I’m Sorry But He’s Such Daddy Material

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Daddy’s Doll

Steve Rogers x Reader

Descriptions:  Steve and Bucky find out that the context of a word has changed over the years after Bucky puts his foot in his mouth. Now it’s up to Steve to fix it, and maybe get the girl he’s been wanting since he first saw her.

Types: Fluff, romance, smut

Prompt: (can’t make the picture smaller… 😓)

Warnings: Fluff, smut, daddy kink

Words: 5521

A/n- So, I got this request like, a year and a half ago, I swear… 😓😑 (not really; I’ve only been posting stuff on here for about a year lol) But, I wanted to make it good, so there was a lot of research, and getting into a space where I could write it, bcause, as I’ve said, I have nothing against the daddy kink, it’s just not for me. It makes me feel all… pedo… I know that’s not what it’s about! It’s just… I’ve had an eye out to protect myself from that stuff all my life, and… yep. So I tend to shy away from stuff like that, and don’t know much about the dynamic, but I did my best. Also, all opinions are from the way the characters think, so they may not align with the truth of things.

I hope that the person that requested it is even still reading my stuff if not, serves my slow ass right.  😂 

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Steve flipped a burger, poking at the others on the grill before looking up to where the other Avengers were relaxing around the pool in the hot weather. 

Natasha was actually laughing at something that she, Bucky, and Sam were talking about, Tony and Bruce were in a deep discussion, probably about some science stuff that was way over his head, and (Y/n) was walking from the cooler to make Sam jump as she touched the cold drink to his skin. 

Nat and Bucky laughed at his reaction, and a playful fight broke out, ending with Sam and Bucky both splashing into the pool. 

Steve’s lips quirked up in a grin. He loved seeing his friends having fun, and he especially loved to see (Y/n) having a good time; he loved her laugh and the way she looked when she was doing it. 

“Burgers are done!” He called out and Sam and Bucky raced out of the pool, then toward the grill, Nat giving them space for their idiocies. 

Those three got their burgers as (Y/n) went and pulled Tony and Bruce from their conversation, walking behind them to make sure they actually made it to get food. 

Bucky walked back towards the grill and stood at Steve’s side, his burger now fixed up and his plate full of sides, and Steve sent him a smile, still feeling glad that tensions were being worked through and his best friend was doing so well. 

He looked back to see (Y/n) grinning up at him from under her lashes, her bun open on her plate. “Here you go, doll,” he told her as he stuck the burger on the bun, but his eyes looked past the plate in her hands to her chest. 

Steve made it a point in his life to never be rude or crass to women, to never treat them as less or objectify them, but his eyes were drawn to her breasts by movement. Twin bumps had started pushing against the cups of her swimming suit. 

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I want to lay my head on his chest. 🙂🙂

OSCAR ISAAC as LLEWYN DAVIS in INSIDE LLEWYN DAVIS (2013) dir. Coen Brothers

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Please! Please! Bless us with a Bull!Bakugo fic when you can! 😩

He’s always regarded as being the most difficult hybrid to tend to in the farm to workers, but the minute he sees the new thicc and cute farm girl Y/N, he does all he can to gain her attention. Showing off his muscles, being well behaved for her, intimidating rivals, and following her around to the point of it being obvious to other hybrids on the farm (he can’t even deny it, he’s so damn possessive). He can’t stand the other heifers that can’t handle his attitude and all he can do is think about filling up and milking Y/N. He’s seething when a new bull is getting her attention so he decides to fake being hurt to lure Y/N into his pen in the barn before having her to himself and just fucking her until he’s all she thinks about.

bull bk bull bk bull bk bull bk bull bk bull bk bull bk b-

holy fuck this got long.

before you came, bakugou was know as the resident problem bull. he never ate on time, always finding ways to get more sweets. never listening to the other farmhands when it came to his own individual health. most importantly, never let them do their jobs: milk him.

there was word going around that bakugou was the was he was because of improper milking, he’d never let the farmhands help, and the other cows were scared of how rough he would be. he was made the pariah of the reason you should let your farmhands do their job. but he just needed help. you saw that.

that why when you came, everyone was astounded. cute as hell in your bibs, made them look like a fashion statement, and you somehow even made goulashes look cute. not to mention the cow print hat you would had. it was big, spotted, and sparkly, “and 100% cruelty free!” you would smile to the heifers worrying over it.

