#and clean sheets on the bed and crib

[chewbaccaaah]

Today: made brunch for friend who was staying over for the weekend, we drove to a different friends cafe (not his cafe but hes the manager) for the 2 free coffees he owed me, I went to his sisters home down the block to pick up a thing I left there last week when babysitting, helped her deep clean her kids room (2 bags trash, 2 bags donate clothes, one bag of clothes to grow into) and then evening babysitting for cafe friends kid bc he and his wife were seeing sonic 3.

And here I was wondering what i'd do today after getting the coffees

[morverenmaybewrites]

Imagine Early Mornings with Jason Todd (Jason Todd x Reader)

Imagine a morning with Jason Todd, on that first day after he moved into an apartment.

(An apartment, you think, not a safehouse where the roof leaks and the wind howls so eerily that it sounds like weeping. You had often wondered why Jason or any of them called them safehouses when they never made you feel safe, not really.)

You wake alone, to a room that only has the bare minimum. A mattress so new that it still smells like the store, with sheets so fresh that they still feel stark against your skin.

(The bedframe, you had been told, will be delivered in a week. Until then, you have to contend with waking up to a back so sore that it’s a wonder it doesn’t crack like dry twigs.)

On Jason’s side of the bed, a cardboard box had been overturned to make a hasty nightstand. The edges are ragged and curling where someone had spilled coffee on it.

(It is not yet home, you think. This place chafes against your skin like an ill-fitting shirt. The wind sings a different tune as it blows throught the windows, the roof does not leak from the same spot.)

(No, this place is not quite home. Not yet.)

On top of the cardboard box is a book. The Black Hunger, you read. By Nicholas Pullen. From the carefully placed bookmark, you can tell that Jason is nearly finished with it, and it makes you wonder if he had gotten as little sleep as you did.

Imagine a morning with Jason Todd, on that first day after he moves into a new apartment.

You wake alone.

You sit and you stretch, and your back crackles like dry twigs.

And you swallow your doubts where they settle in your stomach, as heavy as stones.

This is good, you think to reassure yourself.

Different, but good.

You try not to think about how, the first night you moved into Gotham City, you had slept as soundly as infant in a crib, for the first time in years. Convinced that finally, that you had found home.

(Last night, you had tossed and turned and sweated. You had counted sheep, you had counted the exhalation of your breaths. It was only when you felt Jason’s arm wrap around you, did you finally begin to settle. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.)

(Instead of your own breaths, you had fallen asleep counting the steady rhythm of his.)

Even the temperature of the room is different, you note. And really, how can something like temperature be different in a place as dour and as rainy as Gotham City?

You wonder how Jason slept, if he did at all.

You can smell coffee and freshly-backed pastry, and you follow the scent of it into the hallway, where the wooden boards creak at the wrong places and the floor feels warm against your feet instead of cold.

This is different, you reassure yourself. But different can be good.

You find him in the kitchen.

Imagine a morning with Jason Todd, on that first day after he moved into an apartment.

There are dark shadows underneath his eyes, and you know, just by looking at him, that he had gotten less sleep than you.

And he moves in that odd, stiff way that tells you he’s hurting.

(You think back to the mattress, to the way your back sound like dry twigs when you stretch, and you wonder how much pain he woke up in this morning.)

“Morning,” you say, and you wince at the way your voice cracks.

His eyes find you, in that searching way he does and you wonder if he’s cataloging you the way you catalogued him: does he wonder if you’ve gotten enough sleep, if the lack of bed frame hurt your back?

(Is he wondering if this was a mistake?)

His face is a mystery, and all he says is, “Breakfast.”

He gestures to the table, meticulously clean despite the bareness of the kitchen. Two wooden chairs, the paint peeling off to reveal the termite-eaten wood. One for you, and one for him.

And despite yourself, you find yourself smiling.

Though, the paper package is still carefully folded, the scent rising from it is unmistakable. Freshly baked pastries, the barest hint of dark chocolate.

Gotham City had everything, including, in your opinion some of the best bakeries in the world.

Before you moved into Jason’s apartment, there had been one right next door to you. Every morning at 4 am, like clockwork, the scent of their products would fill the entire street.

It was better than any alarm.

You remember finding yourself on these mornings, leaning on the rusty railings of the fire escape, taking gulps of the crisp morning air, as if the smell alone could fill you.

(It was, in your opinion, the best place to be.)

(Have you told Jason this? You don’t remember.)

What you do remember is the view outside Jason’s new apartment: greasy diners that have not changed since the 70s, swinging yellow lamps that made everything look jaundiced, the air thick with cigarette smoke from their patrons.

(Jason had taken one look at these places and wrinkled his nose. You found that they had their charm. But perhaps not in the morning, with your stomach still roiling from lack of sleep)

There are no quiant little bakeries in his street corners. At 4 am, the air smelled like thick smoke belched from delivery trucks.

“Where did you get this?” You asked, carefully unwrapping the package.

Freshly baked bagels, smothered in cream cheese. Muffins dotted with fat blueberries, the insides stained with their dark juices. Croissants so delicate that its buttery surface practically crumbled against your fingertips.

He made sure you had options.

You inhaled the steam rising from them in soft tendrils.

(The crisp air at the fire escape.

Watching the sun begin to rise over rooftops.

Mornings that convince you that Gotham City is the best place in the world to be.)

Jason shrugged, an odd one sided shrug that barely lifted his shoulder.

He takes a deep breath.

“Gas hasn’t been connected yet,” he said, by way of explanation.

That would explain the takeout.

“I don’t remember seeing any bakeries around here,” you said lightly.

That shrug again.

The barest hint of a flush crawls up his shoulders, it leaves the scars around his neck discolored, where the skin doesn’t take on any color. He turns away.

You had the sudden, vivid image of him waking up early, taking the subway back to your old place and picking his way through the winding streets, to find your previous haunts. Carefully picking the pastries you love the most to bring back to you.

Your fingers find his arm, and he visibly tenses.

“Thanks, Jason.” You said. “Which one do you want?”

“I’m not picky. Take what you want.”

Your fingers climb up, gently touching the stiff shoulder.

Underneath the shirt, you knew that it is a ruin of scar tissue, hardened to the point that it pulls at the skin, making it difficult to move on cold mornings.

(The fire escape.

The best place to be.)

“Hurts?” You asked softly.

(Your back cracking like dry twigs.)

“I doubt the mattress was very uncomfortable,” you added.

“I’m fine.” His answer is almost automatic, then he pauses.

Breathes.

“It’ll get better once I get some movement in.”

That’s as much as an admission as you’re going to get from him.

Normally, you’d prepare something warm for him to press against the stiff muscles and loosen them, so it doesn’t have to hurt so much when he moves.

But—

(He answers your question before you even speak it.)

“Gas hasn’t been connected yet,” he reminds you with a wry smile.

You let go of his shoulder, to find the coffee cup he had set aside for you.

(Somehow, you know, that it is the from the same bakery. Somehow you know that it will be exactly how you like your coffee.)

You lift your coffee, the stiff cardboard still warm against your fingertips, offering him a smile of your own.

He lets out a small gust of air, the closest thing to a laugh he has most days. The corners of his eyes crinkle.

“If you want to try,” he said, in a tone that tells you he’s humoring you more than anything.

He sits down, allows you to press the cup against his stiff shoulder, careful not to spill liquid on him.

Your voice is soft as you speak.

“I’m sorry. This isn’t how I imagined your first day at your new apartment would be.”

And it isn’t.

Jason deserves so much more than a leaking apartment in Old Gotham, where the gas and heating hasn’t even been connected yet.

He deserved golden mornings with the sunlight just barely peeking through lace curtains. Waking up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, perfectly circular pancakes drizzled in warm honey.

Not…whatever this is.

The corners of his lip quirks. “S’not so bad,” he says.

He shifts, takes your hand in his to move the cup a little to the left. Your skin tingles at the contact.

“It’s hotter here. Reminds me of Santa Prisca.”

Your breathing stutters.

He rarely talks about his past, and even rarely talks about those years he spent as the Arkham Knight, lost in rage and dreams of bloody violence.

The question nearly lodges in your throat like a thorn.

“What was it like there?”

He turns his head so that you can’t see his face. The flush is back again, ending just at the terrible scar that encircles his neck. You picture garrottes, piano wire wrapped tightly around his throat, destroying the tissue underneath.

You wonder what it must have been like: those early days in the heat and unfamiliarity of a new country. The boiling rage.

And perhaps, the sheer relief in knowing that, at last, he was out of the Joker’s grasp.

(Perhaps, you think, Santa Prisca wasn’t all that bad. Perhaps, there had been a relief in starting something new.)

When Jason shifts to look at you, he’s smiling. The barest lift of his lips that makes the brand of his face almost invisible.

“It was okay,” he said. “This…this is better, though.”

He takes a deep breath.

Exhales.

(The fire escape.

Crisp morning air and the best place to be.)

“Back in Santa Prisca, I didn’t have you.”

[reallyromealone]

Hello there, I was wondering if we can get a part 2 of the alpha Kirishima x alpha Bakugo adopting to mega pup reader and the reader is meet most of their aunts and uncles?

Title: adoption part 2

Fandom: my hero academia

Pairing kirishima x Bakugo x male reader

Type: platonic fluff

Warnings: omegaverse, child reader

Notes: none

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

(Name) was an absolute precious little guy, always following one of his dad's when he could and trying to help in the best way he could with such little hands as the two adults tried to include him in their day to day, currently on maternity leave to acclimate (name) better.

"Yaaay! Good job!" Kirishima congratulated (name) as the babe put his plastic bowl in the dishwasher, (name) beaming at this and hugged his dad's neck for comfort "were getting ready to meet some people, they're your aunt's and uncles and are very excited to meet you" when their friends learned if their tiny pup they practically exploded with excitement, mina taking everything within herself to not bust down that door to see the pup.

