❅ Title: christmas Morning With The Sawamuras

❅ title: christmas morning with the sawamuras

❅ pairing: dad!daichi sawamura x mom!reader

❅ wc: 1.1k

❅ warnings/notes: sfw. suggestive innuendo at the end. domestic fluff.

You hear them before you see them.

“MOMMY! DADDY!” the children yell as they run towards your bed. “WAKE UP!”

There’s the sudden mmffph that’s forced from your husband’s lungs when the first girl lunges herself on top of his once-sleeping form, followed by a loud groan when your other daughter dogpiles both of them. The girls, aged 7 and 5, are accompanied by their 2-year-old brother who isn’t quite big enough to toss himself onto your king-size bed. You hear him whine as he tries to climb his way onto the bed, so you sit up and reach for him, smiling sleepily as you pull him up to join his sisters in terrorizing their father.

“Daddy! Wake up! Mommy, help us!”

“I’m awake,” he grumbles, opening one of his tired eyes to look over at the window. “What time is it? It’s still dark…” he says, reaching for his phone to check.

“IT’S TIME TO OPEN PRESENTS, DADDY!” your middle child informs him before your oldest chimes in. “THERE ARE SO MANY! WE CAN’T EVEN SEE THE FLOOR UNDER THE CHRISTMAS TREE!”

By now, your little boy has crawled his way into your secure arms, both of you watching and giggling at the scene before you. There is a mess of little arms and legs and long, dark brown hair on top of poor Daichi. The love and adoration his daughters have for him is undeniable. He is technically awake, but not enough to satisfy the girls. The 5-year-old presses her little hands against his cheeks and squishes his face as she gets right up in it and yells into his mouth (as if that’s somehow going to make her louder), “DADDY, WAKE UUUUUUUUUPPPPP!!”

But it worked because now Daichi is laughing. “Alright, now you’ve done it!” he announces, his arms breaking free from the weight of his 5-year-old offender to tickle her sides as she tumbles onto the bed next to him in a ball of high-pitched squeals and laughter.

Finally, the children manage to drag their parents out of bed, the girls taking their father by the hands and whisking him away as your baby boy runs after them. You hang back long enough to put your cozy house robe on before walking into the living room where the oldest is ordering her Daddy to sit on the floor to watch them open their presents. After a big stretch and a scratch of his belly, he obliges. Even with messy hair and eyes watery with sleep, your husband is devastatingly handsome.

“Mommy! You sit there next to Daddy!”

“She’s almost as bossy as her father,” you muse to your husband as you make your way to the floor next to him.

“I’m not bossy,” he retorts groggily.

You raise your eyebrows at him and press your lips together to stifle the tempting ‘I told you so’ that desperately wants to be said when he starts laying down the law.

“Listen up, kids!” he says with a big yawn. “Here are the rules! All gifts must be handed to me first to see who they’re for! No opening each other’s gifts and no fighting over them either! Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy,” they all chirp in unison as you kneel behind him to drape your arms over his shoulders and kiss him on the cheek.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper in his ear with a nibble to the lobe.

“Watch it, angel,” he growls with a smirk before turning his focus back to your three crotch goblins.

“Go! Have at it!” he permits with a wave of his hand and immediately three gifts are eagerly shoved in his face. The kids practically dive under the tree like a bunch of wild savages, ripped wrapping paper and ribbons and bows flying every which way.

“Daddy,” your soft-spoken toddler says, holding out a box. “Help open, pwease?”

“Of course, buddy,” Daichi smiles, taking the box as his son sits on his lap. “Oh, babe…”

“Already on it!” you say, halfway to your bedroom to fetch his pocket knife from his nightstand drawer. Seconds later, you’re back, putting the tool in Daichi’s outstretched hand.

“You’re as handy as a pocket on a shirt, you know that?” he grins as you settle beside him on the floor again. “Thanks, babe.” He leans over to give you a quick peck on your smiling lips before turning to his little boy. “Hey, buddy, why don’t you sit in Mommy’s lap so I can help open your box, okay?”

“Nkay…” the boy beams as he climbs his way over to you. He watches intently as his father cuts through the tape before passing the box to him. His little hands awkwardly work the flaps open as his big, brown eyes widen when he sees what’s inside.

“What is it?” Daichi asks with excitement.

“PIKACHU!” he says gleefully, beaming as he holds the plushie of his favorite Pokemon up for his father to see.

Outside, the sun is breaking the horizon as you and your husband treasure the sight of your three babies as they chatter and shuffle about with the occasional squeal of delight and the steady stream of “Mommy! Daddy! Look!” that accompanies the presentation of every toy and game.

