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toxicanonymity · 7 months ago

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No hard feelings

Joel miller x f!reader | 1.3k words I8+ MDNI. 1980 AU, you're a college student and have car trouble. Joel offers help, if he gets to take pics of you. Sleaze/creep, touching, pet names. Big ty to aly @iamasaddie for her 24 hr fic challenge (which had these pics) even if this doesn't fit the challenge due to length and not signing up lmao it still inspired me. I saw it last night when I read aly's hot fic, Feelings are a lot of work ❤️‍🔥❤️.

When your car broke down on a remote stretch away from campus, your face was dewy and your thighs stuck to the leather seat. You got out in your daisy dukes and thin white tee and popped the hood. You were bent over, looking at the smoking engine, when you heard a truck and looked back to see a faded yellow F-100 kicking up dust as it rolled to a stop. You tried to pull your shorts down enough to cover your ass cheeks as a man exited the truck in jeans and a teal polo with the collar all wonky. His salt and pepper hair was sweaty, and he held a cowboy hat to his chest.

“Miss,” he nodded. “Mind if I take a look?”

You agreed, and he put his hat on.

. . .

When he was done, he offered, “I could get ya fixed up long enough to get ya to the service station.”

“Thank you,” you gushed. “Thank you so much, really.”

“Oh I ain’t doin’ it for free, sugar,” he laughed darkly and your face fell.

“Alright,” you mumbled to the ground, then looked him in the eye. “Thanks for taking a look anyway.”

He looked you up and down and gave a low whistle. “Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

You crossed your arms, temporarily obscuring the view of your nipples poking through the worn cotton.

“Tell ya what,” he offered. “I’mma get ya fixed up here, then you’re gonna lemme take some pictures of ya.”

“You said go straight to the station.”

“Oh we can do it right here, sugar. Got my camera’n all,” he nodded toward his truck. “Whaddya say?”

“Alright,” you agreed, without any other options. No other cars had driven by in the time since he’d been there. He nodded, put on his cowboy hat, then put a toothpick in his mouth. “Wait in the truck if ya wan’t. Grab me a beer. One for you too.”

At least the beer was cold.

You didn't wait in his truck, you lowered the tailgate of the bed of his truck and sat there with your legs dangling off the back, watching him work.

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Sweat blotched his polo with darker patches until he stopped, took off his hat and dabbed his forehead with his arm. Then, as he pulled the polo over his head, that’s when you recognized him.

He put his cowboy hat back on, turned around, balled up his sweaty shirt, and threw it at you. “Grab me another beer, darlin’. Almost done here.”

You'd seen that broad back before, and his padded stomach that didn’t quite hide his strong abdomen.

As you handed him a lukewarm Coors light, you asked, “Don’t you work on campus at UT?”

“Heh,” he chuckled. “Recognize me?” He brazenly studied your tits, looking back and forth at them, then your mouth.

“Guess so,” you agreed.

“Soon as I took my shirt off, huh?” He gave you a wink then went back to working on your car.

Yeah, his physique was what caught your eye on campus. He was a janitor and he wore a gray jumpsuit. One day when you were walking home from class, he must’ve been on break, because he was leaned up against a maintenance vehicle with his jumpsuit hanging down, sleeves tied around his waist, brown skin glistening in the sun, having a cigarette. He turned his head to watch you walk by and gave you a small nod, then raised his eyebrows as a he took a drag. Then he stomped his cigarette out and turned around. You ogled his muscular back, and he looked over his shoulder and caught you.

. . .

When he finished working on your car, the sun was glaring as it approached the horizon. He put his wrinkled shirt back on, stowed some tools in his truck, and came back with a Polaroid camera hanging from his neck.

“Right there’s good,” he muttered with you still sitting on the bed of the truck

You fidgeted with your clothes and crossed your knees and he snapped a pic. The camera whirred and he took out the pic, waved it through the air, then slipped it into the breast pocket of his wrinkled shirt.

“Alright, now you’re gonna be a good girl for me,” he informed you. “And y’ain’t gonna be a prude about it ether.”

