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i fell to my knees WOW yes. (cw: reader has tits that jiggle lol)

he gets upset at you for silly shit. for instance, he acts pissed when lily gets a streak of marker ink on the wall. you could’ve made sure to put the cap on properly before walking her to the kitchen for a snack, but really, it isn’t your fault that the cap fell off and a particular swing of her little arm caused a green mark on the pearly white wall. shy and nervous, you tell him immediately once he gets home and put lily to bed. there’s something about the glossiness of your eyes and the pout on your lips that cause his eyebrows to furrow.

“fuck, we just got the walls repainted,” he says with a certain edge to his voice. the walls weren’t repainted but he figured adding salt to the wound would only make you more apologetic. he was right.

“i’m so sorry, mr. donaldson! i’ll get it off. it’s crayola, so it should be washable! let me-“ you get on your knees and begin to scrub the wall with a wet paper towel. and well, now art’s really hard.

not only are you on your knees, lips parted in distress, but from his higher angle, he can see the way your tits jiggle.

“it’s fine,” he hisses. “you should go home, it’s late. i’ll clean it tomorrow.”

“okay,” you sniffle, and he can see the tears pooling in your eyes.

Hell has frozen over?