#he’s gonna be wrapped around his future daughter’s finger

[scarlettriot]

Katsuki’s daughter doesn’t like the loud ‘booms’ that accompany fireworks, and the bright flashing lights are just too much for her to handle. They make the little girl burrow further into her father’s arms, her face pressed into his chest, and tiny hands trying to cover her ears.

So, Katsuki cautiously turns her around in his lap, so she only has to focus on him. Everyone else has their eyes to the sky, transfixed on the show. He however keeps one large hand on her back but holds the other hand out in front of her setting off much small explosions in his palm for her to watch instead.

She keeps her hands tight over her ears but a smile starts to spread across her face, lighting up her ruby colored eyes, as she watches her own personal fireworks show.

#bakugo fluff #bakugo katsuki #dad bakugou #he’s gonna be wrapped around his future daughter’s finger #boomboomboi 💥 #scar’s writing again 📕

[f10werfae]

My Little Love

pairing: Boyfriend!Henry Cavill x Short!Reader

summary: they're at his parents house because she's meeting his family and one of his relatives says something about their size difference which triggers Henry's size kink (Major Dom, Loving Henry) (requested by @hallecarey1 )

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Bunny don’t worry, you look so pretty n’ gorgeous” Henry smiled smoothing back Y/n’s hair which was tamed back with a white headband. His bulging arms going around her smaller frame, pulling her flush against his chest, a squeal leaving her mouth as his fingers dipped underneath her skirt and pressed against her freshly groomed pussy.

“Stop being naughty Henry! I’m meeting the rest of your family for the first time and I don’t wanna keep them waiting” Y/n whined shoving his hands off as he laughed smugly, his hands falling to grope her ass roughly before walking over to reach for his car keys. “You ready to go love?” Henry said intertwining her smaller hand with his, watching as she applied another smooth layer of pink lip gloss skilfully, putting it into her small Hermes bag.

“What’s wrong bunny? Why you shakin’ a storm over there?” Henry frowned driving down the country road, his hand settled onto her exposed thigh, his thumb rubbing it soothingly. “Well it’s the first family gathering i’m going to, and all your aunts, uncles and cousins are gonna be there” She said smiling back up at him, her hand holding onto his tightly, playing with the multiple rings adorned on his fingers.

“Listen once we get there, I guarantee they’ll all love you like I do, well maybe not exactly like I do” Henry chuckled gripping her thigh rougher, prompting the smaller woman to laugh and press a wet kiss onto his beard covered cheek. The car falling silent once they pulled into the large house’s driveway, the front filled to the brim with an array of different vans and cars.

“Hold onto me, m’nervous” Y/n breathed out shakily, holding onto his bicep as she watched her boyfriend knock chirpily on the oakwood door.

“Henry my baby! awk Omg and my future daughter-in-law, I missed you!” Henry’s mother Marianne laughed pulling Y/n into her arms, kissing the younger woman on both cheeks, pulling her back to look at her. “You look stunning lovely, we need to do another spa day this month, bet you’re sick of looking at this face all day” Henry scoffed as his mother tugged on his chin, not even receiving a hug from his own ma.

“He’s alright I guess, I missed you too” Y/n smiled sweetly, enough to give anyone a toothache, her demeanour not faltering as she was brought straight into the living room filled to the brim with relatives. Henry’s hand on the small of her back, his fingers drumming softly.

“Awk Henry is this your wee darling! She’s such a small thing, bless her soul she’s so pretty” One of Henry’s aunts exclaimed, holding Y/n in her arms turning her side to side, everyone in the room smiling at the new arrival. “Henry you must have to be so careful with her, must break like glass with a touch of a finger” She winked at them both, causing something to spark inside Henry, the rest of the family laughing the seemingly innocent joke.

“Oh we’re far from careful aunt Luce, surprised she isn’t in pieces yet” He smirked coming up behind her, her head levelled with his chest, both his arms wrapping around her shoulders to clasp in front of her chest. “Hen! That’s so inappropriate, i’m sorry everyone” Y/n scolded, her face heating up at everyones laughs, a small gasp erupting as she felt something hitting her ass from behind.

“Ma i’m gonna go show Y/n around the house, been dying to show her my old room” Within minutes Henry had taken his woman up the stairs in the mansion, her having to jog a little to keep up with his long heavy strides. “W-wait Henry slow down” Y/n gasped as she was pushed into a random room at the end of the extended hallway, realising she was in a room surrounded by DC comics. Henry’s room.

“Sorry bunbun, can’t slow down, all their comments just got to me you know? Break like glass? Bloody laughable” Henry laughed tauntingly, his hands pushing Y/n over the edge of the bed, flipping up her skirt lewdly revealing her cotton white underwear. These were definitely new.

“Henry we can’t, they’re downstairs, what if they hear?” Y/n gasped feeling his middle finger rub up and down her slit, causing the fabric to cling to her wet pussy, a small damp stain starting to appear. “Woahoho look at this love, this is what I needed to see”

“W-what are you doing bear?” Y/n said looking back to see Henry shoving his face against her ass, feeling him take a deep inhale against her pussy. “All freshly shaved for me huh? You smell so fucking good, feel how hard you make me” Henry coaxed taking her hand, not even comparable in size to the bulge basically jumping out of his jeans. Y/n immediately felt her mouth water, remembering all the times her poor pussy had been impaled on his cock.

“I want it, need it now” Y/n said curtly scrambling to turn around and unbutton his jeans and unzip his pants. “Aren’t you eager little one?” He smiled cupping her face, pressing a soft endearing kiss onto her pouty lips, tapping her cheek softly to let her continue her plan. “Actually bunny, lay back for me, be my little starfish yeah? I’ll take care of you n’ quick” He cooed pushing her flat against his old king size bed, a small squeak leaving her as she slightly bounced on the mattress.

Pulling her dress over her head roughly, Henry smiled noticing her chest was left bare, there was a reason he bought a dress with a built in bra. “I love your tits baby, soso much, make me so fucking hard” Henry growled cupping a breast in each hand, his thumb rubbing over her slowly hardening nipples which pebbled in his hands.

“Now for this sweet pussy” Pulling her cotton panties off with one swipe, her bunched it up and shoved it under the pillow her head was on. “What if i’m too loud-“ Y/n felt Henry clamp his lips onto hers, her full lips being sucked in passionately as his tongue eagerly searched for hers. Spit dripping down her face from the corner of her mouth, a whine leaving her as she watched Henry wipe her face with her panties.

“What baby, don’t like the taste of your pussy? Tell you what I love it, love to eat it morning day and night, favourite fucking meal” He growled kissing her again, tasting remnants of her own pussy on her tongue, making him even more harder. His cock now springing out of his boxers due to being so engorged,

“Really? That’s how I feel about this cock of yours bear” Y/n whispered kissing his cheek, fisting his cock in her soft hands, her hands running up and down her nape. “i’m going to cum all over you, wan’ fuck you all night, my little love” Henry moaned humping his sensitive cock against her naked mound, her clit starting to poke out against him.

“yeah feel me fill that little pussy? God you’re my woman aren’t you” Henry nodded along with her as he slowly inched inside her, her voice whining as his thumb rubbed slow circles on her poor clit. His smile widening as he thrusted slowly and deeply, making sure to hit the deepest spots, one which he knew sent her into a frenzy.

“Henry feel so good, could keep you in me forever, you’re so big” Y/n whined, her tits bouncing rhythmically against Henry’s chest, his minty breath fanning her face as he whispered dirty filthy things ‘Gonna make you carry our baby yeah? Maybe they’ll be jus as small as you were? Been dreaming of the day i’d be able to make you a mother, mother of my babies, let everyone know you’re able to take my huge cock’

“F-fuck Henry I cant, ya know that gets me” Y/n whimpered softly, hiding her face in his neck. Henry always knew his words and slow, deep thrusts could get her cumming in minutes, and it doesn’t take him long to follow. “Wait! Mm’sensitive oh my gosh, mmmy oh my fuck” Y/n mumbled highly pitched, her hips slowly grinding against his actively thrusting hips, feeling him chase his own finish.

“Gonna fill you up bunny, right up here” Henry growled smoothing his hand up her stomach, feeling her soft skin under his fingertips, reminding him of just how lucky he was to find someone who loved him like she did. Man if only he knew how lucky she felt, finding a man like Henry to take care of her like no one else before, her big scary soft man.

“Yes yes yes wan’ it now” Y/n grunted cupping his face roughly, her tongue swiping over his lips, his tongue flicking against hers; his cum filling her to the brim. Both of them whining in satisfaction and overstimulation as they watched their mixed juices flow out onto his old superhero sheets. Fuck sake how were they going to get out of this now?

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[negansfavlucille01]

JEALOUSY

Negan × female reader (Alexandrian reader, Rick's daughter)

Summary: Negan gets JEALOUS after he finds something in the readers room.

Warnings: 18+, smut, blowjob, spanking, fingering, clit rubbing, nipple sucking, unprotected sex, overprotective Negan.

Note: This is my first fic, so I don't know what I'm doing😅. Feel free to request some ideas for the future.

"Take your time. Make it good."

Olivia stuttered out a few words before rushing out of the kitchen.

"So, kid.. How about a tour around?" Carl sighed and began showing him around. Negan had taken off his boots and sock, enjoying the softness of the carpet. He checked out the sink, then some other rooms. There was one room that really had his attention. One that Carl didn't wanna show him. "C'mon, what's in there?"

"Nothing special." Carl mumbled.

Negan on the other side, wasn't having it. He opened the door anyway and stepped inside. There was a crib in one of the corners of the room, a bed in the other. He walked over to the crib and picked up Judith. "Look at this little angel..." He rocked her in his arms while she cooed softly.

"So, who's room is that?"

"Y/N's"

"Oh, Y/N's..."

Meanwhile you were just getting back from a supply run with your dad. You both got out of the truck, opening the trunk for Negan's men to see that everything was there.

"You go, I'll finish here." Rick said, while one of Negan's men was looking trough the stuff. You walked back to your house, your shorts lifting up a bit as you did so.

You saw Carl and Olivia sitting at the porch. Carl was holding Judith.

You entered the house without asking any questions. You took off your boots and started walking up the stairs to your room, stopping mid-stair when you heard someone shout "What the fuck?!".

You immediately recognized the voice. You continued walking. When you got to your room you sighed before opening the door. He was there, looking at your thrash bin that was next to your desk. You immediately regretted going in.

"Care to explained?" He said, looking up from the bin, while pointing at it.

"Ummm..." You were speechless. How do you explain that? He'd kill you.

"I want to know. Why do you have a condom in your thrash bin? A used condom."

"I think you can guess."

That only made it worse. He walked up, towering over you. You gulped as you felt his hot breath against your skin. "Who was it?"

"You don't know him..."

"I'd be very fucking glad to meet him, let me tell you that, sweetheart." He gently lifted your chin so you could look at him. It was like he was staring into your soul. His eyes were cold, almost showing no emotion, but there was one thing you could see. Jealousy.

"Get on your knees."

You accepted your faith, getting on you knees in front of him. You knew what he wanted, but you weren't gonna do anything else without a command. "You know what to do."

You nodded.

"So do it."

Lifting your hands off of your thighs where they were resting, you reached for his belt, unbuckling it. You unbuttoned and u zipped his pants, already seeing his hardness through them. Sliding them down along with his boxers, you couldn't help but stare at it. It was big with just the right amount of thickness and the tip was red, already leaking pre-cum.

You wrapped you hands around it, giving it a few strokes before he was solid like cement. Low groans escaped his mouth as you licked the tip, then further to his balls. You took him in your mouth, already gagging on the half of it.

"You can take more. You will take more." He grabbed a handful of hair and pushed you further until your nose was touching his public hair. "There you go. God, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

Your eyes watered from the need of oxygen. When he thought that was enough, he let you pull away, still keeping his hand in your hair. You took a deep breath before going back to pleasuring him with your mouth and hands. Soon you felt him twitch in your mouth, as he gripped your hair harder.

"Fuck, I'm close.. So fucking close."

He shoot his warm seed deep in your throat, groaning loudly before pulling you up on your feet. He kissed you harshly, tasting himself on your lips. Negan then pushed you onto the bed, towering over you. Spreading your legs open and setting between them, he kicked off his pants, that were gathered at his ankles. His jacked following, then his white barely see-through t-shirt. He threw them on the floor before focusing on getting you naked for him. He quickly slid off your shorts along with your panties, throwing them aside then ripping your tank top apart, leaving you only in your bra. You could see he was still mad, even tho he had that stupid grin on his face.

"You're mine from now on, capiche?"

You nodded but that wasn't enough for him. His rough hand slapped your ass, making you cry out.

"Yes. Yes, I understand..."

"Good." He reached behind your back, taking your bra off and throwing it to the pile of clothes on he floor. Immediately his lips were on your breast, sucking on the nipple, probably leaving a hickey. This made you moan like crazy, but it got even louder when he reached to rub your clit with his thumb while his two fingers entered you. Negan started pumping them in and out.

"You like that, baby?" His smirk got wider from the cute little noises you made. "Hell yeah, you do."

You whimpered when he pulled his fingers out, wanting more.

"Don't worry. That tight hole won't be unfilled for a long time." With that, he slammed into you, making you scream out. His hand quickly covered your mouth, muffins your cries. Negan's face buried in your neck as he started moving at a slow pace at first. He kissed your neck as you moaned from the feeling of his cock stretching your out. His pace fastened, as he was leaving wet kisses and love bites on your neck and collarbone. He was now fucking you mercilessly. "What, your tight little cunt can't take me all?"

That nasty grin on his face remained as he was giving you pleasure and pain at the same time. You were clinging to him, scratching his back and shoulders. He groaned as your nails dig into his flesh, but that didn't stop him from going.

"Negan..." You cried out, making him smirk even more.

"I know, baby. I know..."

Your walls tightened, signaling to him that you were close. He let out a low growl, buring his head even more in your neck. "I'm gonna cum.."

"Give it to me, baby. Give me everything you have.."

You came with a loud scream, his name coming out of your lips. He kept thrusting, chasing for his orgasm and soon enough you felt him twitch inside you.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum. Can I cum in this tight pussy?"

"What?! No, Ne-"

"That's a yes." He interrupted you before you could finish.

"No, Negan, please don't.."

"I'm gonna fill you up so good.."

You moaned as he shot his hot cum into you. Not that you minded, you just didn't wanna get pregnant yet. But it felt so good that you wanted to do it again. He was panting softly, still groaning. He dropped his weight on you, careful not to crush your tiny body. He finally pulled out, as you whimpered at the loss off him in you, already missing the feeling of him.

"We're definitely doing this again."

"Agreed..."

"I want you to remember who you belong to, princess."

#negan smith #negan smut #negan #negan x reader #negan fanfiction #twd negan #the walking dead #twd #jeffrey dean morgan

[tieronecrush]

hot & heavy

epilogue: our love is going gold

neighbor!joel x f!reader

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series rating: E (18+ MDNI)

series summary:

over the course of three summers, joel miller becomes woven into your life. the first summer is spent falling for him; nannying his daughter and sneaking around with him in a burning love affair. you know how you feel about joel, he isn’t so sure about how it all is gonna work. the second summer is brief. a month spent at home after graduation and before you move to boston for your dream job. one look at you, one time hearing your voice, and joel is hooked again. he pines over you for that month, but you think — how is long distance of over a thousand miles going to work for a single dad? the third summer, you return home burnt out and pride bruised from your post-grad life. you need time to feel at home again, like your complete self, so you’ve come back home with no return ticket booked. it’s only a matter of time before joel seeks you out, slowly spending more time with you. without an inevitable end to the summer looming over you both, what chances are you willing to take?

word count: 17.2k (but she's done. like done, done.)

warnings (**SPOLIERS**): NO OUTBREAK (don’t need to worry about the mushies), no use of y/n, inexperienced reader, age gap (joel is 30/31, reader is 22), canon-divergent (sarah is now 10 y/o), nanny au, pet names (sweetheart, darling, sweet girl, mariposa, etc.), established relationship, engagement, marriage, alcohol, eating, very lovey romantic, polite southern manners, spanish/spanglish cause joel is latino, soft joel, domestic joel, WIFE!! GUY!! JOEL!!, discussion of parenting, step-parenting, struggles with conceiving, negative self talk and image, smut, soft dom joel, fingering, oral (f receiving), joel worships the ground his wife walks on and also her body, praise, unprotected p in v (they're tryna get pregnant, not you!), breeding kink, sort of nursing kink? joel is briefly obsessed with your tits and makes comments, mating press, a flash of cumplay, the BRIEFEST mention of daddy kink, joel really wants to give his wife a baby, pregnancy, a mention of giving birth, girl dad joel, CUTE FAMILY!!!

also this is the song mentioned <3 it's a fave of mine and i think very joel & mari

a/n: this has been a doozy but happy to hand this over to y'all. this is simply what i envisioned for their future, and if you had different thoughts, i would love to hear them! <3 or if you have any headcanons for their life beyond this, drop them in my inbox! this fic and these characters are my children and i love them very much. will probably keep them alive somehow. and thank you to everyone who's read this series, you are all so special to me and have sincerely made me feel so much more confident in my writing!

as always, thank you thank you thank you @northernbluess for beta-ing, couldn't do it without you! and this extremely long ending is dedicated to el and kiwi @kiwisbell you are my hype people fr

i feel like i need to say like signing off on h&h now lol so this is me doing that & closing the book!

** this is set over three additional summers post-main story **

first of many

After the holidays, it was an easy decision to move in with Joel and Sarah. The Millers had joined your family for their annual, lowkey celebrations; spending Christmas Eve with Joel and Sarah, it was a treat to witness him playing Santa after Sarah had gone to bed. Only a few curses under his breath putting together the new dollhouse she’d requested from St Nick, the other presents from her father, and your gifts to her carefully wrapped under the tree. The two of you split the plate of cookies while watching A Christmas Story, you and Joel taking turns mumbling the words to the iconic scenes under your breaths.

The next morning, your heart was overwhelmed with the love that you hold for this family that has welcomed you in and made you a part of it. Sarah gifted you a photo frame that she’d made at school, painted with flowers and butterflies, and a photo of the three of you from the trip to the apple orchard you’d taken that fall. Once Sarah was occupied with her new treasures, gifts were exchanged between you and Joel. Requesting to gift first, you stand up from the couch and tiptoe around Sarah and her new dolls sprawled across the floor to the front hall closet and retrieve a brand new, custom acoustic guitar. 

Sitting back with him, guitar placed into his hands and his eyes combing over it, his lips part with a gasping breath when he notices in the inlay of ‘SME’ for his daughter’s name, Sarah Elena.

“The old one in the corner of your room was lookin’ a little worse for wear, and I hadn’t seen you play it in a while…” you trail off in the silence, waiting for his response, “Do you—do you like it? Is it the right kind? I tried to match it the best I could to the one upstairs.”

“Oh, Mari baby, I love it. It’s beautiful, thank you so much…” He shakes his head, taking another sighing exhale in appreciation as he turns it in his hands. “Hadn’t played the other one 'cause it wasn’t quite playable anymore. Restrung it a few too many times, the wood was warped from some water damage. The perils of having a toddler around years ago. This is…it’s perfect, Mariposa.”

You beam, shifting in your seat and anxiously fiddling with your fingers. Joel sets the instrument down next to him carefully, turning back to you. He leans in, kissing you delicately and whispering another ‘thank you’ against your lips, “Guess m’gonna have to serenade you now.”

“Oh, yeah, J. I expect one nightly,” you playfully respond, kissing him again before he pulls away, his turn to stand from his place on the couch. 

He wanders over to the tree, plucking the last wrapped gift from under it, and returning to sit next to you. Handing over the small rectangular box, you unwrap it gingerly, glancing at Joel’s knee bouncing. You gently set your hand on it, smiling at him which he returns, biting his lip to channel his jittery energy. Opening the box, you’re met with the shining gold links of a beautiful charm bracelet. Your eyes wander over the small icons, feeling your chest tighten with love as you take them all in: A small ‘S’ with a ruby-colored stone at each end of the curve, a matching ‘J’ with a sapphire embedded into it right next to the ‘S; there’s a tiny gold key, nearly identical to the one he had given to you those three summers before for your job that started it all; a tiny set of longhorn antlers that is reminiscent of home; a lighthouse that reminds you of one you visited while living in Boston, a day you had documented and sent Joel some of the photos in the mail to recap your time. It was a day you had been happy there, and it made your heart ache that he remembered that. The last charm on the bracelet is a butterfly, bejeweled with kelly green stones, the color of the leaves that you told him were your favorite years ago. The ache in your chest is worked out of its knot with Joel’s hand at your back, a gasping breath as you blink back tears.

Clearing your throat, your watery smile has a flash of worry crossing his eyes before you hand him the bracelet you’ve taken out of the box, lightly requesting, “Will you put it on for me?”

Joel nods shyly, taking the dainty piece in his hands, and hooking the clasp around your wrist after a few tries. You both admire it, your smile growing wider and his matching yours.

“Merry Christmas, Mari baby. I love you.”

“Merry Christmas, J. I love you, too.”

Now, months later, the bracelet on your wrist glints in the sun as you hold onto Sarah’s hand, letting her lead you around the atrium filled with butterflies. Spending the day at the same farm you three had visited summers ago, and had kept up with the tradition with the summers following, you picked an abundance of strawberries, wandered through the nature paths, and now ending the day at the youngest Miller’s favorite spot.

Sarah wildly points out the different types of butterflies, the encyclopedia book of the insect’s species that you had gifted her for Christmas coming in handy for today as she reads the small signs of each patterned, winged creature, adding in her tidbits that she remembers. A grin stays plastered on your face as you listen intently, paying no mind to Joel trailing behind the two of you.

Giving your lessons on the flora that you know of in the gardens, Sarah listens to you as well. Stopping in front of the small waterfall, surrounded by tropical plants and flowers, the two of you go back and forth in fun facts about plants and butterflies, unaware as Joel saddles up behind you. Sarah glances back over her shoulder and grins, the expression reading as knowing and mischievous. Before turning around, you start to warn Joel behind you playfully, “J, if you’re even thinking about pushing me or splashing me, I will ki—”

Your breath catches when you finally face him, eyes dropping to meet his; the backpack he’d be adamant about carrying all day is at his feet, unzipped, and in his hands is a small, forest-green velvet box. Joel rests on one knee, a soft but bright, devoted smile on his face.

“Oh my god…” It comes from your lips as a whisper, your free hand reaching up to cover your mouth while the other continues to tether you to Sarah at your side, her small giggle hitting your ears as Joel glances at her, sending her a wink.

Eyes back on your face, Joel clears his throat, adjusting himself on his knee as he takes a deep breath, “I have been trying to figure out exactly what to say, and I can’t seem to find quite the right words that tell you exactly how I feel about you. I love you, so much, Mariposa. The second you entered my life, that time I saw you for only seconds in your backyard while I was touring the house, I knew I had to meet you. And then the first time I met you, well, I knew that you were who I needed.

“I’ve been walking around blind, trying to figure out life for years, and moving next door to you, that was the last piece falling into place. You have made my life, and Sarah’s life, a million times better. And while these past few years haven’t been picture-perfect for us, we made it through, and I know that we can take on anything that comes our way. Eres el alma más hermosa que he conocido, y soy muy afortunada de tenerte. (You are the most beautiful soul I have ever met, and I am so lucky to have you.) I’ve been waiting for years to do this, Mari baby, and I can’t have any more summers pass by without you being mine. Tú eres mi media naranja. (You’re my soulmate.) I love you. Te amo, Mari. You’re my soulmate, sweet girl, and I can’t take another day without the promise of forever. Will you marry me, Mariposa?”

