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[ael-xander]

HELMETLESS DIN DJARIN!!!

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I prayed for this! Literally in tears

EDIT: THERE'S AN HD VERSION HERE! REBLOG THAT ONE INSTEAD SO EVERYONE CAN SEE HIM IN HIS HD GLORY!!!

[ael-xander]

HELMETLESS DIN DJARIN!!!

😭😭😭😭😭😭

I prayed for this! Literally in tears

[ael-xander]

HD version!!!

I also put it through a softer filter so you can see the details in his suit more. That's a new IB-94 blaster, too!

[ael-xander]

All better now - moon boys

summary: I just think Marc needs a back massage, okay? That would fix him.

Marc needs a back massage so badly.

I mean probably all of them do, but Marc feels it more than Steven or Jake. Moon magic or something, idk.

You'd beg him to schedule some kind of appointment. It pained you to watch him wince and stumble when his back twinged. Steven complained occasionally when it got really bad.

The circles under his eyes grew darker and darker and the wincing got more pained.

None of them could sleep. Marc tried to trick you, knowing you were keeping your eye out. But the third time you heard him roll over, you dragged him out of bed and onto the sofa.

Lay down, you sighed, rubbing your tired eyes. Marc fidgeted for a minute then relented, stubbornly avoiding your eyes.

Your hands were warm and soft as they prodded and felt around for knots. He shivered, pleasant goosebumps trailing under your fingers. The dark, warm flat was comforting, and he felt the tension ease just slightly.

The peace was broken when you dug your palm into his neck. Marc let out a high-pitched wheeze. His right leg shot out as rods of steel shot down his spine. You apologized hurriedly, soothing over the spot with a kiss.

You adjusted your position, deciding to straddle his lower back.

Marc relaxed again. The warm plushness of you sat heavy on his back, kind of like a weighted blanket.

Just relax, it'll feel good, promise.

You began around his neck, kneading and pulling with gentle firmness. Marc bit into the cushions to keep from groaning. Burning relief rolled in waves over him, reducing his bones to syrup. Even his headmates roused from sleep to exclaim at the feeling.

The density of his muscles made your forearms burn from the effort of de-knotting his back. You dug your elbow into a particularly rough spot and he shuddered. A muffled moan made you scratch his head affectionately.

See? Steven was right.

A broken "shut up" made you giggle.

Your wrists were numb by the time his shoulders felt anything close to normal. Breathing hard, you sat back and stretched your hands, letting him adjust for a moment.

Marc?

Nothing.

Leaning down, you brushed a strand of hair away from his ear and gently kissed his cheek. Marc, honey, you can go back to bed now.

A snuffling snore twinged your heartstrings. You didn't want to wake him, but the hard work you'd just done would be ruined if he slept like this. It took a few nudges but he eventually sat up, blearily mumbling complaints while you led him to the bed.

Marc slept on top of you, heavy and warm as a bear. You rubbed his back while he dozed, preening at the sound of his occasional groans.

He slept hard, waking groggily around noon. A plate of eggs and bacon was warming in the oven, said your sticky note on the fridge. You'd gone out for groceries.

Marc rolled his shoulders and moaned at the feeling of looseness. The overworked joints popped in relief. Jake exclaimed from the headspace, jockeying for an opportunity to feel the bliss.

Now you can sleep without waking me up with a migraine, eh, cabron? Took you long enough.

Marc relaxed back into the pillows. Maybe he could persuade you into giving him another one tonight. He hadn't felt this good since....a while.

Your knowing smile when you saw him flexing in the mirror made him scoff.

It's fine, he shrugged. Didn't help that much. You hummed and continued stirring the soup.

Steven was fronting that night. You could barely get through a few kneads before he was squirming and groaning. The intensity of your hands made him grip onto the couch for dear life, choking out swears around a clenched jaw.

Feel okay, Steven?

He whimpered a response and tried to calm down. You made it quicker than the night before and spent a little more time scratching round his ears, which calmed him plenty. Steven heard Marc's grumpy muttering from deep in the headspace.

I didn't get a head rub, he groused. Steven couldn't dream up a response - too distracted by you snuggling in next to him. He pulled you tight, burrowing into the junction of your neck.

You prodded around his back, pleased at the feeling of supple flesh instead of twisted knots.

Steven stayed curled around you for hours, but it was Jake who greeted you in the morning. You felt him pecking your cheek and initially assumed it was Steven, but when his coffee breath brushed over your cheek you opened your eyes in bewilderment.

Jake? Are you oka-

He crushed you into a hug, murmuring thank you into your neck. The open display of affection threw you for a loop, but you managed to return the hug around his brawny grip.

You raked your hands through his bedhead, trying to tame the rakish curls. His eyes fluttered and he nudged closer. Squirming to avoid being crushed in the all-consuming sofa, you moved to curl in his lap.

Jake drooped in your arms, humming contentedly as you stroked and kissed his hair. The stubble on his cheeks rasped pleasantly on your hands while you stroked his face.

Maybe next time you won't wait so long to get your shit fixed, huh?

Less talking, more scratching, bebita.

*vomits this in your lap and leaves*

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[ael-xander]

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Omin…so you remember that one time you made me imagine a play date with all the kids ocs…

I did it again and now I want a daycare AU with the Oscar Isaac characters as the daycare attendants.

Just look!

Jonathan Levy and Steven Grant would nail it as the perfect daycare attendants. I keep imaging my kid ocs as toddlers who attend the daycare and Steven is just telling them a story for nap time.

[ael-xander]

is this anything? just my opinion and i know some people think the opposite of some of these characters lol

made with this by @arcanechariot

[ael-xander]

Lucky Number Seven (3)

a/n: i literally have no excuse for the THREE months it took me to write this...my apologies. I've linked the previous chapter in case y'all forgot about this lmao.

cw: violence, swearing, a bit of angst

previous chapter

The darkness swallowed you up. Solitude was different on a strange planet; you couldn’t find comfort in the shadows or the cooing of the wind. Animals grew to twice your size and the breeze smelled faintly of death. An insect the size of your forearm scuttled past, disappearing into a pus-filled crevice.

Your team had done an admirable job of scaling the trail. Only a few hours left until you’d meet up with the new checkpoint. The silence was deafening, any kind of familiar sound would be a comfort. Jingling of keys, the sound of a bottle unscrewing, the distant mumbling of your crewmates. All you had was the slow ticking of terror counting down your fate.

Stop being melodramatic.

It would be fine. This mission was smaller, less dangerous. Less variables. You’d be doing recon, not recovery. Easy, easy, easy. Rookie work.

