#Tommy X reader

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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💖

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*****

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?”

[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.

[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]

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.

[asmutwriter]

The Gangsta's Wife (Part 8)

DESCRIPTION: Whilst you're husband is away for business reasons you have an unexpected (and unwelcome) guest.

WORD COUNT: 2865

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WARNINGS: pregnancy, knife, knife violence, injury, injury detail, fight, blood, Thomas calls reader 'love', drinking, drinking whilst pregnant (brief), swearing

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 had been a couple of weeks since that night. Your husband was near London on business matters. He'd recently purchased a race horse so he was minding that over the past few days. You were taking this time of bliss to have a small nap. Your fatigue having increased over the past few days. Knowing you had caught up on the housework you decided to allow yourself a restful afternoon. You were going to read however sleep soon had other ideas.

You jump awake as you hear a gentle knock on the front door. You let out a soft grumble as you wipe your eyes. Pushing yourself up. Your hand instinctively going to your belly as you walk over to the door. Unlocking it. Assuming it was one of your in-laws, or one of your sisters who'd forgotten their key. Possibly even your husband. Your wide smile to greet your guest being stunned as you see a man waiting outside.

"Mrs Shelby?". Your scan over their frame. The smile fading completely when you see the knife hidden in his coat. You go and shut the door on him. His hand coming out and stopping it. You turn quickly. Making your way upstairs. Just as the door swings open.

Someone grabbing the lower half of you leg. Tripping you. The air from your lungs being forced out. You turn your body. You bring your free leg up. Kicking him. He grabs at the flesh of your lower leg. Yanking you down a few stairs. Able to straddle you. You struggle as he grabs the knife out. Holding the knife up to go in for a swipe. Bringing your hands up as a means to protect yourself. One over your face, the other near your stomach.

It goes through your palm. You scream out as he removes the item. Going in for another swing. Bringing your knee up and kicking them in the crotch. He grunts out. Hand going to his injury. You clench your good hand. Bringing it back and hitting it into his face. Hearing his nose crunch under your fist. He fumbles on the stairs. Nearly falling down them. Him moving off from over you. You bring your foot up, placing it onto his chest as you shove him. Him falling down the length of the stairs. Giving you enough time to turn back around. Scrambling up the stairs as you regain your footing.

Pain going through your body as you get upstairs. Running to your bedroom and shutting the door. Holding your wounded hand by your torso. Heavy breathing as you run over to the window. Lifting the glass panel up. You weigh up the option of climbing out. But the fall being too high. Plus you weren't overly agile or slim in the best of times. Especially not with a 6 month pregnancy belly. You bite at your bottom lip as you go to plan B.

You look for a place to hide. Noticing small blood spots on the floor from your injury. You take your hand. Then rubbing it over the edge of the window frame. Biting your lip to dull any sounds of pain as silent tears stain your face. Hearing the bedroom door start to open. You drop to the floor. Hiding behind the full length mirror you have standing in the room.

The door opens. Seeing two feet walk into your room. You bite at your lips. Shutting your eyes, every ounce of you willing yourself to not make any noise. You hold your wounded hand near your chest. Your other hand coming up and covering your mouth as you become aware of how heavily you are breathing.

The attacker goes over to the window. Presumably looking out of it. You watch as he carefully and quietly wonders around the room. Obviously having the same thoughts of you of your practicality of getting out the small space in such a rush. You see him look under the bed. In the wardrobe. Then he comes over to the mirror. You stay as silent as you can. Practically holding your breath.

Watching as his feet walk out of the room. Hearing them make their way downstairs. You look at your hand. Trying not to gag as you see the wound. You go to the bottom of your skirt. Hand shaking as you tear the end of it. Using it as you wrap it around your injury. Gritting your teeth as you finish. Holding it close to you.

Resting against the wall as your eyes remain fixed on the door. You will yourself to not pass out. Trying to focus on something. Anything. You sit for what must've been a few hours. Waiting behind the mirror. Scared that if you move you'll pass out. Or get found. So you stay still. As much as you can given that your entire body is shaking. Tears still falling down your cheeks as you watch the doorway. You become alert again as you hear noise downstairs.

Looking around you for anything that could be used as a weapon. Biting your lip as you're met with nothing of use to you. Then an idea. You bring your good hand down. Taking off your high healed shoe. Unbuckling the straps of them both. Quietly resting one down onto the floor as you bring the other one up. Holding the top of it. Heal outwards. Gripping around the sole. You move out from behind the mirror. Over to the doorway. Just around the corner so you can remain hidden. Giving you the advantage. Your hand slowly bleeding onto your shirt as you keep it close to your chest. Holding the shoe up. Getting ready to attack.

Your whole body shaking as they cautiously step into the room. You bring the shoe up. Aiming for their head. They turn quickly. Grabbing your wrist to prevent you from harming them. Going to reach for his gun but stopping as he meets your eyes.

"Tommy" you say his name. A small sob coming out. Dropping the shoe you held as you wrap your arm around him. Your wounded hand still clutched to yourself. Fresh tears falling as you hide your head into his shoulder. His arms coming up and holding you. Your entire body shaking.

He unwraps his arms. Moving away slightly as he holds your face. "Florence are you hurt?". So much adrenaline coursing through your body that you forget to answer him. His eyes going to your injured hand. He goes to take it. But you keep it clutched to yourself. "Let me look". He takes your reluctant hand in his. Gently holding the wrist of it as he unwraps the cloth you used. You grip at your skirt. Looking away as you clench your teeth. Body still intensely shaking.

"You're ok love. I've got you" he gently moves you to sit on the bed. Shutting your eyes as you feel queasy. You're hand going to your stomach as you take in a few deep breaths. John and Esme coming up the stairs.

"Thomas?"

"She's been stabbed. She has a sewing kit somewhere in here" you hear them fumbling about. Unable to work out which one announces they've found it. Your husband sits next to you on the bed. Gripping your good hand with his. His arm going around to hold you close to him. You feel someone grabbing your arm. Holding it out. Opening your eyes you see John is sat beside you. Gripping your lower arm and wrist.

Esme using a match, putting the needle into it before placing it into a drink of you presume alcohol or water. You go to move away. Shaking your head as she kneels in front of you. Tommy and Johns grip tightening around you. "The wound needs stitches. Its going to hurt but I'll be quick, ok?".

She takes your hand. Starting to sew your hand up. You cry out. Tommy holding your good hand as you go to push her away. John holding your arm out so you can't retract it. Your husband shushing you comfortingly as you cry. His arms keeping your body pressed against his as both the Shelby men keep you still.

She kept her word. Although it seemed like hours, the procedure was done in less then a minute. Taking the glass she had used for the needle and pouring it over the wound. Causing you to cry out again. Scrunching your eyes shut as you grip the hand of your husband. Fresh tears falling down your cheeks as you feel John lets go of you. Thomas kisses your temple, stroking your hair.

"Well done love. It's over". Moving the hand from your hair. Feeling him move from behind you. Your body weight resting against him. Feeling something cold hit your lips. Jumping as you open your eyes. A whiskey bottle. "Drink. It'll help dull the pain". You shake your head.

"Liz. Mary..." you whsiper. Going to stand up, Thomas's arm still wrapped around you. Keeping you sat on the bed. Esme speaks next to you.

"Both safe and next door" you nod. Letting Thomas lift the bottle. Letting your drink a large quantity of it before removing it. Placing it back on the side. You breath heavily. Shutting your eyes again as you try and focus on your husband. His warmth. Scent.

"They got Arthur and Michael too" John says. Tommy nodding in response. "I thought you said that we were safe"

"I thought we were too..." he says. Voice quiet as he holds you close to him. Your eyes remaining shut as your breathing becomes steady. You hear commotion from downstairs. You flinch. Eyes widening as you go closer to your husband. Body must still be on high alert from the chaos as you back away slightly. Thomas grips your hand slightly tighter as you watch the doorway. John cautiously going and seeing what the noise was.

"They took my son" you hear Polly say as she storms into the room. The Shelby boys and Esme relaxing slightly. "Thomas they took my fucking son" she says again. "You promised that he'd be safe. You said-"

"Polly" he tries to calm her.

"No. They took Michael. They took my boy" she shakes her head. Obviously trying not to break down fully. "You need to get my son back. Thomas get my so-"

"Enough." He cuts her off. The tone sharp and precise. Sending chills down your spine. "Family meeting next door. Now. John get Finn" he nods. Going out, shortly followed by his wife. You see Polly's eyes frantic as they look at her nephew.

"Thomas" she says. Sternness in her voice that you can only put down as a Shelby tone.

"I said go next door. I will talk to you there" she clenches her jaw. Borderline stropping out the room as she leaves. Hearing her footsteps loud on the stairs. He moves from behind you. Kneeling in front of you as he rests a hand on your cheek. His other hand still holding onto yours.

"I'm sorry Mr Shelby... I tried keeping the baby safe..." you shut your eyes. Tears swelling in them again. He nods. Lips slightly parted as he watches you.

"I'm going to change your out of these clothes, ok?" he speaks softly to you. You nod your head. Feeling him start to undo the buttons of your shirt. You wince as he pulls the sleeve over your arm and hand. More ease on the other one, less injured one. Throwing your blood soaked garment onto the floor. You hear him stand up. Opening your eyes you watch as he gets a damp cloth. Coming over he cleans up some of the dried blood on your arm and torso.

