#daddy duncan

[mogwaei]

Duncan can be my DunkIn ifywim

He can Dunk In my doughnut and cover me in his hot, sticky glaz-- *gunshot*

[pitchblackespresso]

Hateno Winter

Comics master post

[ghostgirl-22]

now i need a part four to the agegap au with my girl tashi….. art’s been teasing about it too much i need this problematic threesome BAD

This anon speaks for all the lovely anons in my inbox. ask for a problematic threesome and you shall receive.

god. but this part literally just smut I fear. I’m so sorry!

CW: 18+ NSFW, age gap, daddy kink, mommy kink?? yeah this is the smutty part. just general smut… idk forgive me i won’t ever do it again (just like Coach Pat, this is the last time okay? i swear. trust me.)

Part 1

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Art can feel his heart rate pick up again. “N-no,” he stammers out. God. This can’t be real.  He just finished but his cock is already starting to budge again. 

“Do you wanna learn how?”

Art nods vehemently. “Mmhm.” Tashi giggles again. He’s in love with the sound. 

“Maybe daddy can fuck you, while you go down on me. What do you think?”

“Y-yes, yes please,” Art says, maybe a little too eagerly. He shuffles on the sofa feeling himself starting to get hard again. 

“That was easy,” Tashi smirks because she can feel it too. “You really are quick puppy, no wonder daddy likes you so much.”

“God I fucking love you Tashi,” Patrick groans. 

Tashi smiles a little like it’s nothing, but Art can tell that like him, she fucking loves to make Patrick happy. She teases her fingers into Art’s hair, “do you know how to eat out?”

Art rolls his tongue and then shakes his head no. 

He absolutely does know how. Of all the slutty things he likes to do, giving head is his favorite. Girls, boys, he’s not really picky. He could do it for hours and he’s good at it. But he likes this game. He likes how they’re treating him, like he’s this innocent little virgin they get to corrupt. He turns to look at Patrick.  “Can you please show me how?” He asks softly.

Patrick smirks at him like he knows Art is full of shit but he doesn’t call him on it. Instead Art watches as Tashi gets off of him and approaches Patrick. He handles her in a similar way that he does Art. Making her body move so easily, guiding her onto his lap to straddle him on the sofa. Someone so formidable on the court just so pliable for his touch. God. 

Patrick pushes her hoodie up and drags her tiny little shorts halfway down her thighs to reveal pink lacy panties. Sticky wet and see through and so unexpectedly girly. Not that Art knew what to expect. 

“Mm so wet after grinding on 20 year old cock for thirty seconds, huh?” Patrick grins up at her. 

“Shut. up.” she shoves her hand over his face and he rests his head against the sofa and takes hold of her palm, sucking two of her fingers in his mouth. Before he leans forward again, grabbing her by the waist, his hands are so fucking big Arts gonna pass out. Patrick takes her like he’s hungry. Like he wants to devour her. And suddenly Art is squirming. Remembering all the times Patrick had his mouth on him.

“Fuck,” Tashi whispers, eyes sliding shut as Patrick goes to town licking, sucking, tasting her. Moaning, low and soft. Art can feel his own mouth watering, he looks up at Tashi, her cheeks flushed, her hips moving, Loose strands of her curly hair falling into her face. 

They’re both so beautiful watching them touch feels pornographic. Art can’t help himself, he reaches over and runs his fingers over the bulge in Patrick’s shorts and when Patrick groans in response it just gets Art more excited.

“Mm, god,” Tashi gasps. “Pat.” She pulls at his hair to get him to stop. “You’re just s-supposed to show him…” she says, rubbing her eyes, blinking like she’s forgotten where she is. 

Patrick licks his lips as he eases her panties back up properly onto her waist. “Mm, you get it don't you?”

“Mmhm,” Art attempts to put his hand in Patrick’s shorts but Patrick grabs his arm. 

