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cherrypickertheory · 2 years
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Test Drive (Oneshot)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: Bucky has a breeding kink.
Words: 2.8k
Warnings: smut (18+), female receiving oral, penetrative sex
A/N: LOL HEY EVERYBODY! this one has been in my drafts for over a year and I rewatched civil war yesterday so I’m mentally prepared to write about bucky barnes again. hope everyone is well love u all xoxoxoxo GIF IS NOT MINE
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“I don’t understand. Is this gift for Pepper, or for their kid?” Bucky raised up a set of booties meant for a toddler, sticking one of his fingers inside the tiny shoe. “Don’t tell me it’s for Stark.”
“I have no clue,” you answered honestly. “It’s a baby shower, but the baby isn’t even out of the womb yet, so I don’t understand why we are giving things to it.”
Bucky chuckled at your words. “I mean, it’ll be out soon.”
“I’m just saying, I like Pepper way more than I like that thing, and she’s doing all the work. So we’re supposed to just give it all the credit?”
Your super-soldier boyfriend laughed harder now, walking around you to another aisle in the baby store. “I feel like giving the baby a gift is the same thing as giving Pepper a gift. Less money for them to spend.”
You had to give him that one. “Fair enough.”
“I had no idea you had this side to you,” Bucky picked up a onesie, holding it up to his chest. It was baby blue with an elephant printed on the chest.
“‘This side’?” You walked over to him and looked through the baby clothing. You found a tiny onesie that read I just traveled through a birth canal and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.
“A baby-hating side.”
You gasped. “I don’t hate babies!”
Your boyfriend raised his eyebrows skeptically and walked around you. “Suuuuure, Y/N.”
“I don’t!” You defended, following after him, taking that onesie with you. It’ll have to do. “I mean, I don’t hate their kid, I just think the parents—especially Pepper—deserve more credit than something that can’t even take care of itself when it comes out. Giraffes run the second they’re out of the womb.”
Bucky shook his head, laughing lightly. 
“You don’t agree?” You stepped through the narrow aisles to get in front of him. 
“Weirdo. What do we do, then? Wait till the kid can hunt? Give it a gift then?” 
You pondered that. “Ugh, no. We have to give it something, even though all it has done for the past nine months is sit around in Pepper. Lazy bastard.”
Bucky wrapped his hands around your hips and brought him close to you. “What would you want for your baby shower?”
“An air fryer,” you answered immediately.
He rolled his eyes playfully at your answer. “You wouldn’t want a stroller or something?”
You looked over to your left, where a fancy looking stroller was parked. “Babies should be able to hunt and gather within a week of exiting the womb.”
“That’s my girl.” Bucky planted a kiss on your forehead. “We’ll complain about it to Tony. He’ll come up with something to fix that. So what’re we getting them?”
“This.” You held up the onesie. 
“Is that enough?”
You shrugged. “He’s a billionaire. They’ll be fine.”
Bucky nodded in agreement, holding up his wrist to check the time. “We gotta go, we’re going to be late.”
“We have to stop shopping for things the day of,” you walked toward the cash register, Bucky right behind you.
“Never,” you could hear the smirk in his voice.
Bucky parked himself with the rest of the boys in the kitchen of Tony and Pepper’s apartment. All of the women were in the living room, watching Pepper open her gifts. 
“Are you happy it’s almost over?” Bruce asked Tony, taking a long sip of his beer. 
“Yes and no,” Stark answered honestly. “I’m really excited to have kids with her, I’ve wanted to for a while.” Tony’s eyes were filled with love and admiration for Pepper as he gazed at her from across the room. It was heartwarming. 
“So why the ‘no’?” Steve asked. He was sitting right next to Bucky, drinking some cocktail Tony came up with. He had called it the Optimus Prime, words that meant nothing in Bucky’s brain. Tony had tried to explain the reference, but Bucky made him stop talking after he mentioned it was about cars coming to life. Further proof technology has come way too far. Everything should have stopped evolving after the iPod. 
“Because the sex I’ve had in the past few months has been the best I’ve ever had.” 
“Really?” Bucky questioned. He wasn’t sure why, but this surprised him. 
Tony nodded, eyes focused on Pepper. “I don’t know what it is. Maybe because it’s my kid in her, I dunno. I just know that it’s been a major turn-on. So it’s a bummer that that’s over.”
Bucky’s imagination was immediately filled with images of you through the stages of pregnancy, carrying his kid. You, getting rounder and fuller, filled with him.
His eyes flashed over to you. You were sitting on the same chair as Natasha, holding a glass of wine. Bucky tried to get that picture out of his head and focus on you instead, because it was making him feel a little animalistic. He shifted his weight in his seat.
His staring and fidgeting did not go unnoticed. “Bucko’s already thinking about it,” Tony laughed.
Bucky turned back over to his friends, ears red. “Shut up, man.”
“Would you guys want kids?” Banner asked him, and Bucky looked back over at you.
“Haven’t talked or thought about it,” Bucky answered honestly. You were whispering something in Natasha’s ear that was making her laugh. Bucky would put his money on guessing you were making fun of babies again. “We’re not ready for that. Not right now, anyway.” 
“You’ve got a lot of time,” Steve remarked. 
Bucky nodded, trying to get his mind off of imagining you pregnant. Heavier. With him.
Day had slipped into night by the time you two left the Stark baby shower. Because all of you lived in Avengers Tower, the walk back to the apartment you and Bucky shared was short. 
Bucky was thankful. He could only go so many hours trying to fight off every thought he had of you pregnant with his child.
Neither of you talked. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but was thick. Words were unsaid.
Once you got to your door, you stopped and waited for Bucky to unlock it. 
“You okay?” Your brow furrowed. He looked… not angry, but like something was on his mind.
He didn’t answer, just focused on unlocking the door. An image of him rubbing your pregnant belly while you rode him flashed in his brain, and he dropped the key.
You laughed lightly. That was unlike him. “Bucky,” you squatted down with him when he bent over to grab the keys.
“Y/N,” he countered, mirroring your tone. He stood up, trying to get the door open for a second time. He felt like something feral had been awakened inside of him. Bucky took a deep breath, trying to focus, and got the door open.
Bucky walked inside immediately. Normally he would wait and let you go first, but he had no time for civility, no time for manners, not now.
“After you,” you said under your breath, sarcastically. As you walked inside, you thought about what happened at the baby shower, trying to figure out what had annoyed Bucky so much. He had grumbled something earlier about how cars shouldn’t be able to become human, but this didn’t seem like that. If it was, he was turning into an old man faster than you thought. “Look, I know baby showers aren’t exactly a rager, but I thought it was a nice get toget—”
He caught you off guard by slamming you into the wall behind you, his hands cupping your cheeks. Bucky’s teeth clashed and clamored with yours, his tongue slicked in and out of your mouth. 
You pushed his shoulders back gently, and while he pulled away, his hands still held onto your face. Bucky’s hot breath fanned your skin, and his thumb lightly traced your bottom lip. The energy had shifted from primal to caring in a matter of seconds—you couldn’t keep up with Bucky, you never have. 
“Are you okay?” You whispered.
He nodded, a light smile spreading across his lips. “Are you?”
“Yes. But I’m confused.”
The pad of his thumb tugged lightly at your bottom lip, opening your mouth slightly. You thought he was going to kiss you again, but instead said, “I’m going to put a baby in you.”
Your heart skipped a beat, and you leaned backwards. “Oh, are you now?”
“Yep. If you’ll let me.”
“Now? Now, now?” Your hands attached to his wrists, and you lifted his hands from your face.
“Doesn’t have to be now, I know you’re on the pill. Just eventually. I want you to know that I want that with you.”
“Oh,” you squeaked. You weren’t sure what to say to that. No one had ever told you they were going to put a baby in you before. “Maybe you should buy me dinner first,” you joked.
He ignored it. “Maybe we can… I dunno,” Bucky’s hands slid down your sides, and his hands clasped around the softness of your hips. He squeezed gently. “Take it for a test drive?”
“What is up with you and cars today?”
He smiled lightly, and moved his hands to your ass. He cupped it and brought him closer to you. “Yes or no?”
“To you breeding me?”
You had said the word jokingly, but a dark fire lit in his eyes. The way he was looking back at you made your heart skip. Real eloquently, you stammered: “O—Oh.”
Bucky started crouching in front of you, planting kisses down your neck and onto your clothed chest. After he kissed your lower stomach, he looked up at you through his eyelashes. “You have to say yes, sweetheart.”
All you could do was nod as his hands, still cupping your ass, squeezed again. 
“No, Y/N. You have to say it.”
“Yes,” you breathed. “Test drive.”
“Test drive,” he agreed. Then, he stood up, and threw you over his shoulder, fireman-style.
You reached down and spanked him as he took both of you to the bedroom, which he promptly returned. “What brought this on, exactly?”
“Pepper.”
Your brow furrowed. “Pepper?”
“Yeah.”
“Wait, put me down.” 
Bucky sighed and kept walking, keeping you over his shoulder. Once you got to the bedroom, he threw you—gently—onto the bed. “I need you to explain this a little bit more to me.”
He sat down next to you, hands rubbing up and down his thick thighs. He was nervous, you could tell. Nervous, and incredibly turned on by the looks of his crotch. 
When he didn’t respond, you pressed further. “You want to get me pregnant because you like how Pepper looks when she’s pregnant?”
