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pedge-page · 6 days ago

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OK I HAD THIS THOUGHT that Joel is probably enemies with the poor neighbours son 😭 across the street from them because the little brat always comes to bring candy or flowers to surprise his true love Sarah 😂🥰 (kindergarten Sarah likes the candy she gets to keep/she doesn’t know what relationships are yet😲)

and Joel is seething because his little girl is not ready to get married yet. And Mommy finds it so cute and thinks he’s over reacting.

OK NOW we have some info for this... its Mateo!!! Mentioned in this one

Much to Joel's dismay, the impromptu playdate with a BOY went so well, that Sarah asked the little gremlin if she can go to HIS house next time!

"Absolutely not," Joel grumbles, crossing his arms. you had just closed the door, waving bye in the windowpane as your neighbor and her cutie little son skipped back down the sidewalk.

it was bad enough that he gave Sarah a HUG, but Joel quickly put an end to that when he shoved his hands between them and force them apart 5 feet like they were contagious.

"We can both go if it make you feel better--"

"I don't trust the boy."

You laugh. "Mateo? He's literally a kid. Sarah is a kid. Mateo kid, Sarah kid.... do you see? Kids like to play."

"Its a play date today, then it'll be a date where they play next week," he stresses.

"You're thinking way far ahead."

"You're right. she won't be seeing him ever again--"

"She LOVED playing with him! Joel--" you put both hands on his shoulders. "This is okay. this is part of parent lives. Kids make friends."

but the week went by, and Joel's hatred for little Mateo only grew. Perhaps you never could see it, but he could see the little rascal scheming. Probably plottting to break his poor babygirl's heart soon enough. Lure the mom in, that's smart. get on her good side like he's some angel, and then a knife to his little girlfriend, and Joel will be defenseless.

No no NO!

His theories only grow stronger when you both show up with your daughter (Joel insisting Sarah has a weird rash and shouldn't be meeting anyone up) outside their house.

your neighbor opens the door, and there's little Mateo with two flowers he picked up at the park.

"Hi Sarah!" He shouts, waving. He thrusts the flowers at her awkwardly with a big smile.

Joel looks quickly between the two and the gesture, and before Sarah can grasp them, Joel snatches them up.

you all look at Joel suddenly.

"Saw...saw a bee.. something." He mutters. he can feel you burning laser beams through his ears, so he knees and hands them to Sarah grumpily. "Its safe now." You stomped his foot when no one was looking, giving him that warning look to behave. He didn't feel bad though. NOBODY but Joel had ever given Sarah flowers. and these two little weeds he picked? Sarah would never be pleased. he buys you and her bouquets of fresh roses almost every other week from the farmers market. This kid got nothin' on him.

Even when the three of you sat in the kitchen, having some tea and cookies, Joel paid no attention to the adult conversation. instead, he was leaning backwards, keeping both eyes trained in the living room right next to the open kitchen, watching Mateo's every move like a hawk (they were coloring their own books).

Once the day is over, Joel takes a deep breath, wiping the sweat stains from his pits.

you're too busy laughing. "Was it that stressful watching them color?"

"You never know. take one eye off of em and --" he doesn't wanna say it, with Sarah a few paces ahead of them, but he made a gesture at his ring finger.

You stopped mid track. "Joel. Miller. they're FIVE."

"He gave her flowers. You know what i was doin before i was gonna propose? Givin ya flowers!! And he said 'I love coloring with you'. He said LOVE. That's like...two words away from I LOVE YOU directly!"

another time Mateo came over (this seemingly never ends!). He was being dropped OFF for a couple hours, which meant less adults in the house!

Sarah was busy upstairs getting her hair combed all pretty with bows with you. Yet another seemingly obvious gesture to get dolled up for a BOY. He would need to put you in your place if you were going to keep enabling this kind of ridiculously inappropriate behavior between these two children.

Mateo had a few boxes of candy and lolipops he picked up. They had a note scribbed across the front, rubber banded together that scribbed: FoR SAra H". Even Joel could see they were some of her favorites: Milky Way, Snow Caps, Butterfingers....the kid was getting good.

Joel gritted his teeth as the little boy waddled in and made himself in the living room, waiting for his new bestie.

Mr Miller quietly sat down in the sofa chair, foldering his fingers together in his lap. He stared at Mateo and Mateo stared at him.

"And what are your intentions with my little girl?" Joel asked sternly.

Mateo shrugged. "Coloring."

Joel purses his lips together with a raised brow. Not believing this kid's story one bit. No no. He was one play DATE away from proposing at this rate.

Sarah and you came downstairs, and the play went as normal. They whipped out dinosaurs and toy carriages and horses. Joel sat exactly where he was the entire time, watching down on them. Even Mateo was getting a little annoyed by Joel's constant presence.

When all was done, it was time for him to leave.

Joel let his guard down too much, because in the blink of an eye, Mateo pressed a quick kiss to Sarah's cheek before smiling and running off to his mom in the driveway. Sarah squealed excitedly and darted back inside, leaving Joel gagged and dumbfounded.

Joel stood there, eyes wide, mouth agape, at this practical ASSAULT on his OWN DOORSTEP to his LITTLE ANGEL BABY--

"I can literally see the words appearing in your brain right now," you cackle, waving your hand over his eyeballs to get his attention back to earth.

"DID--did you just!?? SEE??"

"See? Nope. saw nothing." you shrugged and hid your smirk, going back in.

Joel slams the door shut angrily. "That's IT. I need to have a word with that boy's father. ALONE."

"Who, Frankie? Hes still overseas."

"Oh military? Well that explains it," Joel says nastily, placing his hands on his hips like he has no idea what to do about this devastating situation.

"Miller, you are a walking stereotype yourself," you tell him.

"Bet he doesn't even know what his own kid is up to. Ruining our daughter's sense of self--"

He keeps going on his little tangent, pacing over the kitchen as you rub your thumbs into your eyeballs.

"--and then she'll consider dropping out of college to chase some boy, because God knows every single thing i taught her gonna go through one ear and out the other. and then we'll find out months later she's pregnant--!"

"Jesus," you mumble exhaustedly.

"--n then we wont ever see her cuz she only got one man in her life, we'll get at best a Christmas card every other 5 years, then our asses will be planning funerals before she even--"

You stare at little baby Ellie, smashing her peas into her fingers as she listens to Joel intently. Not knowing a word he says but seemingly agreeing anyway with little "ah!"s.

Joel stops and takes a deep breath. He goes to snatch his stress relief baby. "You'll never betray me like that, wont you Ellie Belly?" He coos, holding her to his chest.

"Ah!" She replies with a big 2 toothed smile.

"S'what I thought."

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pedge-page · 22 days ago

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Joel Dealing with Wifey: Happy Mother’s Day!

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Mother's day starts with a bang of bad luck

Warnings: Oral F!receiving, period, period eating (accidental), descriptions of blood, almost shower sex, thigh fucking

18+ONLY

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A beam of warmth shines directly onto Joel’s face through the cracked blinds. He blinks, rousing himself awake, and the first thing that comes into focus is you: your peaceful, sound-asleep, drooling, smooshed face halfway onto his pillow, nose tucked into the fabric like a bird nestled safely against the warmth of her nest. He can’t help but grin, squinting with heavy eyelids as he moves to caress your cheek gently with his knuckles, only to just feel your soft skin, knowing you’re really here in this beautiful morning, in bed, with him.

You begin to shift slightly, a frown creased on your lip. “nnMmmnn,” you groan lightly. Your brows furrow slightly as you crack open one eyelid, then another. You almost look like you’re scowling when first awakened until you get a clear image of Joel’s big stupid dopey grinning face. Then you quickly relax, smiling too.

“Good morning,” you grumble. You feel soothed, feeling his still cup your chin with his thumb.

“Good Morning, Momma. Happy Mother’s Day,” he whispers. His breath fans across your eyelids, and you wrinkle your nose. It’s both horrendous and yet delicious morning breath, and it’s only the latter because it’s your husband’s stinky pinky self.

“I had the craziest dream last night,” you say.

His ear perks up, listening intently. “Was I in it? Giving you the best morning tongue fuck of the century?”

“You were in it, except you were on a unicycle, and there was a bear playing a banjo, and Tommy Lee Jones was narrating this apocalypse movie set 2 years from now, but it was dated 15 years ago, and the sperm whale—“

“You had chocolate last night?”

You think for a moment before nodding vigorously. A big fat fucking chocolate shake.

“Ah huh.” He brushes the strand of hair covering your eye. “You know what I dream of?”

“Triplet girls?”

He gives you a warning look before pulling your wrist up to his lips, kissing it. “Nothin’.”

“Well, that’s boring.”

“I don’t need to dream. My perfect little fantasy is already waitin’ for me when I wake up.”

You’re left completely gagged. He holds your gaze while giving your hand another deep kiss against your palm. Oh fuck him, he’s too good.

With a giggle, you bring his lips to yours. He pecks you, then again, and once more, until they’re no longer pecks and now full hearted kisses, drawing you closer to him as he encases his arms around your back.

