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megalony · 5 months

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Proud Papa

This is a Tommy Kinard imagine, based on a lovely Anon request. I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Tommy Kinard Masterlist

Summary: Tommy can't wait for the day of (Y/n)'s C-section so they can meet their twins. They know exactly what to expect; but there's room for a few surprises.

Enjoy.

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"So, next week? Are you coming, I can give you a lift if you like."

A grin spread across Tommy's lips as he zipped up his bag and let it lay between his feet. His elbows moved to rest on his thighs and he tilted his head back, squinting up at Eddie against the beaming afternoon sun that was casting rays of gleaming white to shine around the court.

He could feel his smile twitching into a smirk when he thought about how busy he was going to be next week.

"Uh, no, sorry. I can't make it next week." It would be the first time in over two months that Tommy would have to skip the weekly basketball game that had been set up for almost a year now.

He was usually lucky that he didn't work Thursday afternoons, he either had them off or he worked the Thursday night shift and still turned up here for the basketball game beforehand.

But not next week.

"No?"

"You're missing a game?" Buck huffed as he ran his fingers through his sweaty locks, brushing them back while he huffed. He had been to about four of these weekly games so far and he knew Tommy had been to each one. He usually picked Eddie up on the way and brought him down here so they didn't have to take two cars.

"Yep, I'll be missing the next few games, actually. You'll have to make do without me."

"How come?"

The disappointment in Eddie's voice and the confusion on Buck's face was almost endearing. It felt good to have friends that actually wanted to hang out with him and who clearly were going to miss his absence next week. Tommy was a friendly guy and he was easy going, but that didn't mean he made a lot of friends.

He only had a small circle of close-knit friends that he relied on and trusted and who he hung out with regularly. It was refreshing to meet Eddie and Buck and reconnect with Chimney and Hen and feel like he had more people to be around and get to know again.

"My wife's gonna be having the twins next Wednesday." Tommy couldn't quite keep his excitement at bay.

Although his expression was contained, his smile was dampened down so it didn't take over his face. And he took a deep breath to stop from overexciting himself or babbling about everything that would happen next week. He refrained from blurting out every little detail that was planned down to the dot.

And he revelled in the tender smile that lit up Eddie's face, while Buck grinned, but his eyes narrowed somewhat in confusion.

"Ah, you, you mean her due date is next Wednesday?" Scratching the back of his neck, Buck tilted his head to one side and grinned across at his friend. He would have to be psychic to know the exact date when his wife would go into labour.

"No, we're having them on Wednesday. (Y/n)'s having a C-section. As of Monday, I'm off work, and as of next Wednesday, I'll officially be a dad."

Tommy had enjoyed watching everyone become confused when he told them he already knew his children's birthday ahead of time. He loved that he had it circled on the kitchen calendar in red pen that next week would be their birthday. If he wanted, he could add it in his work diary and save it to his phone as a reminder that every year, that would be a special date he would need off work.

They had it all planned out from (Y/n) being five months pregnant that she would be having a C-section. Suffering with extreme morning sickness and then having a minor placental abruption put (Y/n) more at risk, along with having twins. The doctor thought it would be better if they had a C-section so neither of the twins got distressed during labour and so the placenta didn't start moving again and cause any bleeding.

It was more likely that (Y/n) would go into early labour too, since she was having a multiple pregnancy. They would be at thirty-six weeks next week which was a safe mark to have the twins.

"Oh wow, congratulations."

"Do you know what you're having yet?"

"We're having boys."

Tommy wouldn't tell anyone yet that he and (Y/n) already had the names picked out. They would be walking into that hospital next week knowing the exact date they would be having their boys, roughly what time, and with their names already chosen and sewn into matching blankets (Y/n) had made.

It was as scheduled as anything else in their lives and they both preferred it this way. No walking on egg shells, no panicking that Tommy might be at work when (Y/n) went into labour. No worrying that something would go wrong or labour would end up with complications or something would happen to their boys.

It was all pre-planned out and next week, Tommy would be sat with one son in each arm, feeling the happiest he'd ever been in his life.

(Y/n) tilted her head to the right and looked across at Tommy, quirking a brow as she gazed at him curiously. The smile on his lips was one that made his cheeks puff out and the end of his nose scrunched up as he looked down at his phone.

She moved her hands to run them up and down her legs, feeling adrenaline spark through her stomach at the prospect that in less than an hour, she wasn't going to be able to feel the lower part of her body anymore.

"Something funny?" She murmured softly, smiling as Tommy tore his eyes away from his phone and looked across at her before he held the screen out for her to see.

"Just the guys wishing us luck." He swiped across to the next text, watching as (Y/n)'s eyes lit up and she nodded.

It was sweet. Buck had wished them good luck, and cheekily asked for a photo of the twins once the operation was all done and dusted. And Eddie hoped it would go well, and said Chris has asked when he can come down and visit them which was endearing.

Tommy had been a little surprised but nevertheless touched when Hen and Chimney both texted early this morning to say they were happy for him. And said they would come down to see them all soon.

With a smile, Tommy turned his phone on silent and tucked it safely into the bag they had brought down to the hospital with them. He didn't need it going off in the operating room or sitting uncomfortably in his back pocket. He wasn't going to need it.

He pushed up from the chair and ran his hands up and down his jeans, wiping the sweat from his palms before he sat down on the edge of the bed beside (Y/n)'s knee. He reached out and began to trail his hand across (Y/n) knee while she sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed. Her hands stopped drawing patterns and reached out for Tommy's wrist instead, holding onto him as tightly as she could.

"Are you ready?"

Her lips curved up into a tender smile and her eyes flitted down to her stomach.

It felt strange to know that in over an hour, she was going to look and feel totally different. Her stomach wouldn't be this rounded anymore. It would feel squishy and flatter and she might have better chance of seeing her knees and her feet which she hadn't caught sight of in the last few months.

In an hour, they would have a boy each to cuddle and feed and adore and love.

Everything had been leading up to today, but now it was here, everything felt strange, in a good way. (Y/n) was ready to be able to walk and feel like her back wasn't crippled and feel like she could stand up straight without her stomach trying to touch the floor. She would be able to push a pram rather than stare holes into her stomach and wish to see her babies.

They would be waking up during the night as of now. They would be swamped with baby grows and nappies and cries filling the house. And they were ready for this.

"I think I'm gonna be a stone lighter after this." She spoke wistfully while she moved her hands to cup her stomach. She was definitely going to feel like a whole new person after today.

A chuckle passed through Tommy's lips before he leaned forward, moving his hands to cup hers that were on her stomach. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of her bump, smiling against her skin when he felt (Y/n) lean down to kiss the back of his head.

"Well I'm gonna miss this," He murmured into her skin, causing shivers in his wake.

He had loved wrapping himself around (Y/n) and attaching his lips to her stomach and feeling the boys move and wriggle around and react to the sound of his voice. But they both knew having their boys in their arms was going to feel a whole lot different to this, in the best way possible.

A soft knock at the door caught their attention and Tommy sat up straight but kept his hands enveloped around (Y/n)'s.

They both watched as two nurses walk into the room, eager looks of excitement on their faces.

"Are we ready to go to theatre?" It wasn't the best way to word it, but (Y/n) nodded all the same.

The longer they waited up here in this room, the more nervous she was becoming. It was the thought of the epidural she was going to have that made her feel queasy. But she knew once she'd had the injection and everything was set up, she would feel a lot calmer.

And Tommy was going to be there right beside her.

(Y/n) could feel her nerves sparking and igniting when they finally got into the operating room. She had never had an operation before. The worst (Y/n) had done was broken a few bones in her life, but this was different. She was going to be awake for this which was something strange and unusual in itself.

She sat on the side of the bed, keeping her eyes on her knees as her nails punctured into the edge of the operating bed like she was going to extend claws like Wolverine and cut it apart.

But when her eyes lifted, she managed to arch a brow and some of her anxiety died down when she looked over at her husband.

He was wearing scrubs. Somehow, Tommy looked even taller and bulkier in the dusty pale blue scrubs that barely seemed to fit over his arms or his shoulders. But the tender smile dancing across his lips made him look soft and when (Y/n) reached a hand out towards him, he all but melted on the spot.

She felt his lips pressing against her temple as he moved to stand in front of her and interlocked their fingers together.

"Okay, let's get you on this epidural. Do you want to lie down?"

"Can I sit up?" (Y/n) looked over her shoulder at the doctor who they had seen two weeks ago in preparation for today. He smiled kindly and nodded.

She didn't want to lie on her side, something about that made (Y/n) feel a little too uncomfortable. It would make her feel better if she could stay sitting up like this and then when the epidural started to work, she would lie down ready. They knew it would take up to twenty minutes for her body to go fully numb and she didn't want to lie on her side or her back for that long and wait.

"Okay, this is going to feel uncomfortable, but since you can't see any of it, that should be a little easier. This is the anaesthetic first, to numb your back."

Lifting her gaze, (Y/n) locked her eyes on Tommy, but the calm smile on his face made her feel better already. She leaned forward until her forehead was pressing into his chest and her right hand stayed tangled with Tommy's while she reached her left hand out and curled her hand around his torso. She felt his right hand move to cup the back of her neck and he began to hum quietly while his eyes focused over (Y/n)'s shoulder to watch the doctor.

He watched curiously as the doctor slowly pushed a needle near (Y/n)'s spine to numb her back. He felt (Y/n) twitch and push into his chest even more and he was glad she couldn't see this. Tommy had lost count of the times he'd had to hold (Y/n) in a chair or catch her when she fainted while having her bloods taken.

"Epidural going in now (Y/n). This will feel a bit uncomfortable, but not painful."

Tommy smoothed his thumb up and down the back of (Y/n)'s neck while he watched the thin tube thread into her back, between the columns of her spine. It made his breathing quicken, but he had seen much worse while he was on shift with air support.

It was still strange to watch the fluid seep through the thin tube in her back and watch the way (Y/n) twisted and tensed, trying to stay as still as she could so she didn't move anything.

(Y/n) began to sway their entwined hands back and forth, giving herself something to focus on other than the sound of Tommy's gritty, melodic hum that quietly flooded her ears.

This was what she had been worried about. Feeling this uncomfortable and feeling the injections and then having to wait for everything to turn numb. The thought was almost as uneasy as the action itself and after just less than ten minutes, (Y/n) slowly lifted her head to look up at Tommy. She nodded silently and moved their entwined hands down to pat her legs that she couldn't feel anymore.

Well, she could sort of feel them, but it was like a switch had been flipped and they had been momentairely disconnected.

There was a small part of (Y/n) that worried this epidural somehow wouldn't work or suddenly wouldn't be properly effective. She dreamed that when the doctor began cutting through the fat and muscle in her abdomen, she would suddenly feel agonising pain and begin to scream. But feeling how numb and tingly her legs felt, (Y/n) was sure that wasn't going to happen today.

"If we can get you laid down now, we can get set up and have these two. Do we know what we're having yet, or is it a surprise?"

(Y/n) kept her hands latched around Tommy's and smiled gratefully when his hands moved to hold her upper arms. He helped the nurses turn her and move her legs so she was sitting up on the bed. Both (Y/n)'s hands moved to clutch Tommy's bicep which caused him to smile.

"Okay honey?" He whispered softly while he eased her to lay back down and let her curl both her hands around his right hand.

(Y/n) nodded but she pulled his hand down to pin it to her chest and she scrunched her eyes closed when the doctor started to get ready. She didn't want to see him prepare the scalpals or set up the sheet so she wouldn't see. Part of her wanted to see, she wanted to see the exact moment their boys were brought into the world. But the other part of (Y/n) knew it wouldn't be a sight she would easily forget or would really want to see when she felt a little woozy already.

She knew Tommy would look. He wasn't squeamish, he couldn't be in his line of work and he wanted to watch. If he couldn't be the first person to hold their boys, since that would technically be the doctor's job, then Tommy at least wanted to witness them being born.

Her fingers began to glide up and down Tommy's wrist and over his arm, sorting out the creases and wrinkles in his scrubs. She focused her eyes on him and watched the way he smiled and squeezed her hand every now and then to keep her calm.

"Alright, here we go."

The way (Y/n) clenched her fingers into his hand and closed her eyes made Tommy smile. It was almost as if she was anticipating the pain she knew deep down that she wasn't going to feel. (Y/n) might feel some level of discomfort because of the odd sensations, but she wasn't going to be in any sort of pain.

When she opened her eyes, (Y/n) tried to keep watch over Tommy. Noticing the way the lights caused flecks of white to cascade off his eyes like glittering sparkles. Or how he kept biting the corner of his lips and narrowing his eyes every few seconds. Each time he twitched or moved, (Y/n) wondered if the doctor was peeling away another layer of skin. Tommy's reactions and movements were reflecting the procedure.

But she couldn't feel anything. It was a relief to know the doctor was cutting through her skin and all (Y/n) could feel was tiny touches like she was being prodded whilst being deep in slumber.

No pain, no actual sensations or touches or movements at all. They could be slicing her apart and she wouldn't know about it.

"Let's get baby number one out. Nurse."

Tommy let (Y/n) keep his hand pinned down against her chest while he leaned behind the protective white sheet they'd pinned up across the middle of (Y/n)'s stomach so she couldn't see the procedure. It made shivers course down his spine to see the doctor reach into (Y/n)'s stomach like was a magician's act. The clamps keeping her skin pulled apart didn't bother Tommy almost as much as seeing the doctor reach in like that.

It looked invasive. It looked horrific rather than like the miracle he thought it would be.

(Y/n) felt Tommy suddenly tugging on her hand and she lifted her head, adrenaline sparking through her body when she heard a soft cry.

She could feel her heart trying to burst out of her chest and it took all her effort to stay still and prevent herself from trying to move and sit up. But she didn't have to wait long before the nurse was bringing their first boy round behind the curtain so she could see him.

"Here's your first boy." She spoke softly and carefully laid the newborn down onto (Y/n)'s chest who was shaking his arms and fists like he was fighting off invisible hands. His cheek nuzzled against (Y/n)'s chest and she kissed his temple, trying to stop herself from crying but she couldn't help herself.

"Hi baby," Her left hand moved to brush over the top of his head while she felt Tommy lean down to kiss her temple and run his free hand across their boy's cheek.

(Y/n) almost whined when the nurse gently lifted him off her chest again and took him out of sight. But she knew it was because she was going to clean him up and to let her hold her second boy.

"And here's your second little boy."

The smile on Tommy's face when (Y/n) looked up at him was unlike any she had seen before.

It wasn't often that (Y/n) saw Tommy cry. Only in the dead of night after a vivid nightmare or after a rough shift or the very odd, few days when he was feeling low. (Y/n) could probably count on both hands the times she had seen Tommy cry and the only time she saw happy tears was when they were dancing on their wedding day.

But now, with just a few tears in his eyes and one trickling down the side of his nose, he looked so endearing and beautiful.

When he leaned down to kiss the top of their boy's head, (Y/n) tilted her head up and caught his lips in a kiss. She nudged their noses together, grinning when he let go of her hand to brush his fingers along the side of her cheek. With his other hand still cradling the back of their boy's head.

(Y/n) leaned their foreheads together, barely hearing the nurse whisper that she would get their second boy cleaned up so they could hold them both in a moment.

But (Y/n) opened her eyes and looked up at Tommy when they both heard the doctor mutter "When was the last sonogram?" Panic fluttered to life in (Y/n)'s eyes and she moved her hand up to hold Tommy's hand again while she watched the confusion spread across his face like a wildfire.

"Last week… why?"

They'd had a scan last week to make sure the twins weren't moving or facing down. They had to make sure (Y/n) wasn't going to go into early labour before the planned date for this C-section and they needed to make sure the placenta hadn't moved down either. Everything had been fine at the scan. The boys hadn't moved, the placenta was in place. Blood flow and heartbeats had both been normal and healthy.

Was something wrong now?

What could have happened now? When both the boys were already out and they had seemed fine and healthy?

Was (Y/n) bleeding? Had she had some kind of internal trauma or haemorrhage that they hadn't noticed earlier?

"Tommy, w-what's wrong?" (Y/n) pulled on Tommy's hand and stared up at him while their second twin was taken from her chest. She tilted her head back and tried to look for both the boys but seeing the room from a flipped angle made her head spin and made her blood thump in her ears. "Are they okay?"

Surging panic propelled through (Y/n)'s system while she tried to find someone in the room who would tell her what was going on.

She felt Tommy grip her hand tightly while he nodded. He could see the nurses in the far corner of the room, they were cleaning up the boys and both of them were whimpering and wriggling around. Neither nurse seemed panicked or overly worried about the boys, so it couldn't be anything to do with them.

But that thought made Tommy's heart drop to the pit of his stomach like a stone. If it wasn't something to do with the twins, then it had to be about (Y/n). Was his wife okay?

"What's wrong?" Tommy leaned around the curtain and looked across at the doctor with such a stern look that it made the room drop ten degrees and had everyone shivering.

"No, no it's nothing to worry about."

Somehow, (Y/n) didn't believe the doctor's words. She pulled on Tommy's hand and tried to push herself up on her elbows until Tommy gently nudged her back down. She leaned to the left to try and look at the doctor, but her view of him was obscured and she realised his eyes were focused intently on her stomach with something akin to surprise written across his face.

"(Y/n), it seems we have a third wriggler hiding away in here." He smiled through his words which made (Y/n)'s heartbeat ignite and bring the monitor to live beside them.

"T-triplets?"

That couldn't be right. None of their other scans had showed any signs of a third baby. They were having twins. They had been preparing for the last six months to have twins since they went to their first appointment and found out.

It had been a shock that they were having twins on their first pregnancy. Two for the price of one. (Y/n) had even joked that Tommy had planned this somehow because they had been so eager to have a baby after they got married. But they hadn't thought about triplets.

(Y/n) desperately wanted to move her hands down and run them across her stomach but she felt Tommy tugging on her hand like he knew what she was thinking and was preventing her from doing so. She didn't think she looked big enough to be having triplets. She hadn't always looked like she was having twins. The first five months she just looked a little further ahead in her pregnancy. But even now, whenever she told people she was having twins, they were surprised.

How could there be three hiding away in here?

"Really?" Surprise flooded Tommy's voice and when (Y/n) looked up at him, she saw a mixture of emotions on his face. His eyes looked dazed, as if he was going to pass out, but the way his lips parted into an open-mouthed smile showed he was growing excited at this prospect.

"Another boy?" (Y/n)'s voice shook as she waited, watching Tommy's expression as he watched the doctor gently scoop up a third baby.

He wasn't mistaken. He wasn't trying to make some kind of joke out of this or torment them or just play around. They really did have a third baby hiding away in there.

They were going to have to make a few adjustments when they went home. They had prepped for taking two babies back home with them, not three. Two cribs. A double pram. They were going to need extra sets of bottles and a few more baby grows. About a hundred more nappies. The nursery was going to have to be changed around- again.

Tommy was going lightheaded at the thought and he tried to drag himself out of his mind and focus again while his eyes locked on his third little baby.

"Oh, you have a little lady, this time."

(Y/n) choked on a laugh when she watched a tiny bundle be laid on her chest. They had a girl. They had been preparing for the last six months to bring two boys home. Now they were going to have to prepare to bring a little girl home with them too.

"She's so small." (Y/n) carefully danced her fingertips over her daughter's cheek, feeling her smile spread until she could barely look down at her little girl.

She was miniscule. With her legs curled up to her tummy and her arms pinned into her chest, she barely looked the size of a teddy bear. No wonder (Y/n) hadn't looked like she was having triplets. She would barely look pregnant at all if she was just having their daughter and she came out that small. The boys had clearly been hiding her away from them. Keeping her as a surprise.

"I think the boys got the most preference and nutrients… she's going to need a little bit of extra help."

Tilting her head back, (Y/n) nudged her head against Tommy's hand when he let go of her hand so he could crouch down beside her. His hand brushed against her cheek as more tears started to fall down his face and (Y/n) was sure this was the happiest she had ever seen him. And her eyes lit up when Tommy reached his free hand across and started to drag his fingertip up and down their daughter's cheek.

She was going to be tiny when she was in Tommy's arms.

"Where were you hiding her, honey?"

***

Hen: Congratulations! How's (Y/n) and the boys, did everything go okay? xx

Chim: We're very happy for you. Are you all okay and settled?

Eddie: Hope everything went smoothly. Whenever you're up for visitors Chris would love to come down and say hi. x

Buck: Happy Birthday! (To the twins) Can I see a picture? Please?

(Y/n) rolled her lips together, obscuring her smile as she looked at the texts that had popped up over the last few hours. She could almost hear all their excited voices and feel the love radiating from their messages. It was heart-warming.

Buck's message played on (Y/n)'s mind as she looked across the room towards her husband.

He was starting to fall asleep.

His head was tilted down until his chin was just about resting on his chest and he was slouched in the chair with his knees pushed forward. But he had Grace in the crook of his left arm. The newborn was miniscule and swamped when she was laid in Tommy's arm. The way his bicep flexed and how his forearm tensed around her almost engulfed her from sight with how broad Tommy was compared to how tiny and compact their daughter was.

He had been holding the boys for quite a while earlier and had switched to Grace when James and Jake had both fallen asleep and were now in the cribs in the corner of the room.

When she looked back down at Tommy's phone that she had been holding for the last hour, taking photos and sending pictures to family, she smiled.

She set up a group message to Hen, Chimney, Buck and Eddie and attached one of the photos she'd taken an hour ago. A picture of Tommy with one of the boys in each arm and the widest smile she'd ever seen on his lips.

*Here's the proud papa with the boys. Say hi to James (left) and Jake (right). xx

She attached the message to the bottom of the picture and hit send before she slowly sat forward, being mindful of the new set of stitches across the very bottom of her stomach.

She held the phone out towards Tommy, waiting a dew seconds when his eyes began to flicker before they fell closed again and she took the opportunity to snap a quick picture. Loving the contrast in the photos which showed just how small Grace was compared to the boys. Along with the fact that she was wearing a smaller, blushing pink cap over her head and had a tube taped into her nose to help her get a bit more oxygen

*And say hello to Grace, our surprise. xx

When the message sent, (Y/n) was about to put the phone on the side table. She had been too hyped to sleep earlier but the epidural was starting to wear off now and she was beginning to feel drained. But before the phone was even out of her hands, it began to vibrate and ping with messages.

All of them simultaneous. All of them saying the same thing. Just one simple word.

*Triplets?!!

#911 imagine #imagine #tommy x reader #tommy kinard 911 #tommy kinard #tommy kintommy kinard x reader

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quinnysnursery · 5 months

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hi!! could you do caregiver!chris and little!fem reader where the two are playing around and chris is chasing her around the house until she accidentally bumps into something/falls down, causing her to cry and chris goes into immediate caregiver mode? thank you sm, so excited about this account!! :)

[🥤] bumps 'n bruises | chris sturniolo one-shot

paring : caregiver!chris sturniolo x gn!little!reader

divider credit : @kyejiz

a/n : working on a masterlist this weekend! (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl !)

“I’m gonna get you!” Chris’ voice echoed through the hallway, along with the sounds of your fuzzy sock-covered feet against the hardwood floor and the soft giggles you were letting out along the way.

The two of you had been playing this game of “Tickle Monster Chase” for around an hour now. What originally started as a way for you to get your energy out before your nap, turned into a full-on game.

Chris wasn’t the best when it came to keeping a routine, it was his biggest weak point as a caregiver. There had been plenty of times you skipped a nap due to both of you having too much fun playing and today was no exception.

As you rounded the corner to take shelter in Chris’ room, you got the brilliant idea that you would shut the door before hiding under the bed away from the “Tickle Monster”.

Genius, right?

You thought so.

Another giggle emitted from you as you quickly turned the doorknob to your caregiver's room, sliding in and quickly trying to shut the door.

However, what you didn’t expect was for the door to move faster than you thought it would. As if in slow-motion you watched the wooden door swing close on your delicate hand.

The fear was more intense than the pain, at first. What if you broke something? What if you had to get the whole thing chopped off? What if dada didn’t want to play with you anymore?

Only after your eyes began to water at these anxious thoughts did your brain decide to register the pain.

And oh god it hurt.

“D-Dada!” You cried out.

Chris, who had stopped a few strides behind you to give you a fair chance, was now by your side in seconds.

“What happened?” He asked, his tone was serious. He quickly realized how you whimpered at this, not recognizing that he wasn’t mad at you and was instead focused on your injury.

“Baby, I need you to tell me what happened.” Chris tried again, letting the caregiver voice™️ seep through his vocal cords. You sniffled, the floodgates of your eyes beginning to open as tears began streaming down your cheeks.

“M’- M’ wanted to hide!” You attempted explaining, letting out a sharp whine as Chris ran a gentle finger over your already-bruising hand.

Chris nodded, trying to piece together what had happened based on the limited information. “And the door smashed your hand?” He asked, gently pushing your hair behind your ears.

You nodded before looking up at him with tear-ridden eyes. “M’ sorry!” You choked out

“Hey…shhh, it’s alright. I’m not mad.” Chris comforted, gently leading his little one to the bed. “Can you move your hand for me, doll?” He asked, his mind already racing about the possibility of a fractured bone.

You trusted him with your littlespace. You trusted him to look after and nurture you while in headspace and he failed you.

Chris was quickly snapped out of his thoughts as you leaned into him, your tear-stained cheeks dampening his shirt (not that he’d ever mind). “Please, angel? For dada?” He asked, placing a gentle kiss atop your head.

