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Iâm not dead (yet)đ§đ˝ââď¸LESSS GOOOOO
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I will take main story Mark & Viltrum Mark at the SAME DAMN TIME
Not in a fight
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Hell yeah, happy horny Sunday!
And I need my handsome baby daddy (not in the fic) Grayson to see this delicious bod in a female version of his suit, no hidden features. Includ. The mask. Fem! Reader, playful, honest and known for being shy so her initiating is a new (or rare) thing for the two đ¤đ¤â¨
Pls n thx for considering
Officially happy horny Sunday!
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You may or may have not visited Arthur so that he could take her this for you ;)
Imagine his surprise when he returns home to find you dressed in his invincible costume. The only difference is that this one was tailored to your body. It was cinched a bit more at the waist, hugging your curves more intimately. He would be lying if he didnât admit that he almost got an instant erection standing in front of you, all bruised and bloody. However, that did not stop him, NO MAAM!
Typically, even with you, Mark was the respectful type and would keep a considerate amount of eye contact. However, in the scenario, his eyes were glued slowly to your chest. He couldâve swore that the material was a little bit see-throughâŚ. In fact, it looked like it may have been easy to rip even.
And he just imagined how good you would look in his costume while he pounded you. Maybe over the sofa or over-the-counter, hell maybe right here on the floor.
On top of that, you were the one who simply waited for him like this? He must have been dreaming. You looked absolutely stunning. He was completely captivated by how it looked on you.
âBabeâŚâ he comes to places his hands right on your hips, his thumbs circling the spots âyou lookâŚ..justâŚdamn!â
He had to remove his mask just so he could see you without any obstacles. It was even more delightful to discover how typically shy you were with this kind of thing. Seeing the blush on your face, even under the mask, turned them on a little more. His eyes then descended to a small detail in your neck, and that was a zipper on the front!
âI-IâŚthought you might have liked this part,â you said, a bit rushed, as you pulled the zipper down just a couple of inches, stopping at your collarbone.
âOh I more than just like it!â He steps closer and hovers his lips over your ear âwhy donât you pull that zipper down just a little more hm?â
And of course he did as he asked slow, but surely. His breath tickling your neck as he growls
âGood girl~â ďżź
And yes, it was later. Discovered that the material was easily wrapped, and Mark had made sure to rip a hole for your boobs, and another one so that he was able to fuck you in any positionđ
#mark grayson smut#invincible smut#mark grayson blurb#invincible#invincible blurbs#spicy blurb#Happy Horny Sundayđ
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Hey yaaaaallllll
I am having a nice, tranquil Sunday


I think I need to spice it up with some SPICE. Iâm very open to some thirst inboxes if you catch my drift đŠ
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hiii luna how are you <3
Heeeyyyy love!
Iâve been good! Iâm finally gotten into housing to live closer to my campus đ so thatâs been the highlight of the weekend
Iâve been working on some drafts as well as some drawings trying to get back into my little hobby
How are you babes <3?ďżź
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Last update: 05/10/25
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Everyone stop what ya doing whimsy posted
so i love the idea of sinister being a literal nightmare for every other being on the planet, except you.
the only thing that makes him switch like a circuit.
you donât understand the dynamics of your relationship. how he can be so unforgiving in every other facet of his life, then turn around and hold you like a newborn.
the way he understands and supports everything you do. never forces. never questions. he is completely enthralled in your existence and strives to help you flourish. you didnât want to live in some grand high rise. so now you stay in a small a-frame nestled beautiful by a winding river.
you told him one day it scared you how he would come home like a firestorm. how the sight of the blood on his suit made you cry. now he walks through the door clean, quiet, gentle.
he usually finds you sat at your desk, tapping your pencil to your lip as your brows pulled together in thought. iâm back, he says softly, and even with the effort to be unsurprising you still jump a little.
