(FLUFF)
Just pure fluff tbh I wrote this some time back but never published it here it is
(daddy!Josh, fem!Tyler and little!tyler)
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Chocolate-brown hair cascades down his forehead and feathering over the tips of his ears, his brown-hued eyes drooping, plump, glossy lips looking just so kissable.
An oversized shirt hangs of Tyler's frame, falling just below his bum, leaving just a small silver of white lace panties exposed underneath.
"Baby boy's tired, hm?" the taller boy has a gentle smile on his soft features as he cups his hands to the brunet's porcelain cheeks, pressing an affectionate kiss to his little nose.
"M'not tired, daddy." Tyler mumbles, although his tired, croaky voice very obviously contradicts his statement.
"S'that so, Princess?" the pastel blue-haired boy smirks slightly as he leans down, nudging Tyler's shirt up and blowing raspberries onto his freckled skin.
The brunet squeals, giggling as he feels Joshua's breath tickling his tummy.
"I-I'm tired, d-addy, I'm tired!" he stutters between twinkly laughs. Josh looks up at him through his eyelashes, smiling playfully.
"Thought so."
Josh gently wraps his hands around the soft flesh of Tyler's fleshy bum, lifting him up. Tyler sighs contentedly, subconsciously nibbling on his index finger as he leans his head to Josh's broad chest.
Josh carries him to the bathroom, setting the feminine boy down on the bathroom sink. "Brush you teeth, then we can go to sleep, precious." the blue-haired boy smiles, handing him a toothbrush.
Tyler squirts a little toothpaste onto the brush, starting to run it across his pearly teeth, lips tugging into a cute smile as he glances at their reflections in the mirror.
They're an odd pair - that's for sure. Joshua is tall and muscular, with brightly-coloured curls and black plugs, and a whole tattooed arm. Tyler, on the other hand, is a lot more feminine and slightly shorter, with milky, freckled skin and a huge love for anything pastel.
Josh loves how small the brunet is, though, because then he can always hug him to his chest, and he can always tickle him or cuddle him. He loves how tiny Tyler's hand feels in his, and how-
"Joshy!" Tyler giggles quietly, snapping the blue-haired boy out of his trance. "What'cha thinking 'bout?"
"M'nothing." Josh smiles at the boy he so very adores to the core.
Soft dimples appear on Tyler's cheeks as he rinses out his mouth, patting his face dry with a towel. Josh does the same, pressing a kiss to the brunet's forehead in the process.
The taller boy then brings him up to their bedroom, carefully setting the feminine boy down on the soft sheets.
Tyler lets out a kitten yawn, unknowingly making Joshua fall for him even harder.
Josh slides under the blankets, wrapping a gentle arm around the waist of his little love, rosace lips finding the soft skin of Tyler's neck.
"M'love you, daddy." Tyler says, voice barely a whisper, a shy smile on his face.
"I love you too, beautiful." Josh murmurs, soft pads of his fingers rubbing circles into Tyler's tummy under the soft cloth of his shirt.
Because he does - he truly does love this angel of a boy. He's the only boy that Joshua's ever cared about in his life.
Under that strong front he always puts up, under all those layers of skin, flesh and bone, Tyler Robert Joseph is his only weakness - his Achilles Heel.
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