they wouldn’t say it, but you had quite the figure. when you’d squat down to fix something, your thighs spread over. and sometimes when it was hot, you’d undo the top buttons of your shirt, making some cleavage spill when you fanned and dabbed at your sweaty hairline. and if your weren’t wearing a button up, you’d tie the back in a knot, showing off the pretty, squishy strip of skin from under your bra to where you overalls sat.

yeah, you were something of a starlet on the farm, having little calfs and bulls alike running after you.

but the part that made everyone surprised wasn’t just your figure and place of work, but the fact that bakugou listened to you.

he would be more mild tempered when you’d come to his stall, a smile on your plump lips and hands full of grains, corn, and his supplements. “hey there, bakugou,” you would always start, “how’re we feelin’ today?”

usually you’d get a stare, but today a grunt of, “fine,” left his lips and you jerked your head up to him in surprise. “well that’s great,” you spoke again, smiling to your feet. you hummed, digging around in your pockets, and made a noise of enjoyment when you found what you were looking for. grabbing his big hand, you carefully placed a few sugar cubes in his wide palm, winking at him when he stared, “have a nice one,” leaving your lips before you continued your rounds.

little did you know this would solidify his fascination with you.

he began following you around the fields, even doing some of the work with you, being sure to put his strong back on display when he lifted a heavy bale. he preened slightly when you’d say, “ah, good job bakugou! i needed help with that one definitely,” almost dropping to his knees when you picked stray things from his hair. 

he complimented you sometimes while you were picking up things. little things about how you’d be a pretty heifer, and that the shirt you wore today was nice on you. he liked seeing you stutter and jumble your words. you always thanked him the same though, a squeeze to his arm, and a bowed head. “you’re sweet bakugou-”

“katsuki.” he interrupted you one day. “my name.” and your shocked face made him want to chuckle.

“thank you, katsuki,” fuck he’d turned on by that, the way your lips curved around it like it was revered. he wants to hear it again.

he wanted you. bad.

and all of the others knew. they saw his bad attitude when you’d help some other bull, or had one of them slinking after you like a lost calf, all cow eyed. for his girl. and the heifers didn’t make it better, gossiping to you about his fights when you left, or how he’s been treating them horribly. idiots, all of them

no can do.

and he knew the easiest way was to say he didn’t feel well. you were always attentive to all of the bulls and heifers, babying them to health, even if it was just a nick from a bad trimming. 

he heard your sound of surprise when you were letting out the others for field time, some bull had told you he was still in his stall, probably one of the ones that thought they had a chance with you. they’re delusional, but this is perfect, he doesn’t even need to whine like a baby. your voice carrying, “i’ll check on him, go, have fun sweetie,” cemented his plan. you were just too kind.

“katsuki?” you called walking to him slowly, “you okay honey?” he gave no answer, heart beating quickly. “katsuki?” you knocked softly, “katsuki, ‘m coming in.”

yes!

when you walked in after knocking the door away, you turned to close it again, as usual, but this time your were pressed against it tightly. you gasped in shock, trying to turn, a question on your tongue that was stilled when you felt warm hands digging under your shirt. 

katsuki thanked the high heavens above. not only were you wearing that cute orange crop top today, the one your breasts could be seen spilling out the bottom of when you reached too high, but also your jean skirt bibs. you were asking for him today, weren’t you?

“’suki?” you questioned, grasping his wrists and turning yourself to him, “what the hell are you doing?” 

okay. this wasn’t the reaction he wanted.

“i-” he paused. how the fuck do you say you want to fuck your favorite little farmhand without making her scared? no idea. oh well, “i like you, and i wanna give you a baby.” 

you sputtered, choking on whatever words you had wanted to say, waving your arms wildly. “yo-you can’t just say that!”

“well i did, what’s the consensus?”

fuck, he’s blunt as hell huh?

but you can’t deny, he’s is fine as hell. 

“let’s try again, yeah?” you smiled to him, grasping his hand, “ask me this time.”

“wha-?”

“do it!”

“tuh,” he huffed, “will you, have a baby with me?” he looked away from you, jolting when you tugged him down.

poor bull, didn’t know you can’t have his babies, but still, “yes, katsuki, gimmie your babies.” you were still geeked. even when he ripped your bibs in half opening them and shoved your panties to the side.

