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happy father's day! let my girls make your guys dads! let your girls make my guys dads!

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@asmvdeus freya and tev

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my girls need more old men thank you very much

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love wasn't exactly something freya was accustomed too. she was sure that, at least on some level, her parents did care for her. they just didn't seem to like her very much. or each other for that fact. they'd divorced when she was little and in all her life she can't really remember a time when they where in a room together. at least a time that didn't end with verbal sparring or outright violence. though freya had technically been left in the custody of her mother, she rarely saw the woman. when she was little, she'd been left in the care of nannies and then by the time she was twelve, she was more often than not left at home alone for extended periods of time.

so it was strange to her when tev began bringing her food and spending time with her. she'd lived next door to the man her entire life and his sons, the youngest of which was only a couple hears elder than freya had been something of good friends to her when they where younger. he was always considered the most handsome of the dad's in the wealthy gated community. while other girls fawned over the young men closer to their age, freya had only ever really looked at tev. he was tall and broad, grizzled and yet handsome. in her mind, he was everything a man was supposed to be.

she hadn't intended to begin an affair with the man anymore than tev had himself. people would never believe her but really, this had just happened. when she'd found out she was pregnant, it was impossible for her to be upset about it. she was happy. so unbelievably so. she wanted a family with tev and now the only thing standing in her way was his understandably angry soon-to-be ex wife.

'i doubt there's any way to make her feel bad for me.' she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck as she was pulled into his lap. freya was the homewrecking harlot. the little minx who'd stolen a man away from his loving wife, 'i want to be there for you, of course.' she declared, looking at the elder man. she hadn't meant to disrupt his life and as much as she wanted this life with him she could not help the guilt that bubbled up in her stomach, 'if she wants to kill you, she'll have to go through me first. if she thinks i won't still kick her ass just because i'm a whale.........'

MIDLIFE CRISIS. That’s what his now soon-to-be ex-wife and their entire family swore all of this was. How Tev could go from the upstanding, family-oriented man they’d once known to some bachelor, parading around with his way-too-young paramour… it was all too inconceivable for them. Even when he’d tried to explain. Even when he had set aside his pride, and his shame, and confessed that he and Freya had been simmering in their emotional affair for much, much longer than he’d ever put on. Perhaps, in another scenario, the masterful way in which they had managed to keep their relationship secret, despite living separated by just one fence, it was rather remarkable. Well, now his family and friends thought he was some monster, for cheating, and even further grotesque for daring to fall in love with that girl next door. 

A twenty-year-old with an unassuming life. A mother who was never there. He had even thought, for awhile, after he and Rebecca and the kids had moved into this five bedroom Albuquerque home that Freya lived alone. As it turned out, her mother was only the homeowner on paper, spending all of her time forgetting she had a daughter and traversing Europe. It had started out innocently, for Tev at least. Just bringing her some leftovers. Hanging out over the fence. Asking about her day. Telling the neighborhood boys to get the fuck outta here or I’ll call the cops. Little things, that snowballed and snowballed, until he found himself inviting her over, to sit by the fire, sit by the pool, sit on the deck, while his wife and kids were asleep. 

Innocent enough.

Now she was radiant and swollen pregnant with his kids. Twins. The prospect of it all had been both terrifying and exhilarating. Because it meant that the jig was up, and because it meant that the jig was up. Finally… they could just be together. They had a reason to stop sneaking around, to stop making up lies and exhausting themselves with the emotional tax of the affair. 

A long year of playing some metaphorical chess, and then it had been Tev’s curtain call. To bite the bullet and end things with Rebecca. Ask her for a divorce.

She had not gone into that good night gently, by any means. Wanting to draw the curtains on their marriage, despite the fact that it had already been crumbling for so long, it had sent Becca into an incredible rage. Throwing glass. Screaming at the top of her lungs at him. Swearing that she wished he would drop dead for cheating on her. And he couldn’t be angry at her. He couldn’t, because he understood how viciously being cheated on hurt, and yet, somehow he had managed to put his own past aside from the kids’ mother and commit her same sin. 

He never meant to fall in love with Freya. It just… sort of happened.

Every late-night conversation. Every meal. Every walk. Every hug. Every kiss. 

He hadn’t known what true lust was until she had vexed his mind. The caveat, like some sick joke delivered by the universe, was that she wasn’t even old enough to drink yet. 

He was old enough to be her dad. Gray enough that they received strange looks when they went out together. She was young ad spry and bubbly and smart as hell, and he was… old. Slowing down. Hurting in his joints and his back. 

It shouldn’t have worked for them, but it did. She made him feel young again. He made her feel safe. Matevos hadn’t known what love truly was until he’d found Freya. 

So he could understand… he could understand why she was nervous to be around Rebecca. Becca was like some viper and Freya—a tiny little mouse, unaware of just how deep those fangs could sink. Tev wanted to protect her from it. He wanted to make sure she never had to be on the other end of Becca’s malice, but his divorce lawyer had suggested he bring Freya along, if only to draw some sort of sympathy from Becca. Luckily, he’d put the ownership of the house and his company in a prenup. The rest of their funds, though…. Still needed some arguing about. 

