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glass window (w. afton x reader)

request: "POOHKIE BEAR HEAR ME OUT!!!! dad's best friend!william. y'all just moved into the neigborhood, and you've been oh so busy with college/working that you hadn't had the time to introduce yourself to william (tho steve for the sake of keeping his identity yada yada) and so like, the moment you get the chance to? william aka steve cannot contain his thoughts abt you oml !! ur just so fucking pretty !! delicate !! those fucking skirts you wear, in the summers of utah (i think thats where the movie/fnaf location is canonically) he'd so.. hungry for you.. bonus points if theres a height/size difference omg JUST HEAR ME OUT POOHKIE!!!- i'll be going under as the 🧚‍♀️ anon!"

note: okay yeah i went a lil crazy with this one but i just loved this request sm. probably my favorite fic ive written so far.

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: age gap (reader is college age 18-21 and william is 45-50), creepy and stalking behavior from william, oral sex (m + f receiving), slight dubcon, doggy style, mating press, multiple orgasms, william having insane stamina at his age

you and your parents just moved to hurricane, utah, aka the most boring town you've ever been to. the second day in your new house, while you were at your criminology class, your neighbor, steve raglan came by to welcome your family to the neighborhood. they mentioned having a college aged daughter. he didn't think much about at the time. it was a passing comment after all.

a few weeks pass by and steve started to become a frequent visitor to your household. however, each of those times you have either been at school or at work. he had no idea who you are.

that is, until one day you come home in the evening after a class while steve is over having a glass of wine with your dad. you close the door behind you to see the door to the backyard open. curiously, you poke your head out and spot your dad with an unfamiliar face, and you stand shyly in the doorway expectantly.

"hey, sweetie," your dad says. "this is steve raglan. our next door neighbor i was telling you about."

you walk towards him when steve holds his hand out for you to shake. "nice to meet you, mr. raglan."

mr. raglan. his ears practically perk up at that. he drinks in your appearance. you're wearing a black, short tennis skirt that stops mid-thigh with a pretty white blouse.

"nice to meet you too," he says politely, trying his hardest not to come across as creepy.

your dad turns to you. "how was class?"

"it was okay. i do have a lot of homework to do, so i should probably go," you say, then turn to steve and wave as you go, "it was nice to meet you again."

his eyes never leave your bare legs as you walk away. and well, he wanted to fucking ruin you.

steve notices something interesting about you while mowing the lawn. there's a gate in the back of your house where he can see a glass door from the angle he's at in the front of his yard. a glass door that, he discovers, is the back entrance to your bedroom.

he decides to make good use of his porch.

at this point, he contemplates buying a pair of binoculars, but that felt like a little too much. for now, he had the view he needed to satisfy him. he even took a few photos that he saves for material to use in his personal time.

unbeknownst to you, steve is absolutely obsessed with you.

his heart skips a beat every time you take a walk in the neighborhood, when, coincidentally, he's sitting on the porch pretending to read a newspaper, and you wave at him and smile. he always returns your smile and waves back kindly.

one day, when you're walking past his house, he notices something gold falling to the ground. when you're out of sight, he goes to investigate, only to find a gold ring that could have only belonged to you. the perfect opportunity. steve waits about a week and keeps your ring with him on top of his nightstand.

sometimes, he notices you like to leave your door open on a particularly hot day. surely you couldn't be naïve to think no one would break in, right? you're just so pretty, who knows who could follow you home from the shadows.

on one particularly hot day, you leave your door open. almost invitingly. and steve watches as your mom's car passes by his house, going out, while he knows for a fact that your dad is working. it's his time to strike.

steve makes his way across the street and through the back gate. he looks through the window to find you reading a book while sitting on your bed. he taps on the glass to get your attention. your eyes snap from the book to the door to see him standing there.

"hi, uhm, can i help you, mr. raglan?" you say, getting up. you look shocked, clearly a little freaked out he came through the back of your house, he presumes.

steve smiles and walks in uninvited, making you back up a little as he steps closer. "hi stranger, i just wanted to return something of yours that you dropped a few days ago."

he turns up the ring in his hand and watches your eyes widen. "i've been looking all over for this! thank you so much."

steve watches as you take the ring from his palm and slip it back on your finger. "you know, i've been wondering something."

you look up at him. "what's that?"

he chuckles lightly and closes the door behind him. "i can't help but notice that you like to leave your door open, and i just wonder how you possibly think that's safe for you."

"i—i don't know what you mean," you say, confused. you fidget with ring on your finger nervously, not liking the direction this conversation is going in.

