Teeney sweet fluff. Robby getting humbled by his toddler
Warnings: nonezo
“Come on now, honey, you know you can’t resist my charms” Robby says as his arms wrap around your middle from behind. He rests his chin on your shoulder and nuzzles gently.
You giggle softly and playfully scoff at your husband.
“Ok, big boy, calm down…dessert comes after dinner” you say before scratching under his beard and gently tugging his chin down for a kiss.
You both hear your 2 year old son giggle from his high chair as he watches his parents in love.
“Ew daddy…no kiss mommy” he shrieks while kicking his feet and letting out a belly laugh “my mommy!”
Robbys had a go up in surrender and he slowly backs away from his wife. “You know….your mommy was mine first” he teases his son-who just so happens to basically be his twin.
“My now” he responds simply and pats his father’s cheek.
*****
Several days later you were in the living room folding adult male scrubs, boxer briefs, and socks along with toddler clothes while your son sat on the floor happily engrossed in Bluey.
You both heard the front door open signaling Robby’s return from work.
After a quick shower, he joins you both in the living room. He leans over the back of the couch to kiss you softly. “Hey mama bear”
“Hey there, big boy…how was work? We missed you here”
“I’ll brief you on the happenings of the Pitt later…right now I wanna watch the Steelers game with my wife and son and eat bad take out.”
Robby leans over and kisses the top of your son’s head and reaches for the remote on the coffee table.
“Hey buddy, you ready to cheer with me?”
In that instant, your boy realizes Bluey is about to go bye-bye. And he’s not ready.
Just as Robby stands back up fully, he leaps to his feet and grabs for the remote while looking up at Robby and screaming, “NO, BIG BOY! STOP!”
The vaulted ceilings in your brownstone reverberate with the sound of your absolutely obnoxious belly laugh that came on quick and was now uncontrollable.
Robby stood there frozen as tears of laughter ran down your face from the couch.
“Bluey almos’ done, big boy. Give me ‘mote”
He reaches to grab for the remote again and grabs it successfully. He plops back down in the floor and resumes his focus on the show in front of him.
Another torrent of laughter leaves your lungs that almost resembles a shriek and is followed by a snort. You bury your face in one of your throw pillows in a desperate attempt to control yourself.
"Three days. I don't know how you managed it babe but I love it." Jack stretches, luxuriating in the freedom. He's on the couch, an ottoman between his legs so Robby can sit down between them and Jack can work on his shoulders and neck. Robby alternates between massaging his left foot and leg and his residual right leg. He always knows how to dig in and coax his muscles into relaxing.
It's become a tradition when they have time off together, a way to relax into spending time away from work.
"Once a month when I can manage it. One of the perks of being in charge," he smirks over his shoulder at his husband.
Jack leans forward to busk a kiss to his left shoulder, the back of his neck, then the other shoulder. "Power's sexy on you."
"You're ridiculous."
"You wouldn't have me any other way."
"Damn right I wouldn't."
Robby taps his leg and Jack moves it from his lap. He stands up, stretching, his well worn sleep pants dipping low, giving Jack a good view of his belly and his hip bones.
"Ooh. Gimme."
"Seriously?"
"Get those hips closer, Robinavitch." With a grin Jack scritches blunt nails across warm skin and coarse body hair. He fucking loves his hips, the warmth of his skin and the way Robby blushes to the tips of his ears when Jack loves on him.
Fondly Robby strokes a hand through his hair. "Ridiculous."
"Hey, I know what I like."
As he headed into the kitchen Jack called after him, "Don't you dare hike those pants back up. I demand a show on your way back!"
"I married a lunatic."
"And don't you forget it."
Starting their time off with closeness and laughter was Jack's favorite past time.
DOODLES I did in compensation for not uploading writing. HOPE YOU LIKE THEM! Bill and the axolotl was just a space filler but it turned out pretty fun. I like drawing the swishy tail.
* Tony, Peter and Pepper, right after watching a movie Peter had chosen for movie night *
Tony: * concerned * Peter, if you need to talk to someone…
Pepper: * snorts out a laugh*
Tony: Peps, this is serious! I mean, if he actually enjoys this kind of movie, we might need to seek professional help!
Peter: I can't believe you're trying to bash ‘The Time of The Gypsies! I mean, sure, it’s not Star Wars, but it is a masterpiece!
Tony:
Pepper: Kid’s right! We can’t keep watching only action and sci-fi flicks and listen to your incessant bashing of their tech inaccuracies!
Peter: And… That movie is incredible!
Tony: That movie made no sense! The only cool part was the damn turkey! And they cooked it!"
Peter: Pepper, I'm afraid there is no hope…
Pepper: Don't I know it, kid? Thank God I got you, now.
Tony: That’s it! Fri, play The Transporter! I need to cleanse my brain! And you two just lost your movie-picking privileges for the next three movie nights.
I think Guangyao's ideal height is about one or two apples tall.
That way his Er-ge can pick him up with just two fingers and place him in his pocket when he overworks himself and refuses to rest.
Guangyao won't admit it but he sleeps best tucked in there, hearing his calming heartbeat.
He places him in his shoulder when he plays the guqin and Guangyao gives him small pats following the rhythm.
When he is stressed or overwhelmed he hides behind his hair, which usually happens when Mingjue looks angry or Madam Jin is nearby.
His Da-ge, on the other hand, places him on his shoulder to keep an eye on him, so he doesn't cause any mischief.
Xichen doesn't think that's necessary because Guangyao is very well behaved. But he also knows Mingjue sneaks Guangyao candy when he helps him with his paperwork.
And that Mingjue goes very red when Guangyao sits on top of his head like a tiny general.
“Yes?” Resigning himself to the belief that the mood was now gone, he confessed sheepishly, “It’s been hard, okay? I was with Lilith for so long, once she left me….I missed having someone to hold.”
“I see….”
Lucifer sighed. “I can take you back to the hotel-”
Alastor grabbed him by the arm and practically threw him onto the large, plush bed. “That won’t be necessary.”
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Three hours and eight fucking sessions later….
With eyes closed and a content sigh, Alastor emerged from the bathroom with steam still billowing behind him from how hot the shower had been. He had elected to clean up after their torrid, raunchy affair all over the bed. Lucifer conceded to doing it later, not wanting to admit he couldn’t walk from how aggressively Alastor had fucked him.
When Alastor opened his eyes, he chuckled to himself and bore a genuine grin on his face from what awaited him in bed. The duckie plushie was nearly half of Lucifer’s petite size, making it a perfect companion for the devil to cuddle with. He was curled up on his side, duckie wrapped in his arms, and passed out sound asleep. Carefully, Alastor took his spot behind them both and snuggled against Lucifer’s back.