#i said this morning that one of my eyes was swollen half shut? that one got better but now the other one is swelling

[liar-remastered-2011]

oh my god i'm seriously going to explode

[mattybsgroupie]

mornings | matt sturniolo

contents: established relationship; p in v; creampie; praising; soft dom!matt

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notes: hi! i'm back! the last few weeks were extremely challenging for my mental health BUT i'm feeling much better now and finally got the motivation to write again. unfortunately, this was not requested, but i felt like i needed to write something lighter and softer (and super short and not proofread as usual lmao) before fully coming back. thank you for being so patient, i love you all so much and i hope you enjoy this one!

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i sighed deeply as i heard my alarm ringing early in the morning. matt groaned when i turned in bed to shut the loud noise down, leaving his arms for a few seconds before coming back and curling myself up under the blankets, trying to get five more minutes of rest with matt spooning me.

his sleep was always deep, but the moments in between his dreams and him waking up were the ones that bothered him the most. matt always had to come closer and hold me in order to fully wake up. this time, however, a still sleepy matt started kissing my shoulder from behind, mumbling something none of us could understand.

“morning babe” i said, resting my hand over his and tightening the hug. matt didn’t respond and kept on leaving pecks over my neck before reaching to my ear, slowly biting it. i rubbed my eyes with my free hand, yawning before speaking again “we’re gonna be late”.

matt brought his hips closer, allowing me to feel his half-hard cock through the sweaters. he slowly moved his hand to my shirt, massaging my covered breasts. i sunk my teeth on my bottom lip when his thumb brushed over my nipple, teasing me as he kept his eyes shut, not doing any effort to properly wake up.

“matt, i’m serious, we need to get up”, i complained, pretending to be in a rush.

“shh” he shushed me, fingers going to my lips as a sign to stay quiet. i knew i was gonna give in at any second, the wetness between my legs starting to grow as i gave a long lick on his index before putting it inside of my mouth. i let my tongue rest on his digit, gradually sliding it to the back of my mouth. i felt his breath getting heavier as the grip on my boobs grew stronger, his kisses turning into love bites. “you’re getting me all worked up” he whispered, the tent in his pants now poking my covered ass.

matt took my wrist and led my hand to his boner, allowing me to palm his full hard-on through his pajamas. he gasped when i wrapped my fingers on his clothed shaft, teasing rather than jerking him off. with his usual impatience, matt grabbed my waist with both of his hands, flipping me over and making me face him, our chests glued to each other.

i couldn't bring myself to say anything, completely astonished by his beauty - his messy hair, blue eyes, pouty lips. i brought my palms to his face, cupping his cheeks and sealing our lips in a desperate, hungry kiss. matt quickly slid his tongue in, swirling it around mine and filling the bedroom with our lewd, wet sounds.

“matt” i muffled “i need you so bad”

“yeah?” he said, hands going to my waistband before entering my pants and groping my ass “my needy girl” matt continued as he squeezed my flesh and sucked my neck, soon reaching my still covered breasts.

“wanting my cock so early in the morning?” i nodded vigorously, eager eyes expecting his next move. matt tugged my pants down my legs and removed my shirt, tossing it somewhere around the room before taking off his own pajamas, both of us lying naked next to each other.

we came closer, locking our legs together, allowing our parts to meet as matt hid his face in the crook of my neck while i wrapped my arms around his shoulders, kissing every inch of skin i could reach. he pumped his own cock a few times before bringing it to my aching pussy, rubbing my swollen clit with his tip. i moaned from the sudden contact, moving my hips forward to get more friction. “so eager for me aren’t you?”, he said as he positioned himself on my entrance, his leaking tip making my hole even wetter.

i squeezed my eyes shut as i felt matt’s cock entering me and stretching my walls. “so fucking tight, s-shit” he groaned, taking way too long to fill me up. we stood like that for a moment, matt allowing me to get comfortable with his size before i started moving, whining in frustration.

“use your words, princess” he spoke as he kissed my neck. “haven’t even fucked you and already can’t talk?”

“matt, gosh” i said as he bucked his hips forward, the swollen veins of his dick rubbing inside of me. “fuck, you’re so fucking good” i praised him, receiving a muffled moan from him in response.

“taking me so well sweetie, doing so good for me” matt said as his pace became faster, slapping his bare skin against mine, searching for his own high. i threw my head back when he hit my sweet spot, letting my mouth hang open as my pussy clenched “that’s it, good girl”.

i could feel matt’s sweat dripping as he mindlessly pounded into me, working hard to make us cum together, “feel so fucking good around my cock baby, fuck” he whispered and i felt his cock twitching inside of me.

“matt— close” i whimpered, digging my nails deep into his back. 

“already?” he teased with a smirk, as if he wasn’t about to bust. i rolled my eyes at the joke, quickly losing my senses as i felt the knot on my lower belly tightening. “‘m gonna cum!”

“no need to ask princess” he panted, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he got closer. “cum for me. c’mon, make a mess for me baby” 

 i felt his release filling me, throwing me over the edge with his thick spurt painting my walls white. our orgasms came at once, washing us over in pleasure as i trembled on him, matt groaning with the pressure on his cock.

matt, still sleepy, took longer to recover than i did. he closed his eyes after he came, panting heavily while hugging my waist.

“babe” i called. “i’m serious now, we gotta get up”.

“i don’t care” he said, snuggling onto me. “just five more minutes, please”

i knew i shouldn’t, but i gave in. i rested my head on his chest, feeling his warm embrace. five minutes wouldn’t make that much of a difference — i was already late, anyways.

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[soggyriceee]

strawberry | Konig nsfw

| this one is a smut, but also angst. basically, Konig gets you to use your safe word for the very first time after being gone for a year in the German base. so, I hope you all enjoy :) |

warnings: rough sex, crying (not good kind) angst, aggressive konig, not edited, will be edited in the morning

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Konig was always gentle during sex. and it a hundred percent had to do with the fact he was literally twice your height and then some. yes he left hickeys, small small bruises on your hips from his grasp, left your legs a bit wobbly. but those were normal considering his size. and even when you reassured him you liked that, he would always apologize profusely, getting you anything you need for hours and hours after.

but tonight, he was a whole other man. he wasn't the same kind and giving Konig. and to an extent you liked the new dominance, the new aggression. it was hot.

until it wasn't.

Konig had been between your legs, fingering and eating you out for about an hour. he was hungry, and not for edible food. he was hungry for you. that sweet pussy of yours, your tight cunt gripping his fingers or dick. he missed it while he was back in Germany for some mission he had given you little information about. all you knew was he was in the middle of Germany, killing potential threats.

already you had came 4 times (that he allowed). he was so pussy drunk, he hadn't realized the tears that brimmed those pretty eyes. in fact, his eyes were closed, his lower half grinding into the bed. you were sure he had already came in his pants at least twice at this point. he would occasionally whimper into you pussy, his hips moving faster against the bed. " fuck ive missed this pussy maus.. you dont even understand." he said into your drenched cunt. a mix of saliva and cum ran down your legs, a big puddle underneath the both of you.

"k-konig can we.. take a break please." you cried from above, your legs shaking despite his mouth simply on your thighs, leaving more and more marks. he nipped at the soft flesh of yours after those words came out, a low growl leaving his lips. " how dare you ask such a question?" he rose, pulling his pants down. and you were right.

his dick was layered in his cum, more of it dripping out from the tip. he was so agonizingly hard, he couldnt bare to fuck into the bed anymore. he needed what he dreamt of every night since leaving. and he needed it now. "imma fuck my babies into you liebling.. make you swollen with them." he said, almost to himself, as he grabbed the base of him, looking down at your pussy.

as much as you wanted him to rearrange your guts, you were drained. he had made you so overstimulated, you could barely form thoughts. it was hard trying to even raise your head from the pillow. but he didnt care. he hadn't realized it before, but as much as he does want to cherish your body like its a rare piece of art from olden times, worth millions of dollars, he loved seeing you fucked out just as much. he loved seeing how he had complete control over your body and there was nothing you could do. it sparked a whole new person in him, one that you were quickly growing scared of.

before you could process his tip sliding slowly into you with ease, his hips were already slamming into yours, his balls hitting your cum soaked ass with so much force, the sound filled the room. your hands clutched onto his shoulders for dear life, your eyes squeezing shut. " you look so fucking pretty maus.. so fucking pretty. all fucked out like this.. shit~" he groaned, his eyes watching your face twist in what he believed was pleasure.

and for a bit it was. until he raised your leg all the way up, leaving the other down. your leg fell over his shoulder and your arms flopped to your side. he was hitting directly at your cervix and it hurt. but he was in so much pleasure. his head fell back as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his lips spitting out dirty phrases in both English and German.

and of course, being away from sex for a year, Konig was beyond sensitive. he came for the first time within the first few thrusts, his head falling into your bruised breasts, whimpering out how good it feels. but that didnt stop him. he kept going.

his hand found its way to your throat, gripping it unintentionally hard. with the mix of tears and now the shortness of breath, it was all a lot on your body physically. Konig had gotten to carried away inside your pussy, the way it sucked him back in. "fuck maus.. your s-so wet.. im close again~" he whimpered, his lips latching to your breasts to find space to mark it yet again.

at this point you were literally going in and out of vision. his grip on you grew tighter as he released yet another load into you. you too felt your pussy leaking, unaware of the knot that was in your stomach. you were feeling too many things at once that you ended up going completely numb. you whimpered below him, trying to find anything to get him to realize that you needed a break. but the tears that fell from your eyes only made him wanna fuck you more.

he slid out, watching the mixture of cum literally pour out of you. your thighs were soaked and red from the constant biting and nibbling a few moments ago. your face was red as well from the lack of oxygen. he let go of your neck, licking his lips as if he was deciding what to do with you next. all he knew, was that he wanted to keep fucking you.

he grabbed your legs and pressed them together and into your chest. immediately you felt his dick slide right in, going at his fast pace yet again. "k-konig please- I-i cant" you managed to choke out, your head hitting the bed frame with each thrust he gave you. this was when the fun for you ended. it only made him more and more horny, seeing you tap out so soon after he began to fuck you.

the look in his eyes was not the same look when he came home, a huge bouquet of flowers in his hand as he ran up to you, lifting you off the ground and placing kisses all over your face. no. this look was dangerous. it was almost like it was the same look he had on the battle field.

his hand went back to your throat, his head tilting to the side slightly. "shut up a-and fucking.. take it. I know.. you missed this a-as much as me." he growled, moving his hips only faster and deeper. but you couldnt take it. you truly couldnt take it.

by the time you felt your 6th orgasm approaching, you began to see white light in the corners of your eyes, and you knew you were truly at your limit. "s-strawberry" you tried to say as loud as you could. but the sounds of your cunt and konigs whimpers, he couldnt hear you. his thrusts kept going until you felt him release inside you again, his grip on your throat enough to snap your throat. and at that same time, what you though was impossible happened. you had the most painful orgasm ever, your body feeling like it was going to shut down entirely. it was like you had nothing else to give.

""fuck libeling.. gimme one more.. be a good girl." he whispered breathlessly, his hips beginning to once again, move. this time slower but still deep. but you physically couldn't take it.

once you felt yourself begin to doze off from the lack of oxygen and overstimulation, you were finally able to coherently and loudly say, 'strawberry'.

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you woke up about a half hour later, your throat sore and body just as sore. you tried to turn but your legs gave you a painful sign to stay put. thats when it all came back what had happened. of course, it made tears well up in your eyes. you'd just seen a side of Konig you never thought you'd see. a side of him he kept hidden from you.

you stayed completely still, looking into nothing until you heard sniffles coming from the floor behind you. of course, you tried to move but it hurt. but eventually you were able to turn to your side, a few pained moans leaving you every now and then. thats when your eyes landed on Konig sitting on the floor, head in his hands as tears seeped through his fingers.

"Konig?" you said, wincing right after. but he didnt look up. he kept his head in his hands, his chest rising and falling quick. and you knew what this was. you'd been with him for so long, you knew exactly what he was going through based off his body. but as much as you wanted to help him, you genuinely couldnt feel your legs. "please come here.. I cant get up. let me hold you." you said, reaching your hand out. but still, nothing.

you felt a pain in your chest watching him like this, unable to do anything. you wanted to help him, reassure him that everything is okay. but words only do so much for him, he needed you to physically show him everything was okay. "Konig please I-" "I h-hurt you. im s-so s-sorry." he spoke out, hyperventilating throughout all. he began to rock on the floor, crying harder into his hands.

hearing him cry, it made you want to cry with him. especially since, you couldnt do anything but try and talk to him. "Konig please." you tried reasoning with him. but he couldnt get himself off the floor. thats when you decided to drag yourself off the bed, no matter how much pain you felt. you knew that yes you needed help too, but you weren't gonna get any if your help was having a panic attack.

once you got to the end of the bed, you crawled off of it slowly, your hands hitting the ground first, legs second. you groaned at the light impact, but still dragged yourself over to Konig. he was shaking when you got to him, his cries not stopping, even when you rested your hand on his foot. "Konig please stop crying.. look im okay. im alive." "but you almost weren't." he was looking up now. seeing his red puffy eyes broke your heart. and seeing you, looking lifeless and not responding to him made him even more worried for you than you were for him. the only thing that kept him going was your pulse, and barely that.

"I-i almost k..killed-" he couldnt finish his sentence before sobbing into his hands again, shaking his head. your head dropped, you didnt know what to say. you'd never experienced this issue with Konig, with anyone before. you'd never had to use your safe word and you never expected to. "Konig.. can you look at me?" you finally spoke, your voice stern.

he looked up at you, wiping his eyes. " it was an experience, okay? yes it was scary and yes it could've gone wrong. but it was a could've situation, not a did happen situation. as much as I want to help you feel better, I cant do that if I cant see you, and talk to you like I am now." your hand took his, squeezing gently. he sniffled and nodded, looking straight into you. " right now, I need help too. so lets help each other feel better." you said, smiling softly at him.

he looked down at your neck, some of the hickies leaving behind dried blood or bite marks. some even both. his heart dropped as he ran his eyes down your body again, the thsirt he put on you the second he realized you had passed out, barely covering the similar marks on your thighs. "im.. im so sorry maus.." he whispered, shaking his head.

you smiled and grabbed his face, leaning in as slow as you could as to not hurt yourself, leaving small kisses on his cheek. " I love you Konig, okay? you got a bit carried away. you've been gone a year. its normal. unexpected, but I understand. just please, next time-" "ill treat you like your made of glass libeling." he finished, grabbing your face.

Konig knew deep down, he'd never forgive himself for this. for putting you in danger like that, for turning into the man he was on the battlefield. he'd never forgive himself, no matter how many times you told him it was okay. it wasn't. and he felt worse about being the one on the floor crying instead of showering you in love.

he stood, grabbing you with such ease into his arms, flipping you bridal style. you clung to his neck, smiling at him. "lets go give you a bath, ill order your favorite food. or I can cook. then we can watch that show you've been watching. we can do anything you want maus.. I love you." he said, walking towards the connected bathroom.

and you both did just that. the rest of the night you stayed in, cuddling and watching your favorite shows. as bedtime grew closer for you both, he began to clean the marks along your body, kissing each one and apologizing after them all. he felt so bad, and he was willing to go above and beyond, and even then some, to make you feel like the beautiful princess you were.

[hiddenzev]

Second Confession: Part 3

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Chapter Summary: The aftermath of the confession

Chapter Warnings - Angst, One-sided love, Unrequited Love, Idiots in Love, (let me know if i missed anything)

WC: 5.4K

series masterlist , AO3

A/N: Sorry for the late update, something terrible happened during the week which put me out of the writing momentum I was in. Love all the comments that you guys left and I appreciate it a lot. Hope yall love this chapter as well because I don't know how to feel about it really because my imagination just runs wild sometimes and it kinda went off the rails here. Thank you! <3

You slam the door to your house shut and went up to your bedroom. You throw yourself on the bed and bury your face in the pillow, crying your eyes out. His words are replaying in your head.

“Without them, you’re just another person in Jackson that I don’t give a fuck about”

“We’re in the apocalypse and you’re out here telling me about your little crush on me”

“I thought you’re better than this”

You didn’t expect for it to be this painful. You were up all night tossing and turning in your bed, replaying the whole scene in your head. Not only that, you don’t know how to face him after this. It’s going to be real awkward from here on out. The depressing night ended with you falling asleep for only 2 hours after all that crying.