Burning roses.

A sick wave of bile rose up your throat. You stumbled, dizzy with the onslaught of memories. You were dimly aware of hurling into a bush, but a ringing and the flashing of a fire alarm closed off your vision. Your heartbeat was gone; the fleshy organ disposed somewhere. You’d have a hard time finding it in the sludge but you needed to get it back along with that other thing, that-

That thing, what was the thing? You were looking for something, and then it got stuck. No. You were stuck. Stuck in a room, and there was the door but

Keys. You needed keys.

But-

A slow, quiet rrrriiippp and your vision was clear. The gauzy delusion had been torn off, leaving you weak-limbed and shaky. A quick pat to your chest said yes, you have your heart. Your keys-

No, not yours. Poe. Poe had said…access keys. You were going to get them. And the trail was that way. And your heart was beating. And you were okay. Deep breaths.

This atmosphere is just making me crazy. That’s all. One foot in front of the other.

One hour down, one more to go.

-

The place was crawling with Imps. You didn’t need a scope to see the rows and rows of speeders and ships emblazoned with that stupid black insignia. A few helmeted snipers peeked out from hollowed-out shell craters and the tattered rooftops of the smuggling port. They weren’t trying to be discreet; poorly disguised officers guarded the doorways with gleaming stun guns strapped to their chests.

Your palms began to sweat on your blaster. You could count more soldiers than your entire team just from this vantage point. If Poe had a few land rovers with shells in the cannons, maybe you could pull it off. But this? A suicide mission, surely.

A total of eight crew members were already in the port, and four of them were AWOL. It wouldn’t surprise you if their remains were smeared across an Imp holding cell, but there was always a chance. The pit in your stomach threatened to consume your ribs. Hastily, you sketched out a map of what you could see. Unfortunately every entrance plan you could think of was compromised by the fact that every single article of clothing you had on was Rebel orange and screamed “come and get me.”

You could ditch the weapons, but you needed some kind of protection. If any of the Rebels needed medical assistance, your aid kit was also a must. Just the essentials were already filling a bag the size of a small child. Well, fuck.

“Black Leader to Intel One, do you copy?”

The migraine is back.

“Copy,” you said quietly, fussing with the straps on your boots.

“How’s it looking? We’ll need a meetup in about an hour.” His voice was so calm, so bored. Well, if he was so ‘bored’, maybe he should come take a look at this hellhole you were about to belly flop into.

“Uh, it’s looking like suicide, Dameron. It’s infested with Imps and I see absolutely no entrance I can use. Also, they’ve got a cargo carrier parked out front. Looks like they’re loading every speck of goods into it,” your voice trailed off as you caught a look at the smugglers they were hauling up the ramp. Chained ankle to ankle and coming in droves.

“Are you…sure this was just a smuggling port?”

Poe’s scoff crackled over the mic. “It’s been confirmed dozens of times in the reports, why wouldn’t-”

“Because I didn’t think they took smugglers as war prisoners, yet I’m seeing the largest arrest since Dagobah.”

Silence.

You’d only begun counting after the shock had settled, but it still left you with at least thirty prisoners.

Poe still hadn’t responded, which worried you more than the scene in front of you. As much as you hated him, he was still the man with the plan. He had more intel than you did, and if he was coming up short…

That stark feeling of isolation hit you again. You were alone in the swamp with over three hundred enemy soldiers and a half-charged blaster. The air was growing colder – damn these six hour days – and you didn’t have adequate resources for a shelter. This was supposed to be a day trip. Easy; in and out. You’d get the target and bunk with whoever had already set up. But now…

Roses. Burning silk. Smoke, thick and black and

“Cadet?”

The static shook you back from the smothering train of thought and you swallowed.

“Y-yes?”

"Don't move."

You'd been sitting in the rain, not moving, for two hours before a masked Rebel finally crashed through the brush. It sent you into a small heart attack when the loud snapping of branches broke the dead quiet. Scowling, you watched as Poe ripped off his face covering and crowded next to you.

"Hi," you intoned, wiping a wave of grimy rainwater from your eyes. Poe nodded tersely and pushed past to peer at the base. While he mumbled intel to himself, you greedily eyed his orange emergency pack. Your clothes were soaked through and it felt like ice had grown around your fingers. You were not prepared for the camp out that had unfolded.

Maybe if he just dropped the pack and left, you could handle this yourself...

"Damn, it's cold," you muttered, pulling your sleeves over your frozen knuckles. Poe slid a dismissive gaze your way but continued his plotting.

"How long have they been at this?" His voice was hushed but rife with stress. The corded muscle of his jaw was jumping with every inhale. It unsettled you to see him like this.

"Dunno, probably a few hours before I got here. Maybe a day or two? The place looks pretty cleaned out."

"Why didn't you make a note of that?"

You blinked. Never mind the bantha hood, rage began to warm your chest quickly.

"Your transmitter was off, dumbass," you gritted out, "and I was under the impression I'd be picking up an access code, not derailing a fucking slave trade."

Poe considered you silently for a moment. You swallowed, the thick sound echoing in your tiny clearing. Yes, this situation sucked. Were there problems on both ends? Absolutely. You knew he knew. His face was an open book. But there it was, that stupid fucking pride that drove him to scoff and look back at the mess in front of you.

Prick.

"We should get a crew out here," he said with finality. A riverlet of rain water trickled down the bridge of his nose.

"We don't even know where they're headed, that's a waste of time. Let's do the main mission first." You crept closer to him and eyed the freights. They were loaded and ready to go, but none of them had begun their takeoff sequences. Odd.

"If you ca-"

"Why haven't they taken off?" You interrupted. The dead stillness was standing your hair on end. They'd finished boarding an hour ago. The shining ends of blasters had disappeared from the sniper roosts. No gleaming helmets of Imperial soldiers poked out of windows. Not even the sound of shouting came dimly from the hangar.

Poe stopped his bickering to listen. You saw it on his face. Desperately, you searched him for an answer. He had to know. He was Commander Dameron, he always knew.

Acrid smoke. Burning. Coughing. Building-

"Stop," you choked out, shaking your head. Not right now. Please, just hang on two seconds.

"What?"

Poe was looking at you oddly as you gasped for air. You shook your head rapidly, waving him off.

"S'nothing," you rasped, wiping your eyes, "just a....nothing, apologies."

Flames, building higher. Roses. Real ones. Red, white, pink, black, ashy and burning. Someone was...laughing? Screaming. Yes. Wh-

Something hard collided with the back of your head and you choked. Yelping, you crawled away from Poe and the back of his hand. When your eyes met, an unfamiliar expression adorned his face. He opened his mouth, then quietly shut it. A first.

