#dadwick

[fatesunwritten]

there's a dead look behind his green eyes as he grips a whiskey glass full of juice, wishing it was something stronger. a deep breath in, then out and roman takes a long drink, draining the glass before reaching for the open bottle of apple juice his daughter keeps going back and forth between. nearby, perched on a pile of pillows is a two year old toddler, clapping and laughing along with the colorful images projected on the wall.

" celeste's in her my little pony era. send help before she teaches ciane how to say 'friendship' or 'twilight sparkle' before he says 'mama.' "

[romanpolitan]

chibi redraws !!! 🎃.*🤍

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other doodles!! my fave gingers >u< !! (💚 + 🧡)

dadwick propaganda time

i rlly like them.. canonically their babysitter.. so cute ToT !!

[secret-engima]

In the Gremlin!verse - I think that Torchwick is really the person who helps Oscar get *comfortable* with using his magic. Most likely through a combination of practicality and making it *fun* - Oscar needs to learn, because this is part of him, however that happened, and because you don't neglect any tool in your arsenal. He then follows up on it by encouraging Oscar to use said magic for - little things. Frivolous, everyday, *ordinary* things. He encourages Oscar to /have fun/ with it.

hamelin-born

said:

Gremlin!verse: Of course, the thing that would *really* make Oscar snap and break out the magic - the proverbial Nuclear Option, so to speak - is something threatening to hurt his /friends/. And when he /snaps/ - well. Remember the scene of the Fully Realized Winter Maiden, and how nothing and no one could touch her? Yes, that. Except more spherical, and in crackling green, with flickering tendrils of red and black.

Me: Yesssssss

Torchwick is too practical to let such a tool go to waste, but he knows that kids ... need positive reinforcement. Neo did, and she was older than Oscar (physically) when he picked her up and took her in. He understands that there is trauma associated with the magic, but it NEEDS to be trained. Especially so Oscar doesn’t trigger his own panic attack if he has to defend himself with it. So Torchwick starts small and practical and FUN. He realizes that Ozpin was always serious with magic (from what Oscar says) so he starts having Oscar practice via frivolously little things. Lighting candles with a snap of his fingers, making Neo’s hair go poof with a bit of static, making snowballs out of thin air for an impromptu team snowball fight. Little illusions during story time with Whitley.

It helps. Slowly, and fitfully, it helps. Oscar stops flinching when he uses his magic, stops freezing when he sees the red veins amid the green. And he takes a mischievous pleasure in using his magic for the silliest things. Then after a few years he gets comfortable enough to offer animal transformation to them all and the rest is history XD

Yesssss. The Nuclear Option is reserved solely for protecting his friends, and when he REALLY goes to town- it’s even more devastating than the Winter Maiden in canon. It HOWLS and snarls and destroys everything that Oscar doesn’t recognize as HIS. This expanding emerald and red-black veined shield of DESTRUCTION.

[ironshy]

dadwick

[kumkaniudaku]

Epilouge

Los Angeles, California (2021)

“Okay, Princess, one more time before we show Mommy.” Chadwick’s voice was soft and patient as he relayed information to the two and a half year old that was carefully positioned in his lap. “One plus one is?”

“Two!” The bright eyed little girl exclaimed proudly.

“And two plus two is?”

“Four!”

“Three plus three?”

A pause to think. “Six?”

“That’s right. Mikey! Four plus four?”

“Eight!”

“Okay, last one. Five plus five?”

This was the big one. The one they’d spent all morning working on. The little one furrowed her eyebrows to think a moment, using her fingers as a guide to the right answer.

“This many!” She shouted, proudly showing off ten fingers.

“Close enough!” 

Chadwick was proud of his daughter no matter what but, seeing her grasp simple math facts at this age nearly made him as emotional as the day she was born.

“What are you two in here yelling about?” Tasha smiled, standing in the doorway of the child’s playroom. Micah Noelle was elegantly scripted across the back wall of the yellow and grey room, the name CoCo chose long before she was born.

Her deep brown skin, glossy eyes and gapped smile matched her father’s as they rose from their seated position to meet Tasha in the middle of the room.

“Mikey wants to show you what we’ve been working on this week. Right, Princess?” The once excited child was now more focused on the fruit in her mother’s hand than the tedious math facts Chadwick had planned. He smiled and shrugged. “Or, you know, maybe later.”

Switching between parents, Micah used her little fingers to pop a strawberry into her mouth. 