"well, you know just about anyone could come in here and take advantage of you. you wouldn't want that, hmm?" he asks, stepping towards you and cupping your jaw. "or maybe you would. is that why you do it?"

you inhale. "mr. raglan, i don't think this is appropriate—"

"neither is the way you've been teasing me, little girl," steve retorts and you flash him a scandalized look. "oh, come on, don't think i don't notice. your short skirts showing off that even tinier figure and the way you always seem so eager to get my attention. i know the game you're playing."

he cups your jaw as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip for entrance. you grant him access and he slips his tongue into your mouth. it's a slow, sensual kiss. you're moaning into his mouth as he takes full control. 

steve's hands travel from your face, to your waist, and to your ass to squeeze. you whimper into his mouth and he laughs lowly against you. 

slowly he breaks away from you. "take off your clothes and get on the bed on all fours. now." 

you make a show of taking off your clothes for him. you keep eye contact with him as you unbutton your shirt and discard it mindlessly. then you reach around your back to unclasp your bra, baring your chest to him.

"beautiful," he comments. "take off your panties but keep the skirt on." 

you do what he says and get in the lewd position steve requested a moment ago, mind racing with what he would possibly do to you. you grip the sheets almost nervously and rub your thighs together to relieve the tension in your core. 

steve practically saunters over to you and gives a low whistle. "such a pretty pussy." 

you blush realizing your skirt rode up to your waist. you shiver when he places a cold hand on your ass, kneeding it roughly. 

"ooh," you moan, arching your back needily, making him laugh.

"need it that bad, huh, baby?" 

"yes," you say quietly, turning head around to look at him. 

"don't worry, honey, i'll take good care of you," he says with a twisted smile. 

he leans forward to press a kiss on your slit, moaning at the wetness that drips onto his lips. he wastes absolutely no time eating you out and laps at your pussy like a starving man. you can't bear to look at him anymore, the obscene noises of him slurping causing your face to burn with embarrassment.

you can't help but push back against his face much to his delight. you can feel his beard scratching against you, as delicious as you imagined. the friction of him smothering his face into you is making you whimper and moan helplessly. you wish you could grasp onto him or close your thighs, but this position and being completely at his disposal makes it all the more hotter.

he smacks kisses on your clit, sucking and rolling the sensitive nub around with his tongue. one particular harsh suck where he tugs on your clit ever so gently with his teeth has you coming on his face. he keeps going until you're squirming and begging him to stop.

he pulls away from you almost remorsefully. "thanks for the meal, babe," he says, wiping his mouth. something that would have otherwise made you cringe in disgust if it didn't come from him.

"ready for my cock, sweet girl?" he asks.

you can only murmur out a "mhm" as you were already too fucked out to verbalize anything.

he just laughs at your disposition. "don't get too tired on me yet, sweetheart, i still have so much planned for you."

the clinking of metal gets you excited all over again. he pushes into you with a groan. "fuckin' tight like a vice," he curses.

he thrusts into you experimentally, gaging your reaction for which angle makes you moan the loudest. when he finds the right one, he picks up the tempo instantly. your room is filled with the noises of his balls smacking against your ass, his grunts and your incessant moaning. he wraps a hand in your hair and the other rests on your hip for leverage.

"you like that, baby? like the feeling of me inside you?" steve asks you teasingly but you can barely respond. "fuck, you feel so good around me. my good girl."

"please, let me come," you whine desperately, bucking your hips backwards so it meets his thrusts.

"i will, honey, i will."

suddenly he flips you over so you're on your back and bends your legs in half. the manhandling is an added bonus. "i want you to look at me when you come, okay?"

"okay..." you mumble, letting him use your pussy for whatever he pleases at this point.

one specifically hard and calculated thrust has you reeling. your orgasm is definitely in sight. you can feel your stomach begin to coil, ready to snap.

"mr. raglan!" you draw out the syllables of his name, signifying you're close.

"ngh — keep calling me that, honey, it's so fuckin' hot."

you can feel him close as well as his grunts and groans grow louder and his thrusts get more erratic and shallow. he decides to drill into you even harder for the sake of your own orgasm, making you almost scream out his name as you squeeze your eyes shut and come.

he pulls out before he finishes and beckons you over to him. "suck me dry, baby. want you to taste yourself on me when i come."

tiredly, you sit up and take is cock into your mouth. since he's already close he takes the initiative to thrust into your mouth while you gag around him. the noises you're making only add to his arousal.

he's grunting incoherent dirty praises, about how good and tight your mouth feels, and how you're such a good girl for him. he comes with one final, drawn out groan as he throws his head back. spurts of his ejaculate shoot down your throat and you try your best to swallow what he gives you, but some dribble down your chin.

you pull your mouth off of him and he brings his lips to your for another kiss, licking the remnants of his orgasm from your lips and chin. when you pull away breathlessly he's grinning from ear to ear.

"so good f'me," he compliments sweetly, making you smile.

maybe hurricane isn't so bad after all.