Awkward tension filled the breakfast table the next day. Only sound of chewing and the utensils hitting the plates can be heard. It’s obvious that you had a rough night. You woke up with swollen eyes and dried tears all over your face. You were so emotionally wrecked and you were conflicted whether to show up for breakfast or not. However, your pride does not allow you to miss the breakfast and allow Joel to think that he got the best of you. You did not expect to yearn for sunglasses so much in the apocalypse.

Ellie had been glancing at you since you sat down at the table. You had your hair covering half of your face to hide your red swollen eyes. She looks over to Tommy and Maria to see whether they will say anything about it but they are clearly giving you some space and time if you needed to talk about it yourself. Ellie couldn’t handle it anymore as expected from her impatience.

“Have you been crying?” She genuinely asks you.

You know she meant well and she didn’t know what happened last night but you just wished that she would not bring it up at the table. You see a glimpse of Joel out of the corner of your eyes turning his head slowly to look at you. You tried to hide more of your face by staring down at your food.

“No. Just had an allergic reaction this morning, It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You said in a calm tone to hide your embarrassment.

“Oh, I didn’t know you have an allergy,” she asks curiously.

“Yeah I have a dust allergy, it’s minor, really, that’s why I didn’t bother telling anyone about it,” you do actually have the allergy but you just lied to cover up the real reason you have those eyes during breakfast.

Everyone just quietly finish their breakfast after that before parting ways for their own respective duties. You can tell from their concerned faces that they wanted to talk more with you but they let it go for now. Luckily for you, you didn’t have to face Joel for any of the duties that day. You take that opportunity to distract yourself with your duties to ensure that your thoughts are more rational and that you are not high on emotions like before.

For the next couple of days, you focus on doing the things you like so that your thoughts don’t stray away to Joel. You catch up on reading again which you have stopped for a few weeks prior due to your overwhelming thoughts of Joel. You busied yourself with more chores and did extra hours of shift duties. Certain things in your house reminds you of him like your wood carvings and your collection of items that you saved for him. You put those away out of your sight to help you out.

You try to tune out the sound of the guitar when he’s playing it which strangely, he’s been playing it every night recently and for much longer than usual. It makes you fall asleep peacefully with thoughts of him before you close your eyes and even after you wake up in the morning. It’s difficult to just stop thinking about someone that you were so obsessed about for a long time but you hope it will go away gradually as time passes by.

Eventually, everyone in the circle (basically just Tommy, Ellie and Maria) knew about what happened. They knew something was up when your eyes don’t light up as it used to when Joel is mentioned. Also, you can’t lie for shit. You were awkward and stuttering when they ask you about Joel.

You told them everything that happened that night as best as you could remember. Your good heart tried to defend some of what Joel said that you thought were true and they scolded you for it saying you must have lost your mind. Yes, he could be nicer to you but you can’t deny that you took that risk knowing he’s going to be mean. But whatever. You can’t change what happened. Needless to say, they were so mad at Joel for how he had rejected you. They don’t blame him for not reciprocating your feelings but they were hoping he could be gentle about it. You don’t know if they confronted him after that and you couldn’t care less at that time.

The day that you are dreading has come to haunt you. It’s patrol day with the person that broke your heart. You wake up earlier than your usual patrol day to ready yourself to spend almost half of the day with Joel since that painful conversation. You remind yourself to stay strong and just focus on the important tasks that you need to do. You don’t want to be weak in front of him and give him the upper hand.

The time comes for you to make your way to the ranch. You lock your door and as usual, has to walk down the street, passing by Joel’s house. What you didn’t expect is to see him getting out of the house as you pass by. He would have already been at the ranch by now normally. You are slightly annoyed and panicking knowing he’s going to be walking behind you this morning. You don’t like that he’s going to be eyeing you and you don’t want to know what he’s thinking about.

Usually the quiet streets in the early morning is very serene to you but now it's torturing to be able to hear his footsteps faintly behind you. You walk slightly faster than usual to quickly end this misery. Thankfully, you reach the ranch with no complications. You quickly busy yourself with checking your horse and make sure everything is set and ready to go. You barely look at Joel to see what he is up to until the both of you make your way to the gates.

He's leading the way as always and he looks back at you to see if you're ready to go. You stare at him with a cold look in your eyes before giving him a stiff nod reluctantly. His eyes linger on your face before he turns to ride out of the gates.

The tension is the same as the first patrol with him or maybe even higher. The other patrols after the first, were full of you rambling and cracking jokes to fill the silence with him giving you an annoyed look. Different than those days, you do not bother to ease the tension.

The landscape is bathing in the warm glow of the rising sun. The rich scent of nature surrounding the both of you hits you strongly. Unlike the relationship between you and Joel, the sounds of nature are peaceful and has a harmonious symphony.

Joel who is leading the way, steals some glances at you time to time. You try not to be affected by it.

“We’ll stop by the cabin soon.” He states in his husky voice without looking back at you.

You do not reply to what he said knowing there’s no use of it. After a short travel, the cabin comes to sight in a distance. Both of you get off of the horses and check the surroundings before tying the horses to a nearby, sturdy tree. You follow Joel to get in the cabin. Both of you check everything that is needed to be checked before agreeing to have a short break.

You sit at one end of the sofa while Joel sits at the other end. You take out the lunch and drink that you packed from your bag. You fill up your stomach as you lean back on the sofa. Joel eats his sandwich in silence with his arms on his knees. Halfway through your meal, he speaks unexpectedly surprising you.

“Did you have a good sleep?” He asks while chewing on his food.

You turned your head to look at him, not believing what you just heard. He don’t make small talk at all, not once to you, so you are wondering why he’s acting like this all of a sudden.

“Yeah.” You replied him with a questioning tone, not used to him asking you something personal.

He keeps his eyes on the sandwich he’s holding and nods his head after hearing what you said. You take this chance to see whether he will answer you.

“How about you?” You mumble in a low voice, not sure how he would respond.

“Not bad.” He murmurs, still eating his food.

You stare at him for a moment, taking in this rare moment of him being somewhat calm with you. With his patchy salt and pepper beard, a nose that you believe to be specifically sculpted by God, curls that makes you want to tangle your hands in, it makes the walls that you built for the past couple of days to crumble down just by looking at him. It’s so unfair that you still have a soft spot for him in your heart and you’re afraid that any little thing that he do will make you forgive him.

You finishes your meal and lean your head back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. You hear the sound of him storing his food back into his bag before you feel him move slightly through the sofa. In the meantime, you just study the ceiling while everything else just fades in the background. You find the room is silent after getting out of the trance that you were in.

You look to your side to see Joel is staring at you. Has he been staring at you the whole time? Your eyes connect for a few seconds before he look down at his hands. Your heart stupidly starts to beat faster knowing he was staring at you intently. Your body betrays you by blushing a little from his gaze.

He licks his lips nervously while looking everywhere else but you. You sit up feeling the nervousness that he is portraying. You look at him waiting as he seems to want to say something.

“Umm…about what you said the other night…” he fiddles with his hands nervously.

He is having trouble to say what he wants and keeps glancing around. You try to save him the trouble by speaking up, wanting to get over this awkward conversation.

“It’s fine. Just forget about it. If it makes you uncomfortable, let’s just pretend that never happened.” You suggests while looking out the window, away from Joel’s side. It hurts a little for you to say that but you think it’s better this way.

You stands up to dust off your pants before picking up your bag to get out of the cabin and continue your shift duty.

“Let’s go.” You said coldly, making your way out to the horses.

Joel just observes you from a distance with pressed lips and doesn’t say anything to object what you have just said. He ponders for awhile before joining you. You carry on the patrol with much more focus and not bring up any personal topic to him.

Needless to say, the patrol ended with no complications and you did so much better than you expected. At least, you don’t think you made yourself look like a fool still wanting him. Thankfully, he didn’t talk about it after that as well.

After the patrol, Joel is at Tipsy Bison, sitting alone at a booth in the corner. He observes everyone in the bar just having a good time. There are a few couples in there swaying along to the music at the opposite end of the bar. The way they look at each other with so much love in their eyes makes Joel feel envious of them. He does not think that anyone would look at him that way in the apocalypse. He does not think that he deserves it after everything that he’s been through.

That is why when you confessed to him that night, he was taken aback and pushed you away because he doesn’t believe that you knew him enough to truly like him for who he is. He also doesn’t think of you more than an acquaintance of Tommy and Ellie. To hear your confession, altered his brain completely. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to be feeling.

As he is thinking about you, Tommy comes into the bar and looks for Joel. He makes his way to him after spotting him in his usual corner. Tommy slides into the booth on the opposite side of Joel.

“She’s not coming. Said she wants to be alone for tonight.” Tommy sighs heavily, leaning back while scrutinizing Joel.

Joel just gives a short grunt in reply while munching on some nuts on the table. Tommy hesitantly brings up what’s happening between you and him and leans forward on the table.

“Are you really gonna keep this up with her?” Tommy asks Joel, eyebrows scrunching.

“Keep what up?” Joel looks up at Tommy with a huge frown on his face.

“Well you know, being an asshole,” Tommy added.

“You think I’m supposed to accept her or something?” Joel staring at Tommy with questioning look on his face.

Tommy just shrugs casually.

“That’s ridiculous. I don’t have feelings for her at all and you, of all people should know that I’m not looking for anything in this fucked up world.” Joel gives his reason to Tommy. He’s tired of explaining himself to his brother.

“I get it but you could have let her down gently instead of being rude to her.” Tommy countered with a dull look at his face.

He’s angry to see you heartbroken by his cold hearted brother. He cherish you a lot as a friend and wants the best for you. He can’t help it that you fell for his brother that doesn’t see love as the way you do.

Joel has nothing to say to that. He agrees that he was mean to you. He was not thinking straight at that time and was overwhelmed with so much feelings that he don’t understand. He did reflected on his words and actions after that and it was bothering him still.

“She was not even expecting anything from you but to just listen to what she had to say,” Tommy continues to explain your intention.

“What good does that do to me?” Joel answers with irritation.

Tommy shakes his head slowly before talking again.

“She genuinely cares about you, brother.” He said with a low voice, his eyes not wavering while looking at Joel.

“All of us sees how she looks and acts around you. I bet that you have your own suspicions as well because only a damn fool wouldn’t see it. You don’t want to lose someone that really cares about you in the apocalypse. Especially not her. Maybe she could help you feel a little joy in this, like you said, fucked up world. If you need  some proof, just look at me and Maria.” Tommy tries to convince him.

Joel breaks eye contact with Tommy and sips his drink before looking at everyone in the bar. Most of the people here are smiling and laughing even when they know the situation that they are in.

“I know some people that are interested in her. They’ve been asking me about her for awhile.” Tommy picks up a few nuts in his hands before throwing it in the air and catching it with his mouth.

Joel shifts his eyes back to Tommy after hearing that. His eyes slightly widen than before with a certain glint in his eyes prompting Tommy to explain more.

“She’s been on her own for a long time and I know she’s been feeling lonely. It might do her some good if I introduce her to someone that she could make a new friend with.” Tommy continues to talk while snacking on the nuts.

“If you really want her, i suggest you get your act together and do something about it before it’s too late. What’s the point of living if you’re not really living it,” Tommy raises his eyebrows at Joel.

Joel clenches his jaw thinking about you looking at another man like how you used to look at him. He doesn’t know why his anger is rising just thinking about it.

Tommy stands up to the side of the table before placing his hand on Joel’s shoulder, squeezing it a little.

“I better get going to my wife. I’ll see you around.” He winks at Joel before going.

Joel’s eyes follow Tommy until he is out of sight. He sits there for a moment thinking about what Tommy said before making his way back home.

On the way back home, his head is filled with the thoughts of you. How he first met you, the way you blush when he's near you, how you look at him with sparkles in you eyes, basically everything about you.

However, the patrol earlier with you was different. You were giving him the cold shoulder and didn't act as you usually were. You did not yap about what you like or don't like, not even the weather, like you usually does. It bothers him that he kind of want to hear your cheery voice instead of your deafening silence.

As he is busy in his own thoughts, he didn't realise that he's reaching his house. In a distance, he could see that your bedroom is emitting soft and warm light. He stops right at his house, looking at the direction of your house. For the first time, he wonders what you are up to.

He turns to walk into his house and the memories of what happened that night came rushing back again. Ever since that night, he's reminded of what happened every time he passes by it.

After dropping your gift on the ground and shutting the door on you that night, he hovered behind the door, processing what just happened. He moved to the window near the door and took a peek behind the curtains. He saw that you were staring at your gift right below you with your fists clenched by your sides. While he was feeling bad, seeing you crushed like that, he didn't expect to see you throw the gift at his door angrily before stomping off. It's the first time he saw you that angry.

He opened his door after making sure that you are already in your house. He took your gift inside and sat on his sofa to open it. It's his first time opening a gift from someone after the outbreak except when Ellie gave him one couple months ago.

He opened the small package slowly and froze seeing the contents in it. He took the beautiful horse chess piece and brought it up close to his face to observe it. There were your initials in small letters at the bottom of the piece, indicating that you carved it yourself. He was mesmerised and lost in the details of the piece before remembering the other contents in the package. He placed the chess piece on the small coffee table in front of him carefully.

He took out the small guitar pick that says 'I pick you' on it. He scoffed with a small smile on his face thinking this was corny but cute. He knows Ellie would find this funny because of her lame jokes. He realised that you must have heard him play his guitar at nights. He didn't know that you could listen from that far away.

Lastly, he opened the letter that you wrote for him.

'Dear Joel,

Firstly, I'm sorry to take you by surprise and I feel like the only way I can tell you how I truly feel about you is by writing this. Joel, you caught my eyes ever since you came in here and no one else really matters as much as you matters to me (except for Ellie, Tommy and Maria of course).

It's getting tough for me to keep these feelings hidden away from you so that is why I want to get it out of my chest. I know that your grumpy ass might think it's silly but my feelings are real, Joel. My heart beats faster just by thinking about you and you don't even want to know how it's like to be near you. There's not a single day which I don't think of you. I see you in my head before I go to sleep at night and after I wake up in the morning.

You may think it is selfish of me to be doing this, yes, I don't deny that. I'd rather be selfish than regretting not telling you the truth. I'm not expecting you to return the same feelings for me. I'm not asking you to be my lover or whatsoever. I just want us to be friends. It's fine if you don't want to. We'll just be who we are to each other before this.

By the way, I'm giving you a chess piece which I made specially for you. I've heard from Ellie that you got a little chess project that you're working on. It's not much but it did felt pretty good to carve it. I might just start carving as a hobby, as a matter of fact. Also, you probably would already guess why I'm giving you the guitar pick. I've heard you play the guitar sometimes and I do love listening to you play. Picked that one out just for you. Thought you might find it funny. I know Ellie does for sure.

Anyway, those are just my tokens of appreciation for you. Thank you for not making me feel lonely and boring in here. I truly do like you even if you don't believe it.

Cheers,

Your Neighbour'

Joel sighed heavily while leaning back against the sofa. He thought about you  putting the effort to write this letter, you being thoughtful of getting him a guitar pick and especially about you taking the time to carve a chess piece specially for him, knowing it is something that he loves doing.

He went to sleep that night with so much guilt of being rude to you earlier. He wished to take back the mean things he said towards you. He doesn't know what to do to make it better. He needs to apologise but his harden self doesn't know how to.

Tonight is game night. The last night of every month, Tommy would gather all of us to have a game night at his house. Everyone is seated in the living room facing each other. You are sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace and Ellie is sitting to your right. Maria is sitting on a sofa chair to your left. Tommy and Joel sits opposite of you on the sofa.

You were playing charades for a few rounds with the group split into two, boys versus girls. Maybe because they are brothers, they were sweeping the rounds with ease. It’s annoying to see Tommy with a smug look as he is winning every round with Joel. He even taunted the girls just to rile them up. Joel on the other hand, looks so nonchalant as usual even when he’s playing and doesn’t even react much when he won.

“Let’s play a new game! I played it with my friends recently and it was kinda fun,” Ellie suggested with an excited look on her face.

“What game?” Tommy moves forward slightly to the edge of the sofa, interested to know about the new game.

“It’s called ‘Never have I ever’.” Ellie introduces the game and explains the rule to everyone.

Once everyone understands how to play, Ellie starts first. Each and everyone of you have a turn stating what you all had never done. One round passes and it’s back to Ellie. You had two of your fingers folded already from previous attacks.

