#buy clothes for toddler boys

[noxcheshire]

We do not see enough of de-aged Danny being adopted outside of Bruce and Jason, and maybe like, a small handful of Dick and one Cass.

But I have not seen enough Tim Drake.

LET THAT BOY BE A PARENT.

Let Danny crawl up a roof, through alleys, and under shadows because he wants to either help himself when he returned to his correct age by copying their moves, or just because they are a little cool. Let baby Danny be found by Red Robin who immediately does a full 180 back over to land in front of a little toddler wearing an astronaut onesie.

A little toddler trying to squirrel his way through the roofs opening to escape and failing.

Let Red Robin feel the tilting reality of baby Danny willing to fight him and lying to his face even while trying to whisk away with some stray bat-weapons that have been left all around Gotham.

Let Tim Drake have a small handful of Amity Park feral clawing up his suit, demanding to be held because Tim doesn’t treat him like an idiot, but a very smart toddler that wants attention.

Let Tim Drake have a baby Danny that will try to fly away so he always must wear a baby leash, floating around Tim’s head like a living balloon. If he phases through, aunties and uncles YJ will also be there to catch the stray baby playing at a dog having escaped the house.

Let Tim Drake buy baby clothes and sew in various trackers with Danny eating his way through a messy apple sauce cup, ignoring the invasion of privacy because he is so used to Jazz having done the same thing when he was originally a baby the first go around.

Let Tim Drake accept the glowing greens that seep out from Danny’s fingers because that power is too much for his little body to handle. Accepting, even when the green begins to fade into walls, and objects, clothes, and skin.

[bluesidez]

[The Ideal Gaze]

lab tester: @ichigosluvrr 🩻

pairing: DadBod!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

summary: Miguel is feeling a bit out of your league, so you remind him that he’s just in your lane. 

content warning: established relationship (they’re married with kids!), domestic fluff, mild hurt/comfort due to Miguel being an idiot that does not understand The Female Gaze, some miscommunication between reader and Miguel, 18+ so MDNI, a little raunchier than I intended tbh but hopefully I presented DB!Mig well, body worship, heated tension, reader is like obsessed with Miguel’s new Dad Bod, deepthroat 😗, missionary position, unprotected p in v sex (WRAP IT UP 🫵🏾), the word Ma as a term of endearment from Miguel to reader two times

word count: 5.3k, halfway proofread

a/n: Fulfilling this first because this was technically my first request! I added a few more elements (thank you Miguel server!), so I hope you don’t mind. There were no specific requests other than fluff and smut, so I went with the flow. I hope you enjoy! (Also, I found the original artist's post here!! Go give them some love!)

Your blood is pumping as you round the corner, only a few more steps until you reach the driveway. 

The jog today was pretty refreshing. There were no calls from work asking about things that could wait until 8 AM, no toddler fussing about waking up, and no child whining about getting homework done. It was just you, your FitBit, your steamy audiobook, and the lingering thoughts of meeting your husband’s eyes this morning. Lately, it’s been like a little game to rile him up. 

You’ve been married for a few years and a family of four for seven years with a sweet little girl, a second grader with the attitude of an old lady, and a precious little boy, a preschooler with keen intuition. With your lives being consumed with work and taking care of the kids, you feel like your relationship has been put on the back burner. Long gone were the days in which you two made love at the drop of a hat, fucking on anything that could hold you. Now, you were lucky enough to get a little dry humping.

It was getting depressing, and more annoyingly, frustrating, so you started to put your riled-up energy elsewhere. You were up at the crack of dawn making everyone’s lunches and going on occasional jogs, you were using your PTO for brunches with the girls and spa days, you had regular pilates classes, the real pilates, and most importantly, you were finding small pockets of time for yourself. 

From buying yourself small gifts to filling your Kindle with romance books to pleasuring yourself on the nights Miguel worked overtime. You were sure to keep yourself busy. All of that, and you still couldn’t get the thought of Miguel entangled with you out of your head. 

You heaved out as you stopped at the end of the driveway, taking a few breaths to calm your state. The book you were listening to was on a particularly enthralling scene and you wondered if it was something that Miguel would be interested in trying. 

You looked down at yourself and decided to unzip the top of your athletic jacket, letting the tightness of your bra and the fabric push your cleavage up. One smooth swipe of your clothes and you were walking to the front door. 

It was 6:40 AM, so there was plenty of time to have a little quiet moment with your husband. 

You walked into the kitchen and saw him standing in all of his glory. A newspaper in his left hand, because some things didn’t need to be digitized, a “Best Papá Ever” mug in his right hand, black glasses on his face, and your favorite thing, a naked plush torso on display. 

In the first years of parenthood, his metabolism was through the roof. Despite him joining you for every snack, meal, and midnight dessert, he never lost that tiny little waist or those washboard abs. It wasn’t until your youngest was born and babbling that his appearance started to change. His arms became a mix of muscle and cellulite, his thighs were softer than ever, his chest was full and plump, and his waist widened gifting you with his soft belly and a happy trail that continued to his belly button. 

The early time didn’t stop the coil of neediness in your stomach from forming. 

“Good morning, hubby,” you say with a lilt to your voice. You walked closer to him, an extra bounce in your step, and leaned on the island. 

Sure enough, Miguel was peeking at your chest from over his glasses, mug hovering over his lips. 

You only smiled coyly, waiting for his response. 

“Good morning. How was your jog?” he puts the newspaper and mug down, folding his arms under his chest. 

You stared at his bulging arms, pressed-up pecs, and his tummy that moved with him and almost whined. 

“It was really good. Super nice and refreshing. Maybe a little warm,” you crossed your legs, impatient. “How’s your morning so far?”

“It’s better,” he says, making the short distance to crowd your space. He leans over you, hands going to the island. “My wife is here now.”

You smile at his words, hands itching to touch him but not wanting to ruin the stride. Instead, you look up at him and pan his lips. 

“I’m feeling better, too,” you whisper, waiting. 

Miguel leans forward to press his lips onto yours, the smell of coffee hitting your senses. You feel little fireworks go off as he starts to open your mouth. Everything felt just right in this moment. 

When his hand slid across your back, you almost jumped up to wrap your legs around him. You tilted your head and wrapped your arms around his neck. You could feel yourself slipping against the counter, but Miguel was right there to steady you. 

For what felt like hours to you after so long of a heated connection, the two of you made out on the kitchen island. Only some birds chirping, the occasional car passing by, and the hum of the washing machine could be heard next to the sound of you both breathing into each other’s lips

“Come with me to the shower?” you say, eyes heavy and pleading. 

You could feel Miguel tense up, back rigid as he moved back. 

“I better stay. Raul might wake up soon and he was having a hard time sleeping last night.”

Your heart dropped at the rejection. You were hoping that this would be the one, the moment that you’ve been anticipating for months. Some form of sexual connection. 

“Ok. I’ll be out soon,” you turn and go to the master bathroom, tugging the zipper down hastily. You felt a bit dejected and embarrassed, but you’re trying to let it go. Your mommy side knows that your youngest woke up in distress last night so it makes perfect sense that Miguel wants to be alert for his cries, but your wife side wants her husband back and can’t help but feel like he didn’t want you. 

With this brisk shower, you hoped this self-doubt and neediness washed away with it. 

You tapped your fingers against the desk, staring off at your computer. Work today was slow, which you didn’t mind because that meant you could frequent your watchlist, but your mind kept wandering off while watching some random K-drama. 

Last night, you woke up to what sounded like Miguel getting off in the bathroom. 

He got off work super late that day, so you took the initiative to get the kids to bed and go to bed early. 

What you didn’t expect was to wake up to the sound of his grunts coming through the bathroom door. 

At first, you were a little hurt that he didn’t wake you up to help him out, but then you were so overcome by the sound of him whimpering and moaning that you couldn’t help but pleasure yourself. 

He sounded so desperate and wanton, cursing every once in a while. You bit your lip as you imagined him right next to you, voice right in your ear. You wanted his weight on you. You wanted to feel his skin against yours. 

You lay in the empty bed rubbing yourself until you came, his noises stopping a while before you finished. You were hoping he would come out and see you so you prolong your orgasm to no avail, sleep coming to claim you before he did. 

When you tried to ask him about it in the morning, he kept avoiding your eyes, saying something about his stomach giving him the blues. 

You let it go then, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about it all day. 

In a spur-of-the-moment decision, you decide to text him a flirty message, running to the bathroom to take a picture to match. You waited a little bit, hoping that he could take at least a peek. 

“You look gorgeous, honey.”

Just gorgeous? Not hot? Not good enough to make him want more?

You scrunched your mouth to the side, asking if he could send a picture back.

“Baby, you know I can’t. I’m at work right now.” 

You huffed at that. You knew he was just in his lab by himself. There was plenty of time and solitude to take a picture. He used to send random pictures of himself all of the time. 

For the rest of the day, you were irritated, feeling slighted at the hands of your husband.

You took a break from trying to seduce your husband, tired of the pushback. You put your all into taking care of the kids and maintaining the house when you could.

“And how many sticks does that leave Cassie with?” you asked Gabriella. You both were at the dining table with her math homework sprawled everywhere while dinner was in the oven. 

“27!” she shouted, voice becoming more confident over the course of the math sheet. 

“Correct! You’re knocking ‘em out, girl!”

“Buen trabajo, mija,” Miguel said with vigor as he came by to kiss the top of her head. “You’re doing so well.” (Good job, mija.)

“Does this mean I can get a cookie?” she asked, quick to melt her father’s heart.

“Not before dinner, Gabriella, you know this,” Miguel bounced Raul in his arms, a little fussy and sniffly. 

“Please, papá!” she looked up at him with big brown eyes and a pout.  

Miguel sighed, unable to say no to her 9 times out of 10. 

He looked at you frantically, watching you snickering behind your hands, “You have to ask Mamá.”

Whenever he really wanted to say no, he used you as a trump card.

Gabriella’s shoulders drop as she turns to you, already knowing the drill.

“The answer is no. You can wait until after dinner,” you say, squeezing her cheek.

“You always say no,” Gabriella whines dramatically, slumping in her seat with her arms crossed, pout just like her dad’s.

“And you can always go to bed with no cookies,” you chide as you get up to go check on dinner. “Now go put your homework up and wash your hands, dinner is almost ready.”

She puts her papers back in her folder with the theatrics of a Broadway actor, sighing dramatically with each step she took to her room.

Miguel laughed at her actions watching her leave, “She’s just like her Mami when she gets like that. Fussy.”

You pause to put your hand on your hip, “No, she’s just like her Father when she can’t get her way. Whiny.” You open the oven and pull the lasagna out to the stove to cool a bit. 

“Well, I can’t say no to her just like I can’t say no to you,” he says, placing Raul at the table with a hand running over his soft hair. “You both have the same puppy-dog eyes.”

“You like leaving the hard parenting to me.”

“That is not true. I just tussled with a four-year-old to get him to take his cold medicine and made a promise of not one, but two bedtime stories,” he says, coming up behind you as you reached to get the dishes. He got them down for you instead, hand on your hips and stomach pressed against your back.

You bite your tongue in order not to will your negligent, horny brain from awakening. You didn’t have time for those thoughts, little feet were near, and every advance you gave him ended in failure. 

“Is he doing ok?” you say, referring to Raul he sat at the table with his head down, a teddy bear hugged against him as he pitifully moved his toy car back and forth. It was definitely a big shift from his usual talkative demeanor.

“We might have to go to the doctor again. His allergies are really acting up.”

You leave Miguel’s side to go squat down by Raul, “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

You rubbed his back, trying to see if he felt warmer than usual and sure enough, he was burning up.

“My throat hurts, Mama,” he said, little voice just about gone. 

“Oh, I know, my sweet baby,” you say with a soft voice. “Do you want me to make you some alphabet soup?”

Raul’s face twists up, lip a little wobbly, “But I want some cheese noodles.”

“Hey, it’s ok!. You can have some lasagna. I just want your throat to feel better. Hot things will make it feel better.”

“The cheese noodles are hot, too.”

You smiled, “That’s right, the cheese noodles are hot, but I mean a hot liquid.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, hands squeezing his teddy bear as he thought, “Can I have hot chocolate?”

“Of course you can. Can I give you a kiss?”

