#was it a crayon brush? yes. yes it was.

[bubbeebear]

I'm in a good mood

[kyurochurro]

there’s this really nice photo of Paul and George bundled up in this really long hand knit scarf made by fans! so I redrew it :3 🎼🎸🧶✨

[dave-the-timelord]

Some doodles i did in ms paint

[monsteractiasluna]

Sun but I drew him in MSpaint :)

[rosa-lilisrandomness]

Bunnies with different drawing styles! Which brush looks better?

[sysig]

Can’t, too busy flirting ♥ (Patreon)

[zonkutonshorrifyingpeenie]

Y'know

For the first 'proper' piece I've done in a hot minute...

This 20-ish minute sketch of me and me mate's sonas sharing a teeny lil smooch is quite nice and I'm proud of myself

[luveline]

I can’t remember if you’ve done one yet of Jack being jealous of the new baby not because of his dad’s attention but because of readers!

“Jack, Jack, Jack,” Aaron says, hands on Jack’s shoulders where his son sits at the kitchen table, “I forgot to tell you, I got you a present.” 

“What kind?” Jack asks, used to presents by now. There’s been books, crayons, and enough toy cars to fill his parking garage to the brim. 

“What kind do you think?” 

He likes when his dad speaks like that. Aaron’s a peppy dad, he says everything in an altered bubbly tone that makes Jack smile, but his best voice is the soft one. Lightly teasing. He hugs Jack with one arm from behind, pressing his nose to Jack’s hair momentarily. 

“A big one?” Jack asks. 

“Sort of…” Aaron smiles. “Do you want me to go get it?” 

Jack’s about to say yes with a laugh, his excitement like a warm flame just below an outheld hand, but he stops when he hears a familiar gurgly sound and your loving laughter. 

“I know, baby.” That’s your voice, tired and soft as his father’s. “You’re exhausted. Let me give you a little squeeze before you sleep, hm? You’ll cry yourself awake if I don’t, you get all those trapped burps.” You laugh to yourself.

Jack sighs and turns back to his drawing. “Okay, dad,” he says, clearly monotonous. 

Aaron frowns behind his head. “Okay, buddy. It’s in the den.” 

“Okie dokie.” 

“Jack,” he says, and not a lot else. 

Aaron can’t wrap his head around it. Jack was so, so excited for Noah. He bragged to everyone at school that his step-mom was having a baby, that he’d have a little brother, and that they were all moving into a big house with a nice yard to play soccer. Jack and Noah Hotchner, best friends since the minute Noah was born. Or, that’s what you and Aaron hoped for.

It started well. Jack is gentle, and he’s understanding; he realised the baby would need extra care, and he’s done nothing but kiss and cuddle his new brother whenever they’re together. You got him a sound machine and some custom fitted earplugs for the long nights of crying, you never put Noah before him if you could help it. Aaron even pencilled in an hour of Jack time each day, but it isn’t working anymore. Jack’s just sad. 

The present is a jigsaw puzzle. A thousand pieces of guaranteed time spent together, but Aaron doesn’t have high hopes. 

He takes the two short steps down into the den to meet your eyes, shaking his head slowly. “I don’t know,” he mouths. 

You pat the baby’s back. “Well, I might have a suggestion.”

He couldn’t want to hear it more. “Tell me.” 

You hold his baby (your baby but his more urgently, the feeling an ache in his chest and hands) still as small and curled as a rabbit against your chest. Noah’s legs twitch in his onesie, his dark hair short where it brushes your lips. “I think maybe Jack misses me. I miss him, and I’m the grown up. I feel like I barely see him even though we’re living in the same house.” 

Aaron pauses, resting the jigsaw puzzle on the sideboard.

There’s no point in underselling the importance of you in Jack's life. You’re integral to Jack’s happiness, and Aaron can’t believe he hadn’t thought of your suggestion before now; he’s amazed by his own ego. Of course Jack misses you. You spend half your life nursing, which is half a life away from you he didn’t feel before.

“That’s what it is,” Aaron says. 

“Yeah?” you ask. 

He takes Noah from your arms, settling him on the slope of his chest. “If it isn’t, we might be out of answers.” Aaron rubs Noah’s back with delight. It’s nice to see a solution to Jack’s upset in sight, and nice to hold the baby while he’s in a good mood. “Seriously, honey. I think you’re right.” 

“What are we gonna do if it isn’t me?” 

“Give this one back?” 

“That’s not funny.” 

“Sorry, I’m kidding!” He gives Noah a little soft kiss. “Just kidding, beautiful. You’re all mine.” 

You take the jigsaw and give him a smile that borders shy. If his arms weren’t full he’d take your wrist in his hand and hold it for a while, but there’s stuff to do. You emerge from the den to the kitchen and Aaron follows. 

“Jack.” 

Jack immediately spins in his seat. Aaron doesn’t need to be a profiler to know your theory is correct. The change in Jack is unmissable. 

“Y/N,” he says, hiding his hope poorly. 

You show him the jigsaw. “I know it’s supposed to be your time with dad, but maybe it can be time with me instead? What do you think?” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah!” You pop the jigsaw in front of him without crushing his drawings. “Can we? I miss you.” 

“I miss you!” he says. 

“Yeah?” You brush his hair back. “You do?” 

“I do, I want to do the puzzle with you! Can we do it?” 

Your smile is part relief, part love. You hook a chair with your ankle and pull it under you as you sit, fingernail already scratching at the plastic wrap on the puzzle to pull it open. “We’re gonna do it right now.” 

The puzzle is a lot of pieces, you’ve barely completed the frame when it’s time for everyone to head to bed, but, reluctant, you and Jack sit at the table where Jack’s climbed into your lap for a ‘better view’, and you’ve wrapped your arms around him, occasionally loosing an arm to direct him to a right piece. The baby put to bed, Aaron pretends to pay more attention to cleaning the kitchen than he’s truly doing, finding himself leaning against the counter with a sterilised bottle in hand as you stroke Jack’s hair. 

“You know I love you?” you ask quietly. 

“Duh. You tell me all the time.” 

“I don’t want you to forget.” 

“I don’t.” 

Jack snaps a puzzle piece in to place and preens at your murmured, “Good job. Maybe we can try to do some of this every night you’re home?” 

Jack doesn’t cry, but it ties Aaron’s heart into a knot anyways when he turns into your chest to hug you tightly. “Okay,” Jack says, voice muffled by your t-shirt. 

You pat his back. His hands scrunch up like he’s worried you’re gonna pull away. 

“Can I get in on this?” Aaron asks. 

“No,” you both say. 

“Please?” 

Jack rubs his cheek into your collar. He doesn’t want to share. “No, dad. It’s not your time.” 

He supposes he does get you every night. “Fine. I love you, though.” 

“Love you too.” 

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Wade's life and his mental health issues a lot, and I just thought about this. Not only being abused, but his entire brain being made out of cancer, and the fact that oxygen was physically taken from his brain over the course of 2+ days multiple times?

We see him coloring a lot and claim multiple times that he doesn't/ can't read (this is probably a bit, I guarantee he can read), but it had me thinking what if some days were more childish then others as part of his coping mechanisms?

At first, Logans was really confused about why Althea puts up with it until he realizes that it's extremely good for him to just... be taken care of? Praised and given affection for the bare minimum? He thinks it's weird. This wasn't the same man he was fighting with yesterday.

Coming into the living room, he sees Wade sprawled out with crayons and markers all around him with multiple pictures already coloured, his notebook having pages ripped out of it as he kicks his feet and hums.

On the tv, there are cartoons playing. Once in a while, he'll look up at the tv and then go back to coloring. "What are you doing??"

"Hi wolvie. 'm colouring."

"He's behaving, so don't ruin it." Al says. There's pictures by her, and she is holding a box of cereal.

"O..kay??" Sitting down, he's almost too curious to just walk away, picking up puppins so she doesn't ruin his drawings, petting her confusedly.

Sometimes, Al will hold out some cereal in her hand. "Wade." And he will see him shimmy over and take the cereal. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, baby."

As hes scooting back to his color spot he stops and watches the tv for a bit longer then usual.

"...What.. the fuck." Logan says to her and she gives him a brow raise. "What?"

"What is he doing?"

"He's coloring. And I thought I was the blind one."

"No no I mean.. those aren't murder plans. That's puppins."

"Yes? And?"

"And.. what did you do to him?"

"Treated him like a human being. Give it a try once inawhile." She says, and he comes back with more pictures, climbing in between them with no regard for space as he leans into her.

"Oh thank you. What is it?"

"It's you."

"Oh? How sweet. Do I look good?"

"Mhm!"

"Im glad. How about you show our friend here your amazing pictures. And he better be nice!"

So wade turns and now is leaning on logan as he points to a different picture. One of Logan with Puppins on a leash with a sun in the corner and crappy grass, a hearts all over the place.

At first he wants to tell him to get off of him, but seeing the pictures and how excited his eyes were to show him, it hits him and he understands.

".. uhm.. thank you?" But he puts it back in his hand. "Oh- you want me to keep it?"

Wade nods and starts cleaning up his crayons.

Logan turns to whisper to Al "How long does this go on?"

"About 2 hours or so."

"Why?"

"God only knows, but it helps with his nightmares."

"Colouring helps with his nightmares??"

"Its more then that. Hey sweetheart? Why don't you bring your ponys out."

"Theyre horses."

"Oh im sorry, my mistake. I think logan here wants to play horses."

Logan gives her a look like excuse me? When did I sign up for that? "No.. uhm.. I think im good."

Wade gets this look of sad innocence but goes to get them anyway, beginning to play by himself, brushing them and making them talk to each other quietly. As if he speaks any louder, he would get hit.

Logan groans and is like "Gimme a fucking horse.."

From then on, Logan is quick to understand what's happening and is much nicer to him, starts giving him snacks, buying him actual coloring books, and has pinned his drawings to the fridge each time he's gifted one. His horses name is Buttercup, by the way.

[wcbblife]

Slow mornings

Thinking about early mornings with Paige and your energetic toddler.

a/n: Those Paige mom hcs just make my mind wander way too much

For some reason, your baby girl woke up way earlier than usual, and you felt a small finger silently poking at your back. You tried to get up as quietly as possible since Paige was still peacefully sleeping next to you. Deciding to let her rest, knowing that all the games and practices were really taking a toll on her, on top of taking care of a toddler, even though she had insisted you wake her no matter what.