Where you'd been holding it so tightly against yourself you'd managed to bleed through your shirt. Tossing the cloth aside he gently places a new shirt over your frame. He kneels in front of you. Holding your good hand. Watching his eyes scanning your features. As you look down at him.

"I'm going to call the midwife and get her to come and check you and the baby over. I can't see any wounds near the child but I think its best if we check, ey?" you nod. "I need to go next door and have this meeting. Find out exactly what happened and why" You shake your head.

"Please don't leave me..." a feeble whisper comes past your lips. He looks at you. Nodding slightly before standing. You keep your eyes on his as he pulls you up by your good hand. One arm holding your hand still as the other goes to the lower part of your back. Letting you gain your balance. Your body still shaking.

"I'm going to find the man that did this to you" he speaks in a low, hushed voice. "I'm going to make him pay. For harming you. For harming our child". You meet his eyes again. Cold. The stare making your breath hitch. You look downwards. Keeping a hold of his hand as he leads you next door. Sitting you down onto a chair before the family meeting ensues.

The midwife came round less then 24 hours later. Checking over you and the baby and confirming that you were both fine. Although your body had gone into shock it doesn't seem to have affected the pregnancy. Once Thomas had heard this news you didn't see him for a long time. Not that he'd left you unprotected. You made note of the various Blinders patrolling outside your house.

It was midday during the weekend. You were playing a game with your sisters when you hear the front door open. You turn quickly. Standing up - mind you a little wobbly - but quickly to see your husband walk into the living room.

Your eyes scanning over his features as you look at him. Lifting his head up to look at you. "I need you and your sisters to come with me"

"Why?"

"Go pack a bag each. I'll wait here" he says. Eyes drifting to your sisters who look at him then at you. "Go" he says. Sterner this time. Your sisters having better judgement then you stand up. Scurrying past you and Thomas. Hearing their footsteps on the wooden flooring upstairs. Your eyes dart between his two blue orbs. His stay steady and fixated on yours. "Go" he repeats. You shake your head

"I want you to answer my question"

"I'll answer your questions when we get in the car and start driving"

"No. No you can't do that. You can't just expect to leave us alone for days. With no contact. No say as to where you've gone. Then turn up expecting me to get into a car with you without asking any questions. No". Reaching up he takes his cap off. Your eyes glancing at the small piece of metal that glints in the light of the room. Watching as he puts it onto the cabinet near the door.

You try to read him. His posture. Placing his hands in front of him as his eyes become steady on yours once again. You keep your ground under his menacing stare. Making a point by folding your arms over your torso. Feeling your hands shaking as you clench them against you.

"I want answers". Your voice a whisper. He takes in a breath through his nose. Exhaling as he speaks.

"Did Detective Campbell try and fuck you?". The sudden question shocking you. Taking you a while to come up with a response.

"Excuse me?"

"Did he try and fuck you?". You flit your eyes between his.

"He may have... suggested such notions... But I refused him"

"You should've told me"

"I didn't see it being necessary"

"I'd like to know when my enemy tries to fuck my wife. I believe that is the reason he hired that man to attack you"

"Because I refused to have sex with him?".

"And to enforce his argument of how dangerous this life is. That this world is filled with blood and violence". You bring your hand to your stomach. Holding it, rubbing a thumb over the swell of your belly.

"Why do you want me to pack a bag?"

"I'm going to move you and your sisters to a safe house. One that only I and a handful of my most trusted men know about"

"How long will we be there for?"

"Until I have dealt with the current threat and it is safe for you to come back home"

"Who will be with us at the safe house?"

"It'll be you and your sisters. I'll have a man guarding the perimeter who will change periodically. Plus someone else to deliver you food. The midwife will see you when she is needed but she is to come alone and be searched every time she comes". Your hands rest under your stomach. Breaking eye contact with him as you look down. He stays quiet as you process his answers. Nodding slightly before looking back up at him. "Good. Go pack a bag"

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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.

[storywriter007]

Life or Death - Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n realizes thomas shelby hasn't been good to her

warnings: character death, cursing, poverty, catcalling, mentions of sex,

genre: heartbreak

word count: 2.9k

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Birmingham, 1900

"i'm starving." a young thomas shelby said aloud.

"have you not had anything to eat today?" a young y/n asked.

"money's been tight, i've had to skip meals." tommy explained.

the two ten year olds sat in silence for a moment.

y/n knew what it was like for money to be tight. her family's income had been tight, after the passing of her father. her mom went to teach children at a local school while making dresses on the side to keep the two of them afloat.

"it's almost suppertime, why don't you come to my house?" y/n invited.

"really?" he asked.

"of course." she nodded. "you're my best friend, why would i want to see you hungry?"

that evening, y/n and tommy walked home together and were given a warm welcome by y/n's mother.

"tommy! welcome!" she exclaimed. "come on in you two."

they sat down at the table and began eating supper. stew and dumplings. it was warm and delicious.

to tommy, y/n's house often felt more like home than his own. it was quite small, but it had home-like decorations everywhere. it was nice and toasty since it didn't take much fire to heat the place, and moreover y/n was there.

"you children cannot stay out in the cold during this time of year." y/n's mother scolded, putting her hand on tommy's cheek and seeing how cold it was.

"but we were playing a game-" y/n argued.

"play games inside. i don't want to see you to freeze to death." she continued.

"yes mom." y/n laughed, looking at tommy, knowing they were going to go outside the next day anyways.

it was getting dark out and tommy was full.

"i should probably get going. bye y/n, by ms. y/l/n!" tommy said, getting up.

"wait!" y/n said, running to the kitchen.

she came back with tupperware.

"here, take some home." she insisted.

"no, no, i couldn't-" he argued.

"take it! tell john, arthur, and ada i say hello!" y/n said, shoving the tupperware into his arms.

that night, tommy's siblings had a warm meal.

"this is delicious tommy! where'd you get this from?" arthur remarked.

"y/n. she insisted." he responded.

"you better marry her for this one." arthur laughed.

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Birmingham, 1904

"look at the body on that one." a classmate remarked as y/n walked by.

she just rolled her eyes and continued walking. this wasn't unusual.

"you'd make a ton of money at the whore house!" the boy yelled out again as laughter followed.

so would your mother, y/n thought of saying, but decided that it was best for her to not. this boy was twice her size.

"so would your mother." another boy's voice called out.

y/n turned around to see tommy and the other boy standing chest to chest, about to fight.

"what'd you say shelby?" the boy asked.

"so would your mother." he repeated, not an ounce of fear in his voice.

a teacher came and pulled the two apart.

"both of you seperate. if i see this again, i'll make sure to tell your mothers!" she scolded.

both the boys backed away from one another. tommy caught up with y/n.

"thanks tommy." she said.

"it's nothing, i've wanted to say that to him for a while now." tommy laughed.

"my mum's sending me to get groceries today? would you like to join me." y/n asked.

"of course." tommy agreed. "can't wait to eat apples out of the farmer's cart."

"don't do that! you got us chased down last time!" y/n scolded, remembering a set of angry farmers running after them.

they settled down after they were paid, at least. otherwise, who knows what could've happened.

"it was fun!" he argued.

"it was." she agreed.

as she watched tommy walk away, y/n realized that she had a crush on him. but it was just a crush, it wasn't that serious.

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Birmingham, 1914

"glad to see you dr." tommy smiled, opening the door to the pub.

"happier to see you mr." she returned the joke.

y/n had always wanted to save people's lives, so she entered the medical field. after gaining main patients, it became more difficult to see tommy as often as she used to. even tommy was on the rise in the business world. it was hard to hangout with one-another, but they always made time.

over the years, y/n's crush on tommy had turned into love, but she didn't know how to tell him. no time ever seemed right.

"there might be a war." tommy said, drinking whiskey at the pub.

"you think you'll get drafted?" y/n asked, wanting him to say no, but knowing what the answer was.

"yes." he answered. "unfortunately."

"it'll just be me and ada." y/n chuckled. "she's better company than you."

"oh really? go drink with her." tommy laughed. "you'll miss me when i go off."

"you know i will." y/n smiled.

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y/n realized her worst nightmare had come true as tommy stood at her front door.

"i have to go to france." he said.

she felt water fill up her eyes, but she stayed calm.

"i'll miss you." she smiled.

"i'll miss you too." he smiled back.

he turned around to leave.

"tommy, wait." she said, trying not to cry.

he turned around.

"i didn't know when to tell you this because no time ever seemed right and we were always so busy." she rambled. "but since you're going to france, and i might not see you again, i just want you to know i love you. it's no use for me to say i don't, because it's true. i've loved you ever since i've known you."

the tears started falling. he stared at her for a minute. did she ruin their friendship? did he not feel the same way? would he never talk to her again? did she have to do this before he left?

lost in her thoughts, y/n didn't realize tommy had leaned down and kissed her.

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Birmingham, 1918

y/n got down on her knees, that had already been bruised from how much she'd kneeled.

"dear god, please keep tommy, john, and arthur safe." she pleaded. "please keep tommy safe."

she'd done this every morning and every night since the boys were drafted.

"please make it end soon." she continued.

she looked at the couple of photographs her and tommy had together from years before. they used to love taking together, and writing the story on the back.

she got to their last picture. taken four years ago. it was hear and tommy making silly faces. on the back, it said, "tommy's going to france."

she felt a tear run down her cheek. what if he never came back? what if that was their last photo together?

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Birmingham, 1919

y/n was overjoyed when all three brothers returned, alive. she hugged tommy so tightly, glad he was alright.

but something had changed. tommy wasn't as happy as he used to be anymore. he didn't smiled as much, but he still did when they were together, and that was all that mattered to y/n.

y/n knew all about the shelby business, having grown very close to ada and polly, she was informed about everything. even when tommy was doing gang work before, he was never as gloomy as he was now. he was much more serious.

she tried desperately to comfort him, and it did work. he did talk about the war with her, and y/n understood he was traumatized. she didn't try to change him or tell him lighten up, she understood the mental toll it had taken on him.

countless nights would tommy tell her about the memories of war and they would end up falling asleep on the floor, in a mix of papers and books.

they were never officially together, they had never gotten then chance. but when tommy was ready, y/n hoped they could make it offical.

one night, they walked into the garrison. y/n had just finished with a long day of patients.

"dr!" arthur greeted y/n with a hug.

"arthur!" she laughed back.

however, there was a new face at the pub. she was pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes. y/n came up to her.

"i haven't seen you around! are you new?" she smiled, asking.

"yes, i am new." the barmaid responded, quite curtly, y/n noticed.

"i'm y/n! what's your name?" she asked.

"grace. my name is grace." she said, briefly.

"well, grace, i just wanted to say, i think you're absolutely gorgeous." y/n smiled.

grace gave a brief smile back and went back to bartending.

odd, y/n thought, but assumed it was because of how busy the pub was, her mind was probably on working.

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"there's this new copper who's been on my ass." tommy said.

"that sucks. has he been sniffing around?" y/n asked.

"yes." he responded, taking a long drag out of his cigarette.

y/n noticed grace very clearly listening to their conversation.

"he's been asking me about, well, y'know." he continued. "they're taken care of, but still. he's onto me."

of course she knew. the guns. tommy had told her everything. his plan and why.

"that's enough about that." he ended. "how's your business, doctor?"

"it's going well." y/n chuckled. "i'm seeing entire lineages now."

"whiskey?" grace asked, coming over.

"no thank you." y/n smiled. "i should get home now."

tommy smiled and said goodbye. y/n thought that was odd, since usually tommy would've walked her out.

"thank you grace." she said, before leaving.

grace ignored her.

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y/n was sitting with the shelby's at the garrison. she noticed something about tommy, something odd. he straightened up whenever grace entered the room and he always smiled.

this wasn't the first odd thing tommy had done. since she came, he was at the pub more. he also took her to a horserace. not to mention, his eyes foretold a story between them. it had been a while since tommy looked at her that way.

but there was something odd about grace. she was always listening in and trying to get closer to tommy.

y/n asked to see tommy privately, and that's when she made her point.

"the barmaid, she seems suspicious. do you notice how she's always listening in and trying to get close to you? and how that copper start bothering you the same time she came here?" y/n said.

"her name's grace." tommy responded.

"yes, grace, seems odd." y/n corrected.

"what is it y/n? you can't stand there's another friend of mine?" he said, clearly aggravated.

"no, i don't care about that. i just don't want you to get hurt-"

"hurt? hurt is when i was in france." he interrupted.

"tommy, will you just try to listen?"

"to your bullshit? no." he said.

that hurt.

"you're free to leave." he said simply, taking a drag out of his cigarette.

y/n chuckled, and left.

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can y/n say it came as a shock when tommy told her grace had betrayed him and fled the country? not really.

"i told you so." y/n said, plainly. "it was obvious."

tommy seemed pissed at that comment.

"that doesn't mean you can talk down on her." tommy stated.

"well tommy, you can't really control what i say and what i think." she responded back, beginning to get aggravated at his blindness. "and what i think is that grace is a traitor."

"what i think is that you should leave." he said.

"always running from the truth, now-a-days, aren't you?" she smiled, leaving.

y/n would be lying if she said she didn't go home that night and cry, because she did. why was tommy so wrapped around grace? had he fallen in love with her? no, no. it was probably just attraction. it had to be. right?

the next day, tommy apologized for being so harsh to her, and everything was back to normal. no more grace, no more deception, and no more stupidity.

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y/n was still waiting for tommy to make it official, but he still hadn't. the war had been over for two years now. she had thought about tommy everyday for the past seven years.

she missed him, she missed what they used to have. it was almost midnight, and she decided she wanted to go see him. she couldn't keep waiting.

she called his number three times, but he didn't pick up, so she drove to his home, and knocked on the door. no answer. she was starting to get worried. she opened the door and walked in on something that made her stomach drop.

it was tommy with grace. and they were having sex on the sofa, and he whispered how much he loved her and how he thought of her everyday. it seemed they had finished, because now they were getting dressed. when tommy turned his head and saw y/n, his eyes grew wide.

y/n felt tears in her eyes and a lump in her throat.

he dragged her into his office.

"what the hell y/n! you can't just fucking barge into my house!" he yelled.

"i called you three times. i knocked on your door and waited outside for five minutes. with the life you live tommy, i got worried." she said, wiping her nose.

"y/n, you have to leave." he said. "i've got something here, and i can't lose it again."

again. y/n felt her stomach drop and her heart break into a thousand pieces.

"again?" she asked. "again! tommy, i have waited for you! i waited for seven fucking years, waiting for you to say you want to try something with me!" she yelled.

"do you not remember! do you not remember the night you got drafted, because i sure as hell do!" she screamed.

"y/n, calm down, you're going to scare grace-"

oh that sent her.

"grace! you think i give two fucks about grace! the one who deceived you, lied to you, manipulated you, and now comes running back!" she screamed even louder.

"i love her!" he yelled.

"you love her! you love her! than what about me!" y/n yelled, tears starting to flow. "what about every day and night i prayed for you during the war! what about every time i invited you to my house for supper! i have waited and waited for you to say that you love me and you just don't!"

tommy was silent.

"i have loved you throughout everything. i was always kind to you. i was good." she continued.

"i'm a bad man, y/n, we know this." he said.

"and i love you even though you're a bad man! you believed every one of her lies of all of my truths. and i still loved you! you kicked me out everytime i brought it up! and guess what? i still loved you."

tommy looked at her.

"who was there by your side when you were scared and alone? who was there every night when you got back from the war and had terrible nightmares? who was there taking care of finn while you were off at war, because i don't think it was fucking grace!"

"i'm sorry." he said.

"no you're not because if you were, you wouldn't have done this in the first place!" she screamed through tears.

"who was there thomas!" that was the first time she had said his full name. "i'm done. don't fucking call me, don't show up to my office, don't come near me. i'm done playing your dark and twisted games just for you to switch the rules so someone else wins. i'm done dealing with a different you every fucking night. i'm done."

thomas looked at her.

"who's it going to be?" y/n asked.

"so well." he responded.

y/n smiled and turned around to leave, but before she left, she said he final words to thomas.

"i'm never going to aid you again. whether it be in life or death."

that was the last conversation between y/n and thomas.

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Birmingham, 1924

"just have some soup and rest up, and you'll feel a lot better." y/n advised her last patient of the day.

work had become more of a thing for y/n after word of her spread all across birmingham, she was getting patients from everywhere. and for right reasons, she was a damn good doctor.

she walked them outside before sitting in the waiting room with her receptionist.

"thank you edward, you're free to leave." she said, smiling.

"see you tomorrow doctor." edward smiled as he exited.

y/n was left to close her office. she began putting files away and cleaning equiptment. the doors and windows were locked. the stationary was put away.

suddenly, she heard a loud knock on her door. she turned around to see a face she thought she'd never see again. she stared into his bright blue eyes for a moment, before realizing he was actually here, and that it was just a figment of her imagination.

y/n opened the small window on the door. she looked down to see him carrying grace. she had been very clearly shot.

"she might have a chance, please y/n."

"you chose her over me." y/n said, looking into his piercing blue eyes.

he froze.

"and i told you that very night, i would never aid you again, whether it be life or death." she reminded, shutting the window door.

he banged on the door, pleading. she shot him one last look before shutting the blinds, turning the lights off, and leaving out the back.

[megalony]

You Are Enough

This is a new Tommy Kinard imagine, hopefully to bring a bit of fluff after the last 911 episode.

I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: At a family dinner, (Y/n) and Buck find out a bombshell about their childhood and the reason they were born. Unable to cope, the pair of them drink themselves into oblivion. Tommy gets the drunken phone call afterwards.

Enjoy.

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A grimace crossed (Y/n)'s face and she hung her head down when she watched her mother walk into the kitchen.

Had it not been clear that (Y/n) had come in here to get away from their family for a few minutes? She hadn't intended to be followed and observed in the kitchen the same as she was at the dining table.

Her finger swirled around the rim of her glass and she arched her lower back out, clicking her spine into place before she held the stem of her glass and downed the remnants of wine left in the glass. She needed another drink. (Y/n) felt like drinking enough glasses until she felt and smelled like a brewery. She needed something to get her through this night with her parents.

"Another one?"

Resentment pooled in (Y/n)'s stomach when she felt her mother's eyes on her as she poured herself a drink.

Was she not entitled to another drink? It wasn't as if (Y/n) had drank a full bottle or more since she'd been here, she was allowed to get drunk if she wanted to.

She didn't bother to give her mother an answer, she simply poured herself a large glass of white wine until the bottle was empty and she could set it down near the sink. No point leaving a drop left in the bottle, not when (Y/n) was more than eager to drink the rest of it up.

"What are you wearing, honey?" Margaret danced her eyes up and down (Y/n)'s frame while (Y/n) slowly straightened up. Her fingers clenched around her glass until her nails were close to leaving splinter marks in the tall glass.

She wondered how long it would be before her mother commented on her attire. (Y/n) saw no need to dress up tonight, not for a family meal round at Maddie and Chimney's apartment. It didn't matter what she wore, her mother always made some sort of remark. She would say dresses didn't suit (Y/n), she was showing too much cleavage or it didn't go down her thighs enough and looked too revealing. Or the material wasn't right and made her look odd.

It seemed to be her mother's favourite game to try and nit-pick until (Y/n)'s temper went bust.

"It's one of Tommy's shirts." She shrugged and took another gulp of her drink but the way her mother narrowed her eyes and looked at her made (Y/n) shiver.

"Maybe you should wear your own clothes, or don't they suit you?"

"Tommy's stuff suits me just fine." The snappy edge to her voice made Margaret's nose scrunch and she looked away from her daughter.

(Y/n) liked wearing her partner's clothes, especially when he wasn't around. His smell stuck to his clothes and it calmed (Y/n) down and made her feel at ease. It made her feel like he was here with her when he was really on shift. Tommy would be finishing his shift in an hour or so if he was on schedule and not held back, and by the time (Y/n) got home tonight she should be able to find her partner curled up in bed.

She wanted to be home right now. She wanted to be home waiting for Tommy to get back.

In an ideal world, Tommy would have been here with them. He had had years of experience with tough parents after dealing with his sadistic father and a depressed mother. He would of been fine with the cold remarks, he would of brushed them off and made light out of the situation and he would of kept (Y/n) calm. But he wasn't here, and her patience was wearing thin.

Shaking her head, (Y/n) turned away and walked back through towards the dining room. But she quickly diverted towards the living room when she realised everyone had filtered through there. Rightfully so, considering dinner had now finished. No point sitting at the table when they could relax on the sofa.

When she spotted Buck sat on the end of the sofa, (Y/n) made a beeline for him and plonked down next to him so she was in the middle of the sofa. If she was going to get through the rest of this night, she had to be close to her twin.

She felt a little more at ease when Maddie sat down next to her so all three siblings were in line on the sofa, and Chimney perched down on the arm rest next to Maddie. It was a bit of a tight fit for them all on the sofa, but they made it work. It was comfortable, cosy.

It meant (Y/n) wasn't directly close to either parent, with Phillip being in the armchair next to Buck and Margaret sat opposite him in the other chair that was nearer to Maddie. (Y/n) felt neutral in the middle, she felt protected and closed off from her parents, exactly how she wanted to be.

(Y/n) let herself slouch down a little more to try and get comfy and her fingers traced over the cold glass she was cradling like it was some sort of sacred object.

"Maddie, we got you a few things. It's not much, just a few bits for the baby."

(Y/n) leaned her head on her brother's shoulder, watching with a slight sense of boredom as their dad got up and set a bag down on the coffee table in front of Maddie.

She couldn't help but wonder that if at some time in the future, she herself got pregnant, would their parents make such a fuss? Would they insist on coming down to see (Y/n) if she were having a baby? Would they get her gifts and pay attention? Would they make more of a deal about Tommy like they were trying to do with Chimney? Would they finally think of Tommy as family?

After all, he and (Y/n) had been dating for a long while now, and they had talked about kids. They were thinking of trying for a baby- not that they would tell anyone that yet, not unless it actually happened.

She caught her sister's eye and both of them shared a smile as Maddie began to look through the gifts, unaware that (Y/n)'s smile was more forced than natural.

It was mainly a few baby grows, ranging from Winnie The Pooh to blushing pink, with a few teddies in the mix. (Y/n) handed a few across to Buck so he could look too once Maddie started handing the stuff to (Y/n) so her siblings could inspect and be nosey.

"These are lovely, thank you." Maddie folded the clothes back up once everyone had had the chance to look at them and she laid them on the table. It wasn't like they were crying out for baby things, the team had already given Maddie and Chimney more than enough items to keep their daughter clothed for the next five years, but it was the thought that counted.

The Buckley siblings didn't see their parents often, and although that was the way they liked it, receiving gifts was a nice offering.

"I can't believe it, our first grandchild." Margaret reached across and ran her hand up and down Maddie's knee, oblivious to the way that (Y/n) looked up to catch her brother's eye.

They both knew if they ever had kids, they wouldn't receive this kind of treatment. They wouldn't be fussed over like Maddie was, they would never be loved or favourtised like their elder sibling, and that was something they had come to terms with years ago.

Tilting her head down, (Y/n) rose her glass and took a large mouthful of wine that suddenly tasted bitter rather than sweet.

She wanted to go home.

She hated herself for feeling jealous and resentful towards Maddie because it wasn't her fault and (Y/n) loved her. She was truly happy that her big sister was finally happy and settling down to have a family of her own rather than parenting her two younger siblings.

But this only proved how left out (Y/n) and Buck were still feeling and they were in their twenties now, not little kids vying for their parent's attention. (Y/n) didn't want to sit here and watch her sister get fussed over and showered with gifts and love while she and her twin just sat there like ornaments.

The twins were here for decoration rather than to be involved, whether that was how the rest of them felt or not.

"What's in that box over there?" Chimney pointed across towards the pale cream box he could see near the window. He had seen Phillip bring it in when they arrived and he had done his best not to be nosey, but he was curious by nature and he wanted to know what else they had brought over.

"Oh," A smile animated Margaret's face and she hurried up to go and retrieve the box in question.

Both (Y/n) and Buck tried to lean over to catch a glimpse and curiosity perked in their eyes when they noticed Maddie was written in cursive writing across the lid in glittered, sparkling letters.

"The baby box I made when we had Maddie, here. I thought you might like it, maybe you could make one for your little girl."

A tremor tore through (Y/n) when she looked at the box and although she wasn't sure why, she felt something clawing at her chest. Like an animal hidden within her ribcage, desperately trying to break free. That box looked like an omen rather than a gift. It looked hazardous. Maybe that was because (Y/n) could see how much effort had been put into that box, and she knew.

She knew there wasn't one like that for her.

(Y/n) shuffled a bit closer to Buck's side and sat up straight with her arms resting on her thighs. She passed her wine glass back and forth between her hands while she arched forward and watched her sister intently. Even though she didn't want to know what little treasures their mum had kept from when Maddie was little.

But when she felt her twin lean over with one hand on her arm and the other rummaging through the box, she knew Buck felt it too. The slight displacement they had suffered through all their lives.

"That's so cool, did you bring ours?"

One little look at her mum was enough to cause a callous smile to cross (Y/n)'s face and she couldn't hide the tears welling up in her eyes. She had been right; there was no such box for the twins.

"We don't have one. Do we?"

Both parents stayed quiet, sharing a few looks with each other while Buck gripped (Y/n)'s arm and leaned closer to her as if to comfort his twin. He could feel her heart breaking and it made his own chest tighten like he was about to have a heart attack.

He rested his temple against the side of (Y/n)'s head and she was sure he tried to whisper something in her ear, probably some words of comfort. But whatever he said fell upon deaf ears when (Y/n) looked at Maddie.

She noticed Maddie trying to scrunch up a picture and slide it beneath her leg, something she always did when she was trying to hide something. Whether it was a bad report card she didn't want their parents seeing or a party invite she was trying to hide from the twins to make a big surprise.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what came over her, but she leaned away from Buck and snatched the picture from beneath Maddie's thigh before her sister could hide it or try and discard it. Whatever it was, Maddie clearly didn't want the twins to see and therefore (Y/n) had to know what it was.

She recognised that red bike.

It was the one they used to have in the garage, the one that presumably had been Maddie's when she was younger because their mother kept it even when Maddie outgrew it. She wouldn't allow the twins to touch it, let alone try and learn how to ride a bike with that red, tattered old thing.

But that wasn't Buck on the bike. (Y/n) knew what her twin looked like as a child, and this wasn't him. And when she turned the picture round and saw the date on the back, she noticed it was over a year before the twins had even been born.

"Who is that?"

Buck leaned over her shoulder to see what the picture was, and his hand clutched at (Y/n)'s arm tighter while his brows knitted together in confusion. He didn't recognise the little boy either.

When he looked between their parents sat either side of the sofa, Buck frowned to see that they had both turned as white as paper. There were tears welling up in their mother's eyes while Phillip was scratching the back of his neck out of nervous habit.

Yet it was the tears in Maddie's eyes that had both twins on edge. Why was she covering her mouth and trying not to cry? Why was she looking at them with such sorrow like that?

"Daniel."

"And who's he?" That name meant nothing to either of them. The twins shared a look but they were both coming up blank for answers.

"We, um… we had him two years after Maddie. He had leukemia, he, he passed when you two were only babies."

Every thought possible swirled round in (Y/n)'s head as she felt both her brother's hands on her shoulders like he didn't believe what he was hearing. This couldn't be possible. Why wouldn't they tell them? Why would they keep such a secret? Why would they keep this all to themselves? Were the twins not worthy of knowing they had a big brother they never got to meet?

"Wh- no. No you never told us- why wouldn't you tell us something like that? Why wouldn't you acknowledge him around us?" Buck's voice grew louder and louder with each word as his head snapped from left to right, trying to look between his parents who he didn't recognise right now.

There was no plausible explanation for hiding something like this. If Buck ever had kids and God forbid he lost one, he wouldn't erase them from existence and pretend they never happened. They had never celebrated Daniel's birthday. They never had pictures of him in the house- there were hardly any pictures of the twins in the house as it was. No one uttered his name or had any memory of him in the house.

"We lost him, Evan. We didn't want to live our lives mourning him-"

"So you chose to forget him?"

"Evan we would never-"

"You had us while he was sick? How long had he been diagnosed?" A frown pulled at (Y/n)'s lips while she set her glass down on the coffee table and clasped her hands together in her lap.

How stressful it must have been to look after twins and Maddie while their other child was dying. Going through a twin pregnancy would have been stressful enough without the added trauma of a sick child. But as (Y/n) thought everything over, she just happened to look up at her mother at the wrong time.

She had a look of sympathy in her eyes. Margaret never held such emotions for the twins like that.

"No, oh no. You… tell me you didn't…" The words wouldn't come out. All (Y/n) could do was let the tears fall from her eyes as she began to shake. Both her hands moved to cup her mouth as her jaw hung loose and her breathing came to an odd pattern.

"What? What, I don't understand." Buck moved both hands to grip (Y/n)'s forearms as he tried to lean in front of her to get her to look at him. Something daunting had crossed her face. Some sense of realisation had hit (Y/n) whereas it hadn't clicked in Buck's brain yet. He didn't understand what she had thought of.

When Maddie tried to take (Y/n)'s hand, the younger girl shook her off and leaned into Buck as if their sister was suddenly contagious.

"You said I wasn't planned, that I- I was the surprise, but Buck wasn't." (Y/n)wiped her eyes but the tears continued to fall. "We were donor babies, weren't we?"

The way Margaret's lower lip wobbled and Phillip refused to look at either of them while he pressed his hands to his mouth secured (Y/n)'s answer.

They were donor babies.

They were designed embryos, made with the exact blood and bone marrow type to match the brother they never knew they had. They were supposed to save him. They weren't wanted, neither of them were born to be wanted or loved or cherished. They were born specifically to save the child their parents wanted and they couldn't even do that right.

Everything seemed to slot into place and the more pieces that fitted together, the more (Y/n) started to feel sick and feel bile rising to the back of her throat.

All those times their parents never made a fuss on their birthdays, all those times they barely heard the words 'I love you' unless it was Maddie telling them. Each time they had to get hurt for attention or run away to cause a panic and be shown that they were valued and cherished. Each time (Y/n) asked about when they were born and their mother refused to answer, this was why.

Their mum always used to say that having twins was a surprise. That (Y/n) wasn't planned, she was a surprise since she was the younger twin by five minutes. This was why. They planned to have one more child to save their son but they ended up with (Y/n) too. Neither of them were truly wanted, they were just needed for a short while and then couldn't be returned after they were no longer of use.

This was why the twins always felt disconnected and why there were barely any photos of them growing up. This was why all of the pictures of (Y/n) and Buck as babies were with no one holding them. (Y/n) had been the sick twin, stuck in the hospital for two weeks before coming home and there was only one photo of her in the hospital when she was born.

Did they even visit her when she was sick? Did they check on her, or did they just take what they needed from her and Evan and stay with Daniel the whole time?

"All these years. All this time, we felt so out of place and alone, and this is why. You never wanted us. Did we remind you of him? Did we fail you every day we woke up and he didn't?"

"Evan please, we tried our best-"

"We just wanted you to love us!"

The sheer outburst and the way that Buck bolted up from the sofa sent everyone reeling.

The artery in his neck was close to bursting, his hand was pointing out at his parents and his jaw was grinding tight and about to dislocate. His body was shaking from adrenaline as he glared at them. His parents had lied to him all his life. His big sister who was the only one who loved him, she never told him why he felt so out of place and unloved and misunderstood. The only person he could rely on was his twin and she felt exactly the same as him.

Maddie was leaning into Chimney who had an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side.

Margaret was crying into her hands, unable to look away from her son for the first time in a long while, and Phillip was now stood up, running his fingers through his hair as he tried not to breakdown.

And then there was (Y/n). Silently crying, arms bound around her waist as she felt the need to throw up or pass out, possibly both.

"I walk into fire every day of my life because of you. I tried everything to get your approval, to get you to love me, to love us the way you do Maddie, but nothing would ever work. And now I know why, because we failed you."

When Maddie tried again to reach out for her sister, she gasped when (Y/n) all but slapped her touch away.

"You should have t-told us." All those times (Y/n) and Buck asked her why their parents didn't pay them any attention or turn up for school plays or listen to them or even love them. Maddie had the answers and she never said anything. She should have told them the moment the twins moved out. She had years to tell them and she never mentioned it.

Not once.

(Y/n) ran her hands across her face, brushing the tears away before she moved her hands to the sofa and pushed up to unsteady feet.

"Let's get out of here." Her words were clearly directed towards Buck and he seemed relieved to hear them.

Neither of them wanted to stay here. They didn't want to look at their parents, let alone be in the same room as them, and right now, for the first time, that included Maddie as well. She hid this from them, she lied to them and withheld the answers they so desperately searched for. Maddie should have told them once they were old enough, she had the choice and the ability to tell them whether their parents told her to stay quiet or not. She chose to keep this secret too.

"Guys, you don't have to leave." Chimney pushed up from the sofa along with Maddie who tried to reach out for them. But she pushed back into Chimney, smothering a cry when (Y/n) sobbed and jerked away from her. She didn't feel safe here. Maddie lied to her. Their parents lied to them their entire lives and now the twins understood why their parents looked at them the way they did.

"Fuck all of you." (Y/n) made a brisk walk towards the door, grabbing her bag on her way past.

Buck followed swiftly behind her, slinging his jacket over one shoulder but when he felt Maddie grabbing his arm, he glared down at his big sister for the first time in his life.

"Buck, please don't go."

"You made your choice." He tore his arm from her grip, using his sleeve to wipe away the tears before he pushed ahead and followed after his sister. Maddie chose to keep this secret and now she could face the repercussions of that.

The pair of them stormed down the hall, tears drenching their faces and every limb trembling as they walked in tandem but with no destination in sight.

"What a-are we going to do?" (Y/n) didn't want to go home. Tommy probably wouldn't be home yet and even if he was, (Y/n) didn't think she could face him. She didn't want to go back to an empty house. She didn't want to go back to a place full of memories when all she desired was to be far away from anything and everything.

She felt a fire igniting in her chest when Buck slid his hand into hers and tugged her to keep up with his fast pace as he began their descent down the stairs. He knew where they should go. He knew exactly what they needed to do and where to go in order to escape everything that had happened tonight.

"We're gonna get drunk."

***

It had been a good idea.

Going out for drinks, just the two of them where they only needed each other. It had been a good idea at the time.

But now, almost ten shots later, countless rounds of cocktails mixed with vodka martinis and the odd glass of wine, it was all coming back up with vengeance. (Y/n) could feel everything mixing oddly in her stomach and swirling around in her liver and she knew her brother felt the same by the way he kept hiccupping and wobbling on his feet.

She wasn't sure how long it took them to get back to Buck's apartment, but it had taken significantly longer than it would have if they had been sober.

Her head fell onto Buck's arm and her hand clutched his while her other hand reached out for the door frame.

Buck's brows knitted together as he tried to fathom how to get the key into the lock and which way it was supposed to turn. After a minute, he grinned and jingled the keys at his sister to show her which key he had been trying to put in the lock.

The key to the jeep.

Five minutes later and the door was finally open and both twins stumbled through the door.

Buck kicked the door shut behind him while (Y/n) stumbled ahead until she went down on her knees when her feet gave way and her head started to spin. She felt like lying down and going to sleep, but her brain was much to hyperactive for that to happen, and it didn't matter how drunk she was.

Once she was on the floor, she shuffled until she was against the kitchen island and her back was resting up against the counter. Her head tipped back to try and stop herself from being sick and her arms looped around her knees which she brought up to her stomach.

She couldn't stop the tears from streaking down her face, or the sobs that started to bubble past her lips which turned into horrible sobs once she started and couldn't stop.

Her body rocked back and forth and each time her body went back, the back of her head slammed into the counter with enough force to make her whimper and have her sights blurring in front of her.

"Why am I even here?"

"What?" Buck hiccupped again and when he realised his sister was sat on the floor, he frowned for a moment before he let his knees cave and he crashed down beside her.

He shed his jacket like it was a second skin and he sat oddly on one hip with his legs curled beneath him and his hand on (Y/n)'s knee. He winced each time she slammed her head back and after a minute, he pressed his temple against the side of her head to try and get her to stop. She was sending him dizzy and making him want to cry which was also making him feel sick.

"We didn't even save him! Why am I alive? T-they've always looked at us funny, like we're letting them down, and we did. We were born to save him and we failed."

What had they done wrong? There were two of them and even that hadn't been enough to save the brother they never knew they had. Why had two of them not been enough? Why had neither of them been able to donate enough stem cells or blood or whatever Daniel needed? Why did they get to live but he still died even with them here? How was any of this fair?

"M-mum always said we were a surprise… they were expecting one kid, and got two. They didn't want me, I wasn't planned and I- I never saved him. No wonder she never loved us."

A loud wail left (Y/n)'s lips followed by a broken cough when she felt like the vodka they drank was doing a summersault in her stomach.

Her nails began to scratch into her lower legs and she slammed her head back into the counter with enough force to blackout her vision and send her head spinning from left to right. She felt Buck wince beside her and he groaned as he reeled her away from the wall.

She was starting to get self-destructive and Buck didn't want his twin to hurt herself. She didn't need to do that. She didn't deserve that. It was their parents who deserved all this pain they were feeling. Losing a child had been hard enough, but they had treated (Y/n) and Buck like they were unwanted guests they couldn't get rid of. As if they were a hindrance, a parasite and that had been crueller than not telling them about Daniel's existence.

Their parent's didn't want (Y/n).

She was the younger twin, the one who had to stay in hospital in the ICU for longer. She was the surprise. They planned for one more child to try and save Daniel but they ended up with two who couldn't do one job between them. This was why (Y/n) and Evan had been self-destructive all their lives, why they tried to subconsciously save as many people as they could. Because there was one important person they had never been able to save.

When (Y/n) flopped into him with her eyes closed from her vision that was still blurring, Buck wrapped his arms around her.

He let (Y/n) flop onto her side with her knees still curled up into her stomach and her head resting on his lap. He wrapped his arm around her and leaned down to hug her, but he hated the way she started to sob which in turn made him begin to cry.

He fumbled his hand around in his pocket, silently praying that he hadn't lost his phone when they got blackout drunk tonight. The moment he found it, he scrolled through until he found Tommy's contact.

"Buck?"

"Are you s-still at work?" Buck groaned as he began to hiccup again and part of him wished he had face-timed Tommy to make this a bit easier.

A frown appeared on Tommy's face as he pushed up so he was leaning up into the pillows. He blearily blinked through the darkness and pressed his phone tighter to his ear to try and hear Buck a bit better.

He was close to Buck. They were like brothers, given how long Tommy had been dating (Y/n) and how close she was to her twin. Tommy had intergrated into their circle and he went out on nights out with Buck and had reconnected to Chimney because he was with Maddie. Tommy felt like Buck was the brother he'd never had, so he could tell right now that something was off in buck's voice.

"Buck, it's one in the morning, I'm in bed. What's wrong? Didn't you all have your family meal tonight?" Tommy glanced at his phone, reading that it was just after one in the morning.

He had been expecting (Y/n) to come home by now, but Tommy also knew that his girl would be spending the evening with Buck. She already warned him that family meals didn't go down well and she would probably go out somewhere with Buck or head back to his place for a while.

He had waited until midnight to check if (Y/n) called him for a ride home, but he figured she was spending the night at Buck's place.

A shiver crawled down Tommy's spine and he jerked up into a sitting position when a sudden noise caught his attention.

(Y/n).

She was crying. Why was she crying? It was late in the night, had they been involved in some kind of accident? Had someone hurt her? Where were they? What were the pair of them doing?

"Is that (Y/n)? Buck why is she crying, what's happened?" Tommy was already scrambling out of bed and looking for his clothes before he got a response. He set his phone on speaker and turned the lamp on so he could try and get dressed. He had no idea what was going on but he knew he needed to find his girlfriend and one of his best friends and help them.

"Please come over."

"Where are you?"

Buck glanced down at his sister on his lap while he sniffed and rubbed his sleeve beneath his eyes and nose. "Where a-are we?" He frowned before a light went off in his mind and he almost smiled. "Oh, w-we're at my place."

"I'll be ten minutes."

True to his word, Tommy got to Buck's apartment in record time, mainly because it was late at night and there were no cars on the road which meant he hit every green light on the way.

He was utterly relieved when he knocked on the door and tried the handle that they had left the door unlocked. It meant he didn't have to wait for them to come to the door because he guessed by the confusion and the sound of Buck's voice that they were drunk. That wasn't the best start or a great indicator about what had happened tonight.

He hurried inside, darting his head from left to right before a crumpled sight on the floor near the dining table caught his attention.

The twins were curled up together on the floor in front of the kitchen island next to the bar stools. (Y/n) had her head on Buck's knee and she was sobbing freely which broke Tommy's heart. But seeing Buck rocking back and forth, trying to curl around her made Tommy feel even worse.

He bolted over to the pair of them and knelt down just in front of them with rabid, wild eyes and his breaths running away from him.

His hands gently reached out for (Y/n) and the moment his thumb brushed her cheek and his hand cupped the side of her neck, she seemed to come alive. A gasp tumbled past her lips and a floodwave of tears broke down her face as she scrambled to push up off Buck's lap.

Her arms deadlocked around Tommy's neck and she pushed herself into his chest, scrambling across until she was laid on his thighs in an awkward position.

"Okay, okay baby come here."

His hand cupped the back of her neck while his other hand gripped her thigh comfortingly and he firmly pulled (Y/n) up. He lifted her until her face was tucked into his neck and her chest was pressing into his. Her knees pressed into his hips until (Y/n) found the will to move and managed to shakily curl her legs around Tommy's torso so she was sitting on his lap, clinging to him like a baby monkey.

He slowly swayed back and forth, attaching his lips to the side of her head while he watched Buck lean back into the counter and bring his knees up to his stomach. His hands knitted in his hair and he tried to take deep breaths but he felt like he was going insane.

"Can one of you tell me what's happened please?" He peppered a few more kisses against (Y/n)'s temple while his thumb stroked the back of her neck and his fingers wove into her hair.

He could feel the way (Y/n) was gasping into his neck and how badly she was trembling in his arms. He figured she wasn't going to be able to string a sentence together yet or tell him what had happened to them both tonight so his eyes set on Buck.

"We had a brother." Buck started talking, but tears continued to trickle down his face and he was at the point of gasping for air. "He had cancer, t-they had us, as donor kids, but we fucked up. We didn't save him, s-so they never told us about him, or w-why we were born."

Tommy's face dropped and his arms subconsciously tightened around (Y/n) when she whimpered. He pressed his lips down into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck while he tried to wrap his head around this.

He'd heard about this. Donor babies. People having genetically modified embryos to be specific matches for their kids. It was quicker than waiting on the donor list and meant their child would have a full blood match and effectively have a bag of spare parts if their child wasn't well or continued to decline.

But Tommy had never met anyone who had been a donor child before, and he'd never known parents to lie about the existence of another child like this. He couldn't imagine the self-discipline it would take to do that or how broken they must be to erase a child from existence. It was cruel. But not as cruel as what they had done to the twins all these years.

"We failed. He's the reason we're alive… a-and we're the reason he's dead."

A sob tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips as she tried to burrow herself further into Tommy to hide away.

But a gasp tumbled past her lips when she felt him stiffen and tense in front of her and he leaned back to try and look down at her.

"Hey, look at me." His hand pinched her chin and tilted her head back so their eyes locked. "So maybe you exist because of some brother you never knew, but he's not dead because of you. Your parents knew what they were doing when they had you, they knew they would have to raise two more kids and if they didn't want to do that, then that's on them."

He pressed his lips against (Y/n)'s burning temple before she gently pulled her head out of his grasp and twisted to lay her cheek on his shoulder. Her arms tightened around his neck and she pressed every inch of her chest up against Tommy's broad chest that softened a little when she snuggled into him.

"Neither of you are God, you don't decide who lives or who dies and you don't exist solely to serve one purpose. How many people would be dead without you two on the job as firemen? You've already saved so many lives, but you're not alive to be valued on those lives. You don't need a purpose, okay, both of you are enough."

Buck looked like he was starting to laugh before a small groan left his lips and he tilted his head down to rest his head in his hands.

Moving his hand, Tommy cupped the side of (Y/n)'s face and kissed her temple for a few moments while he sighed into her hair. It was going to be a long night and it was going to take a while for this news to sink in and for the twins to come to terms with this.

"How much have you two had to drink?" When neither of them answered him, he rephrased. "Alright, what have you had to drink?"

"Shots, s-some martinis and- and cocktails…"

"And vodka." (Y/n) chimed in while she closed her eyes when Tommy groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Jesus, alright so you went all-out then. Baby, baby you stay here for me. Buck, you need to go to bed come on."

Tommy was careful when he eased (Y/n) onto the floor so she was no longer clinging to his chest. He lifted her chin so he could press a wet kiss to her lips before he pushed up to his feet and held his hand out in front of Buck. He helped the other man up to his feet and carefully steered him towards the stairs.

It was late and they were both drunk, they needed to sleep this off and they could all talk in the morning. Tommy would help them cure their hangovers in the morning.

It took a while for Tommy to heave Buck up the stairs and get him towards the bed. He took the time to look around the room and move the small bin so it was beside the bed while Buck stripped from his jeans and jumper and clambered up the bed.

He was half asleep by the time he slumped his face into the pillow and Tommy carefully pushed him so he was laying on his side. If he threw up Tommy didn't want him to choke.

"If you need anything, just shout out. You good?"

The lack of response told Tommy that Buck was starting to drift off and he thought it best to leave him to it.

He jogged back down the stairs towards (Y/n) who had flopped onto her side and started to curl up on the floor like she was getting back into the fetal position.

"No, no baby we're not sleeping down here. Come here, gorgeous."

Tommy cupped the side of her neck and lifted her back up into a sitting position so he could loop her arms around his neck. One arm slid around her waist and the other swooped beneath her knees and with very little effort, Tommy lifted her up bridal style and slowly trailed towards the living room that was shrouded in darkness.

He left the lamp on in the kitchen for a source of light and he carefully sat down on the sofa with (Y/n) in his lap. She stayed limp and easily moveable in his arms while he swung his legs around on the sofa and shifted (Y/n) so she was leaning back into his chest.

The sofa was a bit small for Tommy's large frame, his ankles hung off the end of the arm rest but the cushion was comfy behind his head and he was tired. He knew (Y/n) had to be exhausted too.

Her face tucked down into his chest, smothering her lips and nose in his shirt while her hand fisted in his top and she snuggled down. She was laid on her side, her body perfectly slotted between Tommy's thighs leaning back into his chest. And when Tommy grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa and draped it across them both, he felt (Y/n) smile and hum lovingly into his chest.

There was no way Tommy was driving (Y/n) home in this state and he didn't want to leave Buck alone. It was safer for them both to stay here with him, then the twins could talk in the morning when they were both sober.

"Okay, baby?" His hand ran up and down her arm while his other arm rested behind his head and he tilted his head down. His lips attached to the top of her head while he observed her for a few moments, making sure she was closing her eyes and trying to sleep and not on the verge of another breakdown.

"Hm."

"You are enough. You'll always be enough." His words mingled into her hair and he closed his eyes, breathing in her scent as tiredness washed over them both.

But his words swirled around in (Y/n)'s mind and made her stomach flutter as she snuggled down deeper against Tommy.

She could feel herself falling asleep with nothing but the thought of Tommy playing on her mind and the notion that he loved her to the end of the Earth.

[nickeverdeen]

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

[modelbus]

Could I request a Singer!Reader x Tommyinnit fic with the song ‘So American’ by Olivia Rodrigo? I think it would be cute if tommy bragged about reader on stream and she wrote songs about him <3

I assume you wanted a song fic, and if not… too late… whoops…

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Fem!Reader

So American

Drivin’ on the right-side road He says I’m pretty wearin’ his clothes

Tommy’s eyes are on the window, looking vaguely surprised every time that the Uber takes a turn and reaffirms that, yes, he is meant to be driving on the right side of the road. It was something he jokingly called “barbaric” when he first visited your parents with you, but now he simply gives you a disgusted look to confirm that his beliefs on it hasn't changed. 

His arm is over your shoulders, playing with a loose thread on your sweater. Technically, it’s his sweater, but you claimed it as your own this morning. You claim most of his clothes as your own, actually. You liked wearing his baggy sweaters, he liked seeing you in them. Your fans go wild for it.

A fair trade, in your opinion.

His clothes were softer than yours for some reason, and they smelled like him. Plus, he had about a gazillion sweaters. He could definitely afford to spare some for you.

“The fuck is that?” Tommy asks, squinting at someone in a chicken costume dancing on the roadside with a sign. “Are they a fucking chicken?”

“It’s advertising.” You explain, laughing at the look on his face.

“Take a photo, take a photo.” He directs you, barely waiting for you to get your phone out before he snatches it to take a photo while the Uber drives by. Then he flips the camera to take a selfie of you two, making a horrified look for the photo. You mimic his expression. “There, send it later, I’ll post it.” 

“Got it.” You take your phone back, zooming in on the photo of you two to see how you look in it. Your hair’s a little messy, but that's to be expected. It’s a long Uber ride, after all.

“You look pretty as always, stop inspecting the photo.” Tommy grins at you, yawning after.

“Yeah yeah.” Clicking your phone off, you drop your head onto his shoulder. “Whatever you say, Tom.”

“Damn right, whatever I say.”

And he laughs at all my jokes And he says I'm so American Oh, God, it's just not fair of him To make me feel this much

“This mod adds alligators to Minecraft.” Tommy says, showing you it.

He’s trying to find a collection of mods for a new modded Minecraft video, but he’s run through most of the good working ones. And he wasn’t receptive to downloading a virus for a video on the bad mods.

“What do you call an alligator in a vest?” You ask, looking back down at your phone. “An investigator.”

He stares at you. After a moment of silence, he snorts. “That was so shit. Never make a joke like that ever again.”

“You still laughed.”

“But it wasn’t funny.” He stresses. “It was a pity laugh. Your joke was pitiful.”

“So you say, but you laugh every fucking time.” You smile brightly at him: he can’t help but smile back.

“There aren’t even any fuckin’ alligators in England, man. You’re so American!” Tommy nudges you with his elbow, going back to scrolling through mods.

So American. A common insult, but he has a way of making it seem endearing. 

“And you’re so British.”

I'd go anywhere he goes And he says I'm so American

Tour life is exhausting. 

Traveling from place to place, staying in hotels that range from absolute shit to five stars, you start to wonder why on Earth you’re doing this. But, for all your complaints, you know Tommy is even more exhausted. After all, he’s the one performing damn near every day. And although he loves it, you know it’s draining.

So there you are. Waiting in the wings after every show, giving him a hug when he runs off stage. Enduring the same creaky hotel beds as he is, although he uses your body as a pillow while you use the hotel pillows. 

Despite it all, it’s incredible watching him shine. He’s in his element, sharing comedy and humor with the world. And every single show, he always seems awed at how many people show up.

You’re glad you get to be there to see him flourish and to support him through it. Even if you get stuck with the odd-job of trying to fit Freddy into a dog costume a few too many times for your liking. Even if Tommy drags you out onto the stage for bows despite your lack of being in the actual show and your protests.

Simply put, you’re happy to be wherever Tommy is. He inspires your songs, pages of your notebook filled with the mere idea of his stage presence.

Your fans are probably tired of it by now. You’re not.

I really love my bed, but, man, it's hard to sleep when he's with me When he's with me

“Turn the light off.” Tommy groans, face in a pillow and arm thrown over your stomach.

You glance at the light above the bed, the switch within arms reach. The hotel room is otherwise dark, matching the time of how late it is. And yet you can’t go to bed. With Tom next to you, your mind is racing, inspiration racing through your thoughts like lightning in your veins.

“I’m almost done.” You promise him, knowing you’re not. The notebook full of song lyrics and ideas is crammed full, the page you’re working on is half empty. It’ll be filled by morning.

“Bullshit.” He complains, blindly grabbing for the notebook and pen. He whacks you in the arm, making you shove him, and he finally gets his hands on your prized notebook. “Fucking thing.”

Yelping when he drops it off his side of the bed, you try to lean over him to grab it back. Instead, he acts like an octopus, throwing all his limbs around you like you’re a damn stuffed animal.

“Tom—“

“Light. Off.” He demands.

“I need my notebook—“

“Light.” He repeats slowly. “You have a recording tomorrow.”

“That doesn’t mean I need sleep.” You grumble, but reach out and flip the light off. The hotel room plunges into darkness, and Tommy makes an agreeable noise.

Within what seems like mere seconds, he’s out as easily as you had turned off the light. Exhausted from his stream earlier, no doubt. By all means, you should be exhausted too. Yet the warm body next to yours keeps you wide awake.

If you blink, or close your eyes, he might not be there in the morning. The best damn thing to ever happen to you, a British guy. You won’t lose him, or everything good he’s brought to you.

Laying your head on his arm, you stare blankly at the ceiling. Half-formed lyrics with no background music swirl around in your brain, pushing insistently at your cerebral cortex in a desperate bid to escape from being thoughts and becoming reality.

Tommy snores loudly, knocking you directly out of your thoughts. Laughing, you nudge him with your foot. He rolls, suffocating you with the way he ends up half atop you.

You’re more than happy to let him.

But ain't it love? I think I'm in love

Two steps forward, five back. Turn, flip your hair gracefully.

The metronome ticks in time with your moves, keeping count for you so you stay on time. Although you preferred the singing part of your job, you tough it out with your choreographer for dances. Besides, seeing it all come together is immensely satisfying.

“Run it through one more time girls!” Your choreographer, Elain, shouts with a clap of her hands. You scramble back to your spot, flyaway hairs already sticking to the back of your neck. Who needs a workout when you have dance?

By the time you’re finished with the last run through and take a break to chug some water, you’re dripping sweat. Attractive? No. But you worked damn hard, and it’s proof of that. All of your other dancers are sweating too, chatting between swigs of water.

You grab your phone, swiping it open to check your messages. Your manager was meant to email you about a certain venue sometime today, and you didn’t want to miss it.

But the second you open your phone, it vibrates with a call. A photo of you and Tom pops up, his name broadcasting across the screen. You smile automatically, knowing damn well he has your schedule memorized to call you during breaks.

“I thought you were streaming?” You ask, accepting it and raising it to your ear. One of your dancer wiggles her eyebrows at you, knowing exactly who it is.

“If only my man was that good to me.” Another girl jokes, laughing.

“I thought you were dancing.” Tommy snarks back on the phone. “Slacking, huh?”

“Oh, fuck off. I’d like to see you dance. Last time you broke a vase.” You lean against the wall.

“It was in a stupid place and it was fucking ugly.”

It was on a table, and it was flower-patterned.

“It was fine, Tom. You just can’t dance. Wait— I take that back. You ‘club girl’ dance.”

He gasps commercially, then starts shouting into the phone. “You bitch! I do not! I am a sexy sexy man while dancing!”

Your jerk your phone away from your ear, laughing despite the fact he probably just burst your eardrums.

“Break’s over!” Elain shouts, eyeballing you in particular. You nod at her, bringing your phone back to your ear. Luckily, Tommy’s stopped shouting.

“—Jack goddamn manifold is coming over for the stream, so I have to hide all your shit because I don’t trust him with it—“ Tommy is saying, rambling about a topic. You wish you could skip choreo to listen to him for ages, FaceTime him and watch while he talks. God, you miss him. You really should plan a visit to England again soon.

“Tom.” You cut him off. “Sorry, but I’ve got to get back to dancing.”

“Is it already—? Oh, yeah.” He sighs. “Fine, I guess I can let you leave my amazing presence. Call me after, or else.”

“Promise.” You assure him. “Love you.”

“Love you!” He echoes back enthusiastically.

You end the call, frowning down at your phone for a second. Definitely need to plan a new trip.

"Girl, stop frowning!" A dancer calls out to you, and you laugh, dropping your phone.

"Yeah yeah, I know."

You're lucky to be in love.

[rxmqnova]

Wanda / R daughter

R is a bit babyish for our age and Tommy and Billy makes fun of us for it. But when the twins take our blankie and we can't sleep Wanda puts her foot down.

Y/N's blankie

Y/N: 6 years old Billy and Tommy: 9 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Alright, my little monkey. We're gonna buy some groceries and then we need to pick up the boys from school, yeah?" Wanda smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her youngest child's ear while buckling her into the car seat.

It's one of those days Y/N hasn't been feeling the best, so Wanda let her stay home today to avoid a potentional meltdown.

"Will you buy me something in the store, mommy?" Y/N asks sweetly, holding her favorite pink bear blankie close and looking at her mommy, hoping for a yes.

The tiny girl won't make a single step without her blankie which is one of the reasons she's being picked on at school… and sometimes even at home. That's also a reason why Wanda sometimes lets her daughter stay home.

Wanda doesn't see Y/N's attachment to her blankie as a problem, though Tommy and Billy do. Of course Wanda has tried multiple times to explain it to her sons, but the twins just don't accept the fact that their sister is a little bit different in this than other children.

"If you'll be a good girl, I don't see why not" Wanda smiles, pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead before closing the door and walking to sit behind the wheel.

It takes about 20 minutes until the pair arrives to the store. Y/N's been blabbering around the entire way, playing with her blankie while Wanda's been happily listening to her little girl.

And after what feels like hours of walking around the store, they finally get to the little toy aisle which, of course, catches Y/N's attention.

"Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama!" Y/N exclaims, tugging on Wanda's shirt while jumping up and down.

"What, honey?" Wanda chuckles, looking down at her daughter who gives her a grin.

"Can I go look there?!" Y/N points at the toys, hoping to get a toy for how nice she's been so far.

"Okay, you little monkey, let's look there" Wanda smiles, taking Y/N's hand in hers while pushing the shopping cart with her other hand, walking to where her daughter wants.

Of course Y/N starts walking around, deciding which toy should she ask for as there are so many of them, her blankie still in her arms.

"That one!" Y/N finally decides, taking the little stuffed monkey and walking back to her mother who's been watching her with a smile the entire time. "Mommy, can I please, please, please get this one?" She asks sweetly, pulling out her best puppy eyes on which Wanda can't say no. Plus Y/N's been really nice, so there's no reason to say no anyway.

"Of course, sweetheart. But now we really need to hurry up" Wanda smiles, lifting her daughter up and placing her inside the shopping cart to save some time as the tiny one really likes to stop and look around, asking about everything she sees.

———

It's been about two hours since Wanda, Y/N and the twins got home. The boys are now playing video games in the living room while Y/N's there too, playing with her toys.

"Where's my monkey?" Y/N furrows her brows in confusion, turning around and trying to find the toy Wanda bought her earlier today.

Tommy and Billy share a look, trying hard not to laugh as they were the ones who hid their sister's new toy.

"Billy? Tommy? Have you seen my monkey?" Y/N asks sweetly, looking at her brothers with hope in her eyes, but the twins only burst into laughter on which Y/N furrows her brows in confusion. "Why are you laughing? Do you know where my monkey is?" She asks once again, her eyes filling with tears and her bottom lip trembling.

"You're such a baby, don't even understand fun" Tommy rolls his eyes at the sight of his upset little sister, throwing the toy at her.

Though then another idea pops up in his head. If they take Y/N's blankie away, she won't be able to take it to school and 'embarrass' them, right?

Without thinking about the consequences, Tommy reaches for his sister's blankie that's been laying on the couch.

Y/N immediately tries to take it back, but Tommy holds it up, so even while jumping Y/N's not able to reach it.

"It's mine, give it back!" Y/N orders with a whine, but Tommy just throws the blankie to his brother, both laughing.

"Come for your blankie, Y/N" Billy teases, waiting for Y/N to run to him before throwing the blankie back to Tommy.

This repeats for a few minutes until Y/N has enough of it and runs to her bedroom with tears running down her cheeks.

———

Ever since that moment Y/N hasn't spoken a word. She's spent a while in her room by herself until Wanda got worried and came for her.

"There you are, bubs" A sigh of relief escapes Wanda's lips once she finally finds her daughter.

Y/N's now laying in her bed, just playing with the fabric of her bedsheets on which Wanda furrows her brows in confusion. Her daughter isn't the type to be just laying in bed.

"What's wrong, Y/N/N?" Wanda asks as soon as she sits down on Y/N's bed, running her fingers through her daughter's hair and not getting any response.

"You look tired, sweetheart. I think you're gonna go to bed early today" Y/N would normally complain about it, yet she doesn't say a single word again on which Wanda starts getting worried.

"What's gotten into you, baby? Y/N/N doesn't want to talk?" The desperate mother asks, finally getting a reaction from her daughter as she shakes her head. "Okay, Y/N/N doesn't have to talk if she doesn't want to" Wanda smiles a little bit, bending down to kiss her daughter's forehead.

Y/N haven't even said anything during dinner which is not common at all. The tiny one normally doesn't close her mouth for even a second and the fact she's been quiet all along is making Wanda really worried.

Now it's time for bed though, so while the boys are watching TV in the living room as they are allowed to stay up for a little more than Y/N, Wanda's tucking in her daughter.

But there's a big problem… Y/N just doesn't fall asleep without her blankie. No matter how tired she is, she won't close her eyes if her blankie isn't in her arms.

"What's wrong, baby? Can you tell mommy what got you so upset?" Wanda asks softly, noticing the tears in her daughter's eyes.

Though Y/N only burst into tears, making her poor mother panic. Wanda has no idea if her daughter is hurt, if she's just not having her day or if the boys told her some scary stories again.

Wanda scoops her daughter into her arms and starts looking for Y/N's blankie immediately, knowing it's the only thing that can comfort her daughter in any situation.

"Where's your blankie, baby?" Wanda asks, hoping to get an answer from her daughter, only to get more cries in response. "Oh, is this what made you so upset, sweetheart? That you don't have your blankie?" She asks softly after the realization, rubbing her daughter's back and pressing kisses to her head.

"Billy and Tommy don't want to give it back" Y/N hiccups before burying her head into Wanda's neck, crying loudly.

Wanda stands up immediately, heading into the living room with her crying daughter in her arms. She's talked to her sons about why's Y/N's blankie so important to her so many times, so the fact they took it makes her really angry.

"Boys, give me the blankie" Wanda orders sternly, watching as both of her sons look at her.

"W-what do you mean, mom?" Tommy asks, hoping he would get out of this conversation and wouldn't be in trouble.

"Give me Y/N's blankie" Wanda repeats, looking at her sons sternly. Both knowing they're in trouble, Billy takes out Y/N's blankie from under the pillow where they hid it, handing it to his mother.

Y/N's cries stop almost immediately once she has her blankie secured tightly in her arms which makes Wanda let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm going to put Y/N down now, but when I come back, you two and I will have a little chat" Wanda tells her sons sternly, anger still visible in her eyes.

She'll certainly make sure this time the twins will finally understand that making fun of their little sister and taking her things that bring her comfort is not okay.

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