#i was talking to honey in the kitchen while making dinner and we were discussing the hilarious ramifications that twitter migraters

[alienhazy]

wait, what if they start blazing their call-out posts?

[strawbeerossi]

Stuffing Stockings

Pairing: Wife!Reader x Husband!Spencer

Description: Spencer and you have been married for ten years with a beautiful six year old daughter. Whenever she gives you her Christmas list, you notice something new on the list and bring it up to your husband.

Content/Warnings: Dad!Spencer, discussions of expanding family, interest in being pregnant/wanting another baby, breeding kink, oral sex (f rec), penetrative sex, mention of failed test and disappointment, happy ending.

Word Count: 3.5K

Merry Christmas, my sweeties! Santa T is giving you a present because of how much I love you all!

“Mama, I have my Christmas list ready!” Matilda announced, a bright smile on her face revealing the front tooth that the tooth fairy had recently come to take. She was a spitting image of Spencer, beautiful honey colored irises and soft brunette curls that framed her face, not to mention her intellect and her determination that no doubt her father had an influence on. 

“Your Christmas list? You’re early,” You smiled fondly as you looked over at the flower filled calendar on the wall closest to the stove, your coffee cup held comfortably between your hands. “Let me hear it, come on!” You urge on, an excited grin on your face. 

You always loved Christmas, however having Matilda just made the holidays so much better. Nothing compared to seeing her excitement whenever you’d place wrapped gifts under your Christmas tree, or when you’d ask her to help you make Christmas treats that her and Spencer would end up eating just days after they were made. 

You wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

“Well. I would like an American Girl doll, Rebecca Rubin to be exact.” Not a surprise. She loved dolls, her father spoiling her with any accessory or set she asked for. “And then I would like some light up sneakers, please. Sam has some at school and I think they are so cool!” She continued. The rest of the things she lifted were usual for a little girl. Until she got to the last thing on that list. 

“And then I want a little brother or sister.” She concluded, a wide grin on your face. The mere suggestion had you nearly choking on the mouthful of coffee, your eyes widening some. “Uncle Luke and aunt Penny said that I have to write it in my list so it happens!” 

Penelope and Luke. Classic. 

“A baby brother or sister?” You repeated, watching those beautiful curls bounce as the kindergartner nodded her head. “You do know that they won’t be here in time for Christmas if that happens, right?” You asked, wanting to break it gently to her that even if she got what she wanted, it would be well past Christmas before she got a sibling. 

“Oh. I know. Babies grow in mommy’s bellies for nine whole months. Which seems like a long time but I think it’ll go by fast! Oh please, mama?! A baby would be cute and cuddly, even whenever they are cranky!” 

The begging was tugging at your heart. She really wanted this, didn’t she? You and Spencer were financially stable enough for you to stay home while he worked with the BAU, not to mention that you both could definitely handle Matilda and a new baby. “You know I have to talk to daddy about this before we make a decision.”

After that, the idea of another baby was stuck in your mind. Your first pregnancy was rough, however you still really did enjoy the process of growing a future scholar who would change the world. Just thinking about it had you reminiscing, especially when it came to being pregnant. You could remember every appointment, the announcement to your friends and families, all the excitement that you and Spencer felt with every heartbeat and every little kick. 

Your husband had gotten home relatively early on a Saturday evening after a long case in Tampa, Florida. He was toeing his shoes off by the front door in an effort to surprise you and Matilda, the two of you unaware he was even coming home today. You were in the kitchen making dinner while your shared daughter was at the table, happily coloring in her new coloring book. 

 It was a blissful sight, the domesticity of it all bringing normalcy to Spencer’s busy and sometimes abnormal feeling life. “You two look peaceful,” He decided to speak up, Matilda quickly turning in her chair to look at her father. With a wide smile and teary eyes, she was quickly leaping from the chair to run into your husband’s expecting arms. “Hi!” He chuckled fondly while kissing her cheek sweetly. 

“I missed you!” She whined out, keeping a tight hold on her father. “I thought you weren’t gonna home until after Christmas!” She added on, making Spencer’s heart drop. He loved his job but he hated being away for what could’ve been weeks at a time. That was the hardest part. 

“Hey, I’m home now and I’m gonna be here for Christmas. I promise. In fact,” He was picking up Matilda while resting her on his hip. “I need to see your Christmas list!” He grinned while bouncing his daughter. “Mama, where’s the list?” Spencer then asked as he turned his attention to you. 

“Oh, mama needs to talk to you about that!” The six year old in his arms perked up, making Spencer look at you with an amused, yet questionable look. 

“Talk to me? About what? Don’t tell me that Tilly wants to get a car or something already.” Spencer teased. A car might’ve been easier convincing depending on how he felt about expanding the family. 

“Not exactly a car,” You laughed a bit while grabbing the list that had been neatly folded and stuck to the fridge with a magnet. “She wants a new American girl doll, a new accessory set to go with said doll, light up sneakers, a dollhouse,” You paused while reading over the last item. “And a baby brother or sister.” 

Spencer felt like the items on the list were easy enough. A doll, some accessories, a dollhouse and sneakers. He could knock that out with just one shopping trip. However whenever he heard the last item, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “A new brother or sister, huh?” He asked slowly, glancing at the little girl who smiled widely. 

“I know the baby won’t be here for Christmas, daddy.” Matilda just knew by the look in his eyes that he didn’t wanna break the news she’d have to wait for that. Her reassurance had him taking in a breath of relief though. That little girl was too smart for her own good. 

“Well. That’s a big decision. You think you’re ready to be a big sister? Cause babies are a lot of work.” Spencer asked, a smile on his face at her sheer excitement he was entertaining the idea. “They cry a lot. Plus, they always need a lot of attention. That’ll mean that sometimes mama and daddy will be busy with the baby.” He said softly while rubbing her back. 

“I know and it’s okay! Babies need more help because they can’t really eat on their own or go potty in the bathroom, so that’s why you and mommy will need to pay extra attention sometimes. But babies are small and cute! And they always want cuddles!” Now that sounded like something Penelope Garcia would say of course she’d gotten to Matilda about the idea. She was just saying at the office that she was wanting another baby around. 

You offered a smile. “Well, it sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into it, Tilly! You know that me and dad have to talk about it though, as grownups.” You added, although judging by your husband’s wide smile and the twinkle in his eye, he was already sold on the entire Christmas list. Well, maybe this was easier to convince than a new car. 

After dinner and baths were in order, it  wasn’t long before you and Spencer were tucking Matilda into bed for the night. Gently closing the door behind you both, Spencer finally turned his attention to you. “A new baby. Wow..” He brought up the idea immediately, his arms gently wrapping around your waist. “How do you feel about the idea?” 

You smiled, body leaning back against his as you let out a soft hum of content. “Well, at first I was wary. Then the more I thought about it.. The more I really wanted it.” You said softly, head tilting up to face him more. “I mean, I think we’ve got this parenting thing down. Plus, I miss being pregnant and having a baby around. I feel like it’s going to be a positive change for us. Parents of two.”

That was all Spencer needed to hear to have him sold completely. “I agree. We are pretty good at this.” He chuckled a bit while moving to press a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s always fun trying too, huh? Maybe All our practicing will pay off.” He teased, making you laugh as you were playfully hitting his arm. “Hey! I’m just saying what we are both thinking!” He laughed in return. 

The both of you had retired to your bedroom for the night, gently closing the door behind you both. “It’s so good to have you home. I’ve missed you.” You sighed, offering a smile as you were heading over to sit on the edge of your shared bed. “It’s just not the same without you home but I know you have to save the world.” You smiled fondly, watching as your husband was shedding from his clothes. 

“I know, honey. I miss being home with you and Tilly more than anything when I have to be gone.” Spencer expressed his own feelings before heading over to you, kneeling in front of you with a soft smile. “But I’m glad to be home now,” He began, pressing kisses to your legs while getting settled between them. His hands were working on the button of your shorts before tugging them down your legs. “Besides, I’m gonna be here for the holidays and I even took the time off to make sure of it.” He hummed, his kisses moving to your inner thighs. 

“Working on the list early, I see.” You teased, brushing the mop of brunette curls from your husband’s face as he was playfully nipping on your plush inner thigh, lifting his head. 

“Guilty. I feel like this is the most expensive present Tilly is getting.” He teased, the both of you sharing a little giggle before he was going right back to where he started. 

Those kisses ended with your hips being tugged close to the end of the bed, his tongue lapping over your clothed clit. “God, I’ve missed you.” He murmured, hands working to tug your panties down your legs. Spencer was absolutely pleased with the sight of your glistening pussy, mouth salivating at the sight. It had been far too long for his liking. 

“Pretty girl. You look like you’ve missed me too.” He purred, tongue moving to flick over your throbbing bud, only chuckling as you were already clutching his hair. He didn’t make an effort to tease you long, tongue already delving into the warmth of your cunt as he was so focused on drinking every ounce of your essence, taking whatever you had to give him. 

“Spencer, fuck.” You squeaked, legs practically locking around his head to keep him in place as he was too drunk on lapping and sucking at your desperate pussy. The thought of a new baby excited him in more ways than one. 

There was the calm and innocent way that just had him thrilled to have a new baby and expand your beautiful family. Then there was the dirty and not so innocent side of him that knew there would be a lot of nights where he was stuffing your pussy just in an effort to get that positive test. Just the thought of his cum dripping down your trembling thighs was enough to have him hard as a rock, his cock begging for attention while he was so focused on giving you all of his. 

While his tongue feverishly lapped at your wetness, his hands were gripping your hips just a little tighter. Truth be told, Spencer could get off merely from cunnilingus alone. He fed off of your pleasure, the way you would shove his head more into your weeping cunt for more was enough to make his cock twitch in his boxers right now. 

Although even through all the excitement, he was soon pulling away from your pussy much to both of your dissatisfaction. “I feel like I’m gonna cum in my boxers and I’m not wasting what I could be giving you,” He added on, breathing labored as he was quickly getting up to shed his boxers while you were quick to do away with your clothes on your torso, shirt and bra thrown somewhere out of sight and out of mind. 

With one hand tugging at his cock, the other was quickly helping you scoot back on your bed, knowing you’d end up flying off if he dared pull you even just an inch closer from your current spot. 

“Comfortable?” He asked, watching you simply grab his arm to pull him on top of you. You didn’t even mind the feeling of his body crushing you for a split second, you knew that you needed him, now. Spencer was adjusting himself into a more comfortable position on top of you, his hand sliding between your thighs. He collected some of your arousal on his fingers before holding them up to show them off to you. 

You knew what was coming next, your mouth now open as you were waiting for the intrusion of his fingers. He learned it was the easiest way to keep you quiet when you needed to be. As you took the digits in your mouth, you were sucking on his fingers. “There we go.” Spencer praised as he was shifting, now pushing his leaking cock into your pussy with a soft groan. 

“I love you.” He breathed, letting his hips slowly snap against yours just to build you up for what was to come. Your face was contorted in pleasure as you muffled an ‘I love you’ around his fingers in return. 

The thought of you being pregnant was bringing out an animalistic side of your normal gentle husband. He loved seeing you pregnant with your first, it made him feel like he was finally contributing to society in the aspect of bringing another potential genius into the world who would do amazing things. The way you looked swollen with his child filled him with pride. 

It was also a bragging right. Yes, he had your hand in marriage but he also cemented the fact you were his. You were getting filled with his cum, begging him to ravage you the way you deserved. He was the only one who could make you feel good. 

The thought of you being pregnant with his second child was enough to make his thrusts get harder and faster. It was the ultimate act of love to carry his child, to raise a family with him. The ultimate act of intimacy of allowing him to know the pleasures of a family and a successful marriage. 

You were squirming underneath him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Spencer was all too focused on the images flooding his mind. “I’m gonna cum.” He panted. “You want me to fill you up? Give you a baby? Fuck.” Cursing was pretty rare for Spencer but just the mere slip of a curse word had your pussy clenching around his cock, signaling you were ready as well. 

With a few more sloppy snaps of his thrusts, you could feel the warmth of his spent flooding your cunt, your legs trembling as the sensation was enough to have you reaching your climax. “Fuck.” You panted, your husband’s fingers now being pulled out of your mouth. 

His face was flushed, brunette curls plastered to his sweaty forehead as he looked down at you. “You know, I wish we had this idea before. Christmas is coming up so soon, we won’t even be able to get a positive test for her in time for the holiday if we get lucky after this time.” 

“I think that Tilly is gonna be happy either way, to be fairly honest. You should’ve seen the way she looked at me when she was asking for a new sibling. She was so excited.” You recalled, smiling in content as you were slowly, but surely, catching your breath.

With soft eyes, Spencer leaned down to press a sweet kiss against your lips. “I’m really happy she brought it up first. I’ve been wanting another baby for a while but I didn’t want you to feel obligated.” The confession had your hand lightly swatting at your husband’s chest.

“Why didn’t you talk to me before?! I never would’ve felt obligated. I’ve always wanted a big family, you know that.” 

The reassurance had your husband chuckling fondly. “I know, I know. I promise that for the next little Reid, I’ll get to you before our daughter.” He teased, nose nuzzling into your cheek before he was pushing himself out of bed. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, mama.”

—--

It was currently the third week of January, Matilda freshly back in school for the second semester. It was after you dropped Tilly off at school that you were feeling off. You’d been sick the past week or so, mostly just chalking it up to be a bug Matilda seemingly brought home. The more awful you felt, the more you were worrying. Being pregnant wasn’t a problem at all, however the way you would get your hopes up would be.

You’d pushed the idea back for a while, it wasn’t until you were sick for the fifth time that you figured that the test would be better than nothing. You’d only gotten one negative, however with the brain of your husband and his facts about conception, he still gave you some hope.

The sound of the timer going off in the bathroom snapped you out of your thoughts. It was now or never. As you approached the bathroom, you could feel your heart begin to race. If you were pregnant, that would be the best little surprise for your little family. If not, well, you’d at least get to be heartbroken in peace.

Taking in a deep breath and mustering up all of your courage, you were lifting the test from the sink. You felt like you were going to be sick from a mixture of your ailment as well as the nerves. You exhaled the breath you took in seconds before, eyes fixed on the test.

Pregnant.

You nearly fainted, free hand covering your mouth from the surprise. Pregnant, you’re pregnant. Pregnant!!!!

You were thrilled, the test being tucked away in its box before you were hiding it away. You were going to have to show Spencer and Matilda when they got home. You didn’t have the strength to keep it a huge secret and put a surprise together, they needed to know as soon as possible. 

Spencer had gotten to go home early in order to pick up Matilda, something rare that Emily gave him the chance to do considering he was away so much as is. If only those two knew what they were coming home to. 

You were just getting finished with a snack for your daughter whenever you heard the sound of keys jingling in the door. It’s now or never!

“We are home!” The little voice called from the living room, the child taking off her coat and backpack before making sure to hang them up.

“Hi you two.” You offered a smile, pressing a kiss to your daughter’s cheek, followed by a quick peck on your husband’s lips. “Tilly, I have you a snack.” She hummed fondly, watching the little brunette hurry to the table. “You might wanna sit down as well,” You informed your husband, who raised an eyebrow. 

Without question, he’d approached the table before sitting himself down. “Are we in trouble?” He teased, making you roll your eyes fondly.

“No. I just have something I need to tell you both.” You hummed, grabbing the wrapped box from the counter before placing it on the table. “I found this in the closet. It was addressed to you two, I think we forgot it around Christmas.”

“Forgot it? Mama, we never forget presents.” Matilda spoke around a mouthful of apple slices, although her curiosity was piqued as she leaned against the table. “Open it, daddy!” She urged.

As the colorful wrapping paper was peeled away, the male was opening the box. He knew what it was, however he wanted Matilda to have the first big reaction. The minute that the stick was on the table, you could practically see Matilda’s eyes pop out of their sockets from surprise. “Does that say pregnant?!” She asked, looking at her mother with a wide smile. “There’s a baby?!” 

Her excitement made you want to cry your eyes out. “There’s a baby!” You gushed happily. “Now, I still have to go to the doctor because I don’t have specifics just yet,” You began, although your daughter was all too happy to quickly run into your body, arms wrapped around your torso. 

“We are gonna have a baby!!!!”

[oweninadaydream]

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Steve and you interrupt your lazy afternoon to discuss a very serious (or is it?) matter...

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Modern!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 : pregnant!reader, established relationship, just pure fluff

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 777

𝐚/𝐧 : I had lots of fun writing this at like 2 am lol. Hope you enjoy it! ☺️💐

Steve was in the kitchen, trying to cook dinner as fast as he could before your cravings had the chance to change and make you suddenly disgusted just by the smell of what he had been preparing for more than an hour. Today's delicatessen consisted of Hawaiian pizza with a side of pickles.

Normally, you would hate pineapple on pizza (you just can't stand mixing sweet and salty like that) and your hatred for pickles was known by all of your friends (specially by Robin, who had to hold up your hair as you vomited because she once gave you a bite of her sandwich which happened to contain the infamous ingredient), but your boyfriend wasn't willing to contradict his pregnant girlfriend who was extremely sensitive.

He was pulled out of his thoughts after hearing you call his name. "What's up, sweetheart? Everything okay?" he asked from his position.

"We need to have a very serious talk right now" you answered in a monotonous tone.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the end of Steve Harrington. After he felt that his heart had started pumping blood again, he hurried to the living-room where you had been chilling for most of the afternoon. You looked fine, there was nothing on fire and your stomach seemed as round as the last time he had seen it, so what was going on?

"Go on, I'm listening love" he encouraged you to begin revealing your thoughts.

"The baby is due in a couple of weeks and we haven't even decided which movies they're gonna watch in English and which ones in Spanish" the stress in your voice was easy to detect. Steve looked you straight in the eyes and he could swear that he had fallen in love with you all over again in that very instant. How could you be so adorable?

"Oh honey, I love you so so much" he cooed while leaving small kisses all over your face "we can discuss it now while the pizza is in the oven if you'd like" he offered.

Your native tongue was Spanish and ever since Steve and you started thinking about having children, you had known you'd raise your kids to be bilingual "They will not be no sabo kids, not on my watch".

Steve was more than thrilled at the thought of mini versions of you and him walking around, babbling in some strange form of spanglish. He had taken up Spanish after meeting you, and even though he was not the fastest learner, his disposition had taken him very far in his journey to be closer to you through language.

"Okay, so do you have any ideas?" he asked "Actually, yes I do" you quickly changed your expression to show enthusiasm "I've got a mental list of some non-negotiables. First, Enredados"

Steve hummed in acknowledgment as he had already guessed you would say Tangled, your mom's favorite Disney movie. Your mother didn't understand much English so this was a logical choice, as she wanted to watch the film with her grandchild and bond over it.

"Then, we've got Tarzan" "Tarzan?! The guy that sings the songs in the Spanish version is the same guy as in the English one, Phil Collins's accent is obvious. Also, y'know, it was my favorite movie as a kid" he tried to argue in a calm manner "...Well, I guess you're right. They can watch that one in the original version" One point to Harrington.

"What if you suggest one? I wouldn't want to impose" you commented. "Don't worry cielo, you keep going and I'll think of one or two more for me to choose" the fact that the first words he learnt were the pet names you liked the most was just one of the many proofs of his love for you " All right!!! So I had thought about El Rey León, Tiana y el sapo, Bichos, Aladdín..." you then proceeded to list almost every animated Disney movie. Steve could have stopped you at any point but the enamored haze clouding his thinking process wanted to indulge in your every desire.

The oven started beeping, alerting both Steve and you that dinner was officially ready. "Let's go, it's time for dinner" "But, what about the movies?" you pouted "Mi amor, we can do whatever you want in regards to our child's cinematic experience" "The bedtime stories can be in English, your dramatic interpretation of The three little pigs will impress them for sure" you suggested after realizing that you had monopolized the whole Disney films industry and feeling bad about it "Thank you, darling. Practice makes perfect"

Happy girlfriend, happy life, right?

P.D : Phil Collins ate and left no crumbs in the Spanish soundtrack, we appreciate him in this house !!!

[all4seth]

seth meeting your parents for the first time, at a Christmas dinner

I sat down on the couch, nervously fidgeting with my hands as my parents frantically moved little things around. I could see just how nervous they were too; they wanted to make a good first impression just as much as seth did.

He and I had been dating for about ten months and my parents were kind enough to offer hosting a Christmas dinner for his family and us.

Thinking of him, I hastily looked out the window again, yet there was no sign of him. I didn't worry, though; seth is always on time.

"Do you need any help?" I asked my parents.

"Don't worry, honey, it's fine" my mom smiled.

I smiled back, anxiously, knowing she would still give me some chore soon.

"Actually, it'd be great if you could rearrange that tinsel in the Christmas tree. The way your father put it up just doesn't sit right with me for some reason"

'Well that's just nonsense, a few minutes ago you told me you liked it" my dad jokingly argued.

"I tried to like it"

I chuckled and did as I was told, not for long though. The doorbell rang and all of us froze for a matter of seconds.

I walked to the front door and opened it. Seth was standing there, smiling widely, two pots of flowers in his hands, with his family behind him.

He remembered me saying how my mom and I could not stand people buying bouquets, because they're dead flowers; we like growing them instead.

The fact that he remembered this small, insignificant detail made my heart melt.

He smiled and I could feel his anxiety. I moved out of the doorway and the Clearwaters entered our house for the very first time, Sue taking the flowers from Seth. He stayed behind them and placed a quick, soft kiss on my lips while neither of our families were paying attention, too caught up in greeting and introducing each other.

"This is so scary," I cried out loud "but I'm so insanely happy"

"So am I" he agreed, his wide smile still glued to his face.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head, in an attempt to calm me down.

We both looked in the direction of our families, who truly looked like they were warming up to each other. Seth joined Leah, my father and his at the table after we told him there were already enough people helping out for setting the table.

I entered the kitchen so quietly, the moms didn’t even notice me, carrying on with their discussion.

“Seth is seriously such a fine, young gentleman. You raised the boy perfectly”

“Thank you, but you’re exaggerating” Sue laughed politely.

“Perhaps I am, but I’ve never seen my daughter so happy.”

“She’s such a sweetheart as well” Sue said.

They both turned to me quickly, only now noticing I was there.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrerrupt. I’m just going to take these plates to the table”

I swiftly did so; I couldn’t hold back a big, genuine smile.

I put the plates on the table and sat down, beside seth, who immediatly noticed my smile and asked about it.

“Your mom likes me” I whispered to him.

“Of course she does” he laughed and kissed me.

The moms came out of the kitchen with the food, Sue smiling at me.

Soon, they joined us at the table and we all started chattering.

We talked about our studies, our future plans, as well as just our favourite foods and what we were going to do on Christmas Day.

I was surrounded by the people I love, knowing I had their unconditionate affection, all while having a good time.

This is what peace feels like.

[inkmonster21]

Sing for Me

7. Domestic Dinner Dates

Cooper Howard × Fem!Reader / The Ghoul × Fem!Reader

She's a singer the nation adores. He's the actor everyone respects. What happens when these two get entangled in a heated affair? Passion, regret, rage, and even murder will commence. From before the bombs drop to the vast wasteland, these two souls live for one another.

Previous Chapter Series Masterlist

Tagged: @fallout-girl219 @harmfulb1tch @themadhattersqueen

I fix my shirt in the mirror. A knowing smile on my lips. “You look nice Daddy.” Janey catches my attention from the open doorway. Tomorrow we planned on discussing the future with Janey. She was a smart girl. She had noticed a shift in the dynamic of the house. She never once picked a side. She was pure of heart and full of joy. I kiss her forehead as I exit. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She follows on my heels. “Where are you going?” I look over my shoulder with a grin. “I'm having dinner with a friend. I wish I could stay honey pie. I heard your moms making your favorite tonight.” I stand at the door, grabbing the keys off the table.