In the midst of the chaos, time seems to slow down when your husband scoots closer to you and pulls you into his lap, trapping you in his strong arms to brush his nose against yours and whisper “I love you”. You slot your lips with his to share a lingering kiss, broken only by your soft proclamation of the love you have for him.

You’re both smiling against each other’s lips when Daichi says, “Thank you, baby.”

“Mm…for what?”

“For them,” he mutters, glancing over at your happy kids before kissing you again, more deeply this time, sneaking in a little tongue.

“EWWW GROSS!!” The two girls protest at the sight of their parents. “They’re sucking each other’s faces again!”

You and Daichi laugh quietly, your romantic moment interrupted. “Such as they are,” your husband jokes, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You’re welcome, baby,” you chuckle, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Daichi waggles his eyebrows at you with a wicked smirk. “Speaking of which…I’ll give you your present later.”

“Yeah?” You bite your lip seductively. “What is it?”

With a small shake of his head, he says, “Can’t tell you. It’s a surprise.”

“Is it big?” you snicker.

He nods, his naughty grin growing wider.

“Is it hard?”

“Not yet, but it will be.”

“IS IT A BIKE TIRE??” your 5-year-old guesses loudly, sending you and your husband into a fit of laughter on the floor.

“No, honey,” Daichi wheezes, barely able to get the words out. “But your mom can certainly ride it.”

“DAICHI!” you scold, playfully slapping his arm as your writhe on the floor with him.

Your daughter looks on with confusion, but eventually shrugs and rejoins her siblings in their pile of presents.

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modern warfare 2: ghost (comic series)

🗲 issue #1 🗲 issue #2 🗲 issue #3

• your love is king🔥 ➣➣part II🔥 • body worship + praise kink • sub!könig🔥 • triumvirate [ft. simon 'ghost' riley]🔥 • butt stuff🔥

• i want you to want me🔥 • call me any, any time🔥 ➢➢johnny comes home🔥 • relationship headcanons (sfw and nsfw) ➢➢more (sfw and nsfw)

• the captain of my sea🔥 • magic fingers🔥

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julietta67

4 years ago

18 Year Old Tania Harris Was Shot Twice By Police In Robbinsdale, MN Yesterday. Police Were Called To

18 year old Tania Harris was shot twice by police in Robbinsdale, MN yesterday. Police were called to the scene to protect her from a potential fight and are claiming she had a knife but her mother and witnesses are saying that her mother had taken the knife from her before police shot her.

Tania was cuffed and put in the back of the squad car after being shot.

She survived the shooting and is in stable condition.

The local activists are already planning actions around supporting her.

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julietta67

7 years ago

@sam-winchester-hunting-log @heavensmostterrifyingweapon @classicrockcassettes @dontscratchtheimpala

OOC- I don’t care if this meme is outdated, I think they’re funny. Let me know what you think.

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julietta67

7 years ago

“I love you” 😣 (This edit was made by babydaddydean_ on instagram so please go and check her out! I repeat this is her edit and NOT mine)

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julietta67

2 years ago

I disagree. Ghost holds hands when he is eating you put to.stop you from squirming so much

A/N: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader. Oral. Wet stuff. He’s nasty.

Outside of their “moments,” Ghost won’t touch her unless he has to. He maintains a professional distance, and a part of her longs to stake her claim. Hold his damn hand, so the team understands how he gets on his knees for her or allows her to ride him.

He’s a legend to them. A myth. The lone wolf whose kill count is in the thousands.

How many?

I don’t count ‘em.

Oh?

I don’t lose sleep if that’s what you’re asking.

They needle her, poke fun because she’s a woman, and it’s just so damn easy. Ghost never does, though. Ghost treats her like he treats everyone else with cool, stoic regard.

Except when he fucks her. There’s that.

***

It’s an uneventful night. The rest of the team is playing poker around a plastic card table. There’s smoke in the air from cheap cigars. Whiskey that’s sticking to her throat as she downs it. She leans against the doorway; arms crossed firmly over her chest. She should go to sleep.

“Duchess.”

There he is. That voice matches the cigar smoke. It’s thick and impenetrable, and it licks up her spine. She feels his broad chest against her back, the heat of his bulk, and she wants the others to turn around and catch them. Sure it would appear like their lieutenant is simply chatting with her, but if they looked closely, they’d see...

He lowers his head so that his breath grazes her ear. “Needy, are we?”

She bites her lip, shutting her eyes. “No.”

“You may not believe I watch you, but I do.” If possible, his voice becomes even lower, dragging over gravel and full of suggestion. “I think about the sounds you make when I got my tongue inside you.”

