💗Dream Daddy💗

Let’s make a list, shortest to tallest.

Shortest—-

Matt

Brian

Damien

Joseph

Robert

Hugo

Craig

Tallest—-

Simple, but I haven’t found my big spark to make me start writing my usual headcanons yet. It’s coming though I promise 😅

Mat☕️- Mat would love to go to South America. The culture is fascinating and the wildlife and insects and oh my goodness look at the food! It’s all so colorful... it starts to feel like a second home to him the second he’s off the plane.

Damien🦇- Portland Oregon. Something about the fog rolling over dark alleys filled with used needles... It’s not somewhere he would stay, but somewhere he’d love to take photos.

Hugo📚Egypt. Hugo has always loved learning about the different pharaohs and pyramids. He would love to take his son to experience the greatness of what the Sahara is like.

Brian🎣- Put that man in a lake with a fishing pole and he’s happy, but he would love to try deep sea fishing of the Atlantic to see just how big of a fish he can catch!

Joseph🎚-Bethlehem. Joseph would love to feel as close as he can to his lord and savior, what better way to do it then travel to Jesus’ biblical birthplace?

Robert🔪- Trenton Psychiatric Hospital (New Jersey) as one of the most haunted places in the world, this place is bound to be crawling with Cryptids.

Craig🏃🏻‍♂️- Mount Everest! Time to jump on the wagon and push his body to the limits to get to the top of the peak. To feel the strain in your muscles and the burn in your thighs as you take one last step? Complete, wonderful agony.

Since you told me a joke, I’ll tell you one.

What are a transformers favorite shoes?

Personally, I believe Damien is Wiccan. He would have a walk in closet redone to be a room to cleanse his aura and work on his practice, crystals lining the shelves amongst his books and journals. The others would tend to be curious about it, but accepting.

Except for Joseph.

17 hours and several gas stations later, I’ve arrived at my new home. It may take me a little while to adjust and get settled in, but posts will start coming soon.

Love, Daddy Thomas

Posts are going to be slow. I work. I’m moving. My life is honestly falling to shit. My funds are extremely low. To give you a hint, I’m moving 17 hours from home and I don’t even have a bed.

If you have an ask and you want it answered sooner rather than later, ask it through my kofi

I will answer it within 48 hours guaranteed and you’ll be helping me out more than you know.

Thank you.

Nsfw/18+

Consider buying me a kofi ❤️

I’m sorry this took so long, but I’ve been working on it for a few days. Hopefully you like it. :)

Yours, Daddy Thomas

Quick update- I’ll be moving in just 8 days! Hopefully after my move, things will all be settled in and I’ll be able to post here more.

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I stumbled through the door of Robert’s place, using the key he had given me just this morning. Damn rug. Always catches my foot. It probably doesn’t help that it’s two in the morning, but Matt and Brian insisted on staying out much later than usual. Saturday nights have been reserved for those two ever since Robert and I started spending more time together. Tonight, I was named the designated driver and had to deal with both of the grown men grinding on my lap and my ass the entire night in their flustered drunken states. I think Matt might have been crossfaded, but who can blame him? Coffee shop has been low traffic and Brian’s perfect little girl suddenly isn’t so perfect anymore. Both those boys needed a night out.

I would be going home, but Amanda had friends over and besides, after this morning...

That kiss...

I wonder if Robert was thinking about it too.

I closed the door behind me as quietly as I possibly could. It clicked into place and made a squeak when I went to lock the deadbolt. Shit. Though, I’m sure Robert is dead asleep. Probably a good thing. I don’t know if I’d be able to see him again with both the kiss AND the talk we had?

I didn’t mean to let it slip. Yeah, I’m a virgin. I’m a dad, but I’m a virgin. Adam and I were just never really sexual, I suppose. We would make out and get heated but we never got further than that.

With Robert? I want to. But I don’t want to ruin it. We have so many good things going for us and I-

“Dadsona?”

I swear I jumped half up to the ceiling.

“Robert! Heyyyy.... you uh. You gave me a key, so I thought-“

“It’s fine. I’m glad to see you, actually.”

I turned to see the man who interrupted my thoughts and suddenly I wasn’t upset about it anymore.

His hair was ruffled... his curls were more intense and mussed all over his head. What I’d give to run my fingers through it. To pull at it. He was wearing my button up, open to show his chest and the tight black boxer briefs he was wearing.

He was beautiful.

“Did you tell me the truth this morning?”

His voice was low and gravely. Probably just woke up. Either way, it nearly distracted me from the way he sauntered towards me, one of his hands resting on the wall behind me that my back had pressed against. His other hand was on my hip. Well... my lower hip. More my thigh. Doesn’t matter where it was, it felt like fire and I needed more of it.