After wrapping his arm around your torso and gently rubbing your upper arm, you began to stretch out your curled-up hand. Naturally, it hurt. However, to both your and Chris’ shock, it wasn’t unbearable. Henceforth, it wasn’t broken. In a few days, you’d have a gnarly bruise, but at least it wasn’t broken.

Your caregiver let out a sigh of relief, squeezing you gently. “Let’s get you some ice, okay?” He offered. You sniffled and let out a meek “..’kay dada..” before following the brunette downstairs to the kitchen.

After wrapping a kitchen towel around a few pieces of ice from the fridge, Chris sat you on a countertop. “It might hurt for just a second, but the ice is gonna feel nice.” Your caregiver assured you, gently pressing the compress to your hand.

You couldn’t help but giggle, despite the pain. “Dada rhymed…” You mumbled, leaning your head against Chris’ chest. Chris smiled, “I did, didn’t I?” He played along, relieved to find your sense of humor hadn’t also been smashed.

A few moments of silence passed, the two of you processing the events of earlier.

“I’m really sorry,” Chris mumbled, still ashamed he’d let you get hurt during a game he suggested. You looked up at him, tilting your head in confusion. “You got hurt on my watch, that’s not cool.” He said remorsefully, already planning the full-length conversation he’d be having with you when you came out of littlespace.

“You didn’t mean to…” You said gently, looking up at your caregiver. “It was jus’ an ac’ident dada.” You smiled wrinkling up your nose as you did. Chris smiled too, letting the compress rest on the counter as he engulfed you in a tight hug.

Everything would be okay, even the bumps ‘n bruises.

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dr-spectre · 2 months

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Rambling about Marina and Relatability...

I've said in the past that i relate heavily to Marie, but as i think about it further.... I think i relate more to Marina... I just read through this incredible twitter thread by @ _CSenpai_ which i shall leave at the end, but it got me to really think... "huh... Marina is kinda me fr." (Also I'm gonna get pretty personal in this post so keep that in mind too.)

Marina has very serious special interests and clearly spends a lot of time researching and engaging in these interests. She gets VERY excited when someone mentions anything remotely about her interests and takes them seriously. Which is something i do as if someone even remotely mentions Splatoon out of the blue, my chest will go "BZZZTTTT" and i get the tingles and i wanna run around my room.

She's very into machinery, video games, music and manga/comic books. Marina stays up and overworks herself when it comes to music and her interests, which is shown in the dev diaries and chat logs in Side Order and Octo Expansion. This is something i tend to do as well as I consume my special interests way into the night and i can't go to bed because I'm so damn energized. Sometimes i become so focused that i don't even notice that time has passed by for so long and before i even realise it... It's 2pm and now i want lunch.

She corrects Pearl on wizards which reminds me of the kind of stuff i say during my rambles about Callie and her arc in Splatoon 2... I get VERY picky when it comes to people using ahem.... certain words when describing the events that took place.

In the Hero vs. Villain Splatfest, she is the only one who is taking it very seriously while everyone else is smiling or expressing anger.

She's using a god damn GAMECUBE CONTROLLER AND A HEADSET! She's literally me oh my god. When i go over for parties and celebrations and someone brings out a Switch and we play Smash Bros or Mario Kart? I take that shit seriously and i can't tone back my skill level and just have fun.

Also Marina is known to have sensitivity to certain food textures including mayo and pulp in orange juice. Now i LOVE mayo personally but i HATEEEE stuff in my drinks. I am a massive texture eater and i will avoid stuff in food that ruins the texture. When i get pumpkin soup for example, if i see vegetable bits in that shit i will actually feel sick and flick the bits off of my spoon.

Marina is also seen stimming and pacing back and forth when excited. When i tend to get overly excited by myself, i will literally violently shake for a brief moment and then squeal. I'm not joking.

Marina also tends to bottle up her emotions and often lashes out onto others when it's too much for her. Which is something i tend to do... I don't often say how i feel when someone asks how am i and i often wanna scream and break something when the anger is just too much for me to contain. I end up yelling by myself and cuss like no tomorrow. I can find solace in a character who does a similar thing i do, minus the cussing lmao.

I think one of the bigger reasons on why i relate to Marina is gonna be a weird one but... She is almost always seen with her headphones. No matter what situation she is in, she always wears her headphones.

Even when she's Marina Agitando and Overlorder has taken over her body, the Controller VM acts like headphones as it covers her ears!

Now this detail about her wearing her headphones almost often might seem minor, but to me it makes me love Marina even more. I always constantly wear headphones and it's due to various different reasons. First is because i love listening to music and enjoying background noise, second, it dampens the sounds around me as i can be pretty sensitive to certain sounds. And third... well... let's just say that i live with a uh.... loud parent who... gets pretty angry, NOT AT ME! THANKFULLY! BUT... when they scream... and swear... i put on my headphones and wait for the noise to go by. It's a comfort thing for me and helps get through those... rough periods... Marina wearing those headphones often and not being judged for it, makes me feel, happy...

...uh... yeah.

ANYWAYS! Another big thing i relate with Marina on is her want for order and balance in her life. She doesn't like massive changes in her routine and wants to maintain the balance in her life.

i do not like it when my routine suddenly changes and i get upset and angry. I have a strict routine and when it gets fucked over oh MAN OH MANNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

And that last point about feeling safe and secure, as i mentioned earlier with the third point about wearing headphones... I wanna feel safe and secure... I want to feel calm... I don't want someone to suddenly shout or get upset or for my routine to change and i can't do anything about it...

The only thing i don't relate with Marina on is well... Looks. Listen, i ain't no tall black octopus woman with a noticeable figure and a pretty face HAHAHAHA! I find it kind of funny that I'm able to relate SO MUCH to someone like her when I'm some 20 year old dude who looks nowhere NEAR like her. Except for maybe height i don't know.

However, i will say, i actually don't act this excited in person, i tend to be very shy and reserved in person compared to my online behaviour. I say words in a dry manner and i don't have the best social skills. So i guess that's where the relatability for Marie comes in as well. I'm a heavy introvert and despite my need for wanting to connect to others, i would rather stay indoors than go out and meet new people to start friendships or potentially a romantic relationship... like that's ever gonna happen anyways...................

I got two brain cells. It's them.

So anyways, that was all i wanted to say! I love Marina and she's my second favourite Idol, you can probably guess who's number 1 but i ain't talking about... her... well not today anyways.

Thanks for reading!!!

The thread that inspired this blog post: https://x.com/_CSenpai_/status/1367219374948376579

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scribblesofagoonerr · 3 months

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— no more money for monkey | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

once again this is based around an anon request for this specific one

thanks to @alotofpockets with her advice with this one!

"Le! Le! I need it!" You do your best to beg and plead, trying to get the blonde to give in to letting you buy the cool new latest obsession that you had.

Remote control cars, but in this case it's now a remote control boat that you just have to have without any question.

Being in the local shopping center makes it seem like the perfect opportunity to do that.

At least you think it did.

"No, Monkey," The blonde dampens your excitement by being a complete buzz-kill.

"Leah, come on! You know it looks sick and I really need to get it!" You whine in protest, trying to get through to the blonde and make it known that this remote control boat is something that you desperately need.

If only it was ever that easy to do.

"You don't need the boat, Monkey," Leah's quick to reply and shake her head, before she continues to look

That's where you and her think differently about things.

"Well, no... But I want it!" Your insistent to get what you want, one way or another.

"Then I'm afraid it's tough luck until next month, Monkey," Leah chuckles and shakes her head, "I gave you your monthly allowance and you blew it just like that, remember?" She questions, amusedly.

You pout and slump your shoulders, "I... I didn't blow it all at once."

"Really?" Leah can't help but scoff and shake her head again, "I seem to recall different when the other day I said 'Here's your allowance for the month, don't blow it all at once' and after the first day, what is it that you said?" The blonde questions you, awaiting the answer.

"Your really gonna make me repeat it?" You question, letting out a huff in annoyance.

Leah smirks and nods, "Yep."

Exhaling a sigh, you scowl at the blonde before you speak, "I blew it all, I'm broke as fuck." You repeat your words in a dull-toned down voice, "But this boat is justified!" You whine.

"And there's your answer to why you have an allowance when you go off and buy pointless things that aren't necessary," Leah mocks you as she pats you on your chin and smiles amusedly, "You get obsessed with it for a week or two and then it's just left aside like usual. Need I remind you of Buddy's first birthday as well, hm?" She asks.

"It weren't that bad. I think it's a bit of an over exaggeration there," You remark grumpily while you keep your shoulders slouched.

"That's where you and I think different, sunshine," Leah states, laughing a bit as she starts to walk off ahead of you in the shopping center you're in.

Of course you remember Buddy's first birthday, that's where it all started.

You just don't think it is that bad, considering you have no concept of money whatsoever these days but unfortunately for you, the blonde defender that you live with seems to think about this practically.

"Le! Le!" You shouted aloud as you did your best to lug a heavy load of shopping bags into the house, "I... I need a hand out here!" You called out to get her attention.

You and Jordan had taken a trip into the local shopping center just a few weeks before Buddy's first birthday, meanwhile Leah was at home with Buddy and of course you took the opportunity to get carried away.

You definitely did want to spoil her a lot!

Leah and Jordan had separated, but of course they were still on civil terms for the sake of Buddy, and you guess yourself to some extent - You still got a long with Jordan, after all you played on the same team as her and of course she was a big part of your life when you first made the move to the club.

"Le! Come 'ere quick, I need help! They're so heavy!" Your were quick enough to shout the blonde for help, not even considering that Buddy could be taking a nap and there was possibility of waking her up...

Oops?

Footsteps were heard padding through as she walked into the hallway and the blonde looked annoyed, "Will you keep your voice down? Buddy's not long gone to sleep," Its' only then she takes one look at the heavy bags and her eyes widen in absolute disbelief, "What the-- Crikey, Monkey. What the hell have you been buying?" She questioned.

It didn't seem like a lot to you, you just kept on picking things up and well, of course Jordan was pretty easy to convince that you did indeed to buy all of it.

"It's presents for Buddy's birthday!" You exclaimed with a beaming wide smile, "I got so many cool things for her!"

"Yeah, yeah, I can see that," Leah furrowed her eyebrows in concern as she moved to help you bring in the rest of the bags as she saw Jordan walk up to the front door now she'd parked the car on the driveway, "Why an earth did you let her get so much?" She questioned, bewildered.

"Eh, I guess the kid got carried away," Jordan chuckled, shrugging her shoulders and not seen the problem behind it, "You know she gets me right away with those puppy dog eyes, Leah. I couldn't say no to her!" She insisted.

"Jord, your the adult here! You could have put your foot down," Leah huffed and shook her head with her ex before she started to help bring in the rest of the bags that were blocking the front door, "Please tell me that this is all of it?" She questioned looking at you.

"Eh, kind off... Well, uh no, there's still quite a bit in the car boot," You admitted quietly, scratching the back of your neck, "But its' all totally justified though!" You added in.

The blonde didn't seem to think about it like that as she clicked her tongue in disapproval, "Tell me you haven't spent all of your money on this?" She asked.

"No, no, not all of it, but like most of it. I got carried away!" You still didn't see the problem with your spending habits, "Wait until you see what I got her!"

"Do I even want to know how much you've spent?" Leah questioned wearily, having a feeling it was a lot either way.

"It weren't even that much," You respond, shrugging your shoulders.

Like you said, you didn't really care about the concept of money much sometimes.

"How much?" Leah repeated, sternly.

"Fine, alright," You slumped your shoulders and resisted the urge to roll your eyes, "It was maybe just a little over £300... Possibly more."

The only way you can really explain the look on the blondes' face is like her eyes were about to come out of the sockets if they could, "£300? Are you joking?!" She asked in disbelief.

You sheepishly nodded and stuck your hands in your jean pockets, "Could be more." You stated.

"Monkey, that is a lot of money to spend on a 1 year old!" Leah told you, shaking her head as she started to take a look through the bags before she looked at Jordan, "Seriously, Jord? You let her spend this much money!"

"It's her money, Le. She can do what she likes with it," Jordan remarked, shrugging her shoulders again, "I'll go and grab the rest of it out of the boot." She made a quick escape back out of the front door to avoid any further words from the blonde.

"See, exactly! It's not every day that my favourite little buddy turns 1 now, is it?" You replied, making the reason for your spending seem justified.

On the other hand, the blonde didn't seem so convinced, "She won't even play with half of this-- This lego set is not even for her!" She exclaimed.

"Oh yeah! No, that one is for me," You beamed a wide smile as you took the box of out the bag, "Look how cool it is though!" You insisted.

"Le, whoa, look!" You were quick to run ahead of Leah, Buddy and Leah's mum in another shopping center a few days later when your quick to spot the exact same pair of trainers in your favourite little buddy's size that replicated your own ones, "They've got the same shoes that I have for Buddy!"

You didn't think that you'd spent nearly enough money like you should have done, but this reason to spend it is at least justified and you loved to spend money.

"Awh, yeah. So they do!" Leah smiled fondly at you in agreement.

"They look adorable," Leahs' mum, Amanda chimed in.

"I just have to get her a pair to match!" Your insistent to want to go into the shop and buy them, much to the disagreement of the blonde who doesn't look entirely convinced about that.

"Don't you think you've already spent enough on her?" Leah questioned knowingly.

"It's her first birthday though, Le!" You were quick to insist, having found that using that excuse had seemed to work wonders the last time.

"No," Leah clicked her tongue in disapproval and shook her head, "Stop using that as an excuse-- I'm not going to give into the puppy dog eyes either, you know I don't fall for them!" She stated, firmly.

Huffing and puffing at the blondes' words, you still tried to convince her otherwise, "Come on, you know they'd look adorable!"

"No, Monkey. You've already spent enough on her! No more!" Leah stood firm on her words, taking a hold of your upper bicep and doing her best to pull you away from the shop, "Come on, we've got other things to buy still."

You didn't agree with that, you didn't see the problem with spending so much on things. What was the harm?

"Please for the love of god, tell me that is not another present you have brought," Leah murmured as she watched you excitedly run back out of the toy shop with a massive bag in tow, that you had disappeared into less than half an hour ago.

"Okay then, it's not another present for Buddy," You parroted the answer as you shyly hid the plastic carrier bag behind your back.

What's the worst that can happen?

"I tried to stop her," Leah's mum, Amanda, stated following you out of the shop, "But you know what she is like sometimes." She joked.

"This is totally justified!" It's your go to excuse, but at least it worked or at least you think it did.

"Are you kidding me right now, Monkey?" Leah asked in absolute disbelief, shaking her head in frustration, "I've already told you that she doesn't need anything else-- Shes' only 1, remember!"

"But Le," You began to tell her.

Leah continued to look at you further annoyed, "I swear if your about to use that excuse one more time-- That's it, I'm confiscating your bank card. I'm cutting you off!" She stated, firmly.

Now it was your turn to look at her in disbelief, "But it's my money though!"

"Yes, but are you spending it wisely? Nope!" Leah snorted in amusement, "Therefor I am taking control of it until you're capable of handling your money better!" She told you in determination.

"That... That's not fair!" You whined in protest.

"Really? Cos' I think it is when you've blown most of your wages on things that aren't necessary!" Leah told you firmly before she held her hand out to you, "Hand it over, please."

"No, I don't like this idea!" Your defiant to agree to willingly give your bank card to Leah, "I'm not giving you my bank card. It's my money!" You objected.

"It is your money but Monkey you're just wasting it when you don't need too," Leah stated, explaining her reasoning for it, "Hand it over." She repeated, firmly.

Still continuing to look at her in disbelief, you fished around in your trouser pocket and begrudgingly handed your bank card to the blonde who wasted no time in putting it in her own purse, "I don't like this."

"You'll get used to it," Leah responded, patting you on the shoulder in condescending type of way.

This only made you scowl at her more, "When can I have it back?" You wondered, curiously.

"I told you, when you can learn to handle money better, but until you do, your bank card is staying with me and you can have an allowance," Leah stated with a proud smirk on her face, "Think of this as a good thing that you will be able to have savings now!" She joked at your own expense.

Spoiler alert, you still have no sense of money whatsoever and therefore, Leah still holds her bank card hostage years later.

#monkey #double the trouble fic #leah williamson x reader #jordan nobbs x reader #woso x reader #chaos fc reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #scribblesofagoonerr #crossover #woso one shot #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal x reader #arsenal women x reader

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strawberri-blonde · 1 year

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Making Up For Lost Time - Neteyam

Praise mother @cinetrix 🧎‍♀️for this creation and let’s all thank @amora16447 for this request of a part 2 or otherwise I really wouldn’t have made a part 2 for swaynivi. Hope you enjoy now sit back and relax and enjoy this 7K read. (Can be read at a stand alone)

Summary: after not seeing each other for a week, Neteyam gifts you with a surprise and makes up for lost time.

Warning: PORNNNN WITH A PLOT BABY. oral (f), fingering, dry humping, grinding, overstimulation , sex and a little fluff ( cause I’m a sucker for a soft Neteyam sue me)

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"The boy moves down your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses lingering. His mouth just hovers over where you need him the most. 'Don't worry, Y/n. Once I'm done with you, you won't be able to move or even think of leaving this place.'"

Feeling Neteyam's hot breath flush against your skin sent excitement to course through your veins. "So pretty, Y/n." Your back arched off the surface of the swaynivi; you still couldn't get over the fact that Neteyam had crafted this beautiful woven nest just for the two of you. With strong hands, Neteyam lifted your slender legs slightly to throw them over his shoulder to better access your mound. Your loincloth was long gone, exposing your glistening heat to his greedy eyes. "Did I do this, Yawne, or was it from Lo'ak?"

The question threw you off, causing your mind to spin with anticipation. Neteyam's lips had yet to meet the place that craved his touch the most, and just when you thought it couldn't get any more frustrating, he mentioned his brother. But then it hit you. Earlier, in an act of revenge for Neteyam's absence from training, Lo'ak drenched both of you with a bucket of water. He tried to sabotage Neteyam's special gift for you, but nothing could dampen the intensity of this moment. As your hands glided over the silky texture of the swaynivi, you couldn't help but yearn for Neteyam's embrace, hoping to convey just how desperate you were becoming.

"It was you, Ma'Teyam." You moaned out, reaching your hands towards his hair as he pressed open-mouth kisses along the inner of your thighs. "Always gonna be you, baby."

The man's eyes shined with excitement, seeing you grow with need. "That's right syulang." He moaned out, then pressed a kiss to the top of your mound, making you squirm, but Neteyam's huge hands slid from your thighs to your hips, keeping you in place on top of the branch-like structure. The sun shined down onto your sweaty bodies, and you could feel the breeze against your blue bodies. "Always gonna be the one making this pussy wet." Finally, his soft lips pressed a kiss onto your velvet skin.

You gasped out, feeling his kiss on your outer lips which turned into a high pitch whine as he licked straight from the small patch of flesh located just under your opening to flatten his tongue against you entirely, licking a form but sensual lick up towards your clit circling the tip of his tongue against it before sucking down onto the little swollen bud. "Praise Ewya, holyshot." Hearing your broken English, Neteyam couldn't help but lose himself in the sounds of your pleasure. It drove him crazy. He moved his hands from your hips to your legs that were still thrown over his shoulder and pinned them to the nest, putting your legs in the butterfly position, stretching you out, allowing him to completely bury himself deep in your cunt.

Your back couldn't help but arch as the pressure from his tongue was almost too much. Feeling his tongue ravishing your heat was an unworldly experience. The soft textured muscle flickered around your clit, continuously. Your hands reached for his braids, needing to touch him. "Neteyam, it's so good." Once you felt the silky soft braids, you clenched around them. Neteyam's amber eyes locked down onto your own. He pulled away from your mound with a kiss, then held onto his blinding smile.

"I've got you, baby girl." His swollen lips caught your attention, and his face was wet, not from Lo'ak's bucket of water this time. Your slick covers him, from his broad nose to his chin. "Making up for lost time," he says.

Your busy schedules have made it challenging to find intimate moments together. You often wake up and go to sleep alone because Neteyam leaves early and comes home late. But the sweet notes and tiny gifts he leaves for you, along with your efforts to ensure he has food, even if it's cold, keep you connected. Packing him goodies baskets with a heart-stitched cloth you made yourself, filled with his favorite fruits and nuts, shows how much you care for him. It's these thoughtful gestures that strengthen your bond.

Without the constant touch of Neteyam's lips and the warmth of his body against yours, your days feel dull and lacking that spark. Waking up without his arms wrapped around you leaves your heart longing for something important. The nights have been lonely as you wait for him in bed, with your limbs yearning for his touch. While spending time with the other clan women helps keep you occupied, they just can't compare to Neteyam. Your nights are filled with dreams of him, and your mind often wanders to the times your lips were locked together.

"Been so long since I've seen my pretty girl’s pussy. Too long." A loud screech-like moan left your mouth as Neteyam sucked down onto your clit, circling your opening with his pointer finger teasing you.

"Nete, please, I'm almost-" Your words were caught in your throat as his tongue dropped, slurping your juices, and moaning against your heat while kneading your soft skin. His tongue poked at your entrance, making Neteyam moan more from your taste. You were better than anything the man had eaten in his life.

The vibrations from his tongue sent goosebumps to litter your skin. Your hips buckled against his face while your eyes rolled in the back of your head, feeling the familiar hot coil forming in the pit of your stomach.

Your body tensed up, making Neteyam quicken his pace thrusting his tongue deeply within you, smothering himself within your wet cunt to the point where his nose nuzzled your swollen bud. "Teyammm." You dragged on, feeling his wide nose add such delicious press into your clit, sending you to orgasm. Your body arched itself off the floor, tensing through your pleasure's haze. Neteyam, however, wasn’t giving up his tongue swirling. He wanted to drink you dry. Seeing your body convulse on his tongue had him pulling away from your sweet cunt with a winning smile but holding such a scary lustful look in his eyes.

"Was that good, Yawne?" Your body still switched here and there as his hands left your legs to rest while he climbed over your sweaty body to kiss your lips.

A tingle spread through your insides as his open-mouth kisses trailed your hot skin. The sensation and his loving touches filled your heart. His mouth lingered on your cheek, quickly kissing your lips, allowing you to get some juice in your mouth. "Ma'Y/n, I need words."

Your hands flew towards his face, pulling him into a kiss, mumbling against him, "So good, Neteyam." Your mouths moved together intensely in unison before he pulled away to kiss along your jaw. "You always make me feel so good." Your voice sounded strained, but neither of you took notice.

"Not recently," Neteyam confessed, his guilty expression causing you to prop yourself up on your elbows. He pulled away momentarily, only to settle himself back into his rightful place between your legs. His eyes met yours, filled with a mix of longing and anticipation.

"Muntxatan," you reached out to caress his wet cheek, making him lean into your touch. "You've been busy-" Neteyam silences your protests with a passionate kiss filled with lust and passion, pushing you back onto the structure. His lips press firmly against yours, and his tongue forcefully enters your mouth, claiming you as his prize. His hands slide down your sides, then slowly begin to tease you. Your body responds to his touch, your heart beating faster as the blood rushes to your cheeks. You try to pull away, but Neteyam holds you in place. You utterly surrendered to him.

"I should never be too busy for you ever." He pulls away to run his hands through your loose hair. "Without you, I'd be nothing, yawne." He kisses you with the same passion as his hands cupped your boobs in his warm grasp, making you crave his touch again. "When was the last time I'd taken care of my girl? I have to make it up to you." You knew he remembered the last time you were intimate, but he wanted to see you squirm for him, and honestly, who were you to deny your handsome husband?

"7 days." This made Neteyam shake his head in disbelief as if he couldn't believe he hadn't been with you intimately for a week.

"7 days." The warrior mumbles, disappointed with himself. "7 days since I've sunk my cock into that warm cunt." Your breath caught in your throat as his lips caressed your jaw, making his way back down your body, leaving you trembling from need. "7 days since I took care of my girl, but don't worry, yawne; I'll make up for lost time."

Truthfully, you had missed the feel of Neteyam's intimate touch; you longed for his skin, lips, caresses, and breath against your neck. You craved how his fingers gently glide up your thighs, teasing you and building anticipation. Just one touch from him sets your body on fire, making your heart flutter joyfully.

"I've missed you, Teyam." You close your eyes as he kisses your hips while his hands gently part your legs, sliding a finger through your folds and sending shivers down your spine.

"Mmm," he hummed, taking his time kissing every tiny part of your skin, making patterns along your blue strips, nearing where you needed him the most. "Well, good thing we now have a place to make up for lost time." Finally, his middle finger circled your opening before sinking into your wet, warm entrance.

You immediately moaned his name, reaching your hand to your face while the other reached for his touch. The muscles in his arms bulged as his arm wrapped itself under your leg to your extended hand, causing some of his hair strains to fall perfectly in front of his face. The way he didn't even have to try and look good always amazed you.

"Keep looking at me." You didn't mean for the words to escape your lips, but it seemed that they had a mind of their own.

Neteyam's eyes are piercing with a desire to yours as your words tumble out of your mouth. He looks into your bright blue eyes and smiles seductively, and his finger pulls out only to add another to stroke your insides softly. His intense and passionate gaze sends a hot flush across your cheeks. You feel your toes curl and hear a slight moan escape your lips, not knowing where it came from. "You want my attention, baby girl?" Neteyam kissed the skin of your mound continuously, the slow and steady pace of his fingers pumping in and out of your sweet pussy. "Didn't have it for a week, so you don't know how to act?" His words had you tighten your grip on his fingers in your wet walls.