“Never have I ever experience living before the outbreak.” she grins mischievously.

Everyone except Ellie groan and complain about what she had just said.

“That’s sooo cheap,” You narrow your eyes at her while shaking your head slowly.

“What? I had to. I want to the be the last one standing.” She reasons her way out before telling Joel to go next.

“Never have I ever worn high heels.” He said as he looks at you and Maria.

You and Maria folded a finger each, cursing quietly under your breath. Tommy  went next causing Joel to fold a finger. Maria has a go for one of Tommy’s.

It is soon your turn and you take a jab at the boys by saying, “Never have I ever have a male sibling.” you cannot contain the small smile on your face after saying that.

You don’t dare to look at Joel so you just keep your gaze on his fingers to see him folding one of it. Tommy curses you and you chuckle softly.

The game continues and mostly everyone have five fingers left except for Ellie who is left with seven. She’s being so ruthless in this game. You cannot expect what she will say each round. Everyone is trying to protect her innocence while she has no filter on and just runs her mouth without thinking twice.

Some of the things she said in the game were, ‘not having a relationship before’ (very mild), ‘never experience sex before’ (okay, chill. Everyone was stunned hearing that from a 15 year old mouth) and in the previous round, ‘never seen her parents before’ (the room totally went silent).

It’s back to her again and the next thing that she said, caught you off guard.

“Never have I ever done any wood carvings.” you glance at her to see that she’s already smirking at you. How did this little shit know about this?

Your eyes can’t help but shifts to Joel and sees that he’s already putting one finger down, leaving him with only three left. He briefly looks at you before looking down at the floor in the middle of the circle. You hesitantly put a finger down and that is obviously not missed by the other two people in the room.

“Oh, you did?” Maria turns her body to you, indicating that you should explain more about it.

“Yeah, I started like a couple months ago,” you give her a short reply and hoping they would move on from this.

“Why didn’t you tell us? You know this man over here does them a lot,” Tommy gives a good grip on Joel’s shoulder and shakes him slightly, “Maybe the both of you could spend some time carving together.”

You and Joel make eye contact for a brief moment. All you can think about is that one chess piece that you made for him. You wonder if he keeps it or he had thrown it away after that night.

Ellie reminds Joel that it’s his turn next but Joel suddenly says that he doesn’t want to play this game anymore and that he wants to go home soon as he is tired. You think that his mood is ruined thinking of the chess piece that you made specially for him. Sadness filled your heart again thinking that he doesn't like it.

Tommy eases up the tension by asking if anyone needs more drinks.

"Me." Ellie said and gets up to squeeze in between Joel and Tommy.

Tommy stands with a groan to get the drinks from the kitchen. Your butt starts to hurt sitting on the hard floor as well so you move to sit on the only available chair beside Joel. Tommy comes back holding drinks on both hands. He hands one over to Ellie before sitting on the arm rest on Maria’s sofa chair. He leans towards Maria and put his arm over her shoulders. They gently smile at each other making you feel slightly jealous of the love that they have.

Tommy turns to you looking as if he just remembered something.

“Hey, you know Emile, right?” He asks.

“Yeah. Always see him in the library. Why?” you asks, not knowing where this is going.

“He’s been asking about you, wondering how you’ve been,” he added.

“Oh, it’s probably because I didn’t visit the library for awhile now.” you shrug your shoulders.

“Guess he misses you, huh” he smirks with one eyebrow raised.

“Nah, what are you talking about? Stop it.” You chuckles softly finding this is ridiculous. Shaking your head, you slump back on the sofa, sighing.

Emile is one of the librarians in the community. He’s been here for almost half a year and he’s been really nice to you. He’s tall, has short and curly dirty blonde hair, striking blue eyes and quite a gentleman. He’s popular among the ladies for being a sweetheart. He will strike up conversations with you every time you go to the library to browse some books or spend some time reading alone there. You can tell he is into books and love to learn about new things even though he’s clumsy at times.

He’s younger than you by a couple of years and you only view him like a little brother all this time. He’s giving a golden retriever energy and it does make you smile sometimes. He reminds you of the feeling of warmth when hanging out with your close friends before the outbreak.

You were sure that he don’t have feelings for you in a romantic way. Maybe you are wrong. You were too busy focusing on Joel to notice anyone else in the vicinity. 

“Maybe he likes you,” Ellie chirps in,

“No fucking way,” you dismisses that idea right away.

“What if he does?” Tommy asks you seriously.

“I don’t know?”

“What do you think of him?” Maria asks with a soft smile on her face.

God, you wish you could disappear right there and then. You do not look at Joel’s direction but you can see at the corner of your eyes, his fingers are gripping the arm rest on his side really hard.

“He’s a nice lad. Real sweet,” you say hesitatingly, knowing they might tease you with whatever you will say, “always ask me if I’m doing good every time I see him in the library.”

You glance to your side a little bit and spots Joel’s fingers are scratching the arm rest mindlessly. He’s tapping his foot restlessly and something about that makes you want to comfort him.

You’re tired of the pressure they’re putting on you here and especially with Joel in the presence. However, you think maybe you could use this opportunity to see how he would react. Why is he restless? Is he jealous? Or is he just so repulsed by you?

“Maybe I should visit the library tomorrow and see him.” You casually say that, pretending you are happy with the idea of seeing Emile.

Everyone especially Tommy and Ellie are cheering and howling except for the grumpy old man beside you. He soaks in the moment for a few seconds before getting up of his seat.

“I’m going home.” He says to everyone with a strangled voice.

He storms past right in front of you and you can feel the anger seeping through his body without even touching him. In that moment, you take in his earthy and musky scent as he strides pass you. You almost run after him to check if he’s okay. It’s driving you insane that he still have you wrapped around his little finger and you cannot do anything about it.

Is he angry that you’re going to see Emile tomorrow?

Why would he be angry if he rejected you?

Thank you so much for reading this chapter. I will update the next one within two weeks!! Pinky promise <3

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[getosbigballsack]

Gojo loves his pregnant wife so much he would do anything for you even if it meant waking up and 2 in the morning to have sex.

Just look at you, your head thrown back to release a breathy moan from your kiss swollen lips. He palmed at your breasts, squeezing the meaty flesh in his hot hands, mesmerized by much they've grown throughout your pregnancy so far.

Cerulean eyes locked on your face, Gojo couldn't help but admire the beauty above him. He's truly blessed to have you as his wife and the mother of his firstborn and the rest of the children that are to come.

He didn’t know what he did to deserve a beauty such as yourself. He didn't know what good deed he had done, but he thanked God for gifting you to him and now he's determined to do whatever it takes to make you stay with him, love him and give him all that affection he needed from you.

He's playing with you swollen puffy clit, calloused fingers moving in slow circular motions, elicting soft sweet moans from your lips. He squeezed your breast one last time before moving his hand to rest at the small of your back to support you as you steadily tried to ride his massive cock.

A throaty groan escaped his lips, and you quickly leaned forward to kiss his lips, so sweet, tender and warm you began whining when he pulled away to rest his face in the croock of your neck. "Baby, I'm close," he moaned against your sweaty skin, eyes squeezing shut as he continued to allow his self to be riden. He could feel your soaked pussy pulsing around his cock, ah yes you're getting close too.

With a tight grip on his shoulders, you lifted your hips a bit before slamming down on his cock. A gasp fell from your lips, eyes crossing together from the amount of pleasure you're now feeling. You repeated the motion again and again, setting a hard fast pace, your sight now set on chasing your high.

Your heavy breasts slapped against your skin, your nose scrunched up cutely when you saw the white milky substance dripping from your nipples. If it wasn't for the fact that your husband was staring so intently on your lactating breasts then you would've felt a bit digusted with yourself.

"Satoru..." You moaned, feeling the knots tighten, his fingers quicken their pace on your clit, your body began trembling above his. "Cu... cu... cumming," you cried out as your pussy clenched and squeezed his cock as you cum around him.

He began babbling your name, heavy cum filled balls ready to fill you up delicious with his cum. You could feel his hips began stuttering, bucking upwards, his chest vibrating with every moan as he came deep inside of you, filling you up with his white sticky substance.

You both sat in silence for a while until it was time for him to help you out of the bed to clean both yourselves up and while in the shower, you asked if he could help you with you breast and he was happy to do so.

Nothing he enjoys more than the sweet taste of your breast milk. But his love for your milk turned into him bracing you against the shower walls, holding one leg up and wrapped it around his waist, all while he ensured that you were in no discomfort or pain before he began fucking his cock into you once more while staring at your growing tummy.

After all that was said and done, you're both laying in bed, your head on Gojo’s chest and his hand rubbing your tummy.

"Are you ok now?" He asked you, smoothing his hands over your seven and half months bump. "You're not going to attack me in my sleep again right?"

You laughed and playfully slapped his arms, "Well I was horny what was I supposed to do?"

"Wake me up like a normal human being," he answered and he laughed. He glanced at the clock beside the bed and saw that it was just a little bit over two a.m. in the morning. "Just wake me up normally baby and I'll fuck you if that's what you need me to do."

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read the lyrics here // chan messages you after struggling to fall asleep. so you decide to help him out the best way you can.

explicit content // fluff, subchan! (Kinda?) blowjob, smut, struggles of sleeping (insomnia) pet names.

about the artist // i’m trying a new layout let me know if you like it. i’m thinking of changing my whole page just for a little change. what do you think?

You got up from bed rubbing your eyes and threw on a pair of shorts and one of Chan’s t-shirts you had lying around. You grabbed your car keys and unplugged your phone before making your way to the dorm.

You quietly unlocked the door conscious of the other boys who might be sleeping and made your way into Chan’s room.

When you opened the door the room was filled with a dim purple light shining from above the bed. Chan had his back to you and you weren’t sure if he was asleep or not. So you quietly set your keys down on the shelf above his bed and set your bag down on the floor. You look at your boyfriend's back as the purple light cast the most perfect shadows over his muscles. He was breathtaking and he wasn’t even doing anything. You wanted to run your nails along his back and make pretty patterns. You wanted to mark him in places only you got to see, he was just so beautiful and you wish he could see himself the way you do.

“Hey Channie, are you awake?” you said quietly as you sat on the bed. You watched as he slowly turned around, his face a little swollen from sleep and eyes half shut. “You okay?” you continued as you reached out to cup his face in one of your hands.

“I’m feeling better now you’re here” he smiled leaning into your touch.

You lifted the covers and got into the bed beside him as he turned his body to face you. Lifting your arm you invited him to cuddle into your chest. He was quick to bury his head into your chest and wrap an arm around your waist. You let your chin rest atop his head and let your hand run up and down his back, tracing the outlines of his muscles.

“I’m tired” he muttered under his breath after letting out a long sigh.

“I know baby. Try and get some more sleep and I’ll be here to wake you up if I need” you explained grabbing the remote to dim the lights a little more.

“I’m scared. I hate feeling like this. You don’t understand how scary this is” he huffed.

“I know. I don’t understand how it feels. But I will be here to help you in any way I can.” You said pulling him closer to your chest.

“I’m just so frustrated with myself. Why can’t I just sleep” his voice was getting louder and more agitated as he spoke.

“Channie, baby, calm down okay. Just close your eyes and try to get some sleep.” You let your hand run through his hair and you could slowly feel him start to melt into your touch.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’ll try and get some sleep” he said closing his eyes.

You lay awake with Chan sound asleep in your arms, well not sound. A few snores escaped every now and then along with a couple deep breaths. But that was nothing out of the ordinary.

You scrolled through your phone and made sure your brightness was turned down, cautions of the sleeping man currently lying on top of you.

You felt a hand grab your waist with a firm, strong grip. The hand then travelled down to your thigh before resting there. Chan had a tendency to let his hands wander all across your body when he was asleep. Most of the time he didn’t even know he was doing it until you told him in the morning. Or sometimes he done it to help him fall asleep. He just needed to feel close and connected to you in some way to help him and give into the tiredness.

“Baby, are you awake?” You whispered putting your phone down on the table beside you.

“Yeah, I haven’t really fallen asleep”

“Yes you have Channie. You were snoring” you laughed.

“Was I, oh my god. I’m so-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, you're fine” you interrupted. “Do you want to try sleep again or do you want to watch something?”

“I just want to be close to you” he answered as he let the hand that rested on your thigh run up and down the length of your leg.

“Ah, I get it. Is someone a little needy after their nap?” You joked.

“Stop it. You're teasing me, it’s not funny” he blushed lightly hitting your shoulder and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck to hide his reddening face and burning ears.

“Oh my god. You are!” You laughed. “Do you think it would help you fall asleep?” You tilted your head in curiosity as you waited for him to answer.

“No. Yes. Uhhh…. I don’t know? You know I can’t control it sometimes and your wearing my shirt and those tiny shorts. I can feel your skin on mine and I just love you so much I can’t help it,” he rambled almost without taking a breath.

“You don’t need to explain yourself baby, I get it. Why don’t you sit up and let me do all the work okay? I’ll take care of you”

You let Chan sit up with his back resting against the headboard. You waved your hand to get him to sit forward so you could place all the pillows behind him to support his back. You sat in front of him between his legs, sitting up on your knees and leaning down to kiss him gently, lips barely touching.

Once pulling away you stood from the bed and removed the t-shirt you were wearing, leaving you in just your bra and shorts.

“Can you put your legs together for me baby?” You asked and without hesitation, he obeyed your order. You got back onto the bed and straddled his hips so that you were now on top of him. “Do you want to keep going?” You asked, but all you got in response was a nod.

“I know that you are tired Channie, but you need to use your words. I need to know that you want this as well”

“Yes , keep going baby. I want this,” his words were desperate as he held your hips and looked deeply into your eyes, his curls falling over his own as you brushed them away to hold eye contact.

“You know what to say if you want me to stop?” It was a rhetorical question. You knew he knew the answer. It was one of the first things you discussed at the start of your relationship so that you both knew your limits. You just needed to hear him say it out loud so you knew he was serious about it.

“Yes, now please my love. I can’t wait any longer”

You nodded your head and leaned in to kiss him again. Only this time it was more lust-filled, still slow and passionate but with more desperation behind it. You let your lips travel down his neck as you felt the soft skin of his bare chest beneath your fingertips. Eventually, your kisses made their way down his chest and along his collarbones.

“Can I touch you?” He asked sweetly looking at you with stars in his eyes, and the hope of you saying yes. Even though Chan knew you couldn’t say no to him, especially when he looked at you like you hung all the stars in the universe.

“Of course” you replied as you stopped kissing him and sat up straight. “Where do you want to touch me?”

“Can I- I want to- Your. Please don’t make me say it, you know I get shy” he giggled.

There were times when Chan certainly wasn’t shy when it came to telling you what he wanted from you in the bedroom, but that was when he was in control. When it was your turn to take over he almost became a different version of himself. A more shy and reserved version of himself, and you always found this side of him so endearing.

You took one of his hands in yours and lightly traced one of his fingers along your neck, collarbone and eventually letting it rest in your chest.

His hand cupped one of your breasts as you held it there your hand resting on top of his. Once letting go his other hand soon joined going to the other side of your chest. He slowly started to knead them with both hands, eventually moving the fabric of your bra down to feel your bare skin in his hands.

You helped him by reaching behind and unclasping the piece of clothing that was getting in his way. You placed your hands in Chan’s hair and played with the curls on top of his head as he started to pinch your nipples and roll the sensitive buds between his fingers. You held back your moans as this was time for Chan to use you to pleasure himself, plus you didn’t want to wake anyone else who was in the dorm. But instead of holding back your moans, you came up with a better solution.

If you start telling Chan how he was making you feel, you could suppress the noises that were trying to leave your mouth, but you could also watch his eyes light up as you told him how good of a job he was doing.

“Feels so good baby, keep going. You're doing so well for me” you rambled as he continued to play with your nipples and knead at the skin around them. His eyes locked onto yours as you praised him and you saw that all too familiar, sparkle in his eyes. “You’re doing so well baby, but why don’t you let me take over now, yeah”

“Okay, but I want you to feel good as well” he almost pouted as you were telling him to stop.

“I will don’t worry my sweet baby boy. Making you feel good will make me feel just as good. I promise. I love watching you come undone under my control, it’s one of my favourite things to do”

You let Chan continue to play with your breasts a little more as you started to roll your hips into his already-growing bulge. Your slow but continuous motions caused the ache between his legs to grow along with yours. He felt so good underneath you like this, you could feel yourself getting more and more aroused as you continued your motions, you wanted to feel him inside you, but for now, you would have to put your pleasure aside and focus on the man underneath you because right now that was the only thing that mattered to you.