She shudders, thighs squeezing together. Ghost’s pelvis shifts against her ass, and she restrains herself from leaning into his massive warmth.

“It’s bloody distracting,” he exhales. “Tryin’ to give orders when all I can see is that wet little cunt in front of my face.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“They don’t see how I look at you,” he continues. “But that’s because it’s mine. What we do...what we have...that’s all mine, darling.”

She buries her nails into her forearm until it hurts. She glances at him over her shoulder, and he’s staring straight ahead like he hasn’t just confessed an intimate truth. He’s so close she can discern his blonde lashes, his deep sea eyes. They flicker toward her.

“Ghost,” she murmurs as he draws closer.

***

“Simon,” she moans, hips rolling against his face. He’s shoved his mask above his nose as he blows cool air against her cunt. He parts her folds and nudges his thumb against the swollen nub as she clenches down on nothing. His touch is practiced as he strokes and teases her. He slips his fingers inside her pussy before removing them.

“Duchess,” he replies flatly, a flash of amusement like he enjoys wrecking her with as few gestures as possible. He holds her thighs open before he lowers his mouth and slides the flat of his tongue against the seam of her sex. She jerks, her foot knocking into the hard muscle of his torso.

“Easy, now,” he croons. “Stay still so I can eat you the way I like, yeah?”

One broad palm slaps gently against her inner thigh and pins it to the mattress. He sinks back down and buries his face into her pussy, lapping and sucking with a deliberate rhythm. He feasts, switching between his tongue and fingers. He crooks them inside her, thrusts in time with the soft sucks on her clit. There are the wet noises of her walls contracting around him. Ghost’s rumbling sounds of contentment as he tastes her.

“Red,” he warns when she bucks against his face and potentially breaks his nose against her lower belly.

“I can’t-I can’t help it,” she pants, and he sighs. It is impossible with the way he’s pulling pleasure from her. She feels like a naked branch in a storm, shivering and snapping against a glass window. Her muscles tense, her thighs twitch, and she can’t find leverage on this shitty cot.

Finally, she feels warm flesh brush against her knuckles. She glances down as Ghost threads his thick fingers through her own. His hand dwarfs her fist as he pins it to the mattress. It anchors her body and allows her something to hold onto as she straddles the oncoming climax. She’s leaking all over him, slick running down her ass and staining the sheets. It encourages him. His hips grind into the bed, his pupils blown out as he watches her shudder; it feels so good.

His thumb draws little circles against her hand as if to comfort her through it like this was a challenging task she had to win, an endgame for a mission. Her lungs are screaming - her heart thumps wildly against her ribs as the pleasure builds like a chemical reaction. Shocking. Overwhelming.

Tears prick her eyes. She swallows a sob as his stubble scorches her skin, his silky plush lips maneuvering against her cunt like he’s memorized it. Perhaps, he has. He's got a photographic memory, he handles her like he handles every precious weapon in his arsenal.

It’s coming - the pressure inside her core begins to cramp and fold until it slams right up against Ghost’s insistent mouth.

“I feel it,” he groans as her walls spasm and her pelvis stutters against his chin. He tightens his grip on her hand, his other fingers sliding in and out of her soaked heat in an even, lazy drag.

“It’s - fuck - it’s too much,” she whines, and he doubles his pace, prepared to shove her off the damn cliff.

“You’re a big girl, love,” he coaxes. “You can handle it, yeah? I know how good you are.”

That’s enough. Ghost’s praise that he hardly ever gives to anyone. It shoots her straight between the legs, where her cunt pulses and throbs like a wound. There’s so much pressure before everything is liquid. She feels wet, dripping, and when he rises to his knees, she is all over the lower half of his face.

He grins, straight, white teeth burning in the dark like a a crescent of stars, and she is momentarily stunned. She’s never seen him smile, or his teeth for that matter. She wants to lick them, taste them, and swallow him whole. The corner of his lips twitches like he knows what she’s thinking before he rucks the ski mask back down over his chin that’s gleaming with her slick.

She sits up abruptly, reaching for him. “You can’t-”

“I can,” he grunts, flipping her onto her side and slapping her thigh. “Get your pretty ass dressed. We’ve got wheels up in thirty.”

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julietta67

2 years ago

dangerous game

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: Following Bucky’s orders was never your strong suit. But when you sneak out when there’s a threat, you learn that sometimes it’s best to listen.

Warnings: pet names [princess], a smidge of angst, a bit of fluff, smut; mention of non-con (not by Bucky), unprotected sex, allusion to oral (f recieving). THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Author's note: because I can’t seem to focus on one thing at once I finally got around to finishing this. This was born from the gif because damn he looks so good. (word count: 1.9k)

"You're playing a dangerous game, princess," Bucky growls into the phone.