(Name) held the Dynamite toy close, either that or an old sweater of Kirishimas that the babe saught comfort from, a quick Google search showed Omegan pups saught comfort from their parents items it was early stages of a familial bond settling in.

Bakugo was the one to collect the little one after his nap, the aunts and uncles sitting in the livingroom to meet him "hey squirt, it's time to wake up" they changed the crib to a toddler bed when (name) tried climbing out, the little one starfished with a cute pair of pajamas on "nnh" the boy grunted as Katsuki huffed and gently lifted him "come on you" the boy nuzzling into his dad's shirt as he was brought out to the livingroom "(name), can you say hi?" Katsuki was surprisingly soft with the pup who looked confused and face had marks from the sheets "awww he's so little!" Mina gushed as she stood up and (name) clung to his dad nervously "slowly mina, he's shy" Eijiro said watching his sons movements.

The itty bitty pup looked nervous as Katsuki spoke to him "this is your aunt, she's a bit annoying but she's not gonna hurt you"

Carefully he set (name) down, the boy fidgeting before running to his other dad for protection, the redhead holding his stuffed doll "awww he has a dynamite toy!" Ochaco cooed and they watched (name).

Eventually everyone began chatting and (name) grew more comfortable and began wandering around as he normally did as he noticed the snacks on the table, things the others brought "oh look he's staring at the (treat)" denki snicked as the babe reached out and grabbed a handful, little hands getting messy in the process "well at least he likes it" Momo said as the dad's looked at each other and Katsuki cleaned him up and Eijiro got the boy a small serving "so how's being a parent?" Iida asked as he sipped his tea, glancing at the pup "he keeps trying to make nests everywhere, we don't think he knows what he's doing though" Eijiro chuckled as he let (name) get comfortable in his lap.

Later on came his former teachers + Eri and Shinsou, the two tagging along.

Katsuki saw the two as his own parents, his real parents and him had.. a hard relationship.

His mom and him never got along and when he showed up with Eiji... That went bad fast, he was seventeen at that point.

He hadnt even graduated yet.

His dad loved him but being an Omega, he couldn't really go against his alphas word but did send letters to him in secret.

After that Aizawa stepped up, using his custody over Bakugo and taking care of him and by proxy so did Yamada, the men treating him like a son.

"Hi little listener" Yamada was soft with the pup as Aizawa looked at the two fondly, Eri chatting with kirishima about her classes and her plans to join U.A under recommendations by not one but multiple heroes.

"Oh? Thanks..." Shinsou was awkward around children and when (name) handed him a Cheeto he wasn't expecting it to be so...soggy "you don't gotta eat that, just walk to the kitchen and toss it" kirishima whispered and the other man nodded and did so.

"Hello there" little (name) reached to the black haired man who had the forethought to have his hair put up "you can smell I'm an Omega" Aizawa smiled softly as (name) sniffed his face and bounced slightly "omegas feel calm with other omegas" he explained "safety in numbers sort of deal"

(Name) smushed his face, a silly baby attempt at scenting "I think he thinks I'm apart of his pack"

"Well you are" Eri said simply and everyone smiled at the interaction.

"Minas gonna be pissed that he's getting this and she's not"

When everyone left, (name) was tuckered out "he sure enjoyed those snacks"

"He's so sleepy" kirishima gently traced the boys face "let's get him to bed yeah?"

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Stay at home Dad | Wooyoung

Summary: wooyoung attempts at being a stay at home Dad and you come home to him and the kids asleep

Notes: woo with kids is my biggest weakness omg

Warnings: none

When you came home that evening it was eerily quiet. The lights were turned on in every room and the amount of items sprawled out everywhere was enough to fill a swimming pool. The kitchen was a mess full of baby bottle pieces and what was most likely your husband's half-eaten meal. You were surprised to say the least, searching the house for the culprit.

You hadn't expected to see your bedroom as the only dark area. Pushing open the cracked door, you entered the room, the only light being the ongoing video that played from your husband's phone. He laid beside it on the bed, eyes closed as he snored softly.

You inched forward, peering around the side of the crib that was next to the bed. The bassinet was empty aside from its normal sheets. Glancing up, you finally spotted the small form resting peacefully on your husband's chest. Both the baby and him continued to sleep peacefully as you cooed in adoration.

"My goodness," you laughed quietly, finding yourself in awe at the image. Despite the reminder that even the bedroom was in disarray, you found yourself fawning over the cute picture before you. You stepped forward carefully, avoiding the items on the floor, wanting to see the image up close.

Like father like son.

Wooyoung's hand was gently over top of your son's back, holding him in place on his own chest. The two looked identical with their mouths wide open as they slept away. They even had matching moles on their bottom lips that stuck out under the phone light.

A sudden movement on the other side of the bed caught your attention. You peeked over Wooyoung to find another body sleeping peacefully. The shape of your toddler underneath the blanket could now faintly be seen. You held back a giggle as you noticed her foot placed right up against the side of her father's face. It took all the power in you not to take a picture, afraid the flash of a camera would wake them. There wasn't enough lighting to be able to see every detail either, so you settled at quietly escaping the room.

You began to work in the kitchen, finding the mess to be a bit easier. The food had gone bad for sitting out too long and the bottles just needed to be tossed in the electric cleaner, a courtesy gift from your mother-in-law, and you'd be practically finished with one room already. Just as you had completed that task, ready to move onto the living room, you were greeted by a sleepy figure.

"Welcome home," Woo yawned out, smiling sleepily at you.

You smiled back. "You're up?"

"Yeah, a certain smell woke me." He scrunched his nose up at the memory of your daughter's foot in his face. "I put the baby back in the crib."

You shuffled through a few toys, tossing them into their separate bins, Wooyoung also sitting on the rug and helping. "I'm surprised you managed to get him to sleep, he's been very colicky."

He nodded softly, still a bit tired. "I rubbed at his belly for awhile and it seemed to help."

The two of you sat in silence after, organizing a handful of things and leaving some for the morning. It was late, you both were tired, and it wasn't going to be long before one of your two children would wake. In order to get a nice warm shower, you needed to be quick.

After some time you managed to clean most of the house into decent shape again. Wooyoung was apologizing profusely, mentioning several times how he wanted it to be clean when you got home. But the story of how your toddler was adamant that the house wasn't clean spoke for itself. He finally accepted fate and let her tire herself out, leaving the house in disarray.

You gathered some items to change into while Woo moved your daughter into her own room. Thankfully, she stayed asleep as you both tip-toed about. He allowed you an escape as you rushed to take that relaxing shower you dreamt about all day.

"Come here," Wooyoung called out to you when you left the bathroom all fresh and changed. He sat on your shared bed, arms out expectantly as his lips formed a sweet pout. "I've been craving your cuddles."

Your heart melted once more for him, caving in quickly as you jumped into his grasp. You snuggled close, head dipping down into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "Me too, " you mumbled quietly. "I've been dying to hold you."

He hummed a soft tune, hands grazing down the back of your head. The tender movements started to feel familiar as the gentle strokes to your hair turned into pats on your back. You felt his body relax against the mattress, the song becoming quieter and quieter every second.

"I feel like our son," you murmured, trying not to laugh as your husband's pats became faint. "You're singing me to sleep."

Your words were spoken into the dark bedroom but with no response. Wooyoung had already fallen fast asleep again, the exhaust from the day draining all his energy. You were glad there was at least a bit of his affection saved for you before the night ended. Finally, you drifted off in your own peacefully sleeping state, heart swelling with happiness.

[moo-blogging]

Nothing in my head but Levi being the perfect husband and father.

You thought you were prepared for your little one to come into your lives, but the troubles, the accidents, and the sudden outbrusts caught you off guard. You imagined the quiet, peaceful, loving hours with your newborn. But your body ached and sore, you were bleeding from under, and your baby required a lot of attention.

Soon, it had been 5 months and you finally got hold of your baby. You could recognise the cries (hungry, soiled diapers, in pain/discomfort). It took a tol on your body and mind. You loved your baby, but you weren't so sure you loved yourself anymore. Your hair was mostly oily and messy. Your clothes now dotted with patches of vomitted milk, and you were sure you permanently smell like poop.

Levi watched as you struggled with motherhood. He tried his best to help you every day before and after work. He gave you hugs every night before bed, but you almost always fell asleep before Levi could soothe you with his loving words of affirmation. Even if you managed to stay awake, you would mumble, "I had to, I'm a mom now."

It was a rainy evening that day. Levi did the dishes and you finally put baby to sleep. The house was cool. The soft patting sound of the rain falling on the roof created a relaxing melody. It was peaceful in the house. You sat on your bed, folding the endless laundry. Levi came in and ushered you to take a shower.

"Wash your hair, Y/n. I want to dry your hair tonight." Levi gently pushed you into the bathroom. You took a long shower, scrubing your skin and washing your oily hair 3 times. You finally managed to do your full facial routine and changed into clean pyjamas that Levi picked for you. You came out from the shower, feeling like a new person. You were shocked as you saw Levi had changed the sheets and lit a therapeutic candle.

Sitting in the living room, Levi was drying your hair with a towel for you as you shared a heartwarming conversation about his work, baby's day, and your future plan. Levi was supportive of you and all the decisions you decided to do. When he was done, you lifted your head and he planted a kiss on your forehead.

Levi tiptoed around the house, making sure the doors and windows were locked while you brought clean milk bottles from the kitchen into your bedroom. You checked on your baby out of habit. You felt this unexplainable warmth in your heart as you watched your baby. The same hair colour as Levi's, rosy chubby cheeks moving softly with every breath, and the small fist that grabbed onto the little blanket given by the Survey Corps.