Beaming, Chadwick inched closer to her face to lightly pinch her cheeks. “Can Daddy at least have a kiss for getting you dressed this morning?”

Micah returned his request with high pitched giggles as he blew raspberries against her neck. Looking at Tasha, his innocent smile took on a different form.

“That question was for you too.”

Before her lips could connect to his, a small, sticky hand stopped forward progress. “No, mommy!”

“Excuse me? I want kisses, Micah!”

“Yeah, Princess, be nice to Mommy. I’m her Daddy, too.” His palm slyly grabbed his wife’s ass so that the double meaning was properly conveyed.

Micah relented after some coaxing and a few more kisses to her cheeks.

Finally, their lips connected for a lingering kiss that suggested more could happen later if a certain someone decided to take a nap at her scheduled time. Pulling Tasha close, Chadwick’s lips grazed herr earlobe gently.

“Let’s have two more.”

Giving him a sweet smile and another short kiss, she made sure to keep her mouth against his lips to keep the adult conversation private.

“Hell no.”

[schnees-and-schnugs]

This is literally just the plot of every dadwick fanfic with his adoptive son whitley

You kidnapped the child of a rich family to get a big ransom, but you soon realize that his family doesn’t care about him at all. So you do your best to be a good parental figure for him.

[babybluepeaches]

On one of my posts someone called chadwick "dadwick" and honestly?? Life hasn't been the same since

[secret-engima]

Snippet of Saving the World for Fun and Profit

(In which Torchdad is Not Pleased™ and Neo gets busted)

...

     Roman Torchwick wasn’t certain if it was possible to be more upset and anxious and angry all at the same time as he watched the bullhead finish settling on the ground with a grumbling wheeze of machinery. Chasing rumors of Neo’s movements for days, watching the Underworld itself reel in shock over Marcus Black’s death —that Neo had likely had a hand in—, then the world reel over the murder of Haven’s headmaster —which he was also pretty sure Neo had had a hand in, thank’s a lot, tip from an old work buddy in Mistral—. And now, after all that, favors spent and night of sleep lost and lien lost from canceled operations and Neo just- came back to Vale like she expected not to be noticed.

     Like he hadn’t had every member of his network watching the skies and ports for a bullhead of that make and model, like he hadn’t been theorizing about and preparing for and raging internally over whatever —whoever— had dragged Neo into this insanity. He could feel his hand going white-knuckled  on the handle of Melodic Cudgel. There were top quality rounds loaded in it, ready for a fight, and he had several vials raw Dust tucked into his pockets to use as makeshift --and more powerful-- grenades. The moment Neo was back at his side, he was finding the person who had blackmailed her into this —made her cry and run and steal and kill without daring to stop and tell him why— and making an example of them. He wasn’t a king of the underworld by a long shot, but he was still Roman Torchwick and he was hardly some small fry who could be jerked around on a leash or have his partner stolen from under his nose without consequences.

     The door hissed open, but no ramp lowered, this model was too old to still have a working one probably. Neo jumped down, turning to face the interior so quickly that he knew she hadn’t seen him yet. Roman took the opportunity to examine her. Physically she looked … surprisingly alright. No major injuries or signs of bandages, no bruises or flickers of Aura trying to heal wounds he couldn’t see. Hush was clean and folded on her back as she raised her hands as if to accept something from inside. So she wasn’t alone. The person jerking her strings —or someone also working for that person— was in the bullhead with her. Good. He was going to have a talk with the next person he saw come out of that ship-.

     Tiny hands took Neo’s and Roman felt his world pause when a little girl hopped down with Neo’s help. The street rat couldn’t have been older than nine, probably closer to seven or eight. Bright green hair, dark skin, an eye color he couldn’t quite make out from this far away but definitely on the darker end of the spectrum. The girl smiled up at Neo, all sunshine and mischief and trust, like Neo could do anything, then the child waved to someone else inside and another brat hopped out, this one a scraggly boy with silver hair and a lean frame that moved like he had training. The boy didn’t bother taking Neo’s hands, and the moment he touched dirt he seemed to pick a verbal fight with Greenie.

     Neo was still facing the interior of the bullhead, arms out, and Roman wondered if now he would get to see the puppet master —who collected street rats apparently, and that was sending up red flags in his head, because Neo was his and not up for claiming—. Instead, even tinier hands emerged, these ones wearing gloves, and a moment later Neo was catching a four year old and lowering him gently to the ground with a smile.

     What. In the name of the Brothers Grimm. Was going on.

