i'm not a baby daddy (yet)

Preference #1- He has a daddy kink
  • Luke: Soft moans we're emitted from your mouth as Luke pushed into you. His lips were moving around your neck, sucking and biting as his hips moved up, pushing deeper into you with every thrust. "Oh, daddy." You moaned, not realizing what you had just said. Luke whimpered, his body moving even closer to yours. "Did you-- Did you just call me daddy?" He asked, with a little smirk on his face as pulled out of you fully. "Yeah." You nod, not sure how he'd react. "Fuck, that's hot." He moaned, burying himself inside of you. "Say it again, call me daddy." Luke said, his breath hot against your skin.
  • Calum: Calum was always one for trying new things in the bedroom. Sometimes it was toys, other times it was role play. Today, Calum told you that he had something new that he wanted to try out. "I though maybe you could call me daddy." Calum said, as his hands roamed up and down your almost naked body. "Daddy?" You asked, with a smirk as you looked up at him. "C'mon, be a good girl." Calum said, as he gently pushed you down onto the bed. "And what if I'm not a good girl, daddy? What if I'm naughty?" You asked, biting your lip. "Naughty girls get punished." Calum growled into your ear, as he lightly smacked your bum.
  • Mike: Lately, you and Mikey had discovered that you both had a slight daddy kink. What really turned Mikey on was when you called him daddy outside of the bedroom too. Sometimes, you wouldn't even notice when you called him that, and would slip in front of the other boys. At your parents house, you were mindful of what you called Mikey, not wanting to slip up around them. At dinner, you and Mikey sat opposite your mother and father. "Daddy, could you get me some ice please?" You asked your father. At the same time as your father, Mikey stood up, thinking that you were asking him. "Oh--um..." Mikey gave your father an apologetic look before sitting down.
  • Ashton: Since the beginning of the relationship, Ashton was very straight forward about his daddy kink. At first you weren't into it, but now, it turn you on just as much as it turned him on. "Daddy, fuck! I'm so close!" You moaned, loudly as Ashton rammed into you continuously. "No yet, kitten. Be a good girl and hold it." He demanded as your nails dug into his back. After a few more torturous minutes of holding back, Ashton gave you permission to come. "Daddy! Oh Daddy!" You cried out as waves of pleasure coursed though your body. "Good girl, baby." Ashton said, kissing you softly.
  • Rebecca: He's not coming, is he?
  • Robert: (coming in with lots of shopping bags) Sorry, I'm late, everyone. I had to go into town. (hands one bag over to Rebecca) It's for you.
  • Rebecca: (opens it) Oh, it's beautiful.
  • Vic: It's expensive.
  • Robert: You've given me a perfect son. Thank you.
  • Diane: What's all this about you getting a new job in Slough?
  • Robert: We'll talk about that later, Diane. Erm, can I...
  • Vic: Yeah. (hands the baby over to Robert) There you go.
  • Rebecca: I thought you'd abandoned us.
  • Robert: As if I'd do that. I'm his dad. turns to leave)
  • Rebecca: (holding Vic back who wants to follow) Just give him some time.
  • Robert: (alone outside with his son) Hey. You don't know me yet. I'm your daddy. You've probably heard a lot already from your Aunty Chrissie, but you shouldn't believe everything she says. Well, not all of it. I lie. I cheat. I do bad things. I use people. I hurt anyone who loves me. Everybody I love, I... push away. Everybody hates me. And... I used to tell myself I didn't care. But you, you've changed everything. Everythings' about you from now on. Okay? I might get it wrong sometimes, but I promise you I won't stop trying to be the best dad that I can be, until the day I die. I won't let you down. Not now, not ever. You're my boy... and I love you.
Keith and Lance's First Child
  • Keith: *laying on a bed, holding a baby with inky black hair and dark blue eyes wrapped in a light blue blanket* Oh my god,I can't believe it. I have a baby boy.
  • Lance: *looking down at the baby in Keith's arms* He looks just like you, but he has my eyes.
  • Keith: I know, he's wonderful.
  • Lance: He's not just wonderful, *reaches over to run over his tiny fingers, which unfurled and tightly grasped it in a little fist, making Lance smile* he's perfect.
  • Keith: What should we name him?
  • Lance: Hm, I want his name to unique, I want it to mean something.
  • Keith: I think I know what I want to name our son, Marcus.
  • Lance: That's a perfect name, Marcus. Marcus McClain-Kogane, our son.
  • Keith: Welcome to our family, Marcus. I'm your dad, and Lance is your dad, too.
  • Lance: Can I hold him?
  • Keith: Sure, *gives Marcus to his husband* be careful not to drop him.
  • Lance: *gets baby Marcus in his arms from Keith* Hi, Marcus. It's Daddy, Lance. I may not…I may not turn out to be the best dad in the world yet, but… *his voice trembled and tears welled up in his eyes* ...I love you, Marcus. I love you so much... *his voice broke on the last word and tears trickled down his face, and he touched one finger to his tiny cheek, stroking it ever so gently* It will take me a while to get good at this whole 'daddy' thing, so be patient with me…but I swear on my life, I'll always protect you and keep you safe.
  • Keith: So will I, Marcus. I promise Daddy and I will keep you from harm and teach you everything we've known and seen.
The signs as things I've said to my dad
  • <p> <b>Aries:</b> please don't suplex my dog<p/><b>Taurus:</b> my plants are wee babies and need love, not root beer<p/><b>Gemini:</b> she [my dog] is a love machine, not a rock<p/><b>Cancer:</b> where's my receipt? I need you to return me for a refund<p/><b>Leo:</b> it's a cartoon Daddy, it doesn't have to make sense<p/><b>Virgo:</b> knitting soothes my savage soul Daddy<p/><b>Libra:</b> where the FUCK are my glasses- oh thank you<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> Bubble tea, you know? They're like... frog eggs but good.<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> [while in fluffy pajamas and holding my dog like a baby] I'm a rough tough strong boy.<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> The ocean is a beautiful yet cruel mistress and will kill you if you touch her too much, like me<p/><b>Pisces:</b> if this place is haunted I'll punch the ghost, I don't care<p/></p>
  • Capricorn: of course I'm bringing my bear to college, he needs an education too

