#fatherson

[walloruss]

When Adrien is still thinking about the kiss and Gabriel makes a discovery 

#miraculous spoilers #miraculous ladybug #mlb #mlb s5 spoilers #mlb s5 #fan comic #fanart #gabriel agreste #adrien agreste #fatherson #realization #just for fun #poor boy #pining #chat noir #marichat #adrienette #miraculous fandom #mlb exaltation #mlb elation #exaltation spoilers #ml elation #elation spoilers

[drgnnova]

FUN FACT: Yanqing mentions Jing Yuan at least once in all of his character stories. (15 times in total, I counted).

I love the found family troupe

#honkaistarrail #honkaistarrailyanqing #honkai star rail yanqing #honkai star rail #yanqing #jing yuan #honkaistarrailjingyuan #honkai star rail Jing Yuan #hsrjingyuan #hsr jing yuan #hsryanqing #hsr yanqing #foundfamily #found family #fatherson #father son #hsr

[sirspideer]

Chapter 1

#avatar #miles quaritch #avatar way of water #miles spider soccoro #spider socorro #mini comic #fatherson #daddy issues #fan comic

[youngboy-lee]

HEADCANON Aizawa shota

(as a ler and izuku as the lee)

(Contains tickles)

-don’t really tickles his students but Midoriya is an exception.

-he one day overheard Midoriya saying that he didn’t mind being tickled.

-every time Midoriya swears or being sassy he poke him on his side and ribs as a warning.

-he eventually gets into a ler mood after that and wreck his poor child.

-or when Midoriya is feeling sad but won’t admit it or when he hurts himself again

-he really think Midoriya’s laught is adorable but won’t admit it

-and when Midoriya joke : « why do you always tickles me ? Do you have an obsession on that ? » and then change the subject. But aizawa actually does..he is a BIG ler, after all. He just hasn’t found the perfect lee before meeting Midoriya

-sometimes without reason he just go to Midoriya’s dorm and tickle the shit out of him without break and say it’s training

-but obsiously he’ll immediately stop if he see that Midoriya is uncomfortable. (Never happen tho)

-he KNOWS not to cross boundaries, like he see it when the kid can’t take it anymore

-after that, Midoriya is a cuddle wreck. And he love belly rubs to gets ride of the ghost tickles

-and aizawa think his tummy is soft, so it’s winner-winner (father-son)

-or even sometimes when Midoriya don’t listen to him, he ties him with his capture weapon and tickles him, with his signature/sadistic smile.

-because of him, Present Mic also started tickling the kid 👀

-the little family is so cute 😭

#ler!aizawa #aizawa shōta #parental aizawa #lee!izuku #lee!deku #ticklish!midoriya #bnha headcannons #headcanon #tickle fluff #tickle headcanons #present mic #ler!present mic #cuteness #my hero academy fanfiction #fatherson #family dynamics

[winters-mistress]

Injury

Geralt was exhausted. Purely, undoubtedly, utterly exhausted. His eyes burn with the lack of rest, his whole body shuddering each time he blinks. By the gods, he wants to close his eyes, but if he does, he might not see her wake up, he might be dead to the world and she may need him.

No, his resolve strengthens, he cannot rest until she wakes.

It had started as a simple day, one the sake as any other. Wake, run a cold flannel down his face, guzzle down a bowl of porridge that bubbles at the fireplace, before pulling his cloak on to watch Ciri on the pendulum.

Lambert had accompanied him, which wasn't unusual at all. Vesemir had wanted the youngest Witcher to have a taste of training, as both Geralt and Eskel had overseen the pups for a few months before they left for the path. Lambert, however, had not. He had been eager to leave the moment Rennes had deemed him worthy of it, free from the horrors and the ghosts of Kaer Morhen. And by the time he was mature enough to be considered, it was too late, the sacking had obliterated all the poor pups who had the unfortunate fate of being in the halls at the time.

He had been good with Ciri, all things considered. A little prickly at first, but Ciri had thrown a rock at him when he had insulted her a little too far. After that, and the spitfirey attitude to her training -to keep getting up each and every time she fell down- Lambert had warmed to her.

What does Lamb think now? Geralt wonders. Is he guilt ridden and drunk? Pissy and ignorant? Or is he skittish and bristle, thinking the white wolf himself would leap out and throttle him?