Your gut twisted, but at the same time, your pussy throbbed at his commands.

“What?” You asked.

His voice became low and gravely. “We’re gonna pull that shirt up’n lemme see those titties.”

You took a deep breath, and in the time you took to hesitate, he stepped into your personal space. “Uncross those pretty stems, darlin’.”

You obediently uncrossed your legs, and he spread your knees gently with his dirty hands as he got close enough for you to smell the beer on his breath, the stench of his sweat, and the memory of cigarettes.

Getting wet with your knees spread, you were glad to provide the distraction of showing your tits.

“Lift your arms," he directed.

You did, and he gently slid his thick, grubby fingers under the sides of your shirt. He lifted the shirt and let out a low whistle as your tits fell out. “Well God damn, even prettier than I thought.” You braced your hands behind you and watched his face as you let him have a look. It was hot to think of him jacking off to these photos later.

He glanced to your eyes and you didn’t stop him from nudging the bottom of your breasts with his thumbs, watching them swell upward.

“God damn,” he whispered. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sugar.”

After snapping a pic, he directed you in a couple of poses for more pics, then stood and looked you up and down.

“One more. You’re gonna show me your panties.”

What panties? God, by this point you were so wet, the crotch of your jeans had to be soaked through.

“No panties, huh?” He asked. “Well, lemme see your bush.”

When you hesitated, he comforted you, “That’s okay, darlin’. Sorry, you’re just so damn pretty.”

But you weren't off the hook.

“One more thing, okay? Bring those pretty legs up, put your feet on the truck,” he patted the tailgate.

You did as he instructed and could smell your own arousal. He inhaled sharply through his nose as he looked between your legs and raised his eyebrows.

You looked down and away.

“Here,” he offered and put his cowboy hat on you. “Hide your face if it makes ya feel better.”

It did, a little.

He took a pic with the hat tipped down, covering your face, shirt still pulled up over your tits, legs spread wide, and a wet mess peeking out from behind the darkened crotch of your shorts.

“Smell good enough to eat,” he mumbled as he slipped the photo in his pocket and got in your personal space. “Mind if I take some for the road?”

“What?” You asked

He slid his hand up your thigh and nudged the soaked denim aside. Your skin erupted in goosebumps and your loins throbbed with need.

“Your hands are dirty,” you said.

“Shhhh, It’s okay, sugar,” he coaxed you as his fingers met your slick. He lightly ran his digits through your sticky mess, then deep growl left his chest as he slid a finger inside, making you spasm. His mouth fell open as he added another. “God damn,” he whispered.

Headlights approached in the distance, shaking him from his trance.

“Hey, you know my name?” he asked as he withdrew his hand, fingers all shiny. You put your legs back together and hopped down off the truck.

“How would I know your name,” you asked, trying not to look at the bulge in his jeans.

He closed the tailgate.

“Well it’s on my uniform, darlin’.” He looked hurt. “See me all the time, even said hi once.”

“Sorry.”

“Eh, no hard feelings. Name’s Joel Miller.”

You shared your first name, and he nodded as he added your last name and said, “yeah, I know, sugar.” He turned and walked away, leaving his hat with you.

Your heart raced, and when he got in his truck, you half expected him to return with a shotgun and take you with him. But he drove off into the sunset, dust trailing behind him.

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btw you must have seen him on campus before he got this hot new uniform

Thank you for reading! If you say what you liked (or Lbr if you say anything lmao) you'll make my day ❤️

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raekensluver · 8 months ago

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ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟼 — ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ/ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋɪɴᴋ

october 31st | tashi duncan x art donaldson x fem!reader

contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, threesome, corruption/innocence kink, use of pet names (baby, good girl), vaginal sex, fingering, praise kink, porn without plot.

a/n: so...here's an entire fic instead of a drabble to finish off my first kintober. thank you everyone for the support and love you have given me for this event! i hope you all enjoyed! happy halloween!

word count: 2.2k

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"you're so pretty," tashi cooed as she reached behind you and unzipped the back of your dress, her words sending shivers down your spine. "so perfect." as the fabric fell away, she kissed your bare collarbone, her mouth leaving a trail of warmth that seemed to burn through to your soul. you felt your inhibitions slipping away like the garment pooling around your ankles, revealing the lacy lingerie she had gifted you.