     Neo set the child down and fiddled with her scroll. The bullhead door closed and it didn’t power on for another flight, which meant that … seemingly … no one else was inside. The two older street rats had clustered around the littlest of their number, talking to him and coaxing him up onto the silver haired brat’s back for a piggyback ride. Roman caught part of Neo’s words as she signed, something about being on their best behavior when she introduced them to-. To him. She was planning to bring them to him. Planning to come back.

     “This is going to be hard enough to explain without you making Roman mad, Merc, Em. Got that? Don’t make him mad.”

     Roman let his shoes clack audibly against the pavement of the port, swinging his cane to rest against one shoulder as Neo stiffened and whirled to face him. The two street rats exchanged looks while the toddler just blinked at him in surprise. The dark skinned girl chuckled nervously, “Uh. It kinda looks like he already is?”

     “Greenie over there is right.” Roman called across the distance in a deceptively light tone, the one he used right before blowing someone’s brains out for making a crude comment at Neo or ruining one job too many, “Points to her for observational skills. So, Neopolitan,” Neo cringed at the use of her full name and the three kids shot her wide-eyed, worried looks, “care to explain what has been happening the last week and a half? Hmm? Like, I don’t know, where you’ve been and what you think you’ve been doing?”

[ironshy]

i love dadwick

[brownie-glitter]

Chadwick/Dadwick

HOLLERING!

[secret-engima]

Is there a verse you want to talk about but no one has asked you about it yet? If so, consider this me asking! ❤️

....I could be responsible and use this ask to talk about an older WIP. Like my Fairy Tail one.

But I’m not gonna do that because this is me we’re talking about.

SO WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT THE TIME TRAVEL FIXIT I MADE FOR RWBY.

It has Oscar Pine leading the charge with an unusual posse.

And by Unusual I mean it’s Oscar, Neo, Mercury, Emerald, and the Hound all waking up in younger bodies (or in Hound’s case emerging from Salem’s experimental pool of Grimm goo years early by sheer force of will) and deciding to wreak havoc with the plot. Now, for background, this is an Oscar who redemption arced those four and then they all helped defeat Salem, but it was one of those victories where the loss was just- so HIGH. Humanity could recover yes, but everyone important to THEM was...

Well.

So when they find a way accidentally to go back and maybe fix things? Heck yeah.

Torchwick would really like his adorable gremlin assistant Neo to explain why she just burst into his room in the middle of the night, hugged him, and then ran off for two weeks. And now she’s back with a bunch of kids and a literal Grimm.

Oh. Oh time travel is a thing.

Oh.

WAIT HE DIES???

Okay fine, buckle up kids it’s time to steal the future from an evil Grimm queen.

Leonardo gets shanked several years early (because he deserves it) and Torchwick (who is stubbornly screeching internally that he is NOT A DAD TO THESE TIME HOPPING GREMLINS even as he is absolutely Crime Dad) helps Oscar and Co plot their way into subverting as many of Salem’s plans as possible while figuring out how to kill her without losing everyone they know and love in the process this time.

For the record, Oscar is physically SIX when they first make the hop, so they got time and Oscar is bby. He is also the leader of this shenaniganery using all the wisdom leftover in his head from Oz. Who is not in his head because 1. Ozpin is alive (and will remain so kthanks) and 2. Salem in this AU ... did something new in her torment of Ozma’s current host and so Oscar was ... mentally a mess toward the end of that war, trying to put together the shattered pieces left behind of Salem essentially ripping Ozma OUT of Oscar and leaving Oscar behind to deal with the fallout.

So just- this entire plot is supposed to be as humorous and crack as I can make it, so it features tiny Oscar winning the White Fang (not Adam’s branch but Sienna Khan) over to his side, possibly winning Raven to his side, and in general becoming an unintentional, well meaning bby crime king of the underworld with Torchwick as his “face” and Em, Mercury, and Neo as his bodyguards/friends/gleeful minions (Hound, who has a new name in this verse, is obviously his “dog” and primary guard because who’s gonna mess with a Grimm this terrifying).

Nobody else has a clue what is happening. Not Salem, not Ozpin, definitely not the underworld. Salem is too busy trying to catch Ozpin’s plans and crush them to notice Oscar’s chaos at first (her mistake), and Ozpin is more than half convinced that the strange happenings in the underworld are SALEM’S doing because Leo is dead and now Qrow is finding rumors of a tiny child riding around on a GIANT GRIMM slowly taking over the criminal underworld.

Dadwick is so proud. And still in denial over being the default Dad Figure for these gremlins.

