#MARRIED IN A HURRICANE

[pyotrkochetkov]

@ice_chip: Here we go again: Pyotr and Svech

#THE WAY HE'S TEASING HIM #I CAN'T THEY ARE BEYOND MARRIED AT THIS POINT #pyotr kochetkov #andrei svechnikov #carolina hurricanes #hockeyedit #myedits

[dccontramundum]

“anyone touches you, says anything to you, so much as looks at you the wrong way- you come get me, and i’ll set them straight. understand?” ~@galacticforces ((Joan taking him out somewhere with her friends))

MORSE'S STOMACH DOES A FLIP. That makes him feel... something. It definitely shouldn't, but it does. Quickly, he tries to backtrack in his mind, reverse the sudden warm feeling before it takes hold properly.

FOR A START, THAT WON'T HAPPEN. Why would somebody touch him? Why would somebody say something to him? And if they did, he could definitely handle it himself. He doesn't need protecting. If something happens, he'll be fine, because he handles that sort of thing every day at work. Teasing, jokes made at his expense, being looked at in a particular way... he deals with that just fine. Doesn't he?

HE DOES. He knows he does. He ignores it all, from the rolling of eyes to the pointed jabs and cruel teasing about his interests and hobbies. But... hasn't he thought, every now and then, about what it might feel like if someone did say something? As soon as his mind goes there, instead of successfully finding its way back to a normal response, he's burning with shame. Not only does he like what she's just said, but he's thought about it before! To even acknowledge it is excruciating. Morse likes the thought of being defended, being protected. How completely humiliating. He's not supposed to indulge those thoughts when they happen as fleeting wishes or fantasies, never mind when he's supposed to be having a normal conversation with Joan.

THIS ISN'T GOING WELL. His eyes are wide and he's definitely blushing, and he really needs to say something or this silence is going to linger too long. "Well, I'm sure... nobody I know will be there. So..." he trails off. Really? That's the best he can come up with? All he's really done is suggest that if there were people he knows there, then something might happen. Great. "I'll be fine," he clarifies quickly, shaking his head. "But, um, thank you."

#great job morse #that wasnt weird at all #very normal response #galacticforces #answered. ( love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close. ) #verse. ( where could i rest but in your hurricane? ( married verse. ) )

[minamotoz]

riley asking shawn, "when you looks at me, does it remind you of what you can't have?" was a crazy ass moment because yes the line was about shawns intimacy issues and his inability to commit to a longterm relationship, but holy shit if that isn't the most blatant way you could confirm that shawn was in love with cory and the existence of riley was just a constant reminder that he had missed his chance and could never be with cory. what if i went insane

#boy meets world #shory #shawn x cory #i havent finished GMW because even though i like the dynamic between the kids everything abt the shaty ship tease makes me want to *** #it took me like 5 hours to get thru girl meets hurricane because i couldnt deal w the horrible way they dealt w angela #who even though i dont talk abt much is in my top 3 for BMW characters #but this one line from that one episode drove me mad like. did i die ? am i dead? #it actually took me until the end of the episode to realize what that line was supposed to mean #bc it read so explicitly to me as a confirmation of shawns feelings for cory #not to mention his ass literally LEFT THE CITY and never came back after riley was born #ignoring the continuity issues that crop up w this . its giving shawns wedding breakdown 2.0 lets discuss #i think that the take of 'shory is entirely one sided and shawns feelings for cory are unrequited' #is pretty surface level and it doesnt add up much if u take a deeper look into corys character #but GMW definitely leans into this take #what with shawn desperately trying to mirror corpanga in all of his romantic relationships (to run away from his feelings for cory) #like ​is it really in shawns character to marry a woman hes barely known a year ? #or is he just trying to mirror cory and topanga who basically rushed into marriage the second they. were legally able to #i'll let u be the judge #am i making sense idk im tired n i havent watched sn episode of GMW in months

[roguestorm]

Jean being like “um I helped terraform a planet and you never even visited it???” and Scott being like “your terraformed planet is bad for our future” is such a married argument to have I love them so much

#m.txt #like I know they’re ‘on a break’ or whatever #but it’s like. married behaviour <3 #x men blogging #otp: a hurricane and its eye

[whats-9plus10]

The Monarch going to the Bronx Zoo is making me spin around. I used to go a lot to hang out and eat dippin dots. Anyway here are some pictures I took of the butterfly garden and irl Mr. Reachmore.