"you're doing so well for us baby," art murmured from behind you in your ear. you couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride at his words, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. you had never been the center of attention in such a way before, but their combined desire made you feel good. art's hand softly trailed up and down the front of your thigh, his thumb caressing the delicate lace of your panties, and you gasped as tashi's fingers traced the line of your bra.

in front of you, tashi's eyes were like twin pools of desire, her pupils dilated and dark. she and art had been planning this moment since the second they met you. the two of them felt drawn to your quiet, shy demeanor and they were even more intrigued when you let it slip that you had only slept with one other person and how it was a horrible experience. they couldn't believe how someone could be so selfish when it came to you. all she and art did was spoil you with expensive gifts and occasionally matching lingerie sets which tashi somehow convinced you that close friends gift each other such things all the time. tonight was the night they was going to prove how close of friends they were to you.

tashi leaned in closer, her breath hot against your skin, and kissed you. it was unlike any kiss you had ever felt, full of passion and promise. her tongue slid against yours, exploring, and you responded instinctively, eager to learn the dance. your hands found their way to her hips, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her dress.

art watched the two of you, his eyes dark with arousal. he murmured something in your ear that you couldn't quite make out, but it didn't matter. his hand slid up your inner thigh, his fingers grazing the damp fabric of your panties, and you knew exactly what he wanted. your heart raced as he gently tugged the material aside, revealing your soaked cunt to the cool air of the room. his middle and ring fingers circled your clit, light and teasing, and you moaned into tashi's mouth, your body leaning back into his touch.

tashi broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming. she leaned down and kissed along your neck, her teeth grazing your skin as art's fingers continued to work their magic. "you're so wet for us," art whispered, his voice husky with desire. tashi's hands cupped your clothed tits, her thumbs flicking over the sensitive buds. "so beautiful," she murmured, her gaze lingering on your body as she took a step back.

you felt vulnerable, and exposed, but the way art and tashi looked at you made you feel anything but. their eyes roved over your body, full of appreciation and hunger. tashi reached out and took your hand, her grip firm but gentle. "are you going to be good for us?" she asked, her tone both a question and a command. you nodded, your voice a breathless whisper.

art stepped closer, his eyes never leaving you as he slid his hand around your waist. "let's go to the bed," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. you let him lead you to the large, inviting bed that was the centerpiece of the room. the sheets were a soft white, and the pillows looked like they had been fluffed just for the occasion. your heart raced as he guided you onto the edge of the mattress, his hand never leaving your waist.

tashi sat next to you, her dress slipping off her shoulders to reveal her own lingerie set. she was just as beautiful as you had imagined, her skin a warm caramel against the fabric. "are you going to let art fuck you?" she asked, her voice a soft purr that sent a shiver down your spine. her question was direct, but it didn't feel harsh or demanding. it was a gentle push, a nudge into the unknown that you had been craving without even realizing it.

you looked up at art, his eyes smoldering with a hunger that made your stomach flip. you bit your bottom lip, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. "y-yes," you whispered, your voice shaky but determined. the word was barely out of your mouth when he stepped closer, his hand sliding into your hair to tip your head back. his mouth crashed down on yours, his kiss urgent and demanding. your hands flew to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back, letting him take the lead.

his tongue explored your mouth, tasting you as if he was memorizing every inch of you. you moaned, your innocence giving way to the thrill of the moment. tashi's hand slid up your leg, her nails lightly scratching your skin, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

art broke the kiss, his eyes full of adoration. "you're doing so good, baby," he said, his voice thick with lust. "so fucking good." he kissed you again, deeper, harder, as if to emphasize his words. you felt yourself getting wetter, your body begging for more. art's praise was like a drug, making you want to give him everything, to be the good girl they both desired.