Basically chaotic humor/angst Heist Fic but they’re stealing the future rather than a shiny rock or something.

[secret-engima]

@hamelin-born​

It is 100% Taiyang who looks at the clues and evidence (and Circus recordings :3) and goes: Okay no. This is not a kid who has been raised in a hyper-controlling and abusive environment, this is a child who has been left to fend for himself and is going bonkers from it.

And as a teacher as well as a parent, Tai would KNOW what he’s talking about.

(Oscar does have a loving Dadwick, Sondor, and Auntie Em, but Dadwick has no idea how to parent because his own sucked so hard, Sondor is- well- SONDOR, and honestly his Aunt is too busy keeping Oscar from doing genuinely lethal shenanigans to worry about any of his other mischief.)

Ozpin oscillating between relief that the child is not under Salem’s control to FRANTIC WORRY because UNSUPERVISED MAGIC CHILD. IN THE UNDERWORLD.

He’s like a really stressed version of that John Mulaney skit.

There is a MAGIC CHILD. IN THE UNDERWORLD.

NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HE’S GOING TO DO. LEAST OF ALL THE MAGIC CHILD.

Ozpin has to find him, quick, before Salem gets him back or someone else with a cruel heart manipulates him.

Oscar meanwhile is just- vibing, having fun, doing crimes with Dadwick and his family.

what if, eventually when they meet oscar, ozpin and co just... just Don't Believe Anyone when they tell them that oscar is not oz's and salem's son. have you seen the way the kid acts? his brain is what we call Messy! and his aunt? sure, she looks like him, but that could be a coincidence and she used that to keep oscar in her custody after she rescued him from salem! obviously!! they know what's going on here!!!

taiyang's door gets broken down by a frantic ozpin asking How Parent. Son Is Criminal. How Criminal Parent. Tai Stop Laughing.

*wheezes* okay this is GREAT. And I need it now.

The more and more clues start dripping out and being found by Ozpin and co, the more convinced they are that Salem *did something terrible* and the tiny Grimm riding child running around slowly taking over the underworld is the result.

Ozpin is a Crisis™. HOW PARENT. NOW PARENT? HE HASN’T EVEN MET HIS OWN CHILD FACE TO FACE YET AND HIS CHILD IS A CRIMINAL AND WHAT DOES HE DO. HELP.

Glynda points out that- *genetically* Ozpin is not obligated to claim relation to this tiny child, but they all know it’s a weak one when he still lays claim to all of Oz’s past lives and this child is clearly the unholy, possibly science-made, offspring of one of them.

Also Ozpin totally calls up James to ask IS CLONING POSSIBLE. CAN YOU MAKE CHILD FROM DEAD DNA.

James, after consulting his scientists: It is extremely illegal but yes. ...Why? Oz. Oz you’re hyperventilating. OZ?

And that’s how James learns that Ozpin apparently has a child out there somewhere that is the fusion of Salem and some past life of his that was likely Scienced into being. Or magicked. Or both. Who knows what Salem would do to get this to happen.

Also the at first 100% think that the kid is still under Salem’s care, that Salem has just done the evil maniac immortal version of dropping her kid off in the playground to have fun with his toys, only the playground is all of Remnant and the toys are the underworld and Ozpin’s stress levels. XD

Taiyang has no idea why Ozpin is Stress Hyperventilating on his couch, they haven’t talked in years, but the man clearly needs help. Oh ... oh you have a KID?

With WHO?

Qrow, Glynda, explain please, Ozpin just shut down and is now mumbling nonsense into his hot coco.

[kumkaniudaku]

Dadwick is hella protective. Unc was playing no games. Touch his Queen and you might lose that hand. I need that energy.

CoCo has always been his support system which is so beautiful. If only they could’ve gotten their act together sooner.

Chad and pregnant CoCo sounds like the move.

Sanity

A/N: A request for @melaninmonhoe(whose name I love btw). I hope you enjoy. I you don’t, we can give it another shot ☺️. This takes place while CoCo was pregnant with Micah. Lastly, there are some outfit links at the beginning. I got a little carried away with looking at clothes so feel free to ignore them.

Word Count: 1,957

“Babe, should I keep it casual with the chunky heel combat boot or go mommy-to-be chic with the thigh high stiletto?”

You and your small baby bump emerged from the hotel suite’s closet holding up both options for Chadwick to pick from. Either option would’ve suited your skinny Rag & Bone jeans and Givenchy sweater but, you wanted a second opinion.