"Yeah? Well it's a shame you're going to lose then isn't it?" You counter, rolling your eyes at your friend who can’t stop giggling.

You know it isn’t the smartest of ideas sneaking out when Bucky has specifically told you to stay in tonight but at this point, you were finding it hard to care. Being cooped up for the past week was driving you crazy. You’d grown up with empty threats your whole life thanks to your father, the majority of your childhood and teenage years were sheltered and you’d be damned if you let your twenties go the same way.

“Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you and we can put this behind us,” Bucky grits through his teeth.

You can picture him right now, jaw clenching deliciously as he tries his best to stay calm. Riling him up is your favourite game to play.

You wink at your friend before giving Bucky your final words, “eat me, Barnes.”

You end the call, throwing your phone back into your purse before linking arms with your friend and heading inside the crowded club.

After a couple of drinks any underlying guilt you felt at sneaking out had dissipated. You let the beat of the music take over as you danced with your friend, easily catching the eyes of some men across the room. You grind playfully back into your friend, throwing a wink at the cute guy who couldn’t take his eyes of you, only breaking eye contact to turn to your friend.

“I’m going to head to the bathroom, I’ll be right back!” you shout over the music before heading off the dancefloor.

You were so used to having a bodyguard with you, you hadn’t even thought to keep aware of your surroundings. It isn’t until you’re dragged into a dimly lit storage room that you realise the position you’ve put yourself in.

“You’re a hard little thing to get alone,” a voice growls in your ear, your front pressed harshly against the wall, your hands in a tight grip behind your back.

“Get off of me,” you shout, struggling in the man's grip.

The chuckle he lets out has your stomach churning in fear, “you’re a feisty little one, I like that.”

Your panic only grows as you feel him press into you harder, feeling his erection against your ass, it only has you struggling more.

He whips you around so quickly it has your head spinning, one hand grips your wrists, pinning them above your head as the other takes a tight hold of your jaw.

The smell of cigarettes on his breath has you gagging as he speaks, “now, my boss doesn’t care what state I deliver you in, as long as you’re alive, so I'd suggest you behave.”

Your eyes widen as you stop struggling to get out of his hold.

“Not as stupid as you look are you,” he snarls, “you’re a pretty little thing though, might just have to have some fun anyway.”

Fear surges throughout your body. You know you can’t overpower him but you refuse to just accept what’s about to happen.

In a last effort of defiance you spit in his face, “fuck you!”

The smirk that stretches his chapped lips is nothing short of evil, “oh I plan to.”

You scrunch your eyes shut as he leans in, the feel of his tongue against your cheek has a broken sob escaping you. But, as soon as you feel him pressed against you he’s gone.

Without his body to keep you upright you slide down the wall to the floor, hugging your knees tightly as you keep your eyes tightly closed.

You can hear commotion until it all goes quiet. Yet you’re too shaken to open your eyes.

“Princess, it’s okay.”

At the sound of Bucky’s voice your eyes shoot open. The man that had grabbed you is laid unconscious in a heap by the opposite wall and Bucky is crouched in front of you, his eyes wildly scanning over you.

Without a second thought you fling yourself into his arms, your tears finally escaping as your body shakes with the force of your cries.

“Shh, you’re okay, I’ve got you. You’re okay,” you hear Bucky’s voice whisper to you softly, his hand soothing up and down your back. You grip onto him tighter, the leather of his jacket scrunching in your fists as he lifts you gently and carries you from the room.

By the time he has you in the back of the car your crying has stopped and a quietness settles over you both. Without looking you know his eyes are constantly flicking to look at you in the rear view mirror.

It’s not until he’s gotten you home and into your room that you finally speak.

“I’m sorry.”

You can tell he wasn’t expecting that, his eyes widening slightly as he sighs, running his hand down his face.

“This shit is exactly why I need you to listen to me,” he says slowly, you’re not sure if it’s to keep from scaring you or to keep his anger in check.

“I know,” you whisper.

“I’m not trying to clip your wings here, princess,” he sighs, sitting next to you on your bed, “but when I say there’s a threat, it means there’s a threat.”

“You don’t have to pretend to care about me, I know it’s your job you care about,” you snap. Your shock and fear slowly morphing into anger and embarrassment at the situation.

His breathy chuckle surprises you almost as much as his next words, “you clearly haven’t been paying attention, princess,” he murmurs, cupping your cheeks in his large hands as he guides you to look at him.

You’re so used to seeing Bucky with a frown on his face - let’s face it, you don’t make his life easy - that the softness he’s levelling you with now is hard to digest.