He nods his head slowly and you lean over to kiss his head. You needed to get him under the covers soon. Before you could pull away, he wrapped his arms around your neck, snuggling up to be held. You couldn’t resist holding your baby, especially when you couldn’t take his pain away. 

You get up to see Miguel helping Gabriella plate the slices of lasagna on each plate and setting up the side salad. Your heart filled with joy watching them giggle over the stretchy cheese. It was moments like this that reminded you that you were taking the right steps, that this was the perfect little life.  

As they set up the table with the plates and drinks, you kept Raul in your arms, ready to help him with tonight's dinner. 

“Thank you for the food, Mommy,” Gabriella said with a toothy smile. 

“You’re welcome, baby,” you say, cutting Raul’s food up even smaller, not wanting him to struggle any more than he had to tonight. 

The table was quiet, save for Gabriella and Miguel smacking their food occasionally and Raul’s wheezy breaths. 

By the time dinner was over, Gabriella was buzzing in her seat for cookies, and Raul was close to falling asleep in your arms. 

You couldn’t ask for anything better. 

With Raul sound asleep, Gabriella tucked in bed, and Miguel watching cable, you had a moment to yourself to think. 

Did today’s small touches mean anything?

You stood in the bathroom moisturizing your skin after a hot bath. You said you were going to stop trying to fish for your husband’s attention, but if you were honest, today’s brief moment of connection did it for you. You couldn’t stop your thoughts once you were alone.

You decide to wear just a pair of panties and one of his old t-shirts to bed: a look that wasn’t trying too hard to get his attention, but you’re sure he’s going to notice it. 

You sat on the bed and decided to read until he came into the room. You hope you were giving a sexy girlfriend vibe. Your skin was all smooth, you smelled good, and you knew you looked good. 

When Miguel walks in, he pauses at the door to stare at you. 

“Why are you looking at me like that? Come to bed,” you say. 

Hook, line, and sinker. 

Miguel shuffled over, eyeing you from head to toe. He looked delicious in his tank top, fabric stretched in the best possible ways.

He crawled on the bed next to you, “My band t-shirt?”

“Yeah! It’s comfy.”

He rubbed his hand up your naked thigh and your nerves started to sing. Any further up, and you might just wet your panties from his touch alone. You missed it so much. 

He leaned over to kiss the juncture your neck and shoulder, your neck, your cheek, and then he stopped. 

He just…stopped.

“Well, I gotta go in earlier tomorrow, so I’m going to sleep early. Is it ok if I turn this light off?

You felt your throat dry up, “Yeah, ok.”

He got under the sheets and switched his lamp off, leaving you in the dark with the faint light of your Kindle illuminating the room.

“Goodnight, honey,” he said with a yawn. 

“Night.”

You turned your Kindle off and just sat in silence, his snores breaking the illusion of the dark consuming you. 

You’re starting to think the worst. 

You kept up a number of tactics subtle to glaringly obvious to appeal to your husband from changing up your perfume to what you would say was an amazing strip tease. Absolutely nothing is working. 

He kept listing off excuses from the kids to his job to his parents to his brother, anything to avoid an intimate session with you. He even chose a night out with his boys over a night in bed with you which was jarring because he always made you feel good before going out to have a good time. 

Did he not find you attractive anymore? You knew childbirth brought a lot of change, but you were still the same woman he met and fell in love with. 

Did he not love you anymore? He often praised you for being a good mom and his pet names never stopped, but after that, his declaration of love for you had been very surface-level.

Is he cheating on you?

You really didn’t want to entertain that thought, but your heart couldn’t take any more pain than it already had. 

So, one day when you say you’re taking the kids to the park, you drop them off at your mom’s place instead, hoping that if there was something going on, no little hearts would be broken once you unleash a beast in the house. 

You pull back in the driveway to see that he’s still here, just as you suspected. You make your way quietly through the house, inching closer to you all’s bedroom. 

Your heart almost stops when you hear the sound of Miguel’s voice, high and breathy in a way that should only reach your ears. You don’t think when you swing the door open, adrenaline pumping high.  

Miguel yells, scared to death but alone. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, voice frustrated.

“What am I doing? What are you doing?”

You look at the state he’s in, shirt up, waistband under his dick, and a mystery fabric in his hand. 

“Were you getting off?” you say, hands dropping to your side. “Do you…do you not love me anymore?”

“What?”

“Do you. Not. Love me anymore. You avoid me every time I’ve tried to initiate something with you. We haven’t made love in so long. You keep making excuses to not be alone with me. You don’t even want to do normal things with me like send pictures or makeout until we’re out of breath. I’ve heard you in the bathroom during the night and now you’re here doing the same thing, without me, your wife.” Your eyes start to water after it all, feeling utter defeat. 

“Cariño, this is a misunderstanding,” he pleads, voice distraught. “I do love you. I’ve never stopped loving you.”

“Then why are you doing this to me?”

“Because,” he pauses, fixing his clothes to have some decency. “I…haven’t felt the greatest about my body.”

Your tears dry up as soon as the statement resonates, “What? What do you mean?”

Miguel sighs.

“Lately, it’s getting harder and harder for my old clothes to fit me anymore, I’m way too busy to hit the gym and more than anything, I think you deserve a man who’s a little less,” he gestures to himself, “let go.”

“Says who?”

He looks at you as if you’ve grown two heads, “Uh, everybody?”

“Well, who is everybody because I’d like to strangle them for letting you think that my husband isn’t good enough for me.” You walk deeper into the bedroom crowding Miguel’s space. “You’ll always be perfect for me. The vows I promised to you will not be broken over something so normal as weight gain.”

He looked like he could cry. 

“Why did you hide you were feeling this way, baby?” you hold his head in your hands scratching at his scalp. 

“It felt stupid and silly. You’ve been doing so well socially and physically, I wanted to see if I could fix it on my own before bringing you down with my problems.”

“Miguel O’Hara,” you say, gripping his jaw firmly. “I’m your wife. I might not be able to solve everything, but at the very least, you need to talk to me. Tell me how you’re feeling, express yourself with words. Don’t hide.”

He wrapped his arms around you, sniffling, “I know. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

You pressed a long kiss into his scalp, rubbing his back. 

“Oh my gosh,” you chuckled. “You were feeling so much internally, meanwhile I was practically screaming at you to fuck me. I thought you weren’t attracted to me anymore.” 

So much for communication. 

Miguel just burried his face in your chest while he groaned, “That’s the thing! You were driving me crazy with your tight little workout clothes and your lingerie. You looked so good, but I couldn’t get out of my own head. I’ve been…”

“You’ve been what?”

“I,” he got red in the face. “I’ve been using your underwear.”

You look down to Miguel’s crumbled up hand and it was in fact your underwear from the night you wore his band t-shirt, drenched in his essence.

Your stomach turned with excitement.

“So this is what you were doing in the bathroom in the middle of the night, hm? Using my panties? Giving them more action and attention than me?”

Miguel nodded, eyes hazy.

“Did it feel good?”

Another nod.

“I bet it did. I would wake up and hear you trying so hard to cum.”

You don’t know how, but his face got even warmer.

“You left your poor wife all alone, thinking about you on top of her until she came too.”

“I did?”

“You didn’t know?” you ask, playfully. “I was up all night imagining you walking out to see me. I wanted these arms to come and hold me.”

You squeeze at his arms on your sides. 

“I wanted your weight on me. I wanted your chest against mine.I needed you so bad.”

You move to sit in his lap, knees on the side of him.

“You do such a great job of being a father. This beautiful change in your body is only proof of your hard work and dedication. It’s proof of love for your family.”

Miguel only melted in your hands, face a cloud of emotion.

“I love you, Miguel. I adore you. I yearn for you. I want you.”

With every declaration, came a kiss to his lips.

“Can I show you how much I love you?”

“Please.”

With that, you took his shirt off and made your way down his chest. You lingered around his chest, holding his pecs as you kissed them all over. You couldn’t stop your moans as your tongue felt across the hairy planes of his chest, sucking and pulling on his nipples. Miguel shudders as you pay special attention to them, sensitive after not being with you for so long.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” you breathe into his skin. You slide onto the floor and just press your face into his stomach.

“You like it that much?”

“Love it. You look so yummy walking around. You could be just standing there and I get so,” you cut yourself off, trying not to overwhelm him with just how much you were feeling. “You’re hot, baby.”

You kiss down his happy trail to reach his pants, his stomach twitching. You tugged a bit too hard on his pants, causing him to laugh. 

“What’s so funny?” you say with a pout. 

“I haven’t seen you like this since we won that couple’s retreat.”

“Not my fault. You were all sexy up there, beating the other husbands with your big brain. It was doing something to me.”

You finished pulling and you could almost cry with joy when Miguel’s cock springs next to your head. The sound you make when you see it also has Miguel wound tight. 

Completely taken over by your neediness and desperation, you pull one of his thick legs over your shoulder, kissing and sucking on the skin while your fingertips dance around the entirety of his length. 

The display of strength shocks Miguel who drips and whines at your actions. 

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” he whispers. 

You cup him while you take his head in your mouth. It felt like pure bliss to have that familiar taste in your mouth. With the way you were humming, Miguel can tell that you were about to put him to sleep. 

You took no time letting your tongue stretch to take more of him in. Your cheeks hollow as you go further, one hand kneading at the thigh you were holding and the other switching from fondling him to wrapping around the base of his length. 

“God,” Miguel’s voice filled the room, the loudest it had been for the past few months. “I don’t think I’ll last that long.”

You let go of him and lick down the sides, “That’s because you’re too busy fucking other things instead of me.”

“’M sorry,” he whined as you went back down on him. “I-I was still thinking of you and, ngh, wanting you.”

“Mm hm,” your voice sent shocks down his spine as you didn’t let go. He moved his hips steadily, dick sliding in and out of your mouth and pudge occasionally pressing against your face. 

The faster he went, the noisier the sounds got. He moved his hands to your head, thighs eerily close to tightening around your face. You couldn’t have it any better. 

You dug your nails into his hips, throat contracting in order to take him in. Even with your jaw slacked, it’s been so long since you took him like this that you gagged more often than not. With every sound of your throat struggling, Miguel shouted your name, hands gripping tighter on your hair.

You could tell he was close by the way his thigh was tensing on your shoulder, so when he said the four words, you took him to the hilt, face completely pressed against him. 

“Shit!” he felt like passing out as he released into your throat. You swallowed as much as you could, but you couldn’t take it all, saliva and cum esxaping down your chin to his balls. 

He grunts when he pulls you off, chest moving sporadically. 

You lick your lips and let out a satisfied sigh, “Finally.”

Miguel could only chuckle as he laid back on the bed. You crawled on top of him, sitting on his thighs with a smile. You rub your hands on the skin of stomach, slowly getting to his chest, “I’m like, really wet right now if you want some more painties to use.”

He growled as he pulled you closer.

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Nope,” you say, popping the P. “I really want you to do it in front of me. Maybe send me a video for the nights you work overtime.”

He had the nerve to look embarrassed as he wrapped his arms around your back, “I might be able to arrange that.” He kissed your lips to distract you from speaking on it further.

After Miguel returned the favor with his head between your legs, the both of you were enjoying a quiet moment together before having to go pick up the kids.

“I can’t believe you thought I was cheating on you,” Miguel said as you were drawing circles on his chest.

“Miguel,” you say, lifting your head. “I pulled all the stops. I did things that I knew you loved: the t-shirts, going commando, the flirty pictures. I even brought whipped cream to the bedroom and you told me ‘I can’t eat that, it’ll blow up my stomach,’ when you were literally in the kitchen taking shots of it the night before.”

“Ok. So I see how you might have gotten to that ludicrous conclusion, but did you not notice how much I’ve been staring at you?”

You clicked your teeth, “Yeah, but what does that mean when you don’t act on it?”

Miguel twisted his lip, “Will you feel better if I told you that your work pictures turned me on too?”

You pinched him resulting in a yelp, “I’ll feel better right now if you give me a shower round.”

He pulled you in his arms as he got out of the bed, “Let’s go before your mom calls.”

You giggle and swing your feet on the way.

After your afternoon of praising his body, Miguel emerged as his previous confident self. This meant more days with him walking around shirtless, more quickies in the morning, makeouts that ended in pleasure, him smacking your ass, you smacking his ass back, and sex. Lots and lots of sex.

Right now, Raul was down for a nap and Gabriella was enjoying her tablet time. 

You, however, were clawing at Miguel’s back like a cat as he pounded you into the mattress. 

“Fuck!” you shouted, eyelids fluttering as Miguel’s cock dragged across your walls. “It feels so good.”

“Quiet, mi vida,” he whispered. “The kids are in their rooms.”

You were quick to cover your mouth, moans muffled. It really didn’t matter because the creaks of the bed were just as loud as you. One change in position and the headboard denting the walls could be added to it. 

It was all too much. 

First, he woke you up with kisses down your body and a promise to lighten your load around the house. Then, he got the kids up and prepared breakfast with the help of Raul. Later while you were out running errands, he sent you a coupon for a spa that just opened up down the street and warm message. 

Now, he has you losing your mind with his hips slapping against yours, whispering praises in your ear.

“Miguel!”

“Hm? Talk to me.”

“I-I can’t-” your voice keeps getting louder unintentionally. He was so calm while he was reaching so deep inside. Your mind was hazy, wanting nothing more than him to keep going.

“You’re doing so good, Ma. You’re so good to me and the kids. You’re such a beautiful wife. Such a pretty Mama. Just wanna make you feel good.”

You felt yourself clench around him at his words, tears falling across your temples. He kissed your tears tenderly, strokes getting deeper. 

“M-Miguel,” you say with your heart full. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. So, so deeply,”

That was all it took for you to suck him in and scream into his shoulder, nails digging into his shoulder blades. His release was soon after, painting your walls with his lips pressed against your ear.

“Papá! You have to be more careful,” Gabriella fussed with her hands on her hips while Miguel was in the kitchen trying to make the family a snack. “You got hurt at work!”

Miguel paused and reached behind his back, fingers roaming over the healing scratches on his shoulder from his last session with you. 

You covered your teeth with your lips as Miguel turned to look at you with his eyebrows raised. 

“It’s ok, mija. Papá is tough!”

“But you gotta put something on it,” Gabriella said with a huff.

“Thank you for your concern, nena. I’ll get Mamá to take care of it, ok?” he ruffled her hair as he handed her a plate of bunny-shaped apple slices. “Now go sit with your brother and watch some TV.”

Miguel huffed as he walked up to the side of you with his arms crossed.

“What? You should put your shirt on!”

“That’s not what you said when you-”

“Hush and go get the aloe.”

Miguel snickered as he gave your lips a peck, “Yeah, yeah.”

Life was wonderfully sweet.

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[littleloungersus]

[writingoddess1125]

How Strong the old men Genes are!

Funny little Headcanon for the Old Men!

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Buggy

• Buggy has a curse of twins. No matter what if he gets a women pregnant It will result in him having twins.

• Due to the fact his first few sexual acquaintances were 'Paying Lovers' he does collect his kids and either has them apart of the crew or finds them a very nice homes if they aren't interested in being a Pirate.

• His kids do look like him but it's a healthy mix- His eyes and Hair Color seemingly to be his strongest genes since each of his kids has at least one of those unique characteristics.

• When he gets with his S/O who he also has twins with he is open about it.

• Has only gotten a few people pregnant but due to the twins curse- it's a lot of kids.

• Buggy much to everyone surprise is very good with kids. Especially babies.

• Maybe it plays on his power trip but having a little being that loves you unconditionally and needs you 24/7 plays well for him.

• Will buy nice clothes, dress them, feed them, play with them and even teach them everything he knows.

• His S/O is proud to see how good he is with kids. Proud of such a development. Will press him to collect/find the rest of his crotch goblins

• Gets a message from a old flame saying they no longer want their kids due to their line of work. How they are 4 and he needs to get them before they are in a orphanage.

• Hauls ass to go to Chi Chi Town to get his last batch of Twins before he got with his S/O

• "Let me guess- Twins right?" He said blandly to the madame of the brothel house, who nods in surprise. "Why yes- How did you know?-"

• "Lucky Guess. Now go get them" He says blandly as the Madame goes to the nursery area and retrieves the two twin toddlers, He doesn't even need to confirm as he sees the headful of blue hair.

• Takes them without a fuss and walks off to add to his growing collection of kids.

• Has a total of 12 Kids, all twins and he's done. No more for him-

Shanks

• Ah Poor Shanks- The Players Curse! Only Girls, He has just an ungodly amount of daughters.

• He doesn't even know we're they are till he walks through a village and sees a girl that looks a lot like him.

• All of them have red hair- No matter what. Curly, straight, Wavy but their hair is always red.

• "I'm your father! Goodness you look so lovely!" He gushes about each daughter and treats them individually. Spending as much time as he can with them and will buy them things they are interested in.

• Still prefers his single players life so doesn't settle with anyone. However running into old flames often means meeting new kids.

• Surprisingly remembers all his kids names, will write them letters constantly.

• Will he thrilled if any of them ate interested in pirating- his oldest of kids may already be working on another Pirates ship.

• Surprisingly large amount are actually Marines! So he gets special privileges of his daughters using their political power to not get him arrested-

• Introduces every daughter he has to the crew.

• The crew Secretly has a tally-board of how many kids Shanks has in the crews quarters

• "Hey Ben! How many does this new girl make?" Lucky Roux called out as he tossed the chalk to Yasopp

• "28nd girl-" Ben says calmly and smirks as Yasopp adds another Tally to the board.

• "28 Girls and 1 Boy. Good on you Luffy" The crew laughs at the stupidity of it all.

Mihawk

• Mihawk will never say it out loud but- He was a man-whore in his youth. A Massive Man-Whore.

• Knows he has a lot of bastard kids. But will at the moment only focus on the one he has with his S/O.

• When his permanent S/O finds out that Mihawk has a lot of illegitimate children they urge him to meet and even help his kids.

• At first he begrudgingly agreed- Only because his S/O asked him. Assuming he only had a good handful-

• He was wrong- So very very Wrong.

• It wasn't until he went out to collect them did he realize it was a good Idea what his S/O had suggested-

• Many of his children were in less then savorable situations. Some in orphanages, the streets picking through trash, even others working as servants or worse.

• What started as a scoffing agreement turned into the biggest rescue mission of his life.

• Once done he had the grand total of 87 Kids.

• His genes being incredibly strong since his kids all looked like him- to at least some degree.

• The main indicator was the yellow eyes- Damn near every child had his eyes. Some had his dark hair or his stoic features. But it was mainly his eyes-

• Is quiet around kids and even a bit awkward. Especially when they are in the adolescent age and talk far too much for his taste.

• By the end the castle back on his Island was actually at full occupancy. Every room filled and some of the smaller children even sharing rooms.

• He ended up hiring a full staff as well to help care for the children, especially any younger ones.

• Cost him a fortune- His wallet screaming at him buying more food, clothes, staffing, medical care and toys.

• S/O is happy since now the castle is so alive and filled with life. Makes them happy

• Mihawk laying in bed before he gets jumped on by kids. Scrambling awake as he sees 5 of his younger children laughing at seeing his startled face and runs off like little imps-

• Younger children haven't figured out to be afraid of him yet so they will run over him. He will be sitting there trying to read while a 3 year old uses him as a jungle gym.

•Secretly loves it-

• Loves having his home so warm and oddly realizes He may have been lonely before-

• "Mihawk I'm only counting 85 in bed-" His S/O calls out. Having a tradition of telling all the kids goodnight, He raises his brow at this as he sets down his wine glass and book of the evening.

[sulumuns-dootah]

Taking the WHB demons (+ angels) to the Zoo

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

A/N: It's my b-day! And as a treat to myself I went to visit a local Zoo so ofc I'll write about how our demons (+ angels) would behave if they got to go too! ^^

Characters: All of the demons + the Seraphs

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With Satan in your group, you don't have to worry about being suffocated in a crowd of people. In a true Satan fashion, they all get a healthy dose of his boots to their behinds if they get even remotely close. And no, children are not safe from him.

Sitri is the snacks and drinks provider. No need to buy overpriced slushies and ice-cream when as soon as you get a craving, something sweet is being handed to you.

As unathletic as Leraye is, you'll see him speedwalking from an enclosure to enclosure. Oh, but if the Zoo has a tropical house with storm sounds for the immersive ambiance? Good luck getting him out of there.

Paimon takes photos of everything and anything. Every few enclosures has to take a break to pick out the best photos and delete the rest to clear out space for more.

Interestingly, Belial - or moreso Jjyu is really quiet. Maybe because someone told him that if he doesn't learn his manners, he might end up as food for one of the animals. This also might be the first time Belial has had such peace and quiet since he first got Jjyu.

Please, tell Astaroth to keep his snake at home in advance. The last thing anyone wants is to argue with the staff that it's really his snake and that he didn't steal it.

You barely notice Zagan even being there. Well, if he didn't leave his talismans everywhere, that is. Despite being practically expresionless, you can see him softly smile while watching animals do something cute.

Ppyong acts like a toddler. In the beginning he'll fly around all excited, happily exclaiming at the actions of the animals. Then he gets all tired and whiny, so Zagan someone has to carry him around. Once he's all rested up, it's back to square one

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"Oh, that's you favorite animal? M'kay, gimme a second to look up how much it costs." - Mammon

"Look at them, all they do is lay around and do nothing and we still have to pay to see them!" - Bimet

Eligos nearly buy out the plushies in the souvenir shop. Can't balme him, tho, they're usually super cute (and expensive x.x).

Do you feel guilty for dragging everyone around just to see your favorite animals? Valerfor is more than happy to be dragged around! Just give him enough time to read the info plaque so the two of you can have an interesting convo later.

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Oh boy is it hard to get Leviathan to come with you. And honestly, I wouldn't recommend at all. The people make him anxious and the fact that the animals get all of your attention instead of him? How he wishes he could hang them all.

Foras is probably the best Hades noble to visit with. He's eager to see all the animals the place has to offer. Also doesn't mind being dragged around.

Scheduling tip: make sure the day is overcast. If it's rainy, Barbatos will refuse to go anywhere. If it's sunny, there's no way you can keep his clothes on and with all the kids around... yikes.

Glasyalabolas will hang around the predators and vultures. If he's not there, he's probably about, scaring unattended children.

A Zoo is an amazing place to release Orias back into the wilderness. Just let him loose to disappear amongst all the other children at the playground. There's a chance that some unfortunate parent will mistake him for their own kid and take him home.

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Beelzebub is excited to try out all the food at the food court/restaurant within the Zoo. If there's a queue, he'll just walk up to the front. In such case is handy to have Satan with you to kick everyone out of the way.

Our poor Bael tries to coordinate the whole trip with you. The whole time he's holding an itinerary with time spans that you can spend on certain sections so you can catch as much commented feedings as possible.

Stolas has you to stop at every stall with snacks. So what, Sitri has a whole bag of them? Those he can have anytime, but these are only available at the Zoo (they're not)

The only one who's allowed to tour the Zoo on his own, separate from the group is Naberius, because nobody's willing to stop at every enclosure so he can read the plaques and commit them to memory. The only ones he avoids are canines bc they count as his family or smth and he hates to see them caged.

Oh lord the amount of times you've accidentally left Amon behind because he fell asleep while sitting somewhere in shade on a bench. Only once Beel returns from his food tasting will Amon stick with the group, so he can spend time by his side.

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Similar to Glasyalabolas, Ronove likes to hang around vultures and animals known to scare people. If there's a night exhibition, he'd also enjoy that. Partially because when people get startled when they enter a room and see him just silently standing there.

Phenix is kinda a hard one. Obviously, in their state it's difficult to go out anywhere in the human world. They agree, so they're content wiht just seeing Paimon's photos.

Another demon, who better be left at home is Dantalian. Sure, he can pass as a human, but you'd have to have him on a leash or keep an eye on him constantly. The moment he's out of your sight, he'll just try to get into an enclosure of some dangerous animal.

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Taking out Belphegor could be actually funny. Get him a wheelchair and take turns witht he rest of your group pushing him around. Just make sure to not leave him anywhere, just like Amon.

Beleth loves the house of felines. He's the exact opposite of Naberius. He's aware how endangered some large cat breeds are and he's happy to see some of his nearly extinct relatives safely protected.

Our floor gremlin Gusion has the answer to every question you might have about an animal. How? He's literally looking at the plaque rn. (*tired side-eye*)

A trip? Bathin very much cuncurs. Actually, why even go to a local Zoo when you can go to the one at the other side of the country? But don't get surprised if he gets a bit too excited iykwim.

Andrealphus spends most of the time in an area dedicated to bees and showcasing beekeeping. (my zoo has it and it's super adorable) Most of the animal enclosures have a stench to them and the pollinating flowers are so soothing to him. Also there's something about the constant buzzing that helps calm his mind.

As long as Belphegor doesn't go, Agares is happy to join you. He's taken over his country and now he would like to take over your attention? Not happening. It's either him or Belphie.

And as a loyal servant, Vassago refuses to go anywhere if his king is not going either. If you end up going with these two, however, I would avoid commented feeding since they could technicaly count as a speech.

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Being there since the begining, Lucifer's seen all the animals on earth as they were made by God, so he doesn't really see a reason to go to a Zoo, but eventually agrees to go when the others keep talking about it.

Morax is the best demon to take with you. All animals tend to naturally flock to him and so whenever you approach an enclosure, the animal will walk as close to him as it can, giving you the best view and if it's safe to, you can even pet it.

Big cat lover no.2 AKA Marbas! Will wait unti it's the cats' feeding time and then just watch as they tear their meal apart (it's usually a whole dead rabbit from what I've seen).

Buer would much more preffer a quiet getaway to maybe do some yoga or meditation, but nobody really asks him. As long as it makes you happy, he's happy to tag along. You'll probably find him later on with Adrealphus in the bee field.

Ooh, Gamigin loves snakes! They remind him of dragons (notice how he doesn't think they're related). "Wow, look at that one! I was that size when I was about 1000 years old!"

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Gabriel will most definitely decline your invitation to come along from the get go, so here's what you do: instead of a trip to a Zoo, you tell him that you're going a place where humans celebrate all the different types of God's creations. If he actually endures the whole schebang is a whole different question, though.

Been there, seen the animals before. Michael isn't interested in going anywhere where humans congregate. Though, it would make wiping them out easier.

Raphael is actually happy to go along with you. The whole experience is like reading a book witht he author's commentary. "Oh, that one was my idea. Can you tell?", "Yeah, I was telling Michael that it was a bad idea, but he wouldn't listen.", "Ahah, that one is scary to you? Gabriel made that one!"

[kandyshoppe]

Just some baby ideas that I (hopefully) will (eventually) draw!

Riddle as a little baby and kid was in and out of the hospital. I feel he was a premie baby, and really struggled for a few years. He’s obviously better now, but a lot of his younger years were spent in hospitals and sickly.

Trey working the counter, and younger Crewel buying something, and just fawning over the cute baby! And Trey being like “can I takes you order!” And “fank you!” As he waves at Crewel with his arms FULL of baked goods! He bought them out, just so he could stay with the baby longer!

Cater playing with a camera, I bet he LOVED being his sisters camera man much more than their dress up doll. He liked pictures cause he can go through them and remember stuff!

Deuce just being a mama’s boy. Helping carry anything and everything, though the grocery bag drags on the ground, trying to cook and burning the eggs, picking flowers for her.

Ace just following his brother like a duckling, copying whatever his big brother does! (Silver doing this with Lilia too!)

Leona also having a nice relationship with his brother, but his brother is probably a little overbearing as many kids can be. Leona is such a cat he needs his space sometimes, but Falena just loves his baby bro so much!

Ruggie helping granny with laundry, and cleaning. Also crying cause he ate all the food, and it’s gone, he knows he ate it, but he wanted more! Oh! Ruggie was probably a messy eater, sprinkles and frosting everywhere!

Jack doggy paddling, Jack chasing his tail, Jack playing with squeaky toys, just Jack being a little puppy!

Azul helping cook, and run the restaurant! I like the idea that he would make pretend food and feed the customers the “special” he cooked up! Showing people to their tables, and helping taste test food! As well as his first Father’s Day present for his step dad!

Jade And Floyd just being brothers, fighting, stealing, arguing, but also just having so much fun together. Being silly and having fun.

Kalim chewing shiny jewelry, and just being a silly baby. I also like the idea he would run through the fountain with his nice party clothes, right before the party!

Jamil probably adored having his hair done by his mama, and would try to do his sisters hair, but as a baby she had short hair and he couldn’t do much. Put bows all over her! I also be as a little little kid he was allowed to shine, and liked showing off to his sister.

Vil just being a cutie! He’s adorable no matter what he does! He probably wasn’t a big model as a kid, and his dad tried to protect him, but man! Holidays are fun, and he does share his holiday pictures with Vil. Not to mention Vil’s Halloween MEGA photo shoot, cause his dad is a Halloween lover!

Rook being in his outdoorsy family, learning to fish, and track, helping garden. I have a headcannon that as a toddler, and he was mad, he would go eat the mint plant (his mother’s favorite) as like a gotcha! He always felt bad and would help heal it, but three year olds don’t think far ahead.

Epel helping Granny in the kitchen, covered in flour, carefully carrying the eggs! I also bet he was a big helper with picking the apples! On his dad’s shoulders, reaching as high as he can for the shiniest apples!

Idia and Ortho! Idia holding baby Ortho, showing baby Ortho his favorite games, and his toys! Crying when Ortho drooled on his favorite stuffies, and his mama comforting while she dries the toys.

Malleus learning how to shift to his human body, and him having hiccups that make him blow small fires!

Silver and Lilia! Omg! So many ideas! I love the idea of Lilia struggling with baby Silver, as a new parent, exhausted from baby cries, panicking over every little thing, ect! Lilia also crying and having to be comforted by Silver on Silver’s first day of school.

Sebek with his little crocodile tail, and teething! I bet his home has a lot of teething damages on chairs and table legs. Bet he had a favorite blankie too! Oh! And him and Silver being friends!

[yeostars]

𓆩♡𓆪 ateez as girl dads / boy dads / or both ;) imo !! {Hyung line ver.}

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Hongjoong- both .ᐟ

I swear, i spent 15 minutes thinking how hongjoong would be a perfect girl AND boy dad.

Like, imagine hongjoong and his s/o have fraternal twins- aka both boy and girl twins. My man would be the happiest dad alive, proud to be the father of two lovely kids, having the best of both worlds.

Something that hongjoong loves the most about his two kiddos is how they are the literal carbon copies of both him and his s/o. Like his baby girl resembles hongjoong and baby boy resembles his mom. He finds that interesting and funny how the twins are literally mini versions of the parents.

Hongjoong, being the fashionista he is, absolutely LOVES dressing up your twins in matching clothes. Everytime he goes shopping with his s/o, he makes sure that every single clothing for both the twins is matching atleast in some way- same pattern, colour, etc.

Takes tons of pics with his kiddos wearing matching clothes. Nearly cries over how adorable his twins look and makes it a mission to make them his little fashionistas & gives them a sense of clothes & their pairings at an early age. Patting their heads in an endearing way is something that is so natural to him.

Expect him to buy matching tees with his s/o too, and sometimes even buy the same printed tee for all four members in the fam, and hang a family photo with the same in your living room. He's blessed to have such a perfect family ^^

Seonghwa- girl dad .ᐟ

See, i always had this vision of hwa being the sweetest girl dad...like, i can definitely imagine him being on cloud nine when he learns that him and his s/o were going to be parents to a baby girl. Literally is more excited and worried about the birth of their baby girl more than his s/o itself. CHEEK!KISSES!TO!HIS!DAUGHTER!ARE!A!MUST!

He's the gentlest and most patient dad ever. he would let her do whatever she wants, would let her do makeup on him and apply nail polish to his nails in the messiest way, while his s/o couldn't stop laughing on how funny hwa looked and high-fived her daughter for making her dad look like a clown. Hwa would be laughing himself, saying that your daughter wouldn't be a small child forever and that he wants her to have a playful and memorable childhood.

When his daughter grows up, she would literally feel like she has two moms. NO SERIOUSLY. hwa acts like a mom more than his s/o itself. literally taught his daughter about cleaning and its importance since she was a mere toddler, was more stressed about her growing up and puberty problems more than the daughter itself.

My conclusion is that hwa would be such a perfect girl dad >< A dad with the traits of both mom and dad. His daughter turns out to be a carbon copy of her dad, no kidding

Yunho- boy dad .ᐟ

GUYS. just hear me out. Yunho's s/o would literally feel like having two Yunho's around in the house after their son is born. One is Yunho itself and another one is baby yuyu aka mini yunho. Yunho literally has heart eyes for his son :(

What Yunho finds the most adorable is when his son tries to copy every single thing Yunho does. When he notices that his son tries to copy every little thing he does, he realizes that he needs to set up a good example for his son, and takes it as a opportunity to teach him basic hygiene and good manners slowly. He's quite successful at that task and his s/o would be impressed and happy that Yunho is doing a great job at parenting.

The most playful dad ever. He encourages his son to indulge in outdoor activities and play sports since a young age, so that his son turns out to be a fit and happy kid.

His s/o notices how their son turned out to be a little ray of sunshine in their lives, just like Yunho himself. Yunho raised his son to be a bright, cheerful kid and his s/o taught him to be patient and caring. Don't be surprised to see him quietly crying in the corner whenever his son does something to make him proud. Actually, anything thay his son does makes him proud :)

Yeosang- girl dad .ᐟ

I would say that its the end of discussion, atleast for me that yeo is a girl dad 😭 he just radiates such girl dad energy its insane- i feel like he'd be quite similar to how hwa is as a girl dad. He'd be just as patient and caring and sweet as him. He never fails to take care of both his s/o and their daughter after she was born. He feels like both their responsibility is now on him, and he never fails to make both of them feel loved and cared for.

Yeosang is the best dad ever. At first, he'd be a little clueless as to how to be a good parent to a baby girl, but as time passed, he feels like all his efforts and hard work paid off when his daughter grows up and calls him "the best daddy ever". Happiest dad to a lovely baby girl.

I can't miss out on the fact about how yeo would love to show off his daughter's skills and achievements ever since she was a little baby to everyone, including his & your parents and his members. He'd be like "That's my baby girl everyone, look at how talented she is."

Forehead kisses while saying good night are a must. Although he isn't someone who initiates physical affection, he loves to do small things such as holding his daughter's hand, patting her head & giving her forehead and cheek kisses whenever he can.

He loves to style his daughter's hair into plaits or something mildly fancy. He loves such quiet moments where he can take care of his daughter and cherishes every moment where spends time with her :(

[000-pawz]

I NEEEED MORE DAD BONEDO HEADCANONS THEY ARE SO SILLY

OKAY OKAY (more under the cut cause i got carried away HELP) also this is my new universe guys so if u see more dad bnd posts, THIS IS THE REFERENCE I LOVE DAD BND

sungho

⭐ sungho girl dad agenda! no arguments!!! i also think sungho would have the most kids for some reason??? maybe 3? elementary age twins and then a baby (i will hold on to this for as long as i live)

⭐ he always wears the baby harness everywhere he goes

⭐ brings all the snacks to every single game. he's the cooler dad with all the caprisuns and cheese sticks

⭐ wakes up super early to make breakfast for everyone and pack lunches

⭐ helps his kids with all their homework and art projects. if his daughter shows up in your doorway in the middle of the night saying they forgot they had a project due tomorrow, he will run to the store at 1 am to buy glue sticks and cardstock to make sure his baby has a project to show for tomorrow

⭐ can be a little overprotective, but he just wants his babies to be safe!!! always reminds his kids that he'll come running whenever they need him

riwoo

⭐ i think riwoo would be a toddler boy dad!!! literally like an even minier riwoo

⭐ when his son was a newborn, he spent most of his time doing skin to skin contact, just soaking up the new feelings of being a father

⭐ supports his kid through EVERYTHING like if he wants to dress up as a pretty princess, he'd buying two tutus on his way home

⭐ very gentle with his disciplining. if his son draws on the wall, he'll show him how to clean it up and then softly explain why it's bad!