but then you sit up straighter, eyes wide as you turn to him. your lids flutter into something delicate, setting down your pencil and outstretching your arms to him. there you are, iâve missed you. your voice is tender, and all but completely erases the screams of the people heâd just slaughtered.
he goes to you and immediately moves to his knees, resting his face against your thighs as he wraps his arms around your legs. you fingers are gossamer as they move through his hair. how was your day? you ask, so innocent. so in denial about what he does when he leaves this house.
he has no problem indulging your fantasy.
it was good, he replies. saved a lot of lives todayâŚ
you hum a sound of happiness, or maybe contentment, letting your fingers drift down his neck and ghost between his broad shoulders.
the world is lucky to have you.
he doesnât disagree. but for reasons completely unrelated.
i love you, he hears you say. he pulls back to look up at your sweet eyes. a view he has etched into his mind and saved for days when he needs it the most and youâre not around.
you have no idea how much i love youâŚ
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This story is finally
Up đđđđ
Hear me out
Grayson threesome (??) where itâs basically a cross Multiverse where Mark Grayson and Dick, Grayson collide and reader is included in that collision
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Between Graysons
Warnings: threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it!), a bit of jealousy?, dirty talk, oral (m & freviving), fem! Reader, mark is kinda cocky??,
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You werenât expecting them here.
Not tonight. Not like this. And certainly not both Grayson!
Youâd just gotten out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, steam still clinging to your skin. A knock at the door made your heart jump, and before you could answer, it openedâfirst Mark, pacing like heâd been standing outside for hours.
He looked⌠flushed. Agitated. Like he had something boiling in his chest.
âI need to talk to you,â he said, voice low and tight. âNow.â
You barely had time to respond when another knockâsharper this timeâcame at the still-open door. And in walked Dick, casual in a dark t-shirt, his arms crossed, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.
âOh,â he said, glancing between you and Mark. âYou didnât tell me you were expecting company.â
Markâs body went rigid. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âI could ask you the same thing.â Dick stepped closer, his tone smooth, but there was heat behind it. âThought you were busy saving the world, Grayson.â
You blinked, caught between the two. âWaitâGrayson?â Your stomach dropped. âYou two know each other?â
âOh, we do,â Dick said, not taking his eyes off Mark. âAnd I know a lot more now. Like how youâve been sneaking around with my girl.â
âSheâs notââ Mark turned to you, eyes wide. âWait, is that true? Are you with him?â
âI didnât know you twoââ You swallowed hard, backing up slightly. The tension in the room was electric, unbearable. âThis wasnât supposed to happen like this.â
âSo itâs true,â Dick said flatly, stepping forward. âYouâve been sneaking around with both of us.â
Markâs jaw clenched. âYouâre not exactly innocent either. I didnât realize you were such a goddamn hypocrite.â
âYouâre not mad because I touched her. Youâre mad because she liked it.â He gave
âDonât act like you know what she wants.â
âThen maybe she should choose,â Dick said, his voice darkening. His eyes flicked to you again, burning. âGo ahead, sweetheart. Tell us.â
Two sets of eyes. Two bodies taut with tension, chests rising and falling. One sweet, one sharp. Both possessive. Both desperate to be the one you wanted. You clutched the towel tighter, pulse pounding.
ââŚWhat if I donât want to choose?â
Silence.
Mark blinked. Dick raised an eyebrow.You took a step closer, voice barely above a whisper.
âWhat if I want both?â You admit. You felt your body tremble and your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you confessed your feelings. You had never imagined saying these words, especially not in front of the two men you had been hoping would be shocked and speechless. At this point, you were at a loss for words.
Markâs lips parted slightly, eyes wide and full of disbelief, but not denial. His gaze dropped to the towel still clinging to your curves, throat working hard to swallow whatever thoughts were flashing through his mind.
Dick, on the other hand, stepped closer, slow, deliberate, like a predator stalking prey. His voice dropped low, velvet and dangerous.
