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MDNI/18+. NSFW. | CW: Joel Miller x fem! reader; smut WC: 1.0k
I don’t know where I was going with this but it just came to mind on the fly and I felt the need to share before I went to bed so yeah. We are simply here for the vibes.

It was a mistake initiating this, that much you knew but you stopped giving a fuck after the second beer you downed. The transitions from point A at the Tipsy Bison to somewhere else for Point B seemed like a blur, a stop-motion film of your bad decisions playing before you on an endless loop.
Not that you cared enough to stop and watch.
Strong calloused hands dug into the skin of your thighs, nails pressing into the thick muscle and pulling you forward, ever closer. Needy fingers reached downward between your legs to grip onto graying curls and tugged with a soft yank, the other gripped on the old sheets underneath that smelled faintly of pinewood.
You could hear him, the loud slurping bordering on obnoxious with the circular movements of his tongue against your cunt. His grip was harsh if it wasn’t deprived, and as your heart pounded in your chest you finally opened your eyes to look at the culprit.
Joel Miller.
They warned you that he was dangerous, a man of terrifying stature. You heard stories about him in passing as if he were some folktale told to scare the children before bed, envisioning a boogeyman without a soul. It wasn’t until you arrived at Jackson and met him face-to-face on your third assigned patrol that you realized just how wrong they were.
Sure, the warnings matched somewhat. He was ruthless, a man with impenetrable skin despite the multitude of scars you counted from afar. You watched in awe at how efficiently he could bring down a clicker, or how the blade of his knife stained with crimson as he cut through a raider’s throat from behind.
There was a darkness in him, reminiscent of someone who had been tormented by his own demons for years. In a world like this where one already had so little, you took what you could get, and this wasn’t any different. He commanded any room he was in even if it were unintentional, it simply came with his reputation.
Joel made his bed years ago, and now he has to lie in it. But with you lying alongside him, the sentiment was preferable.
It should scare you, the twisted edge you could feel wash over him in waves with every step he took. You spotted it earlier when he walked through the doors of the bar and quietly sat himself down towards the far end. The last thing that should’ve happened was you striking up a conversation, attempting to grab his attention.
That darkness shone bright like a beacon in the night, and you were merely a moth to a flame.
“Oh fuck,” you moaned out loud, guiding his head right where you needed him and shifting your hips against the faded cut on the bridge of his nose.
He groaned against you and sucked harder at your clit, fingers working in tandem to bring you closer to the precipice and drink more of you. You tasted better than the stale beer he drank, and he ignored the bubbling guilt tearing at his gut by digging his face into you with an intense hunger.
Joel didn’t know how this happened, not that he was complaining. One minute, you were talking to him with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes that sent all the blood in his body drifting South. The next, he found himself plucking at the top of your shirt, meshing his lips hard against your mouth and grinding his hips with force.
Regardless of his rough exterior, he was a weak man to your charm and intrigue, and perhaps that constituted him as a selfish one too. But in this reality, the only thing one could do was take and take and take.
Another soft cry filled the four walls of his bedroom, huffs of your breath on par with the flicks of his tongue against your aching core. You were so close you could taste it, the pleasant contrast of Joel’s facial hair rubbing into your pussy making you crave more. You silently hoped to leave your mark and claim him for yourself, praying that he could still feel your presence when you left in the morning.
Two fingers thrust into you then, back arching off of the bed at the intrusion. They curved into a come hither motion, finding that hidden spot tucked away inside you with shocking precision, focusing all of their attention on pressing right there nonstop.
“Joel,” a broken gasp of his name drew his blackened hazel eyes to take in the bliss written over your features. He hummed in acknowledgment, trained ears playing the sound of your voice endlessly in his head. He couldn’t get enough, and from the way your lower stomach flexed, he knew you were about to cum by his touch.
“C’mon, give it to me sweetheart,” it was an order, a command, a dying man’s last wish. You couldn’t help but oblige.
Your thighs shook on his shoulders the moment your release hit, hands clutching at his scalp as he ripped one final moan from your throat. A feeling you’ve almost long forgotten coursed through you from the balls of your feet to the very top of your head. Like a tide hitting the shore, it flowed over you in calming motions until the water stilled and the pleasure simmered into numbness.
Joel placed a soft kiss against your twitching pussy one last time as you basked in the aftershocks, kissing your thighs and hip and trailing a path up your body before his lips met your own. You could taste yourself on the entirety of his upper lip, and as he grinned at you, your gaze held the same satisfaction he carried.
