#absolute dilf unit

[witch-and-her-witcher]

Devlon x Rhys's Mom

Hear me out (@popjunkie42 and I have discussed this at length, bless her heart):

It's established that Rhys's mother was not in love with the High Lord. She spent most of her time in Illyria, had her wings intact, and apparently was given enough freedom to move about on her own that she could take her daughter on camping outings.

Plenty of opportunity for her to fall in love with the War Lord who seems to be allowed a lot of freedom to disrespect Rhys and the other Bat Boys in the present (but, Cee, he trained them and that's where the sentimentality comes from! No. That's not romantic and tragic enough.)

Those laws imposed to stop female wing cutting and to ensure they're trained in the battlefield are quietly (or in the case of Rhys's absence UTM not so quietly) fought because the murder of Rhys's mom and sister's justify that Devlon couldn't protect them, the dangers going against their traditions brings, and the other Illyrians rally around this tragedy.

Devlon looks at Rhys and see's the High Lord that would take his lover off to breed, filled her head with too many High Fae beliefs and values that don't apply to the reality of growing up in brutal Illyria. Devlon looks at Rhys and sees a young male who is still dreaming even though Devlon lost his dream centuries ago.

Devlon looks at Rhys and sees his mother, the daughter that was like his own, and relives the grief of those losses over.

And Rhys looks at Devlon and sees the male his mother actually loved. He knows he'll never be able to dispose of the stubborn Lord or his old-fashioned beliefs because it would mean disposing of someone his mother cherished.

So, they're both trapped in each other's orbits and Devlon tends to Rhys's mother's house whenever the IC aren't in Windhaven and Rhys continues to send Cassian to try and find a middle ground for the old and new.

#more thoughts of illyria you say? #why dont mind if i do #i could accept the face value explanation that rhys allows the chaos in illyria because he needs their fighting force the same #he does with the darkbringers and keir ... but i cant believe there arent stronger feelings involved with his mother's obvious loyalty #why would she continue to live in windhaven? demand her son be brought up that way? #anyway devlon is an absolute unit of a dilf in my mind #he's the stepdaddy rhys never wanted #devlon #rhys's mom #acotar #headcanon

[lautakwah]

Hi!! I hope you're having a good day!! I'm taking Mandarin right now, and for one of my assignments, we have to choose a movie in Mandarin to watch as a class, and I was thinking of doing one of the movies in the Wandering Earth series since you recommended it, but I didn't know if it would be better to start on Wandering Earth I or II, since Wandering Earth II is a prequel, which would you recommend watching first?? Thank you, and I hope you have a great rest of your day!!

omg hiii!!!! obviously im biased but the second one is superior in almost every way so go for that one if u want the better experience LOL

but to give an actual answer: theyre both pretty good standalone films! obviously there are references to the other movie and some recurring characters but you can watch either one first and not miss anything. It's kinda like watching the star wars prequels first and then the original trilogy, if that makes sense? so pick the one that seems most interesting to you from the description and/or trailer(s) etc, you'll probably want to watch the other one afterwards anyway skdkfkf

i watched the 1st one first and then the 2nd one but only bc i was in france when i wanted to watch an andy movie and they didnt have any on (french) netflix except for the great wall (2016) which btw sucks balls so i watched that in the airbnb my family rented akdkdkf

#i do want to stress that i *personally* really enjoy these movies and their themes and the way they were made #but that doesnt necessarily mean everyone has to agree akdkfkflf like ik some ppl think theyre dogshit (those ppl r wrong tho♡) #the reason why 2 speaks more to me is bc theres sm more threads that all come together #and in a way it feels very pacific rim-y how humanity will unite and support each other in the face of disaster/impending doom #like it's so hopeful and KIND and also. [ester voice] very commie (hi ester if u see this ilu) #1 leans much more into the scifi adventure plucky young protags saving the world angle #which can absolutely make it a better pick if u like that! i certainly also do but not as much as mad scientist dilf andy lau so DKFKF #answered #anonymous

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex shop

pairing | sex shop owner!andy barber x innocent!reader

warnings | age gap (reader sees andy as a total dilf.) reader is very innocent and also so scared to be there (understandably.) soft!andy, comforting vibes, he talks her through everything. humiliation kink is strong in this one. no real smut, just suggestive themes (sex shop, toys, talks of solo and guided masturbation.)

word count | 987

an | this little story is dedicated to andy's #1 girl, @worksby-d 🥺 dest i super hope you enjoy our favorite dilf here!! i tried to make him the big warm teddy bear we know and love, with a little hint of naughtiness shining through at the end hehe <3 happy holidays to you friend!!

imagine going to a sex shop for the very first time, aalllll by yourself, and meeting a very handsome dilf who helps you pick out your very first big girl toy 😏

parking as far away as possible (it’s at the end of a little strip mall in a tiny little town you’ve never been to before, you wanted to make sure you wouldn’t bump into anyone you knew!) spending like 10 minutes just sitting in your car hyping yourself up, you’re so nervous but you’ve wanted to do this for so long 🥺

eventually you build up your courage and make your way up the parking lot, to the front door of the place. a little silvery bell rings as you enter. you’re surprised at how clean and neat the place is. you weren’t sure what to expect, but this is better than you had been hoping. it’s not too big, a single large room with a counter in the middle. at first glance, you're alone, no other customers or employees in sight

the store has different sections with hanging signs directing you where to go. you can feel heat rising in your cheeks as you pass the racks of lingerie and intimates. just as you make it over to the toys for her section, you hear something from across the little shop. looking over, you see someone has entered through a doorway in the back. a man, but you don’t get too long of a look. your eyes quickly drop to the ground as you feel your embarrassment worsening

please don’t come over here. please don’t come over here. please don’t-

your silent prayers are ignored as footsteps approach. you take a step back from the wall of products, forcing yourself to look up at the stranger. your jaw almost drops at the sight of him, oh god, you’re thinking to yourself, why is he hot 😭

there andy stands in all of his glory, the epitome of dilfy deliciousness with his worn navy t-shirt and scruffy beard. scratching his head a bit awkwardly, he greets you, “hey, sorry. didn’t meant to startle you. can i help you find anything?”

your heart’s pounding in your throat as you look around stupidly before your eyes return to the absolute unit of a man before you. you blink like a deer in the headlights. oh my god. he works here, you’re a little slow to put things together

andy sees your surprise, letting out a gentle chuckle. “i’m the owner,” he explains. “you okay, honey? you look like you’ve seen a ghost”

a part of you knows this is an extremely sketchy situation. you’re alone in a sex shop with a dude probably twice your age (who apparently owns the place), out in a town you can’t remember the name of, with nothing to defend yourself except your two bare hands (which are now shaking)

but there’s something about the man before you that you just find so… warm? disarming? (…attractive? 😳) the gentle smile on his face, the way he softens his voice when he senses your nervousness...

you’re a little ball of conflicting feelings, half nerves and half head-over-heels for this unknown man. again, you blink, unable to find your voice to respond

“you’re alright, just take it easy,” he tries to help you relax. “this your first time in a place like this?” all you can manage is a nod. he gives you an understanding smile, “that’s perfectly fine. i’m here to help. can you tell me what you’re looking for, sweetheart?”

your eyes glance quickly back at the wall of toys in front of you before returning to him. he must see the increasing humiliation on your face. “u-um…” you’re finally able to stutter, “i-i don’t… i’m not… i guess i'm…”

he’s so patient and attentive it’s only making the butterflies in your tummy worse 😭 “not sure where to start?” he finishes for you. when you nod, he hums thoughtfully, “that’s okay, honey. do you have anything already that you like? is this for you to use on your own?"

you grit your teeth, nodding through the waves of embarrassment. “d-don’t have anything, sir. looking for something to start out with”

“i see,” he nods, looking over the selection on the wall before the two of you. “a bullet is a great beginner toy. simple, quiet, different levels of intensity to fit your needs. do you like clitoral stimulation?”

you have to fight yourself to keep from rubbing your thighs together right then and there 😩 something about the way he’s talking you through everything is sooo 🥲🥲 a feeling of dread hits as you realize you’re already getting wet

you force out a nod. he looks at a few options before picking out a small, discreet box. offering it to you, he explains, “this one’s my favorite. it’s nice and smooth, hard to hurt yourself with. rechargeable, medical-grade silicon. six levels of intensity. and the pink matches your nails,” he says sweetly, nodding at the shiny polish on the tips of your fingers

you clumsily accept the box, looking it over briefly. “there are instructions on the inside. the internet can be helpful too,” he suggests. the burning in your tummy worsens as he sees right through you, sniffing your complete innocence and inexperience with ease

“o-okay. this looks good. thank you,” you agree

“of course,” he nods with a sheepish smile. “once you get comfortable with that, we can work you up to something more sophisticated” you never implied that you’d be returning to him, but now that he’s said it, you know you couldn’t refuse. “and if you have any trouble, you can always come see me. i got a room in the back, we can take some time and find what works for you”

i might have to write that follow-up visit someday this is making me 🫠🫠

#eun's writing #kinkmas 2023 #andy barber #andy barber smut #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber headcanon #andy barber drabble #andy barber blurb #andy barber imagine #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber x y/n #defending jacob #defending jacob fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut

[ghost-bison]

Fourteen/Noble-Temple Family Headcanons:

-that one time he lets Rose into the TARDIS, she finds polaroids of his advendures with his companions, and sees the funniest pictures of Ten and Donna acting stupid together

-Rose also sees pics of Rose Tyler and she listens to Fourteen talk about her passionately

-when Rose shows the pics to her mom, Donna gets emotional about seeing Ten's baby face again, and she tells her about their adventures

-Fourteen and Donna fight about the real story behind each picture because Donna tends to exaggerate how mature she was compared to Ten, whereas Fourteen tends to underestimate how careless Ten could be

-Sylvia keeps cooking for Fourteen like a grandmother because "he looks like a stick". He pretends to be annoyed but he secretely likes it when the Noble-Temples pamper him

-thursday night is family game night. He lets everyone win except for Donna and it becomes a competition between them

-Shaun gets him into football and they watch the World Cup together almost religiously, getting crazy in front of the television together

-speaking of: the Noble family know the Olympics is a sacred time of the year for Fourteen and they respect that

-he poses with Rose's creations for her pictures on Etsy

-he often sneaks Wilfred's wheelchair into the TARDIS and takes him to see the stars

-him, Rose and Shaun sit together on the sofa watching Donna and Sylvia get into arguments and taking bets on who's gonna get the last word several times a week

-Fourteen bets on Sylvia everytime out of fear

-he becomes a teacher of quantum physics at Univ and the students absolutely love him

-Donna teases him because she knows he has a crush on that other teacher

-but then she gets into full protective dad mode when he asks the Doctor out on a date

-he takes a membership at a reading club and annoys everybody because he can't sit still for more than five minutes and gets into heated arguments with that one member about Shakespeare facts

-they have barbecues with Martha and Mickey

-and the Doctor apologizes for how he treated them back in the day (but especially Martha)

-eventually, Fourteen contacts Jack again and he joins in for the occasional barbecue. After about five minutes being reunited Jack starts calling Fourteen a DILF (we all know he would)

-Donna, Melanie, Martha and Fourteen go to the spa together from time to time as a girl treat

-Rose gets a cat and the cat is obsessed with Fourteen

-and sometimes it sneaks into the TARDIS and they all spend 30 minutes trying to lure him out with treats

-Fourteen sometimes cooks for the family and his cooking skills are incredible (when he manages not to set anything on fire)

-when he and Donna go to Unit work parties (she takes him there as her plus one but he doesn't really work there) they spend the whole evening stuck together gossiping

-and when people come to them to ask about their adventures they start bullshitting in sync and it's just so hard for them not to laugh when they look at each other

-then during the evening they have their own little dance routine

-the TARDIS is decorated with fairylights, stuffed animals made by Rose, little pillows, garlands and pictures

#been in my notes since the episodes got out #but i kinda forgot about it #here goes #hope you like it #doctor who #david tennant #catherine tate #doctordonna #donna noble #tenth doctor #fourteenth doctor #rose noble #shaun temple #wilfred mott #sylvia noble #martha jones #mickey smith #captain jack harkness #rose tyler #melanie bush #doctor who headcanon #doctor who 60th anniversary

[aloesarchives]

If you don’t mind me asking, how did Yuuji and Nobara react to Megumi’s dad being the infamous Sorcerer Killer?

Yuuji and Nobara share the same reaction because they share the same brain cell lol.

When they first meet Toji, they thought he was a chill dude that happened to be a hot dad. Both of them knew where Megumi got his looks from. Their first impression of him was he wasn't so bad. They also met Toji on accident when they went to see Megumi at him and Reader's home. Toji answered the door in only a grey tank top and black sweats. Yuuji and Nobara were like "who is this hot dude at Fushiguro's house?!" Then Megumi pops up behind Toji before shoving him to the side to make way for his friends to come in.

But there were bits and pieces they picked on that knew he was different. Yuuji's main one was seeing how muscular Toji's body is when he saw him training in the courtyard when Megumi told him to come over to his house before they go into the city for a mission. Nobara's was Reader's vague and subtle statements that hinted at Toji's fighting abilities. But, like Megumi, they heard the through the grape vine about Toji's epithet but both couldn't see it because Toji never presents himself as intimidating around them.

It wasn't until they saw Megumi get single handedly cooked by Toji without breaking a sweat. That's when they knew Toji was the real deal. Then with the whole reveal Reader did about Toji's involvement in the star plasma vessel incident, it pretty much solidified Toji's deserving title. Especially when they found out how Toji defeated Suguru and Satoru, even killing Gojo at one point. Their special grade teachers, noted to be the strongest in Jujutsu society, were beaten by a man who possessed no curse energy nor technique.