“Relax… don’t be so fucking impatient sweetheart, daddy’s gonna fuck you. I promise.” Patrick says softly.

At that, Art feels himself go a little bit crazy, just a little. 

”Jesus Patrick,” Tashi whispers. Probably feeling the same way.

“Shh i know Tash… i know I’m disgusting… and I also know you’re as fucking gross as I am, my love.” Patrick says and then he’s pulling Art onto his lap, making him sit right where his swollen cock is pressing up against his boxers so Art can feel all of him. “I’m gonna fuck you while you kiss her… okay?” Patrick says in his ear. “And you need to make sure she comes first. Can you do that?”

”mmhm daddy, I can do whatever you want,” Art says, sitting up straight. 

Patrick closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I’m gonna fucking regret saying that, huh?” 

“I love how you say it.”

It doesn’t take much time at all for Art to end up between them. Patrick prepping with condom and lube while Tashi shimmies out of her little shorts completely.

Art can’t help himself. He grabs at her waist and just starts mouthing at her pretty lacy panties right away. Doing all the things he was imagining while Patrick was tasting her. He can feel her cunt through them, feel the heat, taste the wetness on his tongue. Thinks he can taste Patrick too. He licks at the fabric excitedly, presses his tongue into the folds, so the panties are pressed inside too. 

“Oh fuck, your such a good boy, i think i wanna keep you,” she moans. That warms him up all over. She’s actively moaning by the time Art finally slides the panties to the side and presses his tongue in properly. Licking all around but barely giving attention to the top, pulling back every time his tongue briefly darts over her clit. Just so he can hear her desperation build. 

She tastes so good. He wants to touch himself but Patrick’s holding onto him, one big strong arm around his waist to keep him still. It’s one of Art’s top five favorite feelings, Patrick’s arm over his tummy, holding on like Art belongs to him or something.

“Mm sit up for me,” Patrick says. Art feels overstimulated already but it takes on a new intensity as Patrick begins to fill him up. “God how are you still so fucking tight.” Patrick breathes. Art can’t stop moaning into the heat of Tashi’s cunt. can’t help wiggling as Patrick’s cock slowly settles deep inside him. Patrick grabbing his hips to calm him down before guiding him forward and back so he can slide it in and out and all around.  “Oh fuck yes,” Patrick sighs happily. 

”Mm,” Tashi whines, and Art realizes he’s gotten so distracted by how good Patrick feels that he’s lost all technique. His mouth has gone slack jawed and mindless with his tongue just slipping around all pressed up against her clit. she’s starting to grind her hips, push back against him, pulling his hair and whatever she can for stimulation. He slips two fingers inside ( they glide in so damn easy) he scissors them around while taking little breaths before he puts his mouth on her again. 

All while Patrick is dragging Art’s hips, pushing and pulling. His swollen cock, this ever present intrusion gliding repeatedly along that spot inside Art that makes him see stars on every thrust. 

It feels fucking insane. The sensations. So much all at once. Tashi and Patrick breathing, moaning, gasping. Tashi and Patrick using his body. Tashi and Patrick, touching him all over. Telling him how good he is. How much they want him. How much they need him. He feels lightheaded like he could float away at any minute. After a while he’s not sure what he’s doing outside of moaning and whining, mouth wide open, fingers in deep licking Tashi up so desperately.

He almost comes, he can’t help himself. It just feels so good. But luckily Tashi beats him to it. He realizes it when her grip on his hair gets tighter and he can feel her starting to convulse. Her voice getting louder just repeated pitchy whines of the words “oh”  “yes”  “god”  and “fuck” sometimes in that order. Sometimes just “yes, yes, yes” or “fuck, fuck, fuck” over and over.  Then she’s clenching and quivering and he can feel it all over his tongue and fingertips. She keeps hold of him for a minute while she’s catching her breath. And then she pulls back on shaky legs and barely walks the two feet to drop onto the sofa next to Patrick. 

