the daddy whisperer

Baby: *pouts* But I feel I did something wrong daddy … *sad*

Daddy: ‘No baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. Daddy loves you sweetie ❤️Baby’s daddy’s good girl,
spread your legs baby, let daddy play with your little pussy.’ *kissea baby*

Baby: *opens legs*

Daddy: *whispers in ear*
'Good girl. Let daddy make your pussy happy baby. You’re my good little girl … ’*puts wand against baby’s pussy*

Baby: *squirms*

Daddy: 'How does that feel little girl? *smiles and nodds* Good girl, give daddy some room baby …
Now where does your thumb go?’

Baby: *puts thumb in mouth*

Daddy: 'goood girl …. You’re daddy’s good girl aren’t you’ *turns wand up and bites neck*

Baby: yes daddy .. I-im your g-good girl .. *heavy breathing*

Daddy: 'want to make daddy happy baby? ’

Baby: Y-yes daddy!

Daddy: *smirks* 'Good litlle girl … now cum for daddy baby … show daddy. Say my name sweetie , daddy loves you ….’

Baby ……. *fireworks*

@babysdaddyddlg thank You for allowing me to play Daddy , baby gave daddy pwesent ☺️
I love You Daddy ❤️

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair*
  • Rosamund: *sitting in his lap; frowning at a photo* What am I looking at, Uncle Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* My baby *points* that's the head, see?
  • Rosamund: *fascinated* Wooow...all those squiggly lines are a person?
  • Sherlock: *chuckles* Yes.
  • Rosamund: Your person.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Yup. And your Aunt Molly's.
  • Rosamund: *giggles* It's funny.
  • Sherlock: Hmm?
  • Rosamund: *still laughing* Aunt Molly has a person in her. How did you put it there?
  • Sherlock: *snorts* Oh, no *lifts her and stands* I'm not having that conversation for another twenty five years.
  • Molly: *enters; grinning* Hello.
  • Rosamund: *happily* Aunt Molly! *runs over; hugs her, whispers* hello, little person.
  • Molly: *smiles* You told her, then?
  • Sherlock: *nods* Oh, yes *pats Rosie's head* you're going to be a godcousin, aren't you?
  • Rosamund: *excited* Uh-huh.
  • Molly: *giggles* Is that so?
  • Sherlock: *nudges Rosie* Pyjamas, young lady. I'll be in soon.
  • Rosamund: *sighs* Okay, Uncle Sherlock. Night Aunt, Molly. Night, little person *runs off*
  • Molly: *calls* Night, Rosie *hugs Sherlock* I'm glad she took it well.
  • Sherlock: *kisses the top of her head* Mmm *pauses* John has some questions to answer, though.
Day 14

Today’s post is dedicated to small children. Because, when they’re not screaming, they say some of the best things and honestly just make my day. 

1. A little girl and her father came through my line. He was buying fresh sushi, and asked her if she was sure she didn’t want any of her own. The girl gasped, horror-struck.
Girl: “Sushi is made out of GOLDFISH, daddy!”
Man: “No it’s not, honey, I swear. It’s made out of fish from the sea. Your goldfish came from a pet store.”
Girl: “Fish from the sea…. LIKE NEMO AND DORY?!?!?!?”
Man: “No, honey, I swear, not Nemo and Dory–”

The little girl then looked up at me with wide, tear-filled eyes, and whispered: “My daddy is a monster.”

(I had to cough to cover my laughter).

2. A woman was pushing three little boys around in the main basket of her cart. An older gentlemen asked the boys humorously, “So what aisle did she find you fellows in?”
One little boy bellowed back, “THE PREGNANT AISLE!”

3. Every now and then a little kid comes through clutching a toy that their parents are buying them and are so excited about it that they don’t want to let it go for even a minute for you to scan it. And as soon as you do scan it, they want it back in their hands again, bag be damned. And I completely understand—I remember being the same way as a child. 

But I really wasn’t expecting the same response with a little girl and a bottle of toothpaste. As soon as it was scanned, she victoriously snatched it back up and clutched it close to her chest, caressing the box lightly with her fingertips.

Her mother just smiled fondly. “It’s her favorite brand.”

4. As I was ringing up a family’s groceries, one little girl complained to her mother about being “hungry enough to eat pig.”

Her mother responded, “Honey, I think you mean pork.”

The little girl muttered cryptically, “Not if you eat the whole animal.”