Who knew a bad idea could have such a pretty face?

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Play Date Hookup
Summary: Frankie arrives early to pick up Missy.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, Sexting, being parents, unprotected piv, creampie
A/N: Thank you very much @beefrobeefcal and @strang3lov3 for lending your eyes on this one ❤️ @jay-zzle basically makes all the moodboards for me(with the exception of a few) and continues to surprise me over and over again with her talents! 😍 ilysm!!!
Masterlist||Parents to Lovers||AO3
divider by @saradika-graphics

“Down the hall and it’s the last door on the left,” Benny points, and grumbling in response, Frankie makes his way towards Benny’s new bedroom.
“Fuckin’ hell, Benny,” Frankie mutters, carrying the box Will shoved into his arms, “The fuck do you have in here? Weights?”
Frankie makes it to Benny’s room, barely able to hold the box any longer before it falls to the floor, the contents spilling out onto the hardwood floor.
“Fuck,” Frankie mutters, whipping around to make sure no one followed him in to see the box fumble, wiping his forearm across his sweaty brow he looks down at the mess he has to pick up. Playboys. Hundreds of playboys spilled out of the box.
After picking one up, Frankie quietly makes his way to the door, peering out to see if anyone is coming before closing the door and browsing the dirty magazine. He finds a model that slightly resembles you and his cock twitches, smirking as he pulls out his phone.
Frankie: You busy?
You: Making the girls lunch
Frankie: Thinking about you
You: Yeah? What about me?
Frankie: Oh ya know 🐱
You: Francisco! Naughty, naughty 😈
Frankie: Wanna eat your pussy so bad baby
You: How about I ride you instead?
Frankie: Fuuuuuuck I’m supposed to be helping Benny move and now I’ve got a fucking boner
You: Show me? 😏
Frankie sighs, looking down at the tent in his jeans. Fuck it, he thinks, undoing his jeans. He slides them down to the middle of his thighs and moves his boxers down just enough that his cock springs free. He holds his dick in one hand and his phone in the other, getting the perfect angle.
“Hey man, there’s mor-“ Santi comes barging into the room, “What the fuck?”
“Fuck!” Frankie says, turning around, and pulling up his pants.
“What’s going on?” Will asks coming up the hallway.
“Fish is taking a pic of his dick!” Santi hollers out laughing.
“Fuck off!” Frankie huffs, buttoning and zipping his pants back up. His face feels like it’s on fire with how red it must be, turning around all three of them standing there looking at him.
“Fish, you’re supposed to be helping me move!” Benny laughs, “Not sexting your girl!”
“Ha. Ha.” Frankie mocks, “Lady gets what the lady wants,” he shrugs.
The guys continue to laugh, shaking their heads.
“Come on Fish,” Will says, “Let’s get the rest of this shit done and maybe you can leave early for your girl.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie grumbles, looking at the pic he took before sending it to you.
Frankie: [image attached] I hope you know I love you because I just got fucking caught since you wanted a dick pic so bad 😜
You: Mmmm I love you too babe 😘
—
“Girls! Lunchtime!”
Frankie had volunteered to help Benny move into his new place which meant Missy was hanging out with you and Nora until he was done. Nora and Missy come bounding into the kitchen, sitting down at their plates and digging into the bag of chips on the table to pile on their plates.
“Hungry?” You ask with a laugh.
Missy and Nora nod while grabbing a handful of chips to shove in their mouths.
“How much more time do we have?” Nora asks with a mouthful.
“Sweetie, don’t talk with food in your mouth.”
“My bad,” Nora says, while Missy giggles.
You glance at your watch checking the time before picking up your sandwich.
“Looks like you girls have about an hour left before Missy’s dad comes to get her.”
“Can we play in the sprinkler after we eat?!”
“Can we?!” Missy asks with the same puppy dog eyes as her father.
“I guess that would be okay,” you shrug, “you can just borrow Nora’s old swimsuit, it should fit.”
“Yes!” Both girls shriek in triumph, picking up their sandwiches and taking big bites to try and finish faster.
“Hey now, slow down,” you murmur after taking a bite of your sandwich, trying to cover your mouth with your hand.
“Momma,” Nora says, “Don’t talk with food in your mouth!”
—
The girls are outside running through the sprinkler while you clean up the kitchen from lunch. You hear your ringtone blaring just as you finish putting dishes in the dishwasher. The picture of Frankie from your first date shows up on the screen, causing a grin to spread across your face.