anonymous asked:

it really speaks to your writing prowess that i already love Percival Rex and it's not even posted yet???? like all we've got are snippets but jesus god i'm legit obsessed with it and can't wait until it's finished????? WHA T ARE YOU DOING TO ME

Have a snippet.

“He… While I slept, Daddy.” Credence shook, pressing his face tighter to the man’s. “He did it while I was asleep… Like - like some thing he could just use.”

“I know, baby, I know, he’s a vile creature.” Mr. Graves murmured, pressing a kiss to Credence’s jaw. “Once you have the baby we can get rid of him. I promise.”

“I want it to be yours, Daddy.” Credence couldn’t help the way his breath hitched as he stared at his father. “I hate him. I hate him so much, Daddy, I can’t stand it.” Long, pale fingers slid along the man’s jaw, thumb brushing at the man’s chin, over his lower lip, Credence looking up at Mr. Graves through his lashes. “You said you’d do anything for me, Daddy.”

“And I will, schatzi.” The man murmured, leaning forward, his lips barely brushing Credence’s cheek as the boy turned his head away. “Sweetling, I swear to you I will get rid of him.”

“Promise?” The boy whispered, looking up at the man again, all fae eyes and gentle beauty, seeing the way the other man’s eyes darkened, the way his father’s hands shifted to curl more possessively about his waist. This was a man who loved him unconditionally. This was a man who would do more than die for him, who would kill for him, if Credence so asked.

Jesus Christ had died for his soul, Credence knew, but Mr. Graves was the only one who would want the tainted, blackened thing his soul was now. The only one who would fight for the mind, body and soul of broken, sinful, little Credence Barebone.

anonymous asked:

No no no. By all means. Write a sugar daddy! Obi one shot. With sugar baby!ani I'm assuming? Oh dude. Definitely do it

Anyways here’s this short thing

Rating: T

Relationships: Pre-Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Additional Tags: Sugar Baby/Sugar Daddy AU

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  • *2.30am, 221B Baker Street*
  • Baby Holmes: *crying*
  • Sherlock: *pacing the flat, rocking his son; yawning* Alright...alright, you win! You can come with me on my cases.
  • Molly: *making coffee; scoffs* I don't think so.
  • Baby Holmes: *still crying*
  • Sherlock: *desperate* It's been an hour, Hamish *sighs* Fine, I'll buy you a car, you can play with John's gun...I'll even give you the entirety of Mycroft's liquor cabinet if you let Mummy and Daddy sleep.
  • Molly: *chuckles* I'd prefer for you to take him on your adventures *places his coffee on the table*
  • Sherlock: *rests Hamish on his shoulder; smirks* I knew you'd come around.
  • Baby Holmes: *snivelling*
  • Molly: *relieved* Oh, thank God. Don't move...I'll get some blankets *hurries to the bedroom*
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes; to the baby* Thanks, son.
  • Baby Holmes: *falling asleep*
  • Molly: *returns wiht the blankets and baby monitor; sets them on the sofa* Be careful. Don't wake him up!
  • Sherlock: *gently lowers to the sofa; sighs* Oh, I'll be fine, don't worry about me. Excessive time spent sleeping on the sofa, not to mention supporting our tiny human-
  • Molly: *kisses his forehead* I'll massage you in the morning. Fair?
  • Sherlock: Mmmm.
  • Molly: *ruffles his hair* Happy Anniversary, handsome.
  • Sherlock: *sleepy* Happy Anniversary.
Ashton + Why?

