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heytheredelulu · 7 months ago

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Unbreakable - The After Years

Follow up to Unbreakable, my Bucky Barnes x Reader fic.

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

C/W: Language, sexual references

You don’t get pregnant after that first time. You hadn’t been in your fertile window but were still disappointed with your negative test despite knowing it wouldn’t have been positive when you took it.

When your period came, Bucky brought you your favorite snacks, bought you a new fluffy blanket and a pack of ovulation tests that he gave to you with a tender kiss on the forehead.

The first time you got the smiley face on your ovulation test you nearly tackled him when he came through the door that evening, brandishing the test stick at him and peppering kisses on every bare inch of skin you could find.

He made love to you constantly, regardless of where you were in your cycle, just craving the intimacy of being raw inside you, of the feeling of his warm, thick cum spilling within you. He’d rut himself deep into you, kissing your cervix with the tip of his cock, desperate to be as far in you as he could physically be.

You knew you were pregnant before you even took the test. You’d been cooking dinner and Alpine had hopped onto the counter, craving a good ole head scratch and the idea of cat fur where you were plating your food sent you into a violent gagging fit.

You called Sarah, Sam’s sister and your best friend and she squealed so loud you nearly dropped your phone. She stayed on FaceTime with you while you anxiously took the test, not even needing to wait the full three minutes for the results because you had a blazing positive the moment your urine passed through the window. You made her promise not to speak a word of it to Sam before you had the chance to tell Bucky.

He could sense something was up the moment he got home. His enhanced senses followed your strange new scent into the living room and when his eyes met yours, he knew- he knew you were carrying his child. Tears brimmed his lower lids the second you stood up and he pulled you into a tight embrace, kissing you fiercely as he cried tears of joy.

Bucky was attentive and overly protective of you l you anyways and once you were pregnant he became over the top to say the least. He doted on you constantly, always asking, “Are you feeling okay, Angel?” “Have you eaten today?” “What can I get you?” Sam and Sarah always teased him, saying he would treat you as if you were made of glass.

He accompanied you to every appointment, his foot tapping anxiously before every ultrasound, his eyes wet with tears every time he had the opportunity to see the small little movements on the screen, every time he heard the fast paced thump thump thump of his baby’s heartbeat inside your womb.

The first time he felt her kick- his daughter- his flesh hand was resting affectionately against the swell of your abdomen, where it lay almost any chance he had. You’d been watching a movie, lounged on the couch together with Alpine curled in his lap. The tiny flutter against his palm drew a sharp gasp from his chest, his eyes wide as he whispered in a voice of disbelief, “Angel, I felt her. She’s kicking. She’s kicking, isn’t she?”

Bucky was the first to buy things for his baby girl. He constantly came home with outfits, bows and blankets, excitedly showing you what he’d picked out. Anytime a package arrive in the mail you knew it was something else he’d bought for your daughter, spending entirely too much time online shopping once he’d figured out how to navigate Amazon.

You’d painted the nursery together, laughing and teasing him once you’d finished and he began attempting to put together the crib. The instructions ended up crumpled in a ball as he wiped sweat off his forehead, motherfucking the pieces laid out on the floor in front of him. Once he’d finally conquered ‘the damn thing’ you kissed him deeply as you admired the nursery, the kiss quickly becoming gentle touches and heavy breathing until you made love on the soft carpeted floor. He took his time exploring every inch of your body, his thrusts careful, slow and sensual as if you were the most precious thing he’d ever touched.

Your water broke late in the evening, while he was drawing you a bath to soak your sore back and swollen ankles. Bucky raced around the house in a panic, passing the hospital bag several times while looking for it as you watched with an amused smirk. “Baby, take a breath.” You told him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It’s gonna be fine.”

Your labor was long and hours blurred together amidst the pain and anxiety but Bucky never left your side. He held your hand, pushed your hair off your forehead and whispered words of praise and encouragement against your ear as he kissed your temple. At one point he climbed into the bed with you, settling his powerful frame behind you as he drew you to his broad chest, holding you against him as you labored until it was time to push. Fortunately you didn’t have to push for long before the tiny cry echoed through the room, choked sobs of joy and relief bubbling up from your chest as you slumped back against your weeping husband.

Once you were comfortable, your small, perfect daughter resting against your chest, Bucky headed out into the waiting room with wet cheeks and a proud grin. “Winnifred. Winnifred Natasha Barnes.” He told Sam and Sarah as they stood up excitedly to hug him after having waited for hours for her arrival.

Winnie was a daddy’s girl and she had Bucky wrapped around her finger from the first moment he held her. She looked like you, with his blue eyes and his dark hair and you frequently argued playfully over whose nose she had. Named affectionately after his mother and your fallen friend and teammate, as she grew into her toddler years she definitely gave you both a run for your money as she perfectly emulated Natasha’s fiery personality.

Bucky couldn’t have been more wrong in his fear of being a father. He was the most attentive and loving dad you’d ever seen and you often found yourself lingering in the doorway at night, your heart swelling with love at the sight of the two of them curled up in the rocking chair after having fallen asleep mid bedtime story.

Bucky loved being a father so much that shortly after Winnie’s third birthday you were pregnant a second time. A boy, much to Bucky’s excitement. He would daydream about playing catch with him, teaching him how to fix up the motorcycle- all while he braided Winnie’s hair and chased her around the yard.

It wasn’t more than a year after Steven Samuel Barnes was born that you became pregnant for a third and final time. Your second son, Anthony ‘Tony’ James Barnes being the final and beautiful piece to complete the family you’d only ever dreamed of.

Winnie was the first to find out about who her dad used to be. She was 14 and had come home from school in tears over the cruel things a particular little shit of a classmate had told her. Before you sat her down to tell her everything, you had pulled Bucky into your bedroom, cupping his face with your hands. “Unbreakable.” You reminded him softly, until he nodded, eyes closed with a shaky breath.

It was easier to show Winnie who her dad really was. You took her to the Smithsonian, walking alongside her through the Captain America exhibit, until she stopped wide-eyed in front of the large picture of her father. The panel detailed his service in the 107th, his capture in Azzano and the heroic actions that took place during his time alongside Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos before the tragic fall in 1945 from the train in the Alps. Once she’d had the chance to absorb her dad’s incredible feats, he took her for a long walk along the shore where he told her his story, in his own words- beginning with his time under HYDRA. He told her fond memories of his years in Wakanda, mentioning how incredibly badass the Dora Milaje are and that she would love Ayo, Okye and Shuri and perhaps one day she could meet them. He explained the blip, how he’d fought alongside so many heroes in order to save the Earth from the Mad Titan Thanos and fondly recalled Steve and Tony- her smile widening into a grin as she made the connection to her younger brothers’ names. He ended his story with you- how you met, how he fell in love with you and how you saved him. He told her how you made him a better man, helped him overcome his darkness and how she, his beautiful, resilient, first born child reminds him everyday that everything he had been through was worth it when he saw her smile.

Winnie got detention the next day for foul language. The principal called home to report that when she’d been arguing with a classmate she’d said- and I quote- “My dad saved the fucking planet, Jessica. Your dad’s screwing his secretary.”

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goblin-jr · 12 days ago

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And then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you.

part 4 of 12

Synopsis: New feelings emerge the annual obx bonfire, and maybe rafe makes sense sometimes?

Pairing: unrequited JJ x Reader, Eventual Rafe x Reader

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The beach was alive with energy. Shadows danced across the sand as the bonfire crackled, its flames licking up into the night sky. Music pulsed from a speaker someone had dragged down, a beat that felt like the heartbeat of the entire crowd. It was packed, Kooks and Pogues alike coming together under the shared, unspoken Outer Banks tradition: that bonfires were for everyone. Tonight, social status was checked at the edge of the sand, and the air buzzed with freedom.

Y/N took it all in, smiling as she watched the chaos around her. To her left, Pope was pulling a face as he choked down a swig of the lukewarm beer they’d snagged from an abandoned cooler, and on her right, Kiara was doubling over in laughter as JJ finished off the remains of a sloppy keg stand, his grin as wide as it was reckless.

“Twenty seconds! That’s a record!” Kiara declared, raising her cup as JJ landed, somewhat unsteadily, on his feet. He leaned on Pope, pretending to stagger for effect.

“Twenty-five seconds if you count style points,” JJ retorted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “And that was a world-class dismount.”

“World-class dismount?” Pope scoffed, though he couldn’t hold back a grin. “That was barely even a landing.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh along, joining in with the rest of them. This was her crew—her people. Moments like this reminded her that these were more than just friends; they were family. They shared everything, from scraps to secrets, and it felt easy, right. Here, she didn’t have to be anything but herself.

The group continued to cheer JJ on, tossing him mock praises while he bowed with exaggerated flair. Then he shot a challenging look over at Pope. “Think you can beat that, Pope? Or is Mr. Honour Student scared to take on the keg?”

Pope rolled his eyes, but Y/N could see the glint of competitiveness sparking behind his usual calm. “Step aside, amateurs,” he said, striding toward the keg. “Prepare to witness a true display of keg-standing grace.”

Kiara snorted. “Yeah, you’ll need all the grace you can get to beat JJ’s ‘world-class dismount.’”

Y/N watched as Pope set himself up, bracing his hands on the keg while JJ and Kiara took hold of his legs. The group counted down as Pope lifted up, holding his own surprisingly well. JJ and Kiara kept the playful jeers coming, while Y/N joined in with cheers, laughing so hard her sides hurt. When Pope finally came down, he shook his head with mock disgust at the crowd’s over-the-top applause.

The group quickly settled into their usual rhythm, passing around drinks, teasing each other, and laughing so loudly they drew a few curious glances from the others around the bonfire. Kiara passed Y/N a drink, winking as if sharing a secret. Y/N took a sip, enjoying the taste of freedom mixed with the slight saltiness of the ocean breeze.

Then, as the night continued, something shifted. It was subtle at first, a glance, a small change in the atmosphere. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N noticed a figure entering the firelight, carrying herself with an effortless confidence. Sarah Cameron, arriving with her own Kook crowd. She seemed to glide through the sand, her friends moving aside to let her through as if they’d choreographed the whole thing.

Y/N watched her for a second, noticing how, even among the crowd, Sarah looked almost… untouchable. There was something magnetic about her, even if Y/N couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. She glanced around, curious if anyone else had noticed, and saw John B watching Sarah with a look that wasn’t just casual curiosity. For a brief moment, he locked eyes with her as she passed, the kind of look that felt more like a question than a glance.

The thing was, John B hadn’t looked away right away. And Sarah, too, held his gaze for a beat longer than necessary before giving him a small, unreadable smile and moving on.

Y/N felt a small flutter of curiosity, but she quickly brushed it aside. It was probably nothing; John B was just noticing Sarah, like everyone else was. If he was intrigued by her, that was no surprise—everyone seemed to be.

She turned her attention back to the group, pushing aside any thoughts of Sarah Cameron and the strange little moment she’d witnessed. The Pogues were deep into some new joke, Pope recounting a mishap from a surf lesson he’d tried to give a tourist last summer, everyone laughing so hard they could hardly breathe.