He slowly slides over your body, his face nuzzling your own as he continues to shower you with kisses. You groan with each progressively more intimate movement of his lips on your body, until he’s trailing down your neck.

“Joel,” you whimper. Your head is feeling clouded with pleasure, overriding the sleepiness of your body. “I’m so wet for you right now.”

You feel him grimace against your chest. “Already? Let me feel…” His deft fingers trail down your stomach, squeezing your plush thighs and creeping in towards your sex. He dips his fingers, your legs instinctually spreading to allow him passage. The first little squelch can be heard from under the covers.

Joel lets out a satisfied growl. “Oh baby, you’re absolutely fucking drenched.” He continues to part your folds, fingering your entrance with twisted motions. Your wetness is insane, giving him perfect lubrication to finger-fuck you leisurely.

“Fuck—“ you toss your head back. He nibbles along your chin, sucking in your pulse right below your jaw.

“Angel—Jesus. You get this wet for me? Dreaming’ bout bears and banjos?”

You can’t even let out a chuckle. “Please…”

“I know, I know. Fuck, baby. I can’t wait— gotta taste ya.”

He shifts lower down your body until he’s disappeared under the covers.

You feel his breath over your mound before his tongue delves right inside. “Baby—fuck!” You whine.

He’s voracious, lapping up at your clit with quick flicks of his tongue. You can feel yourself gushing, your juices leaking onto the bed like a flow of river.

Joel hums loudly—“MMMMM.......mmmmm........nnnmm.......mmm?"

He pulls away briefly, the top of his noggin poking up through the sheets. You can hear the smacking of his lips.

“Pennies?”

“Pennies?” you repeat, confused. What, is he suddenly calling me his cheap date? What happened to being his perfect little fantasy?!

You draw back the covers, revealing Joel and…a fucking crime scene.

His face is absolutely drenched in your blood, from the top of his nose to his chin. The crimson color staining his white shirt and all beneath you in a large rounded puddle on the bedsheets, and smeared against the inside of the covers.

“OH NO!” You cry, terrified and leaping out of bed. Your period blood is smudged all throughout your inner thighs, complete with Joel’s handprints on the outside of your thighs. “Fuck fuckfuckfuck! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know—“

Joel chuckles, instantly holding your hand. “It’s totally okay, baby. There’s nothin’ to worry about. I’m gonna clean this all up; why don’t ya hop in the shower? Clean yourself off, freshen up a bit? I’ll take care of everything. Just relax.”

You whimper, unable to do anything but offer a soft smile at him. You almost go to kiss him, but the bloodied mess on his face stops you in your tracks. “You should uh, wash up too.”

“Yeah—yeah you get started in there and I’ll join ya in a second. Finish what we started…” he wiggles his brows.

You shake your head and head into the bathroom, already starting up the shower water.

Joel puts his hands on his hips, surveying the mess. It does look like a murder in bed. He’s gonna have to use some heavy duty cleaner if it soaked to the mattress, though nothing he can’t tackle. Might just need to air out the room for the rest of the day…

He doesn’t hear the patter of four feet rushing down the hallway. The click of the bedroom door snaps his head over too late as Ellie and Sarah, promptly 2 and almost 6 now, burst through excitedly.

“HAPPY MOTHER’S D—“

The girls stop mid track, a loud gasp at the scene in front of them: Their mom’s side of the bed vacant, except for a massive splatter of blood all over the sheets, and their dad, soaked red all over his clothes, mouth and neck, standing motionless as he’s caught in the midst of it.

Their eyes shift back and forth through it all, quickly again and again, until they fill overwhelmingly with terror and tears, trembling lips ready to burst like a damn, and Joel internally panics.

Oh shit, oh fuck, this looks—bad. Shitshitshit! No it’s ok, it’s just… it’s just period! It’s nothing to be scared of. Oh fuck this is not how he wanted to do the period talk. And they were also a little too young! I mean sure they’ll have it eventually, and it’s important they not be scared or unprepared when it happens, but he wasn’t expecting to talk it now. In fact, he wasn’t ready to talk to him on his own! You should be here—it’s much better coming from Mommy to daughters. Ah fuck how the hell is he gonna explain that. And then even worse, even if he can somehow patch an impromptu women’s nature speech after telling them about Mommy’s period, the next inevitable question will leave him speechless: why is mommy’s period on Daddy’s face? THAT he has absolutely no way to weasel out of. He’s frozen in place, mouth agape, unable to reason the fact that —

“DADDY. ATE. MOMMY,” Sarah screeches in horror, letting out the most devastating sob he’s ever heard. Both girls eyes spill with tears and erupt into a raucous of screaming-crying.

Oh.

He can’t even utter a word, their hopeless bawls scratching his eardrums.

The bathroom door flicks open angrily, a billow of steam dissipating towards the ceiling.

“Oh my god, I can’t even take a shower for 5 freaking minutes, WHAT is going on—!”

You step out, a towel turbaned over your head with another wrapped around your chest, skin still glistening with fresh water.

“MOMMA!” The girls scream, instantly running towards you. Sarah wraps her arms around you so tightly, her tearful face buried into your towel like she was worried you’d disappear into thin air. She continues to cry, all while Ellie, standing at a solid 34 inches tall, holds position in front of you defensively, her arms spread in T pose with her back to you, facing Joel with a mixed expression of fear and betrayal as if to guard you from his harm.

“What is—Oh Joel—“ You notice the bloodied mess still everywhere, especially on him.

He tosses his arms up in defeat.

Mom mode activities almost instinctively as you squat down to wipe their tears off their cheeks. “It’s okay! Nothing happened! I’m okay, Daddy is okay—“

“Did—d—Daddy—t-try—eat—eat mommy…” Sarah hiccups, her fists balled against her puffy eyes.

“No Daddy didn’t eat me. I’m right here. There’s nothing to be scared of. Its—its just—“

Oh shit you weren’t ready to give them the period talk. Especially when they’ll inevitably ask why would Daddy have Mommy’s period all over his face—

“Do you know what happens when…” you pause, everyone hanging on the edge of their seats.

“…when…when you don’t floss your teeth before bed?” You ask them, a serious tone in your voice.

The girls look at one another, unsure.

Your eyes sideways glance over to Joel, the dried blood trailing from his lips. “Well…guess what Daddy didn’t do?”

Sarah’s breath is caught in her throat. Ellie quickly mimicking her.

you raise your one brow, shrugging. “I don’t know…I’d be pretty worried if I didn’t floss either…”

The girls look at one another with wide eyes before bolting out of the room, down the hall, straight to their bathroom.

Joel lets out the breath he’d been holding for the last two minutes. “Jesus, you’re amazin’.” He strides towards you for a hug and kiss, but you hold him at arms length again.

“Please, you really need to clean off.”

He smirks, grasping your hand and pulling you close to him anyway. “Yeah? I think ya kinda like seeing’ me like this.”

Your cheeks feel hot, and it’s not just the temperature change from your incomplete shower. “Okay…maybe a little…”

“Mmmm, got my wife all in there steamin’ hot, all by herself. Didn’t even get to fuck ya properly before—“

The door flings open again, and little Ellie, fresh out of breath, looks up to the two of you with big round eyes.

“I ne’ know how to floss me teef,” she pants innocently.

“Oh. Sorry baby, I forgot you’re two.”

As you usher her back out the door, you point to Joel and then the shower with a wink.

He quickly bunches up the sheets, immensely grateful it only stained the washable topper rather than the mattress, and tosses them in the hamper. Stepping out of his briefs, then ripping his shirt of his head, he flashes on the shower again. The immediate heat of your previous wash has him yelping.

It’s only a moment before you’re latching the door closed behind you, stepping into the shower, and wrapping your arms around his midsection. The two of you naked, blood draining from your bodies.

“You know…you kinda should be celebrated today too,” you moan, planting a kiss to his chest.

He pulls his hair back, those light curls darkened and straight to give him a much more mature look. “S’that right? And why’s that?”

He rasps unexpectedly when you grip his hardening length. “I wouldn’t have been a two time mommy were it not for you.”

He kneads your ass cheeks with both large hands, pulling you flush against him. His happy trail tickles your belly, a steam of water catching between your tits and his chest. Joel’s cock nestles between your thighs, slipping between your folds as he humps you with slow thrusts.

“Let’s make you a three-time mommy,” he growls lowly.

You’re about to yank his head down for a hot make out session when a soft voice and a knock on the door stops you two.

“Mommy, did Daddy lose all his teefs too?”

“I wanna see, I wanna see!”

You both giggle. Your forehead slaps against his chest bone.

“Daddy has all his teeth still,” he shouts reassuringly.

You clear your throat, mom voice back on: “Can you girls make your beds and we’ll be out in 5 minutes?”

There’s a brief pause behind the door. You and Joel listen with hopes that they’ve pattered off again when—

“Why are you both in the shower together?” Sarah asks curiously.

Joel’s panicked eyes meet yours.

