“No!” Bouncing, the four-year-old grabs Dean’s hands. “Again!”
Dean lifts her up by her arms and starts spinning in circles. The little girl laughs delightedly, her grip tightening. He keeps this up for a few seconds, eventually slowing to a stop and setting her down.
“Again! Again!” Immediately, she tugs on his arm again.
I had fallen asleep on my stomach again, and sometime hours later felt daddy’s hand sliding up my thigh, pulling my legs open further. I opened for him, raising my ass so he could inspect how wet I was. His finger slid in, then two, then three. Those same fingers then slowly entered his baby girl’s little ass.
I felt daddy kiss up my shoulder and neck, and soon his weight was on top of me, spreading my legs even further and holding down my arms. With a single thrust, daddy had filled me with his cock and his cum was quick to follow. Now it was my job to clean up the mess I made, so I eagerly lapped up cum off of daddy’s cock. And then daddy started getting hard again.
Grace telling Jefferson that it's time for him to officially make you his wife and her mom because she loves her so much and thinks that her papa is wasting time not being married to her and giving her a baby brother/sister. This in turn makes him realize that not only have you captured his heart but also Grace's and he wouldn't choice anyone else to spend the rest of his life with raising Grace and your future kid(s)
“You really want her as your mom?” Jefferson asks one day in the forest but he know the answer.
“Yes, daddy” Grace answers.
“Well that settles it, let’s go tell her” Jefferson playfully grabs her and puts him over his shoulder.
Harry: “What do you say?” Harry smiled
softly, kneeling next to your little girl as the homeowner opened the door. “Twick
oh tweet,” she said shyly, standing next to her father. “Aren’t you the
scariest vampire!” the homeowner smiled widely, giving her a couple pieces of
candy. “What do you say?” Harry asked as he helped his daughter hold her bag
open. “Tank you,” your daughter smiled before coming back down to you. Chuckling
softly you took your daughter’s hand and made sure she was bundled up. Harry
came next to her and grabbed her other hand, holding her candy bag. “A couple more
houses yeah?” he looked over at you and you nodded your head, smiling softly. “Sounds
Liam: You held your 6-year old’s hand as he
walked tiredly next to you while Liam carried your 3-year old who was fast
asleep on his daddy’s shoulder. “Mummy, I’m tired,” your older boy said
quietly. “I know Mason, we’re almost home,” you assured him. Liam smiled softly
and you carried the two bags of candy the two boys had managed to collect
tonight. Your younger son decided to wake up when you two got home, the face
paint he had on all smudged on the cheek that had been against Liam’s shoulder.
“You’re gonna need to wash your shirt,” you chuckled softly, helping the
six-year old get out of his costume. “Good thing it’s washable paint,” he
chuckled, carrying the younger one up for a bath before bed.
Niall: Your daughter smiled widely as she
came down the driveway, holding her bag open so you could see what she got. “Wow!
Full size!” Niall chuckled softly, looking over at you for a minute. “Did you remember
to say thank you?” “Yes daddy,” she nodded her head and started to eagerly walk
to the next house with some of her friends from school. You held onto Niall’s
hand as you walked behind the group, keeping a close distance. After a couple
reminders for them to slow down, they went up to the next house while you two
stayed on the sidewalk, watching and waiting for them. Niall yawned out softly.
“I think we’ll call it a night after one or two more houses,” you rubbed his
arm. “She still has school tomorrow.”
Louis: “Mummy,” your little boy frowned,
hiding behind your legs when a couple of older kids came up with scarier
looking costumes. Reaching down to pick him up, you kissed his cheek and rubbed
his back while Louis chuckled softly. “They’re just kids dressed up like you
lad,” he said, adjusting the collar of his son’s little dress shirt. “Scawy,”
he said softly, hiding his face in your neck. “You wanna go home?” you asked,
giving him the option to decide. “Yesh…” he nodded and you looked over at your
husband who smiled softly and nodded as well, taking his bag of candy. “We can
go see what kind of candy you got yeah?” Louis offered as your family started
back home. “Yesh,” your son nodded his head, relaxing a bit more.
Zayn: “How was it?” you smiled widely as
your husband and twins came back home after their little adventure of
trick-or-treating. “We got so much candy mum!” one of the girls said happily,
holding up her pillow case. “Wow, you did!” you chuckled, accepting a kiss from
Zayn as he slipped his shoes on. “Well go on, bring it into the kitchen and let’s
see what you got.” They both smiled widely and ran into your kitchen. You
chuckled and followed them with Zayn, seeing that they had already dumped it
all out on the kitchen table, creating a mound of sweets. “Oh my…” you widened
your eyes slightly, looking at Zayn. “How many houses did you hit?” “Enough,”
he raised his eyebrows and chuckled softly. “More than I thought.”
-When Magnus isn’t looking Alec places his things on higher shelves. That way when Magnus reaches up to get them Alec can see a taunting strip of skin.
-Little One always prefers to sit on papa Magnus’ shoulders. One day when Alec asks why he doesn’t want to be on daddy’s shoulders Little One says that daddy is too tall and that they are afraid of heights. Alec stares with surprised eyes as Magnus falls down from laughing to hard in the background.
-Many people are torn when wondering who tops. They all know Magnus has more experience but hes shorter and leaner than Alec. Alec thinks this is hilarious because he knows that just because Magnus’ body isn’t as broad as his that doesn’t make it weak. He blushes remembering just how strong that body really is when Magnus lifted him against the wall the other day. And besides screw gender roles, they switch.
-Little One actually turns out to be quiet petite “Like Aunt Clary!”. Because of this whenever they bring home clothing Alec finds unsuitable he hides it on top of wardrobes, bookshelves and other high places.
“Dad where is my salmon pink crop top!?”
“I don’t know, I guess you’ll have to wear something else.”
“…You hid it on top of the bookshelf didn’t you?”
Alec just smiled triumphantly in reply.
-Alec’s height comes in very handy at parties.
Alec realized Magnus had been gone longer than the five minutes he had promised. He sighed knowing he had probably been distracted by some old acquaintances. He sighed and got up from his seat at the bar. Quickly surveying the room he found Magnus talking to the High Warlock of Los Angeles, Malcolm Fade. His long legs got him there quickly and Magnus didn’t stop talking to Malcolm, even when Alec hugged him from behind and buried his face in the crook of Magnus’ neck.
my blood is syrup, a Puritain plucked turnip, he’s back, back? my heart is under attack, at the state fair, a fried oreo, bypass a cornea, words spread in Corinth, like a glass vase brakes upon a stained wood floor, in a house of the gentry, whose daughter has braces, yet not braced for life, heart swiped by a wannabe jock, “strapping young man!” Natural Light spokesman, water to a fish bowl at the Pour House and a DUI landed him in a lower division but there is always Daddy’s Money
my shoulder doesn’t hurt for the first time in multiple lives, multiple wives I’ll move to Yellowstone in a mellow tone “we are all going to die,” trivial pursuit of the truth like seeing the phantom of a loved one
a psychic once told me I was a blind seer in Russia villagers would bring me food for their fortunes what I would give to get that gig back, back? to a high school football game, to a high school atmosphere of shame, I am only breathing, she lives just to please herself, top shelf, drown in it, flounder out the gate my hope makes love to my hate, Iscariot my fate, do I hang? worshipped, mangled, demonized, dangled, before me, there is no peace, until we all get one
lavender clouds in the valley, a shadow of locusts, focus, focus, I have returned, scarred and impeccable, to hop on a wagon toward Constantinople and fall off near Jersey
it may not seem like it, but the fighting is only a few minutes away.