It was all familiar, all part of their dynamic. But as Y/N looked around at them—JJ, leaning back with a confident grin; Kiara, always quick with a witty comeback; Pope, rolling his eyes good-naturedly—she felt a faint pang of something. A sense of being surrounded yet slightly apart. They were all laughing, all connected in a way she was part of but also… maybe not entirely. It was subtle, something she couldn’t quite name, but it was there.

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The bonfire crackled on, casting warm, flickering shadows over everyone as laughter and stories echoed into the night. Y/N stretched her legs out on the soft sand, her eyes dancing over her friends as they chatted and laughed around her. The atmosphere was alive, a tangle of music, firelight, and easygoing conversations. She could almost forget the weight that had been following her around lately, the quiet sense that something was off.

JJ was in his usual element, animatedly telling a story about some wild, yet exaggerated, run-in with a tourist and a local cop. His hands flew through the air, mimicking the cop’s serious tone and his own escape from the situation. Everyone laughed, even Pope, who was the least likely to show much amusement.

“Bet you didn’t get off that easy, though!” Kiara teased, nudging JJ with her foot.

“I got off just fine, thank you,” JJ replied with a wink, his grin wide as he glanced over at the crowd. “And speaking of getting off, there’s a cute tourist over there who might need a tour guide tonight.” He gave a sly smile, turning his head toward a group of vacationers by the food table.

John B. shot JJ a mock glare from the other side of the fire, his voice loud over the chatter. “What is it with you and tourists, man? At this point, I’m just concerned for their safety.”

JJ laughed, throwing up his hands in defense. “I’m a professional. Trust me, I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“Yeah, right,” Pope chimed in, shaking his head as he passed around another beer. “JJ ‘Tour Guide’ Maybank at it again. Should we be concerned for our reputation?”

Kiara rolled her eyes but smiled. “Some things never change.”

As the teasing continued, Y/N joined in, her laughter light and genuine, but underneath it, something else simmered—a slight discomfort she couldn't quite shake. She watched JJ eye the tourist again, clearly sizing her up. It was nothing new, just JJ being... well, JJ. He’d always been carefree, always found someone to flirt with, to connect with, even if it was for one night.

But something about it hit a little harder tonight.

Pope leaned in, his voice intentionally loud, nudging Y/N’s shoulder. “Hey, when are you gonna find someone to hook up with? You’re, like, the only one here who hasn’t.”

Y/N froze for a second, then forced a laugh. “I’m just… not in the mood for that stuff,” she said, not quite convincing herself. She could feel her friends' eyes on her, even as they all laughed it off.

“Yeah, Y/N,” JJ added without missing a beat, his smile wide and easy. “What, too busy reading books to bother with that stuff?” The words were lighthearted, thrown out with a laugh, but they landed heavier than he realized.

The group chuckled, but Y/N felt a slight tension building in her chest. It was a joke, sure, but it was the second time tonight that someone had mentioned her "lack of experience." As if it defined her in their eyes.

Kiara, sensing the slight shift in Y/N’s mood, leaned over and threw an arm around her. “You know we’re just messing with you, right? You’re one of us—don’t need anyone to complete you or whatever.”

But the words felt hollow, even though Y/N knew Kiara meant well. One of us. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear. Y/N had always felt like she was one of the group—the sidekick, the buddy. But she didn't want to be just the "one of the guys" forever. She wanted to be seen differently. She wanted someone to notice her for more than her place in the group.

“Yeah, you’re our moral compass,” Pope added with a grin, raising his cup to her. “You keep us all on the straight and narrow, Y/N.”

She managed a strained smile, raising her own drink in response. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment… I think.” But the weight of their words, their easy camaraderie, left her feeling more like an outsider than ever.

But Y/N felt herself pulling further away, her smile fading just a little. The casual remark—that she was more like the friend who held everyone together, the one who didn’t need anything in return—only reinforced the space between them. She wasn’t the girl they saw in the same light as Kiara. She wasn’t the one who could be flirted with, or kissed in the heat of the moment. She was the one who watched. Who held the drinks, who laughed at the jokes.

The conversation shifted again, and Y/N, trying to mask her discomfort, found herself zoning out. She stared at the fire, the flames dancing in a rhythm that felt almost mocking in its carefree energy.

In the midst of her thoughts, she caught John B.’s gaze across the fire. He looked over at her, offering a quick smile before turning to say something to JJ. His presence—his casual nature, his place in the group—was a sharp reminder that, no matter how much time they spent together, she’d always be just a part of the background. He fit in effortlessly. He had a life outside the group, but when he was with them, he was fully there.

Y/N couldn’t help but notice how John B. had looked at Sarah when she arrived. It was subtle, but it was there. A shared glance. And maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just a casual look, but it stung all the same.

She quickly averted her eyes, trying to ignore the creeping feeling of being left behind. It wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t that she wanted to be the one to catch John B.’s attention. It was the realization that, in this group, there were parts of her that no one truly saw.

And that thought settled over her like a cold wave.

JJ’s voice broke through her thoughts, his casual tone making her even more aware of the gap she felt. “Well, Y/N’s too good for that stuff anyway. She’s more about, like, keeping her nose in a book or something. Definitely not the party girl type.”

She froze, the teasing jab landing a little too close to home. She could feel all eyes on her for a moment longer than was comfortable. Their laughter, Kiara’s reassuring arm around her shoulders, the lighthearted comments, all felt like they were circling around her, but not letting her in.

She needed air.

Standing quickly, Y/N excused herself, her voice tight. “I’ll be right back.”

She walked toward the shore, the cool night air brushing against her skin, and with every step, she felt more like a stranger to the group she had spent so many years with. She reached the water’s edge and stood there for a moment, staring out at the ocean, the rhythmic waves matching the turmoil inside her.

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The bonfire crackled in the distance, the warmth and laughter of the group growing fainter as Y/N walked along the shore. Her steps felt heavy, her thoughts swirling with the aftertaste of the evening—the teasing, the offhand comments, the feeling of not quite fitting in. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been part of their jokes before, but tonight it was different.

She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much—the jokes about her never hooking up or not being like Kiara. It was just a night, after all. But it all piled up, and now, standing by herself in the cool night air, she couldn’t escape the way she felt. Invisible.

And then she heard footsteps approaching, the familiar sound of someone walking through the sand with a confident stride.

“Where are you going, bookworm?” Rafe’s voice came from behind her, the teasing tone clear even from a distance.

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes. “Really? You too?” she muttered under her breath, bracing herself for the onslaught of sarcasm. She turned to face him, arms crossed. “I thought we had a truce, Rafe. What do you want?”

Rafe, as usual, didn’t take her irritation seriously. His lips twitched with a mischievous grin, like he always knew how to push her buttons. “Truce? What truce? Come on, you can’t seriously be sulking out here by yourself. The night’s still young, and you’re out here playing emo beachside poetry.”

Y/N scoffed, feeling an odd mix of annoyance and amusement. “Really? Emo beachside poetry? You’re such a pain in the ass.”

Rafe shrugged, unaffected. “Yeah, well, someone’s got to keep you from brooding. So, what’s the deal? You’re just gonna sit out here while the rest of the world is having fun? You’re not exactly the type to pull a disappearing act.”

She stared at him for a beat, trying to figure out why his presence suddenly felt even more annoying than usual. “I’m not brooding,” she said, but her voice didn’t carry the same confidence. “I just needed a break.”

Rafe, sensing her discomfort but not exactly understanding the full extent of it, shrugged and stepped closer. He wasn’t used to seeing her like this, not when she was usually so steady and unbothered. But he couldn’t help himself—he was always itching to push people’s buttons, especially hers.

A long silence stretched between them. Rafe, for once, wasn’t sure what to say. His usual quips felt wrong in the heavy air, and he hesitated, a rare thing for him.

Y/N broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s the comments,” she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them. “About me not hooking up with anyone… or not being like Kiara.” She shook her head, trying to make light of it. “It’s just… it’s nothing, really.”

Rafe frowned, a flicker of confusion crossing his face as he took a step closer. “What are you talking about?” His voice was quieter now, less teasing and more concerned, though he was still doing his best to hide it.

Y/N let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t know. It just… it felt like they don’t see me the way I want to be seen. Like I’m just some ‘one of the guys’ kind of thing. Like I don’t matter the same way they all do.”

Rafe paused, letting the words sink in. His gaze softened for a moment, but his usual wall of sarcasm quickly came back up. “Is that it? You’re mad because you didn’t get the hookup attention?”

Y/N glared at him, annoyance flashing in her eyes. “That’s not the point, Rafe.”

He took a deep breath, visibly trying to process her words. He wasn’t great with emotions, especially when it came to the people closest to him, but he hated seeing her upset. And he hated not knowing how to help.

“I don’t get you, Y/N,” he said after a beat. “You’ve always been with them. Hell, they act like you’re one of them, one of the crew. And now you’re telling me you’re upset ‘cause you don’t get treated like some girl?”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t respond right away. She could feel the frustration rising again, like a knot in her chest. She had tried to convince herself it didn’t matter. That she was fine with being one of the guys. But she wasn’t fine.

Rafe sighed, his voice softening just a little. “You know, I’ve never been big on feelings or whatever. But I don’t like seeing people hurt. And you... you don’t deserve to feel like that.”

Y/N blinked, surprised by his sudden shift. She hadn’t expected him to be this… serious. For a moment, she almost didn’t know what to say.

Rafe, still a little uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation, tried to make light of it. “Look, I’ve always thought of you as one of the guys. I mean, you hang with them more than anyone, right? It’s like you’re part of the crew. But… now that I’m seeing this, it’s like, huh. Maybe there’s more to you than just being the ‘bookworm’ in the back.” His tone had a subtle softness to it, like he was trying to figure out something about her—and maybe himself, too.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat. The words she had been holding in all night slipped out before she could stop them. “I—uh, I have a crush on JJ,” she confessed, her voice barely audible. “I think I always have.”

Rafe blinked, caught off guard. “Oh. Well, I can see that. JJ’s, uh... JJ. The golden boy, right?” He paused, then added, more seriously, “But JJ’s not exactly the best at noticing what’s right in front of him. So, don’t get your hopes up.”

Y/N felt her cheeks burn. She wasn’t sure why she had said it—maybe because Rafe didn’t seem to judge her like the others did, maybe because she needed to get it out. “I know. I know it’s stupid. It’s complicated.”

Rafe shifted, sitting down beside her, though his usual confidence seemed to have faded a little. “Yeah, relationships are complicated. I wouldn’t know much about them, to be honest.” He shrugged, trying to keep things light, but his tone was tinged with something more—maybe a little vulnerability that he wasn’t used to showing. “I don’t do that whole ‘feelings’ thing. And honestly, I don’t really think anyone should, if I’m being real.”

Y/N turned to look at him, surprised by the shift in his attitude. It wasn’t the usual Rafe—there was something a little more... human in his words.

“I don’t know why anyone gets into relationships, honestly,” Rafe continued, his voice more thoughtful now. “They always seem messy. I’ve seen enough of that in my family. But maybe that’s why I stay out of it. Keeps it simple.”

