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drunk & disorderly (alternate ending) (Kelly Severide x Reader)

Synopsis: Your alcoholic father shows up at the firehouse, persistent on making amends.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol abuse, violence, swearing, Kelly being protective AF <3.

Word Count: 2.7k

*This is an alternate ending for one of my imagines: drunk & disorderly. They can be read separately and in interchangeable order. Link to my master list."

“Shay, we are never drinking that much the night before a shift again. I’m so hungover” you groaned, throwing your head back in exasperation in the passenger seat of the ambulance. You were returning to the station after the first call of the day, and the pounding of your temples was exacerbated with every bump in the road.

“Oh c’mon, Y/N, we can handle a lil hangover” she said jokingly. “Besides, wasn’t that drinking game fun?” She asked in a suggestive tone while wiggling her eyebrows.

“I’m not sure, I can’t exactly remember last night’s events” you giggled, trying to rack your brain for a hint as to how the evening played out.

“Well, what I remember extremely vividly is you and Severide not being able to stop flirting with each other,” Shay said this without taking her eyes off of the road, but you knew she wasn’t as annoyed as she was making herself out to be. She loved the idea of the 2 people she loved the most being together.

“I can’t confirm or deny my actions or the events that occurred last night” you led in a serious note, trying to cover up your schoolgirl crush on Severide in a playful manner.

“Oh, just fuck him already! Blame it on the alcohol!” Shay encouraged, using her hands to help communicate the message. “I know you like him, and who’s to say he doesn’t want you?” she questioned.

“I’m not sure Shay, you would know the most given the fact that you live with him, wouldn’t you? Has he said anything to you??” Turning your entire torso towards her, you suddenly become very invested in the conversation. You had made comments to Shay about how hot Severide is, but you’ve never fully expressed your interest in him.

“My lawyer says no further comment” Shay responds, zipping the imaginary zipper on her lips and throwing away the key.

“Oh come on, Shay!! Help a girl out” you moaned in defeat, crossing your arms in front of your chest despite knowing that what the 2 roommates were discussing was private.

Shay was the person who got you and Kelly close to begin with. Being that you and she were ambulance partners, you went over to their place often, seeing him just as much as you see her.

“He may or may not have said some things about you, but that’s all I can say!” Shay spat out the sentence, picking up the speed as it went on as if the faster she said it, the less of a chance Kelly was to somehow find out.

“Oh, this conversation is NOT over" you responded. You weren’t ready to drop the topic anytime soon, but you had arrived back at the firehouse.

Before you could pester her with further interrogations, you saw a figure as she was pulling into the ambulance bay.

“Who is that?” Shay exclaimed, confused that someone was blocking her.

You squinted your eyes, confident that they were playing tricks on you based on who you were perceiving to be there. Once Shay had driven as close as she could without running them over, you knew your eyes were not deceiving you.

“My dad” you spat angrily, upset that this was your current reality; that a member of your toxic family had followed you to the one good thing in your life.

You were both frozen in the ambulance; you, unsure how to avoid this interaction, and Shay, confused as to how she could help you.

You got out of the ambulance and began making your way inside, pretending that your dad was an invisible man and that his presence had no effect on you. Shay followed suit.

When you walked past him you heard him scoff, and he threw his hands up in the air, resembling confusion.

“You’re just gonna walk past me. No ‘Hi dad, how are you? Long time no see.’” You couldn’t believe what you just heard, but once you partially processed it, you decided that this was indeed your battle to pick today.

You had moved to Chicago from Toronto after applying to the academy, deciding that between your narcissistic and emotionally abusive mother, and your alcoholic dad, it was time to leave; not to run away, but to survive.

Your older brother is a firefighter in Toronto, and you easily could’ve gotten a job at his firehouse, but you had always loved Chicago and decided to bite the bullet.

“You have some nerve.” Slowly turning around to face him, you tried to keep yourself from seeing red. He didn’t deserve to know he got a reaction from you. “Showing up at my place of work unexpectedly and expecting me to give you the time of day.”

“I just want to talk, Y/N.” You started hysterically laughing once you heard what he had said, the anger presenting itself through laughter. Your father was confused as to why you were reacting this way, and quite frankly, so was Shay. She had never seen you so upset.

“Get out of my firehouse. You don’t deserve to be here.”You pointed towards the street, urging him to get out of your sight.

“Y/N just hear me out. I know I don’t deserve it but it’s been so long and I just want to be a part of your life again. Things are different now.” The pounding in your head was starting to become excruciatingly unbearable the further this conversation continued.

You could hear the sounds of squad and truck rumbling down the street and you knew that you needed him to leave before the entire house got back.

“Yeah, things sure as hell are different, I left before I suffocated and you couldn’t give a rat’s ass where I ended up. Until today, a random Saturday morning 2 YEARS after I spoke to you last. I want you to leave, NOW. Don’t make me escalate this situation.” You were sick of people walking all over you- blood-related or not, and you weren’t going to have any of this. Especially not in front of your 51 family.

By the time you finished your spiel, truck and squad were both parked and beginning to filter out, undressing from their turnover gear.

Severide hopped out, pulling his turnover gear down to his waist. He was wearing his lieutenant shirt with suspenders, and his squad 3 baseball cap. He would make subtle glances over, not wanting to make the fact that he was eavesdropping obvious.

“I’m not going anywhere until you decide to give me another chance. Until you let me make things up to you” he pleaded, reeking of desperation.

At this point, heads were turning to observe the interaction.

“I gave you one too many chances, and I’m done. I’m not sure how you didn’t get the hint that I wanted nothing to do with you when I moved countries, but I’m now verbally letting you know that this relationship is over.” You had thought about simply walking into the firehouse but you didn’t want to risk finding out whether he had the gall to follow you.

At this point, a few members of 51 had filtered into the lounge, knowing that they probably weren’t meant to be listening to the conversation. Others took their sweet time getting undressed to keep an eye on the situation.

Severide was especially lingering, always having an urge to protect you against harm’s way. He didn’t know much about the situation given that you kept your past secretive, but knowing how abusive fathers can be, he stood near.

“C’mon, Y/N, you’ve always been so damn stubborn. Do you need to act like this when I’m trying to prove to you that I can be better?” Your dad was genuinely curious as to how you could be so cutthroat towards him as if his drinking didn’t ruin the first 2 decades of your life.

“I don’t think you need to prove anything to her. It’s pretty clear you’re not a part of her life and that she wants it to stay that way.” You didn’t expect to hear Kelly’s voice from behind you all of a sudden.

“Kel, it’s okay. I got this.” You felt torn between wanting him to stand up for you and telling him you can fight your own battles. He stepped closer toward you, and Shay took a couple of steps back, knowing you now had extra protection.

“And who are you?” your father asked, not breaking eye contact with you. His hands were placed on his hips, and by his body language, it was evident that he was not leaving without a fight.

“Lieutenant Severide of 51, and respectfully, I’m asking you to leave my firehouse” Severide stated in a calm but straightforward manner. He crossed his arms and waited intently.

Your dad chuckled in what seemed to be astonishment while shifting his eye contact repeatedly from you to Severide. “Sleeping your way to the top; very typical of you Y/N. I thought you would’ve changed your ways by now” your dad scoffed.

You were beyond pissed off that he was even here right now, but that comment officially made your blood boil. Thinking about what you could say in response, your dad decided to speak up once again.

“Let me ask you, how long have you been fucking my daughter, lieutenant?” He said the last word as if it was dirty.

Kelly stepped right up to him as if he had no fears, something you wish you could’ve warned him about before doing. You were grateful your dad appeared to be sober because if he hadn’t, a brawl would’ve already broken out between them.