The only problem was that your toddler burst with energy as soon as you closed the bedroom door behind you. “Hey, we gotta be quiet. Mommy is still sleeping in there,” you whisper, trying to calm her down, but it’s seemingly no use. Even at the crack of dawn, she always seemed like a ball of energy.

You kneel down to her level, placing a finger to your lips. “Shhh, let’s play a quiet game, okay?”

She nods enthusiastically, but the concept of “quiet” doesn’t seem to register. You lead her to the living room, hoping to find something to keep her occupied without waking Paige. Grabbing her favorite coloring book and crayons, you set her up at the coffee table. “Here, let’s color together.”

For a few minutes, it works. She’s absorbed in her drawing, and you breathe a sigh of relief, thinking you might have bought Paige some more precious sleep. But then, just as quickly, she’s up again, darting around the room with boundless energy.

You try to think of something else to keep her entertained. “How about a snack?” you suggest, heading to the kitchen. She follows you, bouncing on her toes. You grab some fruit and a small cup of juice, hoping the distraction will last a bit longer.

As she munches on the apple slices, you glance at the clock, realizing it’s still so early. The sun is just beginning to peek through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. You sigh, running a hand through your hair. Keeping up with her energy is a challenge, especially when you and Paige are just way too tired.

The only thing that seems to calm her down momentarily is the creak of the door to your shared room. A sleepy Paige emerges from the dark room, her tousled hair on full display. You throw her an apologetic look as your daughter shrieks with delight at the sight of her other mother. She waddles over to Paige, her little feet pattering on the floor, and you see the grin on Paige’s face grow.

“Hey baby,” Paige says, reaching down and groaning slightly as Mia jumps into her arms. “You’re up early.”

Mia takes a careless hold of Paige's chin, shrieking once again, and you watch as Paige winces at the loudness of it.

“Sorry, babe,” you say, moving toward them and rubbing Mia’s back with one hand and Paige’s bicep with the other. Paige shakes her head, leaning in to give your cheek a sweet kiss.

“It’s okay,” she murmurs. “I missed my morning cuddle time anyway.”

Mia babbles something unintelligible, tapping her hands on Paige’s shoulders with excitement. Paige chuckles, bouncing Mia gently to soothe her.

“Aren't you tired, baby girl?” Paige asks Mia, never really expecting a real answer. “Wanna watch Bluey with mommy?” You both jump as your toddler shrieks with excitement. “I'll take that as a yes,” Paige laughs.

“I'll get started with breakfast. Please try and rest some more,” you say, brushing a stray hair off Paige's face and throwing her a worried look.

“You don't gotta worry about me, momma,” she replies, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Alright?”

“Okay, baby,” you respond, unable to suppress the smile on your face as Mia buries her face in the crook of Paige's neck. “Be nice, Mia.”

Paige carries Mia into your room, and you hear her mumble something soothing before the unmistakable tune of Bluey fills the house. You pause for a moment, enjoying the sound of Mia's giggles blending with the cheerful music.

In the kitchen, you start preparing breakfast, the familiar routine bringing a sense of calm. You whisk eggs and pour them into the sizzling pan, the smell of cooking filling the room. You glance over at the room, seeing Paige and Mia cuddled up on the bed, completely engrossed in the show. Paige’s eyes occasionally flutter shut, but Mia’s boundless energy keeps her awake.

You plate the food and bring everything to the table, ready to call them over for breakfast.

“Breakfast is ready!” you announce.

Paige gently disentangles herself from Mia, who protests with a small whine but quickly settles as Paige promises more Bluey after breakfast. She carries Mia over to her highchair and settles her in, making sure she’s comfortable.

You watch them with a smile as you pour coffee for Paige and yourself, setting the mugs on the table. “Here you go,” you say, handing Paige her coffee.

“Thanks, babe,” she says, taking a sip and sighing contentedly. “This is just what I needed.”

[justasecretflower]

! The Hashira and their bedtime routine with their kids 💤

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Giyu is the one reminding them to do all their productive stuff. Make their bed, change, brush their teeth. Doesn’t co-sleep. Teaches them how to be independent on their own and face their fears of the dark (he just wants to cuddle with their momma more, for the most part). He makes sure always to say “I love you” when tucking them in and makes sure they say it back. It’s huge for them because so many people around him die, he’s so scared that one of his children won’t wake up after not telling him “I love you” or vice versa.

“Yes daddy I did..” Your youngest whines, after being bombarded with a thousand questions by Giyu. Giyu sighs and nods, carefully tucking both kids in and giving them nose kisses “I love you.” His kids repeat it back. Yawns overtaking every word that they say.

Kyojruo cannot leave your kids ALONE. When the baby started sleeping in another room he 100% snuck in there every night to squeeze his humongous body into that tiny crib just to hold his baby. Co-sleep warrior like actually. Gives them lots of cuddles and kisses before bed, even nighttime stories. He’s super animated during the books too. Throwing his hands everywhere, changing his voice. You basically have to drag him out the room because your kid needs to sleep and he’s nuzzling their cheek rn for the 1820th time.

“Husband.” You deadpan “wife.” He looks up at you, hugging your three year old with a death grip, cheek to cheek. An arm sprawled over their eyes and soft snores being lifted from their mouth. “It’s time to let them sleep.” He immediately frowns, giving his baby one more nuzzle and then getting up and looking at you either mischief. Your turn.

Gyomei’s kids cannot get enough of him. Like rengoku just backwards. He’s the type to be one and done, I believe, and I see him as any dad, girl, boy. His kids treat him like a rock wall, I imagine he’s brushing his teeth and tiny hands and feet are slapping against him while his 2 year old is gripping onto his shoulders, one leg sprawled across his back, not even taking up the whole size. He’s incredibly gentle with his child, picking them up with one arm, placing them down on their bed and kissing them on their cheek goodnight. He takes up a lot of the bed, so if your kid ever wants to join you both they’re in for an insane squish between you two.

Sameni will not share you, he doesn’t care. The kid would be crying because of a nightmare and he’d be sprawled all over you, drooling, clinging to you and shaking his head. Until you give him a look.. and he begrudgingly lets the kid in the bed (he’s grabbing onto both of you with a death grip). He wrestles with his kids before bed, and as his finishing move (because he always wins) is throwing them down on their bed (gently).

Obani tucks them into bed and stays there until they fall asleep just watching them. He’s silent, but he’s thinking about how he made such adorable kids, and he waits just in case they need him before bed. He does like having more time with you though, so as soon as he leaves the kids rooms he immediately goes to you and snuggles into your chest. He’s clingy.

Tengen is often busy because of his multiple wives and his job as a hashira. But he never neglects his kid. He makes them feel loved and appreciated, and they have his full attention. Nighttime routine goes a little like this.. His kid gets a bear hug, Tengen spinning them around and doting on them, then they brush their teeth together, splash around in the tub, of course tengen is not in but he’s still drawing some silly drawings with bath crayons, he gets them dressed in mismatched pjs and hums them to sleep. He loves his little best friend so much. He genuinely loves his kid and loves hanging out with them.

Muichiro will often forget something they have in their bedtime routine. You have to be standing in the doorway guiding him through everything you do for your toddler because he forgot. He does just the bare minimum. Teeth brushing, shower, pjs. He doesn’t really have anything special for them to sleep, he just lightly strokes their hair until they lull off into sleep. I kinda see him as a read a baby book type, have the kids head in his lap, stroking their head and reading the words very slowly…

Bonus- aged up! Inosuke as a dad

Your 10 month old baby sat in the tub, damp tuft hair with h/c as the main color with darker streaks and lightening blue at the end like inosukes hair. The baby sat utterly confused while they peered their huge eyes up at their dad. “Da-Da” inosuke points to himself with a huge grin. “The best around, the strongest, the most powerful.” Inosuke brags, flexing a muscle in front of your little one as if they understood one bit. “Ma-“ your baby started up, tiny voice recognizing only one word. “Nononono- Dada!” Inosuke makes a dramatic gesture, grinning. Your baby was now starting to get a little fussy. “See c/n? Dada! Da-Da.” Your baby suddenly gets a focused expression, shutting Inosuke up, while they bring their fist straight to the bath water right in inosukes face. “MAMA” .

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[xxblairexxss]

Ice cream date

Theme : Fluff

Thank you so much for your request, anon! 🩷🫶🏻 A short break from angst before I start writing for another angst request! I loveeeee writing for dad!charles soo adorable! 🥹

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“Charles?” You tilted your head to your side once your husband picked up the call.

“Yes, honey?”

You looked back facing your nail lady and pointed at the pastel lavender colour before bringing your phone back to your ear. “Can you pick up your little daughter from the daycare today? I don’t think my nail appointment would end in 15 minutes.”

“Yeah, of course. Don’t worry about her. Enjoy your day out with your friends, okay?Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you, honey! I love you!” You ended the call and went back picking different charms for your new nails.

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“Dada!”

“Hey, baby! I missed you.” Charles crouched down and picked up his baby girl into his arms and nodded as an act of acknowledgement and gratitude to the daycare worker as he turned away to make their way to the car.

“Sir, may I have a word with you?” He turned back and raised his brow in question to the sudden interference.

“Yeah? Yeah, sure. Is there anything wrong?”

Charles was told how his little girl was caught scribbled on her classmate’s notebook using her crayons. The notebook was actually used for kids and tutors for daily activities which required paper and pencils. Not only did his little girl scribbled on her classmate’s notebook, she also shred a few pages.

“We left the children a few minutes and came back to see the other student crying. And this is what she did.” She handed him the proof of crime and Charles was astounded. He had to continuously apologise on behalf of his daughter while Y/D/N kept on hugging his neck and giggling in his arms, completely oblivious to the informal parent-teacher meeting.

“Dada, I want choco this time!” She squealed in her car seat, elated for her daddy and daughter ice-cream date which had become a ritual every time Charles picked her up.

“No ice cream this time, baby.”

“Eh? Why? But, dada, I want ice-cream!” She stopped clapping her hands and caught Charles’s gaze on her through the rear view mirror.

“You were not a good girl today so you don’t get ice cream. We are going home and there’ll be no movie night for you too.” Charles saw she jutted her bottom lips out and whimpered.