tashi took your hand and led you to the center of the bed, the plush white comforter looked like a cloud, inviting and welcoming. you sat down, your legs shaking slightly as you felt the coolness of the sheets against your skin. art leaned over you, his body hovering, and kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth with an urgency that made your toes curl. you could taste the excitement on his lips, and it sent a thrill through you.

you tugged at his shirt, whining softly as you felt the need growing inside you, the need for more contact, more of him. art chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest that sent vibrations through you. "patience, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. but he didn't make you wait long. with one swift movement, he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest. your eyes widened at the sight of his muscles and broad shoulders.

his pants followed next, revealing his cock straining against his boxers. the sight of it made your heart race even faster, but instead of fear, you felt a strange mix of excitement and curiosity. tashi noticed your gaze and took over, sliding his boxers down his legs to free his cock. it was large and thick, and you felt your thighs quiver in anticipation. "aren't you going to touch it?" she asked, her voice a tease.

art guided your hand to his cock, wrapping your fingers around it. it was warm and hard, and the sensation was both foreign and thrilling. your hand moved tentatively at first, but as you felt his approval in the way his hips bucked slightly, you grew bolder. you began to stroke him, the smooth skin moving over the solid length. his breathing grew heavier, and his eyes never left yours, as if watching you was just as much a part of his pleasure as the physical sensation.

tashi took advantage of the moment. she reached behind you and unclasped your bra, the fabric falling away to expose your breasts to the cool air. her eyes took in the sight of you, a soft smile playing on her lips as she leaned in to kiss you again. this kiss was slower, more deliberate, as if she was savoring every moment. her thumbs brushed against your nipples, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core.

art's hand slid down to your panties, and he slipped them down your legs with a gentle tug. you were now bare and exposed to the open air, and you felt a strange mix of vulnerability and power as art gazed at you. you watched as tashi leaned over to kiss him, her tongue slipping into his mouth as your hand continued to stroke him. her hand joined yours, and together you both worked his shaft, feeling the veins pulse and thicken under your combined touch.

tashi broke away from art and turned her attention back to you. her eyes were full of fire as she leaned down and whispered, "now let him fuck you, baby." the words sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded, unable to find the words to express how much you wanted it. art positioned himself between your legs, you felt his tip graze against you, and you gasped, your body instinctively arching up to meet him.

art's hand found your chin, tilting your head back so he could look into your eyes. "are you sure?" he asked, his voice strained with his own need. you nodded again, your eyes never leaving his, and he pushed in, slow and steady. your body stretched around him, the sensation unlike anything you had ever felt. you moaned, a sound that was half pleasure and half shock, as he filled you completely. art moaned pathetically above you, his eyes screwed shut tightly, as if the feeling was too much to handle.

tashi watched from the side, her own arousal palpable in the air. "see, baby?" she murmured, her voice sweet and soothing. "art feels so good, doesn't he?" she reached out and stroked your cheek, her touch a stark contrast to the intense pressure building inside you. you nodded, unable to speak, as art began to move. his thrusts were slow and gentle at first, but as he felt your body adjust to him, he picked up the pace.

the moans grew louder from both of you, filling the room with the sweet sound of pleasure. your nails dug into the bed as he filled you completely, the sensation of being claimed by him both terrifying and exhilarating. tashi leaned in and whispered into your ear, "you're doing so good, honey." her words only spurred you on, making you want to give them everything they desired.

art's hand found its way to your clit, his thumb circling it in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. the pressure grew, your body tightening around him. tashi watched with rapt attention, her own hand sliding down to her cunt, her fingers teasing her clit in the same pattern. "you're so close, baby," art murmured, his voice strained with his own need. "cum for us. let us hear you."

his words were the final push you needed. with a keening cry, you felt yourself come apart, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. your muscles clamped down around him, your body shaking with the force of your release. tashi's eyes never left yours, her own hand moving faster as she watched your face contort in pleasure. "that's it," she encouraged, her voice a gentle coo that only added to the intensity of the moment.

as the waves of pleasure began to recede, you felt art's own climax approaching. his hips stuttered against you, his grip on your body tightening as he held back, waiting for your signal. "please," you whispered, the word barely audible. "cum inside me." the request seemed to break the last of his control, and he drove into you one final time, burying himself deep as he filled you with his seed. you felt the warmth spread through you, and the thought of it made your toes curl with pleasure.

