Hey Dear!

Hey dear!

It maybe a dumb question but I was just curious.

According to you whom does mob bucky love the most? Malyshka or Bumblebee?

He loves you, his wife and his baby girl equally but in different ways of course.

You've awakened parts of him he never knew existed. Love was this abstract concept, something meant for other people. Bucky didn't believe he'd get to have the fairytale ending or the kind of life his grandparents enjoy. Bucky wasn't the prince in anyone's story. Or so he thought.

Then he met the woman of his dreams. And everything changed.

You effortlessly turned him inside out and his world upside down. Suddenly love wasn't this abstract thing. It was tangible, palpable. And it was his. You made him believe that he could be more than what he was, that he could have it all.

He thinks about you constantly when he's away from you, he can't wait to get home to you, be with you, touch you, hold you, love you.

You're wrapped around his heart, every beat is for you. And so is she. Your sweet Bee.

Bucky didn't think he could love anyone else as much as he loves you. Until the day he found you were pregnant. Learning he was going to be a father was equal parts exhilarating and terrifying. He has loved that little girl from the start, without knowing anything about her other than she was going to be the perfect combination of him and you. He knew that she was going to be perfect because her mama is, how could she be anything less?

He talked to her every day while she was in your belly. Some days it was just to tell her that he loved her, other days he read to her. She was involved in more business decisions than some of his actual partners, all before she even entered the world.

Bucky was a goner the first time he held his little girl. Well he was a goner the day he heard her heartbeat but holding her, actually having her in his hands was a life-changing experience. She was tiny and fragile and sweet. And he knew he'd die for her the same way he'd die for you. He'd do anything for her. His love for her has only grown as she's gotten older. Watching her go from a curious, wide-eyed infant to a just as sweet, imaginative toddler has been a gift.

Just like you're wrapped around his heart, so is she. Bucky can't imagine life without either of you.

gallaghers n mickey meeting lip and ( post ) pregnant! readers baby when she leaves the hospital 😭😭

fiona's unable to hide the growing smile between the cracked fingers of the hand clapped over her mouth. she's practically bouncing on her toes when you step outside the automatic doors and into the dewy night. "i didn't realize they'd release us so late," is your hushed apology when lip wriggles a hand between your crossed arms to relieve you of the baby balanced between them. "i would have been so happy to bring her over tomorrow."

"nonsense!" fiona gasps when the newborn is placed delicately inside her hold, brown irises already twinkling with raptured delight. "oh look at her.." she croons, going so far as to trace a gentle forefinger over the bridge of her nose. "she's got the gallagher nose, don't she?"

bashful, lip casts his gaze down to his feet, where he kicks at a crack in the asphalt. "not gonna take all the credit here," he mumbles, the thumb of his left hand, which is shoved inside a dirty pocket, picks at the cart of cigarettes he's trying not to pull out. "she's got your eyes, princess. that's for sure."

an arm that's not lip's, swoops over your shoulders, tugging you into the owner's side before you're able to register the embrace. "did good, kid," mickey grumbles, motioning to the infant with a free hand. "doesn't look all fucked up. that's a win in my book."

your nose wrinkles with a surprised laugh, and you nudge away the brunet with a soft elbow to the gut. "thanks. i did my best."

fiona's noise of disappointment is quickly hushed when ian take your daughter from the female, assuring to cradle the weight of her head with stretched fingers. "so what, this mean we get to crash your pad more often now? i mean, for babysitting purposes or whatnot."

you nod, your head nestling itself into mickey's scruffy neck. "you know you're welcome, anyway. besides, the more help i can get, the better. god knows lip isn't gonna wake up for the diaper changes."

Smokin’ Hot Husband

pairing: Dad!Husband!Ransom Drysdale x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

summary: Y/n catches her eldest son smoking, and with her being very emotional, it’s up to Ransom to save the day (Protective Ransom‼️) (requested by anon)

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“How ya feelin today treasure?” Ransom cooed hugging onto his wife from behind, watching as she skilfully gathered all her ingredients for her famous stir fry, one that she was desperately craving. His large hands travelled down to her 6 month bump, his hands smoothing over it gently as she leant back into his chest.