“Did you say sorry to your friend?” Charles looked back into the rearview mirror and saw she was wiping her tears off with her arms. “Baby, dada’s asking you. Did you say sorry?”

She didn’t reply as she kept on sobbing but she actually nodded to his question but Charles didn’t catch that so he thought she was ignoring him.

“No cartoon after this and go straight to your room. I’m telling mommy what you did today and she will scold you even more.” He had always been very gentle with her before she was even born. He never had a sister nor any girls from his family members. When you told him you were pregnant with a girl, you knew right away he would make her the centre of his world.

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When you came home, Charles was in the bathroom while your daughter was nowhere to be seen. You usually would always came home with your husband and daughter cuddling on the couch watching Disney movies.

“Baby?” You had found her in her room with puffy eyes. Sitting on her little bed, you brushed her hair away from her face and she hugged your middle. “Who made you cry?” You cupped on her chubby cheeks and softly rubbed your thumbs across her cheekbone, wiping the freshly tears away.

“Dada hates me…”

“Who said that? He loves you so much, baby.”

She ended up telling you everything that happened, which made her cry again and you had to continuously wiped her tears and told her it was fine. You had learnt that she was upset because she was looking forward to her little ice cream date and was turned down by her dad without being told why. She was upset because she had never seen her daddy being so mad at her and she didn’t understand why.

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“I missed you.”

You were making dinner when Charles hugged you from behind and you could smell the scent of lavender from his shower gel when he dropped trail of kisses on your neck.

“Did you get into a fight with your other girlfriend?”

“What?” He broke the hug and went to your side, leaning against the kitchen counter with a frown. “Did she complain to you? Honey, she ruined her classmate’s notebook. How can I not ground her.” He stole a slice of mango that you were cutting and you slapped his hand away.

“Did you actually ask her what happened?” You raised your brows when he looked dubious to the questions.

“Did she tell you what actually happened?”

“Yeah, she did. And I think you are in trouble this time, honey.” You took a slice of mango and put it in your mouth, chewing it while looking very thrilled meanwhile your husband looked like he was going through every single possibilities in his head.

“Oh! Hi baby! Are you hungry?” You exclaimed when your little girl approached your little time with your husband with her fluffy friend, Mr. Boo.

“Baby, do you want to set the table with dada? Like always?” He crouched down and stretched his arms, expecting her little girl to come running as she usually did but she didn’t. She went to your side instead and hugged your leg, struggling a little when Mr. Boo almost slipped off her little arms.

“Oh, shit.”

“Language, Charles!” You glowered at him. “Baby, let daddy set the table alone while you helped me stir the soup, alright?” You picked her up as she shrieked with laughter, leaving a peck on your cheek and tried to grasped on the ladle, completely ignoring your husband.

“Can I get a kiss too, baby?” Charles went to her side and leaned in to kiss but she quickly turned her head away, hiding her face in your neck. “Honey, help me here.”

“Don’t involve me.”

Charles didn’t get a kiss and he stopped asking when your daughter got into a fit crying as she got annoyed from the constant bugging. When she walked to the dining table, Charles pulled the chair by his side, as she usually wanted to sit by her daddy but this time, she went straight to your side. You had to hold your laugh seeing your husband looked defeated with the constant ignoring game.

“Baby, say ah!” He cut the steak into a smaller piece and stretched out his arm that was holding the fork to feed his little girl but she shook her head without looking at him.

“No thank, dada.”

“Wow, I just got rejected over and over. Honey, can you–“ You shook your head without letting him to finish his questions.

“I can’t help you, Charles. Serve you right.”

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You had left your little girl alone in the living room while she got busy munching on her animal shaped biscuits as you went to the kitchen to hug your husband from the back while he was washing the dishes, your head leaned against his body.

“Did she make you upset, honey?”

You heard him heaved a sigh which made you chuckle. “You are so silly. Just go and apologise, she’ll be fine.”

“Flirting you was way easier. Ouch!” He winced when you slapped him on his back. “Honey, she’s 2! Where did learn how to sulk like a literal teenage girl?”

“She probably learned it from me.” You leaned away when he turned his body around as he properly engulfed you back in his arms.

“Why did you teach her these bad things. Where is she, anyway?” Charles slanted forward to try to look for Y/D/N and you pulled his face closer to peck on his cheek.

“She’s eating her snacks. Go and talk to her, baby. I don’t think she’s still cranky.”

“Wish me luck.” He tilted your chin and brushed his lips on yours, patting your bum as he left the kitchen.

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“Hi, baby. Can I get one?”

Her small hand was in a fist, full from grabbing the biscuits along with her little chubby cheeks. When Charles took a seat by her side and asked for one, she was contemplating, her other hand opening and closing as she looked on her little plate back to her dad. Once she came to a decision, she took two pieces of the biscuits and handed it to him.

“Can you feed daddy instead?”

She lifted up her hand and put the biscuits into his mouth, giggling when Charles tried to chomp on her hands.

“Are you still mad at daddy?”

“Not much. A little bit, I think. Is dada still mad at me?” She pinched her chubby fingers together and scrunched her nose while answering the question.

“Daddy’s not mad at you, baby. I’m sorry, okay? Can you forgive me?” He swept off the crumbs on her cheeks with his hand as she put another biscuits into her mouth.

“My friend ruined my book first, dada.” She wept the back of her hand against her cheeks and Charles immediately leaned in to stole a peck on her cheek. She looked like a little chipmunk, he couldn’t not kiss those little face.

“What else did your friend did, baby?”

“She threw my book away and I was upset so I did bad things back to her. But I said sorry to her.” Charles’s heart was swollen with guilt when he saw her little pout.

“Next time, don’t do that to others. Just let daddy knows if someone’s being mean to you, okay? Are we good now, baby?”

“I think so.” She wiped off her hands once she was done eating and grinned. “I finished!”

“Can daddy get a hug?” She pushed her little chair back to move closer to her dad and wrapped her arms around his neck. Charles stood up with her in his arms and began attacking her face with kisses, making her laughed.

“Oh? You guys are back to best friends now, I see.”

“Mama!” She ducked down and pecked on your cheek as Charles pulled you closer by his freehand.

“You got crumbs all over your face, darling. Did daddy say sorry already?” You brushed off the leftover crumbs on her face and fixed her bangs.

“Yeah, dada said sorry to me.”

“Dada owe you an ice cream date, right, baby?” You poked on his waist, causing him to twitch.

“I want chocolate ice cream!” She squealed with exhilaration, causing both you and Charles to chortle.

“Can mommy come too?”

Charles shook his head immediately and turned your daughter away. “Mommy can’t come. It’s only for us, right?”

“That’s mean!” You scowled and slapped on his arm.

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25 days with Eminem

Eminem x reader

Day 5

Marshall was lying on his back, propped up by one elbow, his phone in his hand as he scrolled through messages and emails. I snuggled closer to him, resting my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The house felt so peaceful this morning, and I couldn’t help but smile, appreciating the calm after the flurry of yesterday’s festivities.

"Hey," I murmured, breaking the comfortable silence between us. "What do you think about taking Jackie out for a walk today? Maybe a little stroll in the park?"

Marshall didn't immediately respond, his attention still focused on his phone, but I could feel him glance down at me, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You wanna go outside in this weather?" He lifted an eyebrow, playfully teasing. "You sure you're not just trying to get out of doing chores today?"

I chuckled, looking up at him. "Okay, maybe I am trying to avoid the chores," I admitted, "but I also think Jackie could use a little fresh air. Plus, you’ve been cooped up with your phone all morning."

Marshall rolled his eyes, though I could see the smile on his lips. "Alright, alright. I’m down for it. I could use a break from work, too. And Jackie looks like he’s about to bounce off the walls." He glanced at our son, who was now drawing furiously on his paper, his tongue sticking out in concentration.

"I swear, this kid’s got more energy than we know what to do with," Marshall added with a laugh, sitting up slightly to reposition Jackie, who had started crawling across the bed in search of a new canvas to cover with crayon marks. "You ready to go outside, buddy?"

Jackie looked up at him with those wide, innocent eyes, giggling before reaching for his crayon again. His laugh filled the room with warmth. Marshall’s gaze softened, and he leaned down to kiss the top of his head. "I think he’s saying ‘yes,’ huh?"

I smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. "I think he is," I agreed. "So, park it is. We can walk over by the lake. It’ll be nice."

Marshall stood up and stretched, giving me a playful look. "Alright, I guess I can’t argue with that. Let’s get this kid into his stroller, and we’ll head out. You’re lucky I love you." His grin was teasing, but I knew he meant it.

I grinned back, watching him as he made his way to the dresser, pulling on a hoodie and a pair of jeans. "I know you do. And you love Jackie, too." I stood up from the bed and moved to the closet, grabbing my coat. It was chilly outside, but the sun was shining, promising a crisp, beautiful winter day.

We worked together to get Jackie bundled up in his little winter coat, his chubby hands sticking out of the sleeves as he tried to wriggle free. Marshall chuckled as he tried to buckle Jackie into the stroller. "Man, I think he’s trying to start a protest about the cold. Can’t blame him, though—who wants to be all bundled up like that?"

"Hey, he’s going to be thankful once we’re outside, I promise," I said with a laugh, pulling my own coat on and adjusting my scarf.

Marshall glanced over at me, his lips curling into that smile that always made my heart skip a beat. "I think you just like the idea of getting him all cozy. Makes him look like a little bundle of joy ready to take on the world."

"Well, he is a little bundle of joy," I replied, zipping up my coat and making sure everything was in place. "And I’m definitely ready to take him on his first winter stroll."

We made our way downstairs, careful not to wake the girls. They were still sleeping in their rooms, likely recovering from all the excitement of the night before. The house felt quieter this morning, like we were in our own little world.

Once we were outside, the crisp air hit us, and Jackie let out a small squeal of excitement as he looked around, his eyes wide. The park wasn’t too far from the house, just a short walk down the street. Marshall took the stroller’s handle, pushing it gently as we walked side by side.

The park was nearly empty, save for a couple of other families enjoying the peaceful morning. The grass was still green despite the chill in the air, and the trees stood bare, their branches stretching up toward the sky. It was one of those days where the world felt still, as if everything was holding its breath.

"See, I told you," I said, glancing at Marshall. "Perfect day for a walk."