Their reaction were both awe and shock. They weren't necessarily afraid of Toji. Mostly because that's Megumi's dad and Reader's husband, and by the looks of their family life Toji isn't abusive or evil towards them. In fact, they could tell that Toji was very present in Megumi's life, considering their constant banter and bickering. Additionally, Reader is like Toji's handler. So if he does try something, she'll get the spray bottle and spray it in his direction. And they KNOW Toji never talks back to Reader.

Anyways, they were shocked because they didn't know that Toji was capable of doing any of that. That and for an absolute unit of a man to be Megumi's father is surprising because him and Megumi act completely different to each other. The only thing they saw in common was their flat expressions and occasional grumpiness. They were in awe as well because he is powerful in his own right to be able to take down sorcerers with minimum scars.

They were mostly just shocked because he seems like a chill DILF who loves his wife and kids, not a person that killed people for sport. But when they heard everything that Toji's done in the past, Yuuji and Nobara just said "Okay, I can see that now. That makes sense." They are aware that Toji isn't purposely being deceptive towards them and what he did was in the past. They mostly just roast Megumi every now and then about being related to Toji. But not all the time out of respect for Megumi since Toji is his father and that's his family business.

Nobara: Still can't believe Fushiguro has a dad like that! Toji-san is super human and Fushiguro is. . . well, Fushiguro. . .

Yuuji: Kugisaki! We can't say that about Fushiguro-kun like that! But then again, Toji-san did bag (L/N)-Sensei so maybe he got rizz.

Nobara: If you think Fushiguro got rizz for being an blunt anti-social person, you must be smooth brain, Itadori!

Megumi: Will you two just quit it?! Stop talking about my old man like that, he isn't all that! Plus, it's the other way around. Out of the two, my mom has the most rizz. She rizzed up my dad so hard he became a stay-at-home dad and husband. My mom literally domesticated my dad! Get your facts right, you two!

#aloe's asks #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #jjk x reader #itadori yuuji #nobara kugisaki #jjk #jjk asks #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #jjk toji #fushiguro toji #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x reader

[edytae]

Best Dad-dy (smut) Kim Taehyung x reader

Could Taehyung be any happier? He had a well-paying and satisfying job, an excellent wife, and an adorable little son. Things were difficult, but with your help, he solved every problem on his way. All of the challenges paid off and he ended up with his dream life. 

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader  

summary: Taehyung proves that he is the best dad. 

rating: 18+, flufffy fluff, smuttty smut, mature, do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: DILF TAEHYUNG, Taehyung being a great dad, unprotected sex, a minor breeding kink, name calling, as always Taehyung speaks dirty. 

word count: 10.5K

A/N1:  First of all, IT IS A SHAME THAT THERE IS NOT ENOUGH DAD!TAEHYUNG FIC. WE MUST BE ASHAMED OF OURSELF.

A/N2: Please don’t mind spelling and grammar errors.

A/N3:  If you like to check my other work, here is my masterlist filled with Taehyung smut. 

If you like this, you will LOVE Norway, and you will like i’m mad and Spoiled. 

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Your little boy ran towards his daddy’s car. It was impressive how he could recognise it in the middle of a semi-closed garage. “Appa,” the little boy called. 

“Is Appa there?” You followed him to the back of the car while your son shook his head on the verge of crying.

Your beautiful son Daehyung had a fever and spent the weekend mostly in bed with his father. You weren’t calm as you thought you would be and quickly called Taehyung’s mum to visit you. She was ever-lovely and soothed you in your worries. It was very normal for your little baby to get sick as he started to walk and play at the park. Despite all that, you were eager to check his temperature every hour and watch him all night. 

Taehyung wasn’t much different. He tried to look calm for you, but he was quite worried. Daehyun, being the dad’s best boy, only stopped crying in Taehyung’s arms; so two of your precious boys spent all weekend cuddling.

It was Monday now. Taehyung was at work, so this morning had started with a crying disaster as your son wanted his father. He had spent all morning running in the house with Yeontan on his side to look for his father. Poor Yeontan just stuck to the baby’s side, but quickly gave up and fell asleep in his corner.

After having breakfast, you tidied around the room briefly, took out two pieces of chicken to thaw and did a load of laundry. Meanwhile, Daehyun seemed occupied with the rainbow block set that Taehyung’s brother got for him. However, the quiet time didn’t last long and Daehyun started to throw a tantrum around noon. 

So you decided to take your human and dog babies for a walk. Daehyun dozed off as soon as you stepped outside, leaving you in shock. 

After 10 minute walk, you arrived at your in-laws’ house for lunch. They were excited to see you and their grandchildren. Daehyun ran up and down the corridor with his uncle and played train with his grandfather. Taehyung's family’s love seemed to entertain Daehyun as he went in circles and was adored by them. During lunch, he chased Yeontan to feed him and the poor dog climbed on the TV unit because of the crazy attention. While Daehyun ran his terror amongst the Kim family, you chat with your mother-in-law about the cleaning person that she found for help. 

You had pretty tough labour that lasted for almost two days. Taehyung was with you in every second of it. From the first entrance to the hospital to getting your epidural, counting your contractions, and having your baby boy in your arms. He felt guilty for your pain. He was there for you as a strong husband— even though he started weeping as soon as he saw Daehyun. 

Postpartum wasn’t easy either. During birth, your doctor had to push the baby herself to help you out. So she had pressed down to your left ribs, just under your lungs with all of her strength. It was a very needed move for the birth, but you still suffer the crude pain for months. Additionally, the stitches were absolutely painful. On top of everything, you were bound to an infant with all of his life depended on you. The only thing you did during that time was to eat and feed. Without your husband and his family’s help, you could never last long. 

The overall recovery lasted around 3 months challenging you both mentally and physically. The only thing Taehyung could think about was you and his baby. Even though Taehyung had to go back to work after a week, he constantly called you or just face-timed you as he worked. 

Also, his parents were always loving and supportive. Taehyung’s mother had become your holy source for motherhood knowledge. She came to your house as Taehyung was leaving for work and helped you with everything for the first three months. She did the laundry, cleaning, cooking, everything.

Taehyung’s father was active in every event as well, and he showed his affection directly— which was something you weren’t familiar with. He had taken care of many things related to the baby’s citizenship and health insurance. They were doting parents but worshipping grandparents.

However, the most perfect grandparents couldn’t keep Daehyun busy for long. The little boy was quick to remember the absence of his father. No game, no toy or no snack could replace his father. So after his noon nap, he was back to being moody.

After dropping Yeontan at your in-laws’ house —God knows that dog deserves the fattest steak on earth after bearing a crying baby for two days— you brought your baby to Taehyung’s office. The distance was a bit long, you walked 30 minutes with Daehyun in his carrier that is strapped to your chest. On the walk to his dad’s office in downtown, Daehyun looked around tentatively and pointed various things at you. Many passers-by were taken by his cuteness and playfulness.

“Let’s go to the Appa’s office!” you exclaimed. Your little son raised his arms so you could pick him up. It was 16:50 so Taehyung’s shift was going to end on a high note. You entered the main building from the garage and took the elevator to the main area. 

You introduced yourself to the young man in the reception area “Hello, I am here for Kim Taehyung. Can you let him know?” you asked politely. The receptionist nodded his head tiredly. Who knows how many people asked him the same question?

You didn’t want to stand in front of the desk as it was pretty intimidating. Also, Daehyun was trying to get himself off of his carrier.

 “You saw the fish tank, didn’t you?” Daehyun’s eyes were fixed on the bubbling fish tank that was on the wall. As soon as you let him down, his little legs ran towards the wall. His eyes got enlarged and carefully examined the colourful fishes. He tried to knock on the glass but his small hands were too weak. 

“Mr Kim awaits you in his room. 7th floor, the second room on the left. His assistant will help you.” The receptionist talked slowly and clicked on the lift for you. 

“Daehyun, let’s see Appa,” you picked your baby up again and entered the elevator. During the ride, Daehyun made funny faces and licked all the microbes on his hands.

When the lift’s door opened, you entered a fairly quiet area. Doors of two rooms out of four were opened, one of which belonged to your husband. The assistant’s desk was empty, however, there were boxes everywhere.

You timidly made your way to your husband’s open door. You saw his back standing while another man was on a stool. “Knock, knock,” you said.

Taehyung immediately turned with a big smile on his face. Daehyun just noticed his father and started squealing on your arms. “My love,” Taehyung kissed your forehead immediately whilst holding your nape. “Welcome baby,” he whispered to you. 

Daehyun squealed louder and kicked his father for attention. “Oh, my son is here to see Appa.” Taehyung picked up the crazy toddler as Daehyun kept squealing. “Hooray!” Taehyung tossed Daehyun up. 

“He will throw up, don’t do that.” You tried to intervene but both of your boys’ laughs brought a warm smile to your face. “No, my son won’t throw up on me, right baby?” 

Taehyung and his shoulders experienced endless vomiting, but you still didn’t want to get it on his work shirts, especially the ones that made him look extra hot. Taehyung tossed Daehyun up once more and watched his baby laugh warmly. Daehyun held his father’s chin with his drool-covered hands as he kept giggling at the feeling.

Right then, you realised the room was much more crowded than you expected. You hazily remembered some of them from last year’s company party. “Y/N, darling, meet my coworkers.” Taehyung gestured to three men in their early thirties. You briefly shook hands with them. Your handsome husband was promoted to be a mid-level principal architect a month ago, so these people were very much strangers to you.

Despite your smile, Taehyung sensed how tired you were. “I have some unboxing left. I want to finish them before we leave if that’s OK for you, darling.” Taehyung held your hand with one hand and Daehyun with the other. His lips curled up timidly, weighing your reaction. You couldn’t help but smile at the big bear in front of you. “Of course darling.” You approved as he brought your hand to his mouth and placed small kisses on it. 

“Here, you sit on my chair wifey, and I will take care of it quickly.” He made you sit on the large leather chair whilst holding Daehyun, his biceps bulging attractively. He was already freaking hot and being considerate was making him annoyingly sexy. “Welcome to your office again, Taehyung. We should leave now, see you tomorrow.” All of his co-workers got his cue from the eldest-looking one and left the room.

As they were leaving, two young girls and one boy rushed into the room with glasses in their hands. “We brought tea-” One of them babbled while holding the tray. The eldest co-worker led them out too. 

“Why are you serving tea at the end of the shift?!” A yell came from the corridor.  “Ladies and gents, we should clean this mess now. We will have other stuff coming up tomorrow!”

Just like that everyone left Taehyung’s room. “Baby?” Taehyung inquired. “Are you tired, my love?” he asked with a concerned face as he saw you close your eyes with a relaxed sigh. You nodded, “Daehyun is a big naysayer without you at home.” As you spoke, your son hid his face in his father’s neck. 

“Really?” Taehyung’s lips curled up, he was amused. “Yes, we looked for you around the house all morning.” You remembered Daehyun running between rooms with only a diaper on. 

“Daehyun, don’t make Mommy tired!” Taehyung said to his son ever lovingly. He was the best father ever. “No!!” Daehyun repeated and shot a smile at you. Even with a few teeth, you were gladly sure that he had his father’s boxy smile. 

Then, Taehyung put the toddler down and kept unboxing it. “Your new office looks nice,” You commented. He was promoted recently, but his office was under renovation. “They really don’t want you to quit,” 

This job was the second job he landed after university. It was a large architecture company that designed malls, residences and even city halls. The company was fairly new at that time so it needed core, hardworking employees. However, as with any corporate job, it was very stressful. During your first months of pregnancy, many of Taehyung’s school friends quit their jobs here due to fierce competition. 

You encouraged Taehyung to do the same, you were a hundred per cent sure that he could find another job, or else you guys could move back to France where your father would gladly refer him to many of his business friends.

But Taehyung couldn’t bring himself to be unemployed as there was a baby on the road. After six months of mental warfare, the company was sold to a much more modern person, and the new Board of Directors valued the employees. As a result, your hardworking husband quickly climbed the succession ladders. 

Taehyung didn’t see himself as a white-collar until retirement. At one point he was going to start his own business. However, he needed more experience and financial power to do so. 

“Apparently, I will work for 4 days a week during the winter season. At least I will not come to the office.” Taehyung announced. You smiled at your hard-working husband and your eyes teared. 

“You are amazing, Taehyung.” You quavered. All the emotions boiled up inside you. Taehyung’s shoulder shot up and quickly kneeled in front of you. “Only because I have a perfect wife.” He held your hands on your lap and looked into your eyes dearly. 

His brown bangs were beautifully covering his forehead, his defined eyebrows were relaxed. His chocolate eyes were gleaming right at you, his lips were pressed together, and his mole was waving you hello from his nose. “My love,” Taehyung held your shoulders and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. All of your tiredness was eradicated with his gentle touch. 

“You know what?” Taehyung checked your son. “You should visit me alone next time.”  His naughty tone already indicated his intentions, his arms wrapped around your thighs from where he was kneeling. 

“We have to have sex on my desk at least.” You laughed at your ever-horny husband as he kissed your knees. “Or, I should eat you out under the table. Mhmm, babygirl, my sexy baby mama…” You blushed but you were surely down for it. “Office sex?” You asked him as his eyes ran all over your body as if you were wearing the sexiest lingerie, not jeans with a basic shirt. “Mhmm, of course, I want my wife all the time.” He kissed your knuckles a bit seductively as Daehyun started to play with magazines babbling to himself. You snickered at the little baby, cock-blocking his father.

“Daehyun, come on. Help Appa put these up.” Taehyung loved spending time with his baby more than ever. As a child, he always admired his father, and now he only had one goal: to be an admirable father. 

The little baby always fascinated his father with his intelligence. Last winter, Daehyun once pointed at the snow and said “Brr”. According to Taehyung, it was a sign of high intellect and that he will become an engineer in future. 

Plus, Daehyun was energetic and goofy like his father. The little boy always did his best to make others laugh. Just today, he sat on the TV remote and told his grandfather that the remote went on a trip — what you always say when his noisy toys go missing. 