It was an accident, it had to be. Had his brother simply mistimed when to unleash the dangling sack for Geralt's child to dodge? He had never done it before, but it can't have been purposeful. Ciri and Lamb got along, he never would have hurt her on purpose. If he had, Geralt didn't know his brother at all, but he was confident he did. The witchers code, a shared history, a shared sacrifice, bound by brotherhood and unified by their profession.

But the fact remained the same, the sack had hit the blindfolded girl, her body crumbling instantly, smacking the wooden beam with her head, and collapsing against a pile of rocks when she finally slipped down, neither witcher quick enough to catch her.

She was supposed to dodge, she's dodged a thousand times. Lambert was supposed to be in sync, he'd been in sync a thousand times. Geralt was supposed to catch her, why wasn't he -the strongest, twice mutated witcher- quick enough to catch the falling body of his girl?

Ciri's golden hair was marred by blood. Even if her eyes weren't shut by unconsciousness, then the left was strewn shut by a marred, deep bruise. He can't see her forehead, it's bound in bandages to support the wound at the back of her head.

She's still breathing, though. He can hear it, see it. Her lungs fill slowly with hair, exhaling after a beat, and that for one, is normal and gentle and regular.

Geralt himself had picked her up from her impact zone, his left arm's skin and sleeve is still crumbly from where her blood had dried. Cradled like a babe, the two witchers ran back to the keep, hollering for Vesemir and Eskel, Coën bringing up the rear when they set her in the long since abandoned infirmary.

She's human, she shouldn't have survived an impact like that, he knows, but he watches her inhale and exhale. She's still here, still with him. Still strong and unbelievable and mighty and mysterious and a thousand other words Geralt doesn't have the time to think of.

Is it her magic? The thing she's alluded to many times, is that keeping her alive? Or was it some miracle, an act of the gods to cushion her head from the three large blows that would have taken out another without question?

It doesn't matter how she's here, all that matters is that she is here. Geralt leans foreward and takes her hand, small and soft, pushing bloody matted hair from her face.

"You'll be okay," he whispers. They've done all they can, closed and disinfected the wound, change the bandages a few times every day, drip milk and broth down her throat to keep her sustained. It's all a waiting game now. Either she will wake, or she will not.

"It's like an echo." A voice says.

Geralt jumps.

"What?" The white wolf turns, seeing the oldest witcher in the doorway.

"You look like I did, waiting for you and your brothers to wake after your grasses." He says. Geralt winces, never one to wish to remember those days.

He supposes he must do. A large, white haired man sitting over the bed of an injured pup, who's fate is in the hands of the gods now.

"Any change?"

"Not a thing. She doesn't even toss or turn with nightmare, she's just-" his voice trails, licking his lips as he watches the girl once more.

Vesemir walks over and presses a hand to Ciri's cheek.

"No fever, no infection." He nods. "That's good."

"Yeah." Geralt sighs, leaning back in his chair, listening as it croaks underneath his weight.

"Rest, wolf." Vesemir whispers, his hand finding his middle son's hair.

Geralt knows it's Axii, but before he can fight it, his body betrays him, sinking into the chair.

"Rest, son." He says. "I will wake you if she does."

And the grand, grey wolf of Kaer Morhen takes up vigil, watching his son and his granddaughter rest.

#witcher #the witcher netflix #season 2 #ciri #geralt #vesemir #cirilla of cintra #geralt of rivia #vesemir of kaer morhen #fatherdaughter #fatherson #dadralt #papavesemir #fanfic #fanfiction #witcherfanfic #injury #lambert #cirilla fiona elen riannon

[gracehahawhat]

i recognize that the times when i delve into fanfiction are times when i desperately need a break from reality

why think abt life when I’ve got my blorbos

#fatherson #irondad #tony and peter #hank and connor #anxiety ridden sunshine child #sad but soft dad #zuko and iroh #marvel #dbh #mlb #severitus #harry should've been looked after by a slytherin not a gryffindor that's all im sayin #awae #sea grunks #grunkle ford #stangst #brother dynamic #we love the found family stuff #inject it into my veins pls #blorbo #am i too late for this joke? #the blorbo thing #nah idontthinkthisstuffdiesontumblr #who knows

[mirrorghosty]

father son time

#my art #original design #fanart #digital art #ghostbur #wilbur soot #dream smp #mirrorghosty #sandduo #philza #fatherson #ghostbur gets DadZa time #he deserves it

[bathenasupremacy]

THIS IS THE CANON, CHANGE MY MIND

Let's think that it's sometime after the 5x10, but before Jonah. Albert just likes to hang out with 118, why not? And Eddie came to visit for a while after his shift in dispatch, so he's still wearing his uniform.