He smiled at me, his eyes soft. "Yeah, you were right. Good idea." He paused, looking at Jackie, who was staring at the world around him, utterly fascinated by everything. "You think he’s gonna remember this, like, when he’s older?"

I looked down at our son, his little face lit up with wonder. "I don’t think so. But I hope he’ll remember how we felt—how much we loved these moments with him." I smiled, reaching out to gently touch Jackie’s hand. "These are the memories we’ll hold onto, even if he doesn’t. You know?"

Marshall nodded, pushing the stroller a little faster. "Yeah... I get it. He won’t remember the walk, but we will. And that’s enough."

We walked together, enjoying the quiet of the morning, the soft chatter between us, and the joy of being a family. Jackie let out a giggle, and Marshall reached down to tickle him gently, causing him to burst into laughter. The sound of our son’s happiness filled the air, making everything feel right.

"Good call on the walk," Marshall said, giving me a side glance. "It’s nice to slow down sometimes."

"Yeah," I agreed, my heart full. "It is."

We continued our stroll through the park, the crisp air nipping at our cheeks, but it wasn’t enough to deter us. Jackie, still fascinated by everything around him, was happily babbling in his stroller, his hands reaching out as if trying to grab at the world. Marshall and I exchanged a smile, watching our son take it all in with such wide-eyed wonder.

As we walked past a playground, Jackie’s gaze locked onto the swings, and he let out a small noise, his arms moving excitedly. Marshall laughed, slowing the stroller down as he looked at me. "I think he wants to swing."

I grinned, feeling that familiar excitement in my chest. "Well, why don’t we give him a chance?" I reached out and helped Marshall lift Jackie from his stroller, his little legs kicking in the air. Jackie let out a delighted giggle as Marshall cradled him in his arms.

"You think he’s too little for the swings?" I asked, looking at Marshall, my voice full of curiosity.

"Nah, let’s see if he likes it." Marshall carefully lowered Jackie into the small seat on one of the swings, his hands holding onto him to make sure he was secure. Jackie’s face lit up as soon as the swing began to move. The wind gently brushed against his cheeks as the motion rocked him back and forth, and I could hear the sound of his laughter ringing through the air.

"Oh my gosh, he’s loving it!" I exclaimed, my heart swelling as I watched Marshall gently push the swing. Jackie’s giggles were contagious, and Marshall couldn’t help but smile at how happy their little one looked.

"Yeah, he’s a natural," Marshall said, his voice full of pride. "I think he’s gonna be swinging on his own before we know it."

I stood beside them, resting my hands on Marshall’s arm as we both watched Jackie’s pure joy. It was moments like these—simple, beautiful moments—that made all the stresses of life fade away. Our son, the tiny little person who had brought so much light into our world, was here, enjoying a perfect morning with us.

I glanced up at Marshall, catching the look in his eyes—the same look of love and appreciation he’d given me countless times before. "He’s growing up so fast," I said quietly, my voice a little softer now.

Marshall nodded, his eyes still on Jackie. "Yeah, he is. But that’s what happens, right? They just... grow. It’s crazy how much happens in such a short time." He gently gave the swing another push, and Jackie let out another happy squeal, his face lighting up like the sun.

"You think he’ll like the park when he gets older?" I asked, trying to imagine a future where Jackie was running around, laughing, and playing with other kids.

"I hope so," Marshall replied, his voice thoughtful. "I want him to have all the good things we had growing up—fun, freedom, and lots of laughs." He looked at me with a smirk. "Though, we might have to teach him how to keep up with us."

I laughed, imagining Jackie running circles around us. "Definitely. But he’s got good genes," I said, my voice playful. "He’s got you in him. He’ll be running marathons by the time he’s five."

Marshall chuckled, his hands still holding onto the swing. "Well, if he’s anything like me, he’ll probably want to be the fastest. And then I’ll have to teach him how to win with style."

We shared a laugh, the sound of our love for each other blending seamlessly with the happiness Jackie was radiating.

Eventually, Marshall slowed the swing to a gentle stop, and I leaned down to scoop Jackie up from the seat. His cheeks were flushed from the breeze, and his little arms reached out for me, his smile wide as ever.

"Looks like someone had a good time," I said, kissing the top of his head as I held him against me.

"He definitely did." Marshall smiled at the sight of Jackie’s joy, his own heart obviously full. "You’re a natural dad, you know that?"

I grinned at him. "I think it’s just because he’s such an easy kid to love."

Marshall chuckled softly and pulled me close, wrapping an arm around my waist. "He really is. We’re lucky."

"I couldn’t agree more," I said, resting my head against his shoulder for a moment as we stood there, our little family together, enjoying the peace of the morning. Jackie had calmed down now, but he was still happily clinging to me, his tiny fingers grasping at my shirt.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, we walked through the park, Jackie content in my arms, and Marshall at my side. There was no rush—no need to be anywhere. We simply existed in that moment, fully aware of how precious this time was.

Marshall broke the silence, his voice low and affectionate. "So, you think we’re ready to take on the rest of the day?"

I smiled up at him. "I think we are. But for now, I’m happy just being here with you guys."

He gave me a soft, loving kiss on the top of my head before we continued walking.

As we slowly made our way down the park path, the cool breeze still gently brushing against our skin, I turned to Marshall with a thoughtful smile. Jackie, now fully calm after his swing adventure, was quietly nestled in my arms, his little hands gripping onto me.

"Hey, what do you think about grabbing a coffee?" I asked, my voice light and casual, as I began to carefully strap Jackie back into his stroller, making sure he was comfortable. "There’s that new café that just opened up downtown. We could head there after this."

Marshall raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A new café, huh? Sounds good. You’ve got my attention. When did this place open? I didn't even know there was a new spot in town."

I chuckled, giving Jackie a quick, playful tickle before finishing up with the stroller straps. "I heard about it last week—just a cute little place. They’re supposed to have really good coffee and pastries. And I thought it might be nice to try something different. Plus, it'll give us a chance to sit and relax for a bit."

Marshall leaned down to give Jackie a quick kiss on the cheek before straightening up. "You know, a coffee sounds perfect right now. I can’t even remember the last time I had something besides the stuff we brew at home. And getting out of the house sounds pretty good."

I beamed at his response, feeling that familiar excitement of doing something new together. "Yeah, exactly. A little break from the usual routine. And I think Jackie will like it, too. He’s at that age where he loves being out and about."

Marshall nodded in agreement, pushing the stroller a little further as we began walking toward the park exit. "Alright, let’s do it. A nice, quiet café sounds like the perfect way to end the morning. And I’ll admit, I’m curious to see what this new place has to offer."

"Great!" I smiled, wrapping my arm around his as we strolled side by side. "It’ll be nice to have a change of scenery. Maybe we can even get a little treat for ourselves."

Marshall shot me a sideways grin. "So, you’re saying we might get a pastry, too?" He raised an eyebrow playfully. "Now you’ve got me even more sold on the idea."

"Well, of course," I said with a laugh. "What’s a café without a pastry, right?"

We continued walking toward the café, our pace relaxed, enjoying the calmness of the moment. Jackie seemed content in his stroller, watching the world go by with those big, curious eyes. The thought of grabbing a warm drink and spending some time just enjoying each other’s company felt perfect.

"I think Jackie’s going to love the café, too," I said, glancing down at him. "Maybe we can let him have a little taste of something sweet. Just a tiny bit."

Marshall smiled, clearly entertained by the idea. "I’m sure he’ll love it. Though, I have a feeling that he’ll probably be more interested in the place itself than the pastry. I’m sure he’s got his sights set on the cups and napkins or something."

I laughed, nodding. "Yeah, he’s at that age where everything is fascinating. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tries to grab the menu or knock over a sugar packet."

We both chuckled at the thought, and as we neared the café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries filled the air. It was a small, cozy spot with large windows, a few outdoor tables, and a welcoming, rustic vibe. It was the kind of place you could spend hours in, enjoying the warmth of a good drink and the simple pleasure of being together.

"This place looks perfect," I said, glancing at Marshall. "It’s got that cozy vibe, you know?"

"Definitely," he agreed, pushing the stroller up to the door. "And it’s got that feel like it’s got character, like it’s been here for ages. You can tell they’ve put a lot of care into it."

I smiled as we stepped inside, the sound of soft music playing in the background. It was busy but not overly crowded—just the right amount of hustle and bustle to give it energy without feeling overwhelming. We found a table by the window, giving us a great view of the street outside.

As we settled in, I glanced at Marshall, who had already started scanning the menu. "What are you thinking? They have a bunch of different brews, but I’m kind of in the mood for something sweet."

Marshall looked up at me with a smile. "Sweet, huh? I think I can get on board with that. Maybe something like a mocha or a caramel latte? And I’m definitely getting one of those pastries." He gave Jackie a playful look. "What do you think, buddy? You want to try some cinnamon rolls?"

I laughed, reaching over to gently ruffle Jackie’s hair. "I think he’d probably prefer to eat the napkins, but sure, let’s get the cinnamon rolls. It’s a treat day."

The warmth of the café surrounded us as we continued to talk about what we wanted to try. There was something about being here, in this little space with Marshall and Jackie, that made everything feel so perfectly simple. We were creating memories, one small moment at a time, and I wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

After placing our orders, I sat back in my chair, watching Marshall interact with Jackie, his face full of that familiar adoration. As much as we had our busy days and responsibilities, moments like this made it all worth it—the quiet times, the laughter, and the feeling of being together.

"So," Marshall said as he caught my eye, his voice light, "this was a good idea. Glad you brought it up."

"Me too," I agreed, feeling content in the present moment. "This is nice. Just... us. And Jackie."

As we settled into our seats, the sound of soft chatter and the faint clinking of cups and plates filled the air around us. Jackie was happily babbling away, kicking his little legs in excitement as we set up his high chair at the table. Marshall and I shared a knowing smile, both of us recognizing how much these little moments meant. We’d always found joy in the simplest things, and today was no different.

The waitress arrived shortly with our order, setting down steaming cups of coffee in front of us. Marshall’s mocha was exactly how he liked it—rich and creamy, with just the right amount of sweetness. Mine was a warm caramel latte, the sweetness of the caramel perfectly complementing the smooth coffee. We both took a sip, savoring the warmth.

"This is good," Marshall said, taking another long sip, his eyes closing for a second as he enjoyed the flavor. "You made a good choice."