“gonna be my good cow, take my milk?” he growled, rubbing his wet tip at your little weeping hole, and you gasped. you’d never milked katsuki before, so it was a pleasant surprise, knowing his length that is, and inside you broke.

you weren’t walking away from this one.

he teased you open further and further in his dick, delighting in the way your eyes got wider and wider, and the way your sounds got more and more lewd, even dribbling spit onto your shirt. “’m filing you up that good, baby?” you nodded quickly, almost banging your head on the door, “just you wait.”

he grunted when he bottomed out in you, feeling your mushy insides caressing him, he’s been missing this for sometime, waiting on you. all of the other heifers were scared of him and his tendency to, well, get rough. and it seemed like you remembered them telling you, the light coming back to your eyes for a second before he pulled out and sunk back into you. his hands were on your waist, squeezing the chub there affectionately and grinning when you let out a squeak. “feel good huh?” you didn’t even show you heard him. cute.

he pulled the excuse for a top away, flicking your dark nipples, grinning when you reached up to push him away, “cut it out,” he grumbled to you, “wanna see if i can milk these now.” and he knows he couldn’t, but seeing the way your eyes widened and breath caught was worth it, “i know you’re gonna give and my babies sweet milk, right sweet girl?” you whined a “yes,” clenching on his cock viciously, and it made his hips stutter. “y-yeah you are,” he stumbled through.

fucking into you on the door wasn’t the easiest thing, not that he got tired, he didn’t want you to hurt yourself. so he bought you to a flat surface, raised you legs into a v, and got back to work. you were creaming his cock so well, it just made the slide even better, and the sounds? incomparable to anything.

just wet, sticky sounds and claps of your fat ass hitting his hips. not to mention the sound of his balls slapping the bottom of your drooling cunny. you sounded so cute and fucked out, moans curling around the tail end of his name and little “so good”s raising into the air.

the third time you came around him, he smirked, asking if he was still battering that mushy cervix of yours. when your head shot up looking at him with surprise in your face, he stopped in you, hips flush, questioning you and getting more irritated when you only scrambled at your tummy, but then he looked.

your little hands were cupped over his length in you. he have you a belly bulge? “fuck baby, you like that?” he growled, lidded eyes tracing over your sweaty form. “want it to stay like that?” your moan and legs jerking in his grasp made him snarl at you, “cut it out, gonna fill you till you burst.” and with that he thrusted again, bouncing you up, jostling your tits and chubby cheeks.

you were still in a trance, tracing the bulge on your belly, crying out when it’d leave, but grinning the entire time, drool wetting you lips, tears in your face, leaking to your edges. you were a sight to see.

and it’d only get better when you were getting stuffed. and that’s soon.

“you ready for my cum, little one,” he bared his teeth when you moaned loudly around a, “yes please!” so fucking eager to be filled with his thick cum.

“good fuckin girl,” he reached down to your clit, rubbing it quickly, “gonna milk me, cum on my cock. now.” and you legs threatened to close until he quickly bent you in half, eyes looking into yours, snarling for you to cum on your own then and to never close your fucking legs on him again.

you did, and when you heard him gasp and felt him still, you stilled also. up until you felt that first hot spurt his your gummy walls. and another, and another, and another. you felt his balls contracting against the soaked bottom of your pussy, felt the way his big cock twitched in you like it was electrocuted. you dropped your head again, twitching with every gush that went into you, whining when you only got fuller and fuller. it was so much, you could already feel it leaking out obscenely, it made you wanna scream.

“almost done,” he said. almost? you were so full, you could feel your belly distend, and dragging your hand back to your lower belly proved you correct. “you’re gonna be a cute momma, got you so full fight now, there’s no other fuckin choice.”

you gripped his hair tightly, kissing him, whimpering, “so full, too much,” into his mouth. he just fucked you mouth with his tongue, he doesn’t know what you want him to do, he can’t stop it now, you just gotta be filled up sweetheart, you’ll be okay, he’s gotcha.

when it stopped, katsuki sat up and looked at you still form. you were breathing shallowly, like too big a breath would displace his cum in you. don’t worry about that, he’s keeping you nice and plugged up. nice and tight.

sitting up with you in his arms so he could give you water made you whine and hold your taut belly. ‘so fucking cute,’ he thought, taking his own big fingers and pressing down, delighting in your jerk and whine, and the way you dribbled out a little cum around him. you like that feeling don’t you? so full you could burst from any move. he has plans for that latter, don’t worry.

he didn’t say anything, but he felt the little motions of your hips on him. dragging your little clit in him, scratching at his back. you wanna milk him again, pretty girl? well go on.

he’s not letting you go until he feels like it anyway.