⭐ has a hard time saying no and WILL give his kid cake for breakfast if he asks

⭐ loves loves loves cuddling while watching animated movies, sharing a big blanket and snacks with his baby <333

jaehyun

⭐ girl dad to two girls!!! they're a year or two apart

⭐ #1 family guy and the leader of the neighborhood dad group chat

⭐ spoils them so so so so much!!! you literally have to tell him to stop buying them new clothes every other day because you're running out of closet space ><

⭐ shows off his kids to EVERYONE and always adds "they look just like their mama <3" with the biggest smile on his face

⭐ organizes all the barbeques and picnics, invites all the kids in the neighborhood (yes, even sungho's gremlin twins)

⭐ cries every time his kids make him a gift and gives them the biggest hug ever

⭐ also cries on every single birthday because why are they growing up so fast!!!!

taesan

⭐ i see taesan as a girl dad tbh </3 he'd probably only have one daughter too

⭐ reads his kid the most outrageous bedtime stories like why are you reading "1984" by george orwell to a four-year-old

⭐ would let his daughter record a silly intro for one of his songs and show her how he makes music

⭐ takes soooo many pictures of his daughter, like half of his camera roll is his daughter and the other half is you

⭐ his daughter always has the best outfits!!! would love matching outfits too

⭐ i think his daughter would subtly adopt his opinionated nature and then he would be confused as to why she's so sassy and opinionated >< the apple doesn't fall far from the tree taesan

leehan

⭐ boy and girl dada!!! <333 i think the girl would be older too?

⭐ is super annoying during drop-off and probably yells out the window how much he loves them just to embarrass them a bit

⭐ lets his kids do the most random things to his hair... you'll come home and leehan will have a head full of bows, cars, and stickers (you have to help him get the knots out later that night)

⭐ the easiest dad to talk to ever. never gets upset at his kids for confiding in him and always gives them the best advice

⭐ falls asleep in one of the kid's beds every night because putting them to bed is the most exhausting task ever

⭐ teaches his kids how to care for fish and lets them redecorate the take every now and then

⭐ takes his kids on random trips to aquariums, parks, museums (and no, he never asks for permission from you so you always find out in the most random ways, like your son showing you his new shark plushie from the gift shop)

[anakinstwinklebunny]

FATHERHOOD pt.1

TW: anakin being a dad; this part is shorter, prepare for sec part that is wayy longer, also I purposely haven't named the child, basing on the assumption that it could be easier to read (just feel free to name him however you want)

Being a dad was one of Anakin's favorite jobs, but also the most exhausting one. Yet, he wouldn't change it for anything in the world. He loved taking care of his little buddy, watching time slip through his fingers and witnessing his growth each day.

Despite this, there was an odd ache in his chest. It was a mix of pride and a sharp feeling of acknowledgment that his son was growing. Each new chapter brought different responsibilities, but also required letting go of those he once had, which he shockingly found missing

However, Anakin tried not to overthink it too much. Growing was a natural part of a human life, and it was something that happened all the time. He had no power to change it, and honestly, he preferred it that way. A little..just a tiny bit

His parenting methods were.. unusual to say the least. He often acted silly with his little boy, engaging in all sorts of playful activities together. In addition, Anakin pretended to understand the toddler's gibberish language, often having one-sided conversations that left others baffled. He claimed he understood his son perfectly and jokingly suggested that you should take some serious baby-talk classes.

Anakin, being a Force-sensitive individual, also didn't shy away from using his powers to entertain his son. For example, when the child would demand his attention while Anakin was relaxing on the couch, longing for the toddler's nap time to arrive so he could catch a break or spend some quality time with you, he would lift him off the ground with the use of the Force, eliciting giggles and shrieks from the child.

As time went on, you began to notice how Anakin and your son had become a dynamic duo. They shared similar facial expressions, curly locks, and identical blue eyes. Their father-son bond was truly a heartwarming sight.

Anakin had a charming habit of buying clothes that matched not just his and the boy's outfits, but also yours. This was particularly noticeable during Halloween;

You couldn't help but giggle as Anakin stepped into the kitchen. A smile spread across your face as you set your eyes on him, carrying the little boy on his hip.

Anakin was dressed as Linguini from Ratatouille, while the toddler adorably donned a Remy costume. His chubby cheeks puffed up as he clung to his father, making the sight irresistibly charming. It was, without a doubt, the cutest thing you had ever seen today

"What do you think? Pretty adorable, right?" Anakin asked, a proud smile lighting up his face.

You pointed to the little one, a playful tone in your voice. "Him? Absolutely."

Anakin feigned offense, narrowing his brows. "Hey, hey, hey... what about me? I put some serious effort into this costume, you know," he protested.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at his expression. "You're both cute," you reassured him with a grin.

Anakin smiled, his eyes showing a hint of satisfaction at your confession. His hand gently gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him. He paused for a moment, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just cute? Not unbelievably charming and irresistible?" he asked, feigning mock offense.

A huge smile spread across your face as you replied, "Whatever you want to hear."

Anakin chuckled, his sly smirk growing wider as his gaze moved to your lips. "Oh, I know exactly what I want to hear," he stated, a hint of arrogance in his tone. "I want to hear you say that I look insanely handsome, irresistible, and devastatingly attractive in my Linguini costume."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful retort slipping past your lips. "Someone's a bit too full of themselves," you commented, unable to hide a smile. Meanwhile, your little son wriggled in Anakin's arms, reaching out to playfully pull on his curly locks.

"Ow, Remy," Anakin winced as the small boy's tiny hand tugged at his hair. He gently pried the little limb away. "Now, c'mon," he continued, a smirk still lingering. "If you're too shy to admit the truth, then at least wear this." With that, he produced a neatly folded costume, holding it up for you to see.

"No, Ani, I have to—" you began to protest, but he swiftly cut you off, his expression firm and unrelenting.

"No buts," he asserted. "You're coming with us, sweetheart. That's final. I'm not taking no for an answer. We're going out as a family, and that includes you." He held up the costume "We need you, Colette."

You sighed in defeat, but a small smile tugged at your lips. "Fine..."

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[mishietishie]

Papamin Headcanons

T/W: Fluff, bad grammar, pregancy mention, kinda short, gender of the baby not specified, girldad Nanami mention

This is kind of a continuation of my Nanami dating headcanons

Okay so ever since he heard that you're pregnant with his child, he has been over the moon ever since! He's always dreamed of having a little family with you and that dream is becoming a reality!!

Boy or girl? Doesn't matter to him, he'll cherish the baby no matter what!! (girldad Papamin would go SO HARD THOUGH!!! His little princess who's got him wrapped around her little chubby finger❤️)

He'd be so weak for the baby UAAGHHHH!!! Buying them the CUTEST onesies and clothes to take pictures of them with, buying them toys and stuffed animals like crazy! He'd get them everything their little heart desires if you didn't stop him :(((

He's been trying his hardest to save up enough money to retire early so you guys can move to Maleysia with your little family :(((

He definetly carries a picture of you and your children in his wallet, his protecting talisman!

If your child ever turns out to be a jujutsu sorcerer like you both, he will never allow them to attend Jujutsu Tech for their own safety

He wants atleast two children, but he'd never force you to!

Whenever it's cold outside, he makes sure your child is extra warm dressed with a cute scarf, mittens and a cute beanie or earmuffs to keep their little ears warm!

If you don't have time to go to parent teacher conferences, he'll gladly go to see how well his little one is doing in school! They're smart like papa after all

(when your child's first word wasn't 'papa', he was sulking about it for a couple of days)

He insisted onto making a picture book with all of your child's accomplishments, no matter how 'little' they are! First time crawling? Into the picture book! First time eating icecream? Into the picture book! (he has a digital copy of the picture book that he looks at whenever he is on a mission so he can always remember why he is fighting. To come back home to his little family 🥰)

When your child becomes a toddler and can have sorta decent conversations, he'll sometimes sneak in a little dad joke

"Papa? Papa, I'm hungry!"

"You're hungry? I thought you were (C/N)?" (child's name. Also, dad jokes have my heart, could you tell?)

Sometimes when Nanami makes a certain expression and your child's in the same room as him, they'll copy his facial expression 100% (AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE!!!)

Thank you for reading till the end!~

-Misha

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[wcbblife]

Paige as a girl/boy mom HCs!

a/n: So, keep in mind that some of these could be switched. Like this is just me exponentially running my mouth. I actually might do another part. Enjoy!

Boy mom:

Paige would absolutely be too excited for her son to be strong and old enough so that she can play with him. You constantly have to remind her to be patient and to at least wait until he can walk.

She would 100% put a basketball in his hands the second he has his first steps. I actually think she would even do it while he is still using his baby walker. Once he actually makes a basket, she’ll run laps around the house screaming because she enjoys the belly laughs her son makes.

She would read him stories and get too involved. Especially if they’re comics. She’ll be shouting out the sound effects and you have to walk into them bursting into fits of giggles. They both would have matching pouts once you tell her that he’s past his bedtime. (Btw she's definitely the fun mom).

Video games. That’s it. Although you two had a conversation about getting him into video games later in life, as soon as he set his eyes on Paige playing, he had been so adamant about playing that you both gave in.

She buys him a new set of clothes literally every other day.

“Babe, just imagine him in this. He’ll look like a little gentleman.” Like it's crazy how much clothes he would have.

She definitely takes him to her practices sometimes and even teaches him as soon as he shows any type of interest in basketball. (This reminds me...Paige would never push her kids into one particular sport BUT she would push them into an active lifestyle so trust she will always be doing something with them.)

Him and KK would be besties btw. Even when he used to babble out incoherent words, I can just imagine how chaotic KK would be with a baby boy and Paige would 100% not make anything better. “Bababa.” Your baby blows a raspberry. “You heard him!” KK shouts, turning to him, “Damn little man, I couldn't have said it better myself.” “KK, language.” You deadpan.

Once he’s out of that fragile baby faze and into that toddler stage, I get the feeling she’ll definitely fling him around (safely ofc). Like she’ll pick him up and just throw him to the couch or on to his bed, loving the sound of his laughs.

Beach days go crazy with them two. Literally two kids. Sandcastles, water fights, beach volleyball. I get a feeling they go home completely covered in sand and Paige carries him back to the car while he’s too sleepy to open his eyes.

She’s just so fun. Always in an adventure with him especially if it’s really active. Like camping, surfing, hiking …etc.

Horror/Space movie nights with a pillow fort and popcorn.

Whenever she does anything fun with her teammates or travels for her games, her first thoughts are about you and him and how much fun you guys could have. Def keeps a bucket list of places for you guys to visit

You’ve definitely found her sound asleep in his bed with him curled up to her side. It happened when you ask her to put him to sleep after practice but she’s way too tired herself to get up and out of his room.

You think she secretly enjoys playing with his toys more than he does lol. Like you’ve definitely found her playing with them while he's long gone.

She could not cook for shit in the early days of your relationship but as time went on, she learned just to be able to cook for you guys. I actually envision her as a grill dad lol. She’ll definitely wake up early in the morning, step out into the cold weather and cook you guys some breakfast.

"If they punch you, punch them back harder." Mom.

Paige strikes me as a mother that would particularly show an abundant amount of love for her boy. She recognizes that, just like girls, boys need reassurance and love.

You constantly find them breaking into fits of laughter and giggle alone. It's the cutest thing ever.

Girl mom:

Paige is absolutely smitten and head over heels even before the baby girl is born. She’ll lay her head softly on your stomach and talk for hours to her.

Once she’s born though it’s a whole other side of Paige. She’s usually clumsy, but you never see her be so cautious like when she’s holding the girl. Literally sloth pace once she has her in her arms. Honestly kinda funny.

She’d be way too excited and paint everything pink and have everything ready for her MONTHS before she’s born. Before she was born, you'd catch her just looking or sitting around the nursery room all alone.

Geeks about small girl clothes. Especially dresses and little sandals. You have to constantly deal with her sending you a bunch of pictures of clothes whenever she goes shopping with messages like “We’ll have a little princess walking around in our house soon.” or “I can’t wait to put this on her babe.”

Paige will 100% let her daughter put on makeup on her and it doesn’t matter how bad she looks; she’ll walk out with it on in public if her daughter asked her. Just imagine her sitting in a chair that’s wayyy too little for her, hunched over as your daughter tries her very best to apply some of that cheap kids makeup. omg.

Puppy eyes work on her almost too easily. And it’s hilarious.

“Hey…What did I tell you about candy at this hour?” Puppy eyes “Hmmmmm. Fine. But don’t tell your mother. And this is the last one!” Or… “I’m too tired honey…” Puppy eyes “Fine, let’s go.”

She does her signature hairstyle on her daughter’s hair, and it makes you laugh because she turns into a miniature version of Paige. Talking about a miniature Paige...trust that her daughter would literally copy her mother's sass.

Same with the makeup, Paige would let her daughter paint her nails. She always gets made fun of in her practices, but she couldn't care less. Strangely I think she would actually like going through her game pictures and seeing the chipped and uneven colors all over her nails because it was her baby girl who did them.

Protective as hell I’m afraid. Like she will not hesitate to smack the shit out of someone or scream at them if they're being weird or disrespectful or mean etc.

Matching fits. I think she would love to either match fits or color with her daughter (and son too dont get me wrong). Especially when showing up to games and they’re photographed together.

Watching princess movies with her is Paige’s favorite downtime activity. After a tough match or practice she absolutely loves getting home to her angel and just lounge around on the sofa while watching “The Princess and the Frog.” Especially when they either both fall asleep, or her daughter falls asleep and she carries her back to her room.

You’ve definitely found her sleeping on the floor next to the crib in the early days.

Paige in a rocking chair with her daughter sleeping on her. >>>>

Instagram feed would be full of her daughter's pics without her face. Even if fans know what she looks like she still likes to do it.

Paige would find it strangely soothing to play with her daughter's hair or even fiddle with her tiny little fingers absentmindedly.

[mariclerc]

Dad and daughter moment | pg10

Summary: You decide to leave your boyfriend at home with your little girl and they had a little adventure.

Warning: none. Dedicated to @martaaairwin1994-blog

a/n: this is like a part 2 of "family cuddles" I hope u like it <3

It was a sunny afternoon and you decide to go buy some things for the house and some things that both you and little Lucille need.

“I can go with you bebé?” Pierre asks behind you.

You deny. “Obviously not, silly... Also, who is going to stay with Lulu?”

When you go out alone to shop or do anything you always take Lucille with you, the times you leave her with Pierre have not been so... encouraging, let's put it that way.

One time they almost burned down the kitchen making cookies, or one time he fell asleep and left Lulu on her own. In the same way, you had to give even a vote of confidence to your boyfriend, maybe he is a little bit clueless, but that doesn't mean he does it on purpose.

“It's okay honey, I'll take care of her, I promise!” He says and you give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Good boy!” you giggle and you head out of the room.

“Mama!” Lucille says hugging you.

“My little flower! You're going to stay with papa today, is that right?” you said while giving her a little kiss on her cheek. “He's going to take good care of you today!”

She nods happily and smiled. “Okay mama!”

***

“Well little princess, what do you want to do today with papa?” Pierre asks Lulu. “We can do what you like.”

“Paints papa!” She says between giggles.

“Oh, so you want to paint with papa? Let's get to it then!” He says as he carries her in his arms and goes to look for the materials for their colorful adventure in one of the closets.

After a while they had paints, brushes and canvases for their painting.

“Bright! Bright!” says Lucille jumping while pointing at the bright pink color.

Pierre chuckles. “Do you like bright pink? What do you plan to paint today mon petit artiste?” He says while smiling. (my little artist.)

She starts making strokes on the canvas. “Draw!” smiled.

After a while, what started with simple strokes on the canvas continued with clothes and hands stained with paint. But they didn't care because they were both laughing out loud and having lots of fun, it was a nice moment between father and daughter that they will both always remember.

They are not aware of your arrival at the house, you enter the hallway, laden with shopping bags. You kick the door shut with your foot and head towards the living room, a wry smile on your face.

In the living room, chaos reigns... Paint splatters adorn the coffee table, the floor, and most alarmingly, the pristine white wall, in the center of it all, sits Pierre his face a canvas of vibrant colors, a look of pure joy on it. Lucille sits next to him, similarly decorated and equally delighted.

You take a moment to take in the scene, a rollercoaster of emotions flitting across your face - exasperation, amusement, and a touch of awe.

Feigning exasperation. “Oh my god Pierre, what have you done?”

Pierre looks up, a sheepish grin spreading across his paint-streaked face. Lucille lets out a gleeful squeal.

“Surprise amour! We were... expressing ourselves artistically.” He says with his voice thick with paint.

You walk towards them, placing the bags down. “Looks more like a warzone to me.”

Lucille reaches out for you, her tiny hand covered in a rainbow of colors.

“Papa! Paint!” Lucille giggles.

“Woah there, little Picasso. Let's get you cleaned up before mommy has a meltdown, alright?” you scoop her up.

Pierre chuckles, wiping a hand (mostly clean) across his forehead.

“Meltdown? That's a bit dramatic, don't you think love?”

”But look around you, Mr. artsy pants. This is gonna take some scrubbing!” You say raising an eyebrow.

“Hey, it was her idea! I was just, uh, facilitating her artistic vision, you know, that helps with kids creativity.” He stands up.

“Ah yes, the renowned Gasly School of Modern Toddler Art. I should've known.” You say sarcastically.

Despite your teasing words, there's a warmth in your voice. You glance at Lucille, who's now giggling uncontrollably.

“Alright, alright. I admit, it does look like you two had a lot of fun.” You say with a soft voice.

“We always do when you're not around to boss us around.” He says as he puts his arm around you.

“Hey! I'm not a boss, I just keep things from descending into complete chaos you know?” you playfully swat his arm.

“Seems like you failed today, love.” he smiles.

“Oh, shut up you colourful boy.” you laugh a little.

You lean in and kiss Pierre, a hint of paint transferring to your lips. He pulls away, grinning.

“So, how about we clean up this little art project and order some takeout? Celebrate our success in the realm of abstract expressionism?” He says in a soft voice.

”Sounds like a plan. Just promise me finger paints are off-limits next time, alright?” You smile at his proposal.

“No promises, but I'll try my best chérie.” He hold his hands up in mock surrender.

Lucille lets out another gurgle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You can't help but laugh, knowing that with these two around, a little chaos is always guaranteed in your life.

[coyotelip]

wolfstar microfic: sword || wolfstar raising harry pt1 || @wolfstarmicrofic || wc: 433 || all parts on ao3

"Moony, Moony, look!” Before the door of the house could even open, Remus heard Harry's joyful voice on the doorstep.

The boy wasted no time in running to the living room to find Remus sitting on the couch.

“What do i have to look at?” Remus asks Harry gently as he runs over to him and grabs the man's knee with one hand, while the other lifts the toy in his hand. It's a very beautiful duplicate of the Gryffindor sword, covered with bright stones, but reduced to a child-friendly size. In the flow of his joy and excitement, Harry almost stabs the end of the imitation blade right into Remus' eye.

“Hey, careful there, wild lion,” Sirius appears in the doorway to the living room, still dressed in his leather jacket and warm scarf, but unlike Harry, he left his shoes at the entrance. “We've already discussed the muddy shoes on the carpet!” the man hugs the boy from behind and easily lifts him off the floor, carrying him back to the entrance.

Remus, meanwhile, cleans up the little mess of melted snow that Harry left behind with a wave of his wand. Standing in the doorway, he watches the now familiar scene of Sirius slowly undressing the toddler, taking care of every button and clasp until he frees the child from all the warm clothes and lets him run to his room to play with his new toy.

“A sword, huh?” Remus finally speaks up when they are alone. Meanwhile, Sirius takes off his outer clothing and comes closer. “I thought we agreed to something innocent? What happened to all the children's brooms and stuffed lions?”

“It's good to see you, too.” Sirius kisses him lightly on the pursed lips, smiling gently. “He already has five lions of different sizes and three functioning brooms. So the choice was between a sword or a toy potions set, and something tells me you'd be less than happy to have to clean up traces of simulated sticky things, vampire blood, and silver powder from every surface in the house later.”

Remus looks up at the ceiling, thinking for a second and wrinkling his nose at the thought of the mess. “So the lesser of two evils? But next time, nothing aggressive. We'll buy him a small telescope or something.”

“Yeah.” Sirius wraps his arms around Remus's torso, pressing his body, still cold from the street, against his warmth, and kisses his neck. “Actually, I have a gift for you too... but not here.” the man winks with a conspiratorial smile on his lips.

[neoarchipelago]

And They were Roommates (Part 14)

A/N: THIS IS LONG. LIKE THIS TAGLIST ok so, again, thank you so, so so much for the tips guys! it helps so much and they make me so happy! I am so so so happy of the way this story has grown on you guys, the art you guys been making and the comments just make my day.. THANK YOU.

So this is the first time we see the new characters they will be in next chapters as well!

WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, SEXUAL CONTENT, SEMI PUBLIC? FEAMLE READER.

You walked around the mall with the many men running and babbling around you. Simon had kept his promise and taken you shopping. The boys had obviously heard about it and asked to come with you. You had shopped for a few pieces of clothing and now you just roamed around while the boys walked into almost every shop along the way. 

Simon was getting frustrated. 

"Why are we babysitting?" Ha had grumbled.

"Simon we're not-" you wanted to counter. 

Gaz's laugh rang as you both turned to see Soap with what seemed to be a full Pikachu onesie on. You bit your lip and tried not to laugh too hard as Ghost looked absolutely done. 

You had walked past a lingerie shop and decided to check it out, Gaz and Soap had tried to follow you, Konig looking everywhere but the shop's display. Simon had grabbed the two men by the back of the collar, pulling them back like two toddlers. You had looked around before flashing on a perfect little a piece of black matching bra and panties with garters. 

You had bought it, skipping your way out of the store with a silly smile on your lips. Simon had glanced at your bag before sending you a dark look that promised good times. 

You had passed by a GameStop, the boys getting lost in video games. You, as promised, had bought the full pack of Sims for Konig who had been thrilled but decided to also buy him the Minecraft creeper plush he was eyeing, eyes glittering. Ghost kept repeating that you should stop mommying him, that he was a full grown man, a scary predator on the field. You had completely ignored him and happily watched Konig's eyes lighten up as you handed him the bag. 

You also decided to walk into a makeup shop. Simon had followed you with curious eyes. He looked at everything you looked at. He looked even more curious when you grabbed a dark red lipstick. 

"Are you going to buy it?" He asked. 

"Hum… I don't know. I like the color but-"

He softly took it out of your hands and walked straight to the cashier. You looked, astounded, as he walked back to you with the small bag. 

"S..Simon?" You whispered to him. 

He grabbed your hand walking you out of the shop. 

You were tired when you finally got home, almost around dinner time. You had gone to your bedroom to put down all your brand new things as the boys offered to cook dinner. Simon remained with them to stop anyone from trashing the kitchen. You were putting the new pieces of clothing in the washing machine, your mind wandering around the laptop in your room. You had kept Darkends computer. You had not opened it yet after the last time. 

You turned on the machine before walking back to your room. You sat at your desk opening the laptop. You bit your lip, torn between finally digging into the mind of the sick man or simply letting the IT's take care of it. You decided to let your curiosity win. You looked around, most files were encrypted, lots were with viruses. You had to be honest, the asshole was good. But you had patience, and skills. You decided to connect one of your hard drives with a little program you had coded yourself. It'd dig out a lot of hidden files but wouldn't try to decrypt them. You'd do that on your own, just in case he had programmed the files to erase themselves. 

You got up, deciding to leave that to run on his own before walking downstairs to the team.  

After dinner you walked back to your room. You had managed to find a lot of hidden files. You grabbed the laptop sitting down on your bed. A knock on the door made you look up. 

"Come in." You rang.

Simon walked in, taking off his mask. Your breath still caught in your throat every single time.   

"What are you doing darling?" He asked. 

"Hunting. As always." You smiled at him. 

He let himself fall to his knees on your bed, taking off his shirt. You bit your lip, the sight was divine. Did he knew it? He let himself fall down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You chuckled. He buried his face in your waist and you melted, pushing away the laptop further at the bottom of the bed. 

"You alright?" You asked. 

He hummed against you. He wanted to just rest like this so you let him, grabbing the laptop again. You let one of your hands massage his scalp. He groaned, holding you tighter. You alternated in between massaging his head and softly scratching his back. You kept searching through the computer. Decrypting the files. Simon's breath steadied. You smiled down at him. He fell asleep. 

You melted. You gave up on the laptop, closing it and putting it on your night stand. You laid down, Simon adjusting himself in his sleep. You held him close to you. You smiled to yourself, a content sigh leaving your lips. You were happy. Yes. You were absolutely thrilled. And you decided to let yourself fall into the most peaceful sleep you've even got. 

The next morning you woke up to Simon dropping kisses to your neck. You were nested in his arms, he had thrown a blanket over you. You giggled. 

"Goo'morning.." you mumbled. 

"Good morning bunny…" his morning voice raspier. 

You blushed. You'd lie if you said it didn't turn you on. He felt it. 

"My little bunny… I can feel you melt under my touch…" he teased. 

He dropped another kiss on your neck. You closed your eyes, humming. 

Knock knock knock.

He groaned, biting down on your soft skin, sucking there. You moaned out loud from shock. You felt his body shake from a silent laugh. 

"Hum…" Soap's awkward voice rang from behind the door. 

He let go of your neck, now looking annoyed. 

"Yes sergeant ?" 

"We … have to be on base in an hour." 

He sighed. 

"We'll be up in a minute, thank you Soap!" You said with a smile. 

Soap sauntered away as you lost yourself into Simon's eyes again. 

"I have to go to the base too…" 

"You got work?" He asked. 

"I have to get back. Got to talk to Hopkins about something." You answered. 

He lowered himself, pulling you in for a kiss. You sighed against him, relaxing into his touch. It felt desperate. Deep. When you separated you saw his eyes shine with worry. 

"Simon.."

"It kills me"

"What..?" 

"Having this sword over my head at all times…" 

You frowned. What was he talking about?

"Not… being able to protect you." 

"Simon. You're scared that I'll go back to work?"  

"Not scared. Worried." 

You kissed him again. You grounded each other in a kiss, in a touch. 

"Simon.." you whispered against his lips. "We both have dangerous jobs… I am… as terrified as you to lose you. But I'm right here. Right now, we're here. Let's not think about the 'what ifs'.." 

He kissed you again. His hand traveled against your skin, squeezing and rubbing every inch of you. 

"Simon.." you chuckled. 

He hummed, kissing down your neck. 

"We have to get up… come on.." 

He sighed, stopping in his tracks.

"Fine.." he mumbled against your skin. 

You smiled down at him, kissing his cheek before escaping him, heading for the bathroom. 

You were on base around one hour and half later. You were late. But it didn't matter. The boys headed off to their occupations as you went to the IT quarters. Everyone seemed happy to see you again. You had brought Darkends laptop with you, determined to dig and find Intel. 

You had notified Hopkins that you wanted to meet with him later in the day. He had agreed for a 3pm meeting. It gave you time to decrypt and search a few things. You let yourself fall back deep in work, finally finding the comfort of the binary codes and scripts you've been so used to. You had managed to crack open lots of information. About the different types of trades this guy was into.

Drugs, guns, biochemicals. He ran deep into a lot of various things. You sent the IT team all you could find on the different trade locations or storage of the cartel. The more you digged the more you found. And it made you happy. You were finally getting there. 

Unfortunately, what you had feared became real. Darkends wasn't alone. He seemed to have a whole team behind him, keeping a lot of sensitive Intel hidden and secured. You sighed. There wasn't much you could do on your own. 

You went to lunch, taking a break from work. You met the boys, Price patting your head as he saw you. You exchanged information about the mission. They had also found more intel. You had kissed Simon's mask before skipping away back to work. Laswell passed by the quarters, taking in the new stuff you had found. 

"You can still walk away from this Sparrow…" 

"I know. And we both know I won't." You smiled at her. 

When 3 pm almost rang you the IT team. You headed for one of the meeting rooms to wait for Hopkins. 

He walked in right on time. You had intended for it to be a very private meeting. Only the three of you were there. Firstly you had exposed all of the new clues and files you had dug out. When the moment of  Darkends team came, you had prepared your demand. 

"I want my team." 

He frowned. Laswell looked at you, trying to read your thoughts. 

"Your team?" He asked.

"Yes. My team. Remember? All of the amazing agents you have, that I brought to your ranks or that I taught many things to. The amazing hackers that you have working for you because I wanted them to be protected." 

You had taken a tone you hadn't heard in a little while. The protective mama bear. 

"Hum.. alright. That can be done." 

"I have other teammates to add. I'll need full immunity." 

"Listen-" he started.

"You owe me." You reminded him. 

He sighed, throwing his hands in the air. Laswell smirked. 

"Fine." He agreed. 

"I have something else." You said, leaning forward on the table. "We have noticed how much you suck at protecting someone on your own base." 

Laswell's face fell, Hopkins looked away awkwardly.

"But Sergeant Gallegos is currently in a delicate situation." 

He frowned.

"The..? Alright… hum-" 

"Do your work. I don't care. But keep. Her. Safe." You warned. 

Silence fell for a second. 

"Are you threatening a general?" He asked. 

Laswell tensed. 

"No. But do realize that if something happens to her, I will wreck you. And we both know I'll make it out of it without a single reprimand. I will. And that, is a threat. End you." You spoke, without a hint of worry in your voice. 

He cleared his throat after a few seconds. You smiled finally, relaxing. 

"Great talk! Can't wait to see my babies again!" You cheered as if nothing happened. 

Laswell shook her head but didn't comment. You bid your farewells in a very professional way. Laswell walked with you back to the IT wing. 

"It's been a while since I've heard you threaten someone." She noted. 

"Yeah… well you know. I didn't think I was working with an idiot who couldn't background check some guy." You taunted. 

You smiled at her. 

"It's alright, you know I don't hold you accountable for anything that happened Kate. But this isn't about me. Melissa is alone. I can't let her get hurt." You explained. 

She nodded, leaving it at that. You fell back into work until around 6 pm. You texted Simon telling him you were heading home. He was training a bit before joining you so you'd wait for him there. 

The house was incredibly empty without them. You had noticed how much it weighed on you now. You had gotten so used to them, to the noise, to their presence. You smiled to yourself. You decided to take a shower before figuring out something for the night. 

You headed upstairs, feeling your mind still stuck on your work. You needed to get it out of your system before you got obsessed, which was never a good thing. 

Around two hours later you had showered, dried your hair and slipped into one Simon t-shirt. You had turned on some random sit-com on TV and you were cleaning around your bedroom. The little bag with red lipstick attracted your gaze. You grabbed the little box, opening it, letting the little tube out. You hadn't tried it out yet. You decided now was as good as any other time. You opened it, rolling it and bringing it to your lips. You applied the dark red color on your lips, pressing them together to spread it evenly. 

You actually liked the color. You heard footsteps in the hallway, now noticing the voices of the boys downstairs. Simon walked in, knocking softly on the door. He looked sweaty and tense. He threw his tactical shirt over his head as he spoke.

"Hey baby, can I take a sh-"

He froze, hands on his pants as he noticed your lips. You smirked. 

"Of course darling!" You answered cherfully. "Let me just… get you a bit dirtier first…"

You stepped closer to him, lipstick still in one hand. You saw his muscles flex as your other hand touched his chest. He bent down as you got on your tippy toes. You dropped a kiss on his mask, leaving a red print of your lips. You left another kiss on the other side. You smirked, playing again and again, leaving kiss marks over his skin. First his neck, slowly towards his collar bone. His hand fisted in your hair but didn't stop you. He tasted salty from sweat. 

You applied more lipstick once in a while to make sure the marks were visible enough. His chest, down to his abs. He flinched when you kneeled down, kissing his navel, the little beginning of hair trailing down into his pants. 

Unfortunately for him you got up. He let go of your hair, you dropped more kisses on his wrist, forearms, shoulders. Time was frozen as he let you cover him in pretty little red imprints. 

You walked behind him, planting more soft kisses to his shoulder blades, on his spine, down his back. He turned around grabbing your chin as he lifted his mask. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to him. His lips met yours, lipstick smearing, but none of you could care less. You moaned against his lips. He separated, you were surprised there was barely any lipstick on his lips, you had probably used it all on his back. You dropped a kiss at the corner of his mouth, a faint mark left there as well. The hand on your chin kept your gaze on him. His thumb hovered on your lips. 

He smeared the reddish color down at the corner of your lips, pupils dilating at the sight. 

"LT-" 

The door had stayed open. You couldn't see him, but you knew Gaz was at the entrance, probably frozen at the sight. Probably frozen under the very cold gaze his lieutenant was throwing. He stared at the man through his lashes, furious to be interrupted. 

"What's going on-" you heard again. 

This time you bit your lip, closing your eyes at Soap's voice. 

"Daaaamn… he just got home Y/N!" 

You blushed heavily, hiding your face in Simon's chest. 

"Get. Out." He threatened.

The boys ran away. You laughed a bit, stepping back to admire your work. 

"You like the sight? " He asked in a dark voice. 

You bit your lip, nodding innocently at him. 

"Good. Look at it. Cuz this. Is yours." 

He stepped forward, taking your hand to bring it to his stomach. 

" All. Of it" 

You swallowed hard, feeling a breakable tension forming between the two of you. 

"My mind. Body. Flesh and bone. It's all yours. Do you understand?" 

You were lost in his words, you faintly nodded. 

"Use your words bunny." He ordered. "Do you understand?" 

"Yes sir.." 

"Good girl.." he praised. 

He captured your lips one more time before separating, heading to the bathroom. 

You whimpered, falling down again. You were exhausted. You wanted to go home. You were sure you'd be bruised. You had been working for a few days now, and Simon had insisted on giving you some self defense training. You had begrudgingly agreed to reassure him. 

"You alright baby?" He asked. 

"No! I want to go home!" You groaned, pouting at him. 

He was barely out of breath. Yes. You knew a few things. After all, you had been on the run for a little while so you had to learn a few things. But you were not used to it, and against Simon, you didn't even manage to last a good minute. 

He chuckled, pulling you up again. 

"Come on… one more time." 

You whined but got into position anyway. The sparing wasn't exactly rough, but he made sure to get you by surprise each time. He had said it was 'good training for you to expect anything from your opponent'. But you were tired and frustrated. Because even if he was sparring against you, you could feel the heat spreading through you as his forearms flexed. At the way he manhandled you so easily. He had noticed of course. 

You were now holding his arms with your thighs, flush against your chest. You were both on the ground, he flipped you around, taking you by surprise again, freeing his arm. You backed away from him, crawling the best you could but he grabbed your ankles pulling you to him. You decided to catch him by surprise too, trapping his head in between your thighs and squeezing. 

His hands met your waist, grabbing the waistband of your leggings and throwing you up. He fell back. He had probably intended to totally throw you away from him. But here you were. Sitting on his face. You gasped, eyes widening in shock. 

"Simon!" You yelled. 

You tried to get up, but the hands on your hips held you in place. 

"No..nonononoo… wait!" 

You felt him bite through the leggins, grazing your clit. You moaned. You blushed, hoping no one would come to the training room. He played again using his nose and masks to apply pressure and rub you even through the pants. It felt good… god it felt good. 

Your hips started rocking against him. You moaned his name faintly, trying to hold in moans. You didn't know if you were trying to make him stop or begging him to keep going. He flipped you around making you fall on your back as he towered over you now. 

"Fuck.." he cursed. 

He pulled down your pants and panties leaving them around your knees. He lifted his mask to his nose.

"Simon! Anyone could walk in.." you whined. 

He wasn't listening. He pushed your legs to your chest diving down to taste you. A long moan escaped your lips, his soft tongue licking through your folds. 

"You're so wet baby… do you like it when I'm rough baby?" He questioned with a smirk. 

You blushed, unable to answer as he went back to circle your clit with the tip of his tongue. He chuckled at your silence. He reached your mouth with one gloved hand. You already knew, and you obeyed as if it was an automatic command. You pulled on the fabric with your teeth, taking out his glove. His hand dived down. 

He wet his finger with your juices before pushing one finger in. You threw your head back, moaning a bit louder. He pumped slowly in and out, stretching you slowly before adding another finger. You felt yourself clench on them, the heat you were feeling washing away any worries of who could walk in on you. His fingers curled inside making you buck your hips into his hand. You felt yourself getting closer and closer. He felt it. His tongue being careful to lick the way your body liked. 

"Si.. Simon.." you called through moans. 

He knew it. He curled his fingers a few more times, unfastening the knot that had built itself deep in your stomach. You felt your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. 

He let you ride your high on his tongue until you were too sensitive to keep going. He straightened himself, sitting on his knees. He looked down at you, eyes wild. He unbuckled his pants, the fucking sound of it always sent a delightful chill through you. 

You were going to tell him you couldn't, you didn't have a Condom before he reached for his pocket to get one out. You smirked at him as he ripped it open with his teeth, his other hand freeing himself. You felt your heart jump in your chest. He pulled the transparent thing over his length, pumping himself a few times before grabbing your legs and throwing them over one of his shoulders. His tip at your entrance rubbed up and down, coating himself with your juices. 

"You ok bunny?" He asked. 

You nodded impatiently. He smirked at you, slowly dipping into your heat. His arm held your legs tightly together and against his chest. Slowly he filled you up, making you gasp. He stopped himself. 

"Fuck… so perfect for me…" 

You melted under his praise. Moaning out. Once you felt a bit more comfortable, you wiggled your hips for him to move. He didn't wait any longer, his own impatience taking over. He thrusted slowly in and out, throwing his head back. The more his cock dipped into you, the faster he got. The pace was restless, desperate. You chanted his name again and again as his eyes worshiped you. The way he looked at you made you clench around him, your own body letting him full control over you. 

Your heart felt like it'd burst. The tears filling your eyes. 

"So pretty…" he groaned. 

He wouldn't stop staring at you, reverence in his eyes. A sound was heard not too far. You looked to your left, breath itching. His other hand reached for your chin making you look at him again. 

"Eyes on me." He ordered. 

He pounded deeper into you, making sure to emphasize his words. 

"Fu..fuuuck… Simon ! Someone…" you tried. 

"Fuck that." 

You closed your eyes, not believing it. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. 

"Eyes. On. me." He ordered, this time marking every word with a thrust. 

You whined, eyes falling into his. 

"Focus on me bunny…only on me" he growled. 

He moaned, your walls clenching around him. His hips slammed into you, the sound echoing through the room, mixing with your moans and names. He changed the angle of his hips, making sure to thrust right into your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled back, feeling yourself being overstimulated. It burnt. Fuck it burnt and you loved it. You could feel yourself at the edge. 

"Oh baby fuck… gonna cum…" he moaned. "You gonna cum with me? Huh? You want to be my good girl?" He groaned in between pants and moans.

Shit. He didn't even need to ask. 

"Yes…y-yes… please… oh pleeeease" you moaned, way too loud for the actual place you were in. 

He lifted your hips, thrusting deeper, almost pulling out the entire way before slamming right into you. You fell off the edge, stars filling your sight, rushes of pleasure crushing you. His hips thrusted a few more times before he groaned, eyes looking into yours as he came. It made your orgasm last longer, the simple fact that his eye contact made you way too hot was embarrassing.

You caught your breaths, panting. He pulled out, quickly dressing you again. He cleaned himself afterwards, taking out the condom and dressing himself back up. He kissed your lips, your cheeks. 

"You ok? Sorry darling… I.. I Lost my shit again.." 

You smirked, still breathing hard. 

"Please.. do. I won't… complain." You teased. 

He chuckled, pulling his mask down again. 

"Alright. Training is over, let's go home." 

The excitement was eating you up. After a week and half, you were finally informed that your team was coming. You had explained the situation to the boys and they were almost as excited as you. You had not seen them for a long while and you had missed them.  You were skipping around the house waiting for the time to go to base. Their plane was scheduled for 2:45 pm. Only 45 minutes left. 

"Bunny, calm down…" Simon tried in a soft low voice. 

"I'm so excited!" You said jumping up and down in front of him. 

His eyes softened instantly. Your smile had that power over him. 

"Alright, let's go! Price's waiting for us on base." Gaz said heading for the door. 

You grabbed Simon's hand pulling him toward the door. 

You were quick to arrive there, meeting Price, Laswell and Hopkins. 

You were all chatting when the plane finally arrived. The crushing wind made your hair fly. You were so excited though. 

You rushed to it as it finally turned off the motors. 

You waited patiently. The civil plane contrasted with all the military equipment. The small white jet was too normal. The door opened, the stairs falling into place. The first face to show up was a woman, a child in her arms. It was probably around 5. You jumped up and down, her face lighting up once she saw you. 

"BISHOP!" You called. 

The dark haired woman walked down the stairs. Her bright blue eyes were shining. Her pretty reddish lips made her look like a porcelain doll.  

"Oh my god Sparrow!! It's been such a long time!!" 

She hugged you, the child whining at the crushing hug. 

"Sorry, hi Tyler!" You smiled at him. 

He smiled at you, waving. 

A second face popped at the entrance. More like a mask. The fox-like mask hid their face. Their blond reddish hair curled their way to their shoulders. 

"They haven't lost their shyness." Bishop commented. 

"Hey Grim!" 

The person's head perked up, now walking down the stairs to you. You smiled at them as they headed to your arms. You tightly hugged them. 

"I'm sorry to drag you into this… I promise you're safe…" 

"I know" the shy voice said. 

You held their hands squeezing comfortingly. 

"God! Sparrow, you get me out of my basement for this?" 

You turned to the man walking down the stairs. The chubby man with glasses grumpily looked around. 

"Hey Carkeys." You called in a chuckle. 

He rolled his eyes at the nickname making Bishop and Grim laugh a bit. 

"You'll love it here I promise!" 

"I doubt that.." he groaned, now pouting like a child. 

The two last person's walked down the stairs, now looking around until they reached the rest of you. 

"Hi Aquila!" you greeted.

The short white haired girl looked at you, throwing you a smile. The scars across her nose and lips moved with the action.

"Hi Sparrow" she greeted back with a smile. 

You looked at the other person. The redhead's eyes filled with tears. You embraced her. 

"Hey Liza…" you whispered. 

You hadn't seen her in years. The last missions you were in together had ended badly. She was sent to the UK for protection ever since. 

She smiled at you. 

You smiled at everyone, looking at them. 

"Come on, Sparrow, don't start!" Car-Keys warned. 

"Aww look at her looking at us like we're her kids." Bishop added. 

"Aren't we?" Grim added. 

"We are..?" Aquila questioned. 

You laughed a bit. 

"Alright, come on!" 

You walked towards the rest of the squad now waiting. 

"So guys, here's Sergeant John Soap McTavish." 

You noticed Bishop's eyes looking at Soap intensely. He returned her look. You smiled. 

"Here's Konig." 

He waved shyly. 

"This is Kyle Gaz Garrick" 

He winked at everyone. 

"Captain John Price" 

This time it was Liza, or Coyote, to blush under Price's gaze. 

This was promising to be interesting. 

"And… this is…" you bit your lips as he looked at you. 

"Lieutenant Ghost Riley…" you instructed, eyes never leaving him. 

"You guys hooking up?" 

You slowly turned to Carkeys. Everyone smiling. 

"Yes. Actually. He's my boyfriend." 

Bishop and Coyote cheered, Grim and Aquila congratulating you a bit more calmly. 

"Where can I get one?" Bishop asked. 

"Well you know… I'm free" Soap flirted openly. 

You shared a look with Simon. 

You turned to your team and presented them one by one. 

"Well. I hope everyone gets along. You'll be working on this mission." Laswell added. 

"The house right in front of mine was prepared for you guys!" You jumped happily. 

"Let's go!!" 

The team was given time to settle in their new space. Car-Keys kept mumbling about his brand-new PC and how  all the care in the world wasn't enough. Most of them had insisted on bringing their own equipment which you completely understood. 

You had started working 4 days after they arrived. Meanwhile, they'd spend almost every evening over at your house. You were truly happy with how everyone was getting along. Simon was a bit overwhelmed, this time it was too much in the house. 

He found comfort in the moments of peace, once everyone was sleeping, cuddling in either his or your bed. 

The more you worked with the team, the easier it was to untangle all of the information. It became clearer to see there was more than one cartel involved. Two were extremely close, the two cartel bosses being brothers. They worked closely with other cartels. This was a gold mine.  If you caught these two, and got their Intel, you'd be able to take down several cartels. Unfortunately. The new Intel and new information was enough to send the squad on the field. 

The news had fallen as the boys were training. You were anxious. Worried. You were on edge and it showed. 

That night once you were home, you walked into your room, hiding there for a little while. Simon had come to check on you. 

"Y/N, tell me what's wrong." He asked as he sat next to you on the bed. 

You bit your lip, not knowing what to say out loud. 

"I'm.. scared." You admitted. 

He took off his mask, looking at you. 

"What are you scared of?" 

"Are you… going to push me away… again?" 

He blinked a few times before it clicked. 

"Fuck baby… no… of course not." 

He picked you up, making you sit on his lap. 

"No… I'm not darling." 

He kissed you, relieving the weight on your shoulders. 

"I'm also worried… about the mission. This is dangerous." You explained. 

"I know darling… but you got to trust me… this is going to be ok." 

You smiled at him, anxiousness still present. You let him cuddle you, slip his fingers through your hair. You let him comfort your heart. 

The next week you jumped in between work and spending time with Simon before he left. You wanted him to stay. You were worried. Something felt heavy. 

You sat on his bed as he prepared his bag. You watched silently, the crush of sadness filling the air. 

"Darling. Breath. It's ok." He said in a soft voice. 

You sighed. 

"I know. But I'm anxious." 

"I'll be back. You know it." 

"Promise?" 

"Promise Darling." 

You smiled. You watched his big hands grab pieces of clothing, spares masks. 

"Good. Cuz I got plans for us." You teased. 

"Plans?" He chuckled. 

"Yes!" You giggled. 

"I'm curious. Tell me more." 

"We'll have a pretty house." You started. 

He stopped his actions, looking at you. He was glued to your every word. 

"Not too far from the boys, so we can have barbecues and movie nights!" You smiled. 

He shook his head but kept watching you. 

"We'll have a big bed… we'll wake up to each other too. I'll make us breakfast while wearing your shirt." You told, like an old fairytale, that it just made sense. 

His eyes softened the more you spoke. 

"We'll have pets!" You sat up excited. 

"A dog." He spoke, leaving little room for compromise.

You laughed. 

"A dog! A pretty dog we'll play fetch with and cuddle." You smiled at him. 

You felt your heart race at the look of adoration in his eyes. Adoration for you. 

"Ok." He said. 

You stared at each other. A silent vow linking each other in a promise your souls bound each other to. 

"Ok." He repeated. 

You felt tears drowning your sight as you jumped from the bed to his arms. He held you tightly, for a long while. He let his forehead touch yours, breath dancing on each other's lips. The taste of them was a mix of bittersweet and soft craving. Something that deep in your hearts engraved each other's names. He backed you up until he lowered you on his bed. He topped you, owning your lips. Legs wrapping around his waist. You separated with pants and bedroom eyes. 

"Simon… I… listen. I need to say it." 

He looked confused. 

"And, you don't have to say it back. But…" 

You loved this. The way you could have his full attention with just a few words. The way he was on his knees for you. 

"I love you…" 

His breath quickened. You weren't expecting an answer. 

"Fuck…" he cursed. 

His lips found yours again, much more desperate, claiming. He wouldn't say it. Not yet. But fuck. He'd show you. How he had built a throne in his heart where you sat prettily. He'd make love to you until all you could remember was his taste on your lips. His touch in your dreams. The way he made you feel when filled you. He'd bite every inch of you, leaving little red marks so you'd remember him each time. 

He'd make sure these bed sheets smelled like you. Like him. Like the two of you. You didn't know. But he'll show you. What those words did to him. 

He'd love you more than words could ever describe.

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Also... be prepared. you are going to hate me so hard

[nekochan08]

I LOVE when England’s brothers get incorporated into the FACE family dynamics as Al and Matt’s uncles but, I think people forget that France has a sister so...

Here are some ✨Auntie Monaco✨ head canons~

-LOVES her nephews to death

-rich wine aunt

-showers Alfred and Matthew with cash every time she visits

-buys the boys designer clothes/accessories for their birthday, Christmas, or just because. Even when they were little, she’d get them those little designer suits for toddlers.

-Al and Matt always begging to go to Auntie’s house either for the summer or for a weekend.

-she babysat them once at her house and they ended up drawing on her expensive couches and she nearly had a heart attack. She couldn’t stay mad at them though and still brings it up now that they’re grown just to hear them groan in embarrassment.

-Arthur and Francis tell her not to spoil the boys but she NEVER listens and gives them everything lol

-once gave them too much sugar before bed and she couldn’t get them to sleep (especially Alfred) and she called Arthur and Francis because she just didn’t have the energy and was out of ideas to calm them down.

-Matt is always told how he resembles his aunt.

-if we make this a FACES situation then I can see her finding the cutest designer dresses for Seychelles and gifting her bows for her hair so she can be just like auntie.