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pedge-page · 6 days ago

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Joel taking Sarah to her soccer game, and he's too into it that he cant sit down on the bleachers. Just stands on the side with arms folded, clapping and whistling encouragingly. Any time something happens, he claps her back up with a "you got this kid! Go get em!"

But then Sarah totally slams a goal and Joel cheers.

Except Sarah is absolutely flexing on the kid like she's a heavy weight, screaming and flexing her biceps down then up over her head like a show off.

And Joel is mid clap stopped. Not sure where she got that from. And then each time she gets a goal, she keeps doing it like being a total ego boy.

"Where the hell did she learn that?"

Right then, you pull up and run over to Joel. "What i miss??"

"She got 3 goals. But she keeps--"

"YYYEEEEAAAAAUUUHHHHHHH BABY" You bellow, starting to flex just like her on the opposite team "THATS MY BABY. THATS MY GIRL. GET. WRECKED. that's MY KID. OOOWWWAAAAAAAA " howling and barking like crazy.

"Oh. So that's where," Joel nods before grabbing your arms and settling them by your side since all the parents were staring at you.

#joel dealing with preggo wife

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pedge-page · 4 months ago

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Preggo Wife and PK!Joel's gf are giggling together talking about it rn

i wanna hold joel miller’s dick while he pees

#joel dealing with preggo wife #pk!joel

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pedge-page · 1 month ago

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Will hubby be jelly beans if wifey accidentally meets her ex/ some guy hit on her ????

Joel dealing with Wifey: The Ex

When you had come home with Sarah from a grocery trip, Joel could immediately sense something was … off.

You seemed a little distracted.

“How was the store?” He asks curiously, helping to unload.

You were staring off into the living room, a faint smile still stained on your lips.

“Baby?”

“Huh?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” You shake your head. “Was good!”

He nods, unconvinced. He continues digging in the bags, unloading the meats and cheeses, veggies, all while you fiddled with the wrapping of a bag.

And then you had the audacity to giggle. Out of no where. And NOT from something he said or did.

That was never a good sign.

“Forgot the potato salad,” he says quietly.

“Oh!” You check the bags again. “Shoot, sorry. I got… carried away at the store.”

He nods again, looking down. Shitshitshit. He needs to know what happened at the store!

When you go upstairs, Joel waits for you to close the bathroom door before fishing in his garage drawer for a sparkly pink device with princesses all over its square body: a walkie talkie set.

“Big Bird to Little Bird. Report in—over."

Sarah, still in her room, rushes to her toy chest, tossing things out until she gets the matching talkie. She flip on her receiver. “oh--Hi Daddy!"

"It’s Big Bird, remember? Code names only on this channel—over."

"Oh sorry. Big Bird."

"Its ok babygirl, tell me—“

"Code names!"

"Right, Little BIrd. I need ya to report on what happened at the grocery store today. Did something happen to Mommy? Over.”

Her voice comes over muffled. “Mmmm. I don’t remember I was playing with my barbie—Over.”

Joel rolls his eyes. “Remember we talked about being observant? Over.”

“Yeah. Um… let’s see…” she puts her finger on her chin. “Oh she met someone!”

Joel narrows his eyes. “Who?”

“I don’t know.”

“Boy or girl?”

“Boy!”

Oh crap. Joel puts his hands on his hips, glancing back up the stairwell. What guy could possibly get you so easily out of sorts like this? “What he look like?”

“Uhhhhh. Tall. He was like. Big. But not too big. But like. Bigger than me? Over.”

“So an adult?”

“Yeah!”

Christ she’s not good at this, he shakes his head.

“What did they talk about? Did he say his name?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I don’t remember what they said. But I think his name was John?”

“John? Repeat.”

“No was it Chris? Uhhh maybe it was uhhhh—“

Joel just stood there, palm on his forehead, waiting for her to settle on that very short memory.

“Oh! Marcus!”

“Marcus,” he repeats. Have you ever mentioned a Marcus? He would remember. right? And it couldn’t have been some distant friend at work either. You wouldn’t be this giddy over someone Joel doesn’t already know.

“Little Bird, I’ve got a new assignment for you--over.”

Sarah creeps over to the entrance of the master bathroom, perching herself at the cracked door. “I’m here—Over,” she whispers into the receiver.

“Ok good.” Joel cups his hand over the mic, safely standing at his work bench. “Now Momma’s gonna hop on a call with Auntie Maria pretty soon. Need ya to listen closely. She’ll tell her about what happened today.”

Sarah nods. “Got it. over.”

You’re busy sorting your makeup into your drawers, oblivious to the spying plot outside the room.

Joel knew you were more likely to share gossip with Maria, especially if it’s something you wouldn’t immediately tell him. But he had to ensure you would feel alone so that he wasn’t going to accidentally eaves drop, and his big clunky shoes trotting up the stairs would have given him away.

So he settled for lighter, smaller steps in the form of the biggest nosey queen: Sarah.

On cue, your phone buzzes on the countertop.

“Hey! Oh my god guess who I ran into today??” You whisper excitedly.

Sarah couldn’t hear Maria’s responses on the other end, but she tries her best to make out your words.

“Marcus!” You exclaim.

“Dad—Big Bird,” Sarah whispers.

“Yeah? What ya got?”

“His name was definitely Marcus.”

He rolls his eyes. “Ok ok, anything else? Who is he?”

“I’m listening. Over.”

You pace around the room, continuing your chat with Maria. “You didn’t know him at this point. I mean this was a long time ago. Do you remember I told you about him?”

There’s some muffled noise on the other end.

Then, you answer. “You know…”you voice gets as low as possible as you tell her…

Sarah gasps loudly into the walkie talkie receiver.

“What? What is it?” Joel asks fearfully.

"She said Marcus was her—wait can I say a bad word?”

“What? No--yes! go ahead just say—“

“You won’t get mad?”

“I won’t get mad Sarah just tell Daddy what Mommy said.”

“Mommy's...first BOYFRIEND.”

He should feel a little relieved that Sarah has learned “boyfriend” to be a banned word in the house, but the frozen chill that travels from his ear all throughout his nervous system sets him on reset mode.

“Hello? Daddy?”

But he doesn’t reply.

You go on to tell Maria: “He looks really good now. All those pimples completely cleared up. Anyway he asked—“

Sarah whispers urgently over the receiver : “She said he asked to go out to lunch with her!”

You listen to Maria for a second, and Joel can hear your voice carry over faintly:

“I don’t know. I didn’t tell him. I’m worried. You know how he gets. I don’t know how to tell Joel…”

The last part came in fuzzy. “Sarah, what’s going on?”

She crackles in. “Oh she’s hanging up now!”

Joel shakes himself. “Abort. Get out of there now!”

Sarah closes the talkie, tucking it into her belt and does a cartwheel out the bedroom door just as you step out the bathroom, none the wiser.

When the little girl rushes down the stairs, she goes straight to the garage, closing the door behind her with heavy breathing.

“Were you seen?” He asks urgently.

She shakes her head, still panting.

Joel just sighs.

Well. Shit.

His fist clenched the steering wheel even tighter than before. Jaw set in his best attempt to look normal. And failing miserably.

“You okay baby?”

Joel just swallows the bile in his throat. “Everything’s great,” he grunts with a frown.

You nod. He definitely seemed a bit…off—

NO FUCKING SHIT HE’S OFF, he’s saying in his head.

See, you eventually did approach Joel about the man at the grocery store. But what scared him a little was that you had said, “Marcus, my old friend.”

Friend.

Not ‘first boyfriend.’

not even 'ex boyfriend.'

Friend.

You specifically only told Joel he was your friend. Who invited you both for lunch. As a friend.

So yes, he’s filled with rage and confusion and fear and protectiveness and vulnerability and—

“He’d totally love you. I could see you two being friends.”

Oh Joel’s gonna make sure this Marcus never sees the light of day when he’s through with him.

You arrive at the spot: a little cafe in town. Chipper and bright. Perfect for a lunch date.

Date.

You brought your husband to your date. With another man.

He glances at you, your smiling face looking around, unaware of the bull at your grasp.

He closes his hand around yours tighter.

Then, his heart strains as you call out and wave: “Marcus!”

He’s exactly as Joel pictured: tall and slender, wearing tight and navy washed jeans, clean shoes, a plain top, a good looking but slightly rustic leather jacket, smooth faced and a neatly trimmed haircut. He stood up tall and with a great warm welcoming smile, with great teeth as he spotted you.

The man screamed office worker.

The exact opposite of Joel.

You rush up to him and go for a hug.

Joel has to remember to not blow out his jaw yet. At least, not in public. He did spot a dumpster around the corner of the previous alleyway. Perhaps if Joel just asked Marcus to help him with his truck there…

“And this is my husband, Joel!”

The high pitched siren ringing in his ears suddenly desist, as he realizes you’re both staring at him expectedly.

“Joel,” he repeats his name with a nod.

You give him a slight confused look, smile faltering only slightly.