tashi watched with hungry eyes, her own hand working her clit in a frenzied motion. you reached out, your hand trembling slightly with the aftershocks of your own orgasm, and took over. your fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her wet and swollen cunt. she gasped as you began to rub her in earnest, the same way art had done for you moments ago. your touch was tentative at first, unsure of what she liked, but her moans of pleasure were all the guidance you needed.

art's cock was still buried deep inside you, pulsing with the aftermath of his release. his thumb had moved to your clit, idly teasing it as he watched the intimate scene unfold between you and tashi. "you're doing so good," he murmured again, his voice a gentle encouragement that sent thrills through your body. you leaned into his touch, your eyes locked on tashi's as you brought her closer to the edge.

her breathing grew ragged, her hips moving in time with your hand. "yes, baby," she panted, her voice strained with need. "just like that." you felt a strange sense of power, knowing that you could give her this pleasure, that you could be the one to send her over the edge. your movements grew more confident, more deliberate, as you felt her body tense beneath your touch.

and then she was there, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of ecstasy. her nails dug into the bed, her back arching as she screamed your name. art's eyes were on you, watching with approval as you brought his wife to climax. you felt a strange pride, knowing that you were the one who had done this to her, who had made her feel so good.

tashi's body went slack, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. art kissed you, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that was both a thank you and a promise for more. "you're perfect," he murmured against your lips, "so fucking perfect."

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springtyme · 8 months ago

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Hi spring! I really love your 141 baby fics, especially the soap ones. for your autumn challnege can you write reader telling soap that she is pregnant ? pretty please🥺

𝐀 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 ♡

John "Soap" MacTavish x reader || Main Masterlist || Spotify

summary: After a month apart, you can finally tell Johnny the secret you've waited to reveal.

word count: 1.3k

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖) 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

You lie curled up in the soft warmth of your blankets, the gentle autumn sunlight streaming through the curtains. You dwell in the faint sound of breathing beside you—steady and deep. It’s calm and comforting, a sound you have missed so much. Johnny had returned home last night after a month-long deployment, and you still can’t quite believe he’s finally back, in your cosy little bedroom, right here next to you.

As the dim light dances across his face, you take a moment to admire him. The shadow of his stubbles outlines his strong jaw, and you can’t help but trace the line with your fingers, careful not to wake him. His features have softened in slumber, though even in sleep, there’s a distinct aura of strength about him. A sense of joy swells in your heart, and you lean closer, resting your head on his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of him—warmth mixed with a hint of clean soap and something uniquely Johnny.

But despite the content, happiness blooming within you, your mind is racing with thoughts you can hardly contain. A life altering revelation you’ve kept for weeks, a hidden truth that has grown heavier with each passing day. You can almost feel it pulsing beneath the surface, begging for release.

You have spent countless nights these past weeks imagining what it would be like to share the news with him, but now that the moment is finally here, your heart races. You can hardly believe that just two weeks ago, you had taken that little white stick from the chemist, waited under anxious breaths for it to change, and when those two lines appeared—joy flooded through you like a tidal wave. You are pregnant.

As you listen to Johnny’s rhythmic breathing, you bite your lip, torn between letting him sleep peacefully and the burning desire to spill your secret, to share this monumental news that will forever change both of your lives. You know how much he wants this, and the thought of his reaction fills you with excitement and nerves in equal measure. In this moment you regret not having told him last night, but you didn’t want to overwhelm him right after he’d come back home, to give him a chance to reacclimate and enjoy the sweetness of being back home, yet the weight of the truth feels unbearable under the tenderness of this moment.

You carefully push yourself up onto one elbow, leaning in closer to him. You brush a strand of hair from his forehead and plant a gentle kiss there, hoping to rouse him from his dreams. His eyes flutter open, their deep blue locking onto yours. There’s a short moment of groggy confusion, followed by blissful clarity, a slow smile breaking across his face as he takes in your tender gaze. He pulls you closer in his embrace, almost instinctive, as if anchoring both of you in this fleeting moment.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his deep voice thick with sleep. There’s an undeniable warmth in his gaze, the way the blue of his eyes brightens as they sweep over your face.