You sat up on your knees again removing Chan’s hands from your body and laying beside him with your head on his shoulder. You took one of his hands in yours and used your other to rub the bulge in his shorts. You removed your hand after lightly tracing your finger along his dick a few times with light touches as you watch his legs tense with every small movement. You tapped his hip asking him to lift them up, putting your hand in the waistband of his shorts and removing them, throwing them to the floor.

“No pants on Channie? We’re you waiting for this?” You asked.

“No, I wasn’t wearing anything and when you said you were coming over I threw these on” he explained a small blush appearing on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before baby” you replied.

Before he could reply you wrapped your hand around his length and brushed your thumb across the tip spreading the pre cum that has already leaked from his red tip.

A soft moan escaped from Chan’s lips as he threw his head back in pleasure. You let a drop of spit fall down onto his dick and let your hand slowly move up and down his length. You were still holding one of Chan’s hands in yours as you laced your fingers together with a firmer grip. You let your lips connect with his once again as you continued the painfully slow movements on his length.

Your mouth swallowed the beautiful deep moans be was letting out as you began to speed up the movement of your hand. Chan pulled away from the kiss breathlessly and looked into your eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging the curls at the nape of his neck.

“I need your mouth baby, I need to feel you. Please” he pleaded.

You nodded your head and quickly got to work. Tonight was all about Chan and you would do whatever he asked to make him feel good. Your lips travelled down his neck to his chest, leaving small red marks as you sucked on the skin. You sat back on your knees to admire the work as his soft white skin slowly became littered with dark purple marks only you got to see. You moved lower down the bed until you were lying on your stomach between your boyfriend's muscular legs.

Taking both hands and wrapping them around his length you kissed and nipped at his thighs giving him a few pumps before attaching your mouth to the tip kissing a few times, pulling back and licking your lips you could taste the salty pre cum on your lips as you ran your tongue along them.

You finally wrapped your lips around his length using your hands to stroke the base that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Chan’s dick was long but also thick, he was perfect. He always reached the deepest parts inside of you and the stretch when he first pushed inside was something you don’t think you will ever get used to.

Each time you brought your head up you let your tongue trail along the underside of his dick where a thick vein ran from the base all the way to the tip. You used one of your hands to hold onto one of Chan’s wrists making him release the tight grip he had on the bedsheets. You brought his hand to the back of your head, he firmly gripped your hair gathering it all at the nape of your neck making a makeshift ponytail.

“Take my hand baby, squeeze it twice if it gets too much okay?” He explained as you opened your hand with your palm facing outwards. You laced your fingers together once again as Chan started to move your head up and down.

You let your other hand rest on one of his thighs as you gripped the skin tightly, you could feel his muscles contracting every time he pushed your head back down. He was letting out small whimpers as he bit his lip trying to stay quiet, but as you continued he only got louder and more vocal.

“Fuck, baby you feel amazing. I don’t think I’m going to last so much longer” he moaned through jagged breaths, his voice now getting deeper as he spoke. It was almost a low growl and the sound only turned you on more, you could feel the wetness growing between your legs as you pushed your hips into the bed to try and create some friction as well as squeezing your thighs together.

He pushed your head down one last time farther than he ever has before as you felt him hit the back of your throat. He was letting himself go, before you knew it his hand stopped the movement of your head and this time it was his hips that were pushing his dick to the back of your throat. His movements were fast and rigid, as he desperately tried to chase his high. He used his hand to push your head down and stop you from pulling away making sure he was pushed as far down your throat as he could.

“Ah, fuck baby I’m cumming. Shit!” He moaned loudly as you felt him release into your mouth. The salty liquid went straight to the back of your throat, but Chan was giving no sign of releasing the grip on the back of your head.

You squeezed his hand twice and he was quick to let go as you could feel yourself becoming breathless, a small gag leaving your throat.

You removed his length from your mouth and left a few kisses to the tip before running your tongue along that one thick vein one last time to clean him up.

After finally sitting up you looked at Chan who had his head resting against the shelfs on the headboard of the bed behind him, face flushing red.

He opened his arms for you as you settled on his chest, he was still breathing heavily and you could feel his heart beating out of his chest. There were small drops of sweat that trickled down his chest to his toned abs, you loved that you could make him feel this way and make him fill with pleasure.

You pulled the covers over the both of you and tangled your legs together, your hand rested on his chest as you drew small circles around the marks you left, and kissed his shoulder one last time.

“If the boys weren’t already awake they certainly are now” you laughed.

“I wouldn’t be laughing just yet baby girl. Let’s see how quiet you can be when I return the favour” he smirked placing a kiss on your temple as you both closed your eyes and fell asleep.

It’s safe to say that if you want to help Chan fall asleep all he needs is some cuddles a good head. Which you certainly don’t mind doing.

• a song by hazeracha©

[greenishghostey]

It's Fantasy, babe

Pairing: Eddie Muson x fem!reader

Summary: You decide to indulge in a fun fantasy with your boyfriend: Eddie, sneaking into your room and cumming inside you.

Warnings: This fic contains graphic 18+ content. Please do not engage with you are underage! Unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough but with lots of love, established relationship, fingering, fluffy smut, Eddie cannot shut up ever, enthusiastic consent, Eddie just trying rock your world as best he can

A/N: This is the first smut I've ever written and I promise I tried my best. The idea had been rolling around in my head for a while so I bit the bullet and just tried it. DO NOT REPOST OR EDIT MY WORK

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The discussion between you and Eddie had been a long time coming. You’d found a particularly filthy romance novel about a princess and her noble knight. They’d shared a night together rolling around in her royal quarters, and he came in her until she was dripping, full and shaking. He had snuck into her rooms after the castle fell asleep, embraced her in her soft, flowing nightgown and showed her heaven and hell simultaneously.

You wanted that too. You wanted to be the princess. You wanted Eddie to push your legs back, knees to your ears and fuck his cum into your cunt as many times as he wanted to - possibly even making love to you at the same time. You weren’t going to be too picky. You wanted your soft pastel blue bedsheets to be stained and sticky under your ass as he. Just. Kept. Going.

Eddie had jumped at your request for him to sneak in on Friday night after your parents fell asleep. They’d had busy weeks at work. They wouldn’t be stirring until at least 10 am the next morning.

And that was how you found yourself under the gorgeous weight of Eddie’s naked form. He was smiling down with immeasurable happiness. He was so warm and solid and beautiful. Dreamy was the word that came to your mind. So dreamy, so pretty, and all yours.

His thick, calloused fingers were deep in your soaked cunt, massaging and stretching your puffy walls. Eddie always did this thing with his middle and ring finger, crooking them up to push you to the edge of orgasm and keep you there for a while. You said he only did it to show off his guitarist fingering skills; he said he did it because he just loved you that much.

“Gotta get you ready for me, princess. You wanted a long night, and you’re gonna get it.” He teased before licking a long, fat stripe up the column of your neck. “God, babe, I’m gonna slip right in. She missed meeee.” Eddie chuckled as you gripped his fingers and wiggled your hips. He had to appreciate that his being a little goofy during sex still got you squirming. 

“Eddie,” you whined, groping your tits and gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, “Hurry. Up.” You moved to knot your fingers in his shaggy hair, now grinding desperately on his fingers - one of his rings bumping against your clit and fuck. You came with a muffled moan, Eddie having quickly silenced you in a deep kiss. He made sure that his tongue tasted every pretty noise you were making for him.

Eddie’s chest heaved as he pulled away. Like it was agony.

He ran the head of his swollen cock up and down your hole, pressing the tip in ever so slightly to have you claw at his forearms. You were going to draw blood from the bats, but, shit, it felt phenomenal. Nothing got his blood running hotter than seeing his lady all desperate. Craving, yearning, maybe even a little feral, much like himself.

“My girl wants it so bad, huh? My dick, my cum, me. Fuuuck, I love you.” He groaned, continuing to push his angry tip in and out of your cunt. He liked the tease of sex with you. The raw feeling of pushing both of you to the point of nearly mauling each other.

“Ed - Eddie, come on, please. I need you. I’ll ask so nicely if you want. Just-“ your pleas and begging were cut short by the glorious stretch of Eddie’s cock as he seated himself fully inside. It usually took some time for him to get in fully, but he was right; he slid right into the hot, sticky bliss. Your head slammed back into your fluffy pillows, and you had to bite your hand to contain the urge to scream. After two years of being together, he was still just so big. Fucking perfect, but still big. It would be best if you guys had done this at his place. Sure, the entire trailer park would find out that the Munson boy was getting his dick wet, but you would be able to be loud. However, the fantasy required your soft double bed and floral bedspread - your “chambers” that he would sneak into. 

The pace that was set immediately was brutal, like animals, like in the book. Yes, God, yes. It was all skin slapping skin and the obscene squelch of fucking without any barriers. Eddie leant down to press his forehead to yours so he could pant, whine and grunt into your mouth. He was so considerate when he was at your place and knew you guys had be quiet - well, quieter.

“You’re so so tight, baby. Is this what you wanted?” he whispered, hot breath fanning across your burning cheeks, “raw and fucking filthy in your nice, cosy bedroom, yeah?” He laughed breathily and moulded his full lips to yours. The slam of his hips never faltered as he grabbed and rubbed your waist - still maintaining a level of tenderness while splitting you open on his cock. He was chasing his orgasm with more desperation than usual. You made it clear that you would need to be leaking and creamy to fulfil this fun little fantasy, and who was he to deny the princess her requests? You’d been so damn polite when asking him for this too. 

“You said you wouldn’t laugh, Eds,” you murmured, pulling away from the searing kiss by literal millimetres. Legs wrapping around him and feet digging into his ass, he wasn’t going as deep as he could, and that needed to be changed. You could feel yourself gushing with every hard thrust, dangling on the precipice of cumming.

“Would never laugh at you. I’m having the time of my goddamn life here.” He sighed, a wide beaming smile spreading across his sweat-covered face. He was glowing under the light of your bedside lamp. Wow. Eddie’s big hands moved from your waist to the backs of your thighs. Yes, yes, yes, he hiked your legs up and back until you were folded in half. If you wanted deeper, then he was going to go as deep as physically possible. Eddie needed you to feel him in your fucking stomach.

Never in your life had you been so thankful for getting rid of your old spring mattress. Because the force behind Eddie’s thrusting was insane. He prided himself on having impressive stamina that only seemed to come out when he was inside you - quite frankly, Eddie never wanted to leave your cunt. That was especially the case now, with your toes accidentally tangling in his hair. “Oops, sorry,” you muttered, breaking away from your sex-induced haze to angle your feet differently. It would have been awkward, but this was with Eddie. Awkward was never even part of the conversation.

“You could kick me in the head right now, and I’d say thanks, don’t worry.” Eddie giggled, running a thumb over your sweaty cheek. He shifted slightly to get more comfortable for what he had planned - it might be a little risky, but it would be worth it. You reached up to fix the hair you’d messed up with your feet and giggled, but Eddie’s face showed that he was deep in thought about something. Before you could ask if anything was wrong, he spoke, “What’s on the other side of that wall?” He nodded his head towards the wall behind your metal-barred headboard.

“Linen closet, why?” you asked, the gears in your head turning quickly and figuring out his plan. He was calculating risk; you were so proud of him.

“And how far away is your parents' room?” 

“Other end of the hall.” Your breathing had moved onto panting now. The headboard had already started to knock against the wall a little, but Eddie was about to make it a whole lot worse. 

“Perfect. Hold these pretty legs back for me, please?” He was grinning like a horny maniac. You did as he asked almost a bit too quickly, holding your legs back and as wide as you could get them in your current position. “Atta girl. First load’s gotta be an extra special experience, right?” One of Eddie’s hands got a strong grip on your headboard while the other moved to flick and massage your clit in tight little circles. You whined at the contact, knowing that your fantasy was about to reach the first of several climaxes.

Eddie started up his almost punishing pace again. But this time, he had more leverage to force his cock into you and mould your walls to the shape of him. The squelch of fucking was somehow even louder than before. Now mixed with the sloppy sound of Eddie playing with your clit and grunting like an animal in heat. You weren’t much better with your whining and mewling. Reaching up to hold his ecstasy-coloured face as best you could.

“Aw, she’s all sensitive and weepy for me, isn’t she, babe?” Eddie groaned straight into your ear. Your legs had started to shake from just how deep you could feel his cock as it pounded into your g-spot. The reply he got from you was a sniffled nod and your big wet eyes staring up into his. “You wanna beg for it? I think you wanna beg for me to fill you up.” Fuck, he was so right. You hated when he was right.

“I-I need you to cum, Eds. I wanna feel it so fucking bad,” you hiccuped; it felt like you were on the verge of crying from how deliciously overwhelmed you were. “I’ve been good.” Eddie’s gaze snapped down to meet yours, and the look on his face was beautiful. His big eyes widened, and his jaw was slack as he whined at your comment. You had been such a good girl for him. You always were.

That did it. Eddie slammed into you with a few more, and his rhythm was pretty much gone by that point. When he came, he silenced his guttural wail by biting down on your shoulder hard. Normally, you would have scolded him for leaving a mark, but right now? It made the whole experience so much better as you came with him. 

The two of you stayed together, panting, for a while after that. Eddie didn’t want to pull out of you until he absolutely had to, and you relished in feeling his sweaty weight press you into the mattress. The intimacy for the moment was your favourite. For all that Eddie tried to make the world believe that he was mean and scary, he was far from it. He was practically purring as you ran your fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp - a big dorky smile on his face and everything. 

Eddie untangled himself from your body and sat up, scraping his hair out of his hair and fanning himself. The demon head on his chest was staring at you like it was proud. Bastard. Before you could form words to ask if Eddie needed water or anything, he flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled your ass up, back arching all pretty how he liked it. He stared at his cum oozing from your cunt in fascination. Yeah, you guys were going to be doing this again.

“Good for round two, sweetheart?” Eddie chirped, giving your ass a sharp smack. You whimpered and nodded - words wouldn’t be possible for the rest of the night; you could feel it in the throb of your clit. 

[under-sedationnn]

Mike Schmidt x reader where she’s pregnant?

mike schmidt x pregnant fem!reader pt.1

summary: a day in the life with mike and abby as the reader navigates the ups and downs of the much dreaded (and much anticipated) third trimester. 

“Mike, I'm going to be honest, there's no way I can tie my shoes.” 

"Abby-girl! Come on, breakfast!"

I hear the sound of small, bare feet skittering down the hallway and halt to a stop at the edge of the dining table. Abby, hair still unbrushed and pajamas wrinkled, smiles at me from her seat by the window.

"What did you make this morning, y/n?" She leans across the table to see the bowl I'm holding, and I give her a sympathetic look.

"Oatmeal," I say, and she wilts slightly. "With nutella, and bananas! Made special for you."

I set down the bowl and she inspects it, picking up the spoon by the small end and poking at the slices of fruit. I shift on my swollen feet, and pray that she decides it's not poison, after-all. Besides, I need to eat something soon, too. And take a bath. And online shop for baby clothes, on clearance.

"I guess it's fine," she mutters, but digs in anyways.

"Well," I start, heading back into the kitchen, "I bet if you are a super star today that Mike will take you to get pizza tonight. And if he says no, I'll tell him the baby said we need it."

She smiles widely, and I pour myself a small cup of coffee. I sit down across from her at the table, and prop my feet onto the seat beside me, settling my coffee cup onto my bump to rest. Abby is fully invested in eating her oatmeal now, and I anticipate the need for a snack when she finishes.

Settling into domestic life with Abby and Mike wasn't difficult, one could say it was the exact opposite, but there are ups and downs. For one, I had to drop myself into a semi-stepmom situation, and pretty soon afterwards found out I was going to be a mom for real. But Abby is a good kid, and Mike is the kindest man I have ever met, and we're making it work day by day.

"So, Abs," I say between sips, "what are we feeling we want to do on this glorious day of all days, Saturday?"

She thinks for half a second, and opens her mouth to answer when the door begins to unlock. Mike steps into the living room, backpack slung over his shoulder with deep bags under his eyes. He smiles when he sees us nestled in our little corner of the room, and shuts out the bright morning light behind him.

I move to stand, but he puts his hand out to stop me.

"Woah woah woah, remember what the doc said, no unnecessary walking, right now. How are your feet feeling by the way?" He leans down to kiss me on the forehead, the cheek, a peck on the mouth, and moves to put his backpack and keys by the door.

"Eh, they're doing okay, but they definitely don't feel great," I respond, and he kneels down beside me.

"Want me to take a look?"

I nod my head, and he peels my socks off. The swelling is a little better, but I still hiss slightly when he pokes at the top of my foot, and the pit stays in my skin.

"Not the best, but not the worst," he says, not too sure of himself, "but you're not doing anything today, you need to rest."

I sigh. "Mike, you just got off of a shift, I know you're exhausted, and the house needs to be cleaned. There is no way I'm going to let you-"

"There is no way I am going to let you clean the house today, or do anything that is going to make you feel worse." He moves his hand to my stomach. "We're in this together, remember? 'Til the very end."

I place my hand over his own, "The very end, I love you."

"I love you, too. Now, what's first?" He kisses my fingers once and stands up. Abby joins him in watching for my answer.

"Breakfast, please."

"Agreed." He smiles and turns to the kitchen, presumedly to make us each an equally bland bowl of oatmeal.

"What were you saying you wanted to do today, Abby? You never got a chance to finish what you were saying, sweetheart."

Her bowl is empty; she wipes the leftover nutella from her lips, and moves towards the fridge to get out some milk. "One of my friends at school is having a birthday party today and I wanted to go." She pours herself a precariously full glass of milk from the carton, and slowly walks back to the table.

"You can still go Abs," says Mike, "and I could drive if you want me to."

"Well, her mom is carpooling for other kids and said she could come and get me," she adds between gulps.

I look at Mike over the kitchen bar, and he smiles at me slightly. "Abby, do you have her mom's number? I can call and see if she'll come and get you."

"Sure! Hold on, it's in my back pack." She hops up from her chair, stumbling in her excitement, and races to her room.

"Mike, if she goes, we could have a day all to ourselves."

Not that we don't love having Abby around, but a day alone would be well-deserved.

"Yeah, we could take a nap." He chuckles, and brings our breakfast to the table. Oatmeal, with just a little bit of nutella.

I nod my head in agreement as Abby races back to the dining room and shoves a piece of paper with a phone number in Mike's face. He calls, talks for a moment, and places down the phone while saying, "Abby, go get dressed, she will be here in 20 minutes." She turns on the spot and speeds down the hallway, once again.

We give each other a silent high five, and look forward to a day of relaxation together.

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i'm going to be honest, i kind of want to continue this blurb into a second part where the day continues. i was really enjoying making this into a small, domestic fic and I didn't want to just make it about the pregnancy but the life that it would lead to WITH mike (which includes abby).

thanks for reading!!! <3

[feralkat]

🫄2️⃣🚎🛑👖💦

The first build-a-birth prompt that came in and oh my God was it fun to write holy shit lol.

It got so long that I decided to split it into two parts, though 😅 so here's part one lmao. Also there will be twins - Atlas just doesn't know they've got twins in there so part two is gonna be pretty wild for them lol.

Word Count: 2.8k

Characters Used: Atlas (nonbinary afab OC) & Fen (cis-male OC)

WARNINGS: nonbinary character giving birth, birth denial, clothing birth, public birth, orgasm during labor. Also - I do use AFAB terms to describe the characters' genitalia so please be aware of that.

If it weren't already obvious, this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.

Everyone had joked about how Atlas would end up going into labor during their baby-moon despite being only 36 weeks along. By the end of it they were beginning their 37th week, but even so their due date wasn't for three more weeks so it was easy to laugh those concerns off.

Except Atlas had been feeling increasingly more intense contractions since they left their hotel that morning that they were trying to brush off as Braxton hicks contractions.

At least until a small gush of fluid left a size-able damp spot on Atlas' leggings and made them realize they couldn't stay in denial for much longer about what was happening.

They were in labor.

Though, technically, labor didn't start during the baby-moon itself.

No, it started as they were leaving.

Now they were several hours away from the next stop and even further away from home where Atlas had everything set up to have a nice, relaxing, empowering birth with just themselves and their husband.

"Shit," Atlas grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in the seat and pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the window as he felt a contraction start.

"Babe? You alright?"

Atlas glanced over at their husband, hazel eyes peaking out from behind blue and green dyed bangs. "My water broke," they mumbled in an exhale, taking in another deep breath and squeezing their eyes shut as they felt the pressure deep inside their pelvis drop even lower.

"Oh... Oh!" Fen exclaimed, having taken a moment to fully comprehend what Atlas said. "Guess those weren't just Braxton hicks contractions, huh?" Fen chuckled nervously, reaching over to take Atlas' hand.

"Yeah, guess not," Atlas sighed as the contraction passed.

"Do you think we'll make it home?" Fen asked, "If not I can look at hotels around the next stop. It won't be home but at least it won't be on a bus."

"Um," Atlas paused, thinking back to when the contractions first started around 10AM. It was nearly 6PM now, but for the majority of the time the contractions weren't too bad. The last half hour or so, Atlas had noticed growing pressure against his hips and lower back but assumed it was from the not-very-comfy bus seats. But then their water broke and that pressure had gotten worse without the cushion. "I don't know," they answered after a few seconds.

"Okay, how about... I'll book us a hotel near the next stop just in case and we'll reassess once we get there," Fen offered.

Atlas nodded their approval of the plan, grateful for Fen's ability to think logically even in panic-inducing moments.

Over the next two hours, Fen gently coached Atlas through contraction after contraction. The deep rumble of his voice, strong hand holding Atlas', and his general presence helped immensely to keep Atlas calm and focused despite everything else.

At some point Fen pushed the armrest between them out of the way so Atlas could lean on him, making for a much comfier position than sitting upright like they had been.

"There's... a lot of pressure," Atlas said between softly panted breaths. "I don't think it'll be much longer," they added.

"Okay, we should be at the stop soon," Fen reassured, draping an arm over Atlas' shoulders to gently rub circles against Atlas' swollen stomach. "Then we can go straight to the hotel and have this baby like we planned," Fen said, voice dipping into a low purr against Atlas' ear.

It made a shiver go down Atlas' spine, clit throbbing and making them aware of exactly how aroused they already were just from Fen talking to them and giving them instructions - even if those instructions were mainly how and when to breathe.

God, Atlas wished they were home.

A contraction brought Atlas out of their thoughts, making them tense until Fen reminded them to relax and breathe through it.

That was getting really hard, but Atlas made an effort. They took in a deep breath, trying to relax their body as much as they could as they let that breath out slowly.

"Again, babe, do it again," Fen urged, reaching down to massage the outside of Atlas' thigh where the muscles were still all tense.

"Ngh," Atlas grunted as they sucked in another breath, screwing their eyes shut as the contraction peaked and the pressure between their hips increased tenfold. Hardly even realizing it, they found themselves bearing down against it for the remainder of the contraction.

Once it was done, Atlas shifted to reposition so they were leaning back against Fen, one foot up on the seat and the other on the floor. The position let them spread their thighs a bit more and they moaned softly when they felt that pressure drop deep into their pelvis. "H-Hey, Fen," they mumbled, unable to help but rock their hips a little, "I think I have to push."

Fen didn't reply right away, lifting his head to glance around the bus first. There weren't many people, thankfully, and it seemed like they'd be getting to the bus stop soon but neither of them were sure if it'd be soon enough. "Okay. We're almost to the stop and the hotel is just around the corner from there. Try to breathe through it until we get there," Fen instructed, calm aside from a slight tremble to his otherwise even voice.

"I'll try, but..." Atlas trailed off, feeling their midsection tighten in another strong contraction.

"You got this, love. I know it's hard, I know you want to push but let's breathe through it," Fen cooed, his voice low and lips brushing against Atlas' ear as he spoke. "Feel the pressure, notice it and accept it as you breathe," he instructed, taking slow even breaths for Atlas to follow.

"Yeah, 'm feeling th-the pressure," Atlas groaned in one quick exhale, screwing their eyes shut and trying their best to match Fen's breathing. What really got them through the intense heavy pressure urging them to push, though, was focusing on Fen's fingers rubbing their thigh.

"You're doing so good sweet-tart," Fen rumbled, "Focus on my voice and we'll get through this."

Atlas nodded, unable to answer as they tried not to make a lot of noise. They could feel that heaviness shift and move down, knowing the baby's head was fully engaged and working its way through their cervix by now.

"You've got this, babe, doing so good for me," Fen purred as the contraction peaked.

There was only so much Atlas could do, though, when the contractions were doing enough to work the baby down through their cervix even without them pushing.

Just as the contraction was ending, there was a loud 'boom' and the bus jolted, tires screeching as it came to a very sudden stop.

Within half a second of the sound, Fen had both arms wrapped tight around Atlas and didn't loosen his grip until the bus was completely stopped.

"Fuck, Atlas are you okay?" Fen asked, calm facade breaking for a moment as panic crept into his voice.

"Yeah, I think so," Atlas answered, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm their racing heart. "Are you?"

"Yeah," Fen nodded, pressing a kiss against the top of Atlas' head.

"Sorry, folks!" the bus driver exclaimed, "Sounds like a tire gave up on us. The station has already been notified, though and someone should be here within the hour to fix us up."

Fen and Atlas sat in silence for a few seconds as that information sunk in. There was no way Atlas was going to make it through an extra hour - they were cutting it extremely close anyway.

"Fen," Atlas mumbled, tilting their head to look at their husband, "I don't know if... if we'll make it."

A small frown tugged at Fen's lips before he slowly answered, "Should we call an ambulance?"

"No," Atlas snapped, panic rising at just the mention of going to a hospital - especially one that was away from their home town that Atlas had never been to.

They've had enough medical trauma and shitty doctors to give them a lifetime of distrust for hospitals.

"Okay - That's okay," Fen reassured, finding one of Atlas' hands to hold. "Let's still try to breathe through it and we'll see how far we get."

"'Kay," Atlas grunted, hand tightening around Fen's as pain and pressure overwhelmed them.

The next couple of contractions went similarly, Atlas following Fen's instructions while trying to keep themselves quiet even as the pressure kept moving lower. It was getting difficult, though, especially when the intensity of the pressure didn't lessen at all after the most recent contraction ended.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Nghhh," Atlas whined, squirming against Fen as they tried to find some sort of position that wouldn't be as terrible. "So much pressure," they complained, arching their back a little before collapsing against Fen with a defeated whine.

"I could give you a distraction, if you want," Fen offered, one of his hands trailing down over Atlas' swollen stomach to rub against the inside of their thigh before gently trailing over the seam of their leggings.

"Ah!" Atlas gasped at the unexpected sensation, their clit already swollen and sensitive from how Fen had been talking before. "Please," they said in a rush of air, thighs twitching open more.

Taking a glance around, Fen slipped his hand into Atlas' leggings once he was sure no one would see. "There you go, sweets, just focus on my hand and my voice," Fen encouraged, quickly finding Atlas' swollen clit and slowly rubbing circles over it.

Dropping his head back against Fen's shoulder, Atlas bit back a moan. It did help, though, able to focus on a different sensation rather than pain and pressure. "Sh-shit," Atlas groaned as another contraction hit and Fen sped up his fingers as it peaked. The pleasure took the edge off of the pain but stood no chance against easing the pressure and urges to push that Atlas felt. "Ngh! Ah, f-fuck," Atlas grunted as the contraction peaked.

Fen was telling them to pant through it, suck in air and then blow it out, do whatever they could just so they weren't holding their breath. That was hard, though, and Atlas found themselves giving little pushes with every forced exhale.

They didn't have a choice in the matter and fuck did it feel good to give in a little bit.

It was only after the contraction ended that Atlas realized on top of the pressure there was a new sensation just below their cervix - like they were being stretched and filled to their breaking point.

Everything was so intense, though, Atlas couldn't even say anything about it. They were reduced to a squirming, whimpering mess as the pleasure warred with the discomfort and that urge to push completely overtook them when their abdomen tightened again.

And Atlas was right - it felt so good to finally do what their body wanted them to.

Between that and Fen's fingers moving expertly over their clit, Atlas found themselves on the verge of an orgasm as they gasped in a breath and pushed.

That's what did it, Atlas unable to help but cry out and buck their hips as the orgasm washed over them even as their body kept bearing down.

By the time Atlas was coming down from that absolutely incredible orgasm, they could feel that that heaviness had completely filled their cunt and they were sure if they pushed just a little more that their lips would start to bulge and part.

"Oh my God, are you having a baby?!"

The shrill voice of a concerned stranger made Atlas' face go bright red, realizing she probably had heard them cumming just now.

Fen didn't remove his hands from Atlas' leggings which made Atlas' face burn even brighter as Fen tried to reassure the worried passenger.

Atlas was past the point of being able to speak coherently, though, especially as another contraction started not even seconds later.

"Oh - Ah - Nghh - No," Atlas whined as quietly as they could, their body now pushing without their consent. "Oh God, oh God. Fen!" Atlas gasped, feeling their hole start to stretch as the baby's head started to inch out.

But Fen was still trying to convince the lady - and now several other worried passengers - not to call 911 because they had it handled and that Atlas didn't want to go to the hospital.

Groaning through gritted teeth, Atlas felt the baby's head slide back in as the contraction ended. But they didn't get that relief for long, their contractions almost on top of each other by now.

Atlas hardly even noticed the small crowd that had gathered around their seat, all of their focus on trying (and partially failing) not to push again.

It didn't make much of a difference, though.

The baby's head was slowly making its way through. Every contraction brought it out further and further even though it always slipped back in as soon as the contractions were over.

At least until it didn't.

Unable to speak, Atlas grabbed Fen's wrist and moved his hand down just enough that he'd be able to feel the way Atlas' lips were bulging and the baby's head peaking out through them.

Atlas felt Fen's whole body tense for a moment, words faltering as he tried to soothe everyone who was trying to call an ambulance.

Then, he regained composure and with two fingers spread Atlas' lips just a little further so he could press his hand against the baby's head. With that position, Fen incidentally had the ball of his hand pressed firmly against Atlas' sensitive clit which sent entirely conflicting sensations through their body again.

As the next contraction came, Atlas found themselves unintentionally grinding against Fen's hand as they moved their hips in little circles like they had been this whole time.

And it felt so fucking good but also way too intense at the same time and Atlas couldn't hold back their moans, grunts, and whines anymore.

When that contraction peaked, Atlas gave a series of little pushes each accompanied with a small grunt.

It wasn't doing anything, though, and Atlas soon realized that Fen was keeping the baby from progressing more with firm but gentle pressure against its head.

"Hey, they're transferring us to a different bus, sweet-tart, it just got here," Fen's voice right in Atlas' ear was the only thing Atlas could hear outside of their own harsh breathing and pounding heartbeat. "The aisle is too narrow for me to pick you up but as soon as we're off the bus I'll be able to carry you, okay?"

Fuck.

There wasn't any other choice, though, so after Fen removed his hand from Atlas' leggings, Atlas slowly adjusted so they could stand.

Fen supported them the whole time but with every step Atlas could feel their labia bulging and spreading more and more. Not to mention the way their hole was starting to burn with the stretch as the baby began to crown.

The step down from the bus was the worst and the baby was nearly at a full crown by the time Fen was picking them up to carry them over to the other bus.

Thank fuck the other bus was a little bigger so Atlas didn't have to walk to a seat. Especially since a contraction started just as Fen was stepping up into the bus.

All Atlas could do was bury their face against Fen's shoulders and sob as that burning sensation just continued to get worse, their body pushing even though they were actively trying not to.

"Fen!" Atlas squealed as the rest of the baby's head popped out all at once, making their leggings bulge obscenely. "I-It's - Oh God - th-the head is - it's out," they stammered, clinging to Fen even as their husband gently laid them on the row of seats in the back of the bus.

"Okay, okay - Babe, just, I need you to let go of me so I can - uh - look and help," Fen said in a mumbled rush, standing once Atlas let go before kneeling between Atlas' feet. "We need to get these pants off, okay?" he asked, already reaching for the waistband of the leggings.

"Wait - waitwaitwait," Atlas gasped, keening as their abdomen cramped and tightened again. They could feel the baby turning and a shoulder trying to come out but their leggings didn't let that happen.

At least until Fen managed to pull the legging down - ignoring Atlas' pleas because they needed to come off - and several things happened all at once.

The first shoulder slid out, closely followed by the second one and, before Fen even had Atlas' leggings to their knees, the baby was born with a large gush of fluid.

[jayswritings13]

Multi-fandom: Hello Nurse

Summary: After they get injured, you help clean them up.

Included: Robby Keene (Cobra Kai), Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom), Santana Lopez (Glee), and Moana (Disney), April O'Neil (TMNT), Moxxie and Millie (Helluva Boss)

💗Masterlist | WIP Page

Robby Keene (Cobra Kai)

"This is gonna sting."

"Do it." You nodded, quickly placing the alcohol soaked rag on Robby's cheek, hesitating when he winced in pain.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" Robby tried to grin, but even that couldn't hide the pain in his eyes. "You didn't do this."

"I know, but still," You shrugged, "I don't like seeing you like this."

Silence.

"While we're on that subject, who di-"

"It was no one important." He said. "I was training with Mr. LaRusso and Sam."

"Okay," you said, "must've been one tough training for the great Robby to get injured."

"I don't know about 'great'."

"I do." You said, placing a bandaid over the cut on his cheek, "so keep the rough shit for the mat and not training."

Santana Lopez (Glee)

"I told you," Santana rolled her eyes, "I'm fine."

"I'll believe that when you stop bleeding, San." You spat back, pressing the damp towel to her forehead.

"Oh, please," Santana scoffed, "You should see the other guy."

"Stay still. You're dripping all over the floor."

"Good, then maybe that little gremlin will face some consequences."

"What happened?"

"Just a little rumor that needed to be squashed and a huge ego that got brought to size." She shrugged, though you caught the small smirk edging the corner of her lips. "Just the regular stuff."

"And that led to you bleeding."

"I was getting there," Santana said, "Anyway, she didn't take it well and went at me." She paused, grinning, "But, you know me...."

"I do." You laughed, slipping your hand into hers, "I know you pretty well."

Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

"Just because you're half ghost, doesn't make you invincible, Danny!"

"Ow!" He grimaced as you tightened your grip on his arm. "Some nurse you are." He grumbled.

"I mean, what the fuck?!" You continued, ignoring his comment and wrapping more gauze around his arm. "Were you trying to get yourself killed? I know that Vlad is your uncle and all-"

"That doesn't mean anything. Things just went too far."

"You got too cocky," You paused, dropping your grip on his arm, "is what I think you meant to say."

"I'm okay, FYI."

"This time, Danny!" You sighed, "This time you are." You dropped his arm, sitting down next to him. "What about next time? Or the time after that?"

"I've gotten myself out of things like these before and I continously will," Danny said, "Or, well, as long as I have you by my side, I will."

"That was so cheesy."

"But, it worked, didn't it?"

"Shut up," you laughed, "and just be more careful."

Moana (Disney)

"Please don't tell my dad," Moana muttered against your shoulder as you helped her over to the sand, helping her sit down.

"Please, right now that's the least of my worries," You said, kneeling in front of her red and swollen ankle. "How do you think that he's not gonna notice this?"

"It's not that noticeable."

"Really?" You scoffed, "You can barely walk on it, Moana. I'm sure that if he doesn't notice, you're mom will."

"Just..." Moana sighed, "Please don't tell him. Please." She gripped your hand, taking your attention off of her ankle. "I don't need another lecture from him."

"You hurt your ankle walking through the village with me this morning."

"What?"

"You're gonna need a cover." You said, "He means well, but I know what you mean."

"Thank you." Moana winced, as you wrapped her ankle.

"Just be careful out there. For me please."

"Of course." Moana smiled, "Now, help me up."

April O'Neil (TMNT)

"It's just a scratch."

"Just a scratch. You're bleeding on my couch, April." You said, handing April a tissue, while you pulled the first aid kit closer to you.

"I'm fine." April said, holding the tissue to her cheek. "It barely gazed me."

"It- Grazed?" You shuttered, shocked. "Were you in the alley fighting with Jones?"

"It's called training."

"I call bullshit." Grabbing gaze and some tape out of the kit, "You know better than to do that shit with Casey. How the hell do you think he got that fucking gap?!"

"Whatever, I totally kicked his ass this time."

"What'd you do? Widen that gap, April?" You laughed.

"Maybe," April winced as you placed an alcohol soaked cloth on her cheek. "Ow! You don't have to press so hard?"

"You don't have to get hurt this hard." You countered, smirking. "Maybe, I should go teach Casey a god damn lesson."

"Too late." April grinned, wincing in pain.

Moxxie & Millie (Helluva Boss)

"Wow, I thought that you said that the hit was 'no big deal'...?"

"It wasn't."

"Bullshit. Why are you both bandaged up?!"

"Well, we- I mean, I sort of-"

"It's not a big deal," Millie shrugged, "We're fine, (Y/N)."

"What if you weren't?!" You exclaimed, "What if you two were seriously fucking hurt and didn't come back?"

"(Y/N)...."

"No, I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna tell me to have more faith and that you too are a team, handling it together." You sighed, "But, that doesn't mean that I can't worry about you two. I mean, you guys literally kill people for a living and seem to have a target on your back from others."

"Not entirely our fault." Millie said, as Moxxie nodded.

"Yeah. Who knew that Blitz had so many people who hated him?" Moxxie said. "And I mean like a shit ton of peo-"

"What I think Moxxie is trying to say is," Millie interrupted, "We'll try to be careful for you."

"Thanks," You smiled, "Now, get over here. Whoever wrapped your wounds did a fucking terrible job." You laughed.

"Hey! It's hard to do it one arm!"

[billys-pretty-babe]

Hi love! How about getting a part 2 to ur wonderful ‘pineapple’ smut. Maybe this time Billy really wants to deepthroat her?

Return the Favor

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : 2 weeks have gone by since you gave Billy head and now, you're in desperate need for release and Billy still has a favor to return.

Warnings : Swearing, sixty-nine, spitting, protected sex -> unprotected sex (please don't do this), praise kink, nicknames (pretty girl, bunny, babe, baby) and aftercare

Word count : ~ 2.3k

A/N : Part 2 of Pineapple Juice. A lot of this was pre-written but I did try and add the deepthroat concept as well as I could :) I can definitely write something separate if you'd like :)

2 weeks had gone by since you tasted him and each time you thought about it, your thighs clenched, wishing you would've accepted his offer. It was close to one in the morning but nonetheless, you walked to Billy's house, giving you time to think. You arrived and went to his window, seeing his bedroom light on still and you pulled open his window as he laid in a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. 

He looked over and smiled, stubbing out the cigarette. "Hey pretty girl." You smiled, "Hi B." You shut his window and closed his curtains before sitting on his bed. "Billy," you softly said and he hummed, his eyes on yours. "Um, I think I'm ready for you to return the favor now." He smiled, "Thank God, I've been waiting," he exclaimed, not needing to be quiet because everyone had gone to Indianapolis to see some of Neil's family. 

He pulled you close to him before kissing you, humming at the taste of your chapstick. "Is that cherry?" You laughed and nodded before pulling him back in for another kiss and he moaned softly, holding your waist, trying to bring you closer to him. “Need you closer,” he mumbled against your lips and you moved to his lap, holding his shoulders, gently scratching his back with your nails. 

You felt him harden underneath you, his erection pressing against your thigh as he gently moved your hips. “Gotta taste you,” he panted out, a string of spit connecting you to each other. “I wanna do the same,” you softly said, suddenly growing shy under your best friend’s lust-filled gaze. “Bit of a predicament.” You both giggled, breathing in each other’s oxygen with how close your faces were. “Fuck it, sixty-nine.” You raised a brow, new to the whole ‘oral sex’ scene. “You get on my face and suck me off or give me a handjob, whatever you’re comfortable with babe.” You thought about it and nodded. “Can I get some words? Voice is too pretty to be hiding it.” You smiled, “Yeah, we can do that.” He smiled and quickly pecked your swollen lips with his before swiping the pillows from his bed, leaving one in the middle and he helped you strip, kissing your soft skin that smelled like your favorite lotion and perfume. 

You were done to your bra and underwear as he trailed wet kisses down to your shoulder and he took your bra strap in-between his teeth before snapping it against your skin making you flinch a little. He put his thumbs in the elastic waistline of your underwear, his eyes looking up and you nodded, putting your hands on his shoulders as he slid the underwear to your ankles, helping you step out of them. 

He took his shorts off, leaving him bare. “You just go commando now?” He rolled his eyes, lightly swatting your thigh making you laugh. He laid down as you moved so you were hovering over his face as you face his lower half. “Is it okay if I eat you out?” You quivered and he moaned below you, “Please,” you let out meekly. He kissed your thigh quickly before placing a feather-light kiss to your clit making you jump a little. “It’s okay, I got you, promise.” You calmed down before trailing your hand down his stomach, his abs constricting under your hand as your fingers danced through the grooves of his abs, touching every freckle, every small dip he had on his torso. 

Your fingers danced down, down, down until you reached the base of him, taking him into your hand as he groaned against you, making you clench around nothing. Billy moved your thigh a little, making you spread wider for him as you licked his tip, licking off the pre-cum and you hummed. You took him into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks like he taught you to do before taking a few inches, breathing in through your nose so you wouldn’t gag. 

You felt Billy’s fingers on your thigh before he danced his fingers up, flicking your clit with his middle and ring finger before he traced your entrance, “Hell pretty, you ever been fucked before?” You pulled off of him and hummed, “Twice, been a while though.” He hummed and spread you, puckering his lips slightly and kissed your entrance, making you tense before relaxing. “Has anyone eaten you out before? You’re so jumpy.” You hummed, “No, didn’t really get much foreplay before I lost my virginity.” Billy scoffed, the air blowing onto your entrance and you moaned, digging your nails into his hairy thighs. 

You licked up his length, taking him back into your mouth as his fingers circled your entrance, playing with your slick. You hummed around him, moving up and down, flicking your tongue over his tip each time you came up. He bucked his hips, making you take more than half of him, triggering your gag reflex as you pulled away from him and coughed as he mumbled an apology against you before suckling on your clit making you moan, digging your nails into his tanned skin, making you arch your back as you looked at his ceiling. 

“There she is,” he murmured before sinking one finger into you and you were consumed by Billy, everything on your mind was just Billy, Billy, Billy and a side of Billy. You gathered yourself, taking a deep breath before working your mouth over him once more, making sure to keep breathing through your nose and you put your hand at his base and moved your wrist in a twisting motion, his entire cock coated with your saliva, some matting in his pubic hair. Minutes passed as you both pleased each other and you made your way down to his base, your tongue dragging around it, trying to fight your gag reflex as you swallowed around him, the air in the room filled with the sounds of Billy fingering you and you deep throating him, small gags coming from you as he hit the back of your throat as his hips bucked every few seconds. You both pulled away from each other to breathe.

“You okay?” You laughed and wiped your lips, “You taste like alcohol, did you put cologne on?” He snickered, nipping your thigh gently, “Maybe.” You both laughed. “My legs hurt.” Billy laughed and helped you get off of him before laying you down on his bed, softly kissing you. “Condom?” You nodded, “Don’t need baby Hargroves running around although, you’d make some cute babies.” Billy laughed and leaned over and grabbed the box of condoms before grabbing a foil packet. 

He tossed the box to the floor and looked at you, putting the packet to your lips, moving the condom to the very bottom of the wrapper. “Bite down gently.” You nodded and took the edge of the packet between your teeth and he tore the package, taking the sliver of foil from your teeth before rolling the condom onto himself. He took a hold of your legs and placed them around his waist, “Tighten them, ‘kay?” You nodded and locked your ankles behind his back or, at least you attempted to because although his waist was small, he had muscle. He kissed your cheek softly, his lashes fluttering against your temple, his forehead resting on your temple. 

“Tell me to stop if I need to, okay?” You nodded and he shook his head, “I really need words, pretty.” “I’ll tell you to stop.” He nodded and kissed you once more before taking a hold of his cock, moving one of your legs a little before pressing himself against your entrance, his eyes closing at how you felt, even through the rubber. “Baby, Christ,” he groaned as he worked himself inside of you, your nails digging into his shoulders, tracing the birthmark on his shoulder to distract yourself from the stretch. 

“I gotcha, just relax.” He kissed your jaw, nipping at it and running his tongue over his teeth marks. He bottomed out and he softly moaned your name as you moaned his name loudly, your back arching so you were chest to chest. His chest shuttered with his breathing as his Saint Christopher pendant landed perfectly in the valley of your breasts. “Move, B, please.” He placed his hands on both sides of your head as he began to thrust, the thrusts slow but deep as his hips hit yours, thighs slapping against your ass. 

“There you go, good girl for taking it all,” he said, smirk on his lips, remembering how you reacted to praise. You couldn’t reply, your senses were filled with Billy and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Billy looked down at you, your eyes hazy and he knew he had corrupted you as he gripped the bedsheets tighter and thrust harder, picking up speed and you moaned his name sweetly. 

“Billy, feels so good.” He smiled and ran his nose up your neck, placing his lips on your pulse, “Good, it’ll feel great in a few minutes,” he said before nipping at your pulse and sucking on it. Your hips tried to meet his and he put his hand on your hip and pinned it to the bed, “Uh uh, lemme do all the work.” You whined, “Wanna ride you.” He raised a brow before pulling you to his chest and he rolled over, almost hitting his head on his bedside table and you both quietly laughed, your lips centimeters apart. 

“Get to it then, bunny.” A shiver ran down your spine at the nickname and he placed his hands on your hips. You began to grind, his pubic hair on your clit, stimulating it slightly and he moaned, tightening his grip on you. “Wanna try and bounce for me? Promise it’ll feel good.” You nodded and put your hands on his pecs and before he could say something stupid you experimentally bounced and his head lolled back, “Fuck,” he let out breathlessly as you bounced, wiggling your hips as soon as your ass connected with his thighs. “Good girl, just like that. Fucking pro at this, cock-bunny.” Your eyes rolled back as your nails dug into his pecs, scratches arising on the skin as they became red and lifted from his skin. 

Your legs began to tire as Billy pulled you down to his chest before sitting up and moving to the edge of his bed, planting his feet on the floor before bouncing you on his lap. Sweat decorated you both, Billy’s hair was a frizzy mess, the strands everywhere. “Trust me?” You nodded as his thrusts knocked the air out of you. He held the back of your head before dipping you down so your back was on his thighs as he held your chin. “Open.” You furrowed your brow before opening your mouth and he held your jaw in his hand before spitting into your mouth and he squished your cheeks, “Mine now,” he said before bear hugging you as he thrust quickly, knocking your body up his chest as your grabbed his hair, not tugging and not holding too tightly. 

“Gonna come, please B.” He softly hushed you, “It’s okay, let go, babe. I got you, you’re okay.” You took your hands out of his hair and hugged him tightly before biting his shoulder as your high hit you, making your body tingle. He held you, helping you come down and you kissed his neck, nibbling his ear lobe, “Take the condom off.” He stilled, “You sure?” You nodded and he lifted you off of him for a mere second, taking the rubber off and dropping it into his trash can before you sank down onto him and you both moaned as you felt every detail of his cock and he felt you clench around him. 

He began to twitch, his arms bulging, his cock twitching gently, his balls constricting. “Where do I cum,: he asked breathlessly. “Inside, please.” He held your hips down, keeping a tight grip on them as he painted your walls, his head falling back, your name leaving his lips with curses following right after. He came down and caught his breath. “Wanna keep going?” You shook your head, “My legs hurt.” You both laughed and he helped you off of him, grabbing the tissues from beside a bottle of lotion as he cleaned you up. “Come on, I’ll help you to the bathroom so we can shower and then sleep.” You nodded and he helped you to his bathroom and left you to do your business and as soon as you finished he was back with towels and clothes. 

“Hot water okay?” You nodded, “Not scalding hot though.” He nodded and turned on the water and waited for it to heat up before you tested it with your hand before you both got into his shower as you washed each other, neither of you washing your hair, neither of you could be bothered with the task. Billy turned off the water after he washed the suds off of you and as soon as you were both dried off, the exhaustion hit you and you yawned and slumped against Billy and he softly laughed. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” You nodded and let him help you into the bed after he put the pillows back on it. He laid down and pulled you to his side, “Are you okay? Wasn’t too rough?” You shook your head, “I’m okay, tired but okay.” He nodded and kissed the top of your head, putting your head on his chest. “Go to sleep, I got you.” You nodded, kissing his chest before being lulled into a deep sleep as you listened to his heartbeat.