5. “Potatoes are my favorite vegetable!” one little boy exclaimed as I rung up his father’s bag of potatoes. 
I could already tell by the light in the father’s eyes that he saw this as a Teachable Moment ™, which was confirmed when he said, “No son, potatoes are actually tubers.”

The boy screamed, “SO WE’VE BEEN EATING CANCER??!?!?!?!?!”

I smiled for the rest of my shift. 

Sam spent all of twenty minutes whispering ‘Daddy’ in his sleep. John watched him, thinking it was cute because Sam was calling out for him while he dreamt about whatever was making his lips curl into a boyish smile. Trying to sleep, Dean’s face fell into a knowing smirk, turned his back toward John, and thought of a secret only the boy’s knew.

An hour later Sam woke up, jostled out of sleep from rutting against the threadbare blankets. Dean watched as his boy reached down, finding cum drying in his boxers. They both knew that it wasn’t John he was asking for while he slept.

“It’s okay, Sammy. Daddy’s here.” Dean murmured, breathing slowly against his baby’s tousled hair. Feeling muscles relax immediately, he knew that nothing bad could happen if Sam was safe in his arms.


Ok so this Namjoon smut I’m writing got me like DAYUM. you may not like it but jeezus I am LOVING it. Sleep sex is one of my weeknesses so yeah… I need to go change… It’ll be up tonight or tomorrow night

Two Sentence Horror Stories

“I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”

“I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.”

“Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.”

“I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I though it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.”

“She wondered why she was casting two shadows. After all, there was only a single light bulb.”

“There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.”

“I just saw my reflection blink.”

“Working the night shift alone tonight. There is a face in the cellar staring at the security camera.”

“After working a hard day I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn’t know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.”

“The longer I wore it the more it grew on me. She had such pretty skin.”

The one below is written by myself.

“I went downstairs to get a snack late last night. My dog’s tail always thuds the couch in sleepy excitement, but I took her to the overnight vet a few hours ago.”

Daddy Helping With Inner Demons
  • Kitten: *whimpers and covers ears* th-the voices th-they're so loud...
  • Daddy: *whispers* Let mine be the only one you hear.
  • Kitten: *whimpers and clings tighter to daddy*
  • Daddy: *lifts kittens chin lightly* I'll keep you safe, little one.
  • Daddy: They can't hurt you, I promise. *holds kitten close*
  • Kitten: *nods weakly and lays head on daddy's chest, listening to his heartbeat instead of the bad voices* o-okay... daddy...

jinxxoxo  asked:

Could you please do .... Sehun talking to your pregnant belly? 😆 Btw love your blog 😘😘

thank you for loving and supporting my blog! i really appreciate it! 

“Daddy’s home.” you whispered when you heard your husband, Sehun, get inside, looking at your belly with a small smile on your face.

“Where’s my welcome home, kiss?” he pouted, opening his arms, calling you over.

You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, taking in his familiar scent. He planted a chaste kiss on your lips before speaking.

“How was your day? How’s my baby doing? Was she rough on you today?” he murmured, placing his hand on your growing belly.

“She’s been nice to me. She kicked a few times though. I still can’t believe that something is growing inside my belly.”

“Are you scared?”

“Aren’t you?”

“A little but I know that we’ll get through everything together.”

“Stop being cheesy.” you said, hitting him playfully, trying to hide your blushing face.

He got down on his knees, his hand still on your belly, smiling at it.

“You heard that little one? She told me to stop being cheesy but she’s still blushing. Your mommy still acts like she’s 18, just like the day we first met. She blushed the first time I talked to her too. Did you know that she found me hot and told her friend that she would 11/10 bang me-”

You hit Sehun on the head.

“Don’t tell her that! She’s too small for those things.”

“I can’t wait for the day when Chanyeol would curse in front of her and she would go like ‘oh shit’ then you-” Sehun stopped in mid-sentence and his eyes widened. 

“Did you feel that?” he asked, amazed.

“Yeah, she kicked. She always does it.” 


“I think you should lay down and relax a little honey, how many cups of coffee you had today?” you said but he didn’t hear you, he kept jumping around and shouting.