“What?” His gaze snapped towards yours. He laughed lightly. “No. Pepper is a good-looking girl, but no.”
“Then… what?”
He sighed. “Tony was saying how he’s had the best sex of his life the past few months with her, while she was pregnant,” he glanced over at you again, eyes flashing towards your midsection. “He made a commen—look, are we doing this, or no?”
“What comment?” You put your hand on his thigh, squeezing gently. You wanted to know exactly what was turning Bucky on so much about this. “You can tell me, you know. Future father of my children.”
Bucky swallowed. “My kid in you. Me, doing that, to you.”
Your mouth went dry. You hadn’t really thought of it like that before. 
“You,” he continued, gently pushing you onto your back on the bed. “Growing because of me. Growing with me. With us.” Bucky had propped himself as lightly as he could on top of your hips, sitting on you. The weight of him felt good on top of you.
His fingers grazed your face, holding your head in his hands. “Bucky,” you whispered breathlessly. It was all you could manage. 
He grabbed both of your hands from off of his muscular thighs and pinned them above your head. “‘S all I can think about. Going fucking crazy imagining touching you, looking like that.”
You moaned unabashedly. You could see just why this was driving Bucky so fucking feral earlier.
“Let me, honey.” Bucky pleaded, even though he already had your permission. “Let me make you mine.”
“Yes,” you repeated. “Bucky, yes.”
“Test drive,” he promised, kissing your forehead. Bucky pulled your jeans off, and then your panties. He left a trail of kisses down your torso, all the way down your core. 
“Bucky, I can’t wait—” you begged him to begin. You felt animalistic. 
“You can, and you will,” you could hear the smirk in his voice, the bastard. Then, his tone changed as he kissed the inside of your thighs: “Not long, sweetheart.”
You whined again, which just turned him on even more. 
Bucky’s strong hands squeezed the sides of your hips, quite possibly his favorite part of your body. He thought about how your body would change while you carried his child: your skin would glow, your torso would get rounder, heavier, your tits—
Bucky almost finished right then and there.
His tongue swirled around your core, sucking and focusing on your clit. Your hands were tangled in his hair. Once, when Bucky hit your spot, you yanked the hardest you ever have. Your heart stopped, worrying you hurt him.
He could read your mind, you swore it. “You can’t hurt me, baby. Now let go.”
And you did, right under his tongue. Your ears were ringing, and you couldn’t open your eyes if you tried.
Without wasting any time, Bucky wrapped his arms around your limp body, lifting you onto his lap, kissing your face, neck, ears, hair. You felt him slip himself inside you, and you gasped.
“This is my favorite,” he whispered in your ear. He had you pulled close to him, facing him. When he kissed you, all you could manage was a sloppy kiss back. “Overstimulated.”
You agreed with him, but didn’t have the oxygen to tell him. Bucky could feel you pulse around him, still reeling from your last orgasm. That feeling alone was enough to send him over the edge, but he forced himself to maintain composure. If only for a few seconds, at least.
“Bucky,” all you could manage was to hold his face in your hands. You looked him in the eyes, and gasped again once you saw his pupils were totally dilated. 
“Y/N, honey,” his voice was thick and raspy with desire. He thrust himself into you, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
Just a few more moments, Bucky thought to himself, and flipped the both of you over, still holding you close to him. Now, on your back, your neck buried itself in a pillow behind you. You had grabbed fistfuls of his ass, squeezing every time he pounded into you. 
You were both close. 
You. Full of him.
You weren’t sure if you screamed, or you just felt like you did. Either way, you had the strongest orgasm of your life right under his touch. Bucky soon followed, and let himself fill you up. Just with him.
He collapsed on top of you, and you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. Both of your bodies were sticking together with sweat. You were shaking, and he hadn’t gotten control of his breathing.
A few minutes went by. Bucky had tried to roll off of you, so as not to suffocate you, but you held on tighter. “No.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Finally, you sat up. Bucky turned so he was laying on his back, and sighed softly as you started tracing his chest and stomach with your finger. “So…”
“So….?” He copied your tone.
“Whe—” You blushed, and put your head in your hands.
Bucky couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He just ate you out and got you off to the idea of breeding you, but now you’re shy? Bucky grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and lowered them from your face. “Tell me, baby.”
You rolled your eyes and laid on top of him. You couldn’t look him in the eye, and Bucky knew it. 
He loved you so much.
“When are we doing that for real?” You whispered.
Bucky gently cupped your chin and made you hold eye contact. “Whenever you want.”
“Well, I definitely want to.”
“I can tell,” he smirked.
You hit his chest lightly. “Shut up. That was the most turned on I’ve ever seen you.”
“Oh, completely. I had a hard on the entire fucking baby shower.”
You covered your face, laughing. He joined you, giggling right with you. “I feel so unashamed when it comes to you.”
You looked up at him once more. “I want you, everyday.” 
A smile grew on his face. “Let’s buy this car, then.”
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roostersforevergirl · 5 months
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He thinks he'll keep her
Pairing - Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Wife!reader
Warning - Fluff
Summary - after Jake plays peek a boo with your son, you both decide to take him to the zoo
Authors note - part 2 of peek a poo, i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it
Part 1
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Jake was your happily ever after, seeing your husband lay on the floor playing peek a boo with your little boy made your heart swoon. “Whatcha think Liam, want to go see animals. Does my little man want to go see the monkeys. They kinda look like uncle Bradley” he laughed. Liam was clapping his little hands together as he giggled almost falling over.
“Woah buddy, we gotta get you dressed” Jake smiles picking up the toddler, he walks towards Liams room. “Peaches, how warm is it supposed to be?” “Its supposed to be in the upper eighties” you yell from your shared bedroom.
Jake had pulled out a onesie that had bluey on the front and bingo on the back. The moment that Jake found out that you were pregnant with Liam, he went all out. He bought a blue gray crib, Jake had painted the walls a pretty sunset orange. Jake wanted to make it a safari themed nursery, he had picked out a few stuffed animals that included an elephant, giraffe and a lion.
Jake placed Liam on the changing table, “Damn buddy. Peaches, Liam is definitely your child. He pees just as much as you do” he laughs. “JACOB SERESIN” You yell laughing from the other room, putting on your plain black shirt and your jeans. You slipped on a pair of tennis shoes, you brushed your hair pulling it in a high end pony tail.
You walk into Liams bedroom, you lean against the wall watching Jake blow raspberries on your son stomach. “Have I ever told you how much I love you” you smile pushing yourself off of the wall and over to where Jake was standing wrapping your arms around his waist.
“I don’t recall” he chuckled, “I love you” you kiss his shoulder. “I love you too peaches, more than you will ever know” he smiles as he pulls Liams jeans over his chubby little legs. “Liam, doesn’t mommy look pretty” Jake asks the little boy, Liam smiles. 
“See mama, Liam agrees you are the prettiest woman in the world and the woman that stole my heart. I think I’ll keep you” “I would hope that you keep me” you scowl him. Jake kisses the top of your head, “I’m gonna go get ready, I don’t think mama would let me go out like this. Mama doesn’t like when ladies check me out” he chuckles looking you up and down.
“Watch it Seresin, get your sexy ass in the other room and put some clothes on” you smack Jakes ass making him jump. He shakes his head walking into the other room, you had pulled out a shirt for him that you had bought the day before. “Peaches, what is this?” he questions, “you are putting that on, I bought it for you” you grin from ear to ear.
‘Sorry ladies, this man is taken. So back off before my wife goes batshit crazy’ all Jake could do was laugh. He threw on the shirt, he pulled his jeans up and buttons his jeans then pulls his belt through the loops. Jake grabs his Texas longhorns ball cap.
Jake walks back into the room and sees you throwing your little boy into the air, seeing his wife smiles as you throw Liam in the air and hearing his giggle as he is thrown. He wished that he could freeze time just so Liam could be like this forever but he wanted to see Liam grow up and see where life takes him.
“Ready to go Cowboy?” You ask snapping him out of his little daze. “Lets go peaches, Ready to see the animals Liam. Liam claps, “dada” he smiles up at Jake. “Thats right baby, that’s daddy” you smile pointing at your husband.
You grab the diaper bag as Jake starts the truck, You bounce Liam on your hip as you walk the door to strap the little boy in his car seat. You place the diaper bag on the floor, you shut the door to the truck then climb into the passenger seat as Jake climbs into the drivers seat.
“Ready pretty mama” Jake smiles looking at you as you place your sunglasses on the bridge of your nose. “I will never get tired of hearing you call me that, not as much as I love hearing you calling me peaches” you grin. Jake chuckles leaning over the center consul to place a loving kiss on your lips.
Jake had placed his hand on the inside of you thigh as he pulled out of the driveway. You turn turn on the radio to the song that you and your brother grew up listening to your father play on the piano. Jake looked in the review mirror to see Liam squealing as the song played on the radio.
“You like that Liam” you ask turning to look at your son, who was squealing and clapping. “GOODNESS GRACIOUS GREAT BALLS OF FIRE” you and Jake yell as he rolls down the windows to the pick up truck, Jake loved watching your hair blow in the wind.
“You are so beautiful, you know that” he smiled as he pulled the truck in park. “On occasion” you grin as you climb out of the truck. “Liam, ready to go see the animals” you coo as he looks up at you with his big emerald green eyes.
