#LEMME PASS OUT NOW

[bimboothefool]

Twin~

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[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 173

warnings: dual pov, nsfw moments hmh masterlist

Y/N is always pretty good when it comes to scary movies. Usually she’s walking through the dark house after watching one and she’s completely fine. Not tonight. Maybe it’s because we’re at a different house and not at our home where she knows every nook and cranny, but she’s pretty freaked out. She picked the movie and she’s trying to be so brave, but I can tell she’s scared, which is why I’m staying a little closer to her. If I can make her feel safe, then I’ve done my job.

We decided to sit out on the back deck for a little bit, and she’s looking over her shoulder every few minutes. I reach over and pull her chair closer to me, then I drape my arm over her lap and lean in to kiss her, hoping she feels safer.

“Getting tired?”

Y/N nods, “Yeah, we spent so much time in the sun today. I think I’m drained.”

I get up and reach for her hands, then I lift her up and throw her over my shoulder as she laughs. One of these days I’m going to be too old to do that, but it’s not any time soon, so I plan on doing it until my back breaks from old age. I open the sliding door, lock it behind me, then head to the front door and lock that one too. Y/N kicks her legs playfully, so I spank her.

“Stop that.”

“No!” she laughs, so I squeeze right under her butt where I know she’s ticklish. She screams so loud with laughter that I have to put her down so I don’t drop her.

I wrap my arms around her and lean down to kiss her as we walk back to the room, and she reaches down to undo my belt.

“Oh, is this what we’re doing tonight?”

She looks up at me and nods, “No different than the last two nights. I want as much uninterrupted sex as I can get.”

“Sounds good to me.” I whisper as I kiss her, “Really putting that new birth control to work, huh?”

Y/N tilts her head back and laughs loudly, “I’m glad I got the IUD instead of those stupid pills. Though, did you know there was a woman who didn’t realize that her IUD had fallen out and she ended up getting pregnant?”

I slouch a little and let out a big breath as I look at her, “Peach…”

“Sorry,” she laughs quietly, then she starts undoing my belt. I lean down to kiss her neck, and she begins to laugh, “Did I ruin the mood?”

I look at her as she laughs, “No.”

Even though she’s laughing, I lean down and suck on her neck, moving my hand down between her legs and rubbing her over her pajama bottoms. I slip my hand into her underwear, and she immediately stops laughing and lets her head loll back. I lay her down on the bed and pull her pajama bottoms off, along with her underwear, then I kneel down in front of the bed and smirk when she looks up at me as I pull her closer to my mouth, diving in deep for just a moment to give a taste of what to expect.

“You done talking now?” I whisper against her thigh, and she whimpers as she nods. “Good.”

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You shoot up in bed when you hear a sound coming from the deck, and you reach over and shake John’s shoulder. He’s completely sound asleep, which yes, is flattering since he literally rolled over after kissing you goodnight, saying he loved you and immediately fell asleep. But now you need him awake right this minute!

“John!” you shake his shoulder, and he hums, “There’s someone outside.”

“No, there isn’t.”

You scoff and shake his shoulder, “Yes, there is. I keep hearing something hit metal.”

“I just got up to pee. There’s no one here.” he rolls over to his right side and pulls you into his arms, “Go to sleep, baby.”

“Wow, thanks for protecting your wife.” you glare at him in the dark even though he can’t see you. “You’ll feel like shit when someone breaks in and murders me.”

John laughs sleepily, “No one is breaking in, peach.”

You sigh loudly and lay down next to him, then you stare up at the ceiling, just waiting for the noise again because you know it’s going to happen. After a few minutes, you finally start to feel your eyes grow heavy, and you start to fall asleep. Just as your eyes close, you hear the noise again and sit up.

“I’m awake!” John groans and sits up. “I heard it too, and after mentioning someone murdering you, I got paranoid.”

You smile softly when he turns on the light, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Stay here.” he rubs his knuckle against his eye and walks out of the bedroom in his boxers with absolutely no fear of what he could find outside--he’d have it handled with no problems. Even in boxers.

God, it’s hot. If you weren’t so scared, you’d definitely go down on him when he comes back into the bedroom. On second thought, you definitely will if there’s nothing outside.

You pull your knees close to your chest and watch the doorway, then you furrow your brow when you hear the noise again and John laughing.

“What? Oh, god, be careful! John! Please be careful. Are you okay? What happened?”

Wow, you’re spiraling.

“Come here, baby.” he calls from the other room, and you immediately get up and rush out to him. He’s still laughing when you get to him, “This is what you’ve been so scared of all night.”

You scrunch your brows and walk over to see what John is pointing at, and you gasp and laugh when you see a small fluffy kitten playing with a string from your towel draped over the chair. Every so often, as it swats at the string, it bumps into the metal of the rain spout. That’s the noise you’ve been hearing all night.

You turn to John and cross your arms, “Told you someone was outside.”

“Okay, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” he laughs as he kisses your forehead.

The kitten meows and walks over to rub up against John’s leg, and you grin and look up at John. He takes a deep breath and laughs since he already knows what you’re going to ask.

“Listen to me,” he laughs as you reach down and pick up the fluffy kitten, “If this kitten is here by the morning, we can keep him.”

“He’s hungry, John!”

“We don’t know that.” John laughs, then he gestures to the yard, “Maybe he has a momma around here. We’ve seen a ton of cats since we’ve been here--tons of kittens even!”

You pout a little, “But look at him. He’s so thin. I can feel his ribs.”

“Baby, it’s so late right now.” he closes his eyes, then he looks at you and exhales as a smile spreads on his face when you pout, “I don’t know why I’m fighting this.”

You hold the kitten up in front of John as it meows, “Look at him, he’s so cute.”

“He is pretty cute,” he admits, and you smile.

“I’m keeping him.” you say, happily walking past, and John laughs as he nods. “What are you going to do? Say no to me?”

John shakes his head, “I wouldn’t dream of it. You know I can’t.”

He opens the door for you and locks it when you get inside, then he kisses your cheek and smiles softly as you talk to the kitten.

“What are you going to feed him?”

“I don’t know.” you shrug and open the fridge, “Cats don’t actually drink milk. I’ll give him some water, but…I don’t have anything to feed to him.”

John opens the fridge and holds up the chicken that he had bought at the store earlier to grill out tomorrow, “You could boil this. Give him a little. It’s probably not great, but it’s something. We can go to the store tomorrow and get some food.”

You smile at John and watch him grab a pot and fill it with water before dropping a chicken breast into it. He puts the other chicken breasts away and turns to you, smiling when you lock eyes with him.

“God, you’re so cute. It’s dangerous, I hope you know that.” he says, leaning down to kiss you. “It’s 3 in the morning and I’m in the kitchen boiling chicken for some kitten we just found, and I already know we’re bringing him home.”

“Come on, he’s cute!” you hold him up and smile when he nibbles on your finger, “We can take him to the vet when we get home and make sure he’s okay.”

John nods, “What if he has a momma out there and she’s looking for him?”

“Well, we’re here for a few more days. I’ll ask around.” you get up and snuggle the kitten as you walk to John, “But until then, he stays here.”

“You putting your foot down?” John jokes, and you stomp your foot playfully. “Ronan’s going to be very happy with her birthday present.”

You look at him and laugh, “This isn’t your anniversary gift to me?”

“I mean…it can be!” he laughs, then he shrugs, “My gift is kind of shit anyway.”

You hold the kitten in your right arm tucked close to your chest, then you lean up and kiss John, “You’re a really good man. Now finish boiling that chicken, so we can feed this baby, then…I have a surprise for you.”

John perks up, “What’s that?”

“As long as you aren’t tired…” you back away and seductively wipe your finger against your bottom lip before looking down lower to John’s boxers.

“Lucky for you, I’m fully awake now.” he smiles, and you wink at him.

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Since the kitten is pretty small, you didn’t want him to have full range of the house. There’s too much stuff that he could get into, plus he has been outside so you don’t know if he has fleas or not; you didn’t notice any when you were holding him, but you can’t be too safe. You folded up a few towels and made a little bed for him in the bathroom, then you put his water in there with him as well.