I smiled, reaching over to steal a small sip from his cup. "I know, I have good taste," I teased, winking at him.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. You always have to make sure I’m taken care of, huh?"

I shrugged playfully, giving him a look. "Well, it’s my job to keep you on your toes."

We both turned our attention to Jackie, who was now chewing on a teething toy he’d managed to pull from his diaper bag. His little eyes were wide with curiosity as he watched the world around him, fascinated by the new environment. He babbled in that cute way babies do, cooing at the noises and people in the café.

"I swear, he’s already trying to make friends," I said, laughing softly as Jackie smiled up at the person sitting at the table next to us. "He’s got that charm, you know?"

Marshall smiled warmly, his eyes full of pride as he watched our son interact with the world. "He does. He’s got that vibe, that ‘I’m gonna take over the world’ energy."

I nodded, my gaze softening as I looked at Jackie. "And we’re just here to watch him do it."

Marshall reached over to tickle Jackie’s little belly, making him giggle. The sound was so pure, so innocent, and it filled the space with happiness. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a surge of love for both of them. "He’s really growing up fast. I can’t believe how much he’s changed in just eight months."

"I know," I agreed, my voice a little quieter now. "It feels like yesterday when we brought him home from the hospital. And now he’s already exploring the world." I looked at Marshall, my heart full. "It’s crazy how fast time goes."

Marshall’s expression softened, and he gave me a gentle smile. "Yeah, it really is. But you know, it feels good knowing that we’re getting to experience it all together. It’s like we’re building something here—something that’s just ours."

I nodded, feeling my chest tighten with emotion. "Exactly. It’s not just about the big moments—it’s the small ones, too. The ones that happen in places like this, when it’s just us, enjoying the day."

Marshall leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. "I couldn’t agree more."

We spent the next few moments savoring our coffee, nibbling on the cinnamon rolls, and just enjoying the quiet hum of the café around us. Jackie, meanwhile, seemed to be in his own little world, fascinated by the noise of the coffee machine and the people chatting around us.

At one point, Marshall stood up and gently took Jackie from his high chair, holding him in his arms. "You wanna walk around a little, buddy?" he asked, looking down at our son with a smile.

Jackie made a small, excited noise, his tiny hands reaching for Marshall’s face as if to say, "Yes, please!" He was so full of energy, it seemed like he’d never stop moving.

I watched them, my heart swelling with love as Marshall carefully walked around the café with Jackie in his arms. It was such a simple thing, but seeing them together like that made everything feel perfect.

"You’ve got a good little buddy there," I said, my voice soft, as I watched them interact.

Marshall looked back at me, his expression tender. "Yeah, I do. We both do. He’s our little guy."

I smiled, the warmth of the moment enveloping me. "He really is."

After a few more minutes of walking around and making small talk with the friendly baristas, Marshall came back to the table, gently settling Jackie back into his high chair. "He’s good for now. Just had to let him stretch his legs a little."

"Yeah, I think he liked the walk," I said with a smile, watching Jackie reach out for his cup, trying to mimic what we were doing. "He’s definitely taking in everything."

Marshall laughed, shaking his head. "He’s gonna be one of those kids who asks a million questions, I can already tell."

I grinned, feeling that same excitement about the future. "And we’ll be there to answer every single one of them. One day at a time."

We spent the rest of the morning at the café, chatting, enjoying our drinks, and watching Jackie as he explored his new surroundings. It was one of those perfect mornings that felt simple yet meaningful—a reminder of what really mattered.

As we packed up to leave, Marshall took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "That was nice," he said with a contented sigh.

I nodded, smiling as we made our way to the door. "It really was. Sometimes it’s the little things that make the best memories."

"Agreed," Marshall replied, his eyes full of love as he looked at me. "I’m glad we’re making memories like this."

"Me too," I said softly, squeezing his hand in return. "Me too."

As we pulled into the driveway and got out of the car, the air had turned a little chillier, the sun now sitting lower in the sky. Jackie was starting to get fussy, his little eyelids fluttering as he yawned, signaling that he was ready for his afternoon nap. Marshall and I exchanged glances, both of us already knowing what needed to be done.

"I’ll take him upstairs," I said softly, my hands already reaching for Jackie, who was squirming in his stroller, rubbing his tired eyes.

Marshall nodded, stepping closer to me and placing a gentle kiss on the top of Jackie’s head. "Alright, I’ll get the bags and meet you up there." His voice was low and affectionate, the warmth in it making me smile as I cradled our son in my arms.

Walking inside, I could hear the quiet hum of the house. It was peaceful, but there was a sense of anticipation in the air as I made my way upstairs. Jackie’s fussing had settled into soft whimpers as he nuzzled into me, clearly ready to rest. I carefully opened the door to the nursery and gently laid him down in his crib, making sure he was comfortable before giving him a soft kiss on his forehead.

I turned back toward the door, quietly stepping out into the hallway when something caught my attention—a soft noise from down the hall. I glanced at the girls’ rooms, surprised to see the door to each of their rooms still closed. I could tell from the sound of their deep, rhythmic breathing that they were still asleep. It wasn’t a shock; the late-night Christmas preparations and festivities always left them tired.

Marshall had followed me upstairs and paused behind me, his eyes glancing at the girls’ rooms before his gaze turned back to me. He smiled, that playful glint in his eyes lighting up. "Well," he said, his voice dropping in tone, "since they’re still out cold, guess that means we have a little privacy, huh?"

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a flutter of excitement in my stomach. "Oh, really?" I asked, turning to face him, trying to hide the playful smirk on my lips. "And what do you suggest we do with all that privacy?"

Marshall stepped closer to me, his hand brushing lightly against my arm. "I think we could take full advantage of it," he said, his voice low and flirty. He placed his hands on my waist, pulling me a little closer, his lips hovering just above mine. "You’ve had a long day, babe. Maybe we should... unwind."

I felt the heat in my cheeks as his words sank in. The energy between us shifted, and I could feel the electric connection sparking with each small movement. "Unwind?" I asked, my voice teasing, knowing exactly what he was suggesting. "And how do you think we should unwind?"

Marshall’s lips curled into a smirk, and I could see the mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well, for starters, how about we go to our room and just... forget about everything for a while?"

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he pulled me into his chest, the warmth of his body against mine making my heart beat a little faster. "Sounds tempting," I said, my voice low, a little breathy now. "But you’re going to have to convince me."

He grinned and kissed me, the kiss slow and deliberate, his lips moving against mine with a familiar tenderness, but there was an underlying heat that quickly intensified. I responded instinctively, my hands moving to the back of his neck as the kiss deepened. We were both craving this—this moment of closeness, of intimacy.

Marshall pulled away slightly, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "I think we deserve some alone time, don’t you? Just us. No distractions. No kids. Just you and me."

I shivered again, the combination of his words and the soft touch of his lips against my skin making my breath catch in my throat. "I like the sound of that," I murmured, my fingers threading through his hair as I pressed closer to him, the space between us vanishing.

Marshall’s hands slid down to my hips, his grip firm but gentle. "Good," he said with a grin. "Because I’ve been thinking about this all day."

I bit my lip, smiling up at him. "Oh really? All day?" I teased, stepping closer, closing the gap even more. "What exactly have you been thinking about?"

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he kissed me again, more urgently this time, as though he couldn’t wait any longer. I responded eagerly, my hands sliding over his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his shirt. His hands moved to my back, pulling me even closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of having me near.

We broke the kiss again, both of us breathing a little heavier now. Marshall’s eyes were dark with desire as he looked at me, his voice a little hoarse. "I’ve been thinking about how perfect this moment is—how it feels to have you all to myself. I want to make the most of it, you know?"

I swallowed, my pulse quickening as his words hit me like a wave. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his once more. "Well, then let’s make it count," I said, my voice husky with excitement.

Marshall’s lips quirked into a smile, but there was a challenge in his eyes. "Oh, we will," he said, and before I could react, he took my hand and gently tugged me toward our bedroom. There was no rush in his movements, but I could tell by the way his eyes were locked on me, by the slight tension in his body, that he was just as eager as I was for the quiet moment we were about to share.

Once we reached the bedroom, Marshall turned to face me, his hands gently running up my arms, sending shivers through my body. "You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration as his eyes traced the outline of my figure. "I swear, every time I look at you, I fall for you all over again."

I smiled, my heart swelling with warmth at his words. "You always know how to make me feel special."

He leaned in, brushing his lips against my cheek. "Because you are, babe," he said softly, his breath warm against my skin. "You always will be."

With that, the moment between us became more than just a flirtatious exchange—it was a connection, a reminder of why we loved each other, why we chose each other every single day. As we moved toward the bed, the weight of the world seemed to fall away. There was no pressure, no distractions—just the two of us, together, in a quiet moment that we both desperately needed.

Marshall’s hands moved to the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he did. I felt a rush of anticipation, the heat between us rising. "You sure you’re ready?" he asked, his voice soft but teasing.

"Absolutely," I whispered back, my heart racing as he undressed me slowly, savoring each second of the moment. "Let’s make the most of it."

Marshall's eyes darkened as he stepped back to appreciate the view. He took his time, his gaze lingering on my exposed skin, and I felt a thrill of desire rush through me. He reached for the button of his own jeans, the sound of the zipper echoing in the stillness of the room as he slid them down.

We stepped closer together, our bodies meeting in the middle of the room. His bare chest pressed against mine, and I could feel the warmth of his arousal. My breath hitched as he reached around, cupping my butt with both hands and pulling me against him, the bulge in his boxers teasing my core.

Marshall’s mouth found mine again, our kisses growing more urgent, more demanding. His hands roamed my body, caressing every inch of me as if he were memorizing my shape, my taste. His fingertips traced a path down my spine, sending a shiver down to my toes, and I moaned into his mouth, the anticipation of what was to come making my legs feel wobbly.

He led me to the bed, his hands guiding me to sit on the edge as he dropped to his knees. His eyes met mine, filled with a mix of love and lust that made my stomach flip. He kissed my neck, his tongue tracing the delicate line of my collarbone before moving lower, his mouth closing around one of my nipples.

The sensation was exquisite, making me arch my back and gasp. His other hand slid down to my waistband, and I lifted my hips, helping him to remove my pants and underwear.