"Just so goddamn handsome." You bellowed, watching as he grinned at your compliment and continued looking at you with his intense, smoldering gaze. He slowly lowers himself back to you, his tongue trailing across your velvet lips in a slow, provocative kiss. His lips meet your skin again, his mouth open as his tongue probes its way into your folds.

Neteyam's hands tighten on yours as his fingers begin to scissor inside your vagina, plunging as far back as his fingertips feel the soft sponge within. Your flesh is warm and wet to his touch, tingling his spine.

The sensation had you tilted your head back against the soft surface of the swaynivi. Neteyam sucked hard on your clit, making you jerk your attention back down towards your husband. His eyes pierced towards you, entirely darkened by lust, only allowing the slightest ring of fire to be seen. "Keep looking at me." He took your words out of your mouth. "Just so goddamn sexy."

"Ma'teyam." You moaned out with loud cries, whimpers, and other embarrassing sounds, but Neteyam's fingers pumped into you, and the work of his flicking tongue on your bud was so intense. Your stomach tensed as heat increased within your walls. "Te- Teyam-yam." Your stutter moan fell through your oval-shaped, open expression. Your eyebrows were bunched together, and you looked dazed as you watched him completely devour you. Noticing how close you were, Neteyam made sure not to change his form pace, only perfecting the hits to your g-spot over and over until. "Ne-"A loud squeal cut you short as another orgasm seemed to rush over your entire body like your nerve’s fireworks.

Your blue eyes glossed over, and your hand was interlocked with his. You tried to squirm away, but his stronghold kept you in place to help you work through your high. His lips continued to caress your sensitive, wet skin as he felt that your orgasm had run its course.

Your skin is covered with sweat, and you still have this achy kind of burning sensation within your clit, but it feels good. He made you feel so good. You didn't move as you watched him slowly climb over your flattened body to press kisses against your hot nipples, mended with the heat of his mouth.

"Teyam." You squeal, feeling the sensation, especially since you have just come off your second high for the evening. He chuckled against your skin, sending vibrations against your breast, causing you to gasp breathlessly. "Too sensitive." Neteyam's lips slipped off you with a pop, instantly bringing his eyes back in yours, searching for your attention to check for reassurance.

As you and Neteyam shared a tender moment, he gently sucked off the juices from his fingers before caressing your face. Your eyes, still droopy, revealed the aftermath of your shared intimacy. However, what truly made Neteyam's heart swell was the silly grin that adorned your sweet lips. His love for you was evident as he chuckled, feeling intoxicated by your sweet taste. Neteyam's tender lips pressed against the corners of your lips, his nose playfully nudging against yours. "You still with me, muntxate?" He whispered making you let out soft giggles.

"You make me feel so good." Your voice was a soft, cheeky whisper.

Neteyam kisses you softly, he looks down at you and smiles. His hands caress your arms, and he strokes your hair gently. Neteyam looks into your eyes and gazes at you with love and affection. He then kisses you softly, filling you with passion and desire. This is exactly what you need: his warm, comforting, sensual embrace. He takes your breath away, and you don't want to let him go. You are his, and he is yours.

You feel him nimble on your bottom lip, accidentally grinding his painfully hard cock against your sweaty skin. His loincloth was still on, keeping his dick from springing to action. You moan, feeling the familiar bulge and wanting to see it. "Neteyam," you whimpered against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, and wiggling your hips, trying to feel his clothed cock against your pussy.

Neteyam pulls away from the passionate kiss and trails a couple of soft caresses up your neck and to your ear. "Still not ready to stop?" He slowly rocked his hips back into yours, allowing him to feel that friction. He wanted to rip his loincloth off and fuck into you so bad, but he was on a mission to make up for lost time.

"Neteyam, I want you inside of me so bad." You growl out to your mate. Making him smile down at you, then gently tap your jaw with a finger.

"Relax, and let me explore your body some more." He whispers seductively into your ear, and you shiver as your body responds to his touch and the way his hips rocked against your own.

Neteyam then kisses your neck, slowly down to your chest. As the warm breeze drifts over your skin, he takes a moment to admire your exposed flesh before slowly gliding his lips and tongue across your sensitive skin. He pulls back slightly and meets your gaze, with a smile of satisfaction on his face as he watches you take in the sensation of his touch.

"Gotta be the luckiest warrior ever to have you be my mate, Y/n. So pretty." His praises did more work, riling you back up more than you expected. But Neteyam's words always made you feel incredible.

"Oh, Teyam." Your breaths come in quick, like shallow gasps as his lips explore your body more intimately. His tongue teases over your breasts, and his lips gently nibble your skin. He slowly sucks on your sensitive spots, caressing your body with firm yet gentle hands. He takes his time, thoroughly enjoying every inch of your beautiful body as he moves slowly down your curves. His kisses get hungrier, more passionate.

"Oh my," you gasped as his tongue licked up from the bottom of your breast to latch himself onto your left nipple. The most sensitive one. Exotic sounds or some form of Neteyam's name was all you could muster out from the pleasure, then to add fire to the fiery, his cock was grinding in all the right spots on your very sensitive mound.

"Teyam, please." He moaned against you, sending shockwaves through your body toward your heat, which paralyzed you due to the sensation. "Cock-" words choked from your lips as his thrust became quicker, harder.

Neteyam was fighting so hard not to cum as he looked up at you with your eyes rolled in the back of your head with your teeth biting your now swollen lips. His hand flew towards your hips and started to add more grinding force feeling a little precum cover the inside of his loincloth while the exterior was all soaked due to your wet pussy. She was swollen and sensitive but greedy after not having her man for so long, willing to take anything Neteyam was doing to her, especially if that meant coming again.

Between his tongue latching into your nip, flickering in a fast motion, and his dick gliding against your clit, darkness covered your vision as fire spread through you. Every nerve in your body tingles with pleasure, sending goosebumps down from another high. Neteyam slammed his hips against yours abruptly stalling his motions to keep himself from coming, almost like he was punishing himself from pleasure.

His lips pulled away from you. "Good girl, yawne. You did amazing for me. Can't get over how blessed I am." He whispers sweet praises, staring down at your closed eyes, just waiting to get a glimpse of those blue eyes.

As he tenderly brushed away the strands of hair from your face, a mix of sweat and anticipation filled the air. You slowly opened your eyes with a mischievous grin, meeting his gaze. Blushing, your body still tingling from his touch, you couldn't help but playfully tease him. "I should be saying 'blessed,'" you chuckled, leaning closer. Gently kissing his lips, you whispered seductively, "If you were a god, I would definitely be worshiping you right now."

Neteyam grins and gently places his fingers on your chin, lifting it so you are forced to look back at him. He brings his face closer, and his lips meet yours again in a fierce and passionate kiss. There is no holding back; all there is desire and pure want. You can taste his lust as it flows over your tongue. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest as it thuds against yours. You are drowning in his touch, your body trembling with pleasure.

Your mound felt sore, but your walls ached for a different reason. They needed him; more specifically, they needed the girth between his legs, which always seemed to ease the pain. "Neteyam." Hearing you mumble his name against his lips, the warrior pulled away to stare back into your ocean eyes.

"Yes, Yawne?" Neteyam asks, his eyes filled with desire as he watches your lips move against his. You want him. You need him. Your voice sounds distant as if it's coming from another place, another time. You can feel your body wanting him and your heart needing him. You are lost, lost in Neteyam and his touch.

"I want your cock." Seeing the mischievous sprinkle in his eyes, you couldn't stop rambling. "Like I want your cock Teyam. I've been such a good girl, haven't I been? Just like…" You're a mess from his touch and couldn’t get enough of him. "Just fuck me already."

Neteyam let a cursed moan escape his lips upon hearing those sinful words. Your words instantly flush his face with passion, and he bites his lips in an attempt to hold back his emotions. "You've been so good, baby. My perfect girl." He looks down at you momentarily before leaning down and kissing you passionately, running his fingers through your long hair. Your hands ran down his back until they reached over towards his loincloths, loosing it for him, making him chuckle into the heated kiss. "Wanted to make it up for you, yawne." If you weren't so fucked out, you would swoon over his words, but you felt almost animalistic for this man.

Your sweaty hands yanked onto the material, clawing at his skin, until you pulled it down the curve of his toned ass. Before Neteyam could process, he felt your tiny hand palm at his butt, then felt your right hand grip the base of his tail immediately, causing him to thrust into you. "Didn't know you wanted it that bad, Y/n?" You let out a playful whine, causing him to chuckle, and you couldn't help but join in, laughing along with him.

"Neteyam, please stop making me beg." Your mate's eyes widen, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pulling away from your body to sit on the back of his legs. Your eyes instantly trailed down his handsome face to reach his broad shoulders. Your eyes trailed down his sculpted chest to his toned abs, taking him in and making your mouth water. However, as your eyes followed down his lean build, you stopped once you landed on his still-covered cock.

The navy-blue material hung loose off his erect penis. And the way it seemed to drape over the considerable bulge had your hands squeezing from anticipation. Your mouth watering just thinking of it. Neteyam couldn't help but let a smirk appear as he looked at your hungry gaze. "If you stare any longer, you'll burn a hole through the fabric."

You wiggle your hips while reaching toward the cloth. "What if I wanted that to happen." You grabbed onto the silk material, slowly pulling it away, and watched with widened eyes. Once the material left his member, his dick bounced in the air, practically screaming for attention. "Oh, Eywa."

His once soft purplish/pink tip is now a hot pink, and the blue base of his cock looked rock solid with veins running along the length. It looks so painfully that you swear you can see the veins pulsing even from your position with your back on the floor of the swaynivi. "Neteyam, I need it."

Your hand reached out to grab his swollen tip seeing his pre-cum glisten in the sunshine. As your fingertips barely graze the skin, Neteyam gently pushed you away from him, taking himself in hand to slip his coated tip against your sensitive cunt. Your legs squirmed at the sensation, and your hands flew to your face.

"Does this feel good, my pretty girl?" He lays his neglected throbbing cock between your folds, rolling his hip at an experimental pace causing whimpers to escape both of your mouths.

"Neteyam." You could only muster out his name as he found his rhythm between your velvet lips. Your slick covered his member, making it easy for him to slide up and down onto your clit. You were so sensitive that your body started shaking from the pleasure.

The way your breast jiggled with his thrust Neteyam was losing his composure. One hand left your hip to guide the tip of his cock towards your gaping hole, sinking just his tip in before pulling back to run it back to your bud. "Put it in." You whined, feeling his tip tease you back and forth. Neteyam fused his nonexistent eyebrows, causing a crinkle on the top of his nose. He was concentrating.

Neteyam slapped his tip against your bud again, having you arch off the floor. "Yawne, I think you can give me one more, then I'll stuff you full to the rim." Immediately you groaned in despair, anger, and pleasure all in one. "Oh, don't be like that after I've given you three orgasms, my flower." Your arms felt shaky as you tried to sit up, but Neteyam immediately shut that down by placing a hand on your chest. He knew you were getting antsy and loved every frustrated groan leaving your lips. "Just one more, yawne, and I promise you'll have me. I just need you to cum again for me, baby girl." Meanwhile, this is happening. Neteyam never stopped running his tip through and over your folds.

Your body jerked and spasmed as his hips rotated into you, hitting all the right angles against your sensitive area. Your eyes closed, taking in the pleasure of his hard cock humping against your clit, creating delicious friction. "So pretty Yawne." Your heart pounds in your chest as it doesn't take long for you to feel that hot tension within you again for the fourth time tonight.

Hearing those sweet moans escape your lips, Neteyam's senses were overrun with desire. The way your soft wet skin felt against his member had him leaking pre-cum all over your sweet folds. With the amount of slick forming from you both, you could feel it drip down your cheeks to pool around your tail to leak in the smooth structure of the hand-crafted nest. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hand slipped towards your breast fumbling them in his hand while thrusting his tip over your swollen clit.

Your curses mixed with his name echoed through the air as your body reacted to the intense build-up within you. With a sudden jolt, your vivid blue eyes burst open, locking onto Neteyam's captivating presence. His braids danced before his face, while the glistening sweat on his body created a halo of sunlight, casting him in a godly light. And oh, those eyes of his, dark and primal, seemed to pierce your very soul. He looked absolutely irresistible, and the sight of him pushed you beyond the edge of control. It was a moment of raw desire and primal attraction.

"Teyam." You manage to moan out, feeling the intensity of the orgasm wash over you and blur your vision. Your skin felt like it was on fire. There was a buildup of tension in your abdomen that arches your back and curls your toes, almost like a clenching feeling.

Without warning, Neteyam trailed the tip of his cock down from your clit, to your opening, ramming himself in your warm and wet hole. A broken loud moan escaped your lips, causing birds to fly out of the enormous tree.

“Fucking shit," Neteyam moaned and grabbed your legs to wrap them around his waist, wasting no time jackhammering inside your overstimulated clenched walls. You were unbelievably tight, squeezing his member as you were settling from your high, but the way Neteyam positioned your hips, lifting them up to meet his thrust, your eyes rolled in the back of your head from the sensation.

Neteyam was completely lost in you, his murmurs filled with the sheer pleasure of your touch. By denying himself earlier, he had built up an exquisite anticipation that only intensified the ecstasy between you. It was as if the very essence of your connection ignited a passionate fire, reminiscent of the heat that consumes both of you.

Your gummy walls bared down onto him, suffocating his thick cock, but that only made his thrust harder, more profound. His hips were mercilessly pounding into you, hitting your cervix, making your mouth widen as if a scream was sprouting from your lungs, but your body had completely shut down with pleasure. Between the multiple orgasms and how Neteyam continued to make you feel, your body took over, letting your mind fall back a little.

Seeing your closed eyes and open mouth, Neteyam immediately leaned down, not stopping his pace to cover your mouth with his in a heated kiss. Your body instantly responded as your swollen lips mended with your mates. Neteyam grunted and groaned into your mouth, making you pant out.

"My pretty girl." The warrior moaned against your lips, pulling away with a nimble to your bottom lip, then rested his forehead against yours, looking down at you as he bent your legs into your chest wall, also widening your thighs, giving him more leverage to the warm tight center. Your hands flew to his back surly, leaving scratch marks on his beautiful blue skin. "Pussy's always so tight." Your mind was fog, only taking in his praises, not having the energy to respond, feeling the tender, incredible sensation of his cock thrusting into you, hitting all your sensitive spots. "I love this pussy. I love you." his hand flew toward your nipple, pinching the skin and making your vocal cords come alive. Your throat hurt from your screams of pleasure, but it didn't matter as your body started to convulse.

Neteyam bit his lip, trying to contain his pathetic whimpers, but they were no match to the feeling of you clenching down on his cock. He knew you were close, and even more embarrassingly, Neteyam felt like he was going to cum soon too. His lips sloppily kissed over the skin as his nimble fingers twirled the soft bundle of nerves of your nipple in his grasp, which caused you to clench around him while holding onto his body for dear life. "Nete-" you manage to squeal as you reach another orgasm.

"Fuck, baby, I'm-” Neteyam’s thrusts became sloppy as his own orgasm reached its highest peak chasing after yours. His face scrunched together, and his hands left your nipples to place them on the flooring beside your head, locking you in his embrace. Pants escaped his lips as his seed painted by your walls, claiming you to him.

Your body ached, but it was a good pain. You didn't move your arms from around him as you attempted to catch your breath. Neteyam felt your shaky body against his and pressed kisses along your face before grabbing his queue to bring it over his shoulder. He needed to feel your emotions to be one with you. "Muntxate." His words vibrated against your cheek, but your mind was still dazed over from the constant highs. "Tsaheylu?" Without saying anything, you reached for your long braid, but Neteyam stopped you with a kiss to grab it for you.

"Need to be one with you." You didn't need him to explain himself. You never needed him to explain himself when it came to Tsaheylu.

"Please.” You watched in awe as Neteyam skillfully brought the ends of the braids together, and the swirling pink tendrils eagerly intertwined as if they were longing for connection.

Once, the nerve endings met frantically intertwined with one another. Neteyam's eyes rolled in the back of his head as he felt the hot, tiresome tension within his soul. He could feel the pleasure pumping through your veins and the amount of love radiating between you. He couldn't help bucking his hips into your warm, used hole.

Your body tingles with sensations as the adrenaline still rushes through your blood. You feel closer to Neteyam than before, as the intimate moment has strengthened your bond. You feel deeply grateful for his affection and want to be close to him physically and emotionally.

"My good girl." Neteyam began to praise you as his mind swirled with your emotions being consumed with you entirely. Even with sweat covering your entire body, you still manage to smell like the sweetest flower, and let's not forget the whimpers escaping your lips, it all had him runt into your unmercifully. You were so tired that you couldn't do anything but cling to him, letting him use you to his demise. Your pussy felt raw as his hips slammed into yours repeatedly but curse him for hitting all the right spots. "You're so tight. How are you still tight." You had no idea because your hole felt stretched from his size.

It seemed that the longer he was inside you, the more he grew despite just coming minutes earlier. Feeling him through the bond and how good you made him feel, your legs shook, making Neteyam swiftly lay your left leg down, and while he was still buried so deep inside you, he lifted your right leg over his body to flip you on your side.

You thought you could've come again from the way his dick twisted inside of your guts, and his sounds alone have you squeezing around him letting out a whine that ended with a hiss from the stinging of your sensitive mound. "Teyam." You moaned out as he settled behind you, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere on your skin. The forest air was hot, and the moment's intensity didn't help the tension, making your bodies feel like they were on fire.

His lower hand was behind your back, helping him lean over you slightly, causing you to position yourself more on your stomach but still mainly on your side. His right hand lifted your leg towards your stomach, resting it there for a moment but finding that it caused his thrusts to become sloppy. So Neteyam grabbed onto your hip, adding a few more forceful thrusts to make up for the fact that he was going to cum again soon.

Your walls squeezed around his cock as his hand slipped from your waist towards your breast. Your body shook as your whole body tensed, including your pulsing walls. Neteyam spewed praises out his mouth as he spilled himself inside with a loud moan. “Fuck, Y/n.” Feeling Neteyam fill your hole and the pleasure he was experiencing through Tsaheylu immediately transferred through every fiber of your soul. “So fucking good.” Your vision blackened, and your body collapsed against the floor of the swaynivi as you both let the high course through your bodies.

Neteyam could feel the exhaustion from your body, so he pressed kisses to the back of your head, feeling himself soften inside your warm embrace. Slowly he pulled out of you, instantly causing you to whine, feeling so empty. "Shh yawne." Your mate hummed as he helped you onto your back, making you feel the combined juices spill from your opening, running down towards your butt towards your tail. “We made such a mess.”

You couldn’t even hum out a response from how tired you were. Neteyam had put your body through a workout, making you have multiple orgasms within one night, and you loved every second of it. Your eyelids were heavy, allowing you to open them for a split second before closing them again. “You tired, baby?” Neteyam didn’t have to ask. He could feel how exhausted you were through the bond, and he didn’t know if he was proud of himself or hated that he made you like this.

His worry and pride enveloped you, prompting your eyes to flutter open, curiosity guiding your gaze towards him. "You took such good care of me," you whispered, confessing your gratitude. Neteyam's face lit up with a radiant grin, his hand reaching out to grasp yours. Leaning down, he tenderly pressed a kiss to your damp forehead, a gesture filled with love and affection.

“You deserve the best, yawne, but stay awake for a little while longer. Let me clean you up and feed you.” Your eyes dropped again, satisfied with his answer, and you felt him move away from you causing the swaynivi to sway from the movement. His hands caressed your smooth skin as he pulled himself back towards your messy heat. “Poor girl took so much. Let me clean you up.” You couldn’t process his words, still a little cockdrunk and overwhelmed from the constant stimulation that you didn’t notice him setting himself between your legs. Your mind was in a haze until you let a clear lick at your folds.

Your body jerked from the motion, clearly still sensitive over the multiple orgasms, but Neteyam’s hands gripped your hips, keeping you in place. “Nete too sensitive.” You whined out as he continued to lick you clean of the mix of juices.

“Last time yawne, just cleaning my girl up, that’s all.” If you weren’t so fucked out, you could hear the malicious tone in his voice.

He buried himself deep within your cunt, swirling his tip over your opening and dropping his tongue to your butthole, collecting the juices, and making you reach your hand down to push him away, but Neteyam was strong. Your delicate hands pawing at his scalp did nothing but make him quicken his pace lapping up the combined taste of the two of you, and he couldn’t help but moan. You taste amazing together.

Having him moan around your mound sent chills down your spine. “Neteyam, I can’t.” Your eyes couldn’t even open from the sensation of his tongue swirling around your opening to flickering your clit. “Please, I’m too sensitive.”

Your hand reaches down your queue to grasp the connecting point of your bond, squeezing down as a silent scream sprung from your lips. His lips sucked down on your entire mound like he was a starved animal. “Teyam.” You barely managed to mumble out his name as his tongue lapped you up as your last high washed over you for the night.

Neteyam gave your velvet lips one final, tender kiss before reaching for the long-forgotten fruit basket he had prepared just for you. It was his way of reciprocating the thoughtful goodie baskets you had been making for him during his busy week. As he reached for the basket, a wave of euphoria washed over your body, rendering you momentarily immobility. Sensing your need, Neteyam swiftly grabbed the water poof leaf-canteen and opened the top to quench your thirst. His large hands lovingly caressed your flushed face, his silly smile and crinkled eyes showing his affection.

“Yawne, I’m so sorry did I go too rough? Just wanted to make up for lost time,” Neteyam apologized. He definitely succeeded in bringing you to new heights of pleasure. Skillfully, his fingers moved from behind your head to your neck, providing a comforting embrace after a passionate night. "Open your mouth," he softly instructed, catching your attention. As you slowly opened your eyes, you felt the smooth texture of the canteen and the refreshing coldness of the water.

Once your dark vision met the lightness of the sky, nothing could compare to the first gaze of those amber eyes you loved so dearly. “There’s my girl.” You clenched your legs together; from the throbbing pain of the your vagina; and his praises didn’t help.

The cool breeze from Pandora brushed against your glistening skin as the water quenched your parched throat. A contented moan escaped your lips, instantly revitalizing your body. Neteyam's worries melted away as he saw your consciousness returning. "Y/n, my love, you were incredible for me," he expressed with admiration. As you finished drinking, you returned the water to Neteyam, who placed it back in a basket resembling the ones you made for him. The heartfelt gesture filled your heart with warmth.

Neteyam gently slid the woven basket closer, offering you some berries. "Eat it," he murmured softly. Without hesitation, you found the strength to chew on the sweet fruit, earning a tender kiss on your forehead from Neteyam. "You're doing so well, yawne.” You hummed, savoring his touch, you closed your eyes, needing a rest after your passionate encounter. "But you never answered my question?" he reminded, curious for your response.

You hummed, nodding your head, but Neteyam wasn't satisfied. He wanted to make sure you were okay and investigate your face. He gently held your chin, turning your head to meet his gaze. Your eyes were soft, your breathing still rapid from the intense release, but they also had a twinkle in them. "Was it too much for you, baby girl?" he whispered softly, concerned for your well-being.

Your heart fills with love and affection for Neteyam as you know he deeply cares for you. Looking into his eyes, you see the same contentment, satisfaction, and peace reflected back at you. You gently take his hand and bring it to your lips with a smile, showering kisses along his skin. "Neteyam, it was incredible. You are truly amazing," you cooed, causing the warrior to blush. "I mean every word," you whispered, feeling your eyes betray you as exhaustion washed over your body. "Not only did you create this beautiful swaynivi for me, but you also gave me multiple mind-blowing orgasms. And now you're feeding me as I fall asleep." Neteyam chuckled and planted a kiss on your unruly hair, cherishing the moment.

"It was actually 7 times," he whispered, making your heart race, realizing how much pleasure Neteyam had brought you. Your body was exhausted, and though you wanted to speak, you found comfort in snuggling closer to him, drifting off to sleep to the sound of Neteyam's murmurs. "Just wanted to make up for lost time," he whispered, his words lulling you into a peaceful slumber.'?

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The toji eating out reader was HELLA good😍 maybe you could do one for gojo? Please?

EAT IT TILL I FAINT! | satoru gojo

☆ — pairing: satoru gojo x black!chubby!fem!reader

☆ — contents: nsfw, oral (f receiving), pussyeater!gojo, daddy kink, blindfold, dirty talking, overstimulation, dumbification, squirting, fingering, multiple orgasms, face-sitting, just the usual filth

☆ — notes: reader is female and she is black. i wrote this with a black reader in mind. reader's pronouns are she/her. this shit is gonna be like a water park so get your floaties ready. title came from megan thee stallion's "eat it" which i was listening to while writing this lmao

You and Satoru had been dating for several months before he wanted to officially make you his girlfriend. The chemistry you two had was strong and Satoru knew you were the one for him. You were a gorgeous woman, a thick and chubby one at that, and you didn't shy away from wearing clothes that would show off your figure. Satoru liked to see you in body hugging dresses, specifically short ones to show off your thighs, and in denim shorts that had the roundness of your ass looking phenomenal. He couldn't resist the temptation of squeezing your ass or groping your thighs whenever you two are out in public or even at home.

While you and Satoru had already had sex around a month into dating, one thing that Satoru hadn't done for you was eat you out. He wanted for you to experience it, however you would decline his efforts and just get him to finger you instead. So when one night after you came out of the shower fresh and clean, ready to go to bed, he popped with the question.

"Why won't you let me eat your pussy?"

You visibly flinched when he asked, but answered anyways, "Because I just don't want for you to do that Satoru."