"Shut up," you mumbled.

"I smell it too," he said. "The smoke."

It was your turn to be confused. Slowly, you took a deep breath through your nose.

Sure enough, the astringent smell of burning plastic.

"They're burning them."

The cold pit in your stomach turned to fire. Without a second thought, you bolted down the hill, blaster in hand. Poe shouted behind you but your legs couldn't stop.

Not this time. You weren't a fan of losing twice.

The smell of smoke stung your nostrils. Deep breaths, ignore it, continue forward.

Smoke. Thick smoke. Black. Burning flesh.

You closed your eyes and pressed forward. Now was not the time to be stuck in the past. That mission was dead and gone

just like her

and you had a new priority.

Perching behind a tree, you peeked behind your hiding spot to check for Poe. Nowhere to be seen. For the better.

Carefully, you stripped of your orange vest and any obvious Rebel gear. Taking your small pocketknife, you stabbed it into the tree's trunk. If possible you'd reconvene here. Hopefully, with the access key in your hand.

The smell of burnt flesh was really getting to you. No roses yet, that was a good sign. Ground yourself, cadet. Deep breath. In, ou-

You choked on a lungful of black smog.

Oh, shit.

Blaster fire shrieked around you as you pressed onward, delving into the roiling mass of flames.

Hot.

Hot, hot, hot.

The soles of your feet felt like boiling rubber. The flames licking your legs were almost soothing, like warm water. You shivered. Their warm tongues grew teeth, biting and gnawing at your clothes. The oppressive heat was everywhere, so thick you couldn't breathe.

Bad idea. Bad idea, very bad idea. Something in the back of your head was screaming, but you found the screaming of prisoners around you more alarming. Fumbling for your shirt, you pulled the damp fabric over your nose and stumbled forwards.

Smudged outlines of burning crates and ships glowed in the hazy, smoke filled hangar. You ducked under and awning and tried to see through the stinging in your eyes.

Your foot collided with something soft and heavy on the ground. Gingerly, you peeled back the layers of brown cloth.

A face.

Burnt beyond recognition, but their cracked and bleeding lips were still moving.

Without thinking, you hooked your arms under their shoulders and dragged them to the nearest wall. The cindered wood disintegrated under your foot. With a few powerful kicks, you cleared the wall and were met with a wall of cold air.

The access key was lost. Finding a little hard drive in this was impossible. It couldn't be for naught. Something had to come out of this, even if it was a half-burned body. Your legs quaked with the effort of staying upright. If you could make it to the treeline, the puddles would extinguish any fire that got too close.

You sobbed with relief, collapsing with your victim onto the muddy ground.

The open wounds on your face protested the gluey mud at first, but as you fought for air, the cold sludge felt nice.

Keys. Keys. There's a key somewhere, get up. go get it.

But as you moved to sit up, the leaden posts connected to your hips sank into the earth. Your ribs tightened and the licking heat blew higher. Melting. You were melting into the earth.

The fire roared louder as you watched helplessly. It would probably combust soon, and then you'd have shrapnel to worry about.

Orange, bright and suffocating, swallowing you into nothing.

Fire. Everywhere, dark and smoggy. You breathed deep, surprised at the sweet-smelling air.

Oh, of course. The roses. You tucked another one under your lapel to mask the smoke.

The white metal walls burned quickly, despite the trainings and conferences reassuring its inmates that you'd be safe from any flame. The sprinkler system would extinguish anything in seconds.

Well, no drops of cool water sprinkled the ground. Hot, roiling flames climbed to the ceiling as you watched.

Something warm and sticky squeezed your hand. A smaller hand, connected to a smaller body, head downturned.

Look up, you coaxed, watch where you're going.

The little one refused, planting her feet stubbornly.

I don't want you to burn, sweetheart, let's go this way. There's the exit, see? Run along, your mother's outside.

It was getting uncomfortable, and not even the roses could cover the stench of burning. Plastic, steel, flesh and paint seared the hair off your arms. You tugged her forward but she was so heavy. Too heavy.

Come on, move.

Move!

Four of them were outside. You'd gotten all four out, almost all six. But you had to go back. Someone...someone was waiting, stuck in their cell. You had to go back.

There wouldn't be enough time, if you keep waiting for her.

but you'd promised her mother-

Wait here, you said frantically, I'll be right back. Run to mama if you can.

You waded through the burning rubble, batting flames off your sleeves. Blue? The flames were blue now. You watched them for a moment as they tickled your flesh, then hurriedly brushed them away. The gleaming white of your bone looked back at you. Oh well, you'd put bacta on it later.

Hey, you called, come on out now, it's time to go. The fire's getting bigger.

Hey! Come out!

Nothing.

Nothing but fire.

And roses.

we are so (close to being) back guys.

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[ael-xander]

Infinity + 1 l Frankie Morales x f!Reader

Warnings: DDLG, fluff, age play, mild bunny/pet play

For sweet bunny anon who likes sparkly stickers and whose love language is all of them. Hehe bb i'm sure your birthday is not a "forgettable" time of the year when you're with the right people 💕 I ship you with daddy frankie bc he loves in allll the love languages.

You got home completely exhausted from big girl work. You instantly melted into little mode when you walked through the door and saw Frankie. You put on your bunny ears and told him all about your day. He listened attentively while carding his fingers through your hair. Whenever he stroked your hair you'd immediately turn to jello. He encouraged you to take a nap while he made dinner, despite your protest.

"You deserve some rest after your big day, bunny."

"But-but I wanna be with you, daddy." You pouted.

"I'll be right here when you wake up. We'll have special playtime tonight..." He dangled that reward so you agreed. He dressed you in your fuzzy pjs and turned on some quiet relaxing music on your little boombox.

"I'll be right out here if you need anything, bunny." He kissed your forehead then your lips. "I love you, beautiful girl."

"I love you times infinity." You replied.

"I love you times infinity plus one." Frankie replied with a wink. It was the same back and forth you always did when he would say I love you. At this point if he didn't say it you would be upset.

"Can I have milkies, daddy?" You asked, batting your lashes up at him. That always helped you get to sleep.

"It's not bedtime yet, bunny. Just naptime." Frankie struggled to say no. You were more tired than you thought.

"But-"

"We can have special play later. Promise." He pressed a finger to your lips to quiet you.

"Okay..." You sigh, opening your mouth and letting him slip his finger inside. You sucked on it, getting some comfort.

"There you go... see you're already sleepy." Frankie hummed, eyes trained on your lips fused around his finger.