“Y/N has been nothing but a talented and competent paramedic with a great amount of expertise in her field. She‘s proven time and time again that she’s a necessary addition to this team, and deserves to be a part of this family- she did that all by herself, no thanks to you. Now get out of my firehouse before the chief gets back and escalates this even further.”

You were blown away by Severide’s words, unaware of his thoughts regarding your presence at 51. He managed to respond in a professional yet serious manner, and he did it with ease, seeming completely unbothered by confrontation. The two men were still face to face, and Kelly was not ready to back down for nothing and no one.

“Whatever.” Your dad hadn’t let Kelly escape his gaze for even a millisecond. “You know, maybe I’d have a bone to pick if I came here out of my own free will. This was just part of my 12 steps. Step 9: Make amends” your dad said with a smirk.

Despite not wanting to hear your father out for anything he had to say, the fact that he was here for his benefit and not out of sincerity was your final straw.

It took you a second to even fathom the possibility that he came here for selfish reasons, but once you did, you couldn’t stop yourself.

You lunged at him and began unleashing. “FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Now you solely saw red. While you were attempting to physically release all of your pain onto him, you felt Severide grab onto your waist and rip you off.

Your arms and legs were still thrashing about, despite him being far from your grasp. “Come here, get off of him. It’s okay.” Severide attempted to console you, but you were furious.

“Y/N! Enough, he’s not worth it!!!” You heard Shay shouting from behind you.

Once Severide planted you back on the floor, and you adjusted the stray hairs that had fallen all over your face, you began to catch your breath.

“What the hell’s going on?” Casey shouted from across the apparatus, walking over with his arms out in question. “Is everything okay?” He glanced between Severide - who looked like he was about to punch a wall, his jaw clenched - and you.

“Nothing, he’s just leaving,” you said while trying to slow your breathing and resist the urge to fight once again.

Your father must’ve thought Casey was the chief because he put his arms up in surrender and turned on his heels.

You abruptly turned around and raced your way into quarters as fast as you could, not comprehending what just happened.

Kelly put his hands on his hips, hanging his head low and then glanced back up toward Shay and Casey while squinting. He knew what it was like when family troubles came into the firehouse, so he felt for you. He didn’t like to see you upset, even though his feelings for you hadn’t been confessed.

“Who was that?” Casey asked, looking between Shay and Severide as if the answer lay between them.

Meanwhile, you rushed through the doors between the apparatus bay and the inside of the firehouse heading straight for the bathroom.

Everyone sitting in the lounge immediately shot a glance toward you but didn’t interrupt- you were evidently on a mission, the anger you felt putting a fire under your ass.

You entered the closest stall and closed the lid, taking a seat. The second you did so, the tears automatically began to flow, anger quickly evolving into sadness.

You heard light taps on the stall, not even realizing someone had walked in. “Y/N?” None other than Severide.

“I’m good Kel, I promise. I’ll be out soon” you said, trying to keep your voice from quivering. You didn’t want the man you had a crush on to think you’re a damsel in distress who needs saving.

“Let me in, Y/N. Please.” You think he meant this literally and figuratively. He knew you were lying through your teeth when you said you were okay. “If you don’t want me to come in that’s fine, I’ll stand outside the door, but I’m not leaving you by yourself.” The door jolted and you could tell he was leaning against it, making himself comfortable.

You knew he wasn’t going to leave, given his stubborn character, so you dried up your tears as best as you could with 1-ply toilet paper and unlocked the door.

He stood up and turned around to face you noticing that your eyes were puffy and your face was red.

Kneeling between your legs, he looked up at you grabbing a hold of your chin.

“Are you okay?” He asked intently, scanning your face for any hints of distress.

“I just wasn’t expecting it, Kel. 51 is my only family and I don’t want him to jeopardize that…” Severide urgently nodded in agreement, a sympathetic look on his face. “He won’t” he stated matter o’factly. “I’ll make sure of it.” He was determined to keep you away from your father.

“I’m worried he’s gonna turn back up here, or worse, get you in trouble. It’s not worth you going to the review board because my idiot father reported what happened.” You looked down at him through wet eyelashes, upset that you indirectly put him in this situation.

“He was the unwanted visitor at the firehouse, and everyone can vouch for that. It’s his word against multiple others.” You nodded in hesitant agreement, not fully convinced by his statement.

“Stay at Shay and I’s for a couple of days, maybe reach out to your brother and see if he knew about him coming here. Or if you wanna stay home, I could get Jay to assign a covert car to your street.” Severide offering you options and comforting you is what you didn’t know you needed.

He looked up at you, glancing between each of your eyes while you attempted to make a decision.

“Yeah, I’ll stay with you both. If that’s okay” you responded, sniffling the leftover snot in your nose after finally calming down. Just being in his presence lowered your blood pressure.

He nodded his head. “You good to go back out?” He slowly got up and held out his hand for you to take.

“Thank you, Kel, seriously.” As soon as you stood up, you engulfed him in a hug, the combination of his natural scent and cologne flooding your nostrils.

He rubbed your back up and down, his chin resting on the top of your head. He kissed your head then said, “Don’t sweat it, sweetheart.”

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Hey everyone! I no... long time no chat :( I've had this in my notes for a while and thought I'd post it while I write up some other stuff. I haven't watched the new season's episodes yet, so maybe that'll help the creative flow! I hope everyone has had a wonderful start to the new year :) Again, here is a link to my master list!

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southsideserendipity · 3 months

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Teach Me Tonight - Part 6

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] Part 6:

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (5k)

Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy, Jealous!Carmy, SoftDom!Carmy, Fluff, Miscommunication, Make up Sex, Sex Toys, P in V sex, Oral (M and F receiving), Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary:

You were in over your head.

Some fashion vlogger had recorded a video in your store, giving it a glowing review and it had been good for business. Maybe too good. The store was now full of stylish teenagers with baggy jeans and designer bags, you had a new hire to train, and a local journalist had emailed you to ask for an interview.

He showed up a couple of days later, tall with dark hair, and every bit as stylish as you would expect a reporter from a fashion magazine to be. You had shown him around, let him take photos, talked about your favorite brands and decades of fashion, and complimented his printed shirt.

"It's from the seventies," he commented bashfully. "I'm a little obsessed."

And he talked about his ongoing quest for the perfect pair of bell bottoms. You showed him what you had in the store and promised to be on the lookout.

"You know, it's weird," he gestured to the side, where The Bear was. "I used to come here when they did sandwiches."

"They still do!" you beamed. "The fine dining is really good too. Well, I'm biased but-"

"Right! Being their neighbor and all," he concluded. You simply nodded along - no need to let him know the intricacies of your personal life.

"Let me buy you lunch," he offered. You were about to refuse when he added. "I'd love to try their food but I hate eating alone."

You accepted. It seemed harmless and it could be good for the restaurant too - maybe he knew a food critic and would recommend the place too.

Richie guided you both to a table with a smile, quickly catching up with your plan once you mentioned the interview, offering the journalist a sampler of the menu.

It was good - the food, the conversation. It caught you by surprise when Carmy stormed out of the kitchen, something angry in his stride.

"Are you enjoying the food?"

It was a simple enough question, it was the way he said it-

"It's excellent, thank you!" the journalist said earnestly, which only seemed to wind up Carmy even more.

"Good, great," he rasped, then turned towards you. "Can I talk to you?" it was said in that clipped tone that meant he was stressed and he didn't have good news.

You followed him to the back and touched his wrist briefly, trying to convey how important this was.

"Carm?" you asked, your face wrinkling in worry and confusion.

"You mad at me or something?" he asked.