Taehyung placed the box with various stationery in front of your baby. As the little boy played with clear tape, your sexy husband dealt with the rest. “Do you want me to help?” you asked as Taetae reached for the top shelf.

“No need, my baby mama.” He talked cutely on top of a stool. As he reached up, his bubble butt looked bigger.

“Your butt looks so sexy, baby.” You blurred out the bare truth. He looked stunning in smart office outfits— much different from the weird print shirts you met him in. Formal trousers hugged perfectly at his butt and accentuated his small waist. “Hmm, be a good girl and I will let you touch it.” He shook his ass to the sides. 

“Appa,” Daehyun pointed to his father and got up as well. Two of you locked on his movements as the little boy shook his butt too. You started laughing at the cuteness. “Does Appa shake his butt?” You asked him and the little boy did it again to amuse you.

Taehyung scowled, “Do you laugh at Appa?”  He slowly approached the little boy and picked him up. Daehyun squealed with happiness. “Are you laughing at Appa?” Taehyung asked and Daehyun kept giggling.

Then, his father tossed him up — yet his hands never left Daehyun’s body. Taehyung stopped soon after. Then, he tickled the little boy and kissed him all over his tummy while holding him above his head.

“Did you know that Mommy shakes her butt better?” Taehyung playfully talked to Daehyun. The little boy, of course, didn’t understand anything at all. “She used to dance on me all night.” You rolled your eyes at him. 

You and Taehyung met when he visited France as an exchange student. One of your friends from the architecture major was assigned to show Taehyung around. Through that friend, you met Taehyung and fell in love within a month. During that semester, you dragged him to all the bars and pubs on Paris streets. Cheap alcohol and immense attraction toward each other meant there was a lot of kissing, grabbing, and grinding. Both of you would get a bit tipsy and make out in dark streets all night.

 You were crazy on the outside but totally shy inside. Despite all of your grinds on him, sometimes you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to Taehyung. 

Taehyung was completely the opposite. If you weren’t so eager, he wouldn’t touch you that aggressively. However, once he got more comfortable, the freak inside of him revealed himself.  

You still remember being warmed by Taehyung’s large arms around you and swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music. He would occasionally groan to your ear—letting you know how much he loved your little moves.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. “Mr Kim, do you need some help?” a young woman asked Taehyung, trying to avoid eye contact. “I don’t, thanks.” Taehyung's voice suddenly became ice-cold.

“What about something to drink?” she asked again. Her body was tilted against the door. 

“Do you want to drink something, my love?” Taehyung asked you. You shook your head. “I am fine. Thank you.” 

“My wife and I are good Miss…?” Taehyung didn’t know this lady’s name but saw her around a lot. “Jeon-” The girl uttered.

Taehyung let a second of silence pass. “I would be pleased if you and your intern friends didn’t wander around. You are here for work, not gossiping.” Taehyung set the distance sharply. “Also, your job isn’t coffee service, please act accordingly.” The young girl bowed quickly and left the room. 

“Ouch,” You remarked Taehyung’s bitterness.

“What?” Taehyung shrugged. “All they do is talk all day.” He sounded like your old bosses. “Yeah, because they are still students!” You exclaimed. Expecting interns to act like full professionals was dumb in your opinion. 

“They kept flirting with your husband though.” Taehyung placed a wooden pencil holder on his desk and shrugged with a pout on his lips. “Mhmm, well, I would do too if my supervisor was this hot.” You sneakily hugged his back. Your small frame tried to engulf him as your chest pressed against his broad back. 

Taehyung chuckled at your comment. “Hmm, you are feeding my office fantasy, babygirl.” He turned his face to you and whispered in your ear. “It wouldn’t take much for me to get me on my knees if you were my intern.” Taehyung turned his face to you and wrapped his arm around you. You giggled, "Oh, Mr Kim, that’s very flattering…" 

Taehyung kissed a tiny trail on your neck, “I heard that the finance department could make room for my intelligent wife,” His large hands grasped your ass. 

You brushed his nose with yours, "Yeah? Only if you promise to fuck me every lunch break." As soon as you flirted back, Taehyung's cock shifted in its confines. 

"You know I am a weak whore when it comes to you, wifey." Taehyung confessed dearly, making you laugh again.

"I know, baby, you-"  Right then, a voice belonging to a small person cut the sweet scene.

“Mommy,” Daehyun called for you. Your baby was still very much dependent on you. The little boy was still sitting next to the pile of magazines. “Milk,” he said, reaching for your arms. You smiled at his soft eyes looking at you. 

Daehyun ate solids perfectly, but he still wanted to be breastfed, and you wanted it too. It was a bonding experience you and your baby shared. Probably he was never going to remember those moments, but you had every second engraved in your brain. Also,  breastfeeding was good for his health too. With the approval of your doctor and your mother-in-law, you decided to breastfeed him as long as possible.

“Come, my baby boy.” You picked him up; however, you still had his baby carrier on. When your hands tried to lose the knots, Taehyung’s hands stopped you. “Let me help you, gorgeous,” his hands skillfully replaced yours. He got rid of the carrier and brought the blue diaper bag. It was the end of March but you still carried a blanket with you just in case.  Taehyung took the blanket out and guided you to sit on his leather chair. 

You undid your pants to release your T-shirt whilst holding your baby. Meanwhile, Taehyung closed the blinds and locked the door. You didn’t care about nudity when it came to feeding your child. Your breasts were just tools to feed your baby, not a sexual thing for you. However, Taehyung got uncomfortable when you whipped out your breast outside of the home. He was scared of someone looking at it indecently; even the possibility made his blood boil. 

Breastfeeding also introduced you to front-closure bras. They were a bit awkward at first but very convenient. As your left tit dropped out, Daehyun pushed his legs up with excitement. Taehyung chuckled, “Like father, like son.” 

You rolled your eyes and got comfortable on the chair. Breastfeeding lasted anywhere from 25 to 30 minutes when Daehyun was hungry. He could go longer if the little boy wanted attention.

“Rest your legs up, darling.” Taehyung dragged one of the visitor chairs to rest your legs up. He carefully removed your sneakers and lifted them. During your pregnancy, he massaged them for you.

 He kissed your forehead with a big content sigh. Could Taehyung be any happier? He had a well-paying and satisfying job, an excellent wife, and an adorable little son. Things were difficult, but with your help, he solved every problem on his way. All of the challenges paid off and he ended up with his dream life. 

Taehyung got back to unpacking the last two boxes before leaving: one box from his old office and the other from one box filled with printing paper. He slowly opened the second box and put a stack of paper in the printer. 

The other box was already open. His tea mug was on top with his blue and black pens in it. It also had rubber bands around them. The promotion letter was in the box too with other random papers. Then, there were framed pictures of his family: his most precious treasures. 

The first frame was from the wedding. His large arms were wrapped around your waist and your hands were on his chest — a classic wedding photo. Your angelic smile was radiating even from the picture. It was the reminder of a wonderful life he began with you.

The other frame was from Daehyun’s first trip to France. Last summer, you visited your family’s summer house in southern France. You and Taehyung travelled frequently as a young couple. Both of you usually stayed at shitty motels or camped outside. Sometimes you guys just didn’t sleep at all. 

However, with Daehyun, you had to carefully plan your holidays. This picture was from one of those carefully planned holidays, taken in a marina near a couple of tourist attractions.  You had a red summer dress and Taehyung had a tropical flowered blouse with white shorts— the biggest DILF energy. On the other hand, Daehyun had a long-sleeved shirt and long pants with a bucket head. He had sunscreen all over his face. Taehyung was holding Daehyun on his side and hugging you. It was tiring but the most fun holiday Taehyung ever had. Daehyun was still so young, but he was willing to do everything with his dad. Taehyung built sandcastles with his son on the beach and swam in the gorgeous blue sea. Plus, seeing you in your bikini with Daehyun in your arms was a splendid sight. Taehyung smacked your ass with his wet cold hands when you lay under the umbrella and showed your sexy body to everyone. 

The last picture was of you and him again, kissing each other in front of the Eiffel Tower. It was probably taken two or three months into dating. Taehyung looked at himself in the picture. What he was seeing basically seemed like a child to him. If he saw that 22 years-old-Taehyung, he would say: “Don’t give up on your love no matter what. She is going to give you a reason to live.” Then, he looked at your figure in the picture. You could get mistaken as a teenager even though you were a year younger than him. Your face was rounder in the picture. Your fingers were holding his face as both of you shared a kiss.

Taehyung reminisced about the past while a big lump sat in his throat. He still couldn’t believe that you were his wife the mother of his children, and his life partner.

“Baby,” Taehyung softly called for you. Your tired eyes found him, then the picture he was holding. 

You smiled at him as Daehyun slurped at your nipple. Taehyung chuckled and left everything on his desk to look at his baby boy.

 “Is it yummy?” Taehyung asked, resting his face on your shoulder. Daehyun’s eyes looked over his father’s face whilst innocently drinking milk. As your husband seemed to be enchanted by the little boy, you kissed his cheek. Taehyung immediately gave you his famous boxy smile. “My gorgeous wife,” he sighed to the crook of your neck and peppered a few kisses onto your skin. Then, Daehyun slurped at your nipple again. It was a sign that the little baby was feeling sleepy. 

“Okay, now I am getting jealous,” Taehyung told Daehyun who could barely open his eyes. “Sshh, he is going to sleep in seconds.” Just as you said, Daehyun released your nipple. Sometimes he would wake up from his sleep and continue drinking, so you usually waited a few minutes to make sure he was sleeping. Taehyung chuckled as his son fell asleep his mouth open, his cute double chin was, of course, covered with drool. 

“He sleeps like you,” You commented lovingly and your finger softly pushed Daehyun’s chin to close his mouth. As he felt your touch, the little boy opened his mouth and aimed for your nipple again.

“Wow,” Taehyung said dramatically. “That’s- that’s living life.” he scoffed and his brows furrowed. You looked at him confused, “Sleeping in your arms and suckling your nipples at any place without question must be good, huh.” 

This time you scoffed at his behaviour. “Do you realise he is your son?” You silently opposed. “It’s against bro code anyway!” Taehyung pouted.

After 10 minutes of breastfeeding and a catastrophic burp on Taehyung’s new chair, your son was asleep in your arms. Taehyung also finished decorating the four shelves behind his desk and watched his little man in your arms. “Darling, can you carry him to the car?” you asked while Taehyung wore his suit jacket. Your arms were tired of holding him steadily to your chest. “Of course, love.” Taehyung sounded a bit worried, thinking that he doesn’t do enough for you.

You slowly stood up and handed Daehyun to Taehyung’s large arms. He held his treasure delicately and laid him on his shoulder. Your joints cracked loudly during the process due to not moving. As Taehyung cooed Daehyun’s back, you covered his little body with a blanket; voila, the hottest dilf you have ever seen was created before you. Taehyung raised his eyebrows at your giggling, “What?”

You shrugged, “You look really hot with our baby in your arms. THE biggest dilf energy I felt ever.” you held your crotch dramatically as Taehyung giggled. “Maybe you should fuck me,” he slapped your ass with one hand as you tidied yourself up.

 Then, you took the diaper bag and pushed his chair back in place. After one last check, you opened the door to leave. 

The corridor was more crowded than you expected. Some of the co-workers were still chatting at the secretary’s desk. As you walked towards them, Taehyung’s fingers intertwined with yours. “That’s better,” he mumbled. 

“Ahh, Taehyung! Is that your son?” a high voice filled the corridor. Taehyung instinctively stepped back, checking on his son. Who could scream this loud in the workplace? You furrowed your brows. 

Taehyung shushed the screaming lady. “Uh, I am sorry,” she quickly said, completely ignoring you. Others bowed as both of you came closer. “Mrs Park, look at this cutie!” This time she was quiet with an excited voice. An older woman came over to the desk to see Daehyun. “Oh, little sleepy boy,” she said with a lower voice. “He is adorable, Mr Kim.” she continued. 

“Well, I didn’t have anything to do with that. That’s all thanks to my wife..” Taehyung pulled you close to him proudly and wrapped his hand around your waist. You blushed as everybody looked at you. “Of course,” Mrs Park nodded, you highly doubted if she meant it. 

“We should before he gets cold.” Taehyung exchanged goodbyes and both of you walked towards the lift. 

Thankfully, Daehyun was still soundly asleep in his dad’s arms. Taehyung clicked on the lift’s button and stood tall in front of you. 

“Should we get take-outs?” He asked quietly.

You immediately opposed, “No, I got some chicken out of the freezer. We will have chicken soup, you know the flu season is hard this year, and we have leftovers from yesterday.” Your chicken soup was something Taehyung could never say no to. It was his comfort food. 

“Hmm, my day goes super well. First, your visit; then, chicken soup. Oh, fuck, I love it when you wife me.” Taehyung held and kissed your knuckles slowly. 

As both of you entered the empty lift cabin Taehyung buried his nose into his baby’s cheek, “He smells so sweet. I can’t get enough.” 

Yes, Daehyun’s baby smell was incredible. You laughed at him, “He smells like milk and his gorgeous mother,” Taehyung slowly kissed Daehyun’s cheek and wrapped the blanket tightly. “You still have the baby seat, right?” You remembered Taehyung taking it off as the car went to the repair shop last week. 

“It is in the boot baby, don’t worry.” Both of you got off the lift and walked to the car. Taehyung’s face glowed under the afternoon sun, his bangs covering his gorgeous forehead. His jaw was clenched, focused on carrying Daehyun safely. The grey suit fitted him perfectly and gave off the sexiest young professional feels. The top two shirt buttons were undone, revealing his honey-coloured skin. When you got closer to the car, Taehyung clicked the button. “Do you wanna drive?” You looked at the big scary black jeep and shook your head. “Noppee.” 