Barb walks out of the kitchen, Pip-Boy on, files in hand, and a pep in her step. “Actually,” she starts with a simple smile, “I’ve got a meeting, and it was so short notice I couldn't find a sitter. Janey can tag along with you to dinner with your… friend. Can’t she?” I stare at her in disbelief. No doubt this was a planned move. She’s so particular in scheduling. There was no way she didn’t know at least days in advance.

I chew on the inside of my cheek. Would (y/n) feel overwhelmed? Fuck I’m sure. This JUST started and here I go tossing her into the fire. Barb sure as hell knew of my plans.

Janey smiles and jumps in excitement. “Yeah, Daddy, can I?” Barb smiles with evil eyes; an innocent mask. I scoop Janey up in my arms, “Of course you can!” I exit the house with my daughter in tow. I drive over to her house hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.

“Who are we going to dinner with, Daddy?” Janey asks as she watches the passing cars and trees. “You remember that singer you like? I took you to see her a while back.” Janey gasps loudly, “(y/n)? Yes! Is she nice? Will she like me? Can I sing with her?” I laugh at her various questions. “I’m sure she’s going to love you, Janey.”

~

Three solid knocks on the door notify me of Cooper's arrival. I stand from my spot on the couch, straightening my outfit to perfection. My nerves were shot, and my hands were fumbling with the door knob. I opened it to see him, I couldn’t help but smile. Dashing in a dress shirt and coat. The fall air is crisp in the evening. “Hi,” in a daze I exit the house and lean into him. He distanced himself, glancing back to his vehicle. I feel the clenching in my chest. Was he not here to pick me up? Is Barb in the car? Was this a setup? "Cooper? What's wrong?"

"There's been a slight change of plans." I stare at him with wide eyes, my hands beginning to shake. "Oh?" He nods back to the car, "Janey is tagging along." My nerves ease slightly. "Your daughter?" Why on earth would she be coming? Wouldn't Barb flip if she knew? I'm sure she's told Janey what she thinks of me. Cooper nods with a sigh, "If you want to reschedule or, just cancel, I understand." I look at him in confusion, "Now, why on earth would I cancel just because you had Janey? I've been wanting to meet her forever now." He shrugs, a shy smile creeping its way to his lips. "Well, I don't know. I didn't want you to feel overwhelmed. She's a real good kid." I grab his hand and tug him down the driveway. "Then we better not keep her waiting."

I enter the car with a smile. "Hi! I'm Janey!" She beams as she clings to the back of my seat. "Hello Janey. My name is (y/n). I've heard so much about you." She gasps and smiles at Cooper. "Really? I've heard so much about you too! My dad loves to talk about you." I blush as she reveals his secrets. "He says your hair smells like apple pie." She giggles causing Cooper to shake his head. "Okay, that's enough out of you."

We arrived at the restaurant, ate, and left with no issue. I enjoyed it with Janey even more than I would've just Cooper and I. She was the sweetest little girl. So full of wonder and light. She skips down the sidewalk singing a song. We stroll up to the theater. An idea sparks in my head. "Janey! Do you want to see something cool?" She stops mid-skip and turns on her heels. "Yeah!"

I peel myself from Cooper's side and dig in my purse for my keys. "What are you doing?" Cooper asks from behind. I insert the key into the lock with a grin. "We're going to show Janey what it's like to be on the big stage." I open the large door to the theater. Darkness enveloped the building until I flicked the switch. One by one the rows of light lit up each row before lighting up the large stage, the red velvet curtain hanging with grace. "Whoa!" Janey gasps as she runs down the empty aisle. Cooper watches her with a grin, a proud smile on his face. He races after her, helping her onto the stage and spinning her around. He cared for her deeply. I could only feel my heart swell for him more.

We sang, danced, and laughed together. It felt natural as if the universe brought us all together for the pure reason of making each other happy. As Cooper pulls up into my driveway I feel my chest clench. I didn't want this night to end. I bring my head up from resting on his shoulder and frown at him. "I wish you could stay," I whisper to him lowly. He parks the car and meets my gaze. The longing look in his eyes begging to be released. He looks back to Janey, who is happily admiring the large house. "It is getting a little late." I nod in agreement. His smile growing. "And it's almost an hour and a half drive back to your house." Cooper looks at Janey once more. "Janey, what do you say we stay here with (y/n) tonight and hit the road in the morning." She shrugs with a simple grin. "Okay." This child was too easy.

Janey wanted the grand tour, and so she received the tour. She even recorded a short original song in the recording studio. It wasn't too long before she was yawing, silently begging for a bed to rest. Cooper settled her in the guest bedroom and in the meantime I rolled a small joint, prepping for tomorrow. I licked the paper and rolled it up nicely. "And what are you doing, darlin'?" Cooper asks as he walks down the steps. He walks around like he owns the place, clearly comfortable in my home. The thought made me smile. I wave the small joint. "Just rolling. Don't worry, I'm putting it up." He shrugs, taking the seat next to me. "Well, now hold on a second." I look at him in disbelief. "No way." "I was young once too." I grab his face, pecking his lips. "You're still young, Cooper." He rolls his eyes and grabs the joint out of my fingers. "You turn 40 and then come talk to me, sweetheart."

Back and forth, back and forth, again and again, Cooper and I smoked the joint until it was almost gone. I followed his hand as it moved closer, “Want another toke, sweetheart?” My eyes move up to his, a smirk growing. I wasn't a lightweight, but Cooper was a drug that made me high all in itself.

I took the joint from his fingers and took another, longer than necessary drag. I hold it in as I hand the joint back of the red eyes squinted, Cooper smiles at me like a teenager. He watches every inch of my face with intent. He runs his index finger down my cheek. "I love you." Those three words are more addictive than anything on earth. I nuzzle into his hand. "I love you, Cooper." I kiss down his palm, the deeper I go the lighter I feel.

“You know,” I begin, keeping my eyes fixated on him. "We could always… go to bed." He raised his brow, "Go to bed?" I stand from the couch, running my finger over the pearls around my neck. "Don't you want to take me to bed, Cooper?" He bites the inside of his cheek, "I think I do."

He picked me up with ease, attaching our lips in a heated passion. He maneuvers the staircase and the hallway with ease, entering my bedroom and tossing me down on the plush sheets. He lays down, hands on my hips.

Confidence soars when I'm high, and I wanted Cooper since the second I opened my front door. "I want you so bad," I breathe out into his neck, grasping at the collar of his shirt. He smirks, “What are you waiting for then, sweetheart?”

I crawl over him, my legs moving to straddle his waist. I bite my lip as you look down at him, eyes burning with desire. He brings a hand up, gently laying it on my cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”

I lay a hand on his cheek, smiling as you lean down, “I love you, Cooper.” I press my lips to his, sliding my hands down his shirt, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. His hands grip my hips as I continue to undo his shirt until it is open. I begin to run my hands over his bare chest. He leans back, “I love you.”

He pushes my hips and I dig my nails into his skin as I grind down onto his throbbing length. I whimper, “I need you.” He smiles against my lips and strokes my hips with his thumbs, “In good time, baby. Just relax, okay? Let me take care of you.” Cooper lays me down on the bed, his body over mine. My legs hook around his waist. He leans his head down to kiss my neck. I let out a moan as he sucks a deep purple mark into my skin.

He kisses up to my lips and slides his hands up under my dress. His hands found my breasts. He massages them with a groan, digging his crotch into my clothes core. I arch my back, eyes rolling closed as his fingers pinch and pull at my nipples, “I want to take it slow. Okay, baby?”

I open my eyes, moaning as he continues to slowly roll my nipples between his fingers, “F-fuck, Coop.” I slide a hand around to press it to his cheek, “Go as slow as you want baby.” You smirk, “But, next time You should throw me around a little.” His length hardened more just from the words spoken.

“Goddamn, I love you.” His lips crash onto mine again and he pushes his hips deeper. “I'm going to take these off. Okay, honey?” I nod, moving my hips to assist him as he slides my panties off. He tosses them to the floor, caressing my legs slowly, kissing up to my knees, and down my thighs.

He brings his fingers to his lips, collecting a little spit before he drops his hand down to my needy cunt. I let out a breathy moan, my head already buzzing from the high. I look up at him, biting down on my lip as I feel him push two fingers into my cunt. I gasp and slide my hand to the back of his head. I toss my head back, "Cooper," I whine, "Please don't tease." I could feel the smirk against my lips. He traces my tongue, before removing his fingers.  

He replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, pushing into my flower. I grip the sheets, eyes closing as I feel my walls stretching around him, “Fuck, Cooper, you feel so good.” I look up at him, face twisting with pleasure as he pulls out and pushes back in.

He leans down, hips rolling slowly into mine, “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” I arch my back, clenching around him as he swallows my moans, “I’m gonna cum if you keep squeezing my cock like that.”

Running a hand through his hair, I bite his neck, suckling his skin in several places. “You fuck me so good.” His eyes search mine as a smirk grows on his face, “I love when you say that shit to me.” I tighten my legs around his waist as I gasp, “fuck,” I squeeze his cock, my orgasm tearing right through me. I cry out, coving my mouth with my hand, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’ts-“ “Fuck, (y/n).” He groans as he fights his grips on my hips, “Come on, pretty girl.” He kisses my lips and leans up, “I want to feel it. Come for me, baby” I let out a moan and tightened my grip around him, moaning out his name over and over again.

Cooper manages to keep his thrusts steady enough to guide me through my high before his cock quickly vacates. He reaches down, stroking his cock while I plant gentle kisses on his face. I feel his hot cum spill out into my pelvis. He rolls over with a groan and a ghost of a smile. He lays still for a solid minute before I nudge him with my foot. I couldn't help but giggle, "Coop, honey, I love you. You think you can get me a towel?" His head pops up with a light grin. "Oh, shit, yeah." He scurries off to my bathroom, returning with a hand towel. Cooper cleans up his mess with delight.

He leans in and pecks my lips, “I love you.” I smile, returning the gesture “I love you too.” I kiss his face several places making him grin, “I’m going to go get us a snack, do you wanna roll us another one?” I look at him wide-eyed. "Cooper Howard. The pot smoker. What would your fans say?" He shrugs, tugging his pants back on. "A man can live a little." He leans forward with a smile, “So you want anything special?” His hand resting on my cheek with a dopey grin. I shake my head, “Just you, so hurry back."

[honeyedmiller]

Fate, After All | Joel Miller —

Part Five (Finale)

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (of course), no outbreak!Joel, Joel and reader are literally so in love it makes everyone SICK :’) , smut (fingering, unprotected piv [wrap it up y’all], f oral receiving, tongue fucking, spitting, literally just rough dirty sex [don’t look at me omg]), no use of y/n. 18+, minors dni.

word count: 9.8k (I'm so sorry omg)

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Not long after you and Joel confessed your mutual feelings for one another, the older Miller brother had asked you to move in with them. Sarah couldn't have been more excited, because that meant instead of talking to you on the landline when you weren't around, she could just walk down the hall to her dad's bedroom or downstairs and you'd be there.

She never really spoke about it aloud, but she was thrilled to finally have a mother figure around in her life. She loved her dad so dearly, but there was just some things that she couldn't talk about with him. She was sure his 'papa bear' mode would kick in if she ever even mentioned boys or wanting to use tampons or anything of the sort. Not only that, but just having a woman around to guide her in life as well was something every young woman should have, and now, she had it for real.

Joel on the same hand was eager for you to start moving your stuff in. You sold a lot of your furniture pieces because you wouldn't be needing them anymore, and truthfully, you being sort of a minimalist made the move-in process easy for everyone. You always kept your space tidy and de-cluttered frequently. Joel's heart swelled at the fact that his double vanity in his bathroom and master bedroom was finally taken up halfway with someone he loved so much. He literally smiled at the sight of your toothbrush every morning, as a reminder that this was all real—you're here, you're his, and there's no one on this planet he'd rather be with than you. You were his dream woman. He'd thought he lost out forever after he chickened out and failed to ask you out in high school, you leaving for college and not keep in touch with him. Boy was he glad to find out he was terribly wrong.

-

It'd been a couple of years after your initial move-in, and you'd just gotten home from a long day of work. You closed the front door softly, slipping off your heels to the side of the entryway while hanging your coat on the coat rack. Hushed whispers were coming from the kitchen, as if you weren't supposed to hear the conversation that was happened.

"You think she'll like it?" Was all you caught before Sarah smacked her dad lightly on the arm as she heard your footsteps approaching, luckily not seeing the two of them and how quickly Joel had to slide the velvet box over to his daughter, to which she tossed in her backpack.

"Hey you two." You beam, taking your hair down from your claw clip as you approached them.

"Hey honey." Joel smiled, pulling you in for a hug and a kiss. You moved to Sarah as you kissed the top of her head as she greeted you, moving to the fridge after to get a bottle of water.

"What were you two talking about before I came in?" You ask, eyebrow raised quizzically.

Joel's face nearly turned beet red, but Sarah stepped in before he could come up with a lame excuse.

"We were just discussing if you'd like takeout for dinner, or pizza." She shrugged, and you narrowed your eyes for a split second. A headache was already brewing in your frontal, so you decided to let it go and nod.

"Either's fine. Don't really have the energy tonight to cook, truthfully. I have a headache I can already feel." You sheepishly smile, and Joel's lips formed into a small frown.

"Go lay down for a bit honey. We can wake you when dinner's here." Joel encouraged. You untwisted the cap to your water bottle, taking a gulp before recapping it and nodding.

"Alright." You nod, smiling softly as you move past them both to make your way upstairs.

"Alright, give me the thing back before you lose it." Joel whispers when he thinks you're out of earshot, but again, the headache you have is growing by the minute so you couldn't be bothered to even think twice about what he just said.

You plop yourself down on your side of the bed once you reach your shared bedroom, right after changing into a long sleeve and some sleep shorts. You snuggle under the brown comforter, drifting off into a much needed rest to alleviate the your headache. It felt like you'd only closed your eyes for five minutes before you heard Joel's rather heavy footsteps—loud enough even if he was trying to be quiet—approach the bedroom door.

He shuffled to where you laid, peaceful and silently begging him in your mind to let you rest just a little longer. "Baby, wake up. Food's here." Joel softly brushes loose strands of hair out of your face, cupping your cheek gently. Your eyes flutter open to meet his, and he has a sincere smile on his lips.

In a sense, Joel was grateful that you went to go lay down. He was disheartened that you were in discomfort, but glad he had enough time to elaborately plan out the night he was going to ask you to marry him. He'd already talked everything through with Sarah—you and her were going to have a 'girl's day' to get your nails done and have her help you pick out an outfit on Saturday, and then Sunday, if all went well and according to plan, he was going to take you to surprise you with three things before he popped the big question.

Sarah'd helped him pick out the ring about a month prior while you were at work, and they both came to an agreement that the beautiful teardrop ring with tiny diamonds surrounding the front of the band was the perfect ring for you. Classy, elegant, and beautiful.

You sat up from the bed slowly, breaking Joel from his thoughts. You stretched and yawned, the feeling of your headache significantly subsiding.

Joel stood up to his full height to offer you his hand, and when you took his, he brought yours up to his lips to kiss the back of it. You smiled sleepily and dragged yourself up, bones cracking in the process.

You both silently made your way downstairs and into the kitchen, where Sarah was starting to pile her plate with the yummy local Chinese takeout down the street.

“So, I was thinking,” Sarah starts, looking at you pointedly. “What do you think about a girl’s day Saturday? We haven’t had one in awhile.” She offers, and you realize it’d been a few months since you’ve had one with her.

“I’m in.” You nod, and she grins at your agreeance.

The three of you ate dinner with Sarah chatting for the most of it, but you never minded. You loved to hear her talk about her day or the funny things that happened at school. She was a junior in high school now, and you just couldn’t believe how fast time flew. She was sixteen already and on the varsity soccer team. She had really good grades, a good group of friends, and had a boyfriend (with a little protest from Joel, but you had to remind him of how you two were when you both were her age).

She was a really good kid with a good head on her shoulders, and as you’d told Joel multiple times he did a wonderful job raising her, he insisted on saying you helped to contribute. He told you that she saw you as a mother figure, and she couldn’t have been happier with who her dad had picked to start dating those few years ago.

It’s funny, because Joel did always think you were the most mesmerizing person, even back in high school. He always thought you were smart, sweet, funny, and just downright beautiful—and if someone told him he’d been planning on proposing to said person in just a few days? He would’ve never believed them. He always thought he’d pretty much just end up alone, which of course made him a little sad, but he’d finally accepted that truth. And then, you came into his life. Just when he was content with being alone, you showed up and bewitched the older Miller brother mind body and soul, and he fell head over heels fast.

A few hours after dinner, Sarah had gone to bed and you and Joel were enjoying some time to yourselves in the living room. You were laying down on the couch with your legs tossed over Joel’s lap, as both of you read in silence—you, Pride and Prejudice, and him, a potential new client and their contract they’d want to discuss with Joel sometime within the next week. Joel and Tommy’s contracting business really took off after a big investor saw their handiwork and what they could both do, and started giving them bigger projects to work on in Austin. Financially it was amazing for both him and Tommy, but sometimes Joel would be gone for nearly the whole day. You and Sarah both missed him dearly the times he was gone longer than usual, but you both understood that his bigger clients needed his full, undivided attention. He was working on hiring more people to take over some of his responsibilities so he could free up his calendar, because every time he was on the job, he’d open up his wallet to look at the picture of you and Sarah he’d taken one winter day when the three of you decided to go ice skating downtown. His heart would ache with the fact that he couldn’t just be with you two all the time, and he knew you both understood his disposition, but he still missed you both so much nonetheless.

Joel was running his fingertips softly over one of your shins when he cleared his throat, and you dog-eared the page you were on before closing your book to look at him.

“Would you ever want to have any kids?” Joel asks you, and you sit up on your elbows to look at him. His eyes were soft yet curious, and his hand movement on your shin halted so he could rest it on you.

“Sarah feels like my own kid too.” You explain, and he chuckles.

“I love that you feel that way, baby, but I meant have another one. A baby. With me.” His grip on your shin tightened in the slightest, gaze never wavering from yours.

“Oh,” You paused, thinking it over for a second. You pictured yourself having a kid or two when you were in your early twenties and figured you’d have them by now, but given your previous track record for dating before Joel, nothing ever worked out. Since Joel came into your life and introduced you to Sarah, having a kid of your own hadn’t ever really crossed your mind… until now. “Yeah, I would.” You answer, sitting up completely now and setting your book on the coffee table.

“You don’t sound so sure.” Joel smiles softly, but you can tell there’s a sort of sadness in his eyes.

“I just really hadn’t thought about it recently, until just now.” You move your legs off of Joel to maneuver yourself, taking the contract gently from his hand before setting it down on the coffee table next to your book. You swing a leg over his lap so you’re straddling him, and his hands instinctively rest on your hips. He starts to rub small circles into your skin, and you push your body flush against his so your face is mere inches away from him.

“Is that something you want, Mr. Miller?” The playfulness in your tone seems to shift his mood into a slightly happier one.

“Yeah, actually, I’ve been thinking about it and I really do miss having a little one running around.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, before pulling back to gaze at you once more.

“Do you think Sarah would be okay with it? That’s a big age gap. I know she’d be the best big sister, but you know.” You say, raking your hands through his soft curls.

“She’s been hinting that she wants a little sibling for some time now. Not sure she’s hinted to you, but to me, she certainly has.”

You laugh at that piece of information, because it’s something Sarah would definitely do.

“Alright then. I guess when the time comes, we’ll talk to her about it.” You nod, moving down to kiss him. He immediately responds to you by molding his lips to yours, hands moving up so they press against the small of your back.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Joel murmurs against your lips.

You smile softly, cupping the side of his face. “I love you too, handsome.”

-

Saturday had seemed to have come at a snail’s pace, but when it did, Sarah wasted no time in getting you both up and out of the house in record time. It was ten in the morning when you both got to the nail salon, and since it was rather early for the weekend, you and Sarah got taken in right away.

The kind nail technician asked what design you wanted for your nails, and just as you were about to pick a color, Sarah piped in.

“You should get your nails round with a French tip.” She suggested, and you contemplated. You’d never gotten French tip before, but it was cute and looked nice. You went along with her idea, and the nail tech got to work. After an hour and a half, you were both done and out of the chairs. You were about to pay when Sarah stopped you.

“Dad said this one was on him.” She smiled, pulling out a card that she used for a joint account between him and her.

“That’s very kind of him.” You say to no one in particular, putting your wallet back in your purse.

After she swiped the card, she looked back at you with a grin. “Let’s go shopping for a new outfit!”

Her ecstatic nature made you smile, loving that she didn’t think she was ‘too cool’ to hang out with people older than her. She had many friends, yes, but she also valued spending time with Joel, Tommy and you as much as she could.

After driving to the mall, she insisted you both go into a fairly new boutique with gorgeous clothes that were unfortunately on the pricier side.

“Sarah, honey, this place is a little out of my budget.” You confess sheepishly, because you didn’t like to tell her no. Joel told you it was okay to say no to her, but she genuinely never asked you for anything ridiculous or out of the ordinary.

“I know, but let’s just look around for a bit to see if we can find anything.” She smiles softly at you, and those green eyes of hers were so bright and hopeful that you couldn’t resist.

You’re such a sucker for her, Joel’s words rung in your head. You shake your head slightly, looking through a couple of racks before your eyes landed on the most beautiful dress—floor length champagne color that flowed beautifully. It had a slit where the right knee was, and it was fitted on top with spaghetti straps.

Sarah caught you staring at the dress and nodded in encouragement. “You should try it on.” She suggests, and you break your gaze away from the dress to look at her.

“Honey, this dress is over a hundred dollars. I don’t know…” You trailed off, never to be one to spend that much money on one piece of clothing.

“I just wanna see what it looks like!”

“Fine.” You knew you couldn’t argue with her because she was always firm on her stance.

You took the dress off the rack and went into the dressing room, trying on the delicate material. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t fit like a glove. The dress was perfect, like it was made for you. You couldn’t help yourself, so you fished your phone out of your purse to snap a picture (which was poor quality, of course, given the technology of flip phones), and sent it to Joel with nothing but a heart emoticon.

Joel rarely checked his phone while he was on the job, so you hadn’t anticipated a speedy reply. You tossed your phone back into your purse and stepped outside of the dressing room so Sarah could get a look. She gasped in awe, motioning for you to do a twirl.

“You look so beautiful. Wow.” The look in her eyes was telling you to get the dress. You suppose it could be worn for a fancier date night out with Joel, though you could literally be wearing a burlap sack and he’d still think you were the most beautiful person in the room.

“It does fit me good, huh?” You ask, gnawing at your lip. You sigh, giving in and deciding to get the dress. You change back into your regular clothes before bringing it to the front counter to check out. You were about to get your wallet out of your purse, but again, Sarah beat you to it and swiped her card instead.

“Sarah!” You gasp, looking down at her with furrowed eyebrows. She looked up at you sheepishly, shrugging.

“Dad said!” She held up her hands in defense, and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Please don’t be mad,” She started as you thanked the sales associate as they handed you a bag with the dress inside. “Dad told me he wanted to treat you.”

“I’m not mad, just… he shouldn’t be spending this kind of money on me.” You sigh, getting back to the car. You were definitely going to have a talk with Joel, because he loved to spoil you and Sarah both, but you felt bad when he spent a lot of money on you in general. You and Sarah both got lunch, which you made sure you paid for, before driving home. To your surprise, Joel’s truck was already in the driveway.

You both entered the house, only to find Joel in the kitchen once you both made your way through the living room.

“Hey dad.” Sarah greets him, giving him a hug.

“Hey babydoll. How was girl’s day?” He asks, looking between the two of you. The Millers both gave each other a certain look, as if they had a secret to hide, but you figured it was another insider between them so you brushed it off.