Ever the gentleman, Marcus extends his large meaty hand (ugh shit maybe you do have a type) to Joel. That big smug—what Joel thinks is smug but is genuinely a kind smile—grin waiting on him.

Joel cracks his arm to life, freeing it from its stiffened place at his side and clasping Marcus’s hand—very very very firmly.

“Nice to meet the guy that finally made this one happy,” he teases nicely before slapping a hand on his biceps.

Joel’s eyelid flickered for a moment, a twinge of rage surfacing briefly. He surprises it with an extremely strained smirk. “And you are? Sorry. M’wife never mentioned ya before.”

You giggle, embarrassed. “Joel I totally did.”

“Ya didn’t.”

“I—I did.”

He shakes his head, staring at Marcus. “No, no, think I’d remember someone like this.”

You take a deep breath through your nose. What is with you? You’re shouting through your eyeballs.

He narrows his eyes at you.

Marcus can sense the awkward tension before speaking up. “I have a table if you’d both like to sit down?”

You order some water to start off. Joel a beer.

His hand squeezes yours, buried in his lap. He’d even hooked the legs of your chair so that it scraped a little closer to him, practically sitting on top of him rather than in an even 3 point circular table.

Marcus pressed his lips together. Oh boy…

“So uh…where ya from, Max?”

“It’s Marcus, Joel,” you remind him sternly.

“Sorry baby. Forgive me, Marc, new faces get blurred together when ya never hear bout them.”

He ignores the way you stomp your foot over his boot.

“Um…Yeah I’m from California actually.”

He leans back in his chair a little to cavalier, taking a sip of his bottle. “Yeah? Seems like it.”

You and Marcus turn your heads on Joel.

“Accent. Can’t ya hear it?” He coughs, clearing his name.

“Texas, born and raised, am I right?” Marcus quips. Clearly no longer pretending to fall for Joel’s fake attempts at a kind tone.

“S’right. This town right here. Whole life.”

“Yeah I bet. Let me guess… plumber?”

“Construction, actually,” Joel corrects him with a matter-of-fact snarl. “Huh let me think… college? Got a masters in … business finance?”

“Criminology.”

“Oh sure. Crying’ need for that.”

“Does a good job at keeping family’s safe in the city. Women especially.”

“I Keep mine just fine.”

“Yeah? Bet a hammer works real good in defense—“

“You bet it does, want a personal demonstration?” They’re practically standing over the table, faces a mere inches at one another.

“Joel,” you snap loudly.

He turns down to you, only to instantly get cold feet. Ears burning red, he wipes his nose, breaking the tension and setting back into his chair softly like a scolded puppy.

Joel sits in the passenger seat of the truck, slumped down. He knows he messed up. Looking outside, he sees you talking to Marcus, who’s got his arms folded over his chest. You’re clearly apologizing, cleaning up Joel’s mess. He feels awful that you’ve gotten used to doing that so often. You were right to be worried with Maria.

You can’t trust him to behave.

He looks away when Marcus hugs you, his soft smile returning. Something does bubble in Joel’s stomach as he watches him cup your cheek, wiping a stray treat that had fallen.

It aches in his chest unlike anything he’s ever experienced.

With a very small kiss to your cheek, you hug him again and wave goodbye, walking back to the truck.

Joel tries to look busy, fiddling with the loose button on his flannel as you slam the creaky door closed, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment.

“I’m…” he clears his throat. “I’m really sorry, baby.”

You just close your eyes. “What did Sarah tell you?”

Joel’s eyes go wide. “I don’t—“

“I know she’s your little sidekick. What did she say.”

“Said…said he was ya first boyfriend…”

Before you could even respond, Joel starts rambling: “I hate it, the way he looks at ya and how clean and good mannered he looks, and ya inviting me to meet your ‘friend’ when you damn well know he’s an ex? do you know how that makes me feel, angel? I’d do anything for ya, but this? I couldn’t keep my head on straight just thinkin’… wonderin’ what else you… you might be hiding from me, behind my back, n I—“

You let out a strained snort, barely contained. When he stops to look at you, you finally cackle.

“This ain’t funny, I—“ he protests.

You silence him by grabbing the back of his head and bringing him close to seal your lips over his.

He breathes in your scent, melting at the soft vanilla taste of your lip moisturizer he just bought you.

When you break, he blinks hazily. “That…I…I’m--“

You put your finger over his plush lips, humming shhhh.

Joel’s puppy eyes, the ones you’ve fallen head over heels in love with since day one, glance back at you expectedly.

“Rule number one: no more asking Sarah to play spy on me.”

He grumbles but nods.

“Rule number two: you ask me directly what’s on your mind.”

“Still don’t explain why ya called him a friend and didn’t tell me we were meetin your ex—“

“Joel.”

“Baby.”

“Joel.”

“Honey.”

“Joel.”

He sighs, his shoulders sagging. “Yes?”

“First of all, I did tell you about Marcus.”

He furls his brows. “Wh--no. No ya didn’t.”

"I did. And you didn’t remember, because you had already dismissed him from being a threat. Yeah. Yeah I know how you assess each guy I’ve ever mentioned.”

He sits back a bit in his chair. “So… Remind me again… Marcus…?”

“Yeah, I told Maria that he was technically my first boyfriend. But I wouldn’t even go as far to call him that, let alone an ex.”

“Oh hell, baby are you about to tell me you been seein’ him this whole time—!?”

You put your finger to his lips again. “As incredible of a husband you are, you’re really bad at listening.”

He nods. “M’sorry. Ya yap a lot. Go on.”

You give him a very warning look before continuing: “Marcus and I were boyfriend and girlfriend for about 8 days in the 3rd grade before he said he’d give me his fruit snacks, but then ditched me to go give them to Lilly instead.”

Joel blinks. “What?”

“You definitely know the Lilly story. Fuckin’ Lilly,” you spat venomously at the mention.

“Fuckin’ Lilly,” he repeated, because yes he absolutely did remember this story, and your life long vendetta against her.

“Maria jokes that he was my ‘first boyfriend’ because I cried in the bathroom until my mom had to pick me up in the middle of the day. I told her this story and she busted out laughing. Said I was a sensitive little bitch back then."

Right. 'Back then', he thinks silently.

“So—“ he doesn’t even know how to process— “So—“

“So… Marcus is genuinely an old friend. We went to 8th grade homecoming together where he gave me crackers and we laughed about it. I haven’t seen him in literal in decades, baby.”

He falls back in his seat completely, looking out the windshield. “Why don’t I remember this?”

“I told you: you didn’t think he was ever gonna be competition, so you didn’t commit this to memory. You just do what a good husband does: nods, rubs my feet, and says ‘girl that’s crazy’ like 5 times.”

“I…I…” his head slams back to the headrest. “I feel like a complete fool.”

“Yeah. You looked like one.”

“He… he was just…”

“Just wanted to get to know you. See the guy who makes me smile every day and has never made me cry.” You caress his gray and brown whiskers on his cheek with a soft smile. “Well, aside from tears of joy. Or hunger.”

He giggles, feeling a little better. You take his fist and press it to your lips, then unfold his burly fingers and kiss his thick palm too.

“Besides, he’s nothing like my type,” you whisper sensually, eye fucking him up and down with your lower lip bit under your teeth.

“Yeah. What’s those city hands gonna do, anyway? Type ya up a report about the new kitchen ya want?” He smirks proudly to himself. Joel always took pride in his handy worked.

Taking a deep breath, he clasps his hand over yours. “I’m sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to let it get out of hand like that.”

You raise your brow.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry for overreacting an bein’ a jealous bastard.”

God, those puppy eyes. He gets ya real good. “Thank you, bubba. Now you gotta go apologize to him.”

Joel cocks his head incredulously. “No I think I’m good. ‘nough embarrassment from me today—“

You’re reaching over his lap and opening the door handle, shoving his body out the truck and closing the door behind him.

You give him two thumbs up.

Joel grunts, rolling his eyes. Marcus is thanking the waiter and gathering his keys when Joel intercepts him.

“Listen I—I uh…”

Marcus folds his arms across his chest, standing up tall to listen to him.

He clears his throat. “I just—look I’m not—she’s…when I’m with…”

But the other man just smirks before putting his hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry about it. She’s worth defending.”

Joel and him both look back to you in the truck: you’re currently unraveling a snickers bar from the glove compartment and swaying your body to the blasting music, using the bar as a mic as you sing along.

The two men gaze upon you fondly.

But Joel’s head snaps back, eyes narrow. “S’that supposed to mean—“

“Hey man, Its alright. I meant, she’s a good friend. I’ve got nothin goin with her. All good.”

The two stand there quietly for a moment, and Joel’s about to take his leave when Marcus adds:

“She…used to be shy.”

Joel pauses, thinking hard about it.

Marcus continues, “Like didn’t feel comfortable in her skin when we were still kids. I think she was kinda like a lost puppy. So its—its nice to see her so comfortable with you. Like, genuinely her. Happy. Loved. Cared. She deserves that. I think you’re…I can tell: you’re good for her. In a way I don’t think she’s ever had with someone else. I mean, just look—“

They both look again at you, your tongue swiping chocolate over your lips like a messy toddler.

Joel can feel his heart swoon again. That’s my girl, he thinks warmly.

“Well uh, listen, thank you for meeting up with her again. Meant a lot. If ya wanted…you could come over the house any time. She… we’d love to have you for dinner.”

“I’d like that. Would love to see your home especially. I’m not very handy with … building stuff so…that’d be cool to learn something.”

Joel is absolutely beaming at that. “You got a deal.”

They shake hands and depart.

You turn down the music as he slides back into the truck. There’s a little bit of a glow to Joel that’s beaming off him, something that had been missing all day.

“I’m so proud of you my little puppy!” You exclaim, ruffling his hair like a dog.

He just stares at you. All of you. Inside and out. He almost forgot, but there was a brief time when he knew you, and you were a bit like Marcus described. Today? You’ve still got chocolate on your cheek as you smile with the biggest teeth, so touchy and loud, unafraid to voice yourself and stand your ground, never take no for an answer, defend and protect, but love and follow dearly.

Did he… do that?

“Come on, cowboy. Let’s go home.” You turn the key in the ignition and back out of the spot.

“Home,” he repeats. But his home is right here, holdin’ your hand in his lap like it’s the most precious piece of him.

Because you are.

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pedge-page · 15 days ago

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hi mamas, lately I've been feeling a bit self-conscious when I look at recent photos of myself, and I've been going to the gym lately (pero like I be counterbalancing that with eating whatever I want :/) and think I look good in the mirror but when I see vids/photos of myself I just don't feel good. Could u possibly write post-pregnancy!reader and Joel (after either Sarah or Ellie's pregnancy) and its been months but she just doesn't feel or like herself but Joel is determined to change that perspective around ASAP!

Hi my love! I'm sorry you're feeling down about yourself, I go through those moments so frequently. Feeling dismorphia when you think you look ok and then see yourself in a different light. It ruins your whole mood. Thank you for asking this! I hope it brings a little comfort.

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Joel spent a lot of time helping you get lotioned up when you were pregnant. Even now, with Sarah out of your body and you can finally reach your toes, he still finds joy in lathering you with deep rubs as he spreads the cream over your skin. Almost obsessively. No inch of skin was left untreated. He'd even stick his tongue out as he glided a heavy palm up from your belly to tits, then back down your sides and over your hips.

you thought you'd had enough man handling when he goes to squirt 5 more pumps in one palm.

You put the heel of your foot on his forehead, stopping him from coming any closer. "Too much! I feel like I'm sweating in a oily pit."

He plants a kiss to your sole before nudging your heel down onto his shoulder. "Gotta keep your skin nourished. And hydrated. I missed a spot," He rubs his hands together greedily.

"No you didn't! You got it already!" the two of you wrestle slightly, his body draping over yours but your feet keeping his stomach at bay.

"Stop squirmin' and give me your tits!"

"You just wanna grope them and have make naked all the time!"

"...ok and your point?"

You giggle. Finally letting your guard down, he grins as he smoothes over your skin with the cream, lathering it up in hands to keep it warm. He made sure to knead it in well enough. And your body DID need it. Drinking it in like a fish out of water.

You breathe deeply, staring at the ceiling as his pays especially attention to the skin under your breasts, your stretched stomach and girthy hips, down to your cellulite and wobbly skinned thighs that used to make boys turn...

"Um..." your voice sounded meek, almost exceptionally unlike you when you're with Joel. "You're not doing it...because you think it will help my body bounce back... are you?"

He furrows his brows, not sure what you're talking about. The concern and fear in your face makes him feel a pain in his chest that he immediately needs to help settle.

"Because um... its not--my body--it's not. Gonna look the same as before... after her. Um so. This might not, make it much better. Um. I'll be saggy and wrinkly, and not very sexy anymore so--I get it if that's what you're trying to do--"

he sees the shine in your eyes as you lose your words, too embarrassed to look at him.

"No. Nononono. Baby, that's not at all what I'm doing here and don't you dare start thinking I'm gonna love you any different just cuz your body changing from our baby." He lies next to you and pulls you close, his hands clutching your to his lips. "You're still just a beautiful as the day I met, just as hot the second I put that little baby in you, and you're just as gorgeous after. I've got no intuition to change what your beautiful body is doing--performing fucking miracles. I just want you to feel safe, happy, cared for." he plants a wet kiss against your palm. "Want ya to stop going to bed with dry hands and feet. Scratching me up all Night."

You laugh with him, blinking away the tear that had built up. "That was a test. You passed."

"Mmmhmmm. Always testing me."

He spends the rest of the evening peppering your entire body in kisses while massaging your stress away. when you were finally snoring, he turned out the tight, but stayed where he was, his elbow propping his head up taking you all in.

Joel sits and watches you more than he wants to admit because he's so goddamn in love with you. You're so uncharacteristically peaceful now. Cuddled against your pillow, deep breaths rhythmically settling you. Soft and gentle as a newborn calf. Completely unlike the sassy snarky woman yelling at him all day. Even when you were berating him for dumb shit because your hormones were through the roof, he still loved you. You're the firey spitball of energy and emotions on a roller coaster that keeps him on his toes, reminding him that you're so full of personality and neediness and bursting with energy and he's the only one equipped to get it for you--the only one you'd ever feel so comfortable to ask --and demand and yell and bitch--and all of it makes him laugh on the inside because It's just you. So you. All you.

And he's amazed. Amazed every day when he gazes upon his little Sarah. A whole human your body grew inside you from start to finish. Amazed every day when he sees you rocking her in your arms, feeding her with your breastmilk. Its like your body never stops giving and giving. Amazed every day that you can move and groove, sway your hips and do cartwheels in the grass like you're a kid again, eager to make your little babygirl laugh heartily.

He doesn't care that your boobs are saggier than before. Doesn't care about the extra poof on your belly that won't go away. doesn't care about the stripes around your thighs and hips that are here to stay. When he sees those things, he doesn't see imperfections or negative changes. He sees you. A girlfriend then. A mother now. His wife always. And that brings joy to his soul, knowing you're sticking with him through it all.

He's already thinking about his tired, wrinkly, speckled worn old man hands rubbing you to sleep with lotion when the two of you are 90, so he can keep lookin at you just like he is now. and always has.

Amazed to call you mine.

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pedge-page · 3 months ago

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I hope this makes sense but I’d love a cute and sexy little moment where Mama does the “mom chop” after having Sarah and Ellie bc the babies are always pulling on her long hair when she hold them and she doesn’t want to worry about all the time she spends to style it. Joel sees her and think she looks so sexy with her hair short (like a short bob cut) and he’s begging to get her pregnant again lol

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Making a Mom out of You

warnings: more detailed descriptions of hair, unprotected sex, breeding kink, doggy, feral Joel, not really a Mommy kink but really into Mommyfication kink? , descriptions of post-pregnant body

18+ ONLY

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It’s not her fault at all. She’s just a baby. Sarah was no different. Those chumba little fists were strong as hell.

But you were ready to cuff those hands behind their back if Ellie yanked on your ends one more fucking time.

As if on cue, she looks you dead in the eyes. Held hostage by one of her bitty hands curled up in a ball is your long hair. You balance her sippy cup in your other arm, unable to defend.

You could see it in her eyes. The way she’s telling you that she saw how you ate Daddy’s last cookie, and blamed it on Sarah. And now she’s about to exact her vengeance upon you…

A tense moment passes between momma and baby. And then—

“OW!!” You screech.

From the stairwell echoes a booming thumpthumpthumpthum—BANG, and Joel, limping with impressive speed while rubbing his shin, appears with concern.

“What happened??”

You wrap your fingers gently but firmly around your 1 year old’s hand, trying your best to detangle her fat claws from your strands. “I’m done. IM DONE!”

Joel helps by offering his arms out to Ellie, which she immediately bounced right out of your embrace and into Joel’s.

“Done… with…?” He almost worriedly looks to his little innocent baby girl, surely not suggesting that you were disowning her now?

“I just—I need a hair cut. This isn’t working anymore—“

“Your hair is beautiful—“

“I know it is!” You huff. “But it’s just not easy with the girls.” Between Sarah now wanting to paint your hair with marker and Ellie determined to get you a freeway pass to early balding, having each to access long hair was no longer ideal. “Can I just—I’m gonna run for a walk-in appointment and I’ll be back in less than an hour—“

Joel soothes your worry with a warm kiss to your forehead. “You take as much time as you need. Get one of these head scalp rub things. And the—the conditioner—treatment—soft rubbing—you know the one.”

You smile as he holds and bounces with Ellie. Pecking him on the lips a few times, he sends you off your way in the car.

As you back away, Joel carries Ellie back inside. “Mama just gonna get a little refreshing’ cut. She’s be lookin’ just the same, just our same pretty lady.”

Except you didn’t come back lookin’ quite the same pretty lady.

Joel is mid changing Ellie’s diaper on the floor when you come in and drop your keys on the counter.

“How’d it go—“

He pauses when he finally looks up, and the content expression from his face vanishes:

Who let this hot fucking milf in his house??

“S’okay,” you mumble, still running your fingers through the voluminous and now much shorter strands. They practically bounce back with an effortless glow.

Your once glowing, youthful hair was now cut back in, daresay, an even sexier, mature look? How is that possible?

You were still you… beautiful woman and all just as he’s always seen…but suddenly he was staring at a different version of you now. You were a hot sexy girlfriend turned wifey he would fuck in the backseat- of his car like a whore, turned into to the hot sexy wifey turned MOM who he’ll be fucking in the backseat of a mini van before pickup from soccer practice like the neighborhood affair.

Its just as good… but so new… he doesn’t know how to contain himself.

You shake your head, the hair bouncing with each little jolt and then quickly back into place. “I didn’t like the mousse they put in so I’m gonna rinse it out and take a shower. Be out in a few minutes, ok?”

Joel is still drooling into Ellie’s belly button. He barely registered you had spoken to him, let alone where you were suddenly disappearing off to.

He wipes his mouth hastily and scoops Ellie up like a football. Running to Sarah’s room, he grabs her as well, iPad still clutched in her hands without a care in the world of being held on her side.

Car.

Seats.

Buckled.

Door.

Ignition.

Vroom.

The door to Tommy’s newly moved in house gets kicked in, making the younger brother yelp like a bitch. Just As qucking, in comes Joel with two squirming kids in either arm, his biceps flexing like he was carrying logs from a hot day of chopping wood. He tosses the girls on the couch next to him, their squealing laughs ringing deaf on their dad’s ears.

“Joel-what the—“

But he doesn’t look at him as he’s already storming his way out with heavy thuds of his boots. “Watch ‘em — 1 hour—“

He slams the door shut.

Tommy blinks, then checks out the two kiddos next to him, smiling, like they were about to make this the most painful hour of his life…

Joel is speeding back down the street, barely coming to a stop at the intersections. His fists white knuckling the steering wheel, he’s never gritted his teeth so hard in his goddamn life.

When he gets home, you’re just stepped out of the shower: skin still warm and moist, barefoot with your smooth legs paddling around the carpet. You’re sporting one of his large T shirts while rubbing your now half damp hair with a towel, your head tilted to the side to get the water out.

“I was thinking for dinner, I could make us some pasta —“

You hadn’t noticed he had left, that the girls weren’t home, let alone the way he’s barreling to you like an avalanche about to consume your valley whole.

He quickly wraps himself around you, his arms under your butt and lifts you into the air like nothing. “J-Joel!”

With your legs now firmly wrapped around his middle, he carries you off to the bed, and falling forward with you caged underneath him. His strong, burly body suffocates you. Dominant hands gliding over your thighs and up your shirt, revealing your nakedness before him. His touch is insatiable, rolling his jean clad bulge into your core. Before you can protest, his tongue slips into your open mouth, and he kisses you with such fervor, you nearly pass out with the combined heat of the shower still radiating your senses.

“W-wh-w-mmf!” He seals your lips again with an even hungrier kiss. Between his fingers tweaking your nipples with his massive paw groping your tit, to his knee nudging your legs even further apart, elbow hooking underneath to get your ankle snugly latched over his back. He doesn’t relent, tongue chasing yours with he snarls through his nose just to breathe without separating from you. It’s suffocating in the best way possible.

Finally you curl your fingers in his hair and tug, earning a low growl from the beast above you.

“WHAT is going on Joel Mill—“

“You look so fuckin’ good, Momma,” he rumbles from deep within his core. You get a good look at him now above you: pupils dilated like a fuckin’ demon, his back and shoulders expanded with his breath, his tongue caught between his teeth as he licks his lips scanning over you. “I ever tell you that, Momma?”

“I—I mean—yeah—you—you usually say I’m pretty—“ you bat quietly, unsure where this extra level of attention is coming from—

He cuts you off as he rolls your shirt completely over your tits. Looking at you now, he falls even closer, both forearms laying flat on either side of your head. “No,” he breathes into your lips, nose grazing yours. his digits filter over your new hair, barely straightening before loosing the strands completely after a moment. “I ain’t tell ya just how good you look, like a momma.”

His gaze roams over your whole body, spread out on display for him: squeezing your plush hips, all widen beyond your youth, up to your soft belly, who’s miraculously carried not one but two babies already, and lookin’ like she could use a third; kneading your tits—your now twice-breast-fed tits, which are even softer and supplier in his thick palms. Jesus. He really did alter your body completely into a mom’s didn’t he?”

“You’re such a hot fuckin’ mom, baby.”

You’re not tracking it. “I—I’ve been a momma…for like…a few years now, Joel. Baby are you okay?”

“I’m so fuckin’ good,” he cackles, grinding his body deeper into you. “SO fuckin’ good.” He can’t stop looking at you like you’re his first and last meal, and like its the first time he’s having you like this all over again.

You can tell he means it.

“I—“

He buries his head into your neck and starts rolling his bulge into your heat.

You gasp.

“What if I made ya a momma again? You want that? FUck look at what ya do to me.” Another punctured rut of his throbbing cock desperate to break through his jeans and wedge itself inside you elicits a moan.

“Is it…is it my hair?” Ask you curiously.

He lets out an even more desperate growl, humping you like a dog while his fingers tangle in your strands.

It’s the hair, you nod with a self satisfied grin, wrapping your hands tightly around his broad shoulders.

“Do ya see yourself, momma? Do you see how fuckin’ breedable ya are—how breedable I made you? You always been but… fuck…you’re like… like a fucking MOMMY now baby look at you. All of ya, my fuckin girl, a momma now, no hiding it no more…fuck…fuck…fuck” he hums into your temple.

“You did that to me yourself,” you whisper, clasping his face in your hands.

He groans louder, rutting his hips deeper into you. “I wanna do it again. Ain’t gonna let ya leave this bed till ya bloated with another one.” He pets over your stomach. “You remember that? All pregnant n’ full of me. Bet ya body remembers it. How bout we dump the birth control again huh?”

Your mad man is talking again.

“Joel…” you whine. He’s getting to you though, with the incessant hands roaming all over your body, his lips attached to your neck and hips thrusting against your mound, your body is begging to let the man have his way today.

“Where are the gi—“

“With Tommy.” He shushes your worry, almost drunkenly with heavy lids. “Gimme 40 minutes, momma, just you n’ me. How about it, Momma?”

You should have said no. But god damnit, Joel Miller know’s how to make good on those 40 minutes and show his wife a good time.

You’ll have to send Tommy a nice gift card for his trouble. Maybe a vacation package for him and Maria. Right now, you’re too focused on the way Joel’s cock is carving a whole new home inside your cunt as he rails you from behind.

And he’s fucking—hard.

“You like that, baby? You n’ me fuckin’ in the car—gettin that stupid mini van ya want— before those parent teacher conferences or behind the bleachers —oh fuck baby squeezing’ me just like that—like a whore mom who can’t keep that pussy at bay—and—”

He’s just been babbling, images flooding your mind of all the naughty things he wants to do to you, with more energy than you can even calculate he has stored right now.

And you? You’re teetering between insanity and falling unconscious from the heaping amounts of pleasure he’s forcing into you. Your one arm is extended to its furthest reach, fingers just barely grazing the headboard for stability. Joel’s steel grip digs into your waist with each clash of his thighs against your ass. His other hand is scrunched into the roots of your hair, holding you in place with a gently yet arousing grasp. The satisfying slick slap of his balls kissing your clit make your nerves curl deliciously.

He hisses through his teeth with each forceful puncture.

You might actually pass out from sex.

“J-J—Joel-oel-oh-oh-oelll—“

He pulls you up until your back is flush against sweaty chest, nowhere for him to go but deeper. “Yeah Momma, you feel it yet?” He brushes over your stomach, down to your naval and below, pads of his thumb rubbing tight circles into your clit. His other fingers grave on other side of your folds, and he can feel just how much pressure changes each time his girth slots back into your tight heat. “Shit—shit—you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous…” he squeezes his eyes shut, concentrating and just feeling you. All of you.

You nod helplessly, surrendered entirely to his control.

Your eyes fall to the side to meet his wild, desperate ones staring back at. “Amazin’,” he rasps before planting a hot hiss on your pulse.

The point of his nose grazes along your vein in your neck, his lips sucking sickies into your skin. His breaths are fast and harsh, tickling your ear.

You close your eyes, letting yourself fall into him.

“I love you,” you whisper.

His eyes flutter open, the hand tangled in your hair now squeezing tighter as he forces your lips to his once again in a passionate clash. He won’t let you breathe, but won’t let you fall either.

His stomach presses perfectly above your ass. Bodies strained in a thin layer of sweat, and muscles aching in all the right places, Joel holds you captive against him. He hasn’t stopped paying attention to your sensitive zones. Between flicking your clit and tweaking your nipples, he’s made excellent work of keeping you on a dizzying edge of pleasure without pushing you over.