GOD DAMMIT IM SIMPING OVER KABU NOW FROM POKEMON SWORD/SHEILD OMG I NEED JESUS

Is it bad that I simp for both Shouta Aizawa AND Yami Sukehiro? Bc I do .

THEY BOTH GIVE OFF DADDY VIBES AND THE SLEEPY ‘IDGAF’VIBES

plus the scruffy-ness makes them hottter

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half of Americans not even knowing more Palestinians than Israelis have died by now is one of those facts that's going to haunt me until I die

hola, mi esposa! i’ve missed you so much! i see you’re accepting soulmate au prompts and i was wondering if i could get #7 withy baby boy, frankie?

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐀/𝐍 || So this wasn't apart of the sleepover, but I finally finished it!! ALSO HELLO MY HUSBAND! I've missed seeing you in my inbox. I hope you enjoy this babes!!!

Also I love anyone who can tell me how I titled this fic.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || That was the last place you expected to meet the love of your life. But life was odd at times.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 1.4k

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || Frankie Morales x Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || none, minor cussing, intense fluff.

It didn’t bother you anymore. The sound of his voice echoing in your mind. Speaking little things to himself that made you smile through the day; almost like you were there with him just as he was with you. In fact, you looked forward to hearing it. The gravely husk of his voice every day, a delight to have with you through the days and it had become a comfort rather than a hindrance.

“Shit I’ve got to pick up food.” His voice, clear through your mind, the sound one you’d grown used to hearing on and off through the day.

You wished you could ask him what he was eating. Inquire about those things, but sadly you couldn’t send thoughts his way. It only happened whenever it felt like happening, and so you waited throughout the day. Patiently biding time until his voice came back to you.

You can’t remember when it started. His voice coming into your head one day and never leaving, but it happened a long time ago. Back in high school. While you were sleeping; a voice of a boy continued to echo in your mind. You figured it was the stress of school. Of trying to get into college, but it never went away. His thoughts showing up at random hours of the day. So, you grew used to the person who was somehow connected to you; wondering if he could hear you as clearly as you heard him.

Frankie Morales.

He had said his name years ago, almost deliberately, and you’d thought yours right back. Repeated it until you felt like he got the message. Frankie. You liked the name. Thought about it every once in a while when you missed him; wondering how he was. What he was doing in life. The hope that he knew who you were still held in your heart as the days passed slowly.

Frankie knew who you were. Knew that somehow your voice would echo in his mind, a comfort to him as well, and he began to think of things he never thought he would. Your voice was there when he joined the army. When he became a pilot. When he was packed into a tiny bunk half the size of his body, the anxiety of whether or not he’d make it home plaguing his body. And then there was you. Whispering words of comfort to him.

Saying that you wished he was there with you. Listing off the most mundane things possible, because you could hear him cry out in his thoughts. Could hear the pain in his voice and knew that he needed help.

“I’d love to show him my fist.”

Frankie smiled in the middle of the grocery store, your voice echoing in his mind. He figured you were talking about someone you didn’t like; the irritation in your voice informing him of enough. Listening to the flurry of thoughts that suddenly ran through his head, he tried to focus on what he actually came here for.

“Man, I don’t know. She said some kind of flour,” Will said from the aisle he was currently on.

“Did you write it down?”

Frankie followed the sounds of his friends, grabbing a box of cereal he needed; knowing that his daughter liked one brand and only one brand. He didn’t mind much, because it gave him a routine for grocery shopping. Always easier than what Will was currently doing. Standing with Benny and Santi as they tried to figure out what in the hell Will’s wife actually said.

“Call her.” Santi picked up a bottle of creamer he needed for his coffee. “Better to call her and get it right.”

“Can’t forget the milk.”

His head had begun to hurt every time your voice echoed in his head. A sharp pain right in the front of his forehead, until his vision went fuzzy for a few seconds. He figured it was dehydration causing the pain, because this had never happened before. The echo of your voice, louder than before. Almost as if you were speaking directly in his ear.

“Fuck my head hurts.”