“It was great. Got our nails done and found a pretty dress for her,” She poked your arm, causing you to smile. “But I’m tired. I’m gonna head upstairs and take a nap.” She bid you both goodbye, before marching herself upstairs and closing her bedroom door.

“I have a bone to pick with you, Mr. Miller.” You cross your arms over your chest and raise an eyebrow at Joel, who’s looking at you with a smug smile.

“And what would that be?” He trapped you between the kitchen counter and his body, both arms flexing to cage you in on either side.

It was hard to concentrate when his tall, broad frame was just yearning to be touched in front of you. He had already taken a shower, so he smelled like fresh pine, cedar and mint.

“Why’d you spend so much money on me? Sarah tricked me twice and swiped her card before I could even get my wallet fully out of my purse.” You huffed, gaze never wavering from his.

“What, I can’t spoil my woman?” He asks, dipping his head to kiss you on your exposed collarbone.

“That was a lot of money, Joel. I love you and appreciate you wanting to spoil me, but–”

“No buts. I wanted to pamper you a little and make sure you had an outfit for our date tomorrow night.” The smug look he had on his face never faltered.

“We’re going on a date?”

“We’re going on a date.”

-

Sunday evening rolled around, and as promised, you and Joel went on said date. Joel took you to the nice Italian restaurant you two had rekindled at. You’d realized then that you hadn’t been there since that day, so you thought it was sweet he was bringing you back there. Although you were enjoying the food and the company you were with, you felt a bit overdressed. Joel even swapped out his usual plain t-shirt or flannel for a nice black button-up shirt with some slacks. You’d never seen him so dressed up in all the years you’ve known him.

He seemed to be really fidgety too, like he was nervous. His eyes kept averting every which way, and when you asked if he was okay, he’d just say “‘M fine, darlin’.”

After dinner, Joel took you to your favorite street market where they had the best crepes. He ordered you both one to share, and luckily, you were able to capture the moment he had whipped cream on the corner of his mouth with a huge smile, looking so handsome under the warmth of the string lights above. You’d brought your digital camera with you just in case you wanted to capture memories like that one in particular.

After dessert, you and Joel took a stroll down to a little gazebo overlooking the creek. This time, though, you noticed there was rose petals on the ground that led to the gazebo. This couldn’t be for you and Joel, could it?

“I think someone decided to have their romantic evening here.” You laugh, and Joel closes his eyes in bliss at the sound, but also in nervousness as it coursed through every part of his being. Joel’s hand was in his pant pocket fidgeting with the velvet box restlessly.

“Let’s go see.” Joel pulled you gently into the direction of the gazebo.

“Joel, I don’t think—” You were cut short when he pulled you up on the platform, engulfing you in such a loving and heartfelt kiss. You were weak in the knees when he pulled apart, and the look in his soft, loving brown eyes held so much emotion you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. If it was anything similar to what you felt for him, then, well, you’d definitely have a clue.

“My sweetheart,” Joel started, taking a small step back as he intertwined both of his hands with your own. “Out of all the years I’ve known you, from when we were just teenagers until now, I’ve gotten the absolute privilege of get to know what a wonderful person you are. You’re so kind, caring, loving, and god, so patient. I always thought I’d never get to have a love like we do, but then just when I’d about given up on love, you walked into my life. You’re the love of my life; my soulmate; the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I know bein’ with me hasn’t always been sunshine and rainbows, but you’ve loved me through and through nonetheless. I want to spend the rest of my waking days for the rest of our lives showing you and telling you what a beautiful soul you are and how much you mean to me.”

Tears were already in your eyes at his speech, and when he let go of one of your hands to dig out a velvet box from his pocket, you lost it. He got down on one knee, and with teary eyes and a hopeful smile, he asked you the big question.

“Will you marry me, sweetheart?” His voice trembled ever so slightly, and truthfully, you didn’t even look at the ring because you were nodding your head vigorously, tears flowing freely down your cheeks.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Joel.” You choked out, and he stood up again to slide the ring onto your finger, embracing you into a tight hug. You kissed him feverishly, raking your hands through his neatly done curls.

You sobbed against him, trembling from the adrenaline. He kissed the tears off of your cheeks and cupped your face with his hands.

“I love you so, so much darlin’.” He kissed the tip of your nose, and your hands moved to slink together around the back of his neck.

“I love you too.” You sniffled, pure bliss overtaking your features.

You stared into each other’s eyes for a few more seconds, not wanting anything to ruin the perfect moment. Right now, you two were the only ones that existed.

“Wait, let me take a picture.” You smiled softly at him, and he nodded in encouragement. You got your camera out of your purse, holding up your hand with your engagement ring. You sported a huge smile with teary eyes, and Joel kissed your temple as you snapped the photo. This was definitely a memory you both would never forget.

-

About a year later

The wedding was nearing in just twelve hours. Your parents had kindly offered their couple-acred backyard for the ceremony and reception which was perfect, because a small intimate wedding is exactly what you and Joel wanted.

“Can you believe in less than a day I’ll be able to call you Mrs. Miller?” Joel murmured into your shoulder, kissing your soft skin a couple of times before moving his gaze to you.

“It seems so surreal,” You caress his face, shifting your weight on top of him. “You’ll be my husband.” Your heart rate picked up at the thought, butterflies soaring through your stomach.

“I don’t wanna say goodbye for the night.” Joel fake pouts, embracing you even tighter. You’d been lazing with him in bed all day, enjoying each other’s company before you both had to get ready for your bachelor and bachelorette parties. Joel wanted nothing more than to just have a few beers with his brother and closest friends (which funnily enough included your father and brother) at the house, while your mom and sister were throwing you something cute and intimate at your parent’s house. Sarah was coming with, and although Joel was a little apprehensive, he figured he needed to loosen the reigns a bit. She was turning eighteen soon and heading off to college, so he figured if she was going to be around any ‘adult’ things, he’d rather it be with you.

“I don’t either, honey. But you’ll have fun tonight. Hopefully my dad doesn’t give you too much of a hard time.” You sweep the curls off of his forehead, and he grins at you.

“C’mon baby, you know your dad loves me… now.” He teases you incredulously, earning an eye roll from you.

“Yeah yeah, Miller. You and that damn Southern charm, hm?”

“Got you to where you are with me now, didn’t it sugar?” He rolls you both over, grinning boyishly down at you before moving to leave a trail of soft kisses down the pulse point on your neck.

You sigh in pleasure before gently grabbing his face and holding it before yours, “That’s right.” He leaned down to you to capture your lips with his, pleasuring you one last time before he can call you “wife.”

-

Today was the big day, and fuck were you nervous. Not nervous in the sense that you were getting cold feet, but it was moreso having multiple people’s eyes on you watching you walk up an aisle and marry the literal love of your life. Little anxieties also crept up as well, like tripping while walking down the aisle or not being able to say your vows correctly.

You were surrounded by your bridesmaids and your mom, as they were putting the finishing touches on you. You felt like a literal princess—you had the dress of your dreams, all of your family and friends around you on yours and Joel’s day, and the man of your dreams waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

“You look beautiful, honey.” Your mom said, holding you at arm’s length with tears in her eyes.

“Oh, mom.” You chuckle, bringing her in for a hug.

“I love you baby. I can’t believe you’re getting married today.”

“I can’t believe it either. It’s finally happening.” Tears start to form in your waterline, and Sarah fans your face.

“None of that! Can’t ruin your makeup.” She exasperates, making everyone laugh, though she had tears in her eyes herself.

“You ready, babydoll?” Your dad knocks on the door, pausing to take you in. A proud and sad smile forms on his lips. “My little girl. Can’t believe you’re gettin’ married today.” He sighs, and you move to give him a hug.

“You and mom are two peas in a pod.” You offer him a soft smile as your bridesmaids line up, moving downstairs to meet the groomsmen.

“Let’s get you married, babydoll.” He offers you his arm, which you take before you hear the music start to play—a soft, sweet melody to introduce the groomsmen and bridal party. Your dad led you down the stairs before Sarah and Tommy could walk down the aisle, and you took a deep breath. This was it.

The melody you chose for when you walked down the aisle started to play, and your dad led you to the beginning of the soft white runner. Your eyes immediately locked on Joel’s, who was already teary eyed with the widest smile on his face.

It’s like your feet were floating off the ground as you made your way to him. His tall and broad stature was clad in a crisp tux, hair neatly combed to the side, sporting an unwavering smile on his face. You kissed your dad on the cheek as he presented you to Joel, who took your arm carefully and led you to the very end of the aisle before the officiant.

Joel kissed you on the cheek, lips lingering by your ear for a second. “You look absolutely breathtakin’, my love.” He kisses your cheek one more time before standing straight up, looking down at you with nothing but love and pure adoration. Those big brown eyes that held a galaxy of emotions in them have captivated you for eternity. You smile up at him, tears forming in your eyes again.

“You all may be seated.” The officiant says, and you and Joel join hands as listen to his ‘we’re gathered here today’ speech. Truthfully, almost everything in the world was drowned out to you in this moment. It was just you and Joel.

“I believe the couple has agreed to exchange vows.” The officiant said, turning to Joel who curtly nods before clearing his throat. He gave your hands a small squeeze before smiling down at you.

“Sweetheart,” He starts, a slight nervous edge to his voice. “When we were just teenagers, all I could think about was how pretty you are every time I was around you. You always lit up a room without even trying. Always had me at a loss for words, which is why I never spoke much around you to begin with,” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Just like you lit up a room when we were measly teens, you did the same thing to my life once you walked right back in it all those years later. Though I never had the courage to ask you on a date in high school, I’d say things worked out pretty well considerin’ the fact.” The audience before you both laughed, and a happy tear slipped from your eyes.

“You’ve been such a light to not only me, but to Sarah and Tommy as well. Thank you for loving my girl like she’s your own. Thank you for teaching me such patience, making an honest man out of me, and provin’ me wrong when I thought I’d be alone for the rest of my life. You’ve changed my life for the better, have bewitched me body and soul, and there’s no one else I’d rather be standin’ up here with right now. It’s you, darlin’; it’s always been you. I vow to love you for eternity in this crazy thing called life, until my last dyin’ breath. Through thick and thin, trial and error. I love you, sweetheart.”

You wanted to sob like a baby at his words, but kept your composure as you sniffled and took a deep breath. The officiant turned to you, signaling it was your turn.

“If anyone told me four years ago that I’d be standing at this altar right now with the love of my life, I would’ve laughed right in their faces. I was so content with being independent and ready to give up on dating, until you showed up at that restaurant in all your glory. From that point on, you’ve turned my life around in the best way possible. You had me hooked from the start. You’ve been nothing but kind, supportive, nurturing, and most importantly, you showed me how to truly feel loved. I thought I knew what true love was before, until you proved me so wrong. I’ll spend the rest of my waking days thanking you forevermore. I was half the person before you came back into my life, and now I feel like you’ve made me whole again. You’re my person, Joel. My soulmate. I’m so grateful that that one blind date ended up not showing up, ultimately working out in my favor after all. Thanks Ma,” You glance at your mom, and everyone chuckles. “I love you, Joel Miller. Today, tomorrow, and for the rest of eternity.”

The glint in his eyes was nothing short of pure love, and you were certain they reflected the look in your own.

“Joel, repeat after me,” The officiant starts. “I, Joel Miller, take this woman to be my lawfully wedded wife.”

Joel repeats his exact words, gaze never wavering from yours.

“I promise to love you for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to have and to hold for as long as we both shall live.”

He repeats the words once again.

The officiant says your name, and tells you to repeat after him.

“I take Joel Miller to be my lawfully wedded husband. I promise to love you for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to have and to hold for as long as we both shall live.”

Joel pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist. The ring bearer presents the rings, and you slide Joel’s ring onto his finger. He replicates your actions as he slides your ring onto your ring finger, giving your hand a small squeeze.

“By the power vested in me and the state of Texas, I now pronounce you as husband and wife. Mr. Miller, you may kiss your bride.”

Finally.

Joel wastes no time as he dips you down softly, kissing you so gently yet passionately. You had your hands wrapped around the back of his shoulders, clinging onto him as he continued to kiss you. The guests cheered for you both, and he pulled away to murmur “I love you, Mrs. Miller” against your lips. Heat flooded your body at your new name.

Mrs. Miller.

Mrs. Miller.

“I love you too, Mr. Miller.” You reply breathlessly, a tear slipping down your cheek. Joel was quick to wipe it away as he stood you upright again, pecking your lips softly.

“Why are you cryin’, baby?”

“I’m just so happy. I love you. I love you so much.” You cup his face, kissing him again. You nearly forgot about the people that were watching you both in this intimate moment, so you shuffled back a little until he grasped your hand and you both made your way down the aisle.

You stepped back into your parent’s house with Joel, both of you laughing breathlessly. You take a second to stop and look into his eyes, enjoying your first moment alone as husband and wife.

“I’m the luckiest woman in the world to be able to call you my husband.” You murmur, running your hands up his biceps.

“I think you got it twisted, sweetheart. I’m the lucky one. I’ll remind you of that every single day until it’s my last.”

-

The next day, you and Joel hopped on a flight to Hawaii. As a wedding present, your parents gifted you an all-inclusive trip to a beautiful resort. The only thing your mom said when you asked her how you could repay her was ‘give me some grand babies!’

So that’s why Joel carried you over the threshold to your resort room just mere minutes ago. You made your way to the balcony which overlooked the resort, and the Pacific Ocean. After Joel got the bags from the bell hop, he caged your body between the balcony and his own.

“It’s so beautiful.” You whisper, nodding your head out to the ocean. The bright sun was glistening down on the ocean, making it sparkle.

“Not as beautiful as you, darlin’.”

You huff a laugh at Joel’s words. “Ever the sweet talker, Mr. Miller.”

“Only for you, Mrs. Miller.”

You turn around so you’re facing Joel, a beaming smile on your face.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that name.” You reach up and run your fingers through Joel’s soft hair, hands knitting together at the base of his head.

“Good, ‘cus I’ll never get tired of saying it,” He pulls you in for a soft kiss, cradling your face gently. “Now c’mon baby. Let’s get ready for dinner.” He ushers you back inside, and you rummage through your luggage that you brought for a pretty, bright colored dress to wear to dinner.

You spent a bit of time doing your hair and makeup, wanting to make sure you looked good. You wanted to make yourself irresistible to Joel, because you’ve been secretly pining to have your hands all over each other. You both held out last night and didn’t have sex, mainly because you both were dead tired.

Joel had the same thing in mind when he got dressed for this dinner in some khaki pants and a white linen shirt, leaving the first few buttons undone. He was planning on having some mind-blowing sex with you, and he was getting restless just thinking about it. He had to keep himself in check though and remind himself that you both also came here to enjoy the romantic side of being newlyweds. All those thoughts went straight out of the window and drowned in the Pacific when you stepped out of the bathroom.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away—you were simply the most breathtaking woman. The dress you’d put on hugged your curves, and with slits that exposed most of your legs, it made Joel even weaker. He wanted to drop to his knees now and worship the ground you walked on. Your makeup enhanced your features more than it usually would, but it looked stunning. You had a certain glow to yourself that Joel couldn’t get enough of.

You felt the same way about him, too. You stopped in your tracks when your eyes landed on the man you loved, khaki pants fitting him perfectly with the white linen shirt that purposefully had a few buttons undone. The white cloth contrasted beautifully against his smooth, tan skin. The shirt clung to his biceps in the right places, easily showcasing the muscle that he had. He was wearing nice brown boots too, which added an inch or so to his height. You could feel yourself nearly drooling, panties dampening the longer your stared at him. He looked delicious. You almost wanted to cancel dinner and just jump his bones right then and there.

“You look…” He trailed off, moving to stand in front of you.

“Yeah, you too.” You said breathlessly, and you both chuckle.

“Let’s get outta here. Dinner starts soon.” Joel takes your hand after double checking he has the room key card, and you both make your way downstairs.

Dinner ended up being really delicious with a beautiful show, and to your surprise, Joel asked you to dance with him after. Joel wasn’t much of a dancer, and this wasn’t slow dancing. This was more like being in a club, so he had your body pressed up against his and your back met his front. His strong hands held your hips firmly as you swayed them to the beat of the song, and Joel could feel himself getting harder by the minute.

Truthfully, you were grinding yourself on him to tease him, but he knew exactly what game you were playing at so he did the same to you. You nearly moaned as he pulled you into him, the feeling of his hardness evident through his pants. Usually, you’d both be stubborn to see who would break first, but you couldn’t wait anymore. You spun around in his arms, eyes filled with lust and body buzzing with sexual tension.

“Joel,” The tone in your voice was surprisingly not as needy as you expected it to be. He looked down at you, eyes nearly black as he studied your features. “Let’s go upstairs.”

He didn’t need another word of confirmation as he clasped your hand and practically dragged you up to your room. You had to nearly jog as his long strides to the room didn’t let up. He fumbled with the key card, opening the door to the room swiftly before you both stumbled inside. He wasted no time as he tossed the key card and his wallet onto a table near the front door, grabbing your face and smashing his lips to yours. He pushed you up against the door, moaning into your mouth. Your hands found purchase in his soft curls, tugging teasingly.

He moved his hands to the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he caught you, bringing you over to the bed. You traced his neck with hot, wet, needy kisses before he set you down. He released you, and looked down at you as he towered over you. The look in his eyes was very telling that you two weren’t going to get very much sleep tonight.

Your chest was heaving up and down, body nearly trembling with need as Joel loomed over you, taking you in. You reached out for him, wanting to feel his body on top of yours. He happily obliged as he slotted himself between your legs, caressing your cheek before kissing you again. Your hands trailed down the front of his chest, nails slightly scraping his hot skin. You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt before discarding it onto the floor. You ran your needy hands all over him until they made their way down to his belt buckle.

Joel chuckled at your eagerness before pushing your hands away. You protested with a small whine before he nipped at your neck, just below your ear. “Let me take care of you first, darlin’.”

Joel slid the dress slowly up and over your head, making sure to trail his hands over all of your curves as he did so. He moaned at the sight of the pretty white lace set you had on for him.

“All for me baby?” He asks, dipping his head to kiss the soft flesh of your breasts right above the bra you were wearing.

“Yes.” You’re breathless. It would be embarrassing to you in any other instance, but fuck’s sake, you needed your husband desperately.

Joel’s eyes trail down your torso until they settle on the thin white lace underwear that covered you. His hooded eyes looked back up to yours as he rubbed circles into your thighs.

“I promised myself I’d say my vows twice. Once at the altar, and once with just my tongue buried in your pretty pussy. Word. For. Word."

You gasped at Joel's bluntness, feeling your arousal pooling quicker into the only thing that separated you from his sweet tongue. You stared at him, doe-eyed and wanting, just waiting for him to take the leap. Maybe you should make the first move. Your arms could move quicker than your brain could process your own actions, and you started to reach out for him.

"Mm mm, baby." Joel stops you, grabbing both of your wrists in one of his hands, holding them above your head.

"Fuck." You whine softly, hips involuntarily bucking up into nothing.

He wickedly grins at you as he moves down to kiss you, easily moving his free hand to cup your mound before pressing his thumb to your extremely sensitive clit. You inhale sharply at the feeling, instinctively closing your eyes.

"Look at me, baby. Wanna see those pretty eyes on me when I make you feel good." Joel's voice is soft and loving, but has a stern edge to it. Your eyes peel open to look at him as he moves the thin lace of your panties to the side. He looks down, seeing you already covered in your slick. He groans at the sight and takes his middle finger, swiping up and between your folds. He moves his slick-covered finger to his mouth, eagerly tasting you. He hums in pleasure, and you can see clear as day that he's rock solid in his khakis.

He releases your wrists from his hand, but you don't dare to move. He skates his hands down your body gently, kissing your soft flesh along the way before grabbing either side of your panties. He gently taps your hips, so you lift them up for him as he slides the white lace down your legs. He discards them somewhere on the floor behind him, his focus solely on you.

He maneuvers his face between your legs, biting some spots on your inner thighs softly before kissing the spot after. He continued to move at a slow, torturous pace, making his way up to your aching pussy.

"My beautiful wife. I love you." He says, and you run your fingers through his hair as you look down at him.

"I love you t-oh," You start, but were cut off by Joel poking his tongue out to circle your clit, dragging it down to your entrance, then back up again. "Fuck!" You gasp, gripping his hair slightly. He moaned into you as he got to work, and god, he wasn't fucking kidding when he said he'd say his vows twice. His tongue moved slowly, carefully finding a rhythm that drove you insane.

You started to grind your hips upward, writhing beneath him. He hummed into you, moving a hand to press down on your abdomen to keep you from moving.

Joel shifted himself in the slightest to bring his ring and middle finger up, slowly entering you as his skillful tongue never broke contact. A broken cry left your mouth, eyebrows threaded together and breathing labored. His tongue flicked your clit continuously as his fingers languidly pumped in and out of you, reaching that sweet spot every single time. If he kept this up, you knew you wouldn't last long.

You felt the crescendo of your orgasm building up rather quickly, heat in your lower abdomen tight with anticipation. Both of your hands flew into Joel’s hair when the his hand on your abdomen pressed down, applying more pressure. He truly went to work on you and ate you like a starved man, not letting up once. He wanted you to come all over the lower half of his face, wanted to feel your legs shake as you cried out his name for mercy.

And oh, what Joel wanted, he got.

Your orgasm rushed over you, internal flames licking you from your head to your toes. Joel lapped you up, fingers slowing down until they came to a halt. He pulled them out of you slowly, but his tongue was unforgiving as he kept slurping and licking at your sensitive heat. Your body jerked in overstimulation, trying to wriggle away from him, but he clamped his hands down firmly on your hips.

“Jesus Christ, Joel– f-fuuuuck.” You whined loudly, tears springing to your eyes. Just as quickly as your first orgasm came, a second one was already building up. Joel felt it with the way your body was tensing, and to add to the pleasure this time, he moved his tongue down to dip inside of you, moving at a deliciously torturous pace. He moaned against you, feeling you flutter around his tongue. He brought a thumb over one of your thighs, rubbing tight circles over your clit.

If you thought you were seeing the stars above before, you were seeing the whole fucking galaxy this time around.

“C’mon sweetheart, give it t’me. Let me see my beautiful wife cum on my face again.” His dirty words came and went quickly as he got right back to tongue fucking you, your release right on the edge.

You moaned so loudly as your second orgasm coiled tightly and snapped like a cable right through you, your whole body shaking with pleasure as Joel’s name rolled off your tongue like a prayer on Sundays. Joel cleaned you up once more, kissing your oversensitive pussy before dragging himself upwards. Pure lust clouded his eyes and his overall expression. His pupils were blown, eyes seemingly’ve gotten darker.

He moves a hand up to tug your chin down. “Open your mouth.” His demanding tone sent tingles down your spine, only adding fuel to the fire. You obey him immediately, and he spits directly into your mouth.

“Swallow.” Was all he said, and you complied. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head with how dominating he was being right now. You tasted yourself as you swallowed what he’d given you, eyes glossy as you awaited his next move. He stood up from the bed briefly, only to discard his shoes, pants, and boxers.

His erection sprung free and hit his torso, precum smearing as his tip was leaking and begging to be touched.

“My handsome husband.” You praised, only mirroring his words of affection to you earlier. He offered you a soft smile, climbing over you again. He rested his elbows on either side of you, face hovering mere inches above yours.

“Tell me now, baby. Do you want to make sweet love? Or do you want to be fucked roughly? You choose.” You laugh softly that he’s giving you an option, but there was all the time in the world for sweet love making on this trip. You wanted to be fucked senseless and take advantage of this domineering side of Joel.

“The latter, baby. Into oblivion.” You flash him a wicked smile, and that’s all you need for him to get off of you and reposition you so you both were facing the mirror that hung on the wall.