“Hello?”
“Hey babe,” Frankie says, even though you can’t see him you can hear the smile on his face.
“Hey babe! Ooo-la-la!” You hear in the background along with someone moaning, “Oh Fish!” And obnoxious kissing sounds.
“Fuck off!” Frankie grumbles as the background noise gets softer and softer, “Sorry about that.”
“It’s all good,” you laugh, “How are the guys?”
“Being assholes,” Frankie grunts, “but they also wanted me to forward their hellos”
“Tell them I say the same and that I don’t call you Fish,” you say, unable to wipe the grin off your face.
“No you do not,” Frankie purrs into the receiver, “Miss you baby.”
“Frankie,” you groan, “Don’t start that.”
“Start what?” He asks with fake shock in his tone.
“You know what!”
“Alright, alright,” he laughs, “How’s Missy? Is she behaving?”
“She’s good! Frankie, she always behaves, stop worrying about that. You’ve done good with her,” you smile, looking out the kitchen window, “They’re outside right now running through the sprinkler.”
“Do I need to stop at my place and get clothes for her?”
“Nah,” you say with a shrug, “She’s wearing Nora’s old swimsuit.”
“Okay,” Frankie laughs, “Oh before I forget! Benny is going to throw a barbecue at his house once he gets settled and he would like it if you and Nora came too.”
“Frankie,” you say softly, “As much as I would love to. Is that really a good idea?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Me and Nora showing up to Benny’s,” you sigh, “Nora and Missy don’t know that I know your friends or that we’re together, I think it might give off a confusing message.”
“Yeah,” Frankie sighs, “I guess you’re right.”
“I’m sorry babe, I really am.”
“No it’s okay, I just didn’t think about that.”
“One day,” you sigh dreamily.
“One day,” Frankie repeats, “I better go, I think we might finish sooner than we thought but I’ll let you know.”
“Okay,” you smile, “Just let me know. I love you!”
“I love you too babe, I’ll see you soon.”
—
Your phone pings and a text from Frankie pops up.
Frankie: Hey. Girls still playing in sprinkler?
You: Hey. Yeah
Frankie: Come let me in 😉
Confused for a moment, stepping towards your front door peering through the peephole to see Frankie standing on your front porch. Smirking, you open the door.
“What are yo-“ Before you can even finish your sentence Frankie grabs you pulling you into a hungry kiss, letting out a soft moan when his hands grab your ass.
“Frankie,” you whisper, pushing your hands softly against his chest, “We can’t.”
“They’re distracted,” He hums, his nose tracing along your jaw, nipping your neck gently, “We can make it quick.”
You can hear the girls' laughter outside, he’s right - they are distracted. Nora won’t leave that sprinkler until someone makes her and Missy won’t leave it unless Nora does.
“Okay,” you smirk, hands trailing down to his waist, hooking your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and pulling him towards the couch “But seriously we need to make it fast.”
Frankie nods with a dopey grin, and pushing him to sit, you straddle him. His hands immediately grip your hips, pulling you down on the bulge trapped in his jeans.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he sighs as your lips trail along his neck, softly sucking on his pulse point causing him to groan.
“I’ve missed you too,” you giggle, grinding your core against him. Frankie’s mouth drops open at the friction, “But you gotta be quiet too,” you say smirking as you undo his belt.
“Up,” he grunts, slapping the side of your ass. Hastily he maneuvers your body so that your chest is against the arm of the couch, slipping your leggings and underwear off you just enough and he lets out a pained groan seeing your wet slit, “Fuck, wish we had more time.”
You feel his thumbs spreading your lips open and his breath ghosting against your core, giving a barely there kiss to your bundle of nerves.
“Frankie,” you whine, “Please.”
“Tranquilita,” Frankie huffs, his thumb running circles against your clit, “Wish I could give this pussy the treatment she deserves.”
“Fuck,” you moan, “We don’t have that kind of time, baby.”
“I know,” Frankie sighs, as you hear the button and zip of his jeans, the rustle of them being pushed down, turning your head you see his hand gripping his shaft, a soft groan crawls out his throat as he gives it a few pumps before pressing against your entrance. The head swiping up and down along your slit, causing you to squirm. Frankie grips your hip sharply to keep you still, pushing his cock in, your walls parting to make room for him. Simultaneous groans come from the both of you as he pushes in deeper until you feel his hips against your backside.
