#do the math

[messymoonmad]

how many piercings does Hephaestus even have? Bros got a high pain tolerance

Hefufu : So , not much, really.

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: Too Long

Warning: Sexual Circumstances

The house was pure chaos. Dinner was half-eaten on the table, the TV blared some kids’ show in the background, and their daughters were in full energy mode, running circles around the kitchen island. You were trying your best to wrangle them, but they were giggling too hard to listen.

“Girls,” you warned, your voice holding little weight as you stacked dishes into the sink. “Come on, it’s bedtime.”

They barely acknowledged you, still deep in their game, until Marshall stepped in.

“Hey,” his voice cut through the noise like a blade, deep and firm. “Enough. Pick up your toys, brush your teeth, and get in bed. Now.”

The air in the room shifted instantly. The girls, recognizing the tone that meant business, scurried off with small murmurs of “Yes, Daddy.”

But it wasn’t just them who reacted.

Your body froze mid-motion, a shiver working its way down your spine. You swallowed hard, pulse jumping as heat curled low in your stomach. It had been too long—way too long—since he had spoken to you in that tone, since he had taken control like that, and your body remembered it instantly. The shift in your demeanor was immediate, instinctive. Your breath hitched, your thighs pressed together, and suddenly, the everyday chaos of parenting faded into the background.

Marshall turned to you, his blue eyes sharp as they locked onto yours. He saw it. The way you had stilled, the way your fingers gripped the edge of the sink a little too tightly, the way your breath had changed.

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, recognition flashing in his gaze.

“You good, baby?” His voice was still in that commanding tone, but now, there was a different kind of heat laced through it. A knowing amusement.

You exhaled shakily, nodding. “Yeah, I just—” You bit your lip, heat flooding your cheeks. “You know.”

His smirk deepened as he stepped closer, pressing his chest against your back, his breath warm against your ear. “Yeah, I do know.” His hands slid down to your hips, squeezing just enough to make you sigh. “Been too long, huh?”

You nodded, pressing back into him slightly, needing more, even as your mind swam in submission. “Way too long.”

Marshall chuckled lowly, his beard scratching against your skin as he pressed a lingering kiss to the side of your neck. “Go to our room,” he murmured, voice firm but gentle. “Now.”

A full-body shiver ran through you, your muscles already loosening at his words. The dishes, the mess, the chaos—all of it could wait.

Tonight, you weren’t just Mom.

Tonight, you were his.

The next morning, the house was noticeably calmer. The girls sat at the table, giggling over their cereal, and you—well, you moved a little slower than usual, a soreness between your thighs that had you wincing every time you shifted.

Marshall was watching you. Closely.

You could feel his eyes on you as you reached for the coffee pot, his lips twitching in amusement when you let out a quiet hiss and adjusted your stance. The man was insufferable.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, and the teasing lilt in his voice had you shooting him a glare.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?” He leaned in, voice low and knowing. “Maybe I was a little rough—”

You cut him off with a sharp look, whispering, “You know you were.”

His smirk widened, but instead of gloating, his hands found your waist, grounding and warm. “You want me to run you a bath?”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart swelled at the tenderness in his touch. “No, I want you to kiss me like you’re about to sin and do it all over again.”

His eyes darkened instantly, his grip tightening just enough to make your breath hitch. But before he could do anything about it, a small voice piped up from the table.

“Mommy, why is Daddy looking at you like that?”

Marshall groaned, pressing his forehead against your shoulder while you stifled a laugh. “Because he loves me, baby,” you answered smoothly, running a hand through his beard before stepping out of his grasp.

The girls all exchanged looks before bursting into laughter. “Ewwww!”

Marshall rolled his eyes, grabbing his coffee and muttering, “Should’ve known better.”

You just smiled, squeezing his hand under the table. Because last night, for the first time in too long, he had reminded you of exactly what it meant to be his. And despite the little aches that lingered, all you could think about was when you’d get to feel it again.

Once the girls were finally out the door and off to school, the house fell silent. You sighed, rolling your shoulders, ready to tackle the laundry. Marshall had disappeared into his studio—at least, that’s what you thought.

You were mid-motion, folding a shirt and placing it into the drawer, when a warm, solid presence pressed up against your back.

“I was looking for you,” Marshall murmured, his voice low, the rasp sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

“I thought you were working,” you breathed, heartbeat picking up as his hands slid around your waist.

“I was.” He turned you gently, pinning you between the dresser and his body. “But then I got to thinking about last night. And how much I missed this.”

Before you could respond, he captured your lips in a heated kiss, his fingers gripping your hips, pressing you flush against him. You moaned into his mouth, hands finding their way into his beard, tugging just enough to make him groan.

Then, just as suddenly, he dropped to his knees.

“Marshall—”

“Shhh, baby.” His hands ran up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your shorts higher before slipping them down completely. “Let me take care of you.”

And with that, he showed you just how much he missed you, pulling every sweet, desperate sound from your lips until your legs shook, until your fingers tangled in his hair, until all you could do was let him devour you.

By the time he finally stood, brushing his lips against yours with a satisfied smirk, your body was boneless, your breath uneven.

“Yeah,” he murmured, chuckling softly against your skin. “Definitely missed this.”

You didn’t even have the strength to stand. Before you could protest, Marshall scooped you into his arms, carrying you to bed effortlessly. He tucked you into his chest, his warmth lulling you into a haze of soft kisses and whispered praise.

Hours passed, between shared passion and drifting in and out of sleep. It wasn’t until you stirred, stretching against his chest, that the realization hit.

“Marshall,” you mumbled, sitting up quickly. “We’re late picking up the girls.”

He just grinned lazily, pulling you back down with a strong arm around your waist. “Relax, baby. Your parents got ‘em.”

Your mouth opened in surprise, but before you could respond, he rolled on top of you, pressing you deep into the mattress. His lips hovered just above yours, his voice dripping with mischief. “Now, where were we?”

And just like that, you were lost to him again.

[greater-than-the-sword]

So apparently the left wing started a conspiracy theory that the Trump administration will be spying on the period tracker app data of all women to determine who is pregnant... for the purpose of... prosecuting abortions, I guess?

[idk8373737]

I want Maomao to be feral

Like biting Jinshi’s finger near her face

Clawing at people

Bird eating her herbs. It’s now a snack. 

[revenantghost]

What if I ran a bookclub running up to when the deluxe editions release just to build hype

Haha jk.... unless......?

[shuavez]

listening to this n having thoughts because. the litany smut was meant to be soft n cute but now i’m thinking. and hard

[lazorbeanz]

When is your birthday? 👀

15 dayz b4 chrimbusss

[spngirlpolls]

sometimes you guys will be in the notes irate like “op you fucking forgot glockenspiel this is glockenspiel erasure” baby i do not know who that is. i could not pick glockenspiel out of an empty room.

[lowlylux]

🧍 I have obtained my new fav (kidding, no one can replace Amber) It was the 🐳 way tho so not greattttt

[panicky-pansexual]

James like me fr

[nomoremaybe]

[groundrunner100]

Naruto: Sun And Moon

If you get the joke, you’re a real anime fan.

[oasis-lil-cherub]

Having a sideblog is so frustrating but I feel like I’m too far in to make a new blog. Sigh

[pastellbg]

writeblrs and artblrs aren't that different

After all they do both perform artistic acts of self expression.

However I think what separates us the most is that fact that one of them posts 10x more than the other

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co