“Want you to see yourself getting fucked, sweetheart.” His voice is dangerously low. He climbs onto the bed as you arch your back, giving Joel a perfect view of your plump ass. He leaned down to kiss you on one cheek, before his hand cracked down on the other, giving it a fairly harsh slap. You gasped, eyes wide and mouth agape as you stared at his hungry expression in the mirror. The sting of the slap only added to your arousal, making your toes curl in the slightest.

“You ready, darlin’?” He asks, rubbing your ass tenderly. You nod in the mirror, but he shakes his head.

“Words, honey. Lemme hear you.” He presses, and you swallow thickly.

“I’m ready Joel. Please, fuck me.” Your begging alone nearly made him come undone, but he sucked in a breath as he positioned himself with your slick entrance.

He grabbed your hips, sliding into you with ease, courtesy of your arousal. You both moaned loudly, being filled up from this position always hitting deeper than usual. Joel’s cock felt heavy inside you as he gave you a minute to adjust to him. After all these years together, it still took a little time to adjust to his size. In doing so, this was the first time you both didn’t use any form of protection, so you could feel every single ridge and vein on his swollen member.

Joel had to concentrate on not cumming right there as he was buried in your tight warmth. The feeling of no protection was heavenly. You started to move your hips forward, giving him a silent signal he was good to go.

Joel moved almost all the way out of you, before snapping his hips forward to fill you completely again. You cried out at the pleasure as he set an unrelenting pace, fucking you senseless into the mattress.

“Look so fuckin’ pretty getting fucked dumb on my cock like this, sweetheart.” Joel grits, voice strained with pleasure.

“Feels—” You gasp for air, choking your words out. “Feels s’good. Y’feel so good, Joel. So good.” You praise him, fists clenching the fabric of the white comforter beneath you.

“Eyes up here, honey.” He moved a hand away from your hip to wrap around the front of your throat, pulling you up while applying the tiniest bit of pressure. Your eyes met his in the mirror, and you’d truly never seen such a pornographic sight in reality. You both looked so fucked out, so ravenous, so hungry and desperate for each other as his hips collided with your ass at an unrelenting, brutal pace.

Joel had an idea to add more pleasure to the mix, but it was borderline teetering a limit for you. You told Joel awhile ago that you’d try anything (well, almost anything) once, and if you didn’t like it, you’d let him know. He knew what he was about to do was truly obscene and filthy, but it was worth a shot. He moved his hand up your jaw and ran his thumb over your bottom lip, tugging at it. His thumb made its way into your mouth and you eagerly sucked on it, giving him the lubrication he was seeking. After a minute, he let his thumb out of your mouth with a small pop.

He looked into your eyes through the mirror, and then looked down, where your other hole was completely exposed to him. He was hesitant for a moment, but bit the bullet and spit right onto it. Your eyes widened and you gasped, wondering what the hell he was going to do… but then it clicked. He moved his hand down to your ass, resting it tenderly on your cheek as his thumb swiped over his spit there.

“Can I? If it feels like too much you can tell me to stop.” He said, thumb hovering right over the spot you both became so curious about. You trusted Joel and knew he’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you.

What the hell, you thought. Worst thing that could happen is you tell him to stop. You nodded slowly, and heat rose to your cheeks as he kept bucking his hips into you. His face displayed pure concentration, eyebrows threaded together as he slowly pushed his thumb into you. It felt really odd at first, but that bit of pressure alongside the weight of his cock pounding into you was pure fucking bliss. Your pussy clenched down on him, and you both moaned in unison once more.

After Joel gained his full concentration back, he used his other free hand to wrap around your throat once more. You couldn’t believe how much Joel was holding back before you two got married, because fuck, this was truly some of the most mind blowing sex you’ve ever had.

The only sounds heard in the room was his hips slapping into your ass repeatedly, the wet squelching noise of you taking him so well, and your heavy breathing mixed with a couple of scattered moans. Your head was completely empty from every thought you’d ever had, except for Joel. Your mind was just Joel Joel Joel.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good around me. You were made for this cock,” Joel groans. “I’m gettin’ close.”

He moved his hand from your throat down to your clit, rubbing tight circles again. You cry out at the sensation, one of your hands moving to grip Joel’s forearm. You dug your nails into him unintentionally, causing him to hiss. He truthfully didn’t mind the slight pain that it brought though.

“Fuck Joel, I’m gonna cum.” You choke out, and he moans in response.

“Me too, baby. Y’gonna cum with me?” He rasps, but before you could even answer, you were clenching down on him as your orgasm shot through you once more.

“Fuck, sweetheart, where do you want me?” He asks, his own release just seconds away. He removed his thumb from you to steady himself against you with his hands, his face contorting into absolute pleasure.

“In me, please, baby– fuck.” Bliss takes over the course of your whole being as you cry out his name. A string of curses comes out of his own mouth, mixed with your own name, as he painted your insides with his seed. Your eyes were trained on him the whole time, so turned on by your husband blissed out because of you, that it elongated your orgasm. Your legs were shaky and done for as he stopped moving completely, his tan chest rising and falling rapidly to catch his breath. He wrapped his arms around your torso as he slowly pulled out, making you groan at the loss of fullness.

He brought you down on the mattress with him, tucking your head gently beneath his chin. You both spent a few minutes trying to catch your breaths, enjoying the peacefulness of being wrapped into each others arms.

“You did so good for me. I love you, baby girl.” Joel kisses the crown of your head, thumb stroking a spot on your arm softly.

“That was incredible, my love. Didn’t know you were holding back on me.” You chuckle as you kiss his chest, nails scratching his beard.

He huffs a laugh, clasping his hand around your wrist gently. He kissed the palm of your hand, resting it over his heart when he was done.

“I’m so fuckin’ happy, darlin’. So happy I get to call you my wife, and so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so, so much.”

You tear up at his kind words, pulling his face down for a sweet kiss.

“I love you too, my sweet husband. Forever and always.”

You’ve thought it and said it a million times before, and you’ll think it and say it a million times again—the universe really had a funny way of aligning things in life.

It really was fate, after all.

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WIP Wednesday

From Tomorrow’s a Long Way Off:

They turned onto Robin’s street, and her house came into view. Jonathan took in the yellow clapboard house, the overgrown vegetable garden in the front, the tents where the mushrooms grew in the back.

“Your parents grow all of this?” he asked.

“Yeah, they have a mushroom farm.” Robin watched his awed expression, bemused. She hadn’t expected him to make fun of her weird hippie parents or anything, but she definitely hadn’t expected him to be impressed. “Sorry about the smell. It’s…earthy.”

“No, no,” Jonathan said. He eyed the vegetable garden. “I would kill for these tomatoes. God, there’s so many of them.”

“You really don’t have to,” she protested with a grin. “My parents will probably just give you some.”

As they approached the front porch, she heard the strains of Motown coming from inside. This told her two things: that her parents were home, and that they were having a good time.

“I can go home,” Jonathan offered, as though he’d finally realized their destination. “It’s not that far.”

“No,” Robin said decisively. “You’re gonna tell them how much you want to murder them for their veggies. They’ll love you.”

When she opened the front door, she was greeted with a mortifying, but totally expected sight: her dad grooving around the kitchen and singing along with the music while chopping vegetables.

“Maybe you’ll go away and never call,” he crooned, “and a taste of honey’s worse than none at all. Oh, in that case I don’t want no part, I do believe—”

He stopped when he saw them. A grin spread over his face.

“Rob!” he said. “And Jonathan Byers! Come on in. We made bran muffins.”

From Tonight, Tonight:

Anya cracked a smile, too, and reached out her arms to Miri. Soon the two of them were slow-dancing to the old-timey-strip-club arrangement and overwrought vocals.

“When you’re young and so in love as we, and bewildered by the world we see,” Anya sang, in a low, pleasant voice, while Miri giggled into her shoulder. “Why do people hurt us so? Only those in love will know, what a town without pity can do.”

Jonathan smiled, too, even as he kept one eye on the clock. He had options. He could suggest, in a nice, casual way, that they pick up the pace so they could all go home for Thanksgiving. (He knew himself. It wouldn’t come out nice or casual.) He could tell them that he had a long drive, maybe even that his mom was in a hospital with limited visiting hours. (This shouldn’t seem so unthinkable, not when Anya freely discussed her sick dad and Miri talked about how her own mom had kicked her out, but he couldn’t open that door.) He could tell them to go on home, lock up, and come back to finish cleaning up after dinner with Lonnie. (His bones ached just thinking about it. He’d probably do it.)

Or he could get off the stepladder, jump into the Pinto parked outside, and drive as far east or west as the car would take him. Forget the diner politics. Forget Lonnie’s offer of KFC and easy money. Forget well-meaning ex-hippie Ms. Lafitte, who’d sighed over his half-finished English assignment on Wednesday. Forget Gloria, who was eating turkey with her family in South Bend tonight while he drove all over the state for people who didn’t care about him.

No, he thought, blinking at the mustard dispenser. That wasn’t fair to Gloria, not when he knew how complicated her situation was. It definitely wasn’t fair to Mom. She didn’t always know him, but that wasn’t her fault.

[narrans]

A Tall and Small Collection | S2.39 | A Little Theo-ry

Rey managed to make it back home without incident and, thankfully, found Ashlynn on her own. He still felt frazzled from his encounter with Theo, but he needed to talk to Ashlynn and Soren about what happened.

He didn’t want a situation where no one knew where to find him like what just happened, especially if Hero refused to help himself.

Rey couldn’t keep a real secret to himself anyway, meaning it was only a matter of time before Ashlynn or Soren asked him if there was anything wrong. Rey slid down his line and walked past the living room and into the kitchen where Ashlynn was preparing lunch.

“Hey, Ashlynn!” called Rey. She looked down over her shoulder and watched as Rey approached.

“Hey there little big man. What’s up? You’re just in time for lunch. Dorian is recording and Mayzie needed a bath. She thought getting into the honey while Soren and I weren’t looking was a good idea,” said Ashlynn. Rey knew what was coming, but let the moment sink in as he watched Ashlynn wash off her hands, kneel, and offer a palm for him.

For just a moment, Rey felt his entire body tense and shudder as he looked at Ashlynn’s hand, the flashbulb memory of being picked up and held not by one but by two humans he didn’t know making him hesitate just for a moment. Then, after a breath, he once again saw Ashlynn’s hand in front of him and stepped up onto it.

Ashlynn carefully raised Rey up onto the counter, noticing his momentary pause but thinking nothing of it, as she set him down. She knew he was out, but didn’t want to pry too much. Besides, Ashlynn had another thing she wanted to discuss with Rey.

“So,” said Ashlynn as she resumed cutting while Rey made himself comfortable on the counter. “Remember how we were talking the other day about ways to help Hero? Well, I think I found the perfect person to get started with. His name is Theo. He just moved into the building. He has a little sister and is actually in a wheelchair. I met him on the elevator yesterday and started thinking about it today.”

Rey felt his insides drop at the mention of Theo’s name. He knew why he came here and what he needed to tell Ashlynn. So, like a verbal band aid, he decided to get it over with.

“Yeah, I… I know about Theo. Hero and I saw him… well… the day of the incident. We were going to go and help him, but there wasn’t much we could do at the time,” said Rey. Ashlynn’s face brightened, which felt like a punch to the gut. Anxiousness plagued him and made him feel sick. His heart rate quickened.

“Well, that’s great! I’m sure he could use some help. Why don’t you ask Hero if he’d be up for dinner with us sometime and see if he’d be interested in going to help Theo?” Ashlynn suggested.

“Well… I just came from there - both places actually,” muttered Rey. He reached up as he had seen Soren do so many times and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. It was a dead giveaway for both Soren and Rey trying to find a way to say something that was particularly difficult, wording their next phrases carefully.

“Oh no… what?” asked Ashlynn. Rey bit his lip and knew that he needed to pry this verbal band aid away soon.

“I went over to see Hero today. I was just going to see what was going on with him. He doesn’t seem to even want to get out of bed. He’s super sad and I don’t know if he even wants to help humans anymore,” said Rey. Ashlynn’s face fell ever so slightly, and Rey decided to continue. “And… so… I went over to Theo’s place to help on my own. I thought that maybe Hero would come along a little later… but… something else happened instead.”

Ashlynn’s eyes widened.

“Rey… you weren’t…”

Rey knew what the next word was and nodded.

“Seen. Yeah… and a bit more than that if I’m being honest,” he muttered. Rey wasn’t sure if he felt disappointed in himself or if it was dread for Ashlynn’s reaction, but he elected to avert his eyes and continue. “I saw the girl’s broken toy and saw the pin and spring fall in between the floorboards. I got them and was being super careful, but I… Ash… I didn’t hear her….”

“What?” Ashlynn immediately crouched and tried to catch Rey’s pale blue eyes in her own blue-gray gaze. “Are you okay?” Her fingers immediately crested over the edge and lifted Rey’s arms so she could inspect him lightly.

“Yes. Yes. I’m alright,” muttered Rey. “But… I’m not done. She managed to get her hands on me. I was in the attic of some kind of dollhouse and she blocked my way. I… I played dead and pretended I was a toy, and she bought it, but… Theo… he knew I wasn’t a toy.”

“Rey! How… I mean…”

“He laid his finger on my chest. I tried holding my breath, but I wasn’t prepared and he talked to me immediately after before letting me go,” finished Rey. “He called me a ‘Little’ and made some kind of weird comment about me not having a tail, but he did let me go and warned me to not go helping Bella; that’s his sister.”

“He held you?” Ashlynn said disbelievingly. Her eyes were as wide as kitchen plates, and that was saying something.

“Yeah. The girl, Bella, thought I was some kind of toy. She was gentle, sure, but I think it was because she didn’t want to break some kind of new toy. It sounded like Theo made most of the things she has because she brought me immediately to him asking if she broke me,” stated Rey, feeling his heart racing as he remembered the sound of the girl’s curious voice.

“Heavens above… I’m glad you’re okay. Well… scratch that whole idea about…”

“Well… wait,” muttered Rey. He couldn’t believe what he was thinking, but it wasn’t the worst idea he had ever had.

“Wait what? Rey, you aren’t going back there, are you?” Ashlynn asked incredulously. Rey folded his arms defensively and looked away before looking back up at Ashlynn.

“I mean… think about Hero and Sam,” pointed out Rey. “They’re friends, right? He proved that he could keep me against my will, but he decided to keep the secret and let me go. Maybe this is a good thing. If Hero knows that something could’ve happened to me and it didn’t, wouldn’t it restore his faith in people not being terrible?”

“Rey, you hear yourself, right?” asked Ashlynn. “This is exactly what happened to Hero. I don’t want you to get hurt and I am not going to have you go through what he did. I don’t want you to get caught and taken away.”

“I don’t want that either, but, Ashlynn, you said that he would be a good person to help, right? Doesn’t this make it, I don’t know, easier?” Rey sighed. “I… I get it. It’s bad and everything just happened with Hero. It’s a bad idea. I’m out of my mind. But, Ashlynn, I can get a reading off of people really quick. Call it intuition from a Borrower or years of experience, but I know a good one from a bad one, and I know he’s one of the good ones.”

“Rey…”

“Ashlynn, you’ve got to trust me on this one. I had the same feeling with Sam and, honestly, when you and I first met - both when you fished me out of the trash and when we had our first talk,” argued Rey. “Was I scared out of my mind? Yes. Did I think I was going to die? A bit. Maybe it heightened my senses or something, but I believe Theo is one of the good ones.”

Ashlynn bit her lip. Her entire chest felt tight. She did not like the idea of Rey going off and helping a human who saw him - who knew of him. At the same time, Rey seemed adamant. He seemed to believe that Theo was alright. She gave him a hard look before nodding slowly.

“Are you going to talk to him?” Ashlynn asked. Rey unfolded his arms and placed his hands on his hips. He looked eerily close to how Soren would get when he was contemplating something.

“I’ll try not to, but I might have to,” said Rey. Ashlynn nodded slowly.

“Are you asking me to keep this a secret from Soren?” she asked. Rey shook his head.

“No. I’m going to tell him. It happened and I own what happened. I also know that he’s not going to like my proposition. Still, I think… no… I know it’s the right thing to do,” said Rey.

Ashlynn smiled and stared at the Borrower teen.

“Gosh… when did you get to be so grown up?” Ashlynn muttered as she reached over and gave Rey a gentle poke on the shoulder. He leaned into the touch, feeling Ashlynn’s fingertips against his spine. His body relaxed as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

Once again, her touch was warm and inviting and the flashbulb memory of being held by Theo and Bella seemed like a distant experience. Rey hoped silently that Soren, his oldest brother, would be just as understanding.

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The conversation with Soren went just as Rey expected. Much like Ashlynn, Soren immediately investigated to see if his brother was injured before giving him a scolding about his idea of going back.

“And what on earth is a ‘Little?’” Soren asked, scratching his head before folding his arms. Ashlynn, a quizzical look on her eyebrow, pulled out her laptop and started researching the term while Soren continued to speak. “No. I don’t like it. You don’t need to go back there and you don’t need to be helping humans. There are plenty of Borrowers in the community to help Rey. Plus, you have your inventing.”

“I can’t do that,” said Rey.

“Did you not learn anything from what just happened to Hero?” scolded Soren. “Do you want that to happen again?”

“Of course not,” argued Rey. “But I am not going to cower back and be afraid either. I know how to handle myself and I’m going to help Theo. Ashlynn even said that he’s in that one chair thing, so even if he sees me, it’ll be hard to get at me. Worst case scenario of course. You know what I mean.”

“And you’re ready to take that risk? What if Theo or Bella decide that they want to keep you like how Lily wanted to keep Hero?” asked Soren.

“I don’t think he will. He let me go the first time and I don’t plan on having normal conversations with him unless it’s necessary. But, like I said, even if I talked to him, I think everything would be fine. I wouldn’t tell him anything about us,” argued Rey.

“Woah… guys…” muttered Ashlynn as she looked at her screen. “I… I hate to say it, but I think Rey might actually be right about Theo.” Both brothers looked over at Ashlynn, Soren with a harsh look in his eyes while Rey looked curious and relieved.

“What? What do you mean?” asked Soren. “You can’t be okay with this.”

“I’m not entirely okay with it,” said Ashlynn. “But I think that Theo knows more than we suspected.” Soren’s eyes widened as he felt his heart drop into his shoes. Ashlynn turned her computer and, immediately, Soren and Rey felt their jaws slacken and hit the ground.

There, on the screen, were pictures of both cartoon and realistic looking people who were standing next to teacups and balls of yarn. Some of them looked a bit comical with large front incisors and long tails like mice, but their attire and stature nearly matched the Borrowers perfectly.

“Wha… what is this?” breathed Soren.

“It looks like a book series,” said Ashlynn. “There are a bunch of websites and books about these guys called Littles. John Peterson did the series. It seems like they aren’t supposed to talk to people but end up talking to the human of their house when they accidentally get caught. If Theo knows about this and the series, he probably knows about the rules and things too.”

Rey stared at the images in front of him, as did Soren. They couldn’t believe it. Someone had written about this – about people like them. Sure, there were differences, but how significant were those differences? Did this John guy actually meet a Borrower or Borrower community?

“Well, there you go then. This is probably what Theo was talking about. He mentioned about me not having a tail and stuff. I’ll bet this is what he had in mind,” said Rey as he pointed to the figures on the screen. Soren folded his arms and shook his head.

“Rey, if anything it proves that he’s interested. I don’t like it,” muttered Soren. He looked at the small figure on the screen and found himself turning away once again.

“I know how you’re feeling, Soren. I get it. I… I just can’t explain it. I think this is a good thing. If he knows, he won’t tell. Isn’t that a good thing?” asked Rey. “I can’t be unseen, so I can at the very least address it and make sure he knows to not tell anyone, right?”

Soren sighed and looked his into his younger brother’s pale blue eyes. Rey had come a long way from the timid boy he used to be. He seemed determined to talk to Theo at least one more time and help him. He wanted to help his friend Hero, and helping a person who wouldn’t be able to get to them did seem to be the best course of action.

“Okay, but you have to promise to be careful, alright? I’m not having the same scare happen to you. Let us know where you’re going ahead of time so we’ll know where to come looking if you don’t show up before bed.”

“Deal.” Rey and Soren shook hands on it before Soren, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, pulled his younger brother in and got him into a headlock, ruffling his hair relentlessly.

“Don’t forget though. I’m still the boss of you,” Soren teased.

“You wish!” Rey said in a muffled voice as he began fighting his oldest brother, thrashing and managing barely to wriggle out of the headlock before tackling Soren.

Ashlynn, laughing, snagged Mayzie and left the boys on the counter so the two of them to battle it out.

“Bunny!” Mayzie cooed as she pointed to the couch. She wanted to play with her stuffed rabbit. Ashlynn obliged, setting Mayzie onto the couch and retrieving the stuffed bunny from the nearby blankets where she had been napping earlier that morning.

Then, without warning, Mayzie cried in her small, babbling voice, “Chase! Chase! Chase!” Ashlynn couldn’t stop the smile on her face. She just wanted her bunny so she could run with it in her arms.

“Oh no! What’s that? Not the tickle fingers!” Ashlynn said as she set her hand down onto the couch, palm down, and twiddled them. Ashlynn was sure that, from a Borrower’s perspective, her fingers looked like looming columns of death, advancing like a darting spider across the couch. Mayzie, on the other hand, was comfortable with Ashlynn’s way of playing and squealed in delight as she spun on her heel and ran from cushion to cushion, dodging the fingers and giggling the whole way.

In a way, Ashlynn wondered about Mayzie and how friendly she would be toward humans when she got older. Would Soren insist some time away so she learned humans were dangerous? It was one of the reasons the trio had left when the boys were younger and learning their trade. Was it why Rey was comfortable going to Theo now? Would Mayzie have to have a scare like Hero to learn how dangerous other humans could be? Or would she ever learn the life of a “true Borrower”? Would she need to learn that kind of life?

Ashlynn wasn’t sure. What she did know was that she would help support and protect all of them - including Mayzie - with every fiber of her being. She could only hope that Rey, now that he was getting older, would make the correct judgment calls like his eldest brother. He learned from the best, and now it was time to put it into practice.

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[stinkysam]

Porco Galliard - Welcome home

Warning : vague death mention

Genre : Fluff

Synopsis : you meet his parents

Reader : male (you/he)

To say you were stressed was an understatement. You were going to meet your boyfriend's parents and you've barely heard of them.

The topic just never came up, and the only times you've spoken about them was when you asked about them.

Yet Porco was really sharing. He liked to share about anything but his parents were apparently not a part of it. You wondered if there was something wrong with them but when you asked, Porco only laughed, telling you to not worry.

It didn't stop you from worrying at all and here you were, stressed as fuck in front of his parents' door.

Knock knok knock

From behind the door you could hear his mom call his dad before opening.

"Aaah ! Here he is, my beautiful son !" She exclaimed, seeing Porco, giving him a tight hug and a kiss before turning to you, "And who do we have here ?"

"This is my boyfriend, [Name]"

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am." You took your hand out to shake her hand but she ignored it.

"Boyfriend ? Love, come here ! Hurry !" She called and with these words her husband walked out.

"Yes, yes."

"I'm so pleased to finally meet you, young man. [Father's name], this is Porco's boyfriend, [Name]." She said, finally shaking your hand vividly.

"Pleased to meet you, sir."

"Boyfriend ?" He questioned, grabbing your hand to shake it "You finally found someone who can tolerate you ?"

"Hilarious, dad, really." Porco answered, giving him a hug and a kiss as well.

"But come in, come in !" She urged you inside. As you walked in she continued "Oh my, have you seen how handsome this young man is ?" She said quietly, making her husband laugh.

"I'm not laughing, why didn't you tell us sooner about him ?"

You laughed awkwardly, not sure of what to say. Porco was in his element, not minding his mother's words one bit.

"I'm sorry, mom, but here he is."

"Here I am…"

She quickly gave you a tour of the house before giving you a place to sit, taking out glasses to drink a little something before dinner.

While you spoke with his father, his mom went to the kitchen and discreetly you followed her.