“Yeah… That’s her’s.” As she came up by him. Brandishing the found item, Tev gingerly took it from her fingers and glanced at it before setting it aside on the sofa to carefully rest his hands against her belly, and press a loving kiss against a rowdy, kicking baby. She was massive; more so than his first wife had been with any of the boys, even. Sleeping with a man almost thrice her size was likely the culprit. But even having his 6’6” ass’ baby would have still been a little easier on her than two babies. He gently tugged her down, to relax in his open lap, and let him lift up her belly for her, to take some of the pressure off her back. “I know,” he sighed heavily, pressing a kiss into her temple as she rested her head back against his chest. “And I don’t want the babies getting stressed either, from the shit she’ll pull, undoubtedly.” He paused, transferring the weight of her belly onto one hand, to go tucking some of her hair back behind her ear. “If you don’t wanna go, I won’t make you. Jason said it might make her feel bad enough to let us keep more than half the savings,” he smirked, slightly, before chuckling. “I’m pretty sure you being pregnant just makes her wanna kill my ass.”

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plot: kalani 'kali' morales. twenty-one. college student trying to finish up her final year of college while working a part time job to supplement her scholarships. six weeks ago she hooked up with her boss and has recently found out she's pregnant.

'you really didn't have to come check on me.' kali sighed as she poured them both a cup of tea, sitting his down in front of him before taking a seat across the table in her little kitchenette. when she'd called out of work sick that day, it had been for two reasons. to go to the doctor and to avoid her boss for a bit longer. she'd suspected for a few days now that she was pregnant and several at home tests and a doctor's visit later it was confirmed. kali was six weeks pregnant. the plan to avoid him had gone up in flames when he knocked on her studio apartment door.

'but here you are now.' she hummed, running her finger around the rim of the mug, 'i know we agreed not to talk about our........' she gestured between the two of them. then lowered her gaze to the tea in her hands, 'but there's something you should know. i'm pregnant.' she sort of blurts the last part out, lips working faster than her mind, desperate to get the words out before she combusted.

'and, well, i um, haven't been with anybody else since.......you.' she sighed, finally taking a sip of the now lukewarm tea. she hadn't been able to keep anything down all day other than water and earl grey, 'and i'm kinda, very much, scared shitless but i'm keeping the baby.' she'd had hours to think about her choices and in the end this was the only one that felt right for her.

'look, i'm not trying to trap you. or ruin your life. or.......' she shook her head, trailing off as her voice began to stammer, 'i just wanted you to know and, um, i can put my two weeks in at work. i'm-i'm sure there's something else out there.' and that was the worst part. she loved that job but circumstances had changed, 'i just wanted you to have a way out.'

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plot: kalani 'kali' morales. twenty-one. college student trying to finish up her final year of college while working a part time job to supplement her scholarships. six weeks ago she hooked up with her boss and has recently found out she's pregnant.

'you really didn't have to come check on me.' kali sighed as she poured them both a cup of tea, sitting his down in front of him before taking a seat across the table in her little kitchenette. when she'd called out of work sick that day, it had been for two reasons. to go to the doctor and to avoid her boss for a bit longer. she'd suspected for a few days now that she was pregnant and several at home tests and a doctor's visit later it was confirmed. kali was six weeks pregnant. the plan to avoid him had gone up in flames when he knocked on her studio apartment door.

'but here you are now.' she hummed, running her finger around the rim of the mug, 'i know we agreed not to talk about our........' she gestured between the two of them. then lowered her gaze to the tea in her hands, 'but there's something you should know. i'm pregnant.' she sort of blurts the last part out, lips working faster than her mind, desperate to get the words out before she combusted.

'and, well, i um, haven't been with anybody else since.......you.' she sighed, finally taking a sip of the now lukewarm tea. she hadn't been able to keep anything down all day other than water and earl grey, 'and i'm kinda, very much, scared shitless but i'm keeping the baby.' she'd had hours to think about her choices and in the end this was the only one that felt right for her.

'look, i'm not trying to trap you. or ruin your life. or.......' she shook her head, trailing off as her voice began to stammer, 'i just wanted you to know and, um, i can put my two weeks in at work. i'm-i'm sure there's something else out there.' and that was the worst part. she loved that job but circumstances had changed, 'i just wanted you to have a way out.'

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hey so i'll sell my soul for a raymond ablack opposite one of my gals in an accidental (but ultimately happy) pregnancy plot with an age gap thank you pls

[haunthearts]

hey so i'll sell my soul for a raymond ablack opposite one of my gals in an accidental (but ultimately happy) pregnancy plot with an age gap thank you pls

[haunthearts]

plot: kalani 'kali' morales. twenty-one. college student trying to finish up her final year of college while working a part time job to supplement her scholarships. six weeks ago she hooked up with her boss and has recently found out she's pregnant.

'you really didn't have to come check on me.' kali sighed as she poured them both a cup of tea, sitting his down in front of him before taking a seat across the table in her little kitchenette. when she'd called out of work sick that day, it had been for two reasons. to go to the doctor and to avoid her boss for a bit longer. she'd suspected for a few days now that she was pregnant and several at home tests and a doctor's visit later it was confirmed. kali was six weeks pregnant. the plan to avoid him had gone up in flames when he knocked on her studio apartment door.

'but here you are now.' she hummed, running her finger around the rim of the mug, 'i know we agreed not to talk about our........' she gestured between the two of them. then lowered her gaze to the tea in her hands, 'but there's something you should know. i'm pregnant.' she sort of blurts the last part out, lips working faster than her mind, desperate to get the words out before she combusted.

'and, well, i um, haven't been with anybody else since.......you.' she sighed, finally taking a sip of the now lukewarm tea. she hadn't been able to keep anything down all day other than water and earl grey, 'and i'm kinda, very much, scared shitless but i'm keeping the baby.' she'd had hours to think about her choices and in the end this was the only one that felt right for her.

'look, i'm not trying to trap you. or ruin your life. or.......' she shook her head, trailing off as her voice began to stammer, 'i just wanted you to know and, um, i can put my two weeks in at work. i'm-i'm sure there's something else out there.' and that was the worst part. she loved that job but circumstances had changed, 'i just wanted you to have a way out.'

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i would let him do anything and everything i’m so serious

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hey so i'll sell my soul for a raymond ablack opposite one of my gals in an accidental (but ultimately happy) pregnancy plot with an age gap thank you pls

[haunthearts]

i've been watching rivals and i want a cute, massive age gap for one of my girls. i have so many ideas plsssssssssssss

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https://x.com/NewGunnaz81922

i found the asshole who's been harassing everyone and saying we're all the same person on twitter and they're doing it there too. the @ is xndefeated (they have me blocked so i can't tag them) but i am begging y'all to stop send them asks. just ignore them. i know i'm technically feeding the troll by making this post but the more anons y'all send engaging with this person the more they're going to keep doing this. it's been years at this point just let them fade into obscurity.

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i've combined all my most wanted plots for my girls into a discord server because tumblr wouldn't stop flagging them. if you love filth but also love highly.literate, long detailed writing then consider writing with me there ! i can give you more details in ims because if i post them themes here someones gonna report me 🥹🥹🥹

[haunthearts]

i've combined all my most wanted plots for my girls into a discord server because tumblr wouldn't stop flagging them. if you love filth but also love highly.literate, long detailed writing then consider writing with me there ! i can give you more details in ims because if i post them themes here someones gonna report me 🥹🥹🥹

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he was a believer in making your own destiny. fate had it's influence like bringing aspen to him but in the end it was the choices he made that got him in the same place she was. he was in control of his life. that control was something he'd never relinquish. this life was his and his alone. god be damned.

'sometimes i think i am too.' he sighed. he must have been blessed in a kind of way. he'd never worried about covering his tracks, not really. and yet he'd never gotten caught. he could charm his way out of any situation and life carried on, his spree going uninterupted despite all the evidence leading to him. and now he had his pretty girl with him, feeding into that ego of his.

'yeah, you're an angel.' he nodded, hands taking hold of her hips, 'you're fucking cosmic, baby.' he pressed his lips against hers, mouth sloppy and wanting. it was a downright miracle he'd kept his hands off her until then.

Almost never quiet, her happiness at the road he seemed to have manifested just to fulfill her whims was high pitched and bird like, her smile almost painfully big as she watched the treeline close in around them. And then, like magic, a church that screamed romance, at least to her. Like magic.

"I dunno how you do that..." With almost a reverence she crawled up and threw a knee over so she was straddling his lap, hands snaking up over his shoulders to get lost into his hair, while she poured herself against his chest and into his lips.

"Sometimes I think you're a god." Breathing the words into him on the back of a shallow, stolen, breath her eyes are hooded and glassy as she drinks in his face and rolls her hips back down against him. Nails dragging light across his scalp.

"Does that make me an angel?"

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stopping might be reckless. their where only a couple miles down the road from that cop. if word got out about the stolen truck and the cop came their way, surely, he'd see the license plate. but being reckless was just in finch's nature. thirty years he'd been at this and never once had he been caught. there was freedom in unpredictability.

'well, would you look at that.' he hums, nodding to a dirt road that veered off from the main highway, 'i'd say that's a sign from god now, wouldn't you?' he turns the drunk onto the road, slowing his speed down as the truck disappeared into the overgrown trees. at the end of the dirt road was an old dilapated church. finch put the truck in park and laughed, 'sign from god indeed.' the irony wasn't lost on him.

'come here.' he nodded at her, beckoning her into his lap.

Grin splitting her face nearly in two, she shifts to crawl back across the bench seat toward him, humming a purring sort of noise against the crook of his neck while her hand found his knee. "But I can't help distractin' you when I'm all close like this." Voice low, there was an obvious heat behind it, one that matched the curl of her fingers into the flesh of his thigh.

Turning to steal a glance at the road stretched out before them, the idea of it taking so long to get where they were going was almost painful, the softest of whine's rippling out from a throat craving for his hand around it.

"Maybe we got time for a pit stop? What do ya say?" Almost more moaned than whispered, she almost rolled herself against his side to pull herself in tight. "I got me a mighty itch that needs scratchin'."