He’s reading the butterfly facts :)

#the giraffes have a huge plot of land to wander this one was just having some inside time #the Bronx Zoo is to me what bodies of water are to Kendall Roy #I went to the zoo near the monarch’s house one of the times I was in the area and it was so ass #if there are any turtle back zoo defenders out there first tell me why all your animals escaped during hurricane Ida #I edited myself out so badly guys don’t forget when I say I don’t know how to edit I MEAN IT #also monarch not being able to join the council because he’s married to Sheila LOL #venture bros art book #dean venture

[dragons-and-magic]

Does anyone else ship Frankie and Hurricane? I'm curious.

#ttte #journey beyond sodor #ttte frankie #ttte hurricane #Frankie x Hurricane #Hurricane x Frankie #They give me Gentle Giant x Evil Queen vibes.😂 #I can't really explain it either way. #In my AU they're a married villain couple. Lol. #And they're head over heels in love with each other. #I mean like they are DEEPLY IN LOVE. #So what if everyone thinks steamies and Diesels should hate each other?! #They pretty much gave the middle finger to society and eloped to the Mainland Steelworks or something.🤣🤣🤣

[hetagrammy]

Food for thought but Ireland as Pepa and Romano as Félix is giving me just the hmmmmmm brain bees

A big part of my love for them is that Ireland is very “bury the feelings and keep it there until you die because nobody wants to listen to you moan,”while Romano’s more of the “I have ten little bursts a day so I don’t have a big terrible explosion” mindset. Very encouraging of her actually talking about her feelings and voicing them. In short… very Pepa and Felix energy 👀 they both love their wives rain or shine your honor

#hetalia #encanto au #hws ireland #nyo!ireland #hws romano #iremano #obviously he’s got a lot more attitude than felix and would actively dunk on arthur more #but he thinks her little clouds are cute #braved a hurricane to marry her bc he knows it means she’s just that nervous #love them

[pyotrkochetkov]

"koochie was talking before my shootout and i'm like 'i'm not gonna listen to you, i know what to do.'"

pyotr gives andrei shootout advice again | february 25, 2024

#the character development of andrei listening to him this time..... but then he missed LOL #they're so married couple vibes #andrei svechnikov #pyotr kochetkov #sebastian aho #carolina hurricanes #hockeyedit #myedits

[dccontramundum]

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips - @galacticforces

SHE'S SO PRETTY. He's feeling smitten tonight. Not that he isn't always, but tonight is the first night he's been home at a reasonable time in a week or so, and he's missed having time to just be with Joan terribly. He's been gazing at her from his end of the sofa all evening, hanging on her every word, and when she begins to ease closer, he smiles in anticipation of a kiss and leans in. And in. And further in. And still, he doesn't meet her lips. Morse makes an affronted noise, suddenly off-balance, opening his eyes wide to stare at her. Such betrayal! He gives chase quickly, moving into her space to try and steal the kiss, insistently affectionate.

#he's so easy to tease and taunt. and yet every time she does it he will still make this surprised indignant face #as if he cant believe she would do this to him #answered. ( love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close. ) #verse. ( where could i rest but in your hurricane? ( married verse. ) ) #galacticforces

[anyatomy]

the world is not fair and people need to be executed over this

#Why does my aunt get to marry into MICROSOFT and gets BOUGHT A HOUSE FOR A WEDDING GIFT and we have to thank god there was a hurricane to le #t us put our mortgage on hold to be able to actually pay bills #why do i get none of the scholarships i applied for and only 1.5k a sem from my college but orher people get 30k a sem for Nothing #gost #im at my limit man #someone on my dads side needs to die so we can get aome of that generational wealth Some How

[shayna365x]

Sunday, 8/19/23. My husband was so proud to put this in the vase. We are okay here!

#365 #hi gramma #peacock flower #mexican bird of paradise #married life #hurricane hilary #tropical storm #earthquake #all is well and all will be well

[undiscovered-horizon]

[To be loved is to be changed. And while being married to you has changed Mihawk, it's not entirely for the better. He's a possessive and protective lover to the marrow of his bones.]

(TW for unwanted sexual comments)

Mihawk knew the name 'Shantaro' quite well. Any time you told him a story from your adolescence that revolved around borderline illegal, unethical or simply reckless adventures, Shantaro was there. The little devil on your shoulder but as reliable as a true angel.

He, however, never expected you to run into Shantaro on the odd night when the two of you can go out. Comfortably basking in your presence, Mihawk is thoroughly enjoying your undivided attention.

Until.