Marshall kissed a trail down my stomach, his tongue swirling around my belly button before dipping lower. He spread my legs apart, his gaze lingering on the apex of my thighs. His eyes met mine again, asking for permission without words, and I nodded, my breath hitching in anticipation. He kissed my inner thighs, his beard tickling my skin, and I felt his warm breath against my folds.

As his mouth found me, I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips. His tongue danced over my clit, teasing and stroking in a rhythm that had me gripping the bedsheets tightly. I watched as he grew more and more focused, his eyes closed in pleasure, and I knew he enjoyed this as much as I did.

Marshall’s touch grew more deliberate, and I felt his thumb gently press against my anus, sending a jolt of excitement through me. We’d been exploring each other’s bodies for years, but there was something about this moment that made it feel new, like we were discovering each other all over again.

"Ready?" he murmured, his eyes looking up at me, filled with love and anticipation.

I nodded, my breathing shallow as he slid his thumb in just a little, preparing me for what was to come. He was always so tender, so caring, making sure I was comfortable with every step. The sensation was foreign yet thrilling, the slight pressure building a delicious tension inside me.

Marshall stood, his eyes never leaving mine as he grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer. He coated his fingers, and then, with the utmost care, he slid one inside me, moving it in and out slowly, stretching me. The feeling was strange at first, but as my body began to relax, the pleasure grew.

"Breathe," he whispered, his voice soothing and reassuring, and I took a deep breath, letting it out in a shaky sigh as he added another finger. He continued to kiss and suckle my breasts as he worked his digits in and out of me, the sensation becoming more intense with each movement.

When I was fully relaxed, he slid his fingers out and positioned himself behind me. He kissed the base of my neck, his breath hot against my skin, as he lined himself up with my entrance. With one hand on my hip, he pushed in, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust.

The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had me gripping the bedsheets even tighter. I took another deep breath, focusing on the sensation, letting my body get used to the unfamiliar fullness.

Marshall paused, his hand moving to my clit, his thumb circling it as he began to move his hips, pushing in a little deeper with each stroke. I felt my body tense, and then, as if on cue, I relaxed, letting him in further.

He picked up the pace, his movements steady and rhythmic. I moaned, my eyes closing as the pleasure began to build, the sensation in my ass mixing with the pleasure from my clit to create a crescendo that had me on the edge of climax.

"Open your eyes," he said, his voice strained. "Look at me."

I obeyed, my eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. The sight of him, his face a mask of concentration and desire, was almost too much to bear. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, I knew this was more than just a physical release—it was an emotional one too.

As the pleasure grew, so did our connection, and I felt my orgasm begin to build, my muscles tightening around him. "Marshall," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper.

He groaned in response, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he felt me getting closer. "Come for me, baby," he said, his voice thick with passion. "Come on my cock."

The words sent me over the edge, and I shattered around him, my body convulsing with the force of my climax. Marshall followed closely behind, his own release filling me up as he collapsed against my back, his arms wrapping around my waist to hold me tight.

We lay there for a moment, panting, our hearts racing as we caught our breath. The room was silent except for the sound of our heavy breathing, the intensity of the moment still palpable in the air.

Finally, he pulled out and turned me to face him, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort. I gave him a soft smile, my eyes filled with love and satisfaction. "That was amazing," I murmured, my voice still shaky from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Marshall’s smile grew wider, his eyes still dark with passion. "You’re amazing," he said, his voice tender as he kissed me, a gentle reminder of the love that was always at the center of our passion.

We lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the warmth of our bodies creating a cocoon of intimacy. For a moment, it was just us, lost in the aftermath of our shared pleasure, the world outside the bedroom walls forgotten.

-

Hailie woke up to soft sounds coming from down the hall, faint but unmistakable. At first, she wasn't sure what it was—some muffled noises, the creak of the bed, a low hum that made her cheeks flush a little. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand, realizing that it was already past noon. She stretched out in bed, rubbing her eyes, but the sounds continued. Her curiosity piqued, she got up and tiptoed toward the hallway, wondering what was going on.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she heard it more clearly—low groans, muffled by the walls but still audible enough to make her pause. She shook her head, trying to ignore the heat creeping up her neck as she glanced toward your bedroom door. She knew what was going on, but it still felt strange. They were probably just... having some time alone. Her parents had a way of doing that, especially when they thought no one was around.

Not wanting to stay in the uncomfortable silence, Hailie decided to go downstairs to see if Stevie and Alaina were awake, hoping it might distract her from the awkward sounds upstairs. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she found them both sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on juice and scrolling through their phones.

"Morning," she said, trying to act casual, though her voice was a little higher than usual.

"Morning," Stevie responded, looking up briefly before going back to her phone. Alaina didn't acknowledge her right away, but Hailie could tell she was wide awake, as usual.

"What's up with you two?" Hailie asked, taking a seat at the table and avoiding looking at them for a moment. She kept her gaze down at the table, still trying to push out the thoughts of what was going on upstairs.

Stevie looked at her with a knowing smile. "Oh, you heard them, huh?"

Hailie blinked and looked up, a bit startled. "What do you mean?"

Alaina chuckled from the other side of the table, her eyes dancing with amusement. "We all know what’s happening in that room. They’re doing their thing."

Hailie felt her face turn bright red, but she didn't know how to respond. She hesitated, trying to make sense of what was happening. "Wait, you guys—" she started, her voice trailing off, unsure how to ask the question.

Stevie shrugged, clearly not phased by the situation. "They've been at it for a while. I don't know how you didn’t know, honestly."

Hailie groaned and buried her face in her hands. "Ugh, I can't even."

Alaina giggled, leaning back in her chair. "It’s fine. Happens all the time. You get used to it."

"Can we just... not talk about it?" Hailie said, feeling the awkwardness settle deeper in her stomach. "Like, I don’t need to know about their... private time."

Stevie raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Oh, come on. You’ve gotta admit, it’s a little funny."

"I swear to God, I’m gonna go back upstairs and put my headphones in," Hailie said, shaking her head. She quickly stood up, trying to block out the noise and the image of what she’d heard. "I don’t need to know any more details."

The three of them laughed as she quickly made her way back upstairs, her cheeks still flushed. She didn’t know how to process what had just happened, but one thing was certain—she was definitely going to need a little more time to get used to her parents' “alone time” after today.

[oldsoul007]

second chance

joel miller x teacher!reader

summary: y/n, Sarah’s first-grade teacher, and Joel, Sarah’s dad, find themselves drawn together through their shared care for Sarah, their connection growing from school meetings into an unexpected and heartfelt romance.

joel miller masterlist

The leaves of Austin, Texas, shimmered in hues of orange and red, signaling the heart of fall. Joel Miller stood at the edge of the elementary school’s drop-off line, hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets, watching as Sarah, his spirited seven-year-old, skipped toward the school building. Her ponytail bobbed as she waved at her friends and dashed inside. Joel smiled faintly, but his expression shifted to curiosity when Sarah stopped and turned to hug her teacher—a woman he’d only seen from afar.

Y/n L/n, Sarah’s first-grade teacher, was kind-eyed and quick to laugh, with a warm presence that immediately put parents at ease. Joel, however, had been distant. Ever since Sarah’s mom left years ago, he’d been cautious with relationships—friendly, but reserved. He was a father first, and everything else came second.

But as I turned, our eyes met briefly. I smiled—soft and genuine.

“Mr. Miller, right?” I called, walking over.

“Uh, yeah. Joel,” he said, his Texan drawl thick.

I extended a hand. “I’m y/n l/n. Sarah’s been telling me all about you.”

Joel raised a brow. “She has?”

“Oh, yes. Apparently, you make the best pancakes in all of Texas,” I said with a teasing grin.

Joel chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, I don’t know about all of Texas, but she seems to think so.”

For a moment, we stood there, the autumn breeze weaving around us.

Joel wasn’t used to small talk, but there was something disarming about y/n—something that made him want to linger.

“I’m having a parent-teacher night next week,” I said. “You should come by. It’s a good chance to meet other parents and… you know, see some of Sarah’s work.”

Joel nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be there.”

When the night arrived, Joel found himself standing in the brightly decorated classroom, surrounded by miniature desks and crayon artwork. Y/n moved through the room gracefully, greeting parents and answering questions. Joel stayed near Sarah’s desk, pretending to study her carefully written alphabet chart.

“Joel,” my voice cut through his thoughts. I stood beside him, holding two cups of punch.

“Thought you might need a drink,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said, taking the cup.

We chatted about Sarah—her love for reading, her knack for storytelling, and her stubborn determination. Joel found himself laughing more than he had in ages, and y/ns laughter was like sunlight breaking through clouds.

“Can I be honest?” I said after a pause.

“’Course.”

“I think Sarah gets her storytelling from you.”

Joel blinked, caught off guard. “Me? I’m not much of a storyteller.”

I tilted my head. “I don’t know. I think you have stories to tell—you just don’t share them.”

For a moment, Joel was quiet. Then, he said softly, “Maybe you’re right.”

Over the weeks that followed, Joel found excuses to linger after drop-offs or pick-ups. I would share stories about Sarah’s day, and Joel would offer small glimpses into his life. Slowly, the walls he’d built around himself began to crack.

One evening, I invited him and Sarah to the school’s fall festival. We walked the pumpkin patch together, Sarah running ahead to pick the biggest pumpkin I could carry. Joel and I trailed behind, our hands brushing occasionally as we laughed at Sarah’s antics.

“She’s a good kid,” I said.

“She’s my whole world,” Joel replied.

I hesitated before asking, “And what about you? What’s your world look like?”

Joel glanced at me, his heart thudding. “It’s been mostly just her. But… maybe there’s room for more.”

I smiled, my cheeks tinged pink. “I hope so.”

Joel Miller was pushing a squeaky grocery cart down the cereal aisle, trying to decide between Sarah’s favorite sugary treat and something a little less likely to send her bouncing off the walls. The seven-year-old was a master negotiator, but Joel was determined to stand his ground this time.

“Daddy, this one,” Sarah insisted, holding up a box of chocolate puffs with cartoon marshmallows grinning on the front.

“Sarah,” Joel drawled, pointing at the label, “this is more sugar than you need in a week.”

Sarah pouted. “But it’s got a toy inside!”

Joel shook his head, smiling faintly. “Nice try, kiddo. How ’bout we compromise? You can pick the granola bars.”

Sarah rolled her eyes, muttering something about how compromises were just “grown-up tricks,” but she skipped off to the next aisle. Joel chuckled to himself and turned back to the shelves.