“Go with the combat boot. I don’t want you falling and hurting yourself while we’re out.”

“Aww, baby! You really do love me.”

His eyes flickered up from his iPad to playfully roll at you before they returned to their previous task.

His body was comfortably stretched across the bed, propped on his side with his elbow while he scrolled through emails and social media feeds. He was also dressed in all black per your suggestion. His broad shoulders and chest were fighting against the cotton fabric of his black v-neck, a perfect match for his black jeans and bomber jacket. You suggested that he add a single gold chain and a pair of Air Jordan “Infrared” 6s to the look for your personal fantasies.

“You’re unusually quiet,” you commented, sitting on the bed to put your shoes on. “What you thinking about?”

“Just how much I don’t wanna go out and sit around all these people asking me questions about things I don’t care about.”

“That’s really…dark. Nude or red on my lips?”

“Nude gloss.”

You took a beat to think before ultimately retreating to the bathroom to find the gloss he suggested. “You have to get out and be social, Aaron. It’s for the movie.”

“I’m not the only one in the cast.” His voice was closer now and you looked up to find him resting against the doorway while he watched you.

“But you are the star. Plus, we haven’t been out of this house in months. It won’t hurt to talk to people other than each other.”

Her murmured something indistinguishable in response, only stopping when you cupped his face and squished his cheeks together.

“It’ll be fun. A couple hours of basketball and pictures before we’re right back here. I promise.”

He rolled his eyes again before grabbing your wrists and positioning your arms around his neck. “Don’t let people touch your stomach. You know I hate that.”

“Yes, sir. Now will you promise to have fun?”

He accepted your kiss, rubbing circles on your back. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

The expected 20 minute ride to Phillips Arena stretched longer than expected with All Star weekend traffic. Usually, Chadwick would be laughing and singing without a care in the world but, tonight, he was anxiously tapping the steering wheel. His eyes remained focused on the road as his jaw clenched, alerting you to a larger problem. Without speaking, you placed his right hand on your thigh, holding it still with your hands resting on top.

“Relax, babe. We’ll get there.” You felt his hand grip and release your thigh a few times before his shoulders dropped. The apples of his cheeks rose with his closed mouth smile before he refocused his attention to follow the traffic officer’s directions.

He remained relaxed until the bright lights and noise of All Star Saturday Night overloaded his senses. You could feel the way his body tensed as he looked over the small crowd of arena personnel at the special entrance for high profile guests. He watched intently during your security check, making sure that every stranger you encountered was careful of you and his child.

“Stay close.” He instructed, intertwining his fingers with yours and gently tugging you to walk in front of him. His hand protectively rested on the small of your back while he guided you to your seat, waving and shaking hands with a few people in passing.

Once you were safely in your seat, you were able to lean over and check on him.

“You okay?” His smile and kiss to your cheek silently asked you to drop the line of questioning. “Chadwick don’t ignore me.”

“I’m fine. Enjoy yourself.”

Before you could protest, you were interrupted by Cassie, Diddy’s girlfriend, stopping to talk to you. You never had time to check on him from that point forward. If he wasn’t engrossed in a conversation about what was happening on the court with Michael and Steelo, you were being pulled in for pictures and talk of the weekend’s outfits.

Occasionally, he would turn to you and smile, happy to know that you were safe and nearby. When appropriate, he pulled you into his photos, grateful for the brief moment of physical contact that slowed his racing heart.

“Baby, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Just stay close. I may need you in a moment.” His lips found their way to your knuckles before he allowed you to speak with another acquaintance.

In a transitional period between on-court activities, you totally turned your body to discuss collaborative opportunities with Savannah James.

“That t-shirt line is amazing, girl! What I gotta do to get in a campaign? I’ll watch Zhuri, pick your clothes out, whatever!” You laughed.

“Now, Tasha, you know you don’t need to do all of that. I got your shirt ready for as soon as you pop that diva out. Hell, I’ll get you one right now if you’re ready!”

“Is it normal to be tired of being pregnant at four months in? Because, I’m over it.”

“Don’t get tired now! Nobody told you to be grown and get pregnant 7 months after getting married.”

While you talked about motherhood with your friend, Chadwick was quietly suffering through another round of conversation.

The constant questioning and repetitive topics made him anxious. He wanted nothing more than to pull you to your feet so that he could usher you out of the arena and back into the car to go home. He hated the attention and the inability to simply enjoy one of his favorite pastimes.

The added apprehension caused by no longer being able to see you in his peripheral manifested itself in his actions.