"Do you need help with anything ?"

"Oh no honey, don't worry I got it, go sit with the others" she says walking you back to her husband and Porco, not without giving another comment.

"And he is nice too ! You better not let him go !"

"I don't plan on it." Porco said, a small smile appearing on his face. He was glad his parents liked you.

"Ah ~ My pretty boys…" she gushed aloud as she went back to the kitchen.

With Porco's help you put the table down whilst talking with his father about how you two met.

While moving the plates you found an old picture of Porco with his brother Marcel, they looked so small, so young. This opened the discussion about Porco's duties as a warrior for Marley.

He didn't have a titan yet but it won't be long until Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie are back with Sieg and he was sure to inherit one on their return.

It made you feel proud of him, proud of his accomplishments and his confidence. He worked hard for it, it was only fair. You only felt a little bit sad when you remembered the lifespan of a titan shifter but you tried to not think about it too much.

The dinner began and you got asked once more how you met by his mother so you explained it again, smiling at her honest curiosity.

You don't know why he rarely spoke about them, they are lovely.

You got to know more about Marcel too and how his death shattered the family. He was so young. Full of life and a good older brother. Always with Porco even with their age difference.

They asked you how Porco was with you, if he didn't annoy you too much and if he did, you could just pay them a visit so they'd lecture him. Porco rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by their words, he wasn't that difficult to live with.

You reassured them, telling them Porco was nice and lovely, making him blush a bit. It was tough to befriend him but once you got closer it all went according to your plan and was easy to ask him out.

"Oi, no need to tell them that !" He exclaimed, still embarrassed he wasn't the one to ask you out.

The end of the dinner came, full, you left the table and thanked them for the delicious meal. You helped them with putting the dishes away and thanked them once more before leaving the house. You said your goodbyes, Porco hugged and kissed them again before joining you to your car, ready to go back home.

"So, were they weird ?" He asked you, cocky.

"No but I still don't understand why you rarely spoke about them."

[djarinova]

hi hiii, 🐼💘🍼🎟 for the ask game!

omg thank you so much for asking so many questions!! I loved answering these so much!! sending you big hugs rn◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

I think I went insanely overboard with these answers omg so I'm putting them under the cut :')

🐼 – what’s the silliest nickname(s) you have for each other?

I think we're both pretty non silly when it comes to petnames/nicknames, so the sillest names we call eachother probably aren't even that silly ahah

I love to call levi sweetie, so when I'm teasing him or trying to get his attention I call him my sweetie pie and I always find that his head snaps in my direction aksksjs he looks at me like I've lost it, (I do kinda like it though, so I'm not going to stop) also I called him my honey bun once and... I don't think I've ever seen him react like that for anything else, ever

also, this is not so silly, but I love to call him my angel, I love how red his face gets, and sometimes he tuts and rolls his eyes but eeee I know he loves it so much:((

the most outlandish and silly name levi calls me is probably wifey, and he uses so sparesly that I have to physically stop myself from reacting when he says it bec I don't want him to get shy or embarrassed about it, even though I love it so much

💘 – how do you celebrate Valentine’s Day?

if we both have a free day then we spend the whole day together tehe. we'll have a small lie in, this is one of the very rare occasions levi let's me keep him in bed in the morning, and we'll get up about 10/10.30am, after having cuddles (and most likely some mornings kisses...) I usually try to make him breakfast in bed, but he can't bare to sit in the bedroom on his own while I make it, so he usually joins me in the kitchen after about 10 minutes--he'll have his adorable dressing gown and slippers on and I absolutely love the sight. he'll make us coffee while I make us food hehe. I love a chill day though so we'll spend most of the day watching some tv, a couple movies or some episodes of our current show, and we'll snack throughout the day, somehow missing lunch bec we're too full 🫣🫣 Levi will also insist on us going out for a walk around the park, just for some fresh air, and I love to drag him to all the shops I can while we're out so I can browse all the cute valentine stuff (he usually ends up buying me a couple extra gifts bec he's the cutest ever)

we'll ofc have dinner together at the end of the day, but if our january is busy and chaotic and we're both feeling stressed and tired then we'll order a takeaway and eat it at home--Levi will set up the dinner table with candles and the fresh bouquet of flowers he got me, and we'll put on some nice music and eat and chat together. but if we both feel up to it then we'll go out for dinner! usually just to our favourite date restaurant, but we always try to order some fancy, new dessert to try!

and if we're both busy during the day because of work(which unfortunately is a fairly common occurrence for our valentine's) then we'll just have a nice dinner together--takeaway or eating at a restaurant, same as above.

🍼 – want any kids? how many?

we do want kids! but I don't think I'm anywhere near ready right now, and so every time I think about kids I get really scared and freaked out, but if we were to have kids, years in the future probably, I think I'd like to have two. every time I imagine levi as a dad I just get such a warm feeling, he's the most patient and calm man whenever he's with children, and when I see him talking and playing with my little cousins it makes me insanely happy.

levi had never really thought about kids until we were about 2 years into our relationship, but we've had many discussions about kids, and we're always keeping the other updated about our thoughts. in our chats Levi's said that if we had kids he'd want two, or three.

🎟️ – do you go to live entertainment together (concerts, plays, etc.)?

I am obsessed with concerts, I love them so so much, but levi is not much of a fan of big arenas or stadium concerts, so if we go to one together we usually stick to a small venue. he loves coming with me though, and seeing me so happy and comfortable in that environment, but theres not a big overlap in our styles of music, so if we go together, he usually just goes for me, and to watch over me hehe

we very occasionally go to the theatre together, if there's good performances happening close to us! levi doesn't like to travel too far just for a couple of hours, so if he really wants to see a play then we make a whole trip out of it and we'll stay 2 or 3 nights

[rickie-the-storyteller]

Steph's Crew - Part 21: Night to Remember

Intro:

And we're back at it again with the song titles lol. I thought HSM would be fitting for this one!

So, it's prom night! A lot goes down here... most of it is positive, though. Nice change of pace, right? Issues get resolved and everybody just has a good time!

I really hope you guys enjoy this one.

Bret and Rachel make up

(Bret comes home after school and immediately goes straight to his room instead of greeting his aunt Rachel like normal. And he stays there right up till dinner, when Rachel comes knocking on his door)

Rachel: Hello? Bret? Dinner's ready. Come downstairs, love.

(Bret lifts his head from his pillow and looks over to the door upon hearing Rachel's voice, but makes no effort to get up or respond to her)

Rachel: Anybody there?

(Still no response)

Rachel: Ok, I get that we're still in the "not talking" zone, or whatever. But you've got to come down for dinner before it gets cold. I've made a really nice shepherd's pie tonight! You'll love it! Come on. Consider it a peace offering.

Bret: Not hungry.

Rachel: Ok, now that's just impossible. (opens the door to find Bret sprawled upon his bed) You're always hungry.

Bret: Well then, I guess I'm just not in the mood to eat.

Rachel: Why?

Bret: I don't want to talk about it, aunt Rach.

Rachel: Is this to do with… what happened over the weekend? With your uncle's letter and that?

Bret: (sighs) Yes and no? I mean, it is about that… but it's turned into something more now.

Rachel: (sits on Bret's bed beside him) How so?

Bret: Me and El aren't talking.

Rachel: What? Honey, why?

Bret: Because.

Rachel: Um… what?

Bret: Well, lots of reasons. Look, aunt Rach, I really don't want to discuss it right now.

Rachel: … Ok. But you know, I'm always here for you if you do need to talk. About anything. Not just this.

Bret: I know. Bye.

Rachel: Bye?

Bret: Bye.

Rachel: What the- you're kicking me out now?! What did I do to deserve that?!

Bret: Nothing. I thought we were done with this conversation.

(15 MINUTES LATER - Rachel leaves Bret to mope for a while, but then comes back to his room, holding both their plates of dinner. Bret sits up on the bed, intrigued)

Bret: What are you-

Rachel: You clearly aren't coming down any time soon, so I thought I'd bring dinner to you.

Bret: You brought your plate as well.

Rachel: Of course I did, love. I like eating with you.

(Bret finds himself smiling at this comment, briefly forgetting how upset he is)

Rachel: And what's the point in slaving away in the kitchen for hours if I can't watch you enjoy the fruit of my labour?

Bret: Ah… so this is what this whole thing is really about, huh?

Rachel: (laughs) You got me!

Bret: (laughs) Alright, aunt Rach. I'll have some. Just so you get off my back.

(Rachel sits down beside Bret again and offers him his plate. Then they both start eating)

Rachel: So, you going to tell me what's going on with Elise, or what?

Bret: (sighs) It's… complicated.

Rachel: I bet it isn't THAT complicated.

Bret: She's upset with me because I had been avoiding her after she came round and overheard our fight about uncle Gordon's letter.

Rachel: Oh… that. That must've been such an awkward time for her, my gosh. Can't believe it even happened.

Bret: Yeah. Me too. And… I'm sorry it happened. I was just frustrated.

Rachel: I'm sorry it happened, too. (pauses) Why were you frustrated?

Bret: I don't know. (pauses) Have you ever been in a situation where you felt like no matter what you did or said, nobody cares? Like nothing you say matters at all. Your thoughts don't matter. Your opinions don't matter. Your feelings don't matter-

Rachel: My marriage to Gordon in a nutshell.

Bret: What, really?

Rachel: Yep. (pauses) Wait. Are you saying that I make you feel like that?

Bret: Not… ALL the time. But that day, I couldn't help but feel like you were kind of brushing my feelings off and invalidating them.

Rachel: Honey…

Bret: Look, I know you probably didn't mean to. And honestly, you're right. My hatred for uncle Gordon is probably not fair or rational. And even if he is indirectly involved in my parent's death, it's not right to just put all the blame on him for it.

Rachel: But?

Bret: I just think I have valid reasons for not liking him. And for wanting to spend as much time far, far away from him as possible. And I think you should, too. I mean, for one thing - he IS your ex-husband.

Rachel: (nods) That is very true, yeah.

Bret: Plus, every time he meddles with my life, or wants to have an active part in it, it goes off the rails somehow. I'm not even talking about losing mum and dad - he's been ruining my life for ages, now. Like the songwriting contest?

Rachel: Oh, yeah! Forgot all about that…

Bret: Could've won £5000 if it weren't for him…

Rachel: Alright, I get it. Your uncle's not always been the most helpful or reliable person in the world.

Bret: El made me realise that I've always kind of associated him with pain and loss in my head, and that's why I've never liked him.

Rachel: Well, Elise is a very smart girl. And a very kind person. She's just what you need right now.

Bret: (sighs) Shame I've completely blown it with her. (slumps on the bed)

Rachel: What do you mean? Come on, all you've got to do is say you're sorry. Explain your side of things.

Bret: I did. She's still mad.

Rachel: Why?

Bret: Because one of the people I went to see instead of El is- (doesn't finish the sentence)

Rachel: Who?

(Bret sits back up and continues to eat his dinner, not saying another word)

Rachel: Oh, I see. You want me to guess.

Bret: Please don't.

Rachel: Was it Dylan?

Bret: You're not going to get it, aunt Rach.

Rachel: Stevie? Was it Stevie? (gasps) I got it! Jason! Was it Jaso-

Bret: Steph. It was Steph.

Rachel: OH. (pauses) I was going to guess that next. Wait, you went to Stephanie? Isn't Elise friends with her as well?

Bret: Yeah, they're best friends. But that isn't even the worst part.

Rachel: It's not? Well, what is? (gasps again) You guys didn't have sex, did you?

Bret: What?! No! (pauses) Ew.

Rachel: Right, 'cause then I'd completely get why your girlfriend isn't speaking to you now. What happened then?

Bret: We got super drunk.

Rachel: That's it?

Bret: No… we almost kissed. But we didn't.

Rachel: (long thoughtful pause) Oh. Ok. Well, at least you two didn't actually kiss. It would've been proper awful if you did.

Bret: Yeah. May as well have done it, though. I still feel proper awful. And so does Elise, now that I've told her about it.

Rachel: And she's been avoiding you because of this. Hmm. Well, I stand by what I said before.

Bret: Ok. Remind me what that was again?

Rachel: All you've got to do is say you're sorry, and explain your side of things. You guys just need to stop avoiding each other and talk.

Bret: I guess.

Rachel: You'll work things out with her. You just need to take that first step, yeah?

Bret: Yeah. Thanks aunt Rach.

Rachel: Aw. Come here, sweetheart. (the two set their dinner plates aside and hug each other) I love you, dear.

Bret: I love you, too. And I love the shepherd's pie.

Rachel: YES! Told you I could cook!

Getting ready (for the night of nights)

(Alice and Mary are getting dressed up for prom in their bedroom. Alice is helping Mary with her hair. She is wearing a backless royal blue dress, while Mary is wearing a green strapless gown. They both look great, and they're clearly very excited)

Mary: Careful! Not too tight…

Alice: Sorry. Ok, done!

Mary: (looks in the mirror) Nice! Thanks, sis. I'm going to show Dylan! (runs out of the room)

Alice: But you promised you'd help me with my- oh forget it.

(Dylan, is in the living room with Elise. They are both already dressed and ready. Dylan is in a black suit with a blue tie, and Elise is wearing a light blue, off the shoulder dress with glittery accents)

Dylan: Tonight is going to be so good!

Elise: I know! I'm so excited.

Mary: (comes running in) Hey, guys!

Dylan and Elise: Hey!

Mary: Oh, my gosh. You two look amazing!

Elise: Aw, thanks!

Dylan: You don't look too bad yourself.

Mary: (blushes) Really? Thank you! Alice helped me with my hair.

Elise: Well, she did a great job!

Dylan: Yeah, looks great. Where is she?

Mary: In the bedroom still. Oh, crap! I forgot I was supposed to help with her makeup! I should get back to that. Bye, guys. (leaves the living room)

Dylan: Uh, bye. (to Elise) That was weird…

Elise: Oh, she's just excited. Don't mind her.

(10 MINUTES LATER - Everyone is ready, and Alice's dad, Victor, has agreed to drive Alice, Dylan and Elise to their prom, while her mum, Jenna has decided to drive Mary to her prom. They are now all outside taking pictures)

Jenna: Say cheese!

Alice and Mary: Cheese!

Jenna: (takes picture) There we go! (looks at the photos) Aw, my girls look beautiful.

Alice: Let me see!

(While Jenna shows Alice the pictures she took of her and Mary, Mary sneaks up behind Dylan with her phone)

Mary: SELFIE!

Dylan: AH!

(Mary takes a picture of herself with Dylan screaming beside her. Elise comes over and takes a look. She bursts out laughing)

Elise: (giggling) That is a keeper right there.

(Eventually everyone heads back inside the house)

Dylan: We should probably start thinking of making our way soon.

Alice: Yeah, you're right. Wait, M. When does your school's prom start again?

Mary: (checks the time on her phone) In about half an hour.

Alice: Then you should head off first. Go get mom.

Mary: Will do! (leaves the room)

Elise: Hope you have fun, Mary!

Mary: (from the corridor) See you guys later!

(Soon, Mary leaves with Jenna. Dylan, Alice and Elise hang out in the living room, laughing and chatting together, when all of a sudden, the doorbell rings)

Alice: Are either of you expecting someone?

Elise: Uh, no.

Dylan: Mmmm. (thinks for a minute) Who wants to get it?

Alice: You should get it, Dylan. You're closer to the door.

Dylan: What?!

Alice: You heard me.

Dylan: (sighs) El? Would you get the door?

Elise: Sure, Dylan. (leaves)

Alice: Why can't you get the door, Dylan?

Dylan: Didn't want to get up.

Alice: You're literally the only person in here that isn't wearing heels…

Dylan: Whatever. (pauses) Do you really want to see who's at the door, too? Or is it just me?

Alice: (smiles and nods) Come on. (stands up and grabs Dylan's arm) Let's go see.

(They make their way to the front door and find Elise still standing there, clearly shocked at who it is. It's Bret, already dressed for prom as well. He's wearing a dark grey suit with a black tie)

Alice: Hey, girl. What's going on?

Elise: I, um- Look who's here, guys!

Bret: Hey!

Dylan: What's up, man?

Bret: Nothing much.

(There's an uncomfortable silence within the group. Bret and Elise have their eyes fixed on each other, unable to think or speak or look away)

Alice: (whispers to Elise) So, we gonna let him in or what?

Elise: (out loud) Oh, yeah! Yeah, come in.

Bret: Cool. (gets inside) You guys all look great, by the way.

Elise: So do you.

Alice: (teasingly) Oooooh…

Elise: Shh! (whispers to Alice and Dylan) Neither of you guys invited him?

Alice: (whispers back) Of course not!

Dylan: Don't be angry.

Elise: It was you?!

Dylan: No! I mean… I didn't invite him. But I had an inkling that he'd stop by.

Elise: You did?

Alice: How?

Dylan: Let's discuss it later.

Alice: HOW?

Dylan: Have you girls forgotten that he's literally standing right behind us?!

The talk

(Slight rewind to Elise answering the door. She is shocked to see who it is)

Elise: Bret?

Bret: Hey.

Elise: Uh… hey.

(Neither know what to say next)

Elise: Wha-er. Why are you-

Alice: (pos up unexpectedly) Hey, girl. What's going on?

Elise: I, um- Look who's here, guys!

Bret: Hey!

Dylan: What's up, man?

Bret: Nothing much.

Alice: (whispers to Elise) So, we gonna let him in or what?

Elise: (out loud) Oh, yeah! Yeah, come in.

Bret: Cool. (gets inside) You guys all look great, by the way.

Elise: So do you.

Alice: (teasingly) Oooooh…

Elise: Shh! (whispers to Alice and Dylan) Neither of you guys invited him?

Alice: (whispers back) Of course not!

Dylan: Don't be angry.

Elise: It was you?!

Dylan: No! I mean… I didn't invite him. But I had an inkling that he'd stop by.

Elise: You did?

Alice: How?

Dylan: Let's discuss it later.

Alice: HOW?

Dylan: Have you girls forgotten that he's literally standing right behind us?!

Bret: You guys alright?

Alice: Yeah, yeah. We just weren't expecting you.

Bret: Right… I probably should've called or something. But I did mention to Dylan tha-

Dylan: NOTHING. You mentioned nothing to me.

Bret: But we texted last night-

Alice: Dylan, what is he talking about?

Dylan: You know what, Alice? I think that you and I should go to the kitchen. Get some prosecco or something.

Alice: Oh, but I don't pregame.

Dylan: Then let's just go to the kitchen and do nothing. (takes her hand) Come on!

Alice: Why, though?

Dylan: 'Cause I said so.

Bret: Can I come?

Dylan: NO! You stay here with El. Come on, Ally. (they both leave)

Bret: Weird…

Elise: Yeah. So…

Bret: So… look at you!

Elise: (chuckles) Oh, stop.

Bret: You literally look stunning.

Elise: (blushing) Thanks, B. But why are you here?

Bret: (avoids the question) Light blue is actually your colour.

Elise: (shakes her head, but can't help but smile) Oh my gosh…

Bret: You look… ethereal. Did I use that word correctly?

Elise: Uh, yeah.

Bret: Ok, good.

Elise: You didn't answer my question, though.

Bret: Right! Remind me what that was again?

Elise: Why are you here?

Bret: Oh.

Elise: I mean, you weren't invited. Not saying you're not welcome, or anything. It's good to see you. I just didn't think you'd come over.

Bret: Well, I wanted to see you.

Elise: How did you even know I'd be at Alice's place, anyway?

Bret: Dylan told me.

Elise: So he DID invite you.

Bret: No, it was my choice. He just told me you'd be here.

Elise: Oh. 'Kay.

Bret: You sure you're happy to see me? 'Cause you're not exactly acting like you are…

Elise: (sighs) I don't even know how I feel anymore. (sits on the sofa)

Bret: (sits beside her) What do you mean?

Elise: I don't know. Part of me feels like I'm overreacting. I mean, I asked you for honesty and you gave it to me. I should be able to handle it, right?

Bret: I mean, it's ok if you are upset. You have every right to be.

Elise: I just feel like I'm always stuck in the middle… while also being constantly left in the dark. I'm not even specifically referring to you here - I've felt this way for pretty much my whole life. You get used to people keeping things from you "for your own good." And you kind of get left to the side to figure out how to deal with things all on your own. Half the time, you're not even sure you're doing it right.

Bret: Are you talking about your parents?

Elise: (nods) Kind of. I love them, and I know they love me. But I never felt like I could talk to them about anything… except schoolwork, I guess. And they're really protective. Parents want their kids to feel safe and happy all the time. My parents kind of go out of their way to shield me from things… sometimes, they'd even lie to me. And you know, if there are problems going on around you, they eventually come to light in some way or another. Kids are impressionable, but they aren't stupid.

Bret: You know, the more you talk about how you and your brother grew up, the more I wonder how he ended up the way he did… like, he's so different from you.

Elise: It doesn't surprise me too much. Adam's always been a bit of a rebel.

Bret: Huh.

Elise: I think the reason I value the relationships I have outside my house is because when I'm with my other friends, it's the only time in my life that I don't feel this way. You know, like everyone around me is trying to coddle me? I'm appreciated as I am, and I'm seen as a mature and sensible person capable of making their own choices. You avoiding me because you didn't want to hurt me…

Bret: It reminds you of how your parents treat you.

Elise: Yeah. I guess that's the main reason I was so upset about it.

Bret: Man… I had no idea it was that deep.

Elise: Well, how could you? It's not something I really talk about. I don't want to make it seem like my parents are soooo terrible… I love them so much! They're such amazing people. I just… I don't want my friends to treat me like I'm some fragile, broken thing that needs protection all the time. And I don't want my boyfriend to treat me like that either.

Bret: (smiles) Message received.

Elise: Yeah?

Bret: Yep. I'll try not to let it happen again.

Elise: (smiles) Cool.

Bret: I'm sorry I messed up, El. That's why I'm here. To tell you to your face that what I did was wrong, and that I'm sorry. And that I feel like an idiot for not going to you sooner. And that I missed you, and I hate it when we're not talking.

Elise: I missed you, too.

Bret: Promise me we'll never let things get this bad again.

Elise: Of course. I promise. I hate not talking to you, too.

Bret: Cool. So, we're good?

(Elise doesn't say anything back, but she leans forward and kisses Bret on the lips. Bret kisses her back)

Bret: Should I take that as a yes?

Elise: We're good, yeah. (giggles) You want to go join the others in the kitchen and do nothing with them for a while?

Bret: (smiles) Let's go.

(The two get up and leave the room hand in hand)

Party time!

(Alice's dad, Victor, drops the crew off at the prom venue. Many of their classmates and friends from school are already there, taking pictures out in the gardens. At the entrance, there are a few teachers handing out purple wristbands. Alice notices this and walks over to them, curious)

Alice: Hey, Mr Leon! Hey, Mrs Brown!

Mr Leon: Alice! You look lovely!

Mrs Brown: That dress looks amazing on you Alice!

Alice: Thank you! Uh, so… what are the wristbands for?

Mr Leon: Oh, these are for the 18-year-olds. So the guys at the bar know who they can sell drinks to.

Alice: So… I'm not getting one, then.

Mrs Brown: I'm afraid not, Alice. Sorry.

Alice: I hate being a summer child sometimes… (walks sadly back to her friends and prom date) Why does my birthday have to happen right at the END of the school year?!

(Several pictures later - Alice, Bret, Dylan and Elise enter the building with the rest of their classmates and friends. Alice and Dylan find a table, and Elise eventually joins them. Some upbeat music is playing, but nobody is dancing yet)

Elise: Everybody looks so good, oh my gosh…

Alice: Yeah. Shame everybody's being so boring, though.

Dylan: How do you mean?

Alice: Well, we're all just sitting down.

(Bret comes back with some drinks)

Bret: Found the bar!

Elise: We knew you would!