“I have to deal with two children when you’re born little one…”

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Last night I had a sex dream and harry said "look at daddy's little slut taking my cock so well. m'so proud of yeh" so that's how my day is starting out

And maybe you’re riding him… hands on his chest, his hands gripping your wrists. He loves watching you sit all the way down, swallowing all of him, snug in your velvety heat, little whimpers out of your mouth followed by a “daddy….” whisper when the head of him rubs your spot the right way. He wants to be in charge, yes, but the way you’re bouncing and moaning - he’s about to let you get away with murder.

FT Secret Valentine!

Happy Valentine’s Day @aya-eisen​! Surprise it was me! I really hope you like the Gajevy one-shot. Have a great day I had a lot of fun getting to know you! @ftfanfics

Little bare feet slapped against the hard wood floor, the child’s short legs carrying her towards her parent’s room. The door creak as the little girl pushed open the door as quietly as she could. Her parents were fast asleep, her father holding her mother close to his chest. It was still early after all but that didn’t stop her.

“Daddy!” she whispered, having toddled over to his side of the bed to shake him awake. In an instant her father’s piercing red eyes snapped open. Not wanting to wake up his wife, Gajeel sighed before climbing out of bed.

Once they were out of the room and in the kitchen, the black haired man knelt down in front of his five year old daughter. “What’s up Buttercup?” he asked staring into her big brown eyes.

“It’s Valentine’s Day!” Roxie giggled, throwing her arms up in the air.

A soft groan rumbled in the back of the exhausted father’s throat. “You woke me up to tell me that?”

“No silly,” Roxie shook her head, her dark purple locks flying around her. “We gotta make breakfast for Mommy!” The much older man blinked at her, his daughter never ceasing to surprise him with her brains and her big heart.

“All right Rox, what did you wanna make for Mommy?” Gajeel asked, mentally going through the ingredients they had in the house.

“Hmm,” his daughter tapped her chin with her pointer finger, the pose seeming to help her think. “Mommy likes pancakes so we should make her those! With blueberries! But I don’t like blueberries….” She looked troubled by her predicament.

Gajeel chuckled, scooping her up in his arms easily as if she were a feather. “We can make Mommy’s with blueberries and yours with chocolate chips. How does that sound?”

“Good!” Roxie threw up her arms in celebration. “With lots of syrup!”

Gajeel carried her over to the kitchen, the smile never leaving his lips. “Why are you so obsessed with sugar little girl?”

“Because it’s yummy!” Roxie erupted into giggles when her father tickled her sides. “Stop it Daddy! That tickles!”

“That’s why I’m doing it,” Gajeel barked out a laugh and after another moment allowed her to escape her grasp.

Roxie giggled, racing over to the pantry. “Come on, Daddy! We have to finish before Mama wakes up!

“All right all right but you have to be quiet,” Gajeel placed a finger to his lips. “We don’t want to wake up Mommy or your little brother before breakfast is done.”

“Right!” the purple haired girl nodded in affirmation. Together the two whipped up a towering stack of fluffy pancakes, a mix of ones with blueberries, chocolate and plain ones. For the sides they (Gajeel) cooked some eggs and bacon.

“Oi, where ya goin’ squirt?” the dad called, catching sight of Roxie heading towards the front door.

“Outside!” Roxie tugged on a pair of light pink shoes, a birthday gift from her Aunt Lucy. “I’ll be right back!” she promised and was out the door before Gajeel could get another word out.

He shook his head, his pulled back hair swinging from the movement. “Just like her Mom, that kid, Ghihi.” Heading over to the front room, he stared out the window, watching his daughter to make sure she didn’t get into any trouble and found her picking dandelions. “What is she doin’?”

Once Roxie seemed satisfied with her bouquet of weeds, she ran inside clutching the plants close. “Lookie! I picked Mommy some flowers.”

Even Gajeel wasn’t mean enough to break it to his daughter that she had grabbed weeds so instead he ruffled her hair. “Those look beautiful,” he went over to the cabinet. “Let’s put them in a vase.”

“Let me pick which one,” Roxie begged, clambering after him. She studies the few flower vases they had before deciding on a small baby blue one. “That one!”

“Nice pick kiddo!” The iron dragon slayer snagged the chosen vase off the shelf. He walked over to the sink, filling the blue vase halfway with water then letting Roxie put the flowers inside. “Perfect, can you set it on the table? Don’t run with it…good girl,” he praised when no mishaps occurred. The flowers were set, the silverware was on the table, and the food was done. “I think it’s time we wake up Mommy-” he was cut off by distant crying. “I think Gale beat us to it…”

Gajeel told Roxie to guard the food, which she took her job very seriously, to go to his almost one year old son’s room. “Dontcha worry, I gotcha…” he trailed off, seeing Levy with her back facing him as she already held their son. Her hips swayed lightly to an unheard beat that seemed to calm Gale right away.