[sillygoose067]

Charles’s Angel(s)

Ch.25

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Charles wakes up with a throbbing headache. “Ugghh”

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

He looks over, and there you are, sitting with a book in your lap, hair up in a messy bun, glasses perched on your beautiful nose. He reaches for you, managing to push the book off your lap and pull his head in it place. Surprised at the action, you let Charles lay there, his head resting on your lap. 

“How many drinks did I have last night? I know I’m not a lightweight.”

You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair, scratching his aching scalp and massaging his temples. “Not much, but Soju is much stronger than you’d think and it hit after you’d had too many.”

He lets out a groan of understanding and his eyes flutter shut again. Your fingers stop as well. 

“Nooo”, he moans as if in pain. “Don’t stop, please. Keep going. Reminds me of when my mother did this when I was little”, he half mumbles. 

You resume with a smile. Then, the events of last night come back to you. Should you bring it up? Would he even remember? Was this too fast? Too late? Just right?

Charles, somehow sensing your tension, sits up with a pained groan and opens his eyes. “Hey. What’s on your mind?”

“Hmmm?”, you release your bitten lip and look down at him. Sighing, you decided to confront him. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

You expect him to say no, shake his head. His gaze meets yours guiltily. “Believe it or not, Ange, I do.”

You release a great, big breath. Oh god. He remembers. What do I do now?

He sits up and grabs your chin so you look him in the eye. “I remember everything and Chéri, I meant every word. Every. Word.” “I think I’m finding more and more reasons to fall in love with you every single day” His thumb caresses your cheek. You blink back tears. “And I heard what you said last night too.”

Your heart stutters. Fuck. 

He leans in and kisses your lips softly. “Thank you so much for entrusting your heart to me, Chéri. I know it is not easy, especially with this being one of your many firsts. And I know that I am not easy to love, either”. Another kiss, one you return actively this time. “So thank you”. Kiss. “I swear, that I will do everything in my power to ensure its safekeeping.”

By now, you’ve climbed into his lap, and are returning his kisses in full. Your heart is about to burst for this man. Because of this man. Into this man. 

He cups the back of your head and tilts it back. Slowly, he begins to trail his kisses down your jaw, and you open up your neck for him. He approaches the blank, pristine skin reverently. You let out a whimper of satisfaction, craving his lips on you again, and with one final kiss on your swollen lips, he moves onto your neck, marking and teasing the delicate skin there. Inciting moans and whimpers of delight. Gasps of surprise. 

Once you’ve had enough, you grasp his face in both hands and bring it back up to you lips, hands finding their way into his hair. Wanting to grant him the same pleasure, you begin to trace kisses from his defined jaw. Down to his neck, under his ear. Nipping, breathing into his ears, sucking on the creamy olive skin nearby, anywhere your lips and tongue could reach. You feel something poke you from below, and Charles pulls you off his neck in a second.

Breathing hard. His dark, dilated pupils eye you up and down. Then he smirks. “Sweetheart, you sure are a quick learner. Any longer and I would have cum in my pants right here.”

You blush at his filthy language. Rushing off his lap, you fetch him some hangover pills and a glass of water. 

Gratefully, he takes it and finds instant relief. Resting his head against your shoulder, he nuzzles into your neck. 

“Do we have any plans today?”, he mumbles into your skin. 

Running your fingers through his hair, you hug his body close to yours. “Other than packing our bags and bidding farewell to our friends, nothing really”, you hum into his hair, leaving a kiss there. 

…

After meeting up with Stray Kids, leaving with hearts full, eyes teary, and arms full of gifts, you and Charles finally make it onto the plane. 

Sighing, you plop into the seat. Charles follows after you, and then abruptly turns his head to face you, resting on the headrest. Smiling he grasps your hand and places a kiss on it, rubbing a thumb over the skin. 

That’s how you fall asleep.

[dominimoonbeam]

Don't Run 17

This work is mine and I do not give consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted without my permission. I am sharing chapters as I work on this story but it is copyrighted material that I plan to rework and publish when completed.

you can find the series from the start over on patreon.

story tags: mobsters, romance, explicit sex, explicit language, learning to trust, dark themes, bad childhood, arranged marriage, reference to past murder, kidnapping, danger, violence, guns

DON’T RUN - CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

After some talk, with their clothes back on, Ezra suggested they go to her place. Of course, her place was really Adi’s place…

“Not that I don’t like seeing you in my clothes… but at some point, we do need to get you back,” Ezra tried again when she hesitated to answer.

Freya nodded. He was right. She couldn’t escape her life and hide out in this place, no matter how much she wanted to. “Yeah.”

Ezra sighed but she couldn’t tell if it was relief or worry. He tucked some hair behind her ear. It was familiar and soft in a way she wasn’t used to but was growing comfortable with too fast. Yeah, she needed to get out of there. Staying longer would just make reality harder.

She stood, hiding the move for distance with a stretch only to wince at the starbursts of pain that shot through her body. She was sore all over. “Go get dressed. I’m going to find the leftover pizza…”

Ezra watched her, those eyes seeming to see too much, but he nodded and got up.

Freya rolled her shoulders, one aching but she couldn’t remember why. Her feet felt swollen, the muscles in her legs so tight that she hobbled to the kitchen. When she was finally out of his line of sight, finally alone, she leaned against the wall beside the refrigerator and sighed. It had been a whirlwind of a day, yesterday, and this morning… This morning she’d fucked her husband’s boyfriend.

Well, no one had ever accused her of making good choices.

To be fair, Freya wasn’t sure she’d been given a lot of choices… But Ezra was definitely one of them. And now what? She goes back to the tower, chin up, and pretends nothing happened? What else was there to do?

She couldn’t let him distract her. She had to get out of this place and away from her life. The last thing she needed was to be dragged into a romantic triangle with her fucking husband.

Rolling her eyes, she pulled the fridge open to hunt for the leftovers.

Where Adi’s fridge had been stocked with bottled water and meal-replacing smoothies, Ezra’s was half the size and four times as full. The crisper was packed with fruits and veggies. Cartons and jars pressed in for space on the shelves. She hadn’t realized she hadn’t seen a normal kitchen in a while until she stood in front of that assortment of ingredients. The leftover pizza slices were in a ziplock bag. She pulled them out and didn’t bother heating them in the microwave. She ate cold pizza off the counter like it might be her last meal.

Considering her life, it was possible.

She hadn’t told Vizzini anything, but would the Ellises believe her?

Would her own family?

She ate another slice, not sure if she’d find herself in the bay again today.

-

It was hard not to follow her when he could tell she was pulling away, but that was exactly why he couldn’t.

He picked up his phone off the counter and headed down the hall to his bedroom, gently closing the door behind him.

He changed into a pair of jeans and pulled a clean shirt on before hitting the call button.

Adi answered after one ring and Ezra smiled. “Were you up all night worrying?”

“Shut up,” Adi groused, the sound of his espresso machine in the background.

“I’m bringing her home,” he said, jumping to the point.

“I suppose it would look strange if she lived with you,” Adi agreed, voice dark with sarcasm.

“Can you send someone to give us a lift? I know it’s not a long walk but she doesn’t have shoes—”

“Yeah. I’m coming,” he said, the sound of the promise of caffeine replaced by the snap of a door. “Did you find out what happened?”

Ezra sighed, dragging fingers over the back of his head and looking at the shut door. “Someone was trying to kick off a war between you and the Morgans. It wasn’t a ransom.”

The silence was heavy, the hum and ding of the elevator in the background. Ezra knew Adi wasn’t sure how to feel about his arranged marriage, or how to even begin to trust a Morgan, but he also wouldn’t be okay with anyone trying to hurt let alone kill someone close to him. “How did she get away?”

Ezra smiled. Freya had told what amounted to a great story like they were just bullet points on a sheet. “She got a knife on the guy and used him as a human shield. She then jumped into the bay and swam for it.” Freya was definitely living up to her name… whether it was Morgan or Ellis.

Adi exhaled on the other end and Ezra heard the tangled knot of amusement and outrage there. A car door closed and an engine rumbled.

“We slept together.”

The engine idled. Ezra could imagine Adi trying to decide what he meant.

“We fucked.” He wasn’t sure how Adi would react. She had just been through a traumatic event, and she was his wife, but more importantly, she was a Morgan. Ezra wasn’t even sure himself if he’d crossed a line, although, to be fair, Adi had asked him to seduce his wife just the other week…

The car hummed as it drove. “So, does that mean you’ll finally move into the penthouse?”

Ezra laughed, clapping a hand over his mouth to try to stifle it.

“She’s okay?” Adi asked, voice a little lighter but the worry coming through now.

“Physically? She’s bruised but she’s okay.”

“And otherwise?”

Ezra’s heart sank as he stared at the door to the hallway. “I don’t think this was her worst day.” And that wasn’t a good thing. This should have been anyone’s worse day, but she’d told the story with a shrug. She’d cried at least, but she’d seemed way too worried about him believing she hadn’t given away any information and not enough about how she’d almost died.

“I’ll be out front.”

Ezra nodded and hung up. He grabbed a denim jacket and pocketed his phone, heading out to find her waiting by the front door, cold pizza in hand. She leaned against the wall, making it look like a lazy stance to hide the soreness of her body. He came to stand beside her, pulling his boots on.

When he opened his mouth, she fed him a bite of pizza. “Why is it better cold?”

She shrugged and finished it.

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Silence - Chapter 30

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = With Tommy in hospital he seems a lot more vulnerable, weak. Ana feels like she has no choice but to watch over him, until Campbell has a word.

Warnings = Language, Gang Activity, Killing mentioned, Violence, Grammar, blood, injury. Hospitals.

Word Count = 2678

Note - God this was a nightmare to write...I wrote this at least 4 times over the weekend, this is reedit 5/6 I think. But yeah, this is over two days by the way. I hope you enjoy it...Also I did want to post this earlier but got delayed the snow is heavy in Northern Ireland tonight...yikes, Enjoy

Feeling his hand move in mine, I jumped awake from my light sleep. Wincing at the niggling pain in my lower back from laying hunched over the bed, I must have fallen asleep holding his hand in the earlier hours of the morning without realising it.

Looking up at his beaten face, his right eye was swollen shut. His other eye was half open, the swelling not as bad. He was looking around, trying to find something familiar or discover where he was.  

Standing to my feet, I gained his attention, his left hand came up to greet me, a small smile tugged on his lips only to disappear with a groan.  

“Tommy” I whispered, leaning forward, pressing my lips softly to his forehead. Tommy’s hand came up to rest at the back of my head, holding me against him.

“Ana, what are you…why am I… Do you have that for me?” Tommy asked, his voice weak, almost gravelly as he spoke.

“Have what Tommy?” I asked softly, stroking the hair from his face, gazing down at him. He was still perfect, even with all the cuts and bruising.  

“That, that uh – I showed you, you hadn’t seen it before – the halos -lights on the shadow, on the ground…” He trailed off mumbling something I couldn’t quite understand.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I kept a smile on my face so I didn’t distress him. I chose to remain silent, allowing him to continue the mix mash of words that was leaving his mouth. None of them making much sense.

“Everybody can’t see that but if you – if you – yeah if you to see it – you can see it. In the sky- eh, that’s you”

“What’s me Tommy?” I asked quietly not wanting to upset him, but his incoherent speech had me worried.

Did he receive one to many hits to the head? Was this going to be permanent? All questions I wanted to ask the doctor but I couldn’t bring myself to leave Tommy this defenceless to the world.

“The sky – the sky at night, there bright. Like you. Pretty air all around, all around you see it – you can see it.” He voice sounding desperate.

“Yeah Tommy I can see it” I whispered, a tear falling from my eye. Quickly reaching up I wiped it away not allowing him to see it.

I wasn’t sure if Tommy knew he wasn’t exactly making sense, but he squeezed my hand tightly, a sad look in his eyes as he sighed deeply with a grimace on his face at the pain in his chest.

“1437” He nodded, a loving look in his eye as he said it.

Glancing over at the door, a nurse was preparing to come in to reclean some of his wounds and give him another dose of medication. It had been happening every few hours like clockwork.

Tommy, pulled on my hand again to bring my attention back to him, this time with a determined look on his face.

“1437” He repeated, a little more forceful this time. His eyebrows rose slightly, nodding in my direction as if willing me to understand.

Nodding back at him, I smiled, leaning forward placing another soft kiss to his forehead, working my way down the side of his face before reaching his lips and carefully leaving one next to the deep cut.

As I was about to pull away he placed a hand on the back of my head holding me in place. He groaned into my mouth as he pressed his lips harder against my own, opening them slightly as he moved against my own, claiming what he already knew was his.

The nurse cleared her throat at the side of the bed, an awkward smile on her face as she held up the needle containing the dose of opium that would no doubt render Tommy unconscious.

Moving myself back to give the nurse some room, Tommy gripped onto my hand refusing to let me move from next to him.

“I’ll be right here Tommy, it’s going to help with the pain.” I assured, going back to stroking his hair, immediately relaxing him.

The nurse looked over at me, nodding her head letting me know that she was about to deliver the drug. Tommy’s eye never leaving my face as the drug worked its way through his system.

He managed to stay awake for a few minutes before the drug finally took full affect, putting him back under into a state of unconscious.

“Hi, I'm sorry to bother you but he wasn’t making much sense when he woke up. It’s not something to worry about is it?” I asked the nurse who was putting the used needle back onto her metal tray, grabbing some cotton wool next.

“Oh no, with the opium in his system it’s completely normal. He is on such high dose due to his injuries. He could be incoherent for the next few days to give his body time to heal.” She explained, using a cotton pad to dab at the cuts on his face.

“So it’s definitely not permanent?”

“It’s shouldn’t be no” She shook her head, bright brown eyes turning to look at me. “Is he your husband?” She asked with a warm smile.

I was about to respond to her when Polly and his brothers came marching through the door. Arthur stopping by the door, his face falling into shock as he took in his brother for the first time.

“Jesus Ana, I…” Polly gasped walking further into the room, her eyes jumping from Tommy to myself, her mouth opened in disbelief. “Is he gonna be alright?”

“It’s going to take him a few weeks to recover Mrs Gray but he should make a full recovery.” The nurse answered for me.

Immediately recognising the woman who entered the room, it was then that the penny dropped and she realised who exactly the man in the bed was.

“How long? How long does he have to be in here for?” John asked, standing at the foot of the bed, an infuriated look on his face. He held his shoulders back, hands shoved in his pockets probably in fists as he looked at his brother.

“The doctors wants to keep him here for the next 3 weeks, at least.” The nurse said, looking around the four of us before excusing herself.

Letting go of Tommy’s hand, I threw myself back into the chair provided for me, a feeling of complete exhaustion overtaking me as I closed my eyes to rub at my head.  

“I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him with my bare hands, I will.” Arthur growled loudly from by the door. Opening my eyes once more I watched his fist clench by his side as he tried to fight off the raging thoughts in his head.

But it was futile. His temper won.  

I watched him walk over to the small table next to the door and with his arm he scooped everything on top of it off. The empty vase falling to the ground with an almighty crash and the books with a loud thud.

“Was it Sabini Ana?” John asked, a sympathetic look on his face as his eyes dropped to my jaw, completely ignoring the antics of his brother knowing was a daily occurrence.

“Yeah, he and his men were waiting for Tommy by his car. We didn’t know. There was about six or seven of them including Sabini.” I tell him, glancing over at Arthur who was now muttering under his breath, pacing the length of the room.

“And he done this to you?” Polly asked with disgust, her hand gently coming up to hold my already bruising jaw.

It wasn’t just the punch that rendered my face black and blue, but also his fingertips that he had dug in so deeply, ensuring I didn’t miss a single moment of his torture on Tommy.

“He’s a dead man Ana, a dead fucking man” Arthur pointed an index finger at me. His moustache moved every time he spoke, the anger in him reaching a boiling point.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking…” Polly started taking her hand from my face, dropping it to her lap as she stood in front of me.  “How are you both still alive?”

“Campbell” I breathed out in disbelief. “Once I stood in front of Tommy our fate was sealed, Sabini gave his order but then Campbell and the police arrived from nowhere.”

“Campbell’s back?” John questioned, walking forward to rest his hands on the end of Tommy’s bed as I nodded.