He nervously fiddled with his wedding band, twirling it around his finger while he tried to engage with the people around him. When that didn’t work, he bounced his leg once, twice and then non-stop.

From the corner of your eye, you could see his inner battle. The reluctance to be in public was something that he briefly explained to you early in the relationship before assuring you that he would be okay.

You knew better. When he began repeatedly shifting his position in his seat and darting his eyes around the venue for any available relief, you took action.

“So, Mrs. Boseman, how’s marriage?” Gabriele Union gushed with a cheeky smile. “I can see at least one thing is going well.”

“We’re one hundred percent gonna leave my sex life out of this.”

Subtly, you uncrossed your legs and turned your body towards him. When your hand extended to loop your index and ring finger around his pinky and ring finger, you squeezed gently to let him know that you were close.

“Give me just one second, Gabby.”

Without missing a beat, he caught your signal and allowed you to lead his hand to your thigh. When he’d found the midway point between the bend of your knee and top of your leg, he moved his hand toward the inner portion to grip and release the section until he felt calm enough to stop.

“Better?” You asked, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

“Better. Thank you. ” He lightly gripped your thigh again, giving you a reassuring smile.

Almost instantly, his movements became loose. Feeling more comfortable with the contact, he turned his body to rest against yours while he joined the conversation.

“We’ve all been put on notice not to touch the Princess and the Queen, Chadwick. You don’t have to worry.”

“I’ll make a special exception for you, Gabriele.” He laughed, watching as she quickly rubbed over your stomach with a smile.

“You guys are really royalty. Are y’all looking to adopt? I cook, I clean, I love wine. I’m the perfect candidate!”

Chadwick’s boisterous laughter lit up the area, bringing you relief that he finally felt relaxed enough to joke around. The new attitude carried him through the night, the ride back to the hotel and to the bedroom.

Your swollen ankles rested in his lap while he gingerly rolled the flesh under his calloused hands.

“At this point, people are asking me to do that salute just to fuck with me.”

“Baby, you are a whole movie star. People are excited to share the fictional culture with you!” The cold plastic of the spoon filled with non-dairy strawberry ice cream met your awaiting mouth. Chadwick mirrored your actions, opening his mouth for you to feed him some of the treat that he swore up and down he didn’t want. “Aaron.”

“Hmm?” He kept his attention focused on rolling your ankles around until the audible popping ending.

“You wanna talk to me about what happened back there?” Your question was met with silence, prompting you to pull your foot from his grasp. His chest rose and fell with a deep breath while his hands ran down his face.

“Sometimes, I get anxious. It’s hard to handle all of these people coming at me  and not know who is genuine and who’s just trying to get close for the optics. Before you, I would skip public appearances because it was too hard to deal with.”

You placed the ice cream carton on the bedside table before scooting closer to Chadwick. As much as your stomach would allow, you wrapped your arms around his waist and placed your head on his chest.

“I need you to keep me sane. This shit can get hectic sometimes but, if I can reach out and touch, I know I’ll be okay.”

A small smile ghosted at the corner of his lips as he gazed down at you, looking for a reaction to his admission. You placed small kisses against his shoulder before tightening your hold on his waist.

“I’ll always be there for you to grab. Okay? You don’t have to ask for permission or warn me. Grab me if you need me.”

“Thank you.” Chadwick captured your cheeks in his hand to force your lips into a pucker. “Gimme kisses.”

His wet kisses on your mouth and forehead acted as a diversion while his long arms stretched across your body to grab the second object of his affection: your ice cream.

Once the carton was secured and safely on his side of the bed, his loving pecks stopped abruptly.

“Hey! I wasn’t done with you!” You exclaimed, chasing his lips. “Baby, c-nigga, no you did not.”

“What?” His mouth was full of ice cream, muffling his response. “I thought I could reach out and grab you without permission.”

“I said me, not my ice cream. Give me my shit!”

His grip loosened on the carton so that you could pull it from his grasp. His fit of laughter ended with a sweet kiss to your forehead while he watched you finish the last portion of the creamy treat.

“I love you, sweetheart. Thank you for lending me these thighs when I need you.” His hands and mouth moved simultaneously, kissing your temple and softly gripping your thigh.

“No problem, handsome. I love you.”

His once innocent touching turned into sexual fondling until he was sliding his fingers into the bottom of your pajama shorts.

“Mhmm.” His index finger lightly rubbed your lower lips, sending a shudder ripping through your body. “Now put that shit down so I can grip them back the way I like.”

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