#''are you close?'' is v wifely behavior

[daddy-dotcom]

Bet on Me

Spencer Reid x Sugarbaby Reader

Spencer Reid never loses, especially when the prize is you.

Summary: Reader is a sugar baby for Reid's opponent, and he bets a night with her if he loses to Reid.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v, bj, swearing ig?

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This wasn't the first time he'd done this. Granted, the Boss only did it when he was losing a lot of money and needed to sacrifice his "lucky charm." However, this was the first time he bet me and lost, to a man half his age nonetheless. I never liked being used as a gambling chip, but he lost so rarely that I didn't dwell on it too much. The man he was playing only gave us his first name, Spencer, and damn was he good. If I didn't know any better, I would say he was counting the cards. He was slightly cocky, but not in the way that the Boss's usual opponents were. He knew he was good, but he wasn't arrogant. There was an air of confidence to him, almost as if he was guaranteed to win, which was exactly what he did. I'd never seen the Boss this upset before, practically throwing a tantrum on the casino floor. But Spencer won fair and square, more specifically, he had won me. 

Under normal circumstances, he would have bet on me as a last resort against some other equally sleazy old man. He would have won and I wouldn't have to worry about the idea of sleeping with a man who I didn't know and who had zero respect for boundaries. While the Boss wasn't exactly in his prime anymore, at least he paid me well and we had strict boundaries in place. But whenever he bet on me, I had no idea what I would be getting into. Something about Spencer being young immediately eased my nerves, especially since he was so lanky and boyish. He was probably close to my age, but you would never be able to tell because he looked like he was barely old enough to be gambling. 

"Just go on and get it over with, doll, I'll pick you up in the morning," the Boss said irritably. 

I made my way over to Spencer, who was the only one left sitting at the poker table. He sat quite awkwardly for a man who had just swept the entire table. All of the confidence from before had completely melted away. 

"Well it looks like I'm yours for the night, Spencer. I'm (Y/N) by the way." 

I leaned against the poker table, making sure to show off my best assets. If I was going to have to spend the night with him, I at least wanted to have some fun. Between my day job and being a part-time sugar baby, I didn't have the time or energy to date much. So I planned on taking full advantage of the situation. Even if I didn't end up sleeping with Spencer, there was something about him that made me want to get to know him. 

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)" he said, and I could tell he was avoiding my gaze. This was most likely because from where he was sitting, his line of sight was directly at my boobs. 

"C'mon Spencer, let me buy you a drink."

"Shouldn't I be the one buying you a drink?" he asked, looking puzzled. 

"Looks like you need it more than I do, pretty boy." I said with a smile as I pulled him by the hand towards the bar. 

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"I'm not a hooker by the way. Just putting that out there . . ." I said, suddenly matching Spencer's awkwardness. 

"I figured as much," he replied before taking a sip of his drink. "You're very well dressed and your jewelry is definitely real. Which could mean you're a high-end prostitute, which isn't uncommon for Vegas, but your relationship is too close for him to just be a repeat customer. So I assumed you were either a sugar baby or a trophy wife." 

"Wow. You got all that just by watching us?"

"It's kind of my job." 

"You a PI or something? What kind of job allows you to pick up on all that Mr...?" 

"Reid. And it's Dr. Reid actually. I work in the behavioral analysis unit of the FBI."

"No kidding! You? The lanky yet mysterious card counter who hasn't looked me in the eye this entire conversation, works for the FBI?"

“Yes and for the record, I wasn’t counting the cards. . .at least not this time,” he said with the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips. 

Feeling a little tipsy, I replied by saying "you know, around here that acronym FBI usually stands for Female-"

"Body Inspector, yes I'm familiar with the joke. I grew up getting my head dunked in the toilet by bullies wearing those cheap souvenir shirts from Circus Circus" 

"Ah so you're a local too?"

“Yes ma’m, Las Vegas born and raised,” he said before taking another sip of his drink. I took the opportunity to ask him another question. 

“So do you have me figured out yet, pretty boy?” 

“Well I don’t see a ring on your finger,” he said while finally looking me right in the eyes, “so that leads me to the conclusion that you are a sugar baby.” 

I could tell the effects of the alcohol were starting to creep to the surface because he wouldn’t break eye contact with me and his body began leaning towards me when he spoke instead of away. He was less guarded and almost flirtatious, in his own adorable way. 

“Ding ding ding, you got me Dr. Reid. I, uh, work as a lab assistant during the day but being his sugar baby is helping with the crushing weight of my student debt.” 

“I’m sorry that you have to spend your evenings with that jerk, (Y/N). That was mostly my motivation for accepting his offer to bet on you. I hope you know I wasn’t planning on taking advantage of you or anything, I just wanted to give you a night off from your boss.” 

My gaze softened and I tried to push away the tears that threatened to spill from the corners of my eyes. 

“That was the sweetest thing anyone’s done for me in a long time, Spencer. Thank you,” I said, gently placing a hand on his thigh. 

I saw a wave of crimson begin to appear on his cheeks and he flashed me a smile before saying, “It was my pleasure. I don’t mean to brag but I have an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187, all of this to say I’m pretty good at cards.”

“Wow! Handsome and smart? Guess you’re not the only one who hit the jackpot tonight,” I said while raising my eyebrows, “but I don’t see a ring on your finger either, Dr. Reid. You’re alone at a bar in Vegas with a pretty girl, so I’m assuming you don’t have anyone waiting for you back home?” I asked, suddenly very interested to know if this smart and adorably sweet man was single.

“So you’ve been profiling me too,” he said with a chuckle, “to answer your question, no I don’t have a wife or a girlfriend or anything like that,” he said, almost enthusiastically. Taking that as a sign, I quickly asked, 

“Would you want to come upstairs with me? I just feel so comfortable talking to you and technically you still have the rest of the night with me,” I said with pleading eyes. 

“Um . . .sure!” he said with both hesitation and excitement, which I’m assuming is because his desire is going against his better judgment as an FBI agent. 

“You agreed to that awfully fast for someone who works for the FBI.” 

“I’m not worried. I’ve been watching my drink the entire night, and I’ve been profiling you, remember?” 

At this point, we were both beaming at each other like a couple of idiots; I had to stop myself from yanking this man’s arm making a run for the elevator. 

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"It's nice to be with a guy who doesn't have an AARP card for once." 

"Actually, it’s a common misconception that the service is limited to people 50 and over. You can apply for a membership once you turn 18," he rambled, causing me to giggle. 

"You're cute," I replied, placing a hand on the inner part of his thigh. We stayed there for a moment, our eyes fixed on one another with a blush creeping up on Spencer's cheeks. I could see his Adam's apple bob as he gulped, and I could almost swear the crotch of his pants looked tighter than before. 

"W-we don't have to do anything you know," he said, finally breaking the silence. 

"I know. . . " I said as I leaned in close, "but what if I want to?" 

I took a chance and pressed my lips to his. I let them linger there to gauge his reaction before going any further, not wanting to scare the poor man away. After a few seconds, he didn't pull away and I took the quickened pace of his breathing as a sign to kiss him more. I began slowly at first and his lips followed my lead. To my surprise, he brought his hand up to tangle his fingers in my hair and I moaned into his mouth at the contact. Our kisses quickly became hungry and passionate, and there was no denying the now obvious bulge in his pants. I moved my hand from his thigh and began rubbing him over his pants. This time, he was the one who let out a groan, the sound of which motivated me to force my tongue into his mouth. He tightened his grip on my hair, but I pulled away to tend to his growing erection. He remained seated on the edge of the bed as I dropped to my knees in front of him. 

"Y-you don't have to-" he stuttered with wide eyes. 

"Spencer, it's okay, I want to." 

He didn't protest further and I began to unbuckle his belt. I unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear just enough to let his cock free. I wrapped my hand around the base and began to jerk him, causing him to hiss at the contact. I teased him a little by licking the tip of his dick before I placed his entire length, or as much of him as I could fit, in my mouth. 

"Oh my god” he groaned, with his eyes screwed shut. I continued to bob my head up and down his cock, his hand finding that familiar place in my hair where he began to tug again. My. pace was purposefully slow, dragging out each suck to earn a moan from Spencer. It was thrilling to be in control of the situation for once. As I sped up my motions, his hands were practically ripping the strands from my head. The wetness pooling between my legs was becoming too much to ignore, so I released my grip on Spencer's cock and used his thighs to push myself back up from my spot on the floor. 

"Spencer. . ." I whined, planting myself onto his lap, "I need you."

I took his hand and guided him to the heat between my legs. I shimmied up my dress to allow him to feel the wetness that now soaked my panties. We both let out a gasp as his fingers became slick at the touch. 

"It's been a while since anyone's made me feel like this," I admitted. I felt safe in his presence, especially since judging by his reactions, he doesn't do this very often either. 

“I-I don’t have a-," 

“Don’t worry, I’m 90% sure we’re both clean and I’m on the pill. Trust me I’m not trying to scam you for child support or anything.” 

I could feel his body relax underneath me after reassuring him. I pressed my lips to his once again, our kiss more sensual and intimate than before. Seizing the rare opportunity to be on top, I had one hand on his shoulder for support and the other on his dick to line him up with my entrance. It was almost dizzying how good it felt as I finally sank down onto his length. 

“Oh god, Spencer.” 

I buried my face into the crook of his neck, completely overwhelmed by the few of him stretching me out. Once I was comfortable, I slowly began rocking my hips. We were a mess of breathy moans and strings of profanities escaped my lips as I began bouncing on his cock. 

“Fuck Spence, you you’re so big.” 

It’s always the skinny, shy guys.

“(Y/N) you feel so good,” he grunted as he bucked his hips up in an attempt to fuck me even harder. After observing his reactions to my every move so far, I knew he wasn’t going to last long. But he was fucking me so good that I couldn’t bring myself to care. 

“Yes baby keep fucking me like that.” 

His hips continued with their relentless pace and our bodies slammed against each other again and again. It wasn’t much longer until his thrusts became sloppy and he finished inside of me with one last resounding groan. We stayed that way for a while, just grateful for the intimate connection. Once we finally caught our breath, I spoke up.

“Well you still have a few hours with me Dr. Reid, what do you propose we do?” I said with a smirk.

“We should probably go to bed, I have to catch my flight back to D.C. in the morning. . . but maybe after we do that again.” 

“I’m all yours Spencer.” 

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Not 100% confident about this one but lmk what y'all think :) thanks fro all the love so far besties

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[aemndx]

okay…. but imagine having aemond stuff his cum back inside you, loving to press his seed back inside your overstimulated cunt and breed you every day—

— 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒.

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author’s note: y’all betta know…… i just had to write something for this -- my imagination ran absolutely wild with this one. i didn’t wanna write a lot, just somethin mini for myself to get these sinful thoughts outta my head… im sorry in advance. ♡ if you enjoyed – please reblog, comment + leave ur feedback! thank u & happy reading. :)

warnings: minors dni. smut. breeding kink. p in v sex (slight). fingering. cunnilingus. female pronouns. possessive behavior. dark!aemond. wife!reader. overstimulation kink. pain kink. pet names. romance. fluff. any grammatical errors are my own – in advance, i sincerely apologize.

word count: 2,3k.

pairings: aemond targaryen x reader (f).

♡࿐ bliss.

true, undying bliss overwhelmed you, completely.

“you’re so perfect for me, my sweet girl,” aemond murmured, leaning down to press a loving kiss against your forehead, lingering there and closing his eye for a moment, breathing you in.

pulling back after a few seconds, aemond observed your face closely, feeling a warm sensation tugging at his blackened heart, feeling it crack into a million little pieces, watching you gaze back up at him in awe.

there was a soft look in your doe eyes, wide and innocent and full of love.

love for him, your husband.

aemond would never admit it, but he was almost certain that the very same look graced his face too, softening his sharpened features with equal amounts of–if not more–love.

with a deep groan, aemond thrusted his cock inside your cunt a few more times, feeling your inner walls tightening around him, wanting to keep him inside and milk him dry.

a faint, little mewl escaped your swollen lips, making aemond lean forward again and capture your lips with his, kissing you slowly and passionately. the wet, warm muscle of his tongue slipped out, licking your bottom lip, before tugging it gently with his teeth, causing you to moan.

you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, pulling him flush against you – his naked, hard chest was pressed against yours, constantly brushing over your sensitive nipples, a whine making its way up your throat.

aemond smirked, reaching one hand up and tangling his fingers into your messy locks of hair, his other hand holding on to your hip to stabilize himself so to not crush you with his body.

“…mmm – gods, you were made to take my cock,” aemond purred against your mouth, slipping his tongue inside, your tongues slowly caressing each other’s sensually, neither of you in any rush.

“i love you,” you whimpered, your mouths molding together as one – perfection.

with one last gentle thrust of the prince’s hips, he squirted his warm cum inside of you, his load entering your womb.

aemond stilled his hips, your fluttering cunt sheathing his cock, making aemond throw his head back with a feral growl.

with his cock still buried to the hilt in your pulsing cunt, aemond squeezed your hip that he was holding, digging his fingertips into the sweaty flesh as he felt his cock twitch inside of you, softening and feeling spent.

immediately, he collapsed on top of you, his face nuzzled into your neck. sleepily, he started leaving little kisses against the salty skin of your neck, sucking on your pulse point, feeling your fingers gently brush through his long hair.

aemond practically purred, the feeling of your nails scratching lightly at his scalp, always a sweet comfort. “sweet girl… ‘m gonna try something,” aemond mumbled, though he did not move for a few more minutes, completely relaxed in the safety of your arms.

however, you did not mind – especially the feeling of his large cock still buried deep inside you, making your insides begin to tingle again, your belly tightening at the thought of his royal seed settling in your womb.

gods be good, you prayed silently for a son of your own to give to your dear husband.

you loved aemond more than anything – more than life itself, all that you wanted was to give him everything he wanted… most importantly, you wanted to give him all the love in the world, including an heir of his own.

suddenly, aemond slowly pulled himself out of you with a sharp hiss, not hearing you wince slightly at the uncomfortable feeling of being empty overcame you. you tried to suppress it, making your face remain neutral.

the prince simply leaned back on his knees between your spread thighs, tilting his head back and releasing a deep sigh of satisfaction. then, his head looked back down towards you, his one eye sharp and observing you, as usual.

aemond always enjoyed watching you, he liked making you feel uncomfortable, especially when around him, watching the way you’d start to overthink everything about yourself, making yourself think – was there something wrong with you?

it amused him greatly, no matter how many times he’d done it to you.

however, no matter how much the prince could be cruel, he’d never intentionally hurt you. releasing a calming sigh, aemond’s large hands moved to grasp both of your thighs, squeezing them and then shaking them a bit, watching them jiggle slightly with a twitch of his lips.

he adored your thighs.

then, his head snapped back up to look at you, his eye piercing and observing your naked figure, admiring it without shame.

the prince looked at the soft delicateness of your pretty face, down to your neck and collarbones that were littered in love bites from him, to both of your breasts which were swollen from him sucking and biting on them earlier, until you cried out his name.

you watched him trail his eye down further until he stopped at your bare cunt, watching it with an amused glint in his violet eye, his seed dribbling out of you slowly.

smirking, the prince seemed to have thought of a idea.

aemond slowly looked back up at your face, the sapphire that rested in the socket of his missing eye sparkled from the massive fireplace – although, you did not look away from him. if you knew anything about your husband, you knew how he loved a challenge, and you were not going to be the first one to look away.

no, not this time.

chuckling softly underneath his breath, aemond clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, before raising an eyebrow at you.

“will you be a good girl for me?” he asked, his tone flat but there was that hint of amusement hiding somewhere underneath.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the prince was up to something.

you gulped, nodding your head and started fidgeting with your hands, making him tsk at you, slapping your hands away. instantly, you stopped – nervousness eating away at you as you dropped your arms directly by your sides, waiting.

aemond hummed, nodding once before shifting his body so that he was now laying on his stomach, resting comfortably between your spread, open thighs. your cunt glistened beautifully, making aemond’s eye dilate with need and a feverish lust.

as he laid down, he could feel his cock twitch underneath himself, no doubt hardening once again. he couldn’t control himself when he was around you, you drove him nearly insane with a need to have you – always.

“my pretty little wife..” aemond drawled, his hands creeping up to rub up the outside of your thighs, his hands warm and comforting.

“you’re even pretty here, too,” he murmured, no doubt smirking as he heard you take in a sharp breath, his lips connecting to your mound, peppering kisses along the skin and across your hipbones.

he rubbed his warm, large hands up and down the outside of your thighs, closing his eye as he was merely enjoying himself – kissing, sucking, biting your hot skin into his mouth, moving down until his lips wrapped around your swollen, overstimulated clit.

you cried out into your shared chambers, one of your hands reaching up and grasping hold of one of the many pillows–one that happened to have belonged to aemond, since you loved to lay on it since it smelled like him–fisting your small hand into the soft material.

you immediately wrapped a leg around his head, unconsciously pulling him closer against your cunt, wanting more.

always, always wanting more of him.

aemond had made you come so many times tonight–too many times–that you had lost count.

without warning, aemond removed a hand from massaging the meat of one of your thighs and brushed a finger up your dribbling slit, gathering his cum that was leaking out and stuffing it back inside you.

you whimpered, fisting the pillow and the silk sheets below you, your head thrown back and your eyes rolling into the back of your head, feeling him curl the finger inside of you.

aemond hummed, continuously sucking and sending vibrations through your sensitive, little clit – before adding two more long fingers, stuffing them inside and just leaving them there, not moving.

almost like a plug.

minutes had passed, with just him sucking and flicking your clit back and forth with his hot tongue, though he fingers did not move, only remaining plunged inside of you, causing your walls to tighten and flutter, endlessly.

“aemond..!? what.. w-what are you doing?” you heaved, your chest rising and falling quickly, feeling your belly tighten once again, painfully – your muscles sore and aching now as you could feel yourself about to come again.

“please, aemond – i am going to come again,” you sobbed, sweating profusely and your heart feeling like it was about to explode in your chest.

aemond nodded, not missing a beat, “go on, then.”

“no..! no, no, no – please, aemond.. i cannot. it hurts, it hurts so much…” you sobbed, tears now burning your eyes, falling freely. your throat felt like it was on fire, as well as like it was closing from you gasping in too much air, trying your hardest not to come again.

however, aemond continued his ministrations on your clit, not stopping for a moment and evening wiggling his three fingers that were inside of you–keeping his cum from leaking out of you again–and with his other hand dug his fingers into the meat of your thigh that he was still holding, making you yelp in painful pleasure.

you were exhausted.

“p-please.. please,” you sniffled, shaking your head and begging.

aemond growled, pinching your thigh and then slapping it harshly in punishment, feeling you wiggling around too much.

“be sweet, wife – stop moving and come for me again,” he commanded, his words muffled but you could still understand him.

you choked on your own saliva, “oh, gods..” you whined, feeling your muscles tense and tense and tense, before the band inside of you snapped like a violin string and you let out the most earth shattering screech.

you cried your husband’s name over and over again, feeling aemond quickly squeeze in a fourth finger, beginning to curl all four of them inside of you, feeling your walls clamp down around them.

you were honestly afraid – afraid that he would want to see how much you could take and shove his entire fist inside–(you had heard ladies of the court gossip that their husbands had done that to them, and it was the most painful experience)–you never wanted to find out for yourself.

luckily, for you – even in your blissed out mind, you trusted your husband, knowing he liked pushing you to your limits, but knowing exactly how much you could take.

your thighs were quivering, your orgasm washing over you in tsunami waves of endless pleasure, with aemond continuing to gently lick your clit now, barely applying actual pressure – though his fingers remained.

“so, so perfect for me.. you’d done so well for me, my sweet girl.”

a genuine, dopey smile tugged at your lips, feeling relieved that you had pleased him, again.

once your high had calmed down, aemond pulled his mouth away from your clit, resting the left side of his face on your thigh, glancing up at you with a small smirk on his handsome face, watching you try to keep your eyes open.

“enjoy yourself, did you?”

you giggled, nodding your head yes. “i thought i was going to black out,” you confessed, embarrassment flooding your veins.

aemond lightly chuckled, “wouldn’t be the first time.”

you looked down, pouting and making him laugh harder, giving a sweet kiss to your thigh, before locking his violet eye with yours once more.

gods, how he loved you.

“i’m just teasing, my love.”

your eyebrows furrowed, “no, you are not,” you said, knowing he was speaking the truth – in fact, you had blacked out before while he was fucking you, his love for overstimulating you overwhelmed you.. time and time again.

although, you did not mind so much.

nonetheless, you liked to tease him back and pretend you hated it when he teased you – both of you knowing full well that you secretly adored it, just as much as he.

aemond snorted, before lifting his head and leaning forwards again, giving your clit a kiss, feeling you tense up immediately. “relax,” he said, eyeing your face. “i think you’ve had enough for tonight.”

you flushed, feeling his fingers twitch inside of you, before pulling them out slowly and began observing them.. they were drenched in his cum and yours, practically dripping on to your sheets.

aemond felt the corner of his mouth tug up, before opening his mouth and shoving all four fingers inside, sucking both of your mixed essence right off, swallowing with a low hum of approval.

your eyes widened, but then you licked your lips, watching him suck and work his tongue between each of his digits, his eye locked on yours as he put on a little show for you, smirking playfully.

with a pop of the last finger, he smiled, “delicious.”

you didn’t say anything, you couldn’t – you couldn’t even begin to describe how unbelievably attractive your husband was… and he was all yours.