“Auughhh!” He yelps, falling forward onto you. Your hand can’t hand the surge, and you’re falling face first into the pillowy mess below. His forehead sticks to the nape of your neck, kissing it, while his thrusts increase in shallow, harsh punches, completely battering your walls.

You can’t even form coherent words. Just eyeballs rolled back, and hums of ecstasy as you bite into the pillowcase.

“You’re gonna cum for me, Momma, yeah? You’re gonna cum, and I’m gonna—fuck—fuck!—cum inside you, and we’ll make a little baby in there, an’ you’re just gonna be a momma forever okay? You n me, babies every year—“

If you had half a braincell left that hadn’t been Molded into Joel Miller shaped penises, you would remind him no, you two were done.

But right now all you can do is nod for him. He’s so close, recklessly humping and slapping into your ass without thought. Your clit is smashed against the bunched up comforter, dragging deliciously, but oh no, Joel won’t let something else get you off this time.

He forces his hand beneath your body, palm splayed across your lower stomach and pushing inward. At the same time, his pointer and middle finger twiddle with your swollen clit, all sticky and warm under the mass of him.

Your voice is hoarse, cracking as you let out a cry. He can feel your cunt pulse before absolutely clamping down on him like a vice, and cumming harder than you had in years.

And Joel Miller always makes you cum during sex. But this?

You shouted. shook and cried, sang like a mantra of moans just never ending as the white hot pleasure courses through you, filling your every senses and exploding them until you’re nothing but an empty shell, incapable of processing anything else but ecstasy.

‘That’s it that it momma holy fuck—you cum s’goodformeyesyesyes—ahh fuck I can’t—I can’t—I’m gonNA—!”

He bares down with all his strength. A tense moment of his held breath passes before he’s erupting in a chorus of groans and growls. Your body jolts with each spurt of his seed finding its way deep inside your womb. He’s laid completely boneless atop you, heavy and breathing in your skin like it’s his lifeline.

When the final pulses from both of you have subsided, you lay still, sweaty and collapsed.

His soft kisses find their way to your neck again, like he’s trying to rouse both of you to stay awake but stay still, exactly as you are.

It’s been on both your minds: you hadn’t fucked like that in years.

Sure, you and Joel had a very active, amazing sex life. Always had. But you realized a lot of the desperate, harsh, steamy, raw sex had been disbanded when the girls came along in favor of naps, lazy oral, slow grinding, and quickies. When was the last time you both acted like savage animals on one another and let it play out like this?

He thinks about how much he’s missed out on you. How much the two of you had let being parents dictate your schedules. How little he’s opened his eyes to seeing this new woman right before him, the woman who not just the mother of his kids but has actually become a mom, and how he’s cursing himself for not having taken ever advantage to show you just how hot you are every day by being like this , and —

“Joel,” you whisper beneath him.

He shakes his head and lets up. You roll over to your back, with Joel settling right above you again.

As if you could read his mind, you cradle him with a smile. “Joel, look at me.”

He obliges, and your sink a little more in love with him when the soft, vulnerable, (slightly more sane) brown baby eyes find you again.

“I feel so loved from you. Every day. I feel sexy because of you. Its never faltered. You make me feel like a woman, a mom, a wife, a partner. A hot sex kitten and a sexy forbidden affair. I could not have asked for a better man oogling me up every day like a slab of butter on popcorn--“

“Why, you craven’ popcorn?” His ears perk up. “Is that a baby—“

“There’s no baby, cowboy.”

He chuckles. Bringing your palm to his lips, he sucks a sweet kiss into your skin. “I know. I’m happy with us. Just love seein’ you a mom is all.”

“I’ve been a mom for like, 5 years now!”

his eyes wander off course slightly. He fiddles with your hair, a little grin tugging the corner of his lips. Irises practically heart shaped, like a toddler who got distracted by pretty lights as he fits his fingers in your new mom-cut.

“Joel.”

“Huh?”

You laugh, slapping his shoulder before bringing his face back down for a legnthy kiss.

Tommy won't mind watching the girls for the whole night…right?

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Joel x preggo wifey type annoyed expression right there

you're Joel's passenger princess but he's mad and you're trying to cheer him up with a lil footjob [this is what love is]

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does joel take care of wifeys bush for her while she’s pregnant? I have a feeling he would appreciate hers very much

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You would absolutely insist on having it shaved, and you'd shave it yourself as much as possible while pregnant. But when you get to that point that you can't see or reach over your belly, you call upon your doting, obedient, loyal husband who would do anything you ask of hi-

"No."

You blink at him. With a razor blade in one hand and shaving cream in the other, you're naked as your soon-to-be-baby will be on the day of her birth.

"What."

He shrugs. "Said no."

"But... its..."

"It's beautiful."

You scoff. "C'mon Joel." Holding out the razor and cream, you smile with pleading eyes.

He only shakes his head again. "I'm not doing it. I wanna enjoy the bush."

"The what?"

He chuckles. "Heard me." He paces forward, your belly bumping his as you are forced to step backwards. "I said--" he reaches behind you to knead your ass-- "I want--" You find yourself pinned in front of the sink-- "the bush."

"I dont-- what does that even mean?"

But he's already kissing down your belly button.

"Leg," he commands.

You give him a sideways look from above, barely seeing his lidded eyes over the swell of your tummy.

You whimper but lift your thigh, enabling him to hook it over his shoulder. His hand finds its way to cup against your lower back so the countertop doesn't uncomfortably cut into your spine.

"Joel..." you whine. "Its just....so..." you cover your face with your hands, though you can't even see his expression down there in the great beyond anyway.

"S'magical," he replies, nose nuzzling your newly grown hair. "Ooo baby. It's like my beard rubbed off on ya down here."

"How is THAT sexy?"

"You like my beard don't you?"

Fair point. "But not on me. Not down there."

He chuckles, inhaling your scent with a kiss to your pelvis.

"Let's get explorin," he grumbles with a sly smile, before spreading you expertly apart with his fingers. His lips attached to your clit, and he starts sucking with such precision, youre not sure what "exploring" hes talking about. The man has chartered every millimeter of area down there. Playing you like a piccolo, Joel eats you out and nudges your g spot until you're crying and grasping the sink behind you.

Once you've cum three times on his tongue, you're exhausted. "J-joel," you plea.

"Mmm?" He pulls away, showcasing his soaking mustache and lopsided drunk grin. "S-wrong, Momma?" He rubs along your belly with his slick hand, soothing your twiching body.

You feel dizzy, unable to argue with him. "M'not...asking you... take care... of-of... it...'gain."

He giggles into your belly. "Honey," he tuts. "Wasn't gonna ask your permission. I'm gonna enjoy this for as many nights as I can get it. Now how about I take ya to bed so we can continue preserving these forests?"

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: the Perks of Pregnancy

When Tommy had to grab something in your bedroom, he paused at the contents on Joels bedside dresser. Its shocked him in a way he wasn't expecting, and Its been stuck in his mind all day.

Even now, as you and Joel of you share a kiss before getting out the car, his brother's hand lovingly caressing your back the entire time you walked.

Tommy always only ever saw this version of the two of you.

You go to the bathroom for the 4th time in the hour, leaving the brothers alone, holding your bags. He glances at his big brother, swaying on his heels. He has to bring it up...

"Listen I think its.... its sad," he says, instantly wishing he chose another set of words. "That you have to go through that. Like. At home..."

Joel's immediate thought is how you keep asking for milkshakes at 6am.

"She's a stubborn woman," Joel nods, but it's the most negative thing he's willing to say about you, knowing your bloodhound ears might pick up on it.

Tommy nods. "I get it. Pregnancy probably makes it... a lot more difficult. Gotta.... get those needs somehow, right?"

Joel curls his brows, staring downward slightly. "I guess..." he wouldn't call milkshakes at 6am a need. Sure could wait till at least 10. "Just works out that way," he nods.

And i... i guess I'm surprised? Like I would have never guessed, between the two of you... that... uh..."

Joel watches Tommy stumble over his words like this is a difficult subject, and hes now seemingly less convinced that they're talking about your milkshakes....

"It's... probably...just something ya gotta deal with. Downside to everything I guess." Tommy rubs his head awkwardly, avoiding eye contact like he's too embarrassed to say it.

Joel lets out a sigh. "Fuck Tommy, I got no clue what your talking about."

"I mean... the...lotion. and tissues..." he suggests. "...by your side of the bed."

Joel gives him a curt nod, still not seeing what's adding up.

"Like I'm just... surprised. I figured you two.... i mean she always seemed so... eager... so i...i feel bad for you... you gotta take care of.... that on your own again...."

And then it clicks, and the older brother laughs, a big hearty and throaty laugh deep from his chest. "Listen, that's not... That's not a problem at all in that department."

"W-really?"

"She's stubborn. That's all I'm saying to that."

And it's fucking true.