He stayed with you, stroking your hair until you were asleep. Then he got to work on your favorite pasta dish.

He was rolling the homemade meatballs when he felt two arms encircle his waist.

"You're supposed to be relaxing bunny..." Frankie looked back at you.

"But I miss you, daddy." You grumble into his shirt.

"I'm making dinner. Your favorite." He moved aside so you could see.

"Meatballs!" You clapped your hands together. "Can I help?" You asked. Frankie found this very sweet since you normally didn't like cooking. He agreed, helping you roll the meatball, his big hands guiding yours. Your tall bunny ears were getting in the way so he bent them down so he could see over your head. If he moved away to get something you'd immediately whine until he was back at your side.

"Good girl, bunny. Thank you for helping daddy." He praised when you held up the perfect ball. Then he helped you pinch off some more meat and roll another one. You didn't mind the sticky mess. You giggled at the sensation. Frankie wiped your hands off with a wet towel so you didn't get on any on your clothes.

"Now what, daddy?" You asked looking at all the meatballs neatly placed on the pan.

"Now we put them in the oven and let them cook. Then we make the sauce and the noodles."

"That's so many steps." You complained, wanting your daddy all to yourself.

"It takes a lot of work to keep a baby bunny fed." Frankie snickered, tickling your sides. "You can go play while I finish making dinner. It's okay."

"Only play with you, daddy!" You wrap your arms around him expectantly. "Special play! Pwease!" You jump up eagerly.

"That does sound fun." Frankie chuckled "I thought you were tired though."

"Me all better now." You said proudly.

"Well..." Frankie felt his resolve crumbling under your cute and eager expression. He squeezed your butt lightly. Dinner could wait a little longer...

There was a knock at the door which interrupted his thoughts.

"Who could that be?" He frowned, heading for the door.

"I come too." You take his hand and follow him. Frankie was still very protective from his military days and he hid your body behind his as he opened the door.

"It's a package, baby girl." Frankie pulled it inside. "It has your name on it..." He handed it to you.

"STICKERS!" You screeched in excitement when you have the box open. "Daddy it's the holo stickers me wanted! Thankie daddy thankie times infinity!" You waved them around. You teared up at the thoughtful gift, hugging Frankie tight.

"Something told daddy you needed them to add some sparkle to your planner." He laughed at your reaction, loving to see you so happy.

Frankie oohed and awed as you showed him each one even though he was the one who picked them out. You hopped off to put them on your planner immediately.

"Be careful with how you put them on." Frankie called after you. He'd prefer to watch you do it just in case you messed up or needed help. However this was the perfect opportunity to work on dinner.

Again you came back way sooner than expected. Frankie dropped the spoon he was holding when he saw you were completely naked.

"Hey fuzzy bunny where did your clothes go?" He put his hands on his hips. "Oof" You had hopped over and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning against him. He swallowed hard, feeling your warm curves under his hands.

"Special play now pwease. You pwomised daddy!" You used your puppy eyes and watched Frankie's resolve crumble. He was such a sucker for you.

"You're not going to let me forget that huh?" Frankie chuckled, giving in and kissing you. He grunted into your mouth when his fingers found your fuzzy bunny tail nestled between your cheeks. "Naughty bunny... you put this in without any help?"

"Mhm. It felt good when I did it, daddy." You whispered it like it was a secret.

Frankie growled quietly before pulling you towards his room. Once you were naping and sated from pleasure he'd finish dinner.

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[ael-xander]

I just had to tell you that last night I read your little ficlet about spying on papi pero and seeing him smile and then I had a dream that basically followed that exact story except I was a sleepy little trying to get pero to have special play time and he was all riled up and saying things like “bebita slow down or papi won’t last as long as he wants to” so thank you for the inspiration 🥰🤤

omggg yes 🤤

Warnings: DDLG, fem little, mention of somno

It's early in the morning and for once you're awake before Papi. You're in his bed, on top of his broad chest. You stare at him and trace his scar with your finger. Your papi was the most handsome in the whole world!

That's when you feel his erection against you and you unconsciously throw your leg around his hip so you can feel it against your core. You rock against it as your eyes closed. It felt so good bumping against your panty-covered clit. You felt so little against his big strong body. You covered your mouth to muffle any whimpers as you continued to chase your climax.

"Patita-" Pero reached up and cupped your bottom, stopping your movement. "What-"

"Go back to sleep Papi." You whimper, trying to get more friction.

"How can I sleep when you're rubbing against me like this, little duck." Pero groaned. How was he already so close? "What do you need? Dime."

"Milkies, papi." You nod. You wanted Papi to sleep but now your needs were becoming more important. And as good as humping him felt, you wanted more.

"Ay...slow down... por fa- papi won't last-" He bucked against you.

"But I wanna-" You don't understand why he wants you to stop.

Pero turned you over, holding your hips to the bed. "Papi's got you, patita. If I knew you were so needy every morning..." He bit his lip to stop from spilling his darkest desires. To fill you up while you slept. Keeping you content and sated on his cock all night.

You try to reach for his cock tenting his boxers but you can't reach. "Please!" You give him your best puppy dog look.

"Be a good girl." He pushed your arms up over your head, raking his eyes down your body. In his shirt. "Díos... you make papi so hard, patita. My princesa preciosa."

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papi masterlist

[ael-xander]

Papi Masterlist

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Daddy!Javi with picky eater

Daddy!Javi with little who eats roses

Daddy!Javi with little who falls down

Daddy!Javi when you’re on your period

Daddy!Javi feeding his little ✈️

Daddy!Javi bedtime routine

Daddy!Javi when you have an anxiety attack

Daddy!Javi putting medicine on your rash

Daddy!Javi after you get jealous

Daddy!Javi with little who loves candy

Daddy!Javi on your bday

Daddy!Javi beach day

Daddy!Javi takes you to work

Daddy!Javi checks your princess parts

Daddy!javi joins bathtime

Special playtime wif papi

Safehouse with Daddy!Javi

Steve visits Daddy!Javi and Bebita, part 2

DaddySteve and Papi Javi finding little!reader , taking her home, giving her a bath, daddies kissing, trying coffee

Pero’s little with a sword

Pero’s little drawing her own scar

Daddy!Pero protecting you

You catch daddy!pero smiling

Spending the morning in daddy!pero’s garden

daddy!Pero when his little is sad

daddy!pero sleeps in your room

morning milkies

meet his little: estrellita

he catches his little touching herself

Javi Gutierrez

playing with his curls

he loves stuffies

when his little is overstimulated

c0ckwarming

Namor/Ku'Kul'Kan

comforting you

first meeting

teaching you to swim

[ael-xander]

Good Man

warnings: no outbreak daddy Joel, ddlg, fem little 🙇‍♀️ , discussion of age play, meanie shamers, bad words

notes: based on an angsty dream i had. i needed daddy comfort 😭 idk if anyone reads daddy joel anymore but i hope you likie ❤️ 💕

"And he wanted me to call him daddy!" Your friend, Steph, shrieked causing everyone at the table to laugh. Everyone except for you who had been enjoying the story up until this point. Now you chewed your lip.