You rubbed at the exact spot on your forehead that seemed to be bothering Frankie as well. His voice, thoughts, all of it had become a problem since you walked into this damn grocery store. If you could turn off your mind, you would, but then you’d miss his company. Even if he wasn’t around to actually accompany you to the store. After a shit day of dealing with your boss who had called you minutes before to tell you that you had to finish your assignment or else you would be looking for a different job, and your car nearly dying on you.

You simply needed a glass of wine to help appease everything.

“Frankie, can you grab the other one too?” A blond man said, his arms full of groceries. Two other men followed behind him.

Something in your mind clicked at the name. Frankie. No, that wasn’t possible. The man in your mind wasn’t the same one at the store. Besides, it was a common name. You agreed that you were just about to happen on a stranger; even if you wanted to pick out Frankie in a crowd of people you’d never be able to. His looks only existed in your imaginations.

“Do you have pain killer amigo?” A man in a flannel walked in your direction, a baseball cap on his head to most likely tame the curls that threatened to peek out, rubbing his head.

“Just grab a bottle. Got a headache?”

The man you assumed to be Frankie shrugged. “It’s just loud in my head is all.”

Loud...oh.

“Would be easier if she could tell me why this was happening.”

You gasped, dropping the basket you were holding and drawing the attention of the men, your hands shaking from the thoughts that were going through your head. It wasn’t a mistake. This wasn’t just another man who’s name happened to be Frankie, and you weren’t going insane after all. He was here. In front of you. And suddenly you couldn’t think of anything to say.

Think…

“I like the one on the top shelf the most.”

Sending thoughts his way only seemed to work at odd times and you hoped that he heard you. Hoped that you were indeed correct. His hand reached for the one at the top shelf, glancing at the bottle before turning around to stop at the sight of you. The basket, still in a heap at your feet; tears in your eyes.

“Frankie?” you asked, voice wavering.

The breath was knocked from his lungs, a blow to his heart as well as every other part of him, because he knew that voice. Knew it better than he knew his own. Had heard it at every dark point in his life; the guiding angel that dragged him back to the living.

“It’s you,” he said, the bottle of painkillers now forgotten.

“Hi.” You weren’t quite sure to say. What do you say to someone whose voice has occupied your mind for years?

He stepped closer, needed to feel you, needing to know that this wasn’t some figment of his imagination. “Y/N,” he mumbled, seeing the way your face lit up at the sound of your name.

“Odd place to meet at a grocery store,” you said, watching as he came closer.

He smiled and it was even better than you imagined it to be. “Worth it.”

“Definitely worth it.”

It was probably a bad idea, but Frankie didn’t give a shit anymore. Because all he could think about was your voice in his head as he fought through nightmares. Through his addiction. As he tried not to die. Your voice that had kept him sane through all these years. Cupping your face he kissed you lightly at first, waiting to see how it would be received. You might push him off for all he knew.

A small noise of surprise left you, but you knocking the cap off his head, your fingers tangling in his mess of curls, told him that you wanted this just as much as he did. Because he was there for you just as much as you were for him. Through the hard nights of being lonely, through wondering if this was all worth it. He was there.

Frankie. Your one true love.

YOU SUCK AT GAMING

— You’re a YouTuber known for your chaotic yet wholesome content and Shinsou is a gamer who keeps getting accused of being an eboy. One day you upload a video trying your hand at gaming and Shinsou tweets out about how much you suck.

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader

genre: youtube au, crack, humor, fluff

status: completed

asks: 👾 | memes: 🤡 

warnings: mentions of alcohol and weed, sexual references/humor, toxic past relationships!! (mainly crack/fluff, but contains mature themes and suggestive content; 16+!)  

a/n: eboy!gamer!shinsou is finally here and I’M SO HYPED AHHHH,, beware: this social media au contains dumb gaming references, an overuse of memes and emojis, and big crackhead energy. i really hope y’all enjoy!! xx sof

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I hate hbo max. I hate Disney +. I hate Amazon prime. I hate streaming platforms that treat their staff and creators like donkey shit. I hate that they don’t compensate for rewatches or popularity and can’t even take out the fucking commercials. I hate our monthly fees for media that can just be put in the vault and written off as if it never existed. I hate our reliance on mega corporations for our daily serotonin. I want weekly shows where I can theorize with my friends. I want dvds to be popular again. I want no commercials and for my favorite creators to be paid to imagine a better world than this.