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EEEEKKK TYTYTYY

i know i just LITERALLLYY sent a fic and you can totally ignore this omg but i just saw u do match ups and i wanted to try skwnsndn-

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my name is michelle, and i'm mexican! my first language was spanish and i learned english before entering pre-k on my own. i was born and raised in texas, and i now actively speak both languages on a daily basis.

i'm a biology major, focusing on forensics and dna :3. i love art, and working out (you'll see i'm fairly muscular for my stature). i love to play the guitar, and to dance, too. i did ballet for a while, so it's been a passion since i was a baby.

physically, i'm short (4'10"). i have shoulder length 3a (or just curly) hair. it's brown with hints of red (not dyed, think of auburn hair). i have a fair-tan skin tone, not caramel but not super pale either. i have brown eyes with long lashes, like doe-like. i have small but very plump/plush pink lips. i have no tattoos but my passion for art and just the general badass-ery of them make me want to get inked up in the future. i want more piercings, too. i have a genetic mutation that makes my ears appear elf-like so. i mentioned before, but i'm very athletic, a toned but muscular body, yet i have a lot of curves, too. a balance. for my style it can go from joggers and oversized tee's to a skin tight dress and heels.

you can find me listening to music, drawing, or watching my favorite shows (currently rewatching twd for steven ogg)

:3

I LOVE U. MWUAH. TY.

Omg a biology major? I wanted to take on the STEM subjects but grades were too low LOL. I admire your intellect, I always wanted to study forensics and DNA :)

You’re most compatible with… FRANKLIN CLINTON

Franklin has no preference for physical appearance but he does admire someone who takes care of their body and health. Your fitness and overall physique draws him in. He’ll most likely ask to follow a particular work-out routine so he can also develop good habits, such as yourself! Nonetheless, your facial features can be an extra bonus. Your hair, skin-tone; they are all good qualities that Franklin likes.

A shared hobby would be music. When you’d be found listening to music, so would he. On some occasions, he’d be more than happy to share records and genres. Franklin is open to new interests, that includes your movies. Although he’s not exactly a movie guy, he’s usually into video-games, cars (etc…), that doesn’t mean it doesn’t interest him.

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you know we talk a lot about pedro pascal as joel and his big brown eyes but can we give it up for gabriel luna as tommy and his big brown eyes because jeez

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the world needs more tommy miller fics gabriel luna didn’t eat up the role for nothing

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As a Mexican, it feels so wonderful to see people that look like my family and I on screen. 💗

Gabriel Luna

THE LAST OF US

Season 1 - Episode 6

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THIIIIIS IS CINEMA, if cinema were writing OH MY GOOOSSH!

VIC, YOU LANDED IT RIGHT ON THE NAIL, THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT!! 💗💗

Good fuckin JOBB, I just know every Tommy Miller lover near and far will LOVE this and ENJOYYY IT as much as I did, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

heyy victoriaaa!!

i was reading thru your tommy masterlist (because i'm just craving good tommy content) and an idea popped in my head.

if you're taking requests/concepts in, maybe you could do a tommy x reader where reader is shy and "innocent", but to their friend (insert random name) they talk about how badly reader wants to "save a horse, ride a cowboy" w/ tommy miller, and juuust as reader finishes saying that, tommy hears it, so he just spends a week teasing + seducing reader, until she does something about it (maybe tease him right back)

JUST AN IDEA I THOUGHT YOU'D ENJOY! 🤫

MICHELLE—!! Your very much correct because I did in fact enjoy! ❤️

Warning: 18++ (minors y’all better get outta here I stg) smut, PnV. Tommy being such a tease, but it’s okay you get him back.

AN: y’all voted for smut on the poll so I provide, come get y’all juice <3

P.s teehee imagine him looking up at you like this when your riding him 🫣

SUCH A TEASE | T.MILLER

Springtime in Jackson had a lot of benefits, like more animals to be hunted, better harvest with lots of different types of crops which made for better food. The only downside, for you at least was how more precise patrols had to be. When the weather was warmer meant a higher possibility for infected and poachers. Which unfortunately for you meant that Tommy was out slot longer than you would like.

It was nearing ten at night when Tommy, Joel and the others finally arrived back home from patrol. Being stuck dealing with hoards of infected, it came to be no surprise that all he wanted to do was come home and see you.

After packing away his horse and gun, Tommy began his walk down to the Main Street. When it came to you staying up late for him to come home, which was alot more often as of late— Tommy knew exactly where you would be waiting for him.

Down inside the Tipsy Bison you were currently leaning against the bar along with one of your girlfriends, who came to keep you company. You were grateful that she stopped by because you always had the tendency to worry whenever Tommy would, your mind would flip through every worst scenario in your head like a good book. But Louise knew how to distract you, which apparently was by telling you her latest late night rendezvous with a particular coworker of yours.