"I hate that, honestly." Your other friend, Olivia, said. "It's gross. Like... it's just gross."

You feel your face heat up. You try to think of something to say some retort.

"It's these older men who get off on it." Steph agreed. "It's like why can't they date women their own age. They're creeps"

"I don't know guys it's kind of hot." Elise, sitting to your right, leans forward and wiggles her eyebrows. You feel a bit of relief.

"Ew!" Steph laughed.

"I mean- like sexually. Not like all the time. That's too weird for me." And the relief was gone

"What do you think?" Elise turns to you.

You feel your face grow hot. Your brain already felt fuzzy from worrying about what to say. None of them knew about Joel. They knew you were with someone older but the nature of your relationship was totally private.

"I think- I think it's fine. If that's what people like and they consent to it."

"So diplomatic." Olivia snickered. "We know you like them older."

You know it was said in fun but you felt your eyes sting with frustrated tears. You honestly didn't know where all this emotion was coming from. But it was almost like a rejection of you, even if they didn't know. If you ever thought you could confide in them now you know you can't.

"I mean... they're kinda taking advantage of you. Like you have to wonder...like it's one step away from a ped-" Steph crossed her arms.

"Steph!" Elise glared at her.

"Bathroom." You stood up and bolted as fast as you could. You hated that you cried from frustration. Like the moment you need to speak up your tears get in the way. You text Joel to come pick you up.

You know they are talking about you when you get back because they immediately stop talking and plaster on cheery smiles.

"Hey! Should we get another round." You can tell Steph feels bad for her words.

"That's okay i'm going to head home."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah we got carried away-obviously you aren't- you know-"

"It's fine." You looked away "I was feeling off anyways."

Joel pulls up a few minutes later. You just want to run into his arms and cry but you know your friends are still watching you leave.

"Just drive." You mumble as soon as the door is shut.

"Have fun?" Joel asks, squeezing your leg with his free hand.

And you instantly burst into tears before you can get your seatbelt on.

"Oh dear." He pulls into a parking space at the back of the lot. "What-what?" He cups your face in his big hands. "Petal talk to me..." His big brown eyes search your face, seeing the softness in your eyes and pouty bottom lip. "Oh baby..." He helps you scoot over into his lap and you cry into his neck. In his mind he's trying to think of anything that may be causing this but he just lets you cry.

"D-daddy..." You cry.

"I'm here, petal. I gotcha." He strokes your head. Inhaling his scent and feeling his big strong arms made you even more mad at what your friends said. Joel was not a bad man. He was your daddy there was no other way to sum up what he meant to you. Safety, protection, acceptance, strength... When you quieted down he peels your face off him and wipes your tears.

"Can you talk to daddy? Hmm? Can you find that big girl voice?"

You try to speak but it just comes out like a whimper.

"Aw I know... you can do it. Let's take a deep breath all the way... yeah... let that big girl voice come back to you..." you have to take your big girl breaths a couple of time before you finally speak.

"Dey-dey said" You sniffle "daddies are bad men."

"Your friends?" Joe felt his heart sink.

"Mhm dey said you were a- a- creep. And I was gross. But you aren't daddy!" You grip his shirt fiercly "You aren't!"

"I'm sorry you had to hear that baby." His heart just aches in his chest. "Some people are too small minded to imagine anythin' different than what they have. They don't understand it, petal."

"But why?"

"It's just how they live their life. Don't know nothin' else." He knows the feeling all too well. How many times has he had to endure awkward conversations about his relationship with you. He got on daddy sites secretly and always felt wrong doing it. But something changed once he started establishing a real relationship with you. Pure love. And so much more than he thought.

"I didn't tell them daddy but i wanted to. I wanted to tell dem you were a good man."

"It's okay baby." Joel smiled.

"No, daddy!" You insisted, cupping his face and looking very serious. "You are a good man."

"Th-Thank you, petal." Joel felt himself tear up a little at your sincerity. Because some days it didn't feel like it. You only got a taste of the hate in the world you had no idea. And Joel was doing his damndest to keep it from you. "You're a good girl. Such a good girl..."

It was so easy at home to just let go and be what each other needed. But the rest of the world wasn't ready for it.

"I don wanna be secret." You confess in a small voice, tears coming back anew but this time they felt different. "I don't wanna be..." you search for the word but couldn't come up with it.

"I know... we'll find a place where we can be ourselves. I swear to you, baby." Joel promises into your hair. He promised himself he would find more members of the community so you would find friendship and acceptance. So he would, too.

"I love you daddy."

"I love you too petal. Loud and proud." He kisses you gently.

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[ael-xander]

Outbreak Day Eve

warnings: daddy!joel, fem little, ddlg, cute fluffy daddy time

Tomorrow was the anniversary of outbreak day which meant everyone in Jackson had the day off. No work or school or chores. The exception was patrol. Most people wanted to be with their families so it was always hard to pick who would have to patrol on this most important day. It was a day of mixed emotions. Some people liked to grieve what was lost. Some people treated it more like a celebration akin to 4th of July. With the heat of the summer lots of people were having picnics and cookouts.

Harper, who was head of patrol, was surprised when Joel asked for time off. He never asked for time off. If anything he was the one who volunteered to work on holidays. But Harper could tell there was a change in the man over the last year. Something about being with you.

"You got it, Joel."

"You sure? I know lotsa people are askin'." Joel is takenaback

"You've never once asked for a day off. Picking up extra to help out everyone else... you enjoy your day off kay?" Harper waved him off.

He was so excited to tell you. He came home and wiped his boots off on the door mat.

"Petal?" He turned to see you sitting at the table drawing. "Hey... whatcha makin'."

"Everyone at the daycare was drawing pictures of stuff from before da outbreak. I wanted to make one." You don't look up because you are deep in concentration.

"Oh yeah?" Joel comes over and sits next to you. He peers over your arm.