Without hesitation, you nod your head frantically, your tears that started falling as soon as Joel started speaking continue to flow. You uncover your mouth, squeezing Sarah’s hand and sharing a smile with her before she takes her hand away.

“Yes, oh my gosh, Joel…of course, of course, I’ll marry you. I love you so much, J.” You squat down in front of him, left hand trembling as you hold it out for him. He carefully takes the ring from the box, and Sarah, ever the helper, takes it from the spot where it rests on his knee for safekeeping. The delicate gold band slips onto your finger, embellished with clusters of tiny gems and centered with an emerald cut diamond. It’s perfectly you, and you can’t wipe the smile off your face as you watch Joel settle the piece of jewelry on your finger. Both of you take a deep breath, admiring the sight before your eyes find each other’s again, matching expressions of complete admiration. Your hands find his cheeks, pulling him in for a tenderly passionate kiss, attempting to breathe all the love in your chest into the kiss and his heart. Joel pulls away first, resting his forehead against yours for a quiet moment.

“Thank you, J,” you whisper, and his head tilts with curiosity.

“For what, baby? I think I should be thankin’ you for sayin’ yes to me.” He chuckles and rubs his thumb at the back of your hand, skimming next to the band of the new addition.

“Everything. For not giving up. Your patience when I was still finding my way back to you. How effortlessly you’ve welcomed me into your life and your family…” Cheating your body away, one hand reaches out to pull Sarah into the small huddle, reuniting the moment within your unit of three, “I just—I can’t wait for all my summers to be spent with you both.”

“I can’t wait either. This is gonna be the first of many, Mari baby.”

And the two of you really couldn’t wait.

Only a week after Joel was down on one knee, your family was throwing you an engagement party. Tommy, a few of Joel’s close friends from his contracting company, your college friends, and neighbors were all in attendance to celebrate the two of you, and it was a big to-do. Drinks flowing, music playing, and food was being passed around. Everything under the warmth of a Texas night and the strung lights across the stretch of your parents’ backyard. Joel was glued to your side the entire night, hand on your back or clasped in yours, grabbing your refills and whispering in your ear to make you laugh.

“So…are all of these people coming to the wedding? ‘Cause I can count about half that I have no idea who they are.”

To that, you whispered back, “I don’t know them either, so definitely not. Unless they wanna buy us the most expensive thing on the registry.” Joel laughed, squeezing you closer — if it were even possible — and pressing a kiss to your temple.

Later, once you two were far past tipsy, Joel mumbled against your ear, barely able to get the words out without drunkenly giggling himself, “D’you think Mrs. Clarke is thinkin’ m’the one that got away?”

You couldn’t contain your laughter, bursting out in the middle of the conversation happening around you two, quickly covering your mouth as the lingering hiccups escape, “I think she’s singin’ the blues about you, Miller.”

The rest of the evening was filled with small moments between the two of you; never left alone long enough to have a full conversation on your own. Whispers of love and affection breathed out, fleeting kisses exchanged. It wasn’t until the party was over, everyone dwindled out the door and back to their homes, that you and Joel took a beat to speak to each other in more than one sentence. The early hours of the morning had crept in without anyone quite noticing, and Sarah was knocked out, brought inside to sleep in your old bedroom around 10pm when she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. Joel now held her in his arms, her head laying on his shoulder while the three of you walked the short distance home. After your quiet goodnight to Sarah that went unheard by her sleeping self, Joel put her down, taking off her shoes and leaving her undisturbed to sleep in her clothes.

Back in the ensuite of your, now, shared bedroom, you’re lazily getting ready for bed, movements slower and lagging from the alcohol you consumed. Joel stands behind you, facing your reflection in the mirror and giving you a smile as the exhaustion catches up to him.

“You have fun tonight, sweet girl?” His vocal cords rub together in a fry, hands finding their place on your waist and drawing you back into his chest. Littering kisses at the back of your neck, he hums contently before you affectionately shoo him off to brush his teeth while you apply your skincare.

“‘Course I did, J. Spent most of the night with you, how could I not have fun?” You grin at him from in front of your side of the double sinks, gently rubbing in your moisturizer. “Have you given any thought as to when you wanna set a date for?”

Whatever he responds is muffled by the foamy toothpaste, your face twisting in confusion before he leans over and spits out, rinsing his mouth and toothbrush. Standing back up, he rests his hip against the countertop while facing you, shrugging as he smirks slightly, “As soon as possible. Baby, I’d get married to ya in a garbage dump if it meant we could get married right this second. No puedo esperar para hacerte mi esposa. (Can’t wait to make you my wife.) And I know you don’t want that, and I want to make you happy, so whenever you want, Mari. Lo que sea que desees, lo haré realidad. (Whatever you wish for, I’ll make a reality.) But I will say, summer’s kind of our thing.”

A gentle smile stretches across your lips as you step closer, hands coming to rest on his chest and massaging your fingers gently into the muscles there, “Well, how about we do this summer? I mean, I don’t want anything fancy, just something special for us. Thought maybe we could do it here, in our backyard and my parents’. Where we met and fell in love and broke up and fell in love again and—”

“I love that idea, sweetheart. Think it’s perfect for us…” Joel punctuates his work by stealing a kiss, mint and strawberry lip balm melting on his tongue when he deepens it only for a few seconds, “Think we can manage for Labor Day weekend, mi amor?”

Nodding confidently, your hands skate up to his shoulders, pulling him down for another kiss, “I believe we just set our wedding date, Miller.”

“Damn right, we did, Miller.”

A whirlwind of planning and three months later, you now stand in your childhood bedroom on the second floor of your parent’s house, admiring yourself in the full-length mirror standing in the corner. Your mom had helped you with your hair, a small gold barette holding one side away from your face; your makeup was fairly minimal, fresh, and bright, but nothing too heavy that would melt in the heat that has graced Austin this weekend.

On your wrist is your charm bracelet from Joel, a simple gold locket to match that your father had gifted you the evening before at the rehearsal dinner — it has belonged to his grandmother, and now your grandma wanted you to have it since she couldn’t make the trip down due to her age. It was your ‘something old’ he said, playing into the old traditions that seemed to charm your entire family. 

Your ‘something borrowed’ was a pair of white strappy sandals from your mom, ones that she had worn to her rehearsal dinner when she married your dad. The title of ‘something new’ belonged to the charm hanging off of your wrist that was hand-delivered to you this morning from Tommy, per the request of Joel since you both were getting ready in opposite houses. The gift box unveiled a gold lotus flower, hand painted with deep magenta petals. Inside the lid of the box was a folded note, the words written by your soon-to-be husband in his usual scrawl.

Mi amor,

Got to reading one of your books you leave around about plants, and they were talking about the lotus flower. Made me think of you — since they go back to the murky water each evening and open their blooms at the break of day. You always start fresh, sweet girl, you’re so resilient and strong and pure of heart. No matter what happens, you get through it. And you won’t have to go at it alone, baby. I’m gonna be right there with you through anything.

You make me a better man.

Te amo, mi media naranja.

J

You had to touch up your makeup after having read the note over and over for minutes straight, now fresh faced and eager to get downstairs. One last time in the mirror, you give yourself the once over, smoothing the long, full skirt of your linen dress. The ruched empire bodice lays across your chest, framing your neck with a square shape along with the cap sleeves. Simple, but it feels perfectly you. And now, you were finally on your way to get your something blue: Joel in his navy suit, waiting at the end of the aisle for you.

Everyone’s gathered in their seats, only a crowd of around forty people from your lives occupying the rows, all carefully selected to make the cut. It was easy for Joel, he had three people he wanted there for sure, and well, his daughter didn’t have a choice living right next door, plus with her dad being the groom, and you being the bride. The only chance of a wild card he had was Tommy, but he was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning despite the many shots he had the night prior. At the rehearsal dinner of all places.

Dressed and gaffed, he stands at the end of the short aisle after having walked down it hand-in-hand with Sarah, who was donning a lilac dress she picked out with your help and her hair in her natural, bouncy curls. She now sits next to Tommy in the front row, whose new girlfriend Maria is sitting on the other side of him, stealing peeks over the back of the seat to try to catch a glimpse of you at the top of the deck stairs. Joel is doing the same, eyes flickering from scanning over the crowd to tunneling at the opening of the stairs. 

Music starts and it immediately tunes out of his ears, a tingle of excitement radiating from his chest throughout his body. A vision in white, you appear at the stairs with your arm linked to your dad, Mark; he isn’t paying attention to anything but you, captivated by your beauty. His heartbeat kicks up when you walk down, reaching the end of the grassy path between rows of chairs, and stopping for a moment. With the bouquet in one hand, you use the other that was resting on your dad’s arm to give him a short wave that he returns with a grin.

Each step you take brings up tears in his eyes, an overwhelming joy clenching around his heart. A few drop down his cheeks, using one of his thumbs to wipe away the streaks as you give him a gentle smile, speeding up your walk and dragging your dad along with you. The guests laugh at the eagerness, Joel rocking on the balls of his feet as he bites back his wild grin when you finally reach him. Exchanging hugs with your dad, Mark shakes Joel’s hand before clapping him on the back, a sure nod directed to him.

His hand slips into yours naturally, helping you with the last few steps to stand in front of him, exhaling a deep breath. A smile that he can’t wipe off stretches across his face, looking into your eyes as he lifts a hand to wipe his cheeks. You do the same, delicate touch against his skin while your gaze stays trained on his. Beating out of his chest, his heart thumps deeply, the wings of his butterfly fluttering madly in his gut in time with his heartbeat.

“Hey, Mari.”

“Hi, J.”

Everyone settles back in their seats, and your brother stands at the makeshift altar, a carved arbor handmade by Joel over the last few months frames the three of you in front of your guests. You turn to hand off the wildflower bouquet you put together to Sarah, eager to fulfill her responsibility of holding it during the ceremony. She grins, whispering to you loud enough for him to hear when she takes the arrangement.

“You look so pretty, Posey. I’m excited for you to marry Daddy.” Your hand reaches for her curls, squatting down in your dress to address her at eye level, unconditional love shining in your eyes as you look at his daughter.

“You look beautiful, Sare Bear. I’m so excited, too.” Other words are exchanged only between the two of you, a hug shared before Sarah retreats to her chair next to Tommy and you stand up and take Joel’s hands.

Chris ambles through an introduction, recollecting his version of events, as well as both of your sides, for how your relationship has progressed. Humor was laced throughout, laughter bubbling over throughout the crowd of guests, and especially between the two of you when you shared knowing expressions.

The ceremony moves quickly, with no religious elements to extend the length, simply secular. Before he knows it, Chris is reaching the vows, allowing a moment for Tommy to present the rings to each of you, clapping a hand on his brother’s back.

“Don’t fuck this one up, brother. Posey’s a good ‘un. Way too good for you—”

Joel cuts him off with a mumble and an eye roll, “I know all of this, Tommy, but thank you for the reminder.”

Chris directs Joel to go first, a deep inhale and extended exhale fills the air as you give his hands a reassuring squeeze. He flashes a smile at you before he drops one of your hands, finishing in his inside jacket pocket for the small slip of paper.

“I tried to memorize this, but we both know that wasn’t gonna happen…” he huffs out a nervous chuckle, reading over the page before his eyes come back to you, a patient and gentle grin on your face, “I genuinely hope you know how much I love you. I try to show you, to tell you, to make you feel it through osmosis every day, but I truly hope you can feel it. Through all that we have been through together and on our own, I have always had you in my mind. I thought about you every day you were away, and all I was hoping for was your happiness. I cannot tell you what it means that you have found your happiness with me, but I will be thanking whatever forces are out there for bringing us back together. Our roads may have been bumpy, and they may be in the future, but I’m so thankful to have you in my passenger seat. Cause we both know you don’t like to drive.” Joel winks and the crowd of guests laugh.

“I never want to let go. And I’m never going to let you go, Mariposa, I’m in it for the long run.  Eres todo para mí. (You are everything to me.) You are everything I have ever asked for, hoped for, didn't think I deserved. You are…un alma tan pura (such a pure soul) and I don't know how you ended up with me, but I'm countin’ my luck every second of every day. I love you through anything, mi Mariposa, and I cannot wait for our future together, as a family. I’m so happy that you have found a place you belong with Sarah and me, and I feel so lucky that you have chosen me. Te amo, mi Mariposa. Siempre.”

Recovering from your tears, you choke out a small sob that tugs on his heartstrings, tightening his grip on your hand while his brow furrows softly in concern.

“Happy tears, I promise, J. Very happy tears.” Another sob comes with a burst of laughter, a hand of yours fanning your face. Joel reaches up, wiping away the stragglers, careful to not smudge any of your mascara. With a deep breath, you focus back, centered, offering Joel your left hand. He repeats the phrase from Chris, who recites it from his printed-out online ordainment course before slipping the simple matching gold band onto your finger above your engagement ring, ears ringing when he sees the symbol of his love and commitment on your finger, where it will stay for the rest of his time on this Earth.

Next, it was your turn to recite your vows, Chris pulled a piece of paper from his jacket and handed it to you. A giggle slips from your lips, wavering the small folded sheet, “Couldn’t memorize it either. Got too much to say…”

Joel relaxes in his stance, thumb circling the back of your palm as he listens, the butterfly wings fluttering into his chest and up to his head, love overwhelming his nervous system across his body. You clear your throat, looking up from the wrinkled white sheet, “I didn’t know that one summer spent at home would completely send me on a whole new life path, but looking back, I am eternally grateful that I wanted to mooch off my parents for as long as possible. That first summer, I fell hard and fast, and despite the obstacles, my love continued to root deeper inside of me and grow out new branches with every memory we made together. I am so lucky to have been welcomed so easily into the Miller household, and I cannot imagine my life with you or Sarah there right next to me. You both have brought so much into my life and thanks to you, J, I feel like I have truly found myself. 

“I was always searching for what I was meant to do, who I was meant to be, and what I would leave behind in my life. And while I went out searching everywhere, the answer was my next-door neighbor. I am meant to be your person, I was meant to care and love and create a life with you, and your wonderful daughter, and I know I will leave behind all my love for you and our family behind. My success does not need to be measured by the reach of my impact, but by how deeply I love you. That is all that matters to me, to make you feel loved and supported and to know how incredible you are. You mean the world to me, and I love Sarah as if she were my own; both of you are my best friends and I could not do this life without you. I am so excited to spend the rest of my days, and the rest of my summers with you, J. I love you. Forever.”

The same routine goes for you, slipping a gold band around Joel’s left ring finger. He flexes with the new accessory on his hand, admiring it before he looks at you, a wide and wild grin crossing his face as he listens as Chris starts to ask him that very special question, “Joel, do you ta—”

“Absolutely I do. No question.”

Laughter rises from the attendees, and you, playfully roll your eyes. Chris nods shortly, chuckling as he turns to address you with the same question. He states your name, inquiring, “Do you ta—”

“Of course, I do. Only been waitin’ years for this to happen.” 

Joel laughs, shaking his head as he mumbles a sweet agreement, “You and me both, baby.”

Chris drops the papers he was reading from next to him on the grass, clasping his hands together, “Well, that made it damn easy for me. With the power vested in me by apparently the state of Texas, but who really knows, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Now y’all can kiss finally.”

A hand presses against the small of your back, pulling you into his chest as he folds down, latching your lips to his in a deep kiss, all of his love pouring into the moment. It takes restraint to not take it further in front of everyone, your intoxicating taste drawing him in and quenching a perpetual thirst he has. You lean back first, fingertips digging into his shoulders to hold him off as you whisper, “Gotta keep some decorum until tonight, Mr. Miller.”

“Hard to do that with you, Mrs. Miller,” he rasps back, matching blindingly bright grins across your faces as you right yourself, turning to face your guests as your brother loudly announces.

“For the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Miller!”

With the low-key, intimate wedding that you both had planned together, there was no real formal separation of the ceremony and reception. Instead, everyone wandered over to the backyard of Joel’s home, which was now yours, too. There were rented tables set up with chairs around, no seating chart, and a checkered dance floor set up in the middle of the lawn. Lights have been strung from his deck to the tree at the back of the property line that holds Sarah’s tire swing, some lanterns strewn about to add more light as the sun sets in the later evening. 

The family-favorite restaurant in the city that the three of you have frequented, even as friends, catered the meal, and your parents, ever so prepared, had stocked up all summer with booze. Your dad plays pretend bartender, getting your now-husband behind the tablecloth-covered folding table and pouring heavy drinks and somehow heavier shots. By sundown, everyone was liquored up enough to cheer for you both to have a first dance, chanting their request over and over.

Joel looks at you from his spot next to you, eyebrows raising in question. His hand at your back draws you closer, starting to sway to whatever song is playing as he grins with a looseness to him, relieved to have you as his for good and relaxed from the alcohol in his blood. “C’mon, Mari baby, I wanna dance with you. M’wife. I got the perfect song.”

“Okay, okay, you go tell Chris what song you want and see if he’s got it on his iPod.” 

You push Joel along, giggling to yourself as he shuffles over to Chris, the makeshift DJ for the evening. Joel leans in, talking in your brother’s ear over the music currently playing. They exchange a smile and nod, Joel laying a hand on his shoulder and shaking it affectionately. His beer gets abandoned on the nearest surface, giddily running over to you and taking your hand. Impatiently, he pulls you to the center of the dance floor, and Tommy intercepts your drink before it sloshes all over the front of you, huffing out a disbelieving breath as you continue to drag behind Joel.

Your husband turns you in his arms, one hand finding your back as the other lifts your joined ones toward his shoulder, elbows bent. Everyone else clears the dancefloor as an upbeat guitar riff sounds out of the speakers surrounding the dancefloor, the bright drums kicking in as Joel starts to shuffle the two of you around the dancefloor, a swing to your movements again.

The familiar lyrics of Orleans’ Still the One that Joel has sung to you many times over the last year are recited right back to you, making you reminisce about the time you were driving in the car to pick up Sarah from camp, a rare afternoon that both of you had off together. The song had come onto Joel’s favorite classic rock station, perking him up in his seat as he turned the volume dial up.

“Oh, Mari baby, this is such a great song.”

Not as familiar with it, you listen, giggling as he sings along with his words pointed at you, and you had to admit, they were pretty sickly sweet. Ever since then, Joel got into the habit of singing it to you, learning to play it after he received his new guitar from you at Christmas.

Dancing with him now, under the sticky heat of the tail end of Texan summer, surrounded by family and friends, he makes you feel as if it’s only the two of you again like it was for every other moment before with this same song.

In your ear, he sings along only for you, pulling away and twirling you as y’all take over the entire dancefloor with how free and loose you’re playing it. “You’re still the one that makes me laugh…still the one that’s my better half…we’re still havin’ fun and you’re still the one.”

At the next chorus, you join him in singing along, laughing at his excitement, both of you singing along louder. The song reaches the guitar solo, and Joel takes both of your hands, swinging you out from his chest before pulling you back in; he spins you to cross your arms in front of you, and your back to his chest before twirling you out. On the last line, when the final word is dragged out, he wraps his arms around you, spinning both of you around until the final chord strikes, setting you down and chests heaving to catch your breaths. Wide smiles still find your open mouths, cheers and whistles from the guests gathered around the dancefloor, now filling the checkered floor as the next song plays.

Breathless, Joel grins madly, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly before asking, “Think we did pretty damn good for unplanned, don’t you, Miller?”

“Damn right, we did, Miller.”

The rest of the evening was all the same, a night spent with your closest family and friends all celebrating the two of you and your love. Both you and Joel shared a dance with Sarah separately, relishing in her unbridled joy and Joel comforted his daughter when she shed a few tears about how happy she was. Your dad pulled you for a short jaunt around the dancefloor, and Joel asked your mom for a dance, which she accepted happily as a stand-in for his mom.

More drinks flowed into glasses and out of bottles, your shoes kicked off and Joel’s jacket and tie discarded onto the back of a chair somewhere. Your cheeks ached from how much you were smiling and laughing the whole time, a weight lifted, the promise of forever with your favorite person now on its way to being a reality.

You both ceremoniously cut the small single-tiered cake that your mom ordered, serving the slice on a plate. Grabbing a piece with your hands, you cheers it with Joel’s, watching as his went into his mouth and laughing as yours went across his cheek. He feigned shock, shaking his head as he looked at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes, taking a step closer. A turn on the ball of your foot directs you in an attempt to get away; failing miserably, misstepping from your level of drunkenness, Joel catches you in his arms. Turning you back around to face him, he steals a purposefully sloppy kiss, buttercream smearing against your lips and chin, the taste of vanilla coating your tongue as it melts into the taste of Joel, whiskey, beer, and sugary sweetness from the dessert.

At the very end of the night, most guests in cabs home or retreat to their homes down the street, it’s left to your closest people. The last song of the night is announced by Chris, the same song that has come up again and again for the two of you trilling over the speakers. Everyone dances and sings along to American Pie, the perfect cyclical moment for the two of you, and the closing moment of your summer. Sarah dances with the two of you, laughing as Joel twirls her around, infectious smiles on their faces. 

Your heart grows in your chest, nearly to the point of bursting as you take a step back in your mind, taking in all of the moment as it surrounds you. In the backyard of your new house, the next chapter of your life starts with Joel and Sarah; right next door is your childhood home, full of love and memories with your parents and brother. Even through the hardships, these places and people have never stopped feeling like home.

The song finishes with a flourish, Joel tucking you into his chest after he scoops Sarah into his arms with a soft groan. Sarah lays her head on her dad drowsily and he presses a kiss to her forehead, mirroring the same on yours; a mumble against your skin is barely heard by you, his drawl exaggerated by the liquor, “Mi Mariposa y mariposita. My lil’ Bug. Love my girls so much.”

Tommy slides sleepy Sarah into his arms from Joel after you two say goodnight to her, the younger Miller brother already prepared the arrangement for her to stay at his on the night of your wedding. You reassure her the promise to meet at Waffle House in the morning, which will likely be the afternoon with the state of the adults. Maria, the designated driver, and Tommy, much closer to sober than drunk than you were expecting, send another congratulations your way before they’re off to the car with Sarah.

After the necessary sweep of cleaning is done between you two and your immediate family, food, drink, and lanterns gathered, they part ways, taking everything back to theirs to deal with in the morning along with striking down the tables, chairs, and dancefloor. In the quiet of the early morning hours, you and Joel stand with your arms around each other, swaying gently. Cheek to chest, Joel’s voice rasps from overuse, vibrating your ear pressed against him, “Was it what you wanted, sweet girl?”

“Everything and more, J. I loved it,” you say as you pull your head away, tilting your chin to look into his eyes, “And I love you, m’husband.”

“I love you more, m’wife.” He shakes his head, biting a smile back, “Don’t think m’ever gonna get tired of callin’ you that, Mari.”

“Me neither. Gonna be callin’ you my husband instead of usin’ your name,” you flirt as your smirk grows and he wiggles his eyebrows, hand drifting down to the curve of your ass.

“Guess we better test that theory, baby.” He grins as he bends his knees, lifting you over his shoulder. His other hand rests on your ass to balance you, your hands pressing against his lower back as you shriek slightly from the initial shock. “Want the whole neighborhood to know m’your husband now. Even if they weren’t invited, so you better be loud, m’gorgeous wife.”

He walks you both up the stairs and through the backdoor, your snort echoing in the quiet of the night, pulling out the ol’ faithful from the early days with him, “Yes, sir.”

second nature

“What do you think about getting a dog?” you ask from your seat on the bed, propped up against the headboard with a book in your lap. Joel pops his head out from the en-suite, brow quirked as he continues to towel off his hair and laugh softly.

“Can’t say I’ve thought about it, darlin’.” He disappears again, hanging his towel on the back of the door before coming back out of the bathroom with a clean pair of boxers on, washed up from his long day on-site. “Have you been thinking about getting a dog?”