“i love you,” you blurted out, but meaning it anyways. you were always more of the sentimental one between you two, but you could see the softness settle over aemond’s face every time you told him those three little words.

those three little words held so much meaning to him, especially coming from you.

aemond didn’t respond – instead, he climbed up your body, being careful not to crush you and settled until he was hovering above you, his face only mere centimeters away from yours. “..i love you, my beautiful wife.”

fin

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[bimbobaggins69]

Daddy Issues

older rockstar eddie x band mates daughter fem!reader

summary: you finally get to see corroded coffin live, and you really want to fuck the lead singer/guitarist, the only thing is he’s your dads best friend and your dad is the bassist.

⚠️warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, pictures are purely for aesthetic purposes, mentions of alcoholism, little mention of eddies past drug abuse, mentions of childhood trauma, age gap (reader is 21, eddie is in his 50s), dom eddie, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, spit play, cream pie, daddy kink, eddie and reader are bi.

A/N: another one shot, I actually enjoy writing these. Let me know what you think, I’m not sure whether I like this or not but, fuck it! It was fun to write.

It’s been four years since your dad became the bassist for corroded coffin, when he got the call after his audition you were already packing your things up for college—being accepted into Perdue university majoring in psychology.

You and your dad had a rocky relationship almost all of your life. He was an alcoholic and chronic womanizer, he cheated on your mom and every other woman that gave him the time of day—of course you loved him, but there were just too many things said and done that could never be taken back. He lived the rockstar lifestyle in every sense of the word for as long as you could remember, even being kicked out of bands for his rowdy behavior—so it was an utter miracle when he finally decided to go to rehab and get help, that was two years before he started touring with corroded coffin— now he’s completely changed his life around, which you couldn’t be more happy about. Since, he’s gotten extremely close to his band mate Eddie who is the guitarist and lead singer —they’ve apparently become best friends, Eddie even helping your dad with his sobriety since he had a drug problem years back, almost acting as his sponsor and trying to sway him from going back to that life as often as he could. You’ve never been able to meet any of the guys but you’ve watched some of their interviews during long nights of studying and have said hi through FaceTime calls, on occasion—you might have also developed a mini crush on the guitarist, but you’d never admit that.

After finally graduating college and returning home, you’ve been staying with your dad and his new wife Catherine—until you can fully get on your feet. Things have been great, but trying to hook up with men and women in your fathers house is just weird, even though he allows you your privacy and tries not to ask questions. In college you weren’t really the hook up type—you focused more on your studies, you may or may not have been fucking your English professor on the side, but we’re not gonna get into that.

It’s a lovely Friday afternoon when you get a FaceTime call from your dad, he’s been out of town for a couple weeks touring surrounding cities, and he has a show tomorrow night in town.

“Hello?” You say raising the phone to your face

“Hey, angel” your dad says—you can hear loud instruments in the background so they must be doing sound check

“Hey, dad what’s up?” You say with a sweet smile

“Just missed you kiddo, wanted to call and check in” he says warmly

“Miss you too, how’s tour?” You question

“Tours good, as good as it can be, now.” he says with a chuckle

You giggle back, knowing exactly what he means.

“Hey, listen angel, would you want to come to our show tomorrow night? Meet the guys and hangout backstage?” He questions with hopeful eyes

“Yeah, of course I’d love to!” You answer back with a big smile

“Okay, cool. I’ll put your name down on the list, when you get here just give it to them and they’ll bring you backstage” he says with excitement

“Cool, can’t wait! I’ll see you tomorrow then, be safe dad” you say shooting him one last smile

“Bye angel, see you tomorrow” he says before hanging up

As the day goes on and rolls into the next, you start getting ready for the show. You’re excited to see your dad—but you can’t lie to yourself, you’re really excited to see the sexy guitarist/lead singer, so of course you’re going to dress to impress— not that you have a chance, but a girl can dream

You have an hour before the show starts, you took forever to get ready perfecting your makeup and hair— you decide to wear your white corroded coffin shirt your dad sent you awhile back tucked into a plaid mini skirt, socks and your low platform doc martens. Finally you climb into your little Prius and head out to the show.

When you arrive it’s packed, the line is almost down the street, and there’s hints of weed smoke in the air. You walk up to the entrance door and give your name to the gentleman wearing a headset— as you give him your name, he says something into it and then ushers you off to head backstage.

You finally get backstage after pushing your way through a crowd— your dad spots you before you get the chance to look around, calling out to you with his hands cupped around his mouth, as you see him you smile and saunter over to him.

“Angel, I’m so happy you made it” he says as he fidgets around— he always gets nervous before a show no matter how many he’s played

He leans in and gives you a hug while kissing the top of your head— “of course I made it” you say as you both pull away

“I want to officially introduce you to the guys, let me find them first” he says

“It’s okay dad, just wait until after the show” you insist — “actually, where can I find a bathroom?” You ask

After your dad directs you to the nearest restroom you begin your quest but quickly get lost, you come across a couple red doors, as you’re walking down the hall one of them swings open and you come face to face with Eddie Munson, the man that has been haunting your dreams for 4 years, he walks out with a pretty blonde girl but she continues walking back to the crowd.

“Well hello,” he says with a smile — “you lost?” He asks

“Oh uh, no no I’m not lost” is all you’re able to stutter out

“You sure?” He says with curious eyes “pretty girl like you shouldn’t be back here, alone.” he says with a smirk

“Yeah,” you say clearing your throat “I’m not lost, I’m actually looking for the restroom” you say with pink tinted cheeks matching those of a cherub

Eddie’s eyes trail all over your body and back to your face as he licks his lips “I’m Matt’s daughter, y/n” you spit out as you hold out your hand. Fuck, why did you say that? He’s not gonna want you, after learning you’re his best friends, daughter.

“Oh, shit. Um, hi nice to meet you,” he says as he shakes your hand

“I gotta head back, we’re about to go on stage.” he says as he does his best to avoid looking at any other part of your body

“Ok” is all you can say, tone laced in disappointment

After you head to the backstage area, you decide to watch your dad and Eddie play from the side stage. The show is amazing, the crowd is crazy; with crowd surfers and pits, the whole band looks totally in their element, like they all really love what they do, which warmed your heart.

After the second encore is over, the guys clamber backstage, sweaty and out of breathe. Your dad picks you up and swings your body around, still buzzing off the high from performing, placing you down. He starts to call out to his band mates

“Guys, guys” he says as he waves his hands around. “this is my daughter, y/n. Y/n, these are the guys: Eddie, Gareth and Jeff” he says as he points to each individually

They all say “hi” in unison with a wave. All, except Eddie.

You wave back as you let out a shy “hi”

As you continue with your night, hanging out with your dad and the guys backstage. Some talks of going to a bar come up, and obviously your dad declines per suggested by Eddie. You see how close, him and your dad are. Laughing at only jokes they understood and silently talking with their eyes. You’ve never known your dad to keep friendships or relationships for that matter, so it was refreshing to see.

Your dad comes up to you to bid you a goodbye. He says that he needs to go home to see his wife and avoid all this temptation, you and Eddie chuckle at that.

“Well, I’ll go with you.” you say to him

“No, no. You stay here, hang out, get to know the guys, have fun, angel” he says as he heads towards the exit.

As the night went on you talked a lot with Gareth and Jeff about your dad, touring and how corroded coffin started. They were older and married so there were surprisingly no groupies backstage like you normally picture at a metal show. Eddie wasn’t married but he was trying to cut back on his sexual appetite of both men and women alike. He had his fare share of hook ups, and by fare share you mean he’s had a lot of sex and a lot of different partners all over the world since the 90s. But, as much as eddie was trying to control his “appetite” he couldn’t help but secretly sneak looks at you and your hot little body. Fuck, if you were both around the same age and you had come to one of his shows in the 90s, he would’ve definitely snatched you out of the crowd. He couldn’t deny your beauty, you must’ve gotten that from your mom, he thinks to himself.

Gareth and Jeff both head to the bar with their manager to have a couple drinks, while you and Eddie decline. As they leave Eddie whispers out a “fuck” while looking at his phone.

“You okay?” You ask

He looks up from his phone, as his jaw clenches.

“Uber keeps canceling” he says through gritted teeth

“Where are you headed? I drove here, I can just drop you off where you need to go.” you offer sweetly

“You sure?” He says with his eyebrows raised and eyes wide

“Yeah of course, I’m parked just over here.” you say as you head to the car park. You glance back to check if he’s following behind, as you do he shoots you a little side smile

You press the button on your keys unlocking the doors and before you can even get to it, Eddie is racing around to open it for you.

“It’s the least I can do” he says sending you a wink, that almost made your knees buckle. He gets in and after putting his hotel address in the maps app on your phone, you and him get to talking, laughing and maybe even a little flirting, if you’re reading it correctly, It’s almost like you both had known each other in a past life. You’ve never understood, why people say cheesy shit like that but woah, now you do.

Eddie can’t help but look at you when you talk, he’s enamored by your beauty and how eloquently you carry yourself, but you’re also witty and sarcastic, which he loves. You kind of remind him of himself just way prettier with an almost old soul maturity, he’s never had

As you pull up to his hotel, you don’t want to say goodbye, you wish you had the balls to ask if you could hang out more with him, but that might be weird considering you’re his friend/band mates daughter, and if your dad ever found out you were hanging out with Eddie one on one in his hotel, who knows how he’d react, your dad was kind of a loose canon in that way.

Suddenly Eddie’s voice broke you out of your all consuming thoughts—“do you want to uh, come up? I have a bottle of wine I don’t wanna finish alone” he says with a smile and the most adorable puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen

“Um” you says as you stare at your dash board “yeah, shit why not?” You say as you smile back, you park into one of the open spots and head up to Eddie’s hotel room.

Once inside he tells you to get comfortable, and says you can sit or lay on the bed if you’d like, so you choose the latter— you toe off your docs and crawl onto the king sized bed, plopping your head against the fluffy pillow—as you lay there your eyes follow Eddie around the room, his pants hanging low on his hips, shirt hiked up a bit from him rubbing his hand underneath it, he grabs two glasses and the bottle of wine out of the small fridge and walks back to the bed setting them down on the nightstand— “I’m gonna take a quick shower, is that okay? Like five minutes I just want to rinse off” he says — “be my guest” you say as you gesture towards the bathroom, making him smile

He wasn’t lying when he said five minutes because once you heard the shower stop you looked at the time on your phone and it had been exactly five minutes—butterflies began erupting in the pit of your stomach, you’re alone with this man you have fantasied about for years, thinking those thoughts would never come to fruition, since the whole situation was completely taboo—but holy shit here you are in his hotel room alone with him, if you wanted to make a move you totally could.

Eddie walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his hips water droplets adorning his skin, holy fuck was all you could think as you gawked at him from your place on the bed

“You like what you see?” He says to you with a devious smirk

“I do” you accidentally blurt out, cherub cheeks returning from earlier

“Oh?” Eddie says with his eyebrows raised “is that right?” His tone becoming increasingly more sexy and almost dark

At this point you’re so turned on you say “fuck it” and decide to indulge in his little game, hoping the prize is his dick buried deep inside of you by the end “mhmm I do, Eddie” you say as you bite your lip—that’s the first time you’ve said his name all night and it made his dick twitch, well that and that sexy fucking look on your face—he can’t hold back any longer, he knew what he was doing inviting you up, but he held out hope that he could be strong and just have a little night cap with a friend who he’s instantly clicked with, but Eddies not as strong as he thought he was.

“Watch out baby, not sure you know what you’re asking for, there” he says with a pleased look on his face — “Eddie I’m a grown woman, I know exactly what I’m asking for” you challenge back with a raised eyebrow -oh you were good- he thought to himself

“You sure that’s what you want, princess?” He asks eyes almost as eager as yours—the pet name made your pussy flutter

“Yes, Eddie I want you, please?” You say with innocent eyes as he’s walking up to the side of the bed you’re sitting on, the wine on the nightstand completely forgotten about

“Mmm, not sure you can handle me, baby” he says back with a shit eating grin

“Well then I guess your gunna have to stretch my tight little pussy out so I can, handle you” you shoot back with a smile matching his—Eddie’s face instantly dropping into a look of hunger that made a chill run down your spine, and made your heart speed up

As his thighs hit the side of the bed, you get up on your knees and crawled over to him, he reaches out grabbing your lower back and pulling you flush against his body— but instead of kissing you like you expected, he reaches to put some hair behind your ear as he whispers out a “so beautiful” that made your eyes slightly water—growing up you never heard words of affirmation, like that and now every time you did, it made you want to cry

“Thank you” you whisper back with a wobbly voice

Eddie grabs your chin and brings your eyes up to look at his—“you okay, sweet thing?” He asks and you nod with a smile

“I really want this Eddie” you whisper back “I have for awhile”

He seems taken aback by your words as his eyes widen

“What do you mean for awhile?” He says curiously

“Ever since I watched a stupid interview of yours after my dad made the band” —- the mention of your dad, slightly making him cringe but not enough to stop

“Did you have a little crush on me, baby?” He says cockily

“I did”—“I do” you say as you correct yourself

“Aw, that’s cute, that’s real cute”—“what the boys in college not doing it for you?” He teases

“I’m not interested in boys” you shoot back “I only associate with men” you say with the same eloquence he thought about in the car

“Well lucky for you baby, I’m all man” he says making you snort out a laugh at his cheesy line

He tackles you onto the bed playfully, as he kisses all over your face—this felt too perfect, like it’s something you both had been doing for years, not like you’d just met for the first time tonight

Finally he kisses your lips, giving you a few pecks before it starts to turn heavy, he slips his tongue into your mouth rubbing it against yours, he was an amazing kisser—you definitely didn’t want to think about how he’d gotten that way—but woah you’ve never gotten wet from just making out before—his hands start to roam over your body, down to your thighs, spreading them apart so he can fit between them. He breaks the kiss to look down at your spread legs—pretty red see through panties on display for him “fuck” he moans out as he notices the wet spot, just for him—“look at that baby” he whispered down to you “fucking pussies already so wet for me”—“did my kisses do that to you, baby?” He asks

“Yes, everything you do gets me so wet” you whine out

“Mmm, is that right?” — “I like the sound of that, maybe I’ll keep you, princess. Use this wet little pussy every time I come back from a show, would you like that?” — “I would, daddy, I would love that” you moan out

“Daddy?” Eddie says as his eyebrows raise into his bangs

“Shit, sorry if that’s weird” you say back tone full of embarrassment

“Ya know, it shouldn’t turn me on coming from you, but fuck, everything you do is so sexy”—-“well lucky for you I never call my dad that, it’s only reserved for someone special” you say as you bite your lip—“oh really? Special you say?” He says with a smirk—-“okay yeah, I can be your daddy, that means something different to you kids today anyway, right?” He says “I’m not a kid, but yeah exactly” you say back

Eddie begins kissing you again, this time with more passion and desire, he reaches down between your thighs rubbing over you clothed pussy—“can I take your panties off, sweet girl?” He says as his eyes bore down into yours

“Yes, please” you say in a sweet tantalizing voice

He begins ridding you of your red thong as he shoots them toward his nightstand, they land on the neck of the wine bottle and you both laugh—“I’m keeping those” eddie says to you as he brings his fingers down to your dripping sex, he gently runs his calloused finger tips over your little bundle of nerves, making you moan out—“that’s right baby, let me hear you” he whispers as he begins nipping at your neck— Eddie moves his fingers down to gather your slick and then returns back to your clit—“can I taste you, baby?” He asks sweetly

“Please Eddie, yes” you can’t help but moan out

He decides to lift up your shirt to take it off—“cute shirt by the way” he says as he pulls it off of your body and over your head, making you giggle. Once your shirts off, Eddie reaches behind your back expertly unhooking your matching red bra with one hand, letting the straps fall down around your arms, he picks it up and throws it haphazardly across the bed, landing in front of the desk on the other side of the room

He begins moving down your body, with soft calculated kisses, occasionally sucking different spots, he stops and lays in front of your most intimate area, grabbing your thighs to spread them a bit more and getting a good look at you all wet and bare before him—-he growls as he sees your pussy on display for him “fuck, you have such a pretty pussy, baby”—“bet it tastes even better” he says as he kisses the top of your mound where a little patch of dark curly hair sits, you bite your lip at the intimacy of it—-this didn’t feel like just a one night stand or random lay, it felt special— Eddie begins by licking you from your little hole to your clit finally giving it the attention it so badly wanted, you moan out as he swirls his tongue around it and then takes it into his mouth, lightly sucking—-nothing but loud moans and filthy sounds of sucking and licking fill the room—-“oh my god, Eddie yes right there, that’s so good, daddy” you borderline scream out—god this man knew how to use his tongue, he was incredible.

He continues to lick and suck as he brings two fingers to your entrance, he gently pushes them inside of you stretching you out for what’s about to come, your moans get louder and he can’t help but smile—your moans sound like the best song he’s ever heard, he wants to hear them over and over again forever

Once he curls his fingers up and hits that spot deep inside that you were never able to reach, the coil in your belly begins to tighten and your legs shake as your hand reaches down to tangle in his hair—“that’s it baby, cum for me, cum for daddy” he says pulling you over the edge, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he works you through your orgasm, you grip his hair and mewl out obscenities—- after you’ve fully come down from your high, Eddie moves up your body, You can feel the hardness rubbing up against your overstimulated sex, you grab the towel around his waist and rip it off as you look down waiting to see the dick you’ve had wet dreams about, it springs out all pretty and pink, thick and curved, pre cum oozing from the tip, it twitches a couple times and all you can think about is having it buried deep inside your throat—“can I please suck your cock?” You ask up at him with puppy dog eyes, silently begging and Eddie can’t believe how such filthy words could come out such a beautifully, innocent looking face—but it makes him growl, makes another side of him, he didn’t want to show you, come out.

“Get on your knees on the floor, now” he demands, change of voice throwing you off

“Now, don’t make me say it again!” he growls back — “yes, daddy” you say as you hop off the bed and fall down to your knees in front of his leaking tip “open up wide” he says, voice laced in desperation, you open your mouth as wide as you can while sticking your tongue out—“good girl, that’s a good fucking girl, you take direction so good baby” he says “good girls get rewarded, okay? So keep listening to daddy and he’ll take care of you, understand?” He says, you nod as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock

He grabs your hair and pulls your head back while he bends down to get in your face “nope, I need words baby” he says through gritted teeth “yes, daddy” you whimper out in shock at his behavior, no one has ever been this rough with you but you would be lying if you said it didn’t make your pussy gush, you were loving this—“that’s it, good girl, open that mouth up wide again for me, sweetheart” he says—you open up and stick your tongue back out, Eddie let’s a glob of spit fall right onto it, making you moan out—-fuck this man was gunna be the death of you, you didn’t know you could get this turned on from such filthy acts you only seen done in porn—but here you are wetness dripping down your thighs from how worked up you’re getting

You leave Eddie’s spit on your tongue as he begins to work his cock into your mouth, spit mixing with yours to make the tip and base extra wet, he bucks his hips hitting your throat, you breath through your nose and take him to the hilt, eyes watering and jaw tingling— “that’s it, that’s a good girl” — “fuck baby that mouth of yours is amazing” he says as he begins moving in and out of your mouth. He moans out your name and a couple fucks as he gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail, guiding you up and down on his cock continuously hitting the back of your throat—finally he lifts you up and off of him back up to your feet. Your lips and chin filled with spit and pre cum, cheeks and eyes filled with tears—“fuck you’re so pretty, baby, look so fucking pretty for me” he says as he kisses your lips, backing you up until your legs hit the bed and guiding you to lay down as he grabs and spreads your thighs, he gets down into your face as he asks “are you ready, sweet girl?”

“Yes, yes I’m ready please” you respond with a whine

“Whatever princess wants” he said with a gentle smile, a complete 360 to how he was just treating you earlier, but you didn’t care, you really liked both sides of him

He begins to line himself up with your entrance, cock still wet with your spit, as he pushes in, you can feel yourself stretching for him, but it felt so good, so full. “Oh my god, yes! Don’t stop please” you moan out “I know baby I know, i won’t stop, I won’t fucking stop” he says as he begins thrusting deeper and faster inside you, he brings his forehead down to yours as you both moan into each others mouths—-this wasn’t fucking, this felt like love making and so different from any sex you’ve ever had—-it felt intimate and sensual, like Eddie fit your body like a missing puzzle piece

“Oh fuck, baby, your pussies so tight, it feels so good, so good”… he continued repeating

Your belly filling with that familiar burn as your second orgasm hits you like a freight train, your pussy tightening around his cock even more, making him moan out—“fuckin pussy just milking my cock, where do you want it baby?” He says as he bites his lip “inside me please, please cum inside me daddy” you grunt out “fuck, fuck I’m cumming!” He shouts as white spurts paint your insides.

Eddie falls on top of you, kissing all over your face again, making you laugh—“I’ll be right back” he says, after a couple minutes he’s coming back to clean up his mess between your thighs. You move back to your place on the pillow as Eddie lays beside you, pulling you into his chest “that was”…”wow” he says —-“yeah” you say back, you both laid there in silence staring up at the ceiling

-fuck I’m in trouble- Eddie thought to himself

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Imagine Yone having a wife, which the rest of Heartsteel doesn't know about, I mean they never asked, and then one day he brings a child to the bands apartment. Since his wife has to work late hours and the nursery is already closed, he has to take care of their child. What would the reaction of the band be? And how would they be with children? (Also the wife is the reader since I love self indulgence with Yone)

❥ prompt: Yone never talked about his personal life. The Heartsteel gang had a few assumptions, but they were just theories. Nothing proven. Until the gang found a toddler running around the apartment. ❥ content/warnings: fluffy fluff, gang shenanigans ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel & yonexreader!gn!kid

KAYN

"What the hell is that thing!? And since when did Yone spawn anything into existence!?"