“Oh, Gajeel,” Levy looked over her shoulder, smiling at her husband sweetly. “I got him because I didn’t know you were up. You weren’t in bed so I figured you might have went to the guild for something.”

“Nah, Roxie woke me up to help her with something,” Gajeel came up behind her, snaking his muscular arms around her thin waist. She was a little plumper after having children, his children, but he didn’t mind one bit. It gave him more of her to love.

“Oh?” Levy raised an eyebrow, leaning into his touch, having not head her daughter come into their room. “What did she need?”

“I think it would be better if she showed you,” a soft chuckle vibrated in his chest while his lips placed a soft kiss to her neck.

“Mommy!” Roxie squealed, flying into the room and ruining her parents sweet moment but the two were used to it by now. Their five year old daughter had a radar for when her parents wished to be alone. “I have a surprise for you!” she tugged her mother’s night dress.

“All right, all right, I’m coming,” Levy laughed lightly, passing Gale over to Gajeel to hold in order to allow her daughter to drag her into the kitchen. Upon seeing the spread on the table, a gasp escaped the young mother. “Roxie…did you and Daddy make this for me?”

“Uh huh! But I picked the flowers all by myself,” the little girl added proudly.
Levy knelt down, pulling her baby girl into an embrace. “Thank you baby, I love it,” she kissed her forehead. “I have a surprise for you too?”

“You do?” Roxie quivered in anticipation as she watched her mother head back into her room. When she emerged, Levy was holding the present behind her back.

“Now close your eyes,” her mother instructed and waited to place the gift in her small hands until her eyes were squeezed shut. “Ok, you can open them.”

A high pitched scream came out of Roxie’s mouth as she stared at the heart shaped box of chocolates in her palms. “Thank you so much Mommy!”

“It’s from Daddy too,” Levy laughed when Roxie yelled a thanks to Gajeel and then launched herself into her arms. “You’re welcome sweetie,” the blue haired woman kissed the top of her messy head of hair. Her fingers stroked the girl’s cheek lightly in adoration. Sometimes it was hard to believe that this precious child was hers.

“Gihihi, let’s eat before the food gets cold you two,” Gajeel chuckled, strapping Gale into his high chair. When his wife went to fix the baby some food he told her to relax and eat. The tired mother gratefully accepted his offer. Together the small family enjoyed not only the delicious meal, but also each other’s company.

When breakfast was finished, Gale was put in his play pen that was in the next room along with Roxie who played with her dolls to allow the two adults to clean up. The couple had a system, Gajeel always washed and Levy dried the dishes. They remained in a comfortable silence until the dark haired man stole the dish from her hand. “Hey!”

“Come with me for a sec,” he set the plate on the counter, his hands wrapping around hers as he lead them to their bedroom.

“Gajeel?” the solid script mage questioned, tilting her head to the side slightly, her blue waves stirring at the movement.

The named man gave her no reply, his back to her as he rummaged through one of his drawers. When he turned back around his hand was closed in a fist.

“Hold out yer hands,” he instructed gruffly.

Levy quirked up an eyebrow at him but complied with his request. Not a moment later, she felt cool metal against her skin. She looked down, finding a thin chain with a steel heart charm. “Oh Gajeel…” she smiled, tears pricking the corners of her big brown eyes.

“I made it myself,” her husband said, rubbing the back of his neck. Even after all these years he still got all flustered when it came to being romantic.

“I love it,” Levy clutched the necklace close to her chest, a bright smile adorning her face. “Can you put it on me?”

“What? Ya can’t put on a necklace by yourself?” Gajeel scoffed but took the necklace just like she knew he would. Her hands held up her hair so it was out of the way for him as he clasped the jewelry around her neck. His fingers lingered on her skin, sending goosebumps down her arms.

A soft sigh escaped her pale lips when he placed a kiss just behind her ear, electricity racing across her skin at every touch. “I love you, Gajeel.”

“I know,” he grinned cheekily and after a pout from her he pulled her into a tight hug. “I love you too, Levy.” Another kiss was placed on the top of her head.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Babe.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Levy echoed.