“I’m feeling fine babe, jus a bit hungry but that’s all baby boo’s fault” Y/n laughed, using their newfound nickname for their next baby, their third one and hopefully a girl. Their eldest was Mark who was 15, then there was Reign who was 8, brothers who definitely got their father’s wit and sly personality whilst also having the loving nature of their mother. The perfect combo to Y/n and Ransom Drysdale

“Where are the other two little shits?” Ransom joked kissing her neck softly, swaying both of their bodies side to side as she finished up her cooking, a proud wide smile on her face. “Ransom! If you must know Reign is upstairs writing for his new fantasy book, and Mark I think is out the backyard? Here i’ll get Mark while you get Reign okay?” Y/n beamed turning around and kissing Ransom fully on the lips, a loud smack echoing through the kitchen, her pregnancy glow making her absolutely radiant in Ransom’s eyes. God how lucky was he?

“Yes ma’am” He smirked watching her walk away, not without his hand slapping harshly onto her ass, even after all these years he still found her irresistible. After getting married quite young, even when he was cut from his grandfather’s inheritance, he built a name for himself with Y/n by his side. His rock.

Ransom walked back down the stairs with assurance that Reign would be down in ten minutes, his brows furrowing when he suddenly saw his wife rush in through the backdoor, her face flushed with tears streaming down them uncontrollably. “Baby? Treasure what’s wrong? Tell me now” Ransom rushed out skipping the last few steps, storming to his wife’s side, she was absolutely inconsolable. Partly due to the hormones but clearly something bad had happened,

“I-it’s Mark, Ran” She hiccuped the palm of her hand on her forehead, the other holding onto her waist to ease the back pain. “What’s happened with Mark? Breathe with me baby, follow me” Within seconds Y/n had started to follow the pattern of her husband’s breaths, letting her calm down just that tiny bit more.

“Ran, he’s smoking! Actual cigarettes too, doesn’t he know how dangerous they are? Did I do something wrong? That’s my baby boy” Y/n cried out, her chin wobbling as sobs threatened every time she spoke. Remembering how just seconds prior, she walked out to see her first born puffing away on a cigarette, one thing she had always asked them not to do.

“shh treasure, you go upstairs and i’ll call you down for dinner, i’ll talk to Mark” Ransom said through gritted teeth, if there was one thing he hated, it was seeing his woman cry. The fact that it was his own son? Oh that just made it so much worse.

After making sure she got upstairs alright, Ransom stormed out to the back porch, seeing his 15 year old sat on the swinging chair looking guilty and glum; clearly anticipating his father’s arrival. Now Ransom wasn’t a scary parent, but he was protective and strict, step out of line and he’d be sure to put you back.

“C’mere Markie, now please” Ransom grumbled rubbing his creased forehead with his fingers, watching his son slowly shuffle towards him with his head down. “Where the fahk did you get these son? You know what these can do to you right? I can’t believe you’d do this, you’re barely 16!” He said raising his voice by a little, but not shouting, that’s not how he did things.

“T-they’re my friends Dad, I just thought it’d look cool-“

“Cool if what? You end up sick cause of your lungs and your poor mother and I have to come save you? I thought we told you the consequences of smoking, you know what it done to your mother’s family. I’m so disappointed, you’ve upset your ma and you know she gets emotional now that she’s nearly in her last term”

“I know, i’m sorry, didn’t mean to upset Ma. I just wanted to fit in a bit more”

“Not good enough son, not good enough at all. What are you sorry for?” Ransom asked bending down to his height, his lips held tightly into a line. “I’m sorry for disrespecting both you and Ma, and for putting myself in danger”

“and?”

“I promise not to do it again” Mark said holding his hands behind his back, his father’s old cream sweater hugging his body like a blanket. “Like hell you won’t, now go on and apologise to your mother” Ransom grunted pulling the red faced boy into his arms, kissing him gently on the head before pushing him inside. Not without throwing the cigarettes into their outside campfire.