A sheepish grin stretches across your face, shrugging your shoulders as Joel gets into bed. He matches your position, leaning back against the headboard and turning his head toward you. He’s intrigued. If he wasn’t, he’d tell you that you could talk about it more in the morning, and then he would give you his honest opinion in the light of day. Never wanting to start a silly argument before bed, always attempting to keep the peace.

Which made him great at compromising. To what you wanted in the first place.

“I’ve been thinking it would be nice for Sarah. Like something to learn responsibility — teaching her to feed it on schedule and take it for walks and fill the water bowl.”

“Yeah, it’ll teach her that I’ll take on all those responsibilities when she gets bored of it,” your husband snorts at his own comment, making you roll your eyes playfully and scoot closer.

“Oh, c’mon, J. Don’t you think it would be fun to have a dog around? We wouldn’t even need to get a puppy if you think it’s too much. But I work at home nannying baby Amelia so I’d be around all day and then when Sarah gets home from school or camp, she can take him or her for a walk. And then feed it before you even get home. Oh! Or you could take the dog to work with you! How cute would that be, you could train him to grab your tools for you.” 

A contagious smile brightens your face in the low lamplight, one that Joel can’t help but mirror on his own face. The eagerness is evident in your expression and your voice, and the proposition doesn’t seem like it would be too difficult of an adjustment. Shaking his head at your suggestions, he laughs quietly while reaching a hair up to smooth your hair away from your face.

“Are you gonna be the one to teach it what all the different screwdrivers are?” 

An excited gasp exhales and you scramble to straddle Joel’s lap, “Wait, are you serious? You’re actually okay with getting a dog?”

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you lean back to look at his face. His hands find the curve where your thighs melt into your ass, squeezing gently. Always handsy.

“Yeah, baby, we can get a dog.” Joel groans dramatically when you pull yourself tight against him, hugging him while on hand rubs back and forth at the base of your spine. “I’ve got some conditions though.”

Unraveling from his neck, you stay perched in his lap, nodding fervently. “Anything. Whatever you want, if it means we get a dog.”

“Oh, anything?” he teases with another squeeze of your bum, laughing when you shoot him a look.

“Not what I meant, Miller. Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Can’t help it with you, sweet girl. My mind’s always in the gutter around you.” The sentiment is punctuation with a tender kiss to your lips and one to your forehead. Calloused palms skate along your bare thighs, humming contently, “Conditions are: has to be a big dog. Don’t want one of those little white dogs or like something that’ll break if we have babies and they’re a little rough with it.”

The forethought he has for your future children warms your heart, and you agree immediately, “Deal. Didn’t want a little dog anyways. What else?”

“Gotta fence in the backyard. I don’t mind putting in a gate for us and your parents to easily go back and forth through, but I don’t want the chance of the dog gettin’ out when we’re all outside.”

“Totally understandable. I’ll even help you install the fence,” you offer proudly.

“That’s real sweet, Mari baby, thank you. You don’t gotta lift a finger though, I’ll bring some of the guys over and pay a little extra and we’ll get it done in a day, no problem.”

“Alright, so big dog, fence. Anything else you’d like to negotiate, Mr. Miller?” you mock a formal tone, turning your nose up. Joel laughs, tightening his arms around your waist and tugging you closer. Kisses press into your neck and along your jaw, pausing inches away from your lips as he makes his final request.

“Dog sleeps in Sarah’s room or downstairs. I like our privacy.” He smirks before kissing you deeply, easily flipping you onto your back and hovering above you. Your legs hook around his waist and he raises his eyebrows, “That all sound fair to you, Mariposa?”

“Absolutely it does. Guess we’re getting a dog, ri—” You’re cut off by his lips on yours again, pressing you further into the mattress with his body weight.

“Let’s save the rest of this for the morning,” Joel mumbles against your skin as he trails his mouth down your neck to your collarbone, “‘Cause right now, I think I’d rather get some pussy.”

He doubles over in laughter at his own joke, forehead pressing against your chest as his shoulders heave. Your fingers comb into his hair, unable to fight quiet chuckles of your own no matter how hard you try to not give him the satisfaction.

“God, you’re such a dork.”

The clock rolls to 3pm as you sit in your car, lined up along with parents of campers. Shrills of laughter and screams echo from the bright, primary-colored playground across the way, counselors attempting to corral the kids to lead them out for pick-up. Air conditioning blasts on you as you fan at the back of your neck, exhaling in the sweltering Texan heat. It’s only the beginning of summer, June barely having turned over, but the temperatures have reached record highs for the year already.

Your stepdaughter. The thought still makes you smile months on, the dynamic between the two of you falling naturally into a closer, more nurturing relationship. Little acknowledgments from Sarah have made your heart sing over the days; routinely saying goodnight to you along with Joel, asking you for permission to go play outside, seeking you out nearly as much as Joel when she has had a nightmare. The pair of you have built routines of your own before bed, you making a promise to Sarah to read with her and to show her your favorite books from when you were her age.

A few nights ago, Sarah had retreated with you to her room, at least thirty minutes before her bedtime to get in another chapter of Matilda by Roald Dahl. The main character reminded you of Sarah’s sweet and spunky personality, and you were so excited that she fell in love with the story and its characters as quickly as you did when you read it for the first time.

Sat up against her headboard, Sarah laid back in your arms and cracked open the novel where her bookmark stuck out, started to read aloud to you in the low lamplight. Mindlessly, you played with her hair as you listened to her confidently recite the words from the page. The day caught up to you, the peaceful moment pulled a yawn from your lungs. Sarah’s words slowed down, her eyes slowly blinking until they closed, which was your queue to slip the book from her hands and mark the spot, and laid it on her nightstand.

When you tried to slip out from behind her to leave her to sleep soundly, she stirred, mumbling the sweetest, “Will you stay for a little bit, Posey?”

And you had no choice but to oblige her request. After getting comfortable next to her, Sarah curled into your side and you pressed a kiss to her forehead, continued to play with her hair to soothe her back to sleep.

What you hadn’t realized was that you also drifted off in her twin bed with her, the lamp still on. Joel was watching TV downstairs, waiting for you to retreat down the steps as you do every night, but no sign of you after an hour had him standing up to go searching. It was quiet when he reached the top of the stairs, no telling giggles or loud whispers to give the two of you away. 

He pushed open the cracked door of Sarah’s bedroom, and was met with a sight that squeezed his heart tight, a sigh exhaled from his lungs. You tucked right next to his little one, and both slept deeply. Without disturbing your rest, he tiptoed over to the nightstand, tugged the blanket up over both of you before he hovered above the bed to press a gentle kiss to each of your foreheads. 

Lamp clicked off, he whispered to your unconscious ears, “G’night, girls. Love you two.”

It was a few hours before your usual alarm when you’d woken up, sore from the small space and glanced around the dark room to discover you had fallen asleep next to Sarah. Carefully slipped out from the covers, you tucked her back in and padded down the hall to your bedroom where Joel was sleeping, a soft snore came from him as he’d starfished out on the mattress. You gently shook him half awake to move him, and he groaned softly at the disruption before he tugged you into his chest and pressed a drowsy kiss to your shoulder.

“Was jus’ too cute to wake you up, Mari baby. My Mariposa and my lil’ Bug…” He hummed sleepily into your skin, hand gently rubbed circles in your lower belly while your eyes close, desperate for those last few hours of slumber. “Makes me so happy.”

“Me too, J. M’so, so happy she’s that comfortable with me. My baby best friend. And you’re my big baby best friend…” You breathed out an airy giggle and Joel protested weakly behind you, a gentle pinch to your side before you both exchanged a quick “love you” and drifted right back off.

The reminder of the sweet moment in the morning from Joel was the highlight of your week.

Climbing out of the car, the engine running and door open, you round the front bumper and stand on the curb to wait. You find her before she finds you, calling out to her to grab her attention, “Hey, sweet pea!”

Her familiar deep brown irises search for the source of your voice, landing on your face and waving excitedly. Sarah checks out with her counselor for the day, scurrying over to you with her backpack bouncing at her shoulders.

“Hi, Posey!”

She collides with your torso, her growth spurts finally starting over the last few months so the top of her head hits just at your chest, and nearly knocks the wind out of you. Patting her back, you laugh and pull her back to look her in the face, “Well, hello to you too, Sare Bear. How was camp today? You ready to go?”

After your greetings, she climbs into the backseat on the opposite side of Amelia’s car seat. You store her bag in the passenger seat with yours before retreating around to the driver’s side, heading off once both of you are secured in your seatbelts.

Flicking your eyes up in the rearview mirror, the two of you catch up, which mostly consists of her recapping the camp activities and excitedly talking about the pool day that’s planned for Friday. As you turn onto your street, Sarah’s brow furrows at the sight of Joel’s truck in the driveway.

“Dad’s home already? That’s weird.”

“Hm, I guess he is. Or maybe he’s just stopped by to grab something he forgot. You know how he is.”

Sarah laughs in agreement as you park your car next to his truck. Both of you get out and head in through the garage, straight into the kitchen where Joel’s standing at the counter eating a sandwich.

“Told you, Sare, stopped by ‘cause he forgot something. Lunch.” You send him a teasing grin as you deposit Sarah’s bag by the door and kick off your sandals. She does the same before wandering past her dad to the fridge in search of a snack. Apple doesn’t fall far.

“What? I can’t happen to drop in hoping to see my wife and my daughter in the middle of my work day? Do I have to have ulterior motives?” Joel speaks, words muffling around the bite in his mouth as you approach the island to stand opposite him.

“Dad, you literally always ask ‘What’s for dinner?’ or ‘What’s cookin’?’ after you say hi to us every day. Your motivation is always to get some food,” Sarah chimes in from in front of the fridge, laughing when Joel looks at her offended.

“See? Even a ten year old recognizes the pattern of behavior,” you confirm your findings, laughing as Joel grumbles to himself and pops the last bite of his sandwich in his mouth.

“Well, for your information, both of you, I am here for an entirely different reason than lunch and to see you two.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest, looking between the two of you with a mischievous smile on his face. “Why don’t y’all go look in the living room and then tell me if you wanna keep makin’ fun of Dad?”

Sarah excitedly starts off toward the living room, giddy about the surprise awaiting her. Your brow furrows and lips twist up in curiosity, eyes staying glued to Joel. He laughs and nods to the other room, a bright smile on his face.

“Better go see, mi amor. Think you’ll want to meet him.” Joel winks, your attention being pulled away when you both hear Sarah gasp from the living room.

“Oh my gosh! Posey, come here! Aw!”

That’s when it registers — the surprise, home in the middle of the day, the smirk, ‘you’ll want to meet him’.

“You didn’t,” you breathe out, head snapping back to Joel as he gives you a wide, genuine grin.

“Go! See for yourself.” He rounds the island and grabs your hips from behind, guiding your steps into the living room. Sarah’s giggles fill the room as the fluffy Bernese Mountain puppy stands in her lap and licks at her face. The small dog’s attention is pulled from her and over to you and Joel entering the room, a tiny bark sounding before he scampers over.

“Joel, oh my god, how did you—when—oh my god…” You kneel down to scoop up the little one into your arms and cuddle it gently, giving it pets before letting him run around again.

“Found someone who had a litter with their family dogs the day after we talked about it. And arranged to pick him up. They said he’s the energetic one, and that he’s gonna be a big boy. Like a hundred pounds.”

“Oh my god, he’s so sweet…thank you, J.” You beam up at him, waving him to bend down and steal a kiss, squeezing his shoulder.

Sarah’s playing with your new family dog, tugging with a rope toy as he fights back with his whole little body. “Thank you, Dad. He’s so cute!”

“What should we name him?” Joel asks as he lowers himself to the floor next to you, smiling as the puppy runs over. The two rough house, Joel easily flipping him over to scratch at his belly as the dog pants happily.

“Any ideas, Sare?” you ask, looking over at her.

She thinks for a moment before looking up between Joel and you, laughing at the tiny pup’s antics, “What about Goose? He just seems like one. Like a silly goose.”

“Goose? I like it, Bug,” Joel confirms, turning to you with a grin, “How about you, Mari?”

Nodding, you look at the new addition to the family, burning bright with happiness at your people’s excitement, “I think Goose is a perfect fit. And now you’re not outnumbered anymore, J. Two girls and two boys in the Miller household.”

Sarah laughs and lays down to cuddle with Goose while Joel moves closer to your side, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your head as he quietly whispers, “Hopefully won’t be too long before the boys are outnumbered again.”

“And what makes you say it won’t be us girls being outnumbered?”

“Call it father’s intuition. Wouldn’t know what to do with a little boy, bein’ a dad to another girl would just be second nature. Plus, I would want a mini Mari running around the world.” Joel presses a kiss to your temple before you turn your head, catching his pursed lips with yours sweetly.

“I’d take anything if it means havin’ a little piece of you forever, J.”

third time lucky

Negative.

A single line, bold and brash, stares back at you. Turning the plastic in your hands, you attempt to read it at different angles, the smallest bit of hope lingering for another line to appear — that it was a trick of the light that was causing your disappointment.

To no avail, the blue strip remains unaccompanied in the small window. A sinking feeling fills your body from your toes up. Everything feels heavier, except your lower stomach. That has never felt as empty as it is now.

Heavy footsteps thump a vibration in the floors, but your focus remains on a speck of dust floating in the light past your field of vision. His presence hangs in the bedroom, milling about, unknowing of what you were up to before he came in from mowing the lawn.

“Hey, baby, m’gonna take a shower and then we’ve got Sarah’s softball game at three. Probably half to leave here around two, her coach asked all the parents to be thirty minutes early for some reason…” Joel’s voice fades in your head as your thoughts start to yell, scream, fight, taunt inside of your mind.

A hard swallow pops your ears, the ringing in them growing louder as your mind begins to wander. The test is left discarded on the bathroom counter, with no heart yet to throw it in the garbage where the others have ended up. Your bare feet shuffle against the rug as you seek out solace under covers, even in the ninety-plus-degree heat. The springs of the mattress shift under your weight, lying on your side facing the opposite side of the bed that lays empty right now. The coverlet is pulled up over you, curling your fingers at the hem tightly, white knuckle grip to release some of the tension that has taken over your mind. You want to scream, cry, yell, question — but what you want most of all is to be able.

Why aren’t you able? Why can’t you do what your body is made to do, what it begs for, what it reminds you that you’ve failed at every month?

Joel stands in observation of you, careful distance, one hand lifting before he drops it. He can guess what this is about. What you’ve left behind in the en-suite. But to confirm his suspicions, he quietly walks into the tiled room, leaving his clean clothes on the counter while he picks up the test.

Negative.

His body sinks, toes up to his head, but with a gaping, empty feeling in his chest. There’s so much room left in his heart, room he is eager to fill with another part of you, another love, another soul to protect. Now, though, all of his emptiness is filled with an ache for you. You’ve been dreaming out loud for a year now, wonderings and visions shared with him late nights and early mornings — Will they have his eyes? You hope so, so that they look like their sister. Who’s ears would they have? What quirks will they pick up from both of you? Who will they grow up to be? How will we be able to contain our love for both of our kids?

Our kids. Joel remembers that night; after you said that, he couldn’t hold himself back, couldn’t contain his love for you. No hesitation that his own was yours now, too. All he wanted was to give you another, to see your belly grow and your smile brighten and your skin glow. He was begging for whatever power was in the universe for that time to take, for both of you to be gifted with what you wished for so often, so deeply.

Desperation. Wavering confidence. Sorrow, worry, dwindling hope. He saw it all over you, time after time when the single line appeared on the plastic sticks.

You and Joel had been trying for a year. A long year. Maybe your desire was too strong, too overpowering. But shouldn’t that be a sign of your love? For each other, for your family? All he wants to do is give you the life you’ve wished for. And yes, all you’ve said you want is a life with him, but anyone who meets you would be able to tell you are meant for a nurturing life. Meant for motherhood.

It was already natural for you, taking a ten-year-old in stride, making her into your best friend — making her a priority over Joel most of the time. He knew it didn’t matter to you that she wasn’t yours, biologically speaking, but he can’t help but want to give you a child that is part you. How badly he wants another piece of you in the world, all of your goodness packaged into the purest soul.

Resigning with a sigh, he sets the test down on the cool countertop and exits the bathroom, a slow stride over to your lying form. Crumpled under covers. With a soft groan, he lowers himself to his knees with cracks popping his joints. His age is starting to show the closer he gets to forty and the more hours he works in the summer weather, another looming factor for him — he’s only known being a young dad. If you two have to wait, what would it be like to be nearly sixty when your kid graduates high school?

Shaking the superficial concerns from his head, his wide palm glides along the quilted fabric draped over your side. He rests his chin on his opposite arm, laying against the mattress close to your pillow. At the coax of his touch, you turn over to face him. Lips pursed in a frown, dried watery streaks being washed anew with your fresh tears, fat and rolling down your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose. They drip off of your skin, dotting and darkening the fabric of the pillowcase underneath you.

Joel leans in, brushing your hair from your face and pressing his lips to your forehead for a lingering kiss. A deep breath draws the smell of your shampoo into his nose, down deep into his lungs where it soothes his aching chest.

“Mari, sweet girl, I know it’s hard. I know we want it so bad, but there’s always another option,” he speaks softly, kindly, delicately, “We can go to that fertility specialist your doctor recommended. I promise, mi amor, we’ll have a baby together.”

He means it, and you can tell he means it. Ever since you had been back together, ever since he confessed his feelings for you — years ago now — he hasn’t made an empty promise. From tiny little things like a pledge to stop on the way home for your favorite ice cream, going to three different stores and adding nearly an hour to his day simply to show up with it for you, to larger, grander oaths, his wedding vows, the promise of building a beautiful life with you.

Emotion is thick in your throat as you attempt to vocalize your concerns. They keep you up at night, with Joel’s warm and expansive hand resting on your stomach right above your womb as he sleeps soundly. He wants it clearly as much as you do; you can feel it each time you’ve tried. How badly he wants to provide this for you.

Is he having the same thoughts as you? Does he wonder if something’s ‘wrong’ with you?

“I wanna be able to do it. Why can’t I do it on my own?” The sound of your meek voice shatters his heart and he shakes his head back and forth, adamant in shutting down the thoughts.

Tugging the covers down, Joel’s hands find your exposed skin, sliding across with a clammy touch from his labor outside. And nerves, too, you’d guess. Moving from his knees on the floor next to the bed, he finds a spot sitting at your side and shifts you to lay on your back. Opening up to him. Warmth rests over your womb, blanket pulled down to the tops of your thighs while his thumb brushes at your stomach, catching on the fabric of your shirt.

“No—oh, mi Mariposa, you don’t even know if it would be you with an issue. Very well could be me. Maybe breathin’ all the paint fumes at work killed m’little swimmers.” He breathes a small laugh through his nose, attempting to lighten the mood.

Your hands fly up to your face, muffling your voice, “Oh, god, don’t say that. I wanna have your baby, not some sperm donors.”

His hand coasts up your torso, over to your side to wrap around your rib cage, feeling your breaths as his fingertips lightly tickle the spot, “That was supposed to make you laugh, sweet girl.” 

Hands falling away from your face, your brow pinches together and your frown deepens. About to make a retort, your mouth open, Joel skates the fingertips of both his hands up and down your sides, alternated on each side of you to make it harder to catch his wrists. Laughter bubbles up from your chest, your frown morphing into a flashing smile before you’re calling for a surrender in between gasping breaths.

Relenting, his hands stop, settling at the curve of your waist. He leans over you, nudging his nose against yours before pressing a ghosting kiss to your lips. A small grin, hopeful and reassuring, with a tinge of worry flickering in his irises, barely there before his smile reaches his eyes, “It’ll happen for us, Mari baby. Why don’t we say, one last go before lookin’ into the doctors? We’ll do all the things, track whatever we need to track. I’ll drop whatever I need to come home and put a baby in you.”

Joel wiggles his eyebrows, playful smirk crossing his expression. You roll your eyes under him, pushing an accusing finger into his chest, “Like you don’t already do that. I could call you in the middle of work and just go ‘Hey, J’ and you’re in the truck on your way home.”

“That’s right, Mari. As it should be. Y’know what they say — happy wife, happy life.” Another kiss to your lips, this one a bit more savoring. “What d’ya say, mi amor? One more go?”

“Okay, yeah. One more go.”

Butterflies kick up in your stomach when you hear the low rumble of Joel’s truck cut, heavy door swinging closed and quick strides following. The front door opens after a short jingle of keys, shutting behind him with the slide of the lock back into place. Distant grumbles of his make you laugh, his frustrations with his work boots floating upstairs to where you’re sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning back on your hands. Clad in only your bra and panties, you work your bottom lip between your teeth as anticipation builds with each of Joel’s footsteps up the carpeted stairs.

You both only have the afternoon — less than an hour of your afternoon, actually — to make your last attempt. Already having taken advantage of the window in your cycle twice, the peak day of your ovulation fell, of course, during the busiest time of year for Miller Construction. Summer has come to a close, and now people have picked up their home improvements to start nesting for the winter; a craving you’ve been having yourself, desperate to make your home larger and livelier by one more. Joel has snuck away for a moment that you two have alone, and you’ve told the couple you nanny for that you have an immovable appointment for today.

Pretty sure the only thing that will be immovable today will be you once Joel’s hour is up.

 “Mari? Mi amor?” he calls out and you chuckle softly at the boyish excitement in his voice.

“In the bedroom, J!”

Joel rounds the doorway into your shared room, stopping a handful of steps past the threshold when he registers the sight of you. He hums a low moan, licking his lips as his eyes devour your lacy undergarments, “Mierda, mi esposa, estás tratando de matarme? (Shit, my wife, are you trying to kill me?) You look so fucking beautiful, darlin’.”

A low whistle leaves his lips as he stalks closer, eyes rake over your form as you present your primped self for his taking.

“You get all pretty for me, sweet girl? I like this…” he rasps as he’s within arm’s reach now, stretching a hand out to toy with the strap of your bra and snapping it against your skin sharply.

“Wanted to look pretty when you fill me up, J.” One curl of his finger under your chin draws you to sit up straight, tilting your head back to look at Joel towering over you.

“Good girl,” he praises, a glint of excitement in his eyes, “You want me to fill up your sweet little cunt, Mariposa? Want me to give you a baby? Tell me.”

“Yes,” you breathe out shakily, eyelids fluttering closed as his hands trail lightly across your exposed skin, ghosting everywhere you need him most.

“More, sweetheart. Dime. Dime cuánto lo deseas. Suplicar por ello. (Tell me. Tell me how badly you want it. Beg for it.)” His instructions float through your head, only keywords translating in while Joel leaves over you, lips pressing feather-light kisses along your neck, across your chest.

“I need it, Joel. Need you so fucking bad, I wanna have your baby. Want you to make me a mom, fill me up as many times as it takes until we get our baby…please, J…” As if the taste of you wasn’t enough to do him in, the wild, fervent look in your eyes intrigues him beyond. Hearing the words from your lips, directed to him, he’s fucking aching. He was growing hard on his way over here, the thoughts swimming through his mind of you laid out and ready for him to take delegating his blood supply to rush down below his belt.

He needs you, but first, he needs to see you unraveling underneath him only from his fingers.

“Don’t worry your pretty little mind, Mari. M’gonna take care of you. I’ll make sure this one takes. Let’s call it third time lucky this summer.” 

He shoots you a wink, your mouth parting to respond. Before you can let any breath escape, his lips are crashing with yours. Heavy, heady, and so fucking hot it spirals your thoughts into nothing. His tongue melts with yours, the taste of his black coffee and the donut he must have eaten at work this morning tingling your taste buds. Sweat sticks to his skin when your hands rest at the sides of his neck, falling backwards as he climbs over you. He smells of wood shavings, freshly mowed grass, and hard work — calloused hands gliding along your body and feeling the softest of scratches of his blue collar hands.

