#who’s your daddy

[rafesthroatbaby]

HOLY FUCKK RAFEEEE

#who’s your daddy #KAY look at our baby daddies omgggg #rafe cameron #i mean look at him ?!! #fuck me fuck me fuck me #he‘s such a fucking beast #outer banks #drew starkey #rudy pankow #austin north #jonathan daviss

[chirp-a-chirp]

Arthur: Let’s play a word association game. Sugar.

MC: Daddy!

Arthur: Big.

MC: Daddy!

Arthur: *Smirks* Who’s your—

MC: Daddy!

Arthur: I can now conclude you love Le Comte.

MC: What gave me away?!

#ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire mc #ikemen vampire arthur #ikemen vampire le comte #ikevamp #otome fandom #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp le comte #who’s your daddy

[uomo-accattivante]

Il materiale di origine: @mtvuk (Instagram) / “Pedro Pascal knows who is daddy and who is mother 👀”

#pedro pascal #oscar isaac #sarah paulson #who’s your daddy #mtv uk #video

[pascalscoffin]

Rip Toby Keith and his Joel Miller coded lyrics🥲

#joel miller #Toby keith #who’s your daddy #as good as I once was #I was in actual tears when I heard he died

[usafphantom2]

Practice makes perfect ✨

F-35A Lightning II aircraft from @EielsonAirForce, Alaska, prepare to taxi for Exercise Cope Tiger 2024 at Korat Royal Thai Air Force Base, Thailand 🇹🇭.

@theF35JPO via X

#f 35 lightning ii #usaf #stealth #who’s your daddy

[dilf-munson86]

just got off work, come warm me up?

#dilf munson86 #Munson talks #who’s your daddy

[zenmom]

These “quick” sketches took me nearly two hours. Joining my party is the bombastic rat named Party-Bomb and a guest with felix the cat… or was it Julius? 🤷🏻‍♀️

I’ll want to explain this when I get enough sleep.

#zenmom #who’s your daddy #mickey mouse #felix the cat #dollietoon #oswald the lucky rabbit #i resemble him a lot #he is excluded from this game for a reason #I mean the original one not the doll dressed one #dollie’s art style is so cute! #toon zen

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Royal Pains (TV Series) - S4/E10 ’Who’s Your Daddy’ (2012) Bob Gunton as Gen. William Collins

[photoset #2 of 2]

#Bob Gunton #Royal Pains #Who’s Your Daddy #american actor #husky daddy #handsome daddy #suited daddy #daddy #suit & tie #celebrities #sitting #screenshots #CILF #Henry Winkler #actor

[kramlabs]

#justin trudeau #fidel castro #who’s your daddy

[lovesthepens]

Fuck yeah! Let’s go Sid!

#sidney crosby #who’s your daddy #pittsburgh penguins #Instagram

[depressed-lesbian420]

Show me who’s In charge mistress

#girls who kiss girls #lesbian #girls who like girls #let me sit on your face #gay girls #butch lesbian #daddy #girls who love girls #girlstoner #stoner #girls kissing #lesbian nsft #sexy lesbians #lesbiansafe #masc lesbian

[needycatboy]

t-cockwarming is talked about a lot on here, but if any of you sluts haven't actually had the chance yet let me paint you a picture of what it feels like:

imagine your loving dom playing with your hair while you kiss before flattening their palms and pushing you downwards, giving you just a moment to plant some kisses on their cock before shoving your face further in and telling you firmly to stay in place.

imagine feeling their cock grow harder against your tongue, and every bone in you is begging you to just play with it and worship it, but when you move even a little you get a hair pull and a harsh warning to keep still again. your saliva and their wetness combine into this thick and sticky slickness that makes your face so messy. you can feel their cock twitching in your mouth when you accidentally move and give them friction, and you are alight with the need to give them more to feel, but your attempts are thwarted before they even start.

imagine their hands petting your hair and encouraging you, telling you how warm your mouth is around their cock, how good you're being for staying so still. looking up at them, and knowing they can see the hearts in your eyes. everytime you pull away to catch your breath fully, you get to feel them shove your face back down onto their cock, and you have to suppress the urge to run your tongue along their head, suppress the need to push your tongue into their hole and make them moan, your purpose now is to be still, and be good.

imagine finally getting permission to get them off, and how lovely they'll look coming undone above you after you waited so long to make them feel good. imagine how fuzzy your head would feel after all that praise and attention.

now go tell your dom you want to cockwarm them.