Bret: This one's for you, (passes one to Elise), and for you, (passes one to Dylan), and me! (sits down beside Elise)

Dylan: Thanks, man!

Alice: What about me?

Bret: Crap, I knew I forgot something! (stands up)

Elise: It's ok, Ally. You can have mine. (passes her drink to Alice)

Alice: Thanks, girl.

Bret: I'm still buying you another one, El. (leaves)

Elise: (calls after him) I know you will!

Dylan: You know what, Ally? If things don't pick up any time soon, we can always resort to plan B.

Elise: What's that?

Alice: Dylan and I choreographed a dance.

Dylan: Well, technically Mary choreographed it. But Ally's a way better dancer than she is.

Alice: I'm telling her you said that.

Dylan: (laughs) Shut up!

(Bret eventually returns with Elise's drink, as well as some snacks from the canteen nearby. Soon, "OMG" by Usher starts playing)

Alice: I think now's a good time for plan B.

Dylan: (smiles) May I have this dance?

Alice: (stands up) You may!

(The two head over to the dance floor and perform an incredibly impressive hip hop dance routine that gets their friends and fellow classmates and teachers pumped up. Once the song is over, everyone is on the dance floor and joining in on the party)

Bret: You want to dance with me, El?

Elise: Oh, no thanks. I'm good.

Bret: Oh, come on. Don't you want to have fun?

Elise: I'm having fun!

Bret: But you're not doing anything…

Elise: Sure I am. I'm eating your food. (she deliberately takes a snack from his plate and eats it)

Bret: Hey! I'm being serious. You've barely touched your drink. Or any of your food. You sure you're ok?

Elise: What are you talking about? I'm fine! See? (takes a sip of her drink, struggles to swallow) Man, why do people enjoy alcohol?

Bret: I think people just get used to it, you know? They drink it so much that they forget that it's bad. Or it eventually starts to taste good to them, or something…

Elise: Hmmm.

Bret: You sure you don't want to dance?

Elise: Yep.

Bret: Why?

Elise: I'm just not in the mood, bro.

Bret: Ugh… fine. I guess I'll just have to go and dance by myself… (starts to walk away) All alone…

Elise: Have fun!

Bret: Soooo lonely…

Meghan: Hi, Bret! Do you want to dance with me?

Bret: (smiles) Sure! (takes her hand)

(The two go join the others on the dance floor. Elise watches them leave)

Elise: (rolls her eyes, murmurs to herself) Git.

(A few dances later, Elise and Alice go to the photo booth together and take a lot of fun pictures with crazy props)

Alice: (laughs) Ok, let's do one more set, with the cowboy hats.

Elise: (smiles, puts her hat on) Tonight's been really fun, hasn't it?

Alice: Well, yeah. For me. But you've barely done anything…

Elise: Oh, come on. I've done a few things.

Alice: I had to beg you to do THIS with me!

Elise: I know! I just… I guess I'm not much of a party person, that's all. I'm sorry.

Alice: You're not still upset with Bret, are you?

Elise: No, no. It's not that. It's just… I don't know. I just feel uncomfortable. I don't know why.

Alice: Well, whatever it is, you've got to at least try to loosen up, alright? Tonight is supposed to be fun! And after everything we've all been through this year, we deserve to have at least one night to just forget about our troubles and have a good time.

Elise: You're right. I'll try and let it go. (sighs) So, let's talk about you.

Alice: What about me?

Elise: Is there anything going on with you? And Dylan, maybe?

Alice: What are you- no! Nothing's going on with him.

Elise: 'Kay. You sure, though? 'Cause it looked like there was something.

Alice: There really isn't, El. He and I agreed to go to prom together as friends. That's all we are.

Elise: I know. I just… it seems like he likes you as more than that.

Alice: (slowly realising) It… does, doesn't it?

Elise: Yeah. And this is coming from somebody that sucks at picking up on those kinds of things. He's into you.

Alice: (shakes her head) Oh, I'm sure it's nothing.

Elise: Well, how do you feel about him?

Alice: I dunno… I mean, he's my friend, isn't he? I've never really seen him as anything other than that.

Elise: Come on… really?

Alice: Yeah! Don't get me wrong, though, he's super nice. And tall… and I guess he's pretty decent-looking, too. Like, he's pretty cute.

Elise: Plus, he's athletic. So you know he's fit.

Alice: Yeah! And he's an incredible friend. I don't know whether it's because he's been staying at my place for a while now, or what, but I feel like I can literally talk to him about anything. And that's pretty special, you know? I don't have that kind of bond with many people in my life, and it's nice to have that with him.

Elise: Right. And you don't want to get with him because…

Alice: Well, dating always complicates things!

Elise: Oh, that's not true!

Alice: Isn't it?

Elise: Sure it isn't! (pauses) Wait. Let me think of a good example…

Alice: I don't want things to change, El. My relationship with Dylan is fine as it is. Plus, my sister would hate me…

Elise: What do you mean?

Alice: Mary's obsessed with Dylan. Like, she's in love with him.

Elise: But Dylan doesn't like Mary, Alice. He likes you.

Alice: How can you be so sure?

Elise: What, aside from the fact that he asked you to prom?

Alice: As friends!

(Eventually, the girls stop arguing and finish taking their photos. They head back to their table and join Bret and Dylan. Alice sits beside Dylan on one side of the table, and he shows her some pictures he took on his phone. Elise sits beside Bret)

Elise: (smiles) Bret! Hi.

Bret: Hey. (puts his arm around her as soon as she sits down)

Elise: So, how was Meg?

Bret: Good, good. Way too bouncy for me, though. I would've had more fun with you.

Elise: Aw, good answer. (rests her head on his shoulder)

Bret: (kisses her forehead) El, why don't you want to dance with me? You're not still upset about before, are you?

Elise: No! Honest.

Bret: Is there something wrong?

Elise: It's just… this is not my usual scene. I've never been much of a party person, you know that. Like, I usually sit by myself during parties and things.

Bret: I know, but this is prom!

Elise: It's not just that. I also suck at dancing. And you know me, I don't feel confident doing something unless I know I can do a decent job at it.

Bret: Ah…

Elise: I guess I just overthink everything when I'm in settings like these… I don't allow myself to relax and have fun 'cause I'm just constantly worried that I'm not doing it right.

Bret: I see. Well, the good thing is, there is no set way of having fun correctly. Everybody enjoys different things. Like, to you, your definition of fun is staying up really late and reading fantasy novels.

Elise: (nods) That does sound like fun to me!

Bret: But to me, that sounds like a mental breakdown waiting to happen.

(Elise bursts out laughing)

Bret: What?! I need my sleep! And if I wanted to enjoy a fantasy story, I'd just rewatch the Dragon Hunter franchise from scratch.

Elise: Ugh, you and that series…

Bret: It's a good series, El.

(A slow song starts playing)

Dylan: You want to dance with me, Ally? (extends his hand to her)

Alice: (blushes) Ok, then. (takes his hand and leaves the table with him)

Elise: Yes, get it!

Alice: (embarrassed) Ok, that's enough…

Elise: (giggles) Have fun, you two.

Bret: Can we dance, too?

Elise: I don't know…

Bret: Don't overthink it. Just relax and have fun.

Elise: (smiles) Alright, then. Let's go.

(Both pairs take to the floor and dance. Dylan and Alice start talking)

Alice: So this is nice.

Dylan: Yeah, it is. I love dancing with you.

Alice: (blushed) Likewise. You're my favourite dance partner ever.

Dylan: But I'm not a trained dancer like you.

Alice: That's one of the reasons why I like you the most! I'll always be the better dancer when I perform with you.

Dylan: Bruh-

Alice: (laughs) No, but seriously, you've got skills. You're super talented for someone that doesn't take lessons or anything.

Dylan: Yeah?

Alice: Yeah!

Dylan: You're too kind. (smiles) I bet you're just saying that to be nice.

Alice: No! I actually mean it.

Dylan: You're still better than me, though.

Alice: Well, yeah. Of course I am. But you're almost as good as I am, if it makes you feel any better.

Dylan: Oh, shut up…. no I'm not. You're honestly one of the best dancers I've ever seen.

Alice: (blushes) Oh, stop it.

Dylan: I mean it, honestly. Watching you dance is like, my favourite thing to do. Aside from playing video games. Or football.

Alice: You're so sweet, Dylan.

(The two slowly lean in, and are just about to kiss, before Alice feels a sudden wave of nausea and dizziness)

Alice: Oh, my God… (rubs her temples)

Dylan: What's wrong?

Alice: I don't feel so hot.

Dylan: What do you-

(Alice runs off before he finishes his sentence. Bret and Elise, who were dancing nearby, notice this, and they stop what they're doing to go and check on Alice with Dylan)

The End of Year Awards

(Alice is back at the table with her friends, and she's feeling a lot better. She threw up because she had a bit too much to drink… after she drank Elise's cup, she finished Dylan's and then Bret bought her a second cup. She decides not to dance anymore and to just sit and rest for the remainder of the evening. The others insist on staying with her)

Alice: Thanks again for your help, guys.

Elise: Of course! We'll always be here for you.

Alice: You know I'm going to be fine here, right? Like, you don't need to stay here with me. You don't have to stop dancing just because I did.

Dylan: Are you kidding me? We are not leaving your side. (takes her hand)

Bret: How are you feeling now?

Alice: Mostly ok. My tummy feels weird, though. And my head hurts like hell…

Bret: (nods) That'll be a million times worse by tomorrow, yeah.

Alice: How reassuring. Thanks, Bret.

Bret: (pats her shoulder in support) No problem!

Headmaster Stein: Hey, everyone! Thanks so much for coming. Are we having a good time?

(Everyone cheers and claps in response)

Headmaster Stein: Great to hear! I'm sorry to say that it is nearly 11, which means that we'll be wrapping prom up very soon… but not before we start handing out the end-of-year awards!

Bret: This should be good… bet I won't win anything, though.

Headmaster Stein: First of all, "Most Likely to Win X-Factor…"

Elise: Oh, come on, B. You could win this one.

Bret: But I'm a terrible singer!

Elise: No, you're not…

Headmaster Stein: The winner is… Meghan Holliday!

(Everyone applauds Meghan as she gets up to receive her award. She gives a quick thank you speech and sits back down with her friends and Jason, her date)

Elise: Meg is a pretty good singer, though.

Bret: Plus, she shares a last name with one of the most iconic jazz artists in jazz history.

Headmaster Stein: "Most Fashionable Student…"

(A few minutes of awards later…)

Headmaster Stein: "Most Likely to be on Jeremy Kyle."

Dylan: (to Bret) Ok, man. This is the one for you!

Bret: I'll take what I can get at this point, let's go.

Headmaster Stein: Bretton Carter!

Bret: YES!

(He takes the stage and accepts his award with a smile. Then, he begins his speech)

Bret: You guys voted wisely! Most likely to be on Jeremy Kyle… Yo, that’s quite an achievement. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be on the most thrilling and educational show on TV?

(Everyone laughs)

And I think I'll end it here… only because this is getting really, really long lol. I have more prom scenes (and Elise, Alice and Dylan all won awards, too! They got "Best Academic Student," "Most Improved Student" and "Most Likely to Win an Olympic Medal" respectively), but this is the basic gist of how the night went for these kids. They had fun! (I'm glad. They all really deserve it!)

Bret and Elise have made up (but they haven't really discussed Steph at all… that will be covered next time), and he has also patched things up with his aunt. And Alice and Dylan seem to be getting closer as well. I love writing cute shippy moments so much lol. But I also love showcasing the close friendship that these characters have. I think that's why I loved writing this part most of all… it's nice to just write this group of friends just having a good time together as friends.

Next time, we're going to be finding out what Steph got up to while her besties were dancing the night away. Stay tuned!

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can you do a fic where reader unintentionally breaks one of the rules by accident so she has to be punished but the punishment is being ignored by BOTH wanda AND nat and reader is uncomfortable with being ignored because it makes her feel invisible and like she's a ghost so like this is what happens, reader breaks a rule in front of wanda and nat but reader doesn't realize she broke a rule but wanda and nat punish reader without telling reader first, and they punish her by not acknowledging her presence and stuff then reader just breaks and starts crying and stuff, she's really upset until nat and wanda cave in and see what's wrong with reader because they didnt know that reader didnt realize she broke a rule and her punishment was being ignored by them

also nat is dom, wanda is switch (like wanda is sub to nat but dom to reader) and reader is sub also nat, wanda and reader are in a poly dom/sub relationship and dating

Oh my god is this ✨smut with a developed storyline✨?

Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff ~ 3rd Wheel

Warnings: debatable toxic traits, feelings of abandonment and unlove, fingering, praise, oral and hints of overstimulation

2.4k words

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You giggled as Sam made stupid sound effects every time he paused in telling his story. You were pretty sure the story wasn’t true but hearing him tell it was entertaining enough. He put his hand on your forearm as he laughed at his own comeback to some apparently ‘very real’ character in the story and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. That was until your other arm was grabbed and pulled you to your feet. 

“It’s late, we should go.” Natasha said curtly. You nodded and said goodbye to Sam with a tight hug and followed after the Russian as Wanda joined her at her side. 

“How did your meeting go?” You teased the redheads. Officially, what you had just attended was a party. Unofficially, it was a chance for Natasha and Wanda to gather more intel for a future mission that they had been working on for months. Tony, to no one’s surprise, was more than happy to help by hosting the party and it was just like any other to everyone else. You had missed your girlfriend’s company at first, but had eventually started socializing with the others and the night had flown by. 

When you were met with silence you assumed you didn’t hear either of their responses over the music so you sped up your steps slightly to stick close by. Once you got to the car you knew they were in a bad mood. It was one thing when one of them was mad but both of them was a whole other storm. Not that it was always bad. Sometimes they would take that anger out on you in the bedroom and you had secretly been dying to be fucked like that for a while. 

You tried to make conversation a few times, telling the pair about Sam’s story and how it was probably about as real as fairies but they still didn’t respond. Of course, you had no idea that these things were just making them madder and that Wanda and Natasha were communicating silently most of the time, discussing the meeting as they ignored you. You gave up eventually and gazed out the window as you fiddled with the fabric of your dress. 

Once you were home things only seemed to get worse. “I made dinner before we left.” You said as you looked under the grill to find that the three served plates were still fine and put them on the counter. You had cooked before getting ready because you knew your girlfriends were busy and were going to be hungry when they got home. You glanced at the two women to see Natasha undoing her girlfriend’s zipper and placing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. You smiled at the tender site. 

“Hey, where’s my kiss?” You teased as Natasha started towards the bedroom but shouldered right past you. You looked to Wanda but she didn’t spare you a glance either as she strolled through the apartment to your shared bedroom. You watched them go with a dry mouth and dragged yourself to the bathroom where you struggled to undo the zipper of your dress before finally succeeding after five minutes of struggling and sore arms. One of the redheads usually did it for you before you could even think to ask.  

You stepped into the shower and tried to focus on the feeling of the hot water running down your body, hoping it would distract you from the dull ache near your heart. It didn’t work. You wondered if you had done anything to annoy them at the party but could think of nothing. With a disgruntled sigh, you turned off the water and stepped out of the safety of the shower. You quickly dried off and tiptoed to your now-empty bedroom to change into your pajamas. 

When you went back into the kitchen you found only one of the plates was left. You glanced over at the living area to see Wanda and Natasha curled up together on the couch under a blanket as they watched TV and ate the food you made. They could have at least warmed mine up. You grumbled to yourself as you put it in the microwave and made yourself a drink. You trudged over to the couch but Wanda extended her legs to cover the free space just as you were about to sit down. You looked up at them both but their eyes were still glued to the TV. 

You sat down tentatively on the armchair closest to the couch and started taking small bites of your food. You weren’t paying attention to the screen at all. Instead, your eyes kept flickering to the two redheads curled up on the couch together. They looked so warm and tender laying together. You wished so desperately you could be with them, but instead you just felt like an outsider. That had always been a big insecurity for you. Wanda and Natasha were both Avengers and you were just a normal citizen. You often wondered if you ever felt like a burden, the weak part of their relationship. You could never understand their lives the way they could, you could only watch. Usually, you would voice your concerns and insecurities to them and they would assure you to no end that they loved you more than anything. However speaking had gotten you nowhere that night, so you kept it to yourself. 

You sat in the living room for hours. You wanted to go to bed so badly. You were utterly exhausted and your eyes were starting to hurt from the lights in the room you wanted to be shielded from. But you were determined not to go until the other two did. You wanted to be curled up between them both like you always were. You wanted to feel safe and secure and most of all loved. 

Finally, Natasha turned off the television and stretched out like a cat on the couch before standing and making her way to the bedroom, leading Wanda by the hand. You put your uneaten plate of food on the side to deal with the next day, too tired to even think about it at that moment. The pair instantly dropped down into bed and Natasha held Wanda tightly as she rested her head on the Russian’s chest. You gazed down at them longingly but forced yourself into bed besides them. You reached out your hand to tug weakly on their shirts, desperate for any kind of acknowledgement but received none. You withdrew your hand and held it up to your chest as you watched the pair. How long had they been craving time to themselves? 

You slowly got out from under the covers and left the room without feeling their usual fond gazes on your back. You lingered in the hallway before glancing back and saw Natasha tracing circles on Wanda’s back. You gulped back tears and made your way to the spare bedroom where you slept alone for the first time in months. 

*

You didn’t get up until lunch the next day. You didn’t feel like doing anything, especially not facing your girlfriend. You wanted to stay out of their way to give them the alone time they so clearly needed.

When you had finally dragged yourself out of bed and into the hallway you froze. Wanda’s moans could be heard clearly from your bedroom followed by sharp cries of Natasha’s name. You stood rooted to the spot as the pain in your chest grew worse. Since they had so keenly invited you into their relationship. The pair had never once done anything sexual without you. At first you had been flattered and insisted that you were okay if they wanted to do things by themselves every once in a while but eventually you had grown used to how things were. You had grown used to being included in everything. 

Numbly, you made yourself a hot chocolate in hopes of it raising your spirits. Not long after you had finished, your girlfriends came wandering into the kitchen with a new glow. 

“Do you want a drink?” You piped up, you could at least be helpful. Wanda grabbed something from the fridge as Natasha took out a glass from the cupboard and spun around to kiss her girlfriend on the lips with a soft giggle. Wanda smiled against her and hummed when Natasha’s tongue teased the Sokovian’s lower lip. 

“I love you.” Natasha hummed and Wanda smiled with a blush as she said the words back. 

“I- I love you too.” You added and took a desperate step towards them both, holding out your hands to them but they separated and started to stroll back into the living room. You watched on as tears sprung to your eyes. They didn’t say it back. They always said it back. “Please.” You whispered though you may have well have been talking to a wall. You whimpered quietly and weakly made your way to the guest room where you closed the door and fell down onto the bed, not being able to stop the tears streaming down your face. You curled up on yourself and hugged your duvet as close to your body as possible, needing something to cling onto like a lifeline. 

You didn’t hear the door open through your muffled weeping. You did feel the gentle pair of hands on your waist and the dip in the bed either side of you. Your head shot up and you looked between the pair in panic, fearing they were going to tell you to go elsewhere for the day or even forever. Wanda shushed you softly and held your dampened cheeks in her hands. 

“It’s okay, honey.” Wanda cooed and you whimpered as you tried to enjoy what you assumed was the last time she would hold you. “We’re not going anywhere and neither are you.” You peered at her cautiously and then Natasha who nodded gently. 

“We’re sorry, baby. Sam was getting a little too handsy last night and you didn’t seem to notice.” Natasha explained carefully. You remembered the brief moment he had touched your waist and frowned at the memory. 

“And you know letting people touch what isn’t theirs is breaking a rule.” You nodded slowly as Wanda added on.

“So your punishment was being ignored by us so you could learn but we took it too far.” Natasha admitted.

“And we never told you what was happening. We’re so sorry we made you feel this way, sweetie. We love you so much.” Wanda said as she kissed you softly on the lips as Natasha lay down behind you and wrapped her arms protectively around your waist. 

“So so much.” She added. 

“Promise?” You asked and Wanda lay down to join you and wipe your tears away. 

“Always.” 

“Let us show you.” Natasha whispered against your neck and you nodded as she rolled you gently onto your back and began planting soft kisses along your neck, occasionally lingering on patches of skin to suck dark bruises into them. Wanda titled your head towards you and kissed you slowly, cherishing the taste of you and wanting to reclaim all that she could. 

Natasha’s hands started to wander down your stomach and landed at the hem of your sweatpants that she easily surpassed along with your panties. You gasped when you felt her fingers run along your folds and up to your clit. You bucked your hips and moaned against Wanda when she applied some pressure, all while the Sokovian started to retrace her girlfriend’s steps by running her hands across your breasts. Her thumbs brushed against your hardened nipples and she hummed against you. 

Natasha finally pushed two fingers past your folds and relished in the slick that coated them instantly. She curled them gently inside you and withdrew to start about making a consistent pace that had you melting beneath them both. 

“That’s it, sweetie.” Wanda assured in the most loving tone you had ever heard from her. 

“Taking me so well. Our best girl.” Natasha hummed and withdrew her fingers. You whined softly but shushed when Natasha brought her fingers up to Wanda’s lips and slid them inside. The Sokovian hummed in delight around Natasha’s fingers, eagerly licking her slender digits before retreating to start down your body, determined to gain an unfiltered taste. 

Wanda pulled your sweatpants and panties off completely and kissed up your thighs softly, taking her time in treasuring you just as Natasha had done with your neck. She gleamed at the sight before her and didn’t hesitate to lick a long strip between your folds. You mewled in Natasha’s hold as Wanda moaned against you. “Always so sweet.” She dipped her tongue inside of you and you clenched around her muscle with a gasp.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for us.” Natasha praised softly as she started to rub your clit with her free hand. You bucked against both their movements, feeling beautifully overwhelmed by it all. Wanda’s tongue flicked inside you and you moaned loudly into the air, tempting Natasha to quieten you with a kiss while your other girlfriend continued to work between your legs that were beginning to shake. 

“Please.” You whined as you felt your high approaching. The pair smiled at one another as they continued to please you. 

“I can feel you clenching my tongue.” Wanda mused.

“Go ahead and cum for us, baby.” You did as you were told without a second’s delay. You moaned loudly into the air as you shuddered against the bed and came undone on Wanda’s tongue. The pair helped you ride out your high and into another orgasm relentlessly. They didn’t let up, making you cum again and once more, leaving you feeling utterly exhausted and overworked. 

“That’s it, darling. You did so good for us.” Wanda praised as she fell down besides you and they both held you protectively. 

“We love you.” Natasha muttered softly and you smiled.

“I love you both too.” You hummed, enjoying the warmth of your girlfriends’ comfort.

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Faking it - Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader

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Warnings: sexual references, alcohol, cursing

summary: In which Trent has a hilarious reaction when he finds out his girlfriend has been faking it.

„Fuck me.“ you heard Trent curse from the living room after the sound of yet another christmas ornament being shattered on the ground.

You chuckled, wiping your hands on your aprin as you closed the oven. Finally done with all the baking, the kitchen now looking like an absolute nightmare. Covered in flour from head to toe you made your way to what only could be described as a crime scene.

Trent was standing in the middle of the living room, boxes ripped open all around him, ornaments laying around everywhere and the christmas tree looking rather sad. Only about three ornaments hanging and the twinkly lights oddly wrapped around it.

„Honey…“ you sighed, leaning against the doorframe as you looked at your stressed out boyfriend.

„It‘s impossible…“ he looked at you, a golden ornament in his hand „I hate this tree and I hate the stupid glass ornaments. Why couldn’t you have just bought plastic ones?“

You chuckled, knowing he was just frustrated with himself „Because I thought we were old enough for real ornaments Trent.“

Trent made his way over to you, his face now only inches away from yours. You could see glitter was all over his face and had to krep from laughing. Oh boy, that was gonna be hard to get off.