Kayn isn't used to children being within a five-foot radius of his presence. He tends to not surround himself with booger eating, snot crying, whining little crotch gremlins. Even worse, their damn parents.

Kayn's chaotic nature in public can't be stifled. And he's met his fair share of parents trying to lecture him on his behavior. He always has two words ready for such an occasion: Fuck off. And then proceeds to flash both middle fingers in the air, and laugh when the child behind the fuming parents drops their ice-cream. Absolute poetry.

This was a little different. Scratch that—a lot different. Not only does he know the damn parent (Yone) but the child has managed to infiltrate his room, and infect everything with a thousand unnamed child born diseases. He's about ready to blow a casket. Until the kid accidentally starts playing his Pentakill vinyl album on the record player. That's when he saw a rockstar be born. The way that little tyke started headbanging would put a bunch of mosh pit psycho's to shame. And the screeching? A future screamo lead-singer, easily.

An all out heavy-metal concert ensued. With Kayn rifting his guitar with the song instrumentals, and the kid jumping and screaming into a cheap cordless mic he found under his bed. When the song ended, Kayn chanted "Jump! Jump!" into the mosh-pit of one. And you don't need to tell a child to launch themselves off of anything twice. The tater-tot squealed and laughed, being caught in Kayn's hands and praised into the air for a killer performance.

From the bedroom door, an audience member leaned cooly against the frame. Clapping at the spectacle. "Dada!" The kid raised their fists higher into the air. "I'm a rwockstar!"

Yone lifted a brow, crossing his arms in pure amusement. "I can see that."

"Y-Yeah. Next time, tell your kid not to barge into other people's rooms," Kayn coughed, quickly setting down the kid and patting them towards Yone. "Teach it some manners, o-or whatever. So that I don't have to deal with it."

Yone chuckled under his breath. Taking his child by the hand, he smiled. "Come with me. We should go before someone gets a little too attached."

Kayn huffed red. Slamming the door and shouting behind it, "WOULD NOT!"

APHELIOS

".........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?"

So, there was a child. An actual living, breathing one. Stumbling. Running around. Knocking things over. Yelling at the wall and ceilings like some deranged lunatic out on the city streets. What a disaster. What a nightmare. Aphelio's wasn't scared by most things; monsters, zombies, ghosts, spam mail. But children were terrifying creatures. Destructive and loud. The worst kind of combination in a singular human being. Kind of like Kayn.

He swore he broke out into a cold sweat when the child barged into his room. Not quietly at all. His heart pounded. His fingers turned cold. And his eyes trembled against his computer screen. He hoped the child would grow bored of terrorizing his room like some miniature version of Godzilla. He also hoped someone would see the calamity, take pity on him, and come to his aid. Someone like Sett.

He then heard a familiar note. He cursed himself twice. He shouldn't have left his electric portable keyboard out in the open. Aphelios turned cautiously in his chair. He swallowed hard and braced himself for a horrific sight. He thought he'd find the child bashing the keys in or trying to pluck the knobs right off. Instead, he saw a small round face filled with wonder at the sound. Carefully, the child pressed another. Smiling, delighted by the next note. Aphelio's eyes rounded. That's when he saw a little bit of himself.

It didn't take long for Apehlios to gather his spare headset and cord link. He plucked the kid up and placed him right on his lap at his desk. He was going to show this little one all the instruments in his digital toolbox. The workflow of an absolute musical genius. And they were going to make a mixed bite that would leave people speechless.

"Oh! Oh! Dat one. Dat one." The toddler tapped Aphelio's hand against his computer mouse. A few clicks and the instrument was spliced into the mix. When Aphelio's replayed the bit, the child kicked their legs back and forth, clapping their hands together. Wanting to gauge the tots overall opinion, he flipped between thumbs-up and thumbs-down. Back and forth. The little one took his hand, and kept it thumb-side-up with a cheeky grin. And they both nodded in agreement. This mix was a certified banger.

EZREAL

"Hey, guys. Has anyone seen my phone? Nevermind. Found it! Someone's totally random kid has it. Wait—HUH!?"

Ezreal doesn't mind kids so much. They could sometimes be a lot of fun. The only thing Ezreal can't handle is once a crying session starts, or a random tantrum erupts. He gets a little nervous when the meltdowns start. Because he has no freaking clue how to handle it. So for the most part, Ezreal does like kids—from a distance. Where he can smile and laugh at their antics, without having to actually deal with an emotional ticking time bomb. Kayn was bad enough already.

The other thing he can't deal with is someone messing with his phone! And unfortunately, his habit of misplacing it has caught up to him. Because now a toddler has it. Deleting and messing up his apps. Possibly trying to look for some silly game he doesn't even have installed. And if Ezreal thought he was fast, well, this kid took the crown. Call that tyke 'Lightning McQueen', because they were leaving sneaker marks on the floor.

But this game of chase had to come to an end. Ezreal caught up to the road-runner, and slipped the phone right out of those tiny fingers. Ezreal cheered himself thinking he won. Ezreal quickly figured out he was actually about to be the biggest loser. He witnessed those round eyes growing in watery magnitude. Face wrinkling with pure, unfiltered raw emotion. The hiccups increased in volume, and those puffed cheeks were getting more red by the minute.

"H-Hey! Don't cry. No, no. Shhh—Shhh! It's okay." Ezreal smacked his hands together, begging and pleading for mercy upon his sensitive soul. Ezreal sunk his top teeth into his bottom lip. He wasn't prepared for this at all. And if Yone ever found out he made his kid cry, then mostly likely, he'd make sure Ezreal was crying too (and bleeding) on the floor. Then forced to clean up his own murder scene!

A few quick taps and he knelt down with the hiccuping toddler. With the cat filter setup, Ezreal pretended to be a kitten; meowing and licking his paw and rubbing his cheeks to clean himself. The kiddo sniffed back their brimming tears, giggling when they saw they had their own whiskers and ears! After a couple of loud meows, the child hopped up and down. "Doggy next! Doggy next!" One tap and now they were puppies, barking and panting.

Many cute pictures were taken. Ezreal picked out a few and messaged them to Yone.

[Yone:] Thanks. The wife will be happy to have these. [Ezreal:] np! 😋 [Yone:] By the way. Have you finished cleaning the bathrooms? [Ezreal]:..............................................yes. 🤗 [Yone:] Finish the bathrooms. Now. Or I'll be confiscating your phone for a week.

Ezreal almost broke down in tears, falling to his knees. He was so close to having his own meltdown. Just from the sheer thought of losing his phone privilege's. Honestly, he should be off the hook for entertaining the kid and sending cute pictures. Life totally wasn't fair!

SETT

"Well, hello down there. You wanna play a game or—shoot. I didn't mean to scare ya'h off! I swear I'm a nice guy if ya'h give me a chance!"

There was no doubt about it. Sett really, really, liked children. There was something about them that brought him joy whenever they were around. All of his personal baggage and adult stress would simply melt away from a simple giggle or smile. And Sett had his fair share of babysitting other single-moms' and their children while growing up. It was one of his part-time jobs from middle to high school. All to help Ma' with paying the bills.

Unfortunately, kids didn't seem to like him too much (at first). With his overwhelming mass, they'd think he was some sort of monster. The one their parents told them would gobble them up if they didn't shower before bed. So, here he was, trying to entertain the little one. But anytime they caught sight of him, they'd cry in terror and scamper away. Sett had to think bigger. He tapped his chin a couple of times before a light bulb went off above his ears.

He laid out the scene in his room. He thanked his Ma' for one of the plushies she sent came with a tea set in the box. He went as far as to grab a few outfits and materials he stitched up as small replicas of larger projects him and K'Sante worked on. Him and the surrounding stuff toys were dressed appropriately for the most exquisite tea-party. Dress, hats, neck pearls and all!

Curiosity always got the best of any child. When the tater-tot heard the laughs and conversations, they had to sneak a peek. And once they entered the room, the child found Sett sitting on the ground, surrounded by his plushies, all served with tiny cups and plates.

"Oh! Quiet down everyone. The prince/princess has finally arrived. Mr. Chonk, please. Show our honored guest to their seat." He motioned his tea-cup to a free spot at the 'table'. The child glowed with excitement, scurrying to their designated placement. With a fancy tilt of their teacup, they took prim and proper sips of their tea. "More tea, Mr.Swett?" The toddler wiggled forward and picked up the teapot.

"Why, yes. I would love some more. Thank you." Sett raised his cup at the offer. The giggles and excitable conversation could be heard throughout the entire apartment. It wasn't long till the rest of the gang stuck their noses through a crack at the door. Opening the door, they couldn't help but burst with laughter at the display. Ezreal, of course, snapping pictures. Aphelios chuckling to himself behind his mask. Kayn roaring with laughter and tears. And K'Sante commenting on how he'd never expect some of his designed outfits would be used at a kid's tea party. "Nuh-Uh. You can't come in." The toddler hoped on their feet, pushing all of them all out the door. "Dis invitation onwy. No stinkers!"

"That's right, fellas. No stinkers." Sett laughed, raising his pinky into the air. "This is an exclusive tea-party. Better luck gettin' invited next year. Right?"

K'SANTE

"He-He. You think you have what it takes because you are Yone's kid? Show me and prove it."

K'Sante grew up with a large family. Brothers, sisters, first cousins, second cousins, the neighbors next door and their kids. Heck, even that laundromat lady his mom was friends with and her kids. Actually, just about everyone in the community. Seemed like it was always a party at his parents home. No matter the day or week, K'Sante had always dealt with a high-energy household. And when the adults pulled out the bottle of Akpeteshie, you knew it was going to be a rager. And at the kids table, K'Sante was in charge of watching over the parade of younger children.

Being a certified older sibling within his family unit, and apparently, Heartsteel as well, handling one little wasn't going to throw off his cool or cramp his style. In fact, he was more than prepared. If there was one thing he knew from growing up, kids loved to play dress up. And he had a full wardrobe of runway worthy outfits.

K'Sante busted out a long carpet down the hallway. Borrowed some plushies from Sett, and made them the audience and judges. Dimming most of the surrounded lights, the hallway bulbs illuminated the catwalk with intensity. Let the show begin!

"Higher energy! Yes, show them a 'ting or two about what fashion truly means." K'sante clapped his hands as the kiddo strutted down with dramatic sass. "That is it. Right there. Now, finish them off with the look." At the end of the carpet, the child titled their head back, and narrowed their eyes before sharply turning with a fling of the boa around their neck. K'Sante cheered, pushing one of the stuffed animals as if it passed out from sheer cut-throat fashion! He blew kisses into the air. "They can't even handle you right now. You are new, you are fresh, but also timeless. Molded by the hands of Gods. Your power is infinite."

Wardrobe changes were a must. K'Sante wasn't going to let such talent go to waste. His work of art and the tiny fashion model would display it all for the world to see. Well, the stuffed animal world, he had to remind himself. Seemed like a game of pretend was feeling like a real runway gig! And after the runway show was over, it actually wasn't truly over. K'Sante had pulled out a magazine from behind a display case. Showing the kiddo a picture of their father walking down a runway in an all black-attire event. "Dada," the kid placed a hand against the glossy page. "Supah cool."

"That's right." K'Sante said proudly, puffing his chest. "And your Dada looks cool because I am the one who designed his suite. But, I'll give him credit. He is a pretty cool guy all on his own."

an: this req was too cute to write omg. sorry if i just focused on the gang and the kid, rather than the yone x reader part you also requested. felt it was getting a bit long, and i wasn't sure if i could incorporate it well enough. very sorry about that. but don't worry! i have another yone x reader req. incoming.

#heartsteel #sheida kayn #aphelios #ezreal #sett #k'sante #yone #request #reqs open #league of legends

[beelmons]

Hotch being like Garcia and Morgan whenever they call each other. Oh imagine it during the case✨😮‍💨

Hotch: what have you got sweetheart?

R: *chuckling*……this my soon to be husband

This just a came out of nowhere, i gotta say I literally L O V E your writing.

Change it However I like

I Hope that botch sides of your pillow are always cold. Bye<3

Not-so-professional

cw: hotch x fem!reader, link on the text lead's to my wife's fic 'honey bun' since it's a reference to her work!!! read it!!!

You loved helping the BAU out, you didn't often have the chance to, but every once in a while, when your poor friend Penelope was overworked, you would be assigned to help out with data analysis. You were forever thankful for that annoying day in which you first aided the BAU, ever demanding of new information, since it allowed you to meet Aaron Hotchner, fall in love, and end up engaged with just a couple of days to go for your wedding.

But there would be time to dwell into all that later, since today you had to be top of your game; they were getting close, and you were certain they would ask for information soon. And at last, the phone rang.

"This is future Mrs. Hotchner speaking, how can I be of help?" you said with a wide smile on your face.

His subordinates expected a scowl, or at least a reprimand for your unprofessional behavior, but they were pleased to see that, instead, their boss's lips had curled up into a smitten crescent.

"Mrs. Hotchner, we need information on Javier Perez's bank account transactions." halfway through the sentence, his tone had gotten back to the stern one he was accostumed to. "Coming right up, sweet cheeks," you paused for a second as you clicky-clacked your way through the bank systems "Seems like little Perez has been up to some naughty deeds. He spent around a hundred dollars in a hardware store, ropes, tape, your usal beginner kidnapper kit, and— Oh, my, my," you exclaimed in surprise, catching their attention.

"What is it?" you heard Rossi ask from the other side of the line.

"He spent about five hundred dollars at a place called Ms. Honey Bun's Toys For Adults. And I'm guessing they don't exactly sell over-complicated legos." you clarified.

They all exchanged amused looks at your statement, everyone but Hotch who simply kept his eyebrows furrowed.

"Anything else?" the boss finally asked.

"Nothing relevant, my love. Hope that helped." you said, your tone going back to professional since his seemed to be so as well.

"Swetheart, you always know how to help me." his tone had switched unpromted to a flirty one, indicating that there was a hidden meaning behind his words "And while you're free why don't check around if Ms. Honey's store has a website?" he indicated.

You beamed in your place and exclaimed a quick 'on it' as you hung up the phone.

On the other side of the line, Hotch kept hopelessly smiling at the speaker that had recently gone dead, with his particular i'm-not-really-smiling face that he so stubbornly wore at the office. He was too entranced to notice the entire team had gone quiet, simply staring in his direction. He finally raised his sight and realized he was the center of attention, which caused a confused look out of him.

"Honeymoon preparations?" Derek asked with his usual teasing tone.

Aaron had to clear his throat, trying to impose his authority again, before he spoke. "Everyone get back to work."

Needless to say, after Morgan texted the entire exchange to her, Penelope was very proud.

#blurb: hotch #blurb: fluff #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x reader #hotch x you #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner fic

[medicinal-doll]

His.

Pairing:Stepdad!August walker x reader

Summary:August just can't keep his hands to himself especially when it comes to his new wife's daughter.

Warnings:Dub-con/Non-con,p in v sex,assisted masturbation,Daddy kink,Dom/sub dynamic,degrading, Ddlg themes, teasing,mind-break,pet names,hint of spanking,manipulation,graphic depictions of sex/fluids

A/N: This one is a little dark so heed the warnings

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

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Smells of cheap meatloaf and roast beef soil your appetite as you're once again subjected to the cheap musings of your mother's delirious whims to appear as a capable homemaker

A smile crosses her features, distracting from the mellow putrid undertone of the meal. You gulp begrudgingly, accepting tonight as your last day on earth, as you hesitantly heap the lukewarm meatloaf onto the plastic china plate.

As you get your fill of poison, you meet eyes with your stepfather. His poker face trumps yours tenfold. The watery green beans pour onto his cheap dinnerware, and to the naked eye, he might appear content with the cooking. But as you gaze, you can see the subtle flaws of his facade: the slight furrowing of his brows, his lips pressed firmly into a tight, dull line, and the fact that he hasn't blinked since he sat down shows he shares your sentiments."

dimly lit and old worn lights give the atmosphere a yellow tinge as you feel the cotton from the torn seats torn under you.

Dingy is what one would call your dwelling but it's home nonetheless.

As the meal commences your mother decided to grace your ears with the exceedingly interesting tales of her customers from the diner.

And you might be slightly more inclined to listen and even be interested if it wasn't for the fact that she gets the same 3 regulars every time carrying on with their usual drunken shenanigans.

The low hum of the noisy air conditioner threatens to lull you to sleep you sigh trying your damnedest to appear not bored out of your mind as you twirl the fork in the stale macaroni contemplating if running away is an option for the thousandth time.

But that's when you feel something rough and clothed rub against your center

Your instincts cause you to slightly jump and close your legs at the unexpected intrusion thankfully your strange behavior goes unnoticed by your mother it looks like she's too immersed in her rant about some guy that decided to dine and dash.

The movement starts again and you try to calm yourself as it wriggles against your cotton panties.

You glance up at August as he nonchalantly scoops up a heap of meatloaf and chews it casually not giving you the time of day.

And seeing as you have two choices listen to your mother rave on about 'Homeless Pete' or indulge your step father's perverted game you choose the latter.

Steadying your breath you slowly open your legs and you swore you almost saw August crack a smirk.

The rough contact is more direct this time as he circles your entrance teasingly enough to get you worked up but not enough to truly satisfy your urges.

You glare daggers at august as you feel the sexual frustration nag at your brain and he briefly meets your eyes he stares at you coldy almost tauntingly so as if he's not blatantly prodding at you under the table.

August pops a green bean into his mouth before turning away from you engaging in your mother's conversation which he probably cares less about than you if that's even possible.

Fake laughter fills the room and you roll your eyes August notices your disdain and moves his big toe to rub up and down your clit.

You gasp lowering your head attempting to hide the creeping blush on your face from wandering eyes.

August rolls your clit in circles hastily.

As your family dinner starts coming to a close you feel your mind start to numb as you get that fuzzy feeling between your legs.

You widen your legs more shamelessly becoming addicted to the sensation.

You thought you couldn't get any more sensitive but then August slides your soaked undies to the side.

And you feel the unclothed flesh of his foot make contact with your bare clit and you swear you could pass out right then.

The rough thumb pad of his foot thumbs at your button hungrily determined to bring you to ruin before suppers over.

Your breathe starts to shudder as you can only focus on the pleasure building in your core.

"Right honey?!" Your mom beams at you for the first time since you've sat down.

You turn your flustered face in her direction but are sure not to make eye contact.

Augusts pace only quickens at you mother questioning and you feel juice from your pussy leak onto the leather of the seat.

"Y-yeah-m...mom right !"

Your mother frowns at your odd behavior "What's wrong you hot or sumthin?" She eyes you curiously.

You slowly nod your head as you feel yourself beggining to climax around Augusts foot doing your best not to look like your currently cumming your eyes out.

"Well you'll just have to go take a cold shower powers off till daddy's check comes in" she then gets up and grabs her and Augusts plate kissing him on the cheek then goes to drop them in the sink.

"Be sure to clean up, me and your dad need some alone time" she winks at him before shutting herself into the back bedroom.

You breathe out a heavy sigh still slightly spasming from the intense orgasm.you throw your head down on the kitchen table as you slowly come down from your high.

When your heart rate returns to normal you pick your head up, August being nowhere in sight. But the faint creaking of a rusty spring mattress are all the context clues you need to get up and start cleaning the kitchen after that nightmare dinner.

You almost fall on your ass when you leave your chair but regain your composure as you run the dishes under the hot water of the sink. losing yourself in its comfort and reminiscing about your latest encounter with Mr.Walker.

............

You're on your belly in the back bedroom and thankfully your mother is currently not occupying the space. Don't worry you made sure to move the sin stained blankets.

You're re-reading a book you "borrowed" from the local library lost in your own world when you hear your mother shout.

"I'm goin for cigarettes!!" Her scream pierces your ears as another unintentional eye roll consumes you.

It's not soon after that you feel cold rough hands brush against the meat of your flesh. you gulp nervously trying to ignore the ever increasing touches.

He got here faster than usual.it's no surprise your mothers whale noises aren't enough to satiate his hunger and as you've come to acknowledge there's only one girl who truly gets him off in all the wrong ways.

Needy caresses grip your thighs. You attempt to shrug them off by burying your head in your book but that gets more difficult to ignore as gentle touches turn into that of pure carnal lust.

August roughly massaging the fat of your butt in slow circles. each cheek being toyed by one of his big veiny hands as he pries them apart and squishes them back together. loving the feeling of opening and closing his prize.

Still you try to remain unfazed knowing that any hint of what he's doing has an effect on you will only edge him on further.

Walker places sloppy kisses along your bum lowly grunting in satisfaction. Somehow you manage to focus most of your attention on the writing and not walkers highly inappropriate advances. And all is well, that is until walker sinks his head face first in between your legs bumping his Grecian nose against your wet heat repeatedly. You squeak and shoot up taken aback by the sudden invasion.

'Walker!" You say throwing your stuffie Mr.snuggles at him.

He just chuckles at you "Didn't I say you can call me August?"