Liam looked just like his father, with the blonde hair and the emerald green eyes. He was a clone of him, you know that when he gets older that Liam might pick up girls by using his fathers pick up lines. You get Liam out of his carseat and put him down on the ground as Jake grabs the stroller out of the bed of the truck.
Liam climbs into the stroller as Jake places a loving kiss upon your lips, “I can push the stroller peaches” Jake offers. “My loving husband actually wants to push the stroller this time” you joke, “you wound me, peaches” he places his hands over his chest.
You wrap your arms around his and walk towards the entrance of the zoo. You look down at Liam who is smiling ear to ear as he looked around seeing all the people laughing as they walked by. Liam squealed as he saw the gift shop that was full of stuffed animals. 
Jake laughed at his son, who was making grabby hands at a stuffed lion that was sitting in the window of the shop by the entrance. “I promise buddy, we will let you get a stuffed animal before we leave. You can get as many stuffed animals you want.” Jake cooes crouching down to get eye level to him.
You loved the bond that Jake and Liam are forming. “Liam what animals do we want to go see first?” You ask as he was smacking Jake in the face making you laugh. Liam stopped and looked up at you with a huge grin on his face, “MONKEYS!!!!” He screamed making people stare at the three of you.
“You heard him mama, to the monkey we shall go” Jake says getting up, grabbing the handles of the stroller and pushing it towards the monkeys as fast as he could. You had to run to keep up with Jake, you were shorter than him. 
You finally caught up with Jake as he was pulling Liam out of the stroller to put him on his hip. “What is that baby?” You smile, “MONKEY!!!” He yelled. “I bet daddy would help you see better on his shoulders, do you want that?” You say. 
Jake turn Liams body so his back was pressed against his front then lifted him over his head and onto his shoulders. “Can you see them baby? You like being on daddy’s shoulders?” You asks as you smile watching your little boy look at the animals behind the glass. 
Jake starts bouncing up and down making Liam giggle, “they kinda look like uncle Wooster” “you think that looks like uncle rooster” you laugh as you pull out your phone and press record. “Liam, what are we seeing?” You ask. 
“MONKEYS, they look like uncle wooster” “they look like uncle rooster?” You ask trying not to laugh. “Buddy are you sure that they look like Rooster?” “THEY LOOK LIKE UNCLE WOOSTER” he yelled.
Jake laughs walking away from the glass and you end the recording making his way over to the next set of animals. Liam was excited to see the lions as the zoo keepers throw meat into the exhibit. Jake and Liam strolled their way to all of the animals, Liam giggled as Jake bounced every time he walk to make Liam feel like he way floating into air.
“Liam, you ready for the stuffed animals. My little love, getting so big” you coo as Jake sets him down on the floor to choose as many stuffed animals that he wanted. Liam picked up as many as his little arms could carry. “Is that everything, my love bug” you smile, Liam shook his head yes as he toddled over to the register and lifting them to place on the counter.
The woman peers over to see the little boy place the stuffed animals over the counter, “hey sweetheart did you find everything okay” she asks with a big smile on her face as Liam rocks himself side to side. Liam nods his head looking up at the lady. 
Jake smiles at the woman, “I think that’s everything ma’am, I don’t think he can carry anymore. This little guy is just like his mother taking all my money” he joked. “Your little boy is so cute, is his mom in the picture?” She question as she moves her hair behind her ear. 
You move around the corner with an angry expression on your face, “oh his mother is definitely in the picture and she is standing right here” you glare at the woman. Jake laughs, he always thought you were hot when you got angry. 
“Can’t you read his shirt, ‘Sorry ladies, this man is taken. So back off before my wife goes batshit crazy’. If you would kindly back off and ring my sons stuff up so we can get home” you grin, “oh yes I’m definitely keeping you” he says capturing your lips in a heated kiss. 
The lady groan and rolled her eyes as she rang the stuff up, “if I ever catch you looking at my man again when we come back, I will gut you like a fish” you smile lacing your fingers with his as Liam climbs in the stroller with his stuffed bear in his hands.
“Damn mama” Jake gives you that signature hangman smirk, “can’t help it, I married a fine piece of meat” you say as you walk towards the truck. Jake put Liam in his car seat as you climbed in the passenger seat, as soon as Jake was done he ran to the drivers side and slid right in.
He leans over to close to your ear, “I have plans for you when Liam goes to sleep” he bites your earlobe. Jake trails kisses down your jaw and to your neck. “You better drive mister or you won’t get any” you warn.
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sweetsbfreex · 1 year
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the binky garden (the binky fairy pt 2)
summary: part two of the binky fairy. "Steve tries to make it up to y/n but we aren’t letting up so easily and gives the silent treatment bc they were supposed to be a team but doesn’t let up for like a couple hours or until the next day and then just fluff ? Idk if that even makes sense" +
""okay but now we need to see steve grovel and work his ass off to please his wife and get out of the doghouse right? right??????"
in the dad!mafia!steve universe
pairings: dad!mafia!steve rogers x wife!reader
warning: none really
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After an hour or so working in his office, Steve heads to bed.
The moment he becomes in close proximity to the bed, his eyes fall on your sleeping figure, and the alarms in his head go off. His wife is facing away from his side of the bed. He noticed the wrinkle between your pinched eyebrows. That’s never a good sign. She went to bed simmering.
Most nights, you and he cuddle face-to-face every night. His palm would spoon the back of your head, as you rested your head on his chest, and their legs tangled together. As long as you were close to each other, you both were happy. 
Steve sighs, strips off his shirt and sweatpants. Leaving him in his underwear for the night. He knows his wife in and out, and he couldn’t blame her stubbornness on this. He had fucked up exponentially and all on his own account. 
Once he’s set his watch, signet ring, and wedding ring on the matching dish y/n had made years ago. He’s able to relax under the soft duvet, his body is able to finally relax when it hits the luxurious, plush mattress. Then, he’s rolling over to cuddle his girl. He's as close as he can get. With his arm thrown over your waist and his nose pressed against the back of your neck. 
“Just because I am allowing you to cuddle with me doesn’t mean I'm no longer upset,” you mumble sleepily. 
“What?” Steve utters, propping his body up with his elbow. 
“You heard me,” you say sleepily. 
“Fine.” Steve replied curtly. He repositions himself, before placing a kiss to your cheek. 
“Don’t push it,” you tell him, bringing a hand to push his face back.
Not only does it hurt, but it fucking sucks. He doesn’t enjoy the fact that you’re so upset over this. Not even allowing a pert kiss on the cheek. But he loves you just as much as he respects you. 
What he hates most of all is how you wouldn’t look at him as you spoke, let alone open your eyes, as you feigned sleep. 
This was going to be one long, tortuous night. 
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The next morning, you wake up alone in bed. Fortunately, you can’t help but think. It gives you the chance to avoid the elephant in the room a bit longer. 
You get yourself ready for the day. Your stomach in turns to be honest. You didn’t like fighting with Steve. You absolutely hated it. And unlike most, you could say it didn’t happen often between you two.
Nonetheless, you’re finally ready for the day. You walk down the extravagant staircase in mom jeans, sneakers, and one of Steve’s tee shirts (ironically enough). 
Elysia sits in her highchair. Her hair is in bunnies as she shrieks along to the Frozen soundtrack playing from Steve’s phone. 
Steve stands in the kitchen, cutting an apple for Elysia. 
You walk up to Elysia, hand cupping her cheek. 
“Good morning, baby.” 
You go to kiss her plump cheek, only to be met with a whine from your little one. Elysia shakes her head, pouts, and crosses her arms over her chest. 
“No! Mean mommy. Take away my binky,” she spouts, eyes closed as she looks away. 
You stood to your full height, mouth dropped in surprise. Your eyes tie to Steve’s distraught, surprised ones for a millisecond, before you turn back to the pouting (age)
You know your toddler has the dramatics of a soap opera. This wasn’t a small spiff of you having her use the potty in the morning, even though she didn’t want to. She truly was cross with you. In her eyes, you had taken a treasured item from her. This is exactly what you didn’t want to happen. 
“Honey, don’t you remember what we talked about? The fairies need them for the smaller babies who don’t have one.”
She keeps her pout, but you watch her resolve begin to break when she finally decides to face you. 
“I miss my binky.” she says solemnly, looking up at you with those big eyes. Eyes Steve could never hold out against.
You know exactly what she’s doing, but you won’t fall for it and give in. As much as you want to pinch her cheeks and pop her binky into her mouth, you don’t. 
You sigh, “Did I ever tell you about the really nice gifts the binky fairy leaves?”
She shakes her head with wide, eager eyes. Just waiting for you to spit it out!
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Even though you had slowly broken Elysia’s resolve. The day continued with Elysia being slightly short with you. She didn’t prefer you to hold her, didn’t want you to feed her, and god forbid you try and play with her. She wouldn’t allow it without the promise of getting her binky back. For a two-year-old, she knew exactly how to play her cards.
It wasn't until a few hours later that Elysia toddles to you, her tail between her legs as she apologized. Or tries to, as the three of you have been working on it for a while. You know it’s for sure Steve's doing. 
In addition to Elyisa’s newfound attitude grew the tension between you and Steve. He was feeling guilty over the whole thing, and you didn’t feel any amount of remorse in that. 
At one point in the afternoon, you roll your eyes walking past the white roses spread about your bedroom. And two purses you’ve been eyeing for a while sitting pretty on your side of the bed. A lovely note attached to them. 
Currently, you’ve made your way to the kitchen and are rummaging through the fridge for you cranberry brie bites. 
Elysia was down for her nap so this would be the perfect time to go for the kill. Steve shadows over your hunched figure as you look for something in the fridge. His hand caressing your hip as he tried to get your attention. 
“Doll” his voice tender as he says your name. There’s a hint of desperation in his voice, you note.
You ignore him, continuing your search for the brie. Naturally, you can’t help the butterflies when Steve’s other hand moves your hair to the side, pressing light kisses to the back of your neck. 
“I’m upset with you. Did you forget?” You can continue your search, begging your voice to remain calm.
“What do I have to do to make you not so upset with me?” He strategically lowers his voice in that soft, sultry way. The one that makes you so weak that you end up falling in bed with him every time. 
You ignore him again, taking in his roaming hand.
“Hm?” He kisses between your shoulder and neck. 
“I don’t know,” you shrug. 
“There has to be something. Anything.” 
You turn abruptly, “All I know is: I’m still really pissed off and a little hurt. And I’m not being dramatic this time, you let me think I had finally weaned her off her pacifier, just for me to end up being the bad guy because you were sneaking it to her this whole time” you huff. “And you shoving yourself on me is not helping.”
“Shoving myself?” He sounds offended and taken aback at the last part of your vehement.  
“Yes.” 
Maybe shoving wasn’t the perfect word choice. 
“Okay.” He exhales, resting his hands on his hips. “I’ve let you simmer in your anger all day, I’ve given you your space, and I’ve been patient. But now we’re talking it out.”
“And if I don’t want to?,” You tell him, raising an eyebrow in challenge.  
But Steve has had it. His fingers gripping your chin gently as he turns your face, “Sit down, Y/n. I’m not asking again.” 
You’re taken aback by his gesture, but in a concerningly good way. You concede as you follow him to the main living room. You sit on the couch while Steve makes a point to sit on the center table, his knees brushing yours. 
“Why are you upset?” Is the first thing Steve says. 
“Oh my god, Steve. Why do you think?”
“Well obviously I understand the reason, I just don’t understand why. It’s just a pacifier, what's the big deal.”
She loves this man with her whole heart, but my god, could he be frustrating at times.
“Right now isn't just about a binky, then it’ll turn to curfews, deciding when she can date, when she can dye her hair— we’re supposed to be a unified front. And I don’t want us to do things behind each other’s backs because we disagree. and letting Lys see that too is another thing. I don’t wanna seem like a bad parent, Steve, and it sucks that you let me celebrate this milestone when you knew it wasn’t true.”
“Baby,” Steve breathes as he grasps your hand and pulls on your arm, tugging you onto his lap. When you’re seated, he caresses the cut of your jaw, kissing the corner of your lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see it that way and it wasn’t my intention to hurt you either. I promise it was only supposed to be one time, but it got out of hand when she kept pulling those damn puppy eyes.” 
You gently laugh at the last part. “She can be very convincing,” you tell him.
“She can…and I don’t want you to think I don’t respect any of the opinions you have towards Elysia.”
You smile at his admission, “I’m sorry for the way I acted.”
“It’s alright, I understand. And while we’re at it, I don't like you walking around as if i’m not here. I mean, not even a good morning?”
“I’m sorry. I’ll work on it, I promise.” You pull his face to yours. “Do you want a blowie to make up for it?” You mumble against his lips. 
Steve smirks at your proposal, dragging a hand down to squeeze your ass, “As long as I get to show you how sorry I am.”
“Deal.” you kiss his lips and before you know it, you’re being thrown back onto the couch. Steve hovers over you, his gold pendant resting against your collarbone. “Steve!” you laugh. 
Steve lifts himself up with one arm, while he turns the other to glance at his exorbitant watch, “We have about fifteen minutes until she wakes up from her nap.” Steve informs you, descending to place a peck on your lips before eagerly tugging your jeans down. 
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It’s a bright and sunny day. The three of you are in your backyard, behind the gazebo where your flowers, fruits, and veggies stay.
You and Steve are knelt on either side of Elysia who stands with her bag of binkies clutched in her hands. 
“You ready?” You ask her softly, running your hand over her hair. 
“Will I get lots of stuff?” She looks up to you. 
“Lots and lots of stuff.” You promise. 
“Okay..” she’s still unsure about it, but the promise of new things was enough to reel her in. 
The three of you begin to shovel a hole big enough for the ziploc bag. When you're done, you all sit back. 
“Ready, babydoll?” Steve asks. He smiles when she nods her head. 
“I am so proud of you,” you praise your little one, kissing her cheek. 
Elysia smiles at the praise and quickly drops the ziploc bag into the hole, “We can cover it.”
So the three of you do just that and then she picks up her watercan to water the spot. 
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The next morning is like christmas. Elysia comes running into your bedroom. The bed is still too high for her, so she stands at the end of the bed, jumping in her spot.
“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”
“Lys,” you groan. 
“We have to go outside!” 
When Elysia’s contagious energy rubs off on you and Steve. The three of you finally make it outside. Pajamas and all. She was eager more than ever to make it outside. None of your voices had even settled before you got out here, voices still gravely and full of sleep. 
You and Steve each hold one of Elysia’s hands as you walk to the garden. She babbles on with excitement, trying to get her father to indulge in it too. Her father who trudged along and rubbed the scruff of his beard and eyes every five seconds. 
But when Elysia finally sees the flourished part of where her Binkys are planted, her small hands cover her mouth in surprise. She bounces in glee, running towards the patch. Her excited giggles fill the air and her eyes brighten, in awe at every gift. 
There’s a variation of sealed lollipops, sealed cake pops, and new fisher-price little people figures. Everything on sticks looks like they were grown from the ground. 
“Mommy! Daddy! Look, look, look” she points behind her. “I gots new stuff!”
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a/n: after months of waiting, i hope you enjoyed it!!!! a lot of people asked for a part 2, so i hope i lived up to your expectations <333
if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback 💐
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redheadjustin · 2 years
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Just want to request a platonic batfamily x toddler!reader just a wholesome fluff if that's okay
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So, Talia wasn’t the only one that created a child with Bruce. She was just the only one to know he was Batman and the only one to actually do the do with him. You see, project cadmus wanted to create children of the justice league to replace them if they ever went rogue. It seemed that they hadn't learned anything from Superboy AKA Connor Kent.
Cadmus started with Batman as since he was powerless the scientists did not have to worry about any powers or any gaps in DNA. But, it’s important to note that YOU ARE NOT A CLONE. You are the son of Batman. Your mother remains unknown but Bruce will never stop looking.
Ironically it was Superboy who found you. It was another routine audit of cadmus to make sure no clones were being made. And no clones were being made, just children with accelerated growth. So you could imagine that the Bat Family were a bit upset that someone had created a son of Bruce without him knowing, again.
Bruce, while angry with cadmus, had no anger for you. You didn’t ask to be created. With Bruce being Bruce he took you in without a second thought. He would be damned if he let you suffer for being created. Though he was stretched for time he would make sure his new three year old son would at least see his father once a day. And it’s not like you’d be lonely with your brothers and Alfred to keep you company.
Dick, being the oldest, immediately took charge of your care whenever Bruce was out on patrol or a mission. Dick loves to call you his ‘little elephant’ just to hear you giggles. He makes sure your closet is always stocked with Nightwing shirts. Hey always makes sure you’re the first to receive one of Alfred’s famous cookies. Most nights he’ll kiss you goodnight just after he returns from patrol, still in his Nightwing suit.
Jason, the sarcastic little shit, taught you how to cuss in child friendly words, much to Bruce, Dick and Alfred’s dismay and Tim’s amusement. He loves watching marvel movies with you. You don't get to see Jason a lot as he seems to have an argument with Bruce every other week. But, Jason always makes time to see the baby bat of the family, whether Bruce is mad or not.
Tim, the undiagnosed insomniac he is, loves to take naps with you. He also tries to not drink so much coffee with you around as he doesn’t want to set a bad example for when you grow up. He’s the one to supervise you in the Batcave. Tim is also the one to suggest to Bruce to set up a play area in the Batcave. Tim is also the one who designs a super suit for you for gatherings with the Justice League and when Tim has to babysit at Titans Tower.
Damian is just happy to not be the youngest anymore. Damian keeps his distance as he’s scared to death of corrupting you. He wants to make sure you’re better than he ever was or ever could be. He changes his mind after you crawl into his bed one night after a nightmare and a thunderstorm. After that Damian makes sure to bring you your snacks and juice while you play in the Batcave.
Your family is crazy and dysfunctional but you feel like the luckiest kid in the world
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giggly-squiggily · 9 months
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~Nozel Silva Headcanons~
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Hi hello your girl Squiggily is brain rotting still over this beautiful man so here's me yelling about him for however long it takes me to write these :P
~For tickly headcanons~
First things first we must address the elephant in the room: He does his own hair. Actually, he does all his siblings hair- he had since they were toddlers. He's got that whole "personal bubble, back off" attitude to pretty much everyone that breathes, so he feels more comfortable doing it himself. Also- big brother energy.
Absolutely believes in ghosts- not just curses but spirits and such (might also believe in Yokai- thanks Yami) He'd never admit it cause he doesn't want to come off a coward or weak, but if there's a loud noise in the middle of the night you KNOW he's searching for whatever the sound is, grimoire in hand. One time Solid dropped a spoon during a midnight snack run and a half-asleep bed headed, no shirt, battle ready Nozel busted in like: "BRING IT ON DEMONS!"
No one knows after the first time he treated Noelle harshly he flew up high into the sky with his mercury bird and screamed until his throat was raw and the tears on his face stopped feeling like acid. Nor does anyone know about the sting in his palms from digging his nails in when sitting by Fuegoleon's bed, willing him to come back. He's too proud of a person to ever let even his family see him break.
He's feather sensitive- I'm calling it like it is. His neck isn't even that ticklish but if you manage to steal a feather off his uniform and torment him with it he'll die. (Rill found paint brushes also worked nicely for this- he almost lost them though through a sludge of mercury. He's since got Yami and Fuego to help.)
Has a stupidly nice singing voice- especially when it comes to lullabies. Before all the bad happened, he used to sing to Noelle when she was a baby, rocking her in his arms as he hummed out a song their mom sang him. He won't ever confess to it, but sometimes if it's late and his guard is down you can catch him still singing it.
Nozel's got a sharp glare and even sharper tongue, so verbal comfort isn't...his forte. That said, he has the patience of a saint and has the best advice for most if not every situation. He looks at things logically, and if you can get past his sharp tongue you'd find a rather helpful solution waiting for you. (That said- he isn't stubborn; if you feel like he's being too harsh or blunt say something. He will try to soften his words if requested.)
Absolutely amazing with kids. No one expects it cause he's so...him, but he grew up with three younger siblings and two of them still act like brats even today so he's got the whole child thing down. Whether he actually wants kids depends heavily on where he's at in canon- pre You-Know-What, absolutely not. Post You-Know-What, maybe? He'd be a good dad y'all I'm calling it (Credit to @/duckymcdoorknob for Dad!Nozel thoughts)
Very few things make him laugh naturally but the ones that do are as follows: Fuegoleon attempting to cook; the one time Solid as a kid tried to feed a goose and got chased for a good 30 minutes (he still grins at the memory from time to time) and watching Mereoleona and Fuegoleon bicker. It won't earn you full belly laughs (Well- Fuego's cooking and the goose memory will) but you'll see him smiling in his hand from time to time.
For someone so proud, if you're his S/O and kiss his cheek without warning, he will get so flustered. I'm talking ears bright red, stammering through his words, won't meet your eyes cause he's suddenly very interested in the ground or the thread of his sandals or just- anything else. It's stupid cute and he'll never acknowledge it. Same thing if you kiss his hand, he's DEAD.
Can't draw to save his life. Even his stick figures look bad. "Hey Nozel why are you drawing a wiggly turd on your notes?" "....it's a stick figure, Rill." "*sucks teeth*.....yikes." Yami hasn't let him live that one down, even after Nozel threatened to stab him with a pen.
That's all I got for now! Thanks for reading!
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bearsinpotatosacks · 5 months
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I Think He's Enjoying This (Seeing Me in Pain) - Whumptober2023
Max finds Billy with a boy in the summer of 1984. She goes straight to Neil and a few days later, she and Susan are off to the cinema while Neil and Billy "talk".
What happens after is the furthest Neil’s ever gone. This is the aftermath.
For day 27 of @whumptober . Also on AO3. Shows the aftermath of child abuse so be warned
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His breath was whistling out of his nose. It felt like an elephant was sitting on him, every breath took every ounce of energy he didn’t have. The pain was past tingling, past being in one specific spot and now radiated from him. Like he was on fire, like he was made of sunlight and it was seeping out of the cracks. 
Neil’s shoes cracked against the debris on the floor as he went to the window. The way he opened told him that he had a plan. He didn’t move like he was angry. Every movement was simple, thought out, not rash. It would scare him if he wasn’t used to it.
Next, he moved to the bed, stripping the bed sheets in one smooth motion. He always talked about the army, how it cleared his act up and taught him what was important in life. Billy would argue with that, but he’d probably be sent to a military school if he did that. And he wasn’t getting a buzzcut. 
With an armful of laundry, he hovered over him with that long, hard stare. He hated that stare. And as he placed a foot on his chest, already heaving with broken ribs, he really made him feel like nothing but a bug under his shoe. That was something he was very good at, making you feel like shit. Billy was used to that too. He knew Neil back to front, although every time he said that, he threw something new at him that sent him reeling. 
“I’m going to call an ambulance and put these in the washer now, along with your clothes,” He nodded, despite how it made pain shoot up his neck. “So, because of the state you’ve got yourself in, I will help you get out of them.”
He left the room. Billy was in too much pain, spread eagle on the floor, blood seeping into the carpet, to move. What did he mean 'the state he got himself in'? He did this to him. Unless, no, unless he was making something up, giving them an alibi, or rather, giving himself an alibi so he didn’t get done for child abuse. 
This was the furthest he’d ever gone. Sure, he’d given him bruises and broken ribs a plenty, but this was something else. For one, he’d hurt him where people could see, slamming someone’s head into a bookshelf until the world went dizzy would do that to you. 
He’d found out he had a boyfriend, and it was all Max’s fault. He didn’t want to be her personal chauffeur for one day and made her make her own way to the skate park. She’d called her dad, spent the day with him and got home a little too early. Early enough that she’d caught him kissing Derek. And of course the little bitch had gone straight to his dad. 
So, here he was, three days later, bleeding on the ground. Neil had made Max and Susan go to the movies while they ‘talked’. They didn’t talk, they never did, Neil beat him to a pulp. Hitting him, smacking him against the bookshelves and kicking him until most of the bones in his upper body were broken. Even swallowing was difficult, the world was floating around him, it almost felt like he was high, although he didn’t know whether he’d pay for a high like this. 
His dad came back with medical supplies. Right, better make himself look like the doting father he totally wasn’t. As he knelt down, he lifted one arm, taking off the sleeve of his jacket, then lent over him to remove the other. Billy moved as much as he could to help him undress him. It went slowly, as he undid all his buttons and slid off his shirt. 
It should be weird, his dad being this close, this gentle, almost but it wasn’t. He felt like a toddler being bathed, not really aware of what was happening but still knowing something was going on. 
“I don’t like when you fight, Billy,” Neil said as he tipped a bottle of antiseptic onto a cloth. “You get hurt, you get blood all over your clothes and the floor, and I’m the one who has to clean it all up.”
He was creating a narrative. Instead of him finding out his son liked boys and beating him up, he was making it seem like Billy had been the no good delinquent he was and got into another fight, only to stumble home and pass out on the floor. It seemed likely if you were someone like him. That being, someone who the cops already didn’t like for speeding and making his face known at every party in town. They weren’t ones for underage drinking, or fun apparently.
“So, you’re not going to fight anymore, is that clear?” He said.
He nodded. 
“I didn’t hear that,”
He placed the soaked cloth onto one of the wounds and felt him flinch underneath him. He tried to hold back the hiss he wanted to let out at the scratchy feeling of the antiseptic cleaning him out. Speaking seemed impossible right now. But that’s what Neil was expecting. Despite the fact that his throat hurt so much he might as well have ripped his vocal cords straight out of his neck. It would’ve hurt less. 
“Yes, sir.” He managed to croak, feeling fire roar with just the two words. 
“And that boy, he’s getting you into a bad crowd, so no seeing him again, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
Neil wet the rag again and placed it on another would as his chest, still crusted in blood, started to bruise. Old scars had hardened and warped. He didn’t always get this treatment. Most of the time he had to haphazardly wrap bandages around himself whilst also making sure not to disturb anyone else in the house, lest he feel his dad’s wrath again. 
Sirens that had been sounding far off in the distance, stopped outside the house. Blue lights lit up the room and the wrinkles on his dad’s face. 
“I’m glad we had this talk.”
That was the end of his summer fun, then. So much for being careful, so much for trying to be an individual in this house. He tried to scowl at his dad but the pain was too much, the headache spreading all over. He swore his dad was enjoying this.
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If you read yesterday's fic then I hope you noticed how Billy’s internal monologue changed from the first time Neil hit him, to 'now' in this fic. He no longer cares about impressing him, at least not consciously, and is almost numb to it all. Also he's not the best to Max in this either, I feel like there had to be a reason he blamed her and she almost blamed herself in s2 for moving to Hawkins? So I made her go to Neil before she knew what Neil actually does to Billy when they "talk" so she didn’t intentionally try to get him hurt, she just didn't know. Doesn't stop Billy from blaming her.
Thanks for reading! @whumptober-archive
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North Blue Language CH 11
“You should call your mom.” Luffy says, simple as that.
The arrival on the ancient elephant's back is met with horror. The gates are broken open wide and the town is destroyed. Luffy has already run off and gotten into a fight. And won. Nami and Chopper are running to them in the hidden village where two minks, Wanda and Carrot, have led them too.
“Where's Sanji?” Luffy asks as Nami closes her arms around the captain and she's crying.
“I'm so sorry, Luffy.” She sobs. “He's gone.”
The world is crashing down around them. The denden on the Sunny is probably ringing off the hook because Zoro gave the number to Sora and Mihawk.
ONLY ALIVE rings through Zoro's ears as Nami continues to sob and cling to their captain.
“What do you mean he's gone?” Luffy asks as he pushes Nami away so slightly to look at her.
“I'm so sorry.” Nami says again and Chopper is crying too in Usopp's arms. Zoro hates that he feels relieved the cook is gone. The cook would hate that he’s making Nami cry. One less burden to carry, Zoro thinks.
The attack on the Minks is explained and it's the beast pirates' fault. Kaido’s fault. They're looking for the samurai but Luffy beat them. They're gone. Fled like cowards. Zoro doesn't pay attention to what happened to the cook, it's a relief, really. The cook is a coward for not fighting back.
“I'm going after Sanji with Nami, Brook, and Chopper.” Luffy tells him as Zoro reads the note.
“He left, Luf. Leave him gone.” Zoro says, handing the note back.
“He's my cook!” Luffy argues, anger flaring. “He's our friend!”
“He's a coward who left!” Zoro argues back and Robin stomps forward and slaps him.
“I hope you don't feel that way when he comes back.” Robin growls at him and Robin is rarely angry but she is now. She's furious.
“Take everyone else to Wano with Law and we'll meet you there.” Luffy says with a finality that Zoro doesn't argue with. They're all leaving and Robin finds him in the Polar Tang. Away from everyone who looks at him with disdain.
“He's not dead.” She says.
“He is to me.” Zoro answers and Robin shakes her head at him.
“You push too much. Try pulling.” Robin says as she walks away. Zoro doesn't fucking get it. It's just the cook.
~*~
“Where is your mother?” Judge asks as Reiju snaps the explosive golden cuffs to his wrist.
“No where you can touch her.” Sanji answers honestly.
“She's dead then? Good.” Judge says as his brothers laugh. She's not dead, Sanji wants to say, she found a man willing to kill and die for her. For him. Sanji stares ahead. They make him change, a red cape with golden attachments to match the bombs attached to his wrists, white shirt, black pants, dress shoes.
He stops a plate from hitting a poor maid. His fiancee is sweet, he'll give her that but he just wants to get back to his crew, to the Sunny and be home. She's sixteen and Sanji feels weird that Big Mom is offering a teenager to be his supposed wife.
He has flashbacks during his beating of a bright blue haired toddler crying as Yonji crushes his heel into his ribs. The cracks and breaks burn under his skin and Ichiji and Niji wail on him. Reiju patches him up like old times.
“Why did you come back? You were free!” Reiju berates him.
“They were threatening my crew. The Baratie, I'm not letting someone die for me.” Sanji answers as the bandages make him look normal. He visits Pudding, she peels them off and soothes him. The next day Luffy is there and Sanji hates this.
“I am Vinsmoke Sanji! Third prince of Germa! Not some low life pirate.” He growls at Luffy hoping Luffy knows he doesn't want to do this as he beats the shit out of his Captain. Yelling at him to use is haki or die. He takes Nami's slap like he deserves and he doesn't cry until he's back in the carriage. He doesn't let them turn around. He will be strong so they are safe.
“I'll starve to death before I leave!” Luffy cries after them. “I'll fucking starve without my cook! I can't be the pirate king without you! Sanji!”
He decides to take Pudding some flowers and properly propose to her. He'll make the best of this decision but-
“We'll kill you all! Your brother is so ugly and gross!” Pudding laughs as Sanji soaks in the rain. He takes the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and sticks one in his mouth. “You couldn't even bring me a proper prince, maybe then we would let you all live. But you'll all die at the wedding!” She cheers. He can't get his cigarette to light.
“Why are you telling me?” Reiju asks, neutral as always. Never helping but never hindering their brothers when they were children.
“You won't remember.” Pudding shrugs and she stabs Reiju in the legs and Sanji watches her pull film out of Reiju’s head like a camera mushi and Sanji feels ill. He wants to go home.
He runs back, dropping the flowers, dropping the pretences as he rushes back and cooks for Luffy, quick and meaty and filling before stopping by the infirmary. Reiju looks at him and tilts her head. He glares at her.
“We're going to die, Pudding and Big Mom are going to kill us at the wedding.” Sanji snaps at her.
“We have an alliance.” Reiju says, confused and weak as her super healing takes its time apparently.
“No, you don't. I'm going back to my crew and maybe I'll make it out alive.” Sanji bites out. “Thank you for caring for me, but I have a family now.” I have a mother and father I should call, I have a captain who is starving, he thinks as his glare only hardens and she gives one back.
Sanji leaves with a nod as he runs. He runs to the kitchen and whips something half-assed and not worthy of his captain up. He trips and falls and the food is fucked just like it was when he fed his mother. He makes it to Luffy. He looks like Sanji did coming out of that damned dungeon, sunken and sad and starved.
“Sanji!” Luffy says as he rips into the basket to eat. Nami isn't around. He wants to go home and Sanji is crying. “Sanji?”
“I want to go home, Captain. I want to go back to the Sunny and the crew. Please. I want to go home.” Sanji sobs and Luffy is wrapped around him and Sanji is holding him so fucking tight. He doesn't want to let go again, Luffy doesn't either. He can tell by the way Luffy’s heart thrums in his chest and the feeling of belonging Sanji feels in his arms.
“We'll go home, Sanji.” Luffy smiles like he didn't beat the shit out of him, like he didn't abandon the crew.
“I have to save them, even if they don't deserve it, I can't let them die here.” Sanji explains. He thinks of his mother pacing and his dad trying to calm her down. He wants to save them so his mom and dad can deal justice how they see fit. He just wants to see his crew and cook and not be a prisoner anymore.
“So we will.” Luffy shrugs, easy as that. “I don't like it but if it's what you want.”
“Thank you.” Sanji says desperate and pleading.
“You're my cook, Sanji.” Luffy smiles at him. They start heading back to the castle where they'll figure out more and then Luffy will let the others know. “Someone called the denden mushi looking for you. I told them I would go get you.” Luffy says and Sanji whips his head to his Captain.
“Who?” He asks, he didn't give his parents the number.
“Dunno, she sounded angry though.” Luffy shrugs.
“Oh.” Sanji says, looking ahead.
“You should call your mom.” Luffy says, simple as that.
“Her son is dead.” Sanji replies.
“No he's not, Sanji's right here!” Luffy grins at him and hugs him and yeah, he is right here. They break apart with a plan formed, they go through the motions. Sanji does at least as he prepares for his wedding. He's dressed to the nines and is waiting for Luffy while he stands at the altar. Pudding with a gun and a third eye.
“Beautiful.” Sanji breathes and he believes it but he also doesn't want to die.
As he only ever is with his timing Luffy smashes through the cake and the fight is on. Big Mom however goes into a state of mind that makes Sanji recreate the cake recipe down to the hidden notes. He splits from Luffy, again and he hates it. But they get the cake made in a time limit of nine hours, him and Pudding and her family as Luffy fights someone. Katakuri?
That sounds right. Mirror world. Nami is still disappointed in him and he takes a shot for Luffy in the arm as they're escaping. Niji grabs him as Luffy is passed out in his arms and the bloodloss starts to make him light headed.
“Are you still alive, failure?” Niji yells at him.
“Damn you!” Sanji yells back.
Sanji has bruises and broken bones for days. They land on the ship and Niji flies off to continue fighting. Sanji can feel everything twisting and stinging as he moves. How is he still standing? Would his parents be proud? Luffy had just managed to wake up as Germa approaches.
“You're too kind, your weak heart changes to those of lesser status. You care too much.” Judge sneers. There's more but Sanji tunes him out.
“Well duh, that's why he's the best!” Luffy calls after him.
“That's not what he meant!” Sanji snaps to his captain who laughs at him.
“Take this!” Yonji calls as he tosses Sanji a black canister with a bright yellow ‘3’ on it. “And send Mom our regards!”
“Oh she doesn't want them! She's going to come take down Germa!” Sanji promises as Reiju and Niji look at him.
“She's alive?” Ichiji yells, shocked that the failures lived.
“And deadly!” Sanji answers as Reiju tells them to go again and there's an open pathway through the Germa fleet. They escape barely and once the coast is clear, Luffy and Nami are cared for, Sanji collapses on the deck of the Sunny. Blood pouring out of his arm and staining the deck and his suit like the rest of his cuts and stab wounds are. The last thing he remembers is Luffy's haki basically screaming that Sanji is his, that his crew belongs to him and no one will take them again.
The melody of the moon lullaby plays the whole way to Wano by Luffy's request.
~*~
“I'm on my way to get Sanji now.” Strawhat's voice rings through the denden. Mihawk is off to the side, listening in as Sora grips Sanji's poster.
“You have to understand, Germa-” Sora starts.
“I'm gonna kick their ass, don't worry. The Sunny is his home.” Strawhat assures in what could be the worst way for Sora. Mihawk stares at her as her voice cracks.
“I'm trusting you.” Sora shakes out and then hangs up the receiver. Mihawk is wrapped around her and she’s buried into him and sobbing. “I'll kill him.” She gets out.
“Of course.” He's not going to fight her on this, he'll help. Mihawk will do anything for them. “We have to trust Strawhat to get him back to his crew.”
“I'm not worried about him getting back I'm worried about what they'll do to him while they have him!” She yells, stepping away. “We're dead to Germa! To Judge! Why the hell does he want Sanji?”
“We won't know until they call back or the paper comes. Sora, we also have to be wary of the Navy and World Government.” Mihawk says but Sora is shaking her head. Mihawk never wants to control her. “We'll keep them off the island, we can wait as long as we have to.”
“I'll kill them all too.” Sora snaps.
“Well no one is around now.” Mihawk assures her. Perona had left during the Reverie. Moria being found made Perona pack her bags and leave. It's just them in the castle now, empty nesters as Sora had said. Mihawk grabs her hands and pulls her towards him. He's never seen her so angry, truthfully he's never been in love as he is now.
He pulls her into a slow waltz, trying to distract her as their son is missing in Germa. His captain will save him, his captain won't lose another person like he did in the Battle of Marineford. Monkey D. Luffy is stronger than before and willing to take out anyone in his way now. He wonders where Sanji trained and the others. He wants to hear about the two years where he was training, what he learned.
He does his best to keep her distracted. He does. But another week passes when fresh bounties come out and-
VINSMOKE SANJI
330,000,000 BERI
DEAD OR ALIVE
Mihawk thought she was angry before, fury has never looked more beautiful or enticing as it does on his wife. He lets her take it out on him for another week and they seem to have a fantastic time as at least Sanji is alive. He's with his crew. They get to take out Marines on their breaks. All in all it is very fun for the empty nesters, Mihawk thinks.
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wickedoldwitchsims4 · 17 days
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2 year old birthday boy/girl (elephant) toddler t-shirt $22.40 by jsoh http://dlvr.it/SjBhdf
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typelau · 3 years
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Adult Material | Kim Doyoung
Pairing: Kim Doyoung x Reader
Summary: It isn't easy being married to a porn star... your husband Doyoung gets a little jealous sometimes.
Genre: House husband!Doyoung, Porn star!Y/n
Word Count: 0.7k
Warnings: Sexual content 
Gif: @jaemtens​
Request: Can i request something with Doyoung that goes angst in the beginning then fluff at the ending?
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"Ugh...yes... just like that," you moaned theatrically. 
You dug your fingernails into the man's muscled back, bringing out a groan from him that sent shivers down your spine. 
"And… cut!" 
You rolled off the man you were having sex with and got off the bed. You shimmied into your red lace panties as he tried to calm his breaths. You loved this job. 
"Nice work, you two," the director said, smiling from behind the camera. "Y/n, baby, you were a star, as usual." 
The male talent you were shooting with shook your hand, bowing eagerly. "That was awesome, I can't believe I'm working with a real celebrity!"
You smiled. You got this a lot, being Seoul's most famous porn star. "Thanks, you did well, Uh..."
"Jeno," the boy said, scrunching his starstruck black eyes. 
"Well, I gotta get home," you said, smiling. "Call my agent, we should do this again!"
You dressed and drove home. When you unlocked the front door, the smell of Thai curry filled your nostrils. You slipped off your Louboutins and left your Gucci bag on the black marble counter. 
"Dinner smells delicious, baby," you said to your husband Doyoung. 
Doyoung was standing by the fireplace, rocking your two year old daughter in his muscled arms. 
He looked gorgeous in the Balenciaga shirt you’d bought him. Your baby's fluffy elephant comfort blanket hung around his neck, and his hair was fluffed up by baby fingers. 
"We wanted to see mommy before bed, isn't that right, Daisy?" Doyoung cooed, passing you the sleepy toddler. 
You inhaled your daughters’ soapy scent as you put her to bed in her special cot.  
Yawning, you paced into the kitchen, where Doyoung was laying curry in dishes out on the table. You smiled gratefully. 
"How was work?" Doyoung asked. 
"Three shoots, and the first guy couldn’t get it up for forty minutes, so we were running behind."
Doyoung hummed, picking at his food. 
You squeezed his arm reassuringly. "I was thinking about you all day." 
Doyoung's ego was high maintenance, but after three years of marriage, you'd worked out how to manage it. You tried to be understanding, it couldn’t be easy being married to a porn star. 
You'd barely finished dinner when Doyoung pulled you into the bedroom, his lips attaching hungrily to your neck.
"I want you so bad," he murmured, pushing you down onto the bed. 
His rough hands grasped your bare thighs, sending sparks shooting up them. He crawled onto the bed on top of you, his body weight pressing you down against the plush mattress. You spread your legs to accommodate him. 
Without delaying Doyoung tugged down your underwear and took off his own boxers. 
You felt him prodding against you. 
You winced, putting one hand on his chest to stop him. "Actually… can we not? I'm still quite sore from today. One of the guys was so big and I ran out of lube."
Doyoung scoffed and got up. He sat at the edge of the bed, both hands gripping the mattress tight. 
You lightly stroked his toned back. "I'm sorry, baby," you cooed. "I can… give you a blow job instead if you like?"
Doyoung shook his head and stood up. "I'm going out."
You frowned. "At this time of night? Come on, boo. Why are you being like this?" 
Doyoung crossed his arms. "I won't share you with other guys."
You tut. "We’ve been over this before, Doie. You're not sharing. I’m yours only, you know that."
He scoffed. "No you're not. Other guys get to fuck you all day long." 
"It's just a job, okay? I told you this on our very first date. What do you think pays for this house, or Daisy's fancy preschool? Who funds your Adidas addiction? Me!" You glared at him, panting. 
Doyoung slumped back down on the bed and buried his face in his hands. You sat beside him, stroking his curly black fringe, listening to his breaths quieten. 
After several minutes, Doyoung looked up at you. His eyes were glassy. 
"I'm sorry, Y/n," he said, resting his head on your shoulder. "I love you and I love our life. I just get… jealous sometimes."
You kissed his forehead. "I know, darling." 
Doyoung's pink lips glistened in the half-light, and the bare skin of his neck begged to be kissed. 
Doyoung looked at you, eyes glinting with familiar mischief. "Could I get that blowjob now, if you're still offering?" He smiled coyly.  
You laughed, pulling him close. "Okay, but only coz you're cute."
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harrieatthemet · 3 years
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Long Weekend
These are the hardest. 
He’s bad at letting go. Goodbyes are hard, he figures it’s like that for everyone. Being the first to say goodbye at parties is hard. Saying goodbye to his mother is hard. 
Saying goodbye to his daughter is, by far, the absolute hardest departure of them all. 
“Daddy,” she inquires, tone honeyed and so heavenly he could almost swoon, “chocolate or lanella?”
Her eyes are big and round as she ganders up at him, face serious as she presses him to answer the question by locking eye contact. And really, he’s trying not to melt. Not because of the perpetual heat from the midday sun, but because she’s trying to be serious with a mustache compiled of chocolate ice cream after mispronouncing the word vanilla. 
“S’a tough one, lovey.” a faux puzzled expression flickers on his face as he extends a finger towards her forehead, brushing away a few matted baby hairs, “m’gonna say.. vanilla.”
He emphasizes the word not to belittle her, but moreso to example the correct pronunciation. Of course, she hardly acknowledges his attempt. She’s simply too focused on getting rid of the sprinkles on her chin by utilizing the tip of her tongue. 
As she sits there, nearly cross eyed as she focuses her attention on ridding her face of the last remaining purple sprinkle, he’s sat right beside her almost all consumed in adoration. He’s trying his very best to prolong the inevitable, stretch the last few minutes and figure out a way to turn them into hours. 
He was lucky to have had her this long; it’s late afternoon on a Monday so he knows that any other weekend he’d be looking at her through a screen instead of tucking away damp pieces of hair behind her ear. Any other Monday afternoon he’d be alone, without her, wondering what she was up to or if she had thought about him at all during her day. 
“Y’wanna head inside,” he asks, voice soft as he begins to notice her cheeks going flush from being outside, “maybe get cleaned up ‘for mummy comes?”
He knows that there really isn’t enough time for any of that, but he can’t help but ask. However, it only reminds him why long weekends are the hardest. 
It’s almost cruel, honestly. A taste of what a full week with her would be like; bedtime stories, swims in the pool before ice cream breaks, promptly followed by an hour long bath time excursion joined with rubber ducks and an excess of bubbles. Another night of singing her to sleep would be just enough to get him through the week, he thinks. Just one more night of snuggling her until she fell asleep, listening to her sigh in annoyance each time he got up to leave thinking she’d already succumbed to exhaustion. Long weekends are the hardest because they’re almost enough. 
“Ok,” and as she agrees to his suggestion, she finally decides to release her death grip on the ice cream cup glued to her pudgy hand, “ ‘n I sleep in your room this time?”
Honest to God he could cry when she asks. And he wants to tell her yes, so badly. He swears he can feel a little part of his heart start to crack as she stands up, extending her small hand to accompany his big one so that she could lead him inside. He’d let her pick anything, whatever she wanted, and all she’d have to do is ask. She could ask for the moon and he’d give it to her without a forethought. 
“Next time, lovey,” he frowns, fully knowing next time feels like a lifetime away, “promise.”
She doesn’t take too kindly to the word no, and perhaps that’s Harry’s own fault. He’s got a hard time turning down any request that comes from a face so heart-achingly adorable paired with a voice so angelic. On the rare occasion he does have to deny a request, which usually pertains to this particular one, he does his best to do anything other than say the word no. 
Which always works, because she was happy to be perched on Harry’s hip as they navigated there way back inside, her head tucked sweetly into the corner of his neck as she did what she could to ward off the incoming wave of exhaustion. 
But, at Harry’s expense, the request was still brewing in the back of her head. Why couldn’t she sleep in his room? He always lets her, even plugs in the flamingo shaped nightlight right at the foot of the bed. And he lets her bring all three of her stuffed animals in, too, tucking them in right next to her as per request. 
With her brows furrowed, lips pouted matched with a generally displeased expression, she huffs at him “Wanna sleep in your room.” 
He gets a clear display of just how irritable she is once he pulls the clean shirt over her head, stiffling a giggle at the poor braiding job he’s done to her hair. But it entices him to realize just how upset she is with him; any other time, she’d be sure to tell him he pales in comparison to your stellar braiding skills. 
“Y’gonna sleep in your room tonight,” he’s forcing an excited tone, doing his best to redirect, “at mummy’s, ‘n I’ll be sure t’remember the flamingo this time so you can plug it in there.” 
It’s not what she wants to hear, at all, because her pout is only amplified, “m’sleeping here.”
“Well what about mummy,” he frowns, “m’sure she misses you ‘n wants t’see you, yeah?”
“She can sleep here too,” and to her, it’s like the best idea she's ever conjured up, because she practically lights up at the suggestion, “with us!”
And it is a lovely idea, one that he’d jump at if he was given the chance. He can remember, and quite fondly, a time where he was sandwiched between two people in his bed instead of a stuffed elephant and a restless toddler. It’s almost enough for him to encourage the idea, beg you to be as excited about it as much as the 3 year old standing in front of him was. 
He could ask, he thinks to himself. He could beg and plead, it’s not like he hasn't done it several times before. Of course it’s never worked, which is why he was here, getting accustomed to a familiar sense of disappointment as you let yourself in through the front door to pick up his daughter. 
“Daddy ask her,” she’s practically buzzing at this point, wiggling in her spot as she hears you call out her name before Harry’s, “please daddy!”
That’s all that it was; an illusive idea cultivated by a 3 year old. 
ANGEL BABY IS FUCKING BACK!
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twinklelilstarkey · 3 years
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could you do a dad!rafe imagine where it’s their baby’s first xmas and maybe uncle!jj is there too and the baby gets excited to open presents and stuff 🥺
Christmas Morning - Dad!Rafe Cameron
Words: 1.4k+
Type: Fluff
Warnings: None, this is just pure cuteness overload.
DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!
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It’s Christmas morning and everyone is super excited, mostly the kids (at least from the conversations that you all had last night). The parents are honestly just excited to see the kids open the presents they’ve been threading to open since the beginning of the shopping.
Rafe is the first one to wake up (between you two), but only because he has to use the bathroom. And right as he walks out from the room to check on the kids, he hears giggling in the hallway.
Rafe walks out to find Y/D/N, one of his friends’ kids and Topper’s kid sitting down on the ground, playing with some toys.
It’s 9 am, why are these kids already so awake?
When noticing the eyes on them, all the kids look up but only Y/D/N smiled up at Rafe. The other ones widened their eyes as if they had been caught stealing.
Y/D/N stands in her feet and runs her way to her dad happily waving her arms in the air while letting some fit of giggles escape her mouth. Rafe smiles and picks her up.
The toddler giggles into her dad’s naked chest as he starts kissing her cheek and top of the head and a smile spreads over his lips when listening to her.
“Who got you so excited today, uhm?” He asks in a whisper.
The girl doesn’t answer, just snuggles her face into Rafe’s neck as if to hide from the cold air. Rafe decides to close the door of the bedroom just to let you sleep for some more time and walks over to the kitchen.
“How the hell are you not cold?” Topper asks Rafe as soon as he sees him.
“I, honestly, don’t know” Rafe answers.
For some reason, this night was probably the coldest of all winter and that affected everyone’s ‘staying up late’ plans. The kids are all dressed in their warmest pajamas, but that still wasn’t enough since they’re all clinging to every adult human in the household.
“Were you the one that woke them up?” Rafe asks as Topper serves two mugs of coffee.
“No, they were the one that woke me up” Topper answers with a chuckle, “They were having a toddler meeting at the door of my bedroom”
Rafe laughs at him and Y/D/N lifts her head from Rafe’s chest when feeling his chest move as he laughed. She looks up at him and smiles a bit before snuggling back into the warmth.
“Thank you” Rafe tells Topper as he gives him the mug, “Is anyone else awake?”
“Uhm... I think JJ is taking a shower, and Sarah was on her laptop in the living room when I walked past there” He explains and Rafe nods.
Rafe brings the mug to his lips, tasting the strong coffee and the smell catches the attention of the toddler. Y/D/N’s small fingers grasp into the mug and Rafe brings it down so she can see.
The small girl stares at the dark liquid with a scowl and her nostrils frail as she smells it. Topper and Rafe laugh at her and the girl snaps out of her thoughts to stare at the men with a smile, acting as if she knows why they’re laughing.
“Morning” You say as you walk in the kitchen, wearing some pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
The two men answer at the same time and you frown at Rafe.
“Aren’t you cold?” You ask him.
Topper laughs at your words and you walk closer to Rafe and Y/D/N. The small girl lifts her head from Rafe’s chest when hearing your voice and a huge smile grew on her face.
Not wanting to take her away from the human furnace that is Rafe Cameron, you wrap your arms around Rafe and press a kiss into the girl’s cheek.
Rafe lays his arm over your shoulders as he uses that same hand to hold his coffee and gives you a peck on the lips when you look up. 
You smile and look at Y/D/N, who is already staring with a smile on her face.
“Merry Christmas everyone!” Your brother says from behind you excitingly.
Y/D/N takes her eyes from you and gasps at the sight of her favorite, and only, uncle. You look over your shoulder, and Rafe’s arm, at your brother and you and Topper chuckle at his shirtless state.
“You guys are seriously the same person” Topper comments while shaking his head.
(...)
Sarah thanks you as you hand her her drink and you sit down over Rafe’s lap since it’s either that or the ground filled with hyper toddlers.
Rafe automatically wraps one of his arms over your waist as he stares at all the messages from distant family members, all wishing him and his family a Merry Christmas.
You stare down at the kids sitting on the ground beside JJ and at Y/D/N, who sits comfortable on his lap and stares at the presents with widen eyes, deep in thought.
Rafe puts his phone away and leans his head into your arm, letting his messy hair tickle your skin slightly.
“Can we start now?” Topper asks everyone as he tries to calm down his hyper toddler that keeps jumping around on his lap.
Everyone agrees and all the unwrapping starts. The kids go first, obviously. And right as they start opening everything, the room is filled with gasps and screams of excitement.
Y/D/N holds all of her new plushies in her small arms and giggles as she shows all of them to JJ, who acted as excited as she does.
“You got an elephant?” He asks her shocked, “He’s so cute. I want an elephant too, now!”
You smile as they interact and the other kids also look at them. Topper’s kid stands right from his dad’s lap and runs towards JJ to also show him his present.
“You got a car?!” JJ asks again, “This is starting to become unfair. I want a car too!”
The kids laugh at him and as he starts a conversation with Topper’s kid, Y/D/N stands from his lap and runs with all her plushies towards you and Rafe. She puts them all down on the ground in front of you and you two stare down at her.
The small girl starts grabbing each one and holding it up in the air to you as if doing a whole presentation of each plushy. 
“The elephant is the cutest” You agree out loud, making JJ look at you.
“I know, right?!”
The other two kids try to get JJ’s attention back to look at their presents, and Y/D/N tries to climb the couch. With your help, she’s up and sitting on Rafe’s lap, behind you.
“Which one is your favorite?” Rafe asks the girl as you start a conversation with Sarah.
She holds up the elephant as an answer.
“And who give it to you?”
“Sa” She answers with a smile, shy by trying out to say her aunt’s name.
“Aunt Sa gave that to you?” Rafe asks excited and the small girl nods, “Wow!”
The girl smiles at her dad and throws herself against his chest to try and hug his larger torso. Rafe chuckles at her and unwraps his arm from you to hug the toddler tightly to his chest.
“God, you’re the cutest thing in the world” He whispers to the small girl who giggles into his shirt.
Rafe’s chest fills up with imaginary butterflies as he looks down and watches his daughter clinging onto his chest and giggling at him. He loves this small human so much that he can’t even express it out loud to her because she won’t even understand. 
You look over your shoulder at the two of them and smile at sight of Rafe having complete heart eyes while looking at Y/D/N. You run your fingers through his messy hair to try and tame it slightly and he looks up at you.
“You okay?” You ask him in a lower tone as everyone talks loudly in the living room, discussing who will open presents first.
“Yeah” He says with a warm smile.
Sarah stands from beside you two to go grab the present off Topper’s hands, since he’s stealing everybody’s to be the first one, and JJ gets up from the ground and runs to the couch.
He sits beside you and Rafe and Sarah turns to look at him.
“Lost your seat, princess” He says teasingly with a shrug, “Life is hard”
Sarah laughs at him and shakes her head before turning around to snatch the boxes away from Topper.
Y/D/N looks up from Rafe’s chest and holds out a hand towards her uncle. JJ grabs it and she grins before looking back at you.
Now this is a happy family.
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Writing these imagines is making me dread to see Drew Starkey with a toddler. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS MUCH BABY FEVER!!
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