Slowly following behind Mark, Ransom smiled as he saw Y/n pull their first born into her arms, kissing his face repeatedly as she continuously told him off softly “Don’t scare me like that again, ya hear me?” “Please don’t ruin your body like that baby, took me 9 whole months to make it”

“I’m sorry ma, I really am, please forgive me” Mark said now tearing up, fiddling with the bottom of his mom’s sweater, feeling her fingers wipe away his tears. “You’re my baby, I could never be that angry at you, you just scared me honey” Y/n whispered kissing him on the forehead one last time, then whispering that he and his brother could both go down for dinner first.

Ruffling his brown hair as he walked past, Ransom walked into their shared bedroom, his wife’s arms instantly reaching up for him cutely. “You handled that so well hubs, definitely better than I did” She laughed with tears in her eyes, standing up to fully hug him, his chin resting atop her head as his arms engulfed her tightly. Her strong coconut scent filling his nostrils as she lifted her head to look up at him, placing a kiss onto his chin affectionately.

“Well, we raised them well, s’jus our job to make sure they learn from their mistakes. I’m just glad they got your emotional vulnerability, and I hope our little butterfly does too” Ransom spoke softly, his fingers brushing against her growing stomach, feeling the tiny butterfly-like flutters hitting against his hand. His hopefully, baby girl, kicking against his hand.

“Oh she’ll be just like her daddy, I can feel it” Y/n smirked kissing his lips gently, her lips basically ghosting over his to tease him, giggling when she felt his hand push her into the kiss. Their kiss only being interrupted when they heard their two boys call for them downstairs, their little Drysdale troublemakers.

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Daddy’s a builder

Pairing:Husband!Construction!Chris x Wife!Mom!Reader

Summary: When the kids want a treehouse? Chris comes to the rescue. When the kids want lunch? Oh that’s momma’s specialty ‼️Southern Dilf Chris Fluff‼️

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(Chris' P.O.V)

“Ya alright sugar?” I asked creeping up behind my gorgeous wife, her lovely self making our family a small lunch as a break from the work outside. Her pink apron gave her a domestic look along with her strawberry patterned dress, her lavender scent filling my nostrils as I approached her from behind.

My hands couldn’t help but land on her ass, it was practically asking me to touch it.

“What d'ya need honey?” She asked sweetly, her head turning to look at me, her fingers stopping midway cutting up a sandwich into triangles.

“Jus you” I whined playfully, wrapping my arms around her waist to bring her against my chest, hearing her giggle fill my ears, my lips attaching themselves to the back of her ear where she had a tiny tattoo. A small “C.E” just for me to see and know about it.

“Baby what if the kids come in?” In truth, I didn’t care if they did, so what if they see me being affectionate with the love of my life?

“Sweetheart, is it a crime to see their ma and pa so in love with each other?” I questioned, watching her face turn red as she shook it shyly.

“Ya almost done out there?” Y/n turned around in my arms, her hands going to my face as she scratched my beard with her newly painted nails, her eyes dazing into mine. “Nearly precious, the kids are already tryna climb the frickin thing” I laughed, looking out the glass door to see my now 6 year old Noah and 4 year old Leonora attempting to climb the trunk but clearly failing.

“Awk hun look at them, they’re so cute” I watched my wife pout, her rosy lips jutting out adorably, her pregnancy glow making her that even more beautiful. We both said we wanted a huge family and hell were we gonna get one. I even made the house we lived in big enough for that, enough bedrooms and lots of yard space for the little buggers to mess about in.

“You’re so cute” Grabbing onto her face I pressed a needy kiss onto her lips, the overwhelming amount of love I felt for this woman taking over. “Go get the kids hun, their food’s ready” She laughed shoving me off playfully, causing me to shake my head and go off back into the back yard.

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“NOAH, LEONORA, MOMMA HAS YOUR FOOD” I heard Chris shout by the porch, he knelt down with his tatted arms out, in nothing but work trousers, waiting for each kid to launch themselves into his arms like always. He hoisted them up with one on each hip, Leonora's growing curls bouncing crazily, whilst Noah's pin straight hair looked hectic with the amount of rolling around they did.

“Look at my tiny goblins, lookin' all cute n' scruffy like their daddy” I joked kissing each of them on the cheek and lifting then each into their own chairs in the dining room.