“Fuck baby,” Frankie groans, his hand on your hip gripping tighter, “Feel so fucking good.”
“Move,” you whine, hands gripping the cushion in front of you, “I need you to move.”
Frankie hums, pulling out an inch and slowly moving back into your heat. His other hand moves to the opposite hip, placing a firm grip there.
“Frankie,” you whine again, trying to move your hips against him but his hold on them becomes even tighter “More. I need more.”
“Tranquilita bebé,” Frankie says calmly, still keeping the same tempo working you open, “Gotta get used to it first, don’t wanna hurt you.”
He was right, the last time you had a quickie it hurt, but this was starting to feel like torture. Slowly rutting into you, you want it harder, want to feel him tomorrow every time you moved.
“Fuck,” Frankie softly hisses, feeling his cock pull out until only the tip is inside before plunging back into you harshly.
“Oh god,” you gasp, feeling his length scrub along your walls, “Frankie!”
Frankie’s hips begin to snap into you at a frenzied pace, the sound of skin clapping bouncing around your ears. His hand slides down between your thighs to access that sweet spot, swirling two fingers around it, causing you to let out a loud moan.
“Bebé,” Frankie tuts, his arm leaving your hip to lean over you, his chest flush with your back, slowing the pace of his hips, “Gonna need you to hold those noises in for me,” he whispers into your ear, giving your neck a soft bite.
“Mmhhmm,” you choke out, feeling the flutter of your walls as he hits that spot inside of you that makes your vision go blurry.
“God damn it,” Frankie groans, sucking in a sharp breath and pistoning into your cunt, “I need you to come,” moving his fingers faster against your clit.
Your grip on the couch becomes tighter, that warm feeling below your belly button becoming a raging inferno, the sound of your wetness smacking against Frankie’s balls as he continues brutally rutting into you.
“Fu-“ you start to sob as he clamps his hand across your mouth, leaving you to whimper into his hand as you reach your peak, coming undone beneath him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Frankie pants, beginning to chase his own climax as your walls constrict his cock, hips losing their rhythm, “Where can I - fuck - come? Where?”
You grip his hand moving it from your mouth, “I- In- Inside,” you stutter out.
“Dios mío,” he growls, grinding into you, feeling his cock twitch as he paints your walls with his spend, slumping against you, “Fuck me,” he whispers between your shoulder blades.
“Well,” you smile, “I didn’t do that but you did just fuck me.”
Frankie lets out a small laugh, rolling his forehead against your upper back with a shake of his head.
“You’re something else, bebé,” Frankie laughs, pulling out as you both groan.
There’s a smack at the backdoor and you hear your name being yelled.
“Nora fell!” Missy shouts from behind the door.
“Fuck,” you say, quickly sitting up, pulling your underwear and leggings up, “Mom duty.”
Kyla! 🥵
Just what I needed on this wonderful Frankie Friday 😍
Is it Friday?
Well hello there Mr Morales
theres this dumb fucking idea I have that's like. not hot but it is but it isnt... making out with a guy while fully nude but insisting you cant have sex because you arent on birth control.. he's so well behaved until his cock presses against your pussy lips ever so slightly... and he just goes "they're just kissing. thats ok right??"
Straight up adorable! That ending gave me a toothache 🥹
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joel miller x f!reader
Word Count: 2K
Rating: E
Summary: You and Joel think you are sneaking in some alone time, but your steamy session is interrupted by your daughters barging in at the worst possible moment.
Warning: fluff, language, flirting, pet names, smutty flashbacks (oral sex – f receiving, spanking, unprotected p in v sex), oral sex (m – receiving), mentions of sex shop and adult toys, praise, dirty talk, fucking softnessss
A/N: I don't know if I've ever posted something on a Sunday. Forgive me lord for I have sinned with publishing smut today 💁🏽♀️ — This literally exists because of Kyla – she shared some wonderful stories about her and Mr. Enduring with me and was kind enough to let me use it as inspiration… I hope you like this my beautiful queen.
@survivingandenduring
xx
As you slowly opened your eyes, you felt a dull ache between your thighs, and a contented smile spread across your face as you remembered last night.
It was Saturday night and Sarah and Ellie both had sleepovers with their friends. Joel had walked through the door carrying bags of Chinese takeout.
"Hey darlin’, got your favorite," he said with a smile, placing the containers in front of you.
You couldn't resist the urge to kiss him, thanking him for dinner. You decided to put on a movie and enjoy your meal together in front of the TV, but as you cuddled up on the couch, things quickly took a turn.