Levi locked the bedroom door and stood with you for a while, watching the baby too. You leaned against him, your palms finding each other. Levi brushed his thumb on the back of your palm. You both exhaled with relief and bliss. "C'mon," Levi pulled you away from the crib.

You crawled onto the bed, smelling the clean sheets and calming scent of your favourite flower. The candle had burnt out, but the scent remained. Your bodies found each other naturally, like two pieces of Yin and Yang. Levi rested his chin on your head, while your face fitted perfectly at his collarbones. "You know, " Levi's voice was hoarse, he cleared his throat, "you know we haven't cuddle in months. You always fell asleep first, or you felt too hot." It was true, your hormones were a mess. And you felt dirty.

"I missed you," Levi pulled you closer. "I missed you too, Levi. I'm sorry I couldn't do better." You signed. "Don't apologise, Y/n. I have decided to take some time off from work and take care of baby with you. I want you to be able to do what you want and I want to spend time with baby too. I really want to be a father.." You knew how much Levi wanted to be the father he never had, and you appreciated how much effort he was putting in.

You tilted your head and kissed his lower chin, "thank you, Levi. You'll be an amazing dad, I know you will. We'll make this work together." Levi responded your kiss with a kiss on your nose, "can't do this without you, Y/n. Goodnight, my love."

[darklydreamingdaddydom]

He could tell his girlfriend was getting quite stressed from work and school…  She never seemed to get a break.  So he waited until she had a solid 5 days of nothing..  With no one or thing to worry about.

    A lot of planning was involved, he cleaned out an old storage room and put in a crib with plastic sheets and cuffs on each corner of the bed (good for changing naughty rebellious little girls who wet and mess themselves.)  

    There was a cabinet, filled with diapers, powder, wipes, and cute little outfits that made her look like a 3 year old..  There were also paddles, vibrators, rope, cuffs, and crops etc. depending on how bad his little girl decided to be.

    Finally it was time..  She came home from work with a sigh of relief..  He handed her cranberry juice with laxatives and diuretics.  Soon enough she would realize that she needs diapers, and Daddy’s guidance.

    “Sweetie, I want to talk to you about something..  I know things have been so stressful for you, and I want to help.  Let me take care of you this weekend, so you can just relax.”  She loved the idea of that, it sounded perfect to her…  Little did she know what was actually in store for her.

    Some time had gone by, and she was beginning to get a bit suspicious…  Why did he keep feeding her snacks and drinks?  She had all ready had so much, but she didn’t want to disappoint him..  Suddenly a need to pee washed over her and she doubled over trying to hold it.  

    “What’s wrong baby?”  I asked, as I pulled her onto my lap.  “I’m not a baby,” she responded rather indignantly.  “Now let me up, I need to use the bathroom.”  She squirmed in my lap as I held her in my arms, she gave me a strange look as she struggled.  “Listen baby girl, I’m going to take care of you this weekend, but you’re going to have to follow some rules…  Rule number 1, bathroom off limits.”

    “You’ve gone crazy, haven’t you?”  She asks in disbelief, the pressure growing in her bladder.  “Crazy for you little girl,” I teased as I began to tickle her.  Now she really began to squirm and writhe about, but suddenly froze as I felt my own crotch begin to get soaked, with a steady *drip drip* on the floor.  

    “Oh my God, Sarah, didn’t you just say that you weren’t a baby?”  She was didn’t know how to process what happened, red in the face and utterly humiliated..  She just wanted to hide, she couldn’t believe that she just wet herself, now she was soaked.

    “C’mon sweetie, lets get you cleaned up.”  Before she knew it she was being carried in his arms..  She really did feel like a baby in that moment, and it was kind of nice knowing that he was there to take care of her..  But then she saw it.  He opened a door to what looked like an adult nursery.  

    Before she could say anything he had laid her down and began locking her ankles and wrists into the cuffs attached to the four corners of her crib.  That’s right, her crib, because she was the only one in sight who wet themselves like a toddler.

    “What are you doing?!”  She yelled and she flailed about against her cuffs.  Relax sweetie, this is for your own good..  You need to give this a chance, the cuffs are just in the beginning to help you settle in..  They may be used as punishment in the future if you’re going to be a naughty little brat.  “Are you fucking crazy?!”  She yelled.  He gave her a hard swat on her butt, and that was enough for her to go quiet, with just a small whimper, as she looked up with pleading eyes.

    He began to cut her clothes off of her, until she was completely naked.  The look in her eyes betrayed her, was she secretly enjoying this all ready?  Could she finally give up control to someone else?  He did make her feel safe, even though she was completely helpless now.  But then she saw it, he pulled out a thick diaper from the cabinet, and her face grew more red then he had ever seen.

    “What are you doing with that?..  Please no..”  She begged, and she lifted her cute little ass for him without even thinking.  Before she knew it he had expertly taped the thick diaper in place between her legs.  She couldn’t help but press her diapered butt against the changing pad bringing it back and forth as the diaper rubbed against her princess parts, making her moan.  She felt so humiliated and helpless, why was it turning her on so much?

    He slapped her diapered but again, and told her no cumming without permission was rule number 2.  She pouted and looked up at him, about to plead for a second time before she caught herself..  She didn’t want to be in diapers!  This was ridiculous!

    “You’re going to behave, right baby?”  He let her out of her restraints, and lifted her onto his hip, carrying her back over to the couch.  He pulled a sheet off the couch, which turned out to be waterproof.  Important when you have a leaky baby to take care of.  Into the wash it went, to be ready again in a few hours when her diaper is at its leaking point.  

    He held her in his lap again, giving her soft kisses and rocking her..  She was still trying to get over the fact that her Daddy was holding her in nothing but a diaper, when she felt a sudden intense pressure in her bowels.  She blushed at the thought of calling him Daddy, and began to squirm.  “Please let me up, I really need to go.”

    “That’s what your diapers are for sweetie, just relax and let go”  She wasn’t having it though.  She kept trying to fight and even buck against him as he held her down in his lap.  It was to no avail, she couldn’t struggle and hold it..  She felt herself losing control, blushing as she let farted and her belly growled and grumbled.  She stopped struggling and focused all of her might on holding it in.

    She began to cry as the mess forced its way out of her and filled the back of her diaper.  It just kept coming as she grunted and struggled to push it into her tight diaper.  She was utterly exhausted and spent by the end, and a complete mess.  Makeup down her face from crying, and the fullest diaper she could imagine.  She began wetting herself, but didn’t even care at this point.  She just tried to hide in his arms, really feeling like a baby for the first time.

    He patted her mushy diaper, pressing it into her..  She didn’t even try to stop him any more.  “You’re such a good girl, you’ve gone through a lot baby..  Lets get you cleaned up with a bath and then get you in a fresh diaper.  Then we can curl up and watch a movie.

    She sighed as he was carrying her again.  She was humiliated, but she knew she was in good hands..  She would never admit it, but she might be enjoying this after all.

[politemenacephd]

A Winter Stroll

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader (ft. baby Gabriella)

Short AU where you and Miguel take your baby Gabi for a stroll in the park while its cold. Pure romantic fluff.

Word count: 1992

‘Hey, are you sure she’s covered?’

You glanced up and watched your breath turn to smoke in the air, its haze obscuring the face now glancing down at you from above. You watched it dissipate.

Miguel was staring down at you, his gloved hands manically rubbing against each other as he tried to warm them up.

‘Hmm? You mean Gabi?’

You turned from your beloved partner to what you'd been pushing; a clean, padded purple stroller that you’d only just bought, currently carrying the most precious cargo in the world to you both.

Little Gabi peeked out from beneath her coverings, her big brown eyes blinking against the cold. You instinctively bent down to check on her.

‘Hey, baby girl. You okay?’

You’d decided to take a small break and go on a walk in the local park, just something to get Miguel out and about. He was usually so restless but since Gabi was born he’d been nearly bed bound, utterly fixed to her side. His favourite thing was to spoon you beneath the sheets in your shared bed while facing Gabi’s crib, watching the mobile spin as she gurgled and cooed, holding you all in his grip and never letting go. If he had the chance he’d do that until the end of time.

But you insisted he at least get some movement into his day, and so he’d agreed to this short stroll, not realizing just how chilly it still was.

It was the kind of cold you could smell. When you breathed in through the nose it stung just a little, and all you could really scent was the ice on the grass.

Because of this the park was almost empty, spare for one woman and her dog in the distance, and the trees were bare and dark. The sky was empty and blue, like a still ocean in a timeless void. The world had been coated in a kind of dull, muted sheen, a dreamlike dullness.

Everything was still, quiet, sleeping. The grass crunched underfoot, and your shoes made little echoing clacks on the hard pavement when you walked across it. There was no sound but the single chirping of a robin somewhere nearby.

It was serene, to you, but to Miguel it was a little bit terrifying.

‘Gabi’s fine’ you insisted, gently reaching down to show her. She was utterly bundled in blankets and was wearing her oversized little parka onesie in his favourite shade of purple, and the only thing you could see was her little nose and her big eyes. She was blinking slowly, too young to really see but too curious to sleep.

Miguel curled his lip, his brows knotting against his will. ‘Mm- let me, just, check her again, please? Mi tesoro?’

‘Oh Miggy, you—okay, okay. You check her all you want.’

You graciously stepped aside for him to bend over, and he did, though not before giving your cold nose a quick kiss. You giggled at his insistence.

The moment he got close to Gabi his face lit up. Those old, worn, tired lines seemed to melt away in her presence. He looked so much younger.

With her father now in her line of sight Gabi’s eyes suddenly locked on. She focused in on his face and warbled softly.

‘Hola, mi amor’ he whispered. Gabi garbled a little louder in response.

When he smiled his breath condensed around his bared fangs, a soft white mist that highlighted the pearly sheen of his teeth. You saw the little wrinkles by his eyes when he smiled, the sign of a man who was gleefully exhausted.

‘Ah, mi bebita. ¿Tienes frío?’

Gabi gurgled beneath her pile of blankets. She managed to get one tiny fist free but Miguel immediately tucked it back in, though he did pause to admire how small it looked in his own enormous hand. Her little fist barely covered his thumb.

‘Sweetheart, she can’t talk yet’ you gently reminded him. You bent until you were at the same height, gently easing him away from the object of his obsession. His eyes were wide beneath the stray locks of his hair, big and soft and red.

‘I- I know, that, but—’

‘Mhm. You always say you know, and yet, you just keep doing it.’ You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, and despite his awkwardness he smiled back.

‘I just want to be sure she’s okay’ he whispered. With your smile still straining your cheeks you gently bumped your temple against his.

‘I know. But you know I want that too, right?’

‘Of course, mi tesoro! I wasn’t suggesting otherwise.’

‘Mhm. I know, but, consider, that constantly asking if she’s warm enough, it—’

You held out your hand to prompt him, and he begrudgingly shrugged. ‘It- sounds like I don’t trust you to do a good enough job.’

‘There you go. You know you’re very smart, you should be a scientist maybe. Have you thought about that?’

‘Aha, funny. Diablilla.’

You giggled as he gently clacked his fangs on your cheek.

‘You wanna keep going? We can turn back if you really want, in all honesty I don’t want to freak you out’ you said.

Miguel shook his head. ‘No, no, you’re right. She’s fine. You know best, as always.’

‘Oh my god- you big suck up’ you teasingly chided.

‘Mhm. Happily. The most beautiful creature in the world’ he said, his finger lightly brushing your cheek. You snorted in reply.

‘I don’t know about that. My- nose is running into my scarf, and my hair—’

Your list of complaints was stifled as Miguel put a single finger to your lips, smooshing them shut. With his gaze fixed on your's he then gently pulled up his sleeve and wiped your nose clean.

‘Beautiful’ he repeated, without a shadow of doubt or hesitation.

Despite the cold, you felt your body burning up.

‘Alright, you—come on, let’s go’ you said, trying to cover how coy you’d suddenly gotten. Miguel hid his smug smile at having very much already noticed it.

With his fears now quelled you both pulled back and continued walking, with your hands on the stroller and Miguel’s arm around your waist. He squeezed you tight to his side. Your head was squished against his pec beneath his jacket, and the woven material was soft against your cold skin. You relished the feeling.

‘Do you think it’s likely to snow soon?’ Miguel asked as you rounded the corner to the pond. You noticed that a light sheen of ice was covering the water.

‘Mm- if I had to give an educated guess… Probably?’ You hunched both shoulders as you weight the option with both hands.

‘Mm. I can’t wait till she’s older. It’ll be so nice to take her out when she can enjoy the snow’ Miguel said with a dreamy sigh.

‘Oh my god- I’m sorry, did you just said you can’t wait till she’s older?’

Your scoffing drew Miguel’s eyes back to you. He looked surprised. ‘Hm? Yes. Why, is that, strange?’ he asked.

‘For you? The man who almost cried when she didn’t fit into her very first onesie, the one she was put into when she was born? Yeah, it’s strange.’

‘Hey, don’t be mean. That’s different’ he insisted.

‘No, no it's not. You’re going to lament her getting older at every turn.’

‘Well- that's natural, isn't it? She’s just so- small’ he objected, trying his best to seem stoic while clearly whining. You felt his claws coming out as he squeezed you a little closer. ‘She’s my baby.'

‘And she’ll be your baby whether she’s one month old, or one year old, or thirty years old, or- god, eighty years old, you big soppy idiot’ you lightly teased, raising one hand to grab his thickset jaw. You squished his cheeks with your thumb and fingers and shook him until he chuckled.

‘Okay. Okay. Point taken. But I mean it, it’ll be nice to see if she enjoys the snow’ Miguel said.’

‘Oh it’ll be great. I bet she’ll be a real wild card, I think she’ll like snowball fights. She’ll beat our asses some day.’

‘You think so?’

‘Oh I KNOW so, she’s her father’s daughter. A menace.’

‘Menace? No, not my bebita, she’s itty bitty’ Miguel insisted. You just kept giggling.

‘Mm, no, nope, no, menace. Little menace.’

You bent and gently waved your fingers on Gabi’s cheeks as she cooed, a sound that never failed to melt your heart.

‘Menace’ you repeated affectionately. ‘Our little menace.’

For a little while longer you enjoyed the cold in peace and quiet. You were comfortable being quiet with Mig, or by letting your actions speak for you. Every little bump of your head into his bicep, every squeeze of his hand, each time he silently checked if your nose was close and subsequently kissed it. That was all enough.

But as you rounded towards the end of your walk, that silence ended.

‘Hey, I uh—’

Miguel coughed to catch your attention, drawing you to look at him again. He was avoiding your gaze now, which you found a little odd, with his free hand gently rubbing his jaw.

‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Of course, beautiful man. You go right ahead.’

You returned to watching the pathway ahead as you waited for Miguel to speak. He coughed a second time to pluck up his courage, a sight that was strange for such an imposing man.

‘Ah- can—can we have another one?’ he whispered.

You almost tripped over your own feet in shock.

‘Ah, shit— sweetheart, are you okay?!’ Miguel moved fast to stabilize you that his claws expanded. You shot him an incredulous look.

‘Mig- Miguel, she is three months old!’ you hissed. ‘What do you mean another one?!’

‘I just meant, you’re- you make such beautiful babies’ he whispered, his voice as low as possible while remaining just as intense as if he’d shouted. You felt your whole body tingle at the unexpected softness.

‘And Gabi looks so lonely, you know, she—’ Miguel was stumbling on his words as you put your hands to your hips. ‘You just- beautiful babies, really, just the most- beautiful. She's so perfect. And she looks lonely.’

‘My god, what a compelling argument’ you said drolly, though you could feel yourself already smiling. ‘I don’t know though, it’s been a while. You might be out of practise for making more.’

You savoured the little spark in his eyes, the gleam of red that brightened his gaze. It was an intrinsic curiosity, a deep-rooted hunger for one specific thing.

‘Mhm. Mhm. Well- I’d, have to prove you otherwise then, wouldn’t I?’ he whispered back. You hated how quickly you melted at his husky voice.

‘You would’ you said, leaning in closer. You held him there, with those narrowed eyes and that eager smile, before bringing him down with a gently clap to the chest. ‘You would, if we didn’t have a literal newborn.’

‘Oh, mi tesoro—’

‘Come on dummy, let’s get home’ you said, your voice firm even though you were still smiling. ‘If she falls asleep when we get in, I might be able to make time for a quick shower. You know, to get warm again.’

The way Miguel arched his neck the moment you said ‘shower’ never failed to amuse you. He certainly looked extra large beneath all that padded clothing.

‘Mm… Okay. Deal.’

To your surprise, Miguel then quickly swooped the stroller out of your hands and began pushing Gabi home, all while cooing at her over the rim.

‘Shh, you’re feeling sleepy, aren’t you bebita? ¿Estás cansada? ¿Si?’

As Miguel resorted to singing lullabies you were forced to jog slightly to catch up with him, your panted breath billowing clouds of smoke around your flustered face.

Sadly, while Miguel did get that shower, you were both too cold to indulge in anything but huddling together like sad penguins, and jealously hogging the water as much as you could.

[prettypinkporkchop]

Can u do one where it’s quill or embry doing domestic shit with his wife/imprint and his son who’s is 7 and his 2 daughters that are 1 and newborn I feel like they’re would be a great dad and spoil his family

You reach over, pulling the blanket off of you. The sound of your newborn crying fills the room next to you.

Embry is quick to press your stomach down gently. "No, I got this, babylove." He mumbles and then gets out of bed.

You sigh in content and lay back down. The monitor on your nightstand is on so you take a glance at it.

You see Embry lift up your baby girl and hold her against his chest. He gently bounces her. You can hear him humming and see him placing kisses on her head. This makes her crying stop.

Your body is so tired that once the silent hits, you pass out.

Embry steps inside and gets back into the bed, covering you up a bit better. He kisses your cheek and holds onto you, falling asleep.

"Mom! Dad! Wake up!" You feel a dip at the end of your bed. You open your eyes and see your son.

Embry chuckles, grabbing onto him and placing him between you two. You wrap your arm around your son and close your eyes again.

"Mommy's still tired." You hear Embry whisper.

"But.. I want pancakes." Your son responds quietly.

"I guess you'll have to deal with dad's pancakes."

You hold back a giggle. You feel nothing of the boys get out of the bed.

Embry turns on the TV for your son and then goes into your one year olds bedroom. He lifts her out of her crib. He watches her slowly open her eyes. They're brown like his. She has his face. She smiles up at him, and he melts. "Good morning, Daddy's girl." He holds onto her and walks into the newborns room.

He has the oldest daughter in her high chair. The newborn is in a nursery center next to the dining table. He is cooking breakfast. He glances back every minute to be sure they're okay and your son isn't doing anything crazy.

The smell of the food wakes you back up, and you stretch. You get out of bed and see everyone.

"Mom!" Your son calls out.

Embry turns and smiles at you. "Good morning, momma."

You walk over to the newborn and pick her up. You open the fridge and grab her formula. "Watcha making, hottie?" You ask Embry.

"Pancakes, eggs, and bacon." He smiles at his cooking skills.

"Mmm, sounds good." You walk over to your one year old and kiss her cheek.

She squeals and laughs. Your son runs into the kitchen and kisses your arm.