âYou want both of us?â he murmured, tilting his head. âYou sure you can handle that, sweetheart? Handle us?â he asks as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. His finger gliding down to trace your jaw and down to your chin.
Your heart thudded in your chest. Biting your lip you utter something that seals your feet
âTry me.â
Your towel was gone, and their hands were all over you. But it was Mark who moved first.
âFuckâlook at you,â he growled, eyes raking over your body like he had every right to. âBet youâve been thinking about this. Thinking about me.â
Before you could answer, he was on youâhis mouth crashing into yours, one hand gripping your jaw, the other sliding down to your thigh. His kiss was filthy, hot and dominant, tongue demanding.
âYouâre already so wet,â he muttered, fingers slipping between your legs. âYou get like this when youâre caught between two guys, huh? You like being the center of attention?â
You whimpered as his fingers found your clit, rubbing in slow, tight circles.
And then there was Dick, stepping forward like a storm cloud breaking into soft rain. He touched your arm gently, eyes locked on yours. He gave you a smirk and asked
âAre you ready Princess?â
You noddedâdesperate, tremblingâand Dick kissed you like you were breakable. His lips moved slowly, as though memorizing the curve of your mouth. His hands were gentle, brushing over your waist and stomach, soothing while Mark was all fire behind you.
âYouâre beautiful,â Dick whispered, forehead resting against yours.
Dick sank to his knees in front of you, kissing down your stomach, hands steady on your hips. âJust let me take care of you.â
Mark moved behind, tugging you into him. You could feel his cock pressing against youâthick, hard, ready. His mouth grazed your shoulder.
âYouâre mine tonight,â he murmured darkly. âHe can have a taste. Iâm giving you the real thing.â
Dickâs mouth met your core, slow and skilled. He licked you like a man devotedâthorough, passionate, eyes closed like he was savoring every second. His tongue moved in slow circles, soft groans vibrating against your heat. His blue eyes looking into yours so soft and warm. He gave a long lick up your slit, his lips coming to suction your bundle of nerves again.
Mark grunted behind you, watching. âYouâre fucking soaking. You like his tongue that much?â
His lips come to your ear as they brush against the skin and whisper âImagine how good my cockâs gonna feel, baby.â
You cried outâoverstimulated already, clinging to Mark as Dick worshipped you from below and Mark filled whispered sweet, dirty nothings to you. His hands cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples
âGet on the bed,â mark ordered. âOn your hands and knees.â You obeyed, dizzy with pleasure.
Mark grabbed your hips, lining himself up. âBeg for it.â
âPleaseâMarkââ
âLouder.â
âPlease, fuck me!â
He slammed into you in one smooth thrust.
âGodâfuckââ you moaned, back arching. He was so deep. So full. Mark held your hips and thrust hard, each movement confident and rough. âThatâs it, baby. Moan for me. Let him hear it.â
Dick was beside you, kissing your face, stroking your hair as Mark fucked you senseless from behind. His lips touching every trace of skin that they could coming down to suck on your nipples. His hand wandering down to his own belt, buckle where he loosens the article. His cock is freed as he goes to himself.
âYouâre doing so good,â Dick whispered, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. âSo perfect. Can IâŚ?â
You nodded, mouth slack knowing what he meant. He gave you a soft smirk and moved to his knees and knelt in front of your mouthâand he slid into your mouth with a hiss.
Now you were filled at both ends. Mark pounding into you, filthy and possessive. Dick in your mouth, soft and praising. slow, deliberate, sinking down until he hit the back of your throat. Dickâs head fell back with a moan, his hand came to tangle into your hair as his hips buck into you slowly
âGod, you feel incredible,â he choked out, hips twitching slightly.
You bobbed your head, swirling your tongue around his tip, tasting every drop of him. His thighs trembled beneath your hands, muscles flexing as he tried not to thrust.