The screen was soon forgotten as his lips found their way to your neck, his warm breath sending waves of desire through you. His hands started roaming over your body, and before you knew it, you were kissing passionately, and your clothes quickly came off in a frenzy of desire.
"Fuck the movie," he groaned, his voice low and husky. "I wanna taste you,"
As he went down on you, you couldn't help but moan in pleasure, your hands gripping the cushions of the couch. "Oh god, that feels so good," you gasped, your body arching with each flick of his tongue.
"You taste so good, baby," he murmured against your cunt, sending you spiraling into your orgasm minutes later.
Once you recovered, you straddled him, your movements desperate and eager. He guided himself inside of you, causing you to gasp with pleasure. "Fuck, you feel amazin’… this fuckin’ pussy," he growled, his hands gripping your hips as you started bouncing on his cock.
Your moans filled the room as he spanked your ass, driving you wild with each smack. "Harder," you begged, the intensity of the moment overwhelming you. With Sarah and Ellie out of the house, you wanted to take advantage, since you both never allowed yourselves to let him spank you when they were home out of fear that they would hear you, since you were terribly loud. He obliged, delivering even harder spanks that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your arousal grew with each strike, your need for more building within you. You arched your back, presenting yourself for his punishment, craving the delicious sting of his hand on your skin. The sound of his palm meeting your flesh echoed in the room.
"Oh, fuck yes," you cried out, the pleasure building inside of you. "You’re so fucking deep Joel, so deep,”
"That’s it, baby. Take it for me, I know you can," he urged, his own release near. With one final deep thrust, you felt your body explode with pleasure as you reached your peak, screaming his name as you rode out your orgasm. Joel followed soon after, his own release washing over him as he buried himself deep inside of you. Breathless and spent, you collapsed against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body enveloping you.
"Fuck, that felt good," he panted, pulling you close in a sweaty embrace, the room filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the lingering scent of sex.
As you laid in bed next to Joel, your mind wandered to the challenges of parenthood. It seemed like just yesterday that you two were carefree and able to indulge in spontaneous intimacy before you had kids. But now, with teenagers in the house, a 16-year-old and a 14-year-old, finding time for each other had become a constant juggling act.
There were some years that were harder than others, where sex had felt like it was only happening on special occasions. The nights when Sarah and Ellie were very young and refused to sleep, the days when Joel was working grueling 14-hour shifts at Miller Construction – it felt almost impossible to prioritize your relationship amidst the chaos of family life and sleep deprivation. You were a professor at UT Austin and there were days when balancing your career, being a wife, and being a mother just felt fucking hard. You always felt like you and Joel were running around working, carpooling, attending one of Sarah’s soccer games, or cheering on Ellie at her music recitals.
You both had lost yourselves a bit when the girls were younger, but thankfully, you and Joel had found your groove again in the last few years and felt like yourselves again. You two had learned to steal moments of connection whenever you could, even if it meant stealing away to the bedroom during a rare quiet moment. You had learned to communicate openly and honestly about your needs and desires, making sure to carve out time for each other amidst the demands of everyday life.
You watched Joel sleep peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The lines on his face showed the years he had lived, but they only added to his rugged charm. Your gaze roamed over his toned arms and broad shoulders; hands calloused from years of labor; muscles defined from years of construction work. You couldn't help but admire the way the morning light played across his features, highlighting his mouth and the curve of his jaw.
As you continued to watch him, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and you marveled at how he seemed to only get better with age, growing more and more attractive with time. You knew every inch of him, every crease and scar, and you loved him all the more for it.
He was the sexiest man alive in your eyes, and you couldn't imagine anyone else even coming close.
He slowly stirred from sleep, and you watched as his eyes fluttered open, revealing a hint of drowsiness that slowly gave way to recognition.
Joel blinked a few times, adjusting to the light filtering in through the curtains, before turning his gaze to meet yours. He reached out a hand to gently brush your cheek, his touch warm and comforting.
"Good mornin’, baby,” he murmured, and leaned in to plant kisses all over your face and neck, making you giggle and squirm with delight.
"You just can't get enough of me, can you?" you teased, running your fingers through his hair.
He chuckled and pulled you closer, whispering in your ear, "I could never get enough of y’a. I wanna fuck you again, right now,"
You smirked and pushed him away playfully. "Well, you better catch me first…" With that, you disappeared under the covers, eager to give him a morning surprise.
