#breast milk cooler

[christopherwilson3880]

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[nanivinsmoke]

Milky

the way I’ve been thinking about this man and i don’t even watch jjk, ughhh i love dilfs

husband!Toji x F!reader

summary: a month after you had your baby, you’re lactating and toji can’t help but to taste…

warnings: you already know that if it’s toji it’s gonna be nothing but FUCKING. we got lactation, creampie, nipple play and more! minors dni and i mean it!

your breasts were looking bigger than before and you had to thank your child for that. ever since you had got pregnant with your baby, your breasts have doubled in size. and after you gave birth they had gotten more full due to you producing milk. they had became more sensitive too, even the slightest brush against them would cause your supply to leak. even although you were hesitant about the change in your body, you had slowly grew to like it. you loved your stretch marks that were painted on your skin and the glow that stayed even after your pregnancy.

but, you weren’t the only one loving the change to your body. your husband couldn’t keep his hands off of you. he loved your pudge, the stretch marks that were all over your ass and most of all he loved your boobs. he made sure you felt loved during this time too and never judged your for how your body changed either.

the three of you were currently at your close friends house. they were throwing a barbecue and you decided this would be the perfect time for everyone to meet your newest edition. you were wearing a yellow sundress that accentuated your curves. you looked how you felt, beautiful. toji couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole time you guys were there either. every time you moved his eyes followed and he could feel himself harden when you leaned down to pick up your baby, which gave him a view of your full and perky breasts.

“damn toji. don’t pounce on her, she just had a baby!” gojo joked, catching his friend stare you down. toji chuckled and looked away, trying to make himself relax so his boner would go down. “when was the last time you guys had sex?” gojo wondered, having no filter with his question. well, that’s just how gojo was, blunt and nosy. Toji sighed and picked up his half empty beer bottle, sipping what was left, “we hadn’t. i didn’t want to do anything with her ever since she had the baby. i wanted her to enjoy being a mother before doing things with her.”

toji had respected and loved you so much. he loved that you carried the love that you two shared into the world and wanted to give you space once the baby came into the world. yes, he wanted to have you around his cock every single second, but he knew that this beginning stage was very crucial for you and he did not want to mess it up. “damn could you marry me too?” the white haired male joked earning an elbow from toji, before he got up to go get them more beers.

after handing your small child to their godfather, nanami, you made your way over to the cooler as well; needing a cool drink to help beat the sun’s rays. as you dipped down in the cooler another hand met yours and you looked up, meeting gojo’s blue eyes. you smiled and grabbed your drink, before he pulled you into a hug. but, when you feel the coolness of his drink accidentally sweep over your nipples, you immediately pulled away and held yourself as you knew what would follow next.

toji immediately noticed what happened and before he could even reach you, you quickly walked away and into the big house behind you. he quickly turned to gojo, anger over his face as he wondered what the hell did he do to his wife. “nothing! i swear” but little did he know that he actually did.

toji quickly followed behind you, searching the house until he found you in the bathroom, standing away from the door with the top of your dress pulled down. his dick hardened in his pants as he watched the white fluid leak from your breasts. you moaned softly as milk continued to spill out from your nipples and onto your glowy skin. your nipples were overly sensitive and due the coldness from gojo’s drink, it had caused them to rapidly leak.

hearing you moan and the sight in front of him was enough for him to take you right there. he closed the door behind him, startling you, but you softened when you saw that it was your husband. “toji~” you spoke but was cut short from a moan leaving your lips. he said nothing, walking over to you before he reached up and fondled your breast. this time you moaned louder, which made you bite your lip in response. he wasted no time and brought both of your leaking nipples into his mouth, sucking and swallowing the sweet milk that flowed out.

you were a little worried though, not about having enough milk for the baby, but about if you were ever going to stop leaking. the more toji swirled his tongue around your perky buttons, the closer your orgasm came. “baby…~” you breathed out, your hand latching onto his raven colored hair, letting him know that you were close. he fondled your boobs more while he continued to drink your lactation, nibbling softly on your nipples as your climax approached you. your eyes rolled back as you squeezed your thighs together, cumming right in your spot.

milk poured out more heavily and he drank every last bit as you rode out your explosive orgasm. a ‘pop’ sound echoed once he removed himself from your nipples, droplets of milk evident on the corners of his mouth which he happily licked up. “taste so sweet~” he whispered, pulling you into a kiss, letting you taste what you created. his hands reached around your lower back, pushing you into him causing you to feel his boner.

“look at how you got me….shit!” he groaned when he felt you palm his cock through his pants. you rubbed and massaged his cock, feeling it slightly twitch underneath his pants. he whimpered and parted his lips from yours, “please….”. you said nothing and instead grabbed one of his hands and slid it underneath your dress, with no panties he was able to feel how soaked you were. you were beyond ready. you pushed him to the closed toilet a few feet away, kicking off your dress and sandals before you hopped on his lap.

toji finally freed his boner from his pants, letting it’s thickness spring to life and his mushroom tip to almost his the top of your pussy. wasting no time, you angled it and slowly pushed him inside. he held your hips tightly, groaning from the sensation. it’s like after you had a baby you became even more tighter than before. but, he didn’t mind stretching you out again. once he was all the way inside, you slowly rolled your hips making his cock stretch you just the way it used to, his tip teasing your spot.

hearing you moan his name once more was a sign for him to start moving. he gripped your ass and brought his hips up each time you moved, making a suction sound go off while your skin met each other. “filling me up so much—missed this cock~” you said above a whisper, holding onto his shoulder for support as she began fucking you at a faster pace.

each time his balls hit the base of your cunt it sent flutters inside of you, making you clench tighter around him. “fuck—so f-fucking tight” he groaned and grabbed both of your ass cheeks, spreading them apart, bringing you down harder on his cock. you yelped out in response and collapsed on his chest while he drilled you harder. the more he fucked you the more harder it became for him to control himself.

he was fucking you so hard and deep, yet it felt so good. so fucking good that your breasts started to leak against him in response. the mirror in front of him showed him everything, the way your pussy clung to his cock and the way your slick started to stick and create cream made him go insane. “daddy, you’re so…..—deep~” he was on your spot each time he thrusted into you, making your orgasm come quicker and harder than before. his cock twitched inside of you, signaling that he was close behind.

you lifted up off of his chest and placed one of your boobs into his mouth, which he quickly latched onto, allowing him suck the milk that spewed out from your nipples. his pace got faster and he was now fucking you harder than before, you were surprised that the two of you didn’t break the toilet. “make me cum all over your cock—yes” you persuaded, looking down into his eyes and watching him drink up all of your milk.

the pit of your stomach exploded and washed all over your body, which resulted in you babbling his name as you came all over him. toji continued to fuck your cunt silly with his own orgasm right behind yours. and with a few more pumps he pushed your hips down, emptying his warm load inside of you. your milk drowned his tongue, spilling out the sides of his mouth and running down his face; your orgasm still as intense just like when you first started.

finally coming down from the the high, you pulled away from him, your breathing both in in sync with one another; as you stared at your husband with nothing but love. you needed this so badly and your body thanked him for it. he helped you stand up and get redressed, fixing himself up in the process before you two left the sex filled bathroom.

while the two of you walked back to the backyard where nanami and gojo were entertaining your baby, toji pulled you close and whispered into your ear “im going to put baby number two into you tonight”

[mountainsandmayhem]

Happy Easter, Joel Miller

18+

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joel’s secret sweet tooth inspires a little Easter surprise.

CW: 18+, MDNI. Food play. Praise. Oral (f! Receiving), Established relationship.

AN: this is absolutely not edited or proof read. Just enjoy it, ok! Haha.

Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but Joel Miller LOVES chocolate. He has secret stashes of chocolate hidden around the house and in his work truck.

Easter brings his favourite chocolates - mini eggs. The candy coating crunches and then you get to that delicious milk chocolate middle.

“God damn, I love you.” He says to a handful of mini eggs the Saturday night of Easter weekend. And that’s enough to spark a surprise for tomorrow.

Sunday afternoon, Joel heads off to do his usual routine. He likes to wash his work truck and stop at the store for waters and Gatorade for his crew cooler. In the 40-ish minutes he’s gone you race to melt some chocolate and then make a trail of small foil wrapped eggs to the kitchen.

You strip down to just a pastel coloured thong and climb up onto the table. You place more eggs around you and then when you hear his truck pulling onto the driveway, you drizzle warm melted chocolate along your body.

A line up one thigh, a curved line from one hip to your ribs in the other side. Drips along the swell of your breasts. As he opens the door you lay back on the table and wait.

“I’m back, babe.” He calls as he toes off his boots. “Oh, chocolates!”

He sounds like a little kid and you giggle quietly at how fucking cute this broad and grumpy man can be sometimes.

“What’s going on here babe?”

You laugh and yell, “follow the trail. There’s a delicious surprise at the end.”

You hear him padding along the hardwood floor. Your body breaks out in goosebumps as you wait excitedly, chocolate covered nipples turning into stiff peaks. As he comes around the corner he sees you. His eyes go wide, mouth dropping before a devious grin crosses his face.

“Oh fuck. You look….fuck…” rendering him speechless is your favourite thing to do. You bite your bottom lip while smiling up at him from the table.

“Hungry?” You say mischievously.

Joel’s gaze goes from awe to pure lust as he stalks over to the table, planting his strong hands beside you and leaning his face close to the chocolate across your stomach.

He practically growls, “Fucking starving, babygirl,” before laying a long, warm lick across your stomach. He laps up all the chocolate, twirling his tongue and kissing until it’s clean. You’re writhing under him as he moves to the chocolate along your arm.

“Mmm, so sweet and soft.” He hums before moving to the melted deliciousness that’s coating your hard nipples.

“I think you’re enjoying yourself,” he says through kisses down your heaving chest.

“Please, Joel,” you moan, your hand going to rub your clit over your thong.

Joel grabs your wrist to stop you. “Not yet, baby. Gotta get you all clean first,” he sucks one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue to clean it. Your back arches, a sign that you want more. “You’re so amazing.”

Once it’s clean he rolls your wet nipple between his thumb and forefinger and moves his soft lips to your other nipple. He suckles on that one gently while pinching and pulling the other.

“Oh god, that feels so good, Joel.” That familiar fire starts in your belly and you start to wonder if you could cum from just him teasing your nipples.

He bites down gently, pinching the other with equal pressure and you cry out in the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. After letting go he peppers your breasts with feather light kisses.

“I need you, Joel. Please,” you whine, canting your hips towards the air.

He walks to the head of the table and sits in his chair. His voice comes out like dark molasses as he says, “Slide down to me, baby.”

You prop yourself onto your elbows and shimmy down the table to him. He sits back, eyes watching the wet spot that’s soaked through your light thong.

“She’s needy,” he says deeply.

You slid until your ass is right at the edge of the table, him between your legs. He has chocolate on his beard and corners of his lips and you fight the urge to lick it off.

“I’m going to clean off this thigh. And then slide that sexy little underwear to the slide and give your beautiful puffy pussy what she needs.”

You nod and chant ‘yes please’ like it’s a church prayer. He uses his teeth and tongue to clean your thigh and the second it’s clean he pulls your panties to the side roughly, you make eye contact for a brief second, his eyes practically obsidian with lust before he dives in.

Immediately sucking your needy clit into his mouth, the rough tip of his tongue flicking it passionately.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry.

He releases your soft skin with a pop. “Already?” He smirky cockily, three fingers now teasing your entrance.

“Please Joel.” Your voice is a needy whine as your body jerks and twitches under his attention.

“Ok, my love. Stay still for me. Let me get my fingers in,” his voice is calm and commanding. You slow your breathing and let your knees fall open further as he works his thick fingertips in. “That’s it. Good girl. Make room for me.”

“Oh shit. More. Please. More.” You close your eyes and get lost in him and the euphoric state he’s putting you in.

“There she goes,” he says as his fingers push all the way in. He curls them forward and you feel it immediately, your orgasm right on the edge. He sucks your sensitive bud back into his mouth and you’re done for. Pleasure ripples through you as he pumps his fingers and flicks at your clit.

Between licks he mumbles praise into the velvety skin of your pussy. “Good girl. So beautiful. That’s it.”

As you come down from your high he slides his fingers out of you and then stands up, lifting you into his arms and walking to the bedroom as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Happy Easter, Joel Miller,” you whisper into his neck.

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[borbygorlinbbqworld]

Thanks, Boss

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The idea of returning to work had been a looming dark cloud at the back of Kate's mind for the last month. Her maternity leave was over, which meant leaving her babies behind.

She had never expected quadruplets--who did, after all? But they had all been born healthy, and all with voracious appetites. Since the price of formula had sky-rocketed, she had had no choice but to nurse them and pump.

"Pump?" her mother had asked when she told her. "You mean there's still some left in there after feeding four kids?!"

It had been so hard to explain that her pregnancy had made her mammaries go absolutely haywire. In addition to expanding to exorbant proportions, they always seemed to be in hyper production mode when it came to milk.

It meant her massive breasts always felt incredibly full and heavy. During the day, it had been fine because she was able to nurse frequently, but the moment her babies went to sleep for the night, her breasts basically had to be pumped constantly or else she would leak all through the night.

She was no idea how she was going to make it through her first day back at work.

Sitting in her car in the lot, she listened to the hum of the pumps getting out as much milk as possible before she had to go into the office. She hadn't planned to pump before work, but as it was, the biggest bra she owned had started to overflow with her expanding cleavage on the drive in. So rather than let them leak through her shirt, Kate popped the pumps on, changing them to the highest setting.

She reached into the box where she'd stored the empty bottles to be used at the lunch time pumping session, only to find the box was empty. She whipped around, accidentally slamming one her her breast against the car horn.

How on earth was it only 8:50 AM, and she had managed to fill all fifteen bottles?

With a worry, she watched as the last of the bottles still attached to the pump filled up. She turned it off and capped the bottles, placing them with the others in the electric cooler sitting in her passenger side seat.

Though the pumping session--15 bottles worth!--had given her some relief, she knew it wouldn't last long; she certainly wasn't anywhere close to empty.

Kate got out of the car, doing her best to shove her uncooperative, swollen breasts back into a bra that still felt too small. She buttoned up her white shirt, ignoring the huge gaps between buttons her swollen chest caused.

She was just working on the last stubborn button when she heard a familiar voice.

"Jesus, Kate..."

She looked up to see her coworker Todd standing a foot from her, slack-jawed. Unsurprisingly, his gaze was transfixed to her huge cleavage.

Her face flushed, and in her embarrassment, the button popped completely off her shirt. "H-Hi..."

It took Todd a while to respond.

"You umm... damn... those are..." He picked his lips, keeping his gaze transfixed upon her breasts.

"I know. Pregnancy really changes your whole body..." Though it was true for a lot of women, the same couldn't be said about Kate. Her body had pretty much gone exactly back to the way it was, save for now basically being a milk factory.

Finally, Todd looked away, if only to adjust himself so that his erection wasn't as obvious. "Breastfeeding twins I guess, right?"

"Quadruplets."

"Jesus Christ..." he breathed. A red hue crept across his face, and he had to adjust himself again. "I mean, you already had huge tits. Now, you're like..." He snuck a look down at them again. "What, a J cup?"

If only.

"An M..."

He smirked and swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bouncing. "M for Mega Mommy Milkers I guess... come on, let's go. We'll be late."

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Kate stood before everyone in the lunch room, her face ablaze. Her coworkers were all men, and every single one of their gazes was trained on her engorged breasts.

The only person who didn't make her feel uncomfortable was her boss, Nolan. Tall and quiet, it would have been easy to mistake him for shy or weak willed. But he ran the company like a tight ship.

"Please make Kate feel welcome back after her maternity leave." He smiled out at his workers. "And if anyone should need a refresher on our sexual harassment policy, I would be glad to assist."

Kate heaved a sigh of relief. He had always been a good boss, looking our for people, and now--

A button from her blouse shot from her shirt, shooting across the room. Another followed, and another as her breasts tried to burst from her top.

She scrunched her eyes shut, partially in pain from engorgement and partially because she didn't want to look at the drooling men in front of her anymore.

'I'm so fucking full of milk... I really need to pump...' she anguished in her head. Though she could feel her nipples ache for release, her break was so far away. Even if it wasn't, she had already used up all her empty bottles; where would she put all of it?

"Kate, why don't you come to my office for some privacy so you can pump?"

Nolan's deep timber was polite as always; he was such a sweet angel. Grabbing her bag with the pumps in it, she made her way from the lunch room to her boss's office. Her breasts swayed and sloshed this way and that with every step she took, milk dampening her teats.

"I'm so sorry," she confessed, sitting down on the couch in his office.

Without the buttons on her shirt, she knew he could see the blue veins on her massive mammaries that indicated how full she was. Even more so, she realized her bra barely fit anymore; more than half her areolas poked out from behind the bra's desperate attempt at coverage.

"It's fine. You're a new mother, it happens."

She beamed back at him. How lucky she was to have such an understanding boss. "Thank you..."

"I noticed you didn't bring any bottles in though." He ducked into the small closet deside the water cooler.

"Y-Yeah, I sort of... used them all up already..."

He emerged from the closet with two empty 5 gallon jugs normally used for water coolers. "Will these do? Ordinarily I would say they'd be overkill, but you do nurse quadruplets... You must produce an incredible amount of milk."

Kate was too grateful and relieved to pay much mind to the embarrassment. She took the giant jugs from him and placed them on each side of her on the couch as Nolan sat down at his desk.

But rather than stare at her expanding and near-bursting mammaries, he looked down at his laptop and worked.

He didn't even glance over when she hoisted her one breast out of the bra to hook the pump on. Soon, the room filled with the relaxing hums of the pumps working on overtime. Her milk drained into the water jugs as she leaned back on the couch and watched her broad shouldered boss work.

He was so calm, and made her feel so comfortable...

'I want him to put his babies in me.'

Her clit throbbed at the idea she never knew she could concoct. But as she continued watching him, the ache of her breasts slowly subsided.

Finally, after two hours, she felt something she'd never experienced before. She pulled the pump away, and her teat didn't even drip.

She was actually empty!

Cleaning her supplies up, she eyed the 5 gallon jugs that were both nearly filled to the brim. "I guess all that milk was really in me..."

Nolan looked up, and flashed her a smile that made her weak. "It's definitely a lot. Do you need to keep it for your babies?"

"N-No..." Despite the major pump session, she knew she would be full by the time she got home. "Do you want me to dump it, or--"

Nolan got to his feet and placed a cap on one of the jugs. Removing the old one from the water cooler, he placed the uncapped one in its place. The machine made air bubbles pop to the surface of the milk as it seaped downward. With a flick of his finger on the trigger, Nolan filled a paper cup up with milk.

He raised it to her, smiling. "Cheers."

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🐮❤️

[science-hoes]

A continuation of this post about Cooper Howard/the Ghoul being able to get you pregnant. Let’s just say he doesn’t let any breastmilk go to waste. 🫶🏼

Obviously finding a cooler/ice pack in the Wastelands is a near impossible task. And with the extra weight of carrying your child around, there’s no room for unneeded cargo. So your milk has to be used immediately. And when your child is not hungry……..well you can almost guarantee Cooper is. ✨

He’ll hand express your swollen tits like you’re a damn farm animal but swallow every drop and lick every remnant that trickles down your body. “No need to throw away a perfectly good meal, darlin.” 🌸

Eventually you are no longer breastfeeding and your milk dries up. He didn’t realize how much he would crave the sweet liquid from your tits after a long day of walking to the next settlement. And if you ever get pregnant again, he counts down the days until he is able to tie his lasso around your enlarged breasts and suck them dry. ❤️

[n6918]

PROMPT: Taiyang is loving his new hot tub. Nothing like ending the day with a soak and a couple of beers. It get's even better when his hot AF eldest daughter shows up in the tiniest robe she can find asking if she could join him. He eagerly accepts, as long as she follows the one rule: no clothes in the hot tub. He can't help but stare and grin and Yang lets the tiny robe drop to the ground and watch her naked body as she joins him in the hot tub. Some more staring, banter, and beer later, and Taiyang is making splashes with his daughter and clapping those cheeks in his new hot tub. Expensive, but totally worth it.

Tai Was relaxing in his hot tub like he like to do on Fridays, drinking beer and letting his cock float free in the water. He was already a couple beers down when he saw his daughter Yang approach him in a tiny purple robe. It was tied loosely and left a massive gape in the chest area where he could see between her massive tits, with the bottom of the road barely covering her toned ass and leaving her strong legs exposed. "mind if I join~" yang teased her father, knowing full well that he was going to respond with a smirk and gesture towards the robe. The one ruled hot tub was no clothes, which she was happy to oblige to. as Yang stepped into the hot tub she took off the purple robe and exposed herself to her father; her massive perky breast with their purple piercings and the tiny blonde triangle just above her pussy all complemented by her muscular tone body.

Yang grabbed a beer from the cooler next to the hot tub and stood in the center of the tub. Well keeping eye contact with her father she turned it sideways and punctured a hole with her robotic arm, bringing it up to her lips she shotgun the beer straight down in just seconds. "Ahhhhh~ delicious" she said to him tossing the can aside and grabbing another popping it open and starting to sip from it. by this point Tai's cock was poking above the water in full view of his daughter. Draining the last of his beer He stood up and got another well moving closer to his daughter so that his tip was at her pussy lips. "Y'know you're not supposed to drink yet" watching as she smirked at his response and proceeded to down the beer.

"Oh and what's my daddy gonna do about it~" She said taking his new beer and starting to drink from it. His response was simple as he brought his lips to stop her from drinking and began making out with the hot blonde for him, well simultaneously sliding his member into her and grabbing her ass to hold her steady. feeling as she moaned back into him mouth and held onto him tight Well holding onto her new beer and him at the same time. He didn't go slowly though just because she was his daughter, holding and slapping her ass he pounded into her pussy in a standing fuck that quickly made her begin to weaken in the knees.

"Sorry baby but daddy is going to cum quick aghuuu~ he's been pent up for a while" Tai told her As he felt himself getting close. Her tight folds gripping him far too much for him to last long. "What are you talking about aggggufff~ dadddy~ fuck! Ruby sucked you off this morning" yang said as she got close to her orgasm as well. "yeah but that was this morning, I watched you do yoga in the yard and now I need to discipline this fat ass" he said well spanking her and causing her to scream out. "Oh fuck!" Was his only response, Evidently that spanking was what she needed to climax; and the sudden tightness on him was all he needed to pop inside her. Yang legs desperately tried to hold closer to him as she wrote out her orgasm feeling her father fill her up. Meanwhile Tai could feel Yang's pussy milking his cock for all its cum And loved hearing the whimpers that she was giving out.

Holding her tight he leaned back and sat back down into the water. Grabbing another beer and he continued to grind against him working through her orgasm and getting ready to go again. They shared a quick kiss before she stuck her head next to his so she could drink the beer in her hand holding him. And over her shoulder Tai could see his other daughter Ruby standing there in a similarly tiny black robe that she was discarding as she got into the hot tub. Not being nearly as stacked as her sister but still equally hot as fuck. The two girls were very much like their mother he thought as he watched Ruby pick out a sweet alcoholic cider from the cooler next to the hot tub as she got in. "Daddy more please" Yang moaned into his ear well grinding away on his still hard cock. Tai loved Friday bonding night.

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Still beating

What - dealing with grief as the dust finally starts to settle. Dealing with grief regarding one specific character's death in particular. You know the one.

Genre - heavier, but we get devoted husband/father Daryl out of the mix. And we don't end the chapter on a bummer, never fear. This ain't a French movie, slowpokes

Relationships - wife Reader and husband Daryl as well as your baby. Familial affection with Rick, and that balance between friend and clergy for Father Gabriel.

Perspective - 3rd POV Daryl, and 2nd POV You

Pronouns - she/her

When - time jump! we've briefly hopped to post season 8, pre season 9 (but before The best kind of damn weird). This chapter takes place during the earlier phases of recovery and rebuilding after the war. The previous chapter, Scary as a sleepy kitten, took place during season 2.

TWs - grief, PTSD (including after SA), depression, self-loathing, and some cussing. This chapter is also kinda lengthy, friends, and had to have exposition. (Might should've sliced the chapter in half, but then we'd have another two-parter on our hands :P)

But how long though? - ...20 minutes or so?

Story references and Masterlist link? - under the cut

And is there a pic at the end as a prize for finishing? - yes :D

Have fun and happy reading!

References to other chapters - what we learned in The Interview. There is also grieving/anger as seen in The first Christmas 'without' Part 2 and its conclusion in I don't hate you, a happy reference to Happy 8th of July!, reference to those lovely tugging strings as found in Invisible Tugging Strings, Part 1 and Part 2 (Part 2 I reckon is still glitched and showing as labeled mature, the poor thing's been cleared about 7ish times via help ticket XD ).

There are a lot more details you might recognize, pop on by to the Official Masterlist here, or for those who prefer linear over non-linear, the Chronological Slowpoke Masterlist here

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Still beating

She was doing real bad. The past few days had been especially bad. Grief has nasty ways of settling in and rearing its ugly head.

He didn’t know too much about what to do to help her, he’d never been good at that stuff. And there was no fixing all that happened, especially not when the last thing that happened was the worst thing that could’ve.

Just like if TJ or Judith died, it was the worst thing. And part of his wife died right alongside Carl.

Hell, she’d been the one to wait after Carl died, then turned, to pull the trigger.

Now, she felt dead, too.

Gabe had to suggest that she check her pulse when it got bad enough.

Just at that moment, as Daryl was worrying and worrying, TJ started to wriggle and hum in an attempt to root at Daryl's bicep, which pulled him out of his own head for a second.

Gently, he began to bounce to try and keep his baby lulled. He knows Y/N wanted to breastfeed only to get her production up (and so TJ’s suckle could get stronger after the surgery), but Y/N was finally asleep.

Beginning with when Denise was killed, Y/N hadn’t been making as much as she first had. Then, the Saviors stopped the RV and surrounded them, and Negan did what he did. Then Daryl himself got taken away, then there was all the fighting.

And then Carl died.

Getting her milk to come back had been proving damned hard.

A handful of not-very-good times, they’d supplemented what milk she did make with watered-down formula and/or watered-down goat's milk.

One very bad time, they’d used sugar water to fill the babies’ bellies until Jesus got back with goat's milk. Just the one time they had to use sugar water, everybody made damn sure of that.

For now, Daryl could crack into what was still left of the goat's milk in the cooler, right? The two women in the Kingdom who had little guys had sent over actual breast milk with Carol a few days ago, but it was used up yesterday. That stuff had been a God-send, he couldn’t thank the ladies enough.

Between the two babies in Alexandria, TJ and Gracie, everyone had to be smart about using what (non-expired) formula was left. And given that the power got cut, keeping the goat's milk fresh was another problem, hence the cooler. The panels and power were back on, but it was spotty and he didn't want to risk the milk spoiling.

There was still a shit ton of clean-up had since the Saviors nabbed Alexandria’s storage, then firebombed the town. To make things worse, those assholes had their own compound destroyed, and Hilltop and the Kingdom got screwed, too. Even the beach women took another beating. Hell, and them junkyard people were literally all fucking gone except their leader chick.

So, Y/N breastfed the two babies as much she was physically able, all while working as the only other doc left standing in all five communities; she was running herself into the ground.

And with Carl gone…

It ain’t fair that she couldn’t make enough — it was Negan’s goddamned fault.

Which leads to what just went on: so Mich had told him, Y/N’d lashed out at Negan and the new doctor kid with the facial hair, what was his name, Sidney?

Daryl hadn’t been at the infirmary when it happened, but, according to Mich, she’d had to pull her out of the room. Once out, Y/N asked her about TJ, Judith, and Gracie to make sure they were safe, then disappeared after Mich had turned around. Straight up and bolted.

Daryl had checked the escape-closet first, but she wasn’t in there or the attic it connected to, wasn't on the roof that lead to.

He’d then checked the burned church. She’d been there, he recognized her boot prints, but she'd moved on. From there, he was able to follow her sooty tracks in the direction of the place he should’ve known to check first.

Sure enough, Y/N'd been at Carl’s grave.

His wife could barely look at him when he approached. He'd simply kissed her on the head and quietly walked her back home. Once home, he'd cleaned and bandaged her hand while she, again, tried to pump enough for the little guys.

Mich had told Daryl she’d get Rick for her, so he’d be here soon.

Daryl wracked his brain, he even prayed to learn what do to try to help carry Y/N through this shit.

At first, Y/N’d been pacing around the room, crying but trying not to, arms wrapped around her picture frame with a photo of Carl in it as if it was the only thing keeping her afloat.

He'd been able to persuade her to lay down, and ended up laying in bed with her and holding her tight, their baby next to them in little bassinet.

Initially, him holding her and pressing kisses to her neck had made her feel worse. More guilty, that is. A handful of days ago, something got into her head that she needed to give him a damn "annulment."

Nah, for real, she’d even said (to Gabe) that the two of them not having ever done the deed yet was "grounds" to give him one. “Grounds to free him,” were her exact words. It was a whole thing, and the couple of failed attempts at trying to do the deed after getting hitched some months back probably made her feel guilty, as if not having sex yet would make him not love her, or?

Father Gabriel had Daryl's back the whole time during the conversation, though, decent dude.

And no, Daryl wasn’t angry or even real hurt that she’d thought she had to ‘free him’ and shit, he knows it was the grief and physical exhaustion that got her to that point. His woman had full-on blacked out and hurt herself that day, which is why he'd brought her to Gabe in the first place.

But the, um, the walls were thinner than Daryl had expected, which is how he overheard from the person that he was gonna love and stay with and stay faithful to until he dropped dead softly confess that she was “selfish” to keep him “stuck” with a “batshit m-mess” like her and “a baby that ain’t his.”

The fact that Y/N kept maintaining how much she loved him and how she didn’t want no annulment helped it hurt less when she’d sounded just about convinced that it was “loyalty to me ’cause we’re close, loyalty to Rick,” and because of “he’s got so much shame. He feels responsible for what the Claimers did,” that made him marry her those months ago. "He loves our ch—my child, and might love me, but it's not fair to him. He deserves better, h-he needs better, the man's been trapped all his life. I-I don't want him trapped, I want him happy!"

Gabe never played into her fears. He been no nonsense about all of it, told Y/N that she needed a damn rest, and asked her to tell him what she thought about it when she woke up.

The good thing was that after a 5 hour period of uninterrupted sleep (during which they used some of the goat's milk for TJ and Gracie), she woke up in a daze at why she’d thought an annulment was something Daryl needed or wanted.

The bad thing was, she was then socked in the gut with more unearned guilt for it, then with worry that she was too far gone, or crazy, all that.

Been a bad, bad few days.

Been a lot of Daryl showing her love that she felt not worth being shown. So that she fell asleep in his arms today was such a damn win!

After getting up to take a leak and finding that Y/N was miraculously still asleep, he thanked whoever was up there, then tried to figure out what else he could do to help her get through today…and right at that moment, TJ started to rouse, so he got his answer: keep their baby comforted. More shut-eye could only do his woman well.

Deftly lifting the little bundle into his arms, he'd kissed the scar above the baby’s upper lip and tiptoed out to the hall, where he was now.

Lightly he bounced, softly he shushed. He held TJ like a football and moved back and forth, back and forth. Babies smell so damn good, and make the cutest noises, goddamn.

After a couple minutes, through the open door, he peeked at his Y/N.

Shit. She was already sitting up and blinking off the sleep.

Whatever it was she did and said today, she felt low as hell about it, that much was clear. Without looking, she grabbed the now-broken picture frame and clutched it to her middle.

"You're supposed to be asleep, slowpoke," he tried to tease.

Her clothes had ashes from where it looked like she’d knelt down then sat down in the burned church. There was some dirt on them, too, from when she’d been at Carl’s grave. Daryl made a note to shake the sheets out later and pick the tissues up off the floor.

That's when the front door opened downstairs.

Was that Ri—good, that was Rick’s voice, he was finally there. There was a second voice, too, was that Father Gabriel’s? It was soft like Gabe's voice was.

Daryl looked downstairs.

Yup, it was Rick with the rev.

He waved them upstairs, but it must’ve been the clunking of the Gabriel’s new cane that got Y/N stumbling out of the room.

“Rev! I would’ve come to you, y-you need to be takin’ it easy.” She hugged the picture frame in one hand, gripped the banister in the other and started to go downstairs, asking Gabe how he felt, urging him to sit down, had his vision worsened, all that stuff.

“Y/N, more rest won’t stop me from losing sight in this eye,” Gabriel responded in his quiet way, remaining on the second step, not going up or down the stairs. He smiled. “You could say I’m the one making a house call to a patient this time."

She held back a sob and bowed her head. Then, she subtly slipped two fingers around the inside of her wrist…

Rick stepped the rest of the way up the stairs and put his hands on her shoulders. “What's going on, weirdo?”

“Ricky, I'm s-sorry."

He leaned closer and took her in for a hug. “Heart still beating?” he murmured.

Her inhale was shaky. “Mmhm. Yours?”

“Beating strong.”

TJ perked up and began to whimper upon hearing her voice. Y/N unzipped her hoodie to—she still had a gun on her?

Okay, that'd been stealth as fuck, it hadn't even been printing. It was the mini one she'd kept on her when they first got here, when Deanna insisted on keeping the weapons locked up. Still, he'd been literally holding her, how in the hell had he not noticed?

Daryl shared a glance with Gabe. Minus her screwdriver, she'd turned in her weapons after what happened the other day.

Y/N handed the small gun to Rick, who looked wary, but accepted it without question. She hesitated before reaching into her boot to hand over her screwdriver, too.

Daryl slid his hand around his wife’s waist to guide her back to the room. Without looking him in the eyes, she cupped his cheek and told him he was a good father. Then, frame still gripped under one arm, she took the baby into the other.

“Let’s try havin’ a snack before I go with Uncle Ricky awhile, okay, chickpea?” she murmured, then unbuttoned the top of her shirt.

Daryl took off his vest to give her some more coverage, then helped her with her top buttons. When he draped the vest around her, she'd turned her head to kiss his hand. He felt his cheeks warm when she did that.

Walking into the room again, she softly told Daryl that he and Rick could sit on the beds. First, she placed the picture frame on one of the mattresses. Next, with their baby latched on and suckling, she went to the end table at the window to sit down on the floor beside it. The way she sat, it was kinda as if she were using it as a shield.

“Rev, please take the chair,” she mumbled to Gabriel with a glance at the only piece of furniture in the room at the time, other than the bassinet, a nightstand, and the end table. Negan had specifically left the rocking chair as a 'gift' for her. The piece of shit...

Anyway, Daryl had got them their two twin mattresses back (hey, squish them together and you get a big-ass bed) the first trip to and from the Savior’s compound after the war ended, once the folk from Alexandria had begun to move back from the Hilltop. Only, no bed frames yet.

“And sweetheart, I’ll-I’ll take the pumps with me for while I’m in there. Wanna make sure you and Aaron have enough for them,” she said to him, voice still raw. Y/N turned to him and gave him a wobbly smile. “Sorry I used up so much of the tissue supply,” she tried making light, but got close to tears again, so stumbled through asking “Can I, um, Rick, m-might can I bring my pillow? Is that okay?”

Go with Rick where, and take the breast pumps and her pillow, why? He made eye contact with Gabriel, who looked just as puzzled. So, he turned to Rick.

Rick lowered his eyebrows as if he didn’t know what she meant, either. He squatted to sit down on the mattress beside Daryl, and looked at his sister. “Y/N, where are we headed?”

Glancing up from the baby to him then to Daryl, she adjusted TJ’s position on her breast while she figured out how to answer, by the looks of it. Another glance at her husband as if she were worried about his reaction...

“Rick, I thought you was here to…escort me?”

?

Daryl had no clear idea what she meant, it was the rev who understood first.

“No,” Father Gabriel told her gently. “Y/N, you aren’t under arrest.”

Under arrest? Daryl fought between the urge to get angry or dead-ass laugh. 'Under arrest??'

It was for real, though. His wife’s tears started flowing again as she turned her attention to Rick and began to stress, “There can’t be no special treatment—”

“—Is this why you handed me your weapons? Why would you be under arrest?” Rick cut her off to question.

She stared as if he’d grown antlers. “I s-struck a patient, and, and—”

“—And I slit his throat open, which is why that 'patient' is in there in the first place,” he cut her off again, firm.

Thankfully, TJ let out a wail the same time she wailed, “Ricky, y-you weren’t his medic!” pausing any further arguing.

Y/N gulped, pressed down on one breast, then the other. “I know there’s not much in ’em, Teddy-bear, but it-it’ll get better. It’ll come back,” she shushed, lifting him up and tucking herself back in. With a few kisses, she shushed, “You’ve gotten so much faster at drinkin', babycakes.”

Daryl got on the floor with her and took TJ back.

She avoided eye-contact again, and her lip wobbled again as she pulled the top of her shirt higher. That told him there’d been not much milk in there. And he could see all over her face that it was switching her on the legs with more false-ass, unearned guilt.

The familiar string in his chest suddenly tugged in her direction—next thing, he was resting his forehead on hers. “Hey. You’re makin’ more every day, angel,” he whispered in her ear. "And you're a damn good ma." Then, he started to help her button back up.

The way her expression softened and her body relaxed toward his felt better than fireworks going off on the Fourth 8th of July.

And as if he were back in that Georgia-in-July heat, Daryl just about melted right there on the floor when he saw his TJ, neck lifted high, making a face-scrunching, gummy smile at him. "Look how strong your neck is getting, ’lil badass, you’re rockin’ it!”

Shit, their kid was the best damn thing.

Y/N leaned against him and reached to lightly fluff their baby’s hair and rub their baby's teeny feet.

Gabriel sat in the rocking chair quietly, hands resting on his cane. He caught eyes with Daryl and nodded his head toward Y/N, glad to see her no longer convinced she needed to ‘free’ her husband.

Absorbed in the photo, Rick exhaled, then spoke up. “Y/N, how about we start from the beginning? What happened at the infirmary?”

She pressed tighter against Daryl as a pained noise left her throat. “Did you talk to Siddiq yet?” sounded very small.

“I want to talk to both of you.”

“And Michonne?”

He nodded. “She told me some.”

The big watch she’d kept from Dale tick-tick-ticked on her wrist. Then came the sound of light metallic clinking. Daryl didn’t have to look to see that she must’ve pulled out her brother’s necklace and was tugging on it.

“What I did ain’t excusable,” came out raspy and thick.

“It is," Rick answered.

“It’s not, especially not what I said to Sid—” a sob choked her response. She used Daryl's leather vest to hide her face before hugging it around herself like a blanket.

“Walk me through what happened first, kiddo, before you hit Negan with this?” Rick subtly gestured to the broken picture frame.

So she had smacked Negan in the face? Hot damn, Daryl was more in love with her already.

Y/N swallowed and shook her head. “They’d been lookin’ at it, the both of 'em.”

“At the picture?”

A tiny nod. “I’d left the room, and when I got back, they was looking at it. Siddiq brought it over to him. Tried to make like Negan was sad, too. Fuck that!”

TJ started rooting on his bicep again, but Daryl was on it. “Sorry, pipsqueak, I don’t got the right parts for that.” He started to massage the baby’s belly, and TJ quieted.

“It’s okay to let ’em cry a little, it-it helps restock these,” his wife tried joking, nodding down at her chest.

“Y/N.” Rick was delicate about coaxing her for more details. “You got back into the room, Siddiq and Negan were looking at the picture.”

“Negan’s filthy hands were on it,” she grit. "Lookin' at Carl and me, you with Shaney." The sounds of the pendant being pulled across the chain filled the room along with TJ’s soft cooing.

“Is that when you hit him with the frame?” Rick asked.

“No. I told him not to look at it again or touch it, and if he did, I’d hurt him.”

“Angel, slow your breathin’,” Daryl interjected at the same time that he figured out why those words sounded familiar: it was similar to how she'd warned the last Claimer fuckhead, the one who’d had Carl pinned down and was gon——Daryl shut down this brain for a sec, it was best not to think about that night.

He turned his head to see Rick, red-eyed, tracing his thumb along the photo of Carl, Y/N, Shane and him. Seems as if Rick had recognized her words, too.

“And when was it that you did hurt him?” Rick pressed on.

Y/N swallowed. “About half a minute later when he tried to act like it wasn’t his fault.”

Rick’s composure staggered and collapsed. His voice was hoarse when he managed to say, “It’s not his fault.”

But Y/N was fast to shut it down. “Don’t for one more second make like it’s yours, Ricky, you get that monkey off your back,” she comforted and somehow scolded both at once. “Negan was doing what Negan does when he, when he told you that. It was manipulation, nothin’ real. How C-Carl—” another choked-down sob, more tears.

Daryl noticed her press her fingertips to the spot under her chin, beside her jaw, checking her pulse to prove it was still beating.

“Negan had nothing to do with how Carl got bit,” Rick whispered. “You know it’s true, kiddo.”

“No—our boy wouldna ended up out there, w-with-with Siddiq, if it hadn’t been for Negan.” Her tone got louder and angry, her stress stutter became more noticeable, the way she tugged the necklace turned rougher. “He and his followers was why we weren’t able to trust no n-newcomers like Sid, which is why Sid was still out there alone, and, and, and why Carl went to him! It, it was because of Negan and his, and his, his-his cult!”

TJ seemed freaked out by the louder voice, the baby’s dark, blue-black eyes grown big.

Daryl spoke Y/N’s name to try and bring her back to herself, but she seemed to have very suddenly calmed.

She was blinking at her hand.

Daryl looked, and then saw the two halves of her brother Shane’s chain, broken.

“How many times did Carol warn me that this would happen when I tugged it,” she muttered to herself. "Good thing I didn't decide to tug on the rosary, huh?"

Inhaling, she leaned her head against the wall behind her, staring into space, fingers to her wrist to check her pulse again.

From beside her, he covered her hand in his. Then, pressing his lips to her fist, Daryl took the necklace from it. He could fix it.

“I lost my temper again, I’m sorry,” she spoke to all in the room, her hand cupping Daryl's cheek a moment. Then, more quietly, she looked at Rick. “How many days’ll I be in there?”

Which sent Daryl straight back to disbelief he was hearing those words, what absolute bullshit. “Y/N, you ain’t going nowhere.”

“You’re not going to a cell, Y/N,” Rick echoed.

“No special treatment,” she softly repeated. “If I were anybody else—”

Rick interrupted her “—It’s not about who you are.”

Father Gabriel had gotten up and was making his way to Y/N by then.

Y/N shook her head at the conversation, tired. “If I were anybody else or had any other role, and if he were anybody else,” she caught her breath, “there’d be reper-re-rep—” a few more tries, and she had to choose a different word, “consequences. Assault and battery on an un-unarmed person—a patient—from their medical provider, that’s serious.” Her hand was back to covering her face. She sat pressed against the wall, knees at her chest.

“You and Siddiq are the only doctors left. We couldn’t just put you in a cell even if you had earned it.”

“I ain't a doctor, at best, I’m a medic,” she grunted. “And I did earn it, just ask him and Michonne. As for my,” she made a shaky inhale, “my duties, I can be escorted out.”

“And TJ? Gracie?” Daryl put out there, hoping to guilt her out of insisting she get jail time, like, what the fuck. What kind of conversation was this?

Screw this, he couldn't even sit. He stood, shaking his head and pacing around the room, still holding TJ.

The expression on Y/N's face should’ve been enough to calm him down, along the defeated, quiet way she reasoned, “I’ll pump and y’all will visit. It’s—no, sweetheart—it’s only for a few days,” when he started to dead-ass leave. As if her being in there ‘only for a few days’ would help this bullshit make sense.

But that’s when he ended up snapping, “This is goddamn bullshit! You bopped a sick fuck on the nose with a picture frame, who in the hell will care? Rick, why you even entertainin' this shit?” and he regretted doing so as soon as he barked it out.

The old, invisible knee rammed him in the nards harder when Rick cautioned, "Brother," and Gabe finally opened his mouth, and louder than Daryl had ever heard him speak. “She cares, Daryl. So do I.”

And to make it all worse, their baby had given a start in fear when he’d shouted, and now the poor kid was screaming—and TJ doesn’t scream, shit, shit, he blew up while holding his child?

“M’sorry! M’sorry," he hushed to his baby, "I love you so much, kid, I’m so sorry I scared ya. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” With a kiss on TJ’s wild head of hair, he murmured, “Pipsqueak, your old man is an idiot.”

Y/N rushed over when TJ screamed, but she didn’t take the baby away from Daryl. Instead, she caressed her husband’s forearm and triceps and spoke to their child. “Your daddy’s got you safe,” she soothed.

He knew she was trying to look him in the eyes, but he couldn’t return it. He’d just scared an infant because he couldn’t check his temper. Their infant.

His wife’s quiet assurance cut through the rushing in his head. “Daryl? TJ ain’t hurt, sugar, and you’re not a bad father. Do some skin to skin, okay?” She pecked a kiss on his cheek. “And that's a dollar for cussing, pay up later.”

She then sat back down on the floor next to where the rev had made his new seat. Daryl took the now-empty rocking chair, unbuttoned his and TJ’s shirts, then nestled the kid on his chest.

Y/N then told the room the rest of what happened, how after Negan croaked out with what voice he had left, saying it 'wasn’t his fault Carl was dead', that she’d turned around and whacked him across the face with the frame.

Siddiq had reacted by grabbing her shoulders from behind to pull her away from Negan — so she had shoved back and kneed him in the dick plus rammed her head against his, dropping the frame in the process. The frame broke as a result—and when it broke, she'd lost her cool, said some shit, and threw some shit. Mich heard the hubbub and intervened, then Y/N hid herself away cause she 'knew' she was 'gone crazy.'

As far as Daryl was concerned, the new doc was lucky all he got was a shove, a knee to jewels, a clunk on the head, and some words and maybe a clipboard thrown at him, because Y/N could fight damned well. She'd had it drilled into her how and when to do it. Freely taught others moves, too.

When she’d showed Carol some techniques, way back, it was one of the things that sent him falling for her.

And…Y/N might’ve not said it out loud, but when she described how Siddiq grabbed her from behind to pull her away, everyone in that room got why it caused her to react strong.

What she described herself as doing would’ve been instinct.

Siddiq wouldn’t know why. Negan might, the fucker had watched the tape of her Deanna interview.

“See?” Y/N blew her nose again, sniffed, and stared at the floorboards. “It’s not right to Sid or the community to, to have what I did go unchecked. And what I said to Siddiq was so cruel. What’s worse is I meant it. Fuck, I still do.”

What she'd said was basically that she wished he’d gotten bit instead of Carl, and that it was just as much Siddiq's fault that the boy was dead as it was Negan’s. That 'he should be dead.'

She grimaced, then caressed the watch on her wrist. Must’ve been thinking of Dale. “Ain’t fair to…Negan, neither. If there’s anything Carl wanted us to understand, it’s that,” she whispered.

Rick lifted the frame to kiss his son’s picture, wiped a couple tears away. “When I talked with Sid, he was…alarmed. Worried. He thought it was off-character.”

Y/N went rigid where she sat. “Siddiq wasn’t there two years ago.”

Daryl lifted the baby higher on his chest and snuggled closer.

Rick shook his head. “You wishing someone dead, or, dead instead of another, is very off-character, it’s not you. No—don’t shake your head, Y/N.” Her brother maintained, “Even back then, after what happened, you didn’t wish me dead. You wished that Shane was still alive, not that I was dead instead. Even if you did say those things, it wouldn't have been the truth, just the hurt speaking.”

“I attacked you and told you I would kill you. And I-I meant it at the time, you know that.”

“And for a couple days, you left, because you didn’t actually want that. You knew it was wrong.”

“Which is why I need to get put away for a couple days. I decided to hurt a patient and his doctor, my own fr—” She wasn’t able to say what was probably the word ‘friend.’ Y/N bit her lip, and continued, “Then hurled words at him what nobody should get hurled at them.” She swallowed a cuss and grabbed another tissue.

“You’re exhausted, Siddiq knows that.” Rick pointed out. “We’re not ourselves when we’re—”

Y/N wasn’t having it. Probably too exhausted, to tell the truth.

“We’re all exhausted. C’mon, man, you just lost your son!” A sob left her and she tried to breathe through her nose. Checked her pulse again.

“You were also reacting to how he yanked you back, kiddo. That's not nothing.”

Daryl gave Rick a warning glance.

Rick saw, nodded, and held up a hand, which made Y/N turn to see what Daryl was doing. But Daryl simply kissed TJ on the head, not saying nothing.

She wasn’t fooled. When Y/N looked back at Rick after giving her husband a look of it’s okay, Daryl gave Rick another warning glare, then a nod.

“You didn’t react like that without reason, Y/N. There’s no shame to admit it was a trigger.”

She grumbled at the word. “Trauma ain’t an excuse to traumatize others.” After exhaling, she ran her hands over her face and took a moment. Hardly louder than a whisper, she challenged, “Ricky, not all my problems stem from the rapes. I’ve always been too hot-headed.”

At that moment, Daryl wanted to scoop her and TJ up and drive them away from everything, keep the two of them safe and unbothered for a month or two or four.

“Getting grabbed like that m-might, y’know, might could’ve reminded me of it—when they—" She ran a hand through her hair. "Okay, it did get me going. But, I,” she paused. “It wasn’t that I saw red or blacked out, I chose to keep goin’ once I’d started. I threw stuff because I was raging, I didn't want to stop because I thought he deserved it.”

Y/N fiddled with Dale’s watch, and turned to Father Gabriel beside her and almost smiled at him, close to the way she used to smile at Glenn, as if he were in on a joke. “Here I’d hoped I was re-domesticated by now.”

“Let us give thanks that you’re still housebroken,” he responded, taking Daryl by surprise. "You're...still housebroken, are you not?"

The way Y/N then cracked up and grinned woke up the butterflies in his stomach.

“Y/N, you’ve come miles since I first met you,” Gabriel told her softly, smiling back.

“All the way from Georgia,” she joked back, then grew more serious. “You’ve grown a whole lot, too.” She wiped her eyes, and Gabe closed his.

“And Y/N,” he shook his head. “You aren’t losing your humanity. I know you’re frightened of that, after what you told me happened to your other brother.”

It hadn’t even registered in Daryl’s mind that Shane’s memory would be scaring her. She loved her brother like hell, but she was always terrified of going down the same path he did.

He looked to Rick to see what his reaction was. His reaction was tear-rimmed eyes and a nod of his head toward TJ, silently asking if he could hold the baby awhile. Daryl nodded, Rick stood, and returned Y/N the frame as he walked by to pick up the little one.

Hands empty, Daryl took out his army knife and the broken chain from his pocket so he could fix his woman’s necklace. Wasn’t gonna be hard.

He heard Y/N whisper, “Hey, punk," to Carl in the photo. "Miss you. Miss you, too, loser,” she said to her brother's photo. He let his eyes travel to where she sat under the window, and watched her kiss the picture and well up. It was the old one of her and preschool-age Carl photo-bombing Rick and Shane, after one of them got some kind of cop award.

Clutching the frame once more to her belly, she and Father Gabriel then started to talk in low voices with one another.

“The red haze in your right sclera is so close to bein' clear. Did you talk to Rosie today? She’s been seeming less depressed.”

“I thought this was me visiting my patient, not the other way around,” Gabe gently hinted. “Y/N, please talk to me.”

Daryl heard her sniffle. “Rev, but I don’t want to have meant those words. I’ve been workin’ on it. It-it might be his fault, but I know he’s innocent, he’s humane—Sid even counts walkers like I do, man, yet still, I—” her breathing shuddered. “After whatever this mess is kicked in, every time I see him now, I hate him. Why do I hate a decent person?”

“Grief,” he offered simply. He gave her another shrug and small smile. “Keep doing what you have been. It will get easier every day, the same way your, um,” he was careful about his wording regarding her tits, “that you have more for the little ones every day.”

She huffed but didn’t raise her voice again, she stayed quiet as could be. “It don’t feel like none of that’s happening.”

“Our perception of things doesn’t always equal the truth, Y/N.” Gabe seemed to take a moment. Maybe he was praying.

Y/N’s fingers found her pulse again.

“We are all healing,” Gabriel next said, and smiled again. “Your heart is still beating, is it not?”

Y/N stared for a few moments, caught in the act. Eyes meeting Daryl’s for a moment, she removed her fingers from her neck, and inclined her head at the reverend. “What about yours?” she asked softly.

“Still beating. And that’s the proof,” he assured her just as softly. “Y/N, as for the way you understand your actions and your emotions toward him as not being right, I would like you to take it as a comforting sign. And, you just handed over a weapon you plainly wanted to keep concealed, you didn’t use said weapon to hurt Negan, either,” he pointed out, for which Daryl was grateful. “Perhaps, if you begin to make excuses, begin to feel no sense of having done wrong when you have, I will worry.”

Weirdly enough, he next grinned up at the ceiling. “But I am not, because you are simply broken and in need of healing. You’ll get there, as will I,” he held his hand out to the room. “As will your brother, your husband. All of us.” He sighed. “So long as our hearts are still beating.”

Daryl looked back at his wife in time to see her bit her wobbling lip and nod. Her gaze turned to Rick with the baby. He was kissing TJ’s scrawny little feet.

Her face softened seeing them, and as Daryl’s stomach fluttered again, she turned to look at him. His stomach full-on did a happy flip (and, yeah, he lost his grip on the necklace’s broken link and dropped it).

Y/N said to Rick, “Well, we still need to show ’em that Alexandria—that you—are accountable and fair. How many nights will do, you think?”

Rick shook his head. “Zero. But, because you have a point and won't take 'zero' as an answer,” he quickly added, “how about one?”

“For a piggy, you’re actin’ awful chicken.”

He was unmoved by the cop joke. “Bawk, bawk.”

And Y/N laughed, for what it was worth. And it was worth everything, hot damn was that laugh the best sound.

Daryl figured he might as well check, “What about bail, that still a thing?”

“Not with you owing a whole dollar. That’ll take weeks to pay off,” she said, back to doing her best to lighten up things. He loved her so fucking much, goddamn.

“Supervision when outside the cell,” she stated to Rick.

He shook his head again. “I have a better sentence in mind. When I saw you wearing Lori’s belt earlier today, it reminded me of it. See, and you left this at the infirmary.” He reached into his jacket pocket.

Recognition swept across her face when he held it out. “Do you think he’ll feel safe?”

“The headphone cord is too thin to choke him with, it’d snap.”

“Ricky, that joke was very dark,” she lightly chided.

He squinted, kissing TJ’s feet one more time first. “I hereby sentence you to one night—”

“—Three.”

“One in lock-up,” he spoke over her, then was fast to tack on, “with Daryl and this one as guards.” He motioned to the baby.

"Women shouldn't have male guards," she dryly droned.

"Overruled. You'll also get supervised outings for your duties tomorrow and the day after, including the trip to the Hilltop for Maggie’s prenatal visit. And,” he held up the music player, “you’ll need to listen to music with Siddiq on this. We know it works.” He cocked his head. “Let’s start with 20 minutes per day, like you and I had.”

Some tears slipped out even though she was smiling. She mouthed I love you to him, then asked out loud, “How many days?”

Rick squinted. “Fourteen.”

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You

“You pick the songs. Whatever you like,” you told him, staring at the photo and rubbing the ‘22’ pendant over your lips. Daryl fixed the chain for you shortly after you’d broken it. You really love him.

Sid accepted the mp3 player out of your hand.

You and he each had one earbud in, one apple beside you, and Michonne sat nearby with Judith. Supervision was your stipulation, yet being proactive about ensuring it had done nothing for how humiliating it was.

Still, you took an objective look and figured Siddiq should know that his safety mattered, that your people were fair and held themselves to standards.

Just looking around the place, it looked as if standards were a given here. That Alexandria’s power grid and some panels were already repaired within two weeks of Negan’s razing was almost unbelievable.

Sucks for the Saviors that cult that the Alexandria community had been built to withstand up to magnitude 4.1 earthquakes and be fairly fire-safe as part of its self-sustaining (and for-politicians) model, so in the least, a good number of the homes were still standing.

Carl's gazebo was another story, as were other similar structures, like the church, but the ash had been washed off by the rain, and the communities' walls were back up.

Next to you, Siddiq asked you how to work the mp3, citing, “Carl had been the one to…”

Had been the one to work it when he borrowed it to visit you out there, in order to show you some kindness. Before he got himself bit because of you.

The words festered inside of you. Whatever. Let them fester, you felt dead anyway.

As you went to point to show him, the picture hung from your outstretched, bandaged hand. The pic you'd chosen this time was another older one from the before-times, not one of the newer polaroids. You'd been the one to take it, actually, using a disposable camera about five and a half, maybe six years ago.

It was blurry, Lori and Carl had been being silly and stopped posing, Rick was mid-comment. You loved this one.

It felt so unreal now, felt fake.

Felt dead.

You checked your pulse. Still beating.

“The, um, just use-use those two buttons there for up and down to search,” you mumbled, tucking the photograph into your shirt pocket. “That one is for back, that one for options. Press down on the middle to click.”

He went huh. “Here’s the Indian music playlist,” he chuckled. Appears he’d found the Desi Party! playlist. Carl told you he’d played it for him.

Before he’d gotten fucking bitten.

How could your heart rage and ache so much if you were dead?

“It’s got all sorts on it,” you replied blankly to Siddiq. Remembering your oldest sister who’d made all the playlists before handing her mp3 down to you, it felt like she was made up. All your siblings except Shane felt made up. Your own mother, the foster siblings over the years, they felt made up, too.

Felt like everyone before was made up.

Fake.

Dead.

“My mother was a big filmi fan,” Siddiq shared.

But you simply repeated, “Pick whatever you like, you’re in charge of the songs.”

There was no emotion in your voice. You didn’t want to chat with him, didn’t want to nerd out about Bollywood music, and also didn’t want to face him after saying such awful things to him early today.

Hating him felt right. It felt "deserved," which is a word you'd learned to not use, thanks to Dale.

Granted, hating Siddiq felt wrong, too, which invited shame to take a seat on your lap.

So, you followed the rev’s advice and took comfort in the shame because it meant your conscience was still ordered in a good direction. It meant you weren’t fully dead yet.

You checked your pulse again to remind yourself that it was still beating. Life was still going. You even have a child that fills you with such an intense, aching, healing love.

Father Gabriel also told you that feeling dead didn’t make you a bad mother or a bad wife or bad person, it simply meant you were broken and grieving.

“Y/N?”

“What?” you growled — and immediately wished it hadn’t come out that way. In your head, you told Carl you were sorry, you’d do better next time. Then, you prayed to stop hating the sight of Siddiq, the sound of his voice. Wished Dale or Hershel or Glenn or T-Dog or Deanna or Denise or Sasha were there for, for—advice, support, you don’t know…

And because the rev has enough on his plate and needs to rest, maybe later you’d risk everyone’s ire and sneak away to visit Mr. Jones at the junkyard. At least he wasn’t dead yet, too. Maybe visiting him would convince him to move back to Alexandria.

“I never apologized for pulling you backward like that,” Siddiq said to you, a little short. Couldn’t blame him.

In truth, you had done all you were going to do to Negan after smacking him the once, but Sid wouldn’t have known that. Wouldn’t have known how grabbing you like that would flip an alarm, either.

No use moping, if your positions were reversed, you’d have wrangled him back, too.

And yet, you just caught yourself licking your teeth and sneering in response to his apology.

But it wasn’t out of anger or hatred so much as…you still aren’t certain what the emotion was. Grief, depression, shame, all three. You supposed it didn’t make a difference. Didn’t feel like much of anything.

Briefly, you put two fingers to your neck to check your pulse again. Still beating. Still alive.

Alive, and needing to eat some crow, as it were.

“Don’t apologize, you were protectin’ our patient. What I did was wrong,” you recited. “I-I threatened a patient and then whacked him across the face.” Your conscience then prompted you to apologize again for what you’d said to him. “And, just—Siddiq, what I said to you was bullshit and lies and m'sorry I said it. Cruel bullshit, naught else. Don’t go believing a word of it.”

He wasn’t clicking through the playlists and songs anymore.

Appearing uncomfortable, he peeked at you before he put his attention back on the mp3. “Michonne said pulling you like that was a trigger, which is why you, um…I’m sorry,” he said again. “I didn’t know.”

First, you relaxed your jaw. “Ain’t your job to know. It’s mine to learn past it.” Next, you spackled on something of a smile and added quietly, “It’s good that you, that you stepped in. Thank you.” You did mean it, for what it was worth.

How many minutes until the twenty was up, you wondered, and tried to not be obvious about checking the time on your wrist. Eyeing Michonne, she seemed more preoccupied with Judith than with being punctual regarding your penance/sentence.

“PTSD is serious. That’s why I’m sorry, I, um,” Siddiq faltered. He went back to clicking through the music choices.

“We all have at least a little PTSD, bud.” With a light nudge to try and convey camaraderie or something, you attempted to tease, “C'mon, you chosen at least one song, yet?”

“Sorry, let me just, uh…” and with a few more clicks, the first song started. It was Bohemian Rhapsody.

“You chose the playlist ‘Songs Everyone Likes.’”

He chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, figured I couldn’t go wrong with that one.”

The memory of belting out this song with Carl, Glenn, Beth, and Maggie before your group even found the prison whooshed back and you started to smile—until you remembered that Carl was gone now. He was dead.

You’d forgotten all of that for hot second, but your Carl was dead. So was Glenn. So was Beth. So was Lori, who'd joined, so was T-Dog, so was...

Maybe you were dead, too. You felt dead—so, you pressed your fingers to your neck to feel for a pulse.

Still beating.

The lyrics of the song began to register. You know, the early parts like ‘I don’t wanna die,’ and ‘carry on, as if nothing really matters.’ Sounded a little too personal, tell you the truth.

And just like that, the song was skipped. You glanced at Siddiq.

He shook his head. “Not the right mood for it.”

“Mm.”

The intro to the next song in the shuffle was very bouncy, and ‘Dance to the Music’ started to jive through the earbuds. You didn’t sway along like you naturally would have. No urge to.

The song played, finished.

“First time I heard this was in Shrek,” Siddiq made small talk while munching on his apple. “Love that movie.”

You might’ve hummed in acknowledgment, you aren’t sure. He handed your apple to you, you took it. Held it.

The next song started, ‘Young Hearts Run Free.’

The song played, finished.

Siddiq made more small talk. “I remember that one in Romeo + Juliet, the one with, um, Claire Danes? We watched that version in high school after we finished reading it.”

You hummed again. Pressed your fingers to your wrist, just in case. But no, your heart was still beating.

The next song started, ‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash.’

“A lot of oldies,” he commented once the singing began. He took the final nibble off his apple.

“But goodies,” you responded, willing yourself to sound less stiff and monotone. “Modern stuff is on this playlist, too, don’t worry.”

The song played. Finished.

The next song started. ‘Another One Bites the Dust.’ Siddiq promptly skipped it once the refrain started and the lyrics sank in.

“Good call,” you grunted.

The next song started. ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.’

“Oh n—please skip this one, too." You loved that one, but you’d queued it up for Glenn at his and Maggie’s wedding, and it was not the time to go reminiscing. You swallowed the lump in your throat. Checked your pulse. Still beating. "Please skip 'Thunderstruck' if it comes on, too?”

The mp3 player clicked as Siddiq skipped the song. Next on the shuffle was ‘Under Pressure.’

He adjusted his seat and coughed. “This one fits.”

A combination sigh/groan was your contribution, because he was right. The two of you were the only doctors major medical personnel left standing.

The song played. Siddiq’s knees and wrists bounced to the rhythm where he sat beside you. You stared at your boots. Where’d all the soot and dirt on them and your clothes come from, you couldn’t remember…

…

It was when a strong gust of cold wind blew that you noticed that the music had stopped, your earbud was out, and the sky wasn’t as cloudy anymore.

When did that happen?

You sat up and blinked a few times, your apple still in one hand, Shane’s necklace in the other.

“Hey,” you heard Siddiq call.

What, why were your cheeks wet? “S-sorry, I,” you dropped the necklace, wiped your eyes with your sleeve, and put the apple down, “must’ve, um, checked out.”

“I’m not sure how long it was after it began when I noticed the change,” he let you know. “Is…this what happened earlier?”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. “Earlier was somethin’ else. This was just—” ‘Dissociation,’ was a misunderstood word, so Denise taught you. And you didn’t want to use the word for that reason.

You really wanted to keep a shred of dignity for yourself in the eyes of that guy. He didn’t even know that you’d hurt yourself when you’d ‘blacked out’ the other day…so, you decided upon a white lie highly euphemistic layman's term. “I spaced out.”

He nodded, but his brows sunk, as if he weren’t buying it.

And when he did that thing where someone slightly opens their mouth because they’ve put together a response, you changed the subject. “Listen to anythin’ good while I was in space?”

Siddiq wasn’t swayed. “Do you still feel detached?”

“A little,” you answered truthfully, inhaling deep and checking your watch to try gauging how long you’d been out. Except, you had no recollection of what time it had been earlier, so it was a bust. God save you, you were a mess.

“Sid. I’m sorry you’re trapped dealin’ with this shit, it ain’t fair to you. If, if you wanna bounce early, don’t feel obligated to stay, and, and—like, if you don’t wanna do this whole music thing, it’s fine. W-we don’t want you feelin’ unsafe.”

“Unsafe? Y/N, I…” he paused. “I forgive you for what you said earlier. And I’m not scared of you. Hitting Negan wasn’t okay, but…” another pause. “Compared to the way most others are baying for his blood and how you defended saving his life, I mean—you helped me save him, Y/N—” He lifted his hands, palms to the sky. “You’re my friend, we work together, it’s not like I can’t see that you’re drowning.”

Nothing prepared you to hear that.

He was calling you a friend and was still trying to be understanding, after all that…

You wanted to slam your head on a hard, rough surface and cry from the shame and simultaneous relief. You also didn’t want to accept it, and so pushed back: “You were alone out there too long. Friends d-don’t tell friends they wish they were dead.” And mean it, you did not confess.

But of all things, he merely raised one shoulder and snorted. “I’m a really good friend?”

Tears spilled at the same time that you almost laughed.

No, it's true, you almost laughed. Things felt a little unreal again, but in not a bad way. The most you could do right then was send up thanks for the mercy that came out of the mess. You pinched your wrist first, then felt for your pulse.

“Compared to a few minutes ago, do you feel more like yourself now?” Siddiq made sure.

Huh. You used to ask Shane a very similar question, when he was forgetting his goodness.

You kept feeling the small beats at your wrist, reminding you that you were indeed alive, therefore capable of healing and growth.

“Heart’s still beating,” you sniffled, making yourself smile at him. The hatred and disgust you’d felt earlier seemed to you less like a fact and more like a bad dream.

Then, from the far right of the oak tree, you heard Aaron’s voice saying, “Not yet, man, they’ve got four minutes left.”

Aaron and Daryl then came into view. They waved to you as they walked by with the babies, another reminder that you that you weren’t fully dead inside. Gracie was in a stroller, TJ was bundled in Daryl’s arms. Your husband lingered behind, eyes on you as he absently pecked a kiss to your baby’s covered head.

Something stirred, and your chest fluttered and tugged in their direction, reminding you again that your heart was still beating. So was Maggie’s, so was her and Glenn’s baby’s, so was Rick’s, so was Aaron’s. Life was still going. You had a child, a husband; lifelines. Their hearts were still beating, too.

The unexpected wink and the way Daryl’s gaze softened as he looked at you made you feel as if you’d been freezing and someone just handed you a cup of cocoa with mini marshmallows. The way he next moved his lips to pronounce ‘troublemaker,’ however, you ought to have seen coming a mile away.

The heaviness in your body eased a bit. A smile started prodding the corners of your mouth. Shyly, you returned the wave and mouthed ‘mangy hick,’ your wrist bumping against the photograph sticking from your shirt pocket.

Aaron noticed him acting like a dope lagging and gestured for him to keep up. “Four more minutes and we’ll come back to get her.”

Daryl called out "slowpoke," and waved your baby’s little arm to the two of you as they walked away. He kept peeking behind him, too, it warmed you. When they reached far enough, you once again took the photograph out from your pocket.

With a final peek at Carl’s picture, you sent up a prayer and reaffirmed the promise that you’d made to him. That you’d live for him, do him proud.

So long as your heart was still beating, you’d try to do him proud. “Seems you and I got four more minutes, Sid. What’ll we pick?”

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[sexslip]

I got the tight pussy of a sexy Bhabhi by luck.

Only the lucky ones get such pussy. I had seen my cousin Bhabhi getting fucked by a stranger. So I got the chance.

Friends, first let me tell you about myself.

My name is Sunny, I am a 22 year old good looking boy… I study in a college.

I am the only beloved son of my mom and dad.

My Bhabhi who had come home as a new bride.

She is like a firecracker and is as white as milk.

Her figure is 34-28-36.

Meaning so hot and sexy that anyone can take his erect penis in his hand and masturbate after seeing her.

One day mom sent me to Bhabhi's house to give her something.

That day brother had gone out somewhere, the door of their house was open.

It was summer time so I went inside their house without making any noise.

Bhabhi was sleeping.

I saw that Bhabhi was sleeping in a nighty and because of the cooler being on, her nighty was filled with air.

Due to the cooler air filling between her legs, a kind of balloon had formed and the nighty had come up to her knees.

She was not wearing anything inside the nighty, so her pink pussy was visible. Both legs were completely open, so the view of sexy Bhabhi's tight pussy was clearly visible.

For some time, my mouth remained open.

Then I kept the stuff I had brought there and came back home.

The same scene was going around in my mind.

Bhabhi's pink pussy was visible in front of my eyes again and again.

After being in such a situation for a long time, I could not control myself and I masturbated by imagining.

From that day, my view towards Bhabhi had completely changed.

Now, whenever she came to my house, I kept looking at her boobs and ass.

When she did not come home, I would make some excuse and go to her house.

One day I was going on my bike to attend tuition.

My brother called out to me- where are you going?

I told him- I am going to tuition!

My brother said- wait a minute, do one thing… you drop your Bhabhi also at Akhil’s shop on the same route. She has some work there.

On hearing this, I was overjoyed that what a wonderful service Bhaiya had provided.

Since this was my first opportunity to ride with a lady on the bike.

Then the queen of my dreams Bhabhi was sitting with me on the bike, I made her sit properly and moved ahead.

The touch of her soft body was arousing me.

Just then the bike fell into a ditch and I applied the brakes, her breasts rubbed against my back.

Ahh it was so much fun…my penis started hissing immediately.

Now I was deliberately applying brakes and Bhabhi's big boobs were rubbing against my back.

Bhabhi had probably understood something and said- drive slowly na!

I said- Bhabhi the road is bad, what can we do!

So she said- ok.

I was having a lot of fun.

After some time I left Bhabhi at her place and asked- should I come to pick you up?

So she said- no, your brother will come.

I left from there.

This touch had given me a lot of relief.

Then one day when I went to Bhabhi's house, I could hear a sound from inside.

I understood that Bhaiya and Bhabhi must be having sex, let me go and see... at least I will get to see Bhabhi's boobs!

When I peeped through the window, Bhabhi was completely naked.

Her hair was open and her juicy breasts were bouncing up and down and spreading fun.

Bhabhi was having fun getting fucked.

But when I saw the person fucking her, I was speechless.

The man fucking her was not Bhaiya, he was the dumb mechanic in front of her.

I kept watching Bhabhi getting fucked with surprised eyes.

I was getting very angry.

Then I took out my mobile and started recording the video of Bhabhi getting fucked.

I made the entire video of their fucking and left from there.

When I came home, I came to know that Nani was unwell, so Mummy and Papa were leaving to see Nani at that time.

Mummy told me everything and said- Actually we will return tomorrow only, but we will see about coming depending on how Nani is feeling there.

I had my exam, so Mummy told me- I have told your Bhabhi, she will make vegetables for you. Rotis are ready and your Bhabhi will come here to sleep at night. Your Bhaiya is out today, he will return tomorrow morning.

I became very happy with the news of Bhabhi coming.

I made a plan in my mind that today I will fuck the slutty Bhabhi. Today the whole house is mine.

When evening came, Bhabhi came home.

I had made all the arrangements. The house was smelling of fragrance.

Then Bhabhi cooked vegetables and we both had dinner.

I started talking to Bhabhi.

At that time I was sitting near her.

While talking to her, I told her- Bhabhi, I like you very much.

Saying this, I kissed her.

Bhabhi pushed me away and slapped me on the cheek.

I started acting- Bhabhi, please don't tell anything to anyone.

She started saying- Let your mother come, I will tell her everything.

I said- Bhabhi, I have something for you too.

She said- What is it?

I showed her the video.

She got scared immediately and started deleting the video after seeing herself getting fucked by that dumb mechanic.

I said- Yes, of course, delete it, I have many copies. They started crying and one of them said- please delete them all, I will not be able to show my face to anyone.

I said- Bhabhi, I have no objection to what you do with whom. If you enjoy having sex with the mechanic, then I am not refusing. I just want to say that if Bhaiya is not able to satisfy you, then you should do it.

If you are coming then give me a chance… such things are better at home. I am giving you this chance today that I can be of great help to you. An outsider can defame you but I am from your house. You can have sex with me without any fear.

Hearing this, Bhabhi gathered her hands while crying and came to me.

She started bowing at my feet and said- I made a mistake. Please forgive me.

I picked her up and removed the dupatta of her salwar suit.

Now Bhabhi's boobs were clearly visible.

I said- Okay, I will delete the video… but I also want the same pleasure which you gave to that mechanic by mistake.

She started covering herself with her dupatta and said- No, I have understood my mistake. Now I cannot do all this with anyone. Anyway I am your Bhabhi.

I said- Okay, I am not deleting this video right now. But tell me, did you leave the house so that you could quench your thirst with a stranger because of my brother's weakness?

She did not say anything.

I said- Bhabhi, I am your brother-in-law and the matters of the house should remain in the house. Everyone feels the hunger for sex, there is nothing wrong in it. I just want to have sex with you and you also need a strong man.

My words had an impact on Bhabhi and she agreed to have sex with me.

She said- Okay, but you promise that you will delete the video.

I said yes and Bhabhi agreed.

Bhabhi also agreed to stay in my room at night.

First I took Bhabhi in my arms and started kissing her pink lips.

I started getting the pleasure of heaven in kissing those lips which were as intoxicating as rose petals.

Bhabhi also started cooperating fully.

I asked her to sit down and waved my long and three inch thick penis in front of her.

As soon as Bhabhi saw my penis, she said- Oh my God… this is so big and thick… I will die!

I said- No woman has died in this world till date due to getting fucked by a penis.

She looked at me and started smiling and said softly- If I had known earlier that you have such a great rocket, I would have ridden it long back.

I said- Yes, I understood that very day on the bike that the work will be done easily, but what to do Bhabhi… your brother-in-law was scared, so I could never say anything.

Bhabhi held my penis with her hand and stroked it, so I asked her to take it in her mouth.

She refused. She said- I have not taken anyone's penis in my mouth till now.

I said- Okay. I will teach you everything… I have a video right now.

Bhabhi laughed and started licking the tip of my penis with her tongue.

I asked- How do you feel?

She laughed and said- It is very salty.

I moved the head of my penis around Bhabhi's lips and put my penis in her mouth.

Then I grabbed her hair at the back with my hand and started moving it back and forth.

It was a lot of fun to put my penis in Bhabhi's mouth.

She was also sucking my penis with fun but since it was her first time, she was making a little more noise.

When I pushed my entire penis till her throat, tears started coming out of her mouth.

I started moving my penis in and out.

In a short while, my entire penis was filled with her saliva. As soon as my penis came out, all the saliva from Bhabhi's mouth would come out and land on her lips.

Then I grabbed Bhabhi's hair and made her stand and removed all her clothes and made her completely naked.

I could not resist seeing her juicy breasts and started sucking her breasts.

Bhabhi was also pressing me on her breasts and making me suck her breasts.

Her light raisin colored nipples had become very hard.

Now I made her lie down and inserted one finger in her pussy and started smelling it.

Then, inserting two fingers, I scratched her pussy and she screamed.

I smelled the fragrance of Bhabhi's pussy and also tasted it by licking my finger.

Bhabhi was smiling.

Now I could not resist and I started licking her pussy with my tongue.

As soon as I started licking her pussy, she jumped up and started moaning sensually- ah I am dead… ah ah… no one had done this. Ah… it feels good. Lick it deeper!

This meant that even that dumb mechanic had not sucked Bhabhi's pussy.

That is why Bhabhi started enjoying getting her pussy sucked.

Then Bhabhi put both her hands on my head and started pressing my head on her pussy.

In a short while, Bhabhi released her hot water.

I drank all the water from her pussy.

After that, I placed the tip of my penis on her pussy and tried to insert it inside.

But it was surprising that my cock was not going inside her pussy because of its thickness.

I asked her- what is this puzzle Bhabhi?

She said- that mechanic was also not that great and he had fucked me for the first time that day. After fucking I scolded him and sent him away because I was not satisfied.

I said- never mind, now today I will satisfy you completely.

I spit on the tip of my cock and spread the lips of her pussy and set the cock.

I had just put the tip inside when she started screaming loudly- uuui maa I am dying!

I caught Bhabhi's waist and gave another jerk again.

Just think Bhabhi's mother is fucked.

A sound came from sexy Bhabhi's tight pussy as if a cloth has been torn.

My cock entered Bhabhi's pussy completely tearing it apart.

I started moving my cock in and out while moaning.

After some time Bhabhi also started enjoying.

Then after ten minutes we both changed positions.

Now I was lying on the sofa I sat down and Bhabhi sat on my cock.

I put my cock in her pussy and sat down and started fucking her by moving up and down.

Along with pussy fucking, Bhabhi's juicy breasts were in my mouth which was giving double pleasure.

I was really enjoying fucking her.

To stop her loud aah aah sound, I pressed her lips and started moving her ass up and down with my hands.

After a few minutes, I made her a mare and fucked her.

Bhabhi started saying - I am enjoying a lot getting fucked like this.

Then, without telling her anything, I spit on the tip of my cock and suddenly put my cock in her ass.

She screamed - aah aah I am dead!

I said - you slut, there is a lot of fun in your ass, right ... today I will take out all your fun.

And I kept fucking Bhabhi's ass.

As soon as I took my cock out of her ass, there was a big hole in her ass.

Now I put my cock in her juicy pussy and started thrusting.

She said- I am about to cum again!

I said- Me too.

Then we both came together and after kissing we slept naked there.

When we woke up in the morning, Bhabhi was not able to even walk.

I picked her up and took her to the bathroom.

We both bathed together and then had sex in the bathroom.

Then she was making breakfast, so she was only in bra and panty.

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I lifted her leg there and started fucking her.

Now we both used to have sex anytime, anywhere and whenever we wanted, we used to do it.

Bhabhi started being very happy with me.

You guys must tell me by commenting how you liked the story of my sexy Bhabhi's tight pussy.

[kaedeichinose]

Wow fans be like it's ugly, the story sucks, the characters are bad, it's outdated, it's covered in grime and my sub money funds the finest breast milk coolers in the land but maybe ff14 could learn a thing or two

[eggedbellies]

Xenomorphs would be so much cooler if they didn't do the whole chest-burster thing.  Just impregnate you or lay an egg in you,  let it grow, and let you lay. 

Having a face hugger latch on,  fucking you until it lays all its eggs.  Feeling as you grow and lay your first clutch.   Getting to see your eggs hatch releases young xenomorphs and more face-huggers.  Getting another round of face fucking and now vagina fucking as you hear the xenomorphs go out to find more breeders.  Seeing your fellow crewmates get captured and brought back to the hive,  watching them either get bred or milked. 

But what I would love most of all is for each generation of xenomorphs to become more human.  Still very alien,  but like they come out with a set of working gentiles, then later some have a set of breasts, then maybe some nice asses, maybe a face/mouth change, and other human qualities. But now they're able to breed directly with each other or the humans. Just imagine having one with a cock fuck you in your hole,  filling you with its alien sperm, leaving behind a belly bulge. Or one rides your cock until it's milked you dry, and you get to see your results hours later when they come back with a large belly and large milky breasts.

I can imagine after some time it hits a point of an xeno-human hybrid that's pure perfection.  The rough shape of a human with all the qualities we love but still the parts of the amazing design of the xenomorph.  I feel by then the queen emerges,  and she can speak,  and congrats to all the wonderful crew members and is ready to reward them. 

They start to convert humans into xenomorphs,  their final form depending on how long they stayed in the pod. 

Man what a cool idea. Steady transformation, generations in a matter of months, the perfect breeding study...

but honest to god imagine how fucking good a facehugged latched onto your crotch would feel. If they didn't fall off for days but stayed attached, steadily filling you..

[undercity-princess]

Kinktober 9

NSFW prompt: lactation

Jinx X Akali

Blowing up Singhed's lab had been a no-brainer for Jinx. And of course Akali had been with her lover (even if she silently thanked the man for giving her mate another chance to live).

A thing they hadn't taken into account though was the amount of different chemicals and fumes of finished and unfinished experiments the explosion would blast into the Zaunite air.

One of these fume clouds hit Akali full on. She immediately started coughing and sputtering, falling down on her knees. Jinx was with her in an instant, pulling her away.

"No, shit, fuck, breathe! Come on you need to breathe, now, please" she held her girlfriend's arms up and frantically patted her back.

After a few labored breaths finally air came easy again and the ninja could sit up on her own again.

They left the premises as fast as they could to be gone when the enforcers would arrive.

The incident made Jinx clingy, constantly checking in on Akali, feeling her pulse, demanding to hear her heart and breathing.

"I'm fine! Just a little irritation, but there's nothing wrong with me!"

"I hear you and I choose to ignore what you say. You don't know that freak like I do. He sold weapons to Noxus! You could fall ill or die any moment!"

"I won't, ok? But if I have so much as an itch I promise to tell you, ok?"

It was late in the evening, when the discomfort started. But Akali was used to enduring, so she shrugged it off and went to bed.

Until she woke up in the middle of the night to an aching pain.

Her hissing alerted Jinx who was worried "What is it? Pain? Where?"

"My.. my tits hurt like they're goin to burst."

The bluenette flicked on the light and looked at her. Her eyes widened "Damn, they look… big"

She pulled the blanket down but stopped her movements when she could see her lover's top.

"Toots, you're wet, I think?"

Akali carefully touched one of the wet spots on her shirt. She looked at her fingers, then smelt on them.

"Smells like…" she licked her fingertip "...sweet… milk?"

"Can I?" The tinkerer asked and pulled on the hem of Kali's shirt. A nod was the answer, so she carefully pulled it up and over her head. The cool air and Jinx's ever cooler hands were soothing the pain at least a bit. She lightly massaged the unusual big breasts.

"Jay, that helps, but… that stuff needs to be out of me or I'm gonna explode!"

"How?"

"I don't know and I don't care… But if we don't find a way soon, I'll get a kunai and cut a hole!"

"Okay, it's bad, I get that! No hole cutting tho, I… I'll find a way, lemme just…" pink eyes quickly scanned the dimly lit room. Then fell back on Akali's breasts. Her eyes lit up with an idea and she sat up, back to the headboard. Carefully she pulled Kali up to straddle her.

"What are you doing?"

"Helpin ya" She pulled her love close and slotted her mouth gingerly around one of her pained nipples. She sucked, softly at first, but when she heard a relieved moan, harder.

"Fuck, Jay, I… feels so good" when she looked down she caught Jinx staring up at her with a heated need.

She carefully pulled the blue haired woman off her and towards her still tender other side. Without prompt she latched on.

With the pain now subsiding her moans shifted from relief to arousal as well.

She pushed Jinx's crop top up to gently caress her tits too and felt her moan around her tender flesh.

Jinx hand found her way into the others underwear to find her already wet. Without ceasing her sucking she started fucking her with a slow and gentle pace.

Akali nearly lost her mind under the doubled sensation. The only thing she could think of was sharing this moment with her love, so she pushed the other's drenched panties aside and pushed two fingers in in one swift motion. She tried matching her rhythm as best as she could, but the engineer's moans on her chest had her stuttering in every motion.

They came together, trapping each others hands inside them as waves of pleasure washed over them.

[mcmikey990]

It was a night like any other of the past few months, a chilled Michigan spring evening. The sun, low on the horizon but still bright enough to light my apartment through the window. It was my birthday, and with a few taps of the keyboard, she would come running at my beckoning call...

Was it really more than a month that she had been coming over, almost every night, just for wild and unrelenting sex? I would use her for my pleasure then watch here leave while I was still dripping in sweat. It seems like just yesterday I hung up on her and didn't even want to think about her because I was so mad... at myself...

But then she came over to console me, wearing a zip-up hoodie and pajama pants (as us college folk focused more on comfort than appearance at the time). So there we were, me sitting in my desk chair, her standing in front of me, fingers running through my hair, I looked up at her and said, "I just don't care any more." And as the words passed through my mouth, I began to pull down the zipper of her hoodie only to notice she had nothing underneath. And I realized it wasn't for comfort, it was for convenience.

And in that moment, the world disappeared. There was nothing but her and me... and her breasts in front of my face, begging for my mouth. Voluptuous and tender, nipples still soft from the warmth of her hoodie, but slowly tightening now exposed to the cooler air. I kiss the pink center and lick the firm skin encompassing her areola and she throws her head back with an erotic gasp of air.

God, I loved how she would gasp at my every touch, how she moaned to guide me to her pleasure, how she screamed in ecstasy at climax...

Many of her visits would begin the exact same way: I would sit in my chair and carefully, but forcefully, take off every bit of clothing she had on, ogling every inch of skin that I revealed. And then I would devour her breasts, sucking and licking so hard, trying to milk every once of pleasure from her bare skin.

With the last of her clothing strewn across the floor, I would pick up her leg and rest her knee over my lap. And while her legs were spread just enough, I would partake in my third favorite erogenous endeavor: fingering her delicate pussy.

Oh, the sounds she would make as my fingers slid up and down her already moistened lips. The primal moan of pure bliss as one, then two, fingers enter her gently, slowly, but forcefully deep...

Most of the time, I would set a blanket on the floor of my room, as I only had a twin size bed and didn't want to give her (or my knees) a rug burn from the carpet. I would lay her down right in the middle, lift her legs up then open, spreading them as wide as she could handle. Next would come my second favorite euphoric exercise: licking her sweet pussy.

And it was euphoric for both her and me; she would fall into an organismic trance and I would... Well, everything about going down on her was simply intoxicating. The scent of her soft skin, the taste of her sweet nectar, the feel of her clit against my tongue... It was my opium.

Most of the time, I would take her right there on the floor, holding her legs wide open, watching her body, drinking with my eyes... With every thrust, her breasts rock up and down her chest, her pussy would quiver and swell, and she would moan and scream... With every thrust...

But once in a while, I wouldn't have the patients to lie her gently on the floor, or to take my time eating her out. Once in a while, I couldn't rip her clothes off fast enough, or get mine off fast enough... I sat here down in the corner of my couch, then grabbed her legs and lifted them up and over to one side but held them together. She crossed her feet and put a hand on her calf to help hold herself up, then looked up at me and said, "this should be interesting."

With just a slit of her pink pussy peaking through from between her legs, I knelt beside her and pressed the shaft of my cock into those sweet lips, hard, pushing down to rub her clit before finally entering her. The look on her face and in her eyes etched itself in my mind so much that even now, 20 years later, that is and has remained my favorite sex position... ever.

But as I said, it was a night like any other Michigan spring evening. I saw her car pull in to the complex parking lot and watched her walk up then buzzed her in the building and left my front door open as I went back to my room. I heard the door close then footsteps walking towards my room, and I could tell from the sound she had on high heels.

I asked her over this time because I wanted to talk, and I had exactly what I wanted to say in my head. Then she stepped in my room wearing a trench coat with her hair done up, makeup perfectly accentuating her naturally beautiful face, heels and stockings. The first thing that went through my mind was she got dressed up to take me out to a birthday dinner. But I couldn't even get out a single syllable before her coat fell to the ground, and underneath was something not for convenience, it was for pure sexual provocative enjoyment.

Before me she stood a 20 year old brunette bombshell, with a small yet sharp chin, full red lips, petite nose, blushed cheeks and eyes that could crumble the toughest of men. This 5'3" beauty (taller with the heels) was wearing the most erotic lingerie I've ever seen. My mind went blank, my jaw dropped, my face went numb. I was looking at a black satin babydoll with spaghetti straps and lace trim, thigh-high stockings and her high heels. It enhanced her already perfectly large breasts, it accentuated her curvy hips, and the almost non-existent g-string thong left nothing for the imagination. My heart still skips a beat thinking about her standing there.

She did a slow turn to model the whole outfit for my eyes, and once back around, she said, "Happy birthday!" And with that, my mind instantly went back to the reason I wanted to talk to her. I stood up, grabbed her hand in mine and had her sit on the couch. I brought my chair over and sat in front of her and looked deep in her eyes and said, "I can't do this anymore."

In the pause after I said those words, the sexy smile she had faded and I saw her eyes grow deep and dark, her cheeks turned flush and her little nose went a little red... I felt her grip tighten in my hands, and before she was able to say anything, I told her, "I can't do this, because it isn't fair to you... because I love you too much to use you like this. (I take a breath and sigh) That's what it was in the beginning, just sex, and I knew that you cared about me more than I cared about you, and that was manipulative and insensitive and immature.

"But right now, I don't want your body, I want you, I want all of you. I don't want to just have sex anymore, I want to make love to you. I want you to wear lingerie for me because it's a Tuesday and I need cheering up. I want you to sit on my face because you had a rough day at work. I want to make love in the shower under candlelight. I want to know what position fits your mood. I want to tie you up in bondage and have my way with you. I want the excitement and anticipation of being on a dinner date knowing you're not wearing panties under your dress. I want to stay up all night long cuddling on the couch just watching movies. I want to fall asleep naked next to you. I want to take nude pictures of you, and make homemade movies. I want to cook dinner with you only wearing an apron. I want to make you breakfast in bed. I want to take care of you when you're sick. I want you to keep a change of clothes and a spare toothbrush in my apartment. I want to travel the world with you and make love in as many different countries as we can. I want to discover what intimacy means with you. I want to know what your dreams are, what your fears are. I want to know what turns you on more than anything else. I want to find what your sexual limits are, and for you to find mine. I want to be at my most vulnerable with you, and you with me..."

I was going to say, "I want to take you with me on this journey of life." But before I could finish, "I want..." she said, "shut up and kiss me." I smiled uncontrollably and lean in to press my face against her. Out lips meet, my hand reaches behind her head and I hold her to me, but then pull away. I stood up in front of her, I was only wearing a pair of gym shorts and had them on the floor next to her trench coat as soon as I left the seat. And for the first time I was completely naked while she wasn't. I took a step closer and said, "and this is now yours to do with as you please," as my member stood firmly erect pointing at her. She looked at it, then looked up at me, grabbed my cock in her hands and stood up and said, "I said shut up and kiss me."

I held her face in my hands, softly, and kissed her with more passion than I have ever given another woman. Our tongues dance in each other's mouths. She had my heart, but still holding my solid erection in her hands, she pulled me closer and I shoved my rod into her abdomen, the satin is so soft against my shaft. I reached down and grabbed her ass, clutching her body firmly, holding as much flesh as I could in one hand. I motioned her to lift her leg up and wrap it around me, to be in the familiar position of touching between her legs, to aide in her arousal, to make her as wet as possible.

But with both of us standing, I was too tall to reach my target, even with her heels on. So I pulled my lips apart from hers, almost painfully, but smirked as I step around and sat in the middle of the couch. Looking up at her, I tell her to, "take that pretty thing off... but take your time."

She smiles, provocatively, and starts to slip one strap off her shoulder, slowly... painfully slowly. She starts to sway her hips, sensually dancing as half of the babydoll is being held up by her breast, but inching itself down more and more with each motion. She turns to show me her backside and stands with her feet apart, locks her legs straight and bends forward, teasing at the slightest glance of just how small her thong really is.

Just by the very thought of what I am already looking at, unconsciously, almost instinctively, I have to touch myself. She leans forward even more and ever so gently pulls the satin fabric up over her behind. My God, she is so beautiful and sexy it hurts... The glimmer of the tender and darker skin around her anus peak from behind the thin string running between her legs. The things I want to do to that ass, I'm so anxious to have her my legs start shaking and I can feel if I had been standing my knees would have buckled under me.

She brings her legs back together and continues her sensually intoxicating dance. Still facing away from me, she looks over her shoulder still clad with the remaining strap, and again, painfully slow slides it over her shoulder and down her arm. Then looking over her other shoulder pulls her arm out of the already loose strap. She raises both arms over her head and with a sway of her hips, the babydoll falls frictionlessly to the floor.

With her arms still reaching up over her head, she turns back around to display her perfect breasts. Voluptuous, sensitive, soft and tender, her nipples almost as erect as I am. But by this point, my dick is so hard it feels like the skin is about to burst.

She dances a little more, her hands now touching her face and down her neck. As if she were exploring her own body for the first time, her hands run over her breasts, a delicate finger tip brushes over her nipples, then her hands cup her breasts underneath and lifts slightly as she gently squeezes them... She is showing me that these are mine to play with.

Her hands continue down her sides and past her waist, she purses her arms together and squeezes her breasts to show them off even more. A single finger slips under each side of the microscopic waistband of her thong and she begins to pull them down. Saying she pulled them down would incite that she performed that action in one movement, when really she took her damn time. Her hips sway in her erotic dance and her hands haven't even gone past her hips yet. But with her legs together, the crotch of the thong is held in place and the satin triangle turns upside-down as her hands slowly continue to pull down her thighs.

She drops to on knee, and then the other, then sits back bringing her feet up in front of her. The thong is still at her knees, but she starts to unstrap her heels and takes them off first one, slowly, toes pointed underneath the stocking mesh. And the second shoe, open the buckle, undo the strap, and off it goes. The shiney black heels are tossed aside and land somewhere under my desk.

With her legs still together, she ends the journey of removing the thong as it passes over her calves and through her feet. A quick flick of the wrist and it disappears in my peripheral, because all of my focus is on the beauty sitting before me. She starts to pull down a stocking, but I interrupt her in the process, "please, keep those on." She smiles and then leans back, resting on her hands and starts to open her legs.

In the time that she had been coming over, I have never not had a light on while we had sex. Whether it is still daylight outside, or a small desk lamp in my room, 80% of the pleasure of having sex with a beautiful woman is seeing her naked body. With that, of course I have seen her pussy before, but I don't think my eyes have really ever paid attention to it before now.

But now... Now my eyes drink, they gorge the site, they devour greedily the view... Now I am paying intimate attention. The delicate reddening skin of her labia, the sensitive pink lips swell with each pulse of her heartbeat, and mine. The slightest hint of her clitoris hiding atop the vertical line that is her pussy. I can taste her sweetness just by looking at her and my heart flutters with how beautiful she is.

There are many women in this world that look better wearing lingerie than they do naked. She is not one of those woman. I could stare at her naked body endlessly... I begin to stroke myself up and down, gently, inviting her to do the same. She leans to one side and her hand reaches from behind with a single finger tip, delicately brushing over her moistened pink pussy. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, her open mouth gasps a breath of arousal as she fingers deeper into her own wetness.

I can't handle it any more, "you need to come here, now." She laughs playfully and says, "it's about time, you made that last longer than I expected."

"Well, you sure didn't make it very easy for me," I tell her as she straddles me on the couch. Her knees bend the cushions down, she grabs the back of the couch and her breasts stand only inches from my face. I pause for just a mere moment, her body looks different somehow; more defined, brighter, more flush with color, more excited than remember from days past. I slouch down just slightly in my seat to better line up our bodies, I can feel the heat emanating from her loins... The anticipation is almost at my breaking point, I feel like the instant our genitals meet I will burst a load of cum through the roof. My testicles tingle between my legs and I bring her face to mine, kissing her passionately again.

She sits in my lap and her soft wet pussy finally meets my throbbing hard shaft and she starts to rock her hips forward and back, buttering me with her wetness. I reach both hands behind her rear and spread her cheeks apart as I lift her up gracefully. But because of the way I'm sitting, my member is pointing more at me than up at her, so she takes me in her hand and aligns it straight up. She eases herself down, just touching the tip to her dripping wet lips and massages her pussy with the head of my cock, back and forth, then in circles. It's nearly too much for me to handle and I try to thrust my hips up. But it accomplishes little as she is still gripping the shaft in her hand.

Thankfully, she got the message, and ends her self-stimulation with the tip of my cock just at the opening of her vagina. With my hands still firmly gripping her ass, I walk my fingers into her pussy and spread her lips open, then pull her down onto me. She takes my cue and sits into my lap... She is so wet, I slide completely inside her with tender ease.

Her mouth gapes open and she gasps the most erotic breath for air followed by an even more erotic moan of pure pleasure. My hands release from her ass and rub up her back massaging to her shoulders. She has to lean in a little for us to kiss, but I hold her just before our lips touch and I whisper in her ear, "I love you, Katrina."

"I love you, too," she says back to me, almost weeping. She moans with joy, half crying, half pleasure with every motion inside her. I hold her face to mine and the, "mmmmph," that escapes from her as we kiss induces a gutteral passion from inside me. Our bodies are mated, penetrated, I am intimately and physically as close to her as humanly possible but yet my heart feels like I'm not close enough.

I push her over to one side then stand in front of her and offer her my hand. Her soft fingers gracefully play across my palm and I pull her to stand, then I lead her over to my bed. I gently have her sit, then carefully, as lovingly as I can, lay her down. The look in her eyes, lying there in my bed bare breasted, she begs for me. Then I climb between her legs and we make love, embracing, caressing, wrapped in each other's bodies. I've never had her in my bed, because I was afraid of what it may have signified, I was afraid she would have thought I wanted more than friends with benefits. But now, that's all I want: more. More of her, all of her, and everything that comes with it.

Still naked and in each other's arms, we talk all night long, about nothing and everything. I tell her how I either want to be a teacher or enlist in the Marine Corps after college, she tells me her secret obsession with comics. With a single finger tip, I gently caress her nipple, she inhales deeply and rolls over on her back, as if to tell me her body is mine. And as her nipples begin to firm, as the skin begins to tighten, I ask her, "what is your biggest fear?" Before she has a chance to answer, my mouth gorges on her tender breasts. She inhales deeply and attempts to ask, "did... did you want me to answer or... are you gonna keep doing that..."

I pull away just looking enough to reply, "Of course I want you to answer, I asked, didn't I?" Immediately my tongue returns to toy with her breasts and tease her nipples. She takes a moment to enjoy my tongue, one or two gasps followed by a moan and she finally answers, "I think my biggest fear is that I won't be remembered." With that I stop my torment of her bare skin and look up with admiring eyes, "you can put that to rest right now. I promise you, you will be remembered. There is no way that I can have this much love for you, and then one day just forget you ever existed."

She looks down at me and smiles, holds my face in her hands and pulls me up to kiss her. But the problem with being naked and passionately kissing is that it ultimately leads to passionate sex... And we make love again. I have no idea what time it is, but it's starting to get light outside. We had to have at least four or five romps of love, which means I had to have cum at least six or seven times, which means I lost count of how many times she had an orgasm.

Out of breath and covered in sweat, and each other's cum (if I had any more to give...), we finally collapse and I cover her trembling body with the same blanket that had once padded her lying on the floor as I emotionlessly fucked her for my own pleasure. But this time I covered her bare skin with my blanket, and covered her heart with my love. I was so happy in this moment, watching her drift off to sleep, I didn't want the night (now morning) to end.

With the lack of sleep finally catching up to me, I close my eyes and fall into a dreamless slumber with a faint but content grin. I don't need dreams anymore, I'm already in mine.

The sun finally shines too bright and I have no choice but to arise and wake up... But there's no one next to me, she's gone, and I'm lying as I do every morning in my bed, alone. I'm alone because we never made love five times through the night. I'm alone because I never told her how much I loved her... How much I love her.

She did come over yesterday, she was wearing a breath-takingly stunning babydoll for my birthday, I did sit her down and tell her I can't do this to her any more... But that's where my courage faded. I wasn't strong enough to tell her I wanted to stop taking advantage of her because I loved her. What meant to be a dramatic pause after I said that, she simply replied too quickly, "I understand," and everything I had prepared to say vanished from my mind.

The evening ended as it usually did, her getting dressed and leaving my apartment. But this time she left a hole from which I have never recovered.

When I heard you were getting a divorce, my heart sank, because I wanted so bad to be there for you, to comfort you. To let you know there is still a man in the world that cares for you, that's wants you to be happy, that loves you more than words can express. But I couldn't. I couldn't because I made a commitment and a vow that I will not break. Ultimately, there is another man out there who's better than me, a man who will make you laugh more than I can, someone one stronger and better looking than me. But there will never be another that loves you as unconditionally as I do. Since the day I left for Boot Camp, since the very last time I saw you, not a day - not one single day - has passed where I haven't thought about you. Everything I see reminds me of you, my chest aches just to hear your voice again, to hear your laugh. But I missed my chance, and we will never know the life we could have had... and you will forever remain, the one I let slip away.

[allenjason747]

Exploring the Maternal and Baby Products Industry: The Rise of Momcozy and the Essential Breast Milk Cooler Bag

The maternal and baby products industry has seen tremendous growth in recent years, with brands like Momcozy leading the way in innovation and quality. One of their standout products is the breast milk cooler bag, designed to make life easier for breastfeeding mothers.

Momcozy's breast milk cooler bag is not only stylish but also highly functional. It provides a safe and convenient way to store and transport breast milk, ensuring that it stays fresh and ready for feeding. With features like insulation and easy-to-carry straps, this cooler bag is perfect for moms on the go.

As more parents become aware of the importance of breastfeeding, products like the Momcozy breast milk cooler bag are becoming essential items in every new parent’s toolkit. The focus on quality and practicality makes Momcozy a brand that parents can trust.

The growth of the maternal and baby products industry reflects a positive shift towards supporting families and making parenting a more enjoyable experience. With brands like Momcozy, parents can find reliable solutions that meet their needs and enhance their parenting journey.

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A Guide On How To Handle Breast Pumping At Work For Moms

New moms have to face multiple challenges when balancing work responsibilities and the baby’s needs. While motherhood is a beautiful journey, returning to work can often make it complex for new moms, especially in the early stages. That's why at Bump2Cradle, we know how important it is for new moms to balance their work commitments with caring for their newborns. For moms who want to continue providing breast milk for their babies, pumping at work is the perfect solution.

In this guide, we’re covering all you need to know about breast pumping tips while at work, from preparation to storage, self-care, and advice from seasoned moms.

How To Prepare for Pumping at Work

Prepare To Pump at Work: Preparation is essential to making breast pumping at work go as smoothly as possible with as little stress as possible. Below are some essential tips you need to follow when planning to return to the office.

Talk To Your Employer: Let your employer know that you need to ensure breast pumping at work. Most workplaces are legally obligated to offer a private area (not a bathroom) and reasonable break time for breastfeeding moms.

Get to Know Your Pump: Make sure you’re familiar with your breast milk pump before your first day back at work. Practice putting it together and taking a part of it as well as using and cleaning it, to help you streamline the process once you're on the job.

Plan Your Pumping Schedule: Try to pump every 2-3 hours to mimic your baby’s feeding routine and establish your milk supply. For the average working mom, that means pumping twice or three times throughout a regular workday.

Pack the Essentials: Draw up a checklist of everything you’ve got to take. Potentially your breast pump and accessories like. 

Milk storage bags or bottles

A cooler bag with ice packs

A bottle of sanitizing wipes or a cleaning kit

A hands-free pumping bra

A shawl or covering for more privacy

Dress comfortably

If you pump at work, wear easy-to-button or lift clothes for more convenient breast pumping at work sessions. Nursing-friendly tops or dresses are perfect for many moms.

How To Pump Breast Milk While at Work

When you return to work with the plan to pump breast milk while at work, the only two things on your mind at that point would be consistency and comfort. Here’s how you can breastfeed in a working environment by pumping smart:

Find Your Space: Find your pump location at work. If you don’t already have one, consult with HR to make sure you have access to a private, sanitary and comfortable space.

Stick To Your Schedule: Add reminders to pump on a regular schedule. Absence from nursing sessions can lead to engorgement, pain, and decreased milk supply.

Relax And Focus on Your Baby: If you are able, looking at photos or videos of your baby may also help stimulate let-downs. Many moms also bring a piece of their baby’s clothes for that familiar smell.

Seeking Comfort While Pumping 

At first, pumping can feel weird, but choosing comfort with these breast pumping tips can make the experience smoother:

Wear A Hands-Free Bra: Wearing a hands-free bra will enable you to multitask and make pumping more efficient.

Use A Low Suction Setting: Begin the pumping process on a low suction setting and work up to a comfortable level.

Stay Hydrated: Ensure you are drinking a lot of water, as milk production requires fluid intake, so keep a bottle of water close.

Play Gentle Music: Playing mellow music or white noise helps add to a relaxing ambience.

How To Store Pumped Milk At Work — The Right Way

Learning how to properly store milk is important to keep it fresh and safe for your baby. Follow the tips given below to make sure you’re right on track with the process:

Use Clean Storage Containers: Store milk in bottles or milk storage bags made from BPA-free material. Write the date and time of pumping on each container.

Refrigerate or Use a Cooler: If there is a refrigerator, store your milk as soon as possible. Otherwise, use a cooler bag with ice packs to keep the milk at a safe temperature (below 39°F or 4°C).

Follow Storage Guidelines: Know that milk can remain fresh for around 24 hours inside a cooler. When you store milk in the fridge will last for 4 days. Make sure to freeze milk, if you don’t plan to use it within 4 days.

How To Wash Your Breast Pump At Work

Keep your pump clean between uses (expressing can be a messy affair, so cleaning is key) Here’s an efficient way to do it:

Rinse Immediately: After pumping, run warm tap water and rinse all milk-contact parts.

Use Sanitizing Wipes: After cleaning all the parts with warm water, sanitize parts thoroughly with wipes made for mom milk pumps.

Store Clean Parts Safely: Store cleaned pump parts in a clean, sealable bag or container so they’ll stay clean.

Sanitize Daily: At day’s end, sanitize all components with boiling water, a microwave steam bag or a sanitizing device.

Ways To Make Work Pumping More Comfortable

Pumping isn’t only a way to supply your baby with milk — breastfeeding in working mothers is also a time to take care of yourself. Here’s how you can make this process much easier for yourself.

Stay Nourished: Make sure to eat balanced meals and snacks regularly throughout the day to maintain energy levels and promote milk production.

Hydrate Well: You should be drinking a lot of water to stay appropriately hydrated; dehydration can cause your milk supply to decrease.

Take Short Breaks: Take mom milk pump sessions as an opportunity to relax. Listen to music, meditate or just take a few deep breaths to reset yourself.

Prioritize Comfort: If pumping is not comfortable, ensure that you have the right-size flange and/or check the suction settings on your pump.

Travelling For Work: How To Pump

Travelling for work makes breastfeeding in working mothers even more complicated, but it’s manageable with the right planning:

Plan Ahead: Look into pumping-friendly spots at your destination, like lactation rooms or private areas in airports.

Pack A Portable Pump: Opt for a small, battery-powered pump that will be easy to transport and use on the go.

Store Milk Safely: If you are travelling and need to figure out how to pack milk, bring a cooler bag with ice packs. If freezing isn’t viable, think locally: Donate expressed milk.

Stick to Your Routine: Even if it’s difficult, do your best to stick to your pumping schedule so you don’t become uncomfortable and can keep up your supply.

The Best Work Pumping Tips from Other Moms

This is where advice from experienced moms in the know can change everything. Here are some tested breast-pumping tips:

Be Kind To Yourself: Pumping at work is a steep learning curve. Be gracious with yourself and adapt your routine as necessary.

Plan For Supplies: Keep some extra pump parts and extra storage bags at work in case you forget something.

Advocate For Your Needs: If you’re continuing to struggle, don’t be afraid to advocate for yourself and communicate with your employer about what you need.

Make The Most of Downtime: Bring a book, or podcast or work with you to your pumping sessions.

Reach Out To Other Moms: Consider joining a support group or connecting with an online community of breastfeeding and working mothers to share experiences and encourage.

Final Thoughts

Making breastfeeding work for working mothers takes commitment, planning and some trial and error. While it is certainly possible to combine pumping into the reality of a busy work schedule, a bit of insight and planning is what comes into the picture.

And at Bump2Cradle we’re here to support you through it all. From helping moms select the right online breast pump to provide practical tips for storage and self-care, we are on a mission to empower moms to succeed at breastfeeding.

Just a reminder that every drop of milk you pump is an expression of your love and dedication to your child. We hope you now feel confident and prepared to tackle pumping at work with this information!

With these tips and tricks, you can set up a positive and productive pumping routine that will make things better for you and your baby. Cheering you every step of the way, Proud to be part of your journey with Bump to Cradle.

FAQs on Handling Breast Pump at Work

How do working moms pump at work?

Working moms need to discuss with their employer and find a special room where they can pump at work. Besides that, you need to wear a hands-free pumping bra, bring a portable pump and schedule reminders to keep to your schedule.

How to maintain supply pumping at work?

Pump frequently almost after every 2-3 hours. Make sure to hydrate, consume adequate nutrients, and pump with proper suction to keep your milk supply up.

How often should a mom pump at work?

Most moms pump two to three times on an 8-hour workday to match their baby’s feeding schedule.

How to make pumping at work easy?

Make sure to carry your baby’s clothes with you. Sometimes the smell of your baby also makes it easier to pump at work. Additionally, keep the suction level extremely low at the beginning then work your way up to a comfortable level.

Where to store breast milk at work?

Store in labelled storage bags or bottles in a refrigerator or cooler bag with ice packs.

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Breast Milk Cooler: A Game Changer for New Moms

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