“Joel, need you — please.” It’s more of a whine than a begging whimper, rising frustration levels from his lack of touch in the place you need and want him the most. 

Your cunt is desperate, dripping down your folds and surely soaking the sheets. A quick jerk of your hips attempts to brush against him, to catch any relief for the need building low in your stomach. A large palm presses your lower half back against the mattress, the other hand pushing your leg to the side to open you up further for him. A knuckle brushes your clit, grazing up and down your seam through your soaked panties. Your husband clicks his tongue as he shakes his head at you, patronizing tone slick in his voice.

“Darlin’, I wanna take every second of my time with you. Are you gonna let me? Gonna let me get your cunt squeezing my fingers? Gonna let me fill you up, mi amor?” he asks, as if you wouldn’t say yes to all of those requests and he knows it. Nodding, a desperate yes exhaled when he applies more pressure with his finger against your clit, rubbing slow circles. “Good girl. Siempre tan bueno para mí. (Always so good for me.)”

Joel folds over your, taking one of your perked nipples into his mouth through your bra and sucking. His tongue flattens against the cup before he’s pulling at the nub with his teeth. The material is darkened where his mouth was when he grows a bit more needy, grabbing at the straps and yanking the bra to rest at your midsection. You slip your arms out of the straps and he pushes you further onto the bed by the back of your thighs, stripping your panties off and settling on his knees.

Pressure forms against your clit from two of his fingers, slow circles dragging a moan from your throat. Joel smirks, satisfied with the way you squirm under him, trying and failing to get more from his hands. Before you can vocalize a whine, Joel is over you again, bringing his attention to your now bare breast while the circles continue. Hot, humid kisses are littered on the soft skin, happy hums rolling from Joel’s chest. He pulls his head up, looking down at your chest with a half grin and his dimple on display.

“You’re gonna get so soft and swollen everywhere, Mariposa. Round belly, huge tits—can’t wait to play with ‘em.” His grin widens, boyish and brazen with the glee that the fact fills him with. “You gonna let me, baby? Gonna let me make your sore tits feel better with my mouth?”

His question goes unanswered as his mouth attaches to one of your nipples, sucking and flattening his tongue as he nurses it. Pulling away with a pop, he mimics the same on the other side, the intensity of his suckling along with his fingers rubbing faster against your clit — even slipping down to tease at your entrance — has you wiggling under him, desperation notching up your spine.

“Joel, please,” you plead, choking on your breath when he pulls the bud of your breast between his teeth, a low growling sound rumbling from his throat. 

Two of his thick fingers push into your dripping cunt, a relieved moan echoing against the walls of the bedroom. Curling up into your spongy walls, they thrust quickly and pet at the certain spot inside of you. Joel’s mouth is still at your chest, his hunger feeding itself on the taste of your skin.

“Fuck, Mari, gonna break my fucking fingers off. So fucking tight.”

A distraught whimper crawls from your chest, breaths heaving as your walls clench around his quick-paced fingers. You gasp when he slips a third one in, hooking them up. Despite the stretch, you still feel an emptiness. All you want is his cock inside of you, spilling into you and leaving you to grow fuller with his baby. The thoughts of him above you, fucking it all deeper into you to reach your womb, drive you over the edge. The tips of his fingers press against that spot inside of you, his warm mouth hanging open at your tit while his eyes watch you come undone. Writhing and walls pulsing around his fingers, his name falls from your mouth as you choke out moans and your vision grows dark.

“That’s it, Mari baby, fuck,” Joel works you through the orgasm before his fingers leave you and he sits back on his haunches. Sucking his digits clean of your slick and come, the other hand rubs your thigh gently before he coos down at you, “That was a big one, wasn’t it? Feel good?”

Still coming down from it all, your body feels liquidity, taking whatever form Joel is molding you into right now after he’s stripped himself bare. One hand slips under you, unclasping your bra and tugging it away from your torso, leaving you as naked as him. His eyes drink in your body while his grip holds your calves, chuckling darkly when you finally breathe out a response, “I feel…like I need you to put a baby in me.”

“Cualquier cosa para usted, mi esposa. Vas a estar tan lleno de mí. Te encanta la sensación de mi mecos dentro de ti, ¿verdad? (Anything for you, my wife. You're going to be so full of me. You love the feeling of my cum inside of you, don't you?)” Your head rolls with a nod, agreeing to anything Joel says in the moment, still hazy from how hard he’d made you come moments ago. Half-lidded eyes watch as he licks his fingers, stroking his cock a few times with a quiet sigh. That’s something you could watch all day — Joel’s pleasure. And here underneath him, you have the perfect view, and the perfect position to be used for it.

Fully handing over control to him, his hands tug you up so your ass sits on his thighs while he’s on his knees. Fingertips skate along the distance of your legs, grabbing at your calves to rest them on his broad shoulders. Even the slightest shift forward from his hips stretches you wide, a delicious ache creating a craving for more.

“Tell me how bad you want it, Mari, tell me how much you wanna have my baby.”

Joel’s gripping his length, rubbing his tip through your wet folds. The notches against your clit quiver the already stretched muscles in your thighs, whines replacing words coming out of your mouth.

“Tell me, or I won’t give you what you want, mi amor.”

“I want it so bad, J. I wanna feel you fuck me so full of you, and I don’t want that feeling to leave. I feel like there’s an emptiness and only you can fill it, I want your baby. Wanna have everyone know how good I am for you, carrying your baby like you want me to. I wanna have a part of you forever,” you gasp out the last word, Joel’s cock inching into you. Muscle memory takes over, your whole body relaxing with the knowledge that he’ll take care of you — he’ll always take care of you.

Joel bottoms out easily, filling you to the hilt before he pauses to take a breath. His eyes meet yours and he smiles, sweet and sincere, while holding your shins, “I fucking love you, mi Mariposa. Wanna give you a baby…”

“Pleasepleaseplease—” You don’t know if you’re begging more for him to give you what you want or to move his hips, but in the end, you get both. 

Joel starts out slow, shallow thrusts keeping him inside of you. Grunts from the controlled movements fill the room, your small whimpers following each noise he makes. The sound of him fucking into your cunt captures his attention, gaze zeroed in on where you two meet. Watching the stretch of your tight pussy around his cock, he feels the burning desire for more. To watch you take it deeper, harder.

The next snap of his hips is just that - smacking his skin against your ass before he adjusts, laying you back completely on the mattress and leaning over you. Your legs are still hooked over his shoulders, the burning of your muscles now straining your hamstrings and glutes. His entire body folds you, his head hovering over yours as he fucks into you further. The tip of his cock kisses your womb, the force of his thrusts driving your hips open more for him.

“Gonna — fuck — gonna make you a momma, Mariposa. That what you want? Get fucked so well, be so full of me that we make a baby? Everybody’s gonna know I treat my wife right. With your round belly…swollen—ah—swollen tits. Gonna be so beautiful, and so fucking sensitive everywhere.”

His words only add onto the feeling of his thick cock filling you up, nearly verging on too far and too much. Moans exhale on your lips, his name repeated like a chant with each harsh snap of him into you. Your hands scramble for purchase as his sheer power drives you up the mattress, sheets scratching against your bare back. One set of fingers dig into the meaty flesh of his shoulder, nails pressing crescent shapes like an iron-hot branding.

Above you, Joel studies how your mouth has fallen open, thoughts completely left your mind with how cockdrunk you are. He gingerly grips your chin, holding it to face him and commanding your eyes to his as he pants heavily.

“What d’you wanna make me, baby?” It’s only met with the sounds of his cock dragging in and out of you, the slap of skin as you gasp under him. “C’mon, Mari baby, use your words.”

“A daddy,” you breathe out, your opposite hand combing into his messy curls and gripping tight.

“Say it again. Dime.” Not thinking it was possible, Joel pushes you further, hitting into you harder with each thrust nudging his tip toward your cervix. You might only leave this afternoon with soreness, but you continued to hold out hope for a baby to be the well-worth prize for how you’re going to feel tomorrow.

“A daddy!”

“Dime. Dime. Dime,” he commands and you listen, writhing under him as he hacks away at your shared resolve, throwing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Daddy — oh, fuck, a daddy. Wanna make you a daddy!” You’re yelling at this point, sobs of pleasure wracking your body and you thank god for a split second that the two of you are home alone in the middle of the work day. Surely the whole block might be hearing all of your wanton sounds.

“God, I could get used to you calling me that, Mari baby,” Joel groans and throws his head back, bearing his teeth as he punches his hips into your clenching pussy, the telltale sign that you’re close.

“C’mon, mi amor, give it to me. Come for me and I’ll let your fucking pussy milk me for every last drop. That’s what you want, right? Gotta fill you up and make a baby for my Mari baby.” He’s rambling as you reach your peak, toes curling and coming even harder than your first one this afternoon. 

A near scream pulls itself from as deep as your gut, the sound as if you were in more pain than the absolute pleasure you feel. Your grip on his hair tightens, drawing him down for a messy kiss as you mumble against his lips.

“Please gimme a baby, J. Need it all inside of me, please. Come for me, mi esposo.” 

The name sends goosebumps across his shoulders and trickles down his spine before he’s barking your name once and spilling into you, painting your walls with each rope. He takes a moment to breathe before he gently presses his hips in a few short thrusts, fucking his spend as far into you as possible.

Joel collapses against your torso, no other efforts exerted to move away. Delicate, nimble touches brush the hair from his sweaty forehead, rubbing his shoulders as he hums contently.

“Fuck, baby, might just have to stay inside. Keep you plugged up so I can stay here all day with you.” Quiet, breathless laughter leaves your lips as you shake your head, tracing along his jaw before he turns his head to press his lips into your tummy.

“Can’t wait for you to be a momma. Gonna be the best one ever, y’already are. Love you so much.”

The two of you lay like that for what feels like hours, only to be reminded of Joel’s limited schedule when his cell starts ringing from downstairs. Getting up with a groan, he slips out of you and lifts your hips, stuffing a pillow or two underneath them to keep your lower half elevated. You roll your eyes at the superstitious gesture, gasping when his fingers push into you once more to put his leaking come back into where it belongs.

“Gotta make sure it takes, pretty girl. Wanna see you get all round with my baby in you. Everybody’ll know how good I am to you, huh? Pumping you full of me so much we made a new fucking life…better stay like this until I get home again, Mari baby. Wanna make sure those lil swimmers get all the help they can get.”

“Mm…” you hum, hands grabbing for him to lean over you again. Sneaking a kiss, you pull away to whisper to him with a grin on your lips, “Better get back to work…daddy.”

He snorts out a laugh, beaming a bright smile as mischief glimmers in his eyes, “Mal. Mala chica. (Bad. Bad girl.)”

Three days late. You’ve been tracking your cycle like a mad woman, ticking off days in the notebook next to your bed, and now you’re officially three days late. Joel and you had agreed to wait a few days after you expected your period, hopeful that the extra time meant a more accurate, and desired, result.

The kitchen timer sitting on Joel’s side of the bed ticks away while you side on the edge of the bed. Tapping your fingers against your thighs, bare skin against your fingertips from the high hem of your denim shorts. Joel paces the room, eyes focused a thousand yards ahead. Anxiety and anticipation had been plaguing both of you all day, work slugging by minute by minute, second by second. Joel had left the jobsite as soon as was acceptable, leaving Tommy to wrap up, and swung by the pharmacy to pick up a new box of tests. Your task for the day was to chug water, or any liquid, all afternoon — by the time Joel was one foot through the door, you were ready to burst. Snatching the bag of tests out of his hand, you ran to the bathroom to pee in a plastic disposable cup and stick at least three tests in.

Now, you two are waiting for more seconds and minutes to tick by, added to the tally of the entire day. As you’re about to stand and stop Joel from burning treads in the area rug from walking his tight circles, a trill of a bell vibrating demands your attention. Turning off the noise in a flash, you stand and cross the room to where your husband is now frozen in place. A gentle touch to his cheek, his eyelids flutter close and he takes a long exhale before opening them again.

“Ready?” you ask, uncertainty pitching your voice up.

A minute nod, one shake of his chin, Joel’s hand finds the small of your back as he responds, “Ready, mi amor.”

His hand guides you into the bathroom, and a handful of steps from the three tests laid out on the counter, you turn around, panic twisting your expression. Joel stumbles to stop his collision with you, large palms grabbing onto your biceps to catch himself.

“M’scared, J…” Your voice is meek, cracking with emotion. This is the last shot you gave yourselves, whatever is laid on the counter either means unbridled joy or a long road of poking and prodding in countless doctors’ offices.

The warmth of his hands rubbing your arms and the press of his lips to your forehead coax you to relax, to take deep breaths, “I know, Mari baby, I would be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t scared too. But no matter what is on those tests, we’re in it together, right sweet girl?”

His index finger hooks under your chin to draw your attention up to his face, a small smile filled with love and reassurance stretching his lips.

“Always in it together, J.” You take another deep breath, turning around and nodding shortly, “Okay, now m’ready.”

“That’s my girl,” he mumbles before he’s following right behind you again, the two of you pressing yourselves to each other against the counter. Joel has an iron grip on your hips, nerves manifesting in the squeezes of his hands. Shaking fingers turn over each test before picking them all up to your lines of vision.

Two lines. Two bold lines screaming at both of you, across all three tests.

Positive.

Positive. You’re pregnant. You and Joel are having a baby.

“Holy shit…” Joel exhales behind you, smile creeping into his voice. Somehow, his grip gets even tighter as he turns you around, “Holy shit! You’re pregnant, Mari. We’re havin’ a baby! You’re gonna be a momma!”

Giddiness overcomes both of you, happy and disbelieving laughter while you hold each other in a tight embrace. Joel litters kisses around your face, catching your lips last — all teeth and tight lipped from your matching grins.

“You’re gonna be a dad again, how’s that feel?”

“Like I won the damn lottery, mi amor.”

Another kiss, supple and heavy. Joel pulls away first and shakes his head, pressing his forehead to yours, “I love you so fucking much, Mari.”

“I love you too, J.”

“You ready to go, Sare?” you ask, standing next to her seat at the kitchen table where she’s working away at her homework, reaching a hand out to play with her curls. She smiles and nods, writing down one last answer to a question on her worksheet before she lays her pencil down and stands up, rushing over toward the door.

“Just gotta get my shoes on!” she calls out, and you smile, shaking your head.

“Take your time, sweet pea! God knows it’s gonna take me longer to walk over to the door.” Your joke falls on deaf ears of your husband, who stands at the kitchen island and rolls his eyes before he’s crossing the room over to you. Within arm’s length, his hands cup the bottom of your large belly, leaning in for a sweet peck.

“Nobody cares if you move slow. Better to be careful than—”

“Careless, yes, I know. I think those might be our baby’s first words since they hear them so much from their dad,” you tease and he shrugs, kissing you again while his touch wanders across the flannel of his that you’re sporting, too tired to buy more maternity clothes that you’ll grow out of and opting for his closet every morning.

“Jus’ looking out for my girls. All three of ‘em.” He beams proudly, brown eyes shining brightly before he turns you in his arms, accompanying you to the front door where your near-teenager is waiting. Ever the sweetheart she is, she’s got your purse slung on her shoulder, car keys in hand to pass off to you. You thank her quietly, turning back to Joel as he looks between the two of you.

“Alright, have fun with your girls’ day. And call if you need anything — either of you. I’ll be waitin’ here for ya.” Joel smooths down Sarah’s hair before kissing the crown of her head; she squirms away, the teenage attitude rearing its head in some early moments, especially with her dad. There’s less patience for him, which you completely understand as a teenage girl once yourself. He huffs out a sigh as she slips out the door, heading down the front path toward your car.

“Hey, s’nothing. Teenage girl things. She loves you, and you’re the best dad.” A hand on his cheek coaxes him down to your lips, a supple kiss exchanged before he pulls away and bends to kiss the top of your belly.

“Bye, my little June Bug.” He stands upright again and steals another kiss, mumbling, “And bye, mi Mariposa. Drive safe, let me know if you need anything while you’re out. I love you.”

“We love you too. And m’speaking for the moody one, too.” Joel chuckles and rubs your bump once more before sending you on your way, watching and waving from the door as y’all drive away.

The plan for today had come about when you started to notice Sarah growing quieter, retreating to her room more often after family dinners and denying the chance at movie night some days. Joel had noticed too, but was a bit nervous to broach it with her, not wanting to make her feel bad about being more independent.

Your relationship with her though was much different to Joel’s. There was the foundation of your caretaking role with her, much more of a friend with authority when it was only you two before you were anything close to a parental figure. More open and, well, you could relate more to what she was going through. She confided in you first about girls at school being catty, about her growing crushes on boys in her grade. And this year, only a month after your due date, she will officially become a teenager. It was a strange time in any girl’s life, full of growing pains.

And on top of all of that, add on a new baby arriving. Attentions drawn elsewhere, priorities shifted to preparing for the baby. Sarah never fell to the backburner in your minds, but you didn’t know how she was feeling. Guessing by her quiet actions, you could tell she was feeling left out but didn’t want to stir up trouble.

Always the sweet girl. And you knew how that was.

So, you’d asked her for a girls’ day, excluding her dad from the fun and giving both of you some time with each other to feel like it was years before. It was all about Sarah today, no mentions of baby — no buying diapers or supplies or clothes. A promise made to yourself to make Sarah feel special, because that is exactly what she was. The baby on the way may be your first biological child, but nothing can compare to the unique bond that you have with your Sare Bear.

The day was spent waddling throughout the mall, helping her pick out new outfits and shoes for the end of the school year. Collecting a haul, you two stopped off for lunch and a trip to the nail salon before you finally made your way back home in the evening. Sarah was smiling brightly in the passenger seat, joking around with you and eagerly telling you all about the latest school drama. Your heart was about to burst with how much she’d come out of her shell again all day, even wanting to show off her new things to her dad when you both got back.

In the living room, Joel greets you two from the couch, eyes widening and a low whistle leaving his lips when he sees the damage done, “Quite some shoppin’ there, Bug. Y’all buy out the whole store?”

You wave him off and encourage Sarah to show off her haul, walking over to settle onto the sofa next to Joel. The younger Miller excitedly starts pulling out pieces and showcasing them, excitedly telling her dad exactly where she plans to wear them. His hand rests on your leg, attention completely focused on his daughter in front of him, squeezing you gently when she gets particularly worked up over something. You can tell he feels what you were in the car, heart bursting that she seems like herself again after a day spent with you.

“That’s nice, Sare Bear. I like the color,” Joel comments on the last shirt Sarah holds up, her smile still beaming as she tosses it back into the bag.

“Thanks, Mom actually picked it out! I thought it would be fun to have for camp this year, since I’m gonna start the counselor training program…” Her voice trails off as Joel listens intently. You, on the other hand, take deep breaths to hold it together, the simple moniker rolling off of Sarah’s tongue so naturally. Your heartbeat thumps in your chest, and baby Miller kicks her feet against your tummy — equally as excited.

You manage to keep it calm while Sarah recaps the rest of the day before she gathers up her shopping bags to take to her room. As she’s leaving the room, she’s quick to run over and give you a hug, leaning down to meet you where you sit on the couch. Your belly sticks out between the two of you, but regardless you pull her into a tight squeeze as she says thank you. Her curls bounce as she scampers off upstairs, the quiet sounds of her feet in the hallway queuing your watery eyes to overflow and for your nose to sniffle. Joel is grinning brightly next to you, pulling you into his lap and holding you against him as he wipes the few happy tears away.

“She called me Mom…” you whisper to your husband, afraid to admit it any louder as if it would disappear.

Joel presses his forehead against yours, a sweet kiss against your lips before he whispers back, “You have no idea how happy it makes me to know she feels that way about you.”

“I just…I feel so lucky. And maybe it’s hormones, but oh my god, I can’t stop blubbering. I’m a mom.”

“You’re the best mom. Have been to Sarah since she met you, and you’re going to be the best mom to our little one on the way.”

June 21st, 2009.

The first day of summer.

It’s the first day of summer and you’re stuck inside. Not at home, no, you’re currently propped up in a hospital bed with your legs in stir-ups, breathing in between contractions. Exhaustion weighs on your body, a full hour passing of you pushing in time with the pain in your abdomen that radiates all over. Sweat sticks your hair to your forehead and Joel sitting next to you brushes it out of the way. His other hand is limp in yours, ready to be squeezed with a vice grip whenever you need to push. Joel leans over you in level with your head, lathering on encouragements.

“You got this, Mari.”

“So strong, baby. You can do it.”

“Thank you, mi amor, thank you thank you thank you.”

The last one comes after a string of complaints against him doing this to you — despite you both knowing you begged for it nine months prior — and for having such a big head in his own baby photos that he had to have passed down to the baby.

Another wave kicks in, your doctor and nurses coaching you to give another final push. Putting every last bit of your energy behind the flex of your muscles, groaning out with pain and frustration before a piercing cry fills the room. Heavy, tiny sobs ring in your ears.

“You did it, baby, m’so proud of you. Our little girl,” Joel says in awe, glancing between you and where the doctor holds your little baby girl, summoning Dad over to cut the cord. 

She’s taken away to be cleaned up and Joel returns to your side, ready to help you attentively through the afterbirth. You wave him off, begging him to go keep an eye on your little girl. Once she’s clean enough, the nurses lay her on your bare chest, the sight of her tiny fingers and toes bringing about your own cries. Your hands hold her there, delicate touches brushing against her soft skin and her damp but full head of dark brown hair.

The rest of the process is painful but smoother, shorter. Before you know it, all tests are done and Joel is next to the bed again, wiping a damp cloth across your forehead.

A rush of adrenaline, pure unfiltered need and excitement to meet your daughter keeps you awake, sitting up carefully as you accept her into your arms from your husband who’s wearing the biggest smile. He sits on the edge of the bed, hand on your leg as you study the features on her small face.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she, Mari? Looks like her momma.”

You beam, shaking your head as you place a fingertip against her nose, “See, I think she looks like her daddy. Already got the grumpy brow.”

Both of you laugh, your unbridled attention on the tiny bundle in your arms as you gush over her for minutes longer. Joel rubs your leg, drawing your eyes up to him as he asks, “So you think we picked a good name?”

“I think we picked a perfect name. Our ‘S’ girls,” you grin at him before looking down at your little girl, “Skye Isla Miller. I think it suits her perfectly.”

A bit more time is spent between only the two of you and Skye before you’re itching to see your eldest, and for her to meet her little sister. Joel retreats to where Sarah’s in the waiting area with Tommy and Maria, who’s now three months pregnant herself, waving her to come back with him. She nervously enters the room, quiet as a mouse until you reassure her with a smile and welcome her to sit in the bed next to you.

Joel makes the introductions, voice thick with emotion as he stands over his three girls, watching as his first little one meets his second, “Sarah Elena, this is your baby sister, Skye Isla.”

Sarah quietly asks permission to hold her; you lay Skye in her arms carefully, teaching her how to support her head and where to avoid her soft spot. Sarah picks up on it like a natural, adjusting her little sister when she fusses a bit, finally settling into a new set of familiar hands.

“Dad said you did a really good job, Mom. With everything today. S’pretty cool that you brought a whole person into the world…” Sarah glances over at you with a shy smile before addressing both you and Joel, “M’really happy she’s here.”

“You’re gonna be a great big sister, Bug,” Joel beams with pride as he squeezes her shoulder, leaning over to press a kiss to the crown of your head. He hums as he looks over you three, “Got my Mariposa, my Bug, and my little June Bug. Mi maripositas. Don’t think anything could beat seeing my three girls altogether finally.”