“Okay Lou, please spare me the details. I’m working with him tomorrow morning and I don’t want to be traumatised.” You giggled, the few drinks the two of you drank together were already beginning to have its effect.

Absently your eyes drifted towards the saloon doors, your boyfriend still nowhere in sight. Sadly no amount of alcohol could ease your worries when it came to Tommy, the man was headstrong— which wasn’t always a good thing. “Hey I’m sure he’s okay.” Louise squeezed your hand reassuringly, despite your bubbly personality, she could still see how worried you were. “Now c’mon enough about me and more about you.”

Tommy smiled when the sound of your laughter filled his ears, after being gone all day all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his night with you. He felt bad, as of late he had been gone out on patrol longer than he was home with you. As he walked up behind you though, he was not expecting his hears to perk up at the mention of his name.

“Oh my God! You're worse than me! Does Tommy know about this?” Louise exclaimed hysterically,

“No-no but it's a thing I swear, I heard it's a saying. ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

Tommy couldn’t help but raise his brows in surprise, you never mentioned such interests to him before, his sweet innocent baby had a dirty little secret.

His mind instantly flooded him with images of you bucking your hips on top of him, his hands gripping on your warm velvet skin. The moans that would fall out of your mouth as you rolled on top of him as you reached your orgasm.

“Hey Tommy!” Louise called out to him, her pestilential voice rang through his ears. He returned her wave with a painful smile for the sake of niceties.

Your head quickly spun around to look behind you, the man you had been worrying about for the past couple of hours was standing behind you with a wide smile. “Had me worried for a second there.” You mumbled against his denim jacket, his muscly arms engulfing you into his chest. Everything felt perfect again now that you knew he was back safe with you.

"Sorry darlin.” He spoke softly as he kissed your hair, taking in your scent. A quiet groan falling from his mouth but luckily for him it was far too loud for you to hear. Tommy really couldn’t believe that you were hiding this little secret from him, especially one that he was quite fond of.

Tommy had a plan to get it out of you though, that was for sure.

. . .

You had no idea what your boyfriend was up to but you didn’t know how much more you could take. Since that night out with Louise he had been nothing but an absolute tease, and he knew what he was doing. He was always a flirt but he had taken it to a whole new level. His hands wandered more than usual, he flirted way more than he usually would.

What would usually be a quick peck in the morning before work, turned into a steamy kiss with his hands gripping onto your ass; making it absolutely infuriating when he’d pull away with some bullshit excuse. Leaving you high and dry, it was driving you insane!

The morning after your night out with Louise he got you as far as a writhing hot mess with both of your lips locked onto each other, only stopping to take gasps for air. You moaned against his mouth, as his tongue danced against yours. Arousal begins to pool in between your legs as he drops his warm kisses down to the nape of your neck, every now and again sucking on the soft skin.

“S-shit Tommy.” You let out a broken moan, your fingers gripped onto his crimson curls. Tommy couldn’t help the playful smile when an evil idea popped into his head, lifting his lips away from you.

No words left your mouth as it fell agape, your eyes looking up at his confused. “Why don’t you take what you want sweetheart?” Tommy whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. For a moment you stood still in shock, never had he just plainly offered up the power to you like this. You had no idea what to do so instead you sat beside him frozen, noticing the devilish grin on his face.

“I-I dont–” Your head shook in confusion as you stuttered, this wasn’t the first time he had you lost for words like this. Tommy was a flirt, just as bad as he was the night he met you.

“It’s okay baby, why don’t you get ready for work? Wouldn’t want you to be late.” He gave you a chaste kiss on the lips before getting up from the spot beside you on the sofa and moving to the kitchen to make your coffee for the morning. Tommy wasn’t able to wipe the smile off his face as he thought about how wet you’d be all day thanks to him. Maybe you would give in quicker than he thought.

. . .

The next time was a few days after when he informed you that Joel invited the two of you to his home with Ellie for dinner, which you were elated about. Maybe if you were with the company of his brother, Tommy might actually calm down. You were beginning to get agitated with your lack of orgasm in the past couple of days, Tommy was the biggest tease and you didn’t know how long you could hold on.

You figured that he was surely finished with whatever game he was playing.

Well, that was what you thought until you arrived home and moved straight to your shared bedroom to get ready, and out waltzed Tommy in nothing but a towel wrapped around his toned torso. You froze because of course you did, he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he brushed his teeth but your eyes fixated on his hands, you wondered what he would do with them if you rode him. If he would run them through your hair and pull on the ends so he could leave purple marks on the soft skin of your neck. Or if he would wrap his hands around your neck, taking the air straight out of your lungs.

