#daddy!Sam

[littlefic]

hi!!

i have been inactive for some time but i am back and ready to write <3

i am very sorry to anyone that has felt patched or ignored my me. i have now tried to answer all reblogs ( i just found out what they where haha ) and messages , i have now looked in my very full inbox may i add and saved them all to my drafts with a title. i have picked one request and will try to get that posted soon

again i am very sorry for not answering and leaving people wondering about their requests xx

my inbox is now open but they will be added to the end of the list and my messages are still open to anyone that wants to chat :)

[marvelfanfics1]

I deserve more daddy sambucky fics!

I CRAVE THEM!

- Makayla 💜

[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

[thecosmoswhispers]

"sometimes, i thought my father was a God. i loved him that much."

— Leila Chattis, "Muslim Girlhood"

ocean vuong, "someday i'll love" / sam fender, "seventeen going under" / the front bottoms, "father" / satanay, tumblr / clementine von radics / agustín gómez-arcos, "the carnivorous lamb" / ?

[respectissexy]

In case you missed it, Dropout.tv, Critical Role and Dungeons and Daddies all donated food trucks to a DnD themed WGA picket event.

[star-wrote]

i volunteer to be his controversially young girlfriend.

[dragonmama76]

I know for a FACT that one night Steve and Robin saunter into the bar where Eddie and Chrissy work to get their groove on at an advertised karaoke night.

Eddie hates working these nights, having to listen to drunk college kids butcher good songs, or even worse, butcher bad songs. He tries his best not to pay attention, but when Robin and Steve start singing Unholy (on key!) he finds he can’t help listening.

And when Robin starts the Sam Smith part with a gorgeous rasp he looks over to see Chrissy mesmerized. He smirks and rolls his eyes at her, planning on teasing her all night.

But when Steve breaks in with a “mmm daddy, daddy if you want it drop the add’y” Eddie pops a boner while his jaw hits the floor.

Fortunately for them Steve and Robin have been trying to find a way to hit on the hot bartenders since they moved to the city.

And they lived happily ever after. The end.

[miiilowo]

mom said it's my turn on the ponynatural (+rambling about their cutiemarks in the tags)

[obaaaa]

We're growing

[whoopsitswincest]

Okay hear me out

THIS dean -

- with THIS Sam

[twister-sister]

[wowsosad]

Me white-knuckle gripping the steering wheel of my car, driving 25 miles over the speed limit while my poor friend sits in the passenger seat: No cause John already parentified Dean pretty thoroughly, as Dean largely was the one that took care of Sam for their childhoods, teen years, and adulthood. But imagine if John had gone further, and taught Dean that Sam was Dean’s baby? That Dean was Sam’s parent—maybe a mommy, maybe a daddy, but likely just Sam’s caretaker—and how much more fucked up all of Sam’s growing-up process would’ve been? How much more agonized Dean would be when Sam left for Stanford, or if Sam would leave for Stanford at all! Dean well and truly seeing Sam as his kid, not John’s? Sam referring to Dean as “dad” while John is just. John. Sam getting calls from Dean at Stanford and always telling peers and friends “oh yeah, it’s my dad. I’ll be right back” before walking off so he can talk to Dean privately? JESS BEING FULLY UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT SAM WAS AN ONLY CHILD? ONLY TO BE AGHAST WHEN DEAN, THE NAME SHE THOUGHT BELONGED TO SAM’S DAD, SHOWS UP AND HES ONLY FOUR YEARS OLDER THAN HER? HELLO??? HELLOOO????

Friend: take the next exit up here on the right

Me: thanks :3

[renewablefrustration]

Okay but all this food that adar is serving up for Galadriel begs the question: does he have an Uruk private chef? Is one of his children just super passionate about cooking and finally getting to let loose with a fancy meal? Did Adar cook all of this himself?!??

[valar-did-me-wrong]

[softiedingo]

spn after the fourth season

[sammysficfactory]

ceo!miguel who’s an asshole and super mean in public but is literally so soft for you in private.

in the company, you’re miguel’s right hand man. if anyone tried to get to him, they had to go through you. everyone thinks he treats you too harshly, you’re a sweetheart to everyone who comes into contact with you, and they just don’t understand how you put up with him.

“jesus christ y/n, all i ask is that you do this one thing correct. it’s like i’m surrounded by incompetence everywhere i go.” miguel pinches the bridge of his nose. he exhales heavily out of his nose. you roll your eyes,

“miguel please, you act like i’m not the one who keeps this company running smoothly. i make one mistake and you act like this entire building is gonna collapse. if anyone was surrounded by incompetence it’s definitely not you.” you were nice, not a pushover. but miguel was a pushover apparently, because as soon as the two of you got home he was tugging on your shirt like a guilty toddler.

“sorry about earlier, babe. you know i love you. i was just stressed, what can i do to make it up to you, hm?” his large body somehow seemed to shrink out of guilt. you sigh.

“i understand, but if you blow up on me again you’re gonna have to do a lot more than apologize. i’m deadass.” you cross your arms in warning, quirking up an eyebrow. miguel snakes his arms around your waist from behind and kisses your cheek.

“i know, i know. i’m sorry.” he sighs. he rests his chin on the top of your head.

“you know i love you, right?” he says, rocking you from side to side.

“mhm, you better.” you say nodding. miguel chuckles.

“miguel, you should make dinner tonight since you love me so much.” you suggest, you did this every time miguel blew up on you, which wasn’t often because he was whipped for you. but whenever it did happen, you made sure to milk the situation for all it was worth.