You find yourself observing your family from afar, listening with muffled ears as Joel and Sarah chat about who Skye got what features from. Cheeks aching from smiling, you can’t help but think that this summer was off to the most wonderful start, and that every summer after was only going to get better. 

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[obsolescent]

I personally see Leon having a son and a daughter. We all know he’s wrapped around his daughter’s fingers. So I won’t go into detail with her.

But I see Leon being unintentionally very hard on his son.

Leon knows how fucked the world is. He knows just how dangerous everything is, and while he wants to protect his daughter from it, he wants to prepare his son to handle it.

Leon’s a protector. A warrior. And he wants to instill that same ethic into his son.

He doesn’t do it out of misogyny. Not at all. He knows if she wanted to, his daughter could take on the world. But there’s just something different about his daughter facing such danger vs his son.

If his son is the oldest sibling, it’s even worse. Leon unintentionally goes damn near military on him. Leon sees it as making sure he’s disciplined, hardworking, and a good man. But at the cost of Leon’s son feeling like he’ll never be good enough in the eyes of his father.

Until it all explodes. Maybe it’s when his son is a teenager. His boy breaks down finally and Leon sees the worst thing he ever could. Leon sees himself in his son. The exhaustion. The depression. And Leon *hates* himself for what he did to his boy.

Even taking the steps to undo what’s been done, with therapy and time, Leon despises himself for what he did. He cries one night after his son had a full on panic attack over a C on an exam.

Yea, his son has become hardworking, driven, intelligent…but his son also became anxious, depressed and exhausted.

But Leon loves his kids. He loves his family with every fiber and cell in his body. So he puts in the work to change. He apologizes properly. Hugs his darling little boy and doesn’t let go. He changed his habits. His thought process. He does everything to help break his son out of his unintentional conditioning. It takes time, Leon isn’t perfect. But damnit, he tries his best.

It takes time, but Leon and his son repair the damage and become extremely close. Like, never could be closer type of close. when Leon’s a grandpa, his son is gonna hand him his own grandkid with the middle name ‘Leon’ type of close.

You sent this in a bit ago but I’ve been sitting with it, my apologies. I’ve been trying to see it from your perspective and I’ll have to say, this is one headcanon we don’t share.

But I did agree with the part that Leon knows the world is fucked, how dangerous it is, and with what he went through? The training he had to endure, what the government did to him. I feel like in turn, he would be soft to his children, and would do so regardless of gender.

Though, I do see this through the lenses of being trans, and I feel like if Leon did have a partner like someone like myself, he wouldn’t push those gender stereotypes onto his kids.

Leon’s been through so many things, I think he would have a lot of anxiety about how he’s treating them. Like you said, he knows he isn’t perfect, so he would wonder if he’s doing a good job, raising them well and making sure they’re protected, but can keep themselves safe, too. He would lay awake many nights picking apart his interactions with them.

He would absolutely train any of them to defend themselves, using different types of methods and weapons. He wouldn’t go into detail with them about his job for the obvious reasons, so they would probably be like ??? At his defensiveness, lol.

He would write it off as being prepared for any and all things, no matter what. He may mention some things he saw on the news for his actions, saying “Look, kids. I just want you to be ready for anything, you never know.”

He would be so close to his children. After being away on missions, he would spend every waking moment of his time with his family. Outings and vacations, doing whatever they want; as long as he gets to create memories with them, ones he wasn’t able to have with his own parents.

Though I do see his kids helping him grow regardless, making him more optimistic about the future, about life. I also agree with the part where you said Leon loves his family with every fiber of his being. You and your children would be the ones that keep him going, head held high and fighting like hell to get back to ya’ll.

I know this probably wasn’t what you were expecting from me, sorry if this is a bit disappointing, but this is my take on it! Once again, sorry about the delay in this (and the other anons, I’m still trying to get back into the swing of things).

#I hope this ain’t disheartening for you 😭 #though I do love the way you wrote that and it would be something very interesting to read and see from that perspective #but I just don’t have that hc for him #o asks #o talking #o text #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader

[elvisabutler]

mess dress

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( army era ) x female plus size reader word count: 2323 warnings: thigh riding. uniform kink. mild innocence kink. public play-ish. implications for future p in v sex. author’s note: welcome to day 7 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, uniform kink with elvis presley x reader. so fun fact i've had this 95 percent finished since friday. i have also been without internet because construction knocked out my internet for the weekend. however this is done now. so this erred accidentally into a sort of public play kink thing as well. hopefully y'all enjoy it regardless. this is sort of a sequel to called ya, didn't i? but you don't have to read it for this to make sense, necessarily. i do really want to hear how y'all feel about my fics and i know i don't always reply to comments but reading them delights me so much. as always imagine who you'd like i'm not picky.

You're no stranger to Army functions, little soirees that you shouldn't be invited to but you are because your Daddy's always loved showing you off even as there were whispers about how it wasn't proper that his daughter's waist didn't taper just so. But being at one when you're involved with Elvis Presley- well, that's another thing entirely. It's one thing to be on your Daddy's arm and another to be on your boyfriend's arm knowing how that arm feels wrapped around your waist as you do things very good army brats shouldn't do.

The thing is, you want to think Elvis is willing to stay with you, you want to think he's a good man even if all the papers and the press think he's cavorting around with every girl in Europe. And he's been proving it with every innocent date and every not so innocent moment where you cry out for release as his fingers play you better than any guitar. Elvis wants to be with you and even as things are winding down in Europe, he's whispering jokes and plans about asking your Daddy if it's alright for him to whisk you away to Memphis.

"Told 'im I'd take real good care of ya. No funny business, either. Not 'less I got a ring on your finger."

After hearing that, you almost swooned like you were a Victorian maiden, the rush from hearing those simple words— that simple potential promise had your mind whirring and your heart thumping a quicker beat than it ever had in your life. Never mind that you and him already had indulged in some funny business, it was all the kind that could be hidden. Not the kind that had you filling out dresses and telling your Daddy he's got a grandbaby on the way.

Hearing that put your mind at ease and allowed you to dream a little of a future with Elvis. It allowed for a picture to be painted of you at Graceland or in Hollywood, maybe with a child or two— and a world where you might still be told you don't look proper for a woman but there's gotta be something about you that's got Mr. Presley all shook up and stuck on you. Saying yes to Elvis about going to the function was easy after that even if you had to tell him that he didn't have to get you a dress despite his arguments for doing just that.

"I-I jus' wanna show 'em how pretty my girl is. Tell 'em what they missed out on. Show Charlie I can get me a ree-spec-tuh-bull girl." He had teased, hands against your hips as he kissed your neck in front of your mirror.

Your hands should have swatted at his arms and you should have told him to keep his hands on your waist but instead you moved your hands to lay on top of his and smiled. "You will, Elvis. I'll pick something pretty and we'll have pretty pictures to look at. You'll probably even have one to take home."

A look flitted across Elvis's face that you couldn't quite put a name to and you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at it before he shook his head. "Yeah, I can have a picture. Just— I mean it, baby, I'm gonna show ya off. Tell 'em I like ya wit' or without all this dressin' up."

It's practically comical the way you and Elvis look at each other the moment you open the door to see him standing there in his full dress uniform. You've seen him in uniform before and had told him rightfully that seeing him in it did something to you between your legs but seeing him like this? All ironed pants and dressed without a hint of a flaw had your mouth watering as your eyes traced over every inch of him, settling embarrassingly on the subtle bulge between his legs. You've felt it before but to see it look like it's starting to rise to the occasion just from looking at you right now in those slacks has your breath escaping from your lungs in a quiet whine.

Not that your boyfriend was any better, taking in the way your dress outlined your chest and your hips and practically shimmered in the light. You matched his dress uniform almost to a tee with a little feminine flair. Your mother is the one who comes upon the two of you staring at one another and tuts quietly, shooing you out the door with a shawl and a yell about how Elvis needs to bring you home before a certain time. You don't dare speak until Elvis enters the other side of his car and sets a hand on your clothed thigh.

"Honey— ya tryin' to kill me? 'Cause it's workin'. Didn't know ya—" He starts before you silence him with a kiss and a shy smile.

"I had it specially made. Thought tonight deserved something special, since you said you'd show me off, remember?" You bite your lip, knowing full well you're probably ruining your lipstick. What you're saying is the truth but a part of you, a small part that's listened to a friend or two who thinks Elvis is so sweet on you that he might want to marry you thinks this was the perfect outfit to prove you're the sort of girl who can be Mrs. Presley. All sophistication and charm that a good boy— a good man like him needs.

"I- I do. Now I'm thinkin' everyone's gonna be tryin' to steal ya from me if I show ya off. Lord, darlin'. Make a man wanna—" His breath comes out in a rush, a puff of air that moves a surprisingly errant curl from his head as you giggle.

"Maybe later? Before you take me home?" The words are questions but from the way you look at Elvis you know that he catches your meaning. That you want him to do something to you as much as he wants to do something to you. Truthfully just looking at the buttons of his uniform and every single detail on it has you clenching your legs together— forgetting that Elvis's hand is right there until he groans as he starts the car.

"Gonna be the death o'me," he mutters only to hear you laugh again and say three simple words in French.

"La petit mort."

You both know it's a little improper to have you sitting on Elvis's lap, but the night's been winding down ever so slowly and Elvis— can get away with things other men can't. Sure, this might get back to your Daddy but it's not as if he doesn't already have an inkling that Elvis is head over heels in love with you. You haven't ended up with a baby in your belly yet and that's— well, that's as good as he can hope for when it comes to the pair of you, he figures. He'll allow it as long as he can think his daughter is as pure as can be. Besides, Charlie is very good at covering for you and Elvis when things look a little more salacious than they should. Right now as Elvis's leg keeps bouncing between your thigh, you figure you'll get use out of those skills yet tonight.

The conversation is one you're not fully paying attention to, having heard half these things a million times over as you've grown up but when you feel the brush of warm air against your ear your eyes widen just a hair.

"Fallin' asleep on me, darlin'? Gonna leave me to talk to everyone by myself?" His whisper is low and inviting in a way that has you shivering just slightly as his arm grips your waist a little tighter. "That woke ya up?"

You don't trust your voice just yet especially when you feel Elvis's leg jiggling between your thighs, his knee brushing against your clit with almost every movement. Your only answer is a small hum as you smile at other people.

Elvis flashes a charming grin as he shifts both of you, allowing the bottom of your dress to cover his leg entirely and exposing your underwear covered vagina to his knee. He bounces experimentally and watches as your eyes widen and you let out a soft whimper that you quickly cover with a cough, your chest bouncing from the effort. Your thighs try and tighten around his leg in an effort to stop the bouncing only for his hand to grip your hip, reveling in the way it feels underneath his grip.

"Elvis," you hiss, turning to look at him after one particularly intense bounce as your nipples hardening in your bra and has you starting to soak through your undergarments. "What are you doing?"

"Ya been eyein' me up like a piece of meat all night, baby. Know that place 'tween ya legs has been achin' somethin' fierce 'cause of it. Didn't think ya wanted to wait. Jus' in case I gotta rush ya home." He explains like it makes all the sense in the world and you find it's hard to argue with him over it even as you know how bad this looks.

"But we're in public. Just because I wanna rip your uniform off doesn't mean we need to—" you start only to have him brush against that spot earning a bitten back whine and a grind down from you. "Elvis— oh."

It shouldn't be pleasurable, your fear of being caught and the potential shame should stop you from doing this but the only thing it's stopping you from doing is ripping off Elvis's uniform that you've seen on a million men before but none of them have been him. Maybe it's the way you had seen the bulge between his legs pressing against his pressed slacks or maybe it's because he was all dressed up to take you somewhere. To show you off. Whatever the reason was, you don't stop Elvis from moving his leg, from bouncing it just so in a way that has your vision starting to blur and has your nails digging into his other thigh in order to keep quiet.

"Gonna make a mess of us, ain't ya? Gonna stain my uniform, darlin'? Make it so I gotta tell everyone I had a lil sweat on my knee?" He mutters his filthy words against your ear and you nod as slow as you can as your eyes dart around the room and around your talking companions. Had any of them noticed what was going on?

"They ain't payin' attention. Ya a good girl, 'member? God, darlin' wanna see ya come apart in front of 'em. Do that for me, will ya? Do that and I'll ask ya daddy to marry ya tomorrow. I gotta or 'm gonna ruin ya 'fore I can."

You have to take a breath or five to be able to speak as his knee picks up speed. "You'll wear your uniform when you do? So I can see it again?"

The grin on his face is downright evil as he nuzzles your neck and places a kiss or two against it. "'Course. Jus' for you. Jus' to see ya get all hot 'n bothered 'bout it again. You gonna make a mess f'me, mama? Gonna show how I got the best girl 'round wit' ya plump yittle thighs and those big breasts a yourn? And that stomach that's softer than anythin' army issued?"

Any other time and you might feel a might bit embarrassed about the way you nod quickly. Truthfully you can feel a bit of shame when you catch the eye of one of the other women. Her eyes are a little widened and you— that should be your cue to stop but you're so close that you can't help but cast your eyes downward as Elvis follows where your eyes went.

"She's just wishin' it was her. Wishin' her date would do this to her. Don't— Don't be shy. I gotcha, darlin'. Let go f'me?"

Somehow the way he phases what is technically an order or a request as a question sends a jolt through your body and has you holding back noises that threaten to leave your mouth as you feel yourself coming. Feel that tension inside your lower belly finally release. You feel your body twitch ever so slightly as the pleasure rolls through your body as Elvis's arm tightens around you to keep you from slumping forward. Your chest heaves in the confines of your bra and your dress and Elvis's lips curl into a bit of a smirk against the back of your neck as you try and catch your breath without being too obvious. Against your backside you can feel Elvis's cock nudging you and with a bit of a smile you shift just so in order to hear him grunt.

"Are you two okay?" You both hear someone ask— maybe it's Charlie or maybe it's someone else, you're both not too sure but it prompts you to stand up, adjusting your skirt as you do and eyeing the sizable damp patch you've left on Elvis's leg in his uniform. His eyes look down before they widen and he pulls you back down to sit on it.

"We're— we're fine." A short answer said by both of you as the two of you exchange a look and you grab Elvis's hat to plop it on your head. The look Elvis gives you is filled with more love than you thought he was capable of even though you can see his still blown pupils and see the arousal lingering in those ocean blue eyes.

After a moment of staring you turn back to everyone and smile, "so what were we talking about? You've got both of us at attention."

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Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 10

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

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Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso.  Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

Pensacola, FL

Fatu Family Home

“You didn’t have to come, baby,” I said as Jey loaded the gifts in his truck. “I wanted to be here, I knew Mama my was gonna go all out for this and I knew all of it wasn’t gon’ fit in your car,” he said as we returned inside. Sandra was nice enough to throw me a small baby shower along with my mom.

I can honestly say I am surprised Sandra and my mom are getting along so well, but I sure will take that any day. Hopefully no more ass-whoopings in the pool anytime soon.

“Hey can I talk to ya’ll for a minute,” Jey said as he guided my mom and Sandra to the backyard. I wonder what that is all about as Trin gave me a glass of punch. “Girl don’t worry bout them, let’s cut a little rug,” she said as I smiled following her back into the living room.

Jey’s POV

“Oh, Joshua she is going to love it. It’s really beautiful,” my mom said looking at the engagement ring Trin had helped me pick out.  “You know I will always support ya’ll, all I ask is you do right by my baby,” Tanya said engulfing me in a hug.

“You know I will ma, I just hope she says yes, “I whispered as she laughed pulling away from me. “Boy, my daughter loves you. I know she’s going to say yes, and do the ugly cry,” Tanya said inviting my mother into our hug.

I tell you what, seven months ago I would have called anybody delusional if they would have said our mothers would be getting along. Now they are actually building a relationship, my mom actually helped Tanya move back here to Pensacola.

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Shantell’s House

Jey’s POV

“It’s yo daddy boy, come on kick,” I said talking to Shantell’s stomach as she laughed.  “Don’t wake the baby up, I wanna sleep tonight,” Shantell said closing her eyes as I grinned. “You know we have to have our late-night talks, let us bond woman,” I said grinning at her as she gave me a tired smile.  

“You gon’ be so crushed if it’s a girl,” Shantell said rubbing her stomach. “I would not, I would love my baby girl just the same,” I said pretending to be offended. “You know I’m kidding,” she whispered as I smiled at her. “I know it baby, but trust me we havin’ a boy,” I said confidently. “I will continue my neutral color purchases thank you,” she said smiling as we sat in silence as I rubbed her stomach.

These last couple months have been hard, but we are almost to the end.  After a few minutes of baby watching, I was rewarded with a strong kick against my face.  

Shantell’s POV

“Hey, man we waitin’ on you out here,” Jey smiled kissing my stomach as I ran my fingers through his hair.  “You’re going to be a great dad. You know that right?” I asked, unable to hide my smile looking at him talking to my belly. “We gon’ be great parents Shantell, it’s always us,” he said moving to lay beside me, kissing me gently on the lips.

I felt nervous for the future, especially with leaving my mom here in this house alone. Jey had been gradually moving my things into his house finally breaking down my walls about moving in with him. I knew whatever was to come, I hoped we would face it together head on.

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Pensacola, Fl

Joe’s House

“You like that baby;” I groaned thrusting faster as Tangela purred beneath me, I felt her legs shaking, fighting to stay wrapped around my waist. “What are you doing to me?” her strained voice cried as she pulled me closer.

 I growled, grabbing her throat, taking her in a possessive kiss. “I’m making love to my wife;  now tell me you like it,” I moaned moving my kisses to her neck as her nails clawed at my back.

 “Joe, I love it!  Don’t stop, please baby,” she moaned as I thrust deeper inside her.  “Oh, yea I’m deep in my pussy,” I confessed as I unwrapped her legs from around my waist, holding one of her feet in each of my hands as I went deeper.

Tangela’s POV

“Baby! You so deep, I can’t take it!” I cried as he wouldn’t let up his torture of pleasing me. “Fuck! Yeah, I know I’m deep, and guess what,” he moaned, snapping his hips harder as I screamed wrapping my arms around his neck.  

“I can go even deeper,” he growled as I felt myself falling even deeper into my pleasure. I pulled him to me, desperately kissing him before biting his lip as he growled thrusting even faster.

 “I want you to cum all on your Tribal Chief’s dick. Can you do that Chieftess?” he questioned, grunting never breaking his thrusts as he rolled us over with me now on top.

I gasped feeling him deeper inside of me from the new position. I began riding him slowly trying to adjust. “You never answered your Tribal Chief Tange, can you cum on this dick? Answer me, Tange,” his deep voice commanded as his breath hitched each time I bounced on his dick.

His voice so deep and commanding was making me lose control of myself as I began bouncing a little harder. The look of pleasure on his face as he bit his lip, panting almost painfully gripping my hips was making me even wetter.

 “Whatever you want my Tribal Chief,” I moaned as I raked my nails down his chest. “Yea, you gon’ give it all to your Tribal Chief.  Listen to that shit, you hear dat? My pussy talking loud and clear to her Tribal Chief,” he grunted as I continued to bounce on his dick faintly hearing the sounds of my wet pussy taking all of his dick desperately, awaiting the powerful release I knew was coming.

 “Fuck, you know I’m about to cum my Tribal Chief! “I exclaimed, moaning in anticipation as he smacked my ass. “Don’t talk about it, be about it. Give it all to me,” he growled sitting up, taking me in a demanding kiss.

"You can have it all!" I gasped as his arms embraced me, making me bounce even faster on his dick. “My Tribal Chief!” I gasped against his mouth, taking him in a desperate kiss as I felt him becoming even harder, never breaking our kiss.

“Yea, you gon give it to me good, ain’t you Tange? Cum wit me,” he encouraged as we both let go. “I love you, Joe!” I declared as I came undone in his arms. “Yea, there it is Tange, you my Chieftess,” he moaned groaning against my mouth as we came together. Minutes passed before either one of us said anything.

“I love you Tange, never forget that,” Joe whispered taking me in a loving kiss as I cried just feeling overwhelmed. “I love you too, but I don’t want to feel obligated to stay,” I whispered as he wiped my tears.

 “Obligated....Woman I ain’t going nowhere, you're perfect in every way. You were made just for me, and it ain’t for nobody else to understand but us,” he whispered as I laid my head on his shoulder as he caressed my back.

After the baby shower Joe and I grabbed a late dinner. I had made the mistake of going on Instagram after Joe had posted a picture of us on our dinner date. Some fans were nice, but a few had said some harsh things to say about me.  Apparently, I’m plain and shouldn't be seen on his arm. Some even pointed out my slight weight gain. I know Joe loves me but things like that can really damage a person’s self-esteem.  

“Baby don’t let them ruin our night, don’t even think about it” he whispered pulling me closer as I pushed the thoughts out of my mind as we just enjoyed being together.

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Beyoncé Renaissance Concert

Financial Ford Field Philadelphia, PA

Jey’s POV

“Bro! I didn’t think you were doing it tonight. Yes, you know we got you!” Trin all but screamed as I laughed at Jimmy covering her mouth. “Damn girl, he don’t want everybody to know what he bout to do,” Jimmy scolded as we were waiting for Shantell to come out of the bathroom.

“Sorry ya’ll the baby was sitting on my bladder,” Shantell said walking up to us just glowing, her belly swelled with our son. Only three more weeks and we could finally hold him. This was one of her Pre-push gifts, the show had been canceled months ago due to scheduling conflicts. It worked out right on time with the scheduling as we had a show last night here in Philly.

Shantell’s POV

Jey is acting really weird tonight, almost like he’s nervous about something. Then Trin and Jon movin’ kinda funny, my thoughts were interrupted as I saw the set.  “Holy Shit!” I exclaimed, taking in the arena and all the sights as people from all walks of life were there for one thing, to see Beyoncé do her thing. The outfits were fierce up in here and people were being themselves, letting it all out for the world to see.

I can honestly say Trin, and I were acting like teenagers as the guys were slightly vibing. I don’t know many dudes who would take their girl to a Beyoncé concert, act like her bodyguard, and vibe wit her. “Babe, where did you go?” I asked, turning around after not feeling his arms around me anymore.

“You live on Instagram?” I asked, smiling as I saw the light from Jeys’s phone as he smirked at me. “We out here ya’ll, this is one of my baby's pre-push gifts. Tell the people, hey and you too sis,” he said as Trin and I smiled and waved at the camera.

“Oh, shit this our part,” Trin yelled as we began singing to each other. “Get in formation wit ya’ll bad self,” Jimmy said hyping us up, laughing.

“Ok ladies now let’s get in formation; you know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation. Always stay gracious best revenge is yo paper,” we sang doing a little of the choreography as Jey flipped the camera back to him and Jimmy holding up their drinks.

“Ya’ll two stop flexing for the camera, and come dance wit us,” Trin shouted as Jey smiled. “Well, ya’ll heard my sister, I’ll hit ya’ll up later,” he said ending his live.  

Jey’s POV

“You ready tonight, Bro, it’s on you,” Jimmy said pointing at Shantell and Trin dancing. “Nervous as fuck, but I’m ready," I whispered as he laughed at me. “You know I got yo back bro, the skybox is almost done, and here is the ring, “he said slipping it in my hand.  

 “Hey, could you take our picture?” I asked a fan, who seemed happy to do so. We took a couple separate and group pictures. “Ya’ll, I got to pee again,” Shantell said as she shook her head in disbelief. The first interlude was about to start so we made our way to the restrooms.

“I’m sorry my bladder is controlling the night,” Shantell said as Trin laughed. “Don’t do my nephew like that, he’s nervous with all this loud music Trin said. “Then you shakin’ my baby with all that dancing, “I added as Jon and Trin laughed at Shantell shooting me a bird, rolling her eyes.