You were barely able to contain yourself this morning, so you got up quickly and changed your clothes to go see the little kitten. When you went into the bathroom, he was still sleeping, so you let him be--after checking to make sure he was still alive, of course.

John was in a pretty good mood despite you waking him up at three in the morning, most likely because he got a little bit of a treat before going back to sleep. The two of you went to the store and got some things for the kitten. You bought some food, a few toys, and some shampoo to wash away any possible fleas. John won’t admit it, but he’s excited about the newest family member, and you know he is because he picked out a cute little collar for him.

“Do we even know if it’s a boy?” he asks as you get out of the car.

You shrug, “I couldn’t tell, but I’ll look again. Either way, Baby Cat is going to look so cute in that collar.”

“Are we really going with Baby Cat?”

“Until Ro can name him.” you say as you open the door, “I’m blanking on names at the moment.”

John holds the door open and laughs, “Ro doesn’t know very many words yet.”

“Then let’s hope she doesn’t name the cat ‘dada’.” you say, and John smiles. “We already have a fish and an actual dada with that name.”

Before you can even drop the bags off at the table, you rush over and open the bathroom door, then you look down as the little kitten prances out into the living room. John kneels down and wiggles his fingers, and the kitten stops and wiggles his little butt before he pounces at John’s hands.

“Ro is going to love this,” John says, and you nod as you sit down on the couch and go through the bag.

The kitten walks over and tries to jump up to the couch, but he barely gets two inches off the ground. You reach down and pick him up, then you take out the toys and offer them to him.

“He’s so tiny,” John says as he sits down, “I wonder if he was the runt, which reminds me, I was going to go talk to the people a few doors down. I saw some cats outside their door.”

You frown a little, “I hope they don’t want him back. Well, I shouldn’t say that. If they want him back and actually want to take care of him, then we’ll give him back, but…”

John leans over and kisses your temple, “I’ll go talk to them.”

“I’m gonna give him a bath, then I’ll get some lunch started for us,” you say as he gets up, and he leans over and kisses you.

“Off to go bribe someone to let us keep their cat.” he says, and you look over your shoulder at him and laugh. “Anything for my girls, though.”

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You’ve just sat on the couch with the kitten when you hear the door open. You look down at the kitten with his eyes closed as you take the towel and dry him off, and you melt a little when you hear him purring. John leans down and kisses the top of your head, then he sits with you and smiles when he sees the kitten lying on your chest as you dry him.

“Give me the news.”

John laughs, then he takes a deep breath, “Well, there is a momma cat, but momma cat has been…having lots of kittens lately and is getting fixed soon. So, I talked to them and they said that if we found a kitten, we’re more than welcome to take him.”

Your heart bursts as you sit up, “Really?”

“Yes.” he nods, reaching over to pet the cat, “It’s better that we take him than something bad happening to him. I told them that our daughter would be thrilled--and that my wife would be pretty happy too.”

“We get to keep you!” you say to the kitten, then you kiss him and hug him. Your eyes snap open and you look at John, “New family member!”

John furrows his brow, “Huh?”

“The psychic said we’d have a new family member and that it might not be a baby,” you hold up the kitten and smile at John, “New family member!”

“Yeah,” he laughs, nodding his head, “Even more reason to believe her.”

You lean over and kiss him a few times, “It’s a boy, by the way. Found that out while I gave him a bath.”

John laughs, “Can’t wait to see what Ro names him.”

“We might just have to think of something.” you say, and John nods his head, still petting the kitten. You look at John and smile softly, “Thank you for this. I know we talked about getting her a kitten later on when she’s older, but…he kind of fell into our lap.”

Letting out a small laugh, John reaches over and touches your chin, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip, “I would give you anything you ask for. You know that.”

“I don’t ask for anything,” you shake your head and look into his eyes, “I just ask for you to love me.”

“You don’t have to ask me to do that,” he whispers as he leans closer, “Loving you is as easy as breathing.”

You tear up a little and nod, “I feel the same way. I love you so much.”

“I will give you and Ronan anything you ask for. Whatever you want, you can have. You two have me wrapped around your little fingers.” he says, and you lean over to kiss him. He cups your face and kisses you again with a little more intensity, then he looks down at the kitten sleeping on your chest, “Yeah, I get it, little guy, her boobs are great.”

“Shut up!” you laugh as you playfully swat John’s arm. “How did you just go from being so romantic to being…a man?”

John scoots over and rests his head on your chest too, “Ah, so cozy.”

“You’re weird.” you say, and John squeezes your breast a little as you laugh.

“Can I ask something and pray like hell you won’t get upset?”

You look at John when he leans up, “We’re keeping this cat.”

“No, no, it’s not about the cat.” he says as he sits up, then he takes a deep breath, “Have I made you feel…unsexy lately?”

“Unsexy? Is that a word?”

John nods earnestly, “I think so.”

“Okay, well, no, you have not made me feel unsexy. Why?”

John takes another deep breath and shrugs, “You just…don’t ever wear lingerie and I thought maybe I made you feel bad about yourself or something. I just want you to always feel good and feel beautiful, because I think you’re the most beautiful person. If I made you feel bad, I’d want you to tell me. I know you feel good when you wear that stuff, so I just…I don’t know. You can hop in to the conversation at any point here.”

You start to smile before you lean over to kiss him a few times, “I don’t wear that stuff because of you, actually.”

“Oh, god.” John puts his head down for a moment, then looks at you, “Tell me what I did. Please.”

“Well,” you set the kitten aside and turn to face John, “The problem usually is I want to wear that stuff because yes, it does make me feel pretty and sexy, but also I know you like it when I wear it. The problem is…you don’t let me get away from you for long enough to actually change into it. When you want me, you want me that moment, which, hey, I’m flattered, but you just don’t give me time!”

John exhales in relief when you smile at him, “So basically you don’t wear it because I need you right that minute?”

“Literally yes.” you laugh as John closes his eyes. You straddle his waist and sit in his lap, “John, you’ve never made me feel anything but beautiful and sexy. I would love to wear lingerie more, but sometimes we need each other right that minute and that’s okay!”

“Did you bring some with?”

You start to grin as you lean forward to kiss him, “Yes.”

“You should wear it tonight.”

Letting out a small laugh, you nod your head before nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “Anything for you.”

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You bite into an apple slice and squint out at the sun going down. Baby Cat is lying in your lap right now and snoozing away. He won’t stop following John and you around, so it’s nice that he seems to be fine with being away from his momma. You look down at him and pet him, then you reach for an apple slice just as John does. He gestures for you to take one, then he smiles at you.

“Almost three years, peach.” he whispers, and you smile at him. “Three years since I met you. Can’t believe it.”

“Me neither,” you reach for his hand and kiss the back of it, “You make me really fucking happy, I hope you know that. I hope you know how in love with you I am and how I feel like I can be myself with you, and how safe I feel with you. I know talking about how we feel about each other isn’t an unheard of concept in our relationship--we tell each other how much we admire and love each other all the time--but I just really want to tell you that I am so fucking happy that I met you. You’re the best husband I could have ever asked for, and you’re my best friend. On top of being the best husband, you’re my best friend too, which is the most important thing.”

John cups your face and smiles, “I love you, sweetheart. The love of my life and my best friend, how lucky am I?”

“How lucky are we?” you smile, leaning over to kiss him. “You ever think about how different things would be if it hadn’t been me who brought the mail to your house? You could be living in Manhattan with April in a nice apartment or with Tess.”

“Well, for starters, April is a lesbian, so that’s not happening.” he says, and you laugh quietly. “And two, Tess is in love with my best friend and my best friend is in love with her, so that also won’t work. And finally, I am so madly in love with you. It didn’t matter who brought it over to me. I wanted to talk to you. I would have kept putting shit in your mailbox until you came over.”

You smile, “Or until you worked up the courage to talk to me.”

“Yeah, that too.” he grins, then he squeezes your hand, “Peach, you scared me. You still do. All I wanted was you, and I have you now. I’m never gonna take that for granted. You’re everything to me. Everything that I do, every thought that I have, you’re right there in my mind. Every decision I make, I do with you in mind. I mean it, you are everything to me.”

“That’s what I love so much about you, and I’m sure Helen did too.” you say, and he raises his brows, “When you love, you love with your entire heart. It’s really nice to be on the receiving end of that.”

John scoots closer and wraps his arm around you, “You love with your whole heart too. We were both so timid at first, but once we knew that this was real, we were both all in. I only ever want to be all in with you.”

Leaning your head against his shoulder, you close your eyes and smile, feeling the sun warm your cheeks as it dips lower. John presses a kiss to the top of your head and rests his cheek against your forehead.

Three years with this man already, and it’s flown by. Forever won’t even be long enough. Whatever time you get with him won’t be long enough. You can’t focus on it for too long, otherwise you’ll just be upset, so you open your eyes and inhale deeply.

“Can you believe Ro is going to be one?”

John laughs, “I can’t. How the hell do we have a one year old?”

“No clue,” you shake your head, laughing, “But I will say, she is your freaking twin, and I’m totally cool with it. I know she’s only one, but she has all of your good qualities, I swear. She’s sweet and kind, and she’s somehow so patient too. We’re raising a freaking phenomenal little lady.”

“Well, her momma deserves most of the credit here,” he says, tipping his head to you, “You’re doing a great job with her. I see the way she watches you and mimics you. You’re setting a great example for her, and I’m so happy to know my daughter is going to grow up to be just like her mom.”

You smile, “And her dad. He’s a great role model too; he deserves credit too.”

John laughs as he leans over to kiss you, “We’re doing a good job with her, I think.”

“Me too,” you smile, then you start to laugh, “We really just stroked each other's egos for a few moments. Felt great.”

“Sure did, and I’ll do it again.” John smiles, leaning down to kiss you.

Baby Cat stretches out in your lap, then he crawls over to John and stretches out, reaching his little arm out in front of him. John scoops him up and holds him close to his face, and the kitten reaches out to touch John’s nose. John gives his paw a little kiss, then he sets him down and laughs when he sees you watching him.

You grin, “You love Baby Cat.”

“He’s really cute, but I’m not crazy about the name.”

You laugh, “Well, I can’t think of anything! And he’s not getting the typical cat name like, Shadow, Midnight, Fluffy, and shit like that. Ronan needs to name him.”

“She’s going to be so excited to see her kitten,” John pets the cat and looks at you, “And she’ll be excited to see her momma.”

“And her dada.” you whisper, then you lean over to kiss him, “But momma needs daddy to herself for a few more days.”

John laughs as you push him down into the sand and kiss him, “I’m cool with that.”

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“Time to exchange gifts?” you ask, and John laughs as he holds up the gift-wrapped box for you. You point at the two gifts on the table and he furrows his brow in confusion. “One for our anniversary, one for your birthday.”

John sits next to you and laughs, “Remember we weren’t being completely serious with these gifts.”

“Oh, trust me, I’m aware.” you say, and John nods as he hands the box to you.

You rip along the edge and pull the paper off, then you put it on the floor and smile when Baby Cat immediately pounces on it. John didn’t put too much tape on it, so you don’t have a problem opening the box at all, and you push the tissue paper down and gasp as you hold up the beautiful white and floral robe.

“This is gorgeous,” you rub it against your cheek and smile, “I love this. Thank you!”

John grins, “Cotton.”

“Yeah,” you laugh as you nod, then you lean over to kiss him, “Thank you. You know I love a good robe.”

“I do.” he smiles, watching you grab the box for him. He opens it carefully and tosses the paper down for the kitten, who is in love with the paper and the box from your gift, then John starts to laugh as he holds up the boxers. “Wow.”

You laugh and shrug your shoulders, “Cotton.”

“Yeah, I got that.” he holds them up and starts to laugh even harder at your face printed all over the boxers with ‘MINE’ written in funky letters over the crotch. “Wow, baby, these are…”

“I don’t know! Cotton is such a weird one! All I could think of was blankets and boxers and we don’t need any more blankets, so I just settled on those. I thought you’d think they’re funny.”

John looks down at them, still laughing, “I do think they’re funny. Might even wear them sometime just for you.”

“Oh, can’t wait.” you joke, knowing full well if anyone is wearing them, it’ll be you. You cup his face and kiss him, “Happy anniversary, babe.”

“Happy anniversary.” he cups the back of your neck and presses his lips to yours harder before you pull away and grab his other gift. It’s just in an envelope, so you already know he’s very curious. He opens the envelope and pulls out two tickets, and he widens his eyes and looks at you, “What?”

You shrug, “Thought you and Jimmy would have a good time. Wherever the World Series is going to be this year, you and Jimmy will be there with the best seats--right behind home base.”

“Well, what if I want to bring you?”

“As much as I love doing anything with you, I think I’m going to sit baseball out, especially the World Series. Bring Jimmy. He’ll have a blast. You both will. Make a weekend of it.” you smile at him, and he lets out a small laugh. “Happy birthday.”

John looks over at you and smiles, “Thank you. This is very thoughtful, though I am a little sad you don’t want to come with.”

“Tess and I just want you and Jimmy out of our hair for a weekend.” you joke, and John laughs. “He loves baseball and you do too. And look, I know that…back when you two became closer, it was because he invited you to watch games with him--it’s how you two bonded.”

“You are so sweet,” he says softly, rubbing your back. “Thank you for this.”

You scoot over and rest against his shoulder, “You’re very welcome. Did I do good this year?”

“Well, last year you gave me a baby, so…” he playfully grimaces and clicks his tongue, “I’m gonna need a little more effort next year.”

“You are absolutely not getting another baby next year.”

John jokingly groans before leaning over to kiss you, “Another pair of boxers will do then.”

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John stands next to you at the counter and begins to help you cut up some veggies for a salad. He leans down and kisses your bare shoulder, and he smiles when you look at him.

“I like this tank top on you.” he says, and you start to laugh. “Looks good.”

“I wonder why you like it so much,” you joke, and John glances at your breasts before he starts to laugh. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

He puts his hand up, still laughing, “It looks great on you. The fact that I can see your nipples through it is just a bonus. You look…hot.”

“I look ‘hot’?” you set the knife down and turn to him, “You think I’m hot?”

John furrows his brow as he laughs incredulously, “Of course I do! I think you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. You’re sexy!”

You burst out laughing until you’re in tears, “God, please, why is this so funny to me?”

“Because you’re weird. Did our conversation about the lingerie tell you nothing?” John says, looking at you with amusement as you laugh. “Of course I think my wife is sexy. Baby, you have no idea how attracted I am to you.”

“I think I have some idea.” you say, squinting your eyes a little before glancing down at the crotch of his pants. You press your hand to your cheek and laugh, “I’m warm. You’ve embarrassed me!”

John smiles proudly, “You’re so cute. Come here.”

You fall into John’s arms as he laughs, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck and inhales your perfume. You close your eyes and smile happily as the two of you hold one another for a few moments before you hear Baby Cat meowing at your feet. You lean back and look at him, and he stretches out before he tries to climb up John’s jeans. John reaches for him and puts him on his shoulder--his new favorite spot to hang out.

It’s actually kind of ridiculous how hot this makes John. He’s already hands down the sexiest man you’ve ever seen, and honestly he’s just getting better with age. You were never really into those stupid firefighter calendars--the ones with the guys who clearly aren’t really firefighters posing with kittens and puppies, or they pose shirtless as they bake a cake--but seeing John hold a little kitten and kiss him, yeah, you’d definitely like to see him shirtless and just in his boxers as he poses with the kitten. Hell, even if he was shirtless in the kitchen with a huge mess behind him, you wouldn't mind that.

John is sexy. He’s always been sexy, but seeing him so vulnerable and sweet just makes him so much better--there’s nothing sexier than an emotionally mature man. Seeing him show up for you and Ronan every single day, seeing him with her, seeing how he goes out of his way for you on days when you struggle a little, all of that just makes you all the more attracted to him.

It sure doesn't hurt that he looks the way he looks, of course. His beard is still dark, but he does have some gray that is poking through here and there. His hair as well. His skin is amazing--you’re definitely still trying to figure out his secret for great skin. He’s still tall and lean with a little more muscle now than before since he’s been doing so much work around the house. He looks even better now than he did before, which is mind-boggling since he looked gorgeous before.

“Hey,” John taps your chin and smiles at you, “Where did you go?”

“I was just thinking about how sexy you are.” you say, and John scoffs. You hold his gaze and nod your head, “I’m not kidding. I was just thinking about how sexy you are and how sexy you’ve gotten.”

John perks up, “Really now?”

“Yeah, genuinely,” you look up at him, smiling, “You know how you always say that you’re more attracted to me now than before, and then you quickly add in that you were very attracted to me before so you don’t upset me?”

He starts to laugh, “Yeah.”

“That’s how I feel.” you say, and he chuckles, “Seeing you as a dad, seeing you be so vulnerable with me, seeing you so emotionally mature, seeing you with a tiny little kitten on you…”

“It’s hot?”

You laugh, “Yeah! I don’t know, John, you’re just getting more and more attractive to me. I like it a lot. I like that we haven’t lost our spark. Sure, we’ve had our little spurts where we’re not as intimate, but it’s not because we don’t want to be. We might just be a little more busy or tired, but it’s never been because we’re not into each other anymore--not for me at least.”

John laughs when you smirk and shrug your shoulder, “Oh, you know it hasn’t been for me either, you little shit.”

“Excuse you!” you laugh as John smiles at you, “You’re a little shit!”

“Nope,” he shakes his head and places Baby Cat back onto the ground where he quickly runs off to play with a toy, “You are a little shit.”

You scoff, turning your nose up jokingly, “I am not.”

“You are,” he pulls you to him and leans down to kiss you, “You’re my little shit.”

Letting out a small laugh, you kiss John as he helps you onto the counter, then he spreads your legs and steps between them as you two make out. You wrap your legs around him and pull him closer, and he lets out a small moan. His hands are warm on your back, and you shiver when you feel him slip one hand under your tank top.

Rain has been pattering against the windows all day so you’ve been cooped up inside, but you sure don’t mind. You really don’t mind when you have John in front of you to keep you entertained. Whether that’s with conversation or sex, whatever time you spend with him is well spent. Lying on the couch watching TV or reading, chatting about complete nonsense, or reminiscing about things from the past, as long as you’re with John, it’s perfect.

“Hey,” you lean back and look into his gorgeous brown eyes, “I love you.”

John’s finger trails along your jawline as he smiles, “I love you too.”

“We were making dinner,” you whisper, and he laughs as he looks down at his left hand resting on your breast, “I think we got a little sidetracked.”

“You’re very distracting, Mrs. Wick.”

A smile spreads on your face as you hold his gaze. You gently remove his hand from your chest and pull your tank top off, tossing it aside. John inhales deeply as he takes you in, and you reach for his hands again and place them both on your chest.

“Sorry for being so distracting.”

“You can distract me anytime.”

You start to laugh, “You’ve seen my boobs how many times?”

“Lots…” he nods, still staring at your chest as his fingers trail about your soft skin, “Lots of times. Still doesn’t matter how many times I see them, I fucking love them!”

You smile at him, “Still obsessed with my piercing, I see.”

John nods as he looks up at you with your nipple in his mouth, “Yes. Very.”

“When we get home--”

“I don’t want to talk about going home. We have a few more days. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“We can’t go home yet,” you shake your head and reach up to cup John’s face, “You still haven’t fucked me in that amazing shower yet.”

John pulls you closer and lifts you off the counter, “We have time now.”

“We were supposed to be making something to eat.” you say, and John starts to smirk.

“You have something I can eat,” he replies, low and velvety, and you bite your lip, “And you definitely want me to, don’t you?”

You hug him tighter, “Well, you certainly are the best at it.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he whispers, and you close your eyes as he sucks on your neck. “I need to hear you moan for me, and I need it to be loud.”

You chuckle as John lays you back on the bed, “I don’t think we’ll have a problem with that.”

John hovers over you and smiles before he begins kissing down your body, getting himself situated between your legs. He pulls your shorts down and tosses them aside as he licks his lips, then he pulls your underwear off and smiles. He moves his hand up your stomach to rest between your breasts, then he leans down and buries his face, causing you to immediately moan loudly. “Good girl.”

“Remember how you wanted me to wear lingerie?” you say, and John laughs between your legs, “This is the problem right here, John.”

“You want me to stop?” he asks, leaning up to look at you as you start to smile and shake your head. He moves back between your legs, “Good because I don’t want to either.”

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taglist: @lilithlinen @ladyren33 @multifandombliss @ruby-octo @tnu-ree @scream-queen-25 @beingnerdyissupercool @sakurachan-9

[seaweedstarshine]

RIP Krakoa 🌹 I can’t lie I’ve been kinda behind since midway through Fall of X I’m gonna catch up before my first SDCC this summer but I hear Vulcan didn’t see much action anyway. Anyway my hand slipped and I found myself looking into the eyes of my canonically psychotic son the best Summers brother who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life, (he’s done lotsa wrong things but I love him more for it)

[bugdogg]

Middle bracket inspo are just aesthetic, the rest could be personality or a specific trait

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

if u think ao3 author curse isn’t real rest assured it WILL get you eventually. i posted a fic last night and was already getting ready to start a new one today and yk what happened !!! i was doing a box jump at wrestling practice after school and SPLIT MY SHIN OPEN

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @apocryphis || aventurine & yinyue || starter call ]

─「银月」─  " you're lying. " the words cut through the silence in the most casual way possible. it was like the ROVER was speaking about the weather, mentioning something she considered as fact while her expression did not change in the slightest. there was no ounce of aggression within the way she spoke, either. no hint of judgement, nor hostility. she wasn't offended about being lied to, she simply was pointing out that she knew he wasn't speaking the truth. golden hues were kept on him steadily, as though a small part of her was curious as to why he had to lie. everyone has their own reasons, she supposed. she had no right to judge, thus, she did not. the waves around this person was ... peculiar, however. how intriguing for someone's wavelength to shift so drastically within the span of few seconds.

                " apologies, should i not have said that ? " realizing that it might have come off as rude or offensive, she quickly offered a sincere apology. that wasn't a kind of FIRST IMPRESSION she wanted to make to a complete stranger, especially when she found herself in unfamiliar territory. the noirette didn't break her eye-contact with the man as she placed a hand on her chest.

                " my name is yinyue. lost would be the most accurate way of describing my current situation. "

[enslaughts]

@huntalie. . . liked for a starter.

life had stopped making sense to laura lee the moment their plane plummeted from the sky. glimpses, maybe, here and there, shapes in her periphery, but by the second plane raining fire and brimstone upon them, she'd only kept on falling. head over heels far after she'd already hit the water. o thou of little faith. wherefore didst thou doubt ? maybe it was the moment you let us fucking sink. and yet, there is no other word for it but faith, this hellfire reflection in her eye. it devours the cabin, their home, like a lion, leaving nothing but skin and bone to pick through, blacker than black. at least it's warm. it'll be warmer in hell, something certain in her whispers, a root taking hold. a certainty of the un - seen, made seen before their very eyes. faith. the only thing that's made sense to her since the moment their plane plummeted from the sky ; this is judgment. righteous, holy fire for the blasphemers.

but the innocent were always damned with the guilty. firstborns swallowed in the plague. travis didn't deserve to lose his only home now that his brother was dead. lottie didn't deserve it either, akilah, gen, melissa, natalie. they were already suffering, half frozen, half starved, half dead. what more could it want from them, what more could it take ? what more could they give ? a home. their only home, for their only meal. maybe it was a fair trade after all. but no. no, it's only fair the taste of javi is forever turned to ash in their mouths, but not for all of them. travis, natalie— natalie tried. she was going to feed them all, despite lottie's offering, despite their heresy against it, she was going to feed them. heed the altar call and lie down upon it, and now look at her. ram in the thicket made archangel, forged in fire to light their path forward, chosen by the cards, the wilderness, lottie. who was laura lee to question it ?

so she doesn't. she has faith in lottie, and lottie put her faith in natalie. and god saw the light, that it was good : and god divided the light from the darkness. laura lee knows this, if nothing else : natalie is good. and because she's good, she will doubt herself, just as lottie did, and this is why they're good, why they're chosen. their home is in each other. “   you're not alone in this,   ” she whispers, fierce, forcing the glow in her gaze to shine on natalie's. what a way to start a reign. but light will always shine brighter in the dark. “   have faith in lottie. in yourself. we've made it this far.   ” what more could they lose ? where could they go now but up, after they'd already walked through the gates of hell ? doesn't that depend on which way you're going : out, or further in ? “   you got us this far.   ” not only your skill, but your kindness, “   you've been a faithful servant, natalie. now it's our turn. we just have to give it. . . more of the same.   ” here, cold hands find another's, slow, wary as an animal, but holding tight. “   more faith in it. trust, in each other.   ”

[todayisafridaynight]

kokeshi doll but of arakawa durin his theater days......... do we know what i mean.......

[shameeater]

The end of online privacy

Now, this isn't something I usually post about from my silly goofy k1nk account (reminder to minors to not follow or scroll this acount).

But I have more followers on here than main, and this is extremely important. Like, scary shit.

This applies to everyone. If you're reading this? It's going to effect you.

I'm sure perhaps some of you have seen around about a this thing going around... KOSA, is one of the ways it's being referred to.

If this shit passes, lemme tell you...

LGBTQ+ adults and minors seeking help and community,

people looking for abortions,

people organizing protests,

anyone using their free speech to voice concerns about injustices, 

even FAN ARTISTS...

Even people reading fan fiction...

And for the purposes of where I'm posting from... people sharing and enjoying their k1nks, wanting to post things with safety and privacy... smut artists and writers, people even LOOKING for smut...

It's all gone. No privacy.

They'll have your face, your name, your age, where you live.

You'll need an ID to use any US-based platform, even if you're NOT in the United States.

Instead of dooming, here's what you can do to stop this shit in it's tracks 👍

Here is a website where you can sign a letter just by filling out a form, (it takes less than 30 seconds) and where you can call reps.

I HIGHLY suggest leaving calls if you're able, and if you have phone shyness, do this after 6pm, since it will leave messages instead.

I'm shy, but I did it!

Here's another letter to sign, takes less than 20 seconds.

Here is a form you can fill out sharing how the social media has POSITIVELY effected you.

Share all of this with as many people as you can. Our safety, freedom, joy, and protection online is at risk more than ever.

(Here is the thread where I found all of this information.)

STAY SAFE!

[truly-quirkless]

@mutherless asked:

"all might." / from izuku

[Ways to respond when someone says 'I'm okay'. || Accepting.]

He let out a breath. The rest of 1-A was easy to fool- well. Easy to mislead, at least in regards to how he was doing. He'd barely made it to the end of the class, that day- wheezing, hacking globs of crimson as he tried to recover. The strain he'd put on One for All's embers was a bit much- he'd felt as though his entire body was being compressed, forced down to nothing for most of the class. It had been all he could do to laugh and smile and pray the kids didn't need any reprimands.

Though he'd paused the briefest moment- seeing a taller version of the youth he knew so well. More scarred, but- something about him just rang with experience. Undoubtedly- another traveler. Another lost soul he'd try to help find his way back...though the blond would be lying if he said it wasn't nice to see a version of the kid that had grown up,...

Become a Hero.

"...I will be." He finally managed to answer. 'I'm fine'- one of the only lies Toshinori permitted himself to ever say- and even then, it was because it was a half truth. After all- wasn't he above ground? Didn't that constitute as fine? "...I just....overextended myself....it's nothing you need to worry about, kid. Promise." Not yet. Not ever, hopefully. "...you should be a little more concerned about yourself, right now..."

He had to keep the other out of sight of 1-A....had to find another Door. (When had they started popping up more commonly on campus?) He'd have to discuss this with Endeavor, later... He tried to stand up straight- feeling his body protest, another round of coughs nearly folding him again.

Damn his injuries...

[aria0fgold]

Okay! I got a small cast going finally. I have Pandora and Gertrude on one side, then there's Annika and Mary on the other side with dear Leiano in the middle of two pairs of lesbians.

[yuyusuyu]

anyways ! after i took an unannounced break from tumblr and writing these past two weeks, i've decided on a few things:

one. since i started getting back into my favorite games, i will be writing for my silly games (genshin, hsr, l&d, tot) on @yuansie

two. im going to revive my txt sideblog and start writing on there again @yeonnies will i be frustrated at times bc moa tumblr is mostly smau and no written series? maybe but that's ok! i just have to remind myself that i write for my enjoyment

three. because of uni keeping me busy busy and super tired, i will be on a semi hiatus until my semester ends and starts up again. it just helps me with not being worried about having to write all the time HAHSHAH i'll be active but not super active like i am over the summer !

four. since i am running three side blogs and will try to be equally as active on all of them, i won't always be active on here ! honestly, it just depends on what im super fixated on atm which decides on which blog i'll be very active on. for example, im hyper fixating on hsr and genshin AND txt rn so 😭 i do have wips to post so dont worry !!!!! (also my yunho/yeosang brainrot is permanent. literally. they haunt my thoughts. so i will always be on here. might lurk hardcore if my creative juices are low. like rn. HAJSHAHA. help.)

[hazelplaysgames]

of course, now that i'm here and trying to write all these captions, all references to skeletons and skeleton characters is pretty much out of my mind.

[yemmuishomeforthementallyunwell]

just the tip? - choso kamo; no nut november "i don't think i can do this," choso mumbles, burying his face into your neck and ignoring the movie in the background. "jus' the tip. please, baby, lemme have this," he whines, grabbing a handful of your hip and squeezing. "cho, pay attention to the movie." you murmur back, tugging on a strand of his hair, and he only shakes his head and fumbles for the remote. "no, baby, i can't do this challenge, its hard..." his cock is already painfully hard and swollen in his pants as he palms your thighs, pouting. "need t'have you...please..." and chosos drowsy eyes meet yours, and he looks so needy, that you cant tell him no. his fingers pull your panties to the side just enough, and he cant stop himself from hastily shoving down his sweatpants and he whimpers when he gets to slide his tip against your sopping cunt. hes kissing you, messy and wet and grabbing at your flesh as best he can while he pants against your mouth. he cant wait, he said just the tip, but- his hips stutter forward, sinking into you another inch and making him babble mindlessly against your lips. "oh- please, so good, she's suckin' me in-" he drawls, tears gathering on his eyelashes as he whimpers against your chest. his swollen, blushing tip is kissing against your walls, weak, delirious cants of his hips pushing just a little further into you and making him groan against your neck. choso was so sure he'd survive no-nut-november. when you first told him about it, he thought it would be easy. "she's so loud f'me, baby," hes breathing into your skin, fevered pants and open-mouthed, sticky kisses to your neck. it wasnt easy. he made it a week, but now, he barely thinks he can last a minute with your pretty little cunt sucking him in. he doesn't even realize hes crying and hiccupping through his moans. his vision is white with stars while hes twitching inside you, finally bottoming out inside you and almost immediately losing himself in a nauseating climax that makes him swear he'll pass out. but he doesnt, his eyes lidded and his breath ragged as he rolls his hips into yours again and again, his cock hilted snugly inside your cunt while he tries not to crush you under his weight. the whole time, hes whining into your shirt, babbling about how pretty you look, how good your sopping walls are sucking him in and taking his whole load as he presses his face into your chest.

when he gets ahold of himself, hes kissing you all over your face, smiling deliriously and making sure you cum just as good as he did with his rough thumb to your clit and slow, tantalizing rolls of his hips into yours.

he probably wont be doing no-nut-november next year.

[artinvain]

desperate for your take on roommate best friend abby who’s disgustingly obsessed and needy for reader. reader has no idea, and maybe they catch abby getting off to them one day 🤭

honestly thank god for this ask 😫

cw: masturbation (abby), pervy abby, use of term “daddy”, strap usage, cunnilingus (r!receiving)

abby’s perverse, she knows this. the way she stares at you, dewy from the heat of your shower — your sleep shorts a little too short. she can see the curves of your ass cheeks hanging out the bottom. and your nipples perky through your bralet as you sit beside her.

“what movie are we watching,” you mumble to yourself, surfing through streaming services to look for the perfect one. roommate movie night, it should be simple, easy and clean fun. but abby’s favourite part of these nights is that she gets to touch you. not in the way she really wants to — but she can rub her hands up and down your thighs as you rest them on her legs.

god your legs are so soft, so squeezable and she just wants to feel how warm, and wet and soft you are between her legs… fuck - stop it anderson, you’re disgusting she thinks to herself. but she can’t not when she can put her arms around you, and feel your soft breasts against her, your nipples hard and rubbing against her.

“abby?” you say lowly, so close she can feel your breath on her face -

fuck, god - all she could think about is how pretty you’d sound moaning her name, asking - no begging her to cum. “abby please,” she imagines you’d whisper, “please make me cum,”

“yeah?” abby snaps her head toward you, shaking her thoughts and your face is so close, she just wants to pucker those pouty lips and kiss you, desperately lick into your mouth and taste you.

“movie? which one tonight?” you ask, reaching for an unfinished joint in your ashtray and lighting it up, “I was thinking a horror or something, I don’t know,” you say without an aim for an answer and pass her the joint, the smoke filling your head and making a soft smile appear on your face.

“um, hmm yeah, what about saw ten?” she asks and takes another puff, pulling your face in and exhaling as you inhale her smoke, something so intimate shouldn’t be so casual for you two. but it was abby’s perfect excuse to feel just a little bit of your softened lips on hers.

throughout the film, you’d clung to abby, your ass rubbing up against her crotch. her hands on your ribs had slipped and rested on your breasts as you jumped and abby had to stead her breathing. her fingers twitched with the need to flick and thumb at your nipples until you were sensitive and whimpering. your mouth hanging open so she could lick and suck on your tongue while she let her hand cup your warm pussy.

it’s what she’s thinking about now as she whimpers your name softly, her fingers thrusting sloppily into her cunt. she rubs her clit thinking about the sound of your voice shaping around her name. the way you sigh and moan at the taste of the food she’s cooked you. she’s fucked. there isn’t a single thing you could do that wouldn’t have her moaning into her pillow and humping her sheets like she is now.

“god fuck, m’gonna cum, please please baby lemme cum,” abby whines, whimpers your name over and over — her fingers sinking impossibly deeper and pressing on her gspot until she’s shaking. her fingers coming to swipe across her clit vigorously. her hips buck and twitch greedily, as she bites her lip, “please please - cum - wanna cum let me. m’gonna make you feel s’good,” abby slurs.

she didn’t realise she’s been saying your name so loudly, that you could hear her saying your name, “cum, cum, please” you’d heard her plead and so you stand before her door.

“abby,” you sigh,

“fuck,” she murmurs, she’s so fucking close - she can’t stop, her fingers feeling stuck as she thrust them, curled into her pussy. she can feel the coil in her belly ready to snap, especially with the way you just said her name.

“abby? can i come inside?” you ask gently and abby explodes, biting back her moans, except for

“m’cumming!” she groans, her wetness squelching and slicking her thighs. she’s slightly disoriented and elated as she stands on shaky legs. she hadn’t even bothered to pull her sweats or underwear down. abby pretends to yawn as she opens her door.

“hey, sorry -um,” abby stammers at the amused look on your face, surely you couldn’t have heard her?

abby’s question is answered when you reach from her hand and fuck - she forgot to wipe her fingers, you being them up to your face as abby swallows thickly,

“I’m so sorry,” she starts but you cut her off,

“heard you calling my name,” you smile, bringing her fingers to your lips and sliding your soft mouth down around them. abby’s body shudders at the feeling of your tongue licking around her fingers and between them, suckling and swallowing her wetness with a moan.

“I-I don’t understand-“ abby groans when you start to gag yourself on her fingers,

“god fuck you’re so dirty,” abby moans, your eyes closing as she presses her fingers down on your tongue and brings her other hand to cradle your head as she fucks her fingers into your mouth, adding another when you moan. your hands coming to grip her her wrist and bicep.

“look at me,” she says, voice low with lust as your hooded red eyes gaze up at her. “bet you wish it was my cock gagging you huh?” abby cooes and watches as you squirm, your thighs tightening.

“god, you’re just as needy as I am for you,” she moans, removing her fingers and kissing you, you both moan at the first contact of your mouths. you bite her lip and suck on her tongue as she gasps, and she whines at the faint taste of herself on your tongue.

abby pulls you into her room and closes the door behind you by slamming you into it, her thigh between yours and encouraging your hips to move against her,

“god I’ve thought about this so much, wanna - need to do so much to you,” abby mumbles into your neck between kisses, “have to make you feel good,” she whines as your hips start to falter,

“oh baby, you sensitive? did all that smoke make you go stupid?” she asks and you moan,

“yeah? my pretty girl got all needy f’me hearing me moan your name while i make myself cum?”

your back arches against the door as your cum, hips bucking and clit rubbing against abby’s sweats, your lacy panties rubbing against your clit. abby pulls you onto her bed and is feverish in the way she undresses you, kissing and licking and sucking desperately at your soft flesh. her mouth latching to your nipple as her free hand finally, finally cups your wet pussy and moans around you breast as her fingers feel how wet you are.

abby starts to suck on your other nipple as her fingers circle your clit and you moan out her name. “fuck,” abby pops off your nipple and uses her fingers to flick your wet nipple, “love hearing you say my name,”

she kisses down your belly and starts to kiss your clit gently, licking and suckling and then pulling off, teasing until you whine, your hips bucking and your hand leaving the sheets to grip her hear, try to pull her face further into your cunt. and she lets you, sticks her tongue out gratefully, groaning when you start to buck your hips against her face.

“god, fuck m’sorry, you just feel so good,” you whimpers, biting your lip and moaning as abby pulls you closer, rubbing your thighs as you ride her face. “oh my god abby, yeah like that,” abby’s tongue is rolling against your clit.

abby groans when your bucking hips falter and holds you down, she licks into your hole and then back up your cunt to suckle your clit, she brings two fingers to circle your hole and then eases them in, chuckling when your back starts to rise as she curls her fingers gently and you yelp when she starts to rub your gspot.

“yeah baby, that feel good?” you nod and “words,” abby places short sharp smacks to your clit and then soothes the ache by lavishing her tongue over your clit and you cum, your legs tightening around her head “yes! yes abby feels good, good m’cumming fuck!” you near yell, your thighs trembling.

abby can barely breathe but the sweet scent of your pussy, your wetness increasing around her fingers and she moans licking around her fingers as she fucks you through your orgasm. except she doesn’t stop, she continues to such your clit and adds a third finger to your softened, gummy, wet cunt.

“abby, oh fuck-“ you whine trying to squirm away from her but abby pulls your thighs apart with a grunt and gets between your legs so you can’t close them around her shoulders.

you bulky blonde, curls her fingers in and out of you, crooking them so they’re rubbing up with pressure against your walls. “oh my god,” you groan gutturally and your eyes roll back.

abby’s so entranced by you, your pretty face all scrunched up in pleasure, “I know baby, I know, must feel so good,” she spits at your entrance and her fingers slip in as her fingers hasten, her thumb rubbing at your clit.

“god, so you are fuckin’ easy, didn’t even have to do any anything,” she chuckles, groaning as she watches you and your head falls back into the pillows, your hands both pushing her away and tugging at her braid. “you just fucking threw yourself at me, pretty fucking slut,”

you whine out the coil in your belly tightening again, tears welling up in your eyes as abby kisses your belly, “oh god you look so pretty crying for me, wanna stretch you out on my cock, make you cry some more,”

you cum again whining her name, your eyes blinded by white hot pleasure and abby keeps going, fucking you through it and then relaxing, pulling out gently as you calm down.

abby moans sucking around her fingers and near gagging herself on them, her hand rubbing up and down your thigh as you twitch. “can I baby? get you cock-drunk and cumming f’me again?”

you hum, and before you can register her leaving, abby’s crawling between your legs and rubbing her lubed strap through your wet folds and bumping your clit with each thrust of her hips until your hole is clenching, “please abby, please fuck me — I’ll be so good for you, so good,”

“aw god you’re so pathetic, so sweet for me when you beg,” abby chuckles, lining herself up with your hole and rubbing your thighs, sliding in and watching your face contort in pleasure and then moaning when she looks down to where you’re swallowing her cock, her strap disappearing inside you and covered in slick when she pulls back.

“precious, you look so good,” abby moans, winding her hips, “yeah, yeah, abby cock so big - d-daddy please oh my god so good,” you babble and abby leans over you, feeling your breasts pressed against hers, “what did y’call me?”

you can’t even blush, too fucked out to even register your words, but again the title tumbles off your lips - “daddy, please,”

“oh fuck,” abby groans, leaning over you and tightening a hand around your throat.

“god good girl baby, want you to cum for me yeah? let daddy know how good you’re feelin” she moans, fucking into you, her forehead pressed against yours.

“cum for me honey, be a good girl for daddy,” she moans and you do, shivering and cumming, back arching and your nails scratching down abby’s back.

🤭🏷️ @lesbian-useless @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @lavendersgirl @bimboprincezz @emiliabby

[punkshort]

Thank you Anon for this request!

A Deeper Purpose

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader one-shot

Summary: Living in Jackson during the apocalypse doesn't do anything to curb your desire to have a child. The problem is, most of the men in town are unavailable... except for one.

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex, breeding kink (given the request, obv), language, friends to lovers, mentions of anxiety, infertility, pregnancy, angst, pining, alcohol

WC: 3.4K

dividers by @saradika-graphics

When you first asked him, he thought you were crazy.

He stared at you in complete disbelief, his gaze flickering down to the drink in your hand, trying to recall how many you had to propose something so insane. But it was only one.

"Are you fuckin' serious?"

"Mhmm," you said confidently. "I've thought about it for a long time. I want a baby and the men in this town are either taken or have the mental fortitude of a child," you joked nervously. "You're neither of those things. Besides... I trust you."

His eyes softened for a moment and he dropped his gaze to the table. You had known Joel for the better part of five years, and while at first he was brash and gruff, throughout countless patrols and fights against infected where you had to have each other's backs, you had grown rather close. Neither of you ever crossed the line past friendship, and you had never even thought about it until recently when your anxiety was keeping you up late at night, wondering if you would ever find a man and settle down to start a family.

It was a luxury in this life, to be sure. The population of Jackson wasn't very large, but in five years you had come to get a good read on most of its citizens. And you kept coming back to the same conclusion: the man for you was not there.

So after much thought and self-reflection, you worked up enough courage to get a drink with Joel after your route and ask him if he would be willing to give you a baby.

You followed up by telling him you would be solely responsible, that you would do all the work and he could be as involved in the child's life as much as he wanted to be, if at all, while he sat there dumbstruck.

Now he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck nervously as he weighed your proposal.

"Can I think 'bout it?" he finally asked.

"Oh, god, of course!" you exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise that he was considering it at all. "However much time you need."

But that was almost a month ago. Each day that passed you became more anxious, more impatient, and it was beginning to sour your mood.

On that particular day you were checking out the park rangers outpost hidden deep within the Wyoming forest. The building was up within the trees, providing the park rangers in the past a bird's eye view of the forest, and now it gives Jackson the same.

Joel was scribbling something in the log book while you strolled aimlessly around the cabin, opening and shutting drawers loudly, already knowing what was in them but just looking for something to do.

"Somethin' on your mind?" he mumbled over his shoulder, his focus still on the book.

"No," you said defensively, but when you angrily began to struggle with a window that refused to open, it became clear you were lying.

"Here, lemme help," he offered, dropping the pencil and walking to your side of the room.

"I'm fine, I don't need your help," you snapped, though you obviously did.

His hands gripped your shoulders and forcibly moved you out of the way before he took hold of the window and gave it a quick jerk, loosening the window in it's frame and finally allowing fresh air in.

He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes before breezing past him.

"This attitude 'bout the window or 'bout what you asked me?" he challenged, stopping you dead in your tracks. Slowly, you spun around, unsure what to say.

"The window," you finally answered, then shifted your weight and shrugged. "Okay, maybe a little of both."

"Mhmm," he said, advancing toward you. "Thought so."

"Well... have you thought about it or are you just trying to come up with a nice way to say no?"

He frowned and propped his hands on his hips. "Now why d'you think it's a no?"

"Because you haven't said a single word about it in a month," you told him like the answer was obvious.

"Well maybe the answer's yes but I don't know how to casually bring up into polite conversation that I'm ready to knock up my goddamn friend!" he argued.

You stared at him, jaw hanging open in disbelief.

"Wait, really?" you whispered.

He nodded and scrubbed his palms over his face. "Yeah, I mean... if you still wanna or... whatever," he grumbled.

The first time was bad, to put it mildly. Your kisses were all teeth, chins and noses bumped together awkwardly. You had hoped once you got down to it that it would have gotten better, but you were wrong. Your rhythms were all off, you hit your head on the end table, and Joel nearly fell off the couch at one point. Needless to say, you didn't come. It was a miracle he did by the end of it.

Afterwards, you both sat there, catching your breaths and wondering if you made a huge mistake.

No, it wasn't a mistake. It was always a means to an end. Ultimately, it didn't really matter if the sex was good or not, the end result would be the same.

Still...

"I'm not usually that bad," you finally said, breaking the thick silence. He groaned and tipped his head back to rest on the couch.

"Me either. I swear, I ain't lyin'. I never usually..." he trailed off, rubbing his chin, deep in thought. "We'll try again. Back home. In a bed. That's the problem. It's gotta be, right?"

"Yeah," you nodded, not fully believing him but at that point, what could it hurt?

The next time was the following day at your home. It was a little better than the first time, but not by much.

"It doesn't matter, Joel," you assured him, tugging your blanket over your chest.

"Matters to me," he said defensively. "I'm too in my head or somethin'. It's still weird, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it's weird," you agreed.

"It's too planned out. Maybe it's gotta be more natural. More... spontaneous."

"Yeah," you agreed.

A couple evenings later one of the other men on patrol was having a bonfire at his home and invited a handful of others, you and Joel included.

Ten or so people sat around a roaring fire, tossing back whiskey and playing cards or swapping war stories. The alcohol made you feel warm and relaxed, your limbs as loose as your tongue when you joked around with the others, joining in on the teasing when a seasoned patrolman admitted to shooting off a crossbow at a leaf that fell just a little too loudly in the woods.

Then you felt a hand on the small of your back and you turned, your eyes glassy and face warm from the booze and the laughs. Joel stood beside you looking just as at ease as you and he gave you a knowing look.

For once, you were on the same page. Neither of you said a word.

You made your excuses, said your goodbyes, and slipped into the night. It was quiet, the rest of the town asleep, so it was easy to hear Joel's voice carry over the wind a few minutes later when he announced his departure, your heart skipping an excited beat in your chest.

He didn't hurry to catch up with you and you were glad. It helped. The anticipation built up on the walk home, and for the first time you felt a warmth bloom between your legs. Your fingers shakily worked your front door when you heard his steps growing closer, the crunching of gravel growing louder and louder until your door swung open and the squeak of old wood under his boots as he walked up your stairs echoed in your ears.

You didn't bother to turn the lights on. His hands were on your waist instantly, kicking the door closed behind him as his mouth crashed against yours with a groan. All you could hear was your shared breath and the rustling of fabric, each of you working to strip the other of their clothes as quickly as possible.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the spontaneity of it. Whatever it was, it was better. Oh, so much better.

Somehow you had made it to your bed and you had never been more grateful to have a small ranch home in your life. When he first pushed inside, you moaned and arched your back off the mattress and his teeth gently grazed your collarbone, sending a wave of goosebumps over your skin. Instantly, you found a rhythm. Your hips rolled to meet his at the perfect time, his hands squeezed and pinched your breasts while his tongue invaded your mouth, only sliding down to cup your ass when he sensed it was becoming too much.

"More," you moaned into his mouth, heels digging into the backs of his thighs. He alternated between snapping and grinding his hips, the mix of sensations quickly bringing you over the edge.

You could feel the excitement in his body when he finally made you come. Like he was reenergized and focused, like he had finally accomplished what he set out to do.

"Come for me, Joel," you whispered in his ear before nipping at his earlobe. You could tell he was close by the way his muscles tensed and the deep groans emanating from his chest.

"Yeah? Want me to come in this tight little pussy?" he growled, the dirty talk sending a jolt of surprise through you. Before, he had been so quiet. This was new.

"Yeah," you whispered back, "want you to fuck a baby in me. I want everyone to see what you did to me."

He groaned so loudly you wondered if it could be heard from outside. His teeth sunk down into your shoulder when he came, muffled words being spoken into your skin as he shot thick ropes of his seed deep into your womb, only slowing when his legs began to shake and he collapsed on top of you with a huff.

"Fuck," he gasped, still trying to catch his breath on top of you. "That was..." he trailed off with a chuckle and you felt him swallow tightly. "That was much better."

"Yeah," you whispered, your eyes sliding shut as your fingers gently raked through his hair. You didn't even realize you were doing it or how intimate it seemed considering your arrangement, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he leaned into it a bit as he waited for his heartrate to slow.

Once he collected himself, he propped himself up on his hands and slowly eased out of you with a hiss.

"Can you hand me-"

"Yeah," he said, already knowing you were asking for the small, firm pillow you used last time to prop your hips up, and gave it to you. With a groan, he got to his feet and went to your bathroom while you tucked your knees against your chest, hoping you were getting the angle right.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he handed you a wet washcloth to use when you were done, then began to dress.

He glanced at your face, then your hips propped up in the air.

"You need anythin' else?"

"No, I think this'll do," you joked, and he chuckled before he stood.

"Alright then. See you tomorrow?"

"Yep," you said with a smile, then watched him as he left your bedroom and listened while he slid his boots back on and quietly shut the door behind him, leaving you all alone.

"Fuck, it better work this time," you muttered as you bounced up and down on Joel's lap, your hands digging into his shoulders for support as you slid up and down on his cock. His hands held your waist, guiding you while you rode him on his couch, his eyes transfixed on where you were connected.

"Gotta relax. I told you, it ain't gonna work if you stress yourself out," he replied, eyes still glued to the way his cock emerged from your clutch even wetter than before.

"It's been six months, Joel," you whined, but he shushed you by slanting his mouth over yours. He didn't want to admit it, but he didn't mind when you came to him each month with a look of dejection when your efforts inevitably failed. He felt bad for you, don't get him wrong, but he had grown very fond of the one week every month you found yourself wrapped around his cock.

His thumb found your clit and he felt you tense and your mind went blank. Perfect.

"'S'right," he murmured, watching your face go slack, "just turn off that pretty little head of yours for a minute and lemme take care of you."

You nodded, eyes sliding shut as your hips began to work faster, rolling and grinding down on him until your nails dug into his skin and you cried out his name. Fuck, he loved hearing that. It didn't take much more for him to come, his hands gripping your sides so tight, he was afraid he might leave bruises as he thrusted up into you, giving you every last drop of his release.

"Goddamn," he whispered, head falling back onto the couch as he panted for air.

"Shit," you gasped, voice a little cracked. "Shoulda finished with me laying down. It's gonna leak out when -"

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you and, still plugging you with his cock, twisted around so you were laying flat on the couch and he was hovering above you.

"Better?"

"Much," you giggled, playing with a stray curl over his ear. You gazed warmly at one another, neither of you saying a word as your pulse slowed and his cock softened.

"Thank you for doing this for me, Joel," you whispered, your eyes drifting all over his face, taking in every little detail.

He nodded and swallowed then forced himself to look away. If he didn't, he was worried you would see too much.

He slid out of you and grabbed a pillow, handing it to you blindly before standing and strolling to his bathroom. After he cleaned up, he leaned over his sink, hands curled around the cracked vanity, and stared at his reflection in the mirror with a pit in his stomach.

How did he let this happen?

He should have known. The morning before you came over, he had a bad feeling. Like something had shifted in the air, something had changed without his permission and it left an empty feeling in his chest.

The overly excited knock on his door as he sipped his coffee almost made him want to pretend he wasn't home, that you weren't about to bounce into his kitchen holding two white sticks with a huge grin plastered across your face. But he didn't, and you did.

Either he really sold his reaction to your news well or you were too elated to notice his heart being ripped from his chest.

It was over. You were pregnant, and you no longer needed him. You would no longer come by every month and keep his bed warm. You would no longer share breakfast with him or talk to him about the books you were reading. He would go back to being utterly and completely alone.

It took a good month or two, but he adjusted back to his normal life. You still did patrol runs with him, which he protested, but when you finally began to show around five months, you agreed to stop and found a different job in town, instead.

That made his chest crack back open. Now he hardly ever saw you. It was bad enough he didn't get to be with you, taste you, fuck you anymore, but now he didn't even get to hear your voice. Occasionally he would see you in the dining hall or in the street and you would always talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Meanwhile, you walked around Jackson with his child growing in your belly, your shirts straining against the swell of your womb, the life he put inside you blooming before everyone's eyes. And all he wanted to do was claim you, right there in the center of town for everyone to see. For everyone to look in awe at what the two of you had created together.

One evening he was sitting alone in front of his fire, sipping whiskey and staring blankly into the flames. He had a decent life, considering the circumstances. So why couldn't he just be happy?

Then a rap came at his door. Urgent and loud. He placed his tumbler down and quickly went to open it, surprised to find you waiting on the other side.

"Hey," you said breathlessly, one hand over your round stomach. His eyes dropped down to take you in before he met your gaze again.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," you replied with a look on your face that told him you didn't realize he would obviously panic about your wellbeing at this point in your pregnancy. "Sorry, I just - can I come in?"

"Yeah, 'course," he said, stepping aside to open the door wider. You toed off your boots and shrugged off your jacket, allowing him to take it from you and hang it up before you wandered into his living room. Your eyes fell on his abandoned glass and you smiled.

"I miss drinking," you said longingly. He grinned and, leaving the whiskey where it was so as not to tempt you, sat on the couch.

"What're you doin' here so late? Is the baby okay?"

"Yeah," you nodded, tearing your eyes away from the glass and sitting down near him on the sofa. "Baby's good. I just was thinking about you and I wanted to see you."

He perked up at that, he couldn't help himself. "Oh, yeah?"

You grinned and bit your lip shyly before looking away. "I miss you, I guess."

A smile spread wide across his face. "Aw, how sweet."

You swatted an arm out to smack him on the shoulder and he laughed, his heart finally feeling like it was mending a bit.

"Jerk," you muttered, and he laughed again.

"I missed you, too," he finally admitted, his cheeks rosy from the fire and the whiskey as he gazed at you, the reflection from the flames making your skin glow. Maybe it was that pregnancy glow that everyone used to talk about. Or maybe you always glowed and he just never allowed himself to notice until it was too late.

He watched your throat work, swallowing dryly while your fingers fidgeted in your lap and he realized you were nervous.

"What if I told you I missed you as more than just friends?" you whispered, your eyes pinned to the floor, unwilling or unable to meet his gaze.

His breath caught in his throat. Surely, he must have misheard you. But then you finally turned to look at him, tears welling in your eyes, and his heart lurched in his chest.

"What if I told you I'm in love with you?" he bravely whispered back.

Your eyebrows pinched together and your face crumpled before you reached forward, curling your arms around his neck and pulling him close, your lips pressing together earnestly before opening your mouth and letting his tongue lick behind your teeth.

He wasn't sure how you both made it upstairs and into his bed. He couldn't remember peeling your clothes off, one by one, revealing more and more of your changing body to him for the first time. But he did remember seeing your bare, swollen belly underneath him while his hand slowly slid across your skin in wonder. And then he felt it. A little flutter. A little jolt. And he looked up at you in surprise.

"She's kicking," you explained, and his eyes fell back to your stomach.

"She?"

You nodded, placing your hand over his lovingly. "I think it's a girl."

He smiled as tears began to cloud his vision, then bent forward to press a kiss against your stomach, letting his lips linger so hopefully his unborn daughter could feel him there and feel the love he had for her.

You had to pull him away by his shoulders, the both of you laughing softly, unable to believe how much things had changed in just a year.

Because not only were you a couple months away from finally being a mother, but you also realized you were very, very wrong all those months ago.

The man for you was, in fact, right there all along.

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