You got your driving license when you were 20 years old and have probably driven about three times since then. Taehyung knew that you weren’t a confident driver, so he wanted to encourage you to start driving. With Daehyun growing up, he wanted you to have more freedom. “Come on, baby…” Taehyung tried insisting. 

“Nah, I want to watch my husband drive. Why did I marry you if you weren’t going to be my personal chauffeur?” Taehyung was more than happy to drive you anywhere you want. However, he had serious plans of getting you a car as an anniversary gift, so he was testing the waters to be sure. “Is it because Noire is large?” Taehyung asked.

And yes, he named his car Noire after the bar name he met you in Paris. He gave Daehyun to you slowly and took off the baby seat from the boot. “No, it is not that. It is just- I feel so worried even with the thought of sitting in the driver’s seat.” You complained while he secured the baby seat.

After placing Daehyun carefully, he called you. “Wait, wait.” 

“I want to open the door for my princess- for my queen.” His loving hands held you and opened the door. “Mademoiselle, please.” He politely bowed to you.

You let him help you sit on your seat, “I am a married woman, Monsieur. It should be Madame.” Your sexy role-play went immediately to his dick. Fuck, yes, you were his wife. “My apologies, Madame. Please let me make it up.” Taehyung kept playing his role. Before you can speak, his lips moulded against yours in a warm hug. You hummed into the kiss as he pulled you tighter. His sweet taste and smell filled up every bud on your body, and your brain quickly relaxed in his touch. Taehyung dipped his tongue into your mouth and scraped it against the roof of your mouth. 

"Mmhmm, tastes like my fucking wife." Taehyung licked his lips and moaned at your taste. But you couldn't care less, the only thing your mind was focused on was feeling his lips on yours again. So you pulled him down by his tie and connected your lips. Taehyung got your message and started kissing your lips even messier, caressing your boobs on the way.

You squeezed his shoulders while moaning, “Taetae, we are out.” You hid your face on his shoulders. “So? We did nastier things in public, wifey.” He whispered to your ear as you whimpered. Your body jolted against him as he dived deeper. “Mhmm, I remember.” This time you spread your legs and pull him closer. You remembered how he used to fuck you in his old red Toyota car in between lectures, or on study breaks. It was probably the steamiest sexy you guys ever had.

 “I love you, babygirl.” He kissed the top of your head and went around the car to get into his seat.

The drive back home went quiet. Taehyung occasionally grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, his hands sometimes rubbed your thighs too. You watched your husband skillfully drive in the hectic rush hour traffic whilst listening to smooth jazz. As Taehyung parked at your apartment complex’s garage, Daehyun was looking out with his large doe eyes. “Baby, did you wake up?” Taehyung looked at his smiley son from the rear-view mirror. 

Daehyun wiggled his legs to set himself free from the seat belt. “Appa will get you, wait for me.” Your husband called. In return, Daehyun squealed with an excited toss. 

You too got out of the car whilst your two cute babies laughed. Your tiredness didn’t matter when you saw Taehyung and Daehyun having the greatest fun.

While you closed the doors, Taehyung let out a big laugh. “He has the nastiest diaper. What have you done, Daehyun?” Your little boy was laughing at his dad's reaction. “Oh no, we need air support.” Taehyung raised Daehyun up and made helicopter noises. You kept giggling at the sight.

When you entered the house, Taehyung took off his and Daehyun’s clothes and bathed him. It was the only way to get rid of that much poop, he said. Meanwhile, you heated the leftovers and finished making the chicken soup. As the soup simmered on the stove, you checked up on your boys. Of course, they were on your big bed cuddling each other. Taehyung got the heating panel up so the little baby boy could show off his tummy to his father without getting cold. Taehyung was only wearing boxers as well. His body was very distracting…

“Oh, did my two little boys have a bath?” Daehyun smiled from the bed, he was trying to roll onto his tummy.  “Did you bathe with Appa, my baby?” You lay down next to your cute baby while his father picked up the wet towels on the bed. His body was wet, abs waving hello to you. His pectorals were flexing as he noticed your gaze. His black boxers were wet. His leg muscles were to die for, all those walking during his early 20s had apparently paid off.

“My sweet baby smells amazing!” You smelt Daehyun’s arms. The little boy reached for your hair in return and playfully tugged it. “Does Appa smell nice?” Taehyung asked, lying down next to Deahyung. “Hmm, let’s see.” You rubbed your chin as the little boy between you watched tentatively. Taehyung extended his arm for you to smell it. “Yes!” You squealed. “Appa smells amazing!” Deahyung tossed his little legs up at your excitement and turned to his dad. His little arms pushed him up to his knees. Then, he buried his small face into his dad’s elbow. “Appa ama-in-” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. He imitated the way you widen your eyes as you spoke. Taehyung helped the little boy sit down. “How about Mommy?” He asked your son while winking at him. Taehyung’s large arms slowly crept on you. “I am going to smell Mommy.” He was imitating a villain’s voice.  “Mommy,” your little baby jumped on you before his dad could hug you. The hug surprised you and almost brought you to tears. “My mommy,” Daehyun laid on your chest as Taehyung caught his legs. This time Daehyun shrieked. Just like that, your husband and son started wrestling.  Daehyun giggled continuously. He extended his arms to you as Taehyung held him up with his left hand. Daehyun kept giggling and he drooled down onto his dad’s arm. 

“Oh no, Daehyun is flying again!” you snickered at the situation. Not long after, Taehyung lowered Daehyun to his chest and pulled you close to him. “Mhmm, Mommy smells amazing too!” Taehyung kissed your forehead. “My Mommy!” Again, Daehyun wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled his little body onto you. As their energy levels dropped, you got a good cuddling session with your loves. Thanks to Taehyung’s body heat and the heating panel, Daehyun was comfortably lying on your chest while Taehyung patted his bum. 

Taehyung pulled you closer to him with a deep sigh and wrapped one arm around you. Now, your head was on Taehyung's shoulder, inches away from his face. "This is the best," he mumbled as Daehyun started to move again. Daehyung came up to kiss your forehead, just like he saw his dad did, all while holding himself up with the help of Taehyung’s face. As the little boy held onto his dad's face for support, Taehyung made a snorting sound. 

“You were saying he was Appa’s boy?” Taehyung snickered and watched his little son place a drool-covered lick on your forehead. “He is!” You tried to speak but Daehyun dropped his fat belly onto your face. This time Taehyung let out a big laugh. 

“Daeyhun!! Only Daddy can choke Mommy.” Taehyung playfully scolded. You gasped scandalously as Taehyung continued laughing while holding his stomach. You lifted the chubby baby out of your face. Daehyun giggled with the two of you, very glad to be the reason for your laugh.

“My baby!” You lowered the little baby to your chest this time. Little Daehyun knew this feeling very well and he immediately snuggled you again. His one hand held your neckline with his fragile hands. You grew heart eyes at the sight of this precious scene. Taehyung was the same if not more moved. He looked at how the little part of him, his most precious son, cuddling with you. He could feel how Daehyun felt safe, looking up at you in utmost awe. 

“Like father, like son.” He looked at the big cuddle cloud containing his life treasures: his wife and son.

“Come here, Daddy.” You stretched your arm to Taehyung, which he gladly take. You released a pleasing sound when Taehyung laid his head on your shoulder. “How are you so warm?” 

You answered your own question. “My furnace.” You murmured and rubbed your face to his damp hair. Taehyung smiled just like his son at your devoted love and dirty compliment. He couldn’t hug you as tight as he would like as he didn’t want to crush Daehyun. 

“Are you hungry, my baby?” You asked quietly. Taehyung continued to watch his little son playing with the collar of your shirt.

You asked again, this time with your fingers in Taehyung’s hair. “I am talking to my man-baby.” Taehyung looked up into your eyes same as Daehyun and smiled cutely. “Yes, Mummy.” He said with an annoying voice. 

Your reaction was to die for as your face crumbled into disgust. “Oh fuck off really…” You tried to push his head on your shoulder. Taehyung was the total opposite, he cuddled you more. “My love! Don’t kink shame me.” 

You gave him a giggle as he started to kiss your neck playfully. “I am proudly kink shaming you, Daddy!” You tried to push him off just for jokes. Taehyung faked a groan, “I am still getting hard on the Daddy kink, wifey. Don’t tempt me.” He whispered into your ear as if Daehyun was going to understand. 

“Oh, you are THE temptation, Taehyung. Look at yourself…” You eyed his naked chest. 

“Mhmm, wifey…” He kissed your cheek and rose to his knees next to you. “This is me whoring myself for you… Come on, touch it.” He grabbed your hand on Daehyun and place it on his abs. 

You felt them momentarily but pulled yourself from the temptation quickly. “I hope you are free this night, Mr Kim Taehyung.” You said, pointing to Daehyun. The little boy was unaware of anything.

“Oh, the offer sound amazing, Mrs Kim Y/N. I would love to give you a little tour around the exhibition.” Taehyung ran your hand from his abs to his precious asset. You immediately gasped when your hand felt his dick.

“There is a child!” You laughed at Taehyung’s bold moves and sit up on the bed. 

Daehyun’s clothes were already laid on the side of the bed, directly in front of the heating panel like a cute bear.

Taehyung got up and sit behind you. You giggled, “Get dressed, appa bear.” He gave you shoulder kisses. As your hands move to get Daehyun’s clothes, Taehyung stopped you.  “My love,” He whispered whilst arms wrapped around your waist. “Let me take care of our baby.” He kissed your shoulder as Daehyun started to suck his own thumb. You smiled at the sight and the sensation. “You work so much during the day already…” You mumbled, giving in to Taehyung's sweet kisses.

Taehyung continued kissing you as you dropped your head to his chest. “I am working for our family, my love, so you do too. We are a perfect team together, my wife… Mhmm? My sweet wife…” Taehyung peppered your neck and shoulder with kisses until he lost his breath. “Also, it is never actually tiring to take care of Daehyun and you. I always feel so full here…” Taehyung pressed his hand to your heart. He did his best not to notice your swollen tits but sensation chased him. 

You groaned slightly when his hand almost grabbed your tit. Your boobs become sensitive a long time ago, and his large warm hand awakened more nerves than he soothed. “I will get our baby ready…” 

You nodded. Even though Taehyung thought you would go finish dinner, you lay on the bed, next to Daehyun, enclosed by his dad's long legs so he couldn’t roll off the bed. 

Taehyung smiled fatherly as Daehyun looked at you curiously as you lay next to him. The little boy wanted to get closer to you as Taehyung carefully slipped Daehyun's small arms into the soft onesie. The most difficult part was to stop Daehyun from suckling his thumb. When Taehyung tried to stop him, Daehyun let out a small whine, which Taehyung managed to stop with his low comforting voice. 

“He is about to sleep again. Maybe I shouldn’t have bathe him right away.” Taehyung said as if it was a lullaby. His low and velvety voice made you sleepy too.

“It’s okay.” You mumbled as you got comfortable on the bed. Taehyung let you as he got dressed. Before leaving the bed, he placed a few pillows around Daehyun’s empty side to provide him safety. Then, he picked up the dirty baby clothes and disappear from your hearing zone. You were sure that he went to the laundry room but you were too lazy to open your eyes or ask him. Taehyung didn’t come to the bedroom for a while. He set the table for you and him and got Daehyun’s chair ready. 

When he returned, he had worn his pyjamas and placed a wet smooch on your cheek. Taehyung slowly patted your bum, “Let’s have our dinner, my babies.” If you didn’t wake up when he called for the second time, he decided to leave you to sleep. Thankfully, you opened your eyes with a subtle smile. You pointed your cheek, “Another one, please.” 

Taehyung gladly gave you another kiss, and you hummed. “One more,” you said, pouting your lips at him. Taehyung grinned, “Mwwahh” He loudly kissed your lips.

“Perfect,” You sighed and stretched your back. Daehyun was already trying to reach for his daddy with an adorable face. “Appa!” He called for Taehyung. 

“My prince, my queen…” Taehyung picked up Daehyun and held his hand out for you. “Your dinner is ready.” He walked two of you to the kitchen with a posh butler expression slapped on his face. You let Taehyung guide your chair with his hand on your back. “Please sit down, Madame.” He continued his roleplay while earning snickering from you.  

“Thank you, Monsieur.” You planted a wet, sweet kiss onto his cheek when he pulled your chair for you. The next was Daehyun, he was placed on his feeding chair, and Kim’s dinner began. 

Taehyung’s little roleplay slowly ceased when he brought the meals to the table and thanked you. “Thank you for cooking, wifeyyy!” He kissed your hand like a gentleman after starting to feed Daehyun and himself. He insisted that you would eat your dinner uninterrupted. However, your two lovely boys were enough of a distraction. You watched them fondly as Daehyun tried to copy his dad by using his chopsticks and failed to bring the kimbap to his mouth. 

Dinner was lovely even though the little boy made a huge mess on the floor as he played with his rice. Taehyung insisted on cleaning the kitchen so you could sleep, but you had a lot more planned in your head. 

You held Taehyung by the collar as he insisted to walk you to the couch. “Go and play with our kid. Make sure he gets really tired because I will play with you later, Daddy.” Your eyes looking up at him intimidatingly, and your hand squeezing him shook Taehyung’s core so he decided to behave. “Yup, yeah, Ma’am. I will.” He picked up Taehyung while ogling your figure. “Go, go.” You pushed his hand slightly as his hand came for a sneaky grab on your ass while he looked your body up and down.  

Taehyung and Daehyun played games throughout the whole afternoon. Thanks to his dad finding new ways to play different games, Daehyun was occupied and thoroughly exhausted. Meanwhile, you did some housework that would otherwise never get done because of the energetic and curious Daehyun. 

“Look, mummy! A t-ric-era-top!” Daehyun ran towards to open kitchen from the living room, hugging your legs. He made the blueish-green dinosaur toy in his hand walk on your leg. 