“Trin, you ain’t coming wit me?” Shan asked as she shook her head no about going to the bathroom wit me. “Ok, I think ya’ll up to no good, but I’ll let ya’ll have it though,” she said going to the restroom to relieve myself again.

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Trin’s POV

“We're going up to make sure everything is good,” I said as Jon ran to get some ice. “I can’t believe you posted that group picture on Instagram;” I laughed looking at his post. Jey was smiling big as hell, one hand holding up the ring box above Shantell’s head.

His other hand was on Shantell’s belly as Jon and I held one finger over our lips, signaling to keep quiet. The heading read “No better place than this to ask for forever, cause I’m dangerously in love wit you.”

 “You damn big sap, these folks going nuts on this post,” Jimmy said walking up looking at his Jey’s Instagram post.

“Now what if Shantell sees this,” I asked as Jey held up her phone. “I got this sis, just make sure they got the skybox done,” he said as I hugged him. "I got an idea, use this to cover her eyes," I said giving him the scarf from my outfit.  “What would I do without you Trin?” he whispered as I saw the apprehension in his eyes.

“She’s going to say yes,” I said reassuring him as he took deep breaths trying act normal as Jimmy and I went to the skybox.

Jey’s POV

I hope she says yes, I mean these last few months have been crazy, but one thing remains the same is that I love her. “Hey, where did they go?” Shantell asked coming out pushing her dress down a little further. 

“They are waiting for us upstairs, they upgraded us to the skybox,” I said quickly as she looked at me strangely as I walked around and put the scarf over her eyes. “What are you up to now?” she asked as I laughed.

“Nothing just humor me please,” I said leading her on the elevator. “You know this is kinda kinky, I mean sex in the elevator with me blind folded,” she laughed as I gently pushed her against the wall tasting her lips.

“I could take yo ass right here right now, don’t tempt me,” I growled kissing her again as she moaned pulling me closer before the elevator opened breaking up our moment.

Baby I love you

You are my life

My happiest moments weren't complete

If you weren't by my side

“Babe, I hear my favorite song hurry up,” she whined as I smiled leading her down the long walkway up to the skybox. She cheekily complained that her favorite song was going to be over before I got her to the skybox.

We finally made it as I got a quick chance to look around at the dim room lit by the flameless candles with rose petals everywhere.  It was truly beautiful; I felt my heart racing as I led her to the middle of the room as Trin was recording.

Beyonce’s voice, so powerful and clear was definitely increasing the emotion of the moment for everyone as I saw my mother in the corner bawling her eyes out taking pictures on her phone. I see Tanya smiling brightly at me leaning on Jimmy trying to hold it together as he whispered something to her.

Later on in my destiny

I see myself having your child

I see myself being your wife

And I see my whole future in your eyes

“Jey, I swear! If I miss the queen singing this song, I’m gon’ be mad as hell with you,” she said laughing lightly as I kissed her gently to shut her up.

I gave the signal to Jimmy as I dropped down to one knee, opening the ring box as he removed the blindfold from Shantell’s eyes.

Thought of all my love for you

Sometimes make me wanna cry

Realize all my blessings

I'm grateful

To have you by my side

Shantell’s POV

What is going on? I can’t think, as I see Jey on his knees gazing lovingly at me, I feel overwhelmed and still unsure as to what he’s doing. I looked around our mothers, this beautifully decorated candlelit room, and don’t even get me started on Beyoncé sangin' her ass off behind him.

I am in love with you

You set me free

I can't do this thing

Called life without you here with me

Cuz I'm dangerously in love with you

 I know he ain’t gon’ propose, I can’t breathe. Shantell calm yo ass down and breathe I thought placing my hand on my heart trying to get myself together. Jey, knowing me better than anyone could sense I was getting overwhelmed.

“It's ok baby, I got you,” he whispered, as I could tell he was even more nervous than before.

I'll never leave

Just keep loving me, the way I love you loving me

I am in love with you(i'm so in love)

You set me free

Oh my god,” I whispered silently crying as he gently took my hand. “Baby, what are doing?” I asked trying to control my tears but it was not working.

“I told you I wanted forever Shantell, I meant that. My life just don’t make sense without you in it.  ��I want,” he started but paused for a second. I could tell he was overwhelmed himself trying to think of the right words to say.

“I need you here wit me. All this ain’t nothin’ if ya’ll ain’t wit me,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine trying to not let his own tears fall as he gently touched my stomach.

“I can’t believe you did all this,” I cried covering my face knowing I looked a hot mess.

I can't do this thing

Called life without you here with me

Cuz I'm dangerously in love with you

I'll never leave

Just keep loving me, the way I love you loving me

“Look at me baby,” he lovingly commanded as I tried to wipe my tears as he slipped the ring on my finger. “It’s always been you since the first day I laid eyes on you. Will you marry me, Shantell?” he asked, his voice breaking full of emotion as finally a few tears escaped his eyes.

Cuz I'm dangerously in love with you

I love you

I love you

I love you

“Sis! Wake up, this is really happening!  You betta nod yo head, or say something so we can plan this wedding!” Trin yelled as I laughed through my tears. Leave it to Trin to lighten the moment as I kneeled down taking his face in my hands.  

“Ask me again,” I whispered as he smiled kissing my hand. “ Shantell Johnson will you marry me?” he asked again, his eyes overtaking me as the love in his eyes shined so brightly. I nodded trying to find my words as his smile got bigger.

Dangerously

Dangerously

Dangerous...

Dangerously in love

With you...

I love you

“Is that a yes, tell me it is,” he pleaded as I finally found my voice.  “Yes! Yes!  I exclaimed through my tears. “A thousand times yes,” I whispered, crashing my lips against his as he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me into the air. I could hear the cheers in the skybox as the lights flashed off and on a couple times before staying off.

“She said yes! Congratulations Shantell and Joshua,” I heard Beyoncé say as the crowd cheered, without a beat she went back to singing.

I love you

I love you

I love you

Dangerously in love

“Wait did Beyoncé just congratulate us,” I asked against his lips as he smiled. “Don’t worry bout my connections, I got you,” he said kissing me again before we were pulled apart.

“Let me see the ring again!” My mom shouted as I hugged her. “How did you get here?” I asked, trying to fix my face which I knew was a mess from all the crying I had done. “My future son-in law worked it all out,” my mom said inviting Sandra over as she gave me a hug.

“I never knew my son was such a romantic, I’m really happy for ya’ll sweetie,” she said hugging me as I returned her gesture. “Ok, enough of all this crying! We at a Beyoncé concert, brother just got engaged. Man let’s turn up!” Jimmy yelled, popping a bottle of champagne as Jey walked over to me.

 “May I dance wit my wife now,” he said as I blushed. “Come on Hubby lead the way,” I said smiling as he took me in his arms.

“Man, I better be your maid of honor, I've been putting in work lately,” Trin said as I laughed at her. “You know you are sis,” I said continuing to dance with my soon-to-be husband…. Wow, Husband…. I could get used to that.

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Taraji’s POV

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Uceyjucey She said Yes!

Veiw all 2,560 comments

trinity_fatu Amazing night and proposal! I can’t wait to help plan the wedding. Love you both!

romanreigns Wait a damn minute, I don’t go out wit ya’ll one time and you get engaged! Congrats fam!

WWElover0900 Oh! She got that bed head, and a smile. My boy put a ring on it and tore that ass up last night. Congrats Uce!

Solosikoa Well, I would say welcome to the family, but you been family since day one my sister. I Love ya’ll and Sofia said she calls dibs on being a bridesmaid!

“What! I know he didn’t propose to this slut!” I screamed looking through the pictures and videos on Trin and Jey’s Instagram. “This can’t be happening, a baby, now engaged… This bitch stole my life,” I whispered looking through Shantell’s Instagram, but she rarely posts anything. Her last post was a picture of Jey lying on her stomach from months ago.

 “I think she’s ashamed of him, and he can’t see it,” I said as Tim laughed at me. “Girl, leave them folks alone. Shantell ain’t never really been a social media person because of crazies like your ass,” he said as I rolled my eyes ignoring him. “ I can reach him, I know it,” I said trying to convince myself that I could get Jey back.

“Ok, you gon’ get yourself killed, I can name five problems with your little plan to get Shantell outta the way,” he said smartly.  “What are they?” I asked getting irritated with him doubting me.

“The problems are Jey, Joe, Joseph, Jonathon and Trin. It’s so close to the end of her pregnancy, they are probably on her like white on rice,” he said as I sighed knowing he was right.  I had to let it go. It hurt me to realize it really was over as I finally broke down. My brother hugged me but also started stating the harsh truths and my mistakes.

“You and Jey tried sis, you cheated, and he moved on. You can’t be mad at that; Shantell is really nice and has gone through a lot. Doctors told her she would have a hard time conceiving children, this is her miracle baby,” he said as I looked at him trying to remain neutral. “How do you know that?” I asked as he gave me a hard look.

 “Look, I found out a lot when I was investigating Jey and her for you. She’s been through a lot, just let her be happy ok,” he begged as I let out a defeated long sigh. “I will try, it’s just so hard, she’s living my dream with him,” I cried as my brother nodded in understanding.

“You will be happy sis, you just gotta heal and let this mess go,” he said comforting me. For now, I will let it be, maybe one day I’ll find my happy ending. Maybe one day Jey and I will find each other again.

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Shantell’s POV

“Did we really get engaged last night,” I asked Jey again as he smiled brightly at me. I was still in shock as he held up my hand, showing me the ring on my finger.  “Oh, baby it’s real,” he whispered kissing my neck as I sighed turning on my side as his hand caressed my stomach.

 “I’m so huge,” I moaned as he smacked me on the ass. “No, you pregnant with our baby, and that’s all I wanna hear about it,” he growled against my ear entering me swiftly as I gasped at the intrusion.

“Mmhmm, I’m gon’ be in this pussy as much as I can, 'cause when lil man comes I can’t have you for six to eight weeks,” he groaned moving agonizingly slow inside me.

“Mhmm..You can have my mouth baby,” I moaned as he bit my ear, lifting my leg slightly, going deeper. “Oh, I plan on it and then some,” he moaned moving my hair to the side lightly biting, and sucking on my neck.“Baby, go faster,” I groaned at his slow pace.

“I don’t want to hurt you, or the baby,” Jey whispered turning my head slightly taking me in a gentle kiss. “Mmm.. We’re ok, the doctor said it was ok,” I moaned against his lips as he went deeper and deeper with each thrust.

I could hear the slight growl in his throat as he was trying to be tender and loving. “Josh, just fuck me…. Now,” I moaned, nibbling on his lip before attacking his mouth with mine as the little control he had was slipping slowly but surely.

“Shit! You want me to fuck you,” he growled against my mouth as I whimpered “Yes, Daddy,” his resolved crumbling as he snapped his hips as I began thrusting hard and rough inside me. “You wanted daddy’s dick rough huh,” he whispered against my ear as I groaned at his words and his control over my body.  

“Yes! I wanted it hard, and rough daddy!” I screamed as he took me harder “I’ll give it to you baby,” Daddy gon’ always give you what you want,” he moaned as my body was on fire. “Daddy, I’m so close,” I whimpered feeling that familiar tingling all over my body.

“Oh, I know, he taunted me grazing his thumb across my clit as I screamed in ecstasy. “Shit!  you feel so good!” I cried as he smiled against my mouth.

Jey’s POV

“Damn right it feels good, an ain’t nobody gon’ ever be able to do it like me, “I gasped as I felt her tightening around my dick. “Yea, give it all to Daddy,” I moaned as I felt her shiver with anticipation against me as I continued to thrust deeper inside her, playing with her clit, heightening her ecstasy and mine.

“Cum now Shantell, and you betta squirt all over Daddy’s dick,” I commanded as she came hard and fast on my dick. “Yeah, you always please Daddy,” I praised as I felt her relax against me trying to catch her breath. “That was amazing baby,” she moaned turning her body to face me.

“It's always amazing wit you,” I declared, just staring at her trying to wrap my mind around the fact she agreed to spend her life with me. "You know we gon' live happily ever after right?" I asked as she smiled and gently kissed me. "I know we are baby," she whispered settling into my arms.

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Smackdown

Shantell’s POV

“Hey, it’s time for the injury spot. Camera five and seven it’s all on you,” I said as they rushed to Jey’s dressing room, finding him laid out as Trin and Tamina were screaming for help. “What happened,” Paul asked as Trin got in his face angry.

“Roman and Jimmy happened!” she yelled as he jumped back. “Camera five focus on Jey, camera seven pace between the girls and Paul,” I instructed as I felt someone come sit beside me.

“Hey Montez,” I said smiling at him as he did a little goofy wave. “Hey beautiful,” he whispered, rubbing my shoulder. “Ok, we’re closing out the show on Jey being laid out and Paul looking angry. Get ready ya’ll, EMT workers coming in hot and fast,” I said, as they rushed in moving the girls out of the way.

“Your husband and Roman are in deep trouble, my main event is ruined," Paul said angrily as Trin rolled her eyes. “You don’t think I know that! He betrayed his own brother again; I don’t know how this happened?” Trin cried. “You know Roman got to him,” Tamina said rubbing her shoulder.  

“Until we settle this, you and Tamina are going to be sent home with Jey,” he said as the girls nodded in agreement. The cameras paced between Jey’s prone body and Paul’s worried face.

“Ok we’re off the air in 5,4,3,2,1,” I said looking at Jey laying there looking almost like he’s broken in half, with his limbs contorted. I hate it when he does that.

 I took my headset off as Montez smiled again at me. “Why are you smiling?” I asked. “Well, I love to see you work, you are so intense,” he said making me laugh. “Also, I came to see the new accessory on your finger up close and personal,” he added pointing to my engagement ring.

Jey’s POV

“What the fuck does he want?” I hissed heading towards them as Solo stopped me. “Bro, she accepted your marriage proposal. She loves you, ain’t nobody bout to fuck that up, trust her,” he said pointing at Shantell as I overhead what she was saying.

“Yea, I’m engaged,” she said smiling, making my heart race. “So, are you happy?” Montez asked putting his hand on her leg as I growled. “Chill out, bro,” Solo said as Shantell took his hand off her leg and patted his hand. “Yes, I’m very happy and I wanted to tell you Thanks, for being there when I was sick. Jey told me how you called 911 and helped, “she said giving him a hug.

“It was no problem, gotta protect my friends, right?” He asked as she smiled. “Yea we do, and my first friendship act is giving you Bianca’s number, she likes you,” Shantell said laughing at the shocked look on Montez’s face.

“Girl, don’t play wit yo boy, since when she like me?” he asks stuttering. “Since developmental, I think,” she said as he gave her his phone to log in Bianca’s number.

“See nothing to worry about, that woman crazy bout yo jealous ass,” Solo muttered walking away as I approached them.

“What’s up ya’ll,” I said trying to be polite to the guy, I mean he did help save Shantell after all.

Shantell’s POV

“Hey baby, Montez was just leaving,” I said trying to avoid any conflict. “Hey, I meant no harm,” Montez started as Jey cut him off. “Tez, I just wanted to say thanks for calling 911 and helping us that night. I was a real asshole to you,” Jey said as I tried to hide my shocked face. What the hell was goin’ on here?

“It's no problem, that’s what friends do,” Montez said holding his hand out to Jey for him to shake it.  “That they do man, that they do,” Jey said shaking his hand.

“So, I heard you gon’ to try the midwife deal,” Montez said trying to keep the conversation going. “Yea, I am but I’m scared to death,” I said frowning seeing Paul head my way. “Hey, where’s the fire?” I asked as Jey and Montez started taking down the monitors for me.

“I thought I missed you,” he said giving me a hug as laughed. “Paul you gon’ see me every week, the equipment is up in my office at home.  Zoom setup is done, and it’s going to be fine, “I said reassuring him.

“I’m used to you being here, it’s just going’ to be weird is all,” he said as I hugged him again. “Hey, two months will fly by before you know it,” I assured him as we finished cleaning up. My maternity leave starts tomorrow and I'm happy that Jey and I will be home for the next two months. Baby Fatu was officially on the way.

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One Week Later

Jey & Shantell's House, Pensacola, FL

Shantell’s POV

“Hey, I don’t want ya’ll to edit my video,” I breathed as I grunted through the pain, talking to our midwife. “What you talking about baby?” Jey asked, rubbing my back trying to help me through the contraction.

 “The clips we saw had music playing, looking so peaceful. They must have been faking, cause this shit hurts,” I groaned leaning back against Jey as he continued guiding me through the contraction.

“Baby, if anybody can do this, it’s you,” he encouraged kissing my temple as Trin came into our room. “Hey, we just got the pool set up in the foyer,” she said smiling at me as I waved at her. "Thanks sis,I said as she blew me a kiss before leaving the room.

 “Do you want to move to the pool Shantell?” Sofia asked as I shook my head no, grunting through another contraction as she was moving around the room.

 I can honestly say Jey has been here every step of the way and so has Sofia. When we talked about our fear of hospitals, Sofia helped us find a midwife and doula to help us out. “Let’s get you walking to progress this labor,” Connie our midwife said handing me my robe as Jey helped me up. “Can we have a minute?” Jey asked as everyone piled out of our room.

“I can’t do this babe, what if something goes wrong?” I cried in pain as Jey pulled me close. “Yes, you can, you are so strong Shan," he said wiping the sweat from my brow as I leaned on him for support through another contraction.

"Ok, happy thoughts. Do you remember what I told you the first time we were together?” Jey asked as I smiled in spite of the pain. “Yes,” I groaned trying to push through the pain as he breathed with me.

“What did I tell you baby?” He asked as I relaxed a bit thankful the pain wasn’t as intense as it had been a few moments before. “You told me I was yours forever,” I panted as he smiled lovingly at me. “You know what else happened that night, we made our baby Shantell,” he said full of pride rubbing his hand over my stomach as I nodded in agreement.

“We’re a family, and when he’s born what did I say was gon’ happen?” he asked his eyes never leaving mine. “We’re going to live happily ever after,” I whispered totally overwhelmed as he kissed me. “Damn right, now let’s do all we can to get him here safely,” he encouraged taking me in his arms as we began walking.

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Jey’s POV

A few hours later I needed a break, I couldn’t stand seeing Shantell in such pain. I’ve never felt more helpless in my life.

“Ya’ll so wrong eating, and Shan can’t hold nothing down,” Trin said pointing her finger at Joe and Jimmy. “Hey, we are eating it in the kitchen, not in front of her,” Joe said smartly as Tangela slapped him on the back of the head.

 “It’s the principle,” she said giving Trin a high-five. “How is Shantell?” Solo asked as I ran my hand over my face.

“She’s good as to be expected. She’s in a lot of pain and I don’t know what to do. I can’t help her, I just wish she would have gone to the hospital,” I confessed hearing Shantell groaning in the foyer. “You just be there for her, be her strength,” Sofia said rubbing my shoulder.

 “Joshua! Bring some ice up here,” my mom said as I could hear Ma Tanya talking Shantell through a contraction. “Hey, I’ll go back wit you,” Jimmy said as I smiled. “Thanks Uce, I could really use the support, “I said honestly as he followed me back upstairs. Shantell was now in the pool, the sun was setting, our windows allowed for a beautiful view.

I could see Shantell gazing out taking in the beautiful gulf as she was trying to focus. Our doula Rose was instructing her on meditating as she was rocking back and forth trying to center herself. “Good Job Shantell accept the pain, breathe through the nose and out your mouth,” Rose said waving me over to her spot beside Shantell.

Jimmy’s POV

 I ain’t never seen nothin’ like this.  Shantell’s contractions picked up really fast after we came back upstairs about an hour ago, and she’s finally pushing. My nephew was going be born any second, man the power of a woman.  Shantell looked so exhausted but was truly a superwoman right now.

“Ahhh! I can’t push no more! I ain’t got nothing left Josh,” Shantell cried as my brother seemed to slip into another gear.  He jumped in the pool with her, pulling her between his legs, holding her as she begged him to get out. “Josh, it’s going to be blood, and everything else in this pool,” Shantell said trying to get him out.

“Do you really think I care? I ain’t going nowhere, I can shower later. Let’s get lil Uce out,” Jey encouraged as my mom was feeding her ice while Tanya was keeping a cool towel on her head. They were all working well with the midwife and doula. I stood back out of the way but was ready to jump in to help if need be.

“Shit! Ring of fire, ring of fire! Ahh!! Sorry for cussing mama!” I Shantell screamed pushing through her pain as Jey rubbed her stomach, gently kissing her neck. “I know you in pain baby, do what you gotta do,” Tanya said almost in tears, I know it had to be hard for her seeing Shantell in pain. Hell, it's breaking me down myself.

 “Lil Uce, it’s time to come on out now. Yo mama is tired son,” Jey said as Shantell relaxed against him.

Shantel’s POV

I felt a slight pop on the last push as I leaned against Jey. “You doin so damn good baby, you got this,” Jey praised as my mom kissed my cheek.

“Stop for a second Shantell, I want you and Josh to reach down and feel Connie said. Reaching down I felt some hair “Is that him?” Jey asked looking at Connie smiling. “Yes, that’s the baby’s head,” she said as I felt overwhelmed and relieved at the same time. It was almost over, and I could hold him in my arms.

“He’s almost out,” I moaned against Jey’s chest as he held me tighter, I could hear the excitement in his voice. “Yea!  He's comin' baby, he waitin' on his mama to help him out. Let’s go baby,” he said not knowing his words were making me feel like a could run a marathon if needed.

“Holy Shit! This is crazy!” Jimmy exclaimed, squatting down beside us leaning over Jeys’s shoulder in amazement as I continued to push.

“Watch yo mouth boy,” Sandra said smiling moving to the opposite side of the pool with her phone taking her own pictures. “Sorry mama,” he muttered with a smile. “He’s right there sweetheart, you can do it!" my mom exclaimed trying to keep her tears at bay.

It was like the world stopped as I felt a huge release from my body as I fell against Jey. “Looks like you got your wish Mr. Fatu, It’s a boy,” Connie said as she placed our son on my chest. His strong cries filled the foyer as I heard the cheers from downstairs.

 “Yooo! You fuckin’ superwoman you hear me baby? You can do anything baby,” Jey praised against my neck hugging me tight as I tried to control my tears looking at this little miracle we made. “We did it, Josh. We did it," I whispered wincing at the cramping I was now feeling, but it was all worth it.

“You want to cut the cord daddy?” Connie asked as Jey looked at her nervously. “If I can,” he said as she guided his hand in separating our son from the cord that had gave him nutrients while he was inside me. “I love you so much, “he whispered kissing me as I sighed against his lips.

“I love you more,” I proclaimed, kissing him again before looking down at our son. “We been waiting on you Joshua, mommy and daddy love you so much,” I whispered kissing his little head rocking him in my arms. “He’s so beautiful sweetheart,” my mom said as Jimmy rubbed Jey’s shoulder.

"Are you ok Shantell?" Connie asked as she saw me wince in pain. "I'm having some cramping," I confessed as she nodded at me in understanding.  “Shantell, we got to get the afterbirth out, that’s why you're cramping. Daddy, can we have the pool?” Connie asked Jey as he complied, kissing us both before getting out.

“Josh, you wanna hold him?” I asked, smiling tiredly as he anxiously but carefully took our son and held him against his bare chest. Little Jousha molded perfectly into his dad’s arms, grasping his finger.  “You did good sis,” Jimmy whispered looking at his nephew in amazement in his brother’s arms. “Bro, he’s here,” Jey said, his voice breaking as he cradled him closer to his chest.  