He slowly slides up next to you smelling of light cologne and aftershave you shift uncomfortably wondering why he would want to to be shackled with you and your hobo mom in a dingy trailer.

You turn away not wanting to give him the reaction he wants "She doesn't like it when I call you that Mr.Walker......." August tilts your head to face him "Well she's not here now is she" his eyes are dark and filled with salacious desires as he takes in your form with his eyes before searching yours luring you to him.

he smirks at the blush beginning to stain your cheeks brushing a light hair away from your face "It's okay bunny..." he says in a dark whisper lowering his head "there's something else I'd rather you call me anyway..."

Your noses nudge one another as he nears your face you being utterly helpless to stop hi-

"What kinda place doesn't sell fuckin cigarettes!!"

As if on instinct you both immediately tear away from one another.

"August drive me downtown this shit hole gas station ran out" your mother yells from the front of the trailer.

Walker sighs in deep sexual frustration at the unexpected interruption.Then reluctantly removing himself from his place beside you, swiping his keys from the dresser before eyeing you one last time with a tinge of something unfamiliar then leaving.

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Crickets chirp obnoxiously as nightfall descends upon the shabby trailer park. Your mother's cigarette smoke fills the air as you brush your teeth preparing for bed.

"Tell me when your father gets home" she mutters as she passes the bathroom not sparing you a glance as she shuts herself in the back bedroom.

After washing up you climb the ladder onto your bed which is a small ledge that rests above the driver and passenger seat it's not much but it's yours. You make yourself comfortable before resting your head and mind stirring from the events from the day and you try to ignore the fact that most of your thoughts linger on him..... and his unsolicited affection.

............

Groggily your eyes begin to peer open still unadjusted to the newfound darkness you sigh deeply as you start to come to. Brain slowly regaining it's consciousness, but there's something that feels weird though. What's that feeling betwee-Ah!

You involuntary yelp at whatever just swiped over your clit. If you weren't aware before you sure are now. You desperately try to wriggle away from whatever's causing it but big strong hands pull you back to the source and you pause. You struggle at the sense of familiarity to the situation. Whimpering softly into the pillow as August's hot salivated tongue runs itself over your most intimate and sensitive parts repeatedly.

You hate yourself for your pussy clenching around nothing. And you hate your body for this betrayal too as your womb practically begs to be fertilized by his spawn. You try to keep yourself quiet and hold it all together but August spreads your delicate petals and drives his big tongue deep into your hole.

You scream into the pillow, it not doing much justice to muffle your strangled cries of pleasure. Your outburst of course only spurs August on further as he writhes his tongue deep against your walls intent to make you lose your mind. You harshly grip on to the sheets stuffies anything to channel your energy into something that's not the multiple orgasms racking through your tummy as you coat Augusts lips in the slick nectar of your shame.

After a few more torturous strokes August has mercy on your puffy pussy and let's go of your legs. You sloppily shuffle away from him, still weak and mind extra vulnerable from the intense orgasm.

You sit up sniffling giving him the angriest expression you can muster up. But in reality it's just the cutest little grumpy pout. You meet August's eyes. His face caked in darkness and mind up to no good. it's only when your eyes drift further you see it.

Red-hot and angry 8 inch dick. So hard it slaps against the skin of his belly. Precum leaks out the tip like a broken faucet. It must be so hard it hurts. His tip twitches, seemingly getting more swollen with every lap his eyes take around your plush body.

Your eyes widen, your furious facade broken as you whine out in fear "G-go away August!-"  You stutter gripping your stuffie for dear life as it's your only defense from that monster of a cock threatening to pierce your soft guts.

August tilts his head at you. Eyeing you up like prey before focusing his gaze on the stuffie that's covering your private parts. And from the slight furrowing of his brow something tells you he isn't too keen on having his view blocked. August violently drags you by your ankle pulling your body to him. You feebly attempt to push him off as he climbs on top you.

You both fight for dominance though you can see there's a clear winner. August dodges your attempts to kick and throw him off as he manhandles your body till you're on your flat stomach.

August holds your wrists firmly above your head as he starts to peel your clothes off leaving a kisses over every area he finds. You sniffle quietly trying not to choke on your sobs as you plead with the relentless demon. "August! please-" you cry as he kisses along the sides of your ribcage "don't do this... you know how I get when you fuck me!" you struggle against him but he's not budging. Panic starts to set in when he ropes a finger around your lacy pink panties.

"August no! don't- you'll ruin me!!" you push against him putting the reserves of your strength into resisting him.

True fear starts to set in as your panties are torn from your butt completely at the mercy of Augusts sadistic wills. August snakes a hand around your hip pulling your bottom up then pressing your head down with the other. Your tears stain the pillow you mutter the word "no" under your breath like a mantra. it being the only defense you have left, but when you feel August's flared tip press against your heat you whimper pathetically at your weakness.

You feel August breach your wet little pussy painfully slow and a small squeak leaves your tender lips as his grip involuntarily tightens around your waist as your pussy desperately tries to suck him in and push him out all at once you whine shamefully as August plunges his fat cock deep inside your needy hole.

"F-fuck baby you're so tight" August grunts painfully against your ear every gasp and groan of his eliciting more of your sweet slick to drench his cock. Your body on the edge of an orgasm from just the stretch alone.

"August..please-" you say barely above a whisper as your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel him fully sheath inside of you.His throbbing cock tip knocking against your womb.

"Fuck baby-" August breathes out sighing heavily before kissing you on the sides of your temple "you take your daddy so fucking well princess" you whimper at his words sobbing internally.

"t-take it out" you pout.

August laughs darkly "Mmn..Sorry baby not yet daddy's not done with his pussy"

"It's not you- Ah!"

August removes his hand from your head and places it on the other side of your hip he pulls his cock out before thrusting it back all the way in roughly grinding his dick into every ring of your sensitive pussy.

A silent scream overwhelms you. Your body not yet fully able to process the amount of pleasure shooting up from your core. When August picks up his pace you can't stop the whimpers and whines that leave your mouth as August uses your pussy like a fleshlight.

"Aug-Ahh!! August No! Moms gonna hear it!-" you voice your complaints to him through a series of pleasurable cries and broken moans.

Little do you know August made sure to spike your mother's nightly cocktail so she won't be hearing much of anything but you don't need to know that.

"Oh no baby what would your mommy think of you fucking her husband hmm" he teases you cruelly slapping you on your ass as you yelp out.Then bending down to your ear the low tamber of his voice only adding to the wetness leaking from your pussy.

"I don't think she would like that very much dolly" he teases.

"Knowing her daughters such a slut for her step daddy"

You shake your head no furiously trying to convince yourself more than him.

"Aw look baby you can't stop cumming around me writhing those little hips and crying trying to make me feel bad"

"You're milking me dry honey look"

August grabs you leg and hoistes it in the air your exposed pussy stuffed with his cock completely on display "No! M'not...." You shut your eyes not daring to look at where you two are connected until A rough hand grabs a hold of your jaw. August forcing your head right where he wants your attention.

"Look at it baby, look at how pretty you are wrapped around your daddy" you close your eyes and shake your head still defiant but that wavers when August starts kissing your cheek and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. it's his scent and the feel of his meaty thighs smacking against your delicate ones. the subtle tickle of his mustache every time he kisses you.

"Come on pretty girl open up for me" He says in a deceivingly sultry tone.

ever so slowly you open your eyes. And as your pupils start to dilate from the erotic sight August knows you're all his.

August's hips, balls, and cock slap up against your dripping pussy all at once in a sinful unison. You whine losing a bit of your psyche every time his dick roughly pounds into that deep spot inside you.

But it's only when you get that tickly feeling in your core do you truly start to lose yourself. "Daddy-!....please.." you whine out pathetically his cock thrusting in and out of you. It being the only thing on your mind.

"No!August!! m'gonna cum-....stop it!!" August looks down at you with glazed over eyes fully possessed by lust you watch in horror as he licks a small strip up his thumb before placing it on your sensitive swollen little clit.

"Daddy No! Don't you'll break me!!" August relentlessly fucks into your flesh pussy intent on making you cum all over him rubbing your clit in dizzying hasty circles.

"F-Fuck!!ah-Ah!Daddy!!!!" You feel a foreign liquid leak from your vagina. Drenching you and August in the mystery liquid "Oh fuck baby is that all for me" he coos

Your face is red and blushed as you nod absentmindedly.

"Aw don't be shy princess give it to daddy" He teases.

"let daddy use his perfect little pocket pussy hm"

You're in a daze looking at him, far too cock drunk to say anything but the word yes.

"Make me cum lots okay baby"

You nod once again as you bounce on his dick his thrusts turning sloppy but more aggressive. As he nears his orgasm you turn into a bundle of rambles.

"Please fuck me daddy- " knock me up please! breed my little bitch hole up...."

August stares daggers into your soul as you feel him twitch inside of you with every word that spills from your lips.

"Mmm F-Fuck daddy! don't stop I'll do anything just please don't stop- S-shit"

"Look at me-" August moans, his mind just as gone as yours is if not more.

"Tell me whose pussy it is" his commanding tone sending shivers through your body.

You give him and adorable pout "it's your pu-Ah!" He smacks your ass it leaving a red hand print.

"You know what I want to hear dolly"

I-its..daddy's.. Puss-Ah!!"

Another harsh smack.

"Louder!"

"It's Daddy's pussy!!!"you cry out cumming on him all over again.

August grunts get low as he pushes your leg back down. Bracing you with both hands dug into your soft love handles and belly.

August thrusts into your pussy like there's not even a person attached to it. Dead set on making himself cum, coating every inch of your walls in hot spunk.

August thrusts his dick rapidly against your sensitive spot as your head drops to the pillow losing control of your limbs. The only thing left of you being that single mantra that runs in your mind and through your lips over and over as August sates himself with your broken body.

"Daddys..pusssy..d-addys..pusssy..dadddy..pusssy

daddyss-ah!mhn..."

August cums in the deepest part of you. Hot milk flooding into every crevice of your sore pussy.  Heavy breathes and pants fill the space as his heartbeat slows.

Your legs are shaking.Not that you notice but August does. He scoops up your trembling form like you're made of glass. Like he's not the reason you can't form one coherent thought.

"Come here dolly it's okay I know daddy's here I got you" he coos.

You sink into his warmth, sweat glistening his chest. your mind thoroughly stirred but his scent and presence calms you.

August places the sweetest tender kiss against your lips and the rest of the world ceases to exist. All you know is that he broke you, but then cradled you like you were the only thing left in the world. whatever happens from now on doesn't matter and frankly you don't give a shit.

As long as your his.

August's special little dolly.

#august walker smut #august walker x reader #dark!henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x reader #dark x reader

[creedslove]

DESERVE IT - PART FIFTEEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Javier does his best to apologize to you, which isn't a lot but it is enough, especially when he decides he needs an important answer from you

Warnings: smut, oral sex (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff

A/N: Hi besties this is a very short chapter compared to the ones I've written before but I covered everything I needed to in this one. It is not my best work but it is not my worst either, I hope you guys will like it because I loved it and it's soooo cute 🥺🥺🥺

• PART ONE TO FOURTEEN ON MY MASTERLIST

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If you had the guess the cause of your death, you would have guessed: Javier Peña

Because that devilish man, was indeed, the death of you.

He chewed you up and spat you out and you didn't even complain about it because he could make you cry and whimper and beg you for more.

And that was exactly what happened. After nearly giving you a heartache, of pretty much breaking up with you, disappearing for several hours at night and making you sure you would be alone, Javier got into his apartment, fell onto his knees, your knees, called himself a dog at your feet and then started eating you out.

You barely reacted other than throwing your back against the wall for balance and whimpered. Loud. And then you moaned and called your name. And a part of you had a petty desire of screaming his name as loud as you could, so you could get in the way of Steve's and Connie's fight because there was no way he could get away with that behavior without being scolded by his wife, and then, in case they had already finished their argument and went to bed, you wanted to wake them up, by showing them unlike what Steve had said, you and Javier were going strong, that you were a real couple, that your relationship was for real, no matter what Steve, or anything thought of it, you loved Javi and he loved you.

"Fuck you Javier" you whimpered as he only raised his brown eyes at you, but didn't stop his mouth from wrapping around your clit, suckling on it and dragging another moan from you.

You gripped his hair, the same forceful grip he had on your hair when you blew his cock, he often fucked your face, so it was only fair you fucked his face.

You looked at him and bit your lips ``listen to me, Javier'' you managed to mumble between moans and pulled his head away from your cunt, watching as he swallowed and ran his tongue over his lips, smearing with your wetness. Javi had the puppiest eyes in the world as his thumb wiped a drop of your honey and he paid close attention to what you had to say "you don't get to do shit like that and then come back here, so if you wanna make it up to me, you gotta do it good, Javier. You got me? You gotta make me scream'' you said, staring daggers at him.

He swallowed again and nodded once more, he would do anything you asked him, commanded him, demanded him if it meant you would stay with him. He was so into you it was pathetic and now he couldn't even hide it anymore, you were a necessity, an obsession, something he craved and begged for every day and night.

You gripped his hair again and pulled it rather painfully "me has dicho que eres como un perro a mis pies, ¿No? Entonces, muéstrame"

You didn't often speak Spanish with him, but when you did it was enough to drive Javier Peña insane, it was like adding the code and pressing the buttons to set off a bomb.

He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your center closer to his mouth. Your back was against the wall, at the same time he leaned forwards, his big hands guiding your legs to his shoulders, and his face back deep into your core.

His jeans were tight and his cock throbbed inside of his pants, but at that moment Javier was so hungry for you, he was at your feet, savoring your sweet, juicy cunt and he wanted that forever.

His hands went from the side of your thighs to your lower belly, your skin always felt like butter under his rough touches and he carefully used them to spread your lips open, revealing you entirely for him.

Javi could see your clit hard and sensitive, twitching at the air as he stopped to watch his work of art. He smirked softly and gently kissed it, drawing whimpers from you.

"Don't tease me, perro" you gripped his hair again, feeling a little annoyed and gasped as you felt Javier's teeth scraping softly against your bare clit. He very softly placed a love bite on it, making you squeal and immediately suckled on it, as air escaped your lungs and you moved your hips against his face.

His knees hurt and his shoulders burned but he didn't give one single fuck, he was having his time with you and even if he had to take all the painkillers in the world it would be completely worth it. The way he devoured you was something else, Javier had always been a great pussy eater, but at that moment he wanted to blow your mind and he was achieving his goal as your legs shook and you tried as best as you could to sustain your own weight.

Javi's tongue explored your pussy, sliding it up and down and finding your pouring hole, your sweet juices floating his mouth as he tongue fucked you, going as deep as he could, feeling your internal walls squeezing it at the same time his perfect curved nose brushed against your clit, driving you insane.

You were so caught up in your pleasure, calling his name like a prayer and never wanting it to stop, but the urgent knot on your lower belly sent shivers down your spine and before you could even warn Javi you were cumming.

Hard.

For him, on him.

Javi couldn't sustain your weight any longer and as you came and convulsed in his mouth he pulled you to his lap, the two of you on the floor, tiredly as you stared into his eyes, you leaned in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and wrapping yourself around him, wanting him so close to you, your bodies tangled together, his scent on you. You broke the kiss and cupped his cheek, staring into his eyes, as he helped you get your dress off, revealing your naked form for him.

Javi's lips latched onto your nipples, one at a time, licking them and suckling on it, as your hands ran through his hair, softly now, gentle even.

Javi was still completely silent, he hadn't dared say a word, but one simple command escaped his lips.

"On all fours now, cariño" he whispered against your ear and watched as you got in position for him, which you gladly did, spreading your legs wide for him. Your sex glistening with your cum, all for him again.

Javi gave you one last lick, his tongue running through your slit, flicking your sensitive clit and going to your asshole, circling it gently before he smacked your cheek with one hand.

The other unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock, pre cum glistened on his tip, as he was so ready for you.

He didn't take long to get inside of you, getting his length as deep as he could and moving his hips, fucking you as hard and fast as he wanted, on the floor, like the two animals you were.

When you finally got off the floor, Javi held you by the waist, taking you to bed, throwing his body heavily against the mattress and pulling you for a kiss. Just as he predicted, his entire body ached, but it was worth every second of it. He still hadn't explained or apologized, he didn't know how to start. What was he supposed to say?

That he went nuts when Steve mistreated you? That the guilt he felt from his past actions almost cost him his relationship with you because for a moment he really thought you'd be better off without him and that he should leave you alone to live your life with someone who actually was worth of your love? Or should he start by telling you about how he broke into Judy Moncada's house and the only reason why he wasn't a dead body being dumped in some shallow grave in the middle of woods was because she thought his attitude was actually amusing?

No, he couldn't do that, he couldn't say those things. It would be just a mix of embarrassing and stupid, but you read him like a book and you just knew he was avoiding talking to you.

"Javi… we need to talk" you said but he frowned as he looked at your knees and saw the bruise forming on them from being on the floor while he railed you "shit, princesa, let me take care of it…" he got up and went to the bathroom, returning some moments later with a bottle of lotion you'd left there sometime shortly after you'd started dating and squirted something onto his hand, sitting next to you and applying it to your knees, massaging them gently along with your thighs.

"You do know we need to talk, Javier" you broke the silence though you could feel yourself melting onto the couch at your boyfriend's ministrations on your skin. You had just had a real tiring day, too many emotions all at once, and to finalize things, you had orgasmed hard, more than once, so it was a fair assumption his little massage was making you less and less willing to have a serious talk with him.

You knew it was his intention all along, but at that point, it felt like it didn't even matter. You closed your eyes and relaxed but opened them again as your felt Javi's fingers on your clit, circling it and making your legs twitch

"No amor, please… it's too sensitive now" you bit your lips and stared at him, who nodded and kissed his way up your thighs, getting on your stomach and resting his head on it. Javier's arms wrapped around your figure and snuggled there, falling into a comfortable silence. He let his thoughts run freely and forget all about what happened earlier. He was taken back to the warmth of the weather in Laredo, the green of the fields, the small city and the familiarity of it. He liked picturing you there, always dressed beautiful in summer dresses, not so different from Colombia after all, he liked imagining you running along with him, going to the stables and petting the horses, because Javier was sure you would be the kind of girl who would love to pet the horses, and he was also sure the horses would gladly let you pet them, because you were impossible to resist, and that, he knew for a fact.

He sighed as his dreams were so sweet, he loved daydreaming about that, and when you began playing with his hair, then he felt he had died and gone straight to heaven.

You loved to feel him nuzzling your womb, he looked like a lazy old cat sprawled all over you, and it warmed your heart. It was something so simple, so domestic and once it seemed so out of reach, when you thought you and Javier would never be able to have that, you even thought you would never be able to be more than just a lay for Javier, but there you were. You were with your man, in a sweet moment, late at night, giving him all the affection he needed, he craved but he thought he didn't deserve it.

He was relaxed and kept his eyes closed, but you knew he wasn't asleep, so you thought it was time to bring things up.

"Javi… we need to talk about tonight… I'm so sorry I acted that way, but I wasn't expecting Steve being such a dick, and I know I told you many times I don't hold your past against you, but I can't help being jealous of you, because you are attractive and handsome and even hookers want you" you sighed "but I know you are mine just as I am yours, but it still makes me jealous" you admitted as Javi opened his eyes and looked at you. He gave you a sad look, and you knew what he meant. He couldn't erase his past, and he couldn't undo those things. God knew he would have if he had the chance, but he was already thankful you loved him without judgment.

Javi licked his lips softly and stroked your hand, as you continued

"And I got also very worried about you and what he said about Los Pepes, please Javi, be careful, don't do anything stupid because if something happens to you I am sure I'm gonna die"

He swallowed hard and got even closer, cupping your cheek and looking into your eyes. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, heart heavy in his chest at your words. Javier Peña almost sacrificed himself so many times at work, but it wasn't just because he cared about his job, about the people and the country he was currently living in. But it wasn't just because of that, he was also lost, personally lost, he had nothing to actually live for, nothing that held him back, but he was tired of it. He was tired of screwing things up, of endangering himself like that, he wanted to be safe for once, because now he had something good, he didn't want that life any longer and above all, he didn't want to make you suffer.

"Y/N I'm gonna ask you something and I want you to know that I ain't joking, I need an answer, a real one" he said as he licked his lips once more and rubbed the back of his neck, watching as you nodded, both on curiosity but also anxiety. You had no idea what he wanted.

"Will you marry me?" He asked and you felt your heart was bursting out of ribcage. You couldn't even believe your ears and if he hadn't warned you he wasn't joking or if he wasn't staring at you apprehensively, you would have been sure it was just a joke.

"What?" It was all you could whisper at him, tears slowly flooding your eyes, as the emotions were getting more and more intense.

"Not right now, cariño and it doesn't have to be in Colombia, it can be when we get our beautiful life in the ranch, and I get if you are afraid of answering me, I know you've had your heart broken by someone you loved once and that you were left at the altar and fuck, I also know I am a walking red flag but I need to know if we have a chance, I need to know if I will have something to fight for, something to-"

You interrupted him by placing your lips against his, closing the distance between you two as you cupped his cheek and deepened the kiss. You didn't need him to say anything else, it wasn't even necessary and you didn't want him to fall into another round of self-deprecating thoughts.

You broke the kiss, smiling as you stared into his eyes and nodded, feeling the happiness overflowing you. Absolutely nothing else mattered in the world but you and Javier, who was going to become of soon-to-be husband.

"Of course I'll marry you Javi"

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A/N: hey besties, I hope you have enjoyed this chapter, our story is almost over and well, I want Javi and reader to have their happy ending soon 😍🥺 😍🥺😍🥺

I mean, would you say no to marrying this mf?

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thanku for tagging me @swimmingblues i love doing these!! ☀️💞

1. were you named after anyone?

nope

2. last time you cried?

three nights ago! uhh ok so get it. i knew that there would be a day where i would have more old friends than old, but i didn’t think it would come so soon.. the realisation hit me hard. i’d like to think that i would know how they would like their coffee today. i’d like to think that i still know how to intertwine my hands with theirs. but yeah.. to think at some point in time, our hands and feet were the same size, we thought that the now was forever. to think that forever wasn’t a haunting waiting to happen ... ASH SHUT UP

3. do you have children?

fuck to the no nope never hell nah nooooooooooo

4. do you play sports?

i used to play basketball ... now i play tennis sometimes (rarely)

5. do you use sarcasm?

only w people i’m close with.

6. whats the first thing you notice about people

i’m a virgo so like. everything but i pay v close attention to their character & behavior & oh posture!

7. whats your eye color?

dark brown 😚

8. scary movies or happy endings?

BOTH!

9. talents?

i can argue and surf like a pro (lying) 🏄‍♀️

10. where were you born?

in a hospital duh

11. what are your hobbies?

taking long naps, listening to music, going on really long walks, reading, watching movies, posting & reblogging stuff on tumblr.com :) i like to visit museums & beaches as well!

12. do you have any pets?

sadly no but i want one

13. how tall are you?

5’10 / 177.80 cm

14. favorite school subjects?

biology 🧬

15. dream job

italian mob wife or “the talk of the town” 😋

tagging everyone in the world but also @twoheadedfawnn @twinprime @cigarbruise @raqhaelia @chandajaan @cowgirlrising @wvterways @new-november-moons @andrew3garfield @srdcovka <3

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Rainbow in the Dark

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. ADULT THEMES HEAVILY DISCUSSED.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of bleeding, grief, loss, depressing behaviors, sexual situations, smut, sex (p in v sex), breeding kink? maybe? (depends how you look at it I guess but I intended it to be more like a husband just really wanting another baby with his wife because that's both of their end goals). If I forgot anything, let me know. 

Author's Note: This part one. There will be a part two to this. I am working on several different things right now so please bare with me and be patient. :) This is the start of a Dad!Joe series. I will be making a separate section on my master list. This follows my "Stuck With You" series which can be found on my master list :)

@josephs-quinns @kellysimagines

It had been one week past Amelia's third birthday. It was hard to believe your baby girl was three years old. To you and your husband, Joseph it felt like it had just been yesterday. You and Joe had been keeping a secret from your three-year-old daughter—you were pregnant again. You were ten weeks pregnant. You had begun to experience morning sickness—the first sign you were pregnant again. That was one of the first signs you were pregnant with Amelia.

Your last check-up was perfect—Baby Quinn was growing on schedule, and everything looked great. That's what your OB had said. At your daughter's third birthday party you had to sneak away every few hours—becoming nauseated at the slightest thing, especially certain food. You were living on saltines and water that particular day. Some were worse than others. His mom would come in the bathroom and check on you while Joe was busy trying to help with the party. Joe would make his way in the bathroom a few minutes after his mom, however, saying he was never too busy to check on you. 

You'd smile even after throwing your guts up, knowing Joseph was an amazing dad. You had picked an amazing man to be the father of your kids. Joe was super excited that you were pregnant again. You all had decided since Amelia was getting ready to turn three, it was a good time to start trying again. It didn't take long for you all to end up pregnant. Today, you felt super fatigued. No nausea or vomiting. You hadn't had those in a few days. Joseph was leaving to do an interview, stating he should be home fairly early.

You decided to start cleaning the house—Joe insisted on light housework. Only sweeping, laundry, dishes, and tidying up rooms. No mopping, vacuuming or lifting heavy things. He would do those for you. You had a load of laundry started, Amelia was down for a nap for the time being. You decided to close your eyes just for the length of her nap. 

Your eyes shot open at the sound of your alarm going off—Amelia's pediatrician recommended an hour nap now that she was three and would be starting preschool next fall. You raised off the couch, feeling a slight gush. Nothing major, but enough to cause concern to grow. It felt more like a period that you wouldn't be having right now. Your face crinkled in confusion, placing a hand on your stomach easily. You were cramping worse now.

Ascending the stairs, you made the first stop in the bathroom. Just to check everything. You were paranoid. You couldn't help it. You slid your sweatpants down easily, immediately seeing bright, red blood. 

"Oh shit.", you sighed easily. A sick feeling pooling in the pit of your stomach. You gulped down your emotions quickly.

You had never bled like this with Amelia. A little spotting, but nothing in comparison. You quickly debated what course of action to take. Within seconds, you decided going to the emergency room was the best choice. You'd call Joe once you got there, not to worry him right at the second. You slid out of the bathroom easily, going to Amelia's room. She was still sleeping. You took a deep breath, trying to find Joe's mom and dad's number.

"Hello dear.", his mom sing-songed into the phone. 

"Hey, is there a chance you could watch Amelia for me?", your voice was shaky, on the brink of tears but you were choking those back. 

"Absolutely dear, is everything okay?"

You silently shook your head but realized she couldn't see you. You'd have to use words. "No, I'm bleeding."

His mom was silent on the other end of the line. "Oh—okay dear, are you home?"

You could tell the change in her voice. She was concerned, realizing this situation was serious. 

"Yes, Amelia's asleep but I'm gonna wake her up and I can bring her to your all's house.", you sighed, wondering what was going to happen. 

"Okay, sweetheart. Just don't rush. Do you want me to call Joseph? Are you sure you're okay to drive? Do we need to come and get you?"

"No—not yet. I'll be okay. I'm going to go to the emergency room and see what they say."

"We'll just come to you, dear. Just stay home and we'll be right there.", his mom insisted.

"Okay, thank you.", your voice broke, and you felt the tears coming.

"Alright, honey. We love you. We'll be right there."

"We love you.", you sighed, the tears finally sliding down your cheeks.

You quickly wiped them away with your long sleeves as you opened the door to Amelia's room, immediately putting on a brave face for her. She was starting to wake up, rubbing her eyes. 

"Hey baby.", you sniffled slightly, eyeing her.

"Hi, mommy."

You kissed her head, brushing through her shoulder-length curly hair. It was just like Joseph's. Identical. 

"Did you sleep good?", you asked her.

She nodded excitedly. 

You kissed her head again, hugging her. She looked up at you with her big brown eyes. You felt like you were looking at a small copy of Joseph. You may have carried her for nine months, but she was Joe made over. Even some of her mannerisms. 

"Listen, nan and grandad are coming to watch you for a little bit, okay?", you eyed her.

"Okay, mommy."

As curious as children usually are, you were glad she wasn't asking more questions. You sat there just watching her grab her teddy bear. The one she almost cried over—Joe caving and buying it for her. He couldn't stand to see her cry. When her lip trembled, he caved. Almost every time. She was his baby girl and she has him wrapped around her little finger. Ever since the day she was born.

"Do you want to come with mommy in her and daddy's room?", you asked her.

She nodded easily climbing off her bed as you both headed for your bedroom. You grabbed a few things just in case they decided to keep you. The photo of you and Joe with Amelia that was taken right after she was born caught your eye. You swallowed the lump in your throat. Eyeing your phone, you were timing how long you figured it would take Joseph's mom and dad to get to your house. 

Before you knew it, your doorbell rang and you perked up instantly. You and Amelia headed downstairs and you opened the door, revealing Joseph's parents. 

"Hey dear.", his mom smiled sympathetically before hugging you.

You exchanged hugs with both of them before Amelia popped out from around you.

"Nan! Grandad!", she smiled excitedly as she ran to them, her grandad picking her up and kissing her head. 

"Do you need one of us to drive you?", his mom asked you quietly as Joseph's dad took Amelia and went into the living room and tickled her, causing her giggles to fill the room. 

You shook your head. "I think I'll be okay."

"Dear, we just don't want anything to happen to you."

Part of you just wanted to be alone. You were beginning to instantly feel isolated, your emotions running wild inside of you. If something was going wrong with your pregnancy, you didn't much feel like having an audience. You loved Joseph's mom. She treated you like her daughter but you didn't want to cause her any more grief or pain in the process. If you were losing your baby, you just wanted Joe.

"I think I'll be okay. I don't feel dizzy or weak. I'll call you as soon as I make it to the hospital. Amelia wants to spend time with her nan."

His mom gave you a concerned, sympathetic glance. "Call us and let us know you made it. And if something else is happening, call Joseph. Please."

"I will.", you promised.

She hugged you again, you closing your eyes, listening to Amelia's giggles and her grandpa laughing with her. 

"We love you, Y/N."

Her words replayed in your head as you drove to the hospital, the cramps becoming increasingly worse. You winced as you turned off, the hospital fifteen minutes away. Those fifteen minutes felt like an eternity. The hospital finally came into view and you pulled in near the emergency room entrance. You locked the car, grabbing your purse and small bag before going inside. You registered at the desk, telling them your symptoms.

Even the registrar's expression appeared concerning. The sick feeling in the pit of your stomach grew, realizing this probably wasn't going to end well. However, part of your mind wanted to remain positive. You waited in the waiting room for maybe three minutes before a nurse called you back. She took you to a private room, getting your vitals, height, and weight. She asked what brought you in today. You told her, describing your symptoms in detail. 

Her eyes widened as she asked, "How far along are you?"

"Ten weeks and three days.", you sighed, looking at the tiled floor. 

The nurse nodded. "I'll be back." 

She vanished. You called Joe's mom very quickly in the meantime, letting her know you had made it safely. It was five minutes before the doctor came in. 

"Mrs.Quinn, we are going to do some lab work if that's okay with you. When did your bleeding start? We are afraid you may be having a miscarriage.", the female doctor eyed you. 

Miscarriage. That word knocked the wind out of your sails, sucker-punching your gut. You didn't want to believe that. You didn't want to admit that it was happening to you.

"Yes, that's fine. And today. Just today.", you sighed, trying to ignore the last sentence. 

"Alright, we will be back, okay?"

You nodded, deciding it would be best to make the phone call to Joseph now. Your hands shook, tears threatening to fall as you grabbed your phone, unlocking it. You eyed your last ultrasound picture before moving to your call log, hitting Joseph's contact. It rang just three times before he picked up, startling you.

"Hey love, is everything okay?"

"Um you're not busy are you, Joe?", you sighed, your voice threatening to break.

"No, just finished up. What's wrong?"

He immediately sensed something was wrong in the sound of your voice. 

"Is Amelia okay?", he asked, quickly.

"She's fine but I'm at the hospital."

"What happened, baby?", he asked suddenly, worry and concern evident in his voice.

"Um,", your voice cracked, tears beginning to fall. "Well, they're getting ready to do some lab work. They're afraid—just can you come to the hospital, please? I need you.", you begged.

"I'll be right there. Where's Amelia?", he asked quickly and you heard him shuffling on the other end of the line.

"At home with your mom and dad."

You heard him unlocking the car and getting in, starting it. You choked tears back, not wanting him to worry and speed trying to get to the hospital. You sighed, just wanting to hide under a rock. You hated this. This was something you had never dreamed would happen to you. 

"I'll be there as soon as I can, baby. Just hold tight. I love you.", he said breathlessly.

You nodded, your voice breaking. "Okay, I love you too."

You clicked off your phone as the phlebotomist came in to draw those dreaded labs—the one that would test how much HCG was in your blood and would tell you whether you were losing your baby. Another part of you and Joseph. You watched your blood run into the tube, praying that your baby was alright and they could do something. They finished drawing your blood, and the phlebotomist slipping out of the room. 

Joe slid into the room. His brown eyes were wide with concern. His was face crinkled between concern and confusion. Silent at first, he slid over to you, taking a seat in the chair beside the stretcher. He silently grabbed your hand, a sigh finally escaping his lips.

"They think you're losing the baby, don't they?", he asked quietly.

His words sent a pang through your chest. Seeing Joe hurt was the icing on the cake—the thing that was finally going to do you in.

You nodded.

He closed his eyes, rubbing behind his ear. This was a coping mechanism for him to try and focus on something else. His face was blank, no emotion evident. You wanted to break down and cry right then and there. He opened his eyes, water filling them now. It killed you to see him like this. If you were losing your baby, that was hard. But this was also hard—watching the man you love crumble in front of you. 

He blinked several times to try and stop his tears from escaping. His face was growing flushed. You finally lost it, beginning to sob in your hands. You heard him begin sniffling, feeling his hand rub up and down your back, him kissing your head. You drew your hands away from your face. Joseph had tears in his eyes, one even sliding down his cheek. He took his free hand to wipe it away, keeping his eyes focused on you. 

Truth be told, he felt gutted. But he was more worried about you. He knew this would hurt you, and make you feel like less of a woman. He knew he had to hold it together for you. It was okay to show you he hurt, but now he'd have to reel himself back in. You all had a three year old at home who needed you both. She was your all's life. 

"I would have come immediately."

You looked up at him. "I didn't—I didn't want to worry you."

He smiled weakly as he wiped the tears sliding down your cheeks. "Baby, you have went through most of this alone. That kills me."

You sighed sadly. "It's okay. I just—did what I needed to do."

"It's not okay, I'm your husband. I want to be there for you."

He eyed your all's hands, admiring your wedding rings. You all said for better and for worse. This was worse. He placed soft kisses on your cheek, hoping to convey how much he loved you. There was absolutely no lust behind them. Joseph was one of the only things keeping you going right now. Amelia and Joseph. That's who you had to focus on. 

"Mrs.Quinn.", the doctor's voice finally spoke, her entering the small room, causing you and Joe to immediately look in her direction.

"I'm Dr. Thomas. We're going to order an ultrasound to be sure and send you to the OB unit for tonight. We've reviewed your labs in comparison to your last doctor's visit. Your levels have dropped. There's no easy way to say this, but this leads us to believe you are indeed having a miscarriage."

You and Joe immediately exchanged glances, sobs beginning to escape you as you leaned over into him, crying. Joe took his free hand, covering his own eyes and doing his best not to cry. You heard small sobs he was choking back. 

It finally clicked in your head—the cramps, the bright red, bleeding, nausea, and vomiting disappearing almost immediately. 

Dr. Thomas eyed you both sympathetically. "I can imagine this is very devastating news. We are going to go ahead and transfer you to the OB unit. They'll get you settled in and do further assessments. I'm so sorry.", she spoke, leaving the room to give you all time to process this loss.

It was no time before two OB nurses came to take you both to the OB unit. They took you via stretcher. Joseph held your hand the entire way. He made the phone call to his mom that they were keeping you overnight. 

"Hey mom, it's Joe. They're going to keep Y/N for the night. Yeah. Yes. Unfortunately, they think she's losing the baby.", his voice broke. "Tell Amelia we love her. Give her kisses from us. We love you too. Bye, mom."

You could only hear the one-sided conversation. Hearing him say it made you feel even worse—feeling like you failed as a mother. Your job was to keep your baby safe and you couldn't even do that. What kind of mom did Amelia have? The thoughts made you feel worse, slowly beginning to slip you into a depression. One it would take you a while to get out of. 

The nurses gently helped you over into a bed. They helped you into a gown and change clothes. You prayed Joe didn't see where you had been bleeding. But it was so bad, it bled through your sweatpants. He noticed but didn't say anything. They took your vitals again, asking you the same questions the nurse had in the ER. The story was the same. You felt a gush and went to the bathroom, noticing bright, red bleeding. They assured you the OB would be in shortly. Dr. Bennett who delivered Amelia and had been with you from the beginning.

Dr. Bennett came in, her expression was more somber than usual. She greeted you both before explaining she was going to perform the ultrasound to see if it was a complete miscarriage. She put the cold gel on your stomach. The situation was so different in comparison to just a few weeks ago. You both were so happy to see your second baby. Joe's face was filled with excitement like it was Christmas morning, causing you to giggle at him. He had kissed your head, telling you how Amelia was going to be so jealous of her brother or sister. 

Now, you both were anxiously waiting for her to say the word 'miscarriage'. Joe looked at you sympathetically as she began to run the transducer over your stomach, scanning your baby. It was still, not moving. Not bobbing about as it had been weeks earlier. A small whimper escaped your lips before you covered your face, beginning to cry again. You felt like you were losing a part of yourself. You were. It killed Joe to see you cry. He brushed his hand through your hair easily, before kissing your head, sniffling, and fighting his own tears back. 

"I'm so sorry but you are having a miscarriage. Some tissue is left so we will be giving you some medicine to help you pass it since your body is having some issues doing it on its own. I'm so sorry, dear.", she eyed you. 

Your all's worst fear was confirmed. She left to give you all some privacy. The world felt like it was crashing down on top of you all. You knew you needed to be thankful you all had Amelia but it didn't fix the fact that you'd never know who this baby would have been. Would it have been a boy or girl? Would it have acted like Joseph or you? Looked more like you or him? You'd never get to hold it in your arms, kiss its head, or rock it to sleep. It was a harsh reality to come to terms with.

The night was long, you or Joe barely sleeping. The medicine made you feel like you were in labor again but it was helping you pass your baby. Joe would go to the bathroom with you each time as you sobbed looking at the sight you left behind you. You all would stand in front of the mirror, him holding you in his arms as tight as he could, rocking you back and forth. 

It was the same he had done when you were struggling, in labor with Amelia. You were in a lot of pain, trying to decide if you wanted an epidural or not. At that point, you were still unsure. He would just rock you back and forth in his arms, your IV pole in tow, kissing your head and telling you how strong you were and how amazing it was what you were doing for him—for you both. However, right now, you felt anything but. You felt weak and broken. 

You were released the next day and told you had passed the majority at the hospital but if your bleeding was heavy and extended into another week to come back. Dr. Bennett wanted you back at the office in a week. Joseph's mom had brought some more clothes for you since the ones you wore in were soiled. You didn't need a more painful reminder right now. Joseph helped you put your clothes on, you wincing every time a cramp came. Joseph said you could go to bed when you got home. He'd get his parents to come back for your car.

Joseph held your discharge papers as they wheeled you down in a wheelchair. He had parked out front in anticipation for this moment. The last time you were wheeled out of this hospital, you had a baby in your arms. You had nothing this time. He opened the passenger door, careful to help you inside. You eased down, wincing and trying to keep from being weak and crying some more. The nurses and Joseph had seen enough of that in your opinion. 

Joseph thanked the nurses for everything before he went to the driver's side and climbed in. He eyed you carefully. He could see the pain in your eyes and on your face. 

"I love you.", he spoke softly.

"I love you too.", you turned to look out the window. 

You dreaded going home in a way. It felt bad to say but you dreaded having to put on a brave face for Amelia. You didn't know if you could. Everything was ripping apart at the seams. Before you knew it, you had arrived home. Joseph shut the car off and got out before coming over to help you out. You hated moving as it hurt extremely bad.

"I'm so sorry, love. I wish I could take the pain away."

"It's fine, Joe. I'll make it.", you whimpered easily as he helped you stand up. 

"I'm so sorry baby."

He helped you up the steps of your porch before he unlocked the door. You had missed the familiarity of home. Your favorite candle burning. It just smelled comforting. You heard Amelia and her grandpa playing which caused a small smile to spread across your lips. You stepped in first, sliding your shoes off, just ready to go to your all's room and go to bed. 

"Go on and lay down, love. I'll take care of everything down here.", Joe smiled softly.

You could tell this was hitting him hard too, but he had a better way of reeling himself back in as to not show his emotions so much. 

"Daddy?", Amelia called out loudly, instantly turning her attention from her grandparents. 

You gulped, knowing she would come running for Joseph. She knew his voice even though he was trying to be quiet. Joseph's parents watched as she ran to you both.

"Daddy! Mommy!", she squealed as she ran to you both, Joseph picking her up instantly. 

She kissed her daddy's cheek and it was the most adorable thing—the thing that usually made your ovaries ache. Now, it was making you ache differently. Trying not to ruin Joe and Amelia's moment, you turned away and held back tears. Joseph eyed you, noticing your silent pain.

"Daddy? Is mommy sad?"

Joseph looked back at Amelia. He was stunned and didn't know what to say. 

"Well, yes. Mommy just had something sad happen to her.", he answered honestly.

She reached for you. "Baby?", Joe asked easily, causing you to turn around.

"Mommy.", she reached her hands out. 

You couldn't help but come over to Joseph and allowed her to hug you while he held her. The doctor instructed you not to lift right now as it would make your bleeding worse. 

"I love you.", Amelia smiled.

"Mommy loves you, Amelia.", you eyed her, choking back tears. 

"Let's go play with nan and grandad, why don't we? Mommy needs to lay down and rest.", Joseph eyed her as he kissed her head again.

"Okay.", she agreed easily. 

Joseph kissed you before telling you he loved you and he'd be up to check on you shortly. You immediately heard his mom and dad greeting him and asking him if you were doing okay. Continuing up the stairs, you opened the door to your bedroom, instantly feeling fatigued. You closed the bedroom door, slid into your bed, covered up, and lay there in silence. You were finally alone and cried in solitude. Joseph had been very supportive but they said mothers grieve differently than fathers. 

This routine would go on for a couple of weeks before you finally found the strength and courage to get back to yourself. Joseph worried about you for two entire weeks. You barely ate and when you did, it wasn't a lot. You seemed very complacent. You weren't yourself but he understood. You both were suffering a loss. Somehow, he found strength in all of it and you admired him for that. That was one reason you married him in the first place. He always found the brighter side of things. 

He was keeping Amelia very occupied. You felt guilty, feeling like Joe was playing both roles for those couple of weeks. Joseph insisted he didn't mind. You felt as if you were failing Amelia in the process. You were letting a baby you didn't know cause you so much grief. Joe reminded you that it was your all's baby and it was okay to grieve. Dr. Bennett cleared you and recommended you wait a little while to try again just for your mental health. There was no certain reason you miscarried and Dr. Bennett assured you not to blame yourself. 

Joseph didn't push you to be intimate with him. Matter of fact, you worried you were growing apart. You knew sex wasn't everything but you hated lying in bed beside him and just sleeping all the time. Joseph sometimes fell asleep with Amelia after reading her a story. You tried to understand. But at times, it felt like he was rejecting you too. Every time of the month just reminded you that you lost your baby. You couldn't keep it safe no matter how hard you had tried.

Ten weeks had passed since you lost your baby. Joseph's mom and dad had agreed to keep Amelia for the evening so you and Joseph could go out to dinner. Dinner went fine and you felt as if you both reconnected after the tragedy you had faced. By the time you got back home, Joseph's mom and dad informed you Amelia was asleep. You all thanked them for watching her before you both went upstairs. Joseph sat on the bed, taking his shoes off before undoing his tie. 

Quiet was thick between you all. 

"Baby?", Joseph asked, turning to you. 

"Yes?", you asked.

This was it. This was the moment he was going to tell you it was over. He couldn't do this anymore. He had been too stressed out taking care of Amelia and doing everything. You had failed them both too.

"Can I ask you something?"

You nodded, feeling the sick, anxious feeling rise in your stomach. 

"Do you think maybe—we could try again?", he asked, unbuttoning his dress shirt halfway, revealing his chest. "Do you feel ready?"

You looked down at your bed. "I couldn't keep the baby safe."

Joe sighed easily before taking you in his arms. "Baby, it's nothing you did wrong."

"I've been such a shitty mother lately. I've let you and Amelia down. What makes you think I'll be a good mom to another baby?", you sighed, feeling pain in your chest.

Joe took your face in his hands easily, causing you to look directly in his eyes. "You're an amazing mother. You're so strong. You gave Amelia life, that's more than I could ever do. If it happens, it's going to be great. You'll be so adorable pregnant.", he chuckled, causing you to smile. "If not, we'll keep trying. This isn't a race. I just love seeing you as a mother. I love you, Y/N."

You couldn't help but let happy tears come into your eyes. "I love you too, Joe." 

You both hugged deeply before sharing a kiss—one that was deeper. 

"Why don't we relax first? They say it happens when you're relaxed and least expecting it.", Joe smirked at you, breaking the kiss.

You smirked. "You really did your reading?"

"Of course, love. I'll be right back.", he hopped off the bed, kissed you on the cheek, and headed straight for the bathroom. 

You heard the water running as you stood up, sliding out of your dress. You let your hair down before taking your earrings out. The bathroom door opened, causing you to eye the door. Joseph was standing there in just his boxers. A smirk across his face. You felt your cheeks heating up. It had been around three months since you all had been intimate. He walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, coming over to you. 

"Ready baby? The water's warm.", he smirked at you, feeling his breath on your cheeks. 

"Yeah.", you smiled as he allowed you to walk in front of him.

The bathroom was warm, bubble bath in the bathtub, he turned the lights down and lit some candles. You were surprised. He came behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, before kissing your neck and laying his head on your shoulder. You sighed easily as he reached for your bra, beginning to undo it. You leaned into him, the final snap undone, and your bra found itself on the bathroom floor. He kissed your shoulder blades as his hands began roaming over your chest, finding your breasts, him giving them a gentle squeeze.

"So beautiful.", he breathed in a sigh as you felt your nipples perk up under his touch. 

"You think so?", you hummed. 

You had been self-conscious of them since you had Amelia and breastfed her. You didn't feel like they had ever turned to their normal before you got pregnant. They had grown while you were pregnant with Amelia. Nothing too major just a couple of bra sizes. Joseph didn't mind it, however, you felt self-conscious. Your clothes didn't fit like they did before you got pregnant. Joseph reminded you anytime you got frustrated about your size that you were growing a baby—specifically his baby.

"Mhmm, you always look beautiful."

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as you slid your underwear down, his hands moving to your hips. His eyes went wide, finally seeing you. It was a huge step for the both of you since the miscarriage. Joe was happy to see you returning back to your normal self. Joseph followed suit and removed his boxers, you catch the first glimpse of him in three months. 

You watched Joseph climb in first, sinking himself down into the water, closing his eyes, and instantly relaxing. All he had on was one of his chains and your eyes widened, the familiar hot, aching feeling returning to the pit of your stomach. He was scooted towards the back of the tub, ready for you to join him. You gulped instantly as you threw one leg over into the bathtub, him holding onto your waist to steady you as you eased down into the water, your back turned to him. 

You fit right between his legs, laying back against his chest. You heard him exhale a sigh of relief. The water was up to your breasts once you leaned back against him. The water sloshed as he brought one of his hands and wrapped it around your waist and the other near your breast. He hummed softly, resting his head against the wall, giving you a little more room to lean back into him. 

"How does this feel?", he asked, softly.

It was very romantic and tender. You couldn't help but lean back into him further, really sinking into him and the water. 

"Good.", you lightly moaned.

He smirked as he rubbed your waist. "You know what we should talk about?"

"What?", you hummed, the water warm and relaxing.

"I just want you to know that I know you've been stretched thin.", he kissed your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You could hear the water lightly splashing as you both barely moved, the bathroom quiet otherwise. You prayed Amelia would stay asleep. You just needed a little longer. It felt so euphoric to be this close to Joseph, nothing standing between you all. The water didn't take away from being able to feel his touch or the sensations between you all. 

"Uh-huh.", you sighed, begging him to continue. 

You felt his breath against your cool neck as he lightly chucked, continuing. "And I just want you to know what an amazing wife and mother you are."

"Is that so?"

He nodded. "Absolutely, love." He placed both of his hands on your hips, running them up your stomach before they both encompassed your breasts, easily rubbing your nipples causing you to moan softly, filling the bathroom.

"Just amazing what your body has done—don't you think? Carried our Amelia for nine months, gave birth to her, breastfed her—must I go on?", he breathed as he softly kissed your neck, moving one of his hands down your stomach. 

"Joe."

"Hmm?"

"You're praising me for just doing what women are designed to do."

His one hand remained on your breasts, his fingers rubbing your nipple, perking it up. The other rubbed your thigh and you knew where it was about to go. You felt him poking you easily, he was hard. It made your breathing hitch. You just wanted to melt into him. 

"I find it very amazing. You made it look so easy. It just made me want you that much more that you'd be willing to do all that so just we could have a baby.", he lightly groaned as his hands inched from your thigh towards your core. 

You mewled at his words and he was only just beginning.

"And honestly, it's why I'm so damn determined to put another baby in you."

Your eyes shot open at his words, your core burning so hot. The room was starting to feel hot but you couldn't distinguish whether it was you or truly the room.

"You are?", you asked lightly. 

"I am.", he cooed as two of his fingers slid into your folds causing you to moan. "Careful, not too loud baby or Amelia will wake up. I love when you moan loud but I really want to try to impregnate you tonight, don't you want that?"

You moaned quieter this time, nodding against him. "I do, Joe."

"Good. How does this feel?", he asked, working his fingers in and out of you slowly as he switched to your other breast, perking that nipple up causing you to squirm slightly, splashing water. 

"So good.", you moaned lightly as you felt him getting harder against your back. 

"Do you want me in you?", he asked. "Buried deep inside of you?"

You inhaled sharply, tossing your head back against his chest, feeling his leaning into yours. "Yes."

"I'll grab a towel and we'll go to the bedroom, sound good baby?"

You nodded.

Joe slid his fingers out of you just as quickly as they had entered you, causing you to mewl at the loss of contact. You needed him—-you were craving him. You leaned up enough to let him out of the bathtub, coming off your small high and realizing the water was becoming cool. You watched the water drip from his muscular physique before he grabbed two towels, wrapping one around his waist but it was impossible to miss his hard penis. It caused you to bite your lip. 

He held the towel open for you as you pulled the plug, allowing the water to begin draining. You raised up, feeiling overly exposed as you stepped onto the tiled bathroom floor, Joe instantly wrapping you in a towel and pulling you in his arms. Your nipples were hard now from the cool air. He rubbed your back easily, kissing your head multiple times. You laid your head on his chest, just feeling relaxed from being in his embrace.

You both finally warmed up and were ready to shed your towels. You unwrapped from yours first, your wet hair touching your chest. Joseph eyed your body easily and you slightly felt like a bug under a microscope. Every morning when you looked in the mirror all you could see were your imperfections—specifically your stretch marks. There weren't many and they had faded but they were still visible. 

Joseph seemed to read your mind. "Baby, they're not ugly."

"Are so.", you sighed, running your hands over them.

"Far from—just a reminder you carried our baby girl.", bent down on his knee, looking up at you before kissing them, causing you to close your eyes and run your hands through his damp, curly hair. 

He came back up easily, his hands on your waist as he began to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the cool metal rubbing your forearms. You both had to be thinking the same thing as he slid his under your butt, lifting you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss. He carried you out of the bathroom, kissing you deeper before you both came to the bed. He leaned over the bed, easing you down on the mattress with a soft thud, careful not to put all his body weight on you. He broke the kiss, looking deep in your eyes, a stray curling hanging down. 

"Ready for me to put a baby in you?", he asked softly. 

You nodded feverishly. "Yes.", you gulped.

That's all Joseph needed to hear. "Tell me how bad you want it, baby."

If you could sink further into the mattress, you would. You were blinking in anticipation for him, eyes hazily looking up at him. Maybe the heat had gone to your head. He was asking you feel under the influence. His hand ran through your hair before cupping your cheek, his brown eyes looking intently into yours.

"Joe, I want you, babe, so bad—make me pregnant, please.", you sighed under his touch. 

This drove his desire further. He smirked as he leaned up and kissed your neck, down your chest, down your stomach. He looked up at you as you ran your hands through his curls. He groaned softly, closing his eyes. He wanted in you so bad he could hardly stand it. He had craved you for months but he understood you needed time to heal mentally, emotionally, and physically. He wasn't going to rush you. This was hard for you to understand and cope with. 

Joseph leaned up easily, stroking himself in front of you, never breaking eye contact with you. You kept your eyes steady on him before looking down and seeing him take himself in his hands, stroking up and down his length, hissing easily. 

"God, you're just so beautiful. I've been waiting for this night for months.", he smiled down at you.

His words caused a sigh to escape your lips before you ran a hand softly down your chest, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. He chuckled softly continuing to stroke himself. He was fully erect, his length never ceased to baffle you. It was like rediscovering him each time. 

"Careful or you're gonna end up cumming on my tummy and not in me.", you mocked him from earlier. 

He snickered at your coy response before throwing his head back. "We don't want that."

You shook your head. "Nope."

He suddenly stopped stroking himself, eliciting a groan at the loss of contact. "All I can think about is how adorable you look pregnant. I swear.", he groaned as he lined himself up with your entrance. 

"Really?"

He nodded. "And how amazing it is that you're carrying our baby—a part of both of us.", he eyed you as you felt him, without warning, shove himself deep inside of you, instantly stretching you. 

You closed your eyes, gasping at the sensation of him stretching you. The slight burning soon turned to pleasure faster than you could imagine. Things seemed to tighten back up when you didn't use them. Joseph smirked, knowing this was affecting you. He give you a moment to adjust to him before beginning to thrust deep inside of you, holding on to your thighs, sinking his fingertips in them. The bed quietly squeaked with each thrust, a sign he was giving it to you deep and hard.

You weren't complaining. It felt good as evidenced by your moans and need to grip the bedsheets. 

"I love you.", he groaned as he rubbed his right hand up and down your thigh, sending chills up your spine.

You moaned easily in response. "I love you too."

"You're gonna be such a good mom to Amelia and—and this baby.", he stuttered.

The sounds of you both having sex filled the room and you continued to hope Amelia would stay asleep. The worst feeling was being interrupted in the middle of sex with Joe. It had happened right before you found out you were pregnant last time. You both were so close to finishing at the same time until you both heard Amelia's cry come through the monitor before she began sobbing which instantly stopped you both in your tracks and killed the mood. Joe had slid out of you before sighing, throwing a pair of pajama pants on. 

You both loved Amelia more than life itself but it was hard to make time to be romantic at times. This was one of those nights. You slid your panties back on with a sigh, trying to forget the feelings Joseph had made you feel as you slid your nightgown on. You went to Amelia's room and picked her up out of her crib, her clinging to you. You felt her wet tears against your skin as she clung to you and the teddy bear Joe had gotten her. You carried her in your all's room. 

Joe's hard-on had disappeared quickly as he sat on the edge of the bed. You kissed Amelia's head.

"Did you have a nightmare baby?", you brushed through her curly hair as you let her climb in bed between you and Joe.

She nodded, pouting before reaching for Joseph. He took her in his arms and kissed her head. You flipped the lamp back off as you all settled down in bed, Amelia between you both. She was sniffling as Joseph held her in his arms. You put an arm around them both. You loved them both more than anything in this entire world. 

"You really think I will be?", you asked shakily, looking up at him as he continued to thrust himself into you. 

"I—I know you will be, baby. You're so strong—and loving—and I just love watching you with Amelia.", he grunted, thrusting deep into you, hitting the spot that made you forget your name.

"Joe.", you moaned out. 

"What, baby? I have so many pictures of you both on my phone—I just look at them when I miss you both. I just can't help thinking how bad I want to give you another baby.", he sighed, closing his eyes. 

You eyed him as he continued to thrust into you with soft groans, he was waiting for your reaction. You ran your hands over his back, gently sinking your fingertips into his soft skin. Just touching him and feeling him this close to your made you fall that much more in love with him. 

"Yeah?", you smiled.

"Oh yeah—it was so hard to wait this long to really try for another baby—and know that we are really working towards getting you pregnant.", he groaned.

His words sent chills all over your body, the twisting, aching feeling returning to your stomach. Joseph was going deep—so deep you could feel him in the pit of your stomach. You were moaning in spurts as he continued to thrust himself into you. He smiled, throwing his head back easily and closing his eyes. This lasted for just a few moments before his eyes opened, desire laced in his brown eyes. 

"Baby.", he moaned out. 

"Yes babe?", you moaned back. 

He chuckled lightly. "Are—you—ready?"

"For?", you teased lightly. 

He bit his lip, chain lightly dangling before he took a free hand, brushing it through his curls while he admired your body. Yes, your body may not be the same as before you got pregnant but he didn't want it to be. When you got married, you may have been a little smaller, breasts a little perkier, and no stretch marks. You were beautiful then. Now, your body showed signs you are a mother. You had retained a little bit of your baby weight, your breasts were a little less perky, and you had stretch marks. But Joe loved you the way you were. 

After Amelia turned three months old, you decided to try and go to the gym or go on morning walks or runs to try and get off the excess baby weight. Joseph convinced you that you didn't need to do that. He still managed to make you feel beautiful even when you were frazzled after being woken up at three in the morning, attempting to get Amelia to latch and eat. She was so fussy when she was hungry or needed a diaper change. Joseph never left you up alone with Amelia. He would run his hands through her hair as you fed her, sinking back into the pillow you had propped up against the headboard.

"For me to put a baby in you—God, I'm so close baby.", he groaned as he continued thrusting, deep and soft.

"Yes.", you whispered, smiling up at him.

He knew that look in your eyes. They were glossy, pupils were blown from the feelings he was making you feel. You were closing in on your orgasm. Your climax was building and soon, you'd release. He couldn't wait. Feeling you tighten up around him, your juices spilling around him. Your fingertips sank deeper in his skin, toes curling around his waist as his thrust became a little slower, more sensual. 

"Babe—", you moaned. 

"Yes, love?"

"I'm gonna cum—I swear I'm gonna—", you choked, swallowing as if that would keep your orgasm at bay.

"Do it, baby. I need to cum in you and fill you so full.", he groaned.

Those words spilling from his tongue caused you to hit your orgasm head-on. Your back arched, fingernails sinking into his skin as you felt your walls tighten around him, muscles contracting and pulling him in deeper. His eyes widened as your body reached its high, your eyes becoming heavy and blurred. He loved watching you have an orgasm—all because he did all the right things. 

"Such a great wife—God. Baby, are you ready for me to fill you full? To give you a baby?"

You nodded groggily. 

"So—good.", he thrusted deeper twice before you knew it was over for him.

"Oh fuck, here it comes baby—I'm gonna feel you full——give you a baby—I promise.", his chest heaved with his final words as he closed his eyes, you feeling his warm, hot liquid shoot inside of you with the pumping of his member. You lay there, allowing his member to stop pulsing. It was several pumps before he felt satisfied enough to pull out.

"Wait, before you move baby.", he breathed as he grabbed a couple extra pillows you all had in your bed.

"Why babe? You got it deep in me, I promise.", you chuckled, placing a hand on your lower stomach.

"Because they recommend you prop your hips up on a pillow to help my babies reach your womb.", he smirked as you allowed him to slide them under your hips. "Gets them closer to your cervix.", he smiled.

You giggled. It was cute how serious he was taking this and how determined he was to get you pregnant. It was actually sexy that he was putting this much effort into this. He sighed deeply, a sign he was beyond satisfied. You turned your head to face him, smiling from ear to ear. You were love drunk and it was the best you had felt in a long time. 

"I love you.", you smiled.

"I love you too, baby.", Joe smiled as he kissed you, cuddling up to you so you could keep your hips elevated.

Several weeks passed. You and Joe continued to be very intimate and try for a baby. You all did it as often as you could. Whether it was when Amelia was down for a nap or right before you both went to bed. Amelia slept with you all a few nights but other than that, you both had been working very hard on getting pregnant. Joseph was getting ready to go out of town for some interviews and red carpet events. He asked if you wanted to go, however, you opted to stay home with Amelia and prepare for Christmas.

Joseph's family came over to your house since you and Joseph had been together. You remembered the first Christmas you spent with Joseph and his family. You were so nervous, but they instantly had made you feel at home. Joseph was helping Amelia with her dinner as you sat down with just a salad. You had made lasagna and a salad for dinner, however, your stomach was turning. 

Joseph eyed you as Amelia ate her chicken nuggets. "Babe, are you going to eat?"

"Feeling a little nauseated.", you eyed him. 

He nodded as he eat his lasagna. Your nausea didn't lift until you ended up in the bathroom, throwing up. Joseph came in and made sure you were alright, careful not to leave Amelia to her own devices. She was in her curious stage and would make a mess if you let her. You stood up easily from the tiled floor of your bathroom, eyeing yourself in the mirror. You looked a little exhausted. You wiped your mouth but did not return to the kitchen table. 

Joseph didn't pressure you to test or tease you about a possible pregnancy. A few more days passed and it was the night before Joseph was leaving. You all were in the middle of foreplay when another sign popped up.

"Ouch—", you hissed, recoiling from him.

His hand had been roaming your body, running his hand over your breast before taking your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. That's when you felt the dull, achy pain shoot through your entire breast.

"What, baby? What did I do?", he asked, his eyes immediately changing from lust to concern.

"Just my boob hurts—really bad.", you hissed, carefully massaging your own breast with your own hand gently and tenderly but you could still feel the dull, achy pain.

Joseph kissed your cheek. "What do you think's causing that?"

"Probably just hormones—maybe I'm getting ready to ovulate or have my period."

You had tried to keep up with your ovulation and period on a period-tracking app, but it was a little difficult to follow.

"We can just cuddle tonight, but will you let me try to put a baby in you when I get back home?", he brushed through your hair as he kissed your cheek tenderly, a hint of seduction in his voice.

You nodded, smirking. "Of course."

Joseph left the next day, nearly crying when saying goodbye to you and Amelia. It was hard for him to go, but you understood. You were proud of him. Amelia hated to see her daddy leave and often went and sulked for a few hours. Joseph always checked in and made sure she returned to her old self. You were on your computer, googling the symptoms you had while Amelia took her nap. You hoped she wouldn't be so fussy and agitated when she got up.

Looking back, it was dumb and naive of you to google your symptoms. You hit 'enter' on your laptop as you awaited the search results to come back. All signs pointed to yes—there was a possibility you were pregnant. Your eyes widened as you clicked a link and followed it, all the symptoms listed matching up with yours. Part of you panicked because Joseph was out of town, but you needed to know. Were you pregnant again? 

A nervous feeling rose from the pit of your stomach as you shuffled around your kitchen, trying to focus on something else. Particularly the store list of what you needed for Christmas. You eyed it before slipping it into your purse. A perfect excuse to go to the store and pick up a couple of pregnancy tests. The wait for Amelia to wake up seemed to take forever. 

Finally, your alarm went off and you went to wake up Amelia. She adjusted after a few minutes, a little grumpy at first. After giving Amelia a snack, you helped her get dressed. You opted for a hoodie, leggings, and a messy bun for your trip to the store. You bent down, helping Amelia get her winter coat on. She instantly made a pouty face, disgusted and a true copy of her daddy. 

"Amelia, stop looking like your daddy.", you laughed at her. 

"No.", she frowned further pouting and crossing her arms.