“Oh, wow! He is scary!” You played along while lowering yourself to his level. “No, mummy. He is a nice dinosaur.” Daehyun rubbed his face at the small toy. You ran your hand over his hair, gosh he was so cute. “Are you friends with the dinosaur, baby?” You asked him while carefully examining the toy. 

Daehyun nodded, “Yes. He has a dad too!” Daehyun looked at his empty hand, his chubby fingers squeezing the air. “Where is the dad dinosaur?” You curiously asked. Right then Taehyung came right behind the cabinet. He was on his knees like a cat, but he was rawr-ing. 

“Rawwwrrr, I am looking for my son…. Rawrrr.” Taehyung walked on his hands and knees in slow motion, voice playfully hoarse imitating a dinosaur. 

Daehyun squealed with happiness when he saw his dad. Taehyung came towards the two of you. “I am a dad dinosaur! Did you see my son?” He asked Daehyun as he hid the toy behind his back. He pouted, “No, you are my dad!” Daehyun’s little feet stomp made you laugh. 

Taehyung, on the other hand, was mesmerized by the reaction. Before he could say anything, Daehyun hugged Taehyung’s neck and tried to climb on his back. 

“Of course, I am Daehyun’s dad!” Taehyung sat on his feet, straightened his back and picked up Daehyun, who was hugging him so tightly.

Taehyung looked up at you from where he was kneeling. His eyes were teary with love. You smiled at them fondly and ran your hair through your husband’s hair. “We should find the dinosaur’s dad too, then?” Taehyung asked after planting kisses on the little boy’s cheeks. Daehyun nodded but continued to cling to his father’s arms instead of returning to their game. Two of your boys returned to the living room while holding each other dearly. 

—

Mindlessly scrolling through Instagram was the best weekday night self-care you could think of. Mind off, pyjamas on, just scrolling through the endless pit of reels reseted your mind for some reason. You loved that you could just hide away from all of your responsibilities and have endless screen time. 

“Daehyun has fallen asleep.” Taehyung entered the bedroom with the baby phone in his hand. “That means special time for mummy and daddy.” 

You giggled at his puffy eyes begging to sleep. “Come to bed, baby daddy.” You called him while an endless loop of a video played on your phone. 

“OF COURSE, I AM COMING.” Taehyung took off his black basic T-shirt in one swift moment and jumped on the bed. “And I am gonna devour this mummy.” He immediately took his place on top of you and started to tug on your shorts.

“Omg Taehyung!” You playfully whined. With a toddler, you knew foreplay was boujee. 

“Yes, that’s what you will scream soon.” He said in his infamous dirty voice that made you soil your panties every time. You answered by kissing him. Kissing him sensually and endlessly was enough foreplay for you. 

“Mhmm, wifey….” Taehyung breathed out to your face with a dummy smile. “Out of breath, honey?” You asked when he resisted back as you tugged his face onto your lips back. 

“I wanna fuck you so bad, wifey.” He said, oh god, so blatantly and easily. Your nose crunched up. “Omg, how can you be still shy? You are my fucking wifeee! We literally created a human together.” Taehyung groaned, but it didn’t stop him from kissing down your neck to your chest and navel. He easily got rid of your shorts and took off your panties with them. 

“Just let me say hi for a few seconds.” He said, immediately finding his place between your legs. He latched his lips onto your cunt immediately. He kissed it the same way he kissed your lips. You sweetly hummed at the wet sensation. Even though you were very accustomed to this feeling, you were very sensitive to his mouth. 

“Nice.” Your hand was already in Taehyung’s hair, pushing and pulling his head for a perfect angle. He let you have your way with his mouth, grind against it, dirty his face. He simply took what you gave him with deep groans of pleasure.

Taehyung enjoyed getting you soaking for him before he did anything with his dick. He followed your lead and catered to you without any power play. Your pure pleasure on his tongue was enough of an award. Until you pulled his head, Taehyung kept slowly making out with your cunt. Almost the entire of his face was covered in your cream.

“Cock, please.” You breathed out. Taehyung giggled, “As you wish your Majesty.” He loved seeing you spoiled. He loved spoiling you with his big dick. 

You hummed as Taehyung ran his dick up your slit, coating himself with your juice. He hissed, “Fuck.” You were almost lulled by the action. It soothed your raging core. “My pretty wife…” Taehyung mumbled as slowly pushed himself inside you. He sighed, “Fuck- Still my pretty slut.” You were so warm around him and so wet. His cock drowned in you. 

“Ahh,” Taehyung moaned when you wrapped your legs around his waist. “So good, baby.” You mumbled to him, eyes closed. 

“Yeah?” Taehyung asked as he pushed himself deeper. It made you moan out. “Even after all these years, you are so perfect, baby.” Taehyung freed himself from your legs, goosebumps had risen all over them. He stood tall between your thighs, presenting his gorgeous dad body to yours. Your hands didn’t reach all the way up to his baby abs, only your fingertips caressed his smooth skin. 

“Still got me-” Taehyung huffed out, “breathless.” His hands gently smoothed around your body, he had to touch every inch of your skin. “My love…” He pressed a kiss on your wrist that tried to come up to his face. “My wife…” He kissed your palm, “Mother of my child.” His cloudy mouth pressed onto your knuckles gently. 

“Tae-t” Your breath hitched in your throat. Why were you this sensitive to your husband? Your twitches and whimpers were so embarrassing.  

“Y/N…” He moaned out your name and drape himself over you to fuck you on missionary. It was a classic position that he enjoyed the most. He pushed his dick into your walls with two gentle moves, they didn’t hurt but made you take deep breaths. 

Taehyung watched you sheepishly smile and tried to move your hips to fit him in. As he wordlessly got in, he continued to keep his silence when you clenched on him. He let you have your moment for awhile. Your hands came up to his shoulders, down to his biceps, caressing every inch of skin you could feel. 

Taehyung’s slightly dry skin was soothing and familiar. He had changed in throughout the years in a most handsome and mature way. Taehyung wanted to see inside your head as you touched him with gentle hands. Your body was way more perfect and powerful than his. He was still terrible at appreciating how your body was able to create a life. It was too good to be true. It was a miracle. His respect for you was always there ever since he met you, but after he saw what you went through during pregnancy, he was on his knees, bowing to you. He couldn’t even believe you were able to do any physical labour after carrying his son, let alone have him intimately again. So, Taehyung was extra gentle, caring and appreciative of you. 

“How do you want to have me, love?” Taehyung asked. “Slow? Hard? Sensual?” He asked while his lips sucked on your shoulders, breath ghosting your full breasts.

You whined under him, “Hard…” Your wet cunt agreed with a hard clench. Your hands grabbed him on the shoulders and got ready for the pounding.

Taehyung scoffed, “Oh babe, I thought we entered the phase where we can just go slow and do a lot of cock-warming.” He made sure he had a comfortable hold, “Here I was thinking how our relationship matured incredibly…” He pulled his cock out, let you take a breath, and entered you again. “But you are still the cock hungry slut.” 

You whined at the delicious way he filled you. “But Tae…” You opposed sweetly. “You are filling me up so well. You are giving me– ah baby– everything I need…” Taehyung pumped into you at a slow tempo.

“Do I?” He grinned down at you. Oh, you were stroking his ego so well. 

“Mhmmhm… You are the best lover…Doing the all work for me– ah– just letting me enjoy your nice dick.” You bit down your lip to keep it quiet. 

Taehyung’s growl filled your ears, he was always terrible at taking compliments. Taehyung’s voice was deep, low and his lips were right next to your ear. All this meant, his loose slutty mouth was going to make you cum with his words. “Yes, the fuck. You are still the same, Y/N. You are still my uni crush who begged me to pound her before her presentation. You are still a whore for me baby…” He let out a pathetic whine. “Fuck, I am still so desperate for you too… How did you make me fall in love with you this hard?” Taehyung’s lips attached you your neck as he stopped his hips. He didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to savour you more.  

You giggled through your nose as Taehyung hid on your neck, “I remember how you fucked me before my presentation at the student submit, right in your Toyota Echo.” You ran your hand in his hair. “You weren’t this big back then…” You mumbled as he ached your core while he stayed planted in your core. You needed him to move.

Taehyung understood that by the strong clenches, “It’s because I wasn’t this good at giving dick back then.” Taehyung had learnt sex with you. He learnt how to get better at things you liked, and tried new ways to tease you. He researched a lot. He listened to bits of advice and he practised them on you. You gave him a huge smile when he started to move his hips and serve your dick slowly. “Yeah, you progressively got better at dicking me down. F-fuuc-k, you turned into a sex machine…” Your moans and giggles filled Taehyung’s ears while he went back to steadily pull and push himself in. 

“Yes, baby. You had me as your little fan and turned me into your husband…” He whispered solely because he was breathless. 

“My husband…” You moaned out. The word especially felt good when he started to aim for your sweet spots. “My hubby…” Your delirious moan and calling him husband made Taehyung go harder, “Yes, I am your husband, baby. I am– ah jeez– I am the owner of this juicy, sweet cunt.” Taehyung spread his knees to get deeper. 

Your moans immediately change into warning ones. You were about to cum so Taehyung spoke more filth. “I am the one who fucked you full and knocked you up. I got you so pregnant with my kid. You carried my child– fuck. Everyone knows I fucked you…” Taehyung’s own words affected him.

“I did, yes, yes, baby… Tae–” You called his name on the edge of your orgasm. 

Taehyung slightly pushed your one shoulder down so that you didn’t shy away from your orgasm. He knew you would do that. “Because you are my wife. You are mine… Ah– Everything about you is mine… Oh my sweet love… You are gonna cum on your husband’s dick? Are you gonna make me the happiest man on Earth? Come on, do it for me. Let me see how much of a whore you can be for me? Please, cum for me…” 

Taehyung’s hips worked harmoniously to his words. He always knew how to punctuate his words with his long dick. You were so weak for his dirty comments. 

“Babe– I am gonna c-” You called him and he went even harder on the talking. “Come for me so I can finally fill you up again… Ghhm– Fill you up again with our second child…” Taehyung stopped feeling his dick a second later as you violently cum and squirt all over him. Your messy cunt became flooded with your sweet juices. Taehyung let himself lose in your hot cunt and helplessly empty himself inside you. 

“F-fuck… Oh-” His hips weakly thrust a few times to fully empty himself. You continued to heavily breathe along with him. You felt his sweat evaporate and cool you off. You couldn’t reach for the duvet. “Oh my god…” Taehyung whispered a minute after your joined orgasm. His butt was cramping terribly but your racing heart and needy whimpers were worth it all the cramps in the world. 

“Let me catch my breath…” He whispered into your skin as he laid on you completely. Your eyes went to the baby phone. Your son was still sleeping. You nodded as he rubbed his face to your breasts. You know that he had been avoiding them since they could leak anytime. Taehyung felt guilty of stealing his son’s food so he made sure he and his favourite girls had some time off, but this didn’t mean he couldn’t kiss them a little. 

When you felt Taehyung’s wet mouth on your warm skin, you shivered. Taehyung felt how you loosely clench on him. He pulled himself off when he heard you hiss in pain. No titties for him some more time, he thought and returned to his favourite place on your neck. 

He nuzzled, lips giving you a few lazy kisses before you got pulled into slumber even though you had a grown-ass man on top of you with his soft dick struggling inside you. Nevertheless, Taehyung was able to power nap for around five minutes before he got up to clean you. 

You thanked him half asleep as Taehyung completed his most important duty. When he finished, he dressed you scarcely. He knew you would appreciate having some clothes on if you woke up to a crying baby at night. Then, he laid next to your sleeping figure. 

With a tender smile playing on his lips, Taehyung's gaze caressed every delicate feature of your face. As he watched you sleep, his mind replayed the cherished memories, from the exhilarating moments of their first meeting to the vows they exchanged on their wedding day, each memory was etched in his heart with a profound sense of love and tenderness. Gently, Taehyung's fingers traced the delicate curve of your cheek, savouring the softness of your skin beneath his touch. The intimacy you and he had shared moments ago still lingered, your souls entwined in a dance of love and passion. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the deep connection. Lost in his thoughts, Taehyung whispered words of adoration into the silence of the room, his voice a soft caress against your asleep state. 

"You are my everything," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and admiration. With a tender smile, Taehyung pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. In this quiet moment, he felt a profound sense of responsibility—to protect and cherish their love, to create a life filled with joy and happiness for their family. As the night carried them into dreams, Taehyung held you close, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the soulmate he had found in you.

———————

If you like this, you will LOVE Norway, and you will like i’m mad and Spoiled. Check out my masterlist.