“Fancy meeting you here,” a familiar voice said behind him.

Joel turned, and his heart did a funny little stutter. Y/n, Sarah’s first-grade teacher, stood there with a basket in hand. She looked different outside of the classroom—more relaxed, almost vulnerable—and it caught him off guard.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice warmer than he’d intended. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Same,” I replied with a smile. “Though I suppose teachers have to eat too, right?”

Joel chuckled. “Fair point.”

We stood there for a beat, the hum of fluorescent lights filling the silence. Joel wasn’t usually one for small talk, but something about y/n made him want to keep the conversation going.

“Daddy!” Sarah reappeared, clutching a box of granola bars. “Can I get these?”

Joel glanced at the box. “Good choice, kiddo.”

Sarah beamed, then noticed y/n. Her face lit up. “Miss L/n! What are you doing here?”

“Hi, Sarah,” I said, crouching down to her level. “Just getting some groceries. What about you?”

“Daddy wouldn’t let me get the good cereal,” Sarah said with exaggerated indignation, crossing her arms.

I laughed, glancing up at Joel. “Strict dad, huh?”

Joel shrugged, a grin tugging at his lips. “Gotta keep her in line somehow.”

I stood, my smile lingering. “Well, I should probably let you two finish shopping, but it was nice running into you.”

Before Joel could stop himself, he blurted, “You could, uh… join us. If you’re not in a hurry.”

I hesitated, my cheeks flushing slightly. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Miss l/n, you have to come with us,” Sarah said, grabbing my hand. “It’ll be fun!”

Joel gave me a small, almost shy smile. “What do you say?”

I glanced between us, then nodded. “Alright. Lead the way.”

As we navigated the aisles together, Joel was struck by how natural it all felt. I teased him about his choice of coffee, while Sarah chattered nonstop about her latest art project at school.

“Joel, you do know this instant stuff barely qualifies as coffee, right?” I said, holding up the jar he’d tossed into the cart.

“It does the job,” Joel said defensively.

I laughed, a light, melodic sound that Joel realized he liked far too much.

In the midst of our conversation, an elderly lady passing by smiled warmly at the little family and remarked, “What a cute family you are!” Joel, ever the reserved one, gave a polite nod, though his lips twitched with a slight smile. Sarah, grinning from ear to ear, looked at her dad for confirmation, and he responded with a soft chuckle. It was one of those rare moments where the world around us felt a little brighter, even in the mundane setting of a grocery store.

The encounter was short, but it left all of us with a small sense of connection and warmth as we continued with our shopping. It was a reminder that sometimes, even the simplest moments could feel special when shared with the right people.

By the time we reached the produce section, Sarah had darted off to examine a display of apples, leaving Joel and I by ourselves.

“This is nice,” y/n said softly, glancing at him.

Joel looked at me, looking surprised by my honesty. “Yeah,” he admitted. “It is.”

We stood there for a moment, the bustle of the store fading into the background. Joel wanted to say more—to tell her that he’d been thinking about her since the first parent-teacher night, that he hadn’t felt this comfortable around someone in years—but before he could, Sarah ran back, clutching an apple in each hand.

“Look, Daddy! Red or green?”

Joel smiled. “Both, kiddo.”

At the checkout, I placed my basket on the counter, glancing at Joel and Sarah. “I’ll let you two go ahead. Thanks for letting me tag along.”

“Miss L/n, are you coming to dinner with us?” Sarah asked, her big brown eyes hopeful.

Joel stiffened, his heart hammering in his chest. “Sarah, don’t—”

“I’d love to,” I said, cutting him off. My smile was soft but genuine, and my eyes met Joel’s. “If that’s okay with your dad.”

Joel cleared his throat, trying to ignore the heat creeping up his neck. “Yeah. Sure. Why not?”

Sarah cheered, and I laughed.

As they left the store together, Joel found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just an ordinary grocery run. It felt like the start of something—something he wasn’t quite ready to name, but something he didn’t want to let go of.

And as I glanced at him with a smile that felt like sunshine, Joel realized he didn’t have to face the future alone.

It wasn’t an instant fairy tale. Joel was cautious, and I respected his pace. We spent time as a trio—movie nights with Sarah, weekend trips to the park—but also carved out moments for just the two of them.

One evening, after Sarah had fallen asleep on the couch, Joel walked me to my car. The moon cast a silver glow over the driveway as we stood there, the air heavy with unspoken words.

“Y/n,” Joel began, his voice low. “I never thought I’d… let someone in again. But you…”

I placed a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to say anything, Joel. I—”

But before I could finish, he leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a tender, hesitant kiss.

When we pulled back, I smiled. “I think Sarah’s going to be thrilled.”

Joel chuckled, his hand still lingering on my cheek. “Yeah, she’s been hintin’ at this for weeks.”

As y/n drove away, Joel stood in the driveway, a warmth spreading through him that he hadn’t felt in years. For the first time in a long time, the future didn’t feel so lonely.

And in the weeks that followed, as their relationship deepened, Joel realized he wasn’t just rebuilding his life—he was building something new, something worth holding onto.

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

Two peas in a pod||Lando Norris x single mom reader and OC!Jasper

Word count 851

The knock on her door was light but insistent, a familiar rhythm that Y/N had come to associate with her next-door neighbor.

“Lando!” Jasper bolted from the couch, dropping his crayons mid-doodle as he darted toward the door. His small feet thudded against the hardwood, his excitement visible.

“Hey, champ!” Lando greeted him with a wide grin, crouching to meet the boy’s height. In his hand was a brightly colored toy car, one that looked like his McLaren.

Jasper’s face lit up as he took the car. “Whoa! It’s like your race car!”

“Pretty close,” Lando said, “Now, here’s the deal: you’ve got to take care of it while I’m gone. Think you can do that?”

Jasper nodded so hard it looked like his curls might bounce off his head. “Yes! I’ll keep it super safe!”

Lando stood, his smile softening as Y/N appeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. “You’re going to turn him into a collector at this rate,” she teased, but her eyes sparkled with appreciation.

“Better a collector than a critic,” Lando shot back with a wink. “Besides, he earned it. Heard from a little birdie that he got a gold star at school yesterday.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been talking to his teacher?”

He grinned sheepishly. “More like eavesdropping in the hallway yesterday when I ran into you both.”

She shook her head but couldn’t hide her smile. “Well, come in. Dinner’s just about ready.”

The scent of lasagna filled the apartment, warm and inviting. It was a small space, but Y/N had made it feel like home—photos of her and Jasper lined the walls, alongside the boy’s finger-paint masterpieces. Lando always felt a little more at ease here than in his own apartment next door.

He hung his jacket on the back of the chair and settled in at the table. Jasper immediately climbed onto his lap, launching into a detailed recount of his day.

“And then we had art, and Miss Clara said mine was the best!” Jasper held up his crayon drawing—a wobbly but colorful rendering of what might have been a racetrack.

Lando studied it like it was a masterpiece. “Mate, this is incredible. You’ve got talent. You’ll be designing the next Formula 1 racetrack before we know it.”

Jasper giggled, his face glowing with pride.

Y/N watched from the counter as she poured water into glasses, her heart squeezing at the sight. Lando was so natural with Jasper like he’d been doing this his whole life.

“So, how was testing?” she asked as she brought the glasses to the table and took a seat.

“Not bad,” Lando said, shifting Jasper slightly so he could dig into the lasagna. “The car’s feeling decent. Few tweaks here and there, but I think we’re in a good spot for the season opener.”

Jasper’s eyes widened. “Are you gonna win, Lando?”

“I’m gonna try, buddy,” Lando said, ruffling his hair. “And when I do, you’ll be the first person I call.”

Y/N shook her head with a laugh. “No pressure or anything.”

The evening passed in easy conversation, punctuated by Jasper’s endless energy. By the time the boy was tucked into bed, clutching his new toy car like it was a treasure, Y/N, Lando was standing in the hallway outside his room.

“He’s out like a light,” Lando whispered, glancing back toward the door.

“He always is after you visit,” Y/N said, her voice soft. “You’re like his favorite person in the world.”

Lando shrugged, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—a mix of pride and vulnerability. “He’s a great kid. Hard not to like him.”

As they walked back to the front door, Y/N lingered for a moment, her fingers brushing the edge of the counter. “Thanks for coming over. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate with the season starting soon.”

Lando turned to her, his expression gentle. “You and Jasper aren’t just my neighbors, Y/N. You’ve done more for me than you probably realize.”

She blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. “We’ve just… fed you a lot of lasagna,” she joked, trying to lighten the moment.

He laughed softly but didn’t let the moment slip entirely. “Seriously. This place feels more like home than mine ever has. That’s because of you two.”

Y/N felt her chest tighten, the weight of his words settling somewhere deep. She offered him a small smile. “Well, you’re stuck with us now.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said before stepping out into the hallway.

As the door closed behind him, Lando made his way to his apartment. He glanced back at her door for a moment, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest.

What was it about that tiny apartment, that little boy, and that woman that made him feel more at ease than he had in years?

He told himself it was nothing. Just a good night with good people.

But deep down, he knew it wasn’t that simple.

[gretavanlace]

Blank

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, discussion of poor self image/shaky mental health, praise, degradation, dumbification, impact play (spanking), etc

You’re standing in front of the floor length mirror when Josh’s voice finds you…turning this way and that with your t-shirt pulled tight around your belly and a frown furrowing your brow.

“The movie’s ready, baby.” There’s a smile in his tone, and a dramatic flare, as there so often is, as he leans against the door jamb. “And I made the popcorn on the stove like you like. None of that microwaved bullshit for my darling doll.”

You’d like to find your excitement in order to match his own - movie night is his favorite night of the week. Often, it turns into several nights a week, in keeping with his passion for film and curling up snug and warm with you on the couch.

And normally, you look forward to it as well, but tonight…

Well, tonight you’d just as soon crawl into bed alone and in the dark. How else will you ever manage to tune out all those poisonous thoughts hissing through your mind? Obsidian. Ominous. Hateful.

“What are you doing, babe?” There is concern in his query. He knows you far too well.

Dropping your shirt as if it’s white hot, you slip away from the mirror, praying he’ll let the matter drop. Though, you hope in vain. You know him far too well, too. “Nothing. C’mon, whatever masterpiece you’ve selected isn’t going to watch itself.”