"No! Just nervous, stressed... I don't even know - it's just the interview," you tried to reassure him. "Can we talk later, baby?"

"Sorry to interrupt," the journalist had walked up to you without either of you noticing. "I just wanted to know - are you the chef here?"

"He is, yes!" you smiled, thinking everything was going according to plan.

“Carmen Berzatto,” he said without offering his hand, his frown furrowed and something deadly in his stare.

The journalist gave one look at Carmy and his face shifted from friendly to scared. "I'll give you guys a minute."

Carmy was burning holes on the back of the guy's skull and you couldn't be more embarrassed.

"What's wrong with you?" you whispered.

"That fucking guy."

"He's the fucking journalist! Are you out of your mind, Carmen?" you were losing the last shred of patience you had left. "I was trying to do a nice thing and you- We can talk about this later at home, okay? Now leave, please."

You turned away from him and didn't look back until you had paid for lunch and walked the journalist out the door.

"I'm so sorry about him," you explained. "It wasn't personal."

"Don't worry about it. I worked as a server once. I swear working in a kitchen does things to your brain..." he mimicked a spiral by his temple. You winced.

"Yeah."

"Hope he doesn't bother you again," he said, which made your stomach drop. "I'll send you the article when it's done. And you have my number if you ever find those bell bottoms."

He waved goodbye and you huffed in defeat.

Suddenly, you were being hugged by Nat, her arms around your shoulders.

"Did Carmy send you?" you asked, patting her forearm.

"Kind of," she let go of you with a sigh. "He walked in the kitchen and kind of lost it? I had to get it out of him. And when he explained, I came over."

"Thank you," you said softly.

"He can be an idiot," she said.

"Yeah," you nodded.

"He loves you, though."

You were pacing the carpet, waiting for Carmy to get back from work. You had a list of things you wanted to tell him ready to go: that making a scene like that had been embarrassing and hurtful, that he had probably ruined the whole interview acting that way -

"I know," you said, rubbing your temples. It had been a long day. "I'll text him."

Your train of thought and frantic pacing was interrupted by the key in the door. Carmy walked inside, a defeated look on his face, and every cell in your body wanted to go and hold him but you stood still, arms crossed while he closed the door behind him.

"Hey," you said.

"Hey, I, uh," he stumbled. "What I said... What I did... I mean, even Richie thought that it was fucked up so..."

He let it hang there, in the air between you two, keeping his distance.

"Carm," you took a deep inhale. "I need you to understand the store is just as important to me as the restaurant is to you. It's finally going well. And maybe that means I have less time for you. I need to know that you'll be okay with it - with me being busy sometimes - that whatever that was won't happen again."

"I know, I know," he said looking at the ground. "I'm happy it's working out. I am."

You tilted your head. "Then what the hell happened?"

He rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand.

"It's so stupid," he mumbled, embarrassed. "I got jealous. So fucking jealous. I had never- I didn't know what to do with it."

You uncrossed your arms - you actually hadn’t thought of that.

"No need to be, Carm," you reassured him.

"I just-" he blinked hard like he sometimes did when he was stressed. "This tall as fuck guy, with the fancy fucking shirt, just being charming around you..."

"You think I care about that shit?"

"I don't know, maybe?" Carmy looked at you with wide eyes. "I'm an asshole sometimes, I cancel plans, my family is a fucking mess-"

"Hey, I like Nat!" you interrupted his spiral.

"And I think she likes you better than me."

You stood in silence for a while.

"I'm sorry. I am," he said in the end.

You moved one step closer and pressed your forehead to his. "It's okay if you're jealous, Carm. Just- keep your cool if it happens again. Please," you said softly. "I don't know if I can handle you acting like that again."

He nodded. "Promise."

"I'm coming home to you, baby. No one else," you emphasized, running your hands over his chest.

"Mhmm," he tilted his head, eyes closed, like he wanted to kiss you but needed your permission. You surged forward, trapping him in a tight embrace and a searing kiss.

It got heated quickly.

He cornered you towards the kitchen, grabbing and pressing, until you were sitting on the counter, legs bracketing his hips, hands in his hair.

"Carmy," you gasped, as he kissed your neck like only he knew how. His tongue traced the contour of your collarbone and you moaned.

He undid the first few buttons of your blouse, burying his face between your breasts, kissing and nipping. You carded your fingers through his hair, and crossed your legs behind him, keeping him close. The heat between your thighs was getting more unbearable as time went by. He started kissing down, like he would eat you out, atoning for what happened, but you didn't want that.

You pulled on his hair and made him look up. "I need you inside me," he exhaled shakily. "Now."

He took a condom out of his back pocket while you unbuttoned his slacks, undressing him just enough to free his cock. His hands went under your skirt, eager, and moved your underwear to the side. When Carmy leaned to start fingering you, you grabbed his wrist.

"I need your cock inside me," you clarified.

You didn't want the tenderness of foreplay. You moved to the edge of the counter, taking his cock in hand and putting the condom on yourself. You guided his head to your entrance and felt him fill you out. It hurt a little, your pussy tight and unprepped, and weirdly that was what you wanted now. You whined once he bottomed out and he groaned at the feeling, the sound making you roll your eyes.

"Fuck," you held him close, arms around his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life. Without knowing where it came from, you said to the side of his face: "Show me I'm yours."

He inhaled sharply, his hands shaking where they held your waist. Then his hips moved back and forth in one long, agonizing stroke. You moaned. Again. And you held him tighter, letting drowned out cries pour out from your lips. He kept going for a little while, the pace so slow that it made you wonder whether all his anger had fizzled out by now.

Except he started going hard, hitting that spot that made you dizzy. Your breasts and legs were shaking with every thrust. You covered your mouth to stop from screaming.

"Holy shit, Carmy" you mumbled.

His hands touched all over, scratching your thighs and up, squeezing your hips, tracing your sides, caressing your arms and holding your wrists. You shivered. His cock kept hitting just right, his mouth exhaling on the side of your face. His hand traveled south, finding your clit like it was second nature, thumbing at it in small circles, just the way you liked.

"No one can fuck me like this," you whined. "No one makes me feel this good."

His hips stuttered and he moved so that your foreheads were touching and his eyes were staring right into yours, you could feel the sweat on his brow.

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Yeah," you replied, your jaw slack as you kept panting and moaning. His pace was so steady that it felt like Carmy could go on forever. Then, impatient, you started thrusting your hips against his, making it go twice as fast, making him groan into your mouth and start losing control.

"Fuck," he cursed, grabbing your hips, steadying himself. "I'm so crazy about you."

"Carmy," you managed to say, desperate, your voice getting high, and your nails scratching at his scalp.

His free hand squeezed your breast over your bra and you slipped your hands under his shirt, caressing the hair on his navel, and up his chest, pinching one of his nipples hard.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned again.

You were so close you could almost taste it. Just then you grabbed his face with both hands.

"Tell me," you pleaded. "Tell me you'll never do that again. Tell me I'm yours."

"Never. Never, I promise," Carmy breathed into your mouth, little desperate sounds escaping his throat. "You're mine, you're mine, you're mine."

He came with a strong exhale, drowning every other sound into your neck. His thumb on your clit kept moving until you joined him, completely spent, bracing on the edge of the counter to stop yourself from falling back.

He placed gentle kisses on your throat while you both recovered your breath. You clenched your walls around his cock, drawing a satisfied moan out of him.

"Did you get the guy's contact?" he panted against your skin.

"Yeah, why?" you replied ruffling his hair with your exhale.

"Thought I'd send him a cannoli or something," Carmy looked up from his place on your chest. "Make sure what I did doesn't make you look bad."