His hair was still wet, beads of water dripped from his curls onto his bronzed shoulders. The faint remnants of how close you got to getting him the way you wanted only a few days ago. Red scratches lavished his olive skin like an artist's signature on a painting. A sense of pride washed over you with the thought of him taking his shirt off during the hot days in Jackson, how he loved the idea of everyone knowing you were his and vice versa.

You were so busy admiring the man in front of you that you didn’t even realise his eyes on you. When Tommy offered you a wide smile you quickly adverted your gaze, pretending your eyes weren’t just greedily glued to the raven hair path that stopped at the top of his towel. Your cheeks reddened as you turned to get changed, ignoring the pulsating yearning feeling you had to take him right here. Dinner be damned!

Tommy knew that his plan was working from the way you always avoided his gaze when he’d catch you watching him. He was driving you crazy and he knew it, he loved catching you in the act. How flustered and embarrassed you’d get. You wanted him just as much as he needed you.

He had you exactly where he wanted you.

Tommy couldn’t for the life of him, stop thinking about you. His teeth pressed against his knuckles, his eyes would glance back at you as you would speak. His usually soft caramel eyes were nearly black as he undressed you with his eyes. Those devilish denim shorts that were driving him wild, he wanted your thighs wrapped around his waist as he drilled into you. Fuck he needed his hands on you.

You jumped the second Tommy’s hand reached over to graze along the soft skin of your thigh, the two of you sitting beside each other at Joel’s home. Surely he wasn’t going to try anything with his brother and Eillie in the same room? His thumb kneaded your skin as he kept his eyes on Joel, the two of them engrossed in conversation.

You tried to ignore the arousal that was pooling in your underwear, his rough fingers danced dangerously close against the end of your shorts. Silently, you cursed the hot weather for giving your boyfriend the upper hand. Without warning he nonchalantly extended his arm so his pinky grazed against the soft fabric of your underwear.

With a shocked gasp you turned to face him, with eyebrows raised you stared at him I’m disbelief. Tommy only smiled in return as he knocked down the last of his whiskey, sending a wink your way.

‘Oh two could play that game’ You thought to yourself as you stood up, excusing yourself and making your way to the bathroom. You had an idea up your sleeve, for the perfect payback for teasing you all week.

Now it was his turn.

“Y’alright baby?” Tommy teased in your ear as you took your seat beside him, thinking he was getting you all roused up.

Little did he know.

Joel had called Ellie to help him with dessert, this was the perfect time for you to get your revenge. You returned him with an smile, nodding innocently has you placed your hand in his.

Tommy almost felt bad for teasing you all week, especially with small intimate moments like this. When you were happy with something so small, finding comfort just having his larger hands envelope yours. Key word being ‘almost’, moving your hand into your lap Tommy looked down to see what you left in his palm.

Your fucken underwear.

Quickly he stuffed the thin material into his pockets as he covered the smirk off his face with his hand. He was going to get you back for that one.

Dinner couldn’t have finished quicker, the two of you swiftly say your goodbyes to both Joel and Ellie before making your way home in the dark. Your hand instinctively reached out for Tommy’s, which he took before pulling you into his chest. “Pretty good trick you pulled in there.” He mumbled into your hair, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You feigned ignorance, enjoying how the roles were reversed, now it was you that was driving Tommy insane.

As soon as the two of you were in the warm confides of your home Tommy's mouth latched onto yours, pushing till your back came into contact with the wall. You returned him the same amount of desperation, a whole week you had been waiting—you didn’t want to wait any longer. Both of your tongues fought for dominance as you groaned back into him.

“You’re going to be the death of me, women.” Tommy groaned against your mouth, his hot breath fanned against your mouth. “Could say the same for you, y’don’t think I know what you're up to?” You gasped in between touch-starved kisses, it felt like you had been waiting since forever for this moment.

“What was it you were sayin’ the other day to Louise? Telling your friend your dirty little secrets but not your boyfriend.” He tsked, shaking his head as his hands cupped your cheek, almost studying your face to see your reaction. “You heard that?” Your voice jumped, you knew you shouldn’t care. But a part of you worried with the thought of your boyfriend knowing your sexual desires.

“Yeah, n’here I thought you were all innocent, keeping dirty secrets from me.” Instantly you felt your cheeks redden in embarrassment, Tommy actually heard you that night and your drunken rambles. “I–I didn’t–” You stuttered but Tommy quickly shushed you, “I didn’t say it was a bad thing darlin’.” His Texan accent sends chills down your spine.