#depravity warning #also imagine ur cat is an intrusive bitch who is laying on top of your back while this happens bc she sucks and is clingy #(just like her daddy lol she gets me) #they speak #gel.⬇️ #mlm nsft #nblm nsft #nblnb nsft #trans nsft #t4t nsft #ftm nsft #ftm t4t #angel.queue #headposting

[shitpostingkats]

Why did it take me until todays episode to realize how hysterical this entire show is from Kyutaro’s point of view

#when your coworkers (who might have kinda a gay thing going on but youve never really been sure) #show up one day and you just IMMEDIATELY clock ‘Oh. Oh they have a kid.’ #They did not a child the last time you spoke with them #youre not sure theyre even a couple #none of you discuss or talk about this in any capacity #also youre all assassins #buddy daddies #rei suwa #suwa rei #kurusu kazuki #kazuki kurusu #kugi kyutaro #kyutaro kugi #anime #shitty edits

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

Overindulgent father Astarion who tells his children they’re allergic to any kind of jewellery that isn’t made of the highest grade Dwarven crafted gold. 

It’s not even because Astarion might have a certain aversion to silver, no, he just raises his children to have standards, thank you very much. 

And it doesn’t end with shiny things, oh no… 

The Ancunín brood is known to be dressed in perfectly woven cotton, silk and soft leather clothes, no matter the occasion.

They’re seen playing with expensive toys, reading artfully illustrated books that certainly belong behind thick glass, not in children’s sticky hands. 

There’s even talk that one of the children is not as naturally inclined to music as his parents claim him to be, surely his lyre must be enchanted—the instrument certainly looks extravagant enough! 

And then there’s always this air of effortless haughtiness surrounding the Ancunín children whenever their nannies and servants are parading them through town as if they were perfect little dolls; objects to show off the wealth their parents acquired in quite the mysterious ways. 

So, it’s no secret that Astarion and Tav are pampering their children—some might say they’re even spoiling them rotten. 

And maybe they are, especially Astarion.

But he doesn’t see why he should raise them any other way, nor does he want to.  

When it comes to his children, Astarion has his own standards, and as long as Tav agrees with him nothing really matters. 

Because, these people, they don’t know anything about the Ancuníns. 

They don’t know that it’s not unusual for Astarion to wash out dirt and mud and strawberry stains from comically small finery, leaving behind only the memories of a day spent playing in the garden, chasing after ducks, picking flowers, lazing in the sun…

That any holes and tears the children’s clothes might suffer are quickly mended, making them look as good as new in no time. 

Nor do they know that Astarion doesn’t mind fashioning a brand new dress to match that of a favourite doll, either. Or to embroider a pretty vest with the likeness of that stray cat the children seem to adore, although their father would rather they don’t touch the mangy animal. 

No, those people know nothing at all...

“Not tired!” Astarion’s youngest cries; the vehement denial of her father’s earlier accusation is cut short by a telltale yawn.

The room still smells of fragrant lavender oil and peaches even when the bath water has already grown tepid, just one or two degrees above what Astarion would consider too cold to be enjoyable. 

Amused, he raises an eyebrow at the protesting toddler before he lifts her out of the copper bathtub with little effort. 

By now, he knows every step of this game.

“Tut-tut, my dear child, what did mama and I say?” Astarion kneels, quickly wrapping a soft towel around the child to keep her warm. “We only tell lies outside of this house.”

Unfazed by her father’s gentle scolding, the girl crosses her arms that haven’t yet lost their puppy fat across her chest, reminding Astarion a little too much of a very displeased Tav. 

Suppressing a sigh, he leans back to consider the pouting child, wondering what could possibly be upsetting her this time—the list is growing longer by the day, after all. 

“What’s the matter, dear?” Astarion asks gently, hoping it’s something easily fixable as it’s growing rather late. 

“Want apple!”

Decades ago, Astarion might’ve rolled his eyes—he knows exactly which stupid apple the child wants, it’s been haunting him all day—but once he started to treat his children’s problems as if they were his own, his life has grown somewhat easier. 