You ran your fingers through his hair, soothing.

"I don't think that's necessary but I'm sure he'll appreciate it. He said something about wanting to marry whoever made the desserts," you teased.

"Don't think Marcus'll be interested," Carmy inhaled deeply, his nose on the exact place you sprayed perfume every morning, though by now it had probably faded into a saltier scent. "When's the article coming out?"

"Couple of weeks," you hummed, caressing his back under his shirt. "We have time, baby. So much time."

You were leaning on the kitchen door, watching as Carmy and Syd posed against the counter. A photographer was giving them vague instructions about where to stand and where to look. She was also complimenting Carmy and hitting on him like she was getting paid overtime for it.

"Sydney, lean forward, yes, nice! Carmen, hit me with those blue eyes! Gorgeous, what a handsome guy!" she said with a cat-like smile.

The restaurant was going to be featured in Food & Wine, which entailed a photoshoot.

They had both started wearing their chef's whites, going for a more professional approach. Then, to make them more comfortable, the photographer asked them to change into their street clothes. It had done wonders for Syd, who was now showing off one of her mother's beautiful shirts with a proud smile on her face. It hadn't been quite as successful with Carmy - he had a tortured look in his eyes. Now he was standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, even more withdrawn than when they had started, every wink and cheesy one-liner from the photographer making him wince.

"Okay, Sydney, a little to the side. Exactly, chin up, please! And Carmen - why don't you stand this way? Yeah, let's show off those arms."

You bit your bottom lip.

"Carm?" you called him - he turned with wide eyes. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

He nodded. "Sorry, excuse us," he mumbled, leaving the kitchen quickly, trailing behind you. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. "I'm sorry," he said, his blue eyes pleading.

"What for?"

"All the things she's saying..." he turned briefly, making sure the door was closed. "Fuck, I don't mean to-"

"You're not doing anything wrong, baby," you reassured him, cupping his face gently. "It looked like you needed a break, is all."

"Yeah," he exhaled heavily. "It's a lot."

You nodded. "The kitchen looks really nice," you commented to lighten the mood. They had done a deep clean the day before that had run into midnight.

"Thanks," he smiled. Then added: "This is a fucking nightmare."

You intertwined your fingers with his. "I think-" you paused, "that she wants you to look confident. That's why she keeps saying nice things."

"They don't feel nice," he bit his cheek.

You remembered how hard it had been for him to accept compliments for anything other than his cooking when you had first started dating. He would scoff and dismiss every word. Even now, sometimes it felt like he didn't quite believe them and maybe was just humoring you - which broke your heart. There wasn't enough time to unpack all that, so instead you leaned forward, placing one hand on his hip, whispering to his ear, flirtatious.

"Carm, I want you to go in there and eye fuck that camera like you would if it was me," he took a sharp inhale. "I will make it worth your while. Let you do anything you want to me," you promised.

He gulped. "Jesus," he mumbled, his pupils dilated.

You gave him a brief kiss on the cheek. "I'll tell them you'll be back in a few minutes," you said with a satisfied grin and went back to your place by the kitchen door.

"He went for a quick smoke," you lied to Syd.

When Carmy returned, he was in control, hands on his hips, like he had suddenly remembered he owned the place.

"Okay, guys, let's get this over with," he took his place next to Sydney, leaning on the counter and staring right into the lens, something defiant in his stance.

Your heart started racing. Even the photographer seemed affected by the shift.

"Uh, yes, good," after a few clicks she said: "I think we got it. Mmm, one more from this angle and we'll be good to go."

She led them to the main entrance to The Bear, Sydney crossing her arms and Carmy mirroring that same stance. They looked like they had stepped out of a magazine, modeling some understated and ridiculously expensive brand. Carmy looked in your direction for a second and licked his lips, before he turned back to the camera, unflinching and determined.

Another few clicks.

"Thank you guys, that would be all," the photographer went up to shake their hands and say her goodbyes. You were about to follow her out when Carmy took you by the wrist.

"When I said you could do anything you wanted to me, I wasn't expecting this," you panted, your hands buried in Carmy's curls, as he kept kissing and licking every inch of your pussy. He was taking his sweet time too, biting on your thighs and going up to give some attention to your breasts and neck whenever he felt you were getting too close to your release.

"See you tonight," he drawled and you felt yourself get wet.

"What were you expecting?" he asked, an amused glow to his face while he rested his chin on your hip, his mouth and nose shiny with your arousal.

"I don't know," you sighed, frustrated but so turned on. His hand caressed your pussy gently and you moaned. "Give you a blowjob, wear a silly costume, something like that."

"And are you into that?" he asked.

"I do like to suck your cock," you said honestly. Sometimes, with other guys, it had felt like a chore, not with Carmy, you loved to see him come undone, let go completely.

"See, the thing is," he kissed the curve of your hip, "if you gave me a blowjob it would be over so quickly," he exhaled right on your spread out clit which made you shudder. "And where's the fun in that?"

You giggled giddily when he squeezed your ass, manhandling you closer to his face, keeping his focus on your pussy.

"So you're just going to edge me until I beg?" you asked, half wanting for him to say yes.

"Don't worry," he gave a long lick, from the bottom of your lips to the top, making you arch your back and curse. "You will come," there was something dark in his eyes again, that same determination from the photoshoot back in his face - he was in charge. "When I want you to."

You shivered. "Fuck, Carm."

He started sucking on your clit, his tattooed fingers curling inside of you. You melted under his touch, feeling your pussy squeeze his fingers.

"Please, Carmy..."

He stopped sucking, messing with the rhythm, keeping you hanging by a thread.

"You will come," he repeated, "when I want you to," the speed of his fingers increased. "As many times as I want you to."

You moaned. His mouth latched onto your clit, licking until you were thrashing on the bedsheets, his forearm kept you in place on the mattress.

"Fuck, shit, baby," you mumbled. Your gazes met, his blue eyes fiery. He nodded and you came in a blur, desperately grabbing at anything - his hair, the bedsheets - the feeling all the more intense for the time he had spent working you up. He kept kissing and sucking until you stopped moaning and started chuckling breathily.

"Just like that," he praised, something playful in his voice and you would have teased back if you weren't so completely spent.

He kissed the outside of your folds, staying away from your clit and your entrance, just worshipping the skin around them and you caressed his hair lovingly.

"You make me feel so fucking good," you exhaled.

He climbed up your body and kissed you hard, mouth open, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His cock, hard inside his jeans, grazed the lower part of your belly, it made you tremble in anticipation. "You gonna fuck me?" you asked between one kiss and the next, your hips lifting up to ground on his.

He clicked his tongue. "Not yet," he got up and opened the drawer of your bedside table, taking out your rabbit vibrator. "This charged?"

You nodded, biting your lip.

"Good girl," he praised and your hand squeezed your breast almost unconsciously; something happened to you whenever he talked to you like that.

He lowered himself next to you, held up by one arm; his hand teased your pussy, his calloused fingers spreading wetness around.

"D'you need lube, baby?" he asked, more out of politeness than anything since he knew the answer very well.

"I think I'm okay, Carm," you laughed and he kissed the side of your face.

"Mhmm. So fucking hot," he whispered and you felt the dildo poking at your entrance.

You placed your hand on the side of Carmy's face, your thumb near the edge of his mouth. He sucked on it thoroughly, then let go with a pop. You whined needily.

"Please, please, please..." it poured out of you.

He bumped your forehead with his, his gaze was intense and hungry.

"Keep looking at me," he ordered, and you obeyed, keeping your eyes open even as the dildo went all the way inside you and filled you up deliciously. The coldness of the toy reminded you it wasn't Carmy's cock - but he was holding it, he was right there next to you. Your face contorted in pleasure.