He moved from laying down on his stomach to kneeling on the bed. Satoru's hands rest on your knees when he pushes his body between your plump thighs and then blurts out, "Have you ever had your pussy eaten out before?" His piercing ocean blue eyes locked on your deep brown ones.

Your eyes look away from his stare, and like a child cornered by their parent you whisper, "Well... no... but-"

Satoru abruptly interjects you from continuing, sassily sucking his teeth, "Tch. You can't just tell me 'no' because you've never had your pussy ate before, baby. You gotta try new things to see if you'll like it instead of outright saying 'no'."

You were about to argue with him, but Satoru stuns you by pressing his lips to yours. You could taste the faint linger of candied oranges on his lips. It was a reflex for you to kiss him back, parting your pillowy lips and curl your fingers to the undercut. He mutters a husky, "fuck" before he's ravishing your mouth. Your boyfriend's tongue slid into your mouth and began to explore your cavern with vivid familiarity.

In the midst of a break, when your lips are away from each other and you are just gasping the other's air, you breathily asked, "Satoru what are you doing?"

He briefly pecks your lips after you asked the question. Then he answers panting, "I'm, ha, going to show you how it feels." Satoru kisses your plump lips chastely and then reaches his hand in between your fleshy things.

His fingers stroke your puffy folds through the thin layer of panties you're wearing. There's a wetness forming underneath the fabric and Satoru feels his cock straining in his pants. You get excited so easy, from things as simple as a kiss from him. He runs his fingers up and down your dampening cunt listening to you let out soft gasps and sweet moans. You grind your hips towards his hand as you pull him in closer for a deeper kiss. Satoru hooks his fingers on your panties and pulls them to the side, anchoring the string on the cleft of your fat pussy. The cold air that blows on your slick pussy causes you to shudder and hiss from it.

"Satoruuuu... fuck...." you moan out.

The white-haired man puts two fingers inside of your tight pussy at once and it stings from the stretch of it. You whimper on your lover's lips when his slender digits rapidly pump your entrance. Satoru's teeth gnaws on your bottom lip, then tugs on the plump appendage until he lets go of it wetly. He looks into your glossy brown eyes as he fucks his fingers, curling them upwards and stimulating your sweet spot with them.

A gasp is pulled out of you when you feel the tips of them touching your spot. You vigorously roll your hips forward to his fingers and toss your head back as you whine out his name. "Satoruuu.. baby you're gonna make me- c-cum!" Your toes curl on the bed, and your legs begin to tremble as he speeds up and savagely stimulates your sweet spot. You threw your head forward and look down at his two slender fingers, disappearing and reappearing into your heat. Your stomach tightens into a knot as you watch the action go. Satoru's forehead presses against yours as his ocean blue eyes stare at your erotic pleasure-filed faces. He pushes his fingers in deeper, doesn't move them but instead wiggles it against your sweet spot. His thumb flicking at your clit when he does so. At these actions, you frantically kick your legs onto the bed and whimper hysterically, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Satoru! Sato-Satoruuuu!" You let out a scream when you cum all over his fingers. Your cunt spasms around them and slick covers the long pale digits.

"Mhm, mhm, that's a good girl." Satoru plants a gentle kiss to your sweet lips. He murmurs approvingly, "That's a good girl." He pecks your lips again then he asks, "Now would you let me have a taste?"

You release a shaky breath, but you nod your head to his request. "It was how you found your body positioned over Satoru's face. Your pussy above his mouth, and he was laying there on his back just waiting for you to sit down on his lips. His large gentle hands were stroking your hips as you were still uncomfortable with doing something like this to Satoru.

He could sense your hesitation, which is the reason he asked, "Are you okay baby?"

You shake your head and your thighs quiver. You reply to him, "I'm scared I might suffocate you Satoru."

"Tch, baby you won't hurt me. Listen... if you turn out to like it a lot, you can ride my face." He rests a hand on your thick thigh, caressing your smooth skin in circles. Satoru watches as your eyes shift over to the nightstand where his blindfold is at then look down at him. "What's wrong pretty girl?"

You don't respond to him; you lean over and reach to grab his blindfold and play with it in your hand. Your brown eyes glance at his, every second before you finally gave in.

"I want for you to wear this, w-while I'm doing it... please?" The last word comes out in a squeak, and Satoru finds it adorable.

He affectionately smiles as he carefully takes the blindfold out from your grasp and puts it around his head. His sight is immediately black, and he couldn't see you anymore, though he could feel you still hovering above him. The taste of your pussy is just inches away from his lips. Satoru swallows in anticipation of it, and licks his suddenly dry lips with his tongue. The tightness in his pants is painful, though not as painful as waiting for you to sit on his face.

You inhale sharply, then exhale. "Okay," you mutter to yourself, "I'm about to lower myself down o-on your mouth Satoru." You shut your eyes and look up at the ceiling as you slowly drop your pussy down onto your boyfriend's mouth. "J-Just please b-be gentle- hm!" You jolt when you feel his tongue lap at your slit languidly. "Satoru, ha, be gentle, please!"

Satoru's hands firmly grasp your round ass and yank you closer to his mouth. The first swipe of his tongue tasting your delicious nectar drove him insane. He was sucking on your fat folds, and rubbing them together with his lips. He lets them go with a wet smack before repeating the action again and again, until your slick is drenching his lips. Your back arches forward and your hand reaches down in between your thighs to tug on Satoru's hair.

"Ahh! Satoru, fuck! Oh my god!" You cry out and look down at the blindfolded male in a sensual awe, "W-What are you do-ING!" You squeak when he slithers his tongue inside of your heat and was wiggling the appendage around. You choke on a moan, clenching your pussy around his tongue as your slick covered his reddened face. "Satoru! Oh, Satoruu!"

He gave your ass a hard smack while he fucked his tongue inside of your gummy walls. Your body twitches upon hearing the "mwahs" of Satoru kissing your pussy, and the sounds of his spitting on it before he eats you out like you were his last meal. Your mouth goes slack and you tighten your grip in his hair. "D-Daddyyyy!" You whine out, rocking your hips against his tongue. "Daddy you're gonna make me cum again! Hm!"

Satoru slid his tongue into your entrance and moved his face close enough for his nose to be rubbing against your clit. He shook his head side to side and the intense wriggling of his head brought you to your next orgasm. Your stomach felt tight for a moment until you released all over Satoru's handsome face. Your essence squirting out in a stream and dampening the blindfold he was wearing. You were writhing throughout it, and wailing out his name in high-pitched moans.

"Satoru! Satoru! Satoru!"

"Hah.. hah.. oh fuck, god you taste so good baby." He compliments, then reaches his hand up to pull the blindfold off of his eyes. You looked down and observed his current state. He was panting heavily underneath you; his white hair sticking to his forehead and a thin sheen of your slick covering half of his face. You wanted to cum again by the erotic sight of him. "Think you can go a few more times?" His mouth kisses you tenderly on your inner thigh. "Mwah, can you give me some more baby?"

"Yes daddy, fuck daddy, can I-" You wanted to ask if you could sit on his face again, but you got shy.

Satoru licks your brown skin and gingerly kisses it. "Hmm... you don't have to ask to take a seat baby. Just go ahead and sit down." He lays his head down on the pillow whilst his hands are caressing your fleshy thighs. He rasps, "Sit on daddy's face baby."

You couldn't explain why that unlocked something within you. All you could do was grasp Satoru by his hair and promptly sit your pussy down on his face. Your dazed eyes looking into his own as he was devouring your pussy nastily. You whimpered when his mouth was sucking on your clit and alternating with quick flickers of his tongue. A gasp shoots through your mouth, and you bite down on your bottom lip still maintaining the eye contact. Satoru hums against your throbbing nub, wrapping his arms over you thighs and narrowing his blue orbs up at you.

Your hips gently rock forward and you desperately mewl, "Daddy your t-tongue! Fuck, keep doing w-what you're doing with it!" You squeal when you feel his fingers suddenly slide into your entrance and pump fervidly in your slick walls. A strangled noise comes out of you, and you let go of his hair to lean over the headboard and twist your hips agitatedly. "Hm! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuCK!" you feel the room shatter as your pussy spasms around his fingers. You cover your mouth with your hand as tears fall down your cheeks and you squirt all over Satoru's face again. "Hmm! Hm! Mm!"

Satoru presses his fingers flat against your sweet spot, and the action causes you to hiss and snarl at him. "Fuuuck! Oh fuck Daddy you're so fucking good for me!" Your voice then breaks down into a whimper, "Pl-Please don't fucking stop!" You go on to ramble about how good he is, and not to stop while he pushes your body off of him and lays you gently on your back.

"Oh, please Daddy, fuck," You babble, your legs trembling and shaky hands wrapping around Satoru's broad shoulders as you lower him down for a filthy, tongue kiss. He is just as drunk off of you as you are him. The kiss is literally just his tongue lazily lapping at yours breathing in your oxygen. Soft moans passing in between quick breaths.

His hand goes in between your thighs and he draws quick circles on your puffy clit. You squeeze one eye shut, and arch your back while squirming and whimpering. Your chubby wet pussy is so obnoxiously loud with the noises it makes. The squelches are raunchy.

Satoru is speaking in a rushed, soft tone as he rubs on your clit. "It feels good when I eat it yeah?" You nod your head and hum in approval. "I know it feels good baby." Satoru kisses you intensely before plucking his lips away. "Now lay back beautiful... Daddy's not done with his dessert."

You lay down on your back, and Satoru asks for you to hold your legs up to your shoulders. Your knees are pressed against your chest and his head is in between your thighs. You wiggle your hips towards his mouth, biting down on the corner of your lip as you do so. Satoru smirks at your newfound interest. He spreads your puffy folds apart and sticks out his long pink tongue. You arch your back up from the bed, and your toes curl when his appendage slithers into your slick abused walls with little resistance. You could see stars in your vision and your brown eyes go cross as you're fucked into another state of ecstasy.

"Haahhhhh~ Sato- ruuuuu~" You coo out.

He goes to town on your swollen cunt. Satoru's tongue is like magic as it works its way back and forth in your gummy hole. You're babbling out words, "Yes Daddy," "Don't stop," "Oh god," and letting out cute little squeaks. He slides his tongue out after collecting some of your cum on it then spits it back onto your throbbing clit. He slurps on your hardened nub along with putting three fingers into your heat. He dives them inside and curls them upwards against your sweet spot.

Satoru grinds his erection against the bed, humping it while he eats you out. A low moan courses through his mouth at the friction he receives. The white-haired male's eyes roll into the back of his head as he jerks his hips forward and promptly cums inside of his pants. He feels his hot cum drench his underwear and smearing inside of it. After he cums, Satoru moans onto your nub. He pops his glossy lips off of your clit. His fingers quicken their speed.

"That's a good girl baby, good fucking girl. I'm gonna spell my name on this nice sweet pussy. Hmm, fuck, I don't think I can get enough of it."

Your stomach tightens up, and another crash of lightning overwhelms you. Satoru howls, "Yes baby! Yes baby! Give it to me! Give it to me!" Your body violently trembles on the bed when you squirt for him one last time. He laps up the streams that you put out with his tongue. Satoru, then, suckles on your drooping wet folds, giving them twirls of his tongue and gentle nibbles of his teeth. "So good." His tender lips kiss your clit then goes to suckle on the overly sensitive nub. Satoru lets out heavy pants after sucking on your clit until he's diving his head back on it for more.

"Ugh, ahh, D-Daddy... fuck, hell Daddy... too much! T-Too muc-AHHH!!" You're startled when you briefly go through a dry spell of an orgasm and your cunt spasms.

Satoru finally releases his mouth from your pussy and he backs his head away from it to assess the damage. Damn your pussy looked fucked out. Your folds were glistening from your cum, and Satoru's spit. Your hole was fluttering as it was softening up from the torment he put it through. Then your clit was perky and swollen from him sucking on it like a straw.

Your boyfriend lifted his head up to you, his pretty brown and chubby girlfriend, then crawls on top of your body. He kisses you sweetly on your lips, letting you have another taste of your own cum. You lazily return the kiss, and let your legs go limp at his sides. Satoru swallows down your soft pleasured sighs. His right hand grope at your fleshy waist and left one rubs on your round breast. His index and thumb pinching at your nipple.

"Thank you, mwah, baby for giving me a chance." Satoru then looks you in the eye, "That didn't feel too bad now did it?"

You shake your head, smiling contently, "N-No... it felt really good. I-I didn't know I was going to like it that m-much."

He chuckles and lightly squeezes your breast, "Next time, now you know not to say 'no' to something you haven't experienced yet. Silly." He playfully flicks your nose and lovingly pecks the pout that shows on your lips. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. You're just too cute baby."

"You are r-right though... hmph... can we take a clean up Da- Satoru?" You almost let the term you called him earlier slip out.

Satoru grins and pretends he didn't caught on to that, but agrees to your request. "Yes we can clean up baby."

☆ — notes: ....i think i just came while writing this.... lmk what you think of this. reblog pls!

#satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo x black reader #gojo x black y/n #gojo x chubby reader #satoru x black reader #satoru x chubby reader #gojo x reader

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xbellaxcarolinax · 1 year

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CARO LISTEN I'M THINKING ABOUT MIGUEL OK???

4. “Use your words.”

I have thots but I'm not gonna say them I wanna see what your beautiful brain creates. So excited for you and congrats again on 2k you deserve all the followers and MORE

Beg

Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Summary: Miguel loves to hear you beg.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Language, smut (obvs) p in v, cream pie, edging? Miguel being kinda mean.

Okay, pure smut for Mel! Thanks for participating and hope you like it <3

MDNI.

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Miguel was a cruel lover.

He had this power over you, bringing you to the very height of pleasure, only to viciously rip it away from you.

Here’s the thing: Miguel loved to hear you beg.

He loved hearing the panic in your tone, the sheer desperation at losing a delicious orgasm because he had deemed it so. He loved the gravel in your voice when you sobbed in frustration, hissing out his name alongside a string of curses (your favorite one was fuck you, Miguel, to which he’d happily oblige, spearing you mercilessly). It was too much. It was always too much, whether you were bouncing on his cock like a champ or squirming under him, forced to take every agonizing inch of him.

Miguel had you bent over his desk this time, a hand pressing your face flat against the smooth surface while the other kneaded the globe of your ass. He watched his cock stretch you open with lidded eyes, your cunt coating him completely in your creamy white juices.

“You wanna cum?” He grunted, trailing his fingers through your crack, lodging the tip of his thumb into your tight hole. “Ya sabes lo que quiero. Let me hear you say it.”

Yeah, you knew what he wanted.

You were entirely cock drunk, hair a mess from when Miguel had roughly tugged on it, your mouth now stuffed with his thick fingers as you moaned around them. Your hole spasmed around his thumb, fighting against the abrupt intrusion as your cunt simultaneously squeezed his cock.

You moaned at the foreign sensation, drool leaking over his digits and down your chin, dampening whatever paperwork under you he didn’t bother to get rid of when he bent you over.

You wanted to come so badly, feeling your orgasm rearing its head. You were so close, and every jam of his cock against your cervix brought you even closer. You were mewling now, whimpering when Miguel shoved his thumb deeper into your ass, plugging you up completely.

The sensation made your toes curl, you’re muscles tensing as you felt a wave of pleasure surging through your abdomen and—

“Uh uh,” Miguel grunted, pulling out his cock and thumb from your holes in one swift motion, resting his length over the crack of your ass.

“Fuck, Miguel!” You spat his name as soon as he pulled his fingers from your mouth, feeling your cunt clench around nothing, "you fucking asshole!"

You were so fucking close. It was like whiplash, being completely empty all of a sudden. He chuckled, trailing his wet fingers over the side of your face before lifting his hand and cracking it down harshly over your ass cheek.

You yelped, arms stretched out on either side of the desk, hands searching for anything to find purchase.

“Let me hear it.”

You didn’t comply, wiggling your ass in the hopes that it would entice him enough to put his cock back in. It was futile, you knew—you did the same song and dance with him with the same result. He always won.

He gripped you by the hair, pulling you up so that your back pressed against his naked chest.

“Use your words,” He demanded, teasingly rubbing his length through your folds, “be a fucking good girl and use your fucking words, mm?” Your scalp pricked with pain and tears blurred your vision as he muttered into your ear, his warm breath heating your already flushed skin.

“M-Miguel.” You whimpered, your eyes now tightly shut, a sob slipping past your lips at the ache between your legs.

“Beg.” He growled, slapping your cunt a few times, your body trembling in his toned arms.

“Let me fucking cum, please!”

"Good. Keep begging." Miguel never made it easy for you.

"Let me cum, Miguel, let me fucking cum all over your cock," you wailed, tears leaking down your cheeks and nails biting into his thigh, “Please, please, please—”

With a hum of satisfaction, Miguel slipped back in, your soaked core helping him glide to the hilt. You moaned in relief, head thrown back and wet eyes closed to savor the stretch.

“That's all I’m asking for, bebe,” he was cooing now, kissing the side of your face as he fucked you hard, his cock hitting your cervix without missing a beat, “¿Ves lo que pasa cuando escuchas? Just need you to beg for me a little. I’ll give you what you want.”

Miguel pushed you back down against the desk, grabbing your hips and ramming into you unforgivingly, groaning all the while.

You felt it again, the white-hot pleasure that you were yearning for.

“Cum for me,” he mumbled, slamming into you one final time before your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami. Your pussy suffocated his cock as you gushed all over him.

“Fuck.” He choked, chasing his own release. His fingers dug into your skin as he pushed himself as deeply as he could, painting your womb with his cum. He panted over you, running a hand down the expanse of your back. “You okay?”

“Mhm." You sighed, letting him caress your skin for a few moments. You hissed when he pulled his cock out from your sensitive cunt, feeling his cum oozing out of you slow and hot as it ran down your inner thigh.

Again, he brought you flushed against him, your body limp in his arms. His fingers immediately slipped between your folds, swirling through both your juices, scooping some of it up, and placing his fingers over your lips.

"Abre," he watched your profile as you obediently open your mouth, lazily lapping at the juices smeared over his fingers, "good girl." You beamed at the praise, turning in his arms and latching your arms around his shoulders, surging forward to kiss him sloppily.

"You wanna go again?" You asked with a tired smile, your sensitive core flaring with arousal at the sight of him: red eyes heavy and hair slicked back with sweat.

Miguel hummed, pretending to consider it before smiling, bearing his fangs, "Only if you beg for me."

...

Ya sabes lo que quiero- you know what I want

¿Ves lo que pasa cuando escuchas?- See what happens when you listen?

Abre- Open

#caro's 2k #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #mel 🌙#atsv #atsv miguel #spiderverse

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whispering-ways · 8 months

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•☆ミ rain check ☆彡•

♡ summary: you and luffy have a date planned out for the evening, but after a tiring day and a shift in weather, plans change for the better.

♡ pairing: luffy x reader (established relationship)

♡ tags: no warnings, just fluff :)

♡ notes: i'm sorry for taking so long to write a new fic guys! it's my last semester for my bachelor's degree so i've been swamped with grad applications and work for my senior classes. thanks for being patient and i hope you guys like it <3

You were adding the final touches to your makeup when you heard Luffy enter your apartment, his heavy footsteps letting you know he’d come home.

“Y/N?” he called out. “You here?”

“Yeah I’m just getting myself ready in the bedroom,” you respond. He enters and flops down on the bed, looking completely exhausted. “Had a rough day, babe?”

You get only an exasperated sigh in response, which tells you all you need to know. You walked over to the closet, pulling out some heels that you hoped would go well with your outfit.

“You look so pretty. I can’t wait to take you out! It's gonna be awesome! Are you excited for our date?” Luffy asks, beaming at you and turning his head to the side to see you better.

You paused. To be completely honest, it had been a tiring day for you as well and you were truly worn out. You had spent hours conducting tests and repairing lab equipment, leaving you craving nothing more than to unwind.

However, both you and Luffy had been looking forward to this date for months; he was thrilled when you proposed the idea. It didn't feel right to call it off just because you were tired. Besides, you loved spending time with him so you didn’t mind going out even though you were a little beat.

“Yeah, of course, I’m excited! Plus it gives me a reason to get all dolled up for you and you know how I love doing that,” you reply with a soft smile.

With a grunt, Luffy hoisted himself out of bed, shuffling over to you. He envelops you in a hug, resting his head against your neck and kissing just below your ear. You chuckle at the sensation, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before ruffling his hair. “Isn’t it time for someone to start getting ready?” you ask with a smirk.

He let out a deep sigh as he lifted himself off of your shoulder. "Yeah, you're right, babe. Let me just hurry up and get ready. Just give me like 15 minutes, okay?" He said with a cheerful smile, looking down at you lovingly. You press a soft kiss to his lips and head over to the living room to give him some time to get dressed.

You head over to the living room, sinking into the couch as you scroll through your phone while waiting for Luffy. The clunking of his heavy footsteps breaks the silent atmosphere of the room as you send him random videos here and there. However, it didn't take long for that to bore you, so you decided to stretch out to relax.

When a few raindrops began to fall outside of the window, your neck craned up to glance at the dampening window. You mumbled to yourself, "This is the worst time for rain. I'm too tired to get all soaked in the rain."

When Luffy finally finishes getting ready, he steps out into the living room and takes a seat next to you on the couch. "Ready to go sweetheart?" he asks with a grin.

You let out a dramatic sigh as you pull yourself off of the couch to sit upright. Luffy chuckles as he draws you in close, settling into a comfortable silence. You lay your head on his shoulder, finding comfort in his embrace.

Despite being excited to plan the date and enjoying getting dolled up, something about today was just too draining. Hope filled your heart that Luffy would sense something was wrong, but knowing his oblivious nature, you knew that you’d probably have to spell it out for him.

Luffy kissed the top of your head and looked towards the window. Although it’d barely been a couple minutes, the rain seemed to have grown more intense, now leaning towards a heavy storm. "Hey," he inquired, turning his attention back towards your face. "It's raining pretty hard outside, isn't it?"

You rose up, turning to look towards the window as well. You perk up, looking at how bad the rain’s gotten. “Maybe we really will be staying at home,” you thought to yourself as you turned towards Luffy, speaking aloud to him now. "Yeah, the rain is really heavy, isn't it?" You continue with a shrug, adding, "I wonder if our umbrellas will be able to withstand the harsh weather."

Luffy looks at you, noticing the hopeful gaze in your eyes and the way you had now nestled closely to him. He understood precisely what that meant. "Hey," he said, gently resting a hand on your shoulder. "I know we've planned this date out, but do you want to do a rain check? Maybe we should just stay in tonight instead."

You light up like a Christmas tree, but try your best to cover your excitement. “Yeah sure, can we cuddle up and watch a movie or something instead?”

A soft and knowing smile spreads across Luffy’s face as he speaks to you. "Of course babe," he replies, reassuringly. "Just get all cozy in bed, and I'll make some snacks for us. Okay?" His gentle and caring way of speaking makes your heart melt with butterflies, and your face cannot help but break into a grin.

You nod excitedly, rushing to the bedroom to get comfortable. Without hesitation, you change into sweatpants and a t-shirt and then dive back into bed, wrapping yourself tightly in your warmest blankets.

Luffy heads to the kitchen and reaches into the fridge, fetching a box of frozen jalapeno poppers. He tosses a few pieces into the air fryer, then leans against the counter and waits for the familiar chime of the machine to go off. Somewhere in him, Luffy knew that the evening might conclude like this. After dating you for over a year, he knew you like the back of his hand.

When he checked the morning forecast and saw that it was going to rain, he knew that you would want to snuggle up together. Every time it rained, you'd always snuggle up like a cat with your blanket and look for something to unwind so seeing you so excited to relax together was no surprise to him.

However, he also knew that you wouldn't bring it up because you didn't want to disappoint him by canceling the date. But at the end of the day, Luffy didn’t care whether you went out or not; he was just happy that he got to spend time with his favorite person. And to be honest, he was pretty exhausted himself.

The chime of the fryer brings Luffy out of his thoughts. He takes a plate and adds the poppers, along with some ketchup and a few of your preferred spicy chips, before heading into the bedroom.

Your face brightens as soon as you spot Luffy walking in with a plate of food. The movie was already playing when he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Enveloped by his warmth, you snuggled closer to him, laying your head on his chest.

You were in pure bliss, with Luffy's body warmth and the softest blankets keeping you perfectly snug. You turned over, grabbing your laptop and gently placing it in between you two along with the plate full of snacks.

After a couple moments of looking through options, you both settled on the latest Puss in Boots movie. You had both come across a few ads about it and talked about watching it, so you and Luffy decided to give it a shot.

A few minutes in showed that it was a good decision. Glancing over at Luffy, you noticed his focused expression as he watched the screen with brows. You turned back to look at the movie, but the only thing you could concentrate on is how happy you were that it started raining.

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luveline · 2 years

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hi hello :)) your dad!eddie fics with roan gave me so much joy today !! may i request a drabble with reader and eddie preparing breakfast and they're being cuddly and then roan just comes out of nowhere and is like 'me too!!' and they just have a really affectionate breakfast and morning ??

yes of course tysm for ur request! ♥ fem!reader

"I don't know how this works," you say through laughter, Eddie's hands cold as ice where they've worked under your shirt. They slowly warm, stealing your heat greedily.

He crosses his arms over your naked tummy and squishes you against him with a thoughtful hum.

"The stove?" He hooks his chin over your shoulder. "Me neither. Me and Roan live off of trail mix and McDonald's."

"You're kidding."