“Yeah. Yes. I did. I didn’t mean to say it but I did and I don’t want to be but that’s just how life works I suppose.”

He leaned in as if he were about to kiss me again, but stopped just centimeters from actually doing so.

“Don’t wanna be?”

I shook my head quickly. “No. I really dont.”

His eyes looked down, then back up to meet my own.

“I could always help you with that.”

Fucking Christ shit balls fuck.

I could feel my body relax and tingle just at the words... not to mention the way his breath wafted over my skin. It was warm. Pleasant. I nodded my head.

The change was instant. His fingers dug into my skin as he slammed his lips against mine, pulling me against him as much as he could while pushing me back against the wall. I could feel his other hand start touching me everywhere else. My chest, my neck, my stomach.

He pulled away completely. His lips, hands, body, gone. I wasn’t aware I could sound like such a lost puppy, but the whine I made when my body went cold was definitely a puppy whine. He smiled when he heard it, though. Robert’s fingers made their way around the collar of my shirt and I swear I could hear him growl as he kissed me once more before leading me up the stairs into his room.

It was messy. Leather jacket draped over the bedframe, other articles of clothing laying around, a half empty bottle of whiskey peeking out from under the unmade bed.

That’s where I was in a split second, tossed a bit violently onto the bed by my collar. Definitely not complaining.

He was on me again, one leg between mine and the other supporting himself still on the floor as he towered over me and began kissing me once more. It was harsh and passionate and so much but not enough. His teeth held onto my lip as I whined again, giving him the chance to slip his tongue between my lips and really take over.

My hands felt the fabric of my shirt before I began slipping it off his shoulders. He pulled back and threw it on the floor with the rest of the scattered articles of clothing. His back arched as he continued kissing me while he began slipping my shirt up my chest, pulling it off when I pulled away to breathe.

The feeling of his chest on mine was nothing less than fantastic. My pants, shoes, socks, and both our underwear came off in record time. I could feel his skin, his breath against my neck... his fingers as the brushed my chin and rested against my partly opened mouth.

“Suck on these for me, baby.”

I quickly and happily grabbed his wrist and began running my tongue along his middle and index fingers. He groaned in my ear as he ground down against my hips. God dammit this man.

Once his fingers were nearly dripping, he pulled them away from me and out of my grip. I opened my eyes to try and find them again but they found me first, gently rubbing me... down... well. There. I couldn’t keep the noises back as they came in moans, whines, soft noises that came as he bit and licked at my neck, my collarbones, my chest.

He pushed a finger in, biting my neck at the same time. My back arched off the sheets and I swear, something in this universe or in my mind just clicked because that finger and his teeth and him against me just felt so right.

He pumped his finger, added more, and made me feel so good. So vulnerable. So... so so so damn good.

Our pants and groans together made a sort of harmony I’d pay millions to see just once.

Robert grabbed my hips again, flipping me over with a grunt as I yelped at the sudden motion.

“You’re absolutely positive you want to do this?”

I looked over my shoulder and chuckled softly. “Yes. Fuck me, Robert. Please.”

He pulled me up onto my knees, my chest still flush on the bed as he pushed his hips slowly... god so slowly... against mine.

My lips parted in a silent moan as he pushed his way inside me inch by inch, stretching me more than I could have imagined. My hands frantically grasped behind me to grab him, touch him.

His hand came down upon mine, fingers interlocking as he pushed both our hands into the pillow above my head.

“Please Robert, please please please. Please move, I need you... please.”

He snapped his hips back and pushed them forward again, his skin slapping against me with a loud slap. He did it again... and again... and again and again and again and again the sounds came that I couldn’t control. His hand rubbed from my ass up my back, holding the back of my neck before wrapping around the front of it. He pulled me up onto my knees, my back flush against his chest as he used his other hand to wrap around my cock.

His name left my lips more times than I can count as he fucked me and choked me... then... then he started talking.

“God, Dadsona... so tight around me... you feel so good, baby.”

He kept talking. Kept saying things that drove me absolutely insane until I grabbed his wrist.

“Robert, I’m-“

“I’m right there, Dadsona... clean... I promise I’m clean...”

I pushed my hips back against his and reached behind me to grab a fistful of his hair as my stomach tightened, a loud moan splitting through my chest as my torso nearly caved in.

He slammed himself into me one last time and held me tighter than he ever had, groaning into my ear. Saying my name.

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We laid together, legs interwoven as we shared small kisses and soft touches under the covers.

“Are you alright?”

His eyes showed genuine concern when I looked up at him, sweat still beaded on his forehead. I kissed it away.