"Yes, like that," he encouraged you, his words tickling inside your belly. He seemed to be overcome just looking at you - it made you feel wanted, adored, beautiful. You wanted to make him feel that way too.

"Carm," you gasped. "I need you to know- Oh, fuck," he pumped the toy inside you, slow, so slow. "I need you to know," you repeated through the fog of pleasure, "all those things the photographer said. They're true. Oh, my God, baby," his expression softened even as he buried the dildo deep inside you. "Your eyes are beautiful," another thrust, you caressed his face. "Your arms are so hot," you held onto the arm that was fucking you, squeezing the muscle there. "Shit. You're handsome, gorgeous, fucking- oh!" you blurted all at once, turning the compliments into moans. "I swear - fuck!" you held his gaze. "Can't believe you're mine."

He leaned forward, kissing you tenderly, swallowing your moans.

"I love you," he said softly.

"I love you," you replied, a choked out sound leaving your lips.

He turned on the vibration and watched you lose control, becoming desperate with lust, thrusting your hips wildly. He kept you there a bit longer than necessary, torturing you a little with how long he was drawing it out. It was so good, so fucking good.

"Carmy. Please," you begged.

"I know, I know," he soothed. "You're doing so good."

It sent a shiver down your spine and made the very last thread inside you snap.

"Oh," you exhaled, coming harder than you ever had, scratching at his forearm, screaming into the skin of his shoulder.

"Sound so nice," Carmy mumbled, looking as pussy drunk as a man could be without actually fucking one. "Baby, baby, baby."

You stayed there for a while, the dildo still inside you, and Carmy's hands touching your waist tenderly while you kissed.

After a long while of that, he got up from the bed, and started getting undressed while you watched. You bit your lip and put your head on your hand, enjoying the sight. He caught you staring.

"You really meant all those things you said," it began as a statement and ended as a question, Carmy's voice going up slightly.

"Every word," you said, taking out the dildo as Carmy showed you his cock. You licked your lips. "D'you mind? Me saying things like that?"

You wanted him to be confident but you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

He shook his head. "I liked it," he admitted. He stood right by you, beside the bed, fiddling with the condom he had retrieved from your drawer. "Made me feel good."

"I'm glad, Carm," you reached out to caress his leg, following the line of muscle there. Saying he was beautiful once while you fucked wasn't going to change his mind, but you were willing to keep trying.

In the meantime, you could show him. Even with the exhaustion of everything Carmy had done to you, you wanted him inside you, wanted to see him roll his eyes in ecstasy. You crawled to where he was, kneeling, near the edge of the mattress. His cock was hard, pulsing, and it made your mouth water. He stood still, dropped the condom on the mattress, probably guessing what you were about to do.

When you were an inch away from his cock, he pulled your hair and stopped you.

He gestured at the vibrator. "Put that back inside you," he said in that demanding voice and you rushed to do as he said, only uttering a small moan when you had it inside you. He leaned over, tracing a long line from your neck to your ass, reaching to turn it back on on the lowest setting. You writhed a little but after a moment of adjusting to the feeling you were able to stay still and look at Carmy.

"Good girl," he said again and you keened, leaning forward to suck his dick. The sound he made once your mouth was on him was heavenly. "Holy fuck."

His hands were tangled in your hair and you wished you could deep throat without choking, just to watch him lose his mind completely. You settled for going as far as you could, getting every inch of him slick with saliva, making him groan and sweat. You looked up, his eyes were white and his face was flushed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to breathe. You hummed with satisfaction and that woke up his competitive streak.

He pulled on your hair lightly. "Gimme a second," he panted. You thought he needed a breather, but he actually moved to turn the vibrator up a couple of notches. You trembled and reached for his ass, bracing, leaving red scratch marks on the tender skin.

"Fuck, baby," you said between moans. "Not fucking fair."

"Mhmm," he smirked, caressing your scalp. It took all your willpower and concentration but you moved forward and went back to sucking his cock, feeling a pang of pride as he threw his head back and uttered some curse you couldn't quite decipher.

The vibrator set a pace you could follow, rocking forward as it pulsed, letting you give Carmy pleasure while you were ridiculously close to losing your mind yourself.

"Shit, baby," he gasped, his knees buckling for a second. "Make me feel- Fuck, y're so good, so good," he mumbled.

The steady pace of the vibrator was building up a tense knot inside you - you were close, and so it became a race of making Carmy come before you did. You doubled your efforts, speeding up, hollowing your cheeks, moaning into his skin.

"You're fucking killing me," he growled, pulling on your hair just the way you liked it, making you roll your eyes as you sucked on his length. You were completely overwhelmed; you couldn't help but whine over and over. "Holy fuck."

He stared right onto your eyes as he came. He had told you he didn't mind if you spit his cum but sometimes you felt like drinking it all, consumed with lust - today was one of those times. You stayed there, licking his slit, caressing his balls until he pulled you away.

"Fuck, baby," he sighed, kneeling on the carpet to look at you.

He was completely wrecked: face red and sweaty, hair messier than you had ever seen it and a glazed look in his eyes. He tilted his head to kiss you thoroughly, tasting the cum leftover on your tongue. You could finally let go. You put your hand between your belly and the mattress, maneuvering the vibrator so it hit right where you needed it and you came immediately, kissing Carmy, biting on his lips, and humping on the bed. It was too much and just enough.

Carmy helped you take it out once you started whining from feeling sore. He moved your body to lie comfortably on the bed, your head on the pillow and him next to you.

"Fucking insane," he exhaled. You chuckled in agreement, fucked out senseless. "D'you need anything?" he asked gently after a moment.

You shook your head, raising a hand to caress his face.

"I feel perfect, Carm."

You moved your index finger, tracing the contour of his eyebrows, the line of his nose, and the curve of his cheekbone.

“Pretty,” you managed to say.

He smiled and brought you closer, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, his arms around making you feel safe.

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i just want richie to rail me h a r d in missionary whilst holding me hands is that too much for a girl to ask for :(

Not too much at all, nonny 🤭😍🥵

This derailed into a breeding/daddy kink…. Sorry 😳🥵

FILTHY SMUT BELOW THE CUT (minors DNI)

“Sh, sh, shh, baby girl, I know,” Richie rasps almost mockingly, “I know you can take it, baby.”

All you can muster is a whimper of a whiny “yes” nodding frantically as your eyes threaten to roll back into your head.

Richie has you pinned on your back, hands pressed up above your head with his own. The way his long, slender fingers intertwined with yours keeps you grounded as he pounds into you mercilessly.

“Good fucking girl takin’ my cock like that,” Richie growls above you, his rough pace making your drooling pussy ache, “Who makes you feel this good, baby, huh?”

You barely register the words coming out of his mouth as Richie drills his cock into you over and over again, filling your walls with the most delicious stretch.

“Richie,” You whine, your hips bucking up into his with every grinding thrust, “Please.”

The pressure builds in your core, threatening to implode and spill out all over Richie’s throbbing cock. He grinds into you impossibly deeper — His thick head reaching that spongey spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

Your veins run white hot as the blinding pleasure overtakes your senses, every nerve in your body suddenly on fire in the most mind-numbing way. A high pitched moan falls from your lips as your walls pulse erratically around Richie’s aching cock.

“Jesus, baby, fuck! Keep squeezin’ me like that baby girl, come on,” Richie growls as his punishing pace wavers for the first time. He tries desperately to keep his own orgasm at bay while he fucked you through yours and into oblivion.