„I’m not old enough, you see…“ he chuckled, pointing at the shattered glass on the ground.

You giggled, shaking your head before giving Trent a quick peck on the lips. Pulling away his eyes where closed and he was pouting, signaling he had wanted the kiss to be a real one. You rolled your eyes, removing his grasp from your waist.

„Come on Trent, your friends are gonna be here soon.“ you sighed, walking out the living room backwards.

„Ah, fuck them…“ Trent sighed and you could still hear his cursing all the way in the kitchen.

It felt like a relief when the guests finally arrived, having cleaned, decorated and cooked the entire day.

Trent was wearing all black while you choose to be a little more daring in a red dress. All the lights and candles where lit and your living room looked quite festive. There was jazz playing quietly in the background and the whole house smelled like cookies. Trent and you actually did a pretty decent job.

You were handing out glasses of champagne to Trents teammates and friends and their girlfriends while Trent was showing of his christmas tree to Robertson and Hendo.

„Everything looks so nice Y/N!“ Perrie complimented you as you were handing her and Ox a glass of wine.

„Thank you honey…“ you smiled, looking at the gorgeous blonde „You look lovely Perrie.“

The two of you went on to small talk as the guys were discussing something football related. Rachel, who was Robertsons wife, soon joined you. You asked them about their kids as they both were mothers. Sadly Hendersons wife hadn’t been able to join as she had caught the flu and was at home with the kids.

After long conversations and a nice and super delicious dinner everyone gathered in the living room once again. Drinks in their hands as they all snuggled up under the blankets, appreciating the christmas tree. Looking at it a little longer you noticed it was a little crooked but you kept that to yourself as Trent was so proud of it

You rested your head against Trents chest as you could feel it goingup and down. Inhaling his scent, that you loved so much. His arms wrapped around you as he held you close. This truly was your safe place.

You were way too full from all the delicious food and the alcohol was making you a little drowsy when the guys suddenly made an announcement.

„I have an idea.“ Robertson then spoke up as he took out his phone „Let’s play a game.“

Hendo and Ox both cheered on the idea as you sighed. You were way too tired.

„You wanna go to bed?“ Trent whispered into your ear before planting a kiss on the temple of your cheek as he caressed your upper arm.

You looked up at him, a slight smile forming on your lips „No it’s fine honey.“

Trent smiled before placing his lips onto yours. You relaxed into the kiss shortly before hearing the guys uproar from behind you.

„Oh, come on Trent and Y/n!“ Robertson yelled and Ox added „You can get busy later!“

Perrie hitting him in the shoulder in a joking manner „Stop it.“

You pulled away from Trent, rolling your eyes as you snuggled up against him again. What a bunch of mood killers.

„So what do you wanna play?“ Trent cleared his throat as he shifted around the couch a little,trying to get comfortable with you on him.

„Never have I ever.“

Hendo and Ox had made the strongest drinks you had ever had as you all passed eachother the phone reading the stupid and mostly sexual statements. You did have a good laugh though and after a short while everyone was at least a little tipsy.

„Never have I ever recieved nudes.“ Perrie read from the phone as she giggled, playing with the ends of her hair.

„What kind of question ist that.“ Hendo rolled his eyes before taking a sip „I mean I unwillingly recieve them all day over on instagram.“

The guys all laughed as they each took a sip of their drinks. So did all the girls, including you. It was the modern age, what could you say.

Perrie handed over the phone to you as you read the next question. Widening your eyes as you wanted to swipe to the next one but Trents hand abruptly grabbed yours, stopping you from doing so.

„Why would you swipe that?“ Trent asked with furrowed brows as you nervously shrugged your shoulders. Trying to act nonchalant as your boyfriend looked rather suspicious.

You cleared your throat to get everyone’s attention, feeling Trent study you from the side.

„Okay.“ you started, pressing your drink close to your chest „Never have I ever faked an orgasm…with my current partner.“

There was a minute of silence as Perrie started awkwardly laughing. You could still feel Trent stare at you.

„With Ox…“ Perrie sighed, nibbling on the rim of her glass „I don’t think so actually.“

„Me neither.“ Rachel shrugged and Robertson looked like he was just declared king of the world.

„Well, I think the answer is clear for us guys.“ Hendo laughed, shaking his head „It‘s kind of impossible.“

And just when you thought all eyes were on him, you took a quick sip from your drink. You thought you had been careful but just a moment later you could hear Trent gasp next to you. Oh, damn it!

Then his arm was abruptly removed from your shoulder and when you faced him you could only describe it as looking in the eyes of a lost puppy.

„You faked it?“ he asked, sounding truly hurt as you shifted around the couch uncomfortably. Putting on an awkward smile, feeling everyone look at you.

„Trent…“ you whispered, not wanting to have this conversation infront of everybody „It’s not that big a deal.“

„Yes it is!“ Trent squealed as you put your hand on his knee. Your boyfriend removing it shortly after, in a rather sassy manner.

„No it’s not…“ you sighed, he was cleary drunk or else he‘d never cause a scene like this. He was a shy guy and rarely talked about sex infront of his friends. „It’s just a lot more complicated for women. There are a lot of factors that have to be just right…“

„Then what factor am I not reaching?“ he slurred and you rolled your eyes. It wasn’t like that „I mean I know where everything is right? I do take my time for you and you always say you like it!“

You could hear the guys burst out into laughter as you felt yourself blushing. God this was so embarrassing, you couldn’t even look at them. Obviously they thought it was funny that the younger guy was taking this so personally.

„Yes I do like it honey…“ you whispered, closing your eyes to calm down „I was probably just tired those times…“

„Those? You faked it more than once?“ Trent squealed and by now everyone in the room was laughing. Well, everyone expect you.

„Trent, you’re drunk.“ you said, grabbing his shoulder but he shrugged it off once again. You slowly got frustrated, not wanting him to share anything else.

„What?“ he furrowed his eyebrows, looking at you disappointed „I mean if you were too tired, you could have just told me! You know we don’t have to have sex if you aren’t in the mood…“

And before he could say anything else you put your hand over his mouth. In a way it was sweet. Yes, Trent was an incredible gentleman but this was just absolutely humiliating. His friends would tease him forever about this and right now they were laughing their asses off.

„I really think you‘ve said enough now Trent.“ you whispered, getting serious as you looked him in the eyes.

Trent mumbled something against your hand, his voice obviously muffled so you couldn’t understand a single word he said. You just sat there staring in the eyes of your very tired and very drunk looking boyfriend.

It hurt you to see him like this but then again, he himself had made a big deal out of nothing and embarrassed the two of you in front of all his friend.

„I can’t cope with this guy.“ Hendo laughed as he shook his head before hitting Robertson shoulder.

Trent now realized that he had an audience. His drunken brain working a little slower than normal. He removed your hand from his mouth as he stared at his friends, who all tried their hardest not to laugh. All of them as red as a tomato covering their mouths with their hands.

Expect the girls of course, they just looked Trent worriedly. Feeling bad for the younger lad ad he wa in for the teasing of a lifetime.

„I’ll…“ Trent mumbled, freeing himself from the blanket wrapped around his legs „I‘m gonna go.“

With that your boyfriend stood up before stumbling out the living room, eyes glued onto the ground.

You sighed looking at all the guys „Great job guys.“

„What?“ Hendo squealed, putting his hands up in a defending manner „You’re the one that just broke his heart.“

He was right in a way. Maybe you should have just lied but somehow the alcohol made you wanna be too honest for your own good.

„Fine.“ Perrie sighed, getting up from the couch „I think we’ll leave now anyways.“

„Yeah, us too.“ Rachel smiled at you in a apologetic manner before also getting up „It’s getting kinda late anyways.“

After you said goodbye to your guest you did the bare minimum in the kitchen and living room. Loading the dishwasher, blowing out all the candles and putting away any leftover food being your priority.

Then you turned of all the lights before walking up the stairs. Face buried in your hands; it had been a long day.

You could hear noise from the bathroom, Trent was probably getting ready to go to bed as well. So you walked into the closet first and started taking off your jewlery. When it came to unzip your dress you soon realized it was impossible.

The zip had gotten stuck and no matter how your tried to bend you just couldn’t reach it. Frustration built up. And soon enough you had tears streaming down your face as you were a crying mess.

„God damn it!“ you yelled, tears rolling down your cheek as you started to rip at your dress.

But nothing worked, so you just sat ontohe floor in front of your mirror sobbing. It was silly but it was just a combination of everything that was overwhelming you.

„Honey?“ the door was burst open and in walked a shirtless Trent. He had probably heard your sobs all the way to the bathroom.

When he saw you crying on the ground he immediately looked worried as he hurried over to you. Kneeling down next to you.

„What happened?“ he asked, trying to calm you down as he caressed your back „Why are you crying?“

You leaned your head against his chest, inhaling the familiar scent as you tried to catch your breath.

„I… I… can’t…“ you chocked as Trent pulled you into his embrace. Holding you close to him and caressing your hair. „I can’t unzip my dress.“

There was a moment of silence before Trent started giggling. You looked up at him, your vision all blurry.

„Hey!“ you pouted, wiping away your tears „That’s not funny!“

„Yes…“ Trent giggled, looking at your probably smudged face „I’m so sorry.“

You couldn’t help but also start to laugh. Which made Trent laugh even more.

„Oh God…“ you said in between laughter „I love you so much.“

„I love you too.“ Trent giggled, kissing your cheek „Just promise me…“

He took a deep breath, looking you in the eyes „Next time… When you’re too tired to you know. You can just tell me. I don’t want you to feel like you have to fake it.“

You smiled weakly before nodding „You’re a really great guy you know that?“

„Well…“ Trent shrugged, looking down at you with a frown „Apparently not that great in bed though.“

You punched Trents shoulder, making him chuckle again as you cuddled up against his chest.

„You’re also really really great in bed. Believe me.“

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hi dear!! do you think that you could do a loki laufeyson smut oneshot with the prompt “Doing so good for me, honey.” it’s okay if not!! thank you for considering!

Slow and Sweet

Relationship: Loki x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This uses some of my favorite cheesy tropes so I hope that’s okay! thank you so much for requesting, I hope this was alright!

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Loki was unlike any other lover you had had before. A literal god, he exuded a dominance both inside and outside the bedroom that you were very much addicted to. He knew how to take care of you in every way shape and form, having you weak and babbling as he pulled pleasure out of you for hours in bed using ropes, toys, degradation… Anything to get you off in the rawest way possible.

And you very, very much enjoyed it all, obviously. Loki’s style of loving was so fresh and inviting. You had never been with a man that could be so commanding. Heck — you never thought you’d be attracted to any kind of commanding from any man. But while he brought out a secret primal side in you, at heart, you were still a sucker for softer, more loving nighttime activities.

You just… You just didn’t know how to bring it up with him. For as much of a confident man he could be, you knew some insecurities lied beneath that armor. He was always very insistent at the end of your nights that you let him know if you enjoyed yourself. You certainly never lied but you also really, really craved something slow.

Still unsure, you called a friend one night to vent and hope she had some ideas. Really, though, she didn’t understand your dilemma.

"Girl, you’re getting railed by an Asgardian God. I don’t understand the problem."

You sighed into the phone, gripping it between your shoulder and cheek as you began prepping dinner. "I don’t know. I just want him to be a bit softer, I think. Maybe something closer to love-making."

She chuckled. "Do you think he even has that in him?"

"Of course," you said. "He’s more than sweet out in public. There’s no reason that can’t translate into the bedroom."

"Well, then I think you should just tell him."

"I know, but-,"

Your words were cut off suddenly but the sound of something loudly hitting the dinner table behind you. You jumped, turning abruptly to find Loki standing in the kitchen, staring you down. He must’ve thrown his book on the table to get your attention. You looked between the item and him.

All while you’re engaged in a staring contest with your visibly confused boyfriend, your friend is screaming at you on the other end of the line asking what happened.

"I-I’ll call you back," you said quickly into the receiver before ending the call. The vibe in the room had gone cold. You didn’t know how but you knew Loki knew.

Still, you forced a smile, deciding maybe it was best to act like you weren’t discussing such intimacies with a third party. "Hey, babe," you said before turning back to the food you were preparing.

Loki didn’t respond and you were way too nervous to look over your shoulder. You focused on the slicing of vegetables very, very closely…

A hand landed on your hip. He was behind you now. You could practically feel him breathing down your neck. His hard body was pressed to your back. But nothing about him seemed to scream angry or hurt. He was amazingly calm.

"Who was that on the phone?" Loki asked. He was just about whispering in your ear. You gulped, trying to keep your focus on the cutting board in front of you.

"My- My friend," you responded. Another hand was suddenly on your other hip, pulling you into your boyfriend. You sighed at the contact.

"That’s nice," he hummed. "Must be good to catch up with your friend."

"Yeah-,"

"But tell me, dear, do your conversations together always end up with you complaining about our sex life?"

You shook your head. "Loki, I wasn’t complaining-,"

"You want me to be softer," he gritted.

You sighed, placing your kitchen knife back on the counter and pushing away the vegetables. Dinner was definitely on hold now. "That doesn’t mean I’m complaining," you explained. "I love what we do so much, you make me feel incredible, but I also want to slow down sometimes. I’ve loved exploring the rougher side of sex with you, I just… I want the other side of it, too. A balance, maybe."

There was a lull for a moment before Loki hesitantly spoke, "I’m afraid I won’t know how to."

You closed your eyes, absolutely dreading hearing the words you had feared. But you pulled through, slowly nodding your head, trying to accept it. "Alright, I understand—"

"But I want to try."

"Y-You do?"

He nodded as one of his hands slowly began creeping its way up and under your blouse. His hands were so rough compared to your soft skin. As Loki’s hand brushed over your bra-covered breasts, warm lips began decorating your neck with kisses. He nipped and sucked still but it was nothing compared to how he used to do it. It didn’t feel like he was trying to devour but instead savor you.

"Is this close to what you had in mind?" Loki asked, his voice dropping lowly. You moaned in response as his hand began traveling south, fingers light and delicate as they skimmed the top of your shorts.

Your eyes slowly drifted shut in anticipation as you murmured, "Feels good…"

Loki tsked. His hand stopped. "You haven’t felt anything yet."

There was a swooshing sound. You opened your eyes and in your confusion took in the sights of your bedroom. Loki was still pressed behind you. You were facing the bed.

"If my darling wants traditional loving then it needs to happen in a traditional spot, correct?"

You wanted to comment that being transported to the bedroom in such a manner wasn’t traditional by any means but before you could speak, Loki was guiding you to the bed, sitting you at the edge of it.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. "Are you…" You began to ask but were cut off by him placing a kiss in your inner thigh.

"Now," he mumbled into your skin, "I prefer to feast rather hungrily but I’m going to try it your way, okay?"

You bit your lip, nodding slowly, completely hypnotized by the sight of Loki kneeling for you. Usually, when he ate you out you were completely lying down in bed. He had never dropped to the floor for you.

"Terrific," he said and with a flick of the wrist, your clothes had vanished.

Again, you wanted to bite back that that certainly wasn’t part of old-fashioned love-making but your protests were silenced by his tongue finding your clit. Gently, he moved in soft, tight circles around your clit before testing your folds. Instinctively, your hands flew to his hair, tangling your fingers in his dark locks as your body arched in pleasure.

Loki let out a low hum at your grip before his tongue slowly maneuvered its way inside you, caressing your folds. You gasped as his tongue worked on you, bringing you closer to an orgasm. He began altering now from your folds to your clit, pulling pleasure in surprising ways. To add to it all, Loki’s hands were running up and down your thighs as he went. You didn’t know what it was about the simple touch but it was driving you crazy.

The longer you stared, the faster the tongue worked, the closer you were getting… Your brain was spinning as you felt your orgasm building.

"I-I’m-," you tried muttering out but Loki seemed to get the memo. Abruptly, he removed all contact. You gasped, a bit surprised, a bit angry. You shot daggers at him.

"Patience, honey," he snickered, "You wanted it slow and sweet, didn’t you?"

"Yes, but…" Your words couldn’t finish, once again, as Loki attached his lips to yours. Slowly, he pushed you back on the bed as your tongues now fought with one another. You were completely encapsulated in tasting remnants of yourself on him and the kind way he was kissing you, you didn’t even realize what was happening until your head hit your pillow.

His lips left yours and began working down to your jaw, your neck, across your breasts… It felt like he was loving every inch of your skin. You felt truly beautiful, admired, at that moment as he practically worshipped you. He placed a quick kiss on your clit and you thought maybe he’d continue his actions down there but then he was back, face level with you.

"Fair warning, darling," Loki whispered, "it’s going to take all the patience I possess to go slow once my cock is buried deep in your soaking core."

His gaze was intense, almost too much, but you just nervously nodded and waited. Loki intertwined one of your hands together while the other one fell to your hip. Typically, at this point he’d just grab your waist and pull you into him, never giving you the chance to breathe or adjust. He’d fuck you a bit wildly, letting bruises from his fingertips litter your skin.

Tonight, though, everything was with a lighter touch. And when he entered you, he stopped halfway, letting you both really feel the moment. You moaned at the fullness as Loki groaned in your ear. When settled, he eased in fully and you were just about done for.

You could see Loki resisting the urge to just take you relentlessly but then he placed a gentle kiss on your lips and pulled out a little, slowly, before diving back in. Your back arched as you felt every inch of him, really felt him. It was so snug but just right. You felt your wetness pooling shamelessly.

"That’s it," Loki groaned as his pace continued at a slightly antagonizing slow rhythm. "Doing so good for me, honey."

"Feels amazing…" You sighed, taking in every time Loki’s cock would nudge the right spot or stretch you just a little bit more. It felt… It felt like a first time. Like you two had been saving this moment.

Loki’s pace picked up just slightly and you knew he was getting close. That was maybe one thing he could never resist — chasing his orgasm with you at all cost. You snaked your free hand down to your clit, working for that extra pleasure but Loki’s hand on your hip quickly pushed it away.

"I’ve got you, darling," he whispered and replaced your fingers with his. He rubbed tight, cautious circles on your clit. You squealed as your orgasm began approaching quicker and quicker.

"Please," you begged, "I need to cum." Loki could never resist your begging and it seemed to drop the facade a bit. The circles and pumping picked up even faster. It hit you at that moment that while you loved the slow foreplay, getting fucked in such unconventional ways was really delightful.

Loki must’ve felt your walls tightening because he mumbled, a bit weakly, "Cum for me, dear. Come on, cum for me."

A few more flicks on your clit and you were there. Your back arched off the bed again as your body shook. Your orgasm filled you just as Loki was now filling you. The warmth of both actions consumed your body, bringing pleasure beyond belief. You twisted and turned on the bed as you two slowly came down from the highs.

Loki gently wrapped his arms around you, still huffing and puffing from his own pleasure. He was still inside you as he laid on the bed. You could feel his release leaking out of you and onto your thighs. You sighed, very content.

"Was… Was that okay?" Loki eventually hesitantly asked. You were watching the ceiling, still trying to get your breathing under control, as he stared at you. He disconnected your hands and began carefully running his fingers through your hair, lovingly.

You nodded. "That was lovely," you smiled. "Thank you."

"I just want to make sure that every time you leave this bed, you’re satisfied."

"I-I didn’t mean to make you think I’m not satisfied," you mumbled. "I’m always pleased when you’re pleasing me."

Loki grinned at the silly phrase. "Good," he said then began moving a sneaky hand down your body. It stopped where you two were still connected. You let out a sharp breath at his touch. "Would a round two be satisfying? You’ve had your love-making. Now I want to fuck you."

You could barely nod your head in response before Loki was pouncing on you.

[spencerreidsconverse]

When Evil Doesn't Sleep

summary: Spencer has been gone far too long on a case and when he finally returns home, reader shows him just how much she missed him.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut, implied dom/sub undertones, pet names

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader

A/N: My first fic!!! I hope you all enjoy! <3

“Y/n I’m really sorry but it looks like the case is going to take a lot longer than we thought. We had a recent development and the profile is now pointing to a partnership so now we’re hunting down two unsubs”. You sighed as Spencer rattled off his apologies through the phone before putting him out of his misery “Spencer honey, you don’t have to apologize. Quit worrying about me and focus on catching the bad guys.”

To say you missed Spencer would be the understatement of the century. He had been in Utah for six days already and now with a pair of psychos your odds of finding him in your bed by the end of the week were growing increasingly slim. It didn’t help that you had been swamped prepping for an extra class you’d agreed to take on at Georgetown where you worked as a Criminal Psychology professor. Between both of your hectic work schedules you hadn’t had a real weekend to yourselves in a few months, and while you knew when you first started dating Spencer that it was an inevitable of his job, it had never been this crazy before. They say evil never sleeps but lately it hasn't even taken a catnap.

“I love you Y/N. I promise I’ll come home to you soon and take you out on a real date. I’m sorry darling, I have to go. I’ll text you when I get to the hotel tonight and if you’re still up we can talk for a bit okay?”. “Alright Spence, I love you too. Stay safe okay?”. “I promise, goodbye love.”

Your farewell barely made it past your lips when the dial tone cut you off and once again your boyfriend of three years vanished from your side of the country. You let out an exasperated sigh before reminding yourself that there were other people who needed his help and that you could wait for his attention - at least until that night. Continuing the trek up the stairs of your and spencer’s shared apartment, you managed to haphazardly balance your grocery bags in one hand while unlocking the door and disabling the security alarm, internally cringing at the high shriek that rattled through your brain.

Walking through the living room, you sat the bags on your kitchen counter and began reorganizing the small fridge space to fit all the perishables you had brought home, absentmindedly hoping they wouldn't spoil now that it would be just you for several more days. Moving to the cupboard you replaced the few grab and go snack boxes you had made up to try and encourage Spencer to eat more throughout the day and refilled the paper plate stash that quickly became a requirement after you realized neither one of you could tolerate doing dishes every night. You ripped open the cardboard packaging of yet another microwave dinner and set the timer before leaving to change into more comfortable attire.

Opening the door of your shared bedroom, the smell of vanilla wax melts and dryer sheets hit you like a brick and immediately sent a pang of loneliness through your chest. Spencer was usually around by the time the chores needed done, and you rarely had to do them yourself. Unfortunately, the laundry was piling up and you needed something to distract you so you spent the day running errands and cleaning the apartment more thoroughly than necessary. You walked over to the stack of black dresser drawers and pulled out the first pair of pajama pants you touched, Spencer’s old caltech sweats that now fit you far better than him considering he had received them when he was 14. They looked more like capris on him now and it was embarrassingly difficult to convince him to buy a new pair that fit him properly. You slipped on a tank top and pulled your hair back before making your way lazily to the bathroom to take off the remnants of your simple makeup.

After scrubbing your face clean and pulling your dinner out, you moved to ready the couch for yet another night of binge watching cheesy 90s movies. You selected Clueless and watched the vibrant colors pop across the screen while you dived into your meal, making a poor attempt to ignore the slight freezer burnt taste that lingered after every bite. You finished your dinner and set the bowl aside before covering yourself with a blanket and allowing yourself to sink into the cushions, desperately awaiting Spencer's text.

You were jolted out of your doze by the loud buzzing of your phone against the wooden coffee table. Clumsily you reached for it and managed to swipe the answer pad before it sent your genius to voicemail. “Hello?” you managed before a yawn ripped its way through you suddenly. “Hey Y/N, I’m sorry it’s so late. I didn't mean to wake you, I figured you’d still be up. You should go back to bed love.” For the first time, you noticed the neon green numbers on the microwave. 12:30. You stifled another yawn and shook your head in an effort to wake yourself further “No way, I just dozed off while watching a movie. I was waiting to talk to you. Besides, I’m up now anyways so you might as well stay on with me for a bit. Did you get any further today?” “Well, JJ had the idea that the partners were originally a typical dominant/submissive partnership but that something in the dynamic must have changed because the MO began to deteriorate. We think the partners must have split up now, because we’re finding similar pieces of the previous MO at separate crime scenes.”.