Mark couldnât stop watching. âHoly shitâŚâ
He crawled closer, eyes locked on your mouth working over Dickâs cock. âYou look so good like thatâŚ.almost as good as when she was sucking me off,â Mark comments recalling those days where he had you in the position
âGod, you feel incredible,â he choked out, hips twitching slightly.
You bobbed your head, swirling your tongue around his tip, tasting every drop of him. His thighs trembled beneath your hands, muscles flexing as he tried not to thrust. Dick couldnât help the moans and grains that slipped past his lips as he twitched in your mouth
âO-oh fuck! Iâm coming!â
With a strangled grown, he studies his hips into your mouth as he finishes down your throat his pants fill the room as you look up at him and swallow the contents in your mouth. Pulling his cock out of your mouth carefully, a string of saliva still connecting you,
Mark couldnât stop watching. âHoly shitâŚâ you could feel Mark stutter his hips. A clear sign he was coming to his end, one that you knew all too well. You couldnât help but moan around his cock as your back started to arch feeling your orgasm come closer and closer
âGoodâŚ.good girlâŚâ he said, slamming into you harder. He can feel you constricting around him, pulsing around his cock, and heâs had enough times to know when you were going to come âLet it happen. Let me have youâŚ.come for meâŚâ
Your orgasm tore through you like a wave, thighs shaking, hands gripping him for dear life as he fucked you through it, hips never slowing. The sound of skin on skin, your moans, and Marks growls filled the room.
Dick kissed your shoulder softly, murmuring, âThatâs it⌠so good for usâŚâ
Mark followed with a strangled groan, pushing into you and filling you to the brim, panting like heâd just flew around the world in mere seconds. He pulls out and dropped beside you, one arm slung across your waist, the other brushing your cheek.
âYouâre mine,â he murmured, possessive and soft. âYou hear me?â
Dickâs hand slid over your hips and caress the skin. âOurs.â He corrected the hero
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đ: @dazedin2d @kindred2000000 @ryngzmn @stars-eclipsing
#dick grayson x reader smut#mark grayson x reader smut#dick grayson x reader#mark grayson smut#dick grayson smut#crossover#dick grayson#mark grayson#invincible x reader smut#nightwing x reader smut
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AAAAHHHHH im so glad you liked it đ
I was honestly nervous going into it cause I never really wrote M4M before đ but seeing as I did pretty well here, I am more than open to writing some more for you â¤ď¸
Iâve got those blunts for ya đ
i busted everywhere đŤ
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@hhoneylemon letâs have a do over đ
Warnings: NSFW content (I tried my bestđ), male! Reader, like my other blurbs but for our male audience đ, some descriptions I did my best at
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Bf!Mark who makes you sit on his lap while he games. He mutes his mic the second you settle onto him, hands slipping under your hoodie to rest on your waist like second nature. âYou comfy, baby?â he murmurs, tilting his head to kiss your jaw mid-match. He loves the way you go quiet, flustered by how easily he multitasksâkilling enemies in-game and making you squirm in real life.
Bf!Mark who helps you shaveâand gets distracted. It starts innocent: him behind you at the sink, holding your wrist steady while you shave. Then heâs pressing his lips to your shoulder, whispering, âYou always look so good like thisâŚâ and suddenly youâre not finishing your shave at all. The mirror fogs up for a different reason.
Bf!Mark who wears your hoodie just to feel close to you. He swears itâs because he couldnât find his own, but the way he tugs the collar up to his nose, breathing in your scent, says otherwise. âIt smells like you,â he murmurs, curling into your side. You let him wear it to sleep, and in the morning, he still wonât take it offâjust looks at you with that soft smile and says, âItâs mine now.â
Bf!Mark who always pulls you closer in his sleep. Even when youâre on the edge of the bed, one leg hanging off, heâs half-asleep and still dragging you back into his chest. His voice is gravelly when he murmurs, âWhere dâyou think youâre goinâ?â Because 10 more minutes in bed with him wouldnât hurt. (Even if youâre late )
Bf!Mark who always wants morning kissesâand more. Heâs not a morning person unless youâre in it. Heâs kissing your neck before youâre fully awake, his hand sliding under the blanket, warm and slow. âLet me wake you up properly,â he murmurs, his voice still raspy. You donât even get to check your phone before he has you gasping into his pillow.