"Damn, baby, you're so good at that," he groaned as you took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around him, bobbing up and down.
You hummed in response, enjoying the way he gasped and squirmed beneath you. “Love you in my mouth," you murmured, feeling his hands grip the sheets in pleasure.
He moaned and tangled his fingers in your hair, urging you on with a string of profanities and praises and you felt your wetness pooling between your thighs. "Fuck, you’re doin’ so well," he groaned, you could feel his arousal building, his hips lifting off the bed to meet your mouth as he moaned your name. You took more of him in your mouth as his cock hit the back of your throat and you felt tears start to gather near your eyes, it didn’t matter how many times you did this, he was so big.
“Oh yes, keep doin’ that,” he begged, his words becoming more desperate. “You look so fuckin’ pretty takin’ me down that tight little throat,” his voice strained with need, and he tightened the grip on your hair. You both were so lost in the moment, and before you could continue, the bedroom door suddenly burst open and in walked in your two daughters. They froze in shock, their eyes wide with horror as they took in the scene before them. Thankfully you were still under the covers, and they couldn't see Joel's... friend.
"Mom! Dad! Oh my God!" Ellie shrieked, covering her eyes with her hands.
Sarah gagged. "Ew, gross! Can't you guys lock the door or something?"
Joel’s face flushed crimson as he stammered. "What the hell?! Can't you guys knock?!" he exclaimed, pulling the sheets up to cover himself. Why were they here so early? They had said they would be getting dropped off in the afternoon; it was only 10 AM.
You came up from under the sheets, but not completely so that you wouldn’t flash your daughters. "Oh, uh, I dropped my wedding ring," you stammered, trying to think of an excuse. "I was just looking for it under here,”
"You’re making it worse Mom!" Sarah said, shaking her head in disbelief. “You guys can't be doing this, you're like too old. Dad could have a heart attack,” her face flushed with embarrassment.
“Too old? How fuckin’ old do you think I am?” Joel snapped, his voice cracked as he glared at them.
“Girls, um, let’s give your father and me a moment to… uh, get dressed,” you said completely mortified.
Ellie crossed her arms, her eyes wide. “Mom, seriously? Ugh, I'm going to go bleach my eyes,"
Joel’s face turned a deeper shade of red, and he fumbled with the sheets and mumbled, “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”
"Like your father said, you two need to knock before you come into our room," you scolded, covering yourself with the sheets.
This would be a memory that would haunt family dinners for years to come.
Sarah and Ellie quickly exited the room, and you knew they wouldn’t be unable to erase the image from their minds. Once they were out of earshot, Joel turned to you with pleading eyes, "We've scarred them for life,"
You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the situation. "Let's start saving money for their therapy fund,"
xx
It probably took an hour before you and Joel finally went downstairs to have an uncomfortable conversation with your daughters. It probably took a week before the girls finally forgot about it and Joel could finally look them in the eyes. It probably took a year before Ellie accidentally opened up an email on your phone from an adult store and saw your order for a clit stimulator set and some lube, and you two just agreed to never talk about it.
Little did you know that 10 years down the road on Sarah’s wedding day, she would stand with you for a quiet moment before the ceremony. She took a deep breath, her eyes filled with emotion, and began to speak.
“Mom, I have to tell you something,” she started, her voice trembling slightly. “Remember that one time in high school when Ellie and I accidentally walked in on you and Dad… you know, being intimate. It was so gross at the time,” she laughed softly, shaking her head. “But looking back, I realize how special it was to see that you two still had that spark, that love.”
You smiled; a bit embarrassed but understanding.
“Seeing you and Dad so in love, even after all these years, showed me what a real, beautiful marriage looks like. It wasn’t just about the romance; it was about the partnership, the support, and the ups and downs you had,”
She took your hands in hers, squeezing them gently. “I hope my marriage will be as beautiful as yours. Thank you for showing me what love truly looks like. I wouldn’t be here today, ready to start this new chapter, without your example,”
You felt tears welling up in your eyes and pulled her into a tight embrace, wanting to hold your baby girl for a moment longer, both feeling the weight and beauty of the day ahead.
Later that night, Joel would make love to you and tell you how lucky he was that you were his best friend and that he wouldn’t want to do this ‘crazy thing called life’ without you.
xx
Tagging some folks that engaged in my WIP Wednesday for this one-shot: @sawymredfox, @alltheirdamn, @mermaidgirl30, @luxurychristmaspudding, @pilotispunk
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