“Hey,” you reply, your heart racing as you lean in to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. “Welcome home,” you whisper into his mouth before pulling back.

“God, I missed you,” Johnny breathes, his voice still husky with sleep. He pulls away just enough to look into your eyes. You can see him trying to read the emotions swirling in your gaze, and it makes the weight of your secret even heavier.

“I missed you too,” you say softly, brushing your fingers along his jawline again, wanting to memorise every minute detail of his face after being apart.

“Did I really sleep through the night with you next to me?”

You chuckle softly, nodding. “Yeah, you did. I think you were pretty tired.”

Johnny stretches, his muscles taut under your fingertips. He sighs contentedly and shifts his weight, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you more closely. You can see in his eyes that he has noticed the tension beneath your calm demeanour. The way he studies you makes your heartbeat quicken; his gaze is unwavering, filled with a mix of love and curiosity. “What’s going on in that bonnie head of yours?” he asks, his brow slightly furrowing with a mix of curiosity and concern as he studies your expression.

You chew your lip, the moment of truth dawning on you like the sunlight spilling into the room. “I have something important to tell you,” you say, your voice steady despite the thud of your heart.

He tilts his head, eyes glinting with curiosity and apprehension. “You’re scaring me a little now,” he admits, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “You know I’d take on the world to protect you, right?”

The sincerity in his tone makes your resolve strengthen, and you smile softly back at him. “I know, and that’s why I’m so excited to tell you.” You take a deep breath, steeling yourself, and let your hand cradle the side of his face for assurance. “I’m pregnant.”

The words hang in the air, swirling around you like a gentle breeze, and for a moment, silence envelops you both. You watch as his expression shifts from surprise to a grin that splits his face wide open, his eyes sparkling with an emotion you can barely decipher.

“Are you serious?” he breathes, almost as though he’s afraid to believe it.

You nod, biting your lip to suppress your own excitement. “I took a test two weeks ago… and then a few more after that to be sure. I wanted to wait to tell you in person.”

He sits up fully now, something electric weaving through his features. “Really?”

“Really,” you confirm, your voice steady and filled with warmth as you find your grounding in the gravity of the moment.

In an instant, the surprise morphs into pure elation. Johnny’s smile widens, his eyes shimmering with light, and he lets out a breathy laugh that resonates through the space between you, bright and rich, a sound filled with joy and disbelief all at once. “Love, you’re really serious?!” His hands find your waist, pulling you closer as he inspects your face for any sign of jest. The sincerity in your eyes reassures him that this is no joke. “I cannae believe it! This is—this is pure brilliant! He wraps his strong arms around you, lifting you off the bed, making you squeal with a mix of surprise and joy, and spins you around in a joyous whirl, as you laugh along with him, both of you lost in the sheer magic of the moment.

When he finally sets you back down, he holds you tightly, his face buried in your neck, and you can feel the tremor of his excitement in the way he hugs you.

“We’re having a wean,” he breathes, and there’s an awe in his voice that sends shivers down your spine. You can hear how much this means to him, to you both, and it ignites a fire of hope and dreams that you carefully begin to weave together with him.

“We are,” you reply softly, a smile breaking across your face as his words wash over you like a soothing balm. You can feel the warmth radiating off him, and everything beyond your embrace fades into oblivion. “I know we have talked about it, but I never imagined it would happen so soon,” you admit.

Johnny pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes alight with wonder. “Do you know how far along you are?” he asks, a mix of concern and excitement lacing his tone.

“About seven or eight weeks,” you reply, the reality of the timeline settling in, although it feels strangely surreal. “I was going to schedule an appointment for that first ultrasound, but I wanted to wait till you got home.”

A blend of awe and protectiveness washes over Johnny’s face as he absorbs the news. “Aye, we’ll make the appointments together, figure everything out. You, me, and our wee one.”

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