“Bro, this my son,” he whispered, breaking down covering his face with one of his arms, almost hiding himself as Jimmy wrapped his arms around his twin and nephew gently. "You did so good baby, he's perfect my mom," said hugging me as I finally felt my body relaxing truly.

Sandra walked over to her boys, placing one hand on little Joshua’s head as Jimmy pulled her closer to them. After a few minutes of silence, she began praying in Samoan over them. This is truly a day I will never forget. Little Joshua was finally here, and I couldn't be happier. Every pain I felt over these last 15 hours has been worth it and I would do it again in a heartbeat.

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A Few hours Later

Joe’s POV

“So what’s this little guys name,” I asked caressing his little foot as Tangela held him. “His name is Josuha Edward Fatu,” Shantell said smiling as Aunt Sandra began crying. “You ok mama,” Jey asked as she waved off his concerns. “I’m good son, I just really miss your uncle sometimes. He always knew how to put me in my place,” she said as Jey laughed.

“I know he did,” he said winking at her as she smiled. “So, when is the wedding?” Trin asked taking little Joshua from Tangela.  “Guys I just pushed a baby outta my cookie jar, can we hold off about wedding plans. We ain’t even been engaged a month,” she said closing her eyes taking a deep breath as Jey laughed.

“Ya’ll heard the lady; we got plenty of time. Ya’ll just make sure you there when we tell you the date,” Jey said confidently.

Shantell’s POV

“It could even happen in a WWE Ring,” Jey said smartly as I rolled my eyes at him. “Nah, WWE ain’t bout to lights, camera, action our wedding. Not on your life Fatu, so don’t even think about it, “I said laughing at his antics.

“Hey anything can happen under them hot lights on a Friday or Monday night. Remember that’s how we met,” Jey said as I smiled in remembrance before kissing him. “Yea, I remember,” I whispered feeling so full of love for him, and our family.

I didn’t know what was next, but I knew this man was my soulmate, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for us.

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[theostrophywife]

hi! how are you? i was wondering if you could write an azriel x fem reader where their both a part of the inner circle and married and while playing with baby Nyx, the inner circle gang are teasing azriel and reader when their gonna have kids?

baby fever.

author's note: pain. all i know is pain because imagine az with a baby. please enjoy this drabble because i'd die for soft!daddy az.

Your baby fever has reached its absolute peak. 

You couldn’t help it. Seeing your mate carrying Nyx in his arms triggered some primal, innate need in you. Azriel was so soft and gentle, carefully cradling the tiny Illyrian with a fond smile on his face. He saw you watching him and broke out into a grin. 

“Do you want to hold him, my love?”

“No, I’d much rather watch you do this all night.” You peered into the bundle of blankets, pinching Nyx’s adorable cherub like cheeks. He cooed softly, wrapping his entire fist around your pointer finger. “Plus, I think he prefers his uncle Az more than any of us anyways. Isn’t that right, Nyxie?” 

The adorable baby boy babbled in confirmation, reaching out to Azriel’s shadows. They hovered protectively over Nyx like a veil of armor. You hung back, watching with nothing but pure adoration as your mate hummed a soft lullaby. The image tugged at all of your heartstrings and you couldn’t help but wonder what Azriel would be like with your own children. 

There was not a single doubt in your mind that Azriel would be a great father. When he loved, he put his entire heart into it. Azriel was kind, gentle, thoughtful, and extremely patient. You experienced firsthand what it was like to be loved by him and every day he made sure you knew how much he adored and appreciated you. The care and nurture Azriel displayed would surely be heightened once he became a dad.

“Look at you two. You’re adorable,” Cassian states as he watched from the velvet sofa. 

Mor nods in agreement, swirling a wine glass in her hand. “I can’t wait until you two have kids. I’m going to spoil my future godchildren so damn much.” 

You chuckled. “Godchildren, as in plural? Do Az and I get a say in this or did you already have a plan mapped out for us?”

Rhysand groaned, pulling Feyre into his lap. “These two have already predicted that you'd have a boy and a girl. A year apart, so that your son can look after your daughter.”

Azriel shook his head, smiling. “I’m surprised you lot haven’t taken it upon yourselves to name them.” 

The High Lord grinned. “Oh rest assured, brother. I know you two will make the right choice and grant my nephew the best name in the realm. Little Rhysand will thank me later.” 

You shook your head in disbelief. “Not a chance in hell, Rhys.” 

Cassian nodded in agreement. “They’re obviously holding out for a little Cassian.” 

Nesta rolled her eyes, setting her book down. “You two are delusional. They’re not naming their kids after you.”

Feyre stands, taking her dozing son from Azriel’s arms. “When you do decide to start a family, I’m sure you two will make great parents. You and Az already look after Nyx so much and he adores the both of you.” She pauses, winking. “Just don’t wait too long because my son would love to have a playmate soon.” 

Azriel tucks you into his side, kissing the top of your head. “I’m ready whenever she is.”

You beam, flushing at the declaration. Words couldn’t express how ready you were to start a family with your mate.

The moonlight streams through your bedroom window, bathing Azriel in an ethereal light as he turns over to face you. This was always your favorite part of the night, discussing the day’s events with your mate and winding down with his arms wrapped around you. 

“Az?” you ask shyly, propping your head up on the pillow. 

Azriel mirrors the movement. “Yes, my love?” 

“Did you mean what you said earlier? About being ready to start a family?” 

The way Azriel’s expression brightened made your heart leap in your chest. Even after being mated all these years, you could never get used to how beautiful he was. Azriel has always been breathtaking, but the excitement in his eyes as he looked at you now was absolutely exquisite. 

After you’d gotten home from the River House, you couldn’t stop thinking about children, more specifically, Azriel’s children. The thought of bringing a new life into this world with your mate filled you with so much joy. You couldn’t help but imagine two tiny little Illyrians running around with your hair and Azriel’s eyes. A son and a daughter, just like your friends said. The more you thought about it, the more your heart ached to make it into reality. With peace finally settling over Velaris, you couldn’t think of a single reason to wait any longer. 

“I did,” Azriel whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s your choice, my love but I would love nothing more than to start a family with you.”

“I think I’m ready, Az.” 

Your mate went so still that you weren’t even sure if he was still breathing. His fingers caressed your cheek, his features heavy with emotion. “Do you really mean it?” 

You beamed. “I do, Az. I want to have your children. I want to watch you chase our son around and take him flying. I want to teach our daughter how to handle a needle and a sword. I want to fill our home with screaming, rambunctious little versions of you that I’d love with all my heart. Most of all, I really, really want to make you a father.” 

Azriel takes your face in his hands, kissing you with fervent passion. You grin against his mouth as he places soft and tender kisses on your lips, nose, cheeks and every surface of your skin that he could reach. 

“I want to make you into a mother,” Azriel says as he kisses your forehead. You giggle as he flips you on your back, pinning you underneath him. “Can we start tonight?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. “I thought you’d never ask, my love.”

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[countrymusiclover]

9 - 50 Years From Now??

Part 10

Battle of Heart and Mind

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10 Years Later

Walking into Charles' old study room I saw that he was passed out with a drink glass in his hand. Leaning in the doorway I sighed, shaking my head down to my feet. I walked inside the office being as quiet as possible. “Ugh if Erik wasn’t gone he would owe me.” I mumbled under my breath wrapping my arms around Charles' waist doing my best to drag him from the chair and to his bedroom down the hallway.

I grunted through some discomfort, usually having Hank ti help me move him around with his strength. Laying Charles down on his bed I sit down on the edge of the bed trying to catch my breath. “Ahhh!” I yanked my head up hearing someone screaming through the empty hallways.

I could hear Hank’s roaring when I ran through the hallways as fast as I could manage. I held onto the wall standing in the center of the entrance of the stairs. Hank was hanging on the chandelier and there was a stranger laying flat on the floor. “Hank! What the hell is happening?”

“Addi, he didn't listen when I said he needed to leave.” Hank said, still hanging upside down and in his blue beast form.

The stranger lifted his head up confused when he mumbled a foreign name to me that I've never heard. “You’re the Hybrid Princess's Mother?”

“The who now?” I blinked confused standing on the first two steps of stairs.

The stranger sat upright slightly talking to me. “You're daughter-” He focused his gaze on my large stomach where you could see I was expecting.

“Hank! What's going on here?” Charles's voice entered the room causing me to whip my head around seeing him limp down the stairs until he was by my side.

The stranger asked. “Professor?”

“Please don’t call me that.” Charles mumbles.

Hank asked with his arms hanging down since he was upside down. “You know this guy?”

“Yeah, he looks slightly familiar. Get off the bloody chandelier, Hank.” Charles scolded him, stumbling to sit down on the step he was standing on.

The stranger still looked confused. “You’re pregnant, Amber….you can walk. I thought Erik-“

“Which makes it slightly more perplexing that you missed our sign on the way in. This is private property, my friend. I’m gonna have to ask him to you to leave.” Charles slured his words holding a glass in his hands that I had moved away from him when he was passed out.

The stranger finally forced himself to his feet. “I’m afraid I can’t do that…cause I was uh…because I was sent here for you.”

“Tell whoever it was that sent you that I’m…busy.” Charles responded.

The guy lowered his gaze briefly. “That’s gonna be a little tricky…because the person who sent me was you.”

“What?” Charles tilted his head.

“About 50 years from now.”

Charles started laughing and I covered my mouth following suit. This guy had to be on drugs or something because he was sounding crazy. Waving my index finger at him I pointed it at him. “You’re insane, buddy. We don’t even know who you are so you definitely can’t know about Charles and me.”

“I know how it sounds. But I do know you two.” The guy said when Hank sent him a confused look.

Charles questioned him and the stranger's response to everything was yes. “50 years from now, like in the future 50 years from now. I sent you from the future…Piss off!”

“If you had your powers you would know I was telling the truth.” The stranger pointed out.

Charles mumbles. “How do you know I don't have my..Who are you? Are you CIA? You were watching me.”

“I know you Charles. We've been friends for years. I know your powers came when you were 9. I know you thought you were going crazy when it started, all the voices in your head. And it wasn't until you were 12 that you realized that all the voices were in everyone else's head do you want me to go on?” He explained back to us.

“I never told anyone that.” Charles held onto his alcohol glass tightly.

He replied. “Not yet no but, you will.”

“Alright you've piqued my interest, what do you want?” Charles questioned.

The random guy answered. “We have to stop Raven.”

“I think I'd like to wake up now.” Charles grunted getting to his feet heading into the downstairs office room and I knew he was going to the alcohol case in there.

Hank stepped forward offering me his hand helping me down the stairs since my stomach made me off balance. “Here Addi let me help. What does she have to do with this supposed future?”

“Hold up, stranger. We don't even know your name. How about we start with that before you go into your whole future conspiracy theories.” I snapped at him still holding onto Hank’s arm for support.

The guy dropped his hands at his sides. “My name is Logan, Addison. And I know about your powers too.”

“You said something about a baby - daughter or whatever. What did you mean by that?” I shake my head throwing my arms away from my sides still unsure that he was telling the truth or was he just high.

Logan looks directly at me. “Well you're obviously pregnant at the moment. But what I don't understand is who got you pregnant. As far as I knew Erik paralyzed Charles sp Charles couldn’t get you pregnant.”

“That's not important right now. What does Raven have to do with this?” I cut him off holding up my freehand.

Logan dropped his shoulders. “Ravens blood is the weapon that starts the war. And your daughter is involved too.”

“I'm going to go find Charles.” I walked away from the boys wrapping my arms around myself moving through the empty hallways of the former school. Tapping my fingers on my arms I leaned against the wall reaching into the front of my shirt drawing out the metal coin necklace thinking back on the last time I saw Erik.

November 21, 1963 - Dallas

Removing the hood down from my head of the cameo sweetheart I had one with some torn blue jeans and some black tenna shoes. My hair was completely loose getting thrown around everywhere while I paced back and forth in the small apartment we had rented out. “What if Charles was wrong about my mother?”

“Wrong about what, Addison?” Whipping my head around I spun on my feet seeing that Erik came in through the door shutting it behind him.

Tucking hair behind my ear I avoided answering the question. “Oh uh nothing really.”

“Addi…don’t lie to me.” He lowered his voice stepping closer to me after he removed his brown leather jacket and his boots by the door.

I shut my eyes knowing that he would keep pressing me for the answer if I didn’t just answer him now. He used it as his own form of telepathy to read my mind. “It’s about my mother.”

“You’re worried about meeting her in Washington?” He figured out where my mind was heading.

Wrapping my arms around myself for comfort I nodded slowly lifting my gaze to his brown orbs feeling some tears welling up in my eyes. “I don’t know who to believe, Erik. My father Shaw said that she wants nothing to do with me but then Charles reassured me that she doesn’t hate me.”

“Charles is a hopeful person. He wants to believe the best in humanity and I the worst.” Erik reminds me.

Throwing my hands to my mouth I sucked in a sharp breath blinking through the tears trying to slip out against the will power in my brain telling me to not start crying. “I believed that he was right at first but now all that has followed us is the opposite. Azazal, Emma, Banshee and Raven. All gone in one way or another…now it’s just you and me. What if my father was right and I lose the hope of my mother that I dreamed of and I’ll be alone.”

“Why do you think you’d be alone? Do you think that I would abandon you now?” Erik asked, tilting his head to the side.

I began stuttering on feeling a tightening in my chest of the words I had just blurted out of my mouth at this moment. “Erik, I didn’t mean it like that-“

“You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone. I made you a promise the night before Cuba and I never intended on breaking it, Addi.” He cupped my face in his hands cradling my face gently. His brown eyes remained focused on mine and nothing else in the room.

I held my mouth open, mumbling under my breath. “Say it again.”

“Addi. You should know that I could never leave you alone where I could not see your annoyed face when I call you, Addison-“ He chuckled trying to still make a teasing remark but didn’t get the chance when I grabbed the front of his shirt drawing him towards me and suddenly kissing him.

He kissed me back passionately raising one of his hands quickly picking me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Opening the bedroom door, he walked towards the bed and dropped me down to the bed. My back hit the soft silk sheets before I rose up from the bed staring at him softly and brought a hand to his cheek stroking it softly. Standing tall, he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. My heart began to beat for a second as I stared at him, my eyes directed down to his muscular chest, and blushed at the sight.

I averted my eyes with my hands covering them quickly and tried to contain my blush, he looked up at me and smirked at my reaction. "There's no need to be shy; you can examine my chest as much as you want to."

"I don't know…I've never done this before." I pointed out to him where I peeked through my fingers for a split second.

Erik paused, not shocked but he still asked. “You're a virgin. Do you want to wait?”

“I want you, Erik.” Running my fingers up his chest I kept then around his neck, chuckling. “And this time we don't have any interruptions.”

He reassured me, grabbing my hand with his. "If you want me to stop now we can. We don’t have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"No, I want to do this." I said, wishing my heart would stop beating so rapidly like I was scared.

He took a seat beside her on the bed scanning over her face as if looking for a sign that she wanted to back out and was just pretending but he found no such thing."You can tell me to stop at any point.” He cupped my face, and pressed his lips on hers. He wanted permission to enter, and he was glad I let him in.

My hands started to trace his form, I began to run his fingers up and down his muscular chest softly while I began to feel his hand start to crawl underneath my shirt. He yanked my shirt off my head, throwing it to the ground. "Erik…."

He glanced down at my clothed beasts staring at them deeply before reaching behind my back and began to unclip the straps off and tear it off me in a split second. I gasped at him instantly reaching a hand to cover my breast, he let out a growl at them pushing my hands away. " Don't hide from me, Addison ... .I will say this won't be a one thing if you don't want it to be."

"Like what you see, Lehnsherr?" I asked, smirking at him, noticing that he was smirking down at me the entire time.

"Yes, I do very much indeed " He smirked before gathering me in his arms and pressed his lips down onto mine while placing his hand on my behind squeezing it gently.

He pushed me down to the bed gently, towering over me. He grabbed onto one of my breasts and began to massage it gently before leaning down, lowering his lips down to one of my nipples and starting to suck on it. I began to whimper in pleasure asis felt his lips on me, he tugged on it with his teeth gently before switching breasts and doing the same thing. After a while, he pulled away and unbuttoned my jeans sliding it off me down to my legs.

He stood up from the bed and unbuttoned his jeans, tugging them down to his legs before stepping out of them wearing nothing but his boxers. He teared his boxers in a split second, releasing his member. My eyes widened at how big It was and wondered how that would fit inside me.

He knelt down in front of my legs and opened my legs up a bit, he ran his hands up my legs and grabbed at my panties before tearing them off in a second. My eyes widened in shock at him and leaned up on my elbows staring down at him in confusion, "What are you doing "

"Do you trust me " He asked, glancing up at me.

"Yes." I replied, struggling to catch my breath knowing that my heart was racing a mile a minute .

He hovered over me and brought his lips down upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and embraced more into the kiss. I felt a hard rock positioned at my lower religion, he placed his member at my center and looked up at me. "Addi, this may hurt for a few minutes, I promise I'll go slowly. Are you truly sure?”

"No, I want you, " I said, gripping the bed sheets in my fingers, never moving my gaze from his. " Please go slow."

He nodded and aligned himself against me before thrusting into me softly , I hissed out in pain as I felt him breaking through my wall, tears began to well in my eyes. " Addi?." He moved slowly against her, I bit down on my lip hard trying to bear through the pain.

“Erik!...Keep going please.” Within moments I felt the pain suddenly vanish and began to feel pleasure. I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraced me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back.

He ran his body over every inch of my body he could reach, both of us slick with sweat as he moved against one another, our pants and moans filling the room before we had both collapsed onto the mattress trying to catch our breaths. “Tomorrow I'm going to save the president before the world finds out what he truly is. The world most certainly won't accept him once they know the truth.”

“I know that you want all of us against them. I just don’t want you to get into trouble or worse captured. I think I love - I care about you.” I corrected myself thinking now might not be the right time.

Erik watched me lay my head on his bare chest and the coin laying on mine. He raised his arm that wasn't behind his head to run his fingers through my hair seeing it helped me fall to sleep. “Don't worry, Addison. They'll have to catch me first..I care about you too.” He whispered, kissing the crown of my head falling asleep himself. For tomorrow was a day that would change everything.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[newtonsheffield]

Molly can we get Poppy's reaction to Miles (cause it's gotta be Miles, right? Not Edmund?) being named after him? He's gonna pretend it doesn't affect him but he can't stop himself from crying to the point where Kate scrambles from the bed to hug him, right? Of course Kate and Anthony are gonna name their son after him.

Oh Kate’s Poppy loves being a Poppy to her kids. Especially because he knows how much joy his son would have found in this role and he’s glad to be able to do it for him, even a little bit. He’s proud of Edmund Tharman Bridgerton, future Viscount who toddles around looking the spitting image of Anthony but for the shock of curls and the cheeky grin that’s so much like Kate’s was he nearly does a double take. And his heart just about stops when he shuffles into a hospital room again and Neddy’s sitting on Kate’s lap holding the tiny baby with Anthony’s hands guiding him.

“Poppy!” Neddy cheered, bouncing a little with excitement, “I’ve got a little brother! Just like papa!”

“Do you Neddy?” He said gently, kissing the top of Kate’s head while his wife wrapped Anthony in a tight hug, “That’s very special.”

“Amma says he has your name. Miles Poppy Bridgerton!”

He froze, his eyes, darting to Kate who smiled, running her fingers through her’s hair with a chuckle, “Miles Nalan Bridgerton, I thought it would be nice.”

Tears sprang to his eyes and he took a shuddering breath. It didn’t seem so long ago that Kate had scrambled onto his shoulders and they’d run away down the street for ice cream before Tharman could stop them, Kate giggling madly the entire way. And now here she was. Lady Bridgerton. Naming her son after him, “I’d be honoured to have him named for me.”

“I love you Poppy.” Kate pressed it against his skin as she kissed his cheek, and he felt the tears roll down his cheek.

“I love you too. Can I hold him?”

Kate nodded, lifting him gently from Neddy’s arms and placing him down again. He was so beautiful, just as Beautiful as Edmund was two years ago, just a beautiful as Kate had been all those years ago as well. “You know, Neddy, I held your Amma when she was this small.”

“No!” He gasped, “Amma was never this little.”

“She was! And so were you.”

He chuckled at the memory, his son had been so proud that day, radiating through the halls of the hospital. “I have a daughter! She is the most beautiful little girl you’ve ever seen!”

He had been the same when Edwina had been born as well, tears in his eyes, “Another girl! All my ladies together!” He would have been so proud to see them now.

Kate chuckled, “Anthony’s a little upset, he wanted a girl.”

Anthony rolled his eyes, “I’m glad we have a healthy baby. I’ll get my mini Kate next time.”

“I look forward to being a Poppy again.”

#lavender haze au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[thekatebridgerton]

I just know their daughters are ABC's karma for all the gray hairs they gave Violet for their rakish and stress inducing younger days like imagine their daughters having the Bridgerton name with brains and beauty from their mamas lmaoo they're gonna be pulling their hairs out and Violet's on the sidelines laughing her ass off

Anthony thought that he'd finally gotten rid of Hyacinth. And then he looks at his perfectly adorable daughters, who are already looking to be just as beautiful as his wife and just as stubborn and Anthony begins preaching about the values of living a nun's life. Because he doesn't want to do this again!! please Mary and Charlotte, spare poor Papa and convert to Catholiscim, a nun's life is a good life. No suitors looking to lock you in a library and take liberties, like Papa did with Mama.

Benedict only has one daughter! one, little Violet is the apple of his eye and she's got him wrapped around his finger but also, she's got Sophie's weakness for losers (sick people who are in need), so Benedict is deathly afraid some loser will con his daughter one day into marriage by pretending to be some weak and pitiful idiot just to appeal to Violet's good heart. HE knowS!!!

Colin is comparatively pretty chill about Agatha and Jane because he's convinced that his cute kids are going to be Bluestockings and he will encourage all the free thinking possible in his house if it means it will drive away suitors in the future. Jokes on him, Agatha and Jane end up being diamonds, during their first season and Colin wants to kill Anthony and his mother for laughing so hard in his face anytime he asks for advice.

Meanwhile Violet is out there drinking tea with Kate, Sophie and Penelope laughing with their daughters in law about how her sons were good rakes but now have to suffer the younger generation of wolves being after their daughters as a punishment for all the compromising they did

(Anthony be like "I waited till marriage!! why doesn't anyone believe me Kate??" "Probably because the bee sting story sounds like a bad coverup")

#anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #stressed dads #bridgerton dads

[fanficwritersworld]

Adding Smoak To Fire

Summary: After being injured, Bart finally does something that makes his sister happy.

Pairing: Nora West-Allen x Mia Smoak x Fem!Reader

Requested: by this anon. Hope you like it.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: a bit of angst and fluff

Masterlist|Prompt List

“XS!” you screamed. 

Nora turned to see you being held in the air. Whoever was holding you had been able to fight against your powers. “(H/N)!” Nora screamed. She needed to run. She had to save you. 

But not even a speedster can save everyone.

Nora can’t remember coming back to STAR Labs. All she could recall was you. Your screams as the criminal stabbed you. Your blood was on her hands when she finally got to you. Your paling skin. Your eyes open and close.

She couldn’t hear Caitlin’s orders, Cisco or Chester’s rapid thinking about how your powers might react to the injury, her mother’s soft pleas to have her change. Nora could barely feel her little brother gently grab her arm.

“Nora!” Bart whisper-shouted as he brought her to the time vault. “Wh–” Bart pulled his sister close to him, shushing her sobs. “Listen to me, I’m gonna go and get Mia. You need to clean up and stay with Mom” Bart told her. 

He knew his older sister better than most. Bart knew that until you woke up or Mia gets to you both, Nora would be stuck in a daze for who knows how long. 