You could only imagine how she would be in a few years as she began to grow up. 

"Amelia, please do this for mommy. It's cold outside.", you eyed her.

She reluctantly uncrossed her arms slowly before letting you escort her out the door and to your SUV. You buckled her in before getting into the driver's seat, shuttering from the cold. Snow lightly began falling as you and Amelia entered the store, you placing her in the shopping cart. Distracting yourself, you headed for the groceries. You picked out everything on the list. Amelia was behaving fairly well.

However, in times like these, you still missed Joe. You picked out some Christmas decorations before saving the best for last. You went to the health and beauty section, hitting the family planning aisle. There they were, the little test that would determine whether or not you were pregnant again with your rainbow baby. You bit your lip, eying them nervously. You gained a few glances from older women. What was the big deal? You were a mother and could be pregnant again. It wasn't like you were a baby yourself. 

You were a grown woman and married to the love of your life. He was such a good provider for your family and took care of you both. Both of his girls. You finally selected a First Response pregnancy test— a box that contained two. You tossed it in the shopping cart before getting ready to check out. The snow was picking up as you and Amelia pulled into the driveway. Snow had lightly covered the ground, beginning to lie on. 

You grabbed as much as you could before getting Amelia in the house and putting the groceries in the kitchen. It took you two trips to get all your items. You quickly put the groceries away as Amelia watched Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer on television. This was a perfect opportunity to sneak off to the bathroom and test quickly. You gave her milk in her sippy cup and her favorite blanket to satisfy her. 

In the downstairs bathroom by yourself, you opened the box and quickly reviewed the directions. It could take two minutes. You opened the test, preparing to pee on this little white and pink stick. You took a deep breath, your nerves coming to a head as you performed the test. You easily laid it on the counter. Now, you had to wait. You ran out of the bathroom, checking on Amelia. She was still glued to the television. You told her you'd be right back to join her. 

You closed your eyes as you entered the bathroom, the moment of truth. Your hand began to shake nervously as you reached for the pregnancy test. Keeping it angled enough to not see the result, you brought it closer to your face. You closed your eyes and took another deep breath before eyeing it. You gasped, placing a hand over your mouth as you noticed two pink lines. You were pregnant.

Tears filled your eyes as you gasped in disbelief again, a smile coming across your face. Joe had done it. He had given you a baby.  

#joseph quinn x y/n #joseph x reader #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #dad joe #eddie stranger things #eddie imagines #eddie x reader #eddie munson

[your-phantomfield]

HINATA = HIMEZURU

i .. ii .. iii circa 2051 for anonymous

I.

Loving Hinata Himezuru leads to the kind of relationship where everyone you know is calling you ‘married’ even before you’re officially dating. To be fair, that is what it looks like more often than not. Hinata takes anyone she grows close to and adopts them right into her family; anyone she runs into during the day is probably going to be invited over for lunch or dinner, anyone who stays for dinner sees a good chance of being invited to stay the night, etc.

Once you’ve got her heart, this behavior escalates. It’s already her love language! Hinata is a girlfriend who greets you at the door to her house as if you own it, tries to help you take off your jacket and/or shoes, knows your schedule well enough to already have a meal you’ll love waiting on the table, and will definitely want to feed some of it to you if the two of you are alone. This girl is 110% wife material.

II.

If she had it her way, she’d like to have you spending more time at her place than your own. She may not remember it well, but she spent a painful period of her childhood alone, and she’s been very social since. She just loves having you around. She likes getting to see you and touch you as much as she wants, she likes getting to hear your voice in the house, she likes to watch you getting along with the rest of the people she cares about, she likes when you’re the last person she says goodnight to before she goes to sleep and when she can be the first person to greet you in the morning… It’s a nice way to live, she thinks. It feels like you’re already one big happy family! It would be nice, to do this for the rest of her life.

III.

There are few days when you won’t be seeing her at all. Even when you don’t spend the whole day together, Hinata finds ways to sneak a little date in somewhere. She likes to invite you to join her on any errands she has, or ask if she can help you out with your own. If you can’t go together, she’ll still offer to do your errands for you, or pick up something for you while she’s out- that way she has an excuse to visit you while dropping things off!

It may feel like she spoils you too much sometimes. You don’t want to take advantage of her, or see her work herself ragged!

Still, try to let her help in whatever ways you’re comfortable with. This is how Hinata shows her love. She knows she isn’t the smartest or most capable person in the world- she knows there are a million things in your life that she can’t help you with. So it’s important for her that she has opportunities to support you in the ways that she can.

IV.

If we describe her preferred expression of love to give as ‘acts of service,’ then what she most likes to receive is ‘quality time.’ The sorts of dates she enjoys are focused on just being with you, rather than any specific activity. I mean, that’s obvious- what other explanation is there for a girlfriend who would list grocery shopping as one of her favorite date activities?

With that in mind; another one of her favorite things to do on your mini-dates is to just chat for a while. You don’t have to go anywhere fancy, you don’t have to do anything exciting- what Hinata wants most is to hear your thoughts and share her own with you.

Tell her about your day, tell her stories about you and your friends. Tell her about your hobbies or whatever you’ve been watching or reading! Tell her any fun, weird, or scary dreams you’ve had!

V.

She’s a great listener, always visibly interested in anything you’re talking about. She gets invested in even your most boring stories, and has something compassionate to say at the end of all your saddest ones. It comes naturally to her because it’s just part of who she is as a person.

She genuinely loves life! She finds something to appreciate in every single moment. From there, it’s easy to put an optimistic spin on anything.

She’s been through enough in her own life that you’ll never have to be afraid of her diminishing your problems or not empathizing with them- she’s overflowing with patience and compassion. But from that angle of understanding and appreciation, she’s always able to think of a way to improve the situation, whether it’s a concrete solution to try and move forward, or a hug and something tasty to start moving on.

VI.

Being with Hinata means being part of a huge family. She has no blood relations left, but a large circle of ‘found family’ that are eager to love you almost as much as she does- as long as you promise never to break her heart. Yuki and Akira both enjoy making their fare share of “I’ll beat you up if you ever hurt her!” threats at your expense. Don’t let their brash attitudes fool you- they get attached just as quickly as she does. They like you plenty, they just also like to run their mouths.

In turn, Hinata is very interested in meeting anyone in your life. As far as she’s concerned, any friend of yours is her friend too! She’s grateful to the people that take care of you and, by defaults, trusts anyone you trust. Whether it’s your family, your friends, or even your chummier acquaintances, Hinata’s excited to meet them!

VII.

Hinata loves most types of handcrafts. She does a lot of sewing, she’s tried embroidery and knitting and crochet, she’s done a little bit of origami and can almost make one of those fancy napkin sculptures that you find at expensive restaurants. She just loves to make things and work with her hands.

So, get comfortable finding places to put gifts! Hinata starts making you something warm every time she hears a weather forecast suggest it might get cold soon. She decorates her own cute cards to give you every holiday, and sometimes just for fun.

She especially likes when she can make something you’ll be using a lot. Something that will help with your lifestyle or hobbies. Patching up your clothes (or even better, customizing them with some cute embroidery) is am always helpful option that she absolutely loves to do.

VIII.

When you date Hinata, you have a relationship for the rest of your life. Even if something were to happen and things didn’t work out, she’ll always be your friend, and you’ll always be family to her. The point is, Hinata doesn’t do any relationship casually.

People are already joking about it all the time, but one day, she’d really like to marry you. It doesn’t have to be now, or any time soon; she’d like to go to nursing school next, and she already spends every day with you. You’re already family. She’s in no rush.

But it might be nice, someday. She could wear a big Western-style white dress like a princess from a fairy tale. You’ll be her true love, the sun shining haloing you like you just stepped out of a storybook. She’d like a wedding on a sunny day in a park, with enough space and food for everyone. You could send out a thousand invitations! Both of your ‘families’ would be there, everyone either of you have ever loved, all having fun together.

A perfect happily ever after.

#hinata himezuru #x reader #romantic

[ohdudehesflirting]

dream & their godly parents

warnings: blades swords swearing gay shit mentions of kissing and food I think

note: love pjo and nct sooo yeah

마크<3

defo big 3

i think Poseidon is the best match

in chilling in the dream

how he was ok with the cold ass water

ma boi yes.

when he finds out ab being able to control water

(also surprised he can talk w horses)

“whoa dude- what just happened”

“u have powers” “wtf”

also … his spider-sense

very agile in combat

outside the arena……

clumsy somehow??

different story for another day

don't let him near bows and arrows

my guy how did u manage to break 4 bows in the span of 3 minutes

he is clearly as confused as you are

“dude I'm as lost as u”

our Canadian boy<3

런쥔<3

did I make this whole post just to vent ab child-of-athena!renjun

ummm… ofcourse

every sane person would do that right ????

right????

n e gays

very smart

book and street

gives the best advice

very calm…. is……. yeah no one believed that

shouts a lot but outside of libraries

if u disrespect libraries u are done w him

gets lost in thought a lot

lots of spacing out

probably planning his next murder but u didn't hear it from me

very skilled w bow and arrow

with swords….. not so much

very charming in an unexpected way

loves owls bc they remind him of his mom

has read harry potter

avid hater

(has secretly watched the half blood prince 13 times and has a ppt of 40 slides ab why its the best movie)

ace <3

does not care ab sex

제노<3

big 3

100%

he is the one with the most Zeus vibes

or ares maybe

but I don't see him being conflictive

but he is sharp? if that makes sense

(it does not ik)

but yeah

very scary looking

has a reputation for being good at close combat

biggest softie ever

can sometimes control electricity

gets called sparkly fingers by jaem

bc when he's nervous he fidgets w the electricity

gets along w jaemin bc jaemin was very anti-social

and he was a social butterfly with no real friends

they are inseparable now

rumor says they make out sometimes but u didn't hear it from me

bi wife energy but he's the bi wife

동혁<3

an Afrodite kid if I ever saw one

when he arrived to camp

he was the moment

the initial thought was that he was gonna be mean

bc that's how movie logic works

pretty= mean

don't blame me blame Hollywood

but he is an actual ray of sunshine

gets confused a lot w apollo kids

bc ma boi has pipes

gets along w everyone

but is not afraid to stand up for his friends

very extroverted and witty

has a good sense of humor and is street smart

met mark just as they were both discovering their powers

when he is close to a person he can see who they have feelings for

safe to say he saw Jeno and jaem

stuck w mark bc he could relate to him

ended up being soulmates

hyuck is a ray of sunshine

재민<3

hades…

yes

he is powerful and he knows that

likes that he can inspire fear

On the inside he loves romcoms and cries every time he watches the notebook

big softy

tsundere!!

was not close to a lot of people

no one except his brother and sister (irene and yoongi)

they adore each other so much

it's like they have their own language

but he had like o friends so when jeno approached him

he was surprised to say the least

likes being accompanied in silence

haTES small talk

would very much rather talk ab ones purpose on earth

or death too (pun kinda intended

talks ab deep shit w renjun

who he met through jeno

jeno says his coffee order comes from the depths of hell

(funny u say that )

jaem switches their drinks to see the disgusted expression on jeno’s face

(a simps behavior)

천러<3

apollo kid??

yeah

doesn't really fit in w his siblings

bc he has a darker aura

people mistake him for an ares kid

but he loves his siblings and his siblings love him

as an apollo kid he can sing v well

beautiful voice

but kinda shy to sing live

not scared to approach others

but prefers staying in his circle

really likes daggers

and is vv good w them

he trained mark for a bit

and then gave up bc he realized the canadian is helpless w any dagger or bow or anything except swords for a reason

arrived at camp w jisung

been stuck by the hip ever since

I see chenle where is jisung 🤨🤨 oh there he is hi ji

constantly giving each other gifts

fun fact his dagger was a jisung gift when they were finding their preferred weapon

lowkey like each other

they spend time near the auditorium

(word on the street says they make out sometimes but u didn't hear it from me)

i love chenle

지성<3

CHILD OF ARESSSSS

tell me u don't agree🤨

impossible

cute but agile

he is vv shy tho

when he battles completely transforms

extremely talented w swords

when he first picked up one

he felt complete??

idk that's what he told chenle

his sword is made of celestial bronze

takes care of it more than his life

his sword was a gift from his dad

but his dad sent it by chenle

chenle jokes that he is the best gift-giver ever

training and fighting is very therapeutic for him

98% of the time is in the arena when he is not with chenle

trains with the straw dummies when he has a lot on his mind

“training w straw dummies is very mundane so it helps me think”

he is on the younger side out of all the campers

but has more experience than most of them

#nct #nct dream #nct fluff #nct headcannons #nct imagines #nct reactions #nct escenario #mark imagines #mark headcanonns #mark reactions #renjun imagines #renjun headcanonns #renjun reactions #jeno imagines #jeno headcanonns #jeno reactions #haechan imagines #haechan headcanonns #haechan reactions #jaemin imagines #jaemin headcanonns #jaemin reactions #chenle imagines #chenle headcanonns #chenle reactions #jisung imagines #jisung headcanonns #jisung reactions

[kiwixlime]

Pretty Girl

M is for Mistress

Joel works as a developer. You are his helpful little assistant. He’s the man of your dreams. Small catch, he already has a wife.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Cheating, affairs, smut - dirty talk, praise kink, age difference (think 10ish years), unprotected p-in-v, possessive behavior, tad bit of manipulation, hints of obedience, angst. Joel and reader make very bad decisions. Cheating is bad, guys. Always be good to your partner! 18+ Minors DNI

As an assistant, you don’t love your job. You didn’t go to school to answer someone else’s calls and fetch them coffee or a bagel whenever they wanted it. Your skills and talents aren’t being put to use here at all. That part sucks. But as far as bosses go, Joel Miller is one of the best. 

He’s an intriguing older man. And something about him just draws you in. When you first met during your interview, he was oddly quiet. He barely asked you any questions, didn’t engage with you except for a few pleasantries. His brother, Tommy, did all the talking. 

At first, you were put off by it. The position was for Joel's assistant. But he seemed less than interested in speaking to you. You weren’t sure if he was always the silent type or if he just didn’t like you upon first impression. 

So when Tommy called you later that afternoon to tell you that you had gotten the job, you almost declined. You’re a friendly person. You like to talk and get to know your coworkers. And sure, Joel Miller isn't exactly your coworker. But you did not want to be uncomfortable or change yourself to make the stern man happy. 

But the more you considered the offer, the more you realized you couldn’t afford to turn it down. The pay was decent enough, and the job would look good on your resume for the future. If you had to force a smile from your boss once in a while, you’d do what you could to make it happen. 

That was about four months ago. After your hiring, Joel warmed up to you. He’s still not super chatty or inviting to most people. But he’s kind to you, and he treats you with respect. It helps that you’re the perfect assistant. You do as you’re told, and you’re compliant. He likes that. 

He likes how well you listen and take direction. He likes that you always seem to know what he’s going to say next. You being able to anticipate his needs is impressive. It’s been a long time since someone’s been able to match his energy. 

But you’re different. There’s a spark inside you that you refuse to let dim. Even in your boring office job, one you are way too qualified for, you manage to stay vibrantly upbeat. It’s something that annoys him from time to time. He doesn’t have the best attitude due to his crumbling personal life, and your peppiness around the place tends to drive him up the wall. But it’s refreshing. You are refreshing. 

In fact, seeing your smiling face greeting him each morning is what he looks forward to the most each day. Every time he walks into the office at 8AM on the dot, his entire mood perks up to see you already at your desk. Exactly where you should be. 

“Mornin’, darlin’,” Joel greets as he approaches you, soft smile on his face and eyes bright and ready for the day. 

You smile at the name and stand, smoothing out the fine wrinkles in your skirt as you do so. There’s a small stack of files next to your phone that needs Joel’s attention, and you already know that he’ll be asking you for a cup of coffee. So you hand off the folders with a grin, saying, “These all need to be signed and dated and then sent off to Tommy. I can do that, if you want. You have three messages already, all from Mr. Lawson. He’s a very pushy old man. And the coffee is already on. I’ll have a cup for you soon.” 

“You’re the best,” he chuckles, giving you a nod before grabbing the files and heading back into his office. The door closes behind him, and he lets out a deep sigh. It’s hard to be professional. It really is. But it’s even harder to put on a brave face and pretend life is peachy when he feels like his world is falling apart. 

Work is the only thing keeping him sane anymore. And admittedly, you are a big part of that. He throws himself into what he can during the day and spends a few hours after everyone's gone to do…other things. 

“Joel!” He hears you shout from the hallway, interrupting his inner monologue. “Mr. Lawson is calling again!” You let out the cutest giggle as you transfer the call to him, and he can’t help but smile. Just hearing your voice melts all his stress away. Thank god for you. 

The day picks up after that. Joel’s busy with client calls, and you do your job of scheduling meetings and researching what you can to help lighten the load. Between calls and filing, you also run errands, make copies, and deliver documents to different floors. You’re busy, always busy. 

So when you finally get a moment to catch your breath at your desk, you’re thankful. But you only get a few minutes before your phone rings again. You glance down at the caller ID, and your stomach twists at the familiar number. Politely, you answer the phone, once again taking a message for Joel. 

That same number calls at least four more times throughout the day, but Joel’s been busy each time. You know he won’t have a free moment in his schedule until after 3PM. So you continue to take messages even though the woman on the other end is displeased. No matter how many times you tell her to call back after 3, she does not listen. 

So you keep track of the messages, scribbling them out on your bright blue sticky notes. You list all the details: the name, number, time of call, topic of message, and whether or not they want a call back. These little notes just fall onto your growing stack of things to give Joel. 

Currently, he’s busy with Tommy. They’re not in a meeting or talking about anything important, just shooting the shit like they do every day. But you try to give them their brotherly bonding time. You know they both look forward to it. 

But you have too much left to do, and your desk is feeling too cluttered for you to focus. So you decide to gather the pile of messages and drop them off to Joel on your way to the bathroom. His office is not far from where your desk is located, an easy shortcut that won’t take up too much of their time. 

A soft knock on Joel’s closed door alerts both Miller brothers. Tommy is the one to yell a quick “come on in.”

Slowly pushing open the door, you offer one of your brightest smiles to the duo as they watch you enter. You try not to blush under their gaze as you walk up to Joel’s desk, nervously shaking the notices in your hand. “From your wife,” you say quietly, handing the messages to your boss. His eyes flick up to meet yours, his stare sharp and intense at the mention of his significant other. 

You look away quickly, still feeling Joel’s fiery eyes on you. But you don’t want to arouse suspicion with Tommy, so you say nothing else as you pass off the messages. Tommy gives you a friendly nod, and Joel mumbles a simple thank you as you leave. 

When he’s sure you’re out of earshot, Tommy places a firm hand on Joel’s shoulder. He has a goofy grin on his face, mouth twitching into a mischievous smile. “I don’t know how you get any work done with her around,” he teases. “Evelyn know you have a pretty assistant? Can’t imagine she’s okay with that.” 

It’s a joke. Joel knows it’s just a joke. But still, he flinches at the accusation, face burning. He lets out a gruff laugh to satisfy Tommy and picks up the phone, clearing his throat. He gives his younger brother a look asking for privacy, which Tommy picks up on and excuses himself. Joel waits a beat after his brother leaves before slamming the handset back down. 

A snarl paints his face, and he crumples up the messages in his hand, tossing them into the trash bin by his desk. He groans and runs his hands through his hair, mumbling affirmations under his breath. Peering up at the clock, the smallest sliver of joy blooms within him. The day is almost over. Thank god. 

The hours tick by, and the building slowly empties until you and Joel are the only ones left. It’s like this most nights. You don’t have much of a personal life, so you let yourself follow the whole you’re not done until your boss is done mindset. 

Among other things. 

You’re sitting at your desk, replying to an email when you hear Joel’s voice call for you. His deep voice sounds groggy, strained, and you know he’s been working hard all day. He deserves something to cheer him up. He deserves a reward. 

The entire building is quiet save for the clicking of your heels on the marble floor. Your footsteps echo as you make your way to Joel’s office. His door is ajar, so you walk in without knocking. He’s at his desk, in his chair, hair messy and eyes tired. He offers a weak smile, which you return. 

“What can I do for you, Joel?” You ask politely even though you already know what he wants. 

“You know what you can do,” he says with a tightlipped smile. 

You bite your lip, eyes falling to the trash where the discarded messages are. Your stomach sours, but you can’t stop the warm tingling seeping through your insides. “Joel, I’m not--” 

“You’re so beautiful,” he cuts you off, familiar with your usual banter. It always starts this way, but Joel knows how to warm you up, push your buttons. All he has to do is give you a look, say the right thing about your eyes, or smile, and you cave. That’s what’s happening right now. You feel yourself giving in. And to seal your fate, he adds, “you’re the only person in this world that can make me feel something other than dread.” 

“Joel,” you frown, slowly striding over to his desk. Up close, under the yellow lights of his office, he looks exhausted. But still handsome. Even when he’s overworked, there’s an aura that surrounds him. It’s something that makes him desirable. Makes you smitten. 

“You make me happy, darlin’,” your boss admits, and your heart beats rapidly at the name he uses for you. His words are sweet, drenched in a silky tone that makes your knees go weak. The power he holds over you is concerning and unhealthy. But you’re under a spell. His spell. And he has no intention of releasing you. “You know that, right?” He asks. 

Your eyes flutter as you melt into his stare. You sigh and nod, accepting your place in life. Joel’s life. “I know,” you answer. “I know.” 