#taehyung smut #dilf kim taehyung #bts taehyung smut #kim taehyung smut #bts v smut #v smut #bts smut #taehyung fanfic #bts taehyung fluff #taehyung one #taehyung x reader #taehyung scenarios #masterlist #edytae

[sebongica]

sebongica's reading recommendations 💌 (svt edition, pt 2 - vocal unit)

this is PART TWO of my svt recommended fics. this post contains the vocal unit fics. you can access performance unit's recos here and hiphop unit's recos here. don't forget to like and reblog the fics below to show some appreciation for the writers <3

💋 - smut ☁️ - fluff 🧃 - angst 🎧 - absolute fav

we get along infamously - seungkwansphd 💋🧃

helpless - soonsluv 💋

splashed (ft. joshua) - smileysuh 💋

jeonghan's guide to insurance fraud (and falling in love) - starsstuddedsky ☁️🧃

mastermind - suhnshinehaos ☁️

my guardian demon sucks at his job (not clickbait) - shuaflix 💋☁️

office hours - heartkyeom 💋

our dawn is hotter than day - ikigaisvt ☁️

untitled fav - sluttywoozi ☁️🎧

virgin killer - wonusite 💋🎧

splashed (ft. jeonghan) - smileysuh 💋

starstruck! - cupidhaos ☁️🧃

the method - sluttywonwoo 💋

to you (ft. dokyeom) - onlymingyus 💋🧃

isohel - toruro ☁️🧃

girl code - beefboyandbabygirl 💋☁️🧃

don't sweat it - miraclewoozi 💋☁️

tease - onlymingyus 💋

pornstars do it better - seokgyuu 💋

seeing red 3 (ft. hoshi) - onlymingyus 💋🎧 (part 3 of the seeing red series)

homie train (ft. hoshi, wonwoo) - bitchlessdino 💋☁️

no better canvas to paint a ruined landscape - odetojeons 💋☁️🎧

the language of flowers - luvhaos ☁️🧃

friends don't fuck - ncteez 💋☁️

best neighbor of all time award - drunk-on-dk 💋☁️

drive-in - cheolhub 💋☁️

valentine's special - soonsluv 💋☁️

sleeping beauty - cheolhub 💋☁️🎧

(not a) gentleman - wonusite 💋

to you (ft. joshua) - onlymingyus 💋🧃

love scene - cheolhub 💋☁️

7pm (ft. hoshi, seungkwan) - onlymingyus 💋☁️🎧

give & take - ncteez 💋☁️

all the little things (come shining through) - cheolism 💋☁️

i ❤️ dilfs/good girl - beefboyandbabygirl 💋☁️

epistolary yearning - himbocoups 💋☁️

good boys (ft. seungcheol, hoshi, chan) - beahae 💋🎧

sweet nothing - love-strike 💋☁️

1-800-cupid - drunk-on-dk ☁️💋

7pm (ft. hoshi, dokyeom) - onlymingyus 💋☁️🎧

first - cheolism 💋☁️

01:12 - lovelyhan 💋☁️

#veronica reads #seventeen fic #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #svt fic #svt fics #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan smut #jeonghan x reader #joshua x reader #joshua fluff #joshua smut #woozi x reader #woozi fluff #woozi smut #dokyeom fluff #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom smut #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan smut #seungkwan x reader

[bobfloydsbabe]

FIC REC FRIDAY | november 10th 2023

happy birthday, mr. president – @rhettabbotts ↳ bob floyd x reader

WHY I LOVE IT

Most people will know Shelby from her Dilf!Rhett x Babysitter series and for good reason. However, the fic that jumped out at me while I put together my list of recommendations was this one. Bob being in a position of authority does things to me, and this fic was no exception. We’re dropped into an intimate moment between President Bob and his wife, and we immediately feel his desire for her. Sexual tension is present in every paragraph, and I particularly like the allusion to a prior discussion about kinks and roleplaying. Consent is key and I truly appreciate when writers add it. This one shot doesn’t try to be something it isn’t, and the build-up leaves readers on the edge of their seat, wondering what exactly Bob and Wife are going to try. Shelby includes enough details to give a sense of the setting and circumstances without overshadowing the main plot. It’s details such as Bob disliking parties so much that sneaks out of his own birthday bash after only 45 minutes, and the obvious trust between them and staff. I didn’t know I would find a man undoing his cufflinks sexy, but Shelby showed me I definitely do with this fic. The line that sealed this fic as one of my absolute favorites was “Let them see you beg your president to let you cum.” I lost it, and from there on out, Shelby gave readers a praise kink, slight bondage, slight degradation, a bit of edging, and most of all, Bob being a pussy eating king. Bob wiping his mouth afterward, too. I adored the addition of Wife asking Bob to moan for her, to be loud even if it would get them caught. I love that they’re getting it on in the Oval Office, and I love Bob talking about having babies running around the most powerful house in the United States. Apart from the deliciously filthy smut, the ending was my favorite part. Playful banter and a sweet full circle moment.

TOP 3 REASONS YOU SHOULD READ IT TOO

➛ President Bob Floyd. That's it. That's the reason.

➛ If you have a rank kink or an exhibitionism kink, this fic is for you. It's not the most obvious examples of this, but it's enough that it'll leave you satisfied. It certainly had that effect on me.

➛ This is a well-executed AU that doesn't try too hard to be realistic. As readers, we know it's a fantasy scenario that's unlikely to happen in the real White House.

A NOTE ON THE PROCESS

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[uwuowotf2waslife]

What does your husbando/waifu/nonbinary barbie-crotched S/O says about you?

TW: slight teasing,but oh well...., also nsfw themes and swearing ( sowwy)

TEAM FARTRESS 2

Scooter/weanie man: complete morosexual or the unhuman need to take care of Boston inhabitants with room temperature EQ ( en englais: you have the mommy/daddy/parent kink and you want to show that boi all the love he deserves)

Soldier: you are a human carpet ( sub) or so Dom my sibling in Christ I am terrified. You think his bravery/randomness is endearing or you got roped in by every tumblr/wattpad headcanon potraying him as the ultimate beefcake ( cant argue with you, mofo built like a brickhouse on steroids without the roids.)

Pybro: A. you are a nonbinary peep and any nb representation makes your ovaries/balls/reproductive parts COMBUst with excitment. B. intense latex/leather kink with slight burn/wax play on main. I am both afraid and faschinated by your ability to flesh out on a person we barely know the most basics of their personaility, Godspeed you allmighty bAstERD <3

eNGIe: cowboy appreciator, daddy seeker and parental figure creamer connesuer, you fell in love with the ( here ) so much you actively search and look out for the gruff, wrench handling and guitar-playing texas man of your dreams. No matter your gender or sexuality engie hits that hotspot only the daddiest of daddies hit !

Heavy: rare breed of bear enjoyer, probs an older sibling that wants to make the older sibling ( tired, unhydrated and slighty (( extremely)) in need of therapy) pair. Probably not a huge shipper since you view HeavyMedic as more of a platonic pairing, or you are of the rarest Medicx Reader x Heavy poly sandwich. Please dont hug him too tight, hell hug tired and make your eyes pop like a cheap pop eyed toy.

Demo: contrary to popular belief, you are not a bbc enjoyer/seeker, Demoman isnt just a sextoy to you. He is just the only level headed person you see in a team of morons ( for u) or manchildren with murder tendencies and well, JUST LOOK AT HIM, HE IS BUILT WITH ABBS LIKE A WASHBOARD AND LOVES HIS MOM, HE IS NOT HUSBAND MATERIAL. HE IS SOULMATE/LOVE TILL DEATH ( WONT DO YOU PART, HE KNOWS MAGIK TO RECITATE YOU) , PLEASE I SALUTE YOU YOU GLORIOUS TAVISH ENJOYER!

Medic: WE GET IT HE IS HANDSOME AND SOUNDS EITHER LIKE A CHICKEN WITH A TOP TIER DANTE DEMON OR HOT GERMAN GILF! Please dont canoodle him so hard, youll throw out his back or break his hip. Also very questionable kinks ( i see you blood kinksters). You unironically are the I cAn MakE HiM So MUch WorSE squad and you scare me.

Sniper: yes he is the ratman ofyour dreams and yes he is also really pretty, but please stop treating him like a man who aint also a hired killer. Yes he wont even think to correct his Macas orders, but he will and can make you swoon so hard you look redder than Pyros suit, mans gots that outdoors, unshowered , rugged swagg and he is rocking it harder than the fricking 80s <3 <3

Spah: yesh you have a french kink, yes you want him to whisper in your ear soft french while he btters your bagguet, probably into dilfs or gilfs in the distance because none is a dilf /suave/sensual enough for you. ( perfume isnt a shower, go to shower now, mon petit coucou

RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE ( or the bimbofied RE4)

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu: a cis male/ a sapphic soul/trans,enby vagabond who respectfully wants to drown while motorboating he absolute units of bazoongas. Perhaps slight size kink and perhaps a person who doesnt mind a good blood slurped by their F! S/O if their tumm had the ramblies. Please dont go overboard, or youll enter the unholy assemblange of vore/stuffing kink irl

Donna Bienevento: creepypasta kid, you unironically got spooked first time you read Jeff the Killer. Probably into some questionable types of literature, hardcore horror enjoyer who also has a sanrio addiction. You have tried some kinds of handcraftmanship and might even have some hobbies that involve handiwork. I applaud you, but please dont give the basement FEOTus monster your choccy milk, itll have the zoomies and knock of angies card-castle.

Salvatore Moreau: the epitome of I can fix him! peeps, probably slight hurt/comfort enjoyer. You saw how dirty all the other treat him and you crave to make fish man happy. Both feet in monsterfuckening domain, unironically want to do the dirty while he is at monster form. Maybe you saw the Shape of Water and your brain did the thingy, but oh well, please continue on and make the lord of the reservoir the happiest fish in the sea!

Karl Heisenberg : you slimy, daddy kinked bAsterds, cant we have one game with a slight rat man with a good VA without yall flocking to him like lycans to his factory for french toast scraps??? slight bdsm enjoyer, or person who wants metal rat man happy and softened out like a soviet made breadcutter blade after a top tier professional restoration. Either way, please handle with care he may cry if you hug him the good way

The duke: an absolute chad who may or may not want to drown all your sorrows to a large, beautiful, suave man hug ( or man-thing, you never know.) You seriously deserve the world, because you be pumping fics faster than a heated political debate on Reddit. Also probably a slight hand kink, we all show those monsters at the Shadow of Rose DLC.

#tf2 fanfiction #tf2 headcanons #re8 headcanons #tw sex mention #tw bullies #tf2 fandom #tf2 facts #re8 facts #re8 shitpost #re8 lords #tf2 x reader #re8 x reader #lady alcina #donna beneviento #karl #salvatore moreau #tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 scout

[petrawood]

What I Think About The Fatui Based Only On Their Design -By Somebody Who Has Never Played Genshin

Wake up sweety a new hyperfixation just dropped!

All the fatui:

The Drip of them all. Unbelievable

✧Marionette/Sandrone

- Ah, the Little Girl + Absolute Unit combo, a classic

- Delightfully steampunk

- Robots, I love robots

- Don't be fooled, the girl is the actual dangerous one

- The robot will wreck your body, the girl will annihilate your MIND (and self-esteem)

✧Rooster/Pulcinella

- The Small Wise Old Man Archetype

- Will probably call you "my dear boy/girl"

- He is your grampa

- And the reason why kids believe in Santa

- The only one who will actually feel sad if a teammate dies

- Probably naive

- Honestly, I'm just thinking about Heimerdinger

- Parental figure, but of the wholesome variety

✧Regrator/Pantalone

- Ah, look at him, this bastard

- He will not stab you in the back, he will pay OTHERS to stab you in the back

- Will at some point have the White Anime Glasses animation

- Probably the most unhinged one

- What the Dottore wishes he were

✧The Knave/Arlecchino

- The current Girlboss reigning champion

- Looks like one of those characters designed to make you lose most of your health/items just before the final boss

- She also looks like when would use a rapier

- Very honorable

- Will keep her sword in it's scabbard until it's not, it's at your neck, you didn't even she her move

- If she dies, it will be one of the emotional deaths

✧Tartaglia/Childe

- Look at this guy, he has the biggest Twink Energy in the motherfricking table

- Broke the mainly while/black/blue color palette and therefore must be punished

- Carries his mask on the side of his head because Fashion

- Either that or he doesn't give a F*ck

- Believes he's tough, but he's actually baby

✧The Jester/Pierro

- The first design I saw and the reason why I actually looked up who he was and what was going on

- A DILF

- The Daddy Issues crowd is gonna eat him like a snack

- Obviously the leader, they want us to believe he's evil but I bet there are some hidden depths and honorable reasons in there

- THIS is the one who is going to make us cry if he dies

- You can TASTE the backstory from here

- Again, a DILF

✧Columbina/Damselette

- Let's go girl, eat their souls queen

- Will WRECK you

- Will haunt your nightmares

- and giggle while she does it

- Oh, the trauma

- I'm also ready to cry when we discover he's backstory

- I feel like she's one of the fatui with most chances of dying

- It's that or joining the player's party

✧The Captain/Capitano

- This is my favorite one, not gonna lie

- Ultimate Being, I am simping

- The most honorable one, will probably end up understanding the player's motives or even that he's on the "bad" side, but will NEVER betray his teammates

- Will fight till the end

- Will probably be an underappreciated character

- He's not going to be the final boss, but he's going to be one of the hardest fights

- I will cry if anything happens to him

✧The Doctor/Dottore

- Oooooooh look at this boy, he's so evil

- "I am going to create an experiment that is SO unethical"

- What a bastard

- I want to put him in my pocket

- The main character is going to despise him soooo much

- Probably has a god complex

- I am, once again, simping

#genshin #genshin impact #fatui #genshin harbingers #harbingers #childe #tartaglia #marionette #sandrone #rooster #pulcinella #regrator #pantalone #the knave #Arlecchino #the jester #pierro #columbina #damselette #the captain #capitano #the doctor #dottore

[rhaegnarokmidwinter]

weird bleach headcanons part 5:  we’re in too deep now buckos

apropos of nothing I have more bullshit. in honour of our boy coming back, he’s up first. welcome, grimmjow. we missed you and your hole.

