A series exploring the professional and personal life of English Police Lieutenant, Walter Marshall. As Walter, his wife, Isobel and daughter Faye navigate the highs and lows of love, work and new additions. The stories are in the correct chronological timeline. Although for reference new stories could be added at any time, which will change the order. I will amend the Masterlist accordingly. (FLUFF - SMUT).
A/N: If (Clarke) is written after Isobel’s name, it means events take place prior to Walter and Isobel’s marriage.
Series Warnings: Adult Relationships and Themes. Sex; (oral, fingering & penetrative). Pregnancy Sex. Jumper Smut. Drinking, Hostage Situation, Police work;(Homicide & S.V.U) Pregnancy related topics. Childbirth.
Black Roses ADULT RELATIONSHIP THEMES: Walter Marshall x O.F.C Isobel (Clarke): Walter comes home to find his heartbroken girlfriend.
Healing Love MATURE THEMES (BOTH PARTS) Walter Marshall x O.F.C Isobel (Clarke): In the aftermath of their painful break up. Walter Marshall and his (ex) girlfriend are pushed back together to work a case.
PART ONE PART TWO
Discovery FLUFF/ ADULT RELATIONSHIP THEMES: Walter Marshall x O.F.C Isobel: Walter discovers something about his wife.
Christmas Films FLUFF: Walter Marshall x O.F.C Isobel: It’s Christmas Film time in the Marshall household.
Christmas Jumpers SMUT: Walter Marshall x O.F.C Isobel: Walter & his wife enjoy some quality time together in their Christmas Jumpers.
X… Marks The Spot FLUFF: Walter Marshall x O.F.C Isobel: Walter comes home and finds a mystery needs to be solved.
Beards, Buds & Bumps SMUT: Walter Marshall x O.F.C Wife Isobel/Izzy: Walter explores his wife’s body.
Just Add Glitter FLUFF/MATURE THEMES: Walter Marshall x O.F.C Isobel: Walter bonds with a little girl on a case.
Walter’s Secret Skill FLUFF: Walter Marshall x O.F.C Isobel: Isobel discovers Walter has a secret skill.
Attn: Started this little idea a while back and after Sleep Token’s “Provider” dropped it’s helped me finish it. I hope y’all enjoy!
Word Count: 1,836
Pairing: Walter Marshall
Summary: Walter just wants to take care of you.
Warnings: 18+, kidnapping kinda?, oral (female receiving), fingering, p in v sex, being fucked dumb, creampie
Working at the local diner was supposed to be a part time gig, but life happened so you ended up being on full time. In that time you’d managed to befriend the grumpiest man you’d ever met.
One day he comes in to find you alone during the lunch rush, doing your best. It’s hectic and work aside you’d already had a shit day after your boyfriend broke up with you. It was totally unexpected, and had really hurt, seeing how you’d only been good to him. Somehow you managed to push through until a patron began berating you over a simple error with their order.
“What seems to be the problem here?,” Walter says as he approaches. “This stupid little bitch…,” the man begins before Walter gives him an absolutely glacial stare. “Watch your mouth,” he nearly growls. It’s all too much. You turn and run out the back door, needing some air. Walter follows quickly, concerned about your wellbeing of course.
He finds you pacing the alleyway frustratedly, hands pressed against your forehead as you breathe heavily. “Hey..,” he says trying to get your attention to no avail. “Little Dove,” he then says as he gently takes your forearms in his hands to make you stop. “I’m just so tired Walter,” you shudder. “You’re having a rough day I—,” he begins before you start raging.
“First Garrett breaks up with me. Can you believe that? I know I’m not perfect but I’ve done… so much for him, and he has the audacity to tell me it’s not enough! Then I come work at this shithole with even shittier people to wait on. They are so MEAN, and for what? A stupid burger? I— You know what? I wish I could just quit… Yeah. Maybe find someone to take care of ME for a while,” you say before laughing hysterically.
“Dove…”, he trails off. “Who am I kidding?,” you then say before wiping your face. “You know what you need?,” he then asks. “What?,” you question before he pulls you in closer. “A real man that will take care of you,” he nearly purrs. It sends a tingle over your body that makes goosebumps erupt despite the warmth outside. “I don’t think—,” you begin. “I’m right here Little Dove,” he replies softly. You look up into his cerulean eyes and it takes your breath.
Sure Walter had always been attractive, you weren’t blind, but the way he was looking at you… like he burned just for you— it was almost too intense. “Come on,” he says, pulling you back inside. He finds the manager, Rick , who flinches when he approaches. “She fucking quits,” he hisses before pulling you out of the door. You’re all but stunned, unable to find your voice, even when he takes you to your dingy apartment and starts packing up your things.
You’re in this stupor you can’t seem to come out of. The next thing you know, you’re in his house and he’s unpacking your things… putting them next to his. Finally he’s running you a bath. “I’m sure you’re aching after being on your feet love. Go ahead,” he says, pointing to the bath. You blink up at him before seeming to regain some of your facilities.
He’s waiting expectantly, and suddenly this seems like maybe it isn’t so bad. No one’s cared this much before so you shrug away your doubts and begin to undress. Once you have he holds out a hand and helps you into the tub. “That’s a good girl. I’ll be back,” he tells you. When he does he returns with snacks and beer. “I wish I would’ve had wine Dove, but this is all I have right now,” he tells you.
“T— thank you Walter,” you murmur. He smiles wolfishly before nodding. “I’ll just be out here,” he says before leaving you to your bath. You soak, have your snacks and drink your beer before accidentally dozing off. When you awake you’re tucked tight into Walter’s bed. You blink hazily before sitting up and finding yourself swallowed up in a cable knit sweater. After rubbing your eyes you throw the covers back, and make your way out into the house.
“There she is,” Walter smiles while sitting a plate on the table. “I hope roast and veggies is alright,” he says as he pulls out a chair. “Oh—,” you mumble as he helps you into it and sits beside you. You become acutely aware that you’re totally bare beneath his sweater as his thigh brushes against yours. “Walter you really—,” you begin before he shushes you.
“It’s all going to be okay now Little Dove. Now open up,” he tells you as he brings a forkful of food to your lips. You do as you’re told and let him feed you dinner. Approval etches his features as he begins slowly caressing your thigh while feeding you. “A— aren’t you going to eat?,” you ask him. “Once you’re done,” he murmurs.
Your heart races at how his eyes darken. His hand sinks into the meat of your leg a bit as he grips you tighter. You can’t help yourself, your nipples harden to the point of sensitivity and you shift slightly, feeling the slick coating your pussy. The thought of ruining Walter’s sweater crossed your mind and your entire body feels warm.
Walter can’t help but take notice of your flustered state. “What’s the matter love?,” he questions with a bit of a smirk. “I— well…,” you babble. “Do you like the way I’m touching you?,” he rasps. Your eyes shift to your lap before he lifts your chin so that he can meet your eye. “Tell me,” he says. “I- yes. I’m… I’m making a mess of your sweater,” you reply, still embarrassed. Walter lets out a feral sound, and before you can blink, you’re sat on the table in front of him.
“Can I see Dove?,” he asks while pawing at your legs. “Why— why are you doing this?,” you question, needing to understand. “From the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted you. Wanted to be a provider for you… To protect and care for you. You’re so sweet, deserve so much more than what you’ve gotten. I can be so good for you if you let me,” he replies, lips hovering dangerously close to yours. “Will you let me?,” he breathes against you.
The admission short circuits your brain and you’re saying yes before you can change your mind, and that’s when his lips crash against yours. It’s hungry… so hungry it takes your breath. His lips leave yours and trail to your jaw, then your neck. You mewl as his rough beard scrubs against your skin. You cling to him as he continues his assault on the sweet spot he’s found. “And what of the state of my sweater now?,” he asks teasingly.
To his surprise you push him back, lift your bottom of the table slightly to pull the sweater from beneath you, then spread your legs to present your glistening pussy to him. Your chest heaves in anticipation, and in surprise at your own boldness. It doesn’t last long. Walter’s reaction is nearly instant. You’re on your back, legs up on his shoulders as he buries his face in your pussy.
It’s like the kiss, hungry and rough but God it feels so good. He makes you come, hips jerking against his face, hand tangled into his curls as you ride it out. When you calm down you feel him smiling against you before he pushing two fingers into your entrance. “Even sweeter than imagined.. Now if only I could have this,” he says with an emphasizing curl into your gspot. “Please… please Walter,” you beg as the pressure quickly builds.
“Tell me what you want Dove, and it’s yours,” he says, not letting up. “Wa— nt.. your cooooock,” you squeal as you clamp down around his fingers. Before you’ve had proper time to calm down, he’s up. His sweater torn from your body and his big cock slipped into your still pulsing cunt. “Fu— fuck,” you whimper. Unbeknownst to you he’d had it out the entire time, stroking the ache as best he could as he played with you.
“Fuck’s right. So fucking tight love. You should see how good you look right now. All fucked out just for me, stretched on my cock. I’ve dreamt of this,” he says with a groan as he starts stroking into you. Before it’s over his big frame is covering yours, hands clasped to the other side of the table to keep it from moving. He’s fucking you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and you’ve come more times than you can count now. At this point you’re a glossy eyed, drooling, blubbering mess.
“That stupid little ex boyfriend ever fuck you this thoroughly?,” he huffs against your ear. It vaguely registers and you shake your head. “N— never,” you whine. “After this, you’ll stay with me won’t you? Let me take care of you?,” he questions, hips still snapping into your slick hole. “Yes. P— please Walter. Wanna stay,” you manage, tongue feeling heavy. “Good girl,” he praises before you clamp down around him once more.
“Going to let me fill up this tight little pussy now Dove, yeah?,” he says as his cock swells. “Want it,” you mumbled before he slams deep into you. Walter shudders against you, cumming harder and more than he ever has in his life. Once he’s finished he pulls out and takes you in… a complete mess because of him, just like he’s wanted since the first time he set eyes on you.
His cum starts dribbling out of you and he takes a bit and swipes it up to your clit. “One more for my little love,” he comments, stroking you until your thighs are shaking. “Come now, let’s clean you up,” he says before scooping you up off the dinner table. He washes you gently, making sure to be especially careful with your tender sex.
“Did you get full Dove?,” he asks as he holds you against his chest beneath the warm water. “Mmhm. Sleepy,” you say with a yawn, making him chuckle. “I suppose you should be,” he comments before leaning down to give you a kiss. It’s still tinged with that hunger from before but much softer. You sigh into it, and that’s all Walter needs, he holds you tighter, protectively as you cup his face in your hands.
“How long could I have had this?,” you ask, looking up at him. “From the moment we met, love. You were taken though, and I am a gentleman,” he says, making you giggle. “You kidnapped me then fucked me stupid on your kitchen table,” you shake your head. “I simply took what I wanted Little Dove, and now.. you want me as well, yes? You said you’d stay with me,” he says, feeling unsure. “I do want you Walter, and I still want to stay, if you’ll keep me,” you say softly. “I’ll keep you love, as long as you’ll let me,” he replies.
summary: For two years, Joel Miller has done nothing but scowl at you from across the room, barely tolerating your warmth, your kindness, and your ever-present sunshine. And for two years, you’ve told yourself his gruffness doesn’t bother you—that his clipped words and cold stares don’t matter.But then, out of nowhere, he offers to fix the damaged floor in your flower shop.For free.Suddenly, the man who could barely stand to look at you is showing up every day, fixing things that don’t need fixing, sharing quiet lunches, and—most shocking of all—getting along with Ellie, your daughter, who has never warmed up to anyone as quickly as she has to him.
pairing: joel miller x fem!single mom reader - no outbreak/au
content warnings: slight reader description, no y/n used, grumpy joel, grumpy x sunshine trope, ellie is reader's daughter, reader is a single mom, tommy being a meddler, reader is friends with tommy, au setting in Austin, joel is a carpenter, reader owns a flower shop, fluff, angst and eventual smut, joel is bad at feelings, sarah mentioned
I went to bed last night a little colder than usual. My husband was at an event and didn’t get home before I fell asleep. It usually isn’t something I ever have to worry about. He always makes sure to come home and be there when I wake up. Which makes how I woke up, slightly overheated, a perfect way to rise. Before I open my eyes I know that Pedro made it home safe and sound last night. Before I open my eyes I can tell that last night was emotionally exhausting for him. While he is sleeping soundly with me in our bed his posture is solidly rigid, too stiff for him to have slept comfortably and soundly. As I open my eyes I see his clothes trailing from the bedroom door to the foot of our bed. Usually he’s tidy and meticulous when taking off his clothes. Coco would have his head otherwise. I turn slowly in his arms, trying to disturb him as little as possible. Usually this is a small feat, not this morning though. Before I’ve come to face him, he’s waking up. One thing you should know about Pedro is that he is a sound sleeper, the kind won’t wake unless an earthquake strikes. The fact that he woke from me turning to face him is concerning enough.
When we come face to face, his brows are slightly frowned. I try to rub away that frown with my thumb and he starts nuzzling my hand. Slowly, very slowly Pedro opens his eyes and meets my gaze. “Good morning, cariño”—he says in that overly raspy morning voice. “Good morning, my love”—I respond enthusiastically if a little confused. “How was last night?” Immediately I can tell this was the wrong thing to say, his small frown turns into a scowl. “It was the worst night ever.” This catches me off guard, Pedro is usually positive and sees the bright side in everything. “What happened?” “What didn’t happen?” Is his immediate response. This just further confuses me, he isn’t one to talk in riddles specially not this early in the morning. “Well start from the top.”- I tell me. He nods and starts, “To be honest I wasn’t in the best mood to begin with since you weren’t going to be there. As we were getting ready Coco realized my original outfit would clash with the background so I ended up with option 2 which wasn’t all that amazing.” I nod along and hum to make sure he knows I’m following what he’s saying. “Once we got there, it was like everyone was ignoring that we’ve been together for so long! Almost every reporter asked how it is to be single, I must have repeated that we’ve been together for years at least 10 times. Just because we like to keep to ourselves doesn’t mean we’re hiding our relationship! That alone pissed me off. And don’t even get me started on all the fan tweets people wanted me to read.” Once I hear that statement I know just what we need today. “Why don’t we have a lazy day? Spend all day in bed and eat girl dinner for every meal.” Before I’m even done with my statement he’s already agreeing. So that’s how we got here, a mini picnic on the bed, and a viral post on instagram. One that remind everyone that we’re a strong unit and a night of people trying to demean our relationship won’t have an effect on us.
How does this go? Long time lurker first time poster? Something like that? lol I absolutely love reading some soft and heart warming fics when I feel sick. Which lately has been all the time. I decided to write a cute little something to take my mind off of it.
Latent love
Another day another mildly irritating migraine. I really don’t understand what sparked this migraine outbreak I’ve been suffering since January. My migraines had been under control for years at this point, and aside from switching jobs nothing had changed. These migraines were made even more irritating by the fact that my go to medicine now gives me a side effect. So now I have to decide if I want to suffer the side effects of the medicine or suffer through the migraine until I’ve knocked myself out. Needless to say the head pounding, dizzy brain fog was basically my new baseline. Today was no different. Woke up, tied my curly hair back and almost instantly developed a tension headache. After loosening my hair tie I keep getting ready for work. The fact that I’ll be able to see my pookie Pedge is basically the only thing getting me through the day.
Because the world apparently has it out for me, my phone decides to let me know that the atmospheric pressure will be changing several times today. Guess who discovered this past winter that atmospheric pressure changes are a migraine trigger? You guessed it, ME!
Today is going to be an awesome day, maybe if I keep this thought in the forefront it will become true. Unfortunately once I got to work my day derailed. It’s always something I swear, if it’s not inventory it’s issues with our system. The one draw back about making yourself indispensable at work is that you’re now everyone’s go to when something goes awry. Almost as soon as I walked in my AGM pulls me aside and to give me a brief on the previous night. “We had a pretty chill night, but we had an issue with the new hire” —she tells me. It’s pretty unsurprising, unfortunately our newest hire isn’t quite fitting in and is making most of our employees uncomfortable. I turned to ask “what happened now?” She looks at me with a look that says ‘you’re not going to like this one bit’. “Well he was outside taking orders and told a customer ‘where did you all come from, there’s so many?’ Which in itself is bad enough but this customer was a minority.” I honestly I’m baffled and a bit put off as a minority myself. I don’t quite know how to respond to her aside from “What the fuck?” This will probably be this guys last straw because even if he didn’t mean it in a racist way, the phrasing is left to interpretation. “Okay, I’ll talk to the DM and get her opinion on this.” Once we finished our little catch up we hopped on the line and started slinging drinks. The rest of the day was full of minor inconveniences that didn’t help the dull migraine I had walked in with. The biggest issue was that our iPads and POS system decided to quit on us in the middle of our lunch rush. After troubleshooting that and basically missing my break I was completely checked out for the rest of my shift.
I made it home before Pedro did, which I was hoping would be the case. I needed a couple of hours to decompress, hopefully get this migraine in check and be more personable when he came home. Heading straight for our bathroom I stared a bath and set the temperature to scalding. While that filled up I was left with the decision of how to treat my migraine. Do I take the triptan and basically feel like someone is holding my throat for hours, or take a ‘gummy’ and end up horny as hell. Honestly I’ll decided after my bath, I don’t have the capacity right now. Shutting the water off, I undress and hop in the shower for a quick rinse before enjoying my bath. Even in so much pain the idea of being sitting sweat soup wasn’t appealing. I hoped in the bath, put on my eye massager and enjoyed my bath.
I must have dosed off because next thing I know Pedro is walking into the bathroom and pulling my mask off. “Hola cariño, how are you?”—he asked in the smoothest voice ever. I think he knew I wasn’t feeling well the minute he walked in. “Not great, today was a day and a half and my migraine isn’t letting up.” He just looked at me with the most compassionate look another human could give me. “Have you taken anything?” “No I haven’t, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to take the triptan or a gummy.” Before I even finish my sentence he’s shaking his head at me and walking back into our shared bedroom. He comes back in carrying three gummies, two for me and one for him. “You know these make me horny, right?” I asked him straight up. He nods his head and states, “I am very aware of how these get you worked up. I am the one that takes care of those needs every time. Take it and get out of the bath so I can help you get ready for bed. I already closed all the blinds, made the room extra cold and grabbed your saltines.” I looked at him in awe, I really shouldn’t be surprised he had taken care of everything after a year of dating and three months living together he knew me like the back of his hand. “Okay, thank you. I’ll be just a couple of minutes.” Once he walks back in our room, I shake my head and realize once more just how lucky I was to have met him. This is the moment that I realize that true love is never a burden, as someone that suffers from a chronic illness my biggest fear is dragging down those I love.
I walk over to the bed and get in and snuggle my man. I’m feeling extra sensitive at the moment so I decided that sleeping nude feels like the right move. So I walk across the room and climb in bed without a second thought. “Cariño, you haven’t done any of your skincare.”—Pedro reminds me. I shake my head and say “I know I just don’t feel like standing any longer” almost before I can finish my sentence he’s standing up and heading to my vanity. He comes back with my toner, serum and moisturizer. Not my full routine, but the basics. “Pedge, I can barely sit up, I’m skipping the skincare” he starts shaking his head mid way through my sentence. “I didn’t bring these over for you to use, I’ve seen you do this enough times I can apply them for you.” At this statement I’m two seconds away from crying, because he sees me. Pedro sees me and my flaws, quirks and illnesses.
He finished my skincare in less than a minute, goes to put everything back and comes to bed once all lights are off and our pup is in the room. Once we settle he’s big spoon, while I’m little spoon. He slides his arm under my head for me to rest while his other hand is wrapped around my middle. Almost instantly I’m relaxed, and a in almost a whisper I say “I can’t believe you’re the man I get to spend the rest of my life with” I end my statement with a kiss on his arm. He nuzzles my neck and sates “I will never be more thankful that I spilled my coffee that morning almost a year and a half ago. Every day I wake up and thank the universe for bringing us together and I cannot wait until I can call you my wife”
So you might have heard about Adobe's new TOS giving them access to all the files you upload to their cloud.
I don't use that cloud service since I like to store things locally, so seeing how they think they can use anything you upload there for AI training purposes, I'm filling up my entire 20 GB storage with random Nightshade-poisoned images.
I recommend others do this as well. Let's poison Adobe's well!
Pairing: rivals to friends with benefits slowburn Joel x F!Reader, Post-Outbreak
Fic Summary: Sleeping with Joel Miller was supposed to be a one time thing. When the older brother of your closest friend showed up in Jackson, you hadn't expected him to stay more than a day. You'd both given into a brief moment of passion before he left, and that was the end of that. It didn't matter, you were never going to see him again. Then Joel returns a few months later, and screws up everything about the comforting life you had established in Jackson.
Fic Tags: One Night Stands, Rivals into Friends with Benefits, Emotional Slow Burn (really slow), Eventual Romance, Mutual Pining Idiots, Angst & Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family (lots of Tommy & Reader and Dina & Reader friendships), Long Chapters
Fic Warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, Age Difference (Reader around 30, Joel 56) Themes of Grief/PTSD/Depression with mentions of death (family members, both Reader and Joel) that can be heavy at times, Specific Warnings in each Chapter
Status: Complete
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official art by @cynibuns
tribute edit by @dundienominee
moodboard/graphic by @planet-marz1
Reader fanart by @mydzygro-art
chapter 1: I am not the only traveler
chapter 2: the holidays linger like bad perfume
chapter 3: do I wanna know if this feeling flows both ways (18+ Smut)
chapter 4: there it is again, that funny feeling
chapter 5: break the silence; damn the dark, damn the light
chapter 6: and I'll never see you again if I can help it (18+ Smut)
chapter 7: look at us, you and I, back at it again (18+ Smut)
chapter 8: maybe I don't quite know what to say, but I'm here in your doorway
chapter 9: I thought that you’d be here by now (18+ Smut)
chapter 10: can the killer in me tame the fire in you?
chapter 11: this slope is treacherous, this path is reckless (18+ Smut)
chapter 12: you take what you get, and you turn it into honesty
chapter 13: burned out flames should never reignite, but I thought you might take me home (18+ Smut)
chapter 14: he built a fire just to keep me warm
chapter 15: speak to me until your history’s no mystery to me
chapter 16: and it feels good to be known so well (18+ Smut)
chapter 17: baby, it's Halloween, and we can be anything (18+ Smut)
chapter 18: yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you (18+ Smut)
chapter 19: either I'm careless or I wanna get caught (18+ Smut)
chapter 20: with your boots beneath my bed; forever is the sweetest con (18+ Smut)
epilogue (18+ Smut)
(listed in order of how they occur after the main fic)
morning after chapter 20
waking up to oral (18+ Smut)
painfully domestic (kisses to get their attention)
lingerie & breeding kink (18+ Smut)
(epilogue takes place here)
half-asleep, half-awake (Joel POV companion piece to main fic)
not much I need (nonsexual intimacy)
kissing scars
easy, plaid-shirt mornings (18+ Smut)
would it be enough if I could never give you peace? (Reader's anxiety)
a feeling so peculiar (seasonal depression)
chapter 13 sneak peek (Jealous!Joel's POV Date Scene)
chapter 13 scene (Jealous!Joel Smut after Date 18+)
chapter 13 cut endings (Angst af)
chapter 14 sneak peek (Reflection Joel's POV)
chapter 15 sneak peek (Totally Casual Drinks Between Friends)
chapter 16 sneak peek (Dina and Ellie Plan)
chapter 17 sneak peek (The Dance)
chapter 18 sneak peek (Joel Pines for You)
chapter 18 secret scene (Tommy finally fucking figures it out)
chapter 19 sneak peek (Tommy and Reader)
fic playlist
MC playlist
Taylor-coded MC playlist (for my fellow Swifties!)
Attn: Okay sooo I said I wasn’t gonna but I did 😬 Story of my life lol. I am doing something different and trying an OFC so bear with me here. Her name is Cordelia also known as Delia, Cordie, CJ, and Dilly (this one is Sy’s only tho).
Also a bit of a change up, she actually refers to him by his first name, Eric. But overall I’m excited about this new story and hope y’all enjoy!!!
Attn 2: The title was inspired but a Sleep Token song. Yes I’m obsessed, forgive me, but here’s a link if anyone is interested:
Word Count: 1,973
Pairing: Eric Syverson x OFC Cordelia Alexander
Summary: You run into Eric after ten years of not being in contact and he realizes you have a child together.
Warnings: Much angst… all the angst. I’m sorry 😬
It was a day like any other for Cordelia Alexander, or Delia as she was mostly known as. It was the beginning of summer, and she and her daughter had just left the softball field. Currently they were doing a quick run to the Piggly Wiggly to grab a few groceries before they headed home. “Mama, can I get some more grapes?,” ten year old Lainey asked. “Lainey Beth you are gonna turn into a grape,” she chuckled in response. “Is that a yes?,” Lainey smiled. “Yes, of course you can have some grapes baby,” Delia replied before her little girl snatched up a bag and placed them in the cart.
“Whatcha thinkin’ for supper LB?,” she then asked. “It’s Tuesday, Mama. You already know,” Lainey told her. “Taco Tuesday?,” she questioned knowingly as Lainey nodded her head enthusiastically. “Alright then. Next question is what kind of tacos?,” Delia continued as she grabbed some tomatoes and lettuce. “Chicken for sure,” she said as she helped her mom bag up the produce. They made their way through the store grabbing the ingredients along with a few other odds and ends before ending up at the meat coolers.
Delia was so involved in finding a decent pack of chicken tenders she didn’t see who had happened upon the two of them. “You want some burgers tomorrow Lainey?,” she asked distractedly. “Mama,” Lainey whispered garnering all of her mother’s attention. “Who’s that man staring at us?,” she asked. When Delia looked up she was pinned in place with those eyes… The eyes like the ocean, the same eyes her daughter had. “Um… I—,” she stammered. “He looks like me. Is that…,” Lainey trailed off.
Lainey had asked about her father in recent years and Delia hadn’t lied about what happened. She remembered it like it was yesterday. It was right after graduation. She’d called and told him that she needed to see him, and had something important to tell him. Delia tried to keep her voice steady as she held the positive pregnancy test in her hand. “That’s good darlin’ because I got somethin’ I need to tell you too,” he’d replied. She met him down at the creek. It was the their favorite spot since they were children. When she got there he embraced her before placing a kiss on her lips.
“Eric I—,” she wavered. “I enlisted,” he blurted out. “You what?,” Delia asked in shock. “I enlisted Dilly,” he repeated, and she felt like she was losing her mind. “But… but,” she stammered. “I know it’s short notice,” he said. “Short notice? You didn’t even discuss this with me,” she said becoming frantic. “I know darlin’. It’s just.. I thought it’d be easier this way. I go for basic week after next then I’ll be gone. I just feel like I have to, you know? My dad and grandpa both enlisted,” he continued. “What about me? Us?,” Cordelia asked him. “Don’t feel right askin’ you to wait. Doesn’t seem fair. Y- you should go on and live your life Dilly. Forget about me,” he told her. “You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me. Please tell me you’re jokin’,” she yelled.
He moved to touch her shoulder and she move out of his reach like his touch might burn her. “You promised me you’d always love me. You’re a liar Eric Syverson,” Delia said feeling her lip quiver. At that point she turned and walked away and let the tears fall freely. He didn’t ask what she had to tell him so she didn’t offer. All those years ago, Delia figured if he didn’t want her anymore, he surely wouldn’t want a baby, and she’d just figure it out on her own. Now standing here with his glassy eyes going from her to their daughter, it was almost too much to bear, so she threw the ground beef into the cart and bolted.
When she’s loading the groceries into the back hatch of her Traverse Lainey speaks. “Mama, was that my dad in there?,” she asked, painfully wise beyond her years. “Yeah baby it was. I— honestly I dunno how we hadn’t run into him before now or had some nosey little old bitty go tattling to him about how much y’all look alike,” Delia replied honestly. “It’s okay, Mama. I— I don’t think I’m ready to meet him today anyway. Can I get in the car?,” she asked her mom. “Yeah, of course,” Delia said, feeling unbelievably overwhelmed. She heaved the case of gatorades and water in before closing the hatch and turning to put the buggy into the return.
Delia got quite the start when she realized Eric was standing right there waiting. “Why didn’t you tell me?,” he asked. Delia blows a raspberry through her lips, not ready to have the conversation that’s been ten years in the making. “When was I supposed to tell you Eric? When you told me you were deploying ooooor when you told me to move on with my life? Because it’s kinda hard to work in, “By the way I know you don’t want me anymore, but my birth control failed and now I’m pregnant,” amongst all that,” she huffed. He looked down at the ground and Delia swears she sees a tear fall as he shakes his head.
“You know I heard you had a kid, but when I did I figured you’d done what I said. Went on and found a good man, had a family. I didn’t realize she was mine. If… if I’d known—“ he said before she cut him off. “You would’ve stayed with me out of pity? Like that’s so much better,” Delia said, venom dripping from her voice. She knew he’d hurt her, hell she’d been in therapy over the years to cope with everything, but what she didn’t realize was how bad it actually still hurt. “You’re wrong,” he replied softly. “How? How am I wrong? You didn’t love me anymore. You—,” she carried on when his eyes came alight with anger. “I NEVER stopped lovin’ you Dilly. I didn’t want to leave you behind, but I was just a big dumb fuckin’ idiot. Didn’t have a damn thing goin’ for me. I wanted better for you. As soon as I left, I knew I’d fucked up. Leavin’ you behind was the worst mistake of my life, and now it’s just that much worse,” he said desperately as his chest heaved.
“Don’t call me that, and there’s no way…” Delia said, feeling a tightness in her throat. “No way what? That I still love you? That every moment of every day all I can think about is bein’ with you?,” he said, pained expression etching his features. “It’s been ten years Eric. People change. I’m not… I’m not who I used to be, and I’m sure you aren’t either,” Delia replied. Her heart feels like it’s in her throat and in her stomach all at the same time. It’s all she’s ever wanted to hear from him, but it’s just far, far too late. There’s no way he could actually still love her.
“What happened when you told your parents?,” he asked. “They put me out. I went to school, got my RN, came back here, started working at the local walk-in clinic, and got a little apartment for Lainey and me. We have a house now, but in the early years I couldn’t afford one,” she shrugged. Delia caught him grimace. “They put you and Lainey out? Lainey’s her name?,” he asked. “Lainey Beth Alexander, and yeah. They put me out when I was still pregnant. You know how they are. They never gave a shit about me anyway. They weren’t about to start then,” Delia replied.
“You go have her all alone too?,” he asked. “I had my best friend Patrice with me. I’d say I traumatized her, but she’s got three kids of her own now so I guess not. She was there for me when— Through it all. Still is,” she told him. “Dilly I am so sorry. I should’ve been there,” he said, voice cracking. “You didn’t know, and I’m not upset about it,” she said, surprising him. She’d always been so forgiving, even when people didn’t deserve it. He shook his head. “I am. I should’ve never left you behind, a- and now I’ve missed so much with you… with Lainey. Can I meet her?,” he then asked. “She’s not ready Eric,” Delia let him know. He nodded. “She knew didn’t she?,” he asked. “Yeah, and I can’t lie to her. I never have,” she replied.
“Does she hate me?,” he asked softly. “I wouldn’t do that,” Delia snapped. “I know, but still. If I were her, I’d hate me,” Eric said softly. “She doesn’t understand why I didn’t tell you, but she’s just a child. She’s never faced heartbreak. If anyone, she’s likely gonna be angry with me before it’s over. I can handle it,” Delia said with certainty. “You look good Dilly,” he then tells her. Cordelia thinks about how she looks right now. She’s got her long, dark brown hair pulled up in a ponytail, definitely needing to be washed. She’d forgone her contacts today and had on her glasses. Her dark green eyes likely looked as tired as she felt since she had on minimal makeup. She’d woke up late, and was short on time. Then she was still in her scrubs, having gone from the clinic straight to the softball field to meet Patrice and her husband Elijah with all the kids for their games. She was sweaty, and at least twenty pounds heavier than the last time they saw each other, though she was still smaller than Eric. Then she looked up at him.
Really it was him who looked good. His soft curls were buzzed off, but he was sporting a thick beard that made him look like such a man it should be illegal. He looked bigger than she remembered too. Definitely so much thicker than he’d been when they were eighteen. Delia pushed the thoughts away. “Thanks,” she mumbled, not really meeting his eye. She couldn’t afford to get flustered. She couldn’t fall back into those old feelings, the ones she’d been harboring all of these years. She couldn’t handle having her heart broken by him a second time. “Can I get your number so we can keep in touch about Lainey?,” Eric then asked her. “Sure, where’s your phone?,” she asked. He pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to her. Delia took the phone with shaky hands and added her number. “There you go,” she said as she handed it back to him. “Thanks,” he replied.
He took her in, wanting to wrap her up in his arms so badly. It had been so long and yet it felt like time had hardly passed. She was just as beautiful as ever, but looked just as broken as the day he’d told her he had enlisted. Now knowing it wasn’t only the loss of him she’d been mourning killed him. “Dilly—,” he said, moving closer. “Please don’t,” she said holding her hands up. He nodded lightly before backing away, although his every instinct screamed at him not to. “I guess I’ll be seein’ you around then,” he replied dumbly. “Yeah…,” Delia trailed off. She stood there stunned for a moment before getting in the car and putting it in reverse, and for the second time, Eric Syverson watched his whole life just walk away. But this time things were different. HE was different. He wanted to know his daughter, to be with the woman he loved.
“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself while pulling out his phone, dialing the one person he could always call on. “Hey, Walt. You home?,” he asked.
This collection encompasses domesticity of pregnancy, birth, postpartum, baby stories and series. Lady or GN readers. (If you’re looking for spicy- check links at end of page)
If you’re one of the writers I’ve tagged: thank you for sharing your gift!
Consider all stories fluff to 18+, read author warnings
🝮 = HALL OF FAME selections
ADDING MORE AS I GO ✶ MAIN MASTER LIST
JOEL MILLER
🝮 SHORT DAYS, LONG NIGHTS @frannyzooey
Series. Joel + Lady reader on their own in post outbreak world, settle in a remote cabin… relationship grows… pregnancy
UNFORGIVABLE MISTAKE @lionlena
Series begins with Joel having a one night stand with the reader then rejecting her. She leaves the next day… a few years later Joel arrives in Jackson where he discovers the reader and her son with brown curly hair…
REFLECTIONS OF THE MOON @chloeangelic
Joel arrives in Jackson + teacher start an affair, she gets pregnant…
SLICE OF PARADISE and FROM LOVE AND LIFE @bubbles-for-all-of-us
All fluffy fluff- Joel and reader + Ellie have a farmhouse in Jackson and life is good. Reader is 5 months pregnant. A medical emergency a town over sends the reader on a trip at 8 months pregnant and the trip back does not go as planned…
JOEL’S CHILDREN @absurdthirst
Single story. Joel + reader from Kansas City travel to Jackson with Ellie and on to find the Fireflies. On the way the reader discovers she is pregnant and like Ellie, also in danger of experiments…
AND THEN IT HAPPENED @supernaturalgirl20
You tell Joel you’re pregnant and he doesn’t take it well. Relationship is angsty if not over. With support of others in Jackson life goes on. Until Joel comes around…
THUNDER ROLLS on AO3
Short story- Reader reminisces about life with Joel, comfort during a storm, pregnancy
DARLIN ID WAIT FOR YOU @cowgurrrl
In labor at home and Maria and Ellie are helping you through it while Tommy finds Joel
NEVER FELT SO LOVED @alwaysmicado
Plagued by anxiety and doubt, you’re 6 months pregnant and you and Joel are new to Jackson, it’s safety, his family. You worry about becoming a mother, if Joel will survive and return from patrol duties, etc. Soft, supportive Joel makes something for you…
SAFE AND WARM @alwaysmicado
Single story. Stopping for the night, you need to tell Joel you’re pregnant. He promises to protect and care for you
SHOOTING STARS @randofantfic
Single story. You and Joel have been trying for a baby for 3 years and 2 miscarriages. Your doctor calls and has you come in for test results. Not suspecting anything, you’re shocked to find out you’re 17 weeks pregnant. You tell Joel while decorating for Christmas
STEPS @miller-lookforthe-lite
Series. You’re in a truck headed to Wyoming with Joel and Ellie. You’d been in the Boston QZ and that’s where you met and worked with Joel and Tess, your brother and sister. You’ve had bouts of vomiting and dizziness, your breasts are tender when Joel caresses them, he takes notice of it all, but neither of you speak about what you suspect to be true. Besides, your periods haven’t come because your underfed right?
AFTER BIRTH @joelslastofus
Joel takes care of you and the baby after you’re home from the hospital fluff
CARING HAND @kkcauseway
Single story. You and Joel are on the road driving to your vacation when you become sick and overheated. Joel takes care of you fluff
DIN DJARIN
SUNSHINE @zialltops
Post Mandalorian series, Din settles on Navarro and enrolls Grogu in school. And falls for the teacher hard. Reader is a teacher with glasses who loves gardening… secret past. Din has a glorious breeding kink, possessive/protective, pregnancy…DARK LUKE…
BESKAR DOLL @justagalwhowrites
Din + ex Naboo handmaiden who is wanted by the Empire. Cargo to much much more. So prolific and exciting! Slow burn, eventual pregnancy
BEST KEPT SECRET @lincolndjarin
Bodyguard Din + unhappily married princess on Naboo… her husband is to be king, is a monster, but luckily not yet interested in her. She and Din grow closer, rules are put in place, being found out would be deadly…
SECURITY @dindjarindiaries
Prolific series of Din + princess of destroyed planet, marriage, pregnancy, adventures…
KEEPING SECRETS @drewharrisonwriter
Din + lady reader discovers she is pregnant and fears telling Din thinking that he’d leave her. Cara helps talk her through it, adventure forces the truth to come out…
NOTHING IS WRONG and NOTHING IS WRONG: IN ABSENTIA on AO3
Din + lady reader who he discovers injured while collecting a bounty, bring her aboard the Crest so she can heal… quick and fun read through chapters, slowish burn, Mandalorians are all about reproducing, eventual pregnancy…
MY GODS ARE NOT KIND TO LONELY MOTHERS @fanfreakinfiction
Din, during a difficult time, spends a night at a brothel with a virgin woman. Months later he has a dream of her, pregnant and in distress. Grogu helps lead him to her, finding her on a backwater planet climbing up a mountain to give birth…
WRITER SPOTLIGHT! @charnelhouse
YOU BECAME ALL THE THINGS I WISHED FOR, ALL THE THINGS I HOPED Short of Din + Lady reader who discovers she’s pregnant.
YOUR HEART IN MY HANDS Birth of the baby, domestic life with new baby, Din, and Grogu.
THE REST. Twins! And a sprinkling of reality with a house full of babies
PAZ VIZSLA
PAZ + PREGNANT RIDUUR @sprout-fics
Just a short and sweet snapshot of Paz as an adoring father and his pregnant wife.
JAVIER PEÑA
COMATOSE @absurdthirst
Javi + DEA partner reader have a fling but break it off, reader is shot in action, placed into a coma, and Javi learns she is pregnant… Series
PERFECTLY INTOXICATING @gracieispunk
Reader arrives in Columbia for a 12 month job assisting the DEA agents in handling mountains of paperwork after Escobar. Steve and Connie are already friends with a past, reader meets Javi and “casual” relationship begins… unplanned, but wanted pregnancy… Steve is her best friend, Texas, Miami, job stresses… Javi grows leaps and bounds
STUFFING @palioom
Javi settled in Lerado coming home to his pregnant wife. He does the thing where he stands behind her and lifts her belly to hold the weight for her…
AGENT WHISKEY
UNWILLINGLY BONDED @absurdthirst
Agent Whiskey is on a mission to recover a hard drive when he stumbles upon an Omega in heat… A/B/O dynamics, breeding, pregnancy, birth, dumbass Jack.
MARCUS MORENO
YOURS @radiowallet
Reader tells Marcus she is pregnant and he is thrilled…
CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE
BRIEF INTERRUPTION @ghostheartfelt
Price and wife struggling with infertility find out she’s pregnant while he’s in a meeting. Just happy fluff
BABY TALK @the-froschamethyst4
Price has the baby all to himself for the weekend while mom is away with friends. He tries to teach her to say dada, 141 friends come over
NEWBORN SON @ghostlywhiskey
Price holding his newborn son for the first time
I’M HERE NOW @unreliablesnake
You find out you’re pregnant but John is deployed. You send him an image of the ultrasound to see when he can and you wait for a reply
KÖNIG
KÖNIG HEAD-CANON @bimbodoggie
König as an expectant father
SIMON GHOST RILEY
SLEEP @lethalchiralium
How Simon sleeps best
SURPRISING GHOST WITH A PREGNANCY @nsharks
Ghost arrives back from a long deployment and you’ve been together 5 years. You meet him in the shadows outside the base and tell him the news…
WRITER SPOTLIGHT @babygirl-riley
SMALL TRADITIONS Simon passing on traditions and memories of his beloved mother with your 3 daughters. Fluff
IN SICKNESS AND HEALTH Really hard pregnancy and delivery and Simon is there every step of the way
GHOST AND PREMIE DAUGHTER @stargirlrchive
The baby comes early and he’s there every minute for his girls
WRITER SPOTLIGHT @midnightcrw
PREGNANCY RISK After hearing news from the doctor that it would be dangerous for you to have a baby, Simon is terrified to even try
MOOD SWINGS, CRAVINGS, AND MELTDOWNS Being Simon’s hormonal pregnant wife
SIMON AND YOUR BELLY @sunsetsimon
And your cravings
SIMON LOVES MILFS @simonrillleyyysss
Home from deployment, Simon wakes to you breast feeding the baby. Once the baby is asleep he has his way with you
FAMILY @albanskikoks
Simon arrives home and is so moved to see his family fluff
GROWING PAINS @oceantornadoo
Going out for the first time as a family is stressful and he helps you through it
UNEXPECTED, PART 2 @dammn-dean
You’re in a relationship with Simon, but he’s acting distant and short with you… but you have news to tell him. It doesn’t get told until you’re in labor
BABYS FIRST FEVER @certifiedcodbabygirl
Your daughter has a fever and Simon knows just what to do
ONE NIGHT STAND @cmncisspnandmore
Series. Having just moved to London, knowing no one, you head to a bar. Overwhelmed by your past you take a moment behind the bar to breathe and meet Simon who you go home with…
Let’s spice things up!
🌶️ BREEDING, LACTATION, AND PREGNANCY KINKS REC LISTS:
baratheonpilled
jacobvanloon
discoholicmusic
theartofmadeline
stormborns
tangentwithtanner
izzy806
titsay
yousharknotpass
germansingergirl
romaincrisis