You're suddenly rendered speechless as you notice something - someone - over his shoulder. A wide smile spreads across your face. Mihawk is unsure whether he should rejoice with how beautiful you look or seethe, knowing that another person dared to distract you from him.

"It's Shantaro!" you squeal excitedly. "I'm sorry, love, I'll be just a moment. I haven't seen her in ages!"

Mihawk doesn't even try to stop you as you make your way through the crowd at the lounge. His watchful gaze follows your steps as you approach a stringy woman in a silver dress. A hurricane of black curls sits on top of her head. Her piercing, grey eyes notice you, suddenly widening with both surprise and happiness. The two of you engulf each other in a bone-crushing hug, silently exchanging feelings of longing towards the closest friend from younger years.

The swordsman's night, however, is about to get even worse as he hears someone behind him whisper:

"She's a minx, that foxy wife of yours."

He turns around with his jaw and fists clenched. Mihawk's enraged gaze meets the face of an amused man who is casually sipping on his drink. There's a glint in the stranger's eyes that makes the swordsman's skin crawl - he wanted to get under Dracule's skin.

"Don't look so surprised," the stranger reprimands him. The man must have mistaken Mihawk's baffled expression at the bold words for genuine surprise that someone put two and two together. Truthfully, he couldn't care less whether people know that he's married. "Many pirates get hard fantasising about having their way with the Warlord's wife." Judging by the way the man licks his lips and hides a certain hunger behind his eyes, it's clear he's part of the aforementioned group. "But the Warlord himself? Unfortunately for him, she turns him soft," he drones the word as though it's a serious insult.

"Yes, she does," Mihawk answers slowly.

The events that followed happened exceptionally fast: Mihawk reached for the stranger's neck and slammed the man's head against the bar counter. Curiously, people happening to be in their vicinity carry on as though nothing bizarre is happening - they are smart enough not to get in Dracule Mihawk's way, especially when he is visibly upset.

Blood is gushing from the strange man's forehead, his eye already beginning to swell and change colour. The swordsman tilted his victim's head back just enough to lean down and growl. "Which is why I'm going to kill you much faster than you deserve for your offence."

Mihawk glances in your direction. You're still occupied, excitedly telling Shantaro about the years after you've last met her.

He'll be done before you notice him gone.

#mihawk x reader #mihawk x you #mihawk fanfiction #mihawk imagine #mihawk fanfic #dracule mihawk #mihawk one piece #mihawk opla #one piece #one piece x reader #opla #dracule mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x you #dracule mihawk fanfiction #dracule mihawk imagine #dracule mihawk fanfic #one piece mihawk #one piece dracule mihawk #one piece fanfiction #one piece imagine #one piece fanfic #dracule mihawk opla #opla fanfiction #opla x reader #one piece x you #opla imagine #opla fanfic #opla x you #op live action #one piece live action

[nightmareroom93]

I have some tattoos that I haven’t gone public with yet for my own fun reasons but have to share!!

The left is my wedding tattoo with my ex wife. The right is 93 for Halsey Room 93 and the Hurricane symbol because I am a hurricane!

#room 93 #hurricane #coverup #erased something #new life begins #married to Halsey

[feirceangel]

Asks are open you say? Well how about a dynamic flip? Feyd is the proud warrior but is unexpectedly bartered away in a deal his brother makes to humiliate him. Surprised and furious he fully intends to conquer his new "brides" family and kingdom only for them to recognize his strength and be met with the satisfying challenge of warrior/ farming planet.

So, I kinda went in a different direction with this, but I hope you still enjoy it, Anon!!

Imagine | A Match (Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen)

Imagine Feyd is given in marriage to a wealthy House in order to gain an alliance. His new bride is not what he expected.

Word Count: 1,737

Warnings: arranged marriage, attempted choking/stabbing, non-sexual nudity (reader), Powerful! Reader.

"What?" Feyd's voice is barely concealing his rage as he stares down his uncle and smug brother.

"It was necessary, my darling," the Baron's voice is rough, his tone placating. "We need this alliance more than you know."

Feyd finds his teeth clenching, hands forming fists at his sides. "Why not Rabban?"

"You know why," the Baron glares. "They would not accept Rabban as a suitable match. You are to go and wed their daughter. And in return they give us whatever we ask."

Feyd growls, "I outta slit your throat, uncle."

The Baron laughs, "This is for your benefit as much as it is mine, dear nephew. Now go."

Feyd storms out of the room, a hurricane of rage sweeping through the halls. He has never felt an anger this severe in quite some time. He should have known something like this would happen eventually. And, knowing his uncle, there is another scheme at play.