As you slowly drift back to reality, you wrap your legs tightly around Richie’s hips to keep him deeply stuffed inside your drooling pussy. He groans as he realizes what you’re doing, knuckles turning white as he squeezes your hands.

“Cum in me, baby,” You whine, surprising yourself at your boldness, “Please, daddy, fill me up.”

Richie hisses something akin to “holy fuck” and explodes inside you, shooting rope after rope of his hot seed deep into your aching core.

Both of you are a sweaty, panting mess as Richie slowly pulls out of you and grants you another pleasant aftershock as his swollen tip brushes your clit.

Your sudden jump causes him to finally release your hands after what feels like forever and lean down to cradle your face. His lips can’t help but curl into a smile as he kisses you softly, pecking your lips a few times before drifting onto his side and pulling you along with him in a tight embrace.

You lay there tangled up in each other for a while, letting your heart rates slowly return to normal. Richie’s strong arms keep you snuggly pressed to his chest while he presses soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks, nose; anything he can reach.

After a few minutes, you squeeze him gently and try to sit up, but Richie pulls you back to him.

“Stay just a minute, baby, s’all,” He practically begs of you, “Stay right here mama.”

You let out a soft giggle as you realize what he really wants. Happy to oblige, you roll onto your back and guide one of his hands to your tired, drooling pussy. Both of you groan as he pushes some of his hot load back inside you with two fingers.

“Fuuuuck, sweetheart, you oughtta be more careful,” He props himself up on his elbow to meet your face with his, “One of these times I’m gonna put a baby in you.”

You smiled and shook your head at Richie’s silly act, knowing full well he wanted nothing more than you get you pregnant.

“Well,” You leaned up to kiss his lips sweetly, “I sure hope that’s a promise, Daddy.”

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If I could be anyone it would be Jon Bernthal's cigarette

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The Death of Mikey Berzatto = The Death of Stagnation/Repetition

It hurts so much to realize that Mikey's character represents a stall in any forward movement for all characters and the story in general. With him still living, no one moves. With him still living, Carmy never comes back home to run the family restaurant, Sydney Adamu never comes to work for The Beef, The Beef never becomes The Bear. There is a comfort to Mikey's character that is often spoken about when the characters who knew him the best talk about him after his death. They talk about him as something almost reliable, a being whose energy never changed. He'd always been loud. He'd always had this larger than life personality. They could rely on this person to be their source of comfort, and within that deceptive comfort, they were unconsciously never allowed to seek change.

Richie's conversation with Uncle Jimmy in Fishes is a prime example of Mikey's stagnant presence. Throughout the whole whispered conversation, we hear Mikey in the background retelling the Ceres story and Richie keeps checking over his shoulder to make sure he isn't overheard by anyone. He's begging Jimmy for a job because he knows sticking around The Beef, which means sticking around Mikey, won't allow him to grow. It's interesting to see that in the same episode, whenever Richie is around Mikey he acts just like him. But when he's alone with Tiffany and alone with Jimmy, he acts like a completely different, more mature person. Richie continuing to act the way he behaved with Mikey in season 1 came from a place of denial. He didn't want to fully accept that Mikey was really gone, so he continued to act as if he wasn't, which resulted in Richie rejecting any and all changes to The Beef, especially Sydney, whose character is the embodiment of change. It isn't until the end of the season, when Richie gives Carmy Mikey's letter, that Richie finally leaves the denial stage of grieving. He's finally able to grow and move on.

One of the major points of tension in Fishes is Mikey's fight with Lee. Lee voices his displeasure with Mikey telling the same story over and over again, and Mikey reacts aggressively to what he considers to be a massive insult. I believe Mikey lashes out so harshly because he already understands the truth of Lee's assertion. Mikey is stuck telling the same story over and over and over again, stuck with failed business venture after failed business venture, stuck living in his mother's house and running the family business and being Mikey Bear. He is Sisyphus, cursed to push the boulder up the hill for all eternity. I think the worst part of it all is the writers made him aware of his stagnation (I don't mean that in a negative way against the writers, it's gripping storytelling). We see him almost break down when Carmy gifts him the concept drawing of The Bear. He loves that his brother can see towards the future and has a vision, a plan to try to make it come to fruition, but he knows he can't be there with him.

Mikey's death is tragically inevitable in every way possible to this narrative. In a story formulated around growth, the one character who was written to be intrinsically inert could not move along with the rest of the story. What I appreciate the most about his character is the fact that, though he was unmoving, his death became the catalyst for movement. It's all so tragic and yet bittersweet.

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i could’ve fixed him

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southsideserendipity · 4 months

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I don't wanna be blood brothers. That stuff is for kids in tree houses.

THE PUNISHER (2017-2019) THE BEAR (2022-)

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Which one is your favourite? @thoughtstherapy

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southsideserendipity · 5 months

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imagine tonight?

as i'm finishing my final paper for school, i looked through my notes app and found an alternative ending to 'drunk & disorderly' that im thinking of posting... it's not up to my standards but it's better than nothing!

#kelly severide #kelly severide x reader #chicago fire #chicago fire kelly #kelly

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potential fanfic series- kelly severide

I came up with an idea for a Kelly Severide series... something along the lines of Kelly having a child, but the mother isn't in the picture for whatever reason (e.g., she gave birth to the child and then left, or she dies in an accident/ fire). Then, Kelly starts working with female protagonist who has lost a child (e.g., miscarriage or accident where the child's dad is to blame). Kelly's child offers a comfort to the female protagonist, and they start to grow a relationship, but drama from both of their past lives with their ex-partners starts to impact them... WHAT DO YALL THINK?

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Don’t Just Undress Me With Your Eyes

3 months. 12 weeks. 90 days. 2190 hours.

That’s how long my husband has been deployed. It’s also how many days it’s been since we had sex and I’ve been slowly dying.

As it turns out, pregnancy hormones are indeed a mother fucker. Which is, coincidentally, what I’m desperately hoping for one Jacob Seresin to be in the very near future. I have a handful of friends who have already had babies and they swore on their firstborns that pregnant sex is the best. I thought they had lost their marbles when they told me. I spent the few weeks between finding out I was pregnant and Jake shipping out vomiting and napping around the clock. And that’s when I wasn’t crying because the chains on my mood swing broke clean off. As of yesterday, I’m 19 weeks pregnant. I may have threatened Admiral Simpson with the insinuation that his balls would live in my purse for the rest of his neutered life if Jake wasn’t home for the anatomy scan at 20 weeks to find out the gender with me. Perks of being the aforementioned Admiral’s daughter: getting to threaten bodily harm against your husband’s CO and him not facing any repercussions.

The USS Gerald R. Ford carrying the love of my life is due to dock in about 2 hours and I’ve been squirming non stop. I’ve finally settled into the second trimester and the constant puking has settled and is well managed by medication when I have bad days. I’ve hit the sweet spot; my boobs are perky and amazing, my hair is full and shiny, my usually non existent hips have filled out a little, and my belly officially looks like a baby bump and not the burrito lunch special at the Mexican place down the road. I ordered the cutest little belly hugging dress off of Amazon a few weeks ago specifically for today, wanting to look as good as possible for the first time Jake lays eyes on me in person. I’ve taken the weekly bump pictures and shown him my belly during our weekly FaceTime opportunities, but he swears being able to finally lay his hands on it is gonna bring him to his knees. Ironically, a tight fitting dress and Jake on his knees is what found us here in the first place.