"See daddy..." You point at each of the details. "Das us at a moobie theater. Dey used to have moovies on big big screens. All new ones all da time. And see you holding popcorn. I like the popcorn here but Miss Thomas said it was really yummy at the moobie theater."

"That's right." Joel smiled, almost tasting the butter on his tongue.

"Did you see dem?" you ask.

"Oh yes. All the time." Joel leaned back in his chair. "The seats were big and comfy. You could get special glasses that would make the movie look three dimensional- like it was coming out of the screen."

"What!"

"And the popcorn was tasty but you also could get soda and candy all sortsa things...yeah I think I miss them a lot too." His smile falters a little as he stares out the window. He used to take Sarah to the movies on saturdays. It started with cartoons then more girly movies but Joel didn't care. He loved watching her eyes light up with imagination. He wishes he could share that with you as well.

"I sorry." you frown, not liking to see your daddy sad.

"s'all right." He seemed to snap out of his daydream, turning back to you. "come here and give your daddy a proper hello."

You hop out of your chair and into his lap. "I missed you daddy..." You hug him tight. He was so warm and solid and felt like home. He hugged you back just as hard.

"And I got good news baby! I get the day off too."

"Yay!" You bounce on his lap.

"So what do you want to do? We can go for a hike. We can do crafts. Whatever you want."

"What do you wanna do?" you ask, feeling very big for thinking about your daddy.

"Whatever you want." Joel reiterated with a squeeze of your thigh.

"No daddy." You furrow your brow. "Is outbreak day and you were there so dat means is daddy day."

"That what it means, petal?"

"Mhm." You nod feeling even more like a big girl. "That's what dey said. Do somefing you miss"

"Mm well... I guess I miss..." Joel thought of movie theaters, of baseball games, of concerts, of swimming pools... barbecues with neighbors and friends...

"What! daddy!" You cup his scruffy cheek.

"It's- i'm not sure we have one."

"What!" You exclaim, hating the not knowing.

"It's a slip'n'slide." Joel smiles at your eagerness. "It's uh a long mat that links up with the hose and we would slide down it.:

"Let's do it, daddy!" You bounce on his lap again.

"I want to." He chuckles. "I gotta see if I can fashion one." His mind already coming up with ideas. He missed building things. This would be a fun challenge

"I wanna help!"

"Of course you do, you good girl." Joel kisses you gently. "Why don't you draw a design for daddy to use."

"Okay!!!" you squeal.

Joel digs out a long tarp which is fairly slippery. The yard is small but at an angle there's a decent track for the slide. He hooks up a old sprinkler system into ends of it and runs the hose between them. You were right there next to him, eager to try it out.

"Like dis daddy!" You show him the drawing of a sprout of water coming out on either side.

"Mmm oh you want it there?"

"Mhm, daddy. Please."

It takes a few tries to get a passable stream of water but he felt pretty pleased with himself by the time the sun was fading in the sky.

"Can I try it daddy!"

"I don't want your nice clothes getting wet." Joel leads you back inside and changes you into one of his old shirts.

"What about you, daddy?" You look expectantly at your daddy.

"Oh dear I'm not sure I can make it down. I'm an old man, petal."

"Please daddy!" You hug him around the middle and give him your best puppy dog eyes. "Please daddy! I only wanna if you do it too!"

"Oh alright." Joel sighs, knowing his back would complain in the morning but he wanted to share this experience with you.

"I ready!" You signal him to turn the hose on. "Catch me daddy! catch me!" You give yourself a running start before pushing yourself onto your belly. you slid down the tarp way faster than you thoght you would. It was kinda like flying. You squeal as Joel catches you at the end.

"I gotcha!"

"That was so fun daddy!" You giggle. "I wanna go again!"

Joel lets you go a few more times before you are looking at him expectantly.

"Your turn daddy. I catch you. I catch you."

"Oh dear..." Joel chuckles. "You sure?"

"Mhm. You can do it daddy! You brave!"

"I'll try to be, baby girl." He strokes your wet hair before walking up to the start. There's a slight slope to the yard which helps. "Things you do for a girl, miller." He muttered to himself. He shucks off his tshirt and shoes. On the count of three he pushed himself onto the slide, traveling much faster than you. His legs slide out to the side which makes him laugh.

"Oof!" He stretches out a hand to stop himself and keep the full weight of his body from knocking you over.

"Yay daddy!!!" You were jumping up and down. "You were so fast!" You kneel down and flop on top of him.

"That was fun, huh?" He laughs.

"Ya." You kiss his collarbone. "I love this, daddy. Was every day like dis?"

"Yeah..." Joel hugged you close. "But it's better now that you're here."

The sun was staining the sky pink and orange and both of you watched it set.

"So... what are we gonna do tomorrow?"

Joel bursts out laughing.

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[ael-xander]

Could you do a little who gets a rash from Poision ivy and Daddy needs to take care of little? Maybe with Whisky or fwankie?

oof these are the worst!!! I instantly thought of whiskey because you're outdoors with him a lot. Lamb is naturally curious and loves to play in the yard. 🌱

Warnings: DDLG, gn!reader

He's mowing the lawn when you wander over to him, holding out your arm which is red and itchy.

"Daddy!" You feel your lip wobbling. "I fink i did somet'ing wrong!"

He turns off the loud machine and finally sees what you're pointing to. It was a tell tale poison ivy rash.

"Oh dear. Little lamb, did you touch a bad plant?" He instantly feels his blood pressure rise at. how red the rash looked.

You nod, pointing off towards the alley where you just were playing.

"Did you touch it only on your arm?" He struggled not to touch you instinctively. The rash was from the oil. He didn't want to spread it to himself.

"I-I-" you gulped thinking you'd be in trouble.

"You can be honest. Daddy won't be mad, babycakes." Jack softens his voice when he sees your scared face. "You didn't know it was a bad plant."

"I picked it up and make a bookay with it." You admitted, pointing to where the rash was the worst on your hand.

"I see. Don't scratch, baby. We'll get this fixed lickity split." He assured you, guiding you inside while you held your arm gingerly.

He immediately takes off all your dirty clothes and starts the shower.

"Daddy it's cold!" You complain as he drags your arm under the water

"I know, little lamb, but it will make you feel better I promise."

As soon as your arm is under the cool water it feels less itchy. He washes both your arms generously while you just watch him. It feels so good to have him take care of you though. You feel less worried now that he was handling it.

He dresses you in fresh pajamas that don't rub the affected arm. Once the arm is clean he takes you into the kitchen and gives you some liquid benedryl.

"I said don't scratch." He reminded you when he noticed you rubbing your hand.