He kisses your shoulder quickly. "Yes, of course I'm kidding. You hold down that small button and turn- yeah, that's the one. Wait for it to- You got it." He dots another kiss against your shoulder, this one lingering longer and leaving behind a dampened kiss mark. "Smarty-pants."

"I try."

You wait for the pan to heat up, one hand covering Eddie's arm affectionately and the other held above the stove. You wait until the heat kisses your palm before lining the bottom of the frying pan with oil.

"How many?" you ask.

"How many do you eat?"

You shrug. "How many for you? And Roan? You have two, right?"

He looks at his carton of eggs and beams, feeling flippant and carefree. "How about two each?"

You nod and crack an egg perfectly against the rim of the pan. Eddie watches your cooking in silence, though he supports you against his chest and drops an abundance of slow kisses down the slope of your neck.

"Gonna make the toast?" you ask him.

"And miss this? Never."

You laugh. It feels like a very private kind of humour, a near silent huff that Eddie only knows of because he can feel your torso trembling under his hands. He laughs into your shoulder, spends another kiss against your skin.

Small footsteps sound down the hall.

"Watch out. Trouble's awake."

You try to pull his hands from under your shirt though he's being perfectly chaste and he fights you. "I'm gonna burn myself," you protest with little urgency.

"I'll kiss it better if you do."

"Yes," Roan says as she appears, loud despite her small frame and extremely excited. "Cuddles! Dad, pick me up."

Eddie kisses you again and finally retracts his hands from your skin.

"Say please," he drawls, already leaning down to grab her.

He hugs her against his chest and pulls down her nightie were it's riding, a soft cotton on the inside with a sweet tulle skirt to make her look like a ballerina.

"Good morning," Eddie says, kissing her cheek. Roan smiles at him until her lovely eyes squint and her lashes tangle.

He wipes the sleep from her eyes one at a time. You turn to them with a spatula in hand and fawn.

"Hey, baby. You look like you had a really good sleep," you say warmly.

She extends her arm toward you and you step into her reach, likely thinking she's gonna touch your hair or face. She doesn't, groaning in exertion as she stretches her arm and fights Eddie's hold to get her hand behind your neck.

"Hug," she says simply.

You beam, smother it, put the spatula down on the counter beside the frying pan still spitting oil as the eggs sizzle and slide your arm around Eddie's lower back. He does the same but higher, his bicep curling behind your shoulder blades. You huddle together as a group, heads slowly inclining until your foreheads knock.

It's not enough for Roan. She nags until you and Eddie are hugging and her body is snug between you both, her face to Eddie's chest.

"Roan," you begin, smiling sheepishly.

"Yes," she says. "Kiss."

"How'd you know that's what I was gonna ask?" you question, startled but delighted.

"You must ask her twice a day," Eddie says. "What? Don't look at me like that, you do!"

You kiss his daughter's temple and let your own temple rest against his cheek. "She's just so kissable. Not my fault you made her like that."

He rolls his eyes. "Sorry. I'll make the next one ugly."

"Good. Thank you."

Your hand works under the hair at the nape of his neck. You card through it until you find Roan's own fingers where they pet, much less kindly but with the same loving intentions.

"I gotta get the eggs," you mumble.

"In a second."

"Eggs?" Roan asks. "Pancakes?"

"Oh, get off," you say hurriedly.

Eddie peels away from you with a bemused grin. "What now?" he asks.

"Do you have another frying pan?" You ignore his question and replace it with your own, already opening the cabinet under his sink.

"For what?"

"For pancakes, idiot."

He looks down at Roan's cherubic smile and pokes her cheek chidingly. "You always get what you want. It's gross."

"Bacon?" Roan adds, clueless.

"Eddie-"

"Yeah, I know," he says with a long suffering sigh, putting Roan back down on the linoleum floor. "I'll go get some."

more roan and eddie

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emisprocrastinatingbywriting · 2 months

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Alone and Forsaken

Chapter 17 Summary:

Six months ago, Joel Miller had thought that the sky was falling, and now life seemed to be going surprisingly well. Having gotten over his fears of being a dad, he was slowly starting to get excited at the possibility of a future, something he never thought possible. However, a new fear has emerged, one that reminds him every day that the life he has can be taken away. With bodies showing up closer and closer to the gates of Jackson, what will he do when he is forced back into reality?

Warnings: Fluff & Smut, Breeding Kink, Pregnant!Reader, Angst/Comfort Abandonment Issues, Canon-Typical Violence Towards Infected, Talks of Joel's Past Self Harm, Two Brothers Sitting in a Booth - Five Feet Apart Because They Have Problems Expressing Their Emotions.

A/N:

Hello everyone! I hope you guys have been doing well :)

This week has a bit of a time jump, all the way to summer. Reader is now eight months pregnant and Joel has actually chilled out (as much as someone like our man possibly can lol). Life is domestic and sweet, but it can't go on like that forever.

Warnings for the chapter include pregnancy stuff obviously but also talks about fearing the loss of children, along with chats between brothers about Joel's past self harm. And of course, because I'm not a complete monster, smut ;)

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Chapter 17/20

Chapter 17: Even The Pawn Must Hold a Grudge

Sweat dripped down Joel’s face, stinging his eyes as his shovel dug into the cool dirt. The July weather had been uncharacteristically warm for Wyoming and he found himself missing the modern luxury of air conditioning as he searched for the leaking pipe. With no depressions or sinkholes around the dining hall, he and the few other Jackson residents on the job had been digging pointless holes in search of the leak for a week. It wouldn’t be so bad if the last vestiges of June hadn't drifted away so quickly, leaving him sweating in the sweltering heat as he worked.

When Joel had agreed to this job, it had been advertised to him as a favor. Six months ago, when he had finally figured out what was ailing his mate, he had made the conscious decision to do everything in his power to keep you happy. That meant that he had to be present, at all times, a feat that had scared the shit out of him at first. Whether it be for check ups, late night cravings, or the inevitable mood swings that came with pregnancy, Joel Miller turned himself into the type of man you would want to weather a storm with. That meant that if his pregnant mate wanted him to take less patrol shifts, needing him to be closer just in case she popped, then Tommy was out of luck.

Which led him to where he was, with sweat burning his eyes as he worked. The strained nerves at the base of his spine jolted with each movement, sharp jabs reverberating down his legs every time the tip of his shovel jammed into the dirt, but he ignored it. What he needed was to get this finished so that he could get home, so that he could get back to you. By the time he finally saw the first signs of the leak, with the water rushing up from the small hole he had made to dampen his boots, he was moments from quitting. He sighed, an elated chuckle coming from him at the sight.

“Found it!,” Joel shouted as he heaved himself up to sit on the edge of the pit.

A whistle came from behind him and he turned his head, rolling his eyes at the mustached man that strolled towards him.

“Thank Christ, thought you were gonna have a heart attack if ya didn’t find it soon,” Tommy laughed, his eyes twinkling with playfulness.

Joel scoffed and lifted himself from the dirt with a hoarse groan, wiping his jeans as he stepped forward to meet his brother.

“M’fine, healthy as a horse. Just my damn back,” he returned, rubbing his dirty hands on his brother’s coat as he passed.

Tommy laughed and batted him away, chasing after him once he had wiped the dirt from his jacket. As Joel walked back towards the shed, leaving the rest for the younger guys, he listened to his brother’s incessant rambling and tried his best to answer each statement with at the very least a nod. It had been like this between them for the past few months, ever since the younger man had opened up to him at the bar. Tommy had left the door open for him, even letting him have a peek at some of the darker parts of himself that he had never seen, and Joel had tried his best since then to do the same. He was growing and it was as awkward as it was joyful.

In reality, Joel’s version of open communication was a bit more reserved than his brother’s but it was progress. A few awkward conversations had been had, the majority of them making him feel so uncomfortable that he could barely look his brother in the eye, but they had found some common ground. The most obvious one being the conundrum of fatherhood in such a world. Talking about the things they had done and the people they had lost was excruciating, but it was nice to know he wasn’t the only one that was worried his blood soaked hands might stain the child. Tommy had slowly become someone he could rely on, or perhaps he had always been, and the more your stomach grew, the more he had needed him.

The first time Tommy showed up for him had been a month after Joel found out, when you had excitedly pointed out the bump that had formed seemingly overnight. He had smiled and acted thrilled at the time, showering you with kisses and love before he quietly excused himself to tear into the stables for his patrol shift like a maniac. Tommy didn’t say anything at first, quietly allowing his brother to race through the patrol like a hellhound was biting at his heels, but it was once they had encountered trouble that the younger man had put his foot down.

Joel had been reckless that day. The horde near the music store was small, with enough clickers to ensure that it would be a tough gig, but not enough to call in backup. Usually they would have gone in silent, as it was safer and left less room for failure. However, that day he had acted like an idiot and gone in guns blazing. He can still remember his brother’s surprised shout when he opened fire, the younger man cursing as he took his gun out and joined in on the mayhem.

Much to Joel’s dismay, Tommy was not willing to let it slide as he would have once upon a time. The walls had come down. Joel was no longer the vicious smuggler of the Boston QZ, known to all for his brutality and bloodlust. And Tommy wasn’t a marine or a firefly anymore, meaning that there was no cause left for him to fight for except his own family. Which meant that after the horde was dispensed, his brother had slapped him up the side of the head.

“Hey! What’s up your ass?,” Joel hissed, rubbing the red handprint burning against his skull.

“What’s up my ass? What’s up YOUR ass? You’ve been off all day and now this? This shit was stupid as fuck, you know that,” Tommy snapped.

A silence ensued, one where all that Joel could hear was the sound of his blood rushing in his ears and the snow that fell to the middle of the store in heaps from the holes in the roof. He watched as his brother chewed on his lip, looking like he was trying to see through his skull to pick at his brain. Another few tense seconds passed, the staring contest growing more heated by the second, but it was shattered when Tommy suddenly laughed.

“Was it the bump or the heartbeat that freaked you out? For me it was the heartbeat, made that shit waaay too real,” the younger man snickered.

He blinked, eyes widening as he tried to shove down the ingrained urge to clam up. You had broken him of the habit but it was Joel that needed to do the work to ensure it didn’t return.

“Um, it was the bump. We can’t uh - I can’t see the baby you know? The heartbeat was cool to listen to on the stethoscope but I couldn’t see it. Then one day she wakes up and boom, there’s our baby sticking out of her stomach. I could see it and it felt so…,” Joel trailed off.

“Real?,” Tommy guessed and Joel nodded.

They walked back to the horses in silence, stopping only to peek into the pharmacy on the off chance that they might find something of use. Aside from collected dust and broken glass, the place was empty, leading them to quickly abandon it. Joel was ready to get back, to avoid his own feelings by burying himself in a series of jobs that took him away from the reality waiting for him at home. Perhaps if he worked hard enough, he wouldn’t notice how round you were getting. Maybe that would halt the panic attacks he had been hiding from you.

An arm had stopped Joel when he moved to climb onto Rusty, drawing him from his spiraling thoughts. He lowered his foot, turning to face the younger man with a cocked eyebrow.

“Look, I was scared shitless by that heart beat, but you know what I did to get over it? I talked to her, to Maria. You want to put yourself on the line during patrols? Fine, but how well do you think she’s gonna take it when you wind up dead? Think it’ll be good for the kid?,” Tommy prodded.

Joel felt his chest tighten at those words, aching at the thought of you having to go through something like that. Even in the past month he had noticed other changes, like how much more emotionally vulnerable you had become. According to the timeline that was the doctor’s best guess, you were three months pregnant at the time and had been stuck to his side at every possible moment, while also being prone to bouts of crying. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what a loss like that would do to you in this state, not to mention the precious cargo you were carrying.

“Go home and tell her that you’re scared. I promise you that it’ll help. Lord knows I needed Maria to bring me back to earth more than a few times,” his brother sighed, patting him on the shoulder before he turned to hop up on his horse.

That night Joel had gone home and followed Tommy’s instruction, waiting until you were cuddled up to his side in bed to share the worries that filled him with so much shame. He had used the cover of night, with the curtains you had made for the bedroom blanketing the room in such a potent darkness that you couldn’t see the tears in his eyes. As he had whispered his fears, you had listened carefully, pressing yourself deeper into his side to soothe his growing panic. And to his surprise, his brother was right, you had quelled his fears with one simple conversation. A simple conversation that had then led to a lovemaking session that was so sweet that you had both shed a few tears.

Since then, Joel found himself confiding in Tommy more and more, something that he could’ve never imagined after his last stint in Jackson. His brother had showed up for him and he was trying his best to do the same. Which led him to where he was now, listening to the younger man gush about his son.

“- and do you know what the kid told me? Dad, you’re too old to go on the swingset. Me! He called ME old. Can you believe that Joel?,” Tommy asked incredulously.

Joel chuckled, “Uh yeah? Frankie’s right, you ARE fucking old. Might break a damn hip just by trying to climb up on that thing.”

His brother guffawed and punched him in the arm, which only made him laugh harder.

“Asshole, you’re older than me. If I’m old enough to be breakin’ hips, you must have one foot in the grave you geriatric fuck,” Tommy grumbled.

Joel shook his head and stepped into the workshed, discarding the gardening gloves so he could gather his things. He picked up the ridiculous lunch box you had started packing him in the mornings, the cartoon red dog on the front of him making him sigh each time he saw it. Nevertheless, Joel always took it with him, despite some of the looks that the Jackson residents gave him when they saw him slip it into his bag for patrols or carry it down the street to the neverending construction jobs. He didn’t care what they thought anyways. Plus, if his girl was going to go to the trouble of packing him a lunch, he wasn’t about to refuse it.

With the bag in hand, Joel left the shed and shut it behind him. He spotted his brother across the street talking to Maria, the serious looks on their faces halting him in his place. His stomach clenched and he prayed that their conversation wasn’t about him. However, instead of waving him off so that he could return home, Tommy motioned for him to come closer. Joel dragged his feet every step of the way, his stomach churning at what he knew was about to be asked of him.

“Tommy says you found the leak,” Maria stated, her gaze as pointed as ever.

Joel nodded, “Yes ma’am, me and the crew are gonna bail it out tomorrow. I’ll replace the pipe and then we should be good to turn the water for the dining hall back on. The younger guys can fill the hole back up once we test it a few times.”

She nodded, her eyes flitting to Tommy for a half of a second before they refocused on him. He sighed at her determined expression. There was no way he would be able to get out of patrols anymore. Something had happened, something that meant Joel’s expertise was needed. There was no other reason Maria would take time out of her busy day to talk to him specifically, especially with their history.

“M’sure that the others can do all of that. That Dina is pretty handy, we’ll get her to replace the pipe and then the crew can do the rest,” Tommy piped up.

Joel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The group effort from his family was a little much, even for someone as uncommunicative as him. With the sweat soaking through his shirt and his back aching like a motherfucker, he was not in the mood to be swindled. So instead, he focused his attention on Maria. Despite their rocky start, Joel had learned to appreciate how straight forward she was and that was exactly what he needed in that moment.

“Knock it off will ya? Just tell me whatchu want,” Joel sighed.

Tommy looked at his wife, his eyebrows raised as she straightened her spine and switched back into leader mode.

“Four bodies were found this morning, all taken from different patrols that have gone missing in the last few months. All looking like they have been kept alive and tortured. We’re pulling the newer patrollers off of rounds, we need people with experience,” Maria explained.

Joel sighed and looked at his feet, trying to avoid what he knew his answer had to be. The people going missing patrols had been a problem since before he knew about the baby, but they had only gotten worse in the months that followed. The first had been chalked up to desertion, the second infected, but by the fifth missing group Jackson had to come to terms with the fact that there was a threat lurking in the woods.

From the second you heard about the bodies being dumped near the gates, he had decided to take a break from patrols. Maria had agreed with the promise that the arrangement was temporary, the understanding being that he could be called back at any moment if the camp needed him to. It was a sweet deal, one that Joel was surprised to have gotten considering the fact that he was already going to be taking time off for the birth and first few weeks of his baby’s life. He knew that his free pass wouldn’t last long but he had hoped for just a bit longer in Jackson for your sake.

“I’m back on the schedule?,” Joel grunted, a heavy weight forming in his chest at the thought of having to break the news.

“Me and you will ride out tomorrow at dawn. There’s been some weird shit going on in town, we’re gonna go check it out and then come back. Gonna keep the patrols short for now, should be back for lunch,” Tommy said, sheepishly kicking at the dirt.

He sighed, unable to keep the distaste from his face as he stood before them. There was no answer he could give other than yes, he knew that, but it didn’t make it any easier.

“I know that you’re worried about her, but I can promise that she can handle you being gone for the morning. She’s a grown woman,” Maria reminded him.

Joel sucked his teeth and nodded, wordlessly agreeing to their request with a scowl. Without another word, he turned and walked away. He knew that it was abrupt, but he needed to go before he exploded into a rant about how well you would actually handle his absence. Or better yet, how he’d fair knowing that you were back at home worried sick about him.

“Joel!,” his brother yelled.

“If you want me to be able to go, I better go tell her. She’s ain’t a big fan of surprises right now, so thanks,” Joel called over his shoulder, not even stopping to turn back.

They didn’t try to stop him after that, allowing him to hightail it back home so that he could have the difficult conversation. Joel dreaded the look on your face but he didn’t dare slow his brisk pace, knowing the truth in his previous statement. The hormones had driven you to nest in your freetime, along with plan every other second of the day in order to welcome the pup into a completely prepared home. He went along with the lists, happy to fix up the house, brainstorm baby names, and help paint the nursery, but he drew the line when you tried to pencil in times specifically for fucking.

“But Joooooel, that way you won’t forget to take care of me before work… And after work… And also maybe on your lunch break,” you had whined, making him bite back a grin.

The funny thing was, he knew that you were being absolutely serious. Although the pregnancy hormones had made you more emotional, they had also made you incredibly horny, a fact that he had been thoroughly enjoying for months.

“S’too much honey, just tell me when she needs me and I’ll be there. You know that,” Joel had laughed.

Of course, that had led to you telling him you needed him right at that instant, and filthy fucking had quickly ensued. As a result of that conversation, there was only one part of the day that remained unplanned, while every other second was accounted for. He allowed it, knowing that the lists saved you from going into a nesting frenzy and trying to complete a million jobs at once. Even after you started working at the clinic during your third month, something he hated due to the physical toll but ultimately had to support, you still kept a strict schedule. And now, he was about to fuck that coveted schedule up by going on patrol, which meant he was scared shitless.

“Good afternoon Joel,” a voice called, breaking him from his reverie.

Joel looked up from his dirt caked shoes, reaching the driveway just as your mother and Allie stepped off of it. The glossy ringlets that adorned the little girl’s face were drenched in red syrup, the culprit being the popsicle that she slobbered on. He chuckled at the sight, thankful that he didn’t have to deal with the handful of a toddler once all of the sugar hit her system.

“Afternoon ma’am,” he drawled, nodding to your mother respectfully.

Although he could tell that she still didn’t trust him at all, something that he completely understood given the hell she had been put through, your mother had been slowly coming around. Whereas months ago she could barely stand to be in the same room with him without pointing out his faults, she had become cordial to him. With where they had first become acquainted being so desolate and the embarrassment of their second encounter, Joel counted that as a win.

“You should get in there. I told her she shouldn’t be doing all that work but you know my daughter, too stubborn for her own good,” she warned, grabbing Allie’s free hand so she could pull the girl towards home.

Joel thanked her and turned on his heel, picking up the pace until he was barreling through the foyer. He stomped through the house, remembering how you had recently tried to climb up a ladder to clean the gutters by yourself when he had been just a few minutes late getting home. For six minutes Joel had tried to convince you to come down from the three steps you had taken towards the roof but you had refused, leading him to lift you from the ladder and carry you kicking and screaming into the house. The fight that had resulted from that had been legendary, but you had ultimately agreed that you shouldn’t be climbing a ladder with nobody around, let alone while you were pregnant.

When he saw that the living room and piano room were empty, he was close to tears. All Joel could think about was the million little jobs you could have gotten into, the ones that you had promised you would let him do despite your insistence that you were perfectly capable. It wasn’t so much that he thought the pregnancy was making you weak, more so that your center of gravity was so off that it was affecting your balance. Every day it seemed like he was catching you as you stumbled. That and the dizzy spells you had been getting recently were enough reason for him to be terrified at the thought of you in high altitudes.

“Darling? Where are you?,” he yelled, speed walking towards the back of the house.

“In here,” replied a melodious voice and he hastened to follow it.

The kitchen was a disaster when Joel walked in, with all of the bowls, plates, glasses, and other various kitchenware items scattered over the floor and crowding the table in the breakfast nook. The mess was huge, with all of the cupboards stripped of their usual contents in order to make way for a good scrub of the inside, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about it in the slightest. Not when you were the only thing he could see.

The fact that you were shirtless didn’t surprise him, tits out seemed to be a constant since you had hit the third trimester and he was not about to complain about the free show he got every day. Being eight months pregnant meant that you had grown out of your clothes first, then his as well, meaning that you were scraping by with annoyingly oversized extras donated from the community. The baby was big, so big that the word twins had been thrown around a few times by the doctor, but he was actively ignoring that insight at every turn. One problem at a time, he thought to himself. Joel was a tall kid and his brother was no runt either, that was what he had to remind himself of each time the topic was brought up so that he didn’t have a panic attack.

Still, with the heat of summer in full swing, Joel found you walking around in nothing but a pair of painties most of the time. The weight of the child was already enough, but the added heat meant that during your spare time you would likely be naked to combat it. Which was how he found you, in nothing but a pair of black panties as you stood on the counter, scrubbing the inside of the cupboards.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?!,” Joel gasped, stumbling through the maze of kitchen supplies that you had created while he was gone.

“They need to be cleaned Joel, who knows what kind of germs are in here. What if the baby-”

“The baby isn’t going to be anywhere near the inside of the cupboards!,” he cut you off, an urgency in his voice as he continued, “Please, you gotta get down honey, you’re gonna give me a heart attack. You’re gonna fall, I can feel it.”

You snorted and turned, the swell of your stomach peaking out to him. Seeing the taut skin pulled over his growing child did little to soothe his alarm and Joel reached out a shaky hand to help you down. His breaths rattled in his chest, heart thumping wildly as he waited for you to take it. Furrowing your eyebrows at him, you looked at it for a second before placing your hand in his. He knew that you only caved because you could sense his growing panic, but he didn’t care, too frazzled to do anything but help you down. It was only when your feet touched the floor that Joel let himself breathe.

“Joel,” you chided, “You’re so dramatic, I was perfectly fine! Plus, it needed to be done. It was on the schedule and you weren’t here so I-”

“So you come get me next time, or you go get Tommy, or Cooper, or literally anybody else to do the job! I told you they both said that they’d be more than happy to help and I-”

“But I told you! I don’t want to bother them, especially Cooper, he already has to deal with Jake being on bed rest. And plus,” you sighed, “I don’t want to have to put on those stupid clothes, it’s already hard enough to do it when my mom comes over. I basically begged her to leave today.”

Joel groaned in frustration and leaned down, pressing his forehead into yours to remind himself to take a breath. He knew of your aversion to clothes as of late, as well as your stubborn need to always do things yourself, but it didn’t give you a pass on putting yourself in danger. What he needed more than anything was to not worry about you every second of the day, yet you seemed adamant about working yourself to death while carrying his pup. Nevertheless, he also knew he had to be gentle in his approach. The last thing he wanted was to make you cry.

“Okay sweetheart, I understand,” Joel started, “But you can’t be getting up there and I think you know that the doc would agree with me. S’not safe for ya. If you really don’t want to stay dressed then give ‘em the job and frig off, tell them you're going upstairs for a nap.”

Sighing, you rolled your eyes at him but nodded.

“Fine, but if one of them sees me naked you can’t be mad. Not my fault if they come up and catch a peek,” you shot back, earning a chuckle from him.

He shook his head, “I won’t, promise.”

Joel smiled when you kissed his jaw, happy that you were willing to go along with his request. He knew that the limited mobility was driving you nuts, but that was nothing compared to him. The thought of you getting hurt while growing his child was close to turning him into a lunatic. If he had it his way, you would let him do everything and get your exercise by taking easy walks throughout town on your days off like the doctor had suggested, but nothing with you was ever that easy. Of course you had disregarded that, still working at the clinic while you did insane jobs around the house in your free time that turned his hair even grayer than it already was.

“Okay, just let me just put all of this back. I’m fucking starving and there’s no way I’m cooking in this mess,” you said, pulling away to get back to your ridiculous task.

He grabbed you just as you turned away, shifting your hips so that your belly was pressing against his front. Joel placed his hands on the swell, admiring the way your body had changed to accommodate the child growing within. Fine white lines stretched over the skin, each one serving as a reminder of the strength it took for you to house the life that the two of you had created together. He brushed his hands over the bump, his gaze reverent as he looked up at you.

“Baby, you know that I think you are capable of anything right?,” Joel asked tentatively.

You nodded.

“So, you know that it’s nothing personal when I tell you to sit your ass down so that I can do it, right?,” he pressed on, making you roll your eyes at him again.

“Hmmmm… Fine, but I want food and then I want you to take a nice cool bath with me,” you conceded, leaving a kiss on the bald patch of his beard before you walked away.

Joel shook his head, watching as you strolled down the hall with hawk-like eyes. The extra few pounds that pregnancy had brought on were looking mighty fine to him from where he stood. To his delight, much of it had gone to your ass, the same one that swallowed the black fabric of your panties deliciously as you walked away. Along with that, he had been thrilled by the added volume to your hips, which taunted him with their swaying each day. If the fact that you were his mate and you were carrying his baby wasn’t enough to make him grovel, which it was, the new edition to your curves made him want to kiss the ground you walked on.