After I’ve rearranged the living room knick knacks for the 37th time today, I finally decide to give up the anxious pacing at home and head towards the dock. I know dad will be there early, making sure everything is ready for the crew to dock and welcome the fleet home. I hop into the driver’s seat of Jake’s truck, knowing he’ll want to drive the beast after being at someone else’s beck and call for the last few months. It also helps that his steering wheel sits higher and further away from my belly than the one in my car, which we’ve planned on upgrading once he gets home. I pull into the parking lot and steal dad’s reserved spot with zero remorse. It’s the prime location for a quick exit, and we will definitely be making a hasty escape. I drop the tailgate of the truck and sit, soaking up the early May sunshine. Eventually more cars start to fill the lot and my heart rate kicks up when I see the carrier on the horizon.

Dad finds me on the tailgate and shoots me a pointed look as he nods his head in the direction of the sign designating the parking spot as his. I send him the “get out of trouble” smile that has worked on him my entire life and he just shakes his head and reaches out to help me down. I slip my hand in his and hop off of the tailgate and wrap my arms around his waist in a hug as soon as my feet are on the ground.

“Thanks, Daddio. Not just for helping me down and letting me steal your spot, but for also making sure he was home for the appointment on Thursday.”

The usually stoic man lets a small grin cross his face as he gives my shoulders a quick squeeze. “Anything for you, kiddo. The little one too.”

We make our way through the crowd, the rest of the families parting like the Red Sea to let the large man that is my father through to the ship. Once the beltway is secured, he makes his way onboard to release the crew while I stay firmly planted on the dock. Anxious energy has me fidgeting where I stand as I watch the deck slowly fill with crewmembers. I can easily spot the small squadron of aviators, their olive green flight suits sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the flood of white uniforms. Dad goes through the routine and speech, triggering the crew to salute in a perfectly synchronized movement. The admiral returns the motion, officially relieving the sailors and aviators of duty and releasing them for shore leave. I look up at dad leaning over the railing as they all filter off the boat, our eyes lock and he sends me a wink before his eyes land on Jake. He knows the rest of the world will cease to exist once we’re reunited and it’s his way of saying goodbye. It’s a routine we’ve come to perfect throughout the multiple deployments Jake has gone on under his command. He’s admitted to not being particularly fond of how…passionate our reunions tend to be.

My gaze follows Jake’s path until his boots are landlocked and I take off in his direction at a speed I didn’t know I was capable of while pregnant. Within seconds, I’m wrapped in his arms and clinging to him like a koala, my face buried in his neck as I breathe in the combination of sweat, jet fuel, and Old Spice body wash that never seems to leave his skin. He smells like comfort, security, and home all wrapped into one and it makes every one of my senses launch into overdrive. One large and calloused hand is locked around my waist, holding me close to his body, and the other tangles itself in my hair and gently tugging until my head is tipped back and his fierce green eyes lock with mine.

“Hey, darlin’.”

His voice is pure sunshine and my body heats instantly with just two words.

“Hi, honey,” I manage to squeak out, my throat clogged with emotion as I speak.

Without breaking the intense eye contact, Jake gently bends down to place me on my feet. After I untangle my legs from his waist, the hand previously holding my torso to his joins the other in my hair and hauls me forward. His lips crash to mine with a ferocity that leaves me breathless before he dips me back in the picture perfect reunion kiss. Whoops and wolf whistles from the rest of Daggers fill the air and are quickly followed by laughter as soon I’m back upright and blushing furiously.

“Move, Bagman! I need to see my future god child!” Phoenix says as she playfully shoves at his shoulder and makes us all chuckle.

This prompts him to drop to his knees, plant a hand on each side of my belly, and lean in to leave a gentle kiss right above my belly button before mumbling to my belly. “Hey little nug, have you been nice to your mama?”

“I finally quit puking around the clock and have more energy, so I’ll take the win,” I shrug and cup his cheeks to encourage him to stand to his full height.

Don’t just undress me with your eyes, use your hands, let your mouth just glide.

He looks down at me with unfiltered lust evident in the thin ring of green surrounding his pupils. I grip the collar of his flight suit and tug until I can whisper in his ear. “If you eye fuck me any harder, you’re gonna catch a public indecency charge. Take me home and have your wicked way with me?”

He quickly straightens, clasps my hand in his, and turns to face the rest of his squadron. “Y’all have approximately 60 seconds to hug my wife before I drag her out of here, otherwise you’re getting a show nobody asked for.” His voice is gruff and it sends tingles through my entire body. I love it when he gets bossy.

The handful of aviators basically tackle me in a group hug and shove me back into Jake’s waiting arms in half the allotted time. Each of them has caught us in a compromising position of some sort at least once and not a single one of them wants a repeat. They’re quick to shove us away, scattering themselves, because they know without a doubt that Jake will make good on his promise.

“It’s been too long, sweet girl. I can’t wait to have you at my mercy,” he mumbles as I’m tugged along to the truck by our connected hands and I’m thoroughly impressed Jake didn’t start pushing small children out of the way in his haste.

A minimum of 12 traffic laws are broken in the span of the record breaking 9 minutes it takes us to get home. The truck screeches to a halt in the driveway, parked slightly crooked for the first time I can ever recall of my perfectionist husband, and I’m snatched out of the passenger seat before I can even reach the door handle.

Show me where you wanna take it. Grab the headboard, hold on tight, I think we ‘bout to break it

In a surprisingly tender fashion, I’m scooped up bridal style instead of the usual being thrown over his shoulder as he totes me inside the house. He’s admittedly less gentle as he tosses me on our bed, eyes locked on my extra perky tits as they bounce when I land. His warm hands find my ankles and tug me to the edge of the bed before my wedges are removed and disappear behind him, the telltale “thunk” of them hitting the wall assures me that he didn’t break any of the precious memories that are framed on the walls. Jake sits back on his heels as he pulls me to stand, quickly ridding me of my dress. The groan that escapes his mouth when he realizes I’m braless is nothing short of sinful, then his perfect lips are trailing kisses from my ankle to my thigh, making me squirm. He continues the teasing path up and down each leg twice before I whine, desperately needing that talented tongue elsewhere.

“What is it, pretty girl? Not where you need me, huh?” I can feel his smirk against my skin, but I need him too bad to call him on it.

“Jake, please,” leaves my mouth in a pathetic whimper.

“Scoot up, hands on the headboard,” he commands. I happily oblige and grip the tufted cushion attached to the wall. “They stay there or I stop. I don’t care if you break the damn thing off the wall, but if you don’t behave you’ll be punished. Understood?”

“Understood, Lieutenant.” I couldn’t not be at least a little bratty, intentionally using the term I know is capable of making his eyes cross.

I don’t have the time to be proud of my retort before one of his long, thick fingers slips under the elastic of my panties and traces through the wetness that’s been building since my eyes landed on his stupidly muscular frame at the port.

“I think my girl missed me. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. I didn’t think I’d ever find you sexier than you were in that tiny white number on our wedding night, but your perfect little belly round with my baby has me harder than I’ve ever been.” He shows his appreciation by running his free hand across my belly, the rough calluses on his palm send goosebumps across my skin and I don’t even realize my hands shoot down to tangle in his hair.

She said “spank me, that’s the only way I learn.” I said “ok, good girl good girl.”

I can’t control my yelp and following moan when his left hand lands a firm snack against the side of my ass, the cool metal of his wedding band adding an extra wave of pleasure as he delivers the blow.

“You just don’t listen, do you? Gotta make me punish you a little before you behave, huh? You’re lucky I’ve been dreaming of being buried inside you, otherwise you’d be learning one hell of a lesson.” His tone is one of warning as he crawls up the bed to hover over me.