Nora only nodded before Bart informed his father and mother on what to do and then he ran into the pipeline to travel home and get Mia here fast. 

Iris helped Nora change and clean her hands of your blood, trying to talk to her daughter. All she was given was silence, watching the tears gather in her eyes before wiping them with the back of her hand and letting the cycle continue. 

Once Caitlin was able to stop the bleeding and get some blood, donated by Allegra who was the only match to your blood type, Barry brought Nora into the room with a chair that was as close as he could get it. 

After half an hour, Bart returned. Mia took a moment before hurling her stomach into a trash can. Bart went to pull her hair back before Mia caught his hand stopping him. She took a moment before looking at the boy. 

"Where are my girls?" Mia asked, her toe as sharp as a blade. Caitlin ushered her to the room you were in. Mia went straight to you and Nora. She took Nora's free hand, her fingers caressing her knuckles out of instinct and her other hand went to lay under the palm of your hand that Nora held. 

"I… I wasn't fast enough" Nora choked, turning to Mia. The blonde crushed down, her arm wrapping around Nora's shoulders. "Hey, baby look at me" Mia whispered "You did everything you could okay? We still love you just as much and nothing is ever gonna change that". 

Nora pressed her head against Mia's and sighed as they both looked at you. "It's just a waiting game now" 

You felt your eyes open only to shut them again. Stupid lights. You waited a moment before opening them slowly. After adjusting to the light, you turned to the weight on your hand. 

Your girlfriends sat next to each other, both holding your hand as they slept beside you. "My favourite future sister-in-law! Great to see you awake" Bart whispered from across the room. You only rolled your eyes at him. 

"Bart" you smiled as he walked over to you. "You took a hit for little ol' m" Bart gushed, hand over his heart in the most dramatic way imaginable. Family Trait. "Yeah, I'll take a pass next time. It's exhausting saving your ass" You groaned, rolling your eyes at the boy. 

Bart mocked a gasp, falling back onto the floor. The both of you let out a quiet laugh, careful not to wake up your girls. "Seeing as you owe me one Allen. Maybe you can help me out" You wiggled your eyebrows. 

"Only if you never do that again" 

When Mia's eyes opened, her head went from zero to a hundred when she didn't see you on the hospital bed. "Babe!" She shouted looking around for you and waking Nora in the process. "W… What?" Nora groaned, looking around stupidly without reason. 

"Darlings, I'm okay" You cooed, sitting in the iconic Wellsobard wheelchair you had heard so much about. Mia felt a weight on her shoulders lift as she walked over to you. "You had us so worried Bow” Mia cooed, kissing your cheek. You smiled at her, placing your hand on her cheek. “I have the most amazing girlfriends in the universe. I’m not letting anyone take me away from you” You looked at Nora, holding your free hand out.

The guilt on your sweet thundercloud was heartbreaking. “Thundercloud… come here baby” You encouraged her. Nora holds your hand, tears falling from her face. “I’m so sorry” Nora cried at you, her guilt too much to bare. With Mia’s help, you stood up slowly, hugging her with all the strength you had. “None of this was your fault, my love, I chose to be like you two, my arrow and thundercloud. We are in this together, until the sun stops shining” You told them both, a soft smile on your face.

“We love you so much Lightning” Nora sniffled, wrapping her arms around you and Mia. “I love you both two, now wheel me to the bubble room” You cheered softly, falling back into the wheelchair.

Nora and Mia wheeled you into the time vault. Their eyes lit up as they noticed the blankets and fairy lights strung around the room. “(Y/N) You didn’t!” Mia exclaimed, slightly angry that the girl went to this trouble. “Nah, Bart helped me out. This is the first time in ages we’ve been in the same time period with you two helping your Dads. I just want a night date with my girlfriends without some speedster or ninja getting in the way” You told them.

The two heroes kissed your cheeks, helping to the beanbags on the floor. “Okay then, what movie shall we watch first?” Mia asked you, falling right next to you. “I’ll get the snacks” Nora beamed, using her speed to leave her girls only to come back with bags of your favourites. 

“My favourite girls” You smiled

#nora west allen x reader #nora west allen imagine #nora west allen #mia smoak x reader #mia smoak imagine #nora west allen x mia smoak x reader #the flash imagine #poly couple stans

[thecameronchronicles]

The Tutor

TW: Smut. Language. Praise Kink. 

SUMMARY: Your summer job gives you more than you bargained for as you catch Ward’s eye as Wheezie’s tutor. 

WORD COUNT: 900

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

I don’t know if you write Ward fics but could you do one where he fucks wheezies tutor?

The Tutor

Working for the Cameron's was a prestigious position no matter what it was for. Their name on any resume would prompt you into further success in any future hiring. Mowed their lawn? You could own your own company by the end of the week with the support of someone like Ward Cameron behind you. But all you had done it for was a few extra bucks for the summer, tutoring his daughter, Wheezie, completely unaware that you were unprepared for what the job would truly entail. 

Academics came effortlessly to you, however, which made this nearly easy money. You didn't have to worry about being tongue tied or frustrated as Wheezie accepted you as a role model as she had drifted away from her own sister since she moved away to college. And with only an unmotivated older brother who was constantly locked away in his room or somewhere spending his daddy's money, you were often left with only the youngest Cameron. 

But you couldn't help but notice how Ward would choose to work from home whenever you were around. It had begun a few hours spent in his office, and then where he would take full days off to take you on The My Druthers after study sessions as you both discussed Wheezie's progress from a C minus to a low A. But you quickly began to feel his attention was from something else entirely. Such attention that made you feel sheepish to any hug or handshake offered, even the glide of the cash payments tracing your skin at the end of the week. 

For this, your own efforts were subject to change. The lackluster bun that usually sat at the top of your head was now curated into loose curls. The outfits that consisted of jeans and tees were now more delicate and feminine, showing off your body in a way that was still appropriate around Wheezie. But it was enough to make him shameless in the way his eyes fell over you. 

"Can you come to my office to discuss the schedule for next week?" Ward asked as Wheezie was working on her algebraic equations in following your hints and clues to figure out those very problems. 

"Yes, Mister Cameron?" You heard the door close softly at your back as he began walking slowly towards you. Each word he spoke, leading you to the edge of his desk. 

"You're a very hard worker. Always on time. Always doing your job so perfectly...." He paused for a second. "And you're such a beautiful young woman, too...but I think someone should take care of you..." His hand cupped your hip, riding slowly up your curves, before settling on your breast. 

"Would you want that, sweetheart?" Your lips parted to speak, but you could only agree with a nod. 

"But we have to be quiet...don't want to disrupt her studies now, do we?" You smirked before he lifted you onto the surface of his desk, your legs taken over his shoulders. 

"Mister Cameron..." You whimpered breathlessly as he smirked against your thighs kissing it sweetly, before shaking his head. 

"Be my good, quiet, girl for right now, okay?" You nodded, gripping through his hair before he returned into you. 

"Dad, have you seen my tutor? She just up and disappeared…" Wheezie groaned in annoyance as your eyes suddenly flashed to the clock on his desk to realize what time had lapsed. But as Ward rose, fingers replacing his tongue inside of you, he bent them perfectly as his other hand wrapped around your mouth. 

"Still my good girl?" You nodded, eyes screwing closed. 

"I had her run somewhere for me, sweetie." 

"It's been like an hour? Where did you send her?" Wheezie whined. "Nassau?!" 

"I'm sure she is gonna come soon." He looked at you for validation as you nodded quickly, a pout forming beneath his palm as he grinned. 

"Real soon..." 

Hearing Wheezie's departures steps let you breathe a sigh of relief as his hand was removed. 

"Please, Mister Cameron..." His hand came around your neck as he stationed himself in a tease between your legs. 

"Gotta keep this between us, alright, my sweet girl?" You nodded. "Don't want anyone else to know how you feel..." 

Your back arched as he pulled you back into him. 

"But I want to hear you beg real pretty for me, sweetheart...I've imagined it since you first sat at my table and every moment since. So make it real sweet for me..." 

"Please Mister Cameron...fuck me..." This was all it took to have you in a bend. His motions quick but deep, through, all while his hands rode up the lines of your curves and into a rest at your hair. 

"I am expecting you to wait for me after your lessons with her. You tell anyone else about this or make a sound then it won't bode well for you. You keep being being good girl and you'll come, fuck, you'll squirt for me, every goddamn time...." 

"Mister Cameron!" You gasped. 

"I'll take care of you-" 

"I'm gonna come!" 

"Every. Time." You expelled around him, contractions of your sex bringing him to his release as he held you in place. 

"I want you back here when you're done. This time, I won't have to rush..." Your eyes widened. 

This was rushing?! 

He kisses you softly and adjusted your attire, mention how you were a good girl, before he set you on your way, as if you could focus on anything but the fact you'd just been fucked by Ward Cameron….

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#ward cameron #ward cameron smut #ward cameron fanfiction #outer banks #obx #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks smut

[writingdumpster]

stories of us

pairing: Jonah Heidelbaum x Hunter!reader

warnings: spoilers, canon level violence, guilt, reader has killed Nazis

summary: Jonah tells the reader he wants to have a family but she doesn't think she's worthy of motherhood after all she's done.

word count: 1k

When you joined The Hunt at 18 years old you knew you were sacrificing a lot of life’s simplest pleasures. You were giving up a home and friends. You didn’t expect to ever find love. Meeting Jonah was the best thing that had ever happened to you. You were both constantly moving, never settling in the same place for longer than a few months but you had each other. You returned to Brooklyn every now and then, but mostly you traveled. You hunted. 

Jonah and you found solace in each other despite the violence in your lives. There was so much blood and pain in your lives that the love and joy you gave to each other was the most treasured part of either of your lives. You talked about what you would do when you were done hunting as if it would ever happen–as if either of you would ever be able to give up The Hunt. 

A part of you wanted to give up The Hunt every time you looked into Jonah’s eyes. You saw home in Jonah’s eyes. You saw warmth despite their cool color. You saw love and protection and happiness. When Jonah looked in your eyes he saw relief. He saw forgiveness. He saw someone who didn’t see him the way he saw himself. 

“When we’re done I’m gonna buy you a house with a porch,” Jonah said. His arm was wrapped around you as you laid your head against his bare chest. You were lying in bed on a lazy Saturday morning. You didn’t have anything to do until the evening. 

“We’re going to move somewhere where the air is clear and I’ll eat breakfast with you on our porch every morning,” Jonah mused. He combed your hair through his fingers, his cheek pressed to your forehead as he spoke. One of your fingers was drawing aimless shapes on his chest. The words were sweet. Jonah’s imagined future would’ve been a dream come true for you. But that’s just what it was: a dream. There was no real truth to the words. You would never be done. There would always be more Nazis to find. 

“Hmm,” you hummed up, dismissing the thought. 

“What’s that mean?” Jonah asked, as he leaned away to meet your eye. 

“What’s ‘what’ mean?” You asked. 

“‘Hmm,’” he mimicked you. “You don’t want a home with me anymore?” He asked.

“Of course I want a home with you,” you assured him. 

“Then why the hum?” Jonah asked. You sighed. 

“We’re never going to be done hunting, Jonah,” you said. 

“Do you really think that?” He asked as he sat up.  

“Do you really think there will ever stop being Nazis to hunt?” You asked. “Think about Travis. He was our age. It’s just going to keep happening,” you said. Jonah pursed his lips as he looked down at you. . 

“But I want a family with you,” he confessed quietly. You fell silent. That was never something you discussed. You talked about a future together; about growing old; about sharing a home; but you had never said anything about kids. 

“You do?” You asked, genuinely surprised. 

“Of course, I do,” Jonah said. “You don’t?” He asked, his voice had lost its softness.

“I never really let myself think about it,” you lied. You thought about it often. You thought about how Jonah could tell your daughter the stories his Safta told him before bed. You thought of how nice it would be if you had a son that looked like his father. But you didn’t deserve that. You had killed too many times to be a mother–taken too many lives to be good enough to raise a new one. 

“Why not?” He asked. 

“We’re Hunters, Jonah,” you said simply, avoiding the answer. 

“You don’t ever want to stop hunting?” Jonah asked. 

“Do you?” You deflected. 

“Yeah,” he said. “I want to stop hunting one day and I want to marry you in the temple my Safta made me go to every week growing up,” Jonah told you. “I want to buy a house with a porch in a good school district and have two kids, one boy and one girl. And then I want to watch our kids grow up and get old and crazy in our house together.”

His story sounded beautiful. It sounded like such a happy and perfect life. But that didn’t change that you didn’t deserve it. It didn’t change the things you had done and the person you saw yourself as. It didn’t change that despite the violence you’d seen and danger you’d been in, the thing you feared the most was yourself. A tear slipped from your eye. Jonah noticed and furrowed his eyebrows. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked immediately. “What’s this about?” More tears began falling and you sniffled. 

“Jonah, I’ve killed so many people,” you said. Jonah’s expression fell soft. 

“Baby, no. You’ve killed Nazis. They’re not people, they’re Nazis,” he said. 

“But I’ve just…I’ve done so much hurting,” you said. “What if I don’t know how to do any helping?” You asked through tears. Jonah pulled you up and into his arms. You cried softly into the crook of his neck as he rubbed your back and stroked your hair softly to soothe you. 

“Everyone you have ever killed has killed more people than you ever could. They tortured my grandfather. Even after the war they killed Murray, and Georges, and my Safta. All you’ve ever done is help,” Jonah assured you. You nodded silently against Jonah’s shoulder. 

“You’re right,” you said softly. “You’re right,” you repeated, making yourself believe it was true. Jonah kissed your forehead. When your sniffles had subsided he spoke again. 

“I was serious, y’know?” He told you. “I want a family with you,” you said. “And I want to stop someday.” 

“I love all the stories you tell me about us,” you said. Jonah smiled warmly at you. 

“They don’t have to be stories,” he said. 

“They’ll still be stories,” you said as you leaned forward you kissed Jonah tenderly. You pulled away, keeping your noses pressed together. “They’ll just be true stories.”

#jonah heidelbaum x reader #logan lerman x reader #jonah heidelbaum #logan lerman imagine #jonah heidelbaum fic

[do-re-lee]

Speak of the Devil

A/N: My very first tickle fic with actual characters! What a milestone. Thank you to @thelavendersquid for this idea! Hopefully I’ll start doing more of these in the future.

Summary: You find your friend Lucifer a little down so you come up with a fun way to cheer him up!

“Lucy, buddy, why the long face? I haven’t seen you this down since Dan beat you at that round of chess a few months ago.”

Sitting on the edge of his bed in his living area above Lux, Lucifer glanced up at you, one of his closest friends since he’d come to the human world. His brow furrowed as he looked away again, sighing before he spoke.

“The detective hasn’t answered any of my phone calls today. After wrapping up another case yesterday we had a lovely little chat and after heading back home I haven’t heard from her again. I’m just a bit worried is all.”

You smile softly, sitting down next to him on the bed. You put your hand on his arm and give a comforting squeeze.

“Aw well Lucy, I don’t think you really have anything to be worried about. It seems like everything went well last night, she’s probably just busy. It’s Mother-Daughter day at Trixie’s school today remember?”

Lucifer’s eyes widen as he recalls the special event the detective had told him about a few weeks ago, and breaths a sigh of relief.

“Right… That’s right! The all-day event! How could I forget!”

You grin, seeing his composure finally start to relax.

“Yeah! See, you didn’t have anything to worry about!”

Happy to see him finally free of his bout of overthinking, you give him a playful little squeeze on his side. To your surprise, he jumps a little and lets out a chuckle as his lips form a small smile.

You raise your eyebrows as you look at him, your smile growing bigger.

“Is that a laugh I heard just now? Could it be that the big scary King of Hell is… ticklish?”

You smile deviously as you raise your hands into claws, wiggling your fingers. Lucifer’s smile widens nervously as he leans away from you, putting his hands up as if to defend himself while stuttering his denial.

“N..No no I’m not! I’m the Devil for hell’s sake! There… There’s no way I’m ticklish! It.. It’s not even worth trying…”

You leans towards him with mischief in your eyes.

“Cmon Lucy, I’m your friend. And as your friend it’s my job to cheer you up when you’re feeling bad! So I’m gonna need to turn that frown upside down…”

As you finish your last sentence you dart your hands straight for his sides. Lucifer manages to grab and stop one of your hands, but he’s not quite quick enough to grab your other one and is soon consumed with laughter as you squeeze up and down his side. You laugh along with him as you dart your free hand around from one of his sides to the other while he tries to catch it unsuccessfully.

“Thahahat doesn’t tihihihickle!” Lucifer sputters as a glowing pink blush starts to appear on his face.

You fein surprise as you gasp exaggeratedly, then nod understandably.

“Doesn’t tickle huh? That’s good to know. Then I guess it won’t matter if my tickly fingers wonder over here…”

As your free hand quickly moves across his sides, you spider your fingers against his stomach. Lucifer barks out a louder laughter and releases your trapped hand in an attempt to cover his stomach.

Knowing that there’s no contest between the Devil and a human such as yourself when it comes to strength, you know that there’s no way for you to move his arms away for your primary target, so you’ll need to be clever about it. You keep your hands up, then suddenly look towards the elevator, as if someone had arrived.

Lucifer took the bait and turned to look towards the elevator as well, lowering his guard, and his arms. You take this opportunity to strike and spider your fingers all around his stomach as you feel him explode with laughter as his head whips back around to face you with the most marvelous look of glee on his face. His arms go back to trying to defend himself, but since he needs to keep his supernatural strength in check as to not hurt you, he can’t really defend himself very well as a result.

He tries to cover his stomach as best he can to defend himself from your tickly fingers, but to no avail. He finally lets himself dissolve into laughter as he sees your smiling, laughing face, a look of nothing but pure joy as he sees how much fun your having.

After a couple more minutes you let up, and Lucifer takes the opportunity to cover his stomach further as small residual laughs still make their way from his smiling lips. As he sits up straight again you rub his back to try to help him calm down.

“You alright?” You ask, a small smile still on your face.

Lucifer smiles and nods. “Thank you. I do feel a lot better about the detective and the entire situation. I’ll give her a call tonight and see how the event with Trixie went.”

You smile. “I think that’s a fantastic idea, Lucy.”

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[abihasablog]

Massage

Tickletober Day Seven!

Fandom - Our Flag Means Death

Characters - Ler!Stede, Lee!Ed

SFW

Words - 1019

A/N: Wanted to get this out before the end of the day, but there will be a cheeky sequel in the near future.

Ed found himself in a bit of discomfort, as he often did after a day spent mostly standing.

Ed and Izzy had spent an hour on deck standing stationary at opposite ends of the capstan, discussing repair work. When they had broken, Izzy’s eyes shot immediately to his knee and  had crossly lectured him after seeing he was not wearing his brace properly. He then stood and watched him tighten it until he was satisfied. While Ed had grumbled that he was the Captain for fuck sake, he was a little warmed by Izzy’s angry, borderline threatening concern.

Then, Ed had spent half an hour watching, captivated, as Buttons communed with his birds.

After that, it was knife throwing with Jim, mostly to watch them at it and see them blush under their hat at Oluwande’s supporting commentary.

This had continued all day, only really sitting for meals with Stede. It wasn’t until he joined the crew for story time that evening did he notice the stiffness in his back and shoulders. 

“Iz,” he whispered to Izzy who was half falling asleep on his shoulder. His first mate jolted a little, looking up at him drowsily. 

“What is it?” 

“Tense back. Need you to crack it.” 

Izzy frowned at him. “That isn’t gonna help you.”

“Uh, yeah it will. Always has before.” 

“You’re stiff from standing all day, right?” At Ed’s sheepish nod, he carried on. “Then it’s muscles. You don’t need me to snap you around, you need a massage. Ask your boyfriend.” 

Ed looked to where Stede was engrossed in reading, dramatically imitating a French accent that had Frenchie and Wee John in giggles.

Ed’s eyes watched carefully as Stede licked the pad of his thumb before turning the page. 

Those hands? On him?

“You have such good ideas, Iz.” Ed turned to him with a grin. Izzy only sighed, turning his attention back to the story, and trying to muffle his own laughter at Stede’s voices.

When Ed followed Stede back to their cabin, he made a show of pouting. Stede watched him with a small smile.

“What’s that face for?”

“Oh, nothing.” Ed lowered himself down on the sofa with an overdramatic groan. Stede appeared beside him, hands on hips, looking at him with concern.

“Is it your knee? Izzy told me you weren’t wearing your brace properly, Edward.” 

Oh, did he? Little snitch. 

Ed made himself look even more pathetic. 

“Not my knee, Stede. My back. It’s all stiff and horrible and Izzy wouldn’t crack it for me.” 

“Oh, poor lamb!” Stede tutted, dipping to press a sympathetic kiss to his temple. “Take off your robe, darling, and I’ll see what I can do.”

Ed eagerly shimmied the banyan from his shoulders and tossed it aside. Stede smiled warmly as he sat beside him, patting his knee. 

“Here,” Stede said softly, tugging Ed up and letting him fall across his lap. “I used to do this for my daughter all the time.” 

“Wha-?” Ed started, but cut off in a gasp when Stede’s nails started to trace across his back. A full body shiver racked him, and he buried his face in Stede’s thigh to hide his pink cheeks. “Fuck me.” 

“Good?” Stede enquired cautiously. Ed wrapped his arms around Stede’s leg like an octopus, arching his back up shamelessly into the touch. 

“Don’t stop, ever. I’m never moving again.” 

Stede chuckled gently. He let his nails drag up and down Ed’s naked back, curling in patterns across the skin, tracing around the edges of his larger tattoos. 

“Talk t’ me,” Ed mumbled sleepily. 

“What about?”

“Anything. Your voice ‘s pretty.” 

Stede was glad Ed couldn’t see his face, which now matched the red of Ed’s discarded banyan. He cleared his throat before speaking. 

“Well, that’s very kind of you to say Ed.” He traced his fingers up towards the back of Ed’s neck, making him shiver. “Alma would crawl over my lap when she was younger and demand I tickle her back. She would get very cross if I stopped. I would keep going until she fell asleep or Mary called her away.” 

Ed shuffled slightly, turning his head to look up at him. 

“If anyone tries to call me away I’ll shoot ‘em.” 

“I locked the door, darling. Nobody will come to pull you away from me.” Stede smoothed his palm down the length of Ed’s spine, as though he were trying to encourage the aches from his bones to leave of their own accord. Ed shivered, toes curling in his woolly socks. His hands felt like pure silk against his back, and Ed found himself (not for the first time) feeling exceedingly grateful that his love kept such an intricate skincare routine. Ed’s own palms, rough and dry from sea salt and rope burn, could not compare to Stede’s. 

Ed was almost asleep when Stede’s nails wriggled suspiciously against his lower back. Jerking back into the land of the living, Ed tensed. 

“Oh! Sorry love, is that not what you wanted?” Stede’s palm rubbed over the spot apologetically. 

“No no, just… took me a little by surprise.” Ed shifted his hips, relaxing once again as Stede kneaded a sore spot with the heel of his hand. “Not a bad one, I guess.” 

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to spook you.” Stede sounded genuinely upset with himself, and well. Ed wasn’t having that. 

“You can… do it again? If you like. ‘S up to you, I don’t care.” 

“Ah,” Stede giggled a little to himself. 

That’s better.

“My poor angel. Let me make it up to you.” 

Ed knew he didn’t need to brace himself. Stede knew him better than he knew himself, knew that in that moment he needed softness. A gentle back rub, with the gentle tickles that turned his body into goo. He wrapped his arms around Stede’s legs with a contented sigh as his partner set to work. 

Slow fingertips skittered across his lower back, drawing a low, giggle infused groan from his core. Fuck, he could live here forever. 

He’d have to pull his back more often. 

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