“Stop talking.” You breathed against his mouth, silencing him by sliding your tongue back into his. “You’ve been teasing me all week, I think it’s only fair if I get what I want.” The fingers you laced through his hair tugged just enough on his curls, a surprised gasp fell from his lips. “Yes ma'am.” Tommy drawled, feeling the blood rushing down in between his legs. Even though he hadn’t yet admit it to you, he loved it when you took control. Since he heard about your secret desire, he couldn’t stop thinking about you riding him and now it was finally happening. He felt like the luckiest man on earth,

Tommy dropped down onto the sofa, shimmying his jeans off in anticipation. His cock springing to life, your eyes instantly glued to the angry red tip that glistened under the light. Standing in front of him you made quick work throwing off your shorts and leaping onto Tommy’s lap. You wasted no time lining yourself up and slowly inching yourself down his thick shaft, a moan falling from your lips as you stretched around his cock.

Your cunt swallowed him eagerly as you started to rock your hips, his cock hitting all the right places. Once you had eventually adjusted to his size you picked up your pace, occasionally lifting your hip to then slide back down to his pelvis. “O-oh shit baby.” Tommy let out a shuddered breath as his head fell back onto the sofa. You felt a sense of pride, seeing how quickly you could render him speechless.

As you grinded into him the familiar arousal began pooling in the pit of your stomach. Tommy teased you all week, getting you so close to climax without you actually orgasming— you weren’t going to last long. And by the gasping mess that was Tommy, you knew he wasn’t going to as well.

Tommy's hands then clasped onto the soft flesh of your hips, you already knew his death grip was going to leave marks—Tommy was a sucker for letting everyone know who belonged to.

Suddenly you were lifted up, only to be slammed back down at a bruising pace. A loud slapping sounds echoes in the room as your thighs collide with his hips, your mouth fell open as you felt his cock hit the top of your cervix.

“Shit Tommy—" you mewled into Tommy's shoulders as you used your momentum to bounce on top of him. You clenched your eyes shut only being able to focus on how perfectly Tommy filled you up, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. “M’gonna come!” You whined as your body trembled, the tight knot in your stomach finally releasing as your orgasm washed over you.

“Oh fuck yeah baby—“ Tommy groaned into you as his dick twitched inside you, with his fingers still dug into your skin he sunk you back down with a bruising force. The two of you caught your breath in each other’s embrace, your hip still twitching as you felt him coating your walls. Neither one of you dared to move. “Holy shit.” You sighed out of breath, slight amusement in your voice.

“Baby, you gotta promise me to do that more often.”

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HAS ME IN A GRIP OUHHHHH !!! THE KISS !!! THE SOFTNESS !! I LOVE TOMMY SO MUCH. GOOD JOB WRITER !!

• cherry pie •

Tommy Miller x Reader Content: fluff, no adult content, just the biggest block of cheese you'll ever see, pre-outbreak, not edited, probably-most likely poorly written Words: 1,747 Summary: Tommy Miller comes over to fix your grandmother's pantry and he receives a different form of payment. a/n: I haven't posted or really written any fics since 2013 so please be kind. 💫 Also this fic is inspired by gabriel luna calling his on screen wife/girlfriend 'cherry pie' in the short film swell and I thought of Tommy. Links - AO3

You were not at all surprised to find the Miller Brother’s truck parked in your grandmother’s driveway. Walking over the small pathway that led up to the front door, you wondered what needed to be repaired in the home this time around.

Ever since the brother’s came over to patch up a hole and repaint the living room wall, it started to be the little things for them to fix – door knobs that were squeaking out of nowhere and doors that suddenly were missing screws at the hinges. You spoke to your grandmother on how easy it was to go to the home improvement store and repair these yourself, but she kindly shooed away your suggestion. And you had a feeling why she was so insisting on having Joel and Tommy over almost every week.

You juggled between the two paper bags from the grocery store and your handbag to find the keys to the door. Before you entered the home, you could hear loud drilling and the smell of something sweet baking. Closing the door behind you, you set your personal belongings on the entryway table and made your way to the kitchen.

“Grandma, I’m home with your groceries!” You called out. Placing the bags on the kitchen counter, you expected to see both the Miller brothers, but only found Tommy standing with his back towards you working on the pantry doors.

“Hey you.” His thick Southern drawl catches your full attention and he’s walking towards you with a smile.

You smiled back at him over your shoulder. “Afternoon Tommy.” You watch him for a brief moment. He’s wrapping up the cord around the drill and putting his tools back in its carrying case. You simply guessed he was wrapping it up for the day. “Done already?”

“Sorry you missed all the fun.”

Before you could say anything, your grandmother entered the kitchen, hutched over and walked slowly with a cane towards the counter. She asked you for help with taking out the cherry pie from the oven. “Grandma, you shouldn’t be up and about. You need to rest.” You pointed to her bad knee that was wrapped in thick gauze.