“I’m just so tired of this,” he grumbles, sounding pained. “I don’t know what to do.” 

You have two options here. Joel’s home life isn’t ideal. You know he and Evelyn are having their issues. They’re in counseling, but you also know Joel isn’t giving it a fair chance. He’s stubborn that way, burying himself in his work. Or your legs. 

The first time you had sex with Joel was after they had a big fight. He was working late, as usual. It was only you and a few interns left behind to help the man out when Evelyn came storming in. She was angry, yelling at you and the others until Joel came out to grab her. You could still hear them in his office, so you did what you thought was best and dismissed the interns, sending them home. 

Then you waited in the break room. The fight wasn’t your business. You weren’t going to stand by and listen even though you were sure their domestic dispute would be tomorrow’s big news. Still, you kept yourself occupied, knowing Joel would find you when it blew over. 

And he did. And you comforted him. And he appreciated how well you listened, how you let him rant. And then he kissed you once quickly. And then again, much harder until you were screaming his name on the break room table. 

Since then, you’ve both been on your worst behavior. 

So you have two options here. Tell him to take a few minutes and then collect his things and go home. Or…

“Let me take your mind off of it,” you tell him exactly what he wants to hear. And like that, you can practically feel his tension leave the room only to be replaced by a different kind. 

He smiles wickedly in your direction, motioning his finger for you to come to him. Being the good assistant you are, you oblige, settling yourself onto his lap. As you find your comfort, you reach up to undo the pins in your hair, letting it fall down in relief. 

Joel threads his fingers through your hair, lightly tugging on your tresses before his hands wander down around your neck and then over your breasts. He stops to undo the pesky buttons that hide your chest from him, working quickly and not caring if he rips any. You don’t care either at this point. 

He tilts his head up, lips brushing against yours, and you give him what he wants, kissing him passionately. His warm mouth captures yours, smooth tongue licking at every crevice he can, gathering your sweet taste. A little moan slips from your throat and it sends a carnal desire through Joel’s veins. 

Losing patience, he rips the rest of the buttons off to push your shirt down over your shoulders. Your pretty pink bra exposes itself to him, and he breaks the kiss, licking his lips as he eyes you over. His large hands smooth over your tits, gently squeezing, and you reach back to unhook your bra. 

He pulls it off you, tossing it to the ground before bringing his hands back up to massage your chest. You whimper as you feel his thumb roll over your nipple, kissing him deeply again to signal you want more. But he knows. He always knows. 

“Joel,” you breathe as you regretfully pull your lips away from his. Your eyes are heavy, hands on his chest as you grind into his lap. He’s hard already, bulging in his pants and pressing against your aching core. You could get yourself off just like this. And Joel would let you, but that’s not what he needs right now. He needs more. 

“Touch me, darlin’,” he orders you, bucking up into you and making you moan again. Now he’s just being cruel. But you suppose you are, too. “Wanna feel your hands on my cock,” he sighs. 

He’s so hot and it’s so unfair. His words spur you on, and your hands drop to his pants, skillfully undoing his belt. You tease him a little, letting your palm brush over his hard on as you remove the belt from the loops. He groans, and you smile, proud of yourself. 

His hand grabs your wrist tightly, stopping you in your tracks. “Don’t tease,” he warns, eyes dark and voice low. 

You nod and capture your lip between your teeth. “Yes, sir,” you purr, and he gives your wrist one more tight squeeze before letting it go.  

With your hands free, you make quick work of pulling Joel out of his pants. His hard cock springs to life before you, and he lets out a quiet moan of relief. You take him into your hands and sigh at how warm he is. His thickness fills your fists completely as you start to stroke him, up and down. You drop a hand down to his balls, cupping him how he likes. 

His tip is flushed, angry, dripping with precum that you use to lube him up. The sound of your wet hand against his slick cock grows louder, your wrist turning quickly to pull more delicious moans out of him. “Fuck, darlin’,” he gasps as you grip him harder. “Feels so good, don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop.” 

“Hmm,” you murmur, listening to his orders, picking up the pace of your strokes. You lean over, licking your lips before spitting on his cock. Your saliva trickles over his glistening head before pooling over your fingers. “Is this what you wanted?” You ask sweetly, massaging him in your hands. “You need a release, huh?” 

“Yes, fuck,” he groans as he drops his head back onto his chair. “Doin’ so well, baby girl. So good.” His praises are cut short as a moan peels from his throat. You love the sounds he makes. And you love the fact that it’s you causing them. 

You don’t want to think about what he does with his wife. You don’t want to know if she can make him feel like this… “So gorgeous,” Joel gasps as his eyes open and meet yours. “No one makes me feel the way you do, darlin’,” he says, and you smile, getting your answer.  

You move to kiss his lips, but he dodges your advances, instead going for your throat. He knows it’s your most sensitive spot, and he wants to make you feel as good as he does. He kisses along your neck, stopping to nip at the tendons of your throat, biting you and marking you as his. 

And you are. Fuck, you are. He’s a married man. You’ll never fully have him. But he has you, and he lets you know it. His fist bunches in your skirt, pushing it up until he can see your matching pink panties. He chuckles lightly, dragging a finger against your clothed cunt. “So pretty,” he coos, pressing his knuckle into your heat. 

A gasp erupts from your throat, and you push yourself against him. If he had the time, he’d tease you, play with you a little more, make you squirm. But his wife is expecting him so he needs this to be a quickie. Unfortunately. 

He pushes your soaked panties aside and easily slips a finger into your drenched pussy. The contact makes you cry out in pleasure, digging your fingernails into his shoulders for something to grasp on to. Your head falls back as he prods at you, smirking at how you unravel for him. Your perfect sounds are his motivation, sliding another of his digits past your folds. 

You can feel his wedding band against you as he stretches you out. And you know what you’re doing is horrible - you are horrible. But then he curls his fingers inside you in just the right way that all your guilty feelings dissipate. “This pussy is mine,” he growls, and you’re a goner. 

When he can’t take it anymore, he lifts you slightly, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. You’re in a daze as he laps at his fingers, feeling sensations you should not be feeling when he sinks his ring finger past his lips. Fuck, you’re terrible. But it’s so fucking hot. 

“Ride me, sweet girl,” Joel commands you, guiding your dripping cunt to his cock. You sink down onto him and smash your lips to his. As your arms glide around his neck, his hands find your ass, grabbing handfuls of your creamy flesh and pulling you against him. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you moan into his mouth. “So big,” you whimper as you grind your hips harder, taking him as deep as you can. “Feel so good inside me.” You lean into him, grabbing his face in your hands and kissing him so hard he’ll be able to feel your lips linger for days. Mine, you think. Even though he’s not. 

But right now, he is. Right now, he’s inside you, moaning your name, fucking your brains out. That’s all that matters. 

Joel slaps your ass hard before grabbing it, pulling you down on him as hard as he can, forcing your hips to meet in a bruising fashion. He fucks up into you, tongue intruding your mouth as his cock fills your pussy. “Pretty girl,” he whispers into the kiss. “Look so good on top of me.” 

“Faster, Joel,” you plead, thighs clenching desperately against him. He’s so thick, hitting all of the right spots, brushing against every inch of your walls. Joel picks up speed, and your eyes roll back, collapsing on top of him from the force. 

He’s thrusting up into you unbelievably fast, arms wrapped around your waist and holding you in place. “Take me so well, darlin’,” he compliments, closing his eyes. You feel amazing around him, warm and tight and perfect. Truth is, Joel’s never fucked anyone like you before. You’re loud and responsive and enthusiastic and so, so obedient. 

“Oh, god,” you gasp, fingernails clawing at whatever part of him you can. “Joel, Joel,” you groan his name over and over, and it goes straight to his dick. It’s his mission to fuck you until his name is the only thing on your lips. 

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, slowing his movements until he comes to a stop. You whimper, and he reprimands you with a gentle smack to your ass. You push your weak body up, hands on his chest and arms shaking. Your cloudy eyes meet his, full of something dark and sinister. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby,” he says. 

With as much energy as you can, you begin to roll your hips, but he presses his fingers into your sides. He’s not making this easy on you. But you want it, you need it. “I’m gonna cum,” you whine, wiggling on top of him. 

“Of course you are,” Joel chuckles and helps move your spent body. “Only I can make you cum like this, huh? No one can fuck you like I do. My beautiful girl.” His finger hooks under your chin, and he places a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. 

Joel thrusts up into you hard, and it sets you off. His hot breath on your skin aids you as you cum, clenching around his cock as you drip all over him. The release that washes over you is intense, freeing, and well-deserved after a hot fuck. He moans at the feeling of you and glances down at your mess. He smirks. 

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in for a kiss. “Can I fill you up, darlin’? You look so pretty when you’re leaking with my cum. I want to see it. Please?” 

“Uh huh,” you moan, nodding your head furiously. 

“So fucking hot,” he grunts, stilling inside of you. He cums hard, coating your walls white, fucking his seed deep into you. His smile is radiant as he finishes. “You’re incredible,” he sighs happily. 

The two of you clean yourselves up in mostly silence. You find a way to fix your ripped shirt, tying it so it covers your chest. Joel helps you smooth your skirt out, cleaning up what you missed on your legs. The air smells of sweat and sex and you know you both look a mess. But it’s time to finally go home. 

Before you can say anything, his cell phone rings, and your stomach drops. It’s her. He gives you an apologetic look before putting on a happy face. 

He answers the call in a sickly sweet voice. “Hey, darlin’,” he says, and you can feel your eyes well up. “Yeah, I had to work late again. I’ll be home soon.”

You drown out his conversation, unable to listen longer. You know your place here. You’ve accepted it. 

When he’s done, Joel says nothing, sliding his phone into his pocket. He bids you goodnight with a kiss to your temple. You hide your disappointment as he whispers a goodbye. He’s going home. Back to his wife. 

“Goodnight,” you say softly, watching him walk away. Once he leaves, you let your tears fall. As far as bosses go, Joel Miller is one of the best. And even though your heart breaks every night, you know the next time he beckons you for a secret rendezvous, you’ll be at his side ready for him to take. 

Masterlist

Joel Miller Taglist: @swtaura - @chxpsi - @extraneous-trip - @cerebellam - @tiredbeebo - @kirsteng42 - @trickstersp8

Fic tag: @detectivebarba

Special thanks to @tiredbeebo for naming Joel's wife!

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel tlou #tlou fanfiction

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Un ballo in maschera (Met, 1980): Reactions, Part II

the moral of this act is really quite simple: for a variety of reasons, going to sketchy gallows at night is a bad idea (this is a joke)

she is beauty she is grace somewhere is a veil to cover her face

also this prelude slaps

v stands for verdi! v also stands for vienna lighting!

(it’s not quite that bad but…pretty close)

“what is left once love is lost?” …your identity as a soprano heroine in a nineteenth-century italian opera? (i kid, i kid. they have so much more going on even if people don’t pay attention to it)

“or stop beating and die! annihilate yourself, my poor heart!” y’all did not have to go so hard

Area Soprano Is Now Losing It (in other news: what’s new)

brava!!!!!! (also: the floor is always a good place for the opera folk to be)

did she fuckin ASK you to show up? no? then LEAVE

okay but the way he just casually plays around the phrasing and timing and makes it sound so lovely… *chef’s kiss*

two greats just doing their thing *melts*

and she said YES

i swear this exact moment sends me onto a different plane of existence every time i hear it

ONE OF THE BEST FUCKING LOVE DUETS OF ALL TIME EVERYONE

but like all good things, this moment must come to an end

tfw you and your bestie’s wife are having a Moment but her husband/your bestie shows up

they didn’t even TRY to give her a veil that covered her face 😭 *redacts earlier statement*

“i need you to swear by the love you have for me” that sounds VERY heterosexual of y’all. outstanding heterosexual behavior.

“come to think of it, i fucked up here.” yeah. yeah you did.

yet ANOTHER boptastic ensemble

well this is awkward!

WELP!!!

the sheer delicious irony and laughter…*chef’s kiss* pure genius

“i will literally stab you with your own sword if you keep this stupid-ass chorus going”

despite what you may say, this tragedy has NOT turned into comedy. if anything, it’s the exact opposite.

poor amelia :(

#opera #opera tag #opera liveblog #un ballo in maschera #a masked ball #verdi #giuseppe verdi #one of the GREATEST SINGLE ACTS OF OPERA OF ALL TIME.

[aemnd]

⎯⎯ FLOWERS, ┆ navigation. masterlist.

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: small moments of aemond targaryen loving how shy his lady wife can be.

˚ ༘ ٠ ࣪ 𑁤 warnings: minors dni. smut, canon!aemond 𝓍 shy wife!reader, afab reader, profanity, teasing, flirting, fingering, cunnilingus, slight manipulation, innocence + breeding kink, pet names, mentions of p in v sex, obsessive & possessive behavior.

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 ༘ ࣪𓂃 ෆ hope u enjoy this lil thing as much as i enjoyed writing it. !!! ♡🌷

AEMOND ADORES HOW SHY HIS SWEEF LITTLE WIFE CAN BE AROUND HIM, he cannot help but tease you in the privacy of your martial chambers − listening to you whine as he brushes his long, nimble fingers beneath the hem of your lace skirts, watching you become completely flushed, heart thumping wildly against your ribcage.

“what’s wrong, little love?” he questions innocently, watching as you try to hastily pull down your skirts, “won’t you allow your beloved husband to touch your sweet little cunt?”

you huff, your plump lips forming into a cute pout, “must you be so lewd, husband?” you ask, looking away bashfully as you get up and move to your vanity, needing something else to focus on besides your husband trying to get under your skirts.

aemond loves picking out his little wife’s favorite flowers from the red keep’s gardens, watching as you flush, bringing the colorful, blooming buds up to your nose to inhale the sweetness, sighing with happiness − though, your pretty smile doesn’t last very long, watching as your husband’s plush lips curl up into a small smirk.

“those flowers are indeed beautiful, my dearest love,” he comments casually, gesturing towards the bouquet of flowers he’d picked for you, “but no flower comes close to the beauty that lies between your thighs,” he purrs, making you squeak.

“aemond!” you scowl, rolling your doe eyes at his inappropriate behavior − but you cannot help but softly giggle, walking over to place the lovely bouquet of your favorite flowers into a vase, gently arranging them to your liking.

the next day, aemond quietly creeps up behind you inside of the red keep’s royal library − coming up to stand directly behind your distracted self, startling you with a small, girlish gasp as he leans down to brush the tip of his sharp nose against your ear, whispering, “you’ve been hiding from me, little one,” he purrs, amused by your bashfulness.

instantly, you begin to deny his words, placing your romance novel back on the bookshelf, breathing shakily as you turn to face him, looking up at his lithe, towering physique.

“i haven’t, i’ve just been…” you trailed off, completely flustered, never having being able to master the skill of lying − just like your husband has.

aemond smirks, a breathy chuckle escaping him before he abruptly drops down to his knees (eloquently), startling you as you begin to question him in a sharp, hushed whisper.

“husband?!” you squeak, doe eyes wide and on alert, looking all around the empty aisle of hundreds and hundreds of old tombs, “what are you doing?”

aemond doesn’t give you an answer − instead, he ducks beneath your fluffy pink skirts, deftly moving aside your small-clothes and begins lapping at your silky folds like a man starved, pressing his face snuggly against you as the tip of his sharp, aquiline nose rubs your aching clit, causing you to squeal.

“oh, gods… please, have mercy on my soul,” you beg, slapping a hand over your mouth, before yelping as you feel your devilish husband nip at your clit, hearing you mewl his name like a silk street whore.

“your soul is mine,” aemond growls possessively, before continuing his task at pleasuring his lady wife.

minutes pass, with aemond continuing underneath your skirts, feasting on your sweet cunny, hearing you panting and moaning breathily as you near your peak − feeling your husband’s skilled tongue rolling around your little, buzzing clit, before pumping a long finger inside of your little fuckhole, chuckling as he listens to you quietly panic.

“aemond!” you hiss, whimpering softly as your lower belly tightens, your peak so close to consuming you whole, “someone will see us!” you scold, your back digging painfully into the bookshelf behind you, but you couldn’t care less.

aemond hums, continuing to suckle at your swollen clit, “let them see,” he murmurs darkly, smirking as you huff, no doubt pouting those cute, rosy lips of yours.

gods, aemond can just imagine your pouty lips wrapped around his cock, fucking your throat deeply until tears stream down your flushed, teary cheeks, causing him to harden even more inside of his black leather breeches.

“let them see your husband pleasing his little lady wife − let them know that it is me, your husband who tastes you, who fucks you, who fills your womb every night,” he babbles, continuing his assault on your weeping cunt, fingering your clenching fuckhole faster and faster, never once stopping.

then suddenly, he feels you clench around his finger incredibly tightly, feeling the muscles of your velvety walls spasming helplessly, before you let out a muffled cry, “aemond, aemond…!” you wail, sounding so pretty, so needy − it makes aemond spill his own seed inside of his breeches.

once finished, aemond rises from beneath your skirts with a satisfied smirk, “seems my shy little wife isn’t so shy after all,” he teases, leaning down to claim your lips in a sweet, tender kiss, licking into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

after a moment, aemond pulls back just slightly, brushing his nose against yours, nuzzling you affectionately, “do you think we can finish where we left off back in our own chambers?” he asks cheekily, grinning down at you.

fin

#⠀࣪⠀ׅ ♡ ⠀࣪𓂃 #༯ venus’s works ༘˙𓂃𑁤 #hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen drabble #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen fluff #aemond oneshot #aemond one eye #aemond fanfiction #aemond fandom #hotd aemond #hotd imagine #ewanverse #ewan nation #ewan mitchell

[xintongli]

Assignment 2 Research Artist

Xixia Wu

In Xixia's gender performance art, she entered a closed transparent sphere, as if she had returned to the womb, and wrote labels of society's kindness and malice towards women in red paint, such as bitch, old virgin, good wife, as if pouring out bitterness to her mother. In a quite self-destructed way she questioned, what is gender? Is it decided by birth or given by society? what forms your "self" and what label do you have? Is that the real you?

I, 2021, Calligraphy installation, Photograph: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ohz-vvBpinA

All Rights Reserved by Xixia Wu.

Xixia was once regarded as a girl by her family when she was birth, and she decided to use a performance art installation "I" to reconcile herself. There is a womb, but where is the "mother"? The author was slowly immersed in the carbon dioxide she breathed out during her behavior, and gradually disappeared from female labels.

Xixia’s work inspires me on the significance of a recreation of a womb, that could trigger emotional responses and resonance, prompting feelings and empathy related to motherhood, family, growth, and protection. Such an installation may deepen understanding of the mother-child relationship and family emotions.

[simmo21]

I am the father in Simmons v Wilson 2017 ..I'll post my comment here because we are not allowing bias to control in courts anymore without it being brought forth my comment is as follows :

Hello I am William Simmons , I want to thank you first for bringing up the issues you did here. What nobody knows however is I have never missed any child support payments they are all current as I speak . There were never any police reports of any incidents during our

Marriage you can look it up all day long nothing there . I love my kids dearly . I have never said one bad word to any of my four kids and the great thing about that I've got so many videos of me and the kids together to prove it before the divorce. When your ex wifes new husband is good friends with her attorneys (both in optimist club together ) and her attorney is good friends with the judge in your case ( district attorney and assistant DA ) for years before their current roles and I don't find this out till after the appeal it's clear why the case went the way it did. There is not one single person who would want to go up against their EX knowing their attorney is good friends with their spouse and that same attorney is good friends with the judge. The bias in my case is typical. If the court cared so much for the best interest of the kids they sure don't worry about the kids emotions losing a Dad who was in the kids lives for all of their youth the court would not accept any of my passed drug tests from the DOT nor did they accept any of the kids writings all four had written saying how much they wanted me in their life I had a good relationship with my kids I still have all of the letters I still have all of my passed tests . For me to be using drugs like the court stated look at all of my Facebook photos from that time period my appearance is never changed ... I go to work everyday never been a violent person so to read all of this about me just shows me how bad the bias really is. I paid their health and dental I paid all the child support and I got all the documents that back up everything I just said. But if a judge ignores it doesn't mean anything... Also I'm pro-se I was able to file my own appeal with no help which is not an easy thing to do ...unusual for someone who's supposed to be doing drugs all the time huh? judges have way too much discretion in custody cases and they don't need that much discretion there's no possible way a Judge can know what's in your kid's best interest unless they were there putting Band-Aids on their knees when they cut their knee , the judge was not there when they had an emotional let down from losing a baseball game I was there though. The judge didn't see my kids first steps nor did they hear their first words out of their mouth which by the way were "Daddy" . the judge don't even know my kids shoe size. The judge was never at any of the school events that I was at and I could go on and on there's no possible way a judge can know what's in their best interest ... Child abuse? Not even close.. what's odd is the missing info ....you will find a police report my ex filed in 2010 at the Local police claiming sexual assault hey I got the copy still .....but when they investigated it the status was unfounded. It was a false report but none of that is mentioned in the opinion they don't want to make the ex-wife look like a bad person so its not there . All of my friends read this opinion and think who are these people saying this because nothing in it about violence or drug use is what they see from my behavior daily . They see my constant attempts to talk to my kids with no reply due to the mother Alienating them for years . I still try tho . I haven't missed one single birthday ... My last talk to my kids was I love you .... then silence from them . Thank you again for the opportunity to speak . William

False Allegations of Child Abuse in Custody Litigation (Part 1) - Family Lawyer Magazine