“What do you mean you stood in front of Tommy?” Polly asked, concern evident in her voice, her head tilted to the side, eyes not leaving the bruises on my face.  

“Oh well, Sabini – He…”

“He didn’t want to kill her, just me…” Tommy coughed out. My eyes widening as I looked at him.

“Tommy, what are you? How are you awake?” I gasped jumping to my feet, retaking his hand into mine. A smile returning to my face at the sound of his first coherent sentence.

“Take more than that to knock me out Ana” He moaned, moving his body so he was now sitting in the middle of the bed. “And Arthur destroying the room, didn't help.”

“I’m sorry brotha, I’m just – He’s a dead man” Arthur’s snarled walking over towards the bed for the first time. I could have sworn I saw a tear in his eye, I wasn’t sure but I wouldn't be surprised.

Tommy was in an awful state.

*****

Walking through the hospital, my heels clicked off the floor as I made my way towards Tommy’s room. He had convinced me to return home last night and get myself a good rest, something I truly needed but didn't get.

Knowing he was here, vulnerable to anyone played in my mind, that and I had grown accustomed to having him beside me in the bed.

Holding my head up high, I passed through the nurses station, a few looking at me with disgust, others jealously.  The only smile I received from them was from the young nurse who I had spoke to briefly, yesterday as she sorted through paperwork.

Nodding in her direction I opened the door to his room, a voice immediately capturing my attention. Walking further inside, I saw Major Campbell standing above Tommy, his cane poking into his chest while Tommy wheezed underneath him.

“Get that thing off of him, what the hell is wrong with you?” I scowled, almost running into the room.

Anger coursed through my veins as I glared at the older gentleman who in return just smiled in my direction taking the cain from Tommy’s chest like he had done nothing wrong.

“Miss Adler, how lovely you to join us. We were just discussing an old friend. You know her, Grace?” Major Campbell smirked in my direction, taking a seat as I inhaled a sharp breathe at the mention of that name.  

“Oh, were you both discussing how she is the reason you both have bullet scars?” I asked, eyes not leaving Campbells as Tommy took my hand into his squeezing it reassuringly.  

“No, no nothing like that” He chuckled shaking his head while leaning forward on his cain. “We were talking about how she is happily married now.”

“Grace is married?” I asked taken back.

“Yes to a rich banker, Mr Shelby was just telling me she is in. Oh now where was it again?” Campbell asked, an evil smile on his face as my eyes started to fill with tears.

Biting my lip I waited for Tommy to respond, the fight we had before the attack coming to mind. Tommy had said Grace had been writing to him, but I honestly believed he had said it to hurt me, to get a reaction but it turns out it was true.

“In Poughkeepsie” Tommy breathed out. Before inhaling deeply on the cigarette he had resting between his lips. His hand squeezing mine as he spoke, almost begging me not to read into it.

“Yes Poughkeepsie. Grace still writes to him you see Miss Adler…”

“I imagine being shot by a woman hurts the same as being shot by a man? It’s just a bit more shameful” Tommy tried to change the subject to embarrassing Campbell. “You know Mr Campbell when I got shot, they gave me a medal. No medal for you I bet.” He taunted, his subject change evidently working.

Campbell slammed his cane into the ground before standing to his feet, walking over to tower over Tommy as he removed the cigarette from his lips, tossing it to the ground.

“Mr Shelby, we have much to discuss just not in front of the lady so I suggest you get well soon…”

“I bet every time you bang that stick, you see her face…” Tommy continued, a small smirk growing on his face at the reaction he was getting from Campbell.

“As a result of the information in my position, I can charge you with murder at any time and provide witnesses, that with their testimony would lead you straight to the gallows” He threatened, leaning down and pressing two solid fingers into Tommy’s wounded chest.

“Get off of him” I speak, my voice falling me as it came out soft.

“You’re on my hook Mr Shelby.” He continued ignoring me as he wrapped a strong hand around Tommy’s neck pulling him up off the bed, hurting him.

“Get the fuck off him” I growled a little more assertive, my hand reaching around his wrist to throw his hand from around his neck, the action making Campbell laugh under his breath as he released Tommy.

“You belong to me now Mr Shelby” He grinned, his eyes flashing towards me before his cane started clanking off the floor as he made his exit. “I’ll be in touch when you can piss standing up.”

Swiping my tongue along my bottom lip, I waited until the bangs of his cain were no longer within hearing range before pulling my hand from Tommy’s, harshly.

“How long?” I asked, the tears falling freely from my eyes. Tommy inhaled deeply, adjusting himself in the bed as he looked over at me, a sad expression on his face.

“I told you she had been writing to me…”

“How long Thomas?”

“Every few months, for the past two years” He replied looking down at the pack of cigarettes that’s rested between his thighs. “I didn’t write her back…”

“Then why is she still writing?” I asked, feeling like someone had reached into my chest and began to squeeze my heart until it had stopped. “If you didn’t write her back, why is she still writing?”

“I don’t fucking know Stace I’m not…”

“You never truly let her go have you?” I asked standing at the foot of the bed. “That night after she got you shot you claimed to be mine. Claimed it was me you wanted but it never was me was it? It was always her.”  

“No. No it was never her. That’s not…”

“Fuck you and your lies Thomas.” I spat walking towards the double doors not wanting to hear whatever lies was going to leave his mouth.

“Stace don’t you dare walk out that fucking door” He yelled, groaning at the pain in his chest as he called after me.

"Why shouldn't I Tommy? Clearly you want the girl that puts bullets in you than the one who stands in front protecting you from them." I snapped, pushing open the door.

Ignoring his protests, I proceeded to walk down the corridor disregarding the whispers and stares of the nurses as I walked away.

I could still vaguely hear Tommy calling my name in the background, but I had a lot to think about.

The last few days have been completely eye opening not only to the violence that comes dating Thomas Shelby but to the backseat I had taken towards my own life.

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Relief

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 1500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: I'll leave my standard warning here, but there are mentions of babies and lactation. I know it's not everyone's jam so just a heads up!  Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

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Groaning, I slide into bed after checking on our daughter for the 20th time that hour. I glance at the clock and see it mocking me with the time -3:42am. I let out a quiet cry, the exhaustion washing over me.

"Honey?" Tommy stirs beside me, looking up through long lashes, dark curls messed from sleep. 

"Go back to bed, baby. I just had to check on her." My boobs hurt, used to being emptied throughout the night. My hands sleepily massage them, a movement my husband does not miss. 

 "You ok?" Tommy shifts, his head turning up to fully look at me.

I shrug. "I'm still adjusting to her sleeping through the night. And my boobs have not gotten the memo." I slide my fingers across my chest, exhaustion making it hard to continue massaging my boobs. 

"Lemme help?" His eyes are dark in the dimly lit room, shifting his body so he was laying half over me.

"You have work in the morning. Don't worry about me."

His large hand rests on my stomach, still soft from birth. He slides it up until it meets the line of my nursing bra. 

"I wanna help."

I look down at him, eyes like a puppy, dark curls even more mussed up as he leans up. He knows I can never deny that look. I shift forward from where I was leaning against the headboard and undo my bra, sliding it down my shoulders and off, the shirt I had been wearing tossed aside with it. Tommy sits up a little more, staring down at my swollen boobs. 

The hand he has on my stomach slides up, gently wrapping his fingers around my right boob and squeezes lightly. I moan at the slight release of pressure and Tommy shifts higher up my body. His mouth closes over my left boob, tongue lapping at my nipple as he gently sucks and I whimper his name, my fingers tangling in his curls, my eyes closing to better feel this relief. 

I feel his eyes on me before he speaks, low and quiet. "I guess you like this, huh?"

"Shut up." I don't open my eyes, but I do try to push his head back to my chest, feeling his lips stretch into a smile against my skin. 

When he massages me again, I can't help the soft moan that escapes me, the pressure in my chest lightening more. Soft lips ghost across my face, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my back arching to be closer, needing to be closer. My lips brush against his and I feel him smile against me before his lips press against mine, soft and slow. 

I kiss him back, my fingers tangling in his soft curls. Tommy gently presses his body against mine, a silent ask if I want more, need more, not wanting to overstep my current needs. My fingers tighten their grip in response, pulling him closer to me.

Tommy breaks the kiss long enough to grip my thighs, strong fingers pulling me down flat on my back. His lips are back on mine, soft and warm as he slides his body over me, slotting himself between my thighs. He leans on one arm, muscle tightening under his weight, his opposite hand coming up and covering my breast, calloused fingers working out the soreness. 

I pull at his shoulders, needing his weight on me. He breaks the kiss, dropping to his elbows and laying his body gently on mine. His weight is a comfort, grounding me, the stress seeping from my body. His other hand comes up to massage my other boob and I arch into his touch, his name a whisper from my lips. After a few minutes, I realize he's watching me. I crack open my eyes and find his, dark and wide, full of something I can only describe as reverence.

"God, you're so fuckin' beautiful, honey."

I chuckle, slightly breathless. "Oh yeah. So beautiful with spit up on my clothes and 5 day unwashed hair. I know the sleep deprivation has been doing wonders for the bags under my eyes-"

Tommy leans down, cutting off my words with his lips. "You created life… and look hot doing it."

"Watch what you say, Mr. Miller, or we may just add another crib to our home." My fingers lightly scratch his back and he hums at the feeling. 

"Mmm," he moans into my mouth, kissing me deeply. "Maybe I wouldn't mind that."

"Tom-" He presses his lips to mine, cutting me off again. 

"Talk later." 

Our lips are gentle, comforting light kisses that soon start to turn more. More needy, more desperate for the other. His tongue swipes across my bottom teeth, tongue dancing around mine. I can feel him under his boxers, achingly hard, lighting a fire in-between my thighs, fanning out through my body with each swipe of his thumb across my nipples, with each soft grind of his hips. I push mine up to meet his and his chest rumbles. He breaks the kiss, forehead pressed to mine, his nose gently tracing lines up my own. 

He waits, wanting me to make the first move. I pull him back down to me, swallowing his moan as I grind my hips into his, legs wrapping around his hips. His hand leaves my boob, sliding up my bare thigh, gripping my underwear. He pulls at it, gently lifting his hips to help me wiggle out of them, his own boxers following close behind, tossed somewhere on the floor. 

He sinks between my thighs again, pressing himself into me, slowly sliding between between my wet folds. My heart speeds up, breaths now puffing out from my lips between kisses, and my release comes on quick, a soft cry of his name as I clench around nothing, Tommy still sliding through me. 

I feel him pause when I come down, pressed against my entrance, heavy breathing into each other. I slide my arms under his, gripping his bare ass and push, trying to get him to move. He pulls his head back just enough to look at me, slowly pushing his hips forward, watching my face with every inch for any trace of discomfort. His eyes darken as he watches me, my mouth slightly agape, eyes fluttering closed as he stretches me. 

His hips flush against mine, he waits a moment before moving, a shallow thrust into me. My breath puffs out into his face, a quiet moan following. He moves slow, hips grinding against mine for several thrusts before he dips his head to my chest, licking at a nipple before sucking on it. 

I gasp and he stops, hesitant in case he hurt me. My hand flies to the back of his head, pushing him back down on my boob, silently begging him for more. He sucks gently, his other large, warm hand coming up to wrap around my opposite boob, massaging it gently with purpose. 

The way he's loving me, pressing against me from all sides, fills my head. All I see, all I feel and smell, all of it is him. Tommy. My back arches again as I writhe under him. The boob he was massaging starts to leak and he laps at my nipple, sending jolts through my body and straight between my thighs. I come, clenching hard around him as he continues to grind slowly into me, licking at my chest. 

Another few thrusts and he moves his head from my chest, slowly extending his neck up as he comes, quiet moans tumbling from his lips. He tries to move off me, but I slam my thighs against his, preventing him from moving. 

He says nothing, simply lowering his head for my chest, laying it down to listen to me breathe as I run my fingers through his hair. 

Eventually, he moves off me, silently cleaning us up before sliding back under the covers, pulling me to his side as he holds me, nuzzling into his side. He kisses the top of my head, his fingers tracing a mindless pattern on my back. My breaths slow, my mind starting to drift to sleep. 

"I love you, honey," Tommy whispers into the quiet, dark room, humming at the way I hold him a little tighter in response, too exhausted to verbalize exactly how much of me he holds. 

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Loved the Asterin x cottage-core girlfriend fic!

it’d be great with you could write Asterin x cottage-core reader x Elide where reader ends up getting injured due to one of the animals around her cottage and Elide and Asterin are both tending to her (even though reader assured them both she can handle herself). All the fluff please!

cinnamon 

Asterin x Reader x Elide 

Summary: Reader gets injured, and Elide and Asterin insist on taking care of her. 

Warnings: minor injury, some blood, fluff, not proofread very well

A/N: I love this idea! I promise I tried to make it fluffy. also the injury is based on a true story 

You were a bit distracted that morning, maybe weren’t paying as much attention as you usually do while milking, forgot to tug more gently, and Cinnamon landed a nice kick - right in your left eye, sending you flying back. You heard your nose crack the slightest bit, knowing a bit of blood would be dripping down, and prayed you don’t have a concussion. 

“Gods damned it” You cursed at the goat, gathering your breath. You glared at the goat who seemed very satisfied with her work, before digging her face back into her feed bucket. You huffed, ignoring the temporary pain before resuming, you couldn’t let her win this battle or she’d keep doing it, every day. “Be nice,” you warned her, and crouched at angle that kept your face out of striking range. 

-

“Who did that?” Elide asked, loudly, as you entered. Asterin froze and you could see the temper rising in her eyes. The bloodlust. 

“I’ll kill them.” She hissed. 

“You can’t kill Cinnamon.” You set the pail up on the counter and leaned back against it, twisting your head to look in the mirror. Your eye was bruised and swollen, turning a lovely shade of purple. 

They both approached to inspect it, looking closely - fingers drifting over your face. “I can handle it,” you insisted. You’d dealt with this before - back when you’d first gotten the goat, and it took some time to adjust to her temper. You moved towards the cabinet, heading to grab some salve, but Elide laid a gentle hand on your shoulder, stopping you. 

“Shut up,” Asterin warned, narrowing her eyes - not at you, at the injury. 

“You can’t eat her. Or feed her to Narene.” You emphasized, knowing exactly what she was thinking. She scowled but didn’t say anything else, instead telling Elide to grab a few things. The woman looked amused, but followed the witch's instructions. 

“I need to set this,” Asterin murmured. You looked at her own nose, slightly crooked from the time Manon broke it - she proudly wore it as a badge of honor. 

“And if I don’t want you to?” You teased. 

“It could affect your breathing if you don’t.” Elide cut in, and that settled it - Asterin would fix it whether you wanted her to or not. 

You still yelped slightly at the crack, but Elide had squeezed your hand.

“You’re fine,” Asterin said softly, and started dabbing at the blood trickling from your nose. Elide shoved her out of the way, saying it was her turn. You fought back a laugh at the two of them, squabbling over who gets to take care of you. 

Elide’s fingers were incredibly gentle as she rubbed a small salve across your cheek, but she still frowned every time you winced. “Teach me how to milk her. Tomorrow.”

“No.” You and Asterin replied at the same time, and she glared at both of you. The woman huffed, but thankfully left it alone for now. 

The two of them acted like you’d been slashed in half for the rest of the day, refusing to let you do even the smallest of things. “I’m not on my deathbed.” You muttered, but winced as the sun shifted, casting a glow on the room. Asterin noticed, of course, and quickly shut the curtains. 

“You have a concussion.” Her eyes quickly examined you, looking for any potential injuries she might have missed. Maybe there’s something in a witch’s blood that makes them extra fussy? Or it could just be their nature. You slept carefully encased between the two of them that night, your head buried in Elide’s chest, arm thrown over her waist, Asterin’s chest pressed against your back. They woke you up every few hours. Much to your irritation. 

“Just let me sleep,” you groaned after the second time. 

“Sleep now, love.” Asterin kissed a spot on your shoulder. 

“Not what I meant.” You mumbled, but Elide ran careful and gentle fingers through your hair, and you quickly found yourself falling back asleep. 

Elide had sweet talked one of your neighbors into taking care of the goats for the rest of the week, telling them to keep the milk - you gave most of it away anyway, so it wasn’t a big loss. But after five days - three days too long in your opinion, you convinced them you were fine. More like you put your foot down. 

Still, Asterin glared at Cinnamon the next morning, throughout the entire process, and to your surprise the goat behaved perfectly.