Always plans within plans within plans.

It's not the worst situation, he muses later when he has calmed and steadied his mind.

House Wallach would be a formidable ally, an asset that shouldn't be taken lightly. With control over three planets and being the largest horticultural power in the Landsraad, they are powerful indeed.

The leaders of House Wallach has birthed only a daughter, which leaves them without a male heir. All manner of eligible men have tried their hand at a marriage to their daughter. None has been successful.

Until now, apparently.

A feral grin spreads across Feyd's face as he thinks of the possibilities.

He will have no issue wedding the daughter and taking control of House Wallach when the time is right.

And, perhaps if he plays his cards right, take control of House Harkonnen as well.

He cares not who he has to marry, even if he'll be mad about it for awhile. After all, he can dispose of her eventually.

~~~

Feyd arrives with much fanfare, as befitting the na-Baron of House Harkonnen.

Bright sunshine surrounds those gathered to greet him, people who are swamped in bright greens, yellows, and browns. All around the envoy are orchards of all kinds of fruit trees. A vibrant sea of green.

So much more colour than Feyd is used to.

His expression remains neutral as he greats the Lord and Lady of the House. They appear cautious of him, perhaps overly so. It seems they know House Harkonnen’s reputation.

"It is an honour to be here," he says, bowing slightly. The lie slides easily off his tongue.

"We are pleased to have you in our home, na-Baron." The Lord says, returning the bow. "Our daughter is so pleased that you accepted the match."

Feyd's lips quirk up. Surely he's lying, no noble lady would hold any desire for a creature like him.

"As I said, it's an honour."

His gaze sweeps around, searching for his wife-to-be. All he finds is diplomats and soldiers.

"Where is Lady Wallach?" He asks, unimpressed at her absence.

"Forgive us, your arrival coincided with an event she could not miss," the Lord replies. "She is attending a Munus Ceremony."

This catches Feyd's attention, "A fight?"

"Yes, if you come this way, we may still witness part of it."

Feyd follows Lord Wallach, silently fuming.

His betrothed is watching other men fight to the death instead of welcoming him? His outrage is unparalleled, yet he remains collected.

They lead him up to the viewing tower of an outdoor coliseum, with vines growing on every available surface.

The viewing box is empty.

"There my lord."

Feyd's attention is brought down to a figure in the ring who brandishes a dagger with a graceful air.

"Our daughter,” Lord Wallach smiles, the action appearing forced.

He hadn't expected this.

Feyd was picturing a regal noble lady, demure and pitiful. He had not once pictured this creature before him, fluid in her movements as she battles her opponent.

She blocks attacks with ease and avoids ones that would cause serious damage all while attacking just as fiercely. Her opponent is skilled, to be sure, but is no match for the ruthlessness of her attacks.

He falls to the ground, unmoving. Feyd’s bride-to-be lifts her arms in victory, grinning as blood drips down her blade.

“We honour!” She shouts, and the crowd responds with deafening cheers.

“We know she is not exactly… How can I put it? Traditional, let’s say.” Her mother frets, “But she will be a good wife, na-Baron.”

He barely hears her, eyes transfixed on the beauty in the arena as she battles another opponent. Yes, this is an interesting turn of events indeed.

“Of course she will,” Feyd replies. “I must meet her.”

He watches as she disappears into the building, no doubt going to change and bathe after her match.

“Certainly. She’ll be out to give you a tour in no time. Meanwhile, a guard can show you to your room.”

Displeased, Feyd nods and obediently follows the man to his room. As soon as he’s alone, Feyd opens the door and stalks out with determination.

He cannot wait.

There is surprisingly little security surrounding your change room, Feyd notes as he quietly opens the door.

Your piercing gaze meets him immediately. Instead of being frightened, like he had anticipated, you smile warmly.

“Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha, I was not expecting you here. I’m afraid you have caught me unprepared to greet you properly,” you say calmly as you continue to unbutton your fighting tunic.

He doesn’t know what to make of your reaction. You’re not put off by his presence at all.

“I couldn’t wait,” he replies honestly.

You hum, “Excited to see me, na-Baron?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

The sound of your laughter is unexpected, “Of course not. I doubt I was what you were anticipating.”

His gaze lingers as you remove your clothes and retrieve a washcloth and bucket.

“Don’t you have servants?” He finds himself asking, motioning to the washcloth.

“I prefer to do it myself.”

He frowns, “You don’t seem very noble.”

“I assure you, Wallach blood flows deep in my veins,” your voice has taken an edge.

It seems he’s struck a nerve.