The ten minute uber drive seemed to last hours. 

You had no more tears to cry. 

Your whole body was numb. 

Your mind was racing.

How were you to tell Ashton what just happened?

Most importantly, how were you supposed to tell Ashton what happened, on a big day of his career?

.. .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . ..

Ashton glanced out the window of their main hotel suite, clothes lined racks in the middle of the room, hair and makeup were setting up shop, he could see press and fans stalking the outside of their hotel. It was the night of MAA, The Music Agency Awards (aka: an award show I made up), and they were nominated for multiple things.

You’d left during their press junket to go to the doctor for a sonogram, it was your second one, you were three months along, you swore you’d be okay alone. 

But you were wrong.

You called him twice and he didn’t pick up, you figured he was still in interviews. By the time he called you back you were in full on sobs in the hospital room and didn’t dare answer your phone. Instead, you just texted him you’d be there in fifteen minutes.

You somehow got yourself together and called an uber. The driver kept trying to make conversation but you sat silent, you couldn’t even process what was going on in your mind let alone what he was telling you about his wife.

You got out without saying a word, ignoring the yells from paparazzi and fans as you walked in. In the past year you’d been nothing but nice to anyone who wanted a picture or wanted to chat, they all knew you were dating him, he didn’t keep it a secret. But they didn’t know you were three months pregnant with his baby.

The elevator ride to the top floor seemed to take just as long as the uber ride. The doors opened and you were immediately greeted by a security guard who recognized you and told you where he was. 

As you got closer to the door you started crying, one door away you could barely breathe, and you almost choked when you jumped at the door opening. Calum greeted you with a huge smile and a half eaten banana in his hand, letting you know where Ashton was; somehow you managed to get him to get Ashton to come to the hall.

A few seconds later he turned the corner, wrapping you in his arms, his happy voice echoing in the halls as he asked how his ‘little bugger’ was doing and grabbed your barely there stomach.

You lost all of the air in your body, your voice disappeared, you looked up at him and opened your mouth but nothing happened. He kept asking questions about it’s size and weight and if you knew what it was before a loud sob interrupted him and you leaned back against the wall and slid down it. 

He said no, and kept repeating it over and over again. “No, no, no, no…..” he whispered, bending down on his knees. “This can’t be real, this isn’t happening.” He pulled your head up to look at him, the tears on your cheeks and the fear in your face was all too real. 

“What? I.. Why?” He barely got out in a whisper as he held onto your face, “Tell me, babe.” 

You mumbled out some form of what it was, by the time the doctor had told you why you were barely coherent. You informed him you had an appointment in two days to get everything figured out before you lost it again. You lost all control of your body, all control of your emotions, all you could do was sit in the hall and cry into Ashton’s chest as he held you.

You could tell he wasn’t crying. He probably didn’t believe it yet or hadn’t processed what was going on. Neither of you knew how much time had passed by before the door opened, and Michael looked down at the both of you, immediately knowing something was wrong.

Once they stood you up to take you to your hotel room you blacked out the rest. You woke up to a dark room aside from a TV which was playing the awards show. You felt a hand on your stomach move a little and looked up to see Ashton starring at the TV, his eyes red and swollen from crying.

You assumed he chose not to go. You were thankful for that. 

You wiggled a little to let him know you were awake before you sat up and kissed him, tasting the salt from his tears on his lips before you started muttering how sorry you were. He immediately hushed you, pushing your hair behind your ears, incessantly telling you it wasn’t your fault.

Casey.” He said, “I think we should name it Casey.”

Of course you both hadn’t discussed names, you didn’t even know a gender yet, hence why he picked a gender-neutral name. 

“That’s perfect.” You forced a smile, because you figured naming your first baby would be a month long fight but you’d agreed in just a few words. 