Bf!Mark who fucks you slow just to hear you whimper his name. He presses into you with a teasing, maddening pace, every thrust dragging out a sound from your throat that has him groaning against your neck. âSo fuckinâ pretty like this,â he says, watching your face twist in pleasure. One hand strokes your cock in time with his hips. âLet go for me, sweetheart. Let me ruin you nice and slow.â
Bf!Mark who goes down on you like itâs his last meal He pulls your briefs down and moans at the sight of youâhard, flushed, already twitching for attention. âFuck, youâre perfect,â he says before licking a long, slow stripe up your shaft. His mouth is hot, wet, greedy, and he doesnât stop even when your thighs tremble and youâre panting his name. âGive it to me,â he groans, one hand stroking what his mouth canât reach. âI want every drop.â
Bf!Mark who makes you watch yourself in the mirror. He bends you over the bathroom sink, one arm wrapped around your chest, keeping you still. You can see everythingâthe flushed tip of your cock leaking against the porcelain, Mark behind you, eyes locked on your reflection. âDonât look away,â he growls, thrusting deeper. âWatch how good you take me. Watch how fucked-out you get for me.â
#mark grayson x male reader#invincible x male reader#mark Grayson X reader#invincible smut#mark grayson x reader smut#invincible blurbs#male reader
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Kofi & drawings
Hello everyone! I have decided to create a Kofi account where I will be taking commissions for personal writing. I will also be adding on some drawings later on once I do have the time and Iâm able to give you all a sample.
With this means is that I can make writing and request much more personal to an individual. Whether that be names or pronouns or specific personal descriptions, I can fill out with a small donation or you can also tip me.
Anything is appreciated just as blogs here are appreciated. Any and all commission goes towards my expenses as a student living off campus and paying rent.
I thank you and appreciate you for any commissions that you give in. The link to my Kofi can be found in my pinned post or my bioâ¤ď¸
#bruce wayne x reader#mark grayson x reader#dick grayson x reader#luna general đ#commission#ko fi support#fanfiction commissions#Lunaâs Ko Fi
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listen, itâs 1 in the morning but i think iâm onto something
canon evidence that markâs got a hog
Exhibit A


LOOK AT HOW BIG HIS FEET ARE
you KNOW what they say about that
then weâve got exhibit B


his bulge is literally insane. like, gawd thatâs him on SOFT???

THE EVIDENCE IS THERE RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR EYES
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In The Quiet Hours
A/N; I woke up with baby fever
Warnings: post birth/postpartum anxiety(?), stressed and tired reader
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The rain had started again.
You couldnât tell when, it must have been during the last diaper change or sometime in the middle of the fourth lullaby. The nursery light cast a gentle amber hue over the room, soft enough to keep the baby half-drowsy, bright enough to remind you that morning was still far away.
She was still cryingâŚ.
Not loud. Not panicked. Just the whimpering, fussy sound of a newborn who refused to sleep unless the universe tilted just right. You rocked slowly in the old chair, arms aching, eyelids heavy. Youâd tried the white noise, the swaying walk, the pacifier. She spat it out with dramatic flair, like a tiny critic rejecting your entire performance. Your shirt was damp from milk and tearsâhers and yours. You werenât even sure when you started crying.
âI canâtâI donât know what else to do,â you whispered into her soft hair, voice cracking. âPlease, Mary. Please just sleep.â
She squirmed again. Your throat tightened. The sharp, guilt-soaked voice in your mind started up again.
Sheâs still crying because Iâm not enough. Iâm too tired. Iâm not doing it right. Iâm already failing her.