“You’ve got me all wrong if you think I don't care about you.”

Your eyes widen at his admission, your heart pounding in your chest for a whole new reason. You can’t help as your eyes flick from his eyes to his lips, your tongue dampening your own in the process. Bucky’s eyes watch the movement and his eyes seem to darken.

The two of you move almost in sync as your lips press together. He holds you with such a delicate touch, as if afraid you’ll break, and as much as you appreciate it, it’s not what you need right now.

You make the move to straddle his thighs, your hands tangling in his hair as you press your lips harder against him - hoping he’d get what you need. Yet, his hands rest gently on your hips.

Pulling back breathlessly you rest your forehead against his, “please make me forget, Bucky.”

He pulls back from you slightly, tucking your hair behind your ear, “princess, are you sure about this?”

You nod meekly, “I don’t want to feel his touch on me.”

Those are all the words Bucky needs to hear before he’s flipping you onto your back swiftly. His lips descending on yours in a passionate kiss as he slots himself between your thighs. The short dress you’re wearing settles around your hips but you don’t have it in you to feel shy as his lips scorch a path down your throat.

“Fuck, princess, thought about this moment for so long,” he grunts, his fingers trailing up your bare thigh before pressing down on the front of your silk panties.

Your back arches at the contact as you tug on his hair to pull his lips back to yours.

Bucky rubs you over your panties, swallowing the small whimpers coming from you.

“Please Bucky, need you,” you sob.

“Yeah, want my fingers, princess?” he teases, pulling your soaked panties to the side and groaning at how wet you are.

“Want your cock,” you plead, too wound up to feel embarrassed by how needy you sound, “please fuck me.”

You clench around nothing at the growl he lets out as he sits up quickly. He shrugs his leather jacket off, the black t-shirt underneath clinging to his muscular form. You watch as he undoes his belt, not even bothering to take it off before he’s pushing his jeans down just enough to release his hard cock.

He smirks at the whimper you let out at the sight of him as he leans back over you, resting his weight on his metal arm as he grabs his cock. Your body jolts slightly as he taps the head on your sensitive clit.

“You ready, princess?” he whispers against your lips.

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling his full weight onto you as you kiss him again, only parting from his lips when you feel him start to push into you.

The stretch is delicious and you can’t stop the groan that falls from your lips as he slowly pushes into you fully.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts above you, his breath fanning your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

The low growl he lets out as he starts pulling back goes straight to your core as you clench around him. You’ve never felt so full, so complete, so safe.

He pushes back in with a harsh thrust that has your back arching. The pace he sets is rough and fast - just what you need.

You grip onto his shoulders, holding on as he pushes your body to pleasure you’ve only ever dreamed of.

“Fuck, yes, right there,” you chant as he hits your spot with each thrust.

“You like that, princess?” he grunts, his flesh hand wrapping gently around your throat - not enough to restrict your breathing but enough to send your heart soaring. “Gonna have to keep you stuffed with my cock to stop you running off.”

You whimper against his lips, “won’t do it again, I promise.”

“I know you won’t. Can’t lose you, princess.”

He kisses you with a ferocity that has you mind spinning. Your grip on him tightening as you come closer to your end.

“Shit, Bucky, gonna cum,” you pant.

When his metal digits reach your clit it sets your whole body ablaze. You clench around him like a vice, causing his hips to stutter as he cums with a groan.

The two of you lay there for a moment. Bucky’s face is tucked in your neck and you can feel his panting breath against your sweat slicked skin.

“I mean it, you can’t do that again,” Bucky whispers after some time. The vulnerability in his voice has guilt stirring in the pit of your stomach.

You give his hair a gentle tug, hinting at him to look at you. When he does you rest your palm against his cheek, smiling at the way he leans into your touch.

“I promise, I’ll listen. It won’t happen again.”

Seemingly satisfied with your answer he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss before he sits up between your legs with a smirk, pulling his softening cock from your aching hole.

“Well, now that you’re taken care of, I have a request to fulfil.”

You watch as he grips your panties, pulling them down your legs before spreading your thighs further, keeping them open with his shoulders.

“Buck, what are you doing?” you ask hesitantly.

He looks at you with a glint in his eye, “I seem to remember you saying ‘eat me, Barnes’.”

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this slice of bodyguard!Bucky ❤️ as always, comments and reblogs are super appreciated ✨❤️

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julietta67

8 years ago

If you like Supernatural you can talk about it with me

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julietta67

1 year ago

Clan of Three Series

Clan of Three - Series Masterlist

A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Word Count: 137.4K