Well, It is the first... Something... I'll post here. So. I couldn't sleep last night. And there was a strange idea in my head. You know, this format of content called 'Incorrect Quotes'? I thought, 'why not make a video instead of a text post?' So, here we are.

I want to do something interesting on this account. On the one hand, it may seem to you that this is the same as TickTok. Well, yeah. You are right. However, the 911 fandom on TickTok is so small really. I decided to post it hear. I like Tumblr community, especially 911 fandom, especially Bathena fandom. You are all (in the 911 fandom) so kind (it seems to me). That's why I want to join your cozy community hear.

Summing up, I want to tell you (if anyone is reading it at all) that i'm going to create and post video like that one bellow. I'm sure I'm not the first, but on my account it will be called like 'Video Incorrect Quotes'. It will be with different couples (But my favourite are Bathena and Buddie, so...Yeah🙃), about different situations and, I think, it will not always be done by sounds from the other fandoms. I suppose, sometimes you will be able to see my own ideas. I also suggest you all to tell me your ideas. Maybe you yourself want to see something that is not in the canon. Something like a fanfiction video🙃

The main goal of this venture is to give all of us the opportunity to visualize our desired situations and dialogues that are not in the canon of the 911 show.

Well, that's it. I hope, you enjoy it.

Have a good day/evening/night❤️

Also, I would be very grateful for your feedback and your thoughts on such content

#tv: 911 #911 #evan buck buckely #911 season five #911 s5 spoilers #evan buckley #bobby nash #hen wilson #chimney han #eddie díaz #bobby is Buck's dad #fatherson #firefam #fanfic #video fun #fun video

[saanvisays]

1. 25 Years of Darkness.

The last time I saw my little boy, he was 5; young, full of energy, sharp and always asking questions. He was the sweetest kid who changed my life forever. On the other hand, let's say I was not an ideal father, and that's to say it politely. I was doing all sorts of wrong things: stealing cars, selling drugs and whatnot. There is a thing called karma, and it hits you like a truck. I was caught selling drugs in a police raid, and I was sentenced to 25 years in jail; it is a long time.

(image credit to ChatGPT - AI generated)

(Credit to SoundEffectsFactory - Youtube)

My ex-wife didn't want to maintain any contact with me, nor did she want our son with me; I don't blame her; who'd want to be associated with a convict? I am not proud of what I did, but I had no other option; I had to feed my family. I know there are honest ways to go about doing this, and I don't deny that; thinking this gives me solace. Prison is brutal, let me tell you all. It is dull and claustrophobic, and you are around the worst members of society; some of them are trying to learn better ways of living and trying to be better, but most are just waiting to get out and commit the same crimes again. They toughen you up, and you have to fight for survival and guards; they do nothing. I have had the same mundane routine for the past 25 years; I used to wake up, brush my teeth, shower, and go out for work.

I usually didn't do breakfast and only had lunch and dinner; later in the day, I would write about my day and read books. I had a picture of Jack in my room next to me; the shining rays of light in my dull room gave me the energy to get up in the morning and fight off the day.

(image credit to ChatGPT - AI generated)

(Credit to Jurrivh - Youtube)

I have been dying to see him all these years, doing father-son stuff like playing with him, teaching him, taking him to school and then picking him up, talking to him about his girlfriends - but I have missed all that, and the only person to blame is me. He is 30 now, turning 31 this October. I contacted him to ask him to meet me, and after a lot of convincing and apologizing, he agreed. I can't mess this up; I would never mess it up. I must show him I am a new man who'll work hard to be in society and his life. I didn't experience the boy he was, but I want to experience the man he is. I am nervous but confident, for I have worked hard to get another shot at life. I have learned from my mistakes and will live my life the way I want, honourably. I am excited to meet him and hug him.