The door opened with a soft creak. You didnât look up. You already knew the pattern of his footsteps, the way he walked barefoot across the nursery floor.
âBabe?â Dickâs voice was low, thick with sleep and worry.
âIâve got it,â you mumbled, too fast. Too defensive. âGet back to bedâŚ..pleaseâŚâ
âI know,â he said gently. âBut Iâm her father ya knowâŚ.that means weâre supposed to do this together,â
You finally looked at him. His eyes were puffy, hair flopping over his forehead, and his shirt was rumpled like heâd bolted upright as soon as he realized you were gone from bed. The concern on his face made the tears rush up again.
âI donât want to keep waking you up.â You sniff feeling your eyes sting and leg start to bounce from the anxiety
âYouâre not,â he said, crouching beside you. âI wake up anyway. I just wait to see if you need me. And I think you do.â
You clutched your daughter a little tighter, trying to blink away the sting. âI justâIâm supposed to know what to do, right? Isnât that how it works? Instinct or something? But I feel like I donât even know my own body anymore, and Iâm tired all the time, and I keep thinkingâwhat if I mess this up? What if she doesnât feel safe with me?â
Dick didnât say anything at first. He just brushed your hair back from your damp forehead, gently, as if touching porcelain.You hiccuped out a breath.
âBecause youâre not supposed to carry that fear alone. I see youâevery single night, every feeding, every change, every moment you think youâre failing? I see how hard youâre fighting for her. That is instinct, babe. Thatâs love.â
He reached out. âCan I hold her for a bit?â
You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat as you passed her off. She fit perfectly in his arms, and somehowâof courseâher little body went limp with contentment within seconds. It made something twist in your gut. You rubbed your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.
âShe always sleeps better with you,â you said quietly.
âNo,â he whispered back, rocking gently. âShe just needed a shift in energy. Thatâs all. She still feels you here. She knows you love her, but she also knows youâre exhausted,â
You leaned into his side when you stood up beside him to look at the sleeping babe, your head resting against his shoulder, feeling your muscles finally start to relax.
âIâm scared,â you admitted. Your voice was soft and fragile, like a dam about to burst.
âI know,â he murmured. âSo am I sometimes. But if weâre scared together, then weâre in this together. You donât have to be perfectâyou just have to be here. And you are. You always are.â
The rain kept falling, soft and steady. The baby sighed in her sleep. And for the first time that night, your heart stopped racing long enough to breathe.
The babyâs quiet breaths matched the soft rhythm of the rain outside. You stayed nestled against Dickâs side for a while, the weight of your body finally surrendering to the safety of his presence. his arm around your shoulders, his other hand cupping the back of your daughterâs tiny head, felt like anchoring yourself after days of drifting.
âCome on,â he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair. âLetâs get you back to bed.â
You started to protest out of habit. âI shouldâwhat if she wakes up again?â
âShe might,â he said calmly. âAnd Iâll handle it. Youâve been running on fumes. Let me take this shift, okay?â
Your jaw tightened. That old guilt crept in again, whispering youâre supposed to be the one up with her, youâre the mom, you canât just tap outâbut he caught it before you said a word. Almost as if he could read your inner dialogue,
âYouâre not failing her by sleeping,â he said gently, as if reading your thoughts. âYouâre human. And youâre healing. Let me take care of you, too.â
He moved slowly, careful not to wake the baby in his arms. Gently laying a kiss to her head and laying her small body into her crib. He makes sure the monitor is set before taking your hand and leading you out of the nursery. Your legs were sore, your eyes stung, but the feel of his hand wrapped around yours, warm, solid. It was enough to keep you moving.
Back in the bedroom, he helped you slip under the covers, tucking the blanket up around your shoulders like he had the night you first came home from the hospital.