Casey was the perfect name, for your new little angel.

Me, logging into tumblr these days
  • Me *wakes up*: welp lets log in to tumblr. Time to face my demons. Gotta see what this baby is up to now. Gotta check in on the adventures of Freddie Tomlinson.
  • [scrolling, scrolling, scrolling]
  • Me *intrigued*: Well, well, Wellington. It seems as if [insert person] has found yet another plot hole in this baby mess. I'm fine as long as these people keep finding TRUTH
  • [scrolling more intently now]
  • Me *laughing while beginning to mentally snap*: This is fine. KEEP THROWING SHIT AT ME COWELL.
  • [sees sixteen new pictures 8 new tweets and 43 new theories]
  • Me *starts crying*: I'm fine. These stunts can't break me.
Preference #18: You Tell Him You're Pregnant
  • Michael: You groaned as you read the tiny +. "Yep," you said to yourself. This was the 3rd test you had taken. You were definitely pregnant. "Y/n?" you heard your boyfriend, Michael call. You quickly threw all evidence in the trash and left the bathroom. "Hey babe," you smiled. You went about your day as normal, trying to forget that there was a tiny baby living inside of you. You knew you ought to tell Michael, but you had no idea how he would react. You and Michael agreed discussing starting a family before, but both agreed you were far from ready. Through out the day he kept asking you were you okay, when you kept dying when playing video games, when you got lost in a day dream involving diapers and crying babies, when you didn't eat much at dinner, and you lied and said yes. But the next morning, he knew that something was wrong. You were sitting in front of the toilet, puking up all the food you didn't eat, and it never seemed to stop. Michael held your hair back and rubbed your back. When you finally stopped, you could barely hold your head up so he carried you back to bed. "I'm sorry," you mumbled into his muscular chest. "Why baby? You can't help this. It will pass soon," he said, playing with your hair. "No it wont!" you whined. "What?" he said, confused. "Is there something wrong?? Are you like...sick-sick?.....you don't have cancer do you?" You looked up at his face and you could almost hear the 1000s of worries dancing through his mind. "No!!" you told him. "I'm fine. I'm just um....I'm pregnant Michael," you said, worried about his reaction. He looked at you before saying, "Oh thank fuck!" He kissed you slowly, even though you knew you tasted like vomit. "You're not mad?" you asked when you pulled away. "No. I thought there was something wrong. How could I be mad baby?" he said. You sighed with relief. "And we're gonna have a baby," he smiled. "That's crazy," you said, barely able to believe it. "I know. But we're gonna do just fine, don't you worry."
  • Calum: "Babe?" You called to Calum. "Yeah?" he asked running up the stairs. "You okay?" You nodded. "What date is it?" you asked him. "27th, why?" he said. "Oh," you replied. You had missed your period for the second month in a row and were beginning to get worried, before you realised that you could be pregnant. "I think I'm pregnant Cal!" you told him. His eyes widened in surprised. "Take a test!" he urged. "I need to go to an interview, but call me okay?" he said, kissing you sweetly before he left. You took the test, which came out as a big fat positive. You were so worried, mainly because you would have to take care of a little baby, but you didn't know if Calum wanted a baby or not. Well you knew he did, but you weren't sure if he was ready yet. "Y/n?" he called, 3 hours later running through the door. "So?" he asked eagerly. "I took the test.." you said. "Is it good news or bad news?" said impatiently. "I don't know," you mumbled before handing him the positive test. You watched his scan the screen. "It's great news!" he grinned. You giggled. He picked you up and spun you around. "We're gonna have a baby!" he said, his eyes lit up like a little boy on Christmas morning. "Yeah we are!" you smiled. "My mom is gonna be soo happy! What about the boys when can I tell them? Can I get him or her a guitar?? I can't wait to show him to the fans! What should we name it??" he rambled on and on. You were just so happy that he wanted to start a family with you.
  • Luke: You stared at the little blue plus wondering how this could happen to you. You were a good kid. You did well in school, you listened to your parents and you had a cute boyfriend who you loved dearly and wanted to be with forever. But you were both too young. To young to have a baby. You were still in school. You could not believe it. You and Luke were being "safe". How could this of happened to you. What would you're parents say? You heard the bell go, just then remembering you were sat in a cubicle of your high school's bathroom. You quickly got up, checked yourself out of the office and ran to the only place you could think of going; Luke's house. "Y/n?" he said, confused when you showed up at his house, mascara running down your face. "Oh baby what's wrong?" he sat you in his lap and gently stroked you're hair. "Tell me what's wrong princess," he said trying to calm you. "I can't Lukey. You'll break up with me if I do," you cried. "Did...did you cheat?" he asked, suddenly shocked. You shook your head. "No, never," you assured him. "Then what? It can't be that bad!" he said. You shook your head again. "Luke...I'm..I'm pregnant!" you blurted out. He stared at you in utter astonishment. "Oh baby," he said and held me close as I sobbed into his chest. He just sat there rubbing my back, unable to say anything. "What are we gonna do?" you asked between sobs. "You can't get rid of it. It's a real baby?" he said, amazed. "I know. I'm just.. I'm so scared," you said, crying harder. "It's okay," he repeated over and over. "We can do this. It can't be that hard right?" he asked helplessly. It just made you cry more. "Don't worry. One thing's for sure, you're gonna be a great Mommy!" he smiled. "At the child is gonna be so spoiled!" he said. You giggled. Maybe you could do it after all.
  • Ashton: You and Ashton had being trying for a baby for a few weeks when you found out you were pregnant. You were so excited. You imagined the little baby shoes, showing him/her off to your friends, endless sleepless nights that would be totally worth it, a cute baby bump, teddy bears, pink or blue everything but mostly you couldn't wait to see the look on Ashton's face when he held your child for the first time. You smiled all day and everyone noticed. "You look extra-great today," your mom smiled. You wanted to tell her but didn't. "You look so happy? What's up?" Your bestie asked you. You just laughed and winked. "You seem kinda different. But kinda in a good way?" Ashton looked confusedly at you. "We'll I feel different but In a good way! I'm just so happy!" you giggled. "Why?" he said, still confused. You smirked and drummed your fingers on your non-existent bump. Suddenly, he got it, a huge smile appearing on his face. "We're pregnant?" he asked. You nodded, smiling. "I'M GONNA BE A DAD!" he yelled, laughing. "I know!" you said. He kissed you, the kiss filled with passion and excitement. "I'm so happy you're gonna be the mother of my baby," he giggled again. "Hi baby!" he said talking to your bump now. "I'm Ashton, I'm your daddy!" He looked up at you smiling. "I love you so so much already," he told your baby. "I just can't wait to see you. I'll sing to you all the time, I promise. Even though I'm not that good at singing," he laughed again. "Do you think he can hear me?" Ashton asked. "Oh yeah, even though his tiny ears aren't formed yet," you said. He laughed but continued talking. "I'm gonna spoil you to bits. I'll teach you how to play the drums. And you better love Vegemite. And I promise, I'll never, ever, ever leave you," he placed a kiss on your belly. You knew Ashton was gonna be the best dad in the entire world.
  • A/n: Request preferences and imagines pretty please.