Y/N nodded slowly, understanding more than she let on. “Yeah. I get that.”

Rafe broke the silence with a half-smile, his usual cocky grin returning. “Look, I’m not saying I have all the answers, but you’re not just some sidekick, Y/N. You deserve more than that. Anyone who can’t see that... they’re blind.”

Y/N stared out at the ocean, the waves crashing against the shore, her thoughts swirling. She hadn’t expected this conversation with Rafe to feel like it was unearthing something real inside her, but here they were. It was the first time in a long while she felt like someone understood, even if it was Rafe—a guy who seemed to care more about being a pain in her side than anything else.

“So, what now?” she asked, her voice quieter. "Do I just keep pretending it doesn’t matter? That I’m okay with being invisible?"

Rafe shifted beside her, his presence solid and unexpected. For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of the waves and the crackling of the bonfire far in the distance.

“Maybe don’t pretend,” he said after a beat. “But don’t expect everything to change overnight, either. You can’t force people to see you differently, even if they’re close to you. If they don’t get it, that’s on them. And if they do—well, then that’s when things get messy. But I think you deserve better than being invisible.”

Y/N glanced at him, her brow furrowed. She wasn’t sure what to make of his words, but she felt like she might be seeing a different side of him for the first time. Not the brash, cocky Rafe, but the one who understood what it felt like to be lost in the crowd.

"You're kind of making sense, you know?" Y/N said, half-laughing, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Rafe gave a small shrug, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I do that sometimes."

For the first time that night, Y/N felt like she could breathe a little easier. Maybe she wasn’t completely alone in feeling invisible. But the night was far from over, and Y/N knew that her place in the group—and the way she was seen—was something she’d have to face sooner or later.

"Thanks, Rafe," she said quietly, almost as an afterthought.

He gave her a sideways glance, raising an eyebrow. "Don’t mention it, bookworm. Just don’t go getting any ideas, alright?"

Y/N chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Don’t worry. You’re the last person I’d ever have ideas about."

They both stayed quiet for a while longer, watching the waves, the firelight casting flickering shadows over the sand. It wasn’t the end of her internal battle, but for a moment, it felt like maybe she had a little more clarity. Just a little more understanding. And that was enough for now.

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Next up: morning confrontations and coffee mishaps

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A/N: never underestimate the power of a uni student during midterms. she will write multiple chapters of a fic in 24 hours

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millersgirl80 · 25 days ago

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Sarah’s teacher 18+

Pairing: Joel miller x teacher!reader

Words: 2.5k

Rating: 18+

Summary: you meet Sarah’s dad, and agree to a date

Warning: 18+, unprotected p in v (keep it wrapped people)

As the morning sun bathed the school building in a warm glow, anticipation hung in the air like the sweet scent of freshly baked cookies. Today was Parents Day, a special occasion where families gathered to celebrate their children’s achievements.

I had prepared a few surprises that I hoped would make the day memorable for my students and their families.

The classroom buzzed with excitement as the children whispered and giggled, sharing their thoughts about what their parents might say or do. Sarah, with her brown eyes and curly hair, was fidgeting at her desk. She was one of those students who always shone brightly in class but was often shy when it came to sharing her achievements with the adults in her life.

When the bell rang, signaling the start of the festivities, the classroom door swung open, and in walked Sarah’s dad, Mr. Miller. He was a tall man with a kind smile and tired eyes. White button up shirt and a red tie. As he scanned the room, he spotted Sarah, and his face lit up with pride. She beamed back, clearly relieved and happy to see him.

After a warm welcome, I invited the parents to take a seat while I began showcasing the children’s projects. Sarah’s artwork was displayed prominently on the wall, a colorful representation of her favorite memories from the year. As I spoke about the projects, I watched as Mr. Miller leaned in, listening intently. Sarah, though nervous, gradually began to relax, her smile growing wider with every compliment her father offered.

After our presentation, I proposed an idea, a little adventure together outside the classroom. I encouraged everyone to step out into the schoolyard, where we had set up various fun activities. The response was enthusiastic, and soon we were all crowded around the hand-painted signs that marked different stations: a scavenger hunt, a relay race, and even an art corner where children could make something for their parents.

As we moved outside, Sarah clutched her dad’s hand, looking up at him with an expression that mixed excitement and a hint of nervousness. I could see that she wanted to show him how much fun they could have together. Mr. Miller noticed too and knelt down to her level, whispering something that made her giggle. It warmed my heart to see such a close connection.

We made our way to the scavenger hunt station, where I explained the rules. Each child was to team up with their parent to find items that were hidden around the schoolyard. Sarah’s eyes sparkled as she scanned the area, and she tugged on her dad’s sleeve, urging him to follow her.

��Come on, Dad! We need to find the red leaf and the shiny stone!” she exclaimed, launching into the hunt with infectious enthusiasm. Mr. Miller chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment.

As they began searching, I wandered a bit closer, watching them from a distance. Sarah was in her element, running from tree to tree, her father close behind, cheering her on and playfully pretending to be exhausted. “We’ll never find that shiny stone at this rate!” he joked, and Sarah laughed, refocusing her determination.

After a flurry of excitement, I called for everyone to gather around. The parents were beaming with pride as their children presented their findings, each treasure accompanied by giggles and stories about the hunt. When Sarah brought forth a bright red leaf and a surprisingly shiny rock, I could see Mr. Miller’s tired eyes shine with pride.

“That’s my girl!” he proclaimed, lifting her up in a playful embrace. The joy radiating from both of them reminded me of the true essence of Parents Day — it was not just about showcasing academic achievements but about celebrating the bond between parents and their children.

As the day drew to a close, I watched the families pack up their things, smiles stretching from ear to ear. Mr. Miller pulled me aside for a moment, thanking me for organizing such a wonderful event. “Sarah has had a fantastic year,” he said. “I can’t thank you enough for believing in her.” “Of course Mr. Miller, Sarah is one of my brightest students. I enjoyed having her this year.” I smiled.

“Joel. Please.” He insisted. “Can I ask you out for dinner tonight?” He smiles. I stood there for a moment smiling thinking about my answer. “I’d like that.” I finally answered. “7 okay?” Joel smiles. “7, sounds great.”

Joel grabbed Sarah’s bag and headed out of the classroom. I greeted a few more students and parents, until everyone was packed up leaving. I walked around my room making sure everything was cleaned and put back in their spots before heading home to get ready.

An hour later, I found myself standing in front of my mirror, adjusting my dress nervously. The last thing I wanted to do was complicate our dynamic as teacher and parent, but there was something undeniably magnetic about him that I couldn’t ignore.

When the doorbell rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I took a deep breath and opened the door to find Joel standing there, looking handsome in a fitted jacket and a warm smile. “Wow, you look beautiful!” he said, his eyes lighting up.

“Thanks! You’re looking pretty sharp yourself,” I replied, trying to mask my flustered state. I stepped outside and felt the cool breeze against my skin as we walked to his car. “How’d you know where I live?” I chuckled. “Sarah told me. She saw you out here a couple times.” He scratched his neck nervously.

We chose a cozy Italian restaurant nestled in the heart of town, where the ambiance was filled with softly flickering candles and the aroma of garlic and fresh herbs. Over plates of pasta and glasses of red wine, exchanged a few kisses and touched here and there, our conversation flowed effortlessly. We laughed about the funny things our students did, exchanged stories about our lives, and connected over shared interests—movies, books, and Joel’s work.

Finally, as we wrapped up our meal and the server brought us dessert, a dramatic plate of chocolate lava cake, I couldn’t help but tease him. “You know, I didn’t sign up to be your date consultant for Sarah’s projects. Maybe next time, I’ll charge you for my services!”

Joel chuckled, a warm laugh that filled the space around us. “How about I trade you one lesson plan for another? I could use the insight.” I felt a spark of connection that went beyond just a simple dinner; it was clear that this could lead to something deeper.

As we walked back to Joel’s truck, our arms brushed, and a spark ignited. Joel felt his dick twitch in his pants at the simple touch, I gave him a sly smile, my lips curved in a way that made his mouth water. The ride to my apartment was a comfortable silence full of tension.

Once we arrived. Joel hurried around to my side opening the door. I walked up to the front door unlocking the door to my apartment. “Would you like to come in?” I smile stepping to the side. As Joel took in my appearance once more. I wore a tight black dress that hugged my body, accentuating my cleavage and toned legs. My hair tumbled over my shoulders, and my scent—a mix of musk and vanilla—filled his senses, Joel smiled stepping past me into the apartment.

"It's a lovely place you have here.” Joel says, turning to face me as I closed the door. Joel takes a couple steps towards me towering over me with my back barely touching the door. My eyes flickered with desire, and I bit my lip trying to think of something to say, a gesture that sent a bolt of lust straight to his groin. “Thank you Joel, can I get you anything?” I whispered, intimidated by his size. “No. I’m fine darlin” he whispered back slightly cocking his head to the side.

He stepped closer, his body responding to me like a magnet. Our lips were inches apart, and I could feel his warm breath on my skin. I rose on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was electric, our mouths opening to each other instantly, tongues tangling and dancing in a passionate embrace. Joel's hands found their way to my hips, pulling me against him as he deepened the kiss, tasting me, devouring my mouth.

He moaned into my mouth as he felt me grind my pelvis against his throbbing cock. My dress rode up, giving him access to my thighs. Joel groaned, he couldn't help but wonder how she would feel wrapped around him, her pussy tightening around his throbbing dick.

Breaking the kiss, I trailed kisses along his jawline and down his neck, my breath hot against his skin. "I want you to take me, Joel," I whispered, my voice thick with need. "I want to feel you inside me."

Joel's hands moved to the zipper of my dress, slowly pulling it down, his eyes fixed on mine. The dress slid off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me standing there in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching panties. My nipples already hard and begging for attention.

Kneeling before me, he placed soft kisses along my stomach, smirking, enjoying the way I squirmed and the little gasps that escaped my lips. His hands caressed my ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he pulled me closer to the edge of desire.

"You're so fucking sexy," he growled, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive skin. "I've wanted to taste your sweet pussy since the moment I saw you."

I whimpered as Joel hooked his fingers into the elastic of my panties, slowly peeling them away, baring me completely. The lips already glistening with anticipation. He paused for a moment, admiring the sight before him, before leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss on my inner thigh.

"Please, Joel," I begged, my hands tangling in his hair. "Eat me. Make me cum."

Joel needed no further encouragement. With a deep groan, he leaned in and flicked his tongue against my clit, circling the sensitive bud before delving into my wetness. He lapped eagerly, savoring the taste of my arousal as he slid his tongue deep inside me.

I cried out, my hips bucking as i threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him against me. Joel moaned, the vibrations sending shivers through my body as he continued to feast on my pussy, sucking and licking until I was squirming and gasping, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Oh God, I'm close," I panted, my body trembling on the edge of climax. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Joel looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Cum for me baby" he ordered, his voice hoarse.