"I'm sorry!" You fuss, feeling the itchiness come back with a vengeance. You were so scared that the rash was going to spread. You just wanted it to go away. "It's itchy!" You can't help but be a little bratty when you're so itchy.

"I know. I know." Jack's gaze softens. He normally wouldn't stand for that kind of back talk. This should make the itch go away but you'll feel a little sleepy." He hands you the plastic cup with the bubblegum medicine.

"Okay." You sniffle. "I'm sorry daddy!"

"Ain't a worry, darlin'. It happens to the best of us. This is what daddy's here for. To take care of you." He strokes your hair while you drink your medicine. "Good baby. You did so well with the medicine." He praises when you hand him the empty cup. He washes your hand with a baby wipe just in case some of the plant spread.

He was right about the medicine. Pretty soon you felt sleepy and he put you down for a nap.

"Now I'm going to put some cream on this here rash." He told you before wiping some cooling white cream on your arm. You snuggled closer to him needing his comfort. Whiskey knew it was going to be impossible to keep himself from getting some poison ivy as well because he was not going to turn you away. He scooped you into his arms and nuzzled your face.

"Shh little lamb. Daddy whiskey's gotcha. Ain't nothing going to happen to you when you're with me."

"Thankie, daddy." You mumble into his shirt. "When will the ouchie be gone?"

"Erm..." He doesn't want to tell you because it would make you sad. 2 weeks was a million years to a little. "I'm not sure. But if you're really good and don't itch and take your medicine it be gone as fast as a racehorse."

"Mkay I'll be good!" You chirp

"I know you will. Daddy loves you, little lamb." He kisses you sweetly on the lips.

He offers you a bottle but you end up too tired to finish it, your lips going slack around the tip.

"Aww my little lamb's too tired?" Jack cooed, tucking you under the covers. He decides to wrap up the arm just in case you touched the rash in your sleep or got the oil on your stuffies.

With his vigilant care the rash was gone in a couple of weeks and you were really good not to scratch it which earned you many treats and kissies. Jack blamed himself for the whole ordeal. He shouldn't have let these plants even be there in the first place. He may have gone overboard because he uprooted every plant in the ally and planted a new garden that was 100% safe.

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[ael-xander]

Omg just read daddy Maxie with college and I didn't know I needed that. Can you do Whiskey's take on his doll's online school?

yes these wittle ideas are helping me cope 🥺I have a big test tomorrow 😭

Warnings: DDLG, age regression, school stress and anxiety, math hw

Jack is very smart it is honestly intimidating sometimes! He had street smarts and book smarts as an agent in Statesmen. He could speak multiple languages and do math quickly in his head. You were embarrassed to show you were struggling.

Jack heard quiet sniffling from your room.

"Baby girl? What's up?" He stood in your doorway.

"Oh." You spun around in your desk chair. "I-I'm-" Your eyes filled with hot tears of frustration. "I don't know what I'm doing, daddy! I feel so lost."

"Oh no." Jack rushed to your side, hugging you to him. "Shh shhh... let's just-" he shut your laptop. "Take a break from that."

When you had caught your breath he asked, "Can you tell daddy what's wrong?"

"I-I can't do dees pwob'ms, dada." You whimpered. "I twied everything they said in the lecture but i can't get it wite."

"Mmm let me take a look okay?"

Turns out he was a better teacher than your real teacher. He wheeled in an old chalk board into your room and taught you while you hugged your stuffie. He tied in jokes and little stories to make it easer to remember.

"And the little x comes over to the other side of the equal sign... like this...because he wants to be all by his lonesome. Like daddy when LSU is losin'."

"But dey don't want us to do it wike dat." You frowned.

"How are they doin' it?" Jack furrowed his brow looking at the text book. "What in the sam hell is this? Math is math!"

"Daddy dat was a bad word!" You giggled.

"I'm sorry, baby. It just slipped out. I promise this way is much easier and if your teacher gets mad then i'll have a talkin' with him."

You shrug and decide his method was easier and you go with it.

"How is dis?" You held up your pink notebook.

"Let's see..." Whiskey took out his reading glasses (YES I AM FERAL FOR WHISKEY IN READING GLASSES THANK U). He stroked his mustache thoughtfully before saying. "well..." you felt your heart plummet. "this is... PERFECT!"

You giggled when he swooped you into his arms. He tricked you! Silly daddy!

"See I knew you would get it, little lamb. Such a smart girl!"

"Thankie daddy for helping me."

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[ael-xander]

Hi!! For the daddy whiskey requests <3

Him disciplining his little with the help of his lasso, maybe he could even have a whip <3

YES 🦋 I'm a softie but the whip is exciting hehe

Warnings: Restraints, use of whip, spanking, ddlg, age regression. All punishment and play is consensual and between legal adults.

Daddy had one rule. Do not go into his office because that's where he kept his weapons and important work. He didn't want you to hurt yourself or hear all the dangerous things he did at work. However, today you were bored and you snuck into the sacred space while Jack was making dinner.

"Ooh." Your eyes widened when you saw his lasso and whip hanging on the wall. You always loved how he could lasso cows on the farm so easily. You jumped up and pulled the rope off the hook. Tucking your tongue between your teeth you tried to twirl the lasso in the air but it just fell onto your face. How did daddy make it look so easy?

Next you pulled down the whip shaking in and trying to make that amazing snapping sound Jack always did. You secretly loved when Jack would use it on you when you were naughty. You wanted to be naughty. You hoped he would come in and find you messing with his office stuff.

"Little lamb where are you?" Jack called. You didn't hear though because you were too busy concentrating. "What do you think you're doing?"

You immediately dropped the whip and shrank into the corner of the room.

"I have one rule. What's that rule?" Jack's gaze hardened, his hands on his hips. You knew you were in for it.

"Don- don't go in daddy's office."

"And you did. Now I'm gonna have to punish you." Jack shook his head in disappointment.

"Nooo I sorry, daddy! I just wanted to pway with your toys." You hated seeing him upset with you.

Jack picked up the lasso and tossed the loop over you before you realized what was happening. it tightened around your bare arms almost painfully and he used it to pull you towards him.

"They aren't toys, baby. Maybe you need remindin' of that." He growled and you whimpered in anticipation.

"yes pwease. Remind me!"

Jack adjusted the lasso to tie your hands up onto a ceiling beam so they were pulled above your head. You were standing on your tip toes, little dress riding up.

"Sometimes I think you like being naughty. You missed daddy's whip on your perfect skin?" He cooed, slapping your ass.

"Yes-yes I need it!" You wiggled your ass earning another hard spank.