You blinked at him through the low light. âWhat if she cries and you canâtââ
âIâll come get you if I really need to,â he promised. âBut youâre allowed to rest without waiting for something to go wrong.â
You opened your mouth again, only for him to lean down and kiss your forehead, soft and slow.
âYouâve done more than enough tonight,â he murmured. âLet me do the rest.â
The door clicked gently behind him as he padded back toward the nursery. You stared at the ceiling for a long moment, the quiet suddenly feeling overwhelming. But thenâyou heard him through the baby monitor.
A low, gentle voice.
âSheâs asleep now. Mama needs rest, but weâre still right here. Youâre safe.â
You bit your lip, overwhelmed with love and something close to relief. You didnât fall asleep right awayâbut when you finally did, it was to the sound of Dickâs voice quietly singing a lullaby from down the hall.
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The next morning you woke with a start.
The sun was already pouring in through the curtains, golden and warm, and for a disorienting moment, everything was too quiet. You sat up fast, heart already pounding.
The baby. Why didnât I hear her? Did I sleep through her crying? Did something happen?
You fumbled for your phone on the nightstandâ7:46 a.m. Your mouth went dry. That was at least five hours of uninterrupted sleep. You couldnât remember the last time that happened. You tossed the blanket off in a panic and swung your legs over the edge of the bed only to freeze.
There was a faint sound drifting from the kitchen. A soft hum. And the unmistakable crackle of a skillet. You padded down the hallway, feet silent against the floor. As you turned the corner, you stopped.
Dick stood at the stove, barefoot and shirtless, wearing soft plaid pajama pants and Mary wrap snug across his chest. Your daughter was tucked inside it, her head resting against his sternum, fast asleep, her tiny fist curled against the fabric like she owned the world.
He was humming somethingâone of the lullabies youâd been whispering all week, but slower, lazier, like a love song. He flipped a pancake one-handed, the other resting gently on the babyâs back. You leaned against the doorway, warmth blooming in your chest. You already had an attractive husband. Now strap your baby to his chest, and itâs doubled.
âIs it weird that this is the hottest thing Iâve ever seen?â you said sleepily.
Dick turned, grinning. âGood morning, beautiful. Sleep okay?â
You nodded, a little dazed. âI slept too okay. I feel like I time-traveled.â
He crossed the kitchen and kissed you softly. âYou needed it. She stirred around four, so I fed her, changed her, and we had a little father-daughter chat about letting mama rest.â
You looked down at your daughter, still peacefully asleep in her baby sling. âShe actually listened to you?â You raised a brow at him
Dick gave a dramatic shrug. âIâm very persuasive.â
You reached out, brushing a finger along your daughterâs chubby cheek. âI feelâŚhuman again, in a strange wayâŚ..I feel like I can function for a couple of hours.â
âI was hoping a stack of pancakes and coffee might help ease the transition.â
You laughed, hand resting on his arm. âThank you. For last night. For this. I know I havenât been the easiest person toââ
âStop,â he said, kissing your lips. âYouâre doing amazing. Itâs okay to need help. You donât have to carry every second on your shoulders.â
You blinked against the sting in your eyes, this time from something closer to gratitude than exhaustion. He squeezed your hand.
âNow go sit. Coffeeâs already poured, a spoon of sugar, and creamer. And your pancakes are almost ready.â
You took a seat at the table, watching as Dick moved around the kitchen with practiced easeâyour daughter sleeping soundly against him, the house finally calm, and for the first time in weeksâŚyou let yourself enjoy it. Not as a break before the next breakdown.
But as something real. Something you deserved.
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Dick ďżźgoes through the 5 stages of grief when itâs his little girls 5th birthday party, and one of the guests who happens to be a little boy, comes up to her hands her gift, and also a kiss on the cheek
Meanwhile, all the moms, including yourself are giggling, and awhing at the scene, he simply standing in the corner with his birthday hat not sure how to feel
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Yall Iâve been swamped with work but I promise I got more working coming up đđ
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