“Nonsense,” she waved you off like she always did and placed her hand on the counter to help her stand. “Besides, I promised Joel a pie for all his hard work.”

“Hey, what ‘bout me?” Tommy had playfulness in his voice that made you smile.

She turned to Tommy and he was close enough for her to place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Of course, sweetheart. I made enough for Sarah, too. Take all of it home if you’d like.”

Grabbing the pie from the oven, the heat made the sweet scent of the pie fill the kitchen almost instantly and your stomach growled at the sight of it. She always took the time to add designs to her pies, this time vines circled the outside of the crust with handmade flowers scattered along the top. Your grandmother insisted that you dust a small amount of powdered sugar on top before she went back into the living room to rest.

The kitchen was silent for a moment while you picked out the jar of powdered sugar from the cabinet by the pantry and Tommy packing his belongings.

“Where’s Joel?” You asked out of curiosity. You could only imagine how disappointed your grandmother would have been when she only found Tommy at the door.

Tommy zipped up his tool bag then leaned over the kitchen counter., watching you cut up the pie in somewhat equal slices for him to take home. “Parent teacher conference.”

You look in the direction of the living room and whispered your next words. “You think she’s disappointed?”

He gets your meaning and grins. It was almost obvious that your grandmother had a crush on Joel, which is why she had him over all the time. “Nah, I think she’ll manage.”

You on the other hand didn’t mind them coming over so often. While your grandmother had a sweet crush on the older Miller brother, you couldn’t help but have your own crush on Tommy. On the days where they'd come over, you would sometimes watch your grandmother watch and stand close by Joel while doing his job. It happened more frequently that Tommy would step aside and watch with you.

He never seemed annoyed by not being able to do his job in the house. He told you once that it was fun to see Joel get embarrassed by your grandmother's words and how she would find objects in the house that needed to be fixed. You chuckled to yourself when you remembered the look on Joel's face when your grandmother showed him the broken leg of a photo frame that needed repairing.

While your grandmother's crush was one-sided, it at least got you to know Tommy a little more. He would always tell you stories of his time spent serving over seas and when he started to work alongside Joel to not only help him with projects in town, but to help him raise Sarah after his wife left him suddenly a few months prior. He mentioned how much it helped having you listen to him as Joel sometimes didn't want to be bothered with it.

It didn't take you long to come to the realization of how much your feelings grew towards Tommy, but instead of showing your crush like your grandmother did towards Joel, you kept it sheltered within you.

You placed the slices of pie in a large container for easy traveling, Tommy promising he'd bring it back when he'd come over next.

"You wouldn't mind me having a slice, would you?"

Tommy nods. "I won't say a word." He walks around the kitchen counter to stand next to you. "Mind if I have a slice before I head out?"

"Not at all."

You picked a slice for Tommy and yourself. You took a bite, relishing the taste of the sweet cherries and the touch of the sugar with the savory crust. The two of you chuckled at each other while the both of you made sounds of approval at your grandmother's cooking. After a few bites, you got out your grandmother's checkbook from her bag on the counter to start writing him a check.

"Don't worry about that," He said while chewing. "Your grandma promised Joel the cherry pie in return for our work."

Your raised an eyebrow. "And he agreed to that?"

"He did." He laughed at the suspicious look you gave him. "We love your grandma's cooking, what can we say?"

You placed the checkbook back in the bag before taking another bite of the pie. "You shouldn't be working for free, Tommy."

He shrugs and sets the plate down on the counter. "It was just a hinge replacement." He grinned. "The same hinge we replaced two weeks ago."

You shook your head and chuckled. "You know, I'll just have to talk to my grandma about having you guys come over for lunch instead of you hauling your equipment over for a hinge."

"I think we'd like that." He wasn't sure how Joel would completely feel about it. It made him curious on her suggestion if it was purely just to keep her grandmother company. "Would you like that?"

"Yeah, I think the company would be good for her."

"And you're not good company?"

You take one last bite of what was left of the pie and covered your mouth momentarily with your hand as you chewed while talking. "I can't be here all the time. Work and all of that." You wrapped up the rest of Tommy's slice with foil and you sense his eyes on you. When you look up at him, he's staring down at you with a cheeky smile. "What?"

He expands his hand towards you and he hesitates only for a moment into he musters up the courage to continue. His thumb comes in contact with the corner of your lips, wiping away the powdered sugar that was planted there while you were eating. The sudden contact leaves you breathless and frozen and you weren't really sure how to feel from the sudden contact from him. A few strokes of his thumb and your face was now clean, except for the sugar left behind on your inner upper lip that seemed to now dissolve on your lip gloss.

Tommy's hand fell from your face to slowly caress your mid-arm, and he's pulling you close until the space between you was filled. You closed your eyes in anticipation and you felt his lips hovering over yours ever so slightly. He was close enough for you to faintly smell the smoke on his breath from his last cigarette.