“Doing a lot of staring and not a lot of working, mama’s hungry,” you hollered back to him as you turned into the living room.

“Yes ma’am,” Joel answered dutifully, spinning around to take in the disaster of a room before him.

He worked incredibly fast, the thought of leaving you hungry too much for him to bear. The kitchen was put back together in no time, and Joel soon got to work on making you something to eat. Ignoring the oatmeal he knew you hated, as well as the meat which had started to make you sick about five months into your pregnancy, he decided upon a simple vegetable soup for lunch.

Music drifted from down the hall, the sound of an old country ballad gracing his ears as he cooked. The record player had been a gift from Tommy and Maria, a generous edition to the guitar his brother had left in the piano room for Joel to find upon his arrival. Since getting it, you used it everyday, having read somewhere that music would help with the baby’s brain development. There were even a few times that he had been goaded into playing the guitar for you, singing ever so softly to the growing bump in hopes that she might be able to hear him. Joel wasn’t sure about how much he believed in the baby being able to hear him from within the womb but it made you happy, which meant he loved it.

Once the soup was finished, he poured it into bowls, grabbing the biscuits your mother had brought the previous day to satiate your hunger. Joel walked down the hall and he felt his heart melt when he reached the living room. He smiled at the sight of you sitting on the couch, cradling your stomach as you mumbled sweet words under your breath. For a few seconds he watched, a warmth like no other wrapping around his heart and squeezing it when he realized you were singing to the pup. It was a Kenny Logins song that he had once tried to teach you on the guitar eons ago, in a desolate cabin in the woods with nothing else to do, and he couldn’t believe you remembered it.

When you stopped to smile at him, Joel practically teleported to your side, not wanting to spend another second apart. In fact, all he wanted was to sit and watch you eat the meal he had prepared, to witness first hand how he had nourished both you and his child. It scratched an itch deep inside of him, one that screamed at him every second of the day to safeguard what was his, one that needed to ensure that nothing bad ever happened to his loved ones ever again. Every moment of every day since finding out he was to be a father again was about that itch and he clawed at it constantly, unwilling to let the worst come to pass for a third time.

“Thank you baby,” you sang, eyes lighting up when you noticed the biscuits he had brought.

“Soup too please, can’t have you running on nothing but treats,” Joel reminded you, making you groan and nod as you took the bowl from him.

Only when you dug in did he calm, with Joel slowly munching on his food as he eyed you. He tried to be as subtle as he could while watching you eat, knowing how uncomfortable it made you, but he couldn’t help it. Joel didn’t know why, perhaps it was some crazy alpha instinct or perhaps it was his previous losses, but he found himself desperate to satiate every need, even when you didn’t ask him to, Every time you finished a meal, he was already up, collecting your bowl to refill it even if you claimed to be stuffed. There had even been a couple times where he had snuck his own food onto your plate, willing to go hungry if it meant you would be cared for.

“Ya know, if I didn’t love you so much, I would probably say that you’re being a little creepy with the whole watching me eat thing,” you said around a mouthful of food.

He huffed a laugh, “I know, I don’t mean to stare sweetheart. Guess, I just need -”

“You need to fuss,” you finished for him, having heard it more than a few times, “I know, just maybe not while I’m eating. Makes me feel weird and that makes me not want to eat. I need to fucking eat Joel.”

Those were the magic words that forced Joel’s gaze downwards, leaving him to stare at the contents of his bowl with newly found interest. He felt his ears turn red at your words, slightly embarrassed by his inability to let it go. There was no reason for him to be so interested in your eating habits. He knew that you had been keeping up with every dietary requirement thrown at you by the doctor, but his hormone fueled brain was not as reasonable as him.

Joel was so focused on trying not to look at you that he jumped when he felt your arm brush against his. When he realized that you were scooching closer, he smiled, loving the feeling of your body melting into his side despite the heat. With you practically sitting in his lap, arms knocking against his as you ate, he didn’t need to stare to know that you were enjoying the meal. Instead, he could feel it.

“Thank you honey,” Joel murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he returned to his own meal.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” was all he got in response.

The meal was finished in relative silence, aside from the soft music coming from the record player and the sounds of spoons scraping against bowls. Joel let you finish off the biscuits, waving you off with a knowing smile when you tried to be polite and offer him some. When you were done, he collected the dishes and walked them back to the kitchen. He managed to reach the sink just in time to drop them in with a bang, practically sprinting back when he heard the telltale sound of you trying to get up off the couch.

“I can do it myself,” you grumbled as he helped haul you up.

He fought the urge to roll his eyes, remembering how you had spent the entire day sitting on the floor of the piano room a week ago because you had made the mistake of kneeling down to retrieve a dropped book. Joel had found you absolutely fine, other than a bladder that was begging to be relieved and a growling stomach. Still, he had made it his mission to help gather you from as many surfaces as possible since then.

Joel hummed, “I know baby, just let me give you a hand now and then. Makes me feel better.”

Sighing at his obvious attempts at distracting you from the fact that you were gravitationally challenged, you nodded and allowed him to pull you towards the staircase. Joel climbed the steps glued to your back, ready to catch you at the first sight of a shaky limb. He knew that this part you could still do, but that didn’t mean that the glossy wood didn’t make him incredibly nervous. By the time you waddled into the bedroom, Joel could tell that you were annoyed with him so he quickly moved to the bathroom to start your bath to hopefully quell the incoming storm. He poured the herbs and salt that Maria had given you into the water, the same ones she had used to soothe her back when she was pregnant with Frankie, and reminded himself to thank her. As he watched the water fill up, he heard you call his name and walked back to the doorway.

“Yeah?,” he answered, poking his head into the bedroom.

And there you were, lying on your back with your feet dangling off the edge of the bed. Joel couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of your panties pulled only halfway down to your knees, knowing that you were either too tired or too round to get them off.

“I need help,” you admitted, sounding absolutely heartbroken at the admission.

He stepped forward, “I can see that.”

You eyes snapped open and he watched as you shakily propped yourself up on your elbows to glare at him. Joel wiped the smirk off of his face, raising his hands in defeat as he moved to untangle the black fabric from your knees. When they were off, you quietly thanked him, flopping back against the sheets with a sigh.

“Something on your mind darling?,” Joel asked carefully, not wanting to poke the bear.

“I’m just so fucking big right now, I can’t even take my own underwear off Joel! And I’m pretty sure that if it is just one baby that’s in here, it’s going to be like the size of a five year old when I finally push it out. How am I supposed to do that? My coochie is NOT that big,” you groaned.

He sighed and grabbed your hands, carefully peeling you from the bed so that he could kneel between your legs. Although you whined at the change, you still allowed him to haul you up and quickly grabbed his shoulders for stability once you were upright. In turn, Joel placed one hand on your back for support, the other one resting protectively over your midsection.

“Honey, I’m not going to act like I know anything about being pregnant, but I do know that you can do this. Sure, she might be a big ass baby, but she’s going to come out and we’re going to love her. You’ve got this,” Joel encouraged, drawing soft circles over your aching back as he did.

“She?,” you piped up, eyes twinkling with delight.

With the ultrasound machine in Jackson broken beyond repair, the two of you had been unable to see any of the fine details of the pup, including the sex. Nevertheless, with most expecting omegas doomed to go through the pains of pregnancy and childbirth completely by themselves, with no guarded walls to protect them or supplies to aid in their efforts, Jackson at least had one doctor who could safely monitor and birth the baby with slightly retro but usable tools.

Once Joel had recuperated from his first baby-induced meltdown, and the two families had been officially told the news, both sides had begun debating on the gender. His family was convinced it was a boy, while yours claimed to know that it was a girl. Neither of you had named a side yet, as the only thing the two of you cared about was that it was healthy, but that didn’t mean Joel didn’t have his own hopes. Having only ever been a father to girls, he couldn’t picture the child as anything other than that and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to.

“Oh, I dunno honey, it’s just a guess. Only ever had girls so you know…” he trailed off, worried that he might have ticked you off.

“A baby girl,” you tried out, smiling at the thought, “You’ll be a good dad either way but there’s just something about you as a girl dad that does something for me. Can’t wait to see you with her, you’re definitely DILF material.”

He grinned, “S’that right?”

His eyes twinkled with enthusiasm, only growing darker when he saw how you squirmed under the weight of their stare. This too had been a new edition, with any reminder of how the other would look nurturing the child making the both of you go insane. Not only had he chosen a good mate, one that he loved and cherished so much it hurt him at times, but he had found one that felt the same about him, one that would extend that love to his baby.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you in that tub. I put them salts and shit that you like, might help your back some,” Joel muttered, shaking himself from his thoughts as he pulled you up from the bed.

As Joel led you towards the bath, he felt your feet drag every step of the way. He mumbled encouraging words, ignoring your soft whimpers so that he could grab your hands and help ease you into the tepid waters. Once you were fully sat down, you moaned at the weight being lifted from your spine, blinking up at him with a dopey grin that made his heart pump a bit harder. He knelt beside the tub, reaching in so he could press his hand into the bump as you got used to the weightlessness of the water.

“Get in with me?,” you asked him sweetly, your voice light and airy in the silence of the bathroom.

“I don’t want to crowd ya honey, gotta make sure that you’re comft-”

You shushed him, reaching out to muffle his words with your palm. Joel stopped and grabbed the hand covering his lips, kissing the back of it once in surrender. He lifted himself from the side, motioning for you to scooch forward as he rid himself of all of his filthy work clothes. From the moment his boxers had slid off, he felt your ravenous eyes burning a hole through him and he tried not to blush at the feeling. His cock twitched against his thigh and you smiled like a cat that had just got its cream, zeroing in on it as he begged every higher power there was to help him keep cool. In a daze, you bit your lip and Joel resisted not to surge forward to grab it with his own teeth. Clearly, you felt the same way, as he had to remind you three times to move forward.

“S’okay baby, I’ve gotchu,” Joel chuckled, grabbing a washcloth as he eased himself down behind you.

With careful hands, he washed your body clean of any bit of sweat or dirt that plagued its surface. He stopped every so often, to either kiss or rub the tension from a particularly sensitive patch of skin. By the time Joel had worked his way down to your hips, you were leaning into him, purring with satisfaction and close to falling asleep. He wanted you to rest but he could tell you were still holding on, still waiting for some sort of release, and he knew exactly how to help.

Joel skimmed his hands down your thighs, causing goosebumps to raise on the soft skin there. He brushed the pads of his fingertips over the insides of them, drawing long lines up and down your thigh, stopping short of where you wanted him each time. A hitch of your breath as he ghosted his index finger over the crease in your leg was the only indication he got of your arousal, making him do it again and again until you broke. You whimpered, bucking your hips against him in frustration at his neglect of your drenched slit.

“What is it darling? Need me to take care of you?,” he whispered in your ear, making a gush of slick drip from your pussy.

You nodded, “Please.”

Normally, he would have made you beg for it, but with how keyed up you had been lately, he knew that he needed to make this quick and devastating. Wasting no time, Joel wrenched your thighs apart, lifting them so that they hung on either side of the tub. With you left wide open for him in his lap, he skated his digits downward until they slid along your drenched seam. Even with the water sloshing over your pussy, he could still feel the sticky slick that poured from your hole.

“Aw babygirl, she’s so wet today. Did she miss me while I was gone?,” Joel teased, pulling back the hood on your swollen clit so that it was exposed for him.

“Yes, yes, yes, my pussy always misses you, she - oh f-,” your voice was cut off by a loud whimper, one that made his neglected cock twitch hard against your back as he plunged two fingers deep inside of you.

Joel gave you no time to adjust, greedy for the desperate noises your overstuffed pussy would make for him. While one of his hands curled fingers up inside of your walls, rubbing that mind breaking spot with the pads of his fingers until your legs started to shake, his other drew wicked circles against your throbbing clit.

“Oh my f-fuck, oh Joel! Don’t stop - mmmm, just like that - don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, shit!,” you cried out, with your head thumping back against his shoulder as your orgasm drew near.

While pressing sloppy kisses against the side of your neck, biting down on the skin hard enough to leave tiny love marks, Joel increased his efforts. Instead of plunging his fingers in and out, he switched up his tactic, choosing instead to shake them inside of you. He made sure to hit that sweet spot every time, the vibrations of his quick movements making your eyes roll back almost instantly. The circles he drew on your pulsing nub grew heavier and you keened, walls beginning to tense up already.

“Can feel you fightin’ it sweet girl, why? Don’t you want to be a good girl and cum for me? Know that pretty pussy does, she’s cryin’ for it. Can’t you hear her?,” Joel goaded, practically growling it in your ear.

“Joel, Joel, Joel, please, I need, I need” you begged, too fucked out to fully spit out the request.

He chuckled, cock jumping between his legs at the sound of his name falling from your lips so sweetly. As he stroked your pussy towards an overwhelming release, fingers wringing out as much pleasure as he could from the inside of your walls and your swollen clit, he made sure to ingrain each whine or whimper into his memory. They would go with the rest of his collection of lewd memories he had of you, each of them being stored away for the days he was too riled up to bother you, the days where he had to lock himself in the bathroom to jerk off to the thought of you like some sort of horny teen. Not that he had to do that often.

“What darling? What d’ya need? Tell me baby, I’ll give it to ya,” Joel whined, losing his edge from his own growing desperation to hear you cum.

“Kiss me,” you answered, turning your face to nudge your nose against his.

Joel captured your mouth in a searing kiss, tangling his tongue with yours in a way that he knew that you loved. His fingers were clenched so tightly within your walls that they were stuck inside, forcing him to dig the calloused tips of his fingers into your most sensitive spot with increasing demand. He bit down on your lip, earning a filthy groan from you, and you were gone.

Water splashed over the side of the tub, soaking the floor and likely his discarded clothes, but he couldn’t care less. Not when you were thrashing in his hold, breaking away from his mouth so that you could choke on your own cries as you came. He kept his pace up, allowing you to feel every single wave of your release until you started to try to shove him away.

Ever so carefully, Joel eased his pace, slowing it little by little until he stopped altogether. When he finally pulled his fingers out, you shuddered but gave no complaint, too blissed out to care about the absence. He kissed the side of your sweaty face, easing your legs off the side of the tub with care so that they didn’t strain any further.

“Feel better?,” he drawled, moving you forward in his lap so that his hard length didn’t poke at your backside.

You nodded dreamily, “I’d enjoy the afterglow a lot better if you didn’t keep pushing me off your lap.”

He hissed when you reared your hips back, his angrily weeping cock getting nestled between your ass cheeks in a way that was so perfect that he almost cried.

“Baby - ah! Shit, this ain’t about me. Was just - oh god damn - was just doing that for you. Need to take care of you, my pretty girl, fuuuck,” Joel groaned, unable to stop himself when you reached back to position him near your entrance.

Being as big as you were, there wasn’t much you could do in terms of riding him. However, with the water helping with the extra weight around your abdomen, you managed to lift yourself up enough to drop down on his cock. The glide into your drenched channel was relentless, with your lack of mobility allowing you no other choice but to take him all in one go. Joel hissed at the feeling of your tight pussy opening up for him, clenching and unclenching around him in a way that almost made him go cross eyed as you took him down to the root.

“Fuck, okay,” you wheezed, panting hard at the way the head of his cock was pressed against the spot that made you see stars, “That’s all I’ve got, the rest is all you baby.”

He laughed and you did too, the sound of it reverberating off the walls as he took back control. Joel kissed your shoulder, gripping your hips so that he could lift you until only the head of his cock remained inside. You mewled, hands flying backwards to yank at his hair and dig crescent moons into his thigh in protest.

“Don’t worry babygirl, I’ve got this,” Joel assured, kissing your shoulder one more time before he slammed you back down onto him.

He kept a slow but hard pace, bringing you up until nothing but the head remained nestled inside each time. When he speared back into you, he grinded you against him, ensuring that his cock rubbed every sweet spot from within. Most of the water had been sloshed out but neither of you cared, too immersed with one another to focus on anything but the growing tingles spreading out from where you were connected. Each thrust was answered by a call of his name, something that was making him dizzy with lust.

“Shit darling, love how you sound calling out my name. So fucking sexy all fucked out on my cock like this. Already fucked a baby into you, what else do I have to do for this needy pussy? Do I gotta keep her plugged up with cum? Fuck, or maybe I gotta fuck her in front of the whole town, make sure everyone knows she’s mine,” Joel rambled.

He groaned when your walls tightened up around him, squeezing his length so hard that his eyes rolled into the back of his head. There was something about the way you reacted to just his voice that drove him crazy. It was as if he was fucking both your mind and body, taking you apart in every possible way before he slammed the pieces back together again, and it made him feel wanted. The high pitched whine he got in response to his filthy words made his jaw tick and he slapped your ass with just enough pressure to get your attention.

“Answer me,” he hissed, grinding you even harder against him.

You nodded desperately, “N-Need it, need you, desperate for your - ah, shit - your cock! Let you - oh my god - I’ll let you fuck me anywhere daddy. Don’t care where, as long as it’s you fucking me, love mmpf, love your cock.”

Joel bit your neck and you squealed, going limp at the surge of hormones that rushed through you at the sharp reminder of his claim. He chuckled darkly, uncaring of the way his muscles burned from exertion and how his heart thumped wildly against the walls of his chest. All that mattered was making you feel good, of caring for you in the one way he knew that he could easily do.

“Wanna know a secret honey?,” he asked, “S’not just you that’s desperate. I’m starvin’ for ya, every single day. So fucking sexy, so smart, gonna be such a good mama to our - fuuuck - to are pup. Shit, tell me you’re close baby, I need to fuck my cum into you. Gonna let you have it.”

The wanton noise you made was incoherent but he understood it, that particular whine being the one that usually signaled an incoming release. Joel stuck his face in your neck, worrying the skin between his teeth as he rambled all of the depraved promises he could think of. He knew that you loved to hear him talk, he felt it with every spasm of your walls, and he used it to his advantage. As Joel’s balls tightened up, his cock twitching wildly in the vice grip of your pussy, he laid it on thick in hopes that it might push you into a release before he exploded.

“F-Fuck baby, if you weren’t already knocked up, I’d fuck another baby into you right now. Pussy needs me to keep her fed, gonna fuck so much of my cum into her so that she’ll never want anyone else. Shiiiit, she’ll never need anyone else. She’s mine, you are fucking mine,” he growled.

“Yours, yours, yours, yours,” you chanted, too gone to do anything other than repeat.

“Then cum for me darling, want to feel my girl milk my cock,” Joel commanded.

The ecstasy fueled scream you answered him with was so instantaneous that it nearly knocked him off of his rhythm but he held strong, continuing his pace as you gushed torrents of slick into the dwindling bath water. For one twisted moment, he thought about how the herb scented water would taste with your slick mixed in and it made his mouth water. His cock twitched hard inside of you, jumping at the thought of your delicious taste. You convulsed on top of him in turn, letting out ragged moans and broken whimpers as your pussy greedily sucked him dry.

“Cum, mmmmmm fuck Joel, want your cum,” you begged, eyes rolling into the back of your head as another wave of pleasure dragged you under.

“Christ honey, m’gonna cum - shiiiiiiiit,” was all Joel managed to get out before he was cumming, mindlessly locking himself inside so that he could explode inside of you properly.

His knot breached your hole and you squeaked, already so stuffed as it was, but you soon dissolved into a whining mess. He felt your walls suck at the base of his cock greedily, as if he had the power to somehow impregnate you twice. The groan that he let out at the thought was loud, signaling another round of toe curling releases that had him shaking beneath you.

You were no better, whining and grinding him well past the point of overstimulation. Joel let you do it, clenching his jaw while you wantonly circled your hips enough to keep you both cumming until he could physically give you no more. By the time you were sated enough to stop, his cock was raw and his abdominal muscles ached from the exertion of his releases. He let out a sigh of relief when you went still, silently praying that this would be enough of a workout to force you into a couple of hours of much needed rest.

Joel eased you further into his lap, allowing you to lay back against his front until he could pull his cock out without hurting you. With how full your body already was, he felt a flash of guilt at knotting you in such a state, but he also remembered how you had begged him to keep you knotted nearly every day for the past six months. Every moment that you weren’t busied by home improvements or work, you were on him. This led to constant bouts of desperate love making, with him having to get more creative with the positions the heavier you got, followed by him helping you come down with the sweetest touches afterwards.

Most of the water had been splashed out of the tub and onto the floor, leaving an awful mess that he would have to clean up when he could disentangle himself from you. With barely any water left, the full weight of the baby was pressing into you, making you wiggle against him in discomfort. Unsure of what else he could do to ease your pain, Joel did the only thing he could think of. Having heard of the trick from his brother, he cupped the bottom of your swollen belly and lifted it from your lap, easing some of the pressure that had been gathering there. He smiled at your sigh of content, nuzzling your cheek in response.

“Never stop doing that,” you mumbled dreamily.

He chuckled, “I won’t honey, at least not for a while. We’re gonna be stuck here until it goes away.”

Joel’s knot was still very much swollen, angrily inflated and locked deep within your walls as you both lounged. Until it went down, the two of you were trapped but neither of you cared. Instead, he took the time to truly appreciate the woman he loved, lifting your belly for a few minutes at a time as he whispered sweet words into your ear. And you returned the sentiment, cooing at him as you helped scrub the dirt from his tanned skin. There was no rush, just two lovers worshiping each other with all of their might, staying connected in the most intimate of ways as they did.

When the two of you were cleaned, both in mind and body, he carefully pulled himself out of you. He soothed the absence he left with soft kisses, holding you tight until you calmed once more. The line of kisses along your neck finished with an obnoxious smooch to your cheek and he laughed when the smacking sound made you giggle. With you finally soothed, he slowly pulled himself up from behind you, careful not to jostle your lax body too much.

“Alright, let’s not spend the whole evening here,” Joel mumbled, kissing your shoulder before he lifted you in his arms.

With your body rendered useless from his thrusts, it was easy for Joel to cradle you in his arms as he walked you to the counter. He placed you down in between the two sinks, fetching a towel to dry the dampness from your skin. Once he was done, he grabbed the oils he had procured for you in town. After hearing you complain about the burn of your stretch marks, he had made it his mission to find a cure. The few tools he had traded to get the bottle was worth it to see the happy tears you had shed the first time it soothed them. Who needed a hacksaw anyways? Not him, not if the alternative was watching you cry about the angry lines that had bloomed across your midsection.

While Joel worked, he allowed you to play with his hair, forming ringlets around your fingers that he knew would only grow with the heat of the summer air. Each time you had taken a pair of scissors to his hair, you were always careful to leave it a bit longer than he normally would, but he allowed it because he knew how much you loved his curls. Not to mention how much he loved the attention you gave him because of them. By the time your belly and hips were slathered in a layer of the sweet smelling oil, every strand on the top of his head was accounted for.

“Okay baby, nap time?,” he asked through a yawn.

The heat of the day had caught up to him, making him feel like he was awake standing up as he readied himself to lift you again. Sleepily nodding in response, you threw your arms around his neck and sighed as he transferred you from the counter to the bed. Joel placed you down gently, laughing when you refused to release him from your hold.

“Can’t exactly lay on top of ya right now darling, gonna need you to let go,” he reminded as he carefully pulled your arms from around his neck.

“Ugh, another reason why your kid needs to come out as soon as she can,” you groaned.

Joel snorted and scooched in behind you, forgoing the blankets to combat the summer heat that filled the room. Instead, he draped himself over your back, kissing your neck as he helped cradle the swell of your belly.

“My kid, huh?,” Joel questioned, the playfulness evident in his tone.

“When she’s being annoying, yeah she’s your kid,” you deadpanned.

He chuckled, nipping your shoulder so that you broke into another fit of giggles. As you laughed, he pulled you closer, burying his nose into your hair so that he could huff at your sweet scent. After a while, you calmed and leaned back into him, allowing him the access to snuffle at the gland on your neck. It lulled him, pulling him into a trance where all he could do was hold on for dear life as your scent engulfed him in a bubble of trust and adoration that he had never known before he met you.

“Love you baby, get some sleep,” you whispered to him.

“Hey, that’s my line,” Joel shot back.

The groggy laugh he got in response made him smile.

“My bad, go ahead.”

“Thank you. Love ya honey, get some sleep. See? That’s much better,” he teased.

You chuckled, “Whatever, dork.”

Joel hummed at that, too tired to send back any more responses with your body glued against his so perfectly. It didn’t matter that there was a layer of sweat forming between you, what mattered was how perfect his life was at that very moment. He was half asleep, cocooned around his soul mate, his best friend, the only reason his life was worth living, and he was happy.

Joel was older than he’d once thought he’d be, having imagined during Sarah’s lifetime that he might meet his soulmate while his daughter was in middle school. Then, when that obviously didn’t happen, he had predicted that it would happen when she was in high school. Then, when the world ended, he had no choice but to watch that dream die alongside her. Nevertheless, life is fickle, and somehow it had all come at a time when he least expected it. It had come at a time when he had given up on life altogether, which often made him wonder whether you had been sent to him. He was not a believer of any higher power, but with how often he talked to them in his dreams and while in his loneliest moments, he sometimes wondered if it had been his girls.

As Joel felt your body go lax against the covers he listened to the sound of your even breaths, softly brushing his hands over the new life beneath your taut skin. Soon, Joel would be a father again, something that had once terrified him to the point of an all out breakdown. But at that moment, he was ready, unshaken by the previous heartbreaks of his traumatic life. If his girls HAD sent you, they would likely be looking out for you and their incoming sibling as well. Soothed by you and thoughts of the children he had once had, he allowed himself to take a moment of rest, tangled up with you atop of the sheets as he drifted off into sleep.