anonymous asked:

Ginny + the birth of Lily Luna :)

Harry burst through the door, panting and red in the face but he was too late: his wife was already sat up in bed, a little bundle wrapped in a yellow blanket in her arms, the picture of maternal bliss. He slowed to a halt, his devastation over missing the birth of his third child morphing into immediate joy at seeing his beautiful wife and the newborn both so peaceful on the early summer’s morning, and said, “He wasn’t supposed to be here yet–I didn’t want to miss it!”

She came out quickly and early,” Ginny corrected with a smile, “and I’m not sure whether lack of consideration for others is a Weasley or Potter trait.”

“Probably both,” Harry grinned, then stopped short adding, “Wait, she?!”

“The Healers got it wrong,” his wife replied, “and we have a beautiful baby girl, so get ready to meet your daughter, Daddy.” 

He crossed the room in one stride. Perhaps he wasn’t too late, after all.

[Want a fic for Ginny’s birthday?]

So I haven't seen the episode yet, but this is what I'm seeing from my dashboard. Tell me if I'm close.

Dragon Queen was canon. (Regina could be Mal’s baby daddy)

Swan Queen is canon.

Emma literally cannot focus on anything but Regina.

Team Swan-Mills undercover.

Like her worrying is on a different level of married.

Mal debuted her mafia boss attire. QoD car ride. Regina called shotgun. Apparently, there’s a train in Storybrooke now, wtf.

Colin’s acting is really good when he actually gets quality material to work with.

Regina protecting Emma too.#so married

Sad Rumple.

Snow being a douche about Regina’s undercover mission and its progress although it’s only been like a day.

Sea Devil totally observed everything while being sassy ladies.

Regina in leather!/ hungover Regina!