Grimmjow Jaegerjacquez: The universal headcanons for this man seems to be that he’s either a choke-me-like-you-hate-me-but-you-love me one night stand blow me in an alley guy, or absolute goblin in the streets softie in the sheets hard as hell shell but ooey gooey center guy.  Enter the variant, properly feral kitty cat Grimmjow. You don’t run into Grimmjow in a bar, in an alley, in a fight, or in a fucking coffeeshop. No. One day you’re taking out the trash when you run into this teal-headed juicehead who can’t keep his shirt on, digging through the dumpster cause the babushka down the hall threw out a whole ass rack of lamb when the power went out and it defrosted too quick, but hey he’s a Hollow and its free real estate free dinner. Prolonged eye contact ensues cause Grimmjow don’t give a fuck when he’s hungry but its kinda weird for you when all you wanted to do was take out the trash and now you’re having the worlds weirdest fucking meet-cute. And then he just? Walks away? With the lamb leg? You shrug it off because urban cryptids are the least of your worries except this one is persistent and you see him kinda going to and fro at random points of the day? Where does he work? DOES he work? You don’t know, he seems remotely put together and fucking shredded so he presumably works out and has the means to clothe himself. Then again you did come across him eyeing up a dubious piece of expired dumpster meat like he won the million dollar jackpot so its anyone’s guess how sane or employed he is. He’s like a stray street cat that does what he wants, and like a stray cat, its not that you’ve chosen to take in Grimmjow, Grimmjow has chosen you to take him in. Ichigo Kurosaki: Will never admit it, but he’s a fucking dom. The polite, respectful kind of dom who makes sure you drink your water, go to bed at a semi-reasonable hour and doesn’t run out of toothpaste, but who will also consensually spank and fuck the absolute brains out of you if you forget said toothpaste even though it was right on top of the list. Not like you’re complaining though. Jushiro Ukitake: An actual cinnamon roll and there’s no precise way of getting around this, or the gentle fatherly vibes he gives off. He is pure, he is daddy. The more attainable, tamer DILF to Isshin’s “unattainable DILF” thing. Gives off insane vibes that he’s into ropeplay but like, shibari. Like he’s more interested in the aesthetics of it. Cinnamon roll with a tiny hint of cayenne not too much though or it aggravates his throat! Kenpachi Zaraki: Alright uh, the obvious headcanon route for Kenpachi suggests he’s into hard and fast and the trope of feeling the dick in your lungs. Cooo. Coolcoolcool. I can respect that. Except we.. know Kenpachi likes to fight. And he likes to really enjoy the fight. If its over too fast he’s bored.  Consider if you will, Kenpachi, really getting off on edging.

take your time with that one I know its a lot.

Ikkaku Madarame: is a Manchester United supporter. I can’t explain this one.

#weird bleach headcanons #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow #ichigo kurosaki #jushiro ukitake #ukitake #kenpachi zaraki #kenpachi #ikkaku madarame #not tagging man united in this one #idk why that last one is true it just is #same with kenpachi and edging. #i feel it in my soul #aizen next?

[obscuredilfoff]

Propaganda below the cut!

Havelock Vetinari

It takes a certain kind of person to rule over a city ankh morpork. A character as full of twists, turns, surprises, and logic that does a full circle before it comes around - like the city itself. A personal favourite, an absolute unit

Daize

look at him. dilf material. also PLAY PETAL CRASH ITS A FUN PUZZLE GAME PLEASE PLAY PETAL CRASH

He canonically exudes an aura of dad energy.

#havelock vetinari #discworld #daize #petal crash #polls #round 3

[zatdummesmadchen]

Once again— but it’s the boys now.

Nah, hetalians gotta pump their reblogging game up smh 😤

#hetalia #aph hetalia #hetalia funny #hetalia fandom #hetalia memes #hetalia fanart #hetalia axis powers #fandom polls #hetalia germany #hetalia russia #hetalia america

[sergeifyodorov]

favorite hockey father adopted son relationship

three cities you think deserve a team in the future

create your own hockey awards what would the first award be and who would you give it to?

12. favorite hockey father adopted son relationship

this is a difficult one because it is such a common and also . good dynamic. old man pavs and my comrade wyatt a good candidate but i think i have to go with ultimate dilf john tavares and his children mitchy and matt knies. about to make a controversial statement but i think notorious worm corey perry and notorious firecracker connor bedard are about to have THE sickest and twistedest evil parent/evil child dynamic

19. three cities you think deserve a team in the future

i wont say qc because frankly it's been said far too much but. here we go

atlanta . 3rd time will work i promise. not to praise the nhl but their two new expansion teams have actually done a REALLY good fucking job, not necessarily out of building a competent roster (i mean, vegas absolutely has done that and seattle looks alright so far) but by marketing the game and team to its city. i want whatever lone competent nhl management committee has done that to go back to atlanta. cmawn. please. please. please

houston . i understand the stars' current shtick is that they are the one team for the whole of texas but i firmly believe there's one thing better than being united through hockeyloving and that's SPORTS RIVALRY!!!!!!!. back to trashing the nhl: now that both the lightning and cats are allegedly good or at least competent they should market the hell out of the battle of florida. and you know what? they do not do that. houston v dallas though? texans are the albertans of america so you know they would be immediately down to watch a rivalry in the Sport Where You Are Allowed To Fistfight.

toronto (bear with me). what does the league have? an abundance of canadian fans all of whom seem to hate the leafs but most of whom live near toronto anyway. easy solution: give them a second team in the area thats not american (ew sabres) not out in Fucking Kanata (sorry sens) and that you can also conveniently market a battle of the centre of the universe . or something. it's always about the leafs !!

23. create your own hockey awards. what would be the first award and who would you give it to?

the bill barilko award for most iconically cursed player. current finalists are of course quinnifer himself and mcdavo. think i have to give it to connor atm tho considering. The Events.

#asks #ask games #also secret nhl lore: they tried to put an expansion team in kitchener or hamilton (can't remember; similar locations) #but because of broadcast rights fuckery ownerships get vetoes to put new teams within a certain radius of their old teams #and i think the sabres said no #so they and the sens would prob both say no to Second Toronto Team. but EYE think it's a good idea

[theladyofdeath]

When We Were Young {7}

The DILF series, part 3.

Ship: Hunt x Bryce

Summary: After a series of tragic events, Bryce is forced to raise her daughter alone until her ex and father of her child, Hunt, gets discharged from the military. When he comes back to town, Bryce finds that the past cannot simply be forgotten.

Warnings: Mature content throughout. Language, sex, drinking, etc. 

Written with @snelbz

Then

With a two week old Lennox bundled up in her arms, Bryce walked into Ruhn’s apartment. 

It was strange.

She had been there a million times over the years but this time was different. For one, it was clean. The place was not littered with beer bottles and plastic cups. His friends weren’t present, neither were any random women, which Bryce typically found when she paid her brother a visit.

The apartment was spotless, though. It looked less like a bachelor pad and more like a place that her mother would find a home in.

That thought nearly unsettled her more than the thought of living in a bachelor pad. 

Ruhn was there to greet her, helping her move in her suitcases and her boxes. She didn’t have much. When packing up her belongings, she could hardly go through anything that wasn’t necessary. Everywhere she looked, she saw Danika.

Everything she owned brought back a memory that was too difficult to bear.

She buckled Lennox, sleeping soundly, into her swing and slowly walked into the bedroom the two of them would share. That was new furniture, lining the walls of the room, a different bed and dresser than had been here when Tristan Flynn had occupied the room down the hall from the one Declan Emmet lived in.

Flynn and Declan hadn’t been happy when Ruhn had sat them down and told them Bryce would be moving in. At first they were, talking animatedly about how awesome it would be to have a baby in the house, surprisingly enough, until Flynn asked where exactly Bryce and the baby would be sleeping.

They’d understood what Ruhn was telling them a heartbeat later.

Luckily, they were tight with the landlord, who had had a two bedroom unit open up a couple floors below.

They’d gotten over it pretty quickly even though Ruhn claimed not to care what his friends thought. Bryce knew he did, though, knew he had felt bad kicking them out of the apartment. He did it, though, and he would have done it again.

For Bryce.

For Lennox.

“Are you nervous?”

Bryce jumped, spinning around to find Ruhn standing in her doorway, arms crossed. She knew what he was referring to, that Hunt would be arriving soon and she was most definitely not prepared. She ignored that fact, though, and instead asked, “To live with you? Absolutely. You have a reputation. I don’t know what’s all gone on inside of these walls.”

Ruhn snorted, even though he watched her wearily. “Yeah, yeah. I did hire someone to deep clean the carpet in here, so…Flynn should be cleaned off of everything.”

Bryce scrunched her nose and, for a moment, she almost laughed. “That’s disgusting. Thank you.”

Ruhn hummed as he nodded. “Anything else you need from me? All the boxes are in.” 

Bryce was quiet for a moment. Her brother had handled her unexpected pregnancy better than she had. He’d certainly handled Lennox surprise arrival better than she had, had stepped up to the plate in a way she’d never expected, but also never thought he’d have to.

And for a moment, words were beyond her as she looked at her brother, the genuine concern, not pity, on his face.

Because that was what she had seen in everyone else’s eyes as they looked at her. No husband or boyfriend to take care of her, her family far away in Nidaros, and her best friend…gone.

The funeral had been a blur. Between her own brokenness and Lennox only being a few days old, Bryce was exhausted. Her body was there, thanking everyone for their condolences, smiling when she could, but her mind was not. Her mind was swirling in some deep, dark void, a void that she wasn’t sure how to get out.

Blinking as she realized Ruhn was still waiting for an answer, Bryce shook her head. Instead, she met him in the doorway, wrapping her arms around his waist. He hugged her tightly, just as he had every time she’d needed to borrow a bit of his strength the past couple weeks.

When she pulled back, her eyes were wet again, her cheeks, too. She wasn’t surprised though, was more used to shedding the tears at this point than not. Uselessly, Bryce idly wondered at what point the tears would stop. Not because she was over the pain, the aching, shredded hole in her chest where Danika, Connor and the Pack had been ripped out, but because she’d run out of tears.

“I think I’ll take a nap,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “I hate to risk waking up Lennox to move her—”

“Then don’t,” he said, and put a hand on her shoulder, guiding her to the bed. “I can watch Nox for a couple hours while you rest.”

She was already shaking her head. “She’ll need to be changed soon.”

Ruhn shrugged. “So I’ll change her diaper.”

“She’ll be hungry,” she replied, but the softness of the bed beneath her as she sat already threatened to make her eyelids start dropping.

“Then I’ll take some milk out of the fridge.” He squatted down in front of where she sat, taking her hands. “Let me help you, B. That’s why I’m here, why you moved in.”

Bryce hesitated, afraid they were already a burden, but if she voiced that she knew exactly what Ruhn would say.

You’re being absolutely ridiculous. Ruhn didn’t think that, nor would he ever. 

“If she needs me-.”

“I’ll wake you up, I promise,” Ruhn said, quietly. “Lay down. Go to sleep.”

“Hunt’s supposed to-.”

“I’ll wake you up long before he gets here,” he promised, and she hadn’t realized she was already lying down, already under a blanket, already closing her eyes.

For once, when she closed her eyes, she didn’t dream.

These days, that was a blessing.

~

Ruhn woke Bryce up half an hour before Hunt was supposed to show up. She laid in bed for a few extra minutes before walking into the living room to find Ruhn lying on the couch, one arm behind his head, the other cradling Lennox against his chest.

He yawned as she entered. “Nice nap?”

“How long was I asleep?” she asked, blinking the blurriness from her eyes. 

“About three hours,” Ruhn mumbled, knowing she wouldn’t like that answer. Just as she was about to explode, about to ask why he had let her sleep for so long, he said, “She’s been changed twice and she ate about an hour ago. Full bottle. She’s about to pass out now, again.”

Bryce opened her mouth to respond, but there was a knock on the door, interrupting her. She froze, didn’t move, stayed like that for a minute until that knock came again.

“Are you going to get that?” Ruhn asked, genuine curiosity. When she didn’t reply, he moved to get up, but that got Bryce moving, brought her back to reality.

Hunt was there.

He must’ve gotten in a few minutes early.

The space between where she stood and the front door felt like miles, but she eventually made it there.

She didn’t do anything for a second, just stared at the door in front of her. Right as she reached for the knob, the knock sounded again, a little more impatiently.

She swung the door open, holding her breath. Distantly, she knew she looked like shit, that she looked like she had just woken up and had given birth less than three weeks ago, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Not as she found Hunt on the other side.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he breathed, as if he were scared to speak too loudly. As if he could tell how close to breaking Bryce really was.

That was all it took.

She wasn’t sure who had moved first, if she’d launched herself at him or if he’d had to catch her, but her arms were banded around his waist and she was sobbing into his chest. He held her, one hand cradling the back of her head, murmuring into her hair, “I know, Quinlan, I know. It’s okay.”

Bryce didn’t hear the door shut, wasn’t sure if Ruhn had gotten up and shut it or if Hunt himself had kicked it shut, but suddenly, she was in Hunt’s lap and he was holding her against his chest.

She cried, amazed that there were still so many tears left. Hunt said nothing except for whispering those sweet nothings into her ear. It’s okay. It’s alright. I know. I’ve got you.

She clung to his shirt, the fabric balled up in her fists until she had finally calmed down, had finally dried her eyes and looked up at him. He brushed away her tears before kissing her softly on the forehead, then her nose. 

“I guess I could’ve said hi first,” Bryce whispered.

“No need,” Hunt replied, his arms never leaving her. “Saying hi means having to say bye sometime soon, and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

It was a lie. They both knew it. He would only be in town for a couple of days and then he would be gone for who knew how long. For now, Bryce didn’t mind the lie, though. She wouldn’t think about it. He was here. Her rock was home. And she would take him for as long as she could have him.

“Lennox.”

Hunt’s eyes flickered and she suddenly realized that he had been wanting to ask since the moment he came in. He wanted to meet his daughter, of course, but he hadn’t said anything. He had let Bryce cry first, had given her what she needed first.

She looked around, taking in her surroundings for the first time in a few minutes. She was unaware how much time had passed since she heard Hunt knock on the door. 

All she knew now was that Ruhn and Lennox were nowhere to be found, which meant that he had surely left to give them their privacy.

“Be back,” Bryce whispered, and scurried down the hall, wiping at her damp cheeks. She found Ruhn in the nursery, pulling a cute little dress over her head. He buttoned it before looking over his shoulder at Bryce. “Had a blowout. Thought you wouldn’t mind if I took care of it.”

Bryce let out a loose breath. “You don’t have to do all this-.”