Jack proceeded to lift up your skirt to reveal your smooth ass and exposed pussy.

"Now you count while daddy punishes you." He starts giving you light whacks with the whip, slowly increasing the speed and pain. You could feel the burning marks already starting to show. You cried out when the tip of the rope smacked your dripping folds. You felt like you were burning up down there.

"Daddy please!" You whined tugging on the lasso. Your arms were falling asleep.

"Mmm I don't think you've been punished enough. You broke daddy's biggest rule."

He gave you five more hard lashes, you choking out the number. He didn't hit hard enough to break skin, he would never do that, but it was more than usual. Tears ran down your face but yet your hips were jerking back awaiting the pleasurable burn with every strike.

Jack trailed a cool hand down your inflamed backside. He felt merciful at the sound of your soft cries. Fuck he felt bad but he loved punishing you like this. He undid his pants and heard your cries halt.

"So pretty... taking your punishment so well..." He sank into your pussy, until his hips were flush against your inflamed skin.

"Oww. That hurts!" You clenched your eyes shut at the sensation.

"You want me to stop?" Jack taunted. You fell silent. "Well too bad. Brats don't get to decide what daddy does." He starts thrusting in earnest, hands digging into your hips. "You feel incredible, baby girl. So greedy for me. Even after I- fuck- I punish you, you're still begging for daddy's cock."

"Please!" You spread your legs wider, using the rope above you to lean forward to take his thrusts. It felt so incredible. His cool pants were rubbing against your hot skin sending zings of pain and pleasure through you. One of his hands eventually moves to your throat pulling you at just the right angle.

"Thank you, daddy! Thank you for- for punishing me."

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[ael-xander]

I have a lot of thoughts about Soft!Daddy Frankie that I would like to share, so here we go:

Like, because of his past he wouldn't be too mean with punishments, but you best believe he'd be stern. Like, if he tells you to do something and you're being bratty, all he has to do is cross his arms and give you "the look" and you're like "otay Daddy 🥺".

During sexy times he'd be so giving. Eating you out for hours, fucking you so soft and sweet. As your relationship develops and you trust each other more and more, things start to get a more kinky (bondage, sensory deprivation, edging, etc.) For nonsexual punishments (if the look™️ doesn't work) he would use time outs or revoking privileges, he'd only use spankings for when you're really really bad

• Soft!Daddy Frankie with a soft but needy little. Chimken tendies and a milkshake at random moment? Fine, but you better be a good girl and come with. Needing constant reassurance and praise even for the littlest tasks? "Good girl, you brushed your teeth all by yourself!" "Yay, you got all the bad guys in your game!" "I'm so proud of you for eating all your supper."

I also think that he'd be just as much of a koala as his baby, probs even more. Like, cause of his past he's so afraid of losing you that he'd be connected to you almost at all times. Whether that be hand holding or straight up carrying you around the house.

Ugh omg, he'd sing/read his little to sleep every night. (Your preferred jammies are just your undies and one of his shirts) Your favorite song he sings is "You Are My Sunshine" so I feel like he'd call his little Sunshine. "Goodnight sweet Sunshine." "I love you Sunshine." "Good girl Sunshine." etc etc

I could go on forever about Soft!Daddy Frankie.

YES... just yes to all of this... I love it so much thank you so much for sharing!!! 🥺🥰

Warning: DDLG, age regression

I agree that Frankie would not like to physically punish his baby bc he doesn't like hurting anyone. So yes 'the look' would be very effective and also 'the silent treatment'. OMG TIMEOUT how cute would that be tho.

"Go to timeout."

"noooo" you throw yourself on the ground

And he just lifts you up and sets you in the corner that was designated the time out area and you're pouting with your back turned then after a while...

"Do you have anything to say to me?"

"I sowwy daddy for slamming da door."

just Frankie singing 'you are my sunshine, my only sunshine' while i'm snuggled in bed has me needy 🥺

oof and the sexual aspect 🦋

"Let daddy give your princess parts some kissies, too." ❤️

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[ael-xander]

I started my period yesterday and I could use some soft daddy Frankie or max for comfort 😢

i'm so sowwy😖. I hope your cramps aren't too bad! I think daddy Fwankie would take good care of you. Here are my rambling thoughts... I hope this makes things a wittle better 🥺💕

Warnings: Daddy kink, discussion of menstruation, not explicit period sex

Daddy!Frankie is good at guessing when it may start based on your mood, food cravings, and frankly sex drive. You come crying to him when it starts because OF COURSE it had to come when you and Frankie have a big event. "now i have a pimple" you whine.

Frankie immediately gets the advil, heating pad, and chocolate. He instructs you to lie down and just wait for the medicine to kick in. He sets a timer so you don't miss a dose of medicine. He also makes sure you drink lots of water and juice to stay hydrated.

If you use tampons then he will help you put them in so you don't chafe. If you like pads he will help you stick them on just right so you don't leak. He knows exactly the kinds of products you like and has no shame going to buy whatever you need.

"Excuse me do you have more of the X brand tampons?"

"Uh..." The store attendant would be so confused. "We have Y brand."

"No it has to be X brand."

"I'm sorry. We must be out. We should have some in the store across town."

"Okay thanks." And daddy Frankie drives across town to get them. Nothing but the best for his baby girl.

If you'd rather change your pads/tampons in private he's okay with that but he stands outside the bathroom door and asks "do you need any help in there, baby?"

"No. I can do it, daddy."

"Good girl. I'm proud of you for taking care of yourself."

Daddy Frankie gives you a special red teddy bear named Mr. Reddington (anyone watch the blacklist TV show? 😂) that you get only get to play with when you're on your period. Frankie also gets any foods you want, even if it's unhealthy. You cuddle Mr. Reddington and your daddy and watch Disney the rest of the night. He will also give you tummy rubs until you fall asleep.

FRANKIE HAS NO PROBLEM WITH PERIOD SEX ALL U GOTTA DO IS ASK AND HE IS FERAL 😜 He carries you into the shower so as not to make a mess and goes to town on you first with his mouth then his cock. He loves the taste (filthy king) and how his skin and fingers are stained red with evidence of how good he made you feel. He wants to remind you that you're sexy and beautiful even when you're feeling gross. And after sex he's washing you off with sweet smelling soap and whispering praise.

"You're so beautiful. Daddy's so lucky. So fucking lucky to call you mine. I'm gonna love on you even more this week you won't know what hit you."

I also feel like Frankie loves educating himself on female anatomy. He likes learning about what your body is doing and what is normal so he knows how best to take care of you while you're on your period.

"Wow the female body is amazing..." He often says.

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