#drakness #loneliness #hope #prison #loveishard #fatherson #rebirth #secondchance #sadness

[mydadisdracula]

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY FROM MY DAD IS DRACULA! 🧛‍♂️ If you’re missing a father figure or just look forward to a "Hi Son!" each day, MDiD is here to give you Dracula Dad approval 💖 Enjoy some of my fatherly faves and reblog to spread the love! 🥰

📣 ONLY 4 DAYS LEFT for the Dracula and Son Plush! HERE 👇

#fathers day #parenting #fatherson #world dracula day #dracula day #Dracula #comic #wholesome #cute #webcomics

[nocoffeeorbreakfast]

The Saiyan Meal Plan

Trunks x Reader x Vegeta 

TW: Dubcon themes, but the reader is into it. Dark Themes. Degradation, Spit kink, Blood, Oral (fem/male! receiving) Pegging, Threesome, Hair pulling, Daddy Kink Switch!Reader, Bottom to Top!Trunks, Top to Bottom!Vegeta. 

AN:  Trunks is MEAN and Vegeta is DISRESPECTFUL(.reader is a switch being called daddy,) this really REALLY got out of pocket... don't read if you have a problem, you were warned.

Future Trunks - always the sweetest, kindest, boyfriend you could ask for. The perfect combination of sweet with just a hint of hard when he needed to be. Travels timelines to be with you, and is even sweet enough to switch for you. Unfortunately, (depends who you ask) this is when his hot-headed, prideful, angry father catches you two. 

 Trunks on all fours in front of you, eyes closed tight, neck craned from you pulling his long lavender hair, your lips close to his ear in a smile while your strap is deep inside him.

"Who's your daddy, baby?"

"Mmmm you are... "

"The fuck she is!!!" Vegeta roars from the door. Trunks eyes snap open and he falls away from you and jumps off the bed in an instant.

"Uh... dad... it's not what it looks like!"

Vegeta pushes past him in a huff, comes right up to you, and grabs your hair forcing you to look up at him.

"How dare you. He has Saiyan royal blood flowing through his veins, and you dare make him behave as such?"

"He likes it..." I stare him right in his eyes, full of defiance despite the fire raging in his. He leans down to whisper in my ear. My breath catches.

"Seems you need a Saiyan prince to show you your place."

Trunks watches, confused as to what is happening. His dad was clearly angry, but why is he so close to y/n?

"Trunks you have royal Saiyan blood, you should never be on your knees. A true Saiyan makes a bratty bitch like this know her place."

What?! He still hasn't let go of my hair, not that I'm complaining. Trunks may be my boyfriend, but his dad.... well his dad has always been DADDY in my eyes.

"Father, you don't understand.... we uh... um... we take turns."

"Show me."

"What?!" Trunks and I yell in unison.

Vegeta lets go of my hair, but doesn't move away from me, just barely takes his eyes off of me.

"Show me how you take turns. It's no way you're able to tame a bitch like this. No way you could ever make someone like this behave properly. You're too weak. You're not a Saiyan prince. That's probably why you were on your knees because y/n wears the pants."

I look over at Trunks. His scowl is deep. I see the fury in eyes. A fury I've only seen a few times. He's pissed. Incensed would be a better word judging by the look he's giving his father. He walks over to Vegeta stares him in his eyes, then he reaches down and grabs the back of my throat and forces his dick in my mouth.

"Show him how you suck this Saiyan's dick."

God, there's that switch I love in him so much. That hint of mean that makes my pussy drip. The brat in me wants to resist, but I know I can't in this moment. Plus, he's already down my throat. I start working him and out of my mouth, smiling sweetly up at him. His grunts make me hum in the back of my throat. He looks to his dad for validation, but Vegeta has no focus for him. Instead Vegeta leans down to my ear.

"You enjoy having a Saiyan in your mouth don't you? You should feel privileged."

His breath on my ear makes my heartrate rise. One of his hands grabs my wrists and holds them behind me. His other hand finds it's way back into my hair and he pushes me further onto Trunks dick. I frantically look up at Trunks. I see Trunks eye twitch just as he pumps into me harder. They fall into tandem with each other, using my mouth. Trunks angrily thrusting into me while Vegeta forces my head onto him. I don't know which part has me stressed the most; Trunks staring at me with so much fury in his eyes while choking me or Vegeta assisting whispering instructions (commands), in my ear.