- You -

The first thing you noticed was how hot it was. It felt like the surface of the sun was glued to your back, pounding bursts of sunlight into your flesh as you roused from sleep. Not to mention the heat of the air around you, which at this point was downright tropical. When you cracked an eye open, you huffed in annoyance, noting how Joel had once again forgotten to leave the screen door to the balcony open so that the evening air could come in.

The second thing you noticed was the foot that was jammed into your bladder, repeatedly kicking the poor organ until you hissed at the familiar urge building in your lower abdomen. In an effort to not literally piss on yourself and the human furnace behind you, you quickly slipped from Joel’s arms and waddled to the bathroom as fast as you possibly could. When you made it, you sighed in relief, still embarrassed at the time a few weeks back where you were not as fortunate.

That was a moment you hoped to never have to live through again, as you were forced to look your mate in the eye and tell him what you had done. You remembered how your face had burned with embarrassment as you explained that you couldn’t get down on your knees to clean it up without his help. Of course, Joel had waved you off, cleaning it by himself without a single word of complaint or jest, but it still made your stomach churn thinking about it. So much so, that the two of you had made a pact to never speak of it again.

When you were done, you washed up, sighing at the bags that had gathered under your eyes. Sleep was a luxury that you seemed to only be able to obtain for small amounts of time. Naps had reigned supreme so far and you had the enormity of the child to thank for it, with her limbs constantly knocking into organs and getting stuck in your ribcage. That and the inherent need to make the home presentable for the baby, as if a newborn would care about things as trivial as dusty cupboards.

Nesting called to you, constantly dragging you from sleep to complete the most trivial of tasks while Joel slept. Most of the time they would be left unfinished, with you either too frazzled to complete them or Joel eventually dragging you back to bed, but your brain continued to send the urges nonetheless. Which was why when you finished in the bathroom, you didn’t return to where the man you loved was snoring into his pillow. Instead, you pulled on a pair of clean underwear and veered right, padding towards what would soon become your child’s room.

The two of you had chosen a room on the other side of the hall, close enough so that you could hear the baby cry out but not so close that they might hear anything from behind a shared wall once they got older. Joel had laughed when you had suggested that, shaking his head as he agreed to switch his top choice of potential bedrooms. It was a good sized room, one with a deep closet that was already filled with a modest amount of hand-me-downs that Maria and other Jackson residents had dropped off. Some of them needed to be sewed up but you didn’t mind, touched by the kindness of the multiple strangers who had come bearing gifts once you had begun to show enough for other residents to notice.

After much debate, the room had been painted with one of the only two paint colors Joel had found in the basement that were still usable. It was a gentle green that didn’t fit any of the other rooms in the house, which made you dissolve into a puddle of tears at the thought of the previous occupants having their decorational dreams crushed. Joel had laughed and shushed you, allowing the hormone fueled crying spell to pass before he got to work on the room. With a few of Frankie’s shabby toys lining the shelves, blankets draped over a rocker that your mother had brought from her own home, and a crib carved by none other than Joel himself, the baby’s room was ready.

Nevertheless, the hormone fueled beast you had become always had to take issue with something, which meant that you suddenly decided that the closet needed to be reorganized. Four nights ago, you had already done this, organizing each piece of clothing by color, but now that seemed ridiculous. What good would color do? With a huff of annoyance, you tore the clothes from the shelves, piling them on top of the rocker and dresser so that you didn’t have to collect them from the floor.

After the closet was empty, you got to work on re-organizing them based on type of clothing. Pants first, then shirts, then jumpers, then onesies, and finally, the dresses at the very end of the line in case Joel’s prediction was wrong. Much better, you thought to yourself as you got into a rhythm, so locked into your task that you didn’t notice the figure watching you from the doorway.

“Sweet girl, why didn’t ya wake me? S’gotta be way past suppertime now, doctor said you’ve gotta be eating regularly,” Joel called out from his place against the doorframe, making you drop the little dress in your hands.

“I’m almost done! Just have to get these back up and then I’ll go get something. It won’t take too much longer,” you protested.

When you tried to squat down to pick up the little piece of purple fabric, Joel swooped in, snatching it from the floor before you even had a chance to fully bend your knees. He tsked as he handed you the dress, his gaze chastising enough that he didn’t even have to say anything. You rolled your eyes but nodded, turning your back to him with a dramatic sigh so that you could complete the job. However, despite your attempts at focusing on the task at hand, Joel did not like being forgotten and quickly picked up the small pile of dresses that remained so that he could pass each of them to you.

“Why’re you up? You were sleeping like the dead when I left,” you asked after a time.

“You know that I can’t sleep long without ya in bed with me,” he sighed, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he continued, “Plus, I’ve been meaning to talk to ya but I got kinda distracted.”

You turned then, visibly bristling at the foreboding words sent your way. Joel gulped when your pointed gaze met his, looking like he was cornered by a lion as he tried to spit out whatever it was that was making him sweat.

“I uh, well… Today Maria came down and pulled me off maintenance, said that now that the pipe’s found that the crew can patch it without me,” Joel began, his voice trailing off near the end.

At once, you understood. Grabbing the little blue dress that hung from his hand, you turned towards the baby clothes so that he couldn’t see your face fall. When Maria had originally pulled him, upon his request, from the patrol shifts, you had been told multiple times that the arrangement was temporary. At the time, temporary was a relative term, all that mattered to you was that Joel was safe in Jackson and free to come home when you needed him. Which, much to your dismay, was becoming more and more as your pregnancy progressed. With the bubble of security popped, you couldn’t help but sour at the sense of impending doom you felt anytime you thought of him outside the safety of Jackson’s walls.

“What happened? She must have had a reason for pulling you from maintenance,” you prodded, keeping your tone light despite the lump that formed in your throat.

He didn’t respond and again, you knew. Jackson was growing, but it was still a small town filled with people that had nothing better to do than talk. That meant that you had heard about each of the missing patrols, as well as the four missing bodies that had shown up this morning. Stupidly, you had hoped that Maria might call someone else, someone less bonded, someone with a mate who wasn’t eight months pregnant, to go after the group that was picking people off. But, ultimately you knew that she had to put Jackson first. Joel Miller was a renowned killer, a man who had survived against all odds for decades, meaning that he was the best person that she had for the job.

“Bodies, um,” he cleared his throat before he continued, “They found some bodies near the gates, who knows, maybe it was infected -”

“Don’t lie to me,” you spat, “I’m pregnant Joel, not a fucking child.”

Joel sighed and you turned, feeling guilty at the venom you had just spewed at him. He was scared to tell you because he didn’t want his pregnant mate to worry, you knew that, but you were getting tired of people tiptoeing around your emotions. What you needed was for him to be honest, not to sugarcoat the situation to the point of inaccuracy. All that lying would do was hurt you more once you inevitably heard it from the people in town.

“Look, m’sorry about lying to ya just now, but I don’t want you worrying about me. Yeah, there were some bodies and yeah, they were our guys, but I’m gonna be okay. It’s me and Tommy gone for the morning, that’s it,” he rushed out, stepping forward so he could grab your face.

“Okay,” was all you said back to him.

He blinked, shocked at your dismissal, “Okay?”

Pulling away, you nodded and placed the last dress in its place. The closet was done but you stayed there, staring at all of the clothes as you tried to put a muzzle on the swelling emotions that rose up from deep within your subconscious. Joel needed to go, he had no choice, and you would have to stay in Jackson without him. And if he didn’t return? There would be a child that would have to be raised without him, with said child never getting the chance to know the man who you’d move mountains for. Your mother’s hardened face flashed in your mind, making you want to vomit at the thought of having to raise his baby alone. It was all too much and suddenly, you were too aggrieved to be in his presence any longer.

Stepping around him, you hurried towards the stairs, desperate to do something, anything, to keep from crying in front of Joel for what must have been the billionth time in the past week. It wasn’t his fault and yet you wept, causing you to feel even more guilty for the tears that streamed down your face as you ran away. The last thing you wanted to do was make him feel bad for something he couldn’t control but, as he bounded towards you and whipped you around to face him, you failed at hiding your heart break from him immediately.

One thing nobody prepared you for when talking about pregnancy was how the slightest aggravation would lead to a torrent of tears running down your face, leaving a mess for Joel to clean up on a daily basis. He always said that he didn’t mind, that he loved taking care of you no matter what, but it still made you feel awful. He had his own worries and responsibilities that he had taken on since becoming a Jackson resident, but he had to constantly look after you.

“Stop, it’s fine Joel. No, really! It’s okay, just ignore this, this is just hormones. I’m super g-good,” you sobbed, sounding ridiculous to even your own ears.

“Oh sweetheart, m’sorry, you know I’d stay if I could,” Joel sighed, bringing you into a tightest hug he could manage considering the bowling ball that was strapped to your stomach.

Another sob broke from your lips, this one more strangled than the last, and you kicked yourself for not being able to stop it. Every time you tried, the tears only worsened, to the point where you had no choice but to allow yourself to cry into his chest so that they would finally go away. Joel was patient, rubbing your back and whispering lovingly into your ear until you calmed.

“Darling, I know you’re scared. Believe me, I don’t want to leave you alone any more than you want to be left, but it’ll be okay. Maria gave me a short shift, just a couple of hours and I’ll be back. Hell, you’ll probably sleep through most of it, we leave at dawn,” Joel said soothingly.

You whimpered but nodded, trying to wipe the tears and snot from your face as you pulled away. He cooed at your weepy eyes, batting your hands away so that he could do the job himself and you let him. Joel smiled when he was done and kissed your forehead, his lips chapped yet soft as they lingered against the skin.

“I’ll come home to ya honey, always will, I promise,” he mumbled.

“You better,” you shakily replied, with your voice too weak for the words to have any real heat to them.

Joel hummed, lingering for a bit to ensure that you were truly calm. It was you that pulled away, with a sudden kick to your ribcage serving as a reminder of the supper you had missed out on. Grunting at the feeling, you hissed and tried to use your hand to shove the little foot out from where it was caught.

“She getting ya again?,” he asked, replacing your hand with his so that he could help untangle the wayward limb.

“She gets mean when she’s hungry,” you grunted.

When it came loose at last, you released the breath you had been holding in. The discomfort ebbed away, however the child seemed to be only more aggrieved by the sudden change and you soon felt more kicks to your most vital organs. Joel winced at your scowl, leaning down so he could get face to face with the swell.

“C’mon sweet pea, take it easy on your mama now. I’ll feed ya both, but you gotta let her sleep afterwards, that’s the deal,” he bargained.

The kicking stopped and you grinned, your heart glowing at the feeling of his soft timbre slowly soothing the pup. It was unfair how easily Joel’s voice eased the constant kicks that kept you awake all hours of the night, as if the baby had already chosen their favorite parent. You didn’t blame the kid, he was your favorite person in the entire world and you had no doubt that he would be the baby’s as well.

“She gone back to sleep?,” Joel asked, pulling himself up again to kiss your cheek.

“So annoying that she only listens to you. I’m the one literally growing her,” you answered, rolling your eyes to add to the effect.

He smiled and shrugged, trying and failing not to look smug.

“Can’t help it, I’ve got a way with words,” Joel answered, giving you one last kiss before he wrapped his hand around yours.

Joel led you to the staircase, placing your hand on his shoulders so that you could lean on him as you made your way down. He was careful not to go too fast, wanting to act as a cushion in case you fell. It was slightly ridiculous, considering the fact that you had to make your way down every morning alone when he went to work or you had an early morning shift at the clinic. Nevertheless, you knew better than to argue and used his shoulder to ease some of the weight off your feet as you took the steps.

He tried to lead you over to the living room but you refused, opting instead to follow him into the kitchen to watch him cook. Taking a place at the breakfast nook with the glass of water that he demanded you drink, your eyes raked over his backside as he whipped up some of the chili in the freezer that you had nicked from the dining hall.

Joel’s shoulders were broad, so god damn broad that you couldn’t help but imagine how simple it would be for him to let a few kids hang off of them. Each movement he made reminded you of his strength and your mouth watered as you watched his arms flex while he stirred the pot. You were blessed with the sight of his bare skin, scarred and beautiful as the muscles moved beneath golden skin. If the doctor was right in her assumptions, there were two babies stuffed inside of you, two babies that would be blessed with a father who was strong enough to carry them both with ease.

Neither one of you had said anything about it, not wanting to bring life to a possibility that was becoming more realistic each day you grew impossibly larger, but you knew there was a second crib carved. Joel had hidden it in the basement, stupidly believing that you would actually heed his request to not go down the creaky steps without him. Although you had kept it cool around him thus far, you had sobbed when you found it, overwhelmed with love for him. It drove you wild how easily he cared for you, despite his own fears about having another life, let alone two, to care for.

This man had grown so much since you had first met him. He was your best friend, your lover, the person you’d live and die for, and he was devoted to you almost to the point of insanity. It was for that reason that you knew that his ability to provide for you would extend to your offspring, something that stirred something primal within you.

As you squeezed your thighs together to get some relief, you couldn’t help but gawk at the smattering of hair across his chest when he turned to grab the bowls from the cupboards. Everything about Joel screamed man, from his wide frame, to the thick muscles that made his boxer covered thighs that much more enticing, to the fact that he had banished you to the table to relax as he made the meal. At this rate, you were pretty sure that there would be a wet spot left on the cushion when you got up from the booth.

“You want me to pose or something?,” Joel drawled, breaking you from the lust filled haze he had caused.

He turned and you jumped, pretending to rearrange the salt and pepper shakers on the table. Despite your best attempts to act natural, you felt the flush that crept up your neck that gave you away immediately. The click of the stove being turned off made you jump, along with the heavy footsteps that barreled towards you. By the time Joel was in front of you, lifting your chin to force you to make eye contact with him, your panties were absolutely drenched.

“What’s got you all worked up baby? Can feel you staring a hole through my back,” he jested, softly running his thumb over your trembling bottom lip.

“You’re so big,” you sighed dreamily, mesmerized by the puppy dog eyes that lovingly held you in their gaze.

He cocked an eyebrow, a wry grin spreading out on his face at your words.

“Not like that!,” you groaned, “Well, okay, yes you are big like that but that’s not what I meant.”

While your cheeks burned at the admission, you buried your face in your hands and Joel laughed. Butterflies erupted from deep in your stomach, stirring up your nerves and making the baby give you a few kicks as a reminder to calm down. You tried but it was hard, especially when her father was so god damn attractive.

“S’that right? How’d ya mean then?,” he teased.

The sigh you let out was long and drawn out, making him laugh even harder at your sudden shyness. It was crazy how this man could make you feel so confident one moment, easily loosening your lips with lust so that you begged him to do the filthiest things possible to your needy pussy, and the next he could still make you feel like a giddy teen. In the time since you had met him, he had ruined you in the best way possible. Nobody would ever live up to Joel Miller, the man that could take you apart and make you whole again in the blink of an eye.

“It’s just your stupid shoulders!,” you groaned, “ And your arms - God, they’re so big! It’s not fair Joel. Here I am minding my business, and all I can think about is how good you’d look with a few kids hanging off of them. You’re going to be such a hot dad, it’s going to drive me crazy.”

He cocked an eyebrow, “A FEW kids? We don’t even have this one yet.”

“Yeah but,” you sighed, “I know we aren’t talking about what the doctor said the other day BUT, if there’s two then I’m going to have to watch you take care of them. And the thought of you carrying them at the same time - ugh - my ovaries are exploding just thinking about it.”

Joel snorted, getting a kick out of the way you squirmed at the thought of his broad frame easily holding a few pups. It made you blush even harder and you found yourself too worked up to do anything but peek at the pudge of his stomach from behind your hands. The urge to bite at the tantalizing treasure trail that led towards his waistband was strong but you ignored it, not wanting to force him into another round of love making while he was trying to make you a decent meal.

“Does the thought of me being a good dad turn you on?,” he questioned, pulling your hands from your face as he knelt in between your legs.

You nodded solemnly, unsure of how he was about to react at the admission. Was it weird that you felt that way? You couldn't tell, but it was impossible to hide it from him when everything he did for you or the unborn child riled you up so much. If you had it your way, he’d stay buried inside of your cunt for the next month, keeping himself there for easy access when you inevitably wanted him to fuck you again.

“Aw honey, s’alright. No need to get embarrassed,” Joel cooed, rubbing your tummy as he did, “Know what? I think the same thing about you. You’re so loving, so strong, gonna take such good care of our pup. Makes me want to show you how much I love you, every day.”

Joel’s words were sweet, but you couldn’t help but squirm at the double entendre.

“Then show me,” you whispered.

His eyes turned black at that, his pupils growing with lust until only a thin line of brown remained. A heady scent of desire cloaked every other smell in the room, making your cunt throb between your legs. Joel’s nose twitched as he caught the scent and he licked his lips as though he was readying himself to take a bite of you. As he stared at your lips, you spotted the neglected food on the stove, suddenly feeling ashamed at how needy you were for always begging him to fuck you into oblivion at the drop of a hat.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have t - ah!,” you squeaked, cut off by his hands pulling your legs towards the end of the booth so that they hung off the edge.

Joel threw your legs over his shoulders, groaning as he buried his face into the drenched gusset of your panties. He huffed at the fabric and you whimpered as his nose bumped against your sensitive clit. Panting and whining, you reached down to bury your fingers into his hair to ground yourself amidst the intense need rushing through you.

“Never fucking apologize for this, taking care of this pretty pussy is my job, nobody else’s,” he drawled, yanking your panties up so that they dug into your slit.

“Y-Your job,” you mimicked, too desperate to do much else.

He chuckled darkly and leaned forward, mouthing at your soaked cunt through the fabric he held tight in his grasp. It was somehow too much and not enough, with his strong tongue easily working you up despite the barrier, but you craved more. What you needed was his face suctioned to your core, sucking at your clit as his fingers slammed into that one spot over and over again.

“Joel, Joel, Joel, please,” you begged, thighs twitching around his head as he teased.

“No, take what I give ya and then maybe I’ll be nice,” Joel replied, his voice muffled by your panty covered seam.

You groaned and kicked your legs out in protest, earning a nip to the calf from him. The sting shot up your spine, adding to the growing pressure between your thighs. With your heart slamming inside of your chest and your hands yanking on his curls, you shook and keened. Joel growled and pulled you even closer, rubbing his face against your core as you barreled towards the edge. The scruff on his cheeks burned at the inside of your thighs and you knew that the skin there would be flushed from the friction, but you didn’t care. In fact, you hoped that he would leave a mark, something to remind you of how good he made you feel on a daily basis.

“C’mon baby, cum for me. Know you want to my filthy fucking girl. Pussy full of my cum and she still needs me, doesn’t she? We taste so fucking good, can’t wait to bury my tongue in that sweet cunt, gonna clean my cum out and make you taste it when we kiss,” Joel groaned.

His words sent a shockwave through your body, making all of the muscles in your body tense up before you exploded into all out euphoria. The sound of liquid hitting the floor below barely registered, you were too busy gushing slick as your walls clenched around nothing. Joel let out a pained whine when you tugged on his hair, too blissed out to care about suffocating him as you rode out your high. After one last brutal wave of pleasure, you sighed and let go of him, trying desperately to catch your breath.

“That’s it honey, such a good girl for me,” Joel panted, leaning back to press wet kisses against your thighs.

“J-J-J,” you gasped, trying desperately to answer him.

Any attempt to catch your breath failed and you slapped his shoulder, signaling to him that you needed something. With the weight of the baby strapped to your midsection, it had become nearly impossible to lie on your back at times. As much as you would love for him to continue to devour you in the booth of the breakfast nook, there was no way you were going to be able to keep going without changing positions. Joel took the hint, immediately halting the kisses to your shaking thighs so that he could help.

“What’s the matter sweetheart? Is she kicking you again? Do ya need to pee?,” he questioned, rubbing your sides as he asked.

You shook your head, “C-Can’t breathe, g-get up, need t-to get up.”

Joel cussed and slipped your legs off of his shoulders, quickly holding out a hand for you. When you took hold of his hand, he pulled you up, slipping the other one around your back for extra support. It was only when you were right side up again that the pressure against your lungs melted away, allowing you to take a few steadying breaths that calmed your racing heart. As you gulped down the much needed oxygen, Joel’s hands brushed over your skin, desperately trying to soothe you in any way he could.

“I’m okay Joel, it’s just hard to lay like that when I’ve got a fucking watermelon pressing into me,” you chuckled once you had finally caught up on breaths.

He hummed, “You gotta tell me if you’re hurtin’ baby, we could’ve moved.”

You shook your head, grabbing the back of his neck so that you could pull him close and kiss the damp skin around his face. The taste of you lingered around his mouth, along with the delicious saltiness of his own cum that had sprayed out of your cunt with the force of your orgasm. Joel hesitantly kissed you back, still too spooked to get into it again, and you sighed.

“I really am fine. Nothing hurt and I could breathe just fine until you made me cum. I promise I would have told you if it did,” you said, your thumb rubbing soothing circles into his tensed jaw.

Joel nodded, “Okay honey, that’s fine. D’ya wanna stop for right now? We could get something eat and then come b-”

“No!,” you cried out, grappling at his shoulders as he tried to pull away, “You made dirty promises mister and I’m holding you to them! We just need to move first and then I’m all yours.”

He chuckled and shook his head, mumbling something about you being insatiable as he scooped you up from the booth. The screech that you let out was cut off by his mouth sealing over yours and you sighed into it, allowing his tongue to sweep into your mouth. Joel tasted like a delicious mix of the both of you, something that forced another rush of desire to pulse through you. It was only when he was suddenly placing you down onto your feet that the spell was broken and you found yourself whining as he pulled back.

“Nuh uh honey, none of that,” Joel tsked, “M’gonna take care of ya, just need to do it right this time. If ya can’t lay down, we’ll have to do it like this.”

He pulled away and plopped down on the couch, grabbing your thighs as he laid across it. The smile he wore was almost boyish, as if your pussy was the last slice of cake and he had just been given permission to dig in. You wanted nothing more than to take a seat on his ruggedly handsome face, riding it until you could no longer speak, but you hesitated. If you were scared about crushing Joel before, now it seemed inevitable. How the hell was he going to breathe with you on top of him? It wasn’t like you would notice if he was suffocating, you couldn’t even see your own toes anymore, much less a face buried in between your thighs.

“Don’t even want to hear it sweetheart, hop on or I’ll drag you up here myself. I just carried your ass all the way from the kitchen, you ain’t gonna crush me,” Joel demanded, already tugging on the leg closest to him in excitement.

There was no arguing with Joel when he got like this, you knew that, so you sighed and shimmied out of your panties. It was a bit awkward when you first climbed over him, throwing your wobbly leg over his chest so that you hovered over the scarred skin there. He smiled from ear to ear, grabbing your ass to yank you towards his mouth.

“Joel!,” you yelped, catching yourself on the armrest above his head to keep from falling forward.

“Hush,” he growled.

Joel’s hands squeezed your cheeks, pulling them apart so your holes were exposed to his greedy eyes. All you could see was the swell of your own stomach, leaving you guessing as to when he was going to finally dive in and it was maddening. Slick dripped from your core, likely covering your thighs and his face at the point, and you whined a desperate plea to him. With that, his patience shattered and you couldn’t help the shocked screech you let out when he slammed you down on his face.

The feeling of Joel’s mouth was exquisite and you struggled to keep from clenching your thighs around his head, not wanting to suffocate him even more than you already were. He started by running his thick tongue from your asshole, all the way to your clit where he ended with a sharp flick. Every inch of you came alive, with his mouth sending you into an all out frenzy as it expertly swept over every pleasure spot in your core. Sweat dripped down your face, making your hair stick to the sides of his as you held onto the couch for dear life.

“J-o-oel fuuuuck, s’good. Oh my god, don’t stop,” you whimpered.

A hand reared back and slapped your ass, using less strength than usual but just enough to force out a choked sob. Joel groaned when one of your hands left the armrest to grip his hair, using the curls to squish his face even further into your drenched folds. He let you do it, happily working his way up to your clit so that he could pop the swollen bud into his mouth to suck.

You convulsed, babbling as your hips tried to pull away from the intense stimulation, “P-Please, please, please, fuck! Feels so good daddy, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Joel held strong, easily keeping you pinned against his mouth so that he could pull you into another round of overwhelming pleasure. Every time you managed to pull away even an inch, he yanked you back down, until a threatening grumbling noise came from his chest that stilled your movements. It was as if your instincts had overwhelmed your ability to think with just one simple growl from him. The omega in you heeded to the noise, rendering you unable to do anything but sit there as your alpha took what he wanted.

And it seemed like what he wanted to do was kill you. From the second your pussy had touched down against his face, you were already so close. The power Joel had over you was unimaginable, with just the first few strokes of his tongue rendering you a hopeless mess. However, as you felt him suck your poor clit into his mouth even harder, batting the nub with his tongue as he did, you were gone.

A high pitched noise echoed in your ears, your vision whiting out for a second as the growing pressure was released. As you panted and scraped his scalp with your fingernails, walls contracting around nothing, you realized that the high pitched noise was your own screams. The sound of Joel's palm slapping your ass made you choke on a shriek, the sting heightening the pleasure that surged through you. He worked you through it, moaning wantonly as he welded himself to your folds. It was only when you slumped over him, twitching and shivering in overstimulation, that he finally let you go.