“I meant no insult, my lady,” his grin says otherwise, his voice rough and teasing. “It just appears you have odd taste. Fighting and doing the work servants should be doing.”

You return his even gaze, “I am not some snivelling noble who cannot take care of herself. Feyd, it seems you do not remember me.”

Your last statement has him pausing.

“What did you say?”

Lathering suds onto your bloodied skin, you barely spare him a glance.

“I said you don’t remember me. We met once, you know.”

He does not remember such a thing.

“Don’t toy with me,” he snarls. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” you roll your eyes. “Feydie, I can’t say I’m not hurt you don’t recall.”

Your bastardization of his name brings a memory to the front of his mind.

A young girl bearing the Wallach crest getting angry with him over something and punching him clear across the face. He naturally returned the blow and they broke out into a fight right then and there.

He’s shocked he forgot it.

You watch as recognition filters through his eyes. Smiling, you rinse the suds off your body.

“Now you remember. To be honest, I don’t know why I was so angry with you.”

“You’ve always been a fighter,” he acknowledges with an inclination of his head.

“And I knew you could not be satisfied with a weak wife.”

He’s coming to realize this match may not have been a scheme of just his uncle.

“You wanted this match,” he phrases it as a statement as if he already knows the answer.

You smirk, “Does it not please you?”

“What makes you think I would want you as a wife?” He sneers, crossing his arms.

“I know you planned on controlling me, or killing me - whichever suited your needs best. You want power, Feyd. I can give you that and so much more. Is it too much to ask for you in return?”

He cannot find words, mulling over your proposal as his eyes study your every move.

You’ve certainly grown from that little girl who could barely throw a proper punch yet had the rage to carry through a fight.

Feyd observes as you dry yourself off. He leans over before you can, and grabs your fresh shirt from the table.

“Allow me, my lady.”

Surprised, you nod and present your back to him. A foolish mistake, to turn your back on a potential threat. He contemplates disposing of you right now, but finds himself frowning at the idea.

You’re so much more interesting than he first imagined.

Despite himself, he wants to know you better, to find out when you had your first gladiatorial fight or when you realized you could be so much more than wedding fodder for your parents to make a match with.

“So many suitors have tried to win your hand,” Feyd rasps as he guides your arms through the sleeves of your shirt. “Yet you denied them all.”

“None were you, my lord.”

“Why chose me?” He leans into you, pressing his chest to your back as he slowly starts buttoning your shirt.

You lean back into him, “You are a fighter, a warrior. You can wield blades and talk politics. And I know you can treat me right.”

“Why would I treat you any different than a common whore?” He suddenly presses his arm against your throat, cutting off your oxygen.

He looks at your expression, surprised to find a wide grin. A flash of pain goes through his side. Your eyes flicker downwards and Feyd looks down to find the tip of a blade piercing his skin.

He releases his hold.

“You will treat me differently, Feyd. And do you know why?”

You turn to face him, placing your hand on his bleeding wound.

“Because I will make you.”

Feyd cannot stop the smile forming on his plush lips as you bring your hand to his cheek.

He doesn’t say anything as you continue place a kiss to his lips before shoving him away.

“We must ready ourselves for the dinner tonight, there is much to discuss about the wedding.”

“Of course, my lady.”

[Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!]

#female reader #reader insert #feyd oneshot #feyd x reader #feyd x you #feyd rautha #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd imagine #dune #dune part two #dune x reader #fanfic

[lunimy]

CONCEPTO.DE I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!

#classes got cancelled all week bc of hurricane 🤪 #so my science teacher who sucks ass btw hates me personally and assigned a research thing and i have to CITE!!!!! #i hate citing #and this page has a little thing that says how to cite i will marry pages that do that #🌙.txt

[pedge-page]

#5 Joel dealing with his fiesty preggo wife - angry af

Can be read with others in the series or standalone

Notes: Pedro chewing gum between takes on set does things to me.

Warnings: unprotected rough sex, Daddy kink, degrading language, reader being mean at first but Joel gives it right back *winkwink*

18+ ONLY

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The two of you are sitting in the living room on your respective sofas. You keep giving Joel the devil eye from your book in your lap as he watched the football game on TV.

Eventually, you roll your eyes, slam your pages shut and stand up, barreling past him and intentionally knocking your shin angrily against his knee.

"The fuck?" He coughs.

"You're fucking annoying, Miller."

"Funny, thought that was your name too now?" He quips, eyes staring back ahead to the TV while he points to the gold band on his left finger. "What have I done now?"

"Your chewing."

Joel side eyes you, expression unchanged as he blows the most obnoxious bubble from his gum imaginable before letting it pop! and sucking back in his mouth to chew. "What about?"

“It's annoying. And you're disgusting."

"Am I now? What else?"

"You've got a big ugly ass nose, too."

As much as Joel suspected this angry outburst out of nowhere was just the pregnancy setting every little nerve on edge with you, he want exactly privy to being attacked with your foul words.

"S'that right? you didn't seem to have a problem with my big ugly ass nose last night when you came four times from this snout nudging your little clit when I ate ya out."

"I was fakin' it," you scoff unconvincingly, the both of you knowing it’s a lie. But you refuse to back down. "While we're at it, here's another thing: You eat pussy like a bitch."

Joel Miller did not like it when a woman had to fake shit around him. Let alone his woman obviously lying about faking it. He stands up, the broad physique of his body instantly shadowing yours. "Ya know, I don't really like your tone today, young lady." He approaches you calmly but with a threatening predatory aura.

You tilt your head mockingly. “Yeah? My young lady self is stuck here with your old, miserable, lazy ass." You don't shuffle away, feet staying planted where they are until he's directly on top of you. Your eyes narrow, challenging one another. "It's a honestly a miracle that you even knocked me up with your wrinkly, shriveled, limp dic—“

��- 

Being married is a funny thing. Sometimes you don’t even have to say what it is you don’t realize you need, but your spouse is very adapt at picking up on it. Like right now, with face being shoved into the headrest of the couch by your husband’s meaty hand on top of your head, pregnant belly hanging over the curve of the cushion while you’re knees rub against the plush seat, Joel’s incessantly powerful hips driving forcefully into your stuffed cunt over and over again like a screen door in a hurricane. 

You’re smiling like a happy drunk, moaning off the top of your lungs as Joel’s cock continues to fill you effortlessly. He’s grunting and swearing, drips of his sweat trickling on to your arched back. Normally this position would hurt, especially with the extra 30 pounds of weight in your middle completely weighing you down, pressing uncomfortably into the couch, but my, oh my does it feel like a incredulous weight off your once aggravated mind.

“Ugh--ahh! FUck!” You cry, teeth sinking into the plush leather.

“What? Ya tired already?" he taunts, panting gleefully at your submissive state. "You wanted this. Remember? Just needed a good fucking, is that it?” He seethes, rutting his hips like daggers. 

You nod dumbly, elbows fighting to keep you and the baby from being plowed into the cushion. You throw as much of your weight back on to him with each thrust, forcing him deeper.

“Yeah, oh fuck me baby— yeah that’s it.” He licks his lips, watching the spot where your swollen and glistening pussy continues to suck his length back in. “My poor little wife, needed her cunt fucked stupid to get that little brain to shut off. Little cumdump gettin all antsy, startin’ a fight when she just needed a fresh fillin'. Don’t you worry, angel. Daddy’s here to put ya back in your place.”

With one hand still forcing your face into the headrest, the other is gripping your meaty hip, bringing you flush against his thighs with each puncture. You can feel him reaching the deepest part of you, the part that you didn’t know needed itched until Joel knew to stick his cock in it.

“Ye-yes daddy!” you whine when he hits that squishy spot inside that has you seeing stars, finger nails biting into the leather as you milk his cock with your orgasm.

“Ah-fuck yeah baby, keep goin’, keep cummin’ on Daddy’s dick—that’s my whore—my good wife—FUCK yeah!—fuuucckkk, ya needed that cum, I can feel it. Squeezin’ me so god damn tight. That’s it, just let go, give me everything, Daddy’s got ya.”

And what made Joel Miller so different, so husband and now soon-to-be-father worthy, is that, even though he’s railing his heavily pregnant wife in a position that would cause most women pain, you were as comfortable as can be. Despite the aggression that poured from his lips and hips, his hands occasionally cradled your tummy, checking on the baby’s movements. Glides down your back, massaging your spine to ensure you’re relaxed and not cramping. Listens for your breathing, the sounds that escape your throat, waiting for any sign that you might be in pain. He’s constantly making small adjustments for your comfort without you even fully realizing it. You couldn’t be more in love with him.

And his big fat delicious cock that put a beautiful baby in you and hopefully, will continue to do so for many years to come.

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