Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

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Ayeee. Third one in a row! Whoop, Whoop!

(Y/N)'s POV:

I hum a melodic tune to myself as I continue to chop up some green peppers for tonight's dinner. It's my turn to make dinner, and so far it's a normal quiet night. My husband, Grayson, is in his room editing while our five-year-old girl is playing with her Legos in the drawing room.

Everything seems peaceful, when out of the blue, I hear a small voice shriek, "C'mon, you piece of sh*t!"

And immediately, my eyes widen, recognizing the voice to belong to my little girl, Lexi. Putting down the knife and pepper, I quickly clean my hands before heading towards the drawing room. I see Lexi on the ground, struggling to pull apart some Lego bricks.

"Lexi, sweetie," I say, standing in front of her. She looks up at me, smiling innocently. "Hi, momma. This thing won't unstuck," she says. "Stupid piece of sh*t."

"Uhh, baby. W-Where did you hear that word from?"

"Daddy uses it all the time when he's making stuff in the backyard," she states.

I sigh. "Right." I should've guessed it. Grayson often does his building work in front of Lexi. She absolutely loves watching him build, and it's definitely something she takes interest in. But this. This is a problem.

"Grayson Bailey Dolan!" I yell out for my husband, who is no doubt oblivious to the impact he's had on our daughter.

I hear him reply from our room, "Yeah?" In a few seconds, he graces us with his presence. "What's up, baby?"

"Don't 'baby' me. Have you been cursing in front of our daughter again?" I demand.

He looks slightly taken aback. "Uhm...Where is this coming from?"

"Answer me, Grayson. Have you or have you not?"

He looks seemingly nervous, and tries to dodge my question by diverting his attention to Lexi. "Hey, Princess. Whatcha up to?"

"I'm trying to make a castle, daddy," she replies. "But this piece of sh*t won't break."

I see Grayson's eyes widen in realization. He looks at me glaring at him, then back at his little girl. "U-Uh...Lexi, y-you shouldn't use that word. OK, sweetheart?"

"But-But you use it when your making stuff and the stuff doesn't work," she argues with her father, who now looks visibly flustered, his face reddening and turning shiny with sweat.

He very well knows if he doesn't set this right, he'll be sleeping on the couch for a week. "Y-Yes. And daddy shouldn't either," he says, trying his best to make her understand. "Look, I won't use it if you won't. 'Cause if we do, momma is gonna get very upset."

I roll my eyes, watching silently. Thankfully, Lexi nods, agreeing. "OK, daddy!" And with that, goes back to fixing her Lego castle.

Grayson stands up straight, ruffling up his fluffy brown hair, his face flaming red in low-key embarassment. "(Y/N), baby. I—"

"Bedroom, Dolan. Now," I demand, gliding past him to the room we share. I hear his footsteps following behind me as we enter the room together.

"What the f*ck were you thinking!?" I snap at him, catching him off guard.

"Look, I'm sorry, OK? I didn't know she would remember it, let alone actually use it."

I sigh, putting a palm to my face. "You know what?" I say, now looking at him with darkened eyes. "I think you need to be disciplined, Gray." I edge closer to him, making him gulp.

Once his back is pressed up against the door, I lean in next to his ear, kissing his ear lobe.

"Friday. Lexi can stay over at E's for a bit," I say in a sensual tone. "So I can properly teach you a lesson."

I see him nod, not saying a word. Giving his ear lobe a teasing little nibble, I move away, heading back outside to finish preparing dinner, and leaving a flustered, turned on Grayson behind.