No, he doesn't have tissues and lotion by his bed to jack off into because you won't touch him during pregnancy. God, if ONLY that was his problem with you.

No, it's because you've gotten lazier than a fat sloth and refuse to lubricate your dry skin or blow your nose. Every night he hears you sniffling, nose runny with something and you won't get up. So now hes made a habit of sticking a tissue in your face and making you blow. He rubs it all out your nsotrils ans tosses it for you.

The baby is also sucking up a lot of water in you, and you're barely drinking the minimum. So joels taking upon himself to pumps a few squirts onto his hand, rub them around so it's warm enough, and then slather it on your body as you rotate like a rotisserie chicken for his ease.

And THAT usually unlocks extra loins stretching time he usually doesn't account for.

"Yeah. Listen I haven't needed to take care of that by myself in a long while. You don't need to feel pity for me at all, little brother, alright?"

Tommy chuckles, relieved.

Just as you come back, wagging your fingers dry and grasping your purse again, you pinch joels cheeks. "Whats with this awkward tension between you two?"

They shrug. "Nothin. S'all good. Right?"

"Yep."

You narrow your eyes between the two of them.

"Joel."

"Yes baby?'

"I want a massage tonight. And by massage, I mean on the inside. And on the inside, I mean by putting your hee ha in my hoo ha--" you put your finger through your hole to make it even more clearly obscene.

Tommy just chokes on his cough, desperate to look away and interested in the pattern of the walls.

"Subtle," Joel hums, unbothered. Almost... exhausted.

You pat his cheek and then saunter on down the aisle, one rubbing over your belly soothingly as you check out the cereals.

The brothers stay there for a minute. Tommy glances at Joel again, seeing just how tired he is at the notion of sex ...

"Its ... its the opposite problem... isn't it," Tommy asks fearfully.

"She's gonna snap my dick right off, I swear," Joel mumbles, a numbness in his tone. "Its like... 10 rounds a night. I'm not 20 anymore..."

Tommy slaps joels back. "That--I've got no sympathy for."

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Don't Leave Mom in Charge

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Joel had to take day long business trip, which meant it was 100% girls for the next 24 hours in the Miller house. He wasn't particularly chipper about it, but you gave him a big kiss and patted his ass off into the truck last night.

So now you were driving to get some groceries with the girls. Sarah strapped in her booster and Ellie in her carrier.

"Momma," Sarah asks.

"Yes baby?"

"Um Avery at school talked about her pet dog."

"Oh?"

"Can we get a pet?"

You pinched your brows, glancing at the rear mirror at both Sarah and Ellie nodding. Clearly they had discussed this prior, but....

"But ... we have a pet already, honey?"

Sarah returns the same puzzled expression. "Who?"

"Spoon!"

"Oh."

You chuckled. As Sarah and Ellie scratch their heads at the idea that their third sister, who happens to be a dog, was also a pet. And not just.... their dog third sister.

"Can we get Spoon a pet??"

You almost wanted to turn around with a signature Joel wtf expression.

But their gleaming eyes shined back at you with so much hope. And Ellies little wobbly begging lip...

No. No! Stay strong Mrs. Miller. "Im sorry baby, Daddy wouldn't like us getting another doggy. Besides, we love Spoon!"

Sarah shifts in her chair, looking out the window. "Why do you always have to listen to what Daddy says?"

"I--" you thought about it for a second. "I do not."

"Yeah huh. We never do what you want cuz Daddy says everything."

"No he--no he doesn't!" You say a little sternly. Mostly at yourself. Shit. Do you always only ever do what Joel says?

"Aren't you equal?"

"Of course we are!"

"So why you always need Daddy permission?"

"I... I do not need Daddy's permission for everything!" You half shout, putting your foot down on the gas. "I am an independent woman. And I'm raising two independent girls! Yeah. Yeah screw what Daddy says. Let's do what Mommy says for today! Because Momma said so!"

The girls cheer and clap. You feel like a queen.

"Can we have ice cream for breakfast too?"

God damn these kids really have the best ideas. Fuck Joel! We're doing things Mommy's way!

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Its been a fucking. Day.

Joel shucks his boots off and just one step at a time up to the bedroom. He has no idea where you or the kids are. Probably out back? Yeah. He'll say hi... eventually. He will, just... just needs to close his eyes for a second.

He falls back onto the bed, head resting at the lower cusp of his pillow. Ugh yeah. He needed this. He wants nothing more to sleep the exhaustion away.

He feels a compression in the bed by his side.

"Baby?" He hums, still not opening his eyes.

An annoyed little beastly gruff answers him.

"Spoon." He opens his eyes to see the hound sitting to his right, her face downward pointing at him with that same expression she always gives him, with those droopy flabby cheeks and black eye balls of disappointment.

She's not supposed to be on the bed. Course. It took less than 24 hours for you to untrain her.

"Stay," he hums. He's too tired to scold her. So he closes his eyes again.

But then there's another gruff, a smaller high pitched one. Now from the left side. "Spoon," he says again, more annoyed.

He opens his eyes to see her sitting on his right now. That's odd. She's so much smaller now too. His eyes must be playing tricks because he can still feel the depression in the mattress on his right...

But when he looks there again, on his right is ALSO Spoon still. The big version. Well that can't be right. There's two Spoons on the bed, a mini and a max. Shit. Is he going cross eyed?

Mini Spoon begins licking his scruffy cheeks and lips a little too voraciously, little paws stumbling onto his chest.

But big Spoon still stays angrily over him. As if gesturing to the incredulous act that--

There's another dog in her house.

You came inside to fetch a water bottle when Joel comes down.

"You're home! I didn't hear you come in!" You exclaim, immediately going to him, but stopping in your tracks at the lively little thing in his hands.

"Oh, you've met..."

He puts his finger up to silence you. The bags under his eyes are so heavy. Oh shit. Oh shiiiit. He's mad. Really mad.

Spoon sits at his heel, as if for once on his side with a 'I told you so' expression'.

"Um....well the girls.... she ... it was really a good idea i thought... and...and ... and you know what? It's my house too damnit! I get a say, and I don't need your permission to make decisions!" you very hesitantly put your foot down, folding your arms with as much courage as you can muster. Yeah! Take that, fucker!

But Joel? Oh. Oh he doesn't look happy at all. no no, not one bit. You wish he'd just yell, but instead, he stands with an eerie calmness. Bordering on rage or exhaustion, perhaps both.

His eyes go lower, looking to your left then right side. The girls had swarmed in to your support, staring up at him with equal trepidation. It was Miller ladies versus Joel and Spoon. Bark versus Bite.

The only movement was the happy little puppy, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room, still wrapped up in Joels arm. Your husband's big gentle hand is tucked safely under his wiggling bum with his other cradling the pup's chest up against him as he whimpers excitedly at him with the softest biggest puppy eyes. Oh you knew: those puppy eyes would rival even your big bad Joely's. He licks at his cheek incessantly, tail wagging a million miles a minute despite Joel's quiet, calm, nonchalant expression. He doesn't even flinch or take his eyes off you.

Despite the puppy tongue dangerously close to Joel's thin lips, he doesn't push or deter the pup in any way. "Why couldn't you just... buy decorative pillows for the bed without me being included?"

"Well... I mean..." you look down, defeat filling you. You felt like one of the girls who truly shouldn't be left unsupervised with unlimited resources. "Do we... have to take him back?" you pout softly.

Joel just sighs.

And then you see it. A crack in his lips. A hint of the bittiest smile. And boy does that puppy suck it up, slobbering all over his chin and wagging so excitedly he can't stay still.

Joel can't pretend anymore. "No, we're not taking him back."

You squeal excitedly.

"Just...please don't buy another dog without me next time, okay?"

Oh my god there's gonna be a next time, too! you scream inside you with excitement--no no you must take the victory as we get them. No telling what will change his mind.

You all rush to embrace him.

Except Spoon of course. In fact, this looked like the opposite of what she expected.

She always knew that motherfucker was weak as hell. And now, as her big old eyes stare up at the squirming...thing...that's now itching to jump from Joel's arms and right onto her back...

That thing will be sleeping in the duck shed if she has anything to say about it!

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"Oh shit! Another dog?" Tommy exclaims, snatching the puppy up into his arms for his world famous kisses. "A puppy? What's his name--oh wait wait! FORK!"

"Rutabaga," you reply plainly.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah." you shrug.

"And uh... how are thier girls handling that?"

on cue, Ellie comes rushing in on her two wobbly legs. "WOOWOO!" she cries, then pointing excitedly to the responsive pup in Tommy's arms. "Woo BaBa! RuRu aAbaba. Rara ba Ru!" She keeps saying with as much emphasis in the vowels as she can muster.

"She'll get there," you reassure him.

Tommy just looks at you in awe. He'd never met someone quite like you, someone who actually tamed Joel Miller to her will.

"And Joel...Joel was all thumbs up on this one?"

That seemed to set off an unintentional nerve in you.

"I DON'T NEED HIS PERMISSION TO DO WHAT I WANT!"

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