Carefully, ever so carefully, Joel scooched you back so that you straddled his chest again. He hissed when your arms faltered, catching you just in time to save you from squishing the bump against him. A slurred apology came from you, with your mind too discombobulated to truly react to the fall. He shushed you, lifting you again so that he could pull himself into a seated position. With the armrest against his back, he cradled you in his arms, cooing at the tears that ran down your cheeks.

“Aw, my sweet girl, did so good for me baby,” Joel praised, wiping the sweat soaked hair from your eyes as he did.

Another cry came from you, this one louder than the last, the pleasure having wiped away all lines of defense against the overwhelming emotions you were prone to. Joel’s face, with its fine lines, scars, and the facial hair you refused to let him shave off, was absolutely drenched. Slick covered it, making everywhere from his cheeks to his forehead shine in the dying light of the day. It was like you had claimed all over again, the remnants of your pleasure being yet another sign of his devotion. All you wanted was for him to hold you for tonight, and every night for the rest of your life, but you were terrified that a life like that would be taken from you. His brow furrowed in worry, looking almost heartbroken by your outburst.

“What’s the matter honey? Aw, c’mon now darling, don’t cry. Talk to me,” he cooed, bringing your face closer to his so that he could place kisses all over it.

Too ashamed to say anything, you shook your head, trying and failing to control the awful cries you let out. Joel held your body closer to his, doting upon every inch of it as you sobbed. Every time you thought it was done, it kept going, until nothing remained but wet sniffles and embarrassing hiccups. He ran his thumb over your cheeks, collecting the moisture there in silence. It made you want to break, to tell him how your more deranged side wanted nothing more than to chain him up in the basement so that he would be forced to stay home, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t fair.

“M’gonna be alright pretty girl, s’not like it was before,” he said softly after some time.

Looking away from him, you nodded and tried to control the tears. Of course, Joel couldn’t know that, but there was no reason for you to make him worry any more that he already was by freaking out. You needed to be strong, you knew that, but the hormones running rampant throughout your body never seemed to get the memo.

“How?,” you broke, too terrified to let it go for his sake, “How is it not like before? There’s p-people out there k-killing our patrols and you have to be the one to go out there. Y-You Joel! And I c-can’t do anything about it. If you go missing I-I can’t, I won’t be able to…”

You trailed off, too overcome with emotion to continue down that dark path, but it was hard not to, especially when there was some truth to the statement. In the state you were in there was no way you would be able to pull off the miraculous rescue mission you had once before, there would be no going after him if something went wrong. Each time Joel and you were apart, bad things would happen, and you couldn’t help but feel like this was going to end the same. Except this time, he would be doomed.

“S’not like before because I’m not going alone, I have Tommy and as dumb as he can be, he knows what he’s doing,” Joel paused, placing a broad hand against your swollen belly, “S’not like before because of you and her, I’m not taking any chances. No way m’gonna miss this.”

“But what if -”

His index finger pressed against your lips, effectively silencing your doubts before they could take life. The seriousness of his gaze halted your defiance, with his big brown eyes drilling into the deepest corners of your heart with a single look.

“I’ve had two pups in my life and I’ve had to watch them both die. I didn’t even get to bury them. If you think for one second that I’m gonna let anything happen to me out there, that I’m not gonna be there for this baby, for you, then you’re crazy. There’s no buts baby, I’m gonna come home to ya,” he promised.

The way Joel said it was so definitive that it soothed your cries, sobering you to the reality of the man that held you so tightly to his chest. He was confident in his abilities because he had to be, he had to make it back because the other option was too unbearable for him. It would be as if he was failing his other children all over again, only this time in a different, more painful way. If he died, Joel would not only be leaving his unborn child without his care, but his pregnant mate as well, his pregnant mate that would then have to birth and raise said child alone. As much as you wanted to bemoan his involvement in patrols, there was no denying the determination of a man that had previously faced hell and survived.

“Okay,” you sniffed, his promise making the worries that were lurking around in your mind drift away.

Joel gave you a small smile, “Okay.”

He kissed you then, so softly that it almost made you cry again, and it was then that you felt the hardened length against your leg. Pulling away, you wiped your face and tried to ready yourself for another round. After pulling you into two consecutive releases, Joel had been left wanting, and you suddenly felt even more terrible than before. However, he batted you away when you reached for it.

“You didn’t get to cum,” you whined.

“Relax darling. Wasn’t about me, this was about you,” he said, batting away your wayward hands.

Joel kissed you softly, making a flurry of butterflies erupt from your chest. This man loved you, so much so that he would deny his own pleasure just to see make you happy, so much so that he would walk through fire just to get back to you, and it made you want to scream. As his lips parted from yours, you already missed them, but found yourself yawning instead of leaning back in. All of the pent up emotions and mind breaking orgasms had caught up, pulling at your heavy eyelids as you struggled to hold onto consciousness. Although you wanted to end the night fucking and cuddling with the man you loved, the lethargy that plagued your life as of late reared its head.

“C’mon, let’s get you fed and then we can go back to bed. Can’t have my girls starvin’ when there’s perfectly good food waiting for them,” he said, groaning as he lifted you from the couch.

At this rate, you had a feeling that Joel was going to be waddling almost as bad as you were by tomorrow. The muscles in his back were already strained by the hard labor he had been assigned to and he was only making it worse each time he lifted your swollen body, carrying you throughout the house as if he were a young man and you were not at least twenty pounds heavier than usual. Still, you didn’t say anything, having already been shot down the multiple times you had tried to remind the alpha throughout the pregnancy that you were perfectly capable of walking.

Joel kept you in his arms as the two of you ate and you had a feeling that it wasn’t just you that was nervous about tomorrow. Which was why you snuggled further into him, uncaring of the way his arms bumped into yours with every bite. When the bowls were empty, they were left on the table, a job that would be done tomorrow when the two of you weren’t exhausted. He carried you all the way to the bedroom, only releasing you so that you could go through your nighttime regiment alongside him. It was all so domestic, the way he gave you a goofy grin around a mouthful of foamy toothpaste as you prodded at a pimple on your chin, and it was perfect.

When you slid into bed alongside Joel, you were calmed, with his words and affection lulling you into a sense of security. He pulled you close to him, holding the bump between you like he was trying to make himself into a human shield. I love yous were exchanged, along with a flurry of kisses, until you were both too tired to do anything but look at each other with tired eyes. You slipped off first, but not before you heard him quietly repeat his promise into the stillness of the night.

“I’ll come home to ya honey, I promise.”

- Joel -

The blood stuck to the bottoms of his boots made him grimace and Joel made a mental note to scrub the infected gunk off of them before he went home. If you saw it, he knew that your hormone addled brain would lead you to immediately clean it, and he couldn’t have that. Although the first few months of your pregnancy were rocky, having fought through hell and back the entire time without knowing about the life inside, that didn’t mean he was willing to let the rest of it be the same. From the moment he knew about the budding life inside of you, he was adamant that his mate would be safe from being stained with the filth that came with the outside world.

“Christ almighty, look at this one,” Tommy called, pulling his attention away from his feet.

Joel walked towards his brother, careful not to trip over the plethora of bodies that were strewn about the carcass of the store. It was clear that a horde had come through, as they now laid hacked to pieces across the rotted floors, but that left a glaringly obvious question. Who had killed them? Who had left this present for a Jackson patrol to find? And, were they the same people that had been taking out their residents?

When Joel reached his brother, he looked down, gazing upon the sole body that didn’t look like it was overcome by the mind controlling fungus. He could see two bite marks on the woman’s thick forearms, but besides that, she was clear of infection. The single bullet wound between her eyes said it all. She had been bit and someone who cared enough to not let her turn had shot her, putting her out of an eternity of misery.

“This could be one of them,” Joel said.

Tommy hummed, “Could be, reckon that any more of them got bit?”

He shook his head in response. If they had shot her, they’d likely shoot anyone else that got bitten by the horde. That was the way the world worked and he hoped for his own sake that his own loved ones would be kind enough to do the same if the day ever came. His brother kneeled down to check the body for something, anything that might give them a hint as to who the woman was and he looked away. Tommy wouldn’t find anything, not if they were the group that Jackson was on the hunt for. They were too smart to leave anything on her for a patrol to find.

“Nothing,” his brother sighed.

Joel nodded, already heading back to the horses and leaving him behind. The group was likely long gone, held up in whatever hide out they had coveted for the last few months. A storm was coming, he could smell it in the air and feel it in the humidity that made his clothes stick to his form. The clouds above were bruised, darkening the sky and blocking out the summer sun as he strolled towards Rusty.

He briefly worried about you getting to your short shift at the clinic, half cocked fears about you falling against the slick ground or a bolt of lightning striking you down racing through him, but he shoved them away. It wasn’t even noon yet, meaning that Joel would be there to see you off. He could carry you there if need be. In fact, given his hormone fueled brain that screamed at him at all hours of the day to care for his mate, he would prefer it.

“Hey, wait up!,” Tommy called, jogging to keep up with his long strides, “Slow your roll big brother, we’ve still gotta check out the residential area up that way.

“Look at them storm clouds brewin’, you really think that’s a good plan?,” Joel asked, pointing at the dark patches in the sky as he did.

“You want to come back out here again today? Cus, that’s what’s gonna happen when we go back and try to explain to Maria that you went all squirrely over some rain,” his brother shot back, making him glare at him as he hopped onto his horse.

Joel sighed. It had only been about three hours since he left camp and already he missed you. This morning it had been unnecessarily difficult for him to let you go, with your hands glued to his shoulders to keep him stuck in place as you slept. He had almost wept when he had to peel them away, kissing both you and the swollen bump that was nestled between the two of you before he eased himself off of the bed.

And now, with Rusty trotting towards the dilapidated homes nearby, Joel burned with desire. A desire that was not inherently sexual, more so one that was attuned to every fiber of your being. After he had been taken by Paul’s men many months ago, you had mentioned that during that time you had felt his presence on this earth, as if your souls could track the movement of each other without even knowing it. And similarly, he had felt something of the sort when he was racing towards the church after you had sacrificed yourself for Cooper and Allie. Joel had never been one to believe in soul bonds but since meeting you, he had begun to change his mind.

However, it was only when you had become with child that those feelings had begun to take on even deeper meaning. Perhaps it was Joel’s past losses intermingling with his already heightened nervous system, or perhaps it was simply the alpha in him that demanded he pay extra attention to the people he was designed to protect, either way, each day he was driven mad by it. He could feel every bit of your discomfort and despair, calling out to him from miles away, and he was ready to tear through an army of infected to return to quell your fears.

“Hey, let’s pull off. We can leave ‘em here, I’ll take the right and you take the left. You get into any trouble, holler for me, alright?,” Tommy instructed, waiting for him to respond.

Joel nodded, shaking his head to clear out all of the hormone based thoughts that were fogging up his brain. The last thing he needed was to be distracted while he was exposed like this. As he hopped off the horse, he promised himself to remain on task, knowing that it was the only way he was going to be able to get home safely.

He tied Rusty next to his brother’s horse Boots, leaving the knot loose enough so that the stallion could run away if trouble came about but not so loose so that he would take off for no reason. Tommy followed suit, leaving Boots with a wide berth between him and the chestnut colored stallion so that he wouldn’t get kicked. Much to everyone’s disappointment, the only beings that could coral the finicky horse were you and Joel, leaving him with only two possible riders despite the growing populace of Jackson that could use him. Joel patted his nose before he left, as if to say he understood the feeling.

Tommy parted from him, veering off towards the houses on the right so that he could poke around. Joel followed his lead, carefully examining the buildings to the left. Most of them were broken beyond repair, too run down to house anything other than rotting wood that stunk in the summer heat, but he did find a pair of scissors that could be of use. He sped through the remainder of the homes, not seeing anything other than the carcass of life before the outbreak, until he finally reached his last one.

Stilling at the entrance, Joel felt all the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up. Something or someone was in here, he could feel it in the way his gut twisted with the indescribable feeling of incoming doom. He stepped back from the doorway, giving himself some space as he went over his options. Just as he landed on the more subtle approach, a voice from behind him rang through the air.

“Hey! All clear over this way, let’s get going before - OH SHIT!,” Tommy shouted, his voice overpowered by the screech that came from within the home, along with the sound of a feral beast sprinting towards his brother at top speed.

Joel cussed and pulled the gun from around his back, barely managing to switch the safety off before the runner was a mere four feet away from him. He shot once, making it stumble back as the bullet slammed through its chest, then again, this time getting it right between the eyes. The runner fell back against the ground, letting out a few hard twitches before it finally stilled.

“Holy fuck,” Tommy swore, jogging up from behind to have a look at the corpse.

Joel hummed, too distracted to respond to his brother’s surprise. The runner was freshly infected. No visible bite marks could be seen across its body, meaning that whoever the man was, he had likely hidden it before going off to succumb by himself. But that was not what Joel was focused on. He couldn’t care less that these assholes were too stupid to deal with the hordes that came through Jackson from time to time. What distracted him was how familiar the guy looked, yet he couldn’t quite place him.

“What? You know this guy or something?,” the younger man asked, noticing how intensely Joel was studying his face.

Did Joel know this man? He didn’t think so, although the way alarm bells were going off in his brain told him otherwise. Racking through his many years of disastrous decisions, he tried to place him amongst the numerous moments where he had fucked up, but he couldn’t. The man was slight, with olive skin and dark hair that was slightly matted, likely from time spent away from the luxuries of grooming. He reeked of a stifling mix of body odor and incense, another clue that had Joel scratching the back of his head. He had seen the man somewhere, somewhere where the air had been thick with the same stench of burning herbs, but he couldn’t remember where.

“I don’t know, I think I do, but for the life of me I can't figure out where from,” Joel admitted, cursing his aging brain for being unable to recall as it once had.

Tommy cussed, “Shiiit, alright. Well, let’s get going then, I don’t wanna stick around if there’s more of your old buddies hanging around here waiting for ya.”

“Buddies,”Joel mumbled, rolling his eyes as he turned back towards the horses.

Whoever the man was, he had never been a friend. Joel could tell by the way a cold sweat had already broken out on his back, making him shudder as he hastened his pace. By the time he got back to Rusty, he was ready to kick the stallion into high gear, galloping the rest of the way home to escape the pit that was forming in his stomach, but mother nature had other ideas.

The first drop hit Joel’s nose as he seated himself atop of his horse, making him scrunch up his face as he wiped it off. However, it was followed by a second and third that darkened his shirt, leading to an all out downpour by the time they had trotted back from whence they came. The skies had opened up in seconds, the rain pounding against his back as he squinted to see three feet in front of him. Even Rusty, with his superior vision and tact for withstanding harsh weather, was getting nervous from the winds that whipped through the trees.

“- and we’re gonna have to pull off! I can’t see jackshit!,” Tommy shouted over a crack of thunder, the start of his sentence completely cut off by the boom.

Joel nodded and followed his brother closely, squinting to keep his figure in sight amidst the storm that had begun out of nowhere. Tommy pulled off at a small tavern at the other side of town, one that had a hole already blown into the side of it that allowed them to ride their horses straight in without having to leave them out in the howling wind. With his head finally saved from the severe beating the weather was giving it outside, Joel sighed, reaching forward to pat Rusty in thanks before he slid off of his back.

“God damn, I ain’t never seen it come on like that before,” his brother laughed, wringing the water from his drenched shirt.

He didn’t answer, too busy peeking around to make sure they were completely alone inside of the rundown bar. Aside from the moss that crawled up the walls and the half used bottles still lined up on the shelves, the place was safe. Dusting the seat of one of the few salvageable booths left behind, Joel plopped himself down to wait out the storm. From where he sat, all he could see was sheets of rain sliding off of the roof, hitting the cracked pavement so hard that he could hear the heavy slap of its weight.

A flash of lightning struck one of the trees across the road, followed by a loud bang that made him jump in his seat. Sighing, Joel looked back down at the table, annoyed that he was stuck in this place while you were up to God knows what at home. It was probably a little after ten in the morning, which meant that you would be awake and likely doing some sort of task that would make him sick with worry. He was so riled up at the thought of it that he nearly launched himself out of the booth, the only thing keeping him back was the knowledge that going out in the storm and getting hurt would not do anyone any good. Still, with his scent soured with worry, his brother immediately picked up on his uneasiness and slid into the other side of the booth.

“Penny for your thoughts?,” Tommy tried, keeping his tone light despite the pungent scent that was likely burning his nostrils.

Joel shook his head, unsure of what to say. What could he tell him? That he was glued to you not so much out of fear anymore, but out of some primal need to protect what was his. He no longer feared being a father again, as weird as that sounded coming from him. Instead, he now feared the possibility of that bright future that seemed within his reach being cruelly taken away.

“Ya know, if you’re having doubts about being a dad again, I can tell ya that I -”

Joel cut in, “I ain’t got no doubts.”

Tommy widened his eyes, looking surprised before his face relaxed into a small smile. His brother nodded, beaming at him as he sat back in his seat.

“So? Why are you acting like someone pissed in your cornflakes?,” Tommy asked.

Joel sighed and leaned back, unsure of whether he wanted to get into it with his brother at that moment. However, as the storm only worsened outside, it seemed like he was out of any other option, so he began.

“She is… the love of my life and now she’s having my kid. That used to scare me but not anymore, now I’m scared of something else, something even worse” Joel stammered.

Tommy nodded, silently urging him to continue.

“Now, I’m scared of…,” he paused, gathering himself before he continued, “What if it happens again? What if, I get the life I wanted, I get to be a parent again with someone who is my best fucking friend, and it all just goes away. What then? I can’t - There’s nothing - What do I do?!”

Joel watched as his brother’s face fell, the corner of his mouth losing that signature smirk that both pissed him off and comforted him at the same time. All at once, he felt ashamed, like he should’ve kept his big mouth shut rather than blather on about his incessant fears. Of course, he knew that Tommy was familiar with loss. Afterall, it wasn’t just him that had lost Sarah. Nonetheless, losing a child was a different sort of pain, one that Jackson had protected him from ever having to become acquainted with.

“Listen, I can’t tell the future, so I ain’t gonna make any grand promises about knowing what’ll happen,” his brother started, “But I do know this. There’s no way that your kid is going anywhere anytime soon. Not this time.”

He reared his head back like he had been slapped, suddenly angered by his brother’s nonchalance. How could Tommy possibly think that? Especially when he knew better than anyone how cruel the world could be. Hell, having been a marine before the outbreak ever started, he probably knew of the world’s cruelty longer than Joel. Still, when the younger man raised his hand he halted the insults that were on the tip of his tongue, begrudgingly giving him the benefit of the doubt. Tommy leaned forward, almost like he was about to tell him a secret and Joel couldn’t help but lean in as well.

“That lady of yours scares the fuck out of me,” he started, making Joel guffaw, “You say Maria is terrifying? Try talking to that feral little thing when it has anything to do with you. She practically ripped me a new one when I tried to put you with Stan for patrols. Said it was either me or she’d be going herself.”

Not once had you ever mentioned doing that for him. Joel had never even heard that a switch had ever been possible, he had just assumed Tommy’s schedule happened to line up with his. Looking back, he realized how stupid that was, especially when his brother seemed to always be rushing from one place to the next, as if his shifts conflicted with one another every week.

“Not to mention when I asked her about moving closer into town. She told me that if I took you guys away from your home, she would burn mine to the ground, said it right to my face like it was nothing. It wasn’t even my idea! Maria had asked because of how far of a walk it is to the clinic,” Tommy exclaimed.

A true belly laugh came from Joel, making his brother’s mouth fall open at the sound of it. He couldn’t help it, not when he was imagining the younger man’s terror at his spitfire of a mate threatening him within an inch of his life. The thing was, he also knew that you were probably being serious. As unhinged as Joel could be, the two of you went tit for tat, meaning that he could perfectly envision you standing in front of the burning house with your hands around your swollen belly, a smile on your face as you turned to waddle back home.

“Joel,” his brother sighed, the exasperation in his voice breaking him from his fit of giggles.

He wiped his eyes, focusing back on the beta as tried to calm himself down.

“That pup is going to have two parents who would do anything for them, anything. The two of you are… Well, what else is there to say? You’ve met your match Joel, which is why I know that the kid is gonna be fine. Christ, whatever’s out there should probably be terrified of the little hellspawn y’all are about to let loose on the world,” his brother joked.

Joel rolled his eyes, ignoring the last part to appreciate the sentiment. Currently, you were out of commission, as the pregnancy had left you unable to move around to any great degree. Nevertheless, the second that the baby was born, he knew that you would do anything for her, just as you once had for him. It was part of the reason he loved you so much. Maybe his brother was right, maybe his family would be safe this time, as this time he was not the only one that was willing to do anything to protect it.

“Did she really say she was gonna burn your house down?,” Joel piped up after a while.

Tommy solemnly nodded, “When I tried to explain that we were just worried about her giving birth and y’all having a newborn so far away from the clinic, she told me that she was gonna send ME to the clinic if I didn’t leave her the fuck alone.”

Joel chuckled, shaking his head as he dreamily sighed, “Fuck, I love her so much.”

And he did, so much so that he wasn’t even bothered by you threatening his brother. Tommy was a big boy and plus, you knew how much Joel hated being around the busier parts of Jackson. He preferred a quiet life with you, in the oasis that the two of you shared away from the rest of the residents. Plus, he also knew how much blood, sweat, and tears you had poured into turning the place into something special.

Tommy smiled, shaking his head at the hearts in Joel’s eyes, “Well, as scary as that woman is, I can tell you one thing, I am grateful for her. She did something I never thought possible.”

“What’s that?,” he asked, curiosity pulling him from his obsessive thoughts about the woman he loved.

“When you left here, I was sure that you were going to go kill yourself in them woods. That’s why I made you meet with me twice a year, to make sure my brother wasn’t going to die on me,” Tommy admitted.

Joel winced at the pain in his baby brother’s voice.

“I didn’t -”

Tommy waved him off, taking a steadying breath before he continued.

“The Joel that left Jackson last time was no better than the infected, just walking through life on complete autopilot. Last time I saw you before winter, you were a ghost, but now I’ve got my brother back. She brought you back to us, to yourself! I can’t thank her enough,” he finished.

Joel swallowed hard, clearing his throat to try to dislodge the lump he found there. Everything Tommy had said was true, you were the only person that was able to pull him out of the deepest pit he had ever been in. And you had done so without even having to try. The love you showed him came naturally, just as it had for him when he finally stopped fighting it.

“Tommy look, I know that we haven’t talked much about it but I need to say this to ya once, before I lose my nerve,” Joel rambled, throat thick with emotion, “I’m sorry for what I did before I left, what I said about your family, all of it. None of it was true, I was just looking for a fight.”

His brother nodded knowingly, giving him a sad yet understanding look as he tried to keep his own emotions in check. Joel couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain he had caused his brother, especially now that he had a baby on the way himself. If Tommy had said those types of things about you, about his unborn child, Joel wasn’t sure if he could ever forgive him, which was why he didn’t expect him to respond.

“I know. And I ain’t mad at ya for it no more so stop beating yourself up about it. Me and you? We’re square. Just promise me you’ll keep that mate of yours from committing any acts of arson or battery in town, Jackson don’t take too kindly to that sort of thing,” the younger man joked.

They both laughed and the tension washed away with the rain, allowing them both to take a calming breath.

Joel held up three fingers, “Scout’s honor.”

“You were never in the scouts,” Tommy pointed out.

“Fuck, guess you’re out of luck then,” he shot back.

The two of them broke out into another round of raucous laughter, almost forgetting that they were stuck in some god forsaken dilapidated bar as they waited out the storm. They fell into a comfortable silence afterwards, one that was mixed with bouts of small talk about kids or home renovations. Never in Joel’s life did he think that he’d be able to do this, to be a brother again, but he supposed that it was like Tommy pointed out, he had you to thank for that. When it was finally time to go, he practically glided back to his horse, too excited to see you to hide the smile on his face as he saddled up.

By the time the storm had passed, it was well past noon, meaning that you would be at the clinic stitching up cuts and learning how to catch certain symptoms from the patients that arrived. Part of the reason Joel was so okay with you still working was the fact that you were literally under the watchful eye of the town doctor, while the other part remembered how you had said that you once wished you could be a doctor. There was no way he was going to stand in the way of that, not when he knew how much it had hurt the teenage version of you to have that dream ripped away, doomed to a life as a housewife. Still, that didn’t mean Joel couldn’t swing by to bug you as you worked. In fact, now that he thought of it, he did have an awfully bad headache that only one person could fix.

Seeing the walls of Jackson was like seeing the gates of heaven, or at least he thought so as he raced towards home, towards you. He ignored the few groups that were leaving as they came in, too focused on veering the horse towards the stables to ask why they were leaving in such a rush. Even when he reached the stable and noticed that all of the other horses were uncharacteristically in use, the air smelling distinctly of cleaning supplies as he led Rusty into his stall, he still didn’t think anything of it.

It was only when Joel left the stalls, coming face to face with the hardened expression of his sister in law as she spoke to Tommy in a low voice that he knew something was wrong. The anxiousness he had been feeling back in town reared its ugly head, making him swallow back bile as he stumbled towards the pair. Tommy whipped around to face him, the fear and pity on his face evident as he did, and Joel felt like the sky was falling for what must’ve been the millionth time in his life. There was only one reason they would be looking at him like that.

“Please, please just tell me,” Joel begged, uncaring of how desperate he sounded.

Tommy looked at Maria, getting a subtle nod from her that made his stomach twist.

“She’s gone Joel, someone’s taken her.”

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