He leaned in closer and gently pressed his lips upon yours. The kiss lingered chastely and Tommy lightly smiled at the odd texture of your your sticky lip gloss against his lips.

Your hands blindly found they're way to his shoulders to keep yourself close and anchored to him. The tension melted away from your shoulders and you found yourself leaning into him, holding onto Tommy like all of the sudden your life depended on it.

He opened his mouth slightly and delicately licked at your upper lip. You sighed, your tongue meeting his with an open-mouthed kiss that made your fingers dig into the rough texture of his work shirt. His hands smoothed down to the small of your back, holding you in place while his lips pecked at your lips over and over, tasting your lip gloss in which he came to the conclusion was strawberry flavored.

"Tommy!"

He broke away from you to not only catch his breath but at the sound of your grandmother's voice echoing through the house. You waited for him to kiss you again, instead you felt his hot breath pant over your blushed cheeks.

"Tommy, don't let the pie go cold!"

The feel of his thumb caressing your cheekbone caused you to open your eyes, and you hadn't realized just now that his eyes had a hint of green around his irises... or you weren't sure if it was the reflection of the stained glass decor hanging from the window behind you.

Your hand smooths down his shirt and through the short silence between the two of you, he presses one last kiss to your lips.

"Darlin'... you taste sweeter than this cherry pie."

thank you for reading. just wanted something short and sweet to get out of my system before writing the serious stuff :p tag list - @ethereal-macleod, @quinnverses, @tsunchani if you'd like to be tagged in upcoming tommy fics, message me!

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— sylvia plath

@whistlingwindtree

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honestly I couldn’t think of any worse way to spend the apocalypse than in one of the coldest states in the country a part of a religious cannibal cult. especially compared to tommy’s communist hallmark movie town? girl 

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ELLIE. DID. THAT. SHIT.

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hi guys j finished ep 8 and then proceeded to throw up from crying so hard

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emmys for everyone!!!

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IM SO EXCITED???

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Coming Out In April

Pairing: FEDRA!Javier Peña x firefly!reader

Genre: slice of life, smut, romance, angst, enemies to reluctant friends to lovers, TLOU AU, minors dni

Summary: Javier, a former member of the Federal Disaster Response Agency in Kansas City, is haunted by the guilt and violence he indirectly caused by not taking action when he should have. After fleeing Kansas City in the aftermath of Kathleen's violent overthrow of FEDRA, you and Javier seek refuge in an abandoned train in the middle of a forest.

As you and Javier turn the train into a living space and learn to navigate the dangers of a post-apocalyptic world, you gradually overcome your differences and form an unlikely bond. But when your pasts catch up with you, you must confront the demons that haunt you and make a choice that could mean the difference between life and death. Will you choose to protect each other and find a way to build a new life together, or will the ghosts of your pasts tear you apart?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAO3 | Main Masterlist | Playlist

ㅤCHAPTER INDEX

ㅤ ➽ Chapter One — Deadhead

ㅤㅤ➽ Chapter Two — Whistle-Stop

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happy birthday gromit

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LITERALLY!!

Whenever I read that I sorta just 👁️👁️ because I know they're trying, but it's Spaniard Spanish-

But I also personally think a writer should contact a Latin/Hispanic (that doesn't speak Castellano Spanish) so the Spanish is more accurate to us! 😌

EXCUSE MEEEE CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT PEDRO PASCAL AS A PROTECTIVE(or just normal hispanic/latin) MOM ON SNL?!?!?

1 it was funny as hell and 2 idk why but that made me fall for him more????? Am i… ok???

Which kinda sparks a fanfic idea for anyone who wants to write it… pedro pascal x reader maybe he meets our mom and shes the same way??? Protective (preferably latin/Hispanic) mom and hes like trying to convince your mom hes good for you or whatever idk guys….

ALSO CAN WE PLEASE GET MORE SPANISH SPEAKERS WRITING FANFICS??? Like no offense but the amount of times a fic starts with the disclaimer “I don’t speak spanish so i used Google Translate” and then its…. Castellano spanish🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 like no offense to Spaniards but i have NEVER used “vosotros” in a sentence while speaking spanish ever in my entire life and spanish is literally my first language 👁️👁️

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Wow so many people hate when others just write self-indulgent fics. Apparently no one can have fun on this trash site anymore huh?

I'm only saying this because I just saw yet ANOTHER post bitching about something other people enjoy.

Whatever happened to "if you don't like it, don't read it/keep scrolling?"

So I'm here to say this: Life is short so write or read as many self-indulgent RPF fics you want. Don't let anyone stop you from enjoying anything.

Cuz honestly y'all out here complaining really just remind me of this: