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cherryeclipses · 2 days ago

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the little things

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The moments between hunts where you and Dean can pretend to be a normal couple

Fluff, implied smut, no gender mentioned, Dean is a softie, 1 use of Y/N (also im horrible at writing smut sorry babes), wrote in like 30 minutes so not my best work...

Word count: 1.3k

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Dating Dean was tough at times, he was stubborn, self-sabotaging, and put everyone else's needs before his own. But the most difficult part was the fact that you were both hunters. It left barely any time to connect and do normal couple 'things.' Occasionally there were rare moments in between hunts where you could relax and even have a little fun, these were the moments you two cherished, even if it was just five minutes.

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You sighed, searching your pockets for the motel room key, you had just a finished a week long hunt solo taking out a small nest of vampires. As you pushed the door open, longing for a hot shower and bed to sleep in, you froze, whipping your shotgun out of your waistband. "Woah, woah, it's just me sweetheart." A familiar voice drawled. You flipped the light switch, "Dean?!" "You expecting any other men?" He chuckled as you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, pulling him into a tight hug. You hadn't seen your boyfriend in nearly 2 months. He had been off with Sam, searching for their father and you had been busy with your own hunts. "What are you doing here?" You pulled away to get a good look at his handsome face. "I came for the scenery." He joked, "I came to see you idiot, what else?" "Did you find John?" You questioned. "Ah, it's a long story. A lot has happened since I spoke to you last week. But don't worry about that, I don't want to talk about work tonight." He leant down to kiss your lips, you melted into him, he smelt divine like old leather and vanilla. Your hands travelled up his chest, holding onto the man as if he was about to disappear. Nothing would be able to pull the two of you off each other, except the low growl of your stomach. Dean pulled away from you and your cheeks blushed. "C'mon let's order some food then we can get to the fun stuff." Dean laughed.

The two of you were sprawled out on the old motel couch, fast food wrappers littered the coffee table. You glanced over at your boyfriend, his eyes glued to the TV. It felt so nice to have him back, as much as you were glad him and Sam were getting along again you selfishly missed seeing him everyday. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Dean said, breaking you out of your thoughts. "Maybe I will." You poked your tongue out at the boy. "I really have missed you Dean, thank you for surprising me." "It's nothing, honestly I couldn't stand being away from you a minute longer. Was driving Sammy crazy." You giggled, leaning your head on his muscular shoulder, your eyes suddenly feeling heavy, you had almost forgotten how exhausted you were. Deans hands playing with your hair absentmindedly, sending you to sleep.

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The sound of Dean softly humming ACDC woke you, you sat up straight in your seat, your neck was stiff from leaning against the side of the impala for hours. You had been driving for what felt like forever, leaving before the sun had set, it was now pitch black outside, you looked out the window to see nothing but bright stars in the sky and no other cars on the road ahead. "Hey there sleepy head." Dean teased. "Hey yourself." You looked behind you to see Sam passed out in the backseat, snoring softly. "How far away are we?" "Almost there, another hour maybe." Dean mused, taking your hand in his, running his thumb gently over your knuckles. As much as you hated long drives it was nice to have some downtime with Dean. You leaned forward to turn up the music slightly before placing a kiss on Dean's cheek, his stubble prickling your lips. You softly moved your way down his cheek, placing gentle kisses along his neck. Dean moaned quietly, tilting his head so you had better access to his neck, eyes still focused on the road. You took the encouragement and travelled further down his neck, lingering on his collarbone. He shuffled in his seat, you could tell he was getting worked up but trying to play it cool. You smiled and pulled away, returning to your spot in the passenger seat. "Can you guys not wait until we get to the motel?" Sam groaned from the backseat. You laughed, feeling sorry for the poor guy "sorry Sam. hands off from now on, I promise." You held your hands up in surrender. Dean didn't say a word but put his foot down on the accelerator, determined to get there as fast as his Baby would let him.

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"Hey Bobby, where's the sugar?" You called from the kitchen. "Second cupboard from the left." He answered from the doorway. You had spent the weekend at Bobby's, helping him with research for Sam and Dean. You sang quietly to yourself as you zipped round Bobby's kitchen, the boys were on their way back and you wanted them to come home to some real food. It was also a distraction for you from all the reading and worrying you had done all weekend long. "Would you let me help you?" Bobby asked. "Nope. There's more beer in the fridge, so go sit down, relax, and don't read any more damn lore books." The old man chuckled, nodding in response and leaving you to do what you needed.

"Honey, we're home!" Dean called out as he and Sam walked through the front door. "Hey Bobby, where's Y/N?" "In the kitchen." Bobby answered the eldest Winchester brother. "What are you -" Dean was cut off when he saw the spread on the dining table. The small table was full with all kinds of food, steak, vegetables, salad, fries, you name it, it was probably there. "Hey - woah did you spend all weekend cooking?" Sam asked as he walked in to the kitchen, eyes wide. "I think I'm gonna marry you" Dean faked a tear as he pulled you in for a kiss. "I thought you deserved a nice meal for once and honestly I was sick of reading! So sit, all of you and dig in. Please." As the men settled in for dinner the oven timer dinged. "More food?" Bobby asked, surprised. "Oh um, it's actually a surprise for Dean." You said, standing up to attend to the oven. You returned holding a steaming hot cherry pie. Dean's jaw dropped, "Have I ever told you how much I love you." He asked stunned. "Maybe once or twice." You shrugged.

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You awoke to sunlight streaming through the torn motel curtains, you rolled over, noticing Dean wasn't beside you. You stretched out across the mattress, contemplating going back to sleep until you heard the sound of the shower running. Sleepily you made your way to the bathroom, tossing your oversized shirt (the t shirt Dean wore yesterday) across the room and removing your pyjama pants once you were in the bathroom. You pulled back the shower curtain to reveal your boyfriend, taking a moment to revel in his beauty, his tan skin glistening with water droplets. "Good morning." He said with a goofy grin. "Morning" You replied, stepping into the shower and placing a soft kiss to his lips. Your hands found their way to his hair, gently massaging his scalp Dean hummed with pleasure, his hands travelling down your damp body, squeezing your hips and bringing you closer towards him. You slowly pulled away leaning your head back to allow the water to run through your hair. Dean took the opportunity to sprinkle kisses along your neck and down your chest. You let a moan escape your throat, he pushes you against the shower wall continuing to kiss you all the way down your body, lingering where you were most sensitive before standing up to meet your gaze. "I should wake up early more often." He mumbles, his voice deep, sending shivers down your spine. "I think we should make a habit of this." You say with a grin. Dean's hands find their way to your waist again "I agree." he says with a kiss before spinning you around to face the wall.

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kryptznnn · 6 hours ago

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Hiya!

I hope you're doing well

I had sorta of a specific request fem! reader x Bakugo first time (nsfw)? Reader and Bakugo known each other since middle school and hated each other's guts but then in the first year of ua thing start to change... Like a enemies to rivals to lovers thingy

And they confess to each other a day before the final war

Now it's several months after that and when Bakugo takes reader for hiking on the weekend but then end up having their first time in the hot springs?

Sorry if it's too much! Thankss!!❤️✨

��/♡- Take It Easy

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➸ INTERESTS; - aged up! katsuki bakugo x f!quirk-using reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - (requested submission) Before the final war, Katsuki had made you promise to him your safety and future with one another, and you did. It wasn’t expected for either of you however for you to end up in a coma after the battle. After waking up you hadn’t expected everything to take a turn for the better so quickly.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc.5.8k, mentions of memory loss, comatose mentions, reader in a hospital patient, fast recovery, angst, fluff, kissing, vacation mentions, smut, p in v, orgasm mention (both f and m), etc.

➸a.i; - im so sorry this is so late oh my god, ive been going through lots of loads but im bulldozing through other works!! bare w me!

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“I love you”

The words echoed in your mind as you sat in your hospital bed, accompanied by concerned family. For the first time ever possibly, you saw your father cry, he never did. The entire situation just an hour ago was intense and very emotional, you hadn’t even known, but apparently you were in a coma.

And not for a short period of time, because when you had asked if it was for a week or a month your mother only scoffed before crying again. Your father was the one to break the news to you saying it had been nearly over half a year. You felt your heart race and breathing begin to quicken when you heard his words, quickly lunging for your phone that had been handed to you and checking the year.

You began to cry, harder than before now when you realized what had happened. After the battle you were fatally injured, but all of your wounds were long healed now, even the scars were faded, but over half a year of your life had been gone. Your family, your friends, birthdays, holidays, memories, all of it had gone to waste.

After your settlement and small discussion with your family you couldn’t help but think about your friends, or more importantly Katsuki. His confession and promise still ringing in your head as before as you sat off and stared into space.

It’s been over half a year, maybe things have changed even more than you thought. He could’ve moved on or even forgot about all of you and everything that had happened. Either that or he was too embarrassed to even see you. A frown quickly appeared on your face as you gripped your covers softly.

Your family immediately took sign of your reactions but before anything else could be said or done, a nurse had soon walked in saying everything had been cleared and you were free to go. As you prepped yourself and changed your clothing you had felt your phone buzz in your pocket, but you hadn’t paid it any mind and continued on with your night.

You helped your family pack the car as majority of your stuff was with you in the room until you had woken up. In all honesty after hearing half a year has passed you were surprised you were still alive, let alone that no one had given up on you during your time period of being here.

As you were on the road with your parents you asked them about it, they had responded saying that over the months you had progressed. Slight movements or even weak speech, and they knew that they still had a shot with you. It was more of you being lost within your own mind during the period, and the possibility of your quirk keeping you in a comatose like state out of fear.

That made sense for a moment, at least satisfactory towards you. As you pulled your phone from within your pocket you had also been given back your old headphones, smiling as you connected them to your phone before playing music. As you went through your phone with messages or social media you were surprised to see hundreds of messages and notifications all in your favor, entirely overwhelming you.

You made it your mission for this week before going to bed every night to speak to each and every single one of them. Speaking of what had happened and that you were back to your full potential and thanking them for their prayers and support over the months. Some of them cried and wanted to immediately come and visit you, but you informed them already that you’d have to clear that with your parents first as they didn’t want you to be too overwhelmed.

After some time had passed you looked over the contact on your phone, hesitating to call you. You had hundreds of missed calls from him, and you wondered why if he knew where you were. Katsuki knew you were in the hospital and your parents never seized to speak of how he would leave his classes just to spend time with you here.

Apparently the first time you seemed responsive in the hospital he was there, and they had seen him smile for the first time. He would read to you, play music for you, and even just speak about his day. Everything hit you as hot flashes or blurs, and you weren’t exactly able to pinpoint the voice to the face from those long nights.

It was slightly surprising to say the least, no one had taken him as the romantic or caring type. Well, you knew he was, that’s what he had told you when he confessed to you before the war, as you did to him. Maybe it was his own way of coping with what had happened, the promise you shared with one another played back in your head.

"I’ll be waiting for you after all of this, I promise I’ll be safe, don’t cry.” He spoke to you, wiping your face slightly before smiling and leaving you behind with the other girls. Now here you sat in your room after half a year from then, different bedsheets and stuffy air, pressing ‘call’ on his contact list.

You listened to your phone ring for a while before checking the time at the top left corner, immediately hanging up once you realized how late it had been. Since the two of you were young, he never slept late, always an early bird. He hated how much you’d lecture and bully him about it calling him a grandpa, and he was always quick to insult you in return.

It was funny honestly thinking back to it all, the two of you seemed to despise one another in middle school, quick to throw insults and even get into physical fights where you’d have to be separated. Over time as you two matured and entered high school it wasn’t missed how the atmosphere seemed the change, your friend groups merging as you two had genuine priorities instead of just messing around with one another.

As much as you tried to avoid him it seemed nearly impossible, the universe going against your wishes and placing the two of you in situations almost constantly. Eventually the two of you had gotten closer and kept the label as friends, and surprisingly Katsuki was the first to come to you, mature enough to apologize for the past and all that’s happened between you two.

You too had apologized for your actions, knowing you were a handful and far from perfect when you were caught on a bad day. It seemed almost so sudden afterwards you couldn’t help but feel an attraction towards him, or possibly the attraction you had prior becoming stronger and transforming into something neither of you had expected.

At first when the others joked and placed the two of you together as a couple for pranks it bothered you, you would deny immediately and move on towards different things as Katsuki only got angry. Sooner than later as the jokes became more and more the two of you had just stopped arguing and defending it, as you thought he stopped because he was tired of it.

For someone who could argue for hours he sure seemed quiet towards the allegations of any romance or crushing happening between the two of you. You would only look away feeling your face warm slightly as you listened to your friends' troubling words, laughing afterwards to look over at Katsuki, who wore a small smile on his lips, only for you.

You tapped your knee before deciding to send him a text instead, hopefully able to read it when he woke up. As you began to type your mind wandered over what might’ve happened over the past year. If anyone had moved or gotten together, maybe by some miracle graduated early and continued with their training to become heroes.

[You: Hey, I know you’re asleep, when you wake up call me? I’m back home now and you’re the only person I haven’t had the chance to talk to]

You reread the message before hitting send, ensuring that was probably the most formatted message you could send. It was also similar to the same things you had said to others on the phone or in text messages to those that couldn’t stay on the phone.

You quickly got ready for bed afterwards as you charged your phone and said your goodnight to everyone before heading off. Surprisingly you fell asleep rather quickly than before, now dozing.

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You awoke to your mother knocking on your door and waking you up. You sat up groggily as you heard her words, slightly slurred in your ears but she ended up repeating herself as you took your covers off.

“You have a visitor, they’re waiting for you downstairs, and also pack a bag, you’ll be on a trip for a while.” She said before waving you off and closing the door to give you privacy.

You cursed mentally thinking of how random the scenario sounded. You had just been discharged a little over 24 hours ago and now you’re going on a trip? It all seemed so sudden to you but to your mother it seemed as if she had already known and everything was planned.

You only shrugged it off and went to the bathroom you had familiarized yourself with before preparing yourself. You soon got ready and washed up before making your way back to your room and began packing. You packed your old clothing, makeup, anything a girl could for any trip imaginable into a suitcase and carry-on bag. Grabbing your other essentials such as your chargers and wallet leaving them in the outside pockets before making your way into the living room.

As you were lost in thought you checked your messages, eager to see who had answered you, or more specifically if Katsuki had. To your dismay he hadn’t, only leaving your message on seen early this morning around 7. You checked the time before announcing your presence in the kitchen, 11:27am.

“Good morning, I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to pack so I kind of packed everything? I got a bathing suit too just in case.” You mentioned awkwardly looking at your suitcase that had dragged behind you before looking into the kitchen to see your mother. She only nodded and pointed towards the dining room, making you leave your bag behind as you peered behind the wall to see your father sitting down chatting with someone.

“Katsuki…” you breathed in disbelief when you saw the familiar haircut of the boy. He turned his head quickly, cutting off your father before immediately pushing back his chair and pulling you into a hug you tightly. To which you hugged him back and practically sobbed into his shoulder, as you quickly pulled back and wiped your face you cupped his face with your hands, examining him.

He had so many new scars you had never seen before, or any that you would remember for the most part. It was so good seeing him, it felt as if you two had spent a lifetime apart. Being around one another since middle school hadn’t helped the fact you were gone for so long either. He wore a sad smile on his face as he looked at you, his hair was different, the same color but he must’ve had an undercut from where you were standing.

Whatever it was it suited him, he’s changed so much and yet so little in just barely a year. You knew it wasn’t the same for you though, if anything from the time you spent in the hospital you had definitely shed a few pounds and your hair had grown longer, not being able to get as much nutrients as you had when woken.

“You haven’t changed, at all.” He spoke, keeping his hands at your sides as he examined your figure and face, you only shook your head and smiled before pointing to the large scar on his cheek.

“I could heal this for you, you know? Don’t have to keep it forever, it changes your face so much.” You spoke as you rubbed it slightly, he shook his head and ushered you to take a seat beside him, your breakfast already being there. You obliged and sat down beside him taking a bit of the food in front of you before he spoke.

“Nah, I like it this way. Plus, everyone else thinks it makes me look badass.” He spoke, nodding to himself out of approval, you only laughed at him, covering your mouth as you ate. Without you even realizing your parents had both left the area, possibly going to the living room or their bedroom who knows.

You finished your food quickly as you listened to Katsuki speak of everything that had happened with him over the past year. He made sure to fill in every detail and not leave out anything, seeing your confused, upset, excited, or disgusted expressions at his words, smirking at each of them.

As you cleaned yourself up and listened to his plans, he had spoken to your parents prior. For when you were discharged, he wanted to take you out properly to celebrate with you, as he had planned too after the battle, but was unable too because of your condition. The dots clicked in your head as to why your mother had asked you to just now pack everything you could as you had a surprise awaiting you.

Till now it was still a surprise, as Katsuki refused to reveal the destination of where you two were headed after you said your goodbyes to your family. You two shared excessive conversation the entire trip, only taking a little under an hour to arrive as he took the highway.

You had been in his car before, only once a twice before hand after his small confession between the two of you. He had taken you out several times, the two of you enjoying the time together, however now felt different. You knew how much had changed, but you just didn't expect you'd been out for so long.

You appreciated how much he tried to take your mind off of it when you confessed how you really felt, feeling as if you lost a large piece of yourself. He never failed to make you laugh and feel as if nothing had changed between the two of you, and honestly it hasn't.

After his confession just days before he had gotten matching necklaces for the two of you. You loved to ridicule him on it, never taking him for the sappy type or extreme lover type of person, but you could see how honestly. Deep down under that tough layer of attitude and hardships was just a caring man, and you appreciated everything he had done. He wasn't afraid to hide it either, he confessed it as he held it between his fingers showing it to you as he drove.

The only time it wasn't out for all to see was when he was out on his minor hero duties, tucking it within his uniform as a safety precaution. By some miracle during the battle, you had kept yours, expecting it to be lost in battle. It stayed on until now, and you fidgeted around with your own as he showed you with a smile before looking out the window to the side, watching the sunset as several colors mixed into the sky.

He opened the window for you, but not entirely. You closed your eyes and rested partial of your head and arm against the window as you felt the wind blow into your hair. It felt peaceful, it was peaceful, you were having so much fun and couldn’t wait for what was in store later on in the day once you arrived at your destination.

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"You brought me to a springs resort?" You asked, stepping out of the car raising a brow as Katsuki stood at your door, closing it behind you. He only nodded before going over to the trunk of his car and opening it.

"Yeah, but we'll be doing plenty of stuff this week, wanna get you back in your vibe n' have some fun." He spoke, now getting both your suitcase and bag along with his own, holding them in each hand. You were quick to take your luggage from him as he complained about it, before locking his car and speed walking ahead of you.

You only laughed a small while and followed right behind him, listening closely to his small conversation with the receptionist. You watched him pull out a card that you hadn't recognized before thanking the receptionist and quickly locking arms with you before walking off.

You raised a brow at him as the two of you made it over to the room number you were sure to memorize from the receptionist's words, '163'. You still couldn’t wrap your head around everything that’s happened to you in just the past two weeks from waking up from the hospital.

It was a lot to deal with, and you were surprised with just how well you were handling it. You’d heard of others and even seen movies of how people were after waking from a coma, losing memories, constantly fatigued, practically shifting into a different person, and yet here you were, stronger than ever. Maybe it was your quirk helping you with the most of it, but you felt fine, better than fine, you felt perfect.

Although times have changed and you’ve missed out on a lot of things, to Katsuki you were always there. Even if he was tired throughout his worst days of training or duty, he’d still stop by the hospital just to talk his feelings out.

You admired that about your relationship, the two of you weren’t all loud and public, because that didn’t matter. What mattered was how you too felt about one another and didn’t let anyone come between you two. Katsuki wasn’t a vocal person; he wasn’t the type to be out there or express himself all the time.

He was more of a physical person, the definition of ‘actions are louder than words'. He was never afraid to hold your hand or stick close to you wherever the two of you were, and you loved it. Like right now, how his hands were full as he held luggage from the car and the key to open the door and yet still kept his arm linked with yours.

He let you walk in first and was quick to follow behind you, placing the bags down by the door side and following in your steps. You took time to scan the room before turning to him quickly, a wave of dizziness hitting you before you hunched over holding your head.

He was quick to come to your side, his hands holding your shoulders and ushering you to side down. He knelt in front of you as you sat, caressing your cheek with a hand before placing it on your forehead with a frown.

You quickly swatted his hand away, rolling your eyes and scoffing. Irritation was quick to come flooding into your chest, you were perfectly fine. You’re here for vacation, not to be babied, there’s no way this was happening now of all times.

“I’m fine, I just missed my step.” You said, earning a raised brow from Katsuki, who now sat with his legs crossed in front of you while your legs were planted on the floor from the edge of the bed.

“You missed your step because your dizzy, that move was too quick for you, js take it easy.” He spoke, tapping your knee before getting up to get the bags in front of the door. You only watched him with a slight frown, maybe this vacation wasn’t going to be as much fun as you thought.

You were going to get up, but hesitated, anxiety slowly replacing the irritation in your chest from earlier. You wanted to help, especially with your own bags, even as Katsuki insisted, he had everything handled, it wouldn’t kill him to have a little help.

You only sat there in your thoughts, debating as you chewed on the inside of your cheeks. Initially you gave up with a sigh, now laying flat back down on the bed with a thud, causing Katsuki to perk his head up.

“I’m surprised you haven’t said anything about there only being one bed.” He spoke, you only turned your head and smiled softly, listening to him as he walked out of the bathroom and began checking the drawers in the room.

“I was going to say something before I toppled over.” You spoke in honesty, closing your eyes as you did so. It was the only reason you had turned around so suddenly, prepared to make a joke out of it before the situation escalated far from what either of you two had expected.

You heard shuffling from your side before feeling the bed sink as he sat next to you. You turned your head to look up at him with a smile, to which he returned the favor. Just as you did so a thought popped up in your head that you had no choice but to say aloud.

“Sorry for not being there for your birthday.” You said in a joking manner, nudging him in efforts to laugh with you as you began giggling. You soon stopped and looked at him with a look of regret when his smile formed into a straight line, now turning his head to look at the wall.

Honestly, if he were to speak on the situation, he wasn’t sure if he would be more hurt to see your reaction if he told you what happened or just remembering it all together. Whatever outcome was to show he was sure he wasn’t going to say even a word of everything.

Throughout the whole day you had always asked him how he was doing, and now he was happy, perfect even. He had gotten back the one thing that he couldn’t fathom losing, his mother had always spoken of how some people grieve differently and he never understood until your accident.

Katsuki hadn’t grieved, whether distance relatives who passed which he had to attend their funerals, or past pets that’ve run away, he never grieved. He was so quick to channel any other emotion he was feeling into rage that he wasn’t sure what to do with himself while you were gone.

His parents asked him countless times what he wanted for his birthday, whether it was a new car or anything they could afford. Just to cheer him up they even mentioned having a party or getting his favorite kind of cake, but when his response to what he wanted was you they could only turn to one another with a frown.

For the first time in all of his years of celebrating his birthday he cried. He wasn’t sure as to why he couldn’t stop, but whenever you came to mind, he just couldn’t help it. His entire room was filled with you, framed pictures you’d placed on his dresser, or the shoes and hair ties you’d purposely leave, all of it stayed in his room, always left untouched. Not to mention the fact alone that he went on to call your phone countless times just to hear your voicemail.

That day was also one of the first times he hadn’t come to visit you where you rested, and the guilt nearly ate him alive. It broke his mothers' heart to see her only child this way, and it hurt even more knowing she couldn’t console him and say everything would be alright when she herself didn’t even know if it was true.

So, he decided to close all of it off, not let it go and erase it, there was no erasing it. It was easier holding onto you now and pushing to move forward than hold onto the past of everything that’s happened. He knew all couples went through situations that would impact their relationship, but if strong enough they’d overcome it, that’s simply what’s happening now.

“It’s okay” he spoke, his voice hoarse as he stood up to look outside, seeing that it was getting late as the colors of the sky were drained. He turned to you, now sitting up on the bed remembering his plans for the night. Thankfully the two of you had eaten before arriving here, completing the easiest task before this one.

“Are you okay?” You asked, now getting out of the bed with caution as you made your way up to Katsuki, opening your arms to offer a hug. He cocked his head to the side before smirking at you, leaning over to embrace you before kissing your cheek.

“Did you pack a bathing suit? Got something I wanna show ya’.” He spoke, grinning at you as he pointed out the door, you only nodded to his question, curiosity now gnawing at your brain. “Go in the bathroom and put it on, I’ll wait for you.” He spoke cheerfully you only nodded awkwardly as you went to do so.

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You were currently walking blindfolded with Katsuki in front of you, or at least you hoped he was. He was holding your hand tightly as he walked slowly, ushering for you to not remove your blindfold. It was cold, and not just because you were wearing your two-piece bathing suit, but because of the cold air that blew from behind you. You could practically feel the goosebumps ridden all over your skin.

"Y'know I had planned this to be a hiking trip, but I didn't wanna take any risks with ya'." He spoke, now placing both of his hands on your shoulders and standing from behind you before removing your blindfolds. "So, we're choosing the safer option tonight." He finished, watching your reaction as you opened your eyes to see the hot springs in front of the two of you, and surprisingly vacant.

He had explained everything to you in order to calm some of your nerves down, this was simple and sweet, he had planned everything out since before the great battle, but the aftermath pushed back everything. Even so, when he woke up in the middle of the night to see a missed call from you and his other friends texting him about your status, he was quick to rebook his reservation and pay everything off late and let your parents know it early morning.

He was sure this was a perfect idea, it was safe, and the water was warm, of course it was safe, anywhere with him was safe. He too had never let go of your hand, only intertwining your fingers with one another as he smiled at you softly, pulling you deeper into the water until the warm waves clashed against your shoulders and his torso repetitively with your actions.

"You look so beautiful" was all he said, you smiled widely and looked off to the side, nodding as a 'thank you' and placing your hands on your arms crossing them before undoing it as your bathing suit strap loosened and fell. You were quick to toss it back over your shoulder properly before Katsuki took notice of it, raising a brow.

"Sorry, it's kind of loose on me, I haven't worn it in... a while." You hesitated, chewing on the inside of your cheeks as you thought back on everything. It wasn't surprising that in the time that had passed you'd lost weight, but even before hand you hadn't really liked speaking or boasting on your body, now it felt as if things were unfamiliar to you, and you weren't sure how to handle it.

"I'll fix the straps for ya, js' turn around." He spoke, positioning himself upright against one of the rocky walls behind the two of you. You only nodded and obliged, fixing yourself properly against him as you held onto the top of your bathing suit, looking away at anything to ease your mind of the tension that circled you two.

It was normal to have tension, you two were a couple, this is a couple thing. You took a deep breath, exhaling softly as you felt Katsuki's fingertips brush against your back and shoulders, adjusting your straps. He was gentle and his hands were warm, relieving you of the previous goosebumps you had. He had moved your tied hair to the side, gently placing his hand over your neck in a swift movement before lowering himself to kiss you on your upper shoulder, making you shudder slightly.

You gave in of course, being taken by surprise before but now relaxing a bit in his hold, he was quick to lower both hands now, embracing you from behind. You smiled to yourself softly as you closed your eyes and rested your head back on his chest, feeling him press a kiss on the top of your head before speaking.

"I missed you, a lot." He said, you chuckled a bit and shook your head at his words, feeling flattered he felt that way and that you were able to make him feel that way. Honestly if you were to travel back in time to you 10 years ago there was no way you would've expected to get this far with Katsuki, then again here the two of you are.

"Careful, your extra soft sweet spot is showing, thought you wanted everyone to know you're badass." You spoke with a smile, hearing him scoff at your joke as you laughed, he only held you tighter before speaking again.

"I feel more comfortable with you" he said with a sigh, making you frown slightly with sadness. You only turned to him and flashed a smile, letting the guilt that sat heavily in your chest die down as you brought your hands up to his face and caressed it.

"I'm not going anywhere, I swear it." You said sternly, nodding as you looked into his eyes, he only smiled and turned his head to the side, kissing your hand. Without any hesitation he leaned down to kiss you passionately, and you nearly immediately gave in, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him in deeper.

He was quick to respond, lowering his hands that were wrapped up around your back lower, underneath your bottom in a way to saddle you up. You jumped slightly and slowly, the water slowing your movements, but it was just enough to get you into his arms and up on him as the two of you continued to exchange kisses.

You were the first to pull away, locking eyes with him as you caught your breath, as he did his as he placed you down back into the water smoothly. You watched as he diverted his eyes, not wanting to make eye contact with you, you quickly followed his face and stood in front of him, smiling and nodding to him.

"Are you sure you're ready?" He asked, his face covered in worry and concern to what you two were speaking of, taking things to the next step. You replied back to him with a firm answer and nodding with a smile again, kissing his cheek as a way to calm him a bit.

Oh, and trust it definitely worked, because as of now he had you pinned against the rocky walls underneath him as your moans echoed in the corner against the warm waves bouncing between the two of you. Your arms were flapped over his shoulders as he kissed your face all over, kissing the corners of your mouth trying to get you to kiss him again as you were distracted, focusing on trying to make this moment last longer before your second orgasm of the night began to build up.

You were also attempting to be as quiet as possible; it wasn't easy when Katsuki was purposely trying to fish noises out of you, angling your hips higher to thrust into you over and over again, grunting into your ear. You were hot and sticky, and your heart felt as if it was bursting out of your chest from such a euphoric moment you haven't went through before.

You were unaware of how much time had passed by but honestly, you wish you could stop time itself just to stay in this moment. Katsuki was so sweet with you, practically babying you through your previous orgasm and doing the same this time, he was so full of passion like you've never seen before.

The pit of your stomach began to tighten again as you dug your fingernails into the sides of his arms and shoulders as he penetrated you, the faint sounds of your sticky flesh clapping against one another echoing against the rocky walls.

"Kats... slow down, I-"

"Easy, easy, you close? I got ya'" He cut off, kissing the side of your face quickly before reaching one of his hands down towards your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion against the water. Your moans grew louder, now clashing your head down against his collar bones feeling your head spin and the heat between your legs get worse.

It hadn't helped that you two were in the water, it had splashed against your clit and nipples numerous times and every time felt more overwhelming than the last. There it was, that heat getting higher and higher with the coil getting tighter and tighter in your abdomen, without a second thought you threw your head back, just an inch away from hitting the rock walls.

It was written all over your face how unstable you had become, how close you were, Katsuki could read it all over your face the same way you could see the same expression on his face. He looked so handsome to you, his eyes shut tight as if trying to concentrate on his own orgasm.

Wrong, he was focusing on holding it in, not wanting to reach his peak before you. He had already taken two breaks before to try and stop the buildup, but he was so tired, his body was giving out, he was certain he wasn't going to last a minute longer. He was right about that, because right after you reached your climax only a few seconds after he was quick to pull out of you, groaning loudly into your shoulder as his body jerked forward.

It had taken a while for the two of you to catch your breath, yours a little longer than Katsuki, making him worry somewhat before coming down from his high. There wasn't a moment shared afterwards between the two of you where there wasn't any skin-to-skin contact, and you loved it.

"Let's finish this night in the bedroom don't you think?"

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msdannyyy · 2 days ago

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NEIGHBOR IZUKU x CHUBBY READER

Ever since you moved next to Izuku's house 3 years ago he could not take his eyes off of you. both of you only had a single conversation thats a bit long and that was the day you moved in and you both exchange numbers. Izuku has always given you few glances anytime he could. you both don't see and talk to each other much now because of Izuku being a Pro-Hero. One day you receive a message from Izuku Izuku: "I can't wait to see you naked and put my cock inside that fat pussy tonight". 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! (English is not my first language so I'm sorry in advance if there's a lot of wrong grammar or misspelled words in the story, but I hope you guys enjoy<3)

You're a freelance artist, makeup artist, and you have a small business called 'Y/N CUTIE CROCHET' it is a small online business but it's enough for you to feed yourself, pay your bills, and others. You've been sitting in your room looking for a crochet inspo for your next project, but as all artists do they get distracted and waste their time watching tiktok or stuck in pinterest. You take a sip of your boba and suddenly you receive a message from your Pro-Hero neighbor Deku, you opened it and you cannot believe your eyes

Deku: I can't wait to see you naked and put my cock inside your fat pussy tonight.

You accidentally choked to the drink you've been drinking. before you can think of something to reply or process what you just read you hear a knock, you got up and went downstairs. You opened the door and there you see Pro-Heros Deku's face full of anxiety. "D-Deku what brings you here? and the message too? what's that all about? are you okay?" you ask "I-I'm fine, I came here to tell you that the message is meant to someone else" he says catching his breath "oh. well, it's fine Deku" you reassured the poor man, and you're also relief that it's not meant for you 'cuz you would absolutely don't know what to do, even if you have a crush on this man that's in front of you. you snapped out of your daydreaming and offer the man to come in "do you want something to drink?" you asked opening your refrigerator "water is fine" Izuku reply rubbing his face in embarrassment.

You hand him a glass of water and sat down on the empty sit in front of him "please don't tell anyone" Izuku said with pleading eyes. oh, poor man " I won't" he sighs in relief "thank you. Also, you're not mad at me?" he said with a hint of guilt in his voice "why would I be mad at you?" you asked tilting your head to the side a small smile appearing your face "we're just neighbors and your sex life is none of my business" you add. Izuku's face turns red to your responds, he wasn't expecting you to be so chill about it. "I just thought you'd be weirded out about it" he says still feeling guilty "It's fine really and it's normal. So do your own thing, text sexy stuff to others, do what you like, you deserve it haha" you said like you're a free spirit. Izuku can't help but chuckles to your responds and to your chill and fun attitude. "And you're not even gonna ask who I was talking to?" Izuku said. You looked at him confused "I mean I am curious but it's really not my business. Buuuuutttt if you want to tell me then why not? ehehe" you jokingly say.

Izuku grins "I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to laugh" you're taken aback, you could not believe Deku will tell you who's the girl he's been sleeping with. It kinda hurts your feelings 'cuz you do have a little crush with this man, but gossip is gossip, oh well. "I promise" you said crossing your heart. Izuku takes a deep breath "it was…you" he says the last part quietly that you almost didn't catch it. you thought you're hearing things, or you lack sleep, or you're just imagining things "huh?" that's the only word that came out of your mouth. Izuku covers his face with his palm embarrassed to the confession he made. There was a long pause until you finally spoke "but you said it was meant for SOMEONE ELSE" you said confused and you can feel your heart in your chest beating pretty fast. Izuku sees your confused expression and begone to get nervous again "I know… it's a bit confusing, isn't it? haha" he laughs nervously, he runs a hand through his hair, trying to figure out how to explain himself. "oh I see what's going on here" you said. Izuku looks "you do?" you nod "yes. you're only joking right? hahaha nice one but dont do it again haha" you try to laugh it off and pat his shoulder jokingly.

"I wish I was joking… but unfortunately, I'm not" he says and look at you with serious expression. 'this man is NOT joking' you thought. you don't know what to do or what to react, is this a confession? or a prank? you don't know. "are you really serious?" he looks at you meeting your eyes "Yes, I'm serious. I really didn't mean to send that to you. It was supposed to be a nice confession. I just type the first thing that came out of my mind" his message was so dirty. Questions began running through your head 'was he thinking something dirty about me?' 'is he out of his mind?' ' does he have feeling for me?' "D-Do you.. like me?" you asked Stuttering, heart beating so fast and loudly it could come out in your chest any second.

Izuku's heart skips a beat as you ask that question. He swallows hard trying to compose himself "I-…yes, I do. A lot actually" he finally admits it and covered his face again with his palm. There was a long pause until you decided to stand up and sit next to him. "I also have a c-confession to make" Izuku looks up at you and lock in with your eyes. his heart rate picks up even more " what is it? you can tell me anything" he said moving his body to face yours "I also l-like you" you confessed looking down to your hands. Izuku's eyes widen in surprise "you do? really?!" "Yes, a lot too… I don't have the courage to tell you before because I thought I'm not good enough for you"

He shakes his head disagreeing with your comment about yourself "no, don't say that. You're more than enough for me" he said caressing your face "are you sure?' you said with teary eyes, he nods taking your hand with his other hand to hold it. Izuku leaning closer to your face. Izuku's and Y/N's heart pounding in their chest. His eye locked with yours. You both feel the tension between you two growing stronger every passing second. Izuku can't take it anymore and smash his lips to yours. The kiss is slow and tender, filled with longing and love. You pull back to catch some air "god I've wanted to do that for a long time" Izuku said, Y/N blush and can't help but to rub her thick thighs together wondering what else Izuku wants to do to you, Izuku notices your movement and a smirk appears on his face "what are you doing love?" he asks, his voice low and teasing.

"N-Nothing" you reply, he chuckles softly, his hand moving from you cheek to your plum waist gently squeezing it and pulling you onto his lap and resting his hands on your thick thighs "you're not fooling me love. I can tell you're thinking about something…something.. naughty" Izuku tease "I'm n-not- ahh" he squeezes your thighs hard, he lets out a deep hum "I think you are. I can see the lust in your eyes" he leans and nibbles on your neck his breath is hot against your skin "you're making it so hard for me to control myself you know that?" you moan at the feeling. You two make out again and you can feel the tent in his pant growing more and more bigger, Izuku brush his clothed cock to your clothed fat cunt you both moan. Izuku couldn't take it anymore and stood up carrying you "D-Deku put me down! I'm Heavy" you panicked, you think you will hurt him. (Bitch please the man can carry a whole ass truck in 1 hand if he wants to, he's the No. 1 Pro-Hero for a reason) "heavy? baby you don't even weight half to the ones I lift during my workout" he says and went back to crush his lips to your preventing you to say otherwise.

He carries you to your room, his grip to your ass is firm and possessive. Once you arrived in your room, he immediately pins you on your bed, his hands roaming to your plum body gripping your love handles, he finally moves his hand under your shirt and squeeze you big juicy breast, you let out a moan "does it feel good? hmm? baby?" he asks between kisses "touch me down there too Deku" you said and he without hesitation remove all your clothing and spread your legs and rub you throbbing clit, you moan loudly so you try to cover your mouth, but Izuku quickly catch your hand "let me hear darling..and call me Izuku" he says rubbing your clit gently. Izuku loves what he is seeing right now. you in full display just for him, you opened your eyes and pout which made Izuku's dick throb even more, God you're so beautiful "no fair, you're still dressed" Izuku chuckles at your cute pout and began to undress his eyes never leaving yours which makes it so hot 'omg why is he so hot?' after he remove every piece of clothing he has, there he is all in glory his cock angry and his eyes hazy you can't help but bite your lips.

Izuku leans to your ear "I'm 'gonna make you feel so good you'd forget your name. 'gonna bury my cock inside that fat pussy of yours and fill them with my cum" he then kissed you hard and put two of his thick fingers in your pussy to prep you up "a-ah Izu. hmmm f-feels so...goods ah" izuku wants to drill you already with his dick but he has to wait and prepare you first, don't want his baby to get hurt now do we? you feel the familiar knot in in your stomach becoming undone, Izuku feels you tightening around his fingers, so he pulls out. You look at him with teary eyes "stop teasing Izu" Izuku chuckles "I'm gonna make you cum on my cock baby so don't worry" he positioned himself to your entrance giving you a look asking if you're ready, you nod. He pushes it in stretching you out completely making you gasp. Once he's completely in he lets you adjust first and giving your neck sweet kisses, after a few minutes you signals him to move.

and oh god it feels so good, you tried to hide your moans again Izuku stops you, eyes filled with desires "let me hear those dirty noises you make. If you keep hiding, I'm gonna punish you" his eyes darken, he began to thrust harder and deeper causing you to scream "ahh I-Izu s'good ahhh!" Izuku loving the noise, loving the way your body jiggles every thrust he make, and loving the fucked-up face you're making. Oh you're so beautiful, so pretty, izuku thought. You feel the familiar knot again and Izuku feeling you tightening so he lifts you up from your bed and pin you to the wall, right now you can't think of anything else, you're mind blank, too fucked to think. "are you gonna come baby? hmmm? are you gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock hmm?" your pussy getting tighter making Izuku to gasp and making him close to his orgasm.

"Gonna cum Izu....ah!" Izuku groan "m-me too pretty girl ah, gonna cum in your pussy" "Izu ah..Gon-na C-Cum hmmphh!" after a few hard thrusts you both came hard. Izuku filling your pussy with his cum. Both of you trying to catch your breath, good thing Izuku is carrying you cuz you really don't have the strength to even stand. Izuku put you back to your bed and went to the bathroom to get some towel to clean you off, after he clean himself too before grabbing you a glass of water "here baby drink up" Izuku offered, you sit up you feel pain in your back and you wince. You put the glass to your side table. Izuku lay next to you and pull you in his big arms for you to rest your head, Izuku kissed your forehead and you both fall sleep cuddling.

END...

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jazzy96scorpio · 1 day ago

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A Spark in the Darkness

The End.

Chapter 8 * Finding Home Again

Description: A difficult choice is made to protect Ellie, leading to a new life in Jackson. You and Joel spent lot of time showing love to each other. And that actions will have consequences 😅

Pairing: You / Joel Miller Word Count: 2885 🫣

Warnings ⚠️ : adult content, mention on violence, killing, sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, fluff, cream pie, SMUT.

As you approached the city, the Fireflies' location drawing ever closer, a sense of shared excitement filled the air.

"We're gettin' close," Joel said, a hint of relief in his voice.

"Hospital that way," you pointed.

"May be the one we're lookin' for," Joel agreed.

"Got it," Ellie confirmed.

Joel then changed the subject slightly. "They had a guitar in that RV," he mused. "It was all smashed up, but it got me thinkin', maybe I should find one. I haven't played in forever."

He paused, then looked at Ellie. "In fact, I was thinkin' maybe I could teach you."

"I bet you'd be great at it," you encouraged Ellie.

"Do you wanna learn how to play guitar?" Joel asked her.

"Oh, yeah," Ellie replied, her eyes lighting up. "That'd be great."

"Well, you two can play," you chimed in, "and I'm gonna sing… I always loved to sing with my mom."

"Of course, darlin'," Joel said, a warm smile gracing his lips. "I would love to hear your singing. Maybe we could even do some… duets." He hugged you and kissed you on the cheek.

Ellie rolled her eyes playfully. "Ugh, you guys are so corny," she teased. "It's kinda cute, I guess. Like, apocalypse-cute."

Joel chuckled. "We should cut through that building to get around that stuff," he suggested, pointing towards a nearby structure. "Find the skyscraper, go up and look around."

You and Ellie agreed. As you made your way through the building, Ellie spotted a giraffe. Her face lit up with pure joy, and she giggled as she fed it, the sight bringing a smile to Joel's face as well.

Later, as you were crossing the street, deep in conversation, a group of Firefly soldiers suddenly appeared throwing a smoke bomb. Before anyone could react, they grabbed Ellie and you, knocking Joel unconscious too.

Joel woke up in hospital room. His head throbbed, a dull ache resonating behind his eyes. Marlene stood nearby.

"Welcome to the Fireflies," she said, her voice even. "Easy. You got hit pretty hard. The patrol didn’t know who you were."

"Where’s Ellie and [Y/N]?" Joel demanded, his voice rough and strained.

"Ellie's not hurt," Marlene replied. "Not even a scratch. And [Y/N] is fine, she’s mostly worried about you."

Relief washed over Joel, but it was quickly replaced by a fresh wave of panic. "Where is she?" he asked, his voice laced with urgency.

Marlene hesitated, her gaze dropping for a moment before meeting his again. She then explained that the doctors were preparing Ellie for surgery. A procedure, she clarified, intended to produce a cure. But the the procedure, Marlene said, would kill her.

Joel's was furious. He was going to lose her, he could feel it in his bones. "No," he growled, his voice raw with desperation. "No, you take me to her. You take me to her right now!

Please… you don’t understand."

Marlene’s expression was unyielding. "We need to do it," she repeated, her voice flat.

Marlene gave an order, and two Firefly soldiers moved to escort Joel away. On the way out he fought back with a ferocity born of love and fear, a whirlwind of desperate strength. He killed them both and every soldier that came on his way. And then he began to search.

He found you tied up in a small, bare room, your face pale and drawn.

He rushed to you, hugging you so tight. He cupped your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice trembling.

You nodded, tears streaming down your face. "Joel… Ellie… we need to save her… I didn't know, I swear…" you sobbed. "Marlene lied to me… she told me they were only going to do tests on her… that they wouldn't hurt her."

"Darlin', I believe you," Joel said, his voice soft but firm. "Let's save our girl." He freed your hands and handed you a gun, his eyes filled with determination.

Together, you made your way to the surgeon's room. As you burst through the door, the scene that greeted you was like a punch to the gut. Ellie lay on the operating table, prepped for surgery.

"Unhook her," Joel ordered, his voice a low growl.

"How did you get in here?" the surgeon stammered, his eyes wide with shock.

"I said, unhook her!" Joel roared, his gun now pointed directly at the surgeon.

"Joel, please don't," you pleaded, your voice trembling. "Too many people have died already…Please don't… let's just take Ellie and go."

The surgeon, holding a scalpel, stepped forward. "I won’t let you take her," he said, his voice shaking but resolute.

"Leave right now!" he yelled at you, threatening you.

You lunged at the doctor, knocking the scalpel from his hand and striking him in the head with your gun. He crumpled to the floor.

"She's just a kid," you yelled, your voice filled with a righteous fury.

He begged for his life.

"I won't kill you," you said, then shot him in the right hand. He screamed in agony.

Joel was already at the table, he scooped Ellie up into his arms.

As you turned to leave the building, Marlene stopped you, her gun aimed directly at you and Joel.

"There's still time to find a cure," she said, her voice tight. "Because she lives in a broken world that you could have saved."

"Maybe," Joel replied, his voice flat. "But it isn’t for you to decide."

"Or you," Marlene countered. "So what would she decide, huh? ‘Cause I think she’d wanna do what’s right. And you know it. It’s not too late."

"She's just a kid," you interrupted her, your voice rising with anger. "And I don't think you would use this cure to save the world, Marlene. You fucking lied to me. You only want this for yourself. Am I right? You wanna be a savior, or like some new president of a new world order with the cure in your hands…You don't give a shit about other people, or her."

Marlene was silent, your words hitting their mark. Her face betrayed the truth of your accusation.

She raised her gun, aiming at you. But Joel was faster. He fired first.

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You left the hospital, feeling awful. In the truck, with Ellie still asleep, you talked quietly with Joel.

"She will one day find out the truth, Joel," you said, your voice heavy with worry. "I hope she'll forgive us… She's just too young. She deserves a choice, at least…"

Joel looked at you, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions. "I know this was selfish," he admitted, his voice rough. "But we love her… she knows that… I can't lose her… not again."

You reached out and took his hand, squeezing it tight. "We won't," you said, your voice firm. "We will protect her."

When Ellie woke up, you and Joel lied. You told her the Fireflies found other immune people but couldn't make a cure.

On the way to Jackson, Ellie felt guilty for surviving. She made you both promise the story about the Fireflies was true. She said she believed you, but you could tell she still had doubts.

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You arrived in Jackson to a warm welcome from Tommy and Maria. They were genuinely happy to have you back. That night, you returned to your house, a sense of normalcy settling over you. After a hot shower and a comforting meal, it felt like you could finally breathe again.

Ellie asked to see her friend Dina, and Joel readily agreed.

Later that evening, you and Joel sat alone on the porch, gazing up at the star-studded sky. You held his hand, "I've never been happier in my life," you whispered,"I wish this could last forever."

Joel turned to you, he leaned in and kissed you softly, a lingering kiss that spoke volumes of his love.

"Forever's a mighty long time, darlin'," he murmured "But I'm gonna spend every second of it makin' you happy."

"And you do," you whispered back, your heart overflowing with love for this man. "You make me happier than I ever thought possible."

He looked at your hand in his, his touch gentle yet possessive. "Let's go, darlin'," he said, his voice husky with desire. "I need you so damn much."

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The bedroom door clicked shut, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet. You turned to Joel, his eyes already burning with anticipation. He reached for you, his touch possessive, pulling you into a deep, hungry kiss. His hands roamed your body, taking off your clothes. He then gently pushed you back towards the bed, his gaze never leaving yours.

He knelt before you, his eyes filled with a lust. He slowly sank to his knees, his hands tracing the inside of your thighs, "Darlin'," he murmured, his voice rough with desire, "you're gonna scream for me tonight."

He lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to tease you, then finally capturing your clit. You gasped, a jolt of pure pleasure shooting through you. He devoured you, his mouth a furnace of heat and hunger, his tongue a master craftsman, teasing and tantalizing you until you moaned his name. "Joel…" you breathed, your body starting to tremble.

"Yeah, baby?" he growled

"Tell me what you want. Tell me how good it feels."

You arched your back, offering yourself to him more fully. "More… I want more… fuck, Joel, I'm gonna…"

And then you did. A wave of pure ecstasy washed over you, your body trembling as you came, his name echoing through the room. He continued his licking, his tongue relentless, savoring your sweetness.

"Mmm, that's it, sweetheart," he murmured against your skin. "So fucking good… you're so wet for me… so ready… gonna make you come again and again."

He finally pulled back, his eyes burning with a possessive fire. He stood up, his gaze locked on yours, and shed the rest of his clothes. His cock was hard and throbbing, a testament to his desire.

He climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing down on you, making you arch towards him.

"You're mine, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice rough and dominant. "Gonna fill you up tonight… gonna fill you 'til you're beggin' me to stop… but I ain't gonna stop."

He entered you slowly, deliberately, each thrust a testament to his power and control. "Oh, darlin'," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer. "You're so tight… you were made for my cock....made to be fucked by me."

He began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hands roamed your body, your breasts, your ass, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

The rhythm intensified, the world fading away as you became lost in the moment. His thrusts were deep and powerful.

You leaned forward, kissing him fiercely, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"I love you," he gasped, his breath catching in his throat. "I'm gonna give you every last drop of me… gonna fill you up so full you can't take anymore… and then I'm gonna fill you up again.."

"I love you too," you replied, your voice trembling with emotion. "Fuck yes...I want it so bad..."

"I'm close," he groaned, his body tensing.

With a final, powerful thrust, he lifted you slightly, his hands gripping your waist, holding you suspended above him. He roared as he came, his hot cum erupting inside you, filling you completely. He pulled back slightly, watching you as the waves of pleasure washed over your face, a possessive gleam in his eyes. "Damn, darlin'," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Look at you… all fucked and filled… you're so beautiful… you're all mine" You collapsed against him, your bodies intertwined, your breathing heavy.

You fall asleep in his arms.

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You stirred in your sleep, feeling Joel shift beside you. He kissed you softly, a gentle nudge that wakes you up.

"Mornin', darlin'," he murmured, "Want somethin'?"

"Just a glass of water," you mumbled, your voice still heavy with sleep.

He slipped out of bed and returned a moment later with a glass. After you drank, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He then began to kiss you, his touch gentle at first, then growing more insistent, more demanding. You responded in kind, your own desire rekindled by his touch.

You climbed on top of him, your body flush against his. You kissed him deeply then trailed your kisses down his chest, teasing and licking his nipples until he groaned. Lowering yourself further, you took his huge cock in your mouth, your lips and tongue working their magic, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from him. "Oh, darlin'," he breathed, his hands tangling in your hair. "You're gonna drive me wild…"

You straddled him, your hips settling against his. He cupped your breasts, squeezing them gently as you began to move, riding him with a slow, sensual rhythm.

"I want you to come on me," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Want to feel you shiver and shake… want to see your eyes roll back.."

"Fuck, Joel," you gasped, your movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. "I'm so close… I'm gonna…"

And then you did. Your body trembling as you reached your peak, your cries of pleasure mingling with his groans.

He lifted you onto the bed, then flipped you onto your stomach.

"Now, it's my turn to show you what you've done to me." He positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips, lifting your ass towards him. "Gonna fuck you 'til you can't stand…"

He slapped your ass hard, the sound echoing through the room, making you moan "Damn, darlin'," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "You've been a bad girl… you need to be punished… and I'm just the man to do it."

He entered you with a powerful thrust, his cock filling you completely. His movements were hard, demanding, each one pushing you closer to the edge. He squeezed your butt cheeks, his fingers digging into your flesh, making you moan and writhe beneath him.

"Oh, Joel… FFUUUCK… yes," you gasped.

"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take it…take every inch of me… you're gonna be sore today darlin'… but you're gonna love every minute of it."

As you reached your peak again he came at the same time, his hot cum erupting deep inside you, filling you completely. He pulled back slightly, watching your pussy. All your fluids mixed together, dripping down your thighs. "Damn, darlin'," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Soo beautiful...and that's my cum all over you…marking you….making sure everyone knows you belong to me."

He then kissed you gently, his touch tender and loving. "I love you," he whispered, his voice soft.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart overflowing with love for this man who could be both so rough and so gentle.

Later, you showered together, the water washing away the remnants of your passion, leaving only the lingering warmth of his love.

💓

The weeks that followed were a peaceful respite in Jackson. You and Joel settled into a comfortable routine. He worked alongside Tommy on construction projects, and you joined him on patrols, your bond strengthening with each shared experience. One day, Joel was working with Tommy at the barn when Ellie came running towards him, gasping for air. "Joel…" she cried, her voice panicked. "She's not okay… she needs you…"

Joel's face paled, his eyes filled with alarm. "What? Where is she?" he demanded.

"At home…" Ellie managed to say between breaths. "I think she needs a doctor."

Joel and Tommy immediately rushed back to the house, they called for the settlement's doctor. Joel burst through the door, his eyes searching for you. He found you in the bathroom, leaning over the toilet, your face pale and drawn.

"Please… don't come closer," you whispered, your voice weak. "I look awful…"

Ignoring your plea, he rushed to your side, gently helping you up. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "What happened?"

"Nothing… it's just…" you stammered, unable to articulate the words.

Just then, the doctor arrived. "Joel," she said, her voice professional, "I need to be alone with her to check on her."

After a examination, the doctor emerged from the room. "She just needs rest," she told Joel and Ellie, offering a kind smile. "She'll be fine."

Later, you and Joel sat together in the kitchen. He was still visibly worried, his touch gentle and solicitous. You were scared, the news you carried weighing heavily on your heart. You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves. "Joel," you began, your voice trembling slightly, "I'm… I'm pregnant."

A huge smile spread across his face, transforming his worried expression into one of pure joy.

He reached for you, pulling you into a tender embrace. "Darlin'," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He kissed you softly, a kiss filled with love and wonder. "That's… that's incredible."

"I'm scared," you confessed, tears welling up in your eyes.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours. "I'm scared too," he admitted, his voice honest and vulnerable. "But we'll do this together. I'll be here for you… for both of you. I promise.

💝👶

Months passed in a blur of joy and anticipation. Joel and Ellie were incredibly supportive, their love and excitement growing with each passing day. Then, the day arrived. Labor began, and Joel was a so nervous. You'd never seen him so panicked, so openly afraid.

Hours stretched into an eternity. Finally, after what felt like an endless struggle, you gave birth to a baby boy. The moment you held him in your arms, all the pain and fear melted away, replaced by an overwhelming surge of love. You looked at Joel, and your heart swelled. He was beaming, his eyes shining with tears of joy. The sight of him holding your son was breathtaking. His huge hands, so strong and capable, cupped the baby's tiny head with the utmost gentleness. It was a picture of pure, unconditional love.

"He's perfect," Joel whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He looked at you, his eyes filled with adoration. "You're incredible, darlin'. You're the strongest woman I know."

"He has your eyes," you murmured, your own eyes brimming with tears.

"And your stubbornness," Joel chuckled, his voice filled with pride. He kissed you softly, his lips lingering on yours. "I love you both so much," he whispered. "More than anything in the world."

"We love you too, Daddy," you replied, your heart overflowing with love for this man and the beautiful family you had created together. This moment, this perfect moment, was everything you had ever wanted.

Months flew by, and life in Jackson settled into a comfortable rhythm. Ellie, eventually, figured out what really happened back at the Fireflies' hospital. It wasn't easy, and there were some tough conversations, but in the end, she understood. She saw the love, the fear, the crazy, protective instincts that drove you and Joel. And, like family does, she forgave. Plus, she was totally smitten with her baby brother.

One night, you were finally getting a hot shower (bliss!), and Ellie was on baby duty. Joel came home from work, tired but happy. The little guy was being fussy, you could hear him fussing from the bathroom. But then Joel started talking to him, that low, gentle voice he used just for the baby, and he quieted right down. "Hey there, squirt," Joel murmured. "Daddy's home. You're gonna be okay."

When you came out, the sight was pure gold. It was bedtime. Joel was sitting on the edge of the bed, guitar in hand, strumming a soft tune. Ellie was in chair, listening, totally relaxed. You sank into your rocking chair, the baby snuggled in your arms, and started to sing along.

Your voice, soft and warm, blended with the gentle strumming of the guitar, creating a sweet, comforting harmony. Baby drifted off to sleep, lulled by the familiar sounds of his family. As the music faded, a comfortable silence settled over the room. This was it. This was your life now. It wasn't perfect, it was messy and complicated, and sometimes it was still haunted by the shadows of the past. But it was real. It was yours. And as you looked at the people you loved most in the world, you knew that you wouldn't trade it for anything. This was your happy ending. It was hard-earned, and it was precious. And it was just the beginning.

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Chapter 7

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FROST MELODY | G.A

I really enjoyed writing this, it's something simple and cute. I listened to tiwfl on loop and some vintage classics while writing, like the cranberries, in case you want something that matches the vibe...

𓍼 WORD COUNT: 2626

𓍼 SUMMARY: you and gracie spending time in the studio producing cedar

𓍼 WARNINGS: fluff

the sky is partly cloudy as you walk through crowded streets of new york. the ground is covered in dry leaves thanks to autumn, and you might even hear them crunching underfoot if it weren’t for the blaring car horns around you.

your destination is the a train line, which connects harlem to your neighborhood. you walk slowly, watching people come and go, soaking in the calm of a saturday afternoon. along the way, a few men in suits talk rapidly on their phones, looking rushed as they pass by— a typical east side sight.

the station isn’t far, and the distant sound of the subway blends with the city’s constant noise. you reach the entrance to the platform, glancing at the tracks that will soon fill up, but you don’t go in. the plan is simple: pick up your girlfriend and head back to the studio.

after the huge success of your last album, you managed to save up enough money to buy a space to produce your music somewhere other than your bedroom.

and to make things even better, recently, both you and gracie received an offer to compose music for screen projects. so, although the studio was mostly an excuse to spend more intimate time with gracie, today would be different.

you're pulled from your thoughts when you see a long-haired woman climbing the stairs, looking around in confusion.

"hey," you say as she approaches, not even noticing you there.

"you scared me," gracie says with a shy smile. "i didn’t even see you."

"i noticed," you smile softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. the taste of cherry lipstick mixed with her own never fails to be perfect.

"we need to talk about you walking around new york like this—it’s dangerous," you tease as you pull away, and she intertwines her fingers with yours.

"hm, no, we really don’t." her cheeks are slightly flushed, and you can’t tell if it’s from the cold or the kiss. the two of you start walking back the way you came—autumn leaves, car horns, hurried men. "i have you, i don’t need anything else."

your own cheeks warm slightly. even though your relationship isn’t new, gracie always manages to catch you off guard.

"a little too dependent, don’t you think?"

"i call it love."

a soft giggle escapes your lips, a melody only abrams gets to hear. "you’re impossible."

…

after almost eight minutes of walking, you arrive at the studio—or at least what you insist on calling a studio. in reality, it’s a small apartment on 59th street near central park, but it has everything you need: good equipment, a comfortable couch, and it's right next to the best donut shop on the east side.

gracie takes off her coat and hangs it on the rack by the door. she throws herself onto the large couch against the wall with a sigh of relief. the soft evening light filters through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. "so, i was thinking we could help each other," She says in her usual calm voice.

"hm?" you murmur, still focused on turning on the computer, adjusting the mixer, and setting the air conditioning.

"help each other," she crosses her legs on the couch, her expression light, almost playful

you slowly turn in your swivel chair, now paying attention to her. "i thought we were already going to do that."

"yeah, i mean, we are." she sits up, a little more serious now. "but i was thinking we could do more—like… you could do backing vocals for my song, and i could do the same for yours. if you want, of course."

your expression turns thoughtful for a moment, gaze softening as you weigh the idea. "I like it, but are you sure? That means a lot of paperwork, credits, and stuff."

gracie nods, her expression gentle and reassuring. she always has this way of calming you down with a simple gesture. "i'm ready to deal with that."

you smile, feeling lighter, and nod before turning back to the equipment. the space feels comfortable, like a secret garden, and her presence makes it even more welcoming.

later, daylight fades into shadows, making it necessary to turn on the led strip in the corner of the studio. gracie sits at the keyboard, playing the same notes repeatedly, experimenting with small variations.

she plays a progression, then hums softly, testing. her voice fills the space with a melancholic sweetness.

"it's impossible to acclimate every time we talk, we understate…”

a familiar shiver runs up your arms. it’s always like this when gracie sings—there’s something in her voice that cuts deep, like light rain on a cold day, mixed with the warmth of blankets.

she stops, frowning. "the chorus still doesn't fit. i want the melody to be different from the first one, something that builds up emotion for the second verse."

you lean back in your chair, reaching for the guitar beside you, letting your fingers glide over the strings slowly, repeating the intro melody. "how about this?" then, start a slightly faster rhythm, capturing the tension of the lyrics.

gracie watches you, then mirrors the melody on the keyboard, adjusting it to her tone. "this… this could work," she murmurs, focused. her eyes shine the way they always do when she finds something that musically makes sense. "can you do it again? but with the rest of the lyrics?"

a subtle smile forms on your lips, a quiet sense of pride settling in. "of course." you place her journal in front of the monitor, strumming the guitar again, this time accompanied by gracie on the keyboard.

"it's impossible to acclimate every time we talk, we understate how we know we both could die, we both could die but you told me that you felt the same when i told you how i needed space but i think it was a lie, it was a lie…”

as soon as you finish, you glance at her, feeling a little nervous about her reaction. You’ve spent countless nights on calls writing silly songs together, most of which end up discarded, but this is the first time you actually change something of hers.

"okay, that was good," she says, her smile widening.

you chuckle softly, tilting your head to the side out of habit. "i think we’ve got something."

"i love doing this with you." eyes warm, the kind that crinkle just slightly at the corners.

"me too, babe."

the next few hours pass in silence, filled with experiments, note adjustments, and timing tweaks. despite working together, both of you are used to creating alone—there’s no denying that.

when it’s no longer possible to stay inside your own head, the recording begins. gracie steps into the booth, separated from the production room by a large glass panel. from your side, among the equipment, you watch her position herself in front of the microphone.

gracie sings, you record. she sings again, you re-record. when she misses a note, she laughs, and you just throw your head back, laughing with her. adjustments are made—a section cut here, another repeated there. the cycle continues, unhurried, until you’re both satisfied.

"okay, just one more time," she says, snapping her fingers as if that might somehow improve her performance.

"love, i’m not saying this just because i’m your girlfriend, but you already sound incredible," you speak into the microphone, holding the button that activates it.

"y/n."

"you’re the boss."

when you can finally say the song is almost ready, you both pause. you stretch your arms above your head while gracie massages her face.

"want to come take a look?"

"definitely."

she steps out of the booth excited, and without hesitation sits on your lap. you wrap your arms around her and press a light kiss to her shoulder. when gracie hits play, the song named Cedar begins to play.

first the keyboard. something calm, classical. then, her voice emerges. the introduction is delicate, the chorus melancholic, and, as intended, the bridge brings tension and anxiety—an intense mix of instruments. her head moves subtly to the rhythm, and fingers mimicking the keys, as if the music is flowing through her.

"fuck," she whispers when the bridge falls perfectly into the third verse.

the song ends, leaving you both in silence. but it only lasts a few seconds before gracie lets out a long sigh.

"it’s good," she says, almost as if convincing herself.

"good?" you raise an eyebrow.

she shifts in your lap, still looking at the screen, analyzing every second of the song on the software’s timeline. "i don’t know… maybe the bridge needs something more. like, a soft choir in the background? something to build it up a bit?"

you press your lips together, thoughtful, and rewind a few seconds. the bridge plays again, and now you try to listen more carefully, searching for empty spaces.

"maybe some subtle vocals, just to add texture." she says, now looking at you, waiting for consent.

"that’s exactly what i was going to say."

gracie gives a satisfied smile and gets up from your lap, stretching her arms. "okay, last thing for the night, i promise."

"empty promises, abrams."

she giggles and heads back into the booth, adjusting her headphones. "i’ll do a few layers, and then you tell me which works best."

her voice fills the studio once again, now in soft fragments. melodic whispers, discreet harmonies layering until the sound gains more depth. you adjust the volumes, test combinations, and when you finally find the right balance, you look at gracie through the glass.

"now we got it," she says, satisfied.

you hit play once more. the bridge now has new depth, and the transition into the third verse feels more intense, almost cinematic.

gracie leans against the glass, resting her forehead on it, her eyes half-closed with exhaustion.

"now we got it," you repeat, this time with more conviction.

noticing how tired she is, you take off your headphones and stand up, crossing the room to where she is. "why don’t you sit on the couch for a bit? i’ll order something from that donut place, and we can listen a few more times to make sure it’s how we want it."

she sighs and moves away from the glass, but instead of heading straight for the couch, she walks toward you. gracie wraps her arms around you, burying her face in your neck. "i love you, you know?"

you chuckle softly, sliding your hands down her back. "i love you too, baby."

and that’s that. gracie throws herself onto the couch, resting her legs over your lap while you pick the flavors. in the end, you settle on a deal: two savory donuts, two sweet, matcha for her and black coffee for you.

when you return with the food, she’s listening to the song again—not a surprise. gracie always revisits everything a thousand times before considering it done.

"fresh food," you announce, balancing the bags in your hands.

she looks up intrigued, a small smile playing on her lips. "hmm, smells good." then, she gets comfortable on the couch, ready to eat.

you settle in together, gracie resting her head on your shoulder while you gaze out the window. from your building you can see the famous wollman rink among the trees of central park. however, it is not yet an ice rink, but rather a large space under assembly, covered in scaffolding and trolleys.

as you devour the donuts in silence, you remember something—a bit of news you’ve been meaning to share with your girlfriend. after all, whenever she had good gossip, you were always the first to know. "you know towa?"

"your guitarist friend? the one who looks like conan?"

you snicker, shaking your head. "yeah, her." your arm stretches to grab your coffee. "so, guess who she’s been involved with?"

gracie pauses, furrowing her brows in thought. "who?"

"reneé."

she pulls away from your shoulder, looking at you, confused. "reneé? our reneé?"

you nod, confirming, and take a sip of your coffee. "yep, reneé herself told me."

"you’re serious? them?"

"uh-huh."

abrams’ eyes widen as she stares at you for a few seconds, processing the information. "omg… they have been kinda glued together lately, huh?" she says with a mischievous little laugh.

"right? that’s what i said, but she just kept denying it."

"now that you mention it, it makes sense. they were always together, but i just thought it was a friend thing, you know?"

"like us?" you tease with a smirk.

gracie shoots you a glare and lightly smacks your thigh. "don’t be ridiculous."

"ouch, i was just kidding."

after the food break, gracie stays on the couch but gets even more comfortable. you drape a light blanket over her and turn up the heat a little to help her relax.

meanwhile, you stay at the computer, listening to the song over and over, adjusting parts, removing noise, fixing small mistakes… and when it’s already two in the morning, you glance back and find gracie sleeping like a baby.

seeing her so peaceful, you allow yourself to relax too, taking off your headphones and stretching. after saving everything, you kneel in front of her, your thumb brushing through her soft hair. "hey, baby," you whisper.

she doesn’t respond, as always, so you press a light kiss to her forehead, your hand trailing to the nape of her neck. gracie usually sleeps deeply, but luckily, you already know how to wake her up.

you’ve learned that whispering in her ear never works—it just startles her and sometimes even annoys her. so instead, you keep running your fingers gently through her hair, leaving soft kisses on her forehead, waiting for her to stir.

"hm…" she mumbles, eyes slowly fluttering open. "what time is it?"

"two twenty-seven."

gracie’s eyes widen in the most adorably startled way. "oh my god."

you chuckle. "i already packed everything and called a cab. we just need to head down."

she sighs, still groggy, but gets up. another session wrapped up.

…

back home, after a warm shower, you and gracie lay together under the blankets. her fingers draw circles on your bare chest, head resting on your arm. "thank you for today, for everything, really. you weren’t just a great friend and girlfriend, but also a producer."

one of your arms is under your neck, the other on her waist beneath her shirt. "you're welcome, my love. you know you can always count on me, for anything."

"i know," she murmurs, running her fingers up your neck, making makes you shiver. "but you put up with me being such a annoying coworker."

you let out a chuckle, then lean in to give her a small kiss on the nose. "i think being your girlfriend helped a lot."

"hey!" she scolds playfully, but you both giggle.

"i love you, like, really love you. love, love."

"hmm, seriously?" gracie moves closer, rubbing her nose against yours in an eskimo kiss. "i love you too, babe. like, love, love."

with a goofy smile, you close the distance between you, your lips meeting hers in a slow, warm kiss. the taste of mint and something citrusy blends with the soft touch, while gracie's fingers slide to your neck, gently tugging at your hair.

when you pull apart, you exchange a knowing look, and in a silent agreement to rest, she snuggles into your neck. your legs intertwine out of habit, and you plant a soft kiss on her forehead before closing your eyes to drift off to sleep.

definitely my favorite writing of all, loves that vibe of doing daily things together, showing affection with acts of service and stuff. I can write a part two recording y/n's song, so let me know if you're interested. I plan on posting more stuff this weekend so dw...

thanks for reading <3

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