#Tommy X reader

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Uhmmm… Waking Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur and Quackity with a morning blowjob Please?

YAYYYYYY

Tommy, Wilbur (x gn! Reader), Tubbo x Male! Reader. SEPARATE!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Tommy

It was late, Tommy was so tired the last day he didn't want to wake up. He asked for five more minutes, which you have him. You spend so much time on your phone, laying next to him in the bed because he can't sleep without holding you close. It was already time for him to wake up, so you had an idea. It was risky, and he would probably get mad, but it was worth the shot. You got under the blankets, pulling his pants down and softly holding his length. You stroke him slowly, going gently before taking it on your mouth. Suddenly, he woke up. He didn't move or complain. He just opened his eyes and looked at you. He wanted it. His dick was getting hard inside your mouth, which feels funny.

"You.." Tom closes his eyes and punches the pillow. He whimpers a little too loud, crying a little. "Why would you do that?" He rolls his eyes and grabs your hair. He was so sensitive that he couldn't handle an easy morning blowjob. He doesn't even move, he don't want to ruin the moment. Your mouth feels so good around his cock, you take him so well. Tommy takes a moment before smiling and caressing your head. He relaxes and giggles, leaking pre-cum on your mouth.

He sniffs and lays his head back. He was so in love with this situation, your mouth, your eyes.. he could live like this forever. You between his thighs and his hand grabbing your hair. Tommy is so easy for you. He doesn't care if it's non-con. He just wants to release himself on your mouth. He doesn't take long to cum, his shots on your throat as you get up. Tom is looking at you with a dumb smile. He sings for you to come closer, and suddenly, he kisses you.

"You should do this more often." That's the only thing he says before getting up from the bed and walking to the bathroom. He signs for you to come along, giving you another kiss before he starts to brush his teeth. He's playful, looking at you with love and interest. Tom loves to do anything with you close to him, even if it's his morning hygiene. He doesn't take his hands out of you, one of them around your hips as he brushes his teeth quickly so he can kiss you again.

Wilbur

He was being such a crybaby in the last days, always complaining about how he doesn't have time to pay attention to you and how he wants to have more dates and do real sex instead of quickies and blowjobs under his desk. Wilbur also talks a lot about his bandmates and his concerts, which is the reason why they are at his place today. He doesn't want you to think he doesn't love you anymore. You had one hour until he woke up. His clock was set for 7am, and it was currently 06:15. He had a boner and he was spinning in the bed, going to left and to the right nonstop. You were tired of it, so you grabbed his hips and pulled down his sweatpants. He looks so big wearing it. It should be a crime for him to use it.

You took him on your hand, biting your lip as you did. You were getting horny and impatient. He bucks his waist a little, which causes you to grab him a little tighter. Without waiting, you take it on your mouth. The best you can take is the middle of it. Will was slowly waking up, but he couldn't deny how good it felt. He moves during his sleep, forcing himself on your mouth. It hits your throat, but instead of taking it off, you keep going. Wilbur opens his eyes lazily, he looks down and see you taking his cock on your mouth. He doesn't react, only closing his eyes again and smiling.

"Sweetheart?" Wilbur whispers, he looks at you with passion. He puts his hand on his mouth, avoiding a moan to come out. He doesn't like to be vocal, especially in the morning and in a day where his bandmates were in the room next to them. He nods for you to keep going, his free hand on your hair, carefully pushing your head so you can take more of him. He smiles at you when he feels in control of the situation again. He takes his cock out of your mouth, slapping it on your cheeks.

Will make you come closer to him. He wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. He puts your underwear to the side and goes slowly inside you. He loves this feeling, your tight walls around his cock, making him so sensitive and soft. Wilbur bites your neck, still trying to be quiet. He puts his hand on your mouth at this time. He knows he will have to take care of the noises you make at this time. He looks at the door, searching for any sign of the boys waking up, but they don't.

Quackity

It's been a while since you both didn't have sex. Quackity was always busy with his new projects and his new friends. He's been tired, sleeping late at night and waking up at 3 pm. He never talks to you or gives you a hug like he used to. He only sits on his office and works on his computer. It's stressful. He only gets out of the office to eat, and then he comes back, not even saying hello to you. Today, he's sleeping like a rock. It was at past midnight when he went to bed, and he wouldn't move or talk like he used to. He was sleeping with a lazy shirt on and just his boxers, which is hot and makes you feel a little horny. You sat on the bed and got between his legs, pulling his underwear down and taking him on your hand.

He quickly got hard, and you took him on your mouth. Just the tip, teasing his sensitive area. You lick it, and suddenly he moves, waking up and looking at you with confusion. It takes him a while till he understands what is happening, but then he yawns and sits next to you. He makes you sit on his lap, wrapping his own hand around his cock and stroking it. Quackity kisses you, some morning sloppy kisses before he asks you to go suck his dick again.

"Stupid, you should wait until I wake up. It's not that hard to don't harass me while I sleep." Alex smiles. He was teasing you. He always loved it when you did this to him, even tho he likes sleeping until it's late. He's not really a morning person. "Mi amor, slow down, I'm not going anywhere." He moans, his dick feeling comfortable on your tight, warm mouth. He never stops with the nicknames on Spanish. It's his biggest kink. If you talk to him on Spanish, he will certainly fuck you harder and faster.

Tubbo

Dating Tubbo is not really the easiest thing ever. He's clingy, needy, and pathetic. He loves to be dramatic, and he complains a lot when you don't give him attention. He spent the whole week talking about how you don't love him anymore because you haven't touched him in a while. After a lot of his cursing, you finally slept at his place, which was good because he wasn't streaming today. It really pissed you off how he was always working and never giving you some private time with him, but today was the day.

You slept horny because he fell asleep first, which caused you to palm yourself. That wasn't enough. By the morning, you could only wait until he woke up, but it was impossible. He was talking in his sleep like always, complaining even more about something you didn't understand. You had enough after two hours of waiting. You got in front of him and carefully wrapped your hands around his dick, putting it on your mouth without fear. You suck on him, making him move and unconsciously speak again. He let out a small moan, then he woke up. He seems surprised and sleepy, not giving a fuck about what are you doing.

"Are you serious, babe? I was sleeping, what the heck.." Toby whispers, scratching his eyes. He closes it and puts his hand on your head, not forcing your head or anything. He just stays with his hand there with no explanation. After a while, he opens his eyes again, looking at you with curiosity. "Honey? Babe?" He calls you, trying to make you look at him, but you were too focused on his dick. "Hey, if you don't stop, I will c-" He moans and rolls his eyes, grabbing the sheets. He cums on your mouth, forcing his eyes to close. "I fucking hate you." He whimpers, waiting for you to get off of his dick so you could cuddle.

[aurorawritestoescape]

BAD BLOOD part 5

Pairing: step-uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Summary: the one with a late night visit, a hot breakfast and a surprise from Joel.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), dark!Joel, dark!reader, mfm, unprotected piv (wrap it up), cockwarming, rough!Joel, Tommy is sweet (for now), somno, f/m oral, face slapping (2), creampies, cum eating, degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, fingering, exhibitionism, masturbation, swearing. Reader has hair that can be pulled. Tommy can pick up reader. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions.

Word count: 5,8k

A/n: I’m so excited to share this part with you all! It’s filthy and even sweet at times, until it’s not😅 Big thanks to @milla-frenchy for holding my hand, hyping me up and beta-ing this depravity😘Thank YOU ALL for your interest in this story!🥹 Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Love you all💖

Part 4 || SERIES MASTERLIST || Part 6 || MASTERLIST

*****

You feel ticklish, when a warm breath fans the inside of your thigh. In a second soft lips kiss your pussy and a hot tongue delves between your folds. Your back arches from the sudden pleasure and you open your eyes.

You’re lying naked in the middle of the table in the dining room, where your stepdad Tommy ate you out, while your step-uncle Joel watched.

You look down and see Tommy’s head between your thighs. He glances up and gives you a playful wink, before diving back into your pussy. He’s sucking on your clit and you’re softly moaning, while fruitlessly trying to gather your thoughts and remember if your mother is at home or not.

You’re drowning in pleasure but suddenly you hear a growl behind you. Scared to death you hastily tilt your head back and to your surprise find Joel sitting at the head of the table. With confusion you see that he’s eating a steak. He’s stabbing his fork and knife into the meat, loudly cutting it while watching his brother having another type of meal.

What the fuck? You try to say but can’t. Rage begins bubbling in your stomach, tinting the pleasure Tommy’s giving you. ‘Why is he just sitting there? Why is he only watching? Arrogant motherfucker!’

Joel seems to notice your anger, because the next moment he leaves the fork and knife on the plate and gets up. Planting his hands on the wooden surface of the table, he leans forward and his face hovers over yours.

Your eyes lock for a few moments before Tommy plunges his tongue inside your crying hole and you gasp. Joel smiles, then leans closer and kisses you.

He’s gentle and soft, a stark contrast to his behavior when you spent a night together. His tongue tangles with yours while Tommy licks deep into you, gathering your arousal and drinking it, humming with satisfaction against your pussy.

You’re in heaven for a few seconds until you hear your mother’s voice. Your heart drops and you wake up.

You’re in your bedroom and the moon is peaking through a crack in the drapes. You’re breathing heavily, trying to calm down, as your heart is about to jump out of your chest. Suddenly a realization hits you that not everything from the dream dissolved into the reality. You still feel the lips, caressing your pussy. After hastily throwing off the blanket, you see Tommy devouring your cunt, his hands holding your thighs open while his mouth applies light suction to your hardened clit.

“Tommy,” you half whisper-half moan and he parts from your pussy and raises his head.

“Hey, baby. I’ll be right up,” you hear him whisper, before he gets back to work.

You look around the room, calming down bit by bit, and then put your head back on the pillow. You smile to yourself, thinking that the reality is almost as enjoyable as your dream.

You’re so close to the climax, your whole body vibrates, and when your stepdad rubs your clit with the flat of his tongue a few times, you’re already wriggling on the bed while euphoria is coursing through your body. You’re breathing out Tommy’s name and he laps up your juices and when his ministrations start hurting, you slightly push him away and he climbs up your body.

Soon he’s kissing you and you whimper, tasting yourself on his lips. You can’t get enough of each other, making out, while he’s lying on top of you. He starts slowly grinding his clothed crotch against the apex of your thighs and you feel him hard and big on your naked pussy.

“You’re back,” you whisper, when he parts from you.

After her weekend away, Jess took hold of Tommy and you haven’t seen him for a whole day. You haven’t seen Joel either, which was on purpose. You avoided him as hard as you could, having spent the whole day at your friend's place. You were trying to decide what to do next.

Joel wanted you to ruin Tommy’s marriage by sending the recording of their conversation to your mother. But after that night, you started to feel pity for your stepdad, especially after he asked you to delete the audio. He promised that you’d continue fucking and that was exactly what you had ever wanted from the plan. So you avoided Joel, hoping that he’d leave for Austin soon and your stepdad and you would sneak around to fuck any chance you got.

“Hope I didn’t scare you. Couldn’t help myself. You are so hot when you’re sleeping, sweetheart.”

Tommy kisses you again and you're practically melting in his arms.

“Fuck me, daddy,” you whine and he growls.

“When you put it this way, I can’t say no,” he whispers, getting up to sit on his heels between your thighs.

He looks down at your naked pussy and swirls your clit with his thumb, making you jerk from the sensitivity. You ask him quietly,

“Where’re my shorts?”

“Took ‘em off. Was careful not to wake you”, he replies with a wink, his eyes glinting with mischief in the moonlight.

You whine, as your core burns harder because of his words.

He frees his cock and it bobs over your waiting pussy. Your legs part, inviting him in, and he doesn’t make you wait. Tommy slides his cock into your already soaked cunt with a soft ‘yeah’, digging his fingers into your thighs and you echo him with a moan.

“Quiet, sweetheart,” he reminds you and whispers, “Fucking love your pussy. ‘s the best.” You feel flattered at the same time driving away the thought of who he’s comparing you with.

He starts pushing his cock in and out of your cunt, his moves slow and thorough. Tommy takes your ankle and puts it on his shoulder, while pressing your other thigh down, opening you up to him completely.

Even in the darkness of the room you see his cock glisten with your slick every time he pulls it out of your sopping cunt. His thumb is on your clit again and you cry out with the added pleasure, and he quickly shushes you,

“Shh, you don’t want anyone interrupting us, right, baby?”

You shake your head and when his finger returns to your throbbing bud, you whimper against the back of your hand, trying to be discreet.

For a few minutes it’s just this—him fucking you as you’re watching.

“Sweetheart,” Tommy murmurs and your gaze slides up from his cock, pounding your pussy, to his beautiful face. He’s smirking.

“Would you want Joel to be here with us?”

“No, I love being alone with you,” you whisper back, and he laughs.

“Your pussy clenched on me so hard when I said my brother's name,” Tommy says and slightly bites your ankle. “Don’t lie to me when I have my cock in you like this. She’ll always tell me the truth.”

You smile back at him.

“My pussy is a slut. But my heart—There’s only you.” You’re not sure if you’re lying or not but you know that this is what he wants to hear.

“Fuck, little minx”. Tommy breathes out and picks up the pace. You bite your lower lip, trying to keep quiet, and squeeze your eyes shut, enjoying the way his big cock massages your walls.

“Bet you’d love to suck him off right now. Or have him in your ass. You need all your holes stuffed, right, baby?”

“Yes, daddy,” all you could manage to say while he’s relentlessly railing you.

“What if we plug all your holes, sweetheart?”

“Oh, fuck, yes,” you purr, feeling your core tighten.

“We can easily find a third guy. Anyone would be willing to fuck you, baby.”

The image of three men claiming your holes intoxicates you and you whimper, “really?”

“Yeah, sure,” Tommy says through heavy panting, “I don’t have anyone in mind here but in Austin— Joel surely knows someone who can gangbang you with us.”

You moan and he grunts, trying not to be too loud, but your pussy is too good to enjoy it quietly. His sounds make you clench even more and in no time you’re coming on his stiff cock, mouth open in a silent scream, back arched.

When your climax subsides, Tommy keeps going, rolling his hips deep and hard.

“Where, honey?” He asks with a little moan.

“Inside. Want your cum. Please, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

As soon as he praises you, he erupts into your wet heat, and you feel his warm seed kiss your walls and slide out of your hole, while he’s drawing pleasure from your cunt.

Tommy stills and gently pulls his cock out. He splays his palm on your lower belly, slightly rubbing your skin and asks,

“Do you feel me here?”

“Yes, it’s warm. I’m so full,” you mumble, putting your hand over his.

He whispers ‘good’ with a little smile and lies down next to you.

Your stepdad pulls you close and kisses you. You wish he’d never stop, never leave your bed. You fall asleep, happy and satisfied, on his broad shoulder.

*****

When you wake up, Tommy’s gone and you lie in bed, remembering the night before. You still sense your stepdad's hands, sliding over your body, his mouth on your pussy, his cock buried deep inside your burning core. You throw your blanket off, feeling hot and horny. You’re naked from your waist down and your pussy is still wet. Your needy cunt makes you bring your hand to your tingling center and you lightly trace the edges of your slicked up hole. Then you push a finger inside and pull it out completely wet with Tommy’s cum.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathe out and get more of his load from your leaking entrance. Then you swirl your clit, using Tommys cum as lube, and every nerve in your body lights up. You moan louder than last night, rubbing your throbbing clit, soaking the sheets with your sweat. As soon as you imagine Tommy’s tongue on your twitching bud, you come undone, limbs shaking, pussy clenching around nothing.

When you calm down, trembling legs carry you to the shower.

***

Before going downstairs you stick your head out of the bedroom door and listen. You hear Jess’s annoying voice downstairs, so Tommy must be there too. Wearing your slutty pjs - your stepdad’s favorite, and a crop top, you head downstairs, your hair still wet from the shower. You find your lover at the kitchen table, yawning and listening to your mom with a blank stare.

“Slept badly, Tommy?” you tease him, walking up to the table and taking a seat next to him.

At first he beams, seeing you, but quickly makes his face serious in the presence of your mother.

“I slept like a log,” your mom says and you smile to yourself, thanking her for it.

You grab a toast and nibble on it, just enjoying Tommy’s presence and trying hard to tune Jess out.

Her yapping about something stupid and boring is soon interrupted by a door ring.

“It must be Cindy,” she says, getting up and leaving the room.

As soon as she’s out, your hand flies to Tommy’s thigh.

“Is she leaving?” You ask, rubbing his leg with a devilish smile.

His breath hitches and you notice that he matches your excitement, judging by the bulge in his sweatpants.

“Yeah. Be patient, baby.” He takes your hand and moves it from his thigh up on the table. He’s trying to keep his composure but his blown eyes, sliding over your body, tell you that he’s as desperate as you’re.

You turn to the door, hearing your mom’s steps, and to your disappointment, see Joel following her into the kitchen. He’s wearing a low cut shirt that exposes his sexy chest and a pair of tight jeans, accentuating his huge package. As always he looks like a slut.

An involuntary ‘fuck!’ escapes your lips and you drop your gaze, trying to appear invisible to the man you’ve been avoiding.

Apparently Joel has heard you, because he comes up to you and kisses the top of your head.

“Happy to see you too, sweet niece,” he rasps and you jerk away from his lips but gush anyway, remembering him fucking your ass just a day ago.

He pats Tommy on the shoulder and goes to pour himself a cup of coffee. Jess is visibly displeased by his visit.

“You three have a nice morning. Cindy and I are going to Madison’s. Jack is leaving her for a 20 year old bitch. Can you imagine?”

“Maybe they’re in love,” you say, raising your brows, and your mom scoffs. Tommy glances at you, his gaze is full of warmth and affection, and you answer it with a little smile.

“Good for him,” Joel booms behind you and Tommy nervously squeezes his coffee mug.

You turn back to the older man, glaring at him, scared he might say something about your relationship with Tommy. He’s leaning against the counter with a coffee mug in hand.

“You shouldn’t be surprised, Jessica,” Joel continues, “men are not meant to be monogamous. It’s nature. They will always want someone younger and hotter.”

Jess rolls her eyes at him and you can’t help but follow her suit.

“They can be if they meet the right person,” you dispute and he smirks.

“Yes, angel, until they meet the next right person.”

He laughs and you’re boring your eyes into the man. Soon your staring contest is interrupted by Jess, saying that her friend is here.

Tommy goes to see her off and as soon as Joel and you are left alone, you get up and try to sneak out of the room as soon as possible.

You’re almost at the door, when a rough hand grabs your arm, unceremoniously spins you around and pins you to the fridge.

“Not so fast, missy,” Joel growls and your stomach drops, “Ya ghostin’ me, girl?” He presses you with his hips into the hard surface of the fridge and you feel his soft cock, which is still huge, against your lower belly and fire ignites in your core. You hate him but you can’t deny the pull he has on you. His scent, his body, his dominance overwhelms you and you get wet and push your thighs together.

You try to wiggle your way out but he’s too strong and big.

“What? No, Joel. I was just busy.”

“Doin’ what? Being a cum dumpster for my little brother?”

You avert your eyes and he chuckles, nodding his head, before bringing his face closer to yours.

“I need you to get his dick out of your mind for a second and do what you promised me. Send the fuckin’ recording to Jess. Now!” He roars and fear grips your heart and at the same time makes your arousal spike. You use all your strength not to moan. You need to stop thinking with your pussy for a second, need to concentrate, so you take a deep breath and try to reason with him.

“Joel, listen. I can’t do it now. I still have to live here for a week. Do you think she’ll be ok with me after she hears the recording? She’d hate me. Even more than now. I really don’t wanna be here for that shit show.”

You make your cutest pleading face and beg, “Please. I’ll send it as soon as I leave for college. I promise, Joel.”

His piercing stare under the furrowed brows makes your stomach churn, but you try to seem calm. After a few moments of consideration, Joel’s face softens and he slightly pulls away. He’s still very close and your chest brushes his, when you shift on your feet.

“ ‘k. But as soon as you’re out of ‘ere, send it. I’m tired of waitin’.”

“Yes, Joel.” You’re batting your lashes at him, feigning obedience and hiding the excitement that you just got yourself a week of fun times with your stepdad. Feeling bolder, you lower your gaze to Joel’s lips and a memory of him kissing you flashes in your mind. You crave having his mouth on yours. And more than that.

As if reading your mind, Joel leans to your face and his lips brush your cheek.

“Missed me, baby?”

Your breath hitches and he smirks, “ ‘s what I thought. Tommy may keep your pussy full but we both know how much ya want this cock.”

He bucks his hips into you and a new surge of arousal makes you throb.

Joel’s lips kiss your cheek and then get lower as he latches on your neck, immediately sucking a hickey into your delicate skin, while his hands grab your ass and he pins you to the fridge again.

Yet now you don’t want to escape, to run from him, you welcome his mouth, marking your neck, his hands, getting under your shorts and kneading your ass. He’s groaning, as his lips travel up to your mouth and you readily open yours, welcoming his tongue inside. The kiss is heady, sloppy and hot. He tastes like black coffee, cigarettes and something so uniquely Joel, you can’t get enough of it. Of him.

Your pussy cries to be touched, so you start grinding your mound on his stiff crotch and he smiles against your lips.

“Knew ya hungry for uncle’s dick, little slut.”

You’re not wearing any panties, and when his hand slides under your shorts, he grabs a handful of your tingling pussy, making you gasp into his mouth.

“Fuck, angel, is it all for me or is it Tommy’s cum dripping out?”

You don’t have time to reply, before he pushes two fingers into your soaked hole, and you gasp from the sensation, grabbing his massive arms.

Joel starts fucking your pussy in a steady rhythm, pushing his fingers in and out and rubbing your bud with his thick thumb.

Suddenly he grabs your throat and lightly squeezes it, his hot palm sending chills down your spine.

“I asked you a question, angel.”

“Fuck you, perv,” you bite back with a smirk, as your whole body is revelling in bliss from his hands on your pussy and throat. Joel’s nostrils flare but he smiles. You both know the rules of the game you’re playing. You love when he’s rough with you as much as you love Tommy doting on his precious stepdaughter.

Your heart drops, when you hear footsteps, and you freeze, while Joel is nonchalantly keeps fucking you with his fingers. To your relief, you see Tommy walking into the room and after a surprised ‘the fuck?’ he comes up to you two.

You slightly turn your head to him, Joel’s hand on your throat still keeping you in place. Your stepdad’s expression, worried at first, gets softer when he sees your hazy eyes and parted lips and he gives you a warm smile.

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” Tommy asks, while Joel is shamelessly working your cunt.

“Yeah, Daddy,” you whine and Joel chuckles.

“She’s still full of your cum, Tommy. Ya played with her tonight?”

“Yeah,” Tommy replies in a proud voice, “filled her up good. Right, sweetheart?”

You try to nod, which is difficult, as Joel is holding you by the throat.

Tommy bends down and yanks your shorts down, until they pool at your feet. He plants his elbow on the fridge next to you and tilts his head to the side, watching Joel’s glistening fingers slide in and out of your needy hole.

You feel your orgasm coming up and whine a pathetic ‘daddy.’

“Yeah, sweetheart, let it go. Wanna see your pretty face, when you come.” Your stepdad leans closer and kisses you. Joel’s hand lightly squeezes your throat and you breathe in Tommy's air. The hard bulges of your stepdad and step uncle, snugly pressed to your body, Joel’s hands, Tommy’s lips make you throb and you cry out, as your climax sets you ablaze.

“Good girl,” Joel mumbles while Tommy’s kissing you on top of your high. You’re whimpering into his mouth, your pussy squelching, still being finger fucked by Joel. Tommy parts from your lips and watches your face twist in pleasure.

When your orgasm dissipates, Joel pulls out his digits, coated in your creamy cum, and brings them to your mouth.

“Clean up your mess, angel.”

You do as you’re told, licking and slurping on his thick fingers, while his hungry eyes are watching your every move. When you’re done, he pulls them out and grabs your breast.

“Time for your second breakfast.”

He unzips his jeans and you see his cock spring out. His fat tip is glistening and you lick your lips.

Joel chuckles and goes to the table. He sits down on one of the chairs, manspreading and holding his throbbing length in his hand.

Tommy steps up to you and hugs you, his hands quickly finding their way to your bare ass and squeezing your cheeks in his big palms. You nuzzle his neck, leaning on his broad chest after the hard orgasm.

“C’mon, angel. My cock won’t suck itself,” Joel’s gruff voice breaks the silence of the room.

Tommy pulls away, takes your chin between his fingers and tilts your head up to face him.

“Do you wanna sit on my cock and blow your uncle, baby?”

These depraved words coming from your stepdad, your mother’s husband, make your head spin with lust. You’d do anything for him right now. For both of them.

“Yes, please, daddy,” you whimper and he leads you to the table. Mugs and plates are still left on its surface, making the situation hotter for some reason.

Tommy sits in the chair next to Joel and pulls his gray sweatpants down. They’re already stained with precum and when he takes his cock out, you see it weeping for you.

Joel gets your attention with a slap on your bare ass, growling, “Can’t even suck a dick without your daddy stuffing ya? Needy little slut. Fuckin’ whipped.”

“Don’t be jealous, Joel,” you purr, standing between two men half naked, your inner thighs glistening with your cum in the bright morning light.

“It’s his pussy, but you get to have my mouth and ass which is too generous on my part. You should be grateful.”

“Oh, I am, angel. Let me show you how grateful I am by fuckin’ your pretty face.”

With that he gets up and lays his heavy hand on your shoulder.

“C’mon, time to sit on your daddy’s cock,” he chuckles, and you’re enjoying how impatient he is to feel your mouth.

You get between Tommy’s legs, your back to him and after planting your hand on the table, start lowering your hips. Your stepdad guides you with his hands on your waist and soon you feel his tip nudge at your sopping hole.

With Joel’s cock bobbing in front of your face, you start sinking on Tommy’s length. Your languid moan fills the kitchen as you take him deeper and deeper. Joel’s hand on your shoulder pushes you roughly down and you sit on your stepdad’s cock with a gasp.

“Joel, be gentle,” Tommy scolds his brother and you look up at Joel with a triumphant smile.

Tommy pulls you closer to his torso while your pussy is adjusting to his thickness. He's pulsating inside you as your cunt gushes around his girthy length.

Joel doesn’t give you time to revel in the sensation. He grabs you by the hair, tight but not hurting you, and pulls your face closer to his cock.

His fat wet tip hits your lips and you look up at him with defiance, not taking it in your mouth. You want it, but the opportunity to make him boil is too delicious to miss.

“Can I slap this bitch, brother?” Joel asks Tommy, not tearing his eyes off your smug face.

“I asked you to be gentle, Joel,” Tommy scolds him but your ears perk up.

“But I want it, daddy,” you whine, your lips brushing Joel’s velvet head.

“ ‘k then.”

As soon as Tommy says it, Joel's palm harshly lands on your cheek and you grab the side of the table as your head sways to the left. Tommy’s hands grip your hips harder as he growls,

“Fuck, you do really love it, baby. Your little pussy clenching me so hard.”

“Yeah,” you whimper, rubbing your cheek, while Joel’s fist is still clenching your hair. The slap burns a little and you love it.

“Anytime, angel, we all know you deserve it. Now open your fuckin’ mouth,” Joel commands and you do it with a content gaze.

He pushes his throbbing cock between your lips, and you taste his salty precum. You suck on his head, cockwarming your stepdad.

Your hands are planted on Joel’s hips for stability and you take him deeper into your hot mouth until his tip hits your throat.

“Oh, yeah, angel. Ain’t ya happy I finally let you suck on my dick?”

You hum around his cock and both men chuckle.

“I think it’s a ‘yes’”, Tommy chuckles as his hands squeeze your thighs, then glide up over your belly and then pull your top up. He gently kneads your naked tits, as your whimpers are muffled by your step uncle’s fat cock.

You begin bobbing your head up and down, lips curled over your teeth, saliva dripping down your chin, sliding down to his balls. You try to keep your gaze focused on his face, lust and pleasure painting his features. His blown half-lidded eyes watch you blow him and then lower to enjoy the way Tommy’s playing with your pebbled nipples, twisting and tugging on them. You roll your eyes, dancing on the verge of orgasm from Tommy’s ministrations, his length throbbing deep inside you like the second heartbeat and Joel’s cock filling your mouth. You clench hard around Tommy.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he moans behind you and gently nips at your shoulder, “you’re incredible. Wanna live in your perfect cunt.”

Joel chuckles, “your wife may object.”

No one reacts to his quip, Tommy’s too entranced by your pussy, you’re slurping and gagging on Joel’s member.

He pats your head after a contend groan. “Ahh, doing great, baby. Told ya it’s all ya good for, sucking a cock and sitting on it.”

His warm hand cups your cheek and your eyes lock. “Make her come, Tommy, my little niece deserves it.”

“She does. She’s choking my cock so well.”

“Speaking of choking,” Joel pulls you off his member and you whine.

“Hungry little slut. Don’t worry, ya gonna get your favorite lollipop back. I’m gonna fuck your mouth and ya gonna come on Tommy’s cock, got it?”

You take a deep breath, knowing fully well that Joel won’t spare you, but you nod, biting your lip, “I’ll do my best, daddy,…uncle,” you reply to both of them and the men hum approvingly.

Tommys hands brush your soaked folds, spread open by his cock, filling your core, and his thumb finds your clit, already puffy after Joel’s fingers.

You clench around your stepdad and he moans, “fuck, baby, I won’t last..”

You want to say it’s ok, but Joel already takes your head between his giant palms and pushes his cock back into your mouth. Tommy’s fingers start rubbing, swirling your little clit, while Joel begins fucking your mouth. The roll of his muscular hips is slow at first, merciful, but getting closer to an orgasm, he moves faster and rougher.

His fingers pull at your hair, as his cock plunges into your mouth, hitting your throat again and again. You try to breathe around him, gasping for air any time he lets you, but it’s hard because of how huge he is and you scratch his hips to make him pause.

He pulls you off and slightly slaps your cheek, scolding you, “no scratching, bad kitty.”

You gasp for air and then giggle, being absolutely cock drunk and drowning in the pleasure of having two fat cocks inside you. You feel like you could faint from the ecstasy.

Your core tightens when the flat of Tommy’s palm rubs your whole pussy. He’s rapidly shaking his hand left and right, making your sloppy cunt squelch as you start coming. Joel stuffs your crying out mouth with his cock again, muffling you and fucks deeper, harder into your throat.

You feel yourself like nothing but holes for their cocks, a fuck doll, made solemnly for their pleasure, and the thought makes your pussy pulsate harder.

Your limbs tremble, your whole body jerks with every wave of euphoria. Saliva is drooling down your chin as your pussy coats Tommy’s thighs with your creamy cum.

“Such a good girl for us,” Tommy praises, choking on his words, as he explodes inside you. Loud groans escape his mouth, as he’s painting your walls with his hot cum.

“Yeah, like that, good slut” Joel moans as your lips, tongue and throat are massaging his cock. He starts coming too, his load squirting inside your throat and you drink it all, without any need to swallow.

When your orgasm subsides and they stop pumping their seed into your spent body, Joel takes his cock out of your mouth and you try to catch your breath, leaning against Tommy’s hot chest.

With his cock still inside you, he’s peppering kisses over your shoulders, neck, cheeks while his gentle hands are caressing your body, thanking you for the pleasure you gave him. Joel tucks his cock inside his jeans and plops on the chair. He lights a cigarette and takes a deep drag with a satisfied hum.

Your eyes half-closed, your limbs pleasantly tingling, you’re watching him watch you. You hate how good this handsome fucker makes you feel. He’s an asshole but deep inside you have to admit he’s closer to you than Tommy. Just like you he gets what he wants, no matter the feelings of people you might hurt in the process.

Tommy brings you out of your thoughts, gently turning your head to him to kiss you. You moan into his mouth as he’s hugging you tight, while his cum drips out of your pussy.

Joel interrupts you two after a few seconds by getting up with a grunt.

Tommy and you stop making out and look up at him.

“Can I get a kiss, uncle?” You ask, smiling with a twinkle in your eye. You expect him to refuse tasting his cum on your tongue but he surprises you,

“ ‘course. C’mere,” he motions you to get up with a jerk of his chin, and with widened eyes you get up, as Tommy’s cock slides out of your hole.

Joel pulls your half-naked body to him and wraps his arms around you. Your heart flutters when he’s being so affectionate with you. You can’t help but moan when he presses his lips to yours. Soon he’s licking into your mouth, as you’re melting against his chest.

His lips shift to the side and brush your ear, “thanks for the blowie, angel. One day I’ll return the favor.”

Your spent and used up pussy aches again, imagining him on his knees between your legs.

“Can’t wait,” you whisper back and plant a kiss on his scruffy cheek.

When Joel leaves, Tommy takes you in his arms and carries you to your bedroom. He lays you down on the bed and you roll under the blanket. You fall asleep while he’s caressing your cheekbone with his thumb.

****

You wake up with a jerk. It’s still sunny outside, you must have slept for a couple of hours. Soon you realize the reason for your abrupt awakening. Jess is screeching downstairs. You hear Tommy’s voice too, he’s not as loud as her but he’s definitely trying to over shout your mother.

You’ve heard them arguing before but not as bad as now. You furrow your brows and chew on your lip, still staying in bed.

Listening to them, by habit you grab your phone and check notifications. There’re a few messages from your friends, a missed call from your grandma, and then you see it.

A set of instant messages in your family chat.

The last one from Joel Miller.

You wonder why the fuck he’s in your family group chat at all and then your heart freezes and you start feeling nauseous when you open the last message. It’s a photo.

Of Tommy sitting on the bed in the master bedroom and you straddling him. Both of you are naked. It was shot from the back so your faces are not visible but it’s clearly you two.

Your hands start shaking and you drop your phone, that almost hits your terrified face.

You’re lying for a few long moments almost motionless, while a whirlwind of emotions is swirling in your stomach and your mind is screaming, trying to decide what to do now.

There’s only one way out.

Out.

You get up, put on some clothes and hastily start packing. You take whatever you see and throw it into your suitcase. Then you pad downstairs and sneak out of the house, fortunately, not getting caught by anyone.

Soon you’re walking along the street, with the luggage behind you, running away from the place you definitely can’t call home anymore. Your heart is pounding in your ears, though a part of you feels free, free of your mother, free of the old life. Fuck her. You call your friend and ask if you can crash at her place. She says ‘yes’ and offers to pick you up at the nearest bus stop. While you’re waiting for her, you look at the family chat again.

The fear that you felt before gives way to anger. You’re so mad at Joel, your eyes well up with tears and you wanna scream and break things. Just when you thought that your step uncle believed your promises, he goes and pulls this shit?!

With trembling fingers, you find an audio recording on your phone and send it to Tommy, mumbling under your breath,

‘Thought you could fuck me over like that, asshole? Let’s see who gets fucked now.’

The message to your stepdad goes through and you press ‘play’ and in the quiet of the suburban street you hear Joel’s gruff voice, telling you the plan of getting Tommy move back to Austin, “step one, angel - we record my little brother sayin’ that he wants to fuck ya…”

*****

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Buddie Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: While the boys are all out at work, (Y/n) has an accident and has to wait for one of them to come home and help her.

Enjoy.

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A sigh rumbled past (Y/n)'s lips as she trailed her fingertips along the wall, making her way down the hall. She could feel Evan hovering close behind her and she was sure he was about to reach out for her before she tried to speed up her steps to keep ahead of him.

She twisted around the sharp corner and padded into the kitchen, locking her eyes on her other partner. Eddie's back was to her, tense, straight and shoulders square as he leaned forward to grab the kettle. He was starting their usual morning routine and (Y/n) smiled when she noticed he had gotten three travel mugs out the cupboard on instinct, even though Tommy was already at work.

"Baby please-"

"Don't try and suck up to me Evan, it won't wash." (Y/n) pulled her arm away when she felt Evan try to reach out for her and she pushed forward until she was stood behind Eddie.

Her face pressed into his back between his shoulders, her nose brushing against his cotton shirt that smelt of the strong tropical softner the boys loved to use in the washing. She bound her arms loosely around Eddie's waist and closed her eyes, staying tucked up against his back for a few moments while he poured the drinks.

A low whistle hummed past Eddie's lips as he glanced over his shoulder to try and look at (Y/n), but he couldn't see her properly with how she was clinging to him. He adverted his gaze across to Evan, raising a brow when the blond huffed and headed over to the fridge.

"Okay, what am I missing here?" Eddie curved his free arm behind him and gave (Y/n)'s hip a gentle squeeze before he slowly turned around in her arms.

He leaned his hips back against the counter and wormed his arm around (Y/n)'s waist, letting her slump forward into his chest.

He took in what she was wearing and it made a grin work onto his features. She was wearing a pair of lounge shorts, although Eddie couldn't be sure who they belonged to, he just knew they weren't (Y/n)'s. And he knew the grey sleep shirt she was wearing was definitely Tommy's because of the way it hung off one shoulder and slid down her arm and how it went down to her thighs.

She had been living in their clothes recently and all three of them loved it, the boys had made a game out of guessing whose clothes (Y/n) was wearing each day.

Eddie feathered his fingers up and down (Y/n)'s hip and took a moment to lean forward and kiss her temple. But his eyes cast between two of his three partners, trying to work out what they were at odds over.

"Did you really want me to invite them-"

"Evan." (Y/n) sharply looked over her shoulder, cutting him off before he had the chance to try and dull this down. "I don't care if you invite them or not, I care that you haven't even told them."

"Someone explain please." Eddie handed over a mug of steaming hot black coffee towards Evan and pushed a glass of juice to his side for (Y/n). His head dipped forward to kiss her temple again and he smiled softly when he moved his hand from her hip to graze along her stomach.

He knew the baby had been kicking up a storm last night, making it hard for (Y/n) to settle and get a good night's sleep. But of course, now that they were all awake and Eddie was trying to move his hand around her bump, the baby seemed settled and asleep. Typical.

"He hasn't told his parents I'm pregnant." (Y/n) folded her arms over her chest and twisted around so her back was resting up against Eddie's chest. His hand stayed firmly on her stomach but both of them looked to the side to glance at Evan.

He bit his lip, letting his shoulders sag as he grumbled something under his breath.

"Buck, come on, you said you would."

"Yeah, and if my mum returned my calls then I would have told them by now. They don't wanna be in my life and you all know that, why does it matter? I don't want them at the shower next week."

Evan put his mug down on the counter and crossed his arms, mimicking the pose (Y/n) had as if he was trying to rile her up or make her laugh, one of the two.

He didn't talk to his parents often, the odd text here and there and a sporadic phone call was the most Evan got out of them. And he liked it that way. They couldn't be bothered to put in the time with him. They didn't make the effort and Evan was tired of begging for attention he deserved but never seemed to receive. If they didn't want to be in his life then he wouldn't try so hard to let them in, he would keep them at arms length.

"It matters to me." (Y/n)'s voice was quiet and had a tremor to it. She couldn't bring herself to look up at Evan and she continued to stare down at her feet, even when she felt Eddie's fingertips squeeze her stomach.

"Buck, you have to at least tell them. Don't you think they'll be confused as Hell if they talk to Maddie in a few months and she mentions looking after her niece or nephew or tells them how the baby's doing?"

They all knew Maddie was excited. She had been the most hyped person they told when they found out (Y/n) was pregnant. She was eager to be an aunt and see her little brother start his own family and they already knew she would be demanding babysitting duties as soon as she could.

Evan had to tell his parents. It didn't matter if they weren't accepting or tried to lecture him, as long as they knew that they were going to have a grandchild. It would cause a lot more problems if Maddie brought up in passing conversation that she was looking after the baby or the baby was okay and her parents had no idea what she was talking about.

"My mum isn't speaking to me, Eddie's parents think I'm some kind of tart, Tommy's mum is the only one who doesn't look at me funny, but at least they know about me. I'd like them to know you're gonna be a dad."

(Y/n) pulled out of Eddie's arms and walked past the pair of them, binding her arms over her bump as she headed into the living room.

(Y/n) never expected any of their friends or family to understand. She didn't expect anyone to agree or like or understand the relationship she had with Evan, Eddie and Tommy. But she didn't want to hide it either.

Her parents hadn't been pleased and since she told them she was pregnant, her mum wasn't talking to her. She didn't like the fact that (Y/n) kept saying the baby was theirs, as in all the boys. The only thing her mum would say was 'it physically can't belong to all three of them' but that wasn't what (Y/n) meant. They would bring this baby up as theirs, biology didn't matter. They were all in this relationship together and this baby was going to be loved beyond compare.

Eddie's parents were devout catholics. They were somewhat accepting, although Eddie saw the way they looked at him when he kissed Evan or Tommy. They didn't agree with four people being in a relationship and (Y/n) saw the way his mum looked at her. As if she was a tart or a gold digger or just stringing them all along. But at least Eddie's parents knew about the baby and they were trying to be accepting.

Tommy's parents were divorced and he had no contact with his dad whatsoever. He hadn't spoken to him in years so naturally he hadn't told his dad about his poly relationship or the impending baby. But he was on speaking terms with his mum and she had been the only one so far who just rolled with this and continued to talk to her son and his partners.

And they all knew Evan counted Bobby and Athena as his parents, he had given Bobby a onesie with 'grandad's best friend' across the front to explain that (Y/n) was pregnant.

That didn't mean he couldn't just ignore his mum and dad and not tell them about this news.

"Baby…" Evan rattled his fingers through his hair and followed (Y/n) into the living room, feeling Eddie hot on his heels.

He waited for (Y/n) to ease down onto the sofa before he moved in front of her and crouched down in front of her legs. He slowly parted her knees to the sides and leaned his chest forward so he was wedged comfortably between her thighs, his arms folded over her lap. Evan could see he was already worming his way into her good graces. Her arms were still folded on her bump but the anger was fading from her eyes when she looked down at him.

(Y/n) let her head lean to the right against Eddie when he perched down on the arm of the sofa and draped an arm around the back of her shoulders.

"Baby, they know about all of you, I just… my mum can be spiteful when she wants to be. I promise when she finally decides to answer my calls, they'll know about bubba." He leaned forward a little more until his hands were cupping (Y/n)'s stomach and he lifted her -Tommy's- shirt so his lips could attach to her bump.

He wasn't deliberately doing this on purpose, he wasn't avoiding his parents but when they didn't answer him, he got more and more reluctant to call. It seemed pointless. He just wanted to enjoy being with his family without his parents ruining his mood. And he didn't want to invite them to the baby shower next week. They wouldn't understand.

It was only a small gathering. Eddie's parents were actually coming down and they promised to be civil, they were making the effort, mainly because Chris had rung them and asked if they were going. Hearing Chris be so happy and affectionate and proud to be a big brother melted their hearts.

Maddie was coming, she was organising the whole day, much to Evan's disappointment because he wanted to do it at first, but he got told he wasn't allowed to organise a party for himself.

The team were coming too. All of them had been surprisingly happy and accepting of their poly relationship. And Tommy had invited a few close friends from the 217 who were happy for him and understood his family and relationship.

It was going to be a good day, Evan didn't want his parents ruining any aspect of it.

(Y/n) leaned her cheek on Eddie's thigh and smiled softly when she felt his fingers carding through her hair. While Evan smiled against her stomach and whispered something far too quietly for her to make out. All the boyos had taken to whispering to the baby like it was a game, seeing what they could get away with that (Y/n) wouldn't be able to hear. Most of the time she heard them, but sometimes she didn't and their cheeky smiles made her curious what they were saying to their baby.

At least, even if their grandparents weren't as involved or loving, this baby was going to have four doting parents.

***

(Y/n) tilted her chin down towards her chest and let her eyes fall closed. Her ears blanked out the music playing softly in the background and focused on the sound the water made when it cascaded down her skin and trickled in odd formations around her elbows.

Her hand cupped the back of her neck and her other hand moved down to smooth across her stomach she inhaled the steam, hoping it would ward off the headache she had felt all morning.

Time seemed to drag since Evan and Eddie left this morning and (Y/n) had tried to tidy up and do some general cleaning, but her head started to cloud over and she started to feel tired. A shower was always the best option when she felt like this. She was hoping to wake herself up a bit more and tidy up before Tommy came home.

Eddie and Evan would be on shift until late tonight which meant they would be having dinner at the station and since Chris was having a sleepover with a friend tonight, that left (Y/n) and Tommy home for dinner.

He had been on shift since five this morning and he would be home soon so (Y/n) thought a shower would be her best option. She didn't want to take a power nap, unlike any of the boys, sleeping during the day made (Y/n) feel worse. But in their line of work, all three of the boys needed a few hours here and there if they did night shifts or pulled a double.

Her fingers danced across her stomach as she tried to focus on the music and hum along. She always preferred a shower when one of the boys joined her, it didn't feel right taking one alone.

She could only just hear the music playing on her phone over the harsh sound of the water spraying all around her but (Y/n) liked background noise, she didn't like silence.

With a sigh, she opened her eyes and turned slowly. She had been under the water for ten minutes too long now, it was time to get washed and get out before she stayed under here forever and fell asleep or shrivelled up like a prune.

She shuffled towards the other end of the bath where the shower gels were, and Chris's crazy soap that he had called 'snow' since he was little. They bought at least three cans of that soap a week because he loved to mess with it and pretend to make drinks and generally make a mess whenever he had a bath.

Her foot slipped.

A sound resembling a scream got caught in the back of her throat and everything turned to static when she fell.

Both arms flapped out to try and make her landing less harsh, but there wasn't anything to grab onto and she was crashing down into the bottom of the tub faster than she could try and save herself. The left side of her head smashed into the edge of the tub, creating a resounding bang to echo off the tiles.

Her elbows whacked into the sides of the tub and sent shockwaves rattling through her bones as both arms jolted and spasmed from the shock.

A twinge pulled at her lower back when she landed with an ungodly thud, but it was the agony in her left ankle that made her scream.

"Fuck," (Y/n) whined, keeping her eyes closed as she tried to gasp for the air that got knocked out of her. It took a minute or so until she gained enough breath to stop her lungs from burning and she found the energy to open her eyes and lift her head.

Suddenly, the hot water felt scolding and the droplets were harsh like bullets firing down on her. The tub felt oddly small and cramped. It felt like it was shrinking. How had (Y/n) fit in here with Eddie last week when right now she didn't feel like she could lay in here properly on her own.

Her elbows twinged and ached when she tried to level them on either side of the bathtub to push herself up, but she didn't hold the strength just yet. Her body slid back down and she slumped her head back, letting the tears stream down her face as a quiet sob burned at the back of her throat.

Thank God the house was detached and the neighbours wouldn't be close enough to hear this. That would be the last thing (Y/n) needed.

She felt the baby give out a kick and she flopped her hand on her stomach, rubbing circles as she willed herself not to throw up. She had unintentionally woken the baby, as long as that was all she had done. Her heart gave out an extra two beats and hammered against her ribs at the thought of something happening to the baby.

She hadn't landed on her stomach or whacked her stomach against the bath. The baby would be alright, wouldn't they?

They were only six and a half months along, (Y/n) couldn't afford to have any complications now. She couldn't go off work yet or go in hospital or be put on bed rest, and she certainly couldn't have the baby yet. They had to be okay.

"Up. Get up." She coached herself through sobs that rolled past her lips at how her body was aching and pulsing like she was a boombox.

She couldn't help herself. Little bubbling sobs and whimpers passed through her lips and made her chest quake but each movement made her ribs ache and her muscles burned.

Why did all three of her boys have to be at work when (Y/n) fell? Why did she have to be such an accident prone? Why had she let herself get into this situation when she was home alone?

Tears burned down her face like acid and horrid cries gurgled past her lips.

Her hands grabbed the sides of the tub and she tried once again to pull herself up, but her arms started to shake and her back felt horrid. But she managed it. She just about managed to sit up and slump her back against the edge of the tub so she was sitting up rather than crumpled down like a flannel.

"Oh no," Gasps tumbled past her lips when she looked down at her left ankle.

Great.

It was swelling up. Her foot was expanding like it was full of water and was going to pop. Her ankle was starting to grow and expand, trying to match the size of her baby bump.

The moment she tried to plant both feet down on the floor, a twinge shot up her foot right to her hip and she cried out. Her legs trembled and she dropped her knees, letting her legs slump back down.

She couldn't stand up.

There was no way (Y/n) was going to be able to get herself stood up or leant up on one foot. Her left ankle had twisted, she might have torn a muscle, God forbid she might have broken her ankle. She prayed she hadn't. (Y/n) was pregnant, she couldn't be hobbling around with a cast on her ankle. She had Chris to look after. If she was out of action one of the boys would have to stay home to help her and (Y/n) couldn't be a burden.

If she couldn't stand up or get herself out of the bath, she was going to have to call someone.

Groaning, (Y/n) twisted and flopped until she was laid on her right side but even a twisting motion sent shockwaves through her ankle and had her gasping.

Her chest pressed uncomfortably into the side of the tub and she propped her chin on the edge, hating how it dug into her throat, but she didn't have any other choice. Trembles rocked through her body as she flapped her hand out, trying to find her phone that was resting on the unit beside the bath. She had to have it close by so she could switch songs.

Her fingers curled around her phone and she dragged it off the side, staring at the screen through blurring tears as she clicked off the music app and onto contacts.

She couldn't call 911.

If she did that, strangers would barge into her home. (Y/n) didn't want strangers coming in and trying to touch her, she could barely hold a conversation with new people. Having them come into her home and lift her out of the bath and assess her was not something she could do. That was why she and Evan loved having Eddie as a medic, they didn't have to socialise or go to the doctor for minor injuries when Eddie could just take care of them.

And she was naked. (Y/n) didn't have any clothes with her in the bathroom and there was no way she was having strangers coming in seeing her laid naked in the bath.

She needed one of her boys.

Tommy was her first thought and she clicked on his contact, biting her lip to stop from screaming when her foot started to twitch.

He didn't answer. Of course he didn't. He would be finishing his shift around about now, that meant he was either getting changed, getting a shower or already on his way home. "Please be coming home," (Y/n) murmured when she hung up.

Lying here waiting for him wasn't ideal, so her thumb swiped over Eddie's contact. It rang, and rang, and rang. He didn't answer. He was at work, he would probably be out on a call and they didn't always take their phones with them on calls in case they lost them or dropped and smashed them- something Chimney often did.

"Evan, please," She willed him to pick up, he was her last shot. But again, she got no answer.

Another scream left her lips which ended in a ragged sob and she dropped her phone onto the bath mat beneath her. Still close enough to reach if needed, but she couldn't sit and ring them all until someone answered.

She was going to have to wait until Tommy came home.

With a huff, (Y/n) flopped her arm behind her and turned off the shower, glad the tap was next to the bath tap or else she wouldn't have been able to reach to turn it off.

She was thankful she had left her towel on the floor beside the bath so it was easy to grab when she got out. Her arm stretched out over the side and she grabbed the towel, yanking it over until she could drape it over herself like a blanket.

"Tommy, please, hurry up."

***

Tommy's shoulders sagged the moment he walked through the door. He let his bag drop to the floor next to the shoe rack and he let his torso hit the door with a bang so he could kick his boots off.

He wanted to go to bed.

Nine of his twelve hours at work had been spent flying from emergency to emergency, and the last few hours were spent switching between joining in on a call out to a burning building and helping clean the station. He was done. He was ready for a whole five days off which couldn't have come sooner.

He shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the rack before his brows furrowed and he took a moment to listen.

The tv wasn't on. The radio wasn't playing. He couldn't hear anything.

Tommy knew Chris wouldn't be here, his step-son was out at a sleepover after school today so naturally the house was a bit quieter without him. And he remembered both Evan and Eddie were on shift today and wouldn't be home until tonight. The four of them had a movie night planned for when the boys finished work.

But usually there was some kind of noise when he came home. (Y/n) didn't like silence. He thought she would have been watching tv or cleaning or doing crafts with the radio on, but he couldn't see or hear anything.

"Anyone home?" He plodded through the hall and peered into the living room, but the tv was off and there were no books or crafts or notepads scattered about anywhere to suggest (Y/n) had been in there.

She wasn't in the kitchen or the dining room either. Either she had gone out or she was having a nap.

"Tommy?"

A smile fluttered across his tired lips and he straightened his back, clicking his spine into place as he headed down the hall, following (Y/n)'s faint voice that called out to him like a siren.

"You okay honey?" He rapped his knuckles on the bathroom door, about to walk past towards the bedroom to get changed until he heard her mewl his name again, croaky this time.

Was she crying?

"Honey, what's wrong?" He twisted back to face the door, sighing in relief when the door opened. He knew (Y/n) had a habit of locking the door sometimes, even when she was home alone. He didn't want to have to break the lock- again- and have to fix it a second time in less than a year. Last time he broke it because (Y/n) had passed out with the door locked.

Tommy opened the door and took a look around, but he wasn't expecting the sight he was greeted with.

(Y/n) was laid in the bath, her chin and one arm were draped over the side of the tub. Tears were streaked down her face and she was hiccupping through her breaths but it was the sorrow mixing with agony in her eyes that set Tommy's heart on fire.

"Honey, what's the matter?" He walked over and crouched down beside the tub, folding his arms over the edge.

But the smile he tried to fake dimmed when he realised there was no water in the bath. She wasn't laid soaking in the bath, she was curled up in an empty tub with a towel scrunched up across her chest. The only part of her that was wet was her hair that was becoming crimped and tangled.

"I slipped… T-Tommy I can't get up." Her eyes darted down to her legs and she felt Tommy lean over her so he could see what she was looking at.

He hissed, taking a sharp breath when he noticed how swollen her left ankle was. Her foot looked like a balloon.

"Fuck- how long have you been laid here?" His hand slid down to cup the side of her neck and he smoothed his thumb across her jaw, taking in the sight of her. She was trembling but he wasn't sure if it was because she was cold or from the shock setting in.

How long had she been laid like this, waiting for him to come home? She could have made herself worse waiting. Had she been sat here in agony, panicking and waiting for him to get back?

"Not long… I couldn't get hold of any of you."

"Baby you could have called 911, you know this is kind of an emergency if you're stuck or hurt."

"I don't have any clothes in here. I'm not having some s-stranger see or move me like this, Tommy please-" Tears welled up in her eyes again but she snapped her eyes closed when both Tommy's hands moved to cup her face. His thumbs brushed beneath her eyes, swiping away the few stray droplets before he pressed a wet kiss to her temple.

He could see (Y/n) wasn't in mass agony, she didn't have any wounds or profusive cuts or broken bones sticking out. And she clearly wasn't crippled with agony from any internal wounds, if that was the case he knew she would have called 911. But he didn't like the thought of her having to wait for him to come home when she was hurt.

He understood. Having multiple strangers trying to grab and help her when she was naked wasn't an ideal situation and Tommy didn't like that thought either.

At least if it was him or Eddie or Evan, no strangers were getting an eyeful of their girlfriend and she was safe and comfortable this way.

"Okay, okay honey, I'm sorry." He kissed her temple again and gently tilted her head back so he could peck her lips. "What about the baby? Are you having any pains?"

(Y/n) leaned her cheek on Tommy's arm, watching the way his nose crinkled as he let go of her face so he could trail his hand down her side. He tossed the towel towards the other end of the bath so he could see her stomach and trace his fingertips along her bump.

She didn't flinch away from his touch and he couldn't feel anything such as a hernia or unusually warm patches indicating a bleed. All of that was a good sign.

"No, no pains. They're moving, t-that's good, right?"

"Yeah, that's a good sign. What about your ankle, can you move it at all?"

Tommy leaned his abdomen over the edge of the bath so it dug uncomfortably into his skin. He managed to stretch and pepper a few kisses to her stomach before he pushed up on his knees so he could check her legs and her ankle.

She had no other cuts or bruises and her right leg seemed fine which was good. But when he tried to touch her ankle, her leg jolted and spasmed away from his touch and she cried out. Her nails pierced into his bicep as she started to shake.

"I can't, it kills."

"Alright, then I'm gonna have to take you to hospital to get that checked, and make sure bubba's okay."

He pulled away from her ankle, not wanting to touch and assess it and cause any unnecessary pain. He needed to get her down to the hospital, she would need an X-ray and someone to see whether she had torn any ligaments or not. And he wanted to get the baby checked over, feeling movement was good, but there could still be complications or problems from a fall.

"I can't get up," (Y/n) whispered quietly while her eyes stayed focused on Tommy's bicep.

She didn't want him to have to lift her out the bath, but she didn't have much choice. She needed help and if she couldn't even touch her ankle, there was no way she was going to be able to stand up and put any weight on it either.

"That's why you've got three firefighters who can carry you if you fall." His lips formed a soft but nevertheless cheeky grin and he carefully held her wrists and looped her arms around the back of his neck. "Okay, let's get you out of here, honey."

(Y/n) leaned forward, burrowing her face into Tommy's shoulder. She didn't like the thought of any of the boys having to carry her anywhere, it made her feel like a burden.

She felt Tommy's arm curve around her waist and his other arm slid beneath her knees, but the feeling of his lips against her temple made (Y/n) relax into him. She tried not to tense too much while Tommy stood up, not huffing or straining at all when he lifted her up.

Her back was going to be sore after this and (Y/n) wouldn't be surprised if it seized up later. Her fingertips pressed into the back of Tommy's neck and she shivered as he smiled softly against her skin.

He took a few steps away from the bath and twisted to the side before he bent his knees and gently lowered (Y/n) down to sit on the toilet.

"I'll grab you some clothes, then we'll get you to the car, okay?"

When she nodded, Tommy gently cupped her chin, tilting her head back enough so he could attach his mouth to hers. His lips felt soft against the chapped edge of (Y/n)'s lower lip that she had picked and bitten out of anxious habit. And she knew Tommy sensed it when his tongue glided across her bottom lip and he pulled it between his teeth.

She could still feel his fingers on her skin when they pulled apart and he left the bathroom.

Her arms bound around her waist as a shiver tore down her spine. She feathered her hand up and down her stomach, feeling the baby practically coming to life, wriggling and kicking until (Y/n) wanted to be sick. She tilted her head down and closed her eyes for a few seconds.

The back of her head was still throbbing from where she caught it on the edge of the tub and (Y/n) was sure she had a lump forming beneath her hair. God, she hoped she hadn't broken her ankle. She prayed it was just a sprain or a pulled tendon because she really didn't want to be hobbling round with a pot on her ankle. Not now. She couldn't be put out like that, at least with a few pulled muscles or just a sprain, the most she would need was a foam boot for support and maybe some crutches if she was unlucky.

"Okay?" Tommy murmured when he walked back in and crouched down in front of her legs.

She lifted her head and managed a pained smile, whispering thank you when he handed her one of Eddie's shirts and her bra. She was careful not to touch the back of her head and she hummed when Tommy kissed her stomach before helping her drag the hem down over her bump.

Her hands moved to her thighs and her lips rolled together when Tommy tried to get her underwear and a pair of his pyjama shorts over her feet.

"Oow." She gripped his shoulder, trying to hold still but tears drenched down her face all over again and she shuddered and coughed when he pulled them up to her thighs.

"Sorry honey, sorry." He pecked her thighs and moved her hands to hold his shoulders so he could grip her hips.

Tommy murmured a soft 'one, two three' before he helped her up, waiting until (Y/n) was balanced on her right foot before he slid his fingertips down her thighs. He could feel her shivering beneath his touch and it made him smile. He dragged her underwear up and settled the shorts just beneath her bump.

With a kiss to her temple, Tommy shifted them round so he was stood behind (Y/n) with his chest flush against her back, allowing her to lean back on him for support.

She reached her hands down to hold onto Tommy's arms while her body tilted to the right, keeping her weight balanced on her right leg. Her left leg bent up behind her so her foot was hovering above the ground.

This wasn't going to be easy. (Y/n) took a deep breath and tried to move forward, leaning as little weight as possible onto her toes on her left foot, but it didn't work. Such a small weight made her knee buckle and had sparks shooting up her nerves, igniting her ankle and foot with a white hot pain that made her cringe.

"Honey…" Tommy drawled quietly, giving her hips a squeeze when he saw how much pain she was in.

He arched a brow and sighed when (Y/n) tried to shuffle and hop on her right foot. This was going to take hours if she was going to try and hop around like this. She was pregnant and clearly in pain, (Y/n) wasn't in any fit state to try hopping and unbalancing herself like this to try and be independent.

"I can do it-"

"Honey, if you think I'm gonna let you hop on one foot when you're nearly seven months pregnant, you can think again. Either I carry you or you damage your other ankle, now what's it gonna be?"

The gritty tone in Tommy's voice had (Y/n) shivering and she reached out for the door to steady herself before gingerly looking up at him over her shoulder. Maybe having some help might be a better idea. He was right, she was going to hurt herself and Tommy was going to pick her up whether she agreed with him or not.

She sighed and lowered her head down until her face was pressed into Tommy's chest. She turned in his arms again and pushed up into his chest, feeling his hands trail across her bum, going down until he hand a good grip on the back of her thighs.

He lifted her in one swoop, holding her waist on his torso with her legs sat on his hips, trying to be careful to keep her left leg extended so it didn't catch on anything. (Y/n) looped her arms tightly around Tommy's neck and tucked her face into his shoulder, nudging the collar of his shirt out the way so she could attach her lips to his neck.

"You know I can carry Evan, right? You and bubba are no match for him. He's heavy." Tommy spoke quietly into her hair as he made a beeline for the front door. He didn't want (Y/n) worrying or thinking he or the boys couldn't help her.

All three of them could lift her up no problem and Tommy would rather carry her than risk her hurting herself or the baby.

He made sure he had his phone and wallet in his back pocket before he grabbed his keys and walked out the front door, his girl safe in his arms, clinging to his chest.

***

"Hey babe, you both okay? You said to call." Eddie leaned his shoulders back against the locker, folding one arm over his chest and propping his foot up behind him on the locker.

He could feel his chest heaving and his throat was burning, desperate to go and get a drink. But just out of habit, he checked his phone when he got changed in the locker room. A missed call from (Y/n), two missed calls from Tommy and a text saying:

'Call me when you're on break please. X'

That was enough to get Eddie on edge and cause panic to surge through his chest and dwell in his stomach. It didn't sound good. Tommy never usually asked to call when they were on shift, it was usually Evan trying to ring either of them because he had some interesting fact or some exciting news he couldn't wait to explain.

"Yeah about that, babe… we're in the emergency room right now. There's been an accident."

Eddie felt like his heart had turned into a drum. Each heartbeat physically pained him and he could feel the blood pounding in his neck and rushing round his head and down to his gut.

He reached his hand out and smacked Evan's shoulder when his partner was about to walk past him. He watched Evan's head snap to the side and a frown pulled at his lips as he looked at Eddie, brows furrowed, questions burning in his eyes.

Walking forward, Evan slouched his left arm against the locker and leaned until his chest was pressing into Eddie's arm. He perched his chin on his partner's shoulder, mumbling a quiet "Who is it?" as his chin ticked towards the phone.

"Tommy, they're at the hospital." Eddie tried not to roll his eyes when Evan's head tilted up so fast he almost clocked Eddie in the nose. "Babe what happened?" He tried to listen closely for Tommy's reply but he huffed, locking his jaw when Evan grabbed the phone off him and set it on speaker.

"What's wrong? Are you both okay, babe what's going on?"

The nerves in Tommy's stomach swarmed like butterflies when he heard Evan's panicked, high tone come through the receiver.

"(Y/n) had a fall in the shower, her ankle's messed up so I brought her down here. She's had a scan, the baby's fine. They're gonna send her for an X-ray soon so don't go panicking-"

"We'll be there in fifteen minutes."

Leaning her head to the right, (Y/n) nuzzled her cheek against Tommy's arm and wrapped both hands around his bicep. She felt his other arm curve around the back of her shoulders and he leaned down to kiss the top of her head. But both of them looked up when the door opened and heavy footsteps pounded into the room.

Evan had his left hand tangled in Eddie's, tugging to the point he was about to dislocate his partner's shoulder. Eddie sighed when they were finally in the room and he didn't have to be dragged along by one of his boyfriends like a puppy on a leash. He shook his hand out at his side, trying to get some feeling back in his fingers.

"Are you okay?" The words tumbled past Evan's lips as his chest heaved and he finally let go of Eddie's hand so he could stand beside the bed.

He reached out for Tommy's shoulder and planted a quick kiss to his cheek, giving his shoulder a squeeze before he looked down at (Y/n). Her clothes were mix-matched, a plain white top and some dark purple shorts, both of which belonged to the boys. Her hair was tied up messily with damp strands hanging loose around her face.

The pain was evident in her eyes, but she looked calm considering they were all in the hospital. None of them liked being here, all four of them had bad experiences with hospitals.

"Dios, mi amor, how bad did you fall?" Eddie breathed through each word, frowning when he looked down at her ankles.

She was sat upright on the bed in the middle of the assessment cubicle with her left ankle swollen three times its usual size. Her foot was also enlarged, both legs were shaking and Eddie noticed a black cast boot in the corner of the room. He could only presume she had been for the X-ray and that there was clearly some damage done.

When Evan heard Eddie's words, he twisted to the right and looked down at (Y/n) ankle. His lips scrunched up, his nose twitched and he visibly shuddered at the sight. That didn't look good. That wasn't a good combination with a pregnancy.

"Is it broken?" He didn't want to ask and he wasn't sure he was going to like the answer. His puppy dog eyes looked up at Tommy rather than (Y/n) who still looked shaken up and he had a feeling if it was broken, (Y/n) would try and play it down.

"No, thank God. Torn ligament though, three weeks in a boot." Tommy pointed down towards the boot (Y/n) was going to be confined in for the next month.

He knew she wasn't going to be happy, and it wasn't going to be easy for her since she was pregnant and they all had Chris to look after. But it was much better than a break and needing a pot. At least the boot could be taken off, (Y/n) wouldn't need to wear it twenty four seven, it could come off when she was resting and she needed to be resting more than usual now.

(Y/n) dropped her eyes down to her hands no her lap and focused on dragging her nails up and down her thighs until she felt the bed creak on the left. Her gaze stayed intently on her hands until Eddie reached out to tangle their fingers together.

The way he looked at her made her stomach flip. One brow arched, a hint of a smile playing on his lips but it was so soft, so caring and understanding. He gave her hand a squeeze and grazed his fingertips over the back of her knuckles.

"How you feeling?"

"Sore." Her arms pinned to her sides and her head leaned to the side when Eddie tilted in close.

He let go of her hand so he could brush his fingertips along her jaw but when he went to cup the back of her head, (Y/n) couldn't help but wince. Her teeth sank down on her lower lip and she cringed, feeling his fingers brush over the tender spot at the back of her head.

"Did you hit your head too?" Concern dripped from his voice as he leaned over until his chest was less than an inch away from hers. (Y/n) could see and feel each breath Eddie took as he tried to examine her head without causing her any further discomfort.

"You didn't tell me that."

(Y/n) looked up at Tommy through her lashes, giving him her sweetest smile while he swatted his hand down against her thigh with a quiet tut.

"I'm okay, I just wanna go home… can we go?"

"Are we sure you and bubba are alright?" Evan leaned over, arching his lower back out into Tommy while he pecked (Y/n)'s lips and moved his hand to her stomach. He and Eddie hadn't been here when (Y/n) had her ultrasound, they wanted to know for sure and be certain that the baby was okay before they thought about taking (Y/n) home.

A shiver tore down Evan's spine when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders and he grinned when Tommy's lips attached to the back of his neck. Right in the centre that acted as a button to turn Evan's nerves to jelly. He cast a glance over his shoulder while Tommy squeezed his shoulders and smiled.

"We're just waiting for discharge papers, the scan was clear. No bleeding and a strong heartbeat."

Tommy had been a little more than surprised that the scan had shown no problems at all. There was no bleeding, no fluids lost, the baby hadn't even moved and the placenta was in tact. Everything was fine when Tommy had been expecting some sort of problem, he thought a fall and a harsh landing like (Y/n) took would have jostled or unsettled the baby.

They were all lucky, no complications and thankfully no broken bones, all they needed was a doctor to sign them off and the four of them could head home.

"I guess this means no more showering alone, huh?" (Y/n) sat up a little straighter on the bed, watching with a blushing smile as Eddie reached for the boot to help get it on her ankle without too much discomfort.

The three of them shared a look before their eyes found their way back to the girl who held all their hearts in her hands.

"You kidding? This means you're not leaving our sights for the next month, baby girl."

[weirdfangirly]

Little Red Light—+18

Dark Fiction

dark!Joel x reader // dark!Tommy x reader

Warnings: dub-con/non-con, sex work, sexual exploitation (reader is being filmed against her will), dark Joel & Tommy, drug abuse (cocaine), drinking, name-calling, spanking, humiliation & degradation of reader, description of injuries & blood, cum-shot, face-fucking, blowjob, kissing feet, face-slapping, dark themes…

Summery: In a rundown motel, reader finds herself in an nightmarish encounter with Joel and Tommy. Trapped in a cycle of abuse and degradation, she struggles to escape the grim reality of her life as a prostitute, haunted by the consequences of her choices

A/n: please like, share and leave a comment! It honestly is my only motivation to keep writing. This is dark, very long and very depressing. Much fun xoxo

In the eerie silence of the night, you stood hesitantly before room 23 of a shady motel, its flickering red neon sign offering you a pale glimmer of confidence in the desolate landscape.

Wearing a coat that failed to shield you from the biting cold, your wrestled with a mix of anticipation and worry.

Tonight marked the beginning of yet another miserable dance with your fate as you mentally prepared yourself to meet your first client of the night.

You hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to knock on the door.

*knock*

*knock*

*knock*

“Let’s get this over with.”, you thought.

Moments later, the door cracked open, revealing a man who’s weathered face painted with lines of hardships.

The man’s rugged features softened slightly as his stern eyes landed on you, his gaze betraying a flicker of empathy.

Your soft features were the prettiest sight he’d seen all week. A pretty little thing.

“Come in.”, the man’s voice, gravelly yet strangely comforting, broke the silence of the night.

He went by the name of Joel Miller.

With a cautious nod, you stepped inside. Your footsteps echoing softly against the floorboards.

The door closed behind you with a soft *click.*

As soon as you stepped in, a wave of musty air assaulted your senses, carrying the unmistakable scent of neglect and decay of the room.

“It smells like an old ladies house.”, you thought.

Your gaze swept across the room, taking in the sight of dilapidated furniture that sagged under the weight of years of use and abuse—a sight that reminded you of yourself. Once a joyful child with a promising future, now your inner lights dimmed by the harsh realities of life.

The bed was adorned with stained sheets that bore the telltale marks of countless forgotten encounters—Before long, you would add your own imprint to the fabric.

This thought left you deeply depressed.

It was only now that the shadows of the room revealed another man seated in the corner of the room…

His presence imposing, he sat with quiet confidence. Clad in white wife-beaters & faded jeans his thick black curly hair framed a rugged face. His mustache highlighted his stern expression, adding to the mystery of his presence.

His gaze—dark and inscrutable—met yours.

Irritation swept across your face, you turned back to Joel “I don’t do threesomes, sir.”, you said firmly, but your voice betrayed a hint of worry.

Joel’s expression hardened.

You couldn’t help but noticed the stark contrast between your ages…The lines etched into Joel’s face telling a story of a life lived long and hard. In contrast your own features still bearing the softness of youth. It was your eyes though that exposed how brittle and weak you really were.

“I’ll pay you extra.”, he said.

The offer hung heavy in the air.

Joel reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He held out the money to you.

Temptation aroused deep within you. It was more money than Dean—your boyfriend—expected you to bring back home tonight…

With trembling hands, you reached out to the money. The crisp bills feeling foreign and heavy in your grip.

As Joel’s gaze bore into yours, you felt a pang of guilt nagging on your conscience. You could feel that accepting this money came with an unknown risk.

You didn’t know those men. They could be bad.

There was a hint of danger lurking behind the shadows of this transaction—But in this moment, the promise of financial security outweighed the nagging voice of doubt that whispered in the back of your mind.

You nodded, accepting his offer. You put the money inside your handbag.

It was sealed.

Joel’s features softened. He triumphantly looked over to the other man in the room—his younger brother, Tommy.

Their silent conversation went unnoticed by you.

“Can I use the restroom, please?”, you asked, voice quivering slightly despite your attempt to sound composed. The weight of uncertainty pressing down on you.

You’d never done anything with two man before...

With a nod, Joel gestured towards the bathroom door.

You made your way to the small, cramped bathroom. In an attempt to shake off the unease you splashed some water on your face and took a deep breath to steady your nerves.

“Get it over with.”, you told yoursel.

You peeled off your coat, revealing the slutty attire your wore beneath. It was by no means modest and clung to your curves like a second skin.

Dean made you wear it, saying that men liked to see a pretty girl in a dress too small for her.

Despite the dim lights, you felt exposed and vulnerable. With trembling hands you smooth down the fabric of the dress, your fingers tracing the patterns of the dress as if seeking reassurance in their familiarity.

Taking a deep breath, you told yourself that you got this, that you would face whatever was awaiting you with courage. You’d squared your shoulders and walked out of the room.

As you emerged from the bathroom, the dim light of the room cast a subtle glow over you figure, highlighting the obvious differences between the men and you.

Joel and Tommy who’s gaze locked onto you. Their gaze lingering hungrily as their minds raced with illicit thoughts…

They didn’t saw you as a person, but as an object for their lust and greed. It was about power and control to them, about profit, and you’d just accepted their offer; cash in exchange for your bod.

Tonight you belonged to them.

Unaware of their true intentions, you offered them a shy little smile. Despite how nervous you were, you refused to let fear consume you.

But it all came crashing down on you when your eyes landed on the camcorder attached atop a tripod. Its lens pointed directly at the bed...

Panic shot through you veins as the realisation set in: they intended to film you!

A shiver ran down your spine.

“Why is there a camcorder?”, you asked after summoning the courage to confront them about it. 

Jowls response was a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette. The ember glowing brightly in the dimly lit room as smoke danced lazily around him. With a nonchalant exhale, he met your gaze. His expression unreadable as he considered his response.

“It’s just for fun.”, he finally replied, his tone casual yet laced with a hint of something darker beneath the surface.

“I-I don’t like the idea of being recorded.”, you stated your discomfort firmly.

“You already accepted our money, baby-face.”, Tommy smiled, his deep voice cutting through the air like a knife. “There is no backing out of this.”

It was only now that you recognised the undeniable resemblance between Tommy and Joel. The only difference between them was that Tommys eyes held a glimmer of youthful vitality, untouched by the weight of the world that seemed to burden Joel’s.

They were brothers, you realised.

For some reason their familial ties only scared you more…

Tommys words had landed a heavy blow on you. You realised that you were trapped Your fate sealed by the very desperation that had driven you into the men’s clutches.

“Calm down,”, Joel’s voice cuts through the tense air, his voice smooth and reassuring. “We’ll only record for private use.”

Despite the foul feeling in your gut, you forced yourself to believe him. You cling to the fragil hope that maybe, just maybe, there was some truth to his words.

“O-okay.”, you nodded.

Tommy reached inside his pocket and fished out a little bag of cocaine. He started to line up the powder onto the wooden table.

“Ya want some?”, he asked you.

His offer hung heavy in the air, loaded with the promise of escape and oblivion, but you knew too well the dangers that lurked beneath its enticing facade of the powder.

It brought back memories of Dean, who’s addiction to cocaine would only fuel his violent outbursts, oftentimes directed at you.

You hoped that Tommy would react differently to the drug.

“No thank you, mister.”, you shook your head. Despite the allure of temporary relief, you couldn’t afford to lose yourself in the haze of drugs.

Tommy shrugged, leaned forward and consumed the powder through his nose—an immediate and noticeable shift overtook his demeanour. The drug infusing him with newfound energy.

You watched with growing unease.

“Is the camera rolling?”, he asked Joel with anticipation.

You knew, once the camera was rolling there was no turning back…

Joel took a swig from the whiskey bottle.

With a steady gaze Joel addressed you, his voice laced with authority as he outlined the rules for the night:

“All you gotta do,” he begun, “is to do what we say. No questions, no objections. Understand?”

His short speech echoed in the silence, each word a chilling reminder of the power dynamics at play.

“Yes, sir.”, you replied, your words a whispered admission of defeat in the face of his overwhelming dominance.

He reminded you of your father.

Joel nodded approvingly at your submission. Joel reached for the camcorder, pressing the record button with a sense of finality.

The red light blinked to life.

Tommy made his way over to the bed. His imposing figure filing the room with an aura of dominance. He sat down right in front of the camcorder, the bed creaked.

You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of attraction towards him...

His strong physic and confident demeanour stirred something within you, despite the tension and fear that hung heavy in the air.

His gaze locked onto yours. “Come here, sweetheart.”, he gestured towards himself.

You obeyed Tommys command. You approached him slowly.

When you were close enough, he reached out for your hand. His touch sent a jolt of electricity skittering across your skin.

With a gentle yet firm guidance, he positioned you between his open legs—right in in front of the lens. As you stood there, trapped between his powerful frame you felt small and caged.

“Undress yourself.”, he said and gave your ass a playful but firm smack, sending yet another jolt of electricity through your body.

With trembling hands, you begun to undress yourself.

With Joel lingering behind the camcorder, his eyes fixed on the unfolding scene, you felt a sense of vulnerability wash all over you. You were painfully aware of the fact that you were being watched, every move captured by the unblinking lens of the recording devise.

You peeled away the layers of fabric that were shielding you from their hungry gaze.

As you stood there in front of them, clad in only your skin, Tommys hands started to roam all over your body. You felt a shiver of anticipation race down your spine.

But when his touch grew more insistent—turning from playful to possessive—you felt discomfort creeping in.

His hands wandered down between you legs, rubbing along your soft cunt, making Tommys eyes nearly roll back from anticipation. You closed your eyes and relaxed into his touch.

When Tommy felt your wetness, he smiled mischievously.

“What a good little whore you are.”, Tommy said and smacked your ass again, this time much harder.

You hissed in pain.

The harshness of his smack, coupled with the demeaning label he had assigned to you, you felt your heart grew heavy. The word “whore” echoing through your mind.

Joel seemed to notice your distress.

“I think you hurt her feelings, brother.”, Joel said, a cruel smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a perverse satisfaction blossoming within him at the sight of your distress.

Tommys laughter filled the room.

“Aw, is that true?” his tone mocking, “You don’t like being called a whore?”

You stayed silent, looking down, mentally scolding yourself for getting emotional in front of them.

He kept groping your ass and tits. His colossal hands all over you, burning your tender flesh.

“You liked it better when I called you sweetheart?” Tommy asked, “wanna be our little sweetheart? Get treated like a good girl, a little princess?”

You let him know with a timid little nod.

Tommy made you sit on top of his thigh. You felt out of place being so close to him now. The rough material of his jeans dug into your soft skin, creating some sparkling friction.

“Good girls don’t whore themselves out though...”, he whispered, nose buried deep in the pit between your neck and shoulder, revelling in your feminine scent.

You smelled like vanilla to him.

You felt a wave of humiliation wash over you, the sting of his words cutting deep. You winced slightly as his hands pinched the flesh of your ass. You remained frozen in place.

“If you want to be treated good, then you have to beg for forgiveness.”, Tommy explained to you.

And then—without warning—Tommy tossed you away.

Pain shoot through you as you landed on the unforgiving ground next to his feet. Naked and vulnerable. You felt abandoned, like a discarded toy in the hands of a cruel child.

“Will you do that, little whore?”, Tommy asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Y-yes, sir.”, you nodded, yearning for any semblance of kindness. In your abandoned state, you failed to recognise the cruelty lurking behind his words.

“Take my shoes of and kiss my feet then, cunt.”

With trembling hands, you knelt before him, your fingers trembling as you struggled to remove his boots.

With a heavy heart and tears stinging your eyes, you pressed your plump lips to his feet. Your stomach churning with disgust at the act of submission.

“Please forgive me.” your voice barley above a whisper as you begged for absolution for the sins you were forced to commit

“Forgive what, cunt?”

“Please forgive me for being a..whore.”

As Joel watched the scene unfold in front of him, a sense of arousal stirred within him. His body responding to the display of power and control exhibited by his brother. The way you submitted to his brothers every whim, your vulnerability laid bare before them. It was thrilling.

“I’m not convinced—not at all.”, Tommy said after making a clicking sound with his tongue and shaking his head dismissively. “I’m not convinced that you’re actually sorry.”

Tommy rose to his full height, towering over you like a building, casting a shadow over you.

Tommy grabbed you by your upper arm, his grip tight. He guided you to lay down onto the bed, legs hanging off the edge. Your bare back was exposed to not only the men, but also the lens of the camcorder.

The uncertainty of what would unfold next hung heavy in your mind.

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Tommy reached down and unfastened his leather belt. You heard the metallic clink of his belt echoing in the dimly lit room. Tears begun to flow from your eyes, as the dread of what Tommy would to do next sank in…

“No, no please!”, you cried out.

He was about to punish you, with his belt…

The humiliation of begging for forgiveness and kissing his feet was unbearable enough, but the thought of enduring further punishment filled you with a primal fear.

“Please I am sorry, don’t do that!”, your pleas landed on deaf ears.

“It’s for your own good.”, Tommy said and clenched his fists around the belt. “You’ll feel better afterwards.”

Truth was, Tommy couldn’t care less about how you felt. He was driven solely by his own twisted desires.

You shook your head in silent protest, tears streaming down your face. You knew that there was no escape. So you brace yourself—mentally and physically—for the inevitable impact that was about to come.

Tommy raised the belt high above his head before landing the first blow upon your bare ass, sending a wave of pain through your body.

“Ah!”, you cried out.

The next strike came quick after.

And again,

and again.

and again.

Each punishing blow, the sting of unforgiving leather against your skin served as a harsh reminder of the sins you were forced to commit.

Each punishing blow, a catapult that hurled you right back to your childhood… The punishments you would receive from your father were of equally painful nature…

Each punishing blow, letting you fall further down a pit of shame and humiliation.

As the hard blows from Tommy's belt continued, your delicate skin began to show signs of distress.

Red welts formed across your flesh, the skin splitting under the force of each strike, revealing raw patches that oozed a little blood.

With each blow, the pain intensified, the sting of the leather against your already irritated skin sending shockwaves of agony through your trembling frame.

Tommys dick got rock hard by your cries and begging.

The metallic tang of blood mixed with the scent of sweat and fear in the air, a visceral reminder of the brutality of Tommy's assault.

For Tommy, it smelled like heaven.

Despite the overwhelming pain, you gritted your teeth and endured, your spirit battered but unbroken. You reminded yourself that you’d endured worse. In the darkness of the room, you clung to the fragile hope of survival, knowing that this night was not different than any other; the sun would soon rise.

At this point you’d stopped screaming, entirely. Only finding the strength to cry bitterly into the stained bedsheets.

Despite the twisted satisfaction Joel got from Tommys cruel treatment, he couldn't ignore the sight of your battered and bloodied form.

Joel knew that he had to intervene.

He raised his voice just above the chaos, commanding Tommy to stop:

“Alright, that’s ‘nough, Tommy.” his voice cut through the air like a knife, his tone firm and authoritative.

Tommy hesitated, his grip on the belt loosening as he regarded his brother with a mixture of defiance and resignation.

Relief flooded through you as Joel put an end to Tommy's assault.

As Joel extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray with a flick of his wrist, he glanced at Tommy, making him understand that it was now his turn to take control of the situation.

With a predatory hunger still burning in his eyes, Tommy settled into his seat behind the camera.

Meanwhile, Joel approached the trembling, tear-streaked you.

“Can you stand up?”, curiosity lingering in his voice.

With a heavy heart you pushed yourself up on your hands and knees, sobbing quietly. Your body trembling with pain. You pushed yourself off the bed and stood on shaking legs in front of Joel Miller.

You looked a mess. Tear-streaked cheeks and a face contorted with pain.

“Thank you, sir.”, you sobbed.

Your eyes flickered over at Tommy who was sitting in the corner of the room, not letting you out of his sight. Chest rising and falling from the adrenaline and cocaine pumping through his veins.

As you trembled in the aftermath of his brutality, you couldn't help but view Tommy as a menacing figure whose mere presence filled you with a sense of dread.

To shield yourself from the menacing gaze of Tommy, you instinctively sought refuge behind the protective frame of Joel.

It was clear to Joel that Tommy's cruelty had left its mark on you psyche and that you now—in your hopeless delusion—sought protection from him.

But by him simply placing his large hand on your fragil shoulder—its weight upon you like a heavy stone, making you slowly sink down to your knees under its force—Joel made his position of power crystal clear to you.

It came crushing down on you: He wasn’t your ally, nor your saviour.

He may had stopped Tommy from assaulting you, however he’d also watched it happening in amusement. The only reason why he’d stopped his brother was because he feared Tommy would break you too quickly…

From you kneeling position, you gazed up at Joel. Your eyes filled with a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, Joel would treat you with more kindness and compassion than Tommy had…

Joel began to unbuckle his pants—without taking his eyes off of your pretty fear-streaked face—his movements deliberate and unhurried.

He revealed his hardened cock, it was thick and veiny and looked as powerful as his presence felt to you.

You were inches away from his manhood, the scent of his arousal filling your senses. You knew what he wanted from you next.

“Open up, girl.”, he said, a simple command.

You opened your mouth and leaned forward. Joel placed his hand on your head, before guiding his cock between your plump lips. It fit only partly. You began to move your tongue, letting it swirl around him.

As the scene unfolded before him, Tommy rose from his seat, his eyes fixed on you as you serviced Joel. With trained hands, he took the camcorder off the tripod. Now taking the role as his cameraman, Tommy moved closer to you and Joel to capture a more intimate view of what was going on.

It didn’t went unnoticed by you that Tommy was filming you from up-close now, determined to capture every little explicit detail.

You felt a surge of unease wash over you, now that Tommy was so close. The pain radiating from your ass a painful reminder of how Tommy was capable of. You grew nervous.

So you made the mistake of stopping and taking Joels cock out of your mouth to voice your discomfort.

You opened your mouth to speak, but with a sudden and forceful motion, Joel's hand connected with your cheek.

*smack*

The sharp crack of the impact echoing through the room.

As you recoiled from the strike, you felt fear and humiliation wash over you. Your spirit crushed once again by the weight of his punishment.

With tear-filled eyes, you bowed her head and cried.

“Who told you to stop?”, Joel asked, sounding annoyed with you.

You just shook your head, sobbing quietly.

“Open your mouth and don’t try that again…”

You quickly let him back inside your mouth and continued massaging his member with your tongue.

“They always get so eager after a good beating…”, Tommy smiled.

Joel felt the need to spice things up. So he grasped you by your hair—firmly—and took control over the situation by setting the rhythm and pace. Fucking your mouth, asserting his dominance in every motion. With each subtle shift of his hips and every whispered instruction, Joel made you feel smaller and smaller, whilst he grew bigger and bigger. You were completely at his mercy. Glued to his crotch.

You let him fuck your mouth, gagging and coughing under his grip.

“Good job, keep going.”, Joel hissed.

You opened tour eyes and looked up at him, your vision blurred from your tears. You liked hearing him praise you. It made you feel better. You tried your best not to puke around his cock—or pass out.

Your throat was burning and saliva was flowing out of the corners of your mouth like a waterfall. You were spasm hard, trying to keep your lunch down.

Joel was so deep inside your mouth, that Tommy—and the lens of the camcorder—could see the outline of Joel’s cock in your throat.

With merciless intensity, Joel thrust into your throat, his movements rough and unrestrained.

You started to throw your fists against his muscular thighs, hoping he would back up and let go of your head.

Each forceful thrust pushed your limits.

You couldn't help but wonder how much more you could endure before reaching your breaking point.

Right when your vision had started to get black, Joel released you from his merciless grip.

You collapsed to the ground in a heap, your body trembling with exhaustion and desperation for air. Gasping for air like a desperate goldfish out of water, you lay there, utterly spent and broken by the brutal encounter.

Next you felt was Joel fisting your hair and yanking yout face up. He came all over your face. Painting your face shiny white with bis cum.

“Fuck!”, he hissed, his appearance resembled a wild animal rather than a human.

When he was done, he let you go again.

Your throat burned with the aftermath of Joel's rough treatment. Every muscle in your body ached with fatigue, your mind reeling from the overwhelming sensations of pain and humiliation. Your face covered with sticky hot cum.

You felt utterly defeated. Once again you wondered how much you could endure tonight before reaching your breaking point.

“Good job, cunt.”, Joel halfheartedly said, still out of breath and in an undeniably good mood.

“Thank you, dad.”, you whispered in your out-of-your-mind state. A flicker of longing and desperation evident in your voice. You were close to falling unconscious.

“Aw, she thinks you are her fucking father.”, tommy laughed.

Joel remained outwardly composed, but felt a hint of satisfaction at your acknowledgment of his authority.

Tommy pressed the camcorder in Joel’s hand, “Alright I have enough of this.”, Tommys word were accompanied by lifting you up effortlessly and placing you on the bed

Panic floated your senses.

"Can I…can I have something to drink?", the request a desperate plea wanting to numb your senses so that you could endure whatever would come next.

Joel handed you the whiskey bottle, and you eagerly drowned the liquid down, hunting the numbness at the bottom of the bottle.

“Jesus Christ, that’s enough”, tommy said, reaching out to retrieve the bottle from your grasp.

You let yourself fall back on the hard mattress.

Tommy lowered himself onto you, his weight pressing down on your trembling form. "Let's find out just how much you're really worth," he murmured, his sinister words directed more to himself than at you.

He gripped his already hard member in his hand, slicking it with his saliva in preparation.

You didn’t count Tommy for someone who would take his time in preparing you for penetration, so additional help was welcomed.

You reached down and rubbed your clit, in hopes to generate some wetness…

But the only thing that was acting up was your flight or fight response.

Tommy's gaze resembled that of a starved dog, hungrily eyeing you as if you were only a piece of meat.

Tommy wasted no more time lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance between your shaking legs.

With a single forceful thrust, Tommy rammed his cock deep inside you.

“Ouh!”, you whimpered, clutching his thick muscular arms for support as a jolt of pain shot through you.

Tommy wasted no time, swiftly finding a rhythm that satisfied his desires, plunging in and out of you with relentless favour.

“Ah stop!”, you cried.

Instinctively, you resisted his brutal thrusts, attempting to push him away and free yourself from his assault.

Your attempt was met with yet another harsh slap across your face, reminding you painfully of your powerlessness against Tommy.

“Keep crying, little whore, come on.”, Tommy hissed.

You shook your head and looked away, but Tommy grasped your chin firmly, making sure you couldn't look away from him, his gaze commanding your full attention.

Your body trembled under Tommy with each forceful thrust.

It could’ve been the alcohol, but eventually, your body adapted to his thrusts, the sensation becoming dull.

“Fuck, for a rundown prostitute you are tight as fuck”, Tommy pressed out in between his thrusts.

Tommys degrading words seemed to be so far away, you almost couldn’t hear them.

Your gaze drifted over to Joel, who sat in Tommy's chair, his expression a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.

As your eyes met, a wave of shame washed over you, his watchful gaze reminded you of how your father used to look at you: disappointed and full of judgment.

It felt as if Joel could see right through you, condemning you for the wrong decisions you had made, like running away with your boyfriend, Dean.

In that moment, you realized your father had been right all along, but it was too late to turn back. You had irreversibly altered the course of your life, and men like Tommy were the consequence of your choices.

Another blow struck your cheeks, catching you off guard. “Don’t look at him, he won’t safe you this time.”

After what felt like an eternity, you sensed that Tommy was nearing his climax.

It was only then that you realised that he hadn’t bothered with a condom—another boundary crossed in the course of this night.

“Please don’t cum in me.”, you sounded hopeless.

Tommy drew out of you, grabbed your hair and yanked your head off the edge of the bed. He then violently started to empty his balls on your face, mixing his cum with your tears and his brothers cum.

When he was done, he let go of your hair. Your skull arched. Your ass hurt. And your throat and vagina feeling rough and scratchy.

“Don’t worry, cunt”, Tommy begun “last thing I want is having another whore being the mother of my child.”

It was only then you noticed that he wore a ring on his finger. He was married.

Tommy allowed himself to collapse onto the bed, taking a moment to catch his breath.

You rolled out of the bed and dragged yourself into the bathroom, tears and cum streaming down your face.

You cleaned your face with water, your hands shaking. You put your dress on. All you wanted to get out of here. You had your money, but you lost the little bit of dignity you had left.

“Dean will be proud.”, you thought. You just wanted to go back to him.

Stepping out of the bathroom, your feet carried you straight to the front door, driven by the urgent need to flee.

However, Joel's words stopped you in your tracks. "Tell Dean, Joel said hello.”

With a silent nod, you turned and walked back out into the eerie night, the weight of the encounter hanging heavy on your shoulders…

[misquoted-chronicles]

Tommy: The problem is....

Tommy: *leans in just a bit closer, gaze flickering between Y/n’s eyes and lips*

Tommy: If I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop.

Y/n: *bumping her nose against his*

Y/n: *whispering* I'm willing to take that risk.

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Dessert Before Dinner

Summary: Tommy catches you sucking on a lollipop and he can’t let that go.

warnings: smut smut smut, incest, oral (female receiving), tommy creaming his pants, inappropriate use of candy, reader is tommy’s sister

The circular, hypnotizing movement of your tongue around the sugared sweet, and the way your lips curled over the tip so innocently retrieved Tommy’s longing stare from across the room.

His cock was hardening in his trousers from the poetic, sensual scene taking place before him.

Your e/c eyes scanned up, staring into his electric blue eyes with profound sexual intent.

No one seemed to notice the building desire, the fire building in Tommy’s crotch.

These were the games you loved to play, every singular day. Tommy all worked up before the family, wanting him to burst at the seams and have his way with you.

He nodded toward the stairs, a sly smirk spread across his lips as he put out his cigarette, the smoke dispelling into the atmosphere before he followed your ‘innocent’ footsteps up to your bedroom, that he was far too familiarized with for a brother.

Closing the door behind him, the cherry sucker sat sweetly between your glossed plump lips as you shed yourself of your robe.

Revealing the smooth, delectable figure of your nude body, leaving your brother breathless. You were a sight for sore eyes.

“Lay down my darling.” You did as he said. His tongue lapped over his lips when you spread your legs, revealing your dripping cunt, shining like a golden treasure in the lost sea.

He crawled on his hands and knees, stretching up toward your face between your opened legs. 

He slowly shuffled his arm, popping the lollipop out from your desirable lips, his breath hot against your face, smelling of brimstone and peppermint.

In a moment of silence, you stared at each other with animalistic eyes, his chest resting against your cleavage, his erect, enclosed member pressed tightly against your throbbing pink pussy.

“You know the rules Y/N, no sweets before dinner.” He didn’t remove his pants, instead he trailed the sugary, sticky treat down your throat, riding agonizingly slowly between your heavenly, cushioned breasts, down your naval until he reached his coveted destination.

You were unable to hold back a gasp, your head falling effortlessly to the side of the pillow until his hand pulled your chin back to face him.

He pressed the sucker against your clit, rubbing the sensitive area with the cherry dessert. He watched intently as your eyes fluttered shut, watching the breath hitch in your throat, and your chest rise slowly.

His free hand rested upon your hardened nipple, rolling the sensitive skin between his experienced fingers. “Tommy..” Your voice was heavenly, laced with arousal and desperation for your dear brother.

He dove down like a sweet serenade between your thighs, his lips connecting with your clit as he pushed the lollipop into your sweet succulency. 

“Ohh, oh Tommy..” His lips curled in desire as he watched the lollipop disappear, your walls coating the sugary sweet treat with your nectar.

You could feel the circular shaped treat rub against your sensitive skin slowly at first. 

He knew your pussy like the back of his hand, knew how to push you over the edge wanting to hear you beg him for more.

Your eyes opened slowly in a desirable gaze. Always playing the purity act, a good little girl but you both knew that wasn’t true.

“More- more please.” His eyebrows raised with infatuation, pushing the candy further in, massaging your aching core. 

His tongue twirled deep into your dripping hole, lapping up your savory, delectable cherry juices, his eyes darkening when he glanced up, watching how you were completely losing yourself. He couldn’t stop himself from grinding down for friction against the satin sheets. Your hands clutched your feathery pillow desperately, your lips agape, melodic, lustful moans escaping from the profound, overwhelming feeling of his tongue, completely devouring your beautiful, over stimulated pussy. He didn’t miss a singular beat, rotating between sucking against your lips, leaving playful bites behind as he moved to your clit.

The candied sweet, becoming coated in your slick, as he quickened his motions, the hardened dessert drilling into your tight hole relentlessly. His tongue flicking in an up and down motion, before returning to the pool of slick leaving your body, sucking you dry, covering his face, in your insatiable, soaking mess. 

“Tom- Tommy I’m gonna-“ Your ankles shifted over his legs, your body trembling as your back arched to a perfect curve, pure ecstacy running up your spine, leaving your body in a coma-like euphoria.

“F-f-fuck, oh- fuck-“ His hands clutched your thighs roughly while he devoured your alluring, eager pussy, spilling it’s drenching slik all over Tommy’s experienced lips.

He simultaneously released himself, his moans pressed against your pussy as his warm seed spilled out in his underwear in a sticky, poetic mess.

Pulling the sucker out of your divine tunnel of pleasure, he layed the cherry sucker, coated in your mesmerizing taste of excellency, on his tongue, sucking up the remnants.

You watched his motions in a trance, his blue eyes turning a devilish, frigid shade of blue when he leaned down, locking eyes in a wistful, fucked out haze. “Let’s go to dinner shall we?”

[ps5captures7]

ELLIE WILLIAMS in The Last Of Us Part II (remastered) [2024]

Captured on PS5, By Me

Capture dates - ??

Post date - Monday, 6th January 2025

all likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated<3

[milla-frenchy]

Smack my b*tch up | Masterlist

Joel Miller x fem reader x Tommy Miller x raiders

Moodboard by @iamasaddie 🤍 (pics for mood only)

Main masterlist | Spotify playlist | ao3

series summary: you’ve been kidnapped by raiders, Joel is their leader. Women who don’t “behave” are locked in a place you call “the shithouse”. You live in your own house, “freely”. Tommy and the guards have free use of the women in the camp, while respecting Joel's strict rules.

series warnings: 18+ mdni. Dead dove/noncon/dubcon - dark Gangbang, threesomes, dp, dvp, ff, dirty talk, degradation, angst, rough sex, praise kink, size kink, oral, 69, spanking, spitting, anal No age specified This is a dark series. Please, check the warnings in each chapter

Part 1 - Smack my b*tch up Part 2 - Omen Part 3 - Firestarter Part 4 - Thunder Part 5 - Breathe Part 6 - No good (complete)

[explicit warnings in each part]

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Tommy x Joel x Reader: Sharing is Caring

Mature content ahead

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, threesome, sub and dom (kinda), nipple play, blowjob, dirty talk, use of pet names, sexual content, description of sexual relations, cum eating, Oral(Female and Male receiving), creampie, penetration (p in v ), unprotected sex, swearing, fingering, cum eating, ass fucking...

Word count: 4,8K

You’d tagged along with Joel a couple years ago. It was meant to be temporary but it turned out to be a long lasting partnership.  Ellie had been the last addition to the team. The glue that seemed to hold everything together. You’d grown used to the dinâmica. A little family of sorts. You knew about Joel’s past and he knew about yours. The outbreak had made you lose a lot of things but it had also given you Joel and you wouldn’t give him up for anything. It took a while for you two to realize your feelings for each other. The moment of realization had come a couple of months before Ellie had entered the equation. A bottle of whiskey and friendly banter had quickly turned into panicked groping and sloppy kisses. It took a week for the two of you to talk about what had happened. The talk consisted of sinful noises and whispered confessions that had led to your current agreement: no labels, just sex. And you were okay with that. 

The agreement didn’t last a month. 

Not entirely, anyway. You didn’t have a label so you kept up with that portion of the agreement but it wasn’t just sex. Sure, sex was a big part of it. But there was what happened before: the longing glances, worried words and hesitation. And there was what happened after: the cuddles, sweet whispers and sleeping in each other's arms. It wasn’t just sex it was something else but you didn’t really know what. Until you found Tommy.

Joel had been pleased to find his little brother alive which by consequence made you pleased. There was a small problem though. Tommy was an attractive man. Damn them Miller genetics. The longer the three of you stayed with Tommy the worse things got. You weren't trying to be greedy. You knew you were lucky to have Joel in your life and he satisfied you tremendously. Still, you couldn't help but let your thoughts drift to the younger Miller brother. To make matters worse Tommy seemed to always be around you. You'd often catch yourself glancing at him across the room, your eyes roaming his frame until they made their way to his face.  Tommy had caught you looking at him once. You'd turned away abruptly which had caused him to laugh.

"Starin's rude you know?"

You cursed yourself for being so obvious. You could tell Tommy was behind you from the clearness of his voice so you took a breath and turned to face him. He was a lot closer than you had expected, causing your knee to bump into his leg when you spun your chair around. The small amount of contact had sent a spark down your spine. 

"Who says I was staring Miller?'

You weren't fooling anybody. He'd caught you red handed but your pride told you to fake innocence. Tommy flashed you a smile. He had a pretty smile. Joel had a nice smile too but he didn't grace you with its presence as often as Tommy did. The younger Miller brother always seemed to be in a good mood while your partner was normally seen sulking in a corner. They contrasted with each other rather clearly and yet you found yourself desiring them both equally. Your eyes shifted from his eyes to his lips, leg bouncing lightly and hitting his thigh. He glanced down at your leg placing a hand on your thigh before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"I don't mind. As long as I get to stare too."

He was so close you could feel his breath against your neck causing you to close your eyes. When you opened them again Tommy had already made his way to the door, his eyes catching yours as he went outside.

Later that day Joel returned from some mission. His body ached from walking so much and all he wanted was to see you. He'd made his way to the room you two shared only to find it empty. Joel placed his things on the floor, closing the door as he went back out to look for you. You were making your way back to your room when someone tugged you into an alley. You almost let out a scream for help but then you noticed who was in front of you. Your eyes widened with joy as you looked at Joel.

"You're here."

"Just got back. Went looking for you but you weren't home."

Home. You loved the fact that Joel called the small, dingy and dirty room you two shared home. He'd told you he didn't much like calling it a room, for some reason it sounded weird to him. Made it feel like he didn't belong. You'd told him to call it home instead and he liked the idea. 

"I was chatting with some people. How was the mission?"

"Tiring, but let's talk about it another time."

Joel's hands wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him.

 "I missed you."

You smiled at him, hands going to play with his beard.

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

Joel gave you a wolfish grin before kissing you. You groan into the kiss allowing him to switch your position. Your back hit the makeshift wall behind you, the cold metal  making you shiver. Joel's lips trailed down your neck sucking on the skin near your ear.

"Joel uh someone could-uhm-see."”

"Shh baby girl, just enjoy."

Joel's hand trailed down your body toying at the button of your pants. You leaned your head back staring at the sky as Joel reached his hand into your pants. Joel grinned as you moaned at the feeling of him toying with your folds.

"Wet already?"

"I missed you too."

"Was only gone a couple of hours, baby."

"Well i'm needy."”

"Yeah you are, my pretty girl always desperate for my attention, hum?."

"Always-uh- always. Joel please…"

"Tell me what you want."

"Touch me. Fuck me with your fingers."

"Jesus christ."

Joel's fingers entered your pussy causing your head to snap up as you moaned. You leaned your head against Joel's shoulder widening your legs for him as he fucked you. You opened your eyes expecting not to see anything other than the wall in front of you. Instead you were surprised to find eyes.

Tommy's eyes.

Your mouth opened to whisper to Joel but Tommy was faster. You watched him raise his finger and place it against his lips signaling for you to stay quiet. The right thing would have been to tell Joel but your orgasm was clouding your judgment and the idea of Tommy watching his brother get you off flipped something in your brain. You kept eye contact observing the way Tommy's eyes traveled down your body slowly. Your lips parted in a muted moan as Joel sped up his movements. Tommy's hands went to his crotch readjusting his member in his jeans. You gripped onto Joel's shoulder biting into your lip as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"That's it honey. Let go.”

"Fuck Joel.”

You orgasm washed over you body sagging in Joel's grip due to the amount of pleasure. Joel worked you through it, his arms keeping you upright as you recovered. Once you caught your breath and recovered the feeling in your legs you opened your eyes expecting to see a familiar pair of eyes though the crack in the wall.This time instead of finding Tommy's eyes gazing at you you were greeted by the view of wood boards. You felt slightly disappointed. Joel seemed to notice your lost gaze turning to see what you were staring at. His eyes found the gap in the makeshift wall, a curse leaving his lips.

"Gotta tell someone to fix that."

His gaze came back to you, hands going to move a piece of hair out of your face.

"Guess you were right about someone being able to see us. To bad we didn't have an audience they would have gotten quite the show."”

Sweet innocent Joel, if only he knew.

A couple of days had passed since your little performance for Tommy. A part of you wanted to tell Joel the truth but another part liked sharing a secret with Tommy. The two of you would catch each other's gaze from time to time. The air around you heavy with unspoken desire. Neither of you spoke with each other about it though. It was almost as if by talking about what had happened you'd be confessing to the whole town.

You'd started to wonder if Tommy's silence meant he regretted doing it. You didn't and in your mind you'd let that be really clear but considering you hadn't said any of this aloud to Tommy it was understandably that he was reluctant. You'd started thinking he was just going to act like it had never happened until he said something that surprised you. You were cleaning a glass in the bar minding your business as you watched the men play pool. You haven't been paying much attention to their conversation until you heard Tommy's voice, head snapping up to look for him.

"That's my drink Matt."

"Shit Tommy my bad."”

"It's alright. Around here we share."

Tommys eyes found yours across the room, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he grabbed his glass from one of the men and took a sip. Your lips involuntarily parted as you gazed at him. If it wasn't clear before it sure as hell was now. Tommy Miller wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

You went on with your day doing chores and helping people around town. To the outside world you seemed normal but inside your brain was working a mile and hour, the sound of Tommy's words playing on loop. Once you finished you made your way home, a small sigh leaving your lips as you closed the door.

"Hey honey."”

You froze at the sound of Joel's voice turning at your heels to look at him.  He was leaning against the doorframe, his expression serious. Well shit. Joel only used that look with you on two occasions: when he was mad at you or when he was feeling extra dominating. You had no clue which was the case so you decided to go for a neutral approach.

"Hey baby. Been home long?"”

"Not too long. Actually i was having a really interesting conversation.”

You took off your coat hanging it on the coat rack.

"Oh who with?"

"Ah just Tommy"

You back stiffened hands patting your coat lightly before turning to look at Joel again. He'd moved to sit down on the edge of the bed but his expression remained the same.

"Oh what did-"

"We need to talk."

"Okay."

Joel patted the spot next to him silently asking you to come to him. You did as he asked, eyes stuck to the floor as you moved.

"Tommys been telling me some interesting stories and as much as I love my brother he's always had a bit of an imagination." 

You took a shaky breath in, your eyes moving to look at Joel.

"So I want to hear it from you."

Joel grabbed your hand, his thumb caressing your palm lightly.

"I ain't gonna be mad. But I gotta know the truth. Okay honey?"

"O-okay."”

"You been flirting with Tommy?"

You nodded.

"Alright. That day, in the alley, when i fucked you with my fingers."

You cringed slightly at Joel's bluntness.

"Did you see Tommy watching and not tell me?"”

You closed your eyes and nodded again.

"Okay last one. And this is the most important one so tell the truth." 

You braced yourself for the question, biting your lip nervously.

"Do you get of on the idea of Tommy fucking you."

You started to nod again when you heard a voice from somewhere in the room.

"Need verbal confirmation darlin'."

Your eye snapped in the direction of the sound, eyes finding Tommy's frame in the dark. You look back at Joel expecting him to be angry but once you looked into his eyes you realized there was a hunger hidden in them.

"It's alright honey. Answer Tommy."”

You looked back at the younger Miller as he rose from his position and made his way closer to you. Gosh he looked good. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned and his hat made him look intimidating. You breathed in a smile gracing your lips.

"Yeah i get off on the idea of you fucking me." 

"Fucking hell."”

Tommy's hands moved to his crotch, adjusting himself in his jeans. You liked the effect you had on him. Your gaze returned to Joel whose eyes hadn't left your frame.

"I like the idea of you sharing me."

"Jesus honey."

Joel let out a chuckle at your confession. It was a desperate sort of laugh. The kind of laugh you'd let out when someone said something absurd and you agreed with them but didn't want to let them know that. The type of laugh you'd give when your friends told you your crush likes you back. A laugh of hope. Joel fucking Miller was into the idea of you getting turned on by the thought of him and his brother absolutely ruining you. You never felt more relief in your life. 

Before you'd even realized what you were doing you made your way to Tommy, your hands reaching to grab his hat from his head and placing it on your own.

"So what do you say cowboy you gonna rock my world or what?"

Tommy's gaze snapped over to his brother, his eyes asking for permission. Joel looked at you, watching the way your body buzzed with desire before turning his gaze back to Tommy and nodding. A grin spread over Tommy at Joel's approval. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a smearing kiss. Your hands weaved around his neck as you deepened the kiss. Tommy grabbed your head for better support causing his hat to fall off. His hands made their way into your hair tugging lightly as he kissed down your neck. You moaned as Tommy sucked at your skin making him smile against you.

"Love the noises you make darlin'."

"Ah Tommy…"

You throw your head back, giving Tommy better access and allowing you to look over at Joel. Your jaw slacked as you moaned. Joel remained seated but his legs were slightly spread allowing you to see his hard on. You reached down to grope Tommy's dick through his pants causing him to hiss against your neck, his teeth scraping against your throat. Joel unzipped his pants, his hands reaching into his underwear. You watched as Joel's cock sprung out of his underwear groaning at the sight.

“Like what you see honey?”

“Yeah Joel.”

“Show Tommy how good you make me feel.”

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me, focus on him.”

You glanced at Tommy, your confidence skyrocketing at the lust in his eyes.

“Wanna fuck my mouth baby?”

“Yes ma'am.”

You smiled at Tommy, your fingers moving to unbutton his shit.

“You gonna be a good boy for me?”

Tommy nodded eagerly. You weren’t used to being in a dominant position Joel usually played that role. You’d be lying if you didn’t understand why he enjoyed it so much.

Once Tommy's shirt was completely unbuttoned you stepped back.

“Take your pants off.”

Tommy did as you asked, reaching to remove his belt as you made your way over to Joel.

“Hey honey.”

“Hey baby.”

You leaned down to give Joel a passionate kiss. Your hand made its way to where Joel's dick was, giving him a couple strokes.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

You hummed in confirmation hand moving in a steady pace.

“How about you?”

“I'm not used to not having you all to myself.”

You stopped stroking Joel, leaning back to look at his face.

“Are you sure you're okay with this? If it bothers you we can stop.”

Joel smiled at you. You were always putting others before you. It was something Joel had always admired about you.

“Don’t worry about me. If you're enjoying yourself then so am i. Even if it means sharing you with this fool.”

“Hey now.”

You laughed giving Joel one last stroke.

“I love you Joel.”

“Love you honey. Now get your butt over there.”

Joel gave your ass a slap as you made your way to Tommy. Your eyes traveled down to Tommy's unclothed dick. It was a bit thinner than Joels but about the same size so you knew you wouldn’t have a hard time giving him head. You placed your hands on Tommys shoulders, shoving his shirt off his body before placing a kiss to his chest. You licked a line down his body as you went to your knees. Tommy bundled your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you kissed his tip.

“Remember be a good boy and i'll reward you.”

“What type of- Jesus christ!”

You took Tommys dick into your mouth before he could finish speaking. His hips moved in their own accord, fucking your mouth in a steady rythm.

“Fuck darlin’.”

“Feels like heaven doesn't it Tommy?”

“You’re one lucky man Joel.”

You reached a hand into your pants rubbing your clit as you sucked Tommy off. You moaned at the stimulation making Tommy curse at the vibration. You relaxed your jaw as best as you could allowing Tommy to throat fuck you. Your eyes remain glued on his face as he moved, watching the pleasure in his features. His eyes were closed, brows furrowed in concentration. Tommy opened his eyes, glancing down to look at you. The sight of you almost choking on his cock caused him to groan as his pace quickened. He was close to cumming. You removed your hand from your underwear groping Tommy's balls as you gave him a hard suck.

“Ugh darlin-shit- i’m gonna cum.”

You removed your mouth from Tommy pulling your shirt off  before stroking him again. 

“Come on baby. Cum for me.”

“Ah fuck.”

Tommy's seed slipped out splattering against your bare chest as he came. You heard a groan from Joel's side of the room, eyes moving to look at him as you continued stoking Tommy through his orgasm. You watched Joel throw his head back as he came coating his hands with his juices. Tommy wrapped his hand around yours to stop you from moving it. You let go of his dick glancing up at him with a smile. He grinned down at you before kneeling down in front of you. His eyes went to your chest observing his cum run down the valley of your breasts. Tommy’s hands wrapped around your thigh tugging you into his lap before burying his face in your breasts. His tongue circled your nipple causing you to tug at his hair.

“Oh baby-ugh- so good for me.”

Tommys hips jerked up to meet your clothed cunt, the slight pleasure to your clit making you moan.

“Jesus Tommy give her a break.”

Tommy detached himself from your breasts at his brothers scolding.

“Sorry.”

You glared at Joel for making Tommy feel bad.

“It’s okay baby. I liked it. Joels just jealous cause’ he’s more of an ass man.”

Tommy turned to look at Joel

“Wait, you don’t give her breasts any love?”

You caressed Tommys hair as you waited for Joel to answer.

“She’s never asked.”

Tommy let out a scoff.

“Come on Joel. She shouldn’t have to.”

“How am i supposed to know what she likes if she doesn't tell me.”

Tommy wrapped his hands against your breasts squeezing them before playing with your nipples. You let out a moan grinding down onto Tommy.

“Because that's how she reacts.”

“Hum. Maybe you should listen to your brother more, baby.”

Joel noticed the bratty glimmer in your eyes. You were trying to toy with him on purpose. Fuck it it didn’t turn him on.

“I thought you said you wanted us to share you.”

“I do.”

“Then get your ass over here so I can get a taste of that pretty pussy of yours.”

Your thigh involuntary clenched at Joel's words making Tommy laugh.

“She liked that.”

You got off Tommy shimming out of your pants before making your way to Joel. Once you made it you leaned down to give him a kiss consequently giving Tommy a great view of your ass. He let out a low whistle as he made his way to the two of you. Joel tugged you onto his lap, his semi hard brushing against your cunt. 

“Hum Joel.”

“What is it honey?”

“Need your mouth.”

“Yeah?”

“Please.”

“Okay. Where do you want Tommy to be?”

You glanced at the younger Miller reaching a hand out to him. He took your hand helping you up from his brother's lap. You pointed to the headboard.

“SIt down over there.”

“Yes ma'am.”

Tommy gave your ass a squeeze before doing what you’d asked. Joel got up from the bed allowing you to crawl to Tommy who opened his arms to you. You laid against Tommy, your back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, his hands resting against your breasts. You bent your knees, spreading your legs for Joel who stood at the edge of the bed. Joel licked his lips at the sight of you spread out for him.

“Come on big boy. Meal time.”

Joel crawled on the bed making his way to you like some sort of predator. You desperately wanted to rub your thighs together to release some pressure but kept your legs spread. Joel took his sweet time getting to you. He used the excuse that his knees weren’t the same as before but you knew better. He was teasing you. Tommy seemed to notice your impatience so he started kissing your neck. Joel kissed his way up your leg starting at your ankle and stopping at the inside of your thigh. He sucked on the skin there making you squirm. Joel held onto your legs raising his head to look at Tommy.

“Keep her steady will you.”

Tommy nodded, his arms tightening around you. The moment Joel delved into your pussy your body became puddy in his hands. You molded yourself into Tommy his hard on proding you in the ass as Joel ate you out. You closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of Joel's lips against your folds and Tommy's hands fondling your breasts. Joel's nose bumped against your clit making you latch your hands onto his curls tugging on them as he licked your slit. Tommy nibbled your earlobe whispering sweet nothings. His voice was soft compared to the roughness in which Joel ate you out. The contrast demonstrated well the difference between the two men. You loved it. Your hips started bucking up into Joel's face as your orgasm started to grow closer. Joel listened to your moans become more intense, lifting his head to look at your blissed out face as he added two fingers at once. You launched forwards at the feeling nails digging into Tommy's forearm as you moaned.

“Please Joel i'm so close-ugh- please….”

“I know honey, I know. Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“Give her clit some attention, will you? My arm is starting to cramp.”

Joel often cursed his joints for hurting during sex. At the start of your agreement it was something he was very insecure about. He’d told you about it one day and you’d said that if he ever needed a break you’d gladly ride his face. It wasn’t the response he’d imagined but it had made him a lot less self-conscious. He couldn’t help but smile at the memory, his mind snapping back to reality when you moaned Tommys name.

“I know darlin. Let it happen.”

“Ah Joel faster!”

Your pussy clenched around Joel's fingers as he quickened his movements and leaned down to lick your pussy. Your eyes glossed over as you came, your juices counting Joel's beard. Tommy caresed your hair as your orgasm hit you leaving kisses on your forehead. Joel worked you through it, stopping his movements once you started closing your thighs, the overstimulation hitting you.  

The three of you stayed quiet for a while. Tommy massaged your shoulders while you catched your breath. Joel laid down on your thigh, his hands caressing your legs fondly. 

“You okay darlin?”

You looked at Tommy giving him a peck on the lips and massaging his scalp with your nails.

“Never better. Joel?”

“Yeah honey?”

“How’s your knee?”

“It’ll stop throbbing in a second.”

“So you’ll be okay for another round?”

You could still feel Tommys dick prodding your ass and you knew that Joel would be hard already from eating you out. 

Were you being greedy? Maybe. 

Did you give a shit? No, not really.

“Round two?”

Tommy's voice sounded so hopeful it was like a little kid being told he could have as many sweets as he wanted. 

“Well you know what they say. Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.”

“Ah shit.”

Tommys hips bucked up at your words. Joel looked up at you.

“Where does that leave me?”

“You big boy get to fuck me in the ass.”

“So fucking good for us honey.”

“A proper angel.”

Joel got up from the bed moving to get the lube out of the corner you kept it in. Tommy let go of you allowing you to get up from the bed. You stretched your limbs for a moment as you waited for Joel to return. Once he was back and Tommy had settled into a comfortable position, you crawled back onto the bed. You straddled Tommy's hips slowly grinding against his dick before positioning it at your entrance. Tommy's hands found your hips guiding you onto him. Both of you moaned in unison at the feeling of each other.

“Ah Tommy.”

“Fuck darlin you’re so warm.”

“Ugh filling me up so good baby. So fucking good for me.”

Joel came up behind you, his hand resting against your back, forcing you to arch up for him. You let Joel move you as he wished to, his thumb circling your hole before going in to stretch you out. You clamped down on Tommy's dick at the feeling of Joel easing his finger into you. Joel placed some lube in his hand coating his dick in the liquid before guiding himself into you. You felt his dick against your ass spreading your legs slightly.

“Ready honey?”

“Uh Hum”

“Tommy?”

“Fucking stick it in already Joel!”

You laughed as Tommys impatience, the sound quickly transforming into moaning as Joel's dick entered you. You kissed Tommy as Joel started thrusting, the motion making Tommy's dick rub against your walls. 

“Faster baby faster!”

“Fuck thats it.”

Joel started pistoling into your the pain he’d been feeling in his knee suddenly disappearing as he fucked into you. Tommy watched your boobs bounce up and down as his brother moved behind you, his own hips jerking up into your pussy in desperation. Your nails dig into Tommy's chest as you ground against him, the feeling of his and Joel's dick filling you up making your jaw slack. 

“ I ain’t gonna last much longer.”

“Me neither.”

“I’m close to just-ugh Joel- I need um….”

“What-fuck- baby?”

“Boobs boobs please- ughh!”

Tommy fondled your breasts, his fingers moving against your nipples.

“Fuck Tommy.”

“Like that darlin’?”

“Yeah yeah i’m-i uhm-i’m gonna-”

“Me too baby me-ugh-me too.”

With one particular hard thrust has you cumming. Your orgasm caused you to clench around Tommy's dick which spiraled him into his own. Joel kept thrusting into you until his orgasm arrived making him fuck his seed into you. You fell limp against Tommy, his arms wrapping around your frame as the two of you catched your breath. Joel pulled out and laid down in the empty spot beside you two. After some time you got off of Tommy, both of you hissing as he pulled out. The younger Miller got up searching for something to clean up with. Joel tugged you into his chest placing a kiss on your temple as you hummed.

“Thank you.”

“You could have just asked honey. Didn’t need to keep it a secret.”

“I didn't wanna risk you thinking you can’t satisfy me. Because you do. I just…” 

“Wanted to try something new?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s alright baby i get it. And I'm glad it was Tommy. I’d be worried about some other guy but I trust Tommy.”

“So you don’t mind?”

“Considering everything we’ve been through, this ain’t nothing.”

You two stayed quiet for a moment just listening to Tommy walk around the room.

“I can’t believe I didn't know about the boob thing.”

You let out a laugh.

“Please don’t make it a big deal.”

“I won’t. Guess I could still learn a thing or two from the younglings.”

“You bet old man.”

You smiled at the voices of the Millers bickering around you, your eyes growing heavy as sleep took over you.

[r-riri]

take me back to the night we met - Thomas Shelby x reader

divider by @firefly-graphics

word count 1,028

angst warning

the frosted air seeped into the thin building, grasping for any warmth the coat could savour. the unapologetic echoing sound of her shoes dug into the ever so slightly rotting wood. she walked into the common seating area seeing not one ounce of life, no colour or warmth precent, not since he walked out that night.

she picked up a smug glass filled a quarter way with only the finest Irish whiskey, now sat warm and untouched, like milk that children would leave out as a offering to the joyful idea of cheer and warmth.

if she listened hard enough she swore she could hear the glass laughing at her, in some fitful attempt to ease her growing pain the glass was discarded to the ground. the echoing shatter was silenced by the harsh rain that was thundering on to the small house that dared not to be called a home.

she watched the splatter of whiskey wet the floor disapproving, she scoffed at the sight hearing his voice rang though her head

"don't waste that, its expensive" tommy scolded the girl, as she screwed her nose up in disgust at the unwelcoming taste of the whiskey, already regretting the moment she requested something differing from her usual rum

"you drink this voluntarily? tommy darling no" the girl laughed as she pushed the glass to him waving henry over as he already served her the drink she frequented

the girl scoffed at the burning memory "fuck him" she muttered walking to the front door opening it and peering outside to ensure no one from that wretched family was around, though she quickly remembered what day it was

Thomas fucking Shelby's wedding day, to Grace, the girl who betrayed his trust and family times over

she looked up willing the tears to stay in place as she emptied her mailbox hurried as she ventured back inside to avoid the harsh weather, and to hide the tears soaking her once pleasantly made face

she wiped her eyes smudging any resemblance of looking pretty out the door, she picked the letters up seeing they were all from the same last name. the name that haunted her dreams and days. she couldn't run fast enough to escape that name.

you are formally invited to the joining of Thomas Shelby and Grace Burgess, please come to the address listed at 11 in the morning to see the beauty of love and compassion. you are formally invited by the groom

she ripped the letter up into pieces as she saw the familiar writing of a typewriter, though a genius was never needed to know she wrote the letter , she felt as if a scream was crawling up her throat. eyes stinging with burning hatred and betrayal but she forced herself to read the second letter

i expect you to be there y/n, its foolish the game you're playing. if you do not attend count yourself excluded from the Shelby's protection

she let out a small wail but swallowed the bulk of it 'im sorry tommy' . she wished she could have been there for him, see him dressed so beautifully, though she doubted he dressed any differently from usual, always so well evened. it was one aspect she adored of the man who could be described so negatively

the women felt her legs buckled under the weight of her emotions as she laid curled on the floor

"was i never good enough? i waited tommy, i watched my tommy disappear into the dark calculated man i swore i would still forever love" the woman clutched her eyes closed wanting to escape from the harsh reality of the love of her life getting married to a woman that was never going to be her

"take me back tommy, please just take me back to the night we met when you held me so tightly, back when war didn't plague your memories and when my heart was mended by your presence" she cried softly picturing the soft memories that grew between to two, the women never wished for a man any different that he, though he wished for better than her, better than the woman would ever give him.

little did the woman know whilst she laid on the ground, the man who owned her heart watched his side of the church fill with his family and closest people though he noticed, as always, she wasn't present. he watched polly meet his sight and shook her head discreetly, though he caught it. whilst he claimed grace will be the one who evaded him long enough and that she would be the one he was made to be with, his demeanour straightened up hiding his disappointment skilfully with years of practice

he wished she was here, maybe she would beg for him. maybe she would ruin his wedding night if only it meant that she craved him.

whilst the night went on, love went high, he knew he would forever regret the day he told her he didn't need her anymore, because even if he didn't need to rely on anyone but himself he knew deep down that she was forever his safety away from the memories of war and death, but he gave up on that. he couldn't expect her to beg for him back.

chaos followed the next few years, heartbreak rained on him as he lost over and over to the point where he though he was numb to the decision thrown at him until the day he got that letter. the damned letter than showed Thomas Shelby that he will forever feel the pain of his loss

you are hereby formally invited to the wedding of y/n l/n and Louis Windsor, please come to the address printed below for a beautiful noon wedding, you are formally invited by the bride

that very letter stabbed him though the heart in a way that he had never experienced, at that second he understood the reason she never came to his wedding.

if only he had the confidence to do the very thing he wished she would have done the day he married.

[thatweirdbitchjax]

Manifested

Warning: cannon typical violence, death, blood covered reader, slight spot of NSFW at the end

Reader/You: Remember when I told you guys I was manifesting that we had a fun trip?

Your Friends: nods

Reader/You: sheepishly Well, I lied.

Your Friends: tense What did you do?

Reader/You: excited I actually manifested that something crazy would happen and that would be how I met my soul mate, however I didn't know that I would lose you guys in the process.

Your Friends: relaxed So you're here to free us then?

Reader/You: giggling Oh, no! I'm here to finish you off so me and Tommy can live happily ever after. cranks Tommy's chainsaw before chopping them to bits

Your (ex)friends: screaming

Reader/You: pulls back covered in blood before looking over their shoulder at Thomas How did I do, darling?

Tommy: totally not hard 😊👍

[deadqueerboys]

Baby Fever - Headcanons

Wilbur, Quackity and Tommy. X Gn! Reader (separate).

Wilbur saying the name of his son.

SFW UNDER THE CUT

Wilbur

He was quiet for too long, walking in circles. You thought he would probably be nervous about a new concert, but it wasn't. When you walk towards him and ask him what's bothering him, he smiles. Wilbur places his arms around your waist and kisses you cheek.

"Wouldn't it be nice.. you know? Having a mini you around this house?" Wilbur is so kind about it. He seems happy but concerned about your answer. He would be a great father. He would stop anything to take care of your son/daughter. Even with him being aggressive sometimes, he knows how to take care of someone, he takes care of you!

He's up to anything. Adoption? Let's give this kid a proper house. Pregnancy? He would do anything for it. Insemination? He's ready for that! Of course, he would worry about this kid and the way they would grow up. He wouldn't let this kid have social media for a while, blurring their face on the pictures so nobody does anything wrong with the image.

The thing is, Wilbur would be a great father. He really would. He wants it, he waited for someone who loves him so much they would give him a tiny version of himself. He doesn't mind if it's a boy or a girl. He just want to hold them. Tell them everything is okay and dad is coming home to sing them a song to sleep or maybe tell them a story.

He's pretty affectionate, giving gifts, spending time with them, and bringing them to watch his shows. He writes beautiful songs about his kid, watching those pretty chocolate eyes they got from Wilbur.

Quackity

It was never really his dream. He just liked the idea. Sometimes, he thinks he's too young for that, but he's sure it would make him happy. At the bed, he can't stop at looking for pictures of himself of when he was a kid. You were almost sleeping by his side, until he goes under the covers and hugs you from behind.

"Mi vida, are you sleeping?" Quackity whispers, bringing you closer to him. He doesn't move, only laying his head on your shoulder to be next to your ear. "What would you think if I say.. I want a baby." He giggles. He's smiling, so unaware of your reaction. It doesn't matter if it's a bad reaction, he can try it later. But if it's good..

As soon as you agree, he starts to give you the options. He wanted to get ready for a kid, so he got every single cliche thing he would. He even brought two types of painting, blue and pink. He wouldn't mind using another color if you wanted, but he likes it a little bit traditional.

He would be a great father. He would he a little confused at the beginning, but he knows everything he should. He learns how to change diapers and the proper milk so the kid can eat and get strong. He likes the idea of creating a kid in a healthy way, so the first thing he tries when the kid gets on their sixth month is give them fruits.

Also would hate exposing his children, so no social media or showing the kid on stream. He allows you to post pictures with them without blurring, if it's just you and the kid. He loves showing his family how the kid got his cute cheeks but your eyes.

Tommy

He's too young for that, but he keeps asking for it. He's not very mature when talking about kids, he barely started to think about taking care of himself. He was recently single, and you, as his best friends had to hear everything he wanted to say about having a baby.

"Mate, think with me! A blonde, blue-eyed kid with the most amazing smile, this kid would be like a tiny me! And I'm good as hell." Tommy talks on your ear once again, always with the same talk about getting some random someone pregnant. He even thought about getting a baby with you or Tubbo, it doesn't have to be romantically, he just wants it.

It's really a baby fever, because in the second he starts talking about this, he won't stop. He even teases you, caressing your legs and coming closer like if he was going to kiss you. Everything is a joke to him, but he seems really focus on this thing of having a kid.

[asmutwriter]

The Gangsta's Wife (Part 16)

DESCRIPTION: You and your husband both struggle to go back to sleep after your son wakes you up

A/N: I wrote this part ages ago and I am aware that it is slightly out of character for both Tommy and Flo but also it was just too cute not to keep!

WORD COUNT: 4099

From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List  

WARNINGS: Smoking, children, jokes about murder, use of 'sir' in both sexual and non sexual way, mildy ooc Tommy, slight declaration of feelings but not really, smut, swearing, fingering, p in v, choking, brief praise, overstimulation (f receiving), creampie, aftercare, soft dom Tommy, sub reader

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story does not follow the timeline of the show

It was the very early hours of Christmas Eve Eve. The 23rd of December 1922. You hear the distant cry of Charlie. Letting out a soft mumble as you get up. Unsure of the time. Hoping his cries might falter but two minutes pass and he's still wailing at the top of his lungs. You swing your legs out the bed. Sleepily walking along the corridor. Going and creaking the door quietly open before walking into his room. You smile at him. “Hey there little man”. You pick up the crying boy. Popping him onto your hip. Hushing him as you start to sing softly. Not anything in particular. More just your thoughts in a musical manner.

Thankfully it works as he drifts back off to sleep. You place him back down into his crib. Silently going back along to bed. Climbing in next to your sleeping husband. Turning your back as you try and let sleep back into your mind.

“Is he ok?” You hear Thomas speak softly next to you. You hum in agreement. Turning so you face him. His head turned towards you as his body lay flat on the bed. You bring your hands up. Tucking them both under your cheek as you look at him.

“I think he had a bad dream and just needed comforting. He’s gone back to sleep now”. He nods. Quiet fills the room. “Tom?” You whisper his name.

“Mhmm?”

“Sorry. I just wanted to see if you were asleep yet or not”. Silence filling the room once again. You shut your eyes. Trying to will yourself to sleep. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 20. 40. You let out an annoyed huff as you hear the grandfather clock downstairs chime. You'd been trying to sleep for an hour and have had no luck.

“Can't sleep either love?” You look at Thomas. His eyes remain closed as you nod.

“I've been trying but my stupid brain wont shut off”. He opens his eyes. Sitting up. The blanket falling from his bare torso and going around his waist. He leans over. Lighting the oil lamp by the edge of his bed. Going into the top drawer by his bed. He pulls out a pack of cards. You sit up. Crossing your legs as you bring the blanket over the top of them. Your nightdress covering your torso. Watching as he shuffles. He starts dealing out the cards.

“We used to play this during France”. Once he'd laid out the cards he goes back into the top drawer. Taking out a pack of cigarettes. Taking one out he places it at the top of the cards. Putting the pack back on top of the bedside table. “Everyone would put in one cigarette. Whoever won would keep the bunch”.

“What game is it?”

“Solitaire. Do you know how to play?” You nod. He motions his hand towards you. A gesture indicating for you to start. You proceed in picking up the relevant cards. Talking as you play.

“I used to play with my dad when I was younger”. You flip over various cards. Chatting as you take it in turns. “I was so shit”

“He never let you win?”

“Oh no. He believed that a child should always earn their win. That you should never just give them it. So I lost every single time”. You smile. Glancing at him briefly before refocusing on the cards. “I was 9 when I managed to beat him. The look he gave me was priceless. I'd pay good money to re-see that look on his face”. Your smile softens. “He'd be proud of me”

“What for?”

“The fact I've just won”. You place the cards in the correct places. Finishing off the sets as you gleefully smile at him. Causing him to laugh.

“You sly woman”. You look at him and cheekily smile. Picking up the cigarette and placing it into your mouth unlit.

“Best out of three?” you speak with it hanging on your lip. Picking up the cards and starting to shuffle. Dealing them out. He grabs out another cigarette. Reaching into the drawer once again. Taking out some matches. Striking one of them. You lean forward. Letting him light the end for you before he lights his own. Wafting the lit match in a quick motion to put out the flame. He places the rest of the pack at the top of the bed.

“Winner gets the rest of the pack”

“You do spoil me Mr Shelby”. He smiles. Taking out the smoke from his lips. The two of you playing quieter as you both concentrate. The sound of cards moving and the air being filled with smoke as the night goes on. He smiles as he wins the second round. Holding what's left of the stick in one hand as he picks the cards up. Placing it back into his mouth as he deals them out. Snubbing his smoke next to the one you'd discarded a while ago.

Only a few cards remain unturned. You bite at your bottom lip. Shaking your head as you turn the next card over. Scanning over the remaining few quickly. “You're turn”. He moves a couple of cards. Turning over the next one. Smiling as he proceeds to turn over the rest and complete the four sets. Winning. You let out an annoyed groan. “Well done”. His eyes come up to look at you. Smiling as your gaze meets his.

“You are a good player. You're dad taught you well”. You scratch the back of your head. Smiling at the notion.

“We should be sleeping”. You pick up the card.

“Are you tired?”

“No. But we should at least try. Your brothers and Ada are coming round tomorrow evening and I haven't even started on the house yet. I'm so behind with everything and I don't even know how” You start shuffling the deck. Looking towards him as you shuffle. "What time are they coming?"

“Midday. With Polly”

“I thought Polly was coming Christmas eve?” He nods. Picking up the pack of cigerettes and placing them back onto his night table. You watch him. “Thomas?”

“She felt left out of the family gathering. She doesn't understand why her niece and nephews get to be here and she can't be”

“The main reason for that being because your brothers and sister don't hate me"

"Polly doesn't hate you"

"You're right. She doesn't hate me. She despises me and my very existence" he lets out a soft chuckle. "I'm surprised she hasn’t killed me yet”.

“She won't kill you”

“I saw her digging a hole a couple of weeks ago. I'm sure she's planning of disposing my body into it”. He tries not to laugh. Running his thumb over his bottom lip as he smiles at you. “Its not funny” you say. A smile creeping onto your lips. “Is she bringing her son?” He nods. Leaning backwards as he watches you. Head resting against the headboard of the bed.

“Even though she really doesn’t want him around us”

“Why? I thought she'd be happy to have her two families mixing”

“She wants Michael to stay a child. A good boy that she can mother. If he hangs around us for to long then he’ll become corrupted. Or that's what she's worried about”. His eyes flick down. Watching the cards in your hands. “I think they're shuffled enough”. You smile. Scooting forward slightly as you lean towards him. Kneeling upwards. Fanning the deck out.

“Pick a card”. You looks at you. Amusement in his eyes as he tries not to smile. “Come on. You know you want to”. You smile at him. Eyes going to the cards before back to his. He sighs. Leaning forward again. He picks a card. You look away slightly as you push the cards back to form a deck. “Look at it. Once you’ve memorised it put it back into the deck”. You hold the cards towards him. Feeling him push the item back into the pack. You look back. Looking at him. “Hmm”. You go closer to him. Straddling the ends of his legs as you lean towards him slightly. Amusement on his lips as his eyes remain unmoving. You squint at him. Over emphasizing the trick. You shake your head.

“You're good at keeping a poker face”. You lean backwards again. Taking out the two jokers left inside the packet. Holding them both up in one hand. “Luckily I have some help”. You place one on top. The other on the bottom. Both facing upwards. “These two are going to help me find your card”. His eyes go down. Holding the pack top and bottom with your thumb and middle finger. Holding it semi tightly as you chuck 51 cards into the other hand. Three cards remaining in your right. The two jokers facing upwards as one remains face down.

You place them onto the bed. The deck of cards next to it. Joker either side of the still unseen card. “Do you remember your card?” He nods. “What was your card good sir?”

“Eight of hearts”. You take the bottom of the card. Turning it. His amused look turning into a full smile as his card sits between the two jokers. Eyes going back up to yours as you neatly place the card back on top of the deck. “How did you learn to do magic?”

“My mum-" you correct yourself "step mum taught me. She was very magical in herself. She would show me and my sisters magic tricks all the time. Not just card ones either. She could make coins disappear”

“Coins disappear?” You nod. Smiling at him. Taking off your wedding ring.

“I have the ring in my hand – she would use a coin though”. You swiftly move. Keeping your hands up as it vanishes from your grip. He furrows his brow. Genuinely bewildered. His eyes looking over every surface he can see near you. Your smile grows as you bring your hand up. ‘Finding’ the item in his ear. Pulling your hand back as you hold it between your fingers. His face grows with a mixture of emotions. “I told you. I'm magic”. You wiggle your eyebrows at him. He laughs softly. Watching as you put the ring back onto your finger. “She would call it ‘Moneda Fantasma’. Translates to Phantom Coin. But it sounds cooler in Spanish”. He smiles. Nodding in agreement.

“Do you have any other tricks?”

“Of course”

“Show me”. You pick up the pack of cards. Putting the jokers to the side. Shuffling once again. Fanning them out. He takes a card. Looking at it. You move the deck closer to him. He puts the card back in.

“Would you be so kind to shuffle for me?” You hold the deck towards him. He takes them. Sitting up more as he shuffles. Passing them back to you once they’ve been shuffled. You take them. Placing them onto his lap. “Because it did so well last time” Flipping over the top card of the deck. The eight of hearts again. “He's going to help us find your card this time”. You turn the card back over. “We give him some time to search for you card before we ask him back to the top of the deck”. You tap the deck three times before turning the top card. Queen of spades. “Is this your card?” He nods again. Smiling as you pick the cards up. Placing them onto his side table. “Can you do any parlous tricks?”

“I can read peoples minds”. You raise your brow. You shuffle closer. Now sitting just below his knees. Causing him to smile.

“Show me. Please”. He rubs the gap between his eyebrows. Picking up the cards. His turn to fan them out. You pick up a card. Nine of diamonds. You put both your hands over it as you hold it close to your chest. You watch as he places the deck of cards back onto his side table. He leans closer to you. His hands resting gently onto your thighs as he keeps heavy eye contact with you. You try and remain deadpan as you look into his eyes. The soft blue digging into your core.

“It’s a high number… Not quite a royal but not far off of one”. He pauses. “No. Not quite a ten. I'd say a eight or nine though. Now is it a red or a black?” Pauses again. A soft sigh of air escaping him. “Is it the nine of diamonds?” Your jaw drops. Turning the card to face him. His eyes looking down as a smile comes over his lips. Looking back up at you. “Told you I could read minds”. You shake your head.

“How the hell do you do that?”

“Magic” he smiles. His eyes widen as he says the word. Causing you to smile as you cock your head. He smiles too. You lean over him. Placing your card onto the top of the deck. Holding onto his shoulder as you lean to keep balance. Sitting back up straight you lean back onto your heals. Still straddling his legs as his hands remain on you. You yawn. Covering your mouth with both hands as your eyes screw shut. Lifting your arms up as you stretch. He watches you. Eyes fixed on your features as you bring your hands down.

Feeling his hand move. Going to the back of your neck. Pulling you into him as his lips meet yours. You let out a satisfied hum into the kiss. Your hands going up as you cradle his face between your palms. His other hand moves from your thigh. Going to your lower back as he pulls you fully onto his lap. You chest pressed firmly against his.

His hand from the back of your neck move downwards. Trailing down the length of your spine. Slotting itself between your shoulder blades as he holds you flush against him. Moving your hands to wrap around his shoulders. Pulling away slightly. Faces no more then an inch away from each other. He moves his hand from your spine. Bringing it down. Lifting up the end of your silk nightdress. Letting it pool around your waist. Your eyes fixated onto his as he looks up at you. Moving one of your hands from around him to move down. Holding the clothing up as his fingers move delicately across the skin.

A small whine leaves your lips as he traces his finger over your clit. A faint smile coming over his face as he starts making small circles onto the nub. Your hand gripping the fabric as the other digs into the flesh of his shoulder. Imprinting your nails into the skin. You lull your head to the side. Your mouth parting as soft moans leave your lips. Fluttering your eyes shut. Feeling the ecstasy building inside of you. His hand moving on your core. Feeling him push a digit into your cunt.

“Fuck”. You breath out the cuss. Your hands go to the back of his neck. Tilting your head back. He kisses your throat. Curling his fingers inside of you as his thumb works on your clit. Your pussy fluttering around him. You let out a broken moan. Putting your head forward as you capture his lips with yours. Kissing him as your high begins to build. He brings his hand from your hip to the back of your neck. Holding it as your lips mould together. His fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "Please. Please sir". You murmur against his lips. Feeling him smiling against your skin. Feeling his eyes watching you as you come undone onto his fingers. A slow yet intense orgasm filling your body. He continues moving inside of you. Helping you ride out the high before he removes the digits. Kissing your neck again. Moving the strap of your dress off of your shoulder.

“Tommy?” Your voice quiet against the still room. He moves. Eyes able to watch yours. You feel your cheeks reddening at the unasked question.

“I-I-” You stutter out the words. Your voice going into an even quieter whisper before you speak. Eyes falling to his shoulder. "Can you... make love to me... please...". Your voice so small as those words hit his ears. Eyes glancing back up. His features remain soft as he looks at you. Not saying a word. You'd have thought that after two years of marriage you could read him better. Your cheeks go a darker shade of crimson. Shit. Why did you have to say that? Why couldn’t you have been a normal person and just said ‘put your cock in me’ or ‘I want to fuck’. Worried you'd ruined the moment with your question you look down fully. Shaking your head slightly.

“Shit" you mutter. "I'm sorry” you whisper an apology. Shaking your head. Silently cursing at yourself. Going to move off of his lap. His hands move to your hips. Gripping them. Holding you in place as he senses you movements. He stays silent. Not making a sound as he pulls you upwards. You reposition your hands onto his shoulders. Moving your legs so you're straddling him more. An arm moves around your hips. Holding you close as the other releases himself from his confines. Feeling him line the tip to your entrance. Letting you slowly sink down onto him.

A loud moan leaving your lips as he fills you. His hands go to the bottom of your night dress. Pulling the item up and over your body. Tossing it to the side. His hands run over your body. Fingers rough compared to the sweet touch of the pads dancing over your skin. Crossing your stomach. Over your chest. Down your arms. Worshiping your every curve. His eyes staying on yours. One hand going to your lower back. The other to your hip. Gently starting to move you. A slow yet intimate pace as you feel him fitting so perfectly inside of you.

He leans forward. Lips capturing yours. Your hand goes to his cheek. The other remaining on his shoulder. Your delicate noises being lost into the kiss. His hand moves from your hip. Finding where the two of your meet. Using his middle finger to rub small circles onto your clit.

“Shit”. You mutter. Moving your head into his shoulder. His hand moves from your back. Hips and fingers still working as he tenderly takes your jaw. Moving your head from his shoulder. Moving down to rest around your throat. No pressure against it. Just resting. Holding you there.

“Keep your eyes on me”. You nod. Meeting his ocean eyes. A blush creeping across your face as you keep eye contact with him. His face smiles as he watches you. The hand that was on his cheek goes to his wrist. Holding it close to you as he keeps you watching him. Feeling your high building up once again. His work inside of you plus his fingers making your orgasm build up quickly. You fight to keep your eyes on him. The adorable determined expression on your face causing him to smile. Leaning forward as he kisses you.

“Cum for me sweetheart. Let me feel you”. You let out a stifled moan. Eyes rolling back as you grind against him a couple more times. Letting the action push your orgasm over the edge. Your hands gripping onto him. Legs pushing together. “Good girl”. He coos. The praise going straight to your core. Causing you to let out a mild whine. He kisses you again. Hand still wrapped around your throat as he keeps your entire body from collapsing. Body trembling as he continues his work on your stimulated cunt.

“Please. Please Thomas”

“Just a little longer” he grunts. His gaze going down to where you two meet. “Fuck”. He mutters. His hand tightens around your throat. Feeling the bluntness of his nails digging into the skin. His hand moves from your cunt. Gripping at the flesh of your thigh. A grunt escapes his lips. Stilling your body as he cums. His seed spilling into you. You smile at the feeling. Eyes rolling into your head as you give out a satisfied moan. You gently grind against him. Helping him ride out his high. He leans back onto the headboard. Breathing deeply as he watches you. His hand falling from your throat to your leg. Resting onto it. His fingers gently dancing onto the bare skin.

 “Ok… I'm tired again now”. You open your eyes. Sleepily smiling at him. He lets out a soft chuckle as you muster up the energy to move off of his lap. You let out a soft groan. Lifting yourself off of him. Sitting next to him. He continues watching you. You push your legs together as you start to feel his seed come out of your hole. He notices your mild discomfort. Adjusting his underwear. Putting himself away before he stands up. Grabbing a small hand towel. Coming and sitting back next to you. You go to take it from him but he just shakes his head.

“Lie down”. He speaks. Voice demanding yet soft. You take a few seconds to process his words but you do as he asks. His hands gently parting your legs as he wipes the juices from between your legs. You watch the feared and dangerous gangsta care for your body. A small smile coming over your feature. Quickly shaking the warm and fuzzy feeling.

Once he's cleaned you up he gets under the covers. Covering your naked frame with them. He grabs out a cigarette. Lighting the end of it. He remains sat up as you watch his face. Leaning his head back as he looks towards the ceiling. Removing the stick as he exhales. You bring a hand out. Motioning at the item. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I won this”. He looks at you and smiles. You playfully glare at him as he draws a drag from it. Bringing it down. Letting you take it from his grip. Taking a puff of it. Retracting it from your lips as you place it back into his hand. Breathing the smoke out as you talk.

“God I'm going to miss the silence tomorrow with everyone here”. He nods. Cigarette resting between his index and middle finger.

“What time are your sisters coming?”

“Elizabeth has told me she's seeing someone in the morning so she’ll come round in the afternoon”. You turn to face him. Rolling your body. Moving the bed covers to make yourself decent as you rest your cheek onto your hands. “I think she's seeing a male acquaintance”

“Yeah?” You nod.

“She's been sneaking off a lot recently. Plus she doesn’t come round as often”

“Maybe she's just getting older?”

“Maybe…” you run your thumb over your lips as you think. “I think she's seeing one of your Peaky men”

“What makes you think that?” He looks at you. Amusement on his features at your theorising.

“I don’t know. I just think she is”

“Which one?”

“Edward. The younger one who delivered our groceries whilst we were at the safe house”. He nods. Pushing his lips together as he draws another drag. “He comes round here a lot more often then any of the others. Especially when my sister is here”. You rub your face with your hand. Shrugging. “I might be wrong though”

“Have you ever been wrong about your theories?”

“Once I thought someone was having an affair. Tried blackmailing her. Turns out she just had a new dog but her husband was allergic so she kept it a secret”. He laughs. “It made for a very awkward family meal”. You yawn. Covering your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You should get some rest”. You nod. Noticing his unmoving nature as he takes another draw from his cigarette. Hesitating a moment before reaching your hand out. Gently placing your hand on his wrist. Rubbing your thumb over the veins.

“You should sleep too”. His eyes glance to the affection. Moving he snuffs out the cigarette. You retract your hand. Placing it back to rest under your cheek. Watching as he puts the lamp out beside him. Going further under the covers. The bed covers come halfway up his torso. His arm going up and resting behind his head. Shutting your eyes as his breathing starts to deepen. Letting sleep take over you both.

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I know it's taken me a while to finally get an imagine for Tommy Kinard finished, but here it is and I hope you will all like it. Please let me know what you think.

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Tommy Kinard Masterlist

Summary: While (Y/n) is on shift with her team, lightning strikes and her team, including her partner Tommy, try to save her.

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"Go get 'em cowgirl."

(Y/n) let her hands curl around the ladder as she glanced over her shoulder at her big brother, sending a smile his way when she felt him give a sharp tug on the rope around her waist to make sure she was secured.

He reached his foot out and clicked the lock off the winch so the rope would extend.

Buck kept his hands on the ladder and stayed arched forwards, keeping his eyes on his sister as she slowly ascended up the ladder. The plan was for (Y/n) to climb onto the balcony, evacuate the fifth floor and Eddie and Bobby would go in through the lobby and make sure everyone got out. While Chimney and Hen were working with the hose, Buck was operating the winch and standing by in case he had to follow up the ladder too.

It was hard to see anything through the thick downpour. The rain was so heavy that (Y/n) couldn't see the ladder in front of her with the torrential downpour that made her helmet jutter on her head and drop the rain down onto the tip of her nose.

Her lips were drenched, her lashes were fighting off the rain and every inch of her skin was starting to shake from the low temperature.

"Bloody rain," She muttered to herself as she reached the end of the ladder and took a quick glance around.

(Y/n) tilted her head over the side of the ladder and let herself look over the edge.

She found Bobby rather easily despite being high up near the fifth floor and she smiled. He had been a father to her and Buck since they first joined the team. Bobby was hanging back, waiting to guide everybody out and they needed Hen and Chimney to put some of the fire out first before they went in. (Y/n) nodded when she saw Bobby give her a thumbs up, the silent go ahead she needed so she could proceed into the building.

But her body tremored and she slumped forward and hunkered down when a horrid noise tore through the sky. Her eyes lifted and her head snapped up towards the sky but all she could see were thousands of white droplets raining down from the heavens. The sky was a misty blue mixed with swirls of black like a canvas with only a few swirls of clouds to be seen through the rain.

"Was that lightning?" (Y/n) curled her fingers around her radio and leaned her head down, unable to hide the shake in her voice.

If that was lightning they needed to be careful or pull back. The truck was a magnet for lightning and electricity, they had already been down to the beach yesterday when lightning struck the sand. They didn't need it getting closer to this scene and causing problems.

(Y/n) didn't do well with thunder and lightning. not after a bad storm when she and Buck were little and a strike hit the telephone pole right outside their house.

Even now, being all grown up and being a firefighter, when the sky rumbled with thunder and flashes of lightning struck the sky, (Y/n) cowered down. She couldn't concentrate in this weather and she could never sleep when the weather was like this. It was why Tommy loved the thunderous weather, he knew his girlfriend would tuck herself into his broad frame and hide away against him.

"You good?" Buck gripped his radio and raised a brow, keeping his eyes on his sister curiously.

"I don't kn-"

Lightning broke through the clouds, an act that had most passers-by in awe, but had the 118 rooted to the spot with dread.

Buck heard her scream. It was the howl of a banshee that tore through his heart and set off an explosion in his chest.

His eyes snapped closed and a mimicking sound left his own lips when sparks flew from the ladder and seemed to set the truck alight. He couldn't keep hold of the ladder and the force sent him backwards until he was falling through the air. All the air burst out of his lungs when his back hit the ground and the jolt it sent through his system made him shake on the floor.

Something snapped. He heard the sound vibrate through his ears as he gasped and clawed for each breath. The sound was hollow but loud enough to make Buck yelp; could that have been his spine snapping in two?

His eyes couldn't focus when he managed to open them and his arm bound around his chest as he rolled onto his left side with a guttural groan. His knees felt weak and his back burned when he tried to sit himself up and take a look around. But it wasn't his spine that had broken, and that made relief shoot through his system.

He would live to fight another day.

"Jesus fucking Christ." He choked, shaking the static from his ears and the tension from his head that was clouding over.

He grabbed the back of his neck and tilted his head round to click his neck into place and he used what little energy he had left to push himself onto trembling legs. Safe to say Buck had never fallen off one of the trucks before, that was a new one to add to his list.

But once he lifted his head and took a look around through the blasting rain, his body went rigid. He could feel his blood draining down to his feet as if he were an hourglass. His jaw slackened and his pupils took over his pasty blue orbs that couldn't look anywhere else but up into the dark night sky.

He didn't realise he was making a noise until his lungs became starved of oxygen and he suddenly felt lightheaded.

He was screaming.

His hand reached out and he gave Eddie a rough shove towards the truck, pointing and gasping for him to grab the winch. His twin sister was hurt. The girl Bobby thought of as his daughter was hanging in mid-air, lifeless.

The buckle clip was the only thing stopping (Y/n) from plummeting through the air and crashing down on the concrete below. It suspended her in the air, four stories high above them like an omen of death. Her legs and arms dangled limp and lifeless at her sides and when Buck looked close enough, he could see them swaying in the breeze. Her head was snapped back enough that it looked like her neck had been broken.

"Oh God! Get her- get her down- Bobby she isn't moving!"

Words rambled past Buck's lips as his boots clunked and splashed through the rain that splashed up as high as his shoulders.

He stood directly beneath the ladder, arms stretched high as if he were reaching out for the heavens. He needed his sister. He needed to get her down. She had gone limp; they needed to help her. He wished he could jump up and yank her down himself. Eddie wasn't lowering her quick enough; it felt like hours were passing in the space of seconds as (Y/n) came down slower than a feather from the sky.

"Hen we need a gurney! Chimney back up the ambulance let's go." Bobby shouted out orders as he waved his hands for them to hurry. They were now in the golden time zone and if they didn't move fast enough, they could lose (Y/n).

"Faster!"

As soon as (Y/n) started to sway and jutter as the red rope lowered her down, Buck pushed up on his toes and stretched his arms high up into the rain to reach for her. His hand pressed between her shoulder blades and his other hand cupped the back of her thigh as Hen pushed a gurney directly beneath her.

"Unhook her."

Buck took (Y/n)'s weight when Bobby unclipped the buckle and he laid (Y/n) down and slid his hands from beneath her.

He couldn't comprehend how much his limbs were shaking until Bobby's rough hand clapped down on his shoulder, silently pleading with him to stop. He didn't have to do everything. Hen was a medic, she would take care of (Y/n).

A silent look passed between them all before Hen ripped her gloves off and quickly tore open the florescent jacket (Y/n) was wearing. She snatched a pair of scissors from the medic bag on the end of the gurney and quickly zipped them up the centre of (Y/n)'s shirt which was now sodden through with rain.

She parted the shirt, letting it drape over each of (Y/n)'s unmoving shoulders, exposing her blue bra to their eyes which caused Bobby to look up at the back of the ambulance instead and Buck adverted his gaze to his sister's feet.

That wasn't a sight he should be partial to. He shouldn't be able to see his sister's exposed chest like this. He shouldn't be seeing his sister laid out, motionless on a gurney. Buck didn't want to see any of his family in peril like this. He hated it.

Buck dared to reach his hand out and give (Y/n)'s knee a squeeze, but his body quaked when something dawned on him. She wasn't moving.

No shivers, no spasms, no goosebumps or hairs standing up on end. Nothing.

And when he managed to drag his eyes back to his sister's chest- a sight that made him feel like a child peeking around a bathroom door- he noticed bubbling streaks of crimson slithering up her right arm, over her shoulder and spreading across her chest like a wildfire.

"(Y/n)… (Y/n), please," A choked moan left Buck's lips when he watched Hen press her fingers against his sister's neck.

Her grave expression crushed the hope hiding inside of Buck. There wasn't a pulse. That made their job so much harder. They were going to have to work to get her back, but what if she didn't come back from this? What was Buck going to do without his sister? His twin? His other half?

What was he going to tell Tommy?

"I don't have a pulse." Hen's words sent Buck's shoulders quaking and if Bobby hadn't of reached of for him in time, he would have fallen on the gurney along with his twin.

He clutched at Bobby's arm that wrapped around his chest as a low moan gurgled at the back of his throat. He watched Chimney appear at the end of the gurney but when his friend rattled through the medic bag and handed the defibrilator pads to Hen, Evan acted fast. He slapped them out of Chimney's hands and gave him the roughest shove he could manage, almost knocking him into the back of the ambulance.

"S-she's soaked! You'll execute her!"

Did they not know what would happen to someone given electricity when wet? Did they not know how the electric chair execution used to work?

(Y/n) was covered in rain from head to toe and their suits weren't water proof. Now her clothes had been ripped apart, she was getting consumed with water. Lightning had already shocked her heart once but if they tried to do it again when she was wet, they would be executing her with no chance of revival.

"So we go back to basic. Hen, bag her. Chim get the engine fired up. Move before we lose her." Eddie's voice cut through the air and he pushed his way to the gurney and in one swoop, he stood up on the metal frame and interlocked his hands.

The longer they left (Y/n)'s heart untouched and motionless, the less chance they had of getting it restarted again.

He started pushing down on her chest, trying hard to control his breathing while Hen got an air bag situated over (Y/n)'s mouth and nose. And Chimney disappeared to get into the front of the ambulance. They had to get going to the hospital.

"This is Captain Nash, we have a firefighter down. Repeat, firefighter Buckley is down, struck by lightning. No vital signs yet. Requesting medic team on standby at Mercy hospital, we are on our way."

Bobby ran his hand up and down Evan's back and ushered him into the back of the ambulance. There was no time to stop and ask questions, they needed to move. One of the others could deal with the truck and get it out the way, the team needed to get to the hospital and none of them were going to leave (Y/n).

Hen and Bobby got the gurney in the back of the ambulance and Buck clambered in and deadlocked both hands around his sister's lifeless palm. But all of them froze when each of their radios shook with the sound of a new, frantic voice through the frequency.

"Who got hurt?"

Oh no.

Eddie snapped his head to the right, locking eyes with Buck as the pair of them shivered and his upper lip curled in panic.

Bobby had gone onto a higher frequency, he had tried to get through to anyone on the radio station. Dispatch, another team who could come here and cover them, the frequency for the hospital to alert them, he needed anyone and everyone to know what was happening. He needed preparations in place for when they reached the hospital so that doctors could sort (Y/n) out immediately.

His frequency got through to the 227. More specifically, through to Tommy.

They had unintentionally told him what had happened through the radio. If they'd of had the time and the thought, they would have called him. Bobby would have gotten through to him to explain, or Evan would have called and sobbed through the phone, trying to explain what had happened.

"Tommy-"

"Was it Evan or (Y/n)? Who was it?!"

"(Y/n)."

Buck slammed his frame into the wall of the ambulance, reduced to a shaking mess when Tommy's gut-wrenching scream tore through the radio.

He'd never heard Tommy scream like that. He'd never really heard Tommy make any kind of scream or disgruntled noise like that before. He'd never been around him in a dire emergency or a situation that hit home for Tommy. The elder firefighter was always the epitomy of calm and collected, Tommy didn't get rattled easily.

Not unless it concerned (Y/n). She had quickly become his world when he got friendly with the 118 and subsequently started dating her.

Buck lowered his eyes down to the gurney and reached out to curl both his trembling hands around his sister's limp hand. Her skin felt like rubber against his touch, taut and cold and lifeless and it made him choke. He pulled her hand to press his lips against the back of her knuckles and his blurry vision zoomed in on her eyes.

He couldn't look anywhere else.

Her shirt was ripped open, exposing her chest which wasn't a sight Buck wanted to see and he truly didn't want to watch his best friend press down on his sister's chest so hard it looked like he was going to crack through her ribs. And Buck couldn't look at (Y/n)'s face. Not when she wasn't moving, breathing, twitching or even opening her eyes.

Hen silently leaned over and found some towels and flannels from a drawer. She started to wipe the cloths over (Y/n)'s chest in frantic motions to clear up as much of the water as possible. CPR wasn't going to be enough. Her heart had been shocked, she would need another shock to get it going again and soon.

She clipped a monitor onto (Y/n)'s finger and grabbed the smooth plastic stickers, placing both in the correct positions over (Y/n)'s chest before she patted Eddie's shoulder.

"Stand clear."

Eddie let go of (Y/n)'s chest and took a step back while Buck dropped her head and braced his hands on his knees. He pressed his back up against the wall and closed his eyes.

Both men winced and a horrified sound left Buck's lips when the shock ignited through (Y/n)'s chest and arched her back up from the stretcher before she flopped back down; lifeless.

"I don't wanna risk over-exerting her heart. Starting compressions until we get to the hospital." Eddie braced one hand on the roof and the other on the stretched before he swung his leg over and climbed up. His knees clamped down into (Y/n)'s damp legs and he sank back onto her thighs with a grimace. He felt oddly intimate with her right now and it didn't feel right, but he couldn't keep doing compressions leaning over the gurney like that.

It was at the wrong angle and there was limited space in the ambulance with Hen, Bobby and Buck all squashed in the back with them like this.

They couldn't risk shocking her heart more than necessary or else it would give out completely. She had already endured a violent shock that had likely affected her heart, lungs and probably her liver too. More shocks would only crucify her heart and ensure she was dead.

Buck didn't feel the ambulance rolling to a stop until the back doors swung wide open and he tilted his head to look out as if he didn't believe they were really here.

Buck stood back, letting Bobby and Chimney carefully lower the gurney down to the floor. Once it was safely on the ground, Buck reached over and snatched his sister's hand again, pulling her limp arm until it was pinned into his chest. He let the tears flow down his face and the sobs bundle up in his chest as they all burst into the emergency room.

As soon as they were inside, Eddie held his hand out to get them to stop. He clenched his hands down on the gurney beside (Y/n)'s shoulders and climbed over the side to jump back down to his feet.

"Go again. Everybody stand clear."

On Eddie's word, Hen set the defibrilator up again and everyone held their breaths and watched the jolt rush through (Y/n)'s chest.

No one knew who made a sound when her heartbeat suddenly came back.

"What have we got?"

"(Y/n) Buckley, struck by lightning. No pulse for three minutes, seventeen seconds but she's had CPR on route and pulse is back."

Buck felt like his legs were going to give way on him again when the nurses took over the air bag since (Y/n) wasn't breathing on her own yet. But he could feel himself stumbling back into Bobby when the front doors opened and thunderous boots that demanded attention stormed in.

"Where is she?!"

Tommy looked like a force of nature. Broad shoulders hunched up and taut. Jacket hanging off them loosely, covered in soot and smoke and God knows what else. Hair askew in all directions. Face smeared with dirt with a few streaks that showed where he had tried to wipe himself clean. And his jaw was dropped so low it was almost scraping along the floor.

His team had dropped him off here once they heard the commotion coming through the radio.

None of them had seen Tommy go down so hard and fast. His knees hit the floor, his fist clenched around the radio so tightly it broke and he screamed like a fatally wounded animal.

The team had to heave him up to his feet and drag his shell-shocked body into the truck on the promise that they would speed him down to the hospital so he could find out what was going on.

His wild, rabid eyes locked on the stretcher that was about to be wheeled away from him and he suddenly lost the ability to breathe.

There she was. There was his girl. The twin who had captured his heart. Laid out, shirt cut in half and hanging off her shoulders. Her entire body soaked head to toe from the rain. Defibrilator stickers glued to her chest, an oxygen mask covering her mouth and nose. Her body lifeless and unmoving, not even a twitch. Her chest wasn't rising and falling on it's own, she wasn't breathing, the air bag was doing that for her. The only thing working was her heart.

What were they going to do? How were they going to take care of his partner? What did someone do for a lightning strike? Did people usually survive this kind of thing- had this ever happened before?

"Let me see her." There was something demanding in Tommy's voice, but it didn't sway anyone, not like it normally did.

He had different voices. He could charm the pants off of anyone with just a few simple words. He could sweet-talk whoever he needed to in order to get his own way, it was a skill he had learned to perfect over the years. And when his guttural, demanding voice came into play, no one dared mess with him. But no one was listening to him today.

A jolt ran through his body and he almost fell when he tried to push off on the wrong foot in a feeble attempt to reach the gurney that was already aiming for the lift at the end of the hall.

"No! No-"

"Tommy stop."

"Tommy- hey, hey. It's okay, they'll take care of her." Bobby's voice wasn't as comforting as if should have been. Neither was his touch when he blocked Tommy's path towards (Y/n).

Chimney wrapped both arms over Tommy's biceps, effectively pinning Tommy's arms behind his back and allowing Chimney to have a form of reign over him. He held his friend back with great difficulty, writhing and straining to keep his footing to stop Tommy from interfering where he really shouldn't.

And with Bobby stood in front of him with a hand on his chest, Tommy started to slow. He stopped shaking his body from left to right, he took to concentrating on each heaving breath that passed his lips and stopped scraping his boots against the floor.

They understood. All of them did. She was Buck's sister which meant she was a sister to Chimney. Hen and Eddie loved her dearly, they thought of her as their own family and Bobby thought of her as a daughter. They understood Tommy's desperation, but they couldn't let himself get kicked out of the hospital or pinned down by security for trying to follow where he couldn't go.

He would be able to see her soon, they all would. But for now, Tommy had to make do with the team to console and wait with him.

Tears began to pour down Tommy's face in contest with the storm raging outside and his head hung down like his neck had been broken. His pointed chin tucked into his chest and his wet lips parted to let out a silent cry.

He couldn't lose her.

***

A sigh burned past Chimney's lips when he glanced around the hospital room. His arms folded over his chest and he looked between the two men who had been hidden away in here for almost three days in a row.

At least Buck looked somewhat comfortable. He was laid out in the cot bed on the left side of the room. It was a bit too small for his large frame, but he had curled his knees up to his stomach and his head was almost hanging off the side of the tiny frame. It didn't look at all comfortable, but it didn't need to be.

Neither Buck nor Tommy were going to be sleeping very much, they had barely gotten four hours of sleep between them as it was. The bed had been put there when both of them refused to go home. It was so they could try and catch some sleep properly rather than cramped up in the chairs.

Whereas right now, Tommy was hunched over in one of the uncomfortable blue chairs. His knees were rammed up against the bedframe, his elbows were pushing down on his knees and his hands were clasped together propping up his chin.

"Hey, you know, I can keep vigil by her side if you want to take a break. Go get a drink or a shower or a change of clothes?" Chimney kept his voice calm and quiet, trying not to break through the atmosphere in the room. It was oddly calm in here, considering the circumstances.

"No, thanks. I'm good."

Tommy didn't bother to look up as he spoke, his eyes stayed firmly locked on his girlfriend even though the sight of her was forever burned into his memory.

Laid there, motionless. Wires and tubes sticking out from beneath her hospital gown. Breathing tube forcefully strapped to her mouth. Eyes closed tight. Machines doing everything that her body was simply refusing to do on its own.

"You need to look after yourself, Tommy. When was the last time you ate?"

"I don't remember." He wasn't sure what day it was. He didn't know if he had been sitting here all night, all day or for a whole week. All Tommy knew was that if he left and something happened, he would never forgive himself. This was his partner laid here, the one person in his life who meant something to him. He wasn't leaving her side until she woke up and told him to go.

"You know she won't be happy when she wakes up and sees the state you two are in. She'll go mad." There was a playful edge to Chimney's words as he walked further into the room and planted himself down on the very edge of the bed.

Normally if he tried to jibe and joke, Tommy would crack a smile. He would look up and grin or roll his eyes or just tilt his head down in that manner of his and look down the ridge of his nose at Chimney. His one-sided smirk always shone through. But not today.

He looked exhausted. Dark purple and black rings layered beneath his puffy eyes that had tinges of red in the whites and his pupils were so small Chimney could barely see them. Lines were appearing on Tommy's cheeks and his lips looked chapped and his cheeks were hollowing out. Even his neck looked smaller and croaked and different.

Tommy couldn't hold himself up properly, he was wearing himself thin by sitting here. He wasn't eating, he barely managed a drink and combined with no sleep and little movement, he was wasting away.

"I can't leave her."

If Tommy were himself, he would of made a joke. He would of said something along the lines of 'How bad do you think I look?' or 'Are you implying I smell?' or just something to quip back at Chimney and have some banter with him.

But he wasn't in the mood for that. He didn't have the will, the energy or the capacity to start a jibing conversation like that.

"If something happens, I need to be here… I need to hold her hand, to let her know she isn't alone."

"Tommy-"

"I've seen people die, Howie. Too many to count, and after a while, it becomes second nature in a way. But the one thing that sticks with me is the worry. None of them wanted to die alone, it's frightening. So if (Y/n) can feel my hand in hers, then I don't wanna let go. If anything happens, I don't want her to think no one was there."

How could he leave her now?

They couldn't go anywhere when she might die. If the worst was to happen, Tommy wanted- no, he needed to be by her side. He had to hold her hand, he had to make sure he was with her to kiss her goodbye and promise that he would never let a day go by without her in his thoughts. He would promise to watch over Buck and Maddie and the team if he managed to live a day without her.

Leaving wasn't an option when walking away meant leaving his heart behind. Tommy couldn't function if (Y/n) wasn't within his sights to reassure himself that his heart, his world, wasn't about to crumble and die.

He had witnessed people dying. He had seen it first hand during the army, and again when transporting people to hospital and they didn't make it. Tommy might not have been the person right by their side, but he had always been close to death, close enough that he could of been on first name basis with death.

And he had seen how frightened people were, they were scared enough to hold a stranger's hand because they didn't want to think of their last moments being cold and alone.

If (Y/n) wasn't going to make it through this, then Tommy needed someone to hold her hand. He knew she might be able to hear, feel and sense the people around her and he wanted her to sense his hand in hers. He wanted her to know that if she couldn't hold on any longer, then it was okay.

She could let go and he would keep hold of her hand.

He felt the urge to cry, but he didn't have anymore tears left in him to shed. He sniffed, taking in a deep breath before he doubled forward and slipped his fingers into the grooves of (Y/n)'s hand. He brought her hand up against his lips and breathed against her skin like it was the air he needed to live.

He tilted his head to the left but he couldn't look at Chimney when he realised his friend had tears rolling down his face.

"I can respect that," Chimney brushed his hand beneath his eyes, shaking his head at how deeply Tommy's words had cut to his core. "But (Y/n) wouldn't want either of you withering away like this on her behalf. She'd want you to take care of yourselves. So if I bring you both some food, you need to eat. And I'll hold her hand while you go next door and shower even if that's a ten-second in and out job. Just a little self-care, for (Y/n)'s sake. Please."

Chimney wasn't asking for the world and he wasn't asking Tommy to walk away for an hour, an afternoon, a day.

He had to think of Buck and Tommy's health and how (Y/n) wouldn't want them to be doing this to themselves. While Buck was getting some sleep which he desperately needed, Tommy could try and eat something.

He could go into the shower adjoined to this room. He could just have a quick scrub and change into the clothes Maddie had brought for them both this morning. He could maybe have a quick shave with the door open so he could hear and still see (Y/n).

As long as he did something to look after himself so he didn't waste away waiting for (Y/n) to recover. That was all he was asking.

Tommy didn't want to agree. He understood, but he really didn't want to.

But as he grazed his nose and cheek against the back of (Y/n)'s hand, he took a sharp breath. He had stubble. (Y/n) didn't like him with stubble. She loved to kiss her way up his neck and across his face to his lips right after he shaved. She wouldn't like to open her eyes and see him like this with a scruffy face and greasy, unkept hair.

He had to look a bit more alive if (Y/n) was going to wake up soon and get better. He had to do that, for her.

He pressed a soft, tender kiss to the back of her hand before he set her hand down against her thigh and dragged his fingers across his chin.

"I guess I could do with a shave."

***

"She's breathing fine without the ventilator now, all her vitals seem good. We just need to wait and see if she will come out of the coma okay."

How long would they have to wait? How long did they have before they knew if she was ever going to wake up? What would happen if she woke up and she couldn't speak or move or even remember any of them? What if she was changed, somehow, permanently, from this?

A quiet grumble left Tommy's lips and his eyes twitched behind his eyelids while he nuzzled his head further down and tried to keep his mind in a dreary state of sleep. He twitched his left arm, wondering for a second where he was and what he was doing, until the fog started to lift.

He recognised the body beneath him. His left arm was draped over (Y/n)'s waist. He could feel the wires and tubes tickling his bicep which he was trying to ignore so he could fall back into a state of sleep.

He could feel her hair tickling his nose and sticking to his lips that were pressing down against the top of her head.

He could feel his right hip tingling and pins and needles were shooting up and down his right leg from how he was laid on his side. And how he must have been laid like this for a while to send his leg numb like this, but he didn't care. He was finally sleeping, and he was attached to (Y/n), that was the only way he could manage to get some sleep no matter where he was or what he was doing.

Tommy distantly realised that his right arm was tucked above his head because he could feel his wrist bent awkwardly against the plastic frame of the bed. He tried not to care. He tried to push his face further down into (Y/n)'s hair and inhale her scent like it was morphine knocking him out.

But he couldn't shut his mind down when he felt her head twitch beneath his touch.

Why was she moving? She hadn't moved a muscle since she had been put in this room five days ago. Was it five days? Or was it six? How long had he been asleep? It didn't matter. What mattered was the fact that she was moving when previously she hadn't been at all.

"I- I can't f-feel my hand."

Once those words, those few little words that were as melodic as a lullaby, registered in Tommy's ears, he woke up immediately.

He was imagining things. He was hearing voices. He had to be. That was a voice he told himself he was never going to hear again. A voice he saved for when he closed his eyes and cried until he finally blacked out, listening to that voice in his memories.

His heart started to pound against his ribs like it was trying to bruise his chest and he could barely get his eyes into focus as he snapped his head up from the pillow and fumbled to try and move.

That was (Y/n)'s voice.

He twisted awkwardly causing his hip to click into place and his back to seize up, but he pushed through the feeling until he was sitting upright on the very edge of the bed. When her words sank into his mind, Tommy realised that while his left arm had been draped over (Y/n)'s waist, somehow, during his sleep, he had managed to tangle their fingers together.

He had been squeezing her hand in his sleep, so much so that he had left indents in the back of her hand and he could feel her pulse throbbing in her fingers.

When he looked down, tears started to blur his vision. (Y/n) was blinking up at him, squinting as her pupils narrowed and constricted to try and get a better view of him. The end of her nose crinkled and he watched her neck twist from left to right to try and get some feeling back.

But it was the way she squeezed his hand and managed to lift her arm up from the bed that had Tommy's jaw hanging low before his lips curved up into a loose smile.

He wasn't sure what sound left his lips, whether it was a cry, a yelp, a sob or some form of words. Whatever it was, Tommy didn't care.

All he cared about was releasing (Y/n)'s hand so he could cup the side of her face. His thumb etched across her jaw and his fingers pressed down on the side of her neck to feel her pulse and reassure himself that this was real and not some harrowing fabrication his broken mind was coming up with to soothe him.

He wasted no more time and swooped down to steal a kiss from her lips. The touch was brief, but it was overwhelming. He felt her chapped lips moving against his and her tongue swiping across his bottom lip. He felt her head incline into his touch and her trembling hand reach up to cup his wrist, keeping him in place as if he ever thought about letting her go or moving one inch away from her.

He felt her chest trying to push up from the bed to touch his and be close to him and it caused Tommy to lean down into her. He pushed his weight onto his hip and his elbow, allowing only a small amount of his weight to pin down on (Y/n)'s chest so he didn't crush her beneath him.

But the feeling of her chest rising and falling in tandem with his and feeling her ribs pushing against him made Tommy's heart swell.

"You're okay," He breathed the words into her mouth, barely removing his lips from hers because he just couldn't. He wanted to drown in her touch, smother her in a kiss and never come up for air again. "Oh, baby, you're awake."

He dove down to attack her lips again, unable to stop from sinking his teeth into her bottom lip. Swallowing her gasp, inhaling her limited air, crushing his nose against hers, feeling her teeth scrape his as his bruised lips wouldn't part from her.

He stole kiss after kiss after kiss and battled with himself to open his eyes, just to make sure that this wasn't a dream.

He found (Y/n)'s eyes staring up at him with the same look of wonder, the same amount of love and a lace of confusion shooting across her pupils like a star. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep. She didn't know why she had been asleep or why her man was so frantic and panicked above her, but (Y/n) guessed something bad had happened.

But the way Tommy kissed the life from her body told her that everything was going to be okay now.

Her hand had gone numb from how tightly he had held onto her and it was the only thing (Y/n) could think of, fathom and comprehend. He had kept hold of her, guiding her back to him.

He brought her back.

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How many rounds can TLOU 2 characters last during “it”

Abby Anderson

Top - 5-6 rounds

Abby’s rigorous training regime gives her incredible stamina, allowing her to last for multiple rounds without tiring easily

Abby’s strength translates into a dominant, controlled performance, ensuring her partner is thoroughly satisfied

She manages her energy well, pacing herself to extend each round

Bottom - 4-5 rounds

Abby remains actively involved, responding to her partner’s moves, which enhances her endurance

Her physical conditioning allows her to recover quickly between rounds, ready for more

Abby’s passion fuels her stamina

Dina

Top - 3-4 rounds

Dina’s creativity in intimacy keeps things exciting and dynamic, maintaining high energy

She mixes playful teasing with assertive actions, which keeps the momentum going for multiple rounds

Dina’s ability to read her partner’s needs keeps her engaged and driven to continue

Bottom - 2-3 rounds

Dina’s responsiveness and sensual engagement keep her motivated to continue for more rounds

Her verbal affirmations and encouragement boost her partner’s confidence and her own stamina

Dina’s enthusiasm and eagerness to please and get pleased contribute to her ability to go for more rounds

Ellie Williams

Top - 4-5 rounds

Ellie’s intense focus and determination drive her to give her all in each round

Her spontaneity and passion keep the energy high and the experience intense

Ellie’s deep emotional connection with her girlfriend fuels her stamina and desire to continue

Jesse

Top - 2-3 rounds

Jesse’s steady and consistent stamina allows him to maintain several rounds

His attentiveness to his partner’s needs keeps the experience fulfilling and engaging

Jesse’s natural charm and confidence boost his endurance, making each round enjoyable

Joel Miller

Top - 4-5 rounds

Joel’s experience and skill allow him to pace himself well and maintain multiple rounds without a problem

His protective nature translates into a passionate performance, ensuring his partner is satisfied

Joel’s physical strength and endurance enable him to last for several rounds without tiring

Tommy Miller

Top - 3-4 rounds

Tommy’s gentle yet strong approach ensures a fulfilling experience over multiple rounds

His patience allows him to pace himself and maintain high stamina throughout

Tommy’s emotional investment in his partner enhances his endurance and drive

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(Someone please write this!!)

This is an idea where Y/n is Thomas Shelby’s daughter AND Luca Changretta’s niece AND is in love with Bonnie Gold:

Omg imagine Tommy Shelby met an American woman before the war and they fell in love and then when Tommy went to the war, her parents took her back to America and she gave birth to their daughter, Y/n. Tommy thought that the both of them had died, but they hadn’t. When Y/n was a teenager, her uncle, who happens to be plot twist… Luca, takes her in after her Mom died. Now she’s in her 20s (she’s not involved in any crime and doesn’t know about any of her families criminal activities, on either side) and she really wants to know who her dad is so she sneaks out and travels to England where she meets her Dad, Thomas Shelby! Tommy did not know that the woman he fell in love with so long ago was Luca’s younger sister. Y/n and Tommy get really close and he loves his daughter more than anything and is super protective. And all of the Shelby’s absolute love and protect her! And imagine she falls in love with Bonnie!! And when Tommy finds out she’s Luca’s niece he’d be shook, and he’d be shook to walk in on Bonnie kissing his daughter (he’d lose his mind lmao), so basically Y/n United 3 crime families, Shelby, Gold, and Changretta lol, so no wars between them!! Y/n doesn’t like violence and is really sweet and innocent and everyone just really loves her🥹