"Momma, you're pretty with crazy hair." He points at your bed head.

Embry bursts into laughter. "Oh, I agree, son."

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Embry places your glass of wine on your nightstand before getting in the bed with you. The TV screen is lighting up the room.

You did your skin care and feel super clean. The bed sheets feel so nice against your shaven legs.

"Thank you for being a hot momma." Embry rests his head on your abdomen, planting a few kisses.

You run your fingers through his hair. "I can't thank you enough for being an amazing dad." You reply.

"If it's a day I'm not at the shop and not patrolling, I'm going to spend every second with you and our babies." He runs his hands over your thigh.

You breathe in at the contact. You miss his touches. Especially in certain places.

Embry notices your heart speeding up, and he can sense your arousal. He looks up at you and then kisses you.

You both get BUSY!

[wizardrousactivity]

They Promise. 2

CW: Pregnancy, relationship arguments, reader is fairly young (early twenties)

(Short chapter, trying to make them longer but I've been very busy.) Part | Next>>>

And then again, you remember it all again - A painful birth was ‘gifted’ to you, without anybody there for you to witness your son. What was supposed to be a special moment, you half-near crawled out the hospital with how your knees gave out. If it wasn’t for a good samaritan to give you a pity drive home. “Somebody else drove me home, I felt more cared for when a stranger helped me.”

“You guys are full of bullshit..” You bear witness to the way both get slightly more anxious, it's not told through their actions yet through their eyes - the guilty look that reigned deep in blue and brown eyes.

You move their hands out of the way, biting the inside of your cheek while your lips begin to wobble again. The overwhelming feeling of sadness washing over when you make your way to the once-shared bed, sheets stinking of their aroma still. No matter how many times you would clean and change them.

They kept trying to touch you, just feel you like they used to, but every time their hands moved with their thoughts you would reject their affections. “Why would you do that to me? Am I not good enough?”

The way you respond to everything breaks their heart, yet they can't bring themselves to be collective and respond like they usually do, not in a situation like this. “You can’t just remain fucking stoic- say something!” 

König and Ghost remain silent, their tongues going dry inside their mouths, along with that familiar sourness building inside their linings. You sigh, gaze softening. “Why won’t you just tell me anything..?”  silent and deprived now. Your breath nearly ceases, unable to take in more oxygen with the way your emotions build up in your throat.  “We couldn’t risk you.” Is all that Ghost croaks out, watching you fall apart again at the weight of his words. Watching how you desperately try to carry yourself despite the deprivation of humanity you face. “That's all you have to fuckin’ say to me? I carried this baby for 9 months! I was alone- I gave birth in a hospital all alone!” You retort, the baby continuing to cry in the background - its shrills don’t go unheard, at least to you.

You scurry over to the crib once again to hold your child, embracing it with tears - apologies flooding out of your mouth directly to it, even if it can’t understand you.. “Just.. go downstairs, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

And with that, they obey. Putting their hands up and heading downstairs as to your wishes, leaving you alone and once again isolated in your room. It’s nothing new, as you sit on your bed numb and tired. Your eyes droop thinking of how it could’ve come to this, should you even have met them in the first place. Were these two charming men you met - the right choice?

You don’t remember their sweetness anymore, the only thought filling your head of them - was how they left you stranded. How one day, they looked at you coldly, something that hasn’t been done in a while.

Sinking into the mattress, the baby rests on your chest. And you doze off, escaping the world you live in. Just to wake up again.

[the-kr8tor]

can I request a Hobie and reader after they had a baby and she has like that post depression things women have and he also helps her change her diper thing cause she's still bleeding a bit, I feel like people completely ignore the realistic reality of post birth

Hi, hun! I took some creative liberties with this, hope I wrote it okay ❤️ thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, TW blood mention, a dash of hurt/comfort, fluff.

It's Fluffy Friday!

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You linger in the doorway, now all cleaned up, wearing comfortable clothes. Watching as Hobie changes the sheets of your shared bed, you feel guilty that you've bled through his favourite bed sheet, hands wringing together, index scraping at the dry skin near your thumb nail.

"I'm almost done here, lovey." He moves briskly around the bed, fitting the sheets over the soft mattress. "There" Hobie pats himself on the back for doing it quicker than he thought. His smile fades when he sees your frown. Glancing at his newborn daughter sleeping soundly in the crib, he makes his way to you, outstretched arms at the ready.

You step into his waiting arms, head laying instinctively on the crook of his neck. His familiar scent mixed with your baby's calms you a smidge. Hobie rubs comfortingly at your back, kneading at the soft skin of your waist.

"Do I smell like throw up to you?" He asks, trying to make you laugh.

"No, you smell like her" you nuzzle further into his skin, sniffing when a few tears manage to escape. "I'm sorry"

"What for? Don't be, yeah?" Hobie's eyes flicker towards your daughter when she moves in her sleep. "I'm not afraid of a little blood," he says softly.

"But it's your favourite sheet," your voice small, muffled by his skin. He knows it's not just the sheet, everything overwhelms you, Hobie wants to take all of your pain away. It makes him angry, not at you but at the pain you're experiencing even with the most wonderful thing that could happen to you two.

The only thing he can do right now is hold you, bring comfort whenever you need it, and help as much as he can to ease and calm your mind. He embraces you tightly, mindful of his strength, trying to absorb your ache.

He hopes it's enough for you.

You leave a chaste kiss on his jaw, wiping at the tears sticking to his neck. "I haven't asked you if you're okay"

Hobie smiles at you, placing a weighted kiss on your temple, he doesn't care that the angle will definitely leave a crick in his neck right after. "I'm okay, she's perfect, yeah? Let me worry for you two"

Heart soaring, you nod appreciatively, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes. A cry startles you, Hobie's senses warn him for a split second, striding over to the crib. Hand never leaving yours.

You follow him, smile slowly spreading on your lips as your daughter opens her doe eyes to stare at Hobie. She stops crying immediately after he carries her. She's Hobie's alright.

"Hi" you coo, thumb caressing her chubby cheeks.

"You ruined mum and dad's moment, huh?" He bounces her in his arms lightly. You giggle at his comment, glad that he didn't lose his humour.

Head laying on his bicep, you smile at the little bundle, bringing your index to her tiny hand, she closes her small fingers around your finger, heart melting at the touch.

With your little family by your side, you know it's gonna get better soon.

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[sjsmith56]

The Important Stuff

Summary: One shot. Bucky gets up to feed his infant son during the night and takes every advantage of the time alone with him.

Length: 3K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OFC (his wife Lisa, undescribed), OCC (Georgie, his one month old son), Sam Wilson (in flashback).

Warnings: This is so sweet and fluffy you may get diabetes.

Author notes: Several authors have written about Bucky and his child. This is my contribution to the trope.

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It had been a month since Georgie’s birth; his arrival a moment of joy that his father Bucky Barnes would always remember. It wasn’t just the absolute awe he held for his wife, Lisa, at how magnificent she was during the birth but also at the fact that at the age of 107, Bucky Barnes was finally a father. Officially he was the oldest father of a newborn; a fact the press had a field day with when Georgie’s birth was announced by the Avengers. All sorts of news outlets had clamoured for a picture of the former Winter Soldier with his son, but Bucky and Lisa had already disappeared into the anonymity of a safe house in the country, where they could be alone with each other and adapt to being parents. Husband, wife, mother, father, and son becoming a family, while the world evolved without them.

It had taken some getting used to the needs of a super soldier baby as his appetite was voracious and as much as Lisa wanted to nurse it became obvious that supplements were necessary. Thank goodness Bruce Banner produced a high calorie nursing supplement based on the specific properties of her breast milk. That alone reduced a lot of the physical stress on her as she finally felt less like a nursing machine and more like a mother. Bucky liked it because he could feed his son directly, an act that he found both soothing and life changing, for it allowed him precious alone time with his son.

On this night, when Georgie’s cries woke them both, Bucky put his hand on Lisa’s.

“I’ll feed him,” he whispered. “You sleep.”

“You’re a good husband, Bucky,” she murmured, already slipping back into that dreamy state she had been in.

“I try,” he whispered back, placing a kiss on her forehead.

Stepping out of the bed, he picked up his T-shirt, but didn’t put it on. Instead, he held it in his hand, already knowing that Georgie liked the feeling of his father’s warmer than normal skin on his. The small night light beside the crib illuminated the little boy as he kicked at the sleeping bag he was secured into. The thatch of thick dark hair that he was born with was still there, but Bucky was sure it was already growing. Every day he looked at it and could swear that there was more of it. Perhaps it was time to compare the pictures of Georgie after his birth to how he was now and see if there was a difference.

“Hey, my little man,” he said, soothingly, as he unsnapped the straps of the sleeping bag.

That sleeping bag alone was certainly different than how babies were put to bed when Rebecca was born. Babies then were wrapped up so that they could barely move, then tucked under the bedclothes of their cribs. But now these body sleeping bags were recommended; enclosing the baby just enough to make them feel secure, while keeping them warm but free of the possibility of becoming tangled in any sheets. He lifted Georgie out, cradling him in his left arm, then stepping over to the change table. Unsnapping the snaps of the sleeper, Bucky felt around the edge of the diaper, confirming it was wet. He laid his little boy down and uncovered his legs, removing the wet diaper, then replacing it with a clean one before refastening everything up.

“There, that feels better, doesn’t it?” he asked his son, kissing him on the cheek as he balanced him against his shoulder. “Let’s get something to eat, hmm?”

The soft gurgles from Georgie said plenty and Bucky smiled as he went downstairs with him. He pulled the bottle warmer forward and took one of the prepared bottles of supplement out of the fridge, placing it in the device and turning it on. As they waited, he went over to the window and raised the blinds. He always checked the area before he turned the lights on, something that he needed to do for his own sense of security. His excellent night vision didn’t pick up any movement and when he checked with Friday, it confirmed what he already knew. No one was out there watching or waiting. The sound of the bottle warmer reaching its desired temperature reached him, and he returned to the kitchen. Lifting the bottle out of the device he shook it lightly and swirled it around to make sure the heat was distributed evenly throughout the liquid, then he shook a few drops out onto his right wrist, confirming it wasn’t too hot.

“Friday, turn on the lamp beside the rocking chair,” he said aloud as he moved into the living room.

It came on at half illumination, the AI already knowing he was feeding Georgie. Sitting down he cradled the anxious baby, whose sense of smell could already detect the scent of the supplement. A steady whimper for the bottle stopped only when Bucky finally placed it in his son’s mouth, replaced by a sound of complete contentment.

“There we go, food, glorious food,” he smiled. “Now, where were we? That’s right I was telling you about the day I met your Uncle Sam.” Georgie’s dark eyes looked up at his father’s. “I had pulled the steering wheel out of his car from where I was perched on top. He was scared, but your Uncle Steve had a plan. He always had a plan. He broke the car door, pulled your Uncle Sam onto his lap, along with the Black Widow then he pushed against the door and let it carry them onto the roadway. Sam fell off after a bit and rolled hard onto the surface, but he was up right away. Then he ran back to his car and found his wings, put them on, and got right back into the fight. He was so brave. Remember that, Georgie. Someday, when you find your Sam, he’ll be a regular human, but he will be capable of so many things.”

A smile formed on his son’s face as he told him that. It was important that Georgie knew that even with his physical differences, he would find a friend as good and loyal as Sam had been to him, someone he could depend upon.

“Sam was afraid of me that day, but he still tried to keep me from hurting anyone, and he kept me from shooting my best friend, Uncle Steve. Even though it took him a while to trust me and even after I kept pushing him away, he kept after me and we finally found a way to be friends, best friends now. So, let’s talk about the good things I have now.” Another smile was his encouragement. “There’s your mom. Some days I still can’t believe how I met her. Wasn’t even looking and suddenly there she was like an angel had been sent just for me.”

He stopped for a moment, remembering how he first saw her at a farmer’s market in Brooklyn. Sam was visiting and they went to the farmer’s market for fresh seafood so that he could make jambalaya. She was buying oranges at a fruit stall, and one fell, rolling along the ground towards him. He picked it up and came forward with it as she looked up and their eyes met.

“Hello,” she said, smiling, then noticed the orange in his hand. “Is that one of mine?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Doesn’t seem to have bruised from the fall.” He handed it to her, taking forever to remove his gloved hand from her proximity. “I’m Bucky.”

“Lisa.”

“That’s Sam.”

She smiled at Sam then looked back at Bucky. Neither said anything while Sam just smiled at both of them. Then he shook his head in amusement and went to look for more ingredients. Somehow, Bucky asked her to join them for dinner and she said yes. After giving her his address, he rejoined Sam but watched as she walked away, even when she turned back to look at him.

“Oh, she likes you,” said Sam. “She likes you a lot.”

“I like her, too,” said Bucky. “There’s something about her that just ….”

Georgie squirmed at that moment and Bucky looked down at his son, seeing the bottle was empty.

“Sorry, buddy, I was lost in a memory there,” he said, as he put the bottle on the table and lifted his son onto his shoulder, while patting his back. “Remembering how I found your mom does that to me.” He stood up and started walking around. “Still don’t really know what she saw in me that day, but she came to dinner, and I never laughed so much as I did that night. We ate all the food, drank the bottle of wine I bought and the bottle of wine she brought. Then she stayed over, and we didn’t even do anything, even though we wanted to. We waited until Sam went back to Delacroix.”

Georgie burped and Bucky switched him so that he was cradled in one arm while he picked up the bottle to return it to the kitchen for cleaning in the morning.

“When you get old enough, I’ll have a talk with you about that,” he smiled. Georgie squealed a little. “That’s how I feel about it sometimes, buddy.”

The baby boy was wide awake, so Bucky asked Friday to play some soothing music. They walked around, looking at the pictures on the wall, the books on the bookshelves and even went to the bathroom to look at each other in the mirror. There was still no sign of Georgie getting sleepy. Heading to the closet Bucky found a thick fleece onesie that they used to take their son outside on cooler days. Pulling his boots and a jacket out, he returned to where he dropped his T-shirt and laid Georgie on the couch, while he quickly put the extra clothes on himself. He zipped him into the fleece and made sure his head was covered. Then he picked up the baby and headed to the door.

“Friday, Georgie, and I are going outside for a little bit,” he announced. “If you see anything flash the outdoor lights.”

“Will do, Sergeant Barnes,” said the AI. “The outside temperature is 66° and the breeze is approximately 3 miles per hour.”

Opening the door, they stepped out into the night and walked onto the gravel roadway. They followed it to a small pond that allowed them enough space to view the night sky. For several long minutes, Bucky looked up at it, still amazed that they could see the stars they could.

“When I was a little boy, we lived in Brooklyn. Even though it was a borough in New York City it was still small and quiet enough that I could see a lot of the same stars that we’re seeing here. I would look up at them and wonder if they had planets around them, just like the Sun has planets around it. Did you know the Sun is a star?”

Georgie was watching him as he spoke and looked up. His hand came up, enclosed in the thick fleece of the onesie, and drew his father’s attention onto him. Even though Bruce said it would be a while before Georgie could see beyond this close contact between them, the smile on his face was all the proof Bucky needed that his son knew that he, Bucky Barnes, was his father. Even in the dark, the intense gaze that the baby was giving him filled him with a sense of awe.

“You have so much to look forward to,” he whispered. “You have me and your mom, Uncle Sam, Uncle Bruce, both Uncle Petes, Aunty Kate and Aunty Yelena, Uncle Joaquin, Uncle Thor. There are so many people that care about you and will be there for you, teaching you, loving you, showing you all sorts of things. You’ll learn to read and write, and this ….” Bucky gestured to the night sky. “This will be waiting for you to explore. I believe that with all my heart. I don’t care if you become an Avenger or not, because what’s important is what’s inside, here.” Bucky placed his palm on Georgie’s chest. “I want you to become a good man, which is why we named you after my father. Everyone thought I would name you Steve, and Uncle Sam wanted me to name you after him, but I always knew my first son would be named after my dad. He had his problems, but I know he loved me and believed in me. He would have thought the world of you. Your middle name, Edward is after your mom’s dad. He’s a good man, too, and when he comes to visit, I want you to give him as much love as you’ve already given to me and your mom. Can you do that, Georgie?”

The little boy gurgled, and tapped Bucky on the face with his onesie-covered hand again. Placing his own hand over it, Bucky kissed it, then buried his face close into Georgie’s neck, taking in the unique scent that he already recognized as him. Another squeal erupted from the baby’s mouth, making Bucky laugh at the absolute joy he felt at that moment. He looked around him in the dark then lifted George up to the sky, just like when Rafiki offered the baby Simba to the assembled animals in The Lion King.

“This is my son, George Edward Barnes,” he announced. “I’m asking the universe to keep watch over him and help him to grow up strong and good.” Lowering him, he gazed at his son’s bright eyes. “I hope your mom didn’t see that. She’ll never let me live that down.”

Georgie sneezed, making Bucky decide it was time to turn in. They returned to the house, and he toed off his boots at the door. Sitting them both down on the couch he removed his son’s fleece onesie, then his own jacket. Checking the diaper, he went upstairs to the nursery and changed his son again. Then he sat on the rocking chair with him and told him all the children’s stories he could remember, trying to keep his voice soft and soothing. It must have worked because eventually Georgie’s eyes drooped, then closed and he was asleep.

For some time, Bucky sat there just watching this little boy who had changed everything about his life in the month he had been alive. He was a father now, responsible for another person’s life. Even though there would be times when he was on mission, he already knew he would be Face Timing Lisa and Georgie at least once a day. His heart was here with these two people and until he was under the same roof as they were, he would be incomplete. Envisioning the days when he would teach Georgie to play catch, or ride a bike, or go camping out in the wilderness and really look at the stars together, he took a deep breath and hoped he was worthy of the love this child was already giving him.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, in an almost inaudible whisper. “I would die for you, Georgie. In a second, I would put myself into the line of fire if it meant keeping you safe and alive. But even more, I will live for you, too. My love for you is unconditional. You’ll always have it. There may be times when we disagree, and even ….” He took in a deep shaky breath. “Even if we argue about something, that love will never stop. That’s my promise to you, my son, my dear beautiful boy.”

Gently, he raised him to his lips and kissed him on the forehead. A contented sleep sound came out of the baby and Bucky lifted himself up from the rocking chair. Sliding Georgie back into the sleeping bag, he snapped him in, then stood at the doorway looking at him for a moment before he closed the door, leaving it open just a crack. He returned to the bedroom and slid under the sheets, next to Lisa who had curled into herself because he, her personal heater, wasn’t there. As soon as she felt his presence, she covered him with her arms and legs, before pressing her face into his neck.

“You were gone a long time,” she said sleepily.

“He wouldn’t go back to sleep, so I took him outside.”

She opened one eye. “Did you do the Simba thing?” He didn’t answer but she could feel his smile in the dark. “You did. You’re such a nerd.”

“He likes it. He listens to me. It’s a bonding moment.”

“Okay, I get it. You want as much time with him as you can. That’s understandable.”

He tightened his arm around her and kissed her on the head.

“I want all the time with him and you, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“Fair enough.” She nuzzled into his neck. “I love you. You’re a wonderful husband and a great dad.”

“Thank you. I love you, too. You’re an incredible wife and mother. By the time we’re ready to have another, we’ll be really good at this.”

This time, Lisa raised her face to his and kissed him on the lips. It was going to be another couple of weeks before they could resume their normal bedtime activities but both of them almost purred at how the kiss made them feel and risked another, deeper and sultrier version. With a sigh, Bucky kissed her on the forehead and tightened his hold. For now, this was perfect. They were happy.

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Day 10 of Regressuary

Theme: Accident

Charachters: Jam and @theogclownboy Toby

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Summary: Jam has an overnight accident and Toby tries to introduce him to the concept of using diapers to help him.

Authors Note: Of course this is NOT SEXUAL IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM AND SHOULD NOT BE SEXUALIZED. IF YOU THINK DIAPERS ARE INHERENTLY SEXUAL PLEASE GET OFF MY BLOG!!! Anyways this fic brings me a lot of comfort writing it as a regressor who eventually wants to be padded for comfort. Please be sure to like and reblog my content so it can reach farther and so more people can see it please!

Oh no.

Jam quickly got up from his crib, still trying to not make any noise to wake Toby up as he looked down only to see his soiled sheets and pj shorts. He could already feel the tears start to build up in his eyes and his face grow hot from frustration and embarrassment. Not again! He was supposed to be a big boy! Not a baby who still wets the bed! He needed to find a way to hide this before-

Toby flicked on the light rubbing his eyes. "Pup? You up already? It's pretty early right now. Are you okay?" He asked as he walked closer to Jam's crib. Jam used his foot to push the blankets over the wet spot on tried his best to cover up the wet stain on his pjs. "Uh-huh! Um-um go back ta eep papa! M okays." He said as he quickly waved off Toby. "Don't come hewe!" Toby raised an eyebrow already being able to tell something was off not to mention because he's a wolf he could smell something was off too. Toby ignored Jam's protest to come closer and walked up to the crib. "Kiddo? Did you have an accident?" He asked gently. "Nuh-uh! I nevew evew has those! Evew! Neva in a gillion yeaws!" Toby sighed as he leaned on the crib with his forearms. "Jam....you know to tell papa the truth. If you did it's okay. I'm not mad at you." Jam hesitated for a bit before feeling tears well up and spill out. "N-nuh I didn...didnt..." He said shakily as Toby picked him up and patted his back. "Shhh shhh it's okay...we'll get you all cleaned up okay? But afterwards I wanna tell you something, okay?" He asked Jam, who nodded through his tears and whimpers.

After a bath, sheet change, and bottle Toby kneeled in front of Jam. "Okay kiddo, remeber how I said I wanted to talk to you?" Jam nodded. "Well....ive been noticing that sometimes you have trouble with accidents...especially at night. Do you go to the bathroom before you sleep?" Jam shrugged. "Sometimes I do buh oder times I just fowget to cuz I don't feew it..." He said as he averted his gaze to the floor. Toby put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "That's okay kiddo. Accidents happen but I think that maybe it's time to put you into some padding. At least for the night to stop those accidents from ruining your crib and getting it all yucky. You don't like sleeping on yucky, wet sheets right?" Toby asked as he held up a diaper for Jam's size. Jam looked away, he wasn't too sure about it. He was nervous. What kind of big boy wears diapers? He didn't want to! But he also hated the texture of wet sheets too. "I don't wanna! Das fow babies!" Toby shook his head. "Kiddo its not for babies, its just for people who can have accidents sometimes, or for comfort. Your friend Zeek has some when he's little too! Ms. Ellie picked this design out special for you. And I promise you'll still stay my big pup even if you have diapers on. So what do ya say bud? Wanna try it at least?" Toby asked as he held out the diapers for Jam to hold. Jam grabbed them looking at the design, they had animals on it and it didn't feel like a bad texture either. He was still a bit hesitant though. Toby rubbed his head reassuringly. "Pup, I know diapers can be a bit daunting or scary but they'll help a lot with these accidents. These ones have wetness indicators so i'll know when to change you. Or if you want you can change yourself too if you want. Whichever feels more comfortable to you." Jam thought for a moment before finally nodding. "Okays papa. M gunna wear dem buh I fink Im gonna change m sewf fow now I fink." He said while looking back up at Toby, who nodded approvingly. "Okay then pup. But if you need any help or want me to change you just let me know okay? I just want you to be comfortable." Toby said before Jam hugged onto him. "Fanks papa." Toby smiled as his tail wagged. "No problem kiddo. You wanna try them on and see how they feel? Do you need help?" He asked as he held onto Jam's hand. Jam nodded. "Yeah....I dunno how ta put dese tingys on..." "That's okay pup. I'll show you how to, so if you want to you can take them on and off yourself." He said as he took Jam to the bathroom.

A few minuted later Jam came out with a slight waddle due to the thickness of the diaper. Toby patted his back reassuringly. "It's okay pup, you'll get used to it as time goes on." Jam felt a bit better at that reassurance and felt a bit more comforted by having padding on too! "Dis not too bad." He said as he kept on waddling around. "Do you want me to take a picture to show Ms. Ellie that you liked the design she picked out for you?" He asked. Jam nodded. "Yea! An ze-ze can se dat we boff matchins now!" Toby chuckled and took out his phone camera. "Okay look at the camera say cheese!" "Cheese!" Jam said as he stood in a superhero like pose with his diaper on. He didn't feel nearly as embarrassed as he did before. All that mattered was that to his papa he was a big boy with or without the diaper, and that it was all just to help with his accidents. No shame in that.

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[starry-hughes]

charlie and trevor coming home from the hospital with chase and charlie is ready to come home to a shit show because they left the house in such a disarray.

and she comes home and the house is sparkling clean. there’s a welcome home baby z sign up. there’s prepped meals in the fridge. noodle is happily waiting and he’s perfectly fine.

“hi noodle,” charlie smiles as trevor carries in chase and the car seat. “let him sniff the blanket first,” charlie reminds him, trevor takes chase’s baby blanket and lets noodle get used to the smell as charlie takes chase out carefully.

“we are going to have to get the bassinet in our room set up,” charlie says and trevor just smiles. “go upstairs, show chase around.”

and charlie is in such shock and disbelief because the nursery is perfectly put together. from the changing table to the crib to the decor on the wall. and in the bedroom, there’s a little self care basket for charlie and the bassinet set up and fresh blankets and sheets on the bed for charlie and trevor.

[bullet-prooflove]

Taken!Series Part Six: Family - Angel Reyes x Reader

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Taken!Series:

Part One: Mother - Tragedy strikes when Angel leaves you and Valeria alone for the evening.

Part Two: Bleeding Out - Angel returns home to discover what happened at the house.

Part Three: Touch & Go - Angel discovers where Valeria was taken.

Part Four: Meth Mountain - Angel retreives Valeria.

Part Five: Perfect - Angel reveals what he was really doing the night you were shot.

When you come home, it’s to Felipe’s house.

To a bedroom that’s been redecorated, to a space that’s tailored to help with your recovery.

You’ve been in Angel’s old room before. It used to be a blast from the past, basketball stuff littering the shelves, old, chequered sheets on the single bed in the corner, pictures of motorcycles and scantly clad women on the walls.

That’s changed now. There’s a double bed with crisp white sheets with pretty little plants embroidered into it, a swing cradle for Valeria is situated along side of it. The shelves hold all of your items from home. The various terrariums, the pressed rose in a frame from your Nana. Your clothes are hung up in a gorgeous dark wood wardrobe that had been hidden underneath Angel’s half naked lady posters.

The truth is you can’t go back to the house you were injured in, and neither can Angel. The memories are too raw, too vivid so instead you return to Felipe’s. A place where you can rest and recover with the help you need and the proximity to your daughter. You need to be close to her in the aftermath, the same way that Angel does.

Right now, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, rocking the cradle lightly as Valeria kicks her legs and puts her hands to her mouth. Those dark eyes of hers stare up at the mobile that Felipe had crafted for her, brightly coloured zoo animals that ensnare her attention. You feel settled right now, at peace. For the first time in a long time everything is right where it’s supposed to be.

Felipe clears his throat from the doorway, you tilt your head up with a small smile before your attention turns back to the baby.

“She doesn’t have a care in the world.” You say softly.

Felipe sits down beside of you, the bed dipping as his shoulder bumps against yours. He chucks his finger underneath Valeria’s chin, and the baby tries to grab at it.

“I never said thank you.” You say quietly. “For setting us up here. I know it can’t be easy having us in your personal space...”

Felipe shakes his head, cutting you off.

 “It’s good to have other people around the house again.” He says, his voice gruffer than usual as he takes over the rocking. “Especially this little one.”

There’s silence between the two of you for a moment as you both watch Valeria. She’s getting tired now, her motions slowing as she turns her head.

You hear Angel’s footsteps trapsing up the hallway before he ducks into the room. He’s wearing a grey wifebeater and basketball shorts that are covered in flecks of paint. There’s a streak of green across his cheek, you can see the same colour marring his fingertips.

“Pops, you said you were getting more paint for the nursery.” He says, before he sees the two of you sitting alongside the crib. A smile crosses his features as he steps inside the room, grabbing the rag from his back pocket and using it to clean his hands.

“EZ’s old room can wait a minute.” Felipe says, continuing to rock the cradle as the baby’s eyelids start to flutter closed. “I want to spend a little time with my family.”

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[witchywriter18]

Being married and having a child with Sebastian Sallow

Slight hint of MC being a Hufflepuff but I'm a Hufflepuff soooo, deal with it

You and Sebastian got married almost immediately out of Hogwarts.

After you had stood by him during 5th year, he knew you were going to be the only woman for him.

Nah, let's face it. He knew you were perfect once you kicked his ass in DADA, the other stuff just sealed the deal.

Anne actually attended the wedding. While she was still upset about the relic situation, she couldn't miss her own twin's wedding.

Sebastian was very much on the verge of tears when he saw you in your dress.

If you thought he was clingy when you were dating, oh boy. Sebastian is even more clingy and affectionate after you two got married.

After the honeymoon, you both decided to live in Feldcroft.

While yes it held horrible memories for Sebastian, it had some good ones too. And he was ready to make more good memories with you.

For work, I don't think Sebastian would become an Auror. He didn't want to be anything like his uncle. I like the thought of him being a cursebreaker or even an unspeakable.

You on the other hand. Instead of being a housewife, you're either a herbologist or magizoologist. Your reasoning being that you've dealt with enough dark wizards and treasure hunting to last you a lifetime.

After about a year of marriage, you find out that you are with child. Sebastian is literally giddy with excitement.

And now super overprotective Sebby has been activated.

"Oi, put that down! It's too heavy!"

"......Seb, this literally a sheet of paper."

Oh boy, this will be fun....

When he's not at work, he's following you around the house like if he doesn't have eyes on you, you'll get hurt.

You accidentally knicking yourself with the knife while he was using the bathroom didn't help.

"Seb, it's just a small knick. It's nothing-"

"IT'S NOT NOTHING!!! YOU GOT INJURED WHEN I WASN'T HERE!!! *sniff* I'm a horrible husband😢"

Oof, and you thought you had moodswings.

After making sure your SMALL wound was cleaned and bandaged, you're consoling him for a good hour.

He's also getting sympathy pains and cravings.

You have back pain? Now his back aches a bit.

You're craving chocolate on top of bacon? Now he wants a bite.

Once you start showing, he immediately thinks you shouldn't be galivanting around the highlands.

You agree with that since you don't want to take a bad tumble and put your unborn child in danger, as much as it pains you to not being able to rescue beasts.

Ah, there are the mood swings! Yes, now you're crying about how now you won't be able to save a hypothetical Niffler named Opal.

During the months as your stomach swells, you're trying (and failing) to knit little booties and a hat for your child.

Sebastian is quite good with his hands (in more ways then one 😏) so he's making the baby's crib by hand.

When you guys are in bed getting ready to sleep, Sebastian has his hands on your belly. He gets so excited when the baby kicks.

Sometimes when the baby is too restless and won't let you sleep with all the kicking, Sebastian's hand gently rubs it, trying to sooth them.

"Alright little one, I know you're excited to explore the world outside your mother's womb but you need to let her sleep. So stop moving about and sleep you little troublemaker."

He also like kissing your belly just cuz he can.

During your final month, he gets time off so that when the time comes, he's ready to wisk you off to the hospital.

So, the time comes. Sebastian is anything but calm.

"WHERE'S MY WAND?! I CAN'T FIND MY WAND TO APPARATE US TO THE HOSPITAL!!!"

"It's in your hand darling. Now take me to the hospital before I pop this child out on our kitchen floor."

Unfortunately, back in those days, father's weren't allowed in the delivery room. So all he can do is pace outside, panicking whenever you let out a scream of pain.

My poor boy is literally having flashbacks to when he had to use the Cruciatis Curse on you.

Your friends show up to give the poor man support, and to see the baby. Or hear in Ominis's case.

Ominis is patting Sebastian on the shoulder gently.

After about five hours, the midwife comes out to sat that Sebastian can see his wife and daughter.

Man literally jumps up and rushes into the delivery room.

Once he gets inside, he sees you looking exhausted with your hair messy and sweat on your forehead.

With your little bundle of joy held to your chest.

Sebastian is once again crying like he did on your wedding day.

When your friends are coming in one by one, he's presenting your daughter this way, every time;

"Behold! The Snadger! The product of a snake (him) and a badger (you)!"

"Sebastian, stop calling our daughter that or you're not going to get the chance to put another child in me."

You both decided to name her Anne Lilian Sallow.

She has your hair and skin tone while she has Sebastian's eyes. Only time will tell what other features she'll gain from her parents over time.

I'll probably make a sequel to this with early parenthood headcannons. This was originally just gonna be marriage headcannons but then the saga of pregnancy came up so it changed.

[darklydreamingdaddydom]

He could tell his girlfriend was getting quite stressed from work and school…  She never seemed to get a break.  So he waited until she had a solid 5 days of nothing..  With no one or thing to worry about.

    A lot of planning was involved, he cleaned out an old storage room and put in a crib with plastic sheets and cuffs on each corner of the bed (good for changing naughty rebellious little girls who wet and mess themselves.)  

    There was a cabinet, filled with diapers, powder, wipes, and cute little outfits that made her look like a 3 year old..  There were also paddles, vibrators, rope, cuffs, and crops etc. depending on how bad his little girl decided to be.

    Finally it was time..  She came home from work with a sigh of relief..  He handed her cranberry juice with laxatives and diuretics.  Soon enough she would realize that she needs diapers, and Daddy’s guidance.

    “Sweetie, I want to talk to you about something..  I know things have been so stressful for you, and I want to help.  Let me take care of you this weekend, so you can just relax.”  She loved the idea of that, it sounded perfect to her…  Little did she know what was actually in store for her.

    Some time had gone by, and she was beginning to get a bit suspicious…  Why did he keep feeding her snacks and drinks?  She had all ready had so much, but she didn’t want to disappoint him..  Suddenly a need to pee washed over her and she doubled over trying to hold it.  

    “What’s wrong baby?”  I asked, as I pulled her onto my lap.  “I’m not a baby,” she responded rather indignantly.  “Now let me up, I need to use the bathroom.”  She squirmed in my lap as I held her in my arms, she gave me a strange look as she struggled.  “Listen baby girl, I’m going to take care of you this weekend, but you’re going to have to follow some rules…  Rule number 1, bathroom off limits.”

    “You’ve gone crazy, haven’t you?”  She asks in disbelief, the pressure growing in her bladder.  “Crazy for you little girl,” I teased as I began to tickle her.  Now she really began to squirm and writhe about, but suddenly froze as I felt my own crotch begin to get soaked, with a steady *drip drip* on the floor.  

    “Oh my God, Sarah, didn’t you just say that you weren’t a baby?”  She was didn’t know how to process what happened, red in the face and utterly humiliated..  She just wanted to hide, she couldn’t believe that she just wet herself, now she was soaked.

    “C’mon sweetie, lets get you cleaned up.”  Before she knew it she was being carried in his arms..  She really did feel like a baby in that moment, and it was kind of nice knowing that he was there to take care of her..  But then she saw it.  He opened a door to what looked like an adult nursery.  

    Before she could say anything he had laid her down and began locking her ankles and wrists into the cuffs attached to the four corners of her crib.  That’s right, her crib, because she was the only one in sight who wet themselves like a toddler.

    “What are you doing?!”  She yelled and she flailed about against her cuffs.  Relax sweetie, this is for your own good..  You need to give this a chance, the cuffs are just in the beginning to help you settle in..  They may be used as punishment in the future if you’re going to be a naughty little brat.  “Are you fucking crazy?!”  She yelled.  He gave her a hard swat on her butt, and that was enough for her to go quiet, with just a small whimper, as she looked up with pleading eyes.

    He began to cut her clothes off of her, until she was completely naked.  The look in her eyes betrayed her, was she secretly enjoying this all ready?  Could she finally give up control to someone else?  He did make her feel safe, even though she was completely helpless now.  But then she saw it, he pulled out a thick diaper from the cabinet, and her face grew more red then he had ever seen.

    “What are you doing with that?..  Please no..”  She begged, and she lifted her cute little ass for him without even thinking.  Before she knew it he had expertly taped the thick diaper in place between her legs.  She couldn’t help but press her diapered butt against the changing pad bringing it back and forth as the diaper rubbed against her princess parts, making her moan.  She felt so humiliated and helpless, why was it turning her on so much?

    He slapped her diapered but again, and told her no cumming without permission was rule number 2.  She pouted and looked up at him, about to plead for a second time before she caught herself..  She didn’t want to be in diapers!  This was ridiculous!

    “You’re going to behave, right baby?”  He let her out of her restraints, and lifted her onto his hip, carrying her back over to the couch.  He pulled a sheet off the couch, which turned out to be waterproof.  Important when you have a leaky baby to take care of.  Into the wash it went, to be ready again in a few hours when her diaper is at its leaking point.  

    He held her in his lap again, giving her soft kisses and rocking her..  She was still trying to get over the fact that her Daddy was holding her in nothing but a diaper, when she felt a sudden intense pressure in her bowels.  She blushed at the thought of calling him Daddy, and began to squirm.  “Please let me up, I really need to go.”

    “That’s what your diapers are for sweetie, just relax and let go”  She wasn’t having it though.  She kept trying to fight and even buck against him as he held her down in his lap.  It was to no avail, she couldn’t struggle and hold it..  She felt herself losing control, blushing as she let farted and her belly growled and grumbled.  She stopped struggling and focused all of her might on holding it in.

    She began to cry as the mess forced its way out of her and filled the back of her diaper.  It just kept coming as she grunted and struggled to push it into her tight diaper.  She was utterly exhausted and spent by the end, and a complete mess.  Makeup down her face from crying, and the fullest diaper she could imagine.  She began wetting herself, but didn’t even care at this point.  She just tried to hide in his arms, really feeling like a baby for the first time.

    He patted her mushy diaper, pressing it into her..  She didn’t even try to stop him any more.  “You’re such a good girl, you’ve gone through a lot baby..  Lets get you cleaned up with a bath and then get you in a fresh diaper.  Then we can curl up and watch a movie.

    She sighed as he was carrying her again.  She was humiliated, but she knew she was in good hands..  She would never admit it, but she might be enjoying this after all.