His words sent me spiraling over the edge, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me . Joel drank in my essence, lapping at my pussy as my juices flowed, my cries of pleasure filling the apartment.

As my orgasm subsided, I gently pulled him to his feet, my eyes smoldering with desire. "Now, it's my turn to taste you," I murmured, my fingers already tugging at his belt.

Joel's heart hammered in his chest as I undressed him, my eyes flashing with anticipation as I stripped his body. His cock twitched eagerly, leaking pre-cum as I freed it from the confines of his pants. I ran my fingers along the length of his shaft, admiring the way it pulsed in my hand.

Dropping to my knees, i wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently as my tongue swirled. Joel's eyes rolled back in his head as pleasure sang through his body. My mouth was hot and wet, and I took my time, teasing him with slow licks and sucks before taking him deeper, my hand stroking the length of his shaft.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as he gently guided my head. "Take it deeper, baby. Suck my dick."

I obeyed, taking him as deep as I could, my throat contracting around him. Joel could feel his orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard. With a growl of warning, he exploded, his cum shooting down my throat as I swallowed greedily, milking him dry with my mouth.

They took a moment to recover, their breath coming in ragged gasps, before I stood, my body flushed with satisfaction. I pulled Joel towards the bedroom, my lips finding his in a passionate kiss that left both us hungry for more.

Falling onto the bed, we pulled each other close, our hands roaming eagerly as we kissed, exploring each other's mouths with a feverish desperation. I straddled Joel, guiding his hard cock to my entrance, then slowly sank down, impaling myself on his length.

We both groaned at the feeling of becoming one. After adjusting to his thickness I began to move, riding him with slow, my tits began to bounce Joel reached up to squeeze the soft flesh, pinching my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh yes, just like that," I purred, tossing my head back setting a relentless pace. "Fuck, Joel! I’m going to cum again."

Joel's hands gripped my ass, helping to guide me as I bounced on his cock, clenching around him with each thrust. The bed creaked while our moans fill the room.

Reaching between us, Joel rubbed my clit in circular motions "Come on,baby. Let go," he urged, his voice hoarse with his own need. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock with your pussy."

His words sent me over the edge, I cried out, my body shaking as I came, contracting around him in waves of pleasure.

"Turn," he groaned, pulling out of me. Flipping me on my hands and knees.

I whimpered, already sensitive from my previous orgasms, as Joel thrust his cock back into me lining his thumb up with my ass, applying a little pressure behind it. I gasp slightly jerking away. “Tell me to stop,and I will” Joel slowed his thrust down. I shake my head pushing against him more. He starts to fuck me with his thumb, as he continues to thrust into my pussy. The dual stimulation is overwhelming, and I let out a high-pitched whine. Joel grins, his other hand reaching up to pinch and roll my nipple. “You’re fucking amazing baby” he kisses my shoulders “Goddamn, I’m going to fucking cum, baby” His voice turns hoarse as he struggles to hold back. He feels me convulse around him, my high-pitched cries filling the room. It's his undoing. He lets out a feral growl and buries his face in my neck as he spills into me, his body stiffening as he unloaded deep into my pussy, his hot cum mixing with my juices.

Collapsing onto the bed, Joel rolled off me and we lay tangled together, our breath slowly returning to normal. I traced lazy patterns on Joel's chest, a satisfied smile on my face.

"That was incredible," I murmured,"I can't wait to see what else we can get up to." Joel smirks kissing my forehead.

#joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller the last of us #hbo joel miller #pedro is daddy #joel x reader #joel miller loves big girls #joel tlou #pedro x reader #joel smut #game joel miller #joel miller tlou #tlou hbo #tlou fic

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pupsmailbox · 2 months ago

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1980's ID PACK

NAMES︰ aaron. adam. adding addison. adrian. alex. alexis. ali. alyssa. amanda. amber. andie. andrea. andrews. andy. anne. annie. anthony. april. ashley. aubrey. audrey. babysitters: belinda. bill. billie. billy. blair. bobbie. bobby. bonnie. brad. brandi. brandy. bret. brett. brian. brianna. brittany. caitlin. carey. carla. carly. carol. cary. casey. charlie. chris. christie. christina. christine. christopher. cindy. clare. clarissa. claudia. cody. corey. cory. courtney. crystal. dan. dana. daniel. darrell. david. dawn. devon. drew. dustin. elliott. emily. emmett. eric. erica. erik. erika. fran. francis. frankie. georgie. gloria. greer. greg. harriet. harry. heather. hollis. holly. jackie. jamie. jason. jayme. jeffery. jennifer. jeremy. jessica. jessie. jody. joe. john.zach. jory. joseph. josh. joy. jules. justin. kelly. kevin. kim. kimberly. kit. kristen. kristy. kyle. landry. larissa. laura. lauren. lee. linden. lisa. loren. lou. lucas. lynn. mallory. maria. marie. mark. marlowe. mary matt. matthew. meaghan. megan. melanie. melissa. melody. merit. michael. michelle. mickey. mike. mikey. mindy. misty. mo. morgan. natalie. neil. nick. nicky. nicole. ollie. other ozzie. parker. patrick. paul. paula. paulie. polly. quinn. rachel. randall. randell. randy. rebecca. rees. reese. richard. rob. robbie. robert. rory. royce. ryan. sabrina. sam. sarah. scott. sean. seth. shannon. shea. shelby. skyler. stacey. stacy. stephanie. stephen. stevie. taylor. the tiffany. tim. todd. tonya. tracy. tyler. valerie. victoria. will. wyatt. xavier. zack.

PRONOUNS︰ arc/arcade. arcade/arcade. arcade/arcem. beam/beam. beep/beep. bling/bling. bo/booth. boom/box. bop/bop. bou/boutique. bright/bright. buzz/buzz. ca/car. cartoon/cartoon. cass/cassette. cassette/cassette. class/classic. color/color. cor/vette. dated/dated. dazzle/dazzle. dine/diner. disc/disc. disco/disco. elec/electric. flash/flash. gae/game. gli/glitch. glitter/glitter. glow/glow. jazz/jazz. juke/box. light/light. loud/loud. neon/neon. nostal/nostal. pac/man. par/parlor. pattern/pattern. phone/phone. pin/ball. po/pop. polybi/polybius. pop/pop. rain/rainbow. ret/retro. retro/retro. rock/roll. salon/salon. ska/skate. star/star. synth/wave. text/text. vin/vintage. vintage/vintage. vivid/vivid. walk/walkman. 🌈 . 🍭 . 👾 . 💥 . 🕹 . 🧩 .

#⭐️lists #id pack #npt #nput #name suggestions #name ideas #name list #pronoun suggestions #pronoun ideas #neopronouns #emojiself #nounself

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magicalflowerstranger · 16 days ago

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✨Outer Banks part 2 - Rafe/Sofia Spoilers ✨

I've just skipped through, mostly for Drew's part as Rafe. And I must say, when Rafe got on his knees with his mothers ring and proposed to Sofia? TEARS. ''I wanted you to have it before I left so you know we are real''. SOBBING ON THE FLOOR. All the things he said? They had my heart so fuzzy. When she tried to confess and he was all ''There's things about me that you don't know. Way worse then whatever you got to say. I guarantee it. I don't care what you did. I don't care to know. I wanna be with you. I want you to quit your job. I want you to move in with me. '' and man hands her the house keys like ''I'll be back in a few weeks. Stay at our place. I love you''.

His commitment and how he loves as a boyfriend was so touching. Wanting her to quit her job and not have to struggle being exhausted? Saying it's their home when she has not contribute at all or payed a dime? My heart. That's why it hurt so much to see. You obviously know it's not going to have a happy ending. When Rafe learns about Sofia's deal, you can see how much it breaks Rafe's heart. He finally for once in his life, had someone he trusted. I can only imagine how you would feel as a person. Having hope for once only for it to be an illusion. We all knew he was not going to take the betrayal well. He's Rafe. But ''Pack your shit and get out of my house. God after everything I've done for you? We're done. We're DONE''. Offff. I do think that they will get back together as a couple. I don't believe that they would introduce Sofia and then just have her leave. She's been a pretty significant part of his life. It will be interesting to see how it pans out next season, but I do believe him having mended his relationship with Sarah, will help - in him having some emotional stability and security

#rafe cameron #outer banks #drew starkey #outer banks spoilers #outer banks 4

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heretek-birth · 7 months ago

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Two-Stage Pregnancy (Part 3, Chapter 1)

Part 2.5 Part 3, Chapter 2 The Whole Story

"So, how in God's name am I actually meant to push this baby out?"

"Just like you said. When the time comes, you push."

It was Sarah's last checkup before her due date - or, rather, before her second due date. She looked very overdue and felt every bit of it as she chatted with Doctor Kellner, her obstetrician and mentor for her over-extended pregnancy, who also sports a sizable baby bump of her own.

"Kelly, I can feel how big this head is. There's no way I can stretch that far."

"What can I say? The human body is a remarkable thing." She puts her hand on Sarah's shoulder. "Slowly. You do it slowly. You give your body lots of time to open up, as much as you can. I know, it feels impossible at first. But you do it. One step at a time, you do it."

"You'll be there?"

"I will. I know you can do this."

Their eyes meet.

"Besides, it's not like you'll be in a hurry." She offers a grin. "You'll have at least a couple of days to get that far, after all."

"God, dayyyyysss…" It wasn't hard to spot Sarah's arousal - the reddening in her cheeks, the way she pressed her thighs together - though it's not like she tried to hide it at this point. She'd read about the process before, of course, nervous at first, and then growing more and more fascinated as the "big day" drew closer.

"Also, I do have a first name. You don't have to keep calling me 'Kelly' all the time."

"I know, but I like the pet name better. It feels… closer, somehow." Her gaze shifts downwards. "Also, it looks like you're not far off from doing some pushing yourself."

"Mm-hm, just a few more weeks now and I'll be ready to bring this one's head down." Kellner's face falls for a moment, as she turns away from the other woman in her office. "Actually, I'm-" Her voice catches in her throat. "That's-" She stops again.

"What's wrong? Has something happened?"

Before she can answer, the two of them are interrupted by a buzzing at Kellner's waist. "Shoot, that's my pager, we're out of time." Doctor Kellner looks apologetic as the interruption brings her back to a more professional demeanor; her attempt at a smile doesn't quite drive the hint of sorrow from her features. "You should be good to go for next week, we can talk about me later."

Sarah gives her a concerned look.

"We will talk about me later, okay? Just, not right now." She shakes her head. "That can wait a little while, at least. You're on a tighter schedule than I am." At this she does manage to smile.

Sarah allows herself to be ushered out the door, feeling one worry diminish as another starts to grow.

Sarah's second due date comes a week later. Contractions wake her up just a little before her alarm - she'd skipped her medication the day before, and she can feel it starting to have an effect. There's no urgency yet - they eat breakfast, take a shower, pack their bags, all while Sarah feels the cramps slowly building, feels pressure slowly growing, feels the head starting to press down just a little.

"Mmmmm- There we go-" Sarah keeps a hand pressed between her legs, almost luxuriating in the feeling of her baby's head inside her. "Are we ready to head out?"

"Should be, yeah."

Sarah starts the drive to the hospital prepared and confident, but her courage starts to wane as the long trip drags on.

"Nnnnnh- It's-" Sarah grips the door handle tight as she feels the pressure inside her suddenly spike.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just- Haaaah- We might've left this a little too long." She takes a deep breath, doing her best to control her breathing. "I'll be alright, but there's a lot of pressure now."

Sarah pants with each contraction, struggling to just relax, to sit back and let that pressure come as each wave is just a little bit worse than the last. She feels her stomach gripping harder and harder, feels her body's urge growing more and more insistent, feels her baby's head between her legs, ready and eager to be born. She waits, panting and breathing and pressing her legs together as the miles pass by, as her labor builds and builds. Things don't get any better when she finally gets to the hospital. The staff there don't quite seem to understand her urgency (What's the rush? This was scheduled months in advance, wasn't it?). She does her best to hold on while filling out paperwork, sitting in the waiting room, going through the usual medical tests, being sternly warned not to push yet (as though she needed to be told) - it goes on and on, endless delays while she listens to nurses explain things she already knows, groaning inwardly as she wants to do nothing more than spread her legs wide and push. Finally, she manages to get to a hospital room, and she hardly has time to change into a gown before Doctor Kellner gets there as well.

"Ohhhh- Thank God you're here, Kelly. I feel like I'll go insane if I have to hold back much longer."

"Ha, it's good to see you too." Kellner returns a smile as she pulls on a pair of gloves. "You've been having contractions for a while, right? And, you're having a lot of pressure now?"

Sarah nods. "Since early this morning. And, yeah, it's pretty bad."

"I think I can guess what the answer is going to be, but I still have to ask. Do you want an epidural for this?"

Sarah can't stop a grin from creeping onto her face as she responds. "No. C'mon, Kelly, you know me better than that."

"Yeah, I figured. Hospital requirement, though. Thankfully, they made sure to soundproof the rooms here in the maternity ward."

Sarah's grin fades as she feels another cramp start to build. "Hooooooo- Lots of pressure now."

"Alright. Go ahead and get up on the bed for me."

Sarah spreads her legs wide as she feels the contraction grow.

"Are you ready to start pushing?" Despite herself, Kellner can't look away from the sight between Sarah's legs. The contraction is making the head start to bulge outwards, and she can see just the barest sliver of dark hair peeking out from her lower lips.

"Don't you- Haaaa- Don't you need to check me first, or something like that?"

"I mean, it's not like you need to dilate." Kellner trails a gloved hand along Sarah's inner thigh for a moment before gently pressing it against her labia. "Really, you'd have been fine to start pushing for a while now, but we try to be careful about these things." Kellner spreads Sarah's lips with her fingers, noticing the strings of wetness clinging to the inside. She probes two fingers into her, feeling for the position of the head as she sweeps them around inside. "Yeah, head's straight OA. Fully flexed, no rotation, no asyncliticism. Lined up ready and waiting for you to push." She keeps her fingers inside, watching with intent as Sarah's clit starts to stiffen, as her skin flushes under the questing, eager touch. "Of course, we already knew that. You just wanted to feel my fingers again, didn't you?"

"Maaaaaaybe I got a little too used to this during all those exams."

"Maybe I got a little too used to you during all those exams. Because I can-"

Sarah gasps as she feels Kellner's fingers shift inside her, feels them move just right, feels her press there more and more, feels- "Wait- Hold on just a sec- Please?" Sarah takes a moment to pull her husband's head down close to her. "You're sure you're okay with all this? With me and…" She trails off.

"'Course I am. We talked about this, didn't we?"

"I know, but-"

"It's okay. You don't need to worry. I'm not the jealous type, I promise." He pulls away just a little, and the way he grins reminds her why she married him in the first place. "Besides, this is super hot. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Good." Sarah lays her head back in relief for a moment. "We're good."

"Alright." Kellner's fingers press gently. "And you're sure you're okay too? With us taking control like this? It's not exactly the usual medical procedure-"

"Mm-hm, yeah, I'm fine-"

"I don't want to project, is all. I know this makes me want to be tied up and teased and stretched and forced to-"

"Kelly!" Sarah snaps the doctor out of her reverie. "I know. I'm the same way. I want this too." Her voice softens a little. "I appreciate you're worried, but if you don't touch me right now I'm going to crawl out of this bed and break your fucking- Nnnnnh- Aaaaaah-" She feels her resistance dissolve at the firm, insistent pressure of the fingers inside her, all too skilled for a medical professional.

"That's it, just let it feel good." Kellner slows her movements as she hears Sarah's breathing start to shift. "The next contraction should be coming soon. When it does, I want you to hold back for me. Let it build, okay? We'll make sure you're in full-blown labor, among other reasons."

Sarah agrees with a bit of a laugh.

"Good, good. Do you want the stirrups for this?"

She nods.

It takes a moment before Dave understands Kellner's insistent look, and moves to help assist her. "Down there- Yeah, there's a latch- And the other one- There you go-" Kellner helps Sarah lift her legs into place while Dave returns to supporting her from behind. "Feel that pressure? Alright, pant for me now, just like you've practiced."

Sarah's breathing quickens more and more as she feels her belly harden, doing her best to hold back the growing fullness between her legs. "Hooooo- Hoooooo- HoooOH FUCK-"

"Shhhhhh, babe." She hears Dave's voice behind her. "Just breathe. Just breathe for me. Here, squeeze my hand if you have to." She holds his hand with a white-knuckled grip, panting frantically as she tries not to bear down. "There you go, you're doing good."

"Okay- Okay- Haaaaaa-" She does her best to focus on her breathing, focus on the fingers pressing inside her, focus on anything other than her body's more and more insistent demand to bear down right now, to force her baby out come hell or high water. Bearing down. Pushing. Hard. Yeah, that sounds good right about now. She should-

"Sarah!" Kellner's voice jolts her back to awareness. "Pant for me, girl! Pant for me!" Right, that. Sarah feels her breathing again, quick and shallow, feels Kelly pressing inside her, feels herself shudder as a thumb brushes against her clit.

"Oh God- Oh my God- Okay-" Sarah's breathing steadies as she rides out the pressure, rides out the insistent fullness deep in her hips, as she lays back and breathes and welcomes Kelly's touch inside her until the contraction tapers off.

"Good, good, that was good." She hears the voice from between her legs as the hand gripping hers momentarily tightens. "I know this is hard, but you're getting good practice letting the head come on its own. This is a slow process, we need to make sure you don't push too fast and hurt yourself."

Sarah takes deep breaths to recover between the contractions.

"There's a lot of back and forth with this, letting the head come forward to stretch you for a while, then pushing it back to give your tissues a little bit of a break."

Sarah groans softly as she feels Kellner pressing against her most sensitive spots.

"We'd be doing a lot of this even if we weren't… you know�� doing it like this. It's not just random, I promise."

"Okay." Sarah's head hangs forwards. "I trust you." She catches her breath for a moment. "But-" She gasps as she feels more teasing pressure on her clit. "But this isn't enough. I can't cum like this-"

"I know." Kellner's face is stern, but not cruel. "Just relax for me, okay?" Sarah feels Dave's hand tighten around hers at the same time. Did the two of them talk about this earlier? Did they plan something she isn't-

"Okay, more pressure, just like before." Sarah's thoughts are interrupted by more tightness in her belly. "Keep breathing for me, focus on my fingers and let it all come, alright?" Sarah nods again as she starts to pant, to relax, the familiar routine to tell her body to let her baby stay inside just a little longer.

"There you go, babe." Dave whispers from behind her. "You're doing amazing. You're so beautiful like this."

"It feels like a bowling ball inside me-" She grips his hand tight as the pressure builds and builds, feeling the huge, oversized head starting to press ever so slightly outwards. "Fuck! It's too big!"

"You're okay. Let all that pressure come, let that head fill you all the way." Kellner curls her fingers in just the right way, taking Sarah to the edge of orgasm and leaving her there, her lips flushed with need and dripping with arousal even as she breathes her way through her ever-more-intense labor. "You're doing so, so good for the both of us."

"Fuck- Kelly- Please- I need-" She can't decide. 'I need to push', 'I need to cum', 'I need to stop', 'I need more', and 'I need this baby to split me open right fucking now' all float through her mind, but her breath stalls before she can pick between them. In the end, all she can do is keep breathing, quick and shallow and steady, keep holding back as she feels the pressure fade.

"I know it's hard. I'm sorry." Kellner's voice pierces through the haze as Sarah rests. "It won't be like this all the time." She manages to raise her head up in interest at that phrase. "We can stall your labor while you sleep, at least. Let you get some rest during the night."

Sarah's head falls back to the bed. That's a few hours away, at least.

"Alright. You've got this." Sarah feels her husband's hot breath on her neck as she watches her belly harden again. "Just keep breathing for me. I know you can do this."

Sarah does her best to pant through the pressure as it builds, and builds, and builds some more. "Kelly, please-" She struggles to pant as she squirms in the stirrups. "Please- Inside me- Press more-" She does everything she can to think about the hand curling inside of her, rubbing against her, rather than- "Oh fuck- Please- I can't-"

"Yes you can. You will." Kellner curls her hand some more, puts more friction on Sarah's clit to give her something else to focus on. "Let it come. Don't fight it, you're doing so good."

She grits her teeth, panting with all her might to try to keep the head in just a little longer.

"There you go, let the head come just like that, let it stretch you just a little more while we wait."

"No- No- No- Please-" She moans, she gasps, her legs shake as she grips the bed with white-knuckled intensity, but, somehow, she holds on to the end.

"There you go." She feels Dave's soft touch as the contraction subsides. "That was perfect. You did so good with that. I'm so proud of you."

Doctor Kellner glances at a monitor to her side. "Yeah, you're definitely in labor." She looks perversely excited, which she almost manages to disguise. "You've definitely been in labor for a while now, too."

"Does that- Can I push now?"

Kellner shakes her head in feigned regret. "No, not yet. Sarah, I'm sorry, but I think it'd be better if we hold off for a little while longer."

"No- But-"

"I know, it's hard. But this is a big baby you've got, even for this program, and you were pretty tight down here to start with. The more 'warmup' time we can give you, the better."

She feels a firm hand on her shoulder, pressing her down into the bed. "You'll be okay. We're here for you, I promise. We've got you. I've got you."

Sarah can't help but shiver a little at his touch, his voice. "You're so beautiful like this, while you're struggling so much." He locks eyes with her even while he presses her down to the bed. "Can you hold back a little more? For me?"

She can't stop herself. She can't help it. She feels her head dip down. Then lift up again. She's nodding. Somehow, she's agreeing to this. Why is she-

"Good girl. Gooood girl." He puts a kiss to her forehead. "I love you so much."

Oh, yeah. That's why. She almost doesn't notice as her breath starts to quicken again.

"Here you go, that's it." He watches her belly harden more and more. "Can you feel that pressure?"

Sarah grips his hand as she starts to pant.

"Can you feel those fingers pressed inside you?"

She does her best to hold on tight before Kellner's movements make her twitch a little.

"Can you feel that huge head filling you up so much inside?"

She rolls her head to the side as she struggles.

"And, can you feel how much that head wants to be out of you? How much your body is just begging you to bear down as hard as you can?"

All she can do is keep panting again and again, struggling at her limit to focus on her breathing, on Kelly's fingers inside of her, on anything other than how much she wants to push with all her might and scream this head out of her. It feels like a minor miracle that she's able to hold back, gritting her teeth and clinging to the bed for dear life until she feels the tight grip on her midsection start to release.

"You're- Evil-" Sarah struggles to catch her breath as she glares up at her husband. "And you-" She fixes her gaze between her legs. "Aren't helping either."

"Sorry, sorry." Dave gives her a placating look as she recovers. "I won't be mean like that anymore. Besides, it's really supposed to be Kellner's show until she has to leave."

"Mm-hm. And I'll help you hold back until I'm- I mean, until you're ready to push."

"Here, I can help you with that." Dave helps untie Sarah's hospital gown, at this point already starting to soak through with sweat as she leans forward. She lays back on the bed, now totally undressed as her over-filled breasts heave with each breath.

"Okay, okay." Sarah settles herself back on the bed. "More pressure. I can do this. Just pant through it. Just pant through it."

She squirms on the bed when the pressure builds again, panting and struggling her way through the contraction, fighting hard to deny her body's desperate urge to give birth. They keep her like that through the next contraction, and the next, until she starts to lose count as she's teased and praised and denied while the head of her baby sits just behind her lips, demanding again and again to come into the world. She holds back as long as she can, while Kellner's all-too-skilled fingers and tongue touch all the right places in all the wrong ways, while her husband's steady embrace from behind gives her the strength to go on. They keep her panting through contraction after contraction until she's left wide-eyed and desperate, moaning and squirming under their combined touch.

"Alright, I think you've had enough for now." Kellner gives Sarah a sympathetic look. Not that it hasn't been a pure joy to watch her struggling so much, but everyone has their limit and it looks like Sarah is starting to reach hers. "You've done so good holding back for us, that was perfect. We can start to work on getting the head out now."

A look of absolute relief spreads across Sarah's face.

"You can start pushing with the next contraction, okay?" Kellner pulls out her fingers - now dripping with wetness - and poises her hands on Sarah's lips, bulging hugely with the head inside, flushed and glistening with moisture, parted just enough to show off a fat teardrop of dark hair with her stiff, ready clit peeking out the top.

"Wait-" It takes Sarah a moment to realize the omission. "You didn't- You haven't- I didn't get to cum…"

"No, Sarah, not yet. I need you to do some pushing for me first. I'll keep my hands down here just in case, but I want every bit of that work to go into helping you stretch down here, okay? Give me long, hard pushes, to really get this head moving."

"There's- There's another one coming."

"Alright. You'll be okay, we're both here with you." Doctor Kellner turns to Dave. "Can you help me adjust these stirrups? That's it, like that- Wider- Even wider- Keep going-" She watches Sarah carefully, until a wince starts to cross her face. "Come on- Liiiiittle more- There we go."

"Here, give me your hands." Dave settles himself back behind Sarah, holding her arms tight behind her as her breathing starts to deepen.

"Oh fuck- Okay- Oh fuck- Here it comes-"

"Perfect, let it all come. Put it all right down here, right where you can feel my fingers. All of it, I need you to give me the hardest push you can. It's going to burn so bad, but I know you're strong, I know you can do this for me. Take all that pressure and give me a hard, hard push."

"Nnnnnn- Fuck- Rrrrrrr-" Sarah curls forward and bears down, and Kellner watches the dark slit between her legs start to slowly spread wider.

"Good, good, come on-"

"Nnnnnng- GhhhhhHAAAAAA-"

"And breathe, come on, breathe for me-"

"Oh God- It burns- Oh God-"

"And push again, right down here-"

"HAAAAAAAAA- AAAAAAAAH- FUCK-"

"All the way, come on, all the way to the end-"

"Nnnnnnnnha- Haaaaaa-"

"There you go, that's it, go ahead and rest now."

Sarah gasps for air as she falls back onto the bed, trembling just a little as she feels the head start to ease back inside her. "Oh fuck…" Sarah reaches a trembling hand down between her legs. "Fuck, that's huge-" She probes at the bulge between her legs. "Did the head even move?" She lets out a sigh as her fingers start to graze across her clit.

"Mm-hm. I saw it." Kellner gently moves Sarah's hand back to her thigh. "It's just a big head, that's all." She puts a finger of her own to Sarah's clit, thrilling at the sight of her quiet frustration. "I know it's hard, but you need to really stretch right now." Her finger rubs a gentle circle on her clit just once, drawing out a soft moan of pleasure, then a softer whine of need.

"Kelly- Please-" Sarah's clit is stiff and eager under the sparing, teasing touch. "I need more-" Sarah can feel her need building and building, even more so now as she feels the head starting to stretch her.

"Give me some hard pushes first, Sarah. You can feel the next one coming, right? Good. Push right into here for me again- That's it, perrrrrfect-"

Sarah pulls her chin to her chest and bears down again, gripping tightly to her husband's hand as she feels her opening start to burn even more. "Nnnnnnnnn- Nnnnnnng-"

"There you go, come on, show me that head-" Kellner spreads her labia gently with her fingers as she bears down. "Push hard for me."

"Nnnnnn- Aaaaaaah- Fuck, it burns!"

"I know, you're okay, you're stretching so good. Push one more time for me now."

"HNNNN- NNNG- GHHHH-"

"Perfect, open niiiice and wide- Little more, come on-"

"GAAAAAH- HAAAAAA-"

"That's it, good, you can rest now."

Sarah falls back against her husband, gasping for air as she lays against his chest. She can feel a dark oval of hair peeking out between her lips, the fierce burn slowly fading as her tight opening starts to pull the head back inside her.

"That's it! You're doing it! That's your baby coming down!" Kellner can't keep the excitement out of her voice as she guides Sarah's hand down to feel.

"Haaaah- God, that's big-"

"Mmm-hm. You're opening up so good though, don't worry." Kellner presses again on Sarah's clit, drawing out another moan. Sarah squirms as she bears down again, but Kellner doesn't pull back, pressing, stroking with her fingers as Sarah twitches beneath her. The head grinds its way forward, parting Sarah's lips, making her burn just a little bit more with each passing moment.

"Kelly- Nnnnh- I can't-" Sarah gasps at the intense sensation, dragging her right to the edge before she feels Kellner finally relent. "I was so close-"

"I know. That'll be soon. Push hard with this next one okay? Really show me that head."

Sarah nods, mustering as much confidence as she can as she feels her belly hardening again. She feels Kellner's fingers tracing almost reverently along her lips before she tucks in her chin and bears down hard, pushing as much as she can as she feels her body urging her on, stretching more and more as that huge, hard bulge comes forward between her legs.

"That's it, perfect! Spread those lips for me!"

She bears down again, feeling herself burn more and more as she struggles with the huge size of her baby. Kellner's fingers trace along her lips as she watches the head move forward bit by bit, fighting for every inch of progress as she feels her tight opening spreading wider and wider.

"Good, good. Stretch for me, Sarah, stretch niiiice and wide, there you go."

It feels unstoppable, inexorable, as the hard, bulging dome forces its way downward between her legs, the burn growing fiercer and fiercer even as she can't help but add fuel to the fire, can't help herself from bearing down hard, her legs starting to shake as each moment of effort makes her struggle just that much worse. "Kelly- It's too much- I can't-"

She's cut off by another moan as she feels Kellner's pressure on her clit. "Shhhhhh. Yes you can. Yes you can. Push one more time for me, okay? One more hard push, that's all."

She couldn't hold back even if she wanted to as she drives the head forward again, as she feels herself stretch farther and farther, as she grabs onto her husband for support, as she grits her teeth and bears down with everything she has, as she cries out in pain feeling her baby force her open even more. She can feel Kellner's fingers pressing right where she's most sensitive, bringing her closer, closer, even as she struggles to hold it together feeling the fire between her legs.

I know, I know. I need more, Sarah, I need even more of that burn from you. With this next one, I need you to put your chin to your chest and push with everything you have, okay?

Sarah can't help it, she can feel Kellner's merciless touch, feel the steady, expert friction on her clit, dragging right to the edge and pausing to hold her there as she gives in to her body, as she pulls back her legs and shakes and screams and forces her lips to spread wider and wider, stretching open unbearably far for her baby. She cries out again, at the huge size of the thing she's struggling to push out, that she's spent the last year growing inside her, bigger and bigger, to the razor's edge of what she can fit through her body. She lays back in utter surrender to the fire between her legs, to the terrible pressure deep in her hips, to her body's endless need to push and push- she throws her head back and cries out again as Kellner finally lets her tip over the edge, as she forces her baby down with all her might, as she gives everything she has to feel even more of that stretch before her orgasm ends, as she holds on to her husband for dear life, shuddering and pushing and gasping her way through the last of her contraction.

"There you go. I've got you." Dave holds her from behind as she recovers her breath, pressing her head back against his chest as she comes down from pleasure and pain. "You're okay. You did so good there."

Kellner sits with them a moment, just being there in case Sarah needs her. She watches as her breathing stills, as Dave slowly coaxes her head out from the cradle of his arms. However, much as she'd love to stay like this forever, there are still other patients at this hospital. "Will you two be okay to take care of things yourselves for a while?"

Dave confirms he does, and Sarah gives a thumbs-up with an arm that wavers only a little.

"Alright, I should be able to check on you again in a couple of hours." She glances backward as she makes her way out of the room. "I know I'll be looking forward to it."

Later that morning:

"That's it, come on, push for me."

Sarah hauls back her legs and bears down, red-faced and grunting with the effort as she feels her lips start to burn again, as she feels the head come forward once more. She holds the push as she feels herself spreading apart, a dark oval of hair growing slowly wider and wider, stretching her opening more and more until she feels the head press up against a hard barrier between her legs.

"You're okay, I've got it. Just push."

Sarah gasps for breath before pulling her legs back again, putting just as much into this effort as the last as she feels the head press against the unyielding obstacle of her husband's hands. The head doesn't move even at the peak of her exertion, while she grits her teeth and curls around her belly, giving in fully to the unbearable pressure between her hips. The huge mass of her baby stays stuck firmly in place, but she's long past caring at this point.

"That was so good." Dave watches the head slowly start to recede as Sarah lets herself fall back onto the bed. "You're doing so good. Do you want to slow this down some?"

"No, I just- I need to push right now. Hard."

"Alright, then. Push all you need to, I'll be here." He starts to massage her lips gently with his fingers, and a satisfied smile starts to spread across her face.

"Ohhhhhh, thank youuuu…" Sarah starts to relax back against the pillows. "That's- Yesssssss, right theeeeeeere-" She throws her head back as his fingers drift towards her clit, rubbing slowly to "help her relax" even more. She closes her eyes and breathes deep, letting herself float for just a moment, until-

"Next one?" Dave watches her face start to shift.

"Mm-hm." Sarah grips behind her knees. "Can you get ready?" She feels his hands cup over her opening. "Okay- Nnnn- Gaaaaah- FUCK-" Sarah feels the pressure build and build, feels the huge mass inside sliding down just a little, tucks in her chin to bear down once again.

"Perfect, perfect. Pushing so hard for me."

The burn between her legs grows quickly, as the head forces her lips wider and wider, stretches her more and more before Dave presses his hands to hold it there. She feels a thrill inside her as she feels the head stopped in its tracks- something inside her wants her to bear down even more as she knows the head won't move.

"Good, come on, that's so good. Let it all out for me."

Sarah pushes again, with everything she can give. She feels the head sitting between her legs, feels the unbearable, unimaginable fullness that only a three-months-overdue child can bring. She pulls her legs wide and pushes and pushes, shoving every bit of that fullness down and out against his hands, struggling again and again to try to bring her child into the world against the unyielding barrier keeping it inside her. She keeps up the futile effort until the contraction ends, gasping for breath as she lets her legs fall back down.

"That was just perfect, you did so good there." His fingers find her clit again, as she lays back to rest.

"Mmmmm- Keep doing that- Please."

He keeps up the pressure as he watches the head slowly recede. "Did I ever tell you how much I love watching you push?"

"You have. Multiple times." Still, her mouth twitches into a smile.

"Well, I'm going to tell you again anyways." He steps up the pressure on her clit, and hears Sarah let out a small gasp. "I just can't get enough of it. Seeing how hard you're working. Especially when we're holding the head in like this." He can't help but grin at that.

"I knowwwww- Nnnh-" Her breathing starts to shift as she feels pleasure building in her core. "Why do you think I've been pushing so hard?"

"Are you close?"

"I'll have to push first."

"Alright." His fingers still yet again, and Sarah stops herself from letting out a quiet whine of disappointment. "Push hard for me. Show me how much you want this head to come."

Sarah pulls back her legs, breathing deep and preparing to-

"And don't worry. I'll help you feel good too."

"Oh FUCK-" Sarah cries out as she feels his lips close over her clit. "Okay- Nnnh- FUCK- Just- PUSH-" Sarah writhes slightly in the bed as she feels the burn between her legs, feels her baby stretch her lips, feels herself getting closer and closer, making every other sensation just that much more intense. "Oh, God- I can't-" She has to. She can. She pushes again, feeling his tongue grinding against her clit, shoving her baby down against his hands over her entrance. She's so close, bearing down with everything she has, when she feels the head shift just a little. When she feels herself slowly, so slowly being forced open even more, when she feels the burning, stretching between her legs spike to a fresh, urgent intensity. The new, bright pain tips her over the edge, makes her cum, hard and sudden, severs her last vestiges of control as she gives in more than she thought possible, bearing down with wild, uncontrolled, furious effort. She screams again and again as she calls on every fiber of her being to struggle and fight and push to try to force her child out into the world. Her legs shake and her vision narrows, her thoughts recede to pressure, stretching, pushing again and again as she feels the head stonewalled against her husband's hands, feels his gentle tongue still lapping at her clit. She keeps up her titanic, desperate effort until the last traces of her contraction fade. For all of her struggle, though, she feels the head start to recede once again when she finally lays back on the bed.

Sarah feels a presence detach itself from the foot of the bed and press itself to her side. She feels a hand entwine in hers, feels her head tucked underneath a chin, pressed against a warm chest. "You okay?" The voice rumbles in her ears.

She takes a few deep breaths before answering. "Mm-hm." She tries to look upward for a moment before tucking her head back where it feels warm and safe.

"Good. Good. You did so good there, that was amazing."

After a little bit, Sarah regains some awareness. "You let the head out more? When I was pushing?"

"Yeah." The voice sounds a little sheepish.

"I thought Kelly said not to do that."

"Yeah. It was only a little, though. And, she also said to have fun with this, didn't she? I figured that took precedence."

"God. You-" She tries to throw a weak punch with her free arm, but it doesn't connect.

"We did talk about all this, don't worry. You'll be okay. I promise."

"Okay."

The two of them hold each other close, the silence lasting until the cramping in her belly reminds Sarah that she's still in labor. "I think- I think I'll take this slow for a while now."

"Alright, just do what you need to." He moves back to the end of the bed. "I'll be right here with you."

#birth kink #birth denial #fpreg #my own writing #two stage pregnancy

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only if for a night. | joel miller

Abstract: “It’s midnight,” you whispered, lips tingling with the aftermath of his hungry kisses. He looked down at his wrist, where a watch would be but the skin sat empty, and then turned his head slightly to look at your watch. His mouth was bruised as he licked his lips, a light furrow crossing his brow as if he could not believe the audacity of time to interrupt him. You leaned in - the distance was not really distance, his frame still caging you against the counter - and pressed a quick, almost ridiculously chaste kiss to his cheek. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

Words: 5.7K

Content: f!reader; pre-outbreak + post-outbreak, show timeline but references to the game, a lot of kissing, suggestive language but nothing explicit, mentions of child death, mentions of death in general, reader has a broken leg, guilt, angst, a little bit of hurt/comfort, some fluff, joel gets Clingy

A/N: who’s surprised? not me. the original idea was longer but i ended up trying to compress everything in a single one-shot because i have no chill.

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September 25, 2003.

Joel’s hand was warm against the small of your back, soothing and electrifying at the same time as he led you from the living room to the kitchen, one last glance over his shoulder in Sarah’s direction.

The girl had fallen asleep on the couch next to him, the movie’s volume getting lower and lower as the night went by, forgotten by all three of you in favor of each other. Sarah kept asking you questions about your job, about your life, poking fun at her father every now and then, and in return he would good-heartedly scold her for being too nosy, tethering the annoying, to which the girl would pout but immediately return her attention to you instead.

You were just glad she’d liked you. Things with Joel hadn’t been going on for long - you’d known about Sarah right away: she was his favorite subject of conversation, his whole face brightening when he mentioned his daughter, and you’d understood it was also his reason for certain boundaries of his - your house, not his; not staying the night; taking things slow.

And then he’d asked you over for dinner, and the girl had told you right away she’d already known of your existence because her father was so gone. Plus Tommy had ratted him out for the one time you’d brought Joel lunch at work - a casual thing, really: he’d mentioned forgetting to pack it for himself during a call and you were gonna pass that way anyways.

“Can’t believe how much that kid manages to humble me,” he muttered, turning his head to look at you. Laughing softly, you drew closer to wrap your arm around his middle, creating a temporary odd tangle of arms before he turned to face you. “You sure you can’t spend the night?” he asked then softly, hands coming up to cradle your face.

Joel’s hands were rough and calloused from his work, but warm and gentle as he touched you. He cupped your jaw, fingers spanning down your neck except for his thumbs, tenderly brushing at your cheeks as you leaned into him. It had been fleeting touches all night, both out of respect and nerves - a quick peck at the door, hands brushing when walking past the other as you got ready for dinner, knees bumping underneath the table, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the couch as the movie played and Sarah talked.

“Got an early morning,” you shook your head slowly, movements limited by his insistent touches as he leaned closer or pulled you to him. “I need to go to the hospital for a check-up.”

He groaned softly as you wrapped your arms fully around him - there was no space left between the two of you, his shirt wrinkling against your chest and uncovering a sliver of his skin while the buckle of his belt pressed into the lower part of your stomach. You craned your neck a little to kiss the noise away from his lips.

Joel sighed, chasing your mouth with his - he glanced once more towards the living room from above your shoulder before letting his eyes flutter shut. He dropped one hand to your side, thumbing the hem of your shirt and lifting it slightly, enough so he could slide his hand underneath and caress your bare skin.

Melting against him, you felt your lips part at the mere brush of his tongue across them, fingertips tracing mindless patterns against his back from above his shirt as he moved slowly, turning you both around and backing you further into the room, back and back and back until you were pressed against the kitchen counter, leaning slightly backwards under his weight as he crowded you. In the meantime, with the hand still cupping your jaw, he caressed your neck with his small and ring finger, right over your pulse point.

“Joel Miller,” you reprimanded in a breathless whisper after pulling back, his name slightly muffled by his mouth searching yours right away, making you lean back towards the counter, one elbow resting against the marble surface as you looked up. “Are you trying to get in my pants?”

He grinned, the hand underneath your shirt rising a little in a slow caress. “Is it working?” he wondered quietly, dipping his head again for another kiss. You turned your head, his lips landing on your jaw instead as you scoffed.

“Not with your teenage daughter in the other room, it isn’t,” you warned, another groan leaving him in protest as he trailed his lips down, jaw to neck to a small spot behind your ear he’d found one afternoon by mistake that had you close your eyes with a deep inhale, legs threatening to give out underneath you. “I really like her, Joel, and I really, really really want her to like me and this,” you tapped his back, moving up his spine, “is not the way.”

“She does like you,” he hummed, still nuzzling your neck. “She might even like you more than she does me,” you snorted, detangling your arms from him to wrap them around his shoulders, head tilted to the side - you exposed even more skin to him, and he pressed himself closer.

For a moment longer, you just let him have his way with you. It was easy to succumb to the bliss of his touch, of his lips tracing patterns on your skin back up towards your mouth, to linger in his kiss that went on and on and on until you swore your head was spinning and you were fifteen years younger, teenagers stealing kisses when nobody’s watching. And then you stole a glance towards your watch, wrist resting over his shoulder, and Joel exhaled as you broke the kiss again.

“It’s midnight,” you whispered, lips tingling with the aftermath of his hungry kisses. He looked down at his wrist, where a watch would be but the skin sat empty, and then turned his head slightly to look at your watch. His mouth was bruised as he licked his lips, a light furrow crossing his brow as if he could not believe the audacity of time to interrupt him. You leaned in - the distance was not really distance, his frame still caging you against the counter - and pressed a quick, almost ridiculously chaste kiss to his cheek. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“You kept me up this late on a Thursday night,” he turned to look at you again, both his hands now resting on your sides - one still underneath your shirt that rode up your back, leaving the cold marble to cool your skin down. “Wretched woman,” he accused with mock-sternness, and then looked over his shoulder, arms winding around your middle as he checked that Sarah was still asleep before pulling you up on the counter. “I think I deserve a birthday present for that. Don’t you, darlin’?”

The space was small, leaving you to wrap arms and legs around him as you did your best to not yelp at the sudden shift. Joel grinned, satisfied as you kept him caged between your thighs, his hands slowly trailing down your sides. With his chin tipped up to keep looking at you, in the faint light of the kitchen, you ran your hands gently through his curls, brushing them back from his lovely face.

“How about you let me go home instead,” he began protesting, hands gripping your thighs to pull you to him, as if by getting closer he could melt his very being with yours and keep you there - you shushed him gently, still raking your hands through his hair, down to the nape where the cut was a little ragged. “I’ll call you when I’m done, and we’ll discuss Saturday?”

“Saturday?” he repeated, a small pout crossing his lips. It was difficult to not lean in and kiss it right off of him - it was difficult to focus when he looked at you with those eager, big eyes.

“Yes,” you cupped his jaw, the same way he had with you, small finger curling underneath and scratching lightly at his stubble. “You spend your birthday with your daughter, and then I’m taking you on a date on Saturday. Deal?”

His lips turned in a quick, surprised smile, still looking at you as if the thought of letting go of you was the least appealing thing he could think of at the moment. But his hold on you eased little by little, until his hands were simply resting over your thighs, and when you unhooked your ankles from behind his back he did not protest.

Instead, he leaned in - one last time - and left a lingering kiss to your mouth before pulling back, leaving enough space so you could get off of the counter as he took your hands. A brief brush to your wrist, looking at you with his head slightly tilted before he sighed, almost resigned, and brought your hands to his mouth.

“Deal.”

20 years later, and then some.

There were many things you’d missed from before the outbreak. Traveling. Going out for dinner. Going to the movies. Showers. Baths. Music. The sea.

Painkillers. What you wouldn’t have done for a painkiller as you twisted again on the creaky bed - an actual bed, more than you had had for the past 20 years - attempting to find a position that did not make your leg scream.

The makeshift cast was heavy and uncomfortable, and all you wanted to do was reach inside and scratch until your skin was raw. But each movement sent jolts of pain up your spine, and it was back to missing painkillers.

It was unbearable, making you groan and wish, yet again, for some sleep.

“Hey, Captain Ahab,” a light knock on the door made you screw your eyes shut, head sinking deeper into the pillows. “How are you doin’?” “Screw you, Tommy, I still got both my legs,” albeit one didn’t work.

It had been a surprise, seeing Tommy again after 20 years. You weren’t sure how you’d recognised each other - covered in filth, having seen each other just once before the outbreak - but the name Miller had had every muscle in your body tense as he and Maria brought you within the community and she tended to you. For a week you’d inhabited their house, unable to stand up for longer than ten minutes, the woman forcing you to do so every now and again.

“Is that how you greet an old friend?” he scoffed in mock-offense, then stepped into the room. “I brought you something.”

“Is it Oxycodone? An aspirin? I’ll take anything if -” pulling your head up from the pillows you groaned softly as you spoke, shifting your weight on your elbows to try and sit up - and then froze as you looked towards the doorway. Tommy stood against the wall with a smirk on his face, and on the other side of the door was a girl, looking confused between the two of you and then behind her shoulder.

For the first couple of days, Tommy had kept aside, leaving Maria to help you - it had felt like a reason enough not to ask. Tommy was there in Jackson, and he wasn’t, so of course something had happened, something must have happened, because he wasn’t talking about him, nor had he asked anything, so of course Joel -

Joel.

Twenty years gone by and, grays aside, Joel Miller still looked the same as he stood in the doorway. Almost. Not quite. It was the same face, the same arched nose, the same lips, the same neck and shoulders, if dusted. But his eyes were all wrong - brows knitted, a stern, harsh look, wrinkles at the corners.

And he was staring at her, his lips parted, throat bobbing, hands shaking. Or maybe it was the whole world spinning for you, a distant ringing in your ears and tightening in your chest.

“Joel?” a whisper, incredulous and trembling. Was it the pain? Had it just been a week of hallucinations, and that was it? The final one, the cruel joke of seeing him again, and then it’d be over.

“You -” one word, his voice low and familiar that snuck its way into your chest, wrapping itself around your aching heart. His chin turned towards Tommy, as if he’d intended to look at him, but his eyes stayed on you. “It can’t be.”

Tears and pain blurred your sight as you tumbled out of bed, a protest coming from Tommy as you staggered forward, movements faster than they’d been all week - just a few steps before you felt your injured leg give out, but the ground never came.

A pair of arms wrapped around you to keep you upright, and there was a tightness in Joel’s hold that made you believe you would stop breathing as he squeezed and squeezed and squeezed and your ribs were hurting, too, but it did not matter because it was Joel, and you were clinging to him, fingers and hands brushing every part of him that was available to your touch just to make sure he was real.

“Oh my God,” a prayer, a thanking - you weren’t sure. You weren’t sure God was listening anyway, or that he’d care at all, so it didn’t matter as you buried your head into his neck and sobbed, and perhaps you were trembling against him. On the ground by the door was his backpack, the girl still looking between the two of you with her eyebrows slightly arched, mouth sealed shut.

He smelled awful, like sweat and smoke and that pang of blood that had seemed to permeate everything outside Jackson. But underneath there was Joel, the scent of his skin like a punch right to your stomach, achingly familiar and yet so distant in time. When you pushed your fingers against his back, his muscles shifted, real and surreal at the same time.

“It’s you,” you exhaled at last, and felt the ground vanish from under your good leg as he pulled you up just slightly, just enough to not risk you shifting your weight onto the injured leg. “It’s really you, tell me it’s you. You’re real, aren’t you?” his arms were wound tight around you as you pulled your head back to look at him, reaching for his face.

“Real as it gets, darlin’,” he sighed as you brushed his face, eyes fluttering shut for a moment at your fingers running across his cheeks and temples and up through his hair. “How are you here?”

Tommy was the last thing he still had from life before the outbreak - or so he had thought. When his brother had told him there was someone he might want to see, he hadn’t been able to picture this - you, in his arms again, touching his face and awfully real.

“She got jumped by a group of hunters on her way here, actually,” Tommy called, and the temporary bubble of isolation you’d created around yourselves popped, leaving you suddenly exposed. “Which is why she needs to stay in bed. Leg’s broken,” he added as a warning, nodding towards the bed with its pillows lingering on the edge.

“Tommy -” you protested, but Joel was already moving, carrying you back to the bed - you almost laughed at the absurdity of it all, of Joel being there, of him holding you, of the way he plopped you down on the mattress and knelt between your legs, the uninjured one bending as if to cage him in. You looked away from his brother and back to Joel, hands coming down to brush at his cheeks over and over again, his beard tickling your palms as some of the filth came away under your insistent touch. “Christ, Joel, you -” you breathed out, the ache in your ribs making it all more real with each inhale, exhale. And then you glanced up all-too-quickly, a gasp trapped in your throat. “Where’s Sarah? Is she here?”

Silence was something you’d gotten used to - it was a necessity in the world you lived in. But after a week in Jackson, waking up with people talking and laughing below your window, and music and movies heard faintly from house to house, the sudden quiet felt unnatural and heavy. Tommy’s face dropped first, and he was quick to turn his gaze away, shuffling on his feet and away from the wall. Next to him, the girl frowned, looked over her shoulder and then back at Joel.

Joel - he had been looking at you all the while, and at the mention of his daughter’s name his gaze had just gone unfocused, the hands resting over your thighs clenching and unclenching as his shoulders shook a little. You felt your hands grow cold against his flushed face, the euphoria of seeing him dropping in your stomach and leaving space to dread, because 20 years could make anyone recognise that look that had taken over his darkened eyes.

“Kid, c’mon,” Tommy’s voice was distant, and at the corner of your vision you saw him moving, reaching to rest his hand on the girl’s shoulder - she flinched out of his touch but stepped back, her eyes still glued to the back of Joel’s head. “Ellie, leave them a moment, alright?”

A broken watch sat on Joel’s wrist, the glass shattered, hour hands frozen in time somewhere above the 3 and he kept fidgeting, his jaw shifting under your touch.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you whispered, the all too familiar sting of tears at the corner of your eyes making your eyelids drop. Joel grunted, his mouth sealed shut and nostrils flaring as you bowed your head. His fingers dug into your thigh as he pulled away, turning his head as he slipped out of your hands.

“I’m filthy,” he muttered, slowly sitting back on his heels, escaping your hold and touch altogether. When you looked up at him again, he did not look at you. Shifting at the edge of the bed, you reached for him - he was just out of arm reach, making you lean forward and strain your leg. “Stop that, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“Then don’t make me chase after ya,” you called back, resting one hand next to you for support while the other fell to the injured leg, his gaze following the movement as he kept his head bowed. “Look at me, Joel.”

He hesitated. Fingers drumming over his thighs as he clenched his jaw again, the shift barely perceptible - how could someone be so familiar yet look like a total stranger all of a sudden? Holding your breath, you waited, and waited, and when he shifted his chin up just barely you tilted your head to meet his gaze.

“Could you get back here, please?” you murmured, tapping your fingers to the mattress at your side. When he didn’t move, you sighed, leaning forward again. “At the very least get off the floor.”

A moment longer, and then he stood, dusting his knees off as he shuffled on his feet, unsure of where to look - at you, your leg, the window behind you. Rocking side by side, he lingered on the spot until, with his head lowered again, he made his way to your side. The bed creaked when he sat down, mattress dipping slightly with his added weight, and silence fell again.

It stretched on, minutes of quiet interrupted only by the distant sounds from outside - when he didn’t protest your hands resting over his, you interlocked your fingers together, pulling it towards your lap, gaze lowered to the broken watch. His knuckles were bruised as you rubbed your thumb across them, and the shadow of dirt lingered around his nails as he squeezed your hand - once, twice, I’m sorry.

He’d never been one to apologize with words, not even before.

“You said you’d be at the hospital,” he murmured after a while, his eyes cast down again. It was odd, seeing the contrast of your almost too-clean hands against his. “That day - you weren’t home, were you?”

“No,” you shook your head, kneading your thumb into the palm of his hand. He sighed, turning his head ever so slightly to focus on the movement. “I was trying to get back home when they closed everything - city was losing it, communications were jammed. Ended up making that road-trip I told you about,” he scoffed, daring a gaze up towards your face.

“California?”

“Too far. Made it to Laredo though, and then my car died - there was a shelter in San Agustin. Held up a few years, but patrols at the border were insane, and the Rio Grande attracted the infected,” you shrugged as Joel slowly turned in your direction. “Then I heard about this place and I thought - why not? Might as well try,” he began returning your touches, thumb tracing the small scars and scabs that had formed across your knuckles, Joel’s hands were rough and calloused, but warm and gentle as he touched you. “Got to Houston, then New Orleans and then up North to here. Almost made it all in one piece,” you tapped your free hand to the cast, groaning softly. “Could’ve been worse.”

“On your own?” at last he looked up fully, and it was difficult to focus on the rest of the conversation when you met his gaze. It was difficult to realize he was no longer your Joel, that as much as the past years had changed you, they’d changed him even more.

Your Joel lingered there, far behind the cloud in his eyes, and the rigidity of his posture - you wondered if his shoulder still bothered him, or if, like many, he’d simply learned to live with the pain and didn’t pay it any mind anymore. He was still so far away.

“Small groups, never more than four, never more than a few months - but we covered each other’s back,” fidgeting, you squeezed his hand. “Last stretch was on my own, hence the leg. I believe I owe Tommy my life.”

“That’s rough - don’t let him hear that,” he attempted a smile, perhaps reassuring, but the corners of his mouth twitched - up and then down, a little frown almost vanishing underneath his beard. “I think I was hoping he would’ve told you already.”

“He didn’t even tell me you