“Was it good, baby? Hm?” Patrick’s all soft and breathy.  Did it feel fucking good?”   

Art’s breathless too, his mouth and chin all wet. He’s teetering on the edge. And then he hears them. They’re kissing. Patrick still deep inside him…gliding in and out…and they’re kissing. God. 

He sucks his wet fingers into his mouth And starts actively riding. Patrick’s got his palm pressed firmly against Art’s tummy like he’s trying to feel himself in there. He knows Art generally needs stimulation so he always takes his time before touching his cock and won’t let Art touch himself. So Arts just riding the edge and slowly going insane. 

Somewhere in the distance he feels Tashi rubbing his thigh. “You okay?” She whispers.

He kinda hears her. “How’s it feel?” She asks again softly. It registers that time.

“Good,” Art says, pulling his fingers out, palms resting on Patrick’s thighs. “Really fucking good.” his voice pitched too high. “Really amazing.” He’s not sure what he’s talking about but he can’t stop sometimes when he starts.  “Can I be yours? Can I be with you guys? Please. I’ll be your pet. I’ll be whatever you want. I want it all the time. I wanna fuck you all the time, mommy please mo—.”

He feels Patrick big hand clap over his mouth. 

“Mm shh fuck, I’m fucking—” Patrick hisses sharply, in Art’s ear, his hips stuttering as he grips hold of Art with his free hand and starts jerking him. “Fuck!” 

Art’s moans are muffled by Patrick’s hand but he arches his back against Patrick’s chest, moaning as he watches strings of cum spurt out of him, covering Patrick’s fingers, some of it dripping onto the leather sofa and the rug.  

“Holy shit,” Patrick huffs, breathlessly as he starts to recover. 

Tashi giggles. “Did mommy set you off?” 

“What do you fucking think?” He groans.

Art is catching his breath through his nose. He grabs at Patricks arm to get him to move it so he can try to explain himself. 

“Nuh uh… i need a break from your fucking mouth, Jesus Christ,” Patrick says breathlessly and Art grins licking at his palm.

Tashi laughs. ”I think you need to take him back to school so he can finish his homework or whatever. Oh and while your at it, don’t fuck him on campus anymore you fucking idiot.” She says, lightly kicking his shin for emphasis. She then leans in and rubs his knee gently, the one with the scar. “Can you manage not to lose this job?”

”Mm yeah. You're right.  I’m gonna control myself.” Patrick sighs. “You’re gonna let me control myself right?” He says to Art and Art nods his head and grabs at his arm again. 

“If i let go, you promise not to say either of those words again?” Patrick demands.

Art nods again and Patrick moves his hand and makes Art move forward so he can tie off the condom. 

“Can i stay over?” Art asks, feeling mildly anxious that they’re really gonna take him back to school.

“What, you wanna sleep in our bed?” Tashi smirks. 

Art nods. “Please. I’ll go to sleep right away. I swear.” 

“God Patrick… look at the fucking mess you made,” Tashi says, softly and she stretches out with a yawn. Art still can’t get over how beautiful she is in real life.  “Fine pretty boy, you can stay. Even though you make me feel so dirty I need a shower. ”

Art almost asks if he can come but he bites his tongue. He doesn’t want to push his luck with her.

“Just so you know if you misbehave we’re gonna put you in the guest room,” Patrick says as she disappears into their bedroom.

“Okay da— I mean coach.“ Art grins, crawling back onto his lap. “And just so you know I think you’re the best coach ever and I wanna get really, really good at tennis so I think I need to fuck you both every—“ 

Patrick cups his hand back over Art's mouth which makes him giggle.  

“Don’t make me gag you all night,” Patrick says softly, taking his hand away and brushing the hair out of Art's eyes. “First thing in the morning you’re going home and I hope you had fun because we’re not doing this again,” he says. “And I mean it,” he adds.

“Mmhm,” Art says, grinning. “sure.”

(okay thank you again @artstennisracket for reading this and also being generally lovely. now i shall disappear 🫥 )

[coolgrl111]

daddy long dick patrick

[sketalya]

✨ Some sketches of Mr. Percival that I made during class becuz i need some nutrition ✨

Yeah...I wasn't kidding when I said I've been simping over him lately hehe :D...So don't be surprised if you see this guy again and again in the future ;3

Pesona bapak anak lima ga ada lawan memang wkwk

[the-gom-jabbar]

Lady Jessica: *holding baby Paul* Say hello to Reverend Mother Mohiam, Paul

Reverend Mother Mohiam:

Reverend Mother Mohiam: Whose goddamn male offspring is that?

[dadsinsuits]

Alan Duncan

[zweigsangel]

too many nights. — patrick zweig.

pairing: babydaddy!patrick x fem!reader

summary: you and your not-so-boyfriend finally decide to take it all back in your hands.

warnings: cursing, mention of unprotected sex, angsty fluff.

if someone had warned you that all this would happen, you probably wouldn't have had sex with patrick zweig two years ago. back then, it was supposed to be just a one-night stand, but life has a way of turning plans upside down. now, here you are at twenty, living with patrick and taking care of your baby daughter together.

it was all a facade. in front of the baby, you and patrick played the part of a happy couple, the picture of 'true love.' but once she was tucked in bed, you and patrick barely spoke. you ignored each other, only exchanging occasional comments when necessary. nights were spent in separate rooms—you in the bedroom, him in the guest room. this was your routine, an endless cycle that had persisted for two long years.

it was a chilly november evening. you were nestled on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, a steaming cup of tea warming your hands. the flickering light from the fireplace cast a glow across the room as you watched tv in peaceful silence. you sipped your tea slowly and, when the cup was empty, you left your spot and walked to the kitchen, slipping your feet into your plush slippers. you placed the cup in the sink and brushed a hand through your hair, deciding to check on your daughter.

the door to her room was slightly ajar, allowing you to peek inside. patrick was there, holding your daughter in his arms, his face lit up with a gentle smile that highlighted his dimples. he rocked her slowly, waiting for her eyelids to droop and finally close. with great care, he laid her down in her crib, tucking her in with a soft touch. patrick was a good father, there was no denying that. you couldn't help but smile at the scene. with a soft sigh, you returned to the couch, crossing your legs.

after a few seconds, patrick arrived, sitting silently on the couch next to you. he sighed deeply. “she's asleep,” he whispered, turning his tired eyes toward you. without looking at him, you simply nodded. “good,” you replied. the silence that followed was heavy and uncomfortable, pressing down on both of you. unable to stand it any longer, you stood up. “night,” you said curtly, heading towards the bedroom.

suddenly, patrick sprang to his feet. “no, that’s enough,” he said, his voice tinged exhaustion. the intensity of his tone stopped you in your tracks. you turned around slowly, confusion etched on your face, your eyebrows furrowed. the look in his eyes was one you had never seen.

“what?” you asked. “i'm tired of pretending we have a perfect life in front of our daughter,” he said, moving closer to you, his hands gesticulating. you bit the inside of your cheek, a habit when you were nervous, and sighed deeply. “and what should we do?” you tilted your head slightly. “maybe stop ignoring each other all the fucking time?” patrick shot back. his eyes, shadowed with exhaustion, bore into yours.

"it's not that easy, and you know it. i never wanted any of this, this life,” you exclaimed, your voice a strained whisper to avoid waking your daughter. the tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating. patrick’s face tightened with frustration. “and you think i did?” he closed his eyes for a moment as if trying to find some semblance of calm. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. patrick stepped closer, his expression softening just a fraction. “we are here now,” he said quietly. “it's too late to think about the past.”

your gaze softened, and you felt tears forming in your eyes, slowly trickling down your flushed cheeks. patrick stepped even closer, cupping your cheeks in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears. “i've been terrible, it's natural for you to despise me,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you lowered your gaze. “i don't despise you, i never did,” patrick responded softly. he placed a finger under your chin, lifting your face so you could look into his eyes. “let's try to have a good life. seriously, please,” he added, his eyes searching yours for a sign of agreement.

you nodded slowly. a small, hopeful smile formed on your lips. after a few seconds, patrick leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close. the kiss was sweet, filled with a love that had been buried under layers of hurt and misunderstanding. it was the kiss of someone who truly wanted to try, to make things better.

that night you both slept in the bedroom together.

[jesterjaxx]

Ok SO

Canonically his dad is a cop and there are a couple jokes about his parents not loving him, dudes dad straight up said "actually, do we love you?" Like sir damn anyways im taking that and running with it SO

Giving him a fucked up situation of him and his dad always butting heads and both of them escalating things constantly, and as he got older the ends to the arguments went from getting grounded or punished to getting kicked out or Duncan just leaving, probably escalating to his dad kicking him out semi regularly and eventually his mom or dad telling him to come back home to make a kinda fucked up cycle

And like i know they gave the convict kid a cop dad for the laugh like its not that deep at ALL

but like that sets up sucha fucked power dynamic and i want to use that

and we never find out what got Duncan sent to juvie for the first time, its said off screen while some characters are spilling embarrassing or dark secrets and in my fucked up world either he accumulated a couple charges while he was kicked out, indirectly the fault of his dad

or worse but more tempting

he got kicked out and his dad arrested him for trespassing

so like idk i just love the idea of a pyromaniac, vandal convict who has no respect for authority or mutual trust having the tragic backstory that his first time getting arrested was at the hands of his father

[misanderousmisfit]

Tashi was like "two boyfriends? in this economy? imma need one of them to be a champion and get those endorsement dollars"

[knivlmonstr]

GOD, he’s so…✨🧎‍♀️

[ghostgirl-22]

more daddy tashi? 😛

Well… yes because um… ily <3

i can’t prove anon and worm are the same person but i have my suspicions.

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cw: MDNI, NSFW, pegging, daddy kink on the tin, sucking the strap, no proofreading

summary: it’s Patrick’s birthday. An unofficial sequel to this.

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Its not a normal Saturday. Patrick realizes it as he’s waking up in Tashi and Art’s bed. Feeling warm and cozy in only his boxers, expensive silky sheets draped over his bare skin. He feels the firm line of Art’s cock rubbing against his bottom and he starts to push back against it. Fuck yes. Perfect way to wake up on his birthday. 

“Mm did dance get canceled?” He murmurs. His still sleep addled mind processing the fact that Art is here and not gone at the crack of dawn getting Lily to rehearsal. He’s such a dance mom. All concerned about costumes and hair and “hold on a minute, why is Lily not getting a solo?”

“It’s not canceled,” Tashi says. He feels her fingers, grip along his hip and suddenly he’s wide awake but certain he’s dreaming.

“Tashi?” 

“Mmhm?”

“Fuck, Tashi what is that?” 

“You don’t like my dick?” She asks, her voice a little pouty. She rubs it against his ass, more insistent. “That hurts my feelings.” 

Patrick can feel it. His whole body lighting up with arousal, all while his brain goes dumb, it’s all so immediate he’s suddenly dizzy. “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.” Is all he can manage. 

Tashi giggles. “I promised I��d fuck you on your birthday, didn’t I? You feel how hard I am?”

“Oh god… oh fuck yes,” Patrick groans. And honestly he can’t believe this is his life now. “It’s so big, is it all for me?”

”Mmhm,” Tashi says. “But you gotta do something for me.” 

”What? You want me to ride it for you?”

Tashi takes a breath, digging her fingertips deeper into his hips. “Shh… don’t talk. I bought you a birthday gift. Over there.” She gestures towards the ottoman that sits at the foot of their bed. There’s a gift bag tied with a pink bow.  

“You mean even more than just the strap? God you really love me,” Patrick says grinning. Tashi gently smacks his bottom and god, he’s didn’t think his dick could harden any faster.

“Go open it.” 

He lifts the sheets, turning to look at her. Her hair pulled back loose, pretty curls falling everywhere, she didn’t bother to blow dry it after last nights shower sex. She’s got on Art’s white pajama shirt, he can practically see her nipples through the loose fabric. It’s ridden up where she’s stretched out casually in bed, one knee drawn up, only in her panties with the harness strapped on securing a big purple gel cock. Patrick knows he’s just grinning like an idiot but he can’t stop. Happy fucking birthday to him.  

Tashi smirks at him and wraps her hand around it, jerking it casually. “Come on, don't keep me waiting.”     

“God,” Patrick murmurs and turns back to his gift. He pulls off the ribbon and opens the bag. Immediately he sees white lace. He pulls out the little teddy. It’s clearly made for a girl, panties so small he doesn’t think his cock and balls would stand a chance even if he wasn’t fully tenting his boxers. “Holy shit Tashi.” 

“Go put it on for daddy,” Tashi says. She’s lying there watching him, still lazily gripping the strap on. 

Patrick feels like touching himself too. “Yes daddy.” 

He makes quick work of it in the en-suite bathroom. He wants to look presentable so he washes his face and brushes his teeth, fixing his sleep messy hair just a little bit. She always says he looks hot with messy hair. Then he pulls on the little white teddy, it fits snug over his upper body. Except for where it gaps just above where the underwire supports his tits. He drags off his boxers so he can slip into the panties… and even though the lacy fabric stretches it’s still barely keeping him in. Fuck. He imagines wearing these under his jeans one evening and letting Art tug his pants off just to reveal his hard on barely cradled by pretty lace. Art would probably explode.

He feels so dirty and wrong when he goes to stand in front of the full length mirror. He’s not pretty… not the way Art would look in this… long hairless legs, bare chest, pubic hair clipped and fine, pretty flush everywhere. No Patrick is… he’s so inappropriate. The way his dick protrudes against the panties, pushing the teddy up, his balls practically hanging out. His long hairy legs shoved into white thigh high tights, brand new and they already have a run in them. He’s barely snapped them to the garter. He feels like such a naughty boy doing something he shouldn’t. It just makes him even hornier.

He’s already staining the panties with his precum. He goes back in the room so he doesn’t touch himself. Tashi sits up when she sees him. “Oh fuck,” she says eagerly. 

“You like it daddy?” Patrick grins. They’ve still not told Art about this little game. Daddy, baby. It feels like a dirty little secret. 

“Fuck yes, come here, baby. Come wet daddy’s dick.” 

Patrick crawls onto the bed and she sits up on her knees. “Come on… put it in your sweet mouth for me.” 

“Am I the only one that gets to taste it daddy?” 

“You’re definitely the prettiest one. Come here baby…” Tashi coaxes him, one perfectly manicured hand on his cheek the other guiding it gently into his mouth. Patrick has a million questions. The main one being has she used it on Art? Does she plan on using it on Art? Can he fucking watch her use it on Art as another birthday gift? He plays with the toy in his mouth, sucking it in like it’s real all while looking up at Tashi, the way he’d do for Art. She holds his gaze, chewing on her bottom lip. Such a beautiful girl just for no reason.  

“Your eyelashes are so long and pretty. I should put you in make up baby.” Tashi sighs. Patrick mirrors the sigh.  

Tashi giggles, lifting her t-shirt to watch her cock as she moves her hips forward so more of it fills his mouth. “You like that don’t you. You wanna look pretty for me. Long lashes in mascara. Lips stained red, lipstick all over my dick. My pretty girl.” Tashi says. “Can you say that? Say your my pretty girl?”

She’s so fucking good at this. Like she’s fucking done it before and the idea of her and Art like this… god he feels like he might float away.  “’m your pretty girl,” Patrick says except his mouth is so full it doesn’t sound like that at all, just this wet muffled sound. 

“Keep talking baby,” Tashi starts rocking her hips, her fingers tangling into his hair. “Gonna make me come.” 

Patrick wants to smile but she’s pulling him closer, guiding it deeper. That’s something Art wouldn’t do. He usually lets Patrick set the pace. Tashi’s more aggressive. Patrick feels the tip reaching the back of his throat and he starts to cough… that makes her pull back a little. 

“Aww sweetheart, is it too big?”

This time Patrick does grin as the dick slips out shiny with his spit. “It’s really big daddy.” He says hoarsely, looking up at her.  

“You like it though, don’t you?” Tashi says, rubbing the tip along his lips. 

“God yes… please daddy, can you fuck me?” He groans. 

“Don’t be impatient,” Tashi smirks but her voice is pitched much higher, the only hint that she’s breaking too. “Mm come on… open up… you can take it.”   

He licks at it and she fills his mouth. Little by little. Inch by fucking inch. And then more, deeper, till he’s gagging on it. Over and over till his eyes are wet. She brushes her thumb along his lips, his cheeks, “is it still too much?” She asks gently and mouth stuffed to the brim about to choke again he hums out his no. “hmh mmm.”  

”Good girl,” she whispers. And holy fuck, he completely underestimates how much of a reaction he’d have to hearing that. His hips jutting forward into nothing. God, her voice. Her gaze. The flush of her cheeks, the feel of her fingers. There’s something twisted up in him that wants so badly to be good for her.

She’s breathing deep. He can see her little tummy expand and contract as she slowly pulls it out, plastic, shiny and wet. “Gimme that,” she points and he follows her hand to see the lubricant on the bedside table. Hell yes. 

He moves to go grab it, crawling towards the night stand. she lightly smacks his ass again. He wiggles it for her… trying to be good… and receives another gentle spanking. His balls feel so fucking full.

“You should fuck your husband like this tonight.”  He says eagerly. 

“Yeah?” 

”Yeah, I mean… you could convince him to dress up again, right? Like for my birthday.” 

She smiles as he hands her the lube, she flips open the cap, squirting too much of it all along her cock. 

“I’m just saying… cause you know I never got to see him in something like this.” 

She grabs his hips, tugging his panties down, rubbing is bottom before sliding the toy up and down between his cheeks. 

Patrick can’t help but smile to himself a little. Imagining her being so excited to have a dick, so ready to play with it. Stealing these little moves likely from him or Art or possibly from boys that came before. Or porn.  Either way she’s good at it. He feels her line herself up, feels her pressing in gently, this deliciously achy stretch that makes him groan because Art had just been in him the night before. It’s not warm and the texture isn’t the same but his favorite part is that it’s hers. That she’s doing it to him. He feels her press in fully, to the hilt and he sighs. 

”Mm maybe for your birthday.” She says, her tone considered, as she starts to move.

”Yes,” he breathes. 

“You want him prettied up for you?” 

“Mm fuck yes.” 

“You should have seen him with the curls. The blush. The way the panties fit over his ass.”

”Tashi.” Patrick thought good girl was a lot. This is gonna make him cum without even needing to touch.

”It was so hot, oh I made him cry.” 

“Fuck,” Patrick gasps.

”Maybe… maybe you both get all prettied up,” she’s pitchy, breathless. Her pace picking up. “My two pretty girls playing with each other for daddy to watch. How about that?”  

“Yes… yes… nnngh fuck yes.” He groans, pushing back against her. 

”Fuck,” she gasps, like the idea of it is making her lose it and suddenly she’s thrusting into him recklessly, moaning. 

Patrick knows he’s not long for this world. She’s grinding her hips as she slams into him, probably because she feels the strap pressing back against her clit. “So fucking good for me.” She whines out. 

“Yeah I’m good for you.” Patrick agrees, breathlessly. “I’m so good daddy. I’m your good girl.” His cheeks go warm as he says it. Heat blooming throughout his body.  

“That’s right, my pretty girl, my good fucking girl,” she moans and he almost cums. “Gonna fuck you both tonight.”  

“Yes,” Patrick breathes. His grip on the sheets tightening. 

“Gonna fucking take turns on my big dick. Gonna come so hard in you baby.”

”Please… please yes daddy.” 

She doesn’t last much longer than that. She ends up pressed inside him grinding against the back side of the strap as she starts to come. Patrick pulls at his dick. It doesn’t take too many jerks before pearly white strings spill onto silk sheets.

”Holy fucking shit.” Patrick says breathlessly as she slides out and collapses onto her back in the king sized bed.        

He rolls over to look at her. The strap-on still shiny and hard. She’s got her hand on her tummy, pretty brown eyes staring up at the ceiling. A little self satisfied smile on her face.

What he wants to do is tease his fingers into her curls. What he wants to say is “I love you and I want you all the time— forever, and please don't ever leave me alone again.” But what he says is. “That was really good.” 

“Yeah,” she says, she reaches over and caresses the side of his face. “You wanna lay on my chest?” 

Patrick grins. “You have such bad gender envy,” he says, but he lies on top of her anyway. Tries not to get tempted to mouth her tits through the t-shirt. 

“Don’t be jealous that my dick is better than yours.” 

“Way better,” Patrick agrees. “I hope you weren’t just shit talking. I need to watch you fuck your husband tonight.”  

She laughs. 

“I’m serious,” he nuzzles against her and she curls her fingers into his hair. “That would make this the second best fucking birthday ever.” 

“Second?”

He smirks. “Well when I was 8 I got to meet Woody and Buzz Lightyear at Disney World so….” 

“Right of course, you dork,” Tashi giggles. “well lets get dressed and maybe later we can see if we can beat that.” 

(idk lol, i hope you like this worm!)

[dookypickles]

duncan eats like he desires to have mega diabetes and doesn’t gain a single pound and if alejandro wants to eat something sweet his ass jiggles for like a week 💔💔

[missingthemantaray]

was about to indulge in fanfiction to inflame my daddy issues, then came across an ATP fic and now I’m smiling at my computer.

[dadsinsuits]

Alan Duncan

[artdcnaldson]

Polycule au Tashi leaving for a week???? I'm sorry that would destroy me. Patrick might be excited about the crazy sex that would happen but I feel like

I'd just be confused and hurt and :((((((( still feeling like I did something wrong.

ESPECIALLY because you’re Lily’s nanny like technically you should be on that trip :(((

So like you’re just kind of sad and not into it when Patrick and Art continue to kind of fight over you. It’s like :((( I miss Tashi :((( is Tashi mad at me?? Should I call Tashi and apologize for whatever I did?????

But Tashi’s sweet to you, she’ll send you pictures of clothes she’s going to buy you from a boutique where she and Lily are staying, or a picture that Lily drew you that she wants you to see. Signs all of her texts with an xx so you know she still cares.

But that leaves you at home, stuck between two hardheaded, possessive jerks. Maybe you’re on the couch watching whatever’s on cable. Art’s hand is on one thigh, Patrick’s is on the other. You finally just lean in and kiss Art, slow and searing and deep, relish in the way they both grab at your thighs. Pull from Art, lick into Patrick’s mouth.

And of course Art gets possessive first. “Who do you want first?”

And you realize exactly why Tashi left the three of you alone.

So you just lean in, brush your nose against his, pull Patrick in so they’re both so close to your mouth. “Both of you.” Art’s brow furrows, but you lean in, kissing them both, the way you’d seen Tashi kiss them. “Figure it out.”