To say I got lucky with Chris was such an understatement, there’s no one else I would rather grow a family with. Hell now that I was 6 months pregnant, I couldn’t keep him off me. He had taken on the role of a father so darn well from when we first had Noah, his construction mind coming into play when making the crib and rocking chair. Heck as soon as the kids even mentioned a treehouse, Chris had started a rant of ‘ daddy’s a builder, he can build you your own spaceship, ain’t no need for some fancy contractor to pay for'

“What ya thinkin in that pretty lil' head of yours momma” He whispered into my ear as we watched the kids scoff down their sandwiches and fries, Noah just letting Leonora take his extra chips knowing she wanted them more than he did.

“Jus how lucky I got with ya hun” I replied smiling up at him, the pencil behind his ear wiggling when a ginormous smile came up onto his face. “If you weren’t knocked up already, I woulda knocked you up tonight” He growled playfully, his hands squeezing my hips affectionately.

“Ya wanna see the playhouse so far?” He asked, with both kids preoccupied with trading bits of food, I couldn’t help but agree and follow him out hand-in-hand. He helped me out slowly over the step and down the porch,

“What d'ya think precious? It’s a bit rough on the edges but with a bit of work-“

“I love it Chris” Interrupting him, I subconsciously put my hand onto my stomach,

“Our kids are so lucky to have you, you’re such a good daddy” I replied looking up at him through the hot August sun, his now sun-kissed tanned skin glimmering in the sunlight.

“You do so much for our babies, I really couldn’t ask for anythin more hun”

“Yeah but i’ll never forget the first person I called 'baby'” He joked winking at me, pulling me closer to him, one of his hands going to rest on my stomach as usual. “Then over there baby by the pool, i’m gonna put up a tyre swing so the little muckers have somethin else to do, n' over by the shrubs i’m thinkin of a teahouse for Leonora and possibly other girls to come?” He peered with questioning eyes, one eyebrow raised as he asked the question.

“Ya frickin crazy Chris, how many kids ya want?” I laughed out as he brought us over to sit on the swinging chair nearer to the porch under the shade of our apple tree. “Enough to keep our house as crazy as it already is gorgeous, plus ya know you’re irresistible right? Can’t get enough of ya”

He teased pressing kisses from my neck up to my cheek, his arm around my waist caressing my side slowly as we just looked at each other lovingly.

“God I love ya more than I can imagine Chris”

“Gosh save it for the bedroom sweetheart” Hitting his chest gently I scooted away from him on the swinging bench,

“Awk precious don’ be like that, don’t leave ya baby daddy all alone over 'ere. Your poor poor husband jus wants some lovin'. Ya know I love you more than life itself bug”

With one arm he reached around my waist and pulled me into his side, with both of my feet now onto the bench also I leaned into his chest, basically laying on him.

“Momma?” I heard a small voice say from inside, “Out here angel”

Seconds later I saw Noah and Leonora walk out hand in hand, Leonora slightly stumbling with her steps, Noah had been so patient wit her. I couldn’t have asked for Leonora to have a better older brother.

“Can we play with 'odger” Leonora stuttered out,

“Course buddy, he’s over by the tree jus waitin' on yall to play” Chris replied, one hand in my hair as he pointed them in the direction of rhe sun bathing Dodger. Both kids instantly running in his direction chasing him, throwing the ball for him and giving him a multitude of cuddles.

“I’ll jus give the treehouse a run over with the vacuum and broom, n' it’ll be all good for them tomorrow”

“Ya realise they’ll live in that for as long as they can right babe?“

“Well at gives us more alone time doesn' it?”

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Mafia boss Sukuna “accidentally” getting his worse enemy’s daughter pregnant.

if you think about it, "biker" and "bikini" only have a three letter difference 😌

idk where im going w this 🤭

Sounds like something a higher than a kite biker Bucky would say to Gorgeous.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you say, lifting your arm off your eyes, the bright sun making you blink.

Bucky plants his hands on either side of your head. His bare chest, warm and tatted, hovering over your sun-kissed body as he kisses your neck. He smells earthy. You like it.

"Three letters separate the words. Three strings separate—" he tugs the knotted bow on your waist,—"you from me."

You drop your arm behind your head and stare. You're not following his logic but that's okay.

Because as he tugs those three little strings loose and you feel his erection grow hard and thick against your thigh, you remember that Bucky has always been better at show than tell.