on daddy's shoulders

The Littlest Winchester - Circles

Character(s): Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 635

Fic:

   “Again, Daddy! Do it again!”

   “Again? Aren’t you dizzy?”

   “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.

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I felt his hand on my thigh

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.

anonymous asked:

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)

Originally posted by bucky-plums-barnes

“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. 

Daddy Wednesday™

#375 - You Take Your Child Trick-Or-Treating

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 good.”

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.”

anonymous asked:

Sonny and Rafael coming back to their apartment after dropping Ollie off at college and truly realizing that their babies aren't babies anymore

Okay but this ask just made me SO SAD, ANON, WHAT THE FUCK.

BECAUSE NOW I’M IMAGINING RAFAEL AND SONNY HAVING GROWN SLIGHTLY OLDER AND THEM JUST COMING BACK TO THEIR EMPTY HOME AND REALIZING THAT AN ENTIRE ERA OF THEIR FREAKING LIFE IS OVER.

BECAUSE THEY’RE BABIES AREN’T BABIES ANYMORE.

NO MORE FIRST DAYS OF SCHOOL.

NO MORE PIGTAILS AND BRAIDS.

NO MORE FAMILY TRIPS TO THE ZOO WHILE SITTING ON DADDY’S SHOULDERS.

NO MORE BOO-BOO’S TO KISS OR HANDS TO HOLD AFTER A NIGHTMARE.

I’M SORRY THIS IS IN ALL CAPS BUT I’M JUST REALLY EMOTIONAL.

Malec Height difference Headcanon

-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. 

Lino Lakes

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. 


Josh Gaydos 2016
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