“Why, let’s get an apple on our way to bed, then. Would that be alright, Your Highness?” 

The girl promptly nods her head, allowing Astarion to pat her hair dry before dressing her in a clean night dress. 

She rests her cheek against her father’s shoulder as he carries her first to the kitchen to grab a fragrant apple and a knife, then to her bedroom where they settle on the cosy window seat, just like they do every night.

Soft moonlight is pouring through the windows; the child giggles at the way the knife’s blade is catching the silver light as Astarion peels and cuts the apple into even pieces.

“Here you go,” he finally says, giving the slice of apple one last examining look before surrendering it to the impatient little hands reaching for it. “A sweet treat for my little sweet. Doesn’t it taste so much better when we don’t eat it off the floor, darling?” And when it’s not crawling with ants…

The appeased toddler nibbles at the juicy fruit as Astarion carefully combs through her still-damp curls. 

Her hair’s getting long, he notices, knowing that taking care of it will become more time-consuming each day. 

Once, Astarion would’ve thought this task tedious, brushing out hair that’s not his own, oiling and braiding it for no other reason than knowing his children enjoy him doing it. 

But that’s why he loves doing it in the first place, he supposes.

Astarion can tell by his toddler’s heartbeat that sleep is about to claim her. 

The half-eaten slice of apple is still clutched in her little fist as he cradles the child to his chest, slowly rising from the window seat to put her to bed. 

He’s just about to lay the child down that the fruit drops to the floor, his daughter’s tiny hand clutching at his shirt instead.

“Thank you, papa,” she mumbles, more asleep than awake.

Astarion pauses.

He breathes in the clean, yet unique scent of the little girl that is forever engraved in his brain, the same way he knows under which exact constellation she was born. When she took her first steps, what her first word was. Soon, he will have to memorise her favourite colour, and what she likes to eat when dirty apples won’t be that appealing anymore. 

By now, Astarion knows this game by heart, knows that with every year that passes, he has something new to learn about his children.

And sometimes he wonders what it’s like to grow up with clean bed sheets and full bellies. Sleep filled with naught but warmth and happy memories. Ever open doors and tears that are dried by tender kisses. Living in a house where mistakes and anger are welcomed, safe. 

He wonders what it’s like for his children to know that their father’s love comes without conditions. Not now and not ever. 

Sitting down on the bed, Astarion holds his youngest a little closer to his chest, unwilling to let go of her, yet. 

He’s often accused of spoiling his children when most people can only just grasp the very surface of his love for them, the bare minimum of what he feels for his one and only, precious family. 

These baseless accusations are as unimportant to Astarion as the people voicing them.

He’s raising his children to have standards, wants them to take their father’s love for granted, to accept nothing less but pure devotion.

It’s the only way Astarion knows how to love them, the only way that comes most naturally to him. 

Astarion looks down at his little girl, now fast asleep, a gentle smile tugging at her lips. 

After all these years—all these children—he’s still in awe watching them sleep in his arms as if no harm in the world could ever befall them.

And it won’t—not if Astarion can help it. 

“No, thank you, my heart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against the crown of the toddler’s head. 

When it comes to his children, Astarion holds himself to the highest standard.

#astarion #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #dadstarion #astarion x tav #astarion headcanons #astarion x f!tav #baldur's gate astarion #astarion ancunin #to the best worst dad #astarion father of the year every year #emicha writes #idk how this turned out this long #I just put my daddy issues to work #I'm thinking about writing more casual one shot length pieces like this more often though #btw anyone else who only got real gold jewellery as a child? #having a grandma who told them fake jewellery isn't good for your skin? #and now that you're an adult you're left with a certain standard for jewellery but no money to actually pay for it? #because that's really funny ha! #I'll sleep better knowing the ancunin brood will just steal their jewellery even when they're not destitute

[prettyupsetnerd]

scary hugs doo doo doo doo doo

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #scary marlowe #normal oak #cheer practice sure does pay off #i was gonna make this a 1/3 series and i still want to but wow this took me way longer than it should have #but im proud of it 💖 just hate being a slow fuck #anyways i love normscary theyre my favorite adjectives or whatever #if u don't have a friend who lifts u everytime u two hug sorry for your loss...