You processed the information he fed you slowly due to your semiconscious state but eventually you put your words in order well enough to respond. “That should be helpful though yeah? I mean, they’re used to working in a partnership so being suddenly separated from your other half so to speak would throw you off track quite a bit right?”. You could practically hear him smiling through the phone as you drew the conclusions the team had come to only a few hours prior. “Yes. We’re hoping to be able to draw them out and trap them. Play them against each other.”.”Does that mean I can stop sleeping on the couch soon?”. You heard him let out a dejected sigh - you knew he hated that you would force yourself onto the cramped couch when you had a king sized bed a few hundred feet away but he understood.

When he had come home in the early hours of the morning after an abrupt end to a case a few weeks after you had moved into his place, he had caught you curled up on the sofa with a throw pillow stuffed under your head. When he questioned you about it the next morning, you simply answered that the bed felt too big without him and that you couldn’t stand the empty feeling. “Sooner than later I hope my love. Y/N I really wish you wouldn’t do that to yourself. It’s horrible for your body. It can put you at a much higher risk for chronic back and neck pain as well as-”. “Spence. I’m not a giant like you are. I fit on the couch much better than you do, and I barely notice the difference.”. You both cringed, hearing the lie clear in your voice. Still, Spencer must have felt bad because he humored you. “If you're sure. What did you do today my love?”. You smiled sadly hearing in his voice just how desperate he was to escape from his reality and come home to you.

”Well, I straightened the house. In fact, it’s so clean i think we could use it as a sterilization room.”. He let out a soft chuckle and you could hear him begin to relax as you recounted the rest of your day, excluding the part about the microwave dinner. Spencer loved to tell you how many of the ingredients were one step away from processed garbage and you decided to opt out of the lecture for the evening. He had more than enough to worry about without having to focus on your diet while he was away. After a half hour of light conversation, a loud yawn betrayed you as you were excitedly discussing the cute puppy you had met on the way to the market. Spencer immediately requested that you hang up and get some more sleep but you refused. After a few minutes of bickering, you relented on the condition that he would read to you until you had fallen asleep. You curled up under the fluffy blanket as Spencer’s even voice recited the collection of Grimm’s fairy tales quickly lured you to sleep.

You woke up the next morning as sunlight peered through the curtains, stretching your body out to ease the aches from the previous night. You smiled softly as your screen lit up with a text from Spencer wishing you a good morning and an update that they had a solid plan for boxing in the two unsubs that afternoon. “If all goes to plan I should be carrying you to our bed before midnight tonight.”. Your smile widened and you sent back “Can’t wait to truly see you - and love you- tonight. I’ll be waiting.” You plugged your phone into the charger and straightened up from the night before when your phone went off again. The one word message glared at you from the screen and you let out an involuntary giggle. “Tease.”. You hoped it gave him something to look forward to until he was back in your arms. You sent back a simple “XO” before deciding to reread one of your favorite books for a few hours to kill some time. You made yourself a sandwich for lunch and had a few glasses of water as the clock slowly ticked by. You were over halfway through the lengthy novel when you received another message.

“We apprehended both unsubs. Hotch is postponing the paperwork until Monday so we can go straight home. I’ll see you in a few hours baby.”.  You jumped slightly in celebration before finishing your current chapter, marking your place, and all but skipping to the shower to shave and exfoliate your skin. You knew Spencer would still be heavily worked up once he arrived home and luckily, his favorite release included intertwining your bodies as close as possible and loving you sweetly and slowly.

You took your time in the shower careful not to nick yourself with your razor. You scrubbed your scalp with your nails, letting your stress and soreness melt away under the steam. You waited until the water ran cold before turning the knob and stepping out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and blow drying your hair until it layed perfectly even. You applied lotion all over your skin and stepped out of the bathroom to slip on your black silk robe, knowing it wouldn’t be worth it to dress up further. Spencer would be desperate to feel your skin against his and any fabric in his way didn't stand much of a chance.

You made an actual meal for dinner, a pasta dish with chicken that could be easily reheated for Spencer when he grew hungry later in the night. You helped yourself to a serving and after quickly cleaning up the kitchen and storing the leftovers, you retreated to the bedroom to wait for his return.

You were half paying attention to the feed you opted to scroll through on your phone when you heard the door creak open and bags drop to the floor. You set your phone on the bedside table and ran towards the foyer, all but throwing yourself at the exhausted man in front of you. He took a step back from the impact but still enveloped you in his arms and pulled you impossibly tight into his chest. “Hi baby.” you whispered against the scruffy skin of his jawline, peppering kisses up towards his earlobe. He let out a long sigh of relief and picked you up off the hardwood floor, wrapping your thighs around his waist resulting in a high pitched giggle to erupt from your throat. He kissed you then, slowly at first but quickly building more passionate. Your lungs were burning when he finally allowed you to pull away, opting to kiss down your neck to your collarbones and the skin of your chest that was newly exposed as your robe slipped open.

He carefully made his way back to your room, continuing his kisses back up to your shoulder, stopping only to leave marks you knew would only grow darker as time passed. At the very least he was sure to only mark you in places you could cover with little difficulty. “I missed you so much Y/N. The entire ride home all I could think about was you waiting for me in our bed. My gorgeous girl.”. You felt your chest heat up at his words of admiration, wrapping your fingers into his curls and pulling his lips towards your own once more.

You felt him groan against you and moved to quickly unbutton his shirt, slipping it down his arms and tossing it in the general direction of the hamper. He pulled you up with him then, so you were both on your knees, chest to chest as he pulled your robe fully down your back to the swell of your ass where he grasped at you through the slick fabric. You let out a whine and you pulled his belt off, undoing his jeans desperate to continue. He grinned against your neck and pushed you down so you laid flat on your back, completely exposed to him. He kissed at your stomach, making his way down to your inner thighs. He licked a slow wet trail from your pelvic bone to the top of your clit as you whimpered desperately. “Spence, please… I need more”. He humored you, creating slow small circles with his tongue moaning at the taste. You cried out as he created the perfect amount of pressure on your clit, legs threatening to close around his head when he moved to slip one of his fingers easily inside you as the mix of your own wetness and his saliva aided him. He smirked as he felt your thighs flex before using his left hand to throw one of your legs over his shoulders at a time. He pushed a second finger in, curling them up to perfectly reach your g-spot with every thrust. Soon though, you grew impatient with just his fingers. You needed more and you knew just how to get it.

“I want you so bad Spence. I’ve waited for so long and I just can’t anymore. I need to feel you deep inside of me.”. You were positive those words would leave him just as needy as you were and he proved you right when he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and went to line himself up against you. “Wait.”. He stopped immediately, examining your face for any indication of what was wrong. “What’s the matter baby? Are you okay?”. You shook your head and smiled at his concern before switching your positions so his back was resting against the pillows as you straddle his thighs. He smirked at you as he caught on, trailing his hands up the front of your legs to rest at your hips. “You gonna ride me angel?”. You responded with an eager nod and he squeezed your hips, pulling you up further so you were hovering above him. “Sit pretty like my good girl then.”. You whined softly at his words before slowly sinking yourself down around his length, sucking in a harsh breath at the stretch. Even with how wet you were, the adjustment took longer than usual due to the dry spell you were both suffering from as of late.

When you finally felt stretched out enough to move, you slowly ground your hips forward flush against his. He groaned out, lifting you back up so you were almost completely off of him before pulling you back down. You moaned both at the sensation and the idea of being manhandled by the genius below you. You realized what he was asking though, and began bouncing yourself up and down his cock, stopping every few thrusts to grind your clit down on him. You let out soft moans, and after a few more minutes you felt his fingers dig deeper into your hips and his breaths quicken. You knew he was close and as if on cue you started rubbing fast circles against your clit as he spoke again.

“Baby girl I’m getting close. You gonna cum with me angel?” You nodded furiously in response and you felt him start thrusting up to meet you. You panted as you hurried towards the edge of your orgasm, holding on until his thrusts grew sloppier. “You ready to cum with me baby? You gonna cum on my cock?” “Yeah.. gonna cum all over your cock Doc.” You fought to keep the grin off your face when he moaned at the title. He thrusted deep into you twice, before he ordered your release. “I want you to cum now baby. Cum all over my cock.” You felt your orgasm rip through you, electricity shooting through your limbs. Spencer groaned loudly as you tightened around him before pulling you down deep and releasing inside you.

You both fought to catch your breath as you rode out your highs before you found yourself slumping against his chest, suddenly drained from your activities. You felt him chuckle at your drastic change in energy as he wrapped his arms around you again. “I know you just washed the bed sheets and we’re both sweaty but do you think a washcloth will suffice for tonight?”. You nodded against his chest before slowly lifting yourself up and off of him, rolling onto your back on the other side of the bed. Spencer swiftly made his way across the hall, returning to wipe you down gently with the warm fabric. You shivered as the cool air dried your skin, watching him move throughout your room.

He slipped on a fresh pair of boxers before tossing the washcloth in the hamper along with his previously discarded clothes. He hung your robe on the back of your bedroom door then flipped the light switch off before rejoining you in bed to slip under the blankets with you. You immediately curled up into his chest, sighing contently as the sound of his heartbeat filled your ears. You kissed his chest and whispered goodnight, drifting into your first real sleep since before he left.

The next morning you and Spencer went shopping after you successfully convinced him to upgrade to a smart phone with video call abilities. He had begun to shut down the idea as he always had before but after the mere suggestion of what it could do to better your late night hotel room chats he was the one pulling you towards the nearest phone shop. You smiled politely while Spencer took his sweet time weighing the pros and cons of each model, letting your mind drift to the first time it would come in handy. As you finally neared the checkout counter, you took Spencer's hand in your own and gave it a gentle squeeze. After running his card through the machine, the salesgirl gave him the small plastic bag and wished you both a good afternoon.

As you exited the shop, you looked up at him, nudging him to get his attention “What do you think of an app controlled vibrator?”. He stared at you incredulously for a few moments, almost stopping dead in his tracks. After recovering from the initial shock at the vulgarity of your suggestion, he shook his head with a soft smirk and nudged back against you. “Tease.” he called you once more. “That’s the reason you love me right?”. He pulled you into his side, kissing you softly. “One of many Y/N. One of many.”

[scuttle-buttle]

What's One More?

WC: 3204

Rated: M

Tags: brief mentions of crime/mental illness/child abuse and neglect/substance addiction/theft, fluff, family dynamics, mentions of aging, mentions of difficult pregnancy, softness, anxiety attack

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The harsh vibrating of a phone on the nightstand breaks your slumber. Still half asleep you toss your arm back to thump against your sleeping husband's side. With a groan he answers. You try to settle back into your pillow and the warmth of the blanket. Whoever has the balls to call at this hour has another thing coming - but later because your priority is going back to sleep.

He can't have been on the call more than fifteen seconds before he sits up in bed suddenly, turning on the bedside lamp; his movements grab your attention. You roll over. The light blinds you and you rub at your eyes to adjust. You can't make out what's being said. Looking at the clock to see that it's barely 4 am you know something bad has happened. Quietly you slip out from the covers.

Making your way down the hall you peek into your daughter's room, grateful that she's still fast asleep. Her soft snores punctuate the calm. Your nerves abate knowing she’s safe. By the time you get back to the bedroom Laszlo is up and getting dressed. "What's going on?"

He doesn't answer at first. You wait until he's finished buttoning his shirt to ask again. "Sara was called to consult on a triple homicide case - she's asked for me to come down to the police station. I don't know much yet, but it's something involving a young boy and she wants me to speak with him."

“Did he…?”

“No. He was not directly involved, that much we know.”

You nod, leaning against the door frame. This wasn't the first time that Laszlo had been called in by law enforcement and social services to assist with children and teens that needed psychological help. He had become more active around the time you graduated with your doctorate. After Sophia was born Laszlo helped fund an after school program for kids that focused on support for mental health and behavioral issues. He was so passionate about being able to help these kids. But it was never at this ungodly hour. "You'll call or something when you know what's up?" you ask through a yawn.

"Of course, Bärchen." He gives you a chaste peck. Gently he guides you back towards your bed and sits you down. "Go back to sleep, there's no need to worry. I love you." With that he left.

Your sleep is fitful with him gone. You worry over things that you aren't even aware of, over who is hurt, over how severe a situation it could be to have been called in the middle of the night, over the poor boy that needs Laszlo’s help. When your daughter tiptoes into the room around 6 you welcome her into the bed with open arms.

"Why are you up, baby bug?"

"Where's Papa?" She climbs up on his side of the bed and rubs his cold pillow. On her face is a deep frown.

"He had to go help some very important people early this morning. He'll be back to see you soon, I promise."

"I miss him. He always helps me with my shoes."

You can't help the smile that crosses your face. "I know, baby. But it's still early so let's take a nap before we have to get ready, hmm?" The two of you snuggle under the covers. With her curled into your side you do find rest, even for the short time before your alarm chimes.

The day moves sluggish as you wait for word from your husband. Little work was to be done today at the museum, so there wasn't much to keep your mind off the wondering. You considered calling. You considered texting. But you knew that when the time was right he would let you know. No news is good news, you think.

Finally the day came to a close. You picked up Sophia and stopped by the store on the way home to grab supplies for dinner. She insisted that she carry one of the bags inside - little miss independent that she was. “Careful not to drop it, okay? Use those muscles of yours to hold the bag tight.”

“Mama I know, I help Papa carry all the time,” she explains matter-of-factly.

The townhouse is quiet as you begin to unpack. You do a quick glance into the dining room and parlor to no avail. "Laz, honey? You home?" A few seconds later you hear movement from the stairs.

Your husband rounds the corner into the kitchen, swooping down to scoop your daughter into his left arm, peppering her face in exaggerated smooches. Her giggles light up the room from the dim atmosphere. He perches her on his hip. “How was your day my little dove?”

“So good Papa - I practiced my counting today at school. I can get the biggest in the class! Mommy said I must be the most smartest," she prattles on.

“Wunderbar!” he praises her before turning to you. “I didn't hear you come in." Laszlo kisses you.

Pinning him with a look you say "you also didn't call me today? You said you would and I've been worried all day."

Sophia crosses her arms and harrumphs from her father's hip; "me too Papa." He quirks an eyebrow at her before speaking.

"Yes… there is something I wished to speak with you on but didn't think it was suitable for the phone." You raise your own brows but continue to put away groceries. "I do not wish to discuss certain aspects of the case in present company-" he nods towards Sophia minutely "-but we do have a houseguest for the foreseeable future."

"Oh?" Your brows dip in confusion. This is not what you were expecting.

Laszlo peeks around the doorway and calls out "Stevie, would you come join us in the kitchen please."

Stevie? You don't know a Stevie...

A moment later a lanky boy with scruffy dark blond hair shuffles into the room. He can't be anymore than 15. His clothes are too big on him and his shoes are worn beyond belief; nevertheless he gives you a slight smile. “This is Stevie Taggert, he’s going to be staying here with us in the guest room for now.”

“Good evening Mrs. Kreizler,” the boy says nervously, his voice cracking.

You spare a look at your husband before turning to the teenager with a smile. “Ah, no need for that, kid. You can just call me by my name instead. And welcome to our home. You like spaghetti?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Awesome! And I’m certainly not old enough to be a ma’am,” you give him a wink. You set up a pot to boil the water for the pasta. Laszlo excused himself to spend some time with Sophia, leaving you and Stevie in the kitchen.

He clears his throat behind you. “Would um… is there anything I can do to help?”

"I would love that, thank you."

The two of you get to work on making dinner. Stevie doesn’t say too much, but he is very polite and does his best to be useful. Once the food is nearly finished your family has returned ready to eat. You send Stevie and Sophia to set the table.

“Should I be worried?” you ask Laszlo quietly, watching the doorway the two left through.

“I don’t think so. I just felt that I would rather he have a familiar face to adjust with instead of being placed in a group home like many end up.”

You study his face. “You’ve taken a liking to him haven’t you?”

“Well…" his face reddens at your question. "He reminds me a bit of myself when I was his age.” The conversation is cut short by the kids returning.

The rest of dinner and the evening goes smoothly. You make it a point to not bring up any questions that could trigger the teenager, especially before you’ve spoken with Laszlo about the situation at hand. When Stevie nearly eats his weight in pasta you say nothing, wondering how long it's been since he's had a good home cooked meal. He insists on helping clean up the dishes afterwards. Without even knowing what the boy has gone through your heart aches for him.

You set him up in the small renovated basement downstairs while Laszlo puts Sophia to bed. Handing him one of your husband’s old Harvard t-shirts to sleep in you tell him “I’m sorry you’ll be down here by yourself, but if you need us for anything don’t be afraid to come get us - no matter what time it is, okay? And if you get cold there’s an extra blanket right here for you. I know it's July but….” you shrug. “Tomorrow after I get home from work we can go to the store and get you some stuff to use, some more clothes, that kinda thing.”

“Yes ma’am.” At the teasing look you give him his ears burn red with his mumbled “right sorry.”

“Alright Stevie. We’ll see you in the morning, sleep well.”

Laszlo is in bed reading when you enter the room. Nothing is said as you ready yourself for bed. Slipping under the covers you face him. He sighs and closes his book.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I became caught up in the day and only arrived home with Stevie maybe half an hour before you did.” He sighs a second time. “Most of the case I cannot talk about, but what I can say is he was living with his mentally ill father, whom was also an addict. He missed the last few weeks of the school year and has been regularly stealing food to get by. He has no other family. I just… it didn’t feel right to let him process his experiences away from someone properly trained to deal with these sorts of things, in addition to how traumatic entering foster care at his age can be. I spoke with those in social services and was granted temporary custody until we find another more permanent solution.”

“Of course.”

He takes hold of your hand. “You aren’t upset with me?”

“I mean it would’ve been nice to have a bit more warning… but I get it. He can stay as long as he needs to. He’s a sweet kid,” you reassure him. “I told him that I would take him shopping after work tomorrow, so if you could pick up Soph from preschool that would be great.”

“Perhaps instead we can all go? I was thinking that I would bring him to the university with me so that he’s not alone all day. You could get her and then we could meet somewhere, get dinner afterwards?”

You lean closer to him to curl around his arm and rest your head on his shoulder. He always thought so much about others, especially children. Laszlo had such a heart of gold and it honestly left you in awe of just how much he was willing to give so that others could find peace and happiness. Like the older he got the more he had to give. The thought warms you. “How are you literally the best person I know? And to think you used to be so worried about being able to be a good father and now you’re the best of all of us.” He huffs a little as you nuzzle into his chest.

“I have you to thank for that, Bärchen.” He drops a kiss to your head. “But it’s getting late and I’ve been up all day. We should get some sleep.”

Soon after you're both dreaming.

___

Stevie had been with you for three weeks. It only took him a few days to start to settle in, and you discovered that he was quick with his wit and far smarter than he let on. He was a little bit of a sarcastic smart-ass at times, but all in good nature. He was endlessly entertaining. Laszlo sat down with him almost everyday to talk about what he was feeling, the things he experienced, and ways to deal with the loss of his family. Already you both saw improvement.

Even Sophia got on well with him. Most teenage boys wanted nothing to do with little kids, let alone a 4 year old that loved playing 'spaceship barbie'. But not Stevie. On his fifth day you'd found him sat on the floor playing with her and going along with her childlike imagination. When she insisted he play the barbie that needed saving he went along with it, high pitched voice and everything. He even encouraged her to pick up her toys before bed - a feat you and your husband struggled with at times. It struck you how much Stevie became a big brother of sorts to her.

Laszlo grew even more fond of the boy. He wasn't really one for TV, but every evening he sat and watched some show on Netflix about racing with the teen and didn't complain once. Laszlo had tried to explain the role of adrenaline in racing drivers as a psychological function, but Stevie just brushed it off and said it was the driving so fast that made it "cool".

The two did bond over an unlikely subject - punk rock. When you got home from work two weeks into his stay and heard the music blasting in the parlor you worried someone had broken in. Whipping into the room you saw Laszlo in his chair tapping his foot to the intense guitar and singing; Stevie nodded along to the music as he held an old album cover. It didn't take long for Sophia to start jumping along to the music too.

"What is this?" You yelled out over the bass - you couldn't recognize it and it clearly wasn't English.

"Die Toten Hosen, a band I listened to growing up in Germany. Stevie found the record and asked to listen."

"Listen? I think you mean blow out your eardrums!" Even with needing to shout to be heard you had to laugh at the situation. How your husband had a secret love for German punk you'll never know; yet you would never let him live it down.

And when Stevie came and woke you both up in tears three nights ago you made him hot chocolate while Laszlo sat down with him. He confessed that he had never been treated or cared for like he was in your home. How he wished he could stay because he felt wanted. Your heart broke for the boy. To be so young and so lost, craving someone to simply be there for him.

Yet everyday he grew more open. He broke out of his shell. He had goals and ambitions; he wanted to amount to something bigger than he had thought he ever could. It almost shocked you at how much fire was within him.

At how much he fit in with your little family.

At how it was like he was meant to be there.

___

Laszlo was oddly quiet when you got home. Sophia had run off to find Stevie, and you tracked your husband down to his office. He listened as you talked about your day for a good ten minutes; he said almost nothing the whole conversation.

You move closer to him. Placing the back of your hand to his forehead you check to see if he's feverish or sick. He didn't feel warm. "Laz, are you feeling okay?"

He gently pulls your hand down and leaves a kiss on your palm. "The department of social services called this morning to inquire about what we want to do with Stevie. This would be the third time they have asked."

He hadn't mentioned it to you at all that they were calling already. "Okay. What do you think we should do?" You pause for him to continue.

"I told them I would need to speak with you before any further decisions were made regarding him…" His fingers tap against the wood of his desk. "I'm not sure I have an answer for them. Nor for you." He swallows. "I'm afraid of what might become of him should he go into the system. Or that he will not get the support he needs given his past. Any option involving allowing him to stay for a bit longer is a commitment I won't make without your full support, of course. I could never ask that of you." As he speaks you can hear the frustration pouring from him, feel the irritation radiating through the room. "I refuse to give up on him- I- I just don't have the answers on what to do without them hounding me and he deserves better than this, dammit."

"He does… Do you remember on your 50th birthday, what you told me?" Laszlo looks up at you confused. "You said that you had wished you were ten years younger so you had the energy and time to do all of it again. That if you were younger we would've had a whole gaggle of kids - brothers and sisters for Sophia."

"Wishing I was younger doesn't make a difference in helping Stevie-"

"Laszlo - let's adopt him." Your words stop him in his tracks. You had decided not to have any more after your daughter was born. Laszlo was nearing 50 and the pregnancy had been hard on you. But regardless you knew that you both had the means and the love to give another child, probably five or ten more children if you really wanted to. So why not start with one that's already wormed his way in to the family? "I've seen how fond you are of him already. You've taken him under your wing as if he was your own. And how good he is with Sophia? Hell I couldn't ask for a better older sibling for her - and she loves him already. And honestly, Laz, I do too."

"You think we should adopt Stevie?"

"I think we should ask, yeah. He deserves a good home and a strong father figure that's going to put him first. He looks at you like you hung the stars, Laszlo. He needs us, and truthfully I think we need him. So yeah - what's one more added to this little shindig we've got going for us?"

"Have you-"

"-thought it through? Yes. Completely."

You can see the smile he fights to hold back. "We should call tomorrow and see what the protocol is for stating our intent to adopt and getting the paperwork."

"Um…" You shuffle your feet. Nose scrunched, you confess "I may have already called them. On the way from work I asked about what would need to be done if we wanted to pursue that route, but since they already know who we are from you working with them for years it can be fast tracked." You pull him out of his chair to stand before you. "All we have to do is say 'go'."

He has no hesitation.

"Go."

Laszlo doesn't hold back his smile or his laughter as he spins you around his office floor. You're certain your children downstairs can hear your giggles.

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