#glove mama

[kalamity-jayne]

It was almost warm enough to go without a jacket. The dreary winter is almost over. 😋🤙

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

choose your character:

-[Nikto]- [König] [Ghost]

Nikto has tits so big every button up shirt he has, has to be oversized or the buttons will pop off. Everytime he tries something in the fitting room it breaks and he has to pay for it either way so he just buys it while doing an estimate. Nikto who tries them out at home and they expectantly break. Fixing the buttons up before deciding to give it to you. Making an excuse that the fabric just wasn't right for him.

Nikto who comes over just to make sure you still have his clothes. Talking to himself in satisfaction when he sees a whole stack amount of his clothes mixed into yours. Nikto who "accidentally" leaves his clothes in your house for you to keep. Nikto who folds a clean boxer into your drawer of panties, taking one for himself. An eye for an eye.

But also Nikto who leaves a dehumidifier in your closet so the clothes don't smell like shit other than him. Leaving you some scented candles if he notices the smell of your house is "off" cough cough having someone over. Gifting you some bedspray the same as his so he can pretend that you're in the same shitty bed he is on during deployment. Nikto who comes back and the first thing he does is replace and maintain the cleanliness of your house, refurnishing the floors if they're wooden. Replacing the grout if they're old.

Leaving mothballs in your bathroom and closet. Checking on the batteries of your devices. Neatly arranging your cables. Spraying antibug spray onto the walls and floor. Making the house all devoid of life except you. It makes him calmer. Doing the chores and the environment. Just the way he likes it. Clean, sterile and you. He loves you.

Ps: Don't look at the tags.

[vomitingstars]

Papa Rise and Mama Shine. I had to draw them from memory. I legit can't remember what Mama's outfit looks like to save my life.

[figureskatingcostumes]

Cara Tang's short program dress at the 2022 Junior Grand Prix Riga. She skated to Dream a Little Dream of Me performed by The Mamas & the Papas.

(Source: kissncry_pics)

[carpetbug]

Just had a lizard funeral. We have a fuck ton of lizards living in our yard (which me and my family all love) and an easily excitable dog that likes chasing small things (whom we also love), so we knew it was only a matter of time before we got our first casualty. For the most part he’s left them entirely alone, and we really weren’t too worried cause like. they’re lizards. and he’s a fifty pound pug bulldog. but we lost our first soldier today 😔

RIP Warlock you were one funky little reptile i’m so sorry my dog thought you were a toy 🦎

[alexturner2005]

caught a baby mouse in a live trap and i came back to check on it (i was waiting till morning to let it outside when it’s warmer) and mama mouse had come into the trap to rescue it 😭

[taechnological]

if hobi doesn't show up in lace, fishnet and his chest out at mama then what's the point

[danceswithsporks]

On the second day of Bad Batchmas I gave to all of yooouuuu!!

Tech loosing his gloooooves!

I’ve decided to write little snippets as we wait for the boys to return from getting milk. Err…Season 2.

Now this will take place in the universe I’ve built for my fic A Star Above the Rest! Some may be sneak peaks at future events, little glimpses into past events, or things I wanted to do but couldn’t work into the story! I hope you all enjoy them and Happy Holidays!

Day 2 of the 12 days of Bad Batchmas: Tech looses his gloves.

“You checked the training room?” Zirena sat on one of the tables in the guys barracks. Watching the analytical clone rip the place apart in search of his gloves.

“Yes.”

“The showers?”

“Yes.”

“Marauder?”

“Of course.”

Tipping her head from side to side in thought, Zirena tried to think of where else the gloves could be. “Laundry room?”

An annoyed sigh came from Tech as he closed Wreckers trunk. “First place.”

“Oh.” Well she was honestly out of ideas at this point. “Guess that means we just have to get you new ones.” Jumping off the table, the Jedi walked over to Tech before stretching. “Sounds like a trip to Coruscant is in order.” Thanks to Padme, she’d really developed a taste for shopping.

Tech didn’t exactly like the idea of just giving up on finding them. He made a face to Zirena as she picked up her robe and pulled it on. “Perhaps we should look through everything once more?”

“Tech. We’ve checked three times now. They’re not here.” Shrugging, she picked up his datapad and passed it to him. “I came back here for us to update BD together. I only have today to do that. We can get you new gloves.”

In his panic to find his gloves, he’d completely forgotten why Zirena was even there. How much time had they wasted looking for them? Taking the datapad from her he checked and groaned. He’d wasted over four hours looking. “I don’t exactly get paid as nicely as you do, Representative. I’d much rather find those gloves before using a large portion of my pay for a new pair.”

“I’ll get them. Count them as a thank you for teaching me how to do BDs maintenance myself.” Credits were surprisingly no longer an issue for her and she really didn’t mind spending said money on her friends.

“I guess that would be acceptable.” Chewing his lip as he followed her out of the room, Tech found that he couldn’t stop from thinking about the gloves.

-*-

“I’m really excited to try this Zipline upgrade! We could try that wire that goes between this platform and platform 3?” Zirena couldn’t stop the giggle coming from her. “Just don’t tell Rex.”

“Uh huh.”

Zirena stopped and looked at him, was he even listening? “Yeah I figured I could do it naked, give everyone a good show.”

Tech continued to look through his datapad for any clue as to where he may have left the gloves. “Sounds fun.”

“Yeah and whoever catches me, I’ll fuck.” Now she waited to see if he caught what she said.

“That a great ide-“ Tech looked up at Zirena in utter shock of what she had said. “What?”

“Took you long enough.” Crossing her arms, she waited for an explanation.

“Sorry, it seems I was lost in thought.” The way she was looking at him let him know that she had been joking.

“The gloves?” When he nodded to her, she sighed softly. “Tell me why these gloves are so important?” She’d never seen any of the others this worried over gloves.

“When I was still a cadet, I always left my gloves in odd places. The training room, the droid maintenance hatch, even the refresher.” Smiling at the memory coming forward, he continued to speak. “General Shaak Ti was constantly getting requisition forms from me for new gloves. I guess I hit my limit at some point because she approached me one day with a gift. Inside was a pair of gloves unlike the others.”

“The gloves you lost?”

Tech nodded as they continued down the hallway. “You may have noticed they feel different from the others, and weigh differently as well. That’s because they’re made out of a non conductive material that protects my hands from shocks. They’re also made to breathe so my hands don’t become sweaty. They had to have set her back by a lot.”

“That’s sweet of her to buy you gloves though.” Master Shaak Ti was always kind like that. She looked out for everyone and cared deeply.

“It was. I’ve always been careful about placing them down. I don’t wish to lose them since they hold so much value to me.” Losing them would be like losing a dear friend. Not many clones received gifts from the Togruta Jedi Master.

Zirena stopped outside her suite door and began to put in her code. “I’m sure they’ll turn up soon. Usually these things appear when you stop looking for them.”

Perhaps she was right. Perhaps it would be wise to take a break and look later. “You’re right. For now, let’s take a look at the droid.”

The sound of her door sliding open filled the room and for a moment it was silent and dark. Then the lights flipped on and BD stood on the kitchen island. A little box was in front of him and the droid happily whistled at the sight of Tech. “Surprise!” Zirenas bright smile filled the room as other came out of hiding.

“W-what?” Tech looked at his brothers as they smiled or smirked at him. Cross sat in the windowsill watching the group while Hunter, Echo, Rex, and Wrecker approached the two.

“It’s a surprise party! For you!” Omega bounced excitedly on the couch, a bar of Chandrilian chocolate in her hand.

How much candy had she had? The poor child looked like her eyes would bust out of her skull. “For me? Why?”

“To thank you for everything you do for us.” Zirena smiled as she carried the box over to Tech, BD on her shoulder whistling a tune.

“You keep our gear constantly upgraded with the latest tech. The ship is always running at her best.” Hunter placed a proud hand on his brother's shoulder.

“Don’t forget all the cool stuff he makes us!” Wrecker grabbed Omega right before she dove off the couch. “Woah, maybe you should cut back on the sugar.”

Zirenas laugh filled the room as everyone watched Omega. The poor girl was no doubt riding a sugar high. “You do so much for everyone, it’s only right we celebrate that. As a way of saying thank you.” Holding the package out to him, she smiled excitedly. “Open it.”