“We’re not having this conversation right now,” Ruhn said, gently, quietly. He picked Lennox up and put her into Bryce’s arms. “For now, let her go meet her daddy.”

Bryce followed Ruhn out into the living room, where he clapped a hand on Hunt’s shoulder as he passed. “Happy to have you home in one piece,” he said, continuing to his bedroom door, across the living room.

“Thanks,” Hunt said, giving him a tight smile. Bryce didn’t know where the edge in his eyes came from at her brother’s words, but she didn’t have a chance to ask. Because his eyes filled with tears as she sat next him, Lennox wide-eyed and curious in her arms. Her dark eyes roved over his face, as if to say I know you, I recognize you. I know who you are.

Hunt sat in pure awe and adoration, barely moving, scarcely breathing.

“Say hi to your daddy, baby,” Bryce whispered, voice cracking.

He was quiet for another long moment before he said, “She’s so tiny.” His voice was rough, but quiet.

Indeed, born four weeks early, Lennox had fallen low on the spectrum of height, weight, and head size. But despite her tiny stature, she was perfectly healthy, with lungs as strong as babies twice her size.

Bryce offered, “Do you want to hold her?”

Blinking, Hunt stammered, “I’ve never— never held a baby that small before.”

“Hold her like a football,” Bryce suggested, then added, “a very fragile football.”

Hunt huffed a laugh as he nodded and held out his arms. Bryce laid Lennox in his broad, warm arms before leaning back against the couch.

She couldn’t stop herself from smiling softly.

It was her first smile in a while. For a moment, she felt guilty for smiling.

That guilt vanished, though, when she looked from Hunt to their daughter, and back to Hunt again. Hunt’s jaw ticked as his eyes shone with tears the moment he cradled Lennox.

“Bryce,” he breathed, voice catching. “She’s, uh…she’s beautiful. She’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Bryce agreed. “She’s pretty perfect.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, and as a tear fell Bryce quickly wiped it away for him. “You know, I’ve spent so much time waiting for this moment, imagining this moment. From the day you told me you were pregnant. And, I knew that it would be perfect, but…it doesn’t compare. She’s so beautiful, Quinlan.”

Bryce leaned across the small space between them and pressed her lips softly against his cheek before leaning her head against his shoulder. For a moment, they sat in silence and watched the gift they had created together. 

Those dark eyes grew heavy as her father held her, especially when he started to subtly rock back and forth. Bryce wondered if he even realized he was doing it or if it was involuntary, having his daughter in his arms. After a moment, Lennox was fast asleep and Bryce wasn’t sure if he was breathing.

“I don't want to wake her,” he said, softly, looking up at Bryce.

She smiled, carefully taking their sleeping child from his arms and heading for the nursery Ruhn had insisted on. We’re going to have the third bedroom, he’d explained when she’d protested. We might as well put it to good use so you can get some sleep. Of course, there was still a bassinet by her bed that Lennox would be sleeping in for the time being, but Bryce agreed that it would be nice to have her own space.

When she turned to leave the nursery, Hunt was standing there, watching patiently, quietly. As she walked by, she took his hand and led him down the hall to her room where she shut them inside. 

“I have a baby monitor that connects to my phone,” Bryce said, pulling out the app and turning it on so that they could see Lennox as Bryce sat on the edge of her bed. Hunt sat next to her. “It’s hard to even leave her in the other room.”

For a moment, Hunt didn’t speak. At first, she thought it was because she was upset, but when she finally looked up at him she realized that he was trying to find the right words.

“Since I found out she’d been born, I’ve felt like something’s been missing…with me not being here,” he began, voice low. “Now, after holding her, I don’t know how I’m going to go back. Because I’ve been without her for sixty seconds now, again, and that hole that I felt before feels a lot bigger now,” he continued, shaking his head. “I know I’m going to be here for a few days, and I shouldn’t be thinking about that now, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to leave her. I don’t want to leave you.”

Bryce reached over and took his hand.

“How has it been?” Hunt asked, gesturing around. “Living with Ruhn?”

“Well, I just got completely moved in this morning,” she confessed. “Been sleeping here a few days, though. On the couch. Ruhn insisted on making the rooms a little roomier for us before we moved in. Tonight will be my first night sleeping in here.” She patted the mattress beside her and sighed. “Lennox will sleep with me, in the bassinet. I only keep her alone during naps. I’m not sure I’ll ever get to the point when she can sleep a night so far away from me.”

It was meant to be lighthearted, almost like a joke, but she wasn’t joking at all. It was the truth. Especially in light of recent events…

Bryce felt those tears return and she cursed as she turned away from him.

“Hey,” he whispered, and pulled on her chin until she was looking back at him. “Talk to me.”

She swallowed and realized that she didn’t even know where to begin. What was there to say? Or, a better question, she thought, where to begin? The past few weeks had been so full of emotion and agony that she nearly felt numb. 

“Honestly?” she asked, knowing that he would nod, just as he did. “I’ve never felt so completely alone in my life. Which is ridiculous, because I have Ruhn and he’s been incredible. He’s been so helpful. He’s been….I don’t know what I would do without him. My mom wants me to move there but I don’t want to. And they can’t come here because of Randall’s job. And Danika-.” Words left her as she stifled a sob, but she shook her head and continued, “And you, Hunt, you’re gone, you’re not here, and I know there’s nothing you can do about it, but it’s really hard, Hunt. It’s really fucking hard.”

“How do you think I feel, Bryce?” His question wasn’t meant to wound and he wasn’t trying to one up her. Just to make sure she knew he understood how she felt. He cupped her face in his hands. “I’ve got no one over there. Sure, I’ve made a few friends in my squadron, but my whole world? It’s right here, Quinlan.”

“I need you here,” she confessed, knowing it was nothing but a dream. “I need you here, Hunt.”

He looked at her for a long moment and she couldn’t read the emotions that flashed too quickly through his eyes. Then, he asked, “How about we go to the courthouse before I leave and make this official?”

Bryce blinked, not understanding. “Make what official?”

“Well, we’ll be getting married and I’m here now so there’s no point in waiting,” he replied, clearing his throat as he took her hands. “I know it may not be like you pictured it, but at least that way-.”

“Married?” She interrupted, hands going slack in his. “Hunt, we can’t get married.”

This time, she saw a sudden flash of anger that soon disappeared as he asked, “What do you mean? We just had a baby and we’ve been together forever, Bryce, why wouldn’t we be getting married?”

She hesitated then dropped his hands before rising from the bed and beginning to pace. “I’m eighteen. You’re never here, you're thousands of miles away at all times, why would we get married? And right now? After everything that just happened? Danika is-.”

“This isn’t about Danika,” Hunt said, and although he spoke quietly that anger remained. “This is about you and me.”

“No,” she said, turning to look at him. “This is about me, Hunt.”

He was taken aback at the rage in her eyes, the emotion there. He flinched as that gaze settled on him.

“This isn’t about doing what you think is right, what you think is supposed to happen now that I’ve had your baby. I have to continue to do what’s best for her. Rushing into a courthouse marriage, that will do nothing but tell her we only got married because we had her, not because we loved each other.”

“But we do love each other, Bryce,” he replied, standing. He reached for her, but she stepped back. “I loved you long before we even knew Lennox existed. It would make things easier, if we all had the same last name, you could—”

“Lennox has my last name,” Bryce cut him off. “She is here, with me, all the time, while you aren’t, Hunt. I’m sorry, but her last name is Quinlan. And it’s staying like that.”

Hunt’s entire body went rigid. All words fled from his mind as he looked at Bryce, watching that anger simmer, watching her chest quickly rise and fall. “She’s not an Athalar?”

For a moment, Bryce’s heart broke. She could hear his entire world shattering in those four words. Yet, she gave him an adamant, “No.”

Hunt slowly took a step away from her, then another. “So, what? This is it? I meet her and then it’s done? I’m going to leave and she’s not even going to know that I fucking exist?”

With every word he spoke, his voice grew louder and louder until Bryce swore the floor beneath them shook. 

“This isn’t how I expected this conversation to go!” She was crying again, but she didn’t care. Was beyond caring or even being embarrassed by her wild emotions. “I didn’t expect for you to show up and pick a fight.”

“I’m not picking a fight,” he replied, voice thundering. “I came here—” He paused and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. When he spoke next, it was at a more acceptable volume. “I came here to see you and to see Lennox. I can’t even begin to explain how excited I was to get off that plane today.”

“And now?” Bryce asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Hunt's lips snapped shut as his head fell into his hands. When he looked back up at her, she knew he was fighting the urge to cry. “Now I feel like I just lost every damn thing that I had left.”

Bryce turned away, sucking in her bottom lip to keep from sobbing, to keep from yelling, to keep the emotions at bay.

“Nothing to say?” He asked, hardly more than a whisper.

Bryce took a moment before shaking her head.

He nodded, and took a deep breath before saying, “I should go.”

He walked towards the door, slowly as if waiting for her to call out and stop him, but she never did.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

 He didn’t say another word, didn’t look at her once before opening her bedroom door and shutting it softly behind him. 

He never called.

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Japanese anon. The recent Dream interview infuriated a lot of people and say it invalidated Crimson Flower, and the atrocious phrasing of Petra’s situation. They liked the info about Rodrigue though! And Matthias! But Gilbert didn’t get much, and the Church, nothing.

For Heroes, people are excited mostly for Julia and Haar getting improvements, but they didn’t want that for Edelgard because they’re getting sick of her, especially after Hopes. They also did not like the voting tournament putting Byleth vs Gatekeeper because the latter was before anti bot measures were put in place. They were very happy for this year’s winners compared to last and most picked either Byleth or Chrom, or at least from what I saw with friends. Speculation is running over new units meaning that maybe a Genealogy remake is coming soon.

More Heroes news: Kozaki wrote that he was speaking out against harassment of the artists, and said even people sent him edits of art saying “this is how it should’ve been done!” Though it’s confirmed that Japanese fans have also been doing this, there is more suspicion and anger towards western fans because of their previous behavior towards Himukai Yuji for his art of resplendent Lucina.

And more anger too because fans of certain characters keep getting harassed in English spaces. An artist I follow wrote “Sometimes I search dimileth in English, but why the fandom that starts with "E" is so interested in here? They are always talking about what they hate and pretend to be they're only victims. but in fact, they are just rude people.” And someone else said that a popular English artist encouraged a poll for “ugliest characters” and pointed that they and their friends mostly use it to be hateful towards Faerghus characters, Byleth, and the church. They wrote that it was awful that an artist with many followers is being so irresponsible and using their influence to be hateful.

Well, most people now are just going back to playing Houses.

Hi Japanese anon. First of all, I saw your ask about me feeling better soon. Thank you. I am on the mend, but not 100%. I'm still kinda in pain, but I'm taking the chance while I have a clear head to answer asks and reblog things. :)

I also saw your other asks. Thank you for sharing those. I'll keep them private! But that poor artist. :( Well, I understand. They have beautiful art, though.

The recent Dream interview infuriated a lot of people and say it invalidated Crimson Flower, and the atrocious phrasing of Petra’s situation. They liked the info about Rodrigue though! And Matthias! But Gilbert didn’t get much, and the Church, nothing.

I saw that interview. Absolutely baffling. I understand their intentions but.... they are just not well done into the game at all.

And you know what? I agree that it does invalidate CF. Not that I particularly liked CF, mind you.... But SB is basically the same route but better for Edelgard. She's taller and healthier (something the devs themselves pointed out!). Her conquest didn't take as long. She took out two of her greatest enemies! Claude is on her side in one of them! It's absolutely baffling.

And what they said about Petra made me roll my eyes. They want it to be grey so badly but lack the writing ability to do so....

Also, my dilfs Rodrigue and Matthias finally getting the respect they deserve. <3 Poor Gilbert though, and of course the Church was COMPLETELY ignored. They literally just cut 1/4 of the content from the game and just was like "here, merge it with the BL cast". :/

For Heroes, people are excited mostly for Julia and Haar getting improvements, but they didn’t want that for Edelgard because they’re getting sick of her, especially after Hopes. They also did not like the voting tournament putting Byleth vs Gatekeeper because the latter was before anti bot measures were put in place. They were very happy for this year’s winners compared to last and most picked either Byleth or Chrom, or at least from what I saw with friends. Speculation is running over new units meaning that maybe a Genealogy remake is coming soon.

Oh, I would LOVE a remake of Genealogy soon. Truly, that came could use it imo. Not a major overhaul. QoL changes, updated sprites, that sort of thing.

At least Edelgard's refine isn't too crazy. It's Dimitri's that is the "holy crap!" refine. I've been enjoying is greatly.

More Heroes news: Kozaki wrote that he was speaking out against harassment of the artists, and said even people sent him edits of art saying “this is how it should’ve been done!” Though it’s confirmed that Japanese fans have also been doing this, there is more suspicion and anger towards western fans because of their previous behavior towards Himukai Yuji for his art of resplendent Lucina.

I've heard about that. Really a shame.

Don't get me wrong, sometimes the art does suck or isn't up to par. But that's no excuse to harass the artists!

Still, the suspicion of Western fans is a bit much. Yes, we don't always have the best behavior, but that can only go so far on this particular subject.

And more anger too because fans of certain characters keep getting harassed in English spaces. An artist I follow wrote “Sometimes I search dimileth in English, but why the fandom that starts with "E" is so interested in here? They are always talking about what they hate and pretend to be they're only victims. but in fact, they are just rude people.” And someone else said that a popular English artist encouraged a poll for “ugliest characters” and pointed that they and their friends mostly use it to be hateful towards Faerghus characters, Byleth, and the church. They wrote that it was awful that an artist with many followers is being so irresponsible and using their influence to be hateful.

It is a shame that people use whatever small influence they have to promote hateful and negative attitudes towards characters. Especially since it breeds resentment towards other fans as a result. It's all so very tiring....

Sigh...

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