His lips meet mine again, this time he grabs my hands and places them in his hair, clearly granting me permission to sink them into his scalp. My nails gently rake across his head and he pulls away from the kiss to moan into my neck. He quickly latches onto my collarbone, surely sucking deep red and purple marks on my skin. Jake’s hips roll into mine, hardness pressing into the soaking wet mess that used to be my panties. I slip my hand down in between us to tease him over the rough fabric over his flight suit.

If those pants are botherin’ you, take ‘em off then

He groans, pushing further into my hand as his tongue soothes one of the love bites he left behind.

“As damn good as you look in it, what do you say we get you a little more comfortable? It’s keeping your hot as fuck body hidden from me and it needs to go.” As I speak, my fingers land on the zipper and slowly tug it down, exposing the tight, black undershirt that clings to his pecs and abs.

The sudden loss of the warmth his body always provides makes me shiver as he shoots back to kick off his boots and strip down naked.

“You won’t be needing these!” He smirks as he quickly pulls my panties off and tosses them somewhere behind him.

He takes his time returning to his perch above me and pauses when our eyes are level. “I missed you so much.” The emotion is clear in his mossy green irises.

“I missed you too, honey. Now come kiss me before my brain short circuits,” I tease as I grip the back of his neck and pull his mouth to mine.

You look so good when you put me inside you. Listen, there ain’t nothin’ like that moan when the tip’s in

I take advantage of his distraction and reach down to grab his hardness, guiding him to where I need him the most. He finally catches on and pushes my thighs open further, eyes locked on the sight of his impressive size inching closer to where I’m dripping with need for him. Just as he’s about to finally push in, he rips my hand away from him. He grabs the other and pins both my wrists in one of his giant hands above my head. His free hand is planted in the mattress next to my head as he dips back to my neck.

“This is my favorite part, you really think I was gonna let you take that from me?” He hums as he nips at my ear, making me whine like a sad puppy.

I’m about to snark back, but it’s replaced by a porn worthy moan as the first inch of him easily slips into me.

“Look at that, darlin’. I barely even touched you and you’re so wet that I could slide right in like I’ve been eating your pussy for hours.” The pride in his voice is evident and he feels too good for me to even try to argue.

“Fuck, Jake!” I whimper as he gently rocks back and forth, giving me time to adjust as he pushes deeper with each roll of his hips.

The shallow thrusts get deeper and I flex my wrists in his palm, wordlessly asking for my hands to be freed. He lets them go and his hand moves to cup my face, thumb lovingly rubbing back and forth across my cheekbone.

Good God, look at you, you’re doin’ such a good job

My hands slip under his arms and reach around to his back, finding purchase just under his shoulder blades.

“That’s a good girl, look at how well you’re taking me, even after I’ve been gone for months.” His hips pick up speed and my nails dig into the skin on his back as I gasp.

Jake’s hips pause immediately. “Shit, sweet girl. Are you ok? I’m not hurting you am I?”

His sudden concern melts my heart, but it’s completely unnecessary.

“I’m fine, honey. I just need you,” I tell him as I pull his chest to mine.

“You’re sure? You’re not uncomfortable right? I don’t wanna hurt you or the baby.” Protective Jake has entered the chat and a whole new wave of arousal washes over me.

“The only thing that hurts is the fact that you’re not moving right now. I think I might cry if you don’t fuck me like I know you want to, get to work!”

Girl, you’re mine now, you were made for me. Cum for me baby

Jake leans down and nips at my bottom lip and pulls back with a smirk on his face. “Yes ma’am.”

He shifts his balance on the bed and loops an arm under my knee, pulling it up over his shoulder with a firm grasp holding my thigh to his chest as he starts thrusting just how I like it. Each roll of hips pushes him impossibly deeper in me, the tip of him nudging against my cervix in the way that always has me seeing stars. His left hand slides from my cheek to cup my jaw and the feel of his wedding band pressed under my ear makes my eyes roll back. The word “mine” leaves me in a gasp, the slightly possessive side of me slipping out. Jake flips us in a flash, his golden hair glowing against our sheets as he lays beneath me. He’s even deeper now and I’m teetering on the edge of the most intense orgasm of my life. It feels so good that I’m not ready to let go, I need to ride the high for as long as possible.

“That’s right, gorgeous. Yours. Only yours. Just like you’re only mine. Fuck, you were made just for me. A literal wet dream made real. Come on baby, I can feel you squeezing me. You’re soaking my lap, I know you’re close. Give it to me, sweet girl. Cum all over me.” His hands are on the move again, one firmly planted on my hip as he helps guide my movement against him and the other tangles in my hair. He gives it a swift tug while he leans in to bite my jaw and I’m shoved over the cliff without warning.

I cum with a scream of his name, white hot pleasure shooting through my veins. Jake works me through it, pausing just long enough to flip me on my back once again. He wraps my legs around his waist and I lock my feet behind his back on muscle memory alone.

“Fuck, baby! That was perfect, you did so good. Gonna have to fuckin’ change the bedding after that one. That’s my good girl.” Jake mutters the words through delicious groans and pants, the sounds combined with his filthy words has me ready to come again.

“Mmmm, my dirty little wife. You love when I talk to you, don’t you?” He licks the shell of my ear and leaves a bite on my earlobe. The man and his perfect teeth damn near do me in. “I need one more, sweetheart. I need you to cum with me. Can you do that for me?”

“Uh huh. Need it too, honey,” I stutter out as my hands land on his shoulders once again.

“Atta girl, I’m right there. Need you to cum baby. Do it. Now!” Jake growls and I feel him twitch inside me. He absolutely will not finish unless I do and it’s so sexy to me. That’s the tiny push I need to gush all over him and I feel his warmth fill me almost immediately after.

Jake rolls us onto our sides as we catch our breath, his fingers running through my hair as my soul finally finds its way back to my body. Eventually, my breathing slows and my eyes flutter open to find the heart stopping grin that belongs to the love of my life staring back at me.

“There’s my girl. You did so good for me, darlin’. I love you so much,” he whispers as he nuzzles his nose against mine.

I giggle as his sex mussed hair brushes against my cheek. “I love you too, honey. I missed you more than you know.”

I’m pulled tightly to his chest, not a millimeter between us, save for the gap my baby bump provides. My bump is pressed against his abs when the baby throws a knee or an elbow to my belly. Jake gasps and jerks back.

“Was that…?!” He stammers, a hand pressing against where I felt the movement.

“You felt that?? I’ve been feeling movement for a while, but nobody else has been able to feel it.” My eyes full with tears as I’m suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.

Jake sweeps his thumbs under my eyes, wiping away the few drops that managed to escape. “Already a daddy’s girl, huh? She just didn’t wanna kick hard enough until she knew it was me, knew it needed to be a special moment.” He beams down at me as his hands return to their previous spot.

“She?” I ask, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Oh yeah, I’ve known we were having a girl for a while. Her giving her daddy a fist bump for a job well done just solidifies that. If she were a boy, he’d be kicking the shit outta me to keep me away from his mama.” His wink is so cheeky and I hate to admit he has a point.

“Guess we’ll find out tomorrow, won’t we? Now help your baby mama up so I can pee and we can shower. I look like a turtle stuck on its back when I try to get up by myself.” I boop his nose to punctuate the sentence.

“Anything for you, gorgeous. Up we go!” Jake helps me stand and leaves a sweet kiss on my lips before heading to the bathroom to start the shower for me.

We spend the rest of the night cuddled together, talking about nursery themes and baby names until we eventually pass out within seconds of each other.

5 months later, Harlow Seresin makes her dad the luckiest man to exist, because he somehow has the two most beautiful girls under his roof.

Holy shit, it took me forever to get this idea out of my brain and into words! Thanks to all my squirrels for all the love and support you sent me while I wrote this bad boy, hope y’all love it 💕

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