He steps into the room and you suppress a sigh of defeat. “Waterloo Bridge.” He clarifies, studying you intently. “And you’re a shitty liar. What’s wrong?”

“I said it’s nothing, Josh,” there’s a touch too much venom in your tone, but sometimes you wish he didn’t see so damn much. Sometimes you wish you could skate around things with him.

“And that’s a lie,” he points out, sidling up behind you when you turn away. “Do we lie to one another?”

“No.” You concede quietly as his arms cradle you from behind.

“So, would you like to try again?” His embrace is soft, but it makes you feel safe and protected all the same. He has this way about him - he is love and light, sunshine and smiles, gentle poetry…but something lies hidden away behind it all, something only you get to see, and it makes for the most deliciously dark and menacing aura when it comes out to play.

“I just,” now you’re stammering like a child caught with a crayon in her hand and scribbles on the wall.

His lips move along the nape of your neck, brushing over your skin and the whispers of hair that have fallen from your bun, “You just, what?”

“I had lunch with my sister today.” You offer meekly. Can’t he ever just leave things alone? Can’t he ever just let you curl up with your self-loathing?

“Yes,” he nods, now pecking at the curve of your jaw, “And I adore you for not making me come along…she’s exhausting.”

“I know.” His palms are now running along beneath your shirt, circling your belly with tender possessiveness…it’s soothing and filled up full of love, but you wish his hands would land somewhere a little more flattering “But she’s also truthful. She thinks I should start going to the gym with her, and she’s right.”

He stills behind you instantly, and you can feel him shaking his head, though you’ve closed your eyes against the embarrassment of it all.

Eager to fill the room up with words rather than your own vulnerability, you rush on “She’s is, though. Right, I mean. I’ve put on weight, and the older I get, the harder it will be to take off. Obviously, I’ve never been small, but—“

He cuts you off with a loose palm around your throat and a snapped, “Stop.” Breathed in your ear.

“Josh,” Christ, you want to melt into the floor, “I love you for always being so sweet, but I,”

You haven’t the chance to finish your thought and his grip is tightening, “I said, stop.”

A joke will quench the fire burning in your cheeks, “C’mon, what if I got all adorable and tiny like your little hippy girls in the crowd? I—“

A sharp pinch to the curve of your hip shocks you into silence, which he promptly fills. “Don’t say things like that. You’re fucking beautiful. Soft and warm. I want to nestle my face right here,” his hand is splayed out wide across your belly again, “and right here,” his touch drops to find the dimples in your thighs, “for the rest of my life. If we get to choose our heaven, you will be mine. Gorgeous, perfect girl.”

Now you’re struggling to squirm out of his insistent embrace. You feel too seen. And though you know he is nothing if not sincere, always…those lovely words of his, they feel like untruths.

“Josh,” you snap, a little too harshly, “let’s just go watch the movie, okay?”

But it’s too late, he has spotted the quiver at your bottom lip.

“Hey,” he spins you around to face him and you know it’s useless to shut him out at this point. “What’s going on up here, hmm?” He taps your temple gently, “Is it getting loud?”

You know he means those intrusive thoughts that plague you when the love and admiration he beams in your direction isn’t enough. He knows the way they scream and yell at you no matter how badly he’d love to quiet them for good.

Ashamed, you stare down at his t-shirt, toying with the cotton between your fidgeting fingers, “Maybe a little,” you hush.

His fist tucks under your chin, tilting your face upward, but still, you refuse his gaze. “You need it, baby?”

Voice soft and leading, he lures you out of your bashfulness just enough for you to find the bravery to blink up at him with the tiniest of nods.

“Yeah?” He sounds so unlike himself - but also, exactly like himself. “You need me to make it go away? Wipe that wild mind until you’re as blank as you are pretty?”

Josh is small, and he has never shied away from that, but in these moments, he feels larger than life…looming like a God sent to bring you peace. “Can you, please?’

With a taunting flick of your nipple, he switches on. “Well, how could I ever say no to such a sweet girl? You sound like honey when you say please.”

The warmth of his body, so near to yours, is suddenly missing, but you’re feeling a little too meek to glance up to see where he’s gone…opting to stare at your thumbnail in earnest instead, resisting the urge to pick your cuticle.

“Come on, doll,” his voice comes hushed as a siren’s secret song floating through a cove “Miss you already.”

You feel unworthy of this. Of him. Of all the tiny ways he loves you just right. How he has memorized you in and out. The way he looks at you like he could happily stare forever. How he understands even when he doesn’t quite understand…how he took your heart and turned it round and round until he had mapped out every inch. How he dives inside your mind every day and does the same, no matter how tragic and treacherous it can be to wade through those waters.

When you had stumbled upon this, it had been by accident really. A harsh crack of his palm against the globe of your ass by way of quieting you when you’d argued with his stuttering praises as he pushed into you over and over from behind. Your brain had short circuited in the most welcomed and stunning way. That stinging impact, the shock of it, the tangible pain, had left no room for cruel thoughts…your mind was muffled up like lavender cotton with nothing but Josh and what he saw fit to give.

Most times, he loves you hard enough just by being himself. Golden, shimmering aura, grinning heart, sure and tender hands…but sometimes you need this from him - and he is always willing to oblige. You hold the key that turns all his locks, and he would sink into a bed of hot coals for a nap if you thought to ask it of him.

With a clipped call of your name, he’s got you hustling across the room to fold yourself shyly over his knee at the foot of the bed.

“That’s perfect, baby.” He coos down at you, palm stroking over the backs of your thighs before bunching your t-shirt up around your waist. “Gonna make it all go away, aren’t I? Is that what you need? You need me to take it all away?”

“Please.” You sound pathetic, but already it’s a sweeter sort of shame. One you can name. One you can love.

His fingers tuck under the cotton of your panties, hooking at the soft lace that adorns the edges, straightening them as though he’s adjusting the ribbon on a present he’s waited a very long time to receive.

“If I had to guess,” he hums, a little like the kindest bully you’ve ever known, “I’d wager your pretty pussy’s feeling lonely already. Maybe a little whiny. Maybe starting to swell…” his hands continue to pet at your ass, your thighs, your hips, “I love that, you know? Watching how puffy and swollen you get. It’s adorable…and fucking sexy. Your body begs without a sound.”

Your grip is twisting into the blanket beneath you now as your cheek nuzzles against the downy softness “Josh…”

“Quiet,” he bestows a single, much too delicate smack in the wrong place. It’s too far off to the side for your liking, and he knows it. “We’ll get there. You’re gonna listen first.”

An obedient nod tugs yet another delicious hum of approval from him and you squirm lightly under his hands, thrumming with pleasure at the sound of his validation.

“You’re alright, baby…” he’s being so gentle. Too gentle. But you would lie here beneath his hands and his gaze for all of eternity if that’s what would suit him. “My poor thing just needs it, doesn’t she? Busy little head needs to just leave…” a soft swat lands upon your cheek just below the waist, “her…” another, “alone,” and another.

“Harder, Josh…” it’s a piteous plea, one that pairs nicely with the honeyed, condescending melodies drifting off his tongue.

“Tell me what you’d like me to do to you.” He’s coaxing so kindly, but you know what lurks below that shiny surface. “Say the words, my darling doll. Say the words.”

With a deep, centering breath, you find the calm in your storm by way of his scent…eucalyptus and bergamot…woodsy hint of lemon soap lingering beneath. You find strength in his presence, and love there, too.

“Spank me.” It pants out of you like an urgent prayer. “Make it stop.”

As if in punctuation to your begging, he lands a harsh, loud, cracking strike against the fat of your ass. It comes quickly, shaking your equilibrium though this is exactly what you’ve been imploring him for.

“Fuck!” The curse pushes out of your lungs, long and grateful. Blindsided and aching.

Another blow lands in exactly the same place, setting the flesh there on fire. “Yeah? Fuck?” He taunts, “That’s a good fucking doll…you just take it.”

“More,” you’re rocking around, blissful at the pain and the twitching of his hard cock beneath you.

He begins laying into you without restraint, blow after blow raining down on you like merciful salvation. Your brain is numb now - quiet, hazy and clouded with his perfect wrath.

Tears are streaking like fire down your cheeks, a graven image of mother Mary sobbing blood in a candlelit room of worship come to life. He is your alter. He is your God.

“That’s my girl,” his accolades stutter out between smack after smack until he pauses to jerk your legs apart. “You’re dripping all over me. Baby needs it right here, too?” There is his touch, love and reverence woven into the very fingerprints nudging at your covered entrance. “Dirty little cunt needs a spanking, too, doesn’t she?”

Embarrassingly, a mumbled, indecipherable sound croaks out of you, and your entire body flushes hot with an indignity you happen to relish.

“What was that?” He sounds like sex…like he’s thinking with his throbbing cock - but if your mind’s eye could see straight, you would know better. He is careful and controlled in these moments. Never losing sight of himself, never risking a move too far. “Aw, poor doll is just a dumb little baby, now? Spanked all quiet and wet? I like that, beautiful. I like that very much. No thoughts, right? Shh, no thoughts.”

Again, you manage merely a sound, a murmuring of his name no one but yourself could ever transcribe.

A violent strike buries its way into your covered folds. You jolt and cry out, writhing against his thighs, fighting for more.

You want him inside in any capacity. Fingers, tongue, cock..it matters not, just inside. That’s the only word you seem to know in this moment - inside, inside, inside. But with another sound slap against your cunt, it explodes through your nerve endings like a wire kicking up sparks and skittering against desolate, lonely pavement. You’re climaxing hard and fast, releasing all over the fleece covering his thighs, thrusting against nothing, mourning the heat of his impact though it was there for but a breath.

“Yes!” It wails out of you, warbling and wild…teeth clenched and grinding, body wound so tightly your muscles will protest and complain later.

There will come a time tonight where you’ll long for a way to thank him. For a way to call his name and cradle his face and express your absolute gratitude for this blank slate he molds your mind into…for the way he takes all the ugly and chases it right out of your orbit…

But for now, you fall limp and spent against him. Breathing heavily and deeply. Drawing oxygen way down into your chest that no longer feels so tight. And for now he’ll hear no talk of reciprocation, for now he continues to cater to you with devotion in his touch and a worshipful cast in his gaze as he slips away to draw you a bath.

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