“You didn’t need to do this.” He never put too much thought into helping everyone. They were his family, his friends. Helping them helped everyone in the long run. But he accepted the gift graciously before opening it. Inside sat his gloves, though they looked better then they’d looked before. “I don’t understand.”

“We had them cleaned, restitched, patched and the lining redone.” Echo smiled as Tech pulled them on. His fingers flexed a few times to test the material. “How do they feel?”

Tech loved how they felt “Amazing, like new. How did you even manage to get them?”

It was Omegas turn to speak and she made sure it was known. “I” was screamed loudly as she tried to climb up Wrecker's arms. “Grabbed them when you were daydreaming about Zirena after Echo showed you that picture of her at the beach!” A hand was clamped over her mouth as Hunter tried to silence her.

A stifled laugh came from Zirena as Techs face became red. Rex couldn’t stop his eyebrow from going up at the new information. “From when the five oh and the two twelfth went on leave?”

“Yeah!” Omega had pulled Hunters hand down to quickly speak. “Fives sent Echo photos of all of you! But all of their favorite is the one of Zirena sunbathing!”

Whoever said having a sister was a blessing, obviously never had actually survived with a young sister. Tech sighed as Zirena giggled more. “It’s not what you think, Sir.” His eyes looked at Rex, hoping the Captain wasn’t angry.

“ I liked that outfit.” Was pured to Zirena by Rex. “You looked damn good in it. Next time we’ll make sure the batch is invited.”

“Oh that would be so much fun!” Zirena smiled at Tech. “Glad to know you liked it too.” With a wink she stepped over and picked his hand up to inspect the gloves. “Just maybe don’t bring these, don’t wanna get sand all over them.”

Tech chuckled in agreement. “Yeah, would rather these not get ruined so quickly.” Reaching over he pulled the Jedi into a tight hug. “Thanks, Zee.” Pulling away he looked at the others. “Thanks all of you. But if you ever take my gloves like that again, I’ll share all of your search histories.”

[kalamity-jayne]

Mama's got a new pair of gloves! Are you green with envy?

[hyunpic]

just bit my lip so hard it fell off wtf

[skenpiel]

YOURE 5’4???? somehow that elicited more of a reaction out of me than the dead bird did

5’3. and also WHY. THATS THE MOST UNREMARKABLE HEIGHT IN THE WORLD HOW COULD THAT POSSIBLY ELICIT MORE OF A REACTION OUT OF YOU THAN HEARING ABOUT HOW I DISSECTED A ROTTING BIRD ON MY BEDROOM FLOOR AT 5 IN THE MORNING.

[infinitelovewiithoutfulfilmentt]

found a bunch of baby birds that fell out of their nest and i was sobbing while putting them back in i felt so bad

[miniimight]

I need more dad Sukuna and mom reader fics / headcsnons, I love the way you wrote for them!!

hey anon thank you! i'm thinking about making this a series, if you guys have any ideas/requests/prompts lmk <3

PICKING UP BABY FROM SCHOOL oops, toddlers can't ride motorcyles! (dad!sukuna x mom!reader)

sukuna rolled up about twenty minutes before his daughter's school got out, deploying the kickstand of his pitch black motorcycle against the rainbow colored fencing. he pulled off his helmet, sighing deeply when he met fresh air again.

his phone buzzed against his thigh. he pulled it out of his tight cargo pocket, answering immediately when he saw your caller ID. "hey, doll."

"you got there okay?" you asked.

"mhm."

"and you're on the right side of the building? that's where her class comes out."

"mhm."

"great." you exhaled. "m'sorry i couldn't make it this time—"

"stop." he says gruffly, his phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulls off his gloves. "what are you sorry for, silly girl? you're sick and should rest."

he doesn't mind anything when it comes to his two girls, not the fifteen minute commute to her school or the half hour of waiting just to get a parking spot nice and close to the doors.

your laugh was warbled over the phone. "at least the car is air conditioned. it's been getting warmer lately."

"..." he looked down at his bike.

"ryo, baby?" you hummed.

"hm?"

"you did take the car, right?"

"..."

his silence was all you needed to hear. he tuned out your worried rambling about how the hell is your daughter going to get home on that thing in order to process. toddlers don't usually use motorcycles as a mode of transportation... and he should've thought of this before!

"it'd be fine if i had an extra seat." he mused, debating on how he could manage this situation without having to call you to get them.

"an extra seat?! not even an extra helmet?" you shrieked. "baby, i swear, if you're actually thinking about driving with my baby girl on that thing—"

"relax, doll," he grumbled, pushing down the traces of embarrassment burning at his ears. "the brat will be fine, s'just a couple blocks away. she can handle the wind."

"..."

the bell rang and the doors swung open, children pouring out of the hallway and buzzing around in search of their parents.

"she's out, we'll see you soon." he was about to hang up when he heard,

"i'm literally about to come get you, do NOT go anywhere."

he frowns, his eyes scouring the crowd of midgets for his kid. he didn't mean to make you so upset and worried. he just... overlooked important details sometimes. not his fault, he's trying his best :(

"y/n, you will sit your ass down in bed. when i come home, you better be laying down exactly how i left you." he warned. he heard your breath hitch. "you trust me, don't you, baby?"

"yes... unfortunately."

he nodded. "we'll be home soon."

"in one piece?"

he rolled his eyes, grumbling. "yes, woman."

"hm." you huffed and hung up.

he strolled into the compound. as soon as he saw those pretty eyes that creased happily when they landed on him, he smiled and crouched down.

she ran over to him, her backpack jostling behind her. she held up a painting she made. "daddy, look!"

"i see." he pulled her closer, holding the backpack off her back and letting her walk off it. he slung the bedazzled bratz backpack over his shoulder, lifting her up in his arms. "what is it?"

"for mama."

"oh. all your crafts seem to be for mama. still nothing for me." he complained with a drawn out sigh.

she rolled her eyes, and he swore he was looking at you for a second.

"don't roll your eyes at me, brat." he scoffed. "who the hell even taught you that?" he muttered under his breath.

sukuna finally stopped in front of his bike. her eyes lit up as her legs started to kick in excitement. she's only ever seen daddy ride off on this thing, now she gets to ride with him?

he swung his leg over the bike, ignoring the mix of distasteful and flirtatious looks thrown at him. "okay, kid." he exhaled, shrugging off his jacket and holding it up to her. "gotta put this on."

she turned up her nose. "stinky."

his jaw dropped open. "i showered before i came to wait half an hour for you, chubby brat. the hell do you think you're talking to?"

she looked at him as if it were obvious.

"you'll put this on now. give me mama's painting, i'll put it in your bag." he said gruffly yet gently slid the painting into her backpack with the utmost care.

the jacket drowned her, the sleeves near triple the length of her arms. sukuna zipped her up and put the helmet on her head.

she started to whine. "stinky." she wailed.

"hush." he hissed, slapping some shades on and holding her towards her chest firmly. with her protected as best as he could with what he had, and with the jeweled backpack strapped to his back, he began to roll out into the road.

that drive home was the longest thirty minutes of his life. he had never drove so slow before.

you were waiting by the front door, running down to meet them as your husband pulled into the driveway.

"oh my god oh my god," you ripped your baby from his arms, tossing the helmet off her head. "are you okay, baby?" you smoothed away the sweaty hair from her face, your lips pursing when you hear her sniffles.

"my poor baby. daddy's never gonna pick you up again, don't you worry." you peppered her face with kisses.

sukuna caught the helmet before it crashed to the ground, walking behind you with his hands in his pockets. he kissed your temple as he leaned over your shoulder to peer down at his daughter. "daddy didn't do so bad."

you glare at him, cradling your daughter's head against your chest. you whirl away and storm into the house.

he sighed.

after many apologetic kisses and a good amount of groveling, you let him do pick-ups and drop-offs again. though you made sure to watch him get into the car before he drove off.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader 18+ mdni, these two and their usual kinks, mention/discussion of pregnancy, Simon in his BDU so... you know.

You have a stage five clinger.

That's the only way to describe Simon lately. He's your shadow. The only time he separates himself from you is to take care of the baby, and even then, he's usually always in sight line.

Most people would feel smothered. Annoyed. Fed up, probably. You would have too, with past partners. But for some reason, with him, the irritation doesn't exist. He's working through something in his mind. Repairing something. Healing something. Even though the day in the hospital is long buried, you know it still sticks with him, the evidence clear in the way he still treads carefully, still handles you gently in bed.

The attention, the devotion, doesn't bother you. The need to reassure him drives you into his arms as often as possible, and when he holds on longer than usual, you never pull away.

The last day in your apartment is bittersweet. Mostly packed up, only the skeleton remains, a shell of what was once your home. You expected to feel sad, mournful, as you sweep up the dust in the living room, but your emotions are conflicted, a turbulent sea of satisfaction and already growing nostalgia. You're ready to turn the tide, move forward, while still appreciating the place you became a mother.

You're grateful to Gaz and Cami for taking Orion all day. They're at home, no doubt spoiling him rotten, while you try to wrangle dust bunnies and cleaning the oven. You get lost in the chore of trying to clean up, distracted enough you don't hear the door click.

When heavy footsteps sound in the entryway, you turn.

And lose your breath.

He's in the uniform again. The more formal one, the one that Price makes him wear for meetings. It fits him like a glove, snug in all the right places, and there's no denying what it does to you.

You're already wet. Just staring at him.

He smirks. "Alright?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm just... I'm almost done." You gesture uselessly around the kitchen, half pointing to the oven door, eyes still trained on him, sweeping up and down, over and over.

He steps closer, head cocked, leaning into your space just enough your body instinctively closes the gap. "See something you like honey?"

"Y-yeah."

"Gon' tell me what it is?"

"You look good, in the uniform." You clear your throat. "I... I like it." Your hand unfurls, palm flat, and he tugs on it, folding it over the hard bulge in his pants.

One moment, you're looking up at him and the next you're being spun around, back to his chest, thick fingers plunging into the waistband to tug your panties aside. He groans, stroking over your clit. "You're bloody soaked f'me."

"For you." Is all you can manage, voice twisted into a whisper, and he rips your pants down to your feet, lifting them out to kick your legs wide.

"Hands on the counter," he presses you forward until you're nearly at ninety degrees, cool air ghosting over where you're exposed, slick and swollen. "There we go, jus' like that." He grips fistfuls of your hips, your ass, and then tugs at his zipper, its echo instinctively rising you up onto your toes. He's still in his uniform, completely dressed, and you stare at him over your shoulder, legs trembling, soaking it in. You think you might be drooling. Blunt pressure notches at your pussy, the crown of his cock working its way forward before he slams the rest in, your scream pinging through the empty flat. "Fuck."

"Simon- ah,"

"I know, sweet girl, I know. You can take it, pussy looks so good stretched around me." He's teasing, in control though the clench of his jaw hissing through his teeth is clear, hips snapping over and over, rocking inside you. His lips graze your temple, breath hot on your cheek. "I want you to stop taking your birth control." You shudder, clenching around him. "We're ready, mama. You're ready. Let's," He shoves deep, deep enough you turn to liquid, body bending to accommodate, "have another baby." The rough fabric of his uniform pants scrape against your ass, brush and burn delicious with a bite, and you moan.

The mind has a funny way of erasing the memories of birth. Oxytocin is a finicky trick, the halo effect obliterating trauma and replacing it with joy. You can't say no. You don't want to say no, and the idea giving Orion a sibling, holding another sweet, squirmy baby in your arms, one with Simon's eyes, detonates in your heart, flutters spreading all the way through to your fingers and toes. Your spine arches, hips flexing back towards his own, and he chuckles-

before pulling out and flipping you over, hoisting you up onto the counter with your legs wrapped around his waist. Your eyes roll backwards as he slides home again, pinching your jaw between thumb and forefinger. He looks at you expectantly. Waiting.

The agreement sears on your tongue, incendiary heat forcing its way through your lips. "O-Okay."

"Say it." He thrusts, rubbing your clit at the same time, rolling you close to the edge. "Say yes daddy like a good girl."

"Yes, daddy." His nose touches yours. For a moment, you're both suspended, pupils dilated, sharing the same breath, the same DNA, the same blood. He slows down, and you squirm. "No, no don't stop- p-please-"

"'Say yes daddy, I want another baby' and I'll make you come mama. Tell me." He licks your cheek. You're barely hanging on, holding the front of his uniform. He teases your clit again, working it slowly, and you whine.

"Yes daddy, I want... I want another baby." It's enough. Enough for a dark glint to spark across his eyes, the same glimmer you see from time to time, the possession, the instinct, deep rooted desires.

It sends you into orbit, head tipping back, his teeth on your neck, the two of you coming together and riding through the wave until it's over, and he tucks you into his chest, cock still seated deep.

"I love you." He murmurs. "I'm gonna take care of you this time. I'm gonna be here." You don't ask about the what ifs, what will happen when he's away, what if he misses it. You just bask in the warmth of the moment, and sigh.

"I love you too."

[tojipie]

˚ ✧ content: first-time parent toji, doctor reader, fluff, brief mentions of injury

“oh— hey! found one more for you down the hall.” a dreaded patient chart is thrust into your arms before you can tell the cheery nurse that your shift is already over. 

“great,” you mutter, tiredly scanning the stack of paperwork as you make your way down the hall. it was way too late for this. 

2-year-old male, already triaged and x-rayed. drove in by his dad about 2 hours ago. nothing too extensive, wouldn’t take more than an hour to get him sent home. 

soft cries greet you at the door to the examination room, a hushed voice— his father— attempting to console the child.

“megs, c'mon. you’re gonna be okay! these are good people.” the older man whispers, sighing as the toddler’s sobs only grow louder.

your knock silences them both, the little boy trying to put on a strong face for you despite the little sniffles wracking his chest. 

the kid is a carbon copy of his dad, donning the same shaggy black hair and big green eyes. the toddler looks up at you hesitantly, long lashes slick with tears.

“see? doctor’s here,” his dad coos, feigning fake excitement as you shut the door behind you. you can hear the quiver in his voice as he says it, anxiety eating away at his composure.

first-time parent you think, cute. always more terrified than the child. always.

“how’s our little trooper doing?” you smile, sympathetic to both their states. the younger boy says nothing, wiping the wetness from his face with his good arm. poor baby.

“fell off his trike in the driveway,” the father explains, shaking his head. he was charming, soft-spoken yet commanding respect. gnarled edges of a scar gracing the side of his mouth.

“can i see? just want to have a better look at the injury site,” you say calmly, snapping on a pair of blue gloves.

“show her where it hurts kiddo,” he asks tenderly, wincing as you take the ice pack off to expose the child’s swollen wrist.  

megumi looks up at you curiously as you examine the injury, exhausted from a mix of pain and sleep deprivation.

 “mama?” he mumbles, idly kicking his feet in his father’s lap.

“no bud not mama.” the older man laughs, clearly embarrassed. you feel your heart twinge just a bit at the adorable show of confusion.  

“no broken skin, the joint is still aligned too.” you say confidently, placing the ice pack back. “likely not a break or a dislocation but i’ll look at the x-rays just so we’re positive, sound good?”

the father nods quietly, hugging his son to his chest.

“his mom was never in the picture, s’ hard handling him alone,” the older man doesn’t follow up on his comment, leaving it at that.

you nod. “i’m sorry.”

“toji,” he mumbles.

“i’m sorry, toji.”

it doesn’t take long for you to go over the blue images. an intact bone stands out against the illuminated wall, not a break thankfully. the stranger catches on soon enough, tension leaving his body at the good news. 

“looks like it’s just a sprain,” you say, pointing to the image. 

“see that kiddo?” he whispers, turning the little boy’s head toward you. “s’ nothing.”

“nofing?” megumi mumbles, clearly too tired to pay attention anymore. shy as a bunny.

“you’re gonna want to ice and elevate for at least the next two days, you should see a full recovery by then but if not i want you to come right back, okay?” you explain.

the father nods, propping his little boy down on the floor as you type out your post-visit instructions.

“say thank you to the pretty doctor megs,” he encourages, chuckling as the little boy waddles over to hug your leg with his good arm. so incredibly tiny. 

pretty huh? you could get used to that.

“fank you.” his sweet voice latches onto your tired heart and melts you from the inside. megumi slumps down against your shoe as sleep takes over, caught under the arms and swept into his dad’s arms in an instant. 

[parisinflamesmp3]

I just woke up what did I miss

imgogin to die in real life