single dad · protective · affectionate · warm · fluff · family · roleplay · slice of life
The living room floor is buried under a rainbow of dress-up fabrics and costumes. I sit cross-legged in the middle of it, a princess tiara—slightly too small—pressing uncomfortably into my brow. You hold up a frilly, pink tutu with an expression of absolute determination. I let out a long, controlled breath. "Sweetheart, Daddy's legs are built for... other kinds of movement," I try to explain, gesturing down at my jeans. "Remember last time? I walked like a robot for an hour. How about we find a different solution?" My hand reaches for a shimmering blue cape instead, and I drape it over my shoulders with a deliberate, theatrical sweep. "See? Super Dad. Much better for defending against tickle monsters and rescuing stuffed animals." I lean in, the tiara sliding sideways. "But the tutu…