"As a Saiyan, I expect you to fill this brat's mouth and keep going. As my son, you better not die."

Trunks growls as he picks up speed, slamming into my face so hard I fear my lip will burst.

"Don't you let a fucking a drop of this Saiyan come leave your mouth."

"If it were me, I'd make sure she didn't swallow it until she's earned it." Vegeta says from the side of my face. My brain screams.

"Don't swallow until I fucking tell you to, bitch."

Trunks screams as he grabs the other side of my hair and Vegeta grips the other side tighter as Trunks fills my mouth. Tears stream down my face and I struggle to hold it all in my mouth. There's so much, god...

Trunks falls away from me, gasping for air, eyes closed tight. My head drops as I desperately try to breathe through my nose because my mouth is too full. Suddenly, Vegeta grabs my face and turns me towards him. Come slips from my mouth and down my chin.

"Oh look at that Trunks, she didn't listen. Why am I not surprised"

I want to scream but I can't. Vegeta is smiling at me. Trunks leans down grabs my face from Vegeta. He grabs the back of my head and forces his tongue in my mouth. Come shoots down my throat and a mixture of come and drool trickles down my chin. I whine into his mouth. He pulls away and I'm gasping. A string of drool connects him as he pulls away.

"That Saiyan come was just too much for that slutty little mouth, wasn't it? That's okay, I forgive you." My brain is running a mile a minute, trying to process what just happened. First of all, Trunks is NEVER quite that mean. Was it because of his dad??? And, we're not even going to think about the fact that man was in my ear while all this was happening. Part of me wants to be mortified, but then I'd have to ignore the puddle between my legs.

"Trunks I don't remember you giving this slut permission to come..."

Vegeta's fingers are in me, stretching my slick walls before I can process what's happening.

"She's basically a fountain down here. I would never allow her to come if it were up to me. The impudence to take it upon herself to seek pleasure without your permission. But I guess you are only half Saiyan so I can't expect much."

My eyes go to Trunks, questioning, trying desperately to hold back a moan. He watches us. Watches as his father's fingers work slowly in and out of me. His face is unreadable. He walks slowly to the side of me and leans down in my other ear.

"Did you come little one? Was the joy of my Saiyan dick too much for you to handle? Did you become so excited you came like a little slut?"

"I..."

"Don't you dare lie. I can feel how wet you are slut."

My eyes shoot to Vegeta, glaring.

"Shut..."

Vegeta slides a third finger in and my words leave me. My mouth drops open. Trunks gently touches my chin and turns my face towards him.

"Focus y/n. He didn't ask you a question, I did....

"DID"

"YOU"

"COME?"

Vegeta thrusts into me with each of Trunks' words. Tears stream down my face frustrated and full of emotion, I look at him.

"I couldn't help it."

Trunks closes his eyes and sighs. Vegeta *tchs* and stops pumping into me. He slides his fingers out of me so fast I whine. Trunks' eye twitches again and I instantly know that whine will be my undoing.

"Fucking slut."

Trunks grabs my hair and yanks me on all fours. He smacks my ass so hard it burns.

"You want to filled that badly? Just any Saiyan will do, even if it's not me?!"

"No... I was just shocked... I just..."

"Shut the hell up."

He grabs the back of my neck and slams my face down on the bed, putting my ass in the air, my dripping hole revealing any dignity I had left. His dick slams into me completely, all the way to the back. I feel his balls slap my ass.

"Since you want to be filled like a slut, I'll fuck you like one."

I don't get a moment to think before he starts ramming into me viciously. My mouth wants to scream but all that comes out are squeaks and gasps. I reach back instinctively and try to slow him down. He grabs my hand and presses it hard into my back.

"Fucking take it slut. You take every inch of this Saiyan dick."

Sound finally comes out of me as I wail loudly. I combination of a cry and a moan. He pulls my head back and leans down and kisses me hard. Afterwards he bites my lip and I taste blood. He turns my head back forwards and I see Vegeta, standing on the side of the bed, smiling down at me... His dick just mere inches from my face.

"Now you're really going to be filled. Don't you dare embarrass me."

Before I can respond, Trunks pushes my face to Vegeta's stomach. Vegeta's dick instantly cuts off my air supply. I choke and drool falls from my lips. Trunks pulls out of me a bit, taking my mouth up Vegeta's shaft with him. Then in one stroke I'm back nose to abs on Vegeta. He's holding the back of my neck so tight, it's probably already bruised. In and out, each vicious stroke sending me gagging on Vegeta. My eyes roll in the back of my head and I struggle to breathe. Finally, my knees give out and my body threatens to fall, but I'm split roasted between them unable to move more than a slight drop. Vegeta *tchs* echos in my head.

"Pathetic."

Vegeta slaps Trunks' hand away from my neck and I collapse on the bed. I sob into the bed and gasp for air. My relief is short lived. Vegeta grabs both sides of my face, lifts me up, and stares into my eyes.

"You're being given Saiyan royalty, not air. I better not feel any fucking teeth" He slams his dick back down my throat and looks at Trunks.

"Make sure you keep up if you can boy."

He begins fucking my face with somehow more intensity. Trunks grabs both sides of my waist and slams his dick into me. I cry out, but it only sounds like gurgling noises because Vegeta is so deep down my throat. Vegeta thrusts forward, pushing Trunks deeper in me and my body slacks. Trunks lifts my waists up so my knees are longer touching the bed and wraps my legs around his waist. I'm full blown crying and I feel something thicker on my face. I taste blood and I don't know if it's from my mouth, my nose, or both.

"Focus girl. You look like you want to pass out, but you wouldn't dare in the presence of a prince." Vegeta smirks down at me.

"Don't you fucking pass out bitch." Trunks barks behind me.

I cry out, but it's overshadowed by the embarrassingly loud wet noises coming from both ends of me, combined with what I can only describe as Saiyan grunting. My ears are ringing and I fight to keep consciousness.

"Do you feel her throat, father? Do you feel how she handles a Saiyan?"

Vegeta looks at me and *tchs*. God that sound makes my blood boil... and makes me drip. I grab Vegeta's waist and push him so far in my mouth, my teeth graze his stomach. He looks down at me shocked. I stare him dead in eyes, the challenge clear. I hear Trunks chuckle behind me.

"Greedy slut wants more. Are you not up to the task, father?"

I almost hear pride in voice, but the way he calls me a slut...

"If she wants more, I'll give her more than she can handle."

He pushes to the back of my throat and sits there. I instinctively try to push him away, but Trucks pushes me forward. I close my eyes and try to focus on the little breathing I'm able to do through my nose.

"I didn't say stop sucking."

"Show him y/n. Don't let me down."

That's definitely pride in his voice. That lights my fire. I tighten my grip on Vegeta and begin milking him with my throat. He growls down at me and for just a split second I see his eyes roll. I grab his balls and start massaging them and I know he's close. I suck harder looking up at him. Just as I start to taste his pre, he yanks out of my mouth. The movement is so sudden that I drop inhaling deeply.

"You don't deserve this princely come."

He pumps his dick over me and sprays me with thick, white, milky come. It's in my hair, down my neck, on my face... there's so much, it just doesn't stop. Trunks slides out of me and the rest of my body drops to the bed. Vegeta spits on the side of my face then he slaps me. He wipes my face hard, and shoves two fingers in my mouth. I taste a mixture of blood, tears, come, and I'm sure spit. I gag at the intrusion and taste. Vegeta laughs as he lays down on his stomach next to me, mumbling something about "taking turns, yeah right."

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I'm laying there. Well used like a ragdoll, exhausted, body on fire, when I feel Trunks gently roll me over on my back. I prepare for more, but when I look at him, I see my sweet Trunks. He wipes my face with a warm towel and kisses my forehead. When did he leave to get that? He places something crunchy in my mouth. He's saying something to me but I can't really focus and he's whispering.

"You're not done love."

Internally I wince, but nothing comes out of my mouth. He leans closer to my ear, I have to struggle to hear him.

"We have to show him. He still doesn't understand. I know you're not done, right? I'll help you."

I feel movement and I look down. One hand is rubbing my clit, not enough to come, but just enough to build the fire. The other hand is pouring lube all over the strap I truly forgot I was wearing. He strokes up and down it while whispering in my ear.

"He said you didn't deserve his come... said he'd give you more than you could handle... he called you pathetic.... he said you didn't deserve to come. He said you had a place."

I know it's bait. Know he's conveniently leaving out that he himself talked down to me. I know he gave me a senzu bean... I know all this, but that doesn't mean anything to the fire he's activated in me. Logic doesn't mean anything to the voice in the back of my head telling me that I should make Vegeta beg. I glance over at Vegeta. I'm pretty sure he's sleep, after all that talk smh. I look back at Trunks and nod in agreement. Trunks gets off the bed and walks to the other side, standing over Vegeta. He watches me roll over and place myself behind Vegeta. I look at Trunks, searching his eyes for assurance. He smiles at me. I slide two fingers into Vegeta's ass and lick slowly up his back. Vegeta jumps awake, but Trunks holds him down.

"Don't fight it, father."

"Just what the hell are you doing?!"

Vegeta tries to move, but Trunks has a tight hold on him. I find his prostate and begin massaging his g-spot. His legs relax just a bit and I notice a slight arch. I smile and spread his cheeks with my other hand. Without thinking, I slide my tongue in his hole. I fuck his ass with my fingers and tongue, stroking his g-spot. All the resisting leaves his body and the mewl that leaves his lips is music to my ears. I look up and Trunks is looking down at us, shock written all over his face. I sit up and position myself between his legs. Vegeta gets to his knees like he remembered he was supposed to break free, but once again Trunks tightens his hold on him.

"Where are you going prince? Didn't you like it? Wanna tell your son how two fingers went in without much resistance?"

Vegeta tries to look to Trunks but can't in this position.

"You said you wanted us to show you how we take turns. I should follow your orders right? Because you're a Saiyan prince right?"

"Don't you fucking dare slut." Vegeta growls at me.

I grab a handful of his hair and smile at him.

"Famous last words my dear prince."

I slam my strap in him and his body goes limp. I start stroking into him. Trunks holds his shoulders but watches me. I pump in and out of Vegeta with a vengeance, remembering every *tch* he made in my direction.

"You fucking bitch, how dare..."

"Yea, yea I know how dare I treat a Saiyan with royal blood as such, right? You're gonna find out why your son calls me daddy."

Trunks blushes and moves away. I expect Vegeta to move, but he doesn't. I want to see where Trunks is moving to , but my focus is on Vegeta. Holding his waist, stroking into him, thinking about how he looked down at me as he used and abused my mouth. Thinking about how wet he made me. I reach around and start stroking his dick in tandem with my strokes and pound harder. Slick sounds fill the room and my vision goes red.

Suddenly, my head is turned and Trunks is shoving his tongue in my mouth. The kiss is hard, wet, and sloppy, my hips slow.

"Don't stop, he asked for this. God you're so fucking sexy when you're like this."

He slides his hands down my waist and presses two fingers on my clit. I tense up and my hips stop. I feel Vegeta drop a bit. Trunks moves behind me and I feel his dick poking at my ass. He slides one hand down my arm and guides my hand to Vegeta's hair. I grab a handful and crane Vegeta's neck back towards me. Trunks hands move to my waist and leans in my ear. He licks it.

"Don't stop love."

He slams into me hard which pushes me into Vegeta just hard, both of us yell.

"A real Saiyan takes it, Father, and you're a prince right? Surely this lowly earth woman is not too much for you."

Trunks tightens his grip on my hips and strokes me faster. I can't help but stroke into Vegeta at the same speed. I feel Trunks chest pressed against my back and he's whispering in my ear.

"He said you didn't deserve to come little one. Are you going to take that? God I love how your hips move when you're stroking him. It feels so good when you're stroking me, now I know why. Remember how he looked down on you? Remember how he spit on you?"

Each question increases his speed, propelling each of my thrusts. He's right. Vegeta fucking spit on me!

"What are doing Trunks?"

"Shut the hell up, prince. You remember spitting on me after telling me I didn't deserve your princely come? Do you remember slapping me like I was nothing?"

My hips move on their own and Trunks moves to keep up with me, tightening his grip on my hips. Vegeta's eyes closed tight, gritting his teeth together. Trunks whispering into my ear.

"That's it baby. Fuck him up. You're doing so good. God, you're so fucking hot. So fucking tight. Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop until he breaks."

I scream as I tighten my grip on Vegeta's hair. My hand working up and down his shaft as I feel him growing in it. His growling growing in volume as he starts to work back into me, pushing me back on Trunks who pushes me forward on him. This is the most unholy train.

"Vegeta when you come because I know you fucking will, you call me daddy."

"Like hell I will you fucking bitch."

I lean away from Trunks a bit and stroke Vegeta's dick harder and faster. Slapping sounds echo as I stroke him, as Trunks strokes me. I feel him growing inside me. He slides a hand between my legs and furiously works my clit.

"Don't stop little one. Make him come and I'll make you come."

I feel the pressure buliding in my stomach and I know I won't be able to go anymore once I explode. I stroke Vegeta vigorously, desperate for him to come before me. I use his pre to stroke him faster. His grunts and growls moving me faster as Trunks sends my body higher.

"Fucking helllll.... shit.... you fucking bitch..... arrrrgghhhhh fuck..... daddyyyyyyy." Vegeta roars as come bursts from his dick.

Trunks impales me harder, fingers working 100 mph.

"That's it little one, let it out."

I scream as my orgasm crashes out of me, stroking into Vegeta and onto Trunks as wave after wave of come wets everything between us. Trunks growls in my ear and shoots streams of come in my ass. All three of our voices fever pitch. Frustrations and release echo against the walls. We collapse in an entanglement of limbs and fluids. Three chests heaving, three sets of eyes closed. I'm seeing stars.

"That's how we take turns dad."

"Shut the hell up Trunks.

"I told you that you'd call me daddy prince."

Vegeta *tchs* and I laugh.

#vegeta #trunks #dbz smut #fatherson #switch reader #let us pray #why am i like this #broken #two for one #bogo #im sorry #daddy sorry daddy sorry daddy sorry #take turns #saiyan pride #dbz #dbz fanfiction #dragonball #dragon ball fanfiction #dbz vegeta #dbz trunks #trunks x reader #dragon ball z #dbz super #dragon ball super #dragon ball z x reader

[youngboy-lee]

I KNOW FOR THE LEGS AND AMRS, IM JUt FUCKING TIRED SRY 💀

#lee!izuku #ler!aizawa #mha fanart #ticklish!midoriya #lee!midoriya #lee!deku #fatherson #my hero academia #parental aizawa #ler!eraserhead

[donacienpingoin]

《 My son, my king. 》

Bowser lost his mother because of an abusive father. When the first king died, Kamek took care of little Bowser and their poeple running from human colonizers.

Fic: Bowser never had a wife because of constant conflict against humans. One day, after a victorious battle, young kind Bowser found a dragon egg under the rubble of a cart. Their specie got so rare because of war, the enemy intended to sell it on the human black market for big price. Junior always knew, but Bowser decided to gave him his name and royality, so when he'll die on the battlefield Junior would take back the throne.

Bowser is a good dad.♡

#bowser #bowserjunior #bowserfanart #nintendo #mariobros #bowserfamily #bowigie #dragon #art #koopalings #koopafamily #aquarelle #artist #fatherson #happyfamily #bodymuscle

[npskudlu]

🎉 Happy Father's Day from National Public School! 🎉 Today, we celebrate the amazing dads who light up our lives with love and guidance. 👨‍👧‍👦 Let's celebrate the bond between fathers and their children as we create educational journeys filled with joy and success! ✨

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[chibustuff]

愛してるよ

#dbz fanart #dragon ball z #son gohan #son goku #dbz #fatherson #空飯

[theashokchouhan]

*#इनके_लिए_क्या_लिखूं,* *#इनकी_वजह_से_ही_लिख_पा_रहा_हूं! #पापाजी♥️* *मेरे प्रथम गुरुवर और पिता श्री जी को जन्मदिवस की बहुत-बहुत अनंत हार्दिक बधाई और शुभकामनाएं। 🎂🎂💐💐* *आपका हमेशा यूं ही मार्गदर्शन और सुख, दुःख के परामर्शी बने रहे।* *भोलेनाथ और माता रानी का आशीर्वाद हमेशा यूं ही बना रहे।🙏🥰👏* #fatherson #fatherbirthday (at Giri, Rajasthan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmlWIUbtSxi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#इनके_लिए_क्या_लिखूं #इनकी_वजह_से_ही_लिख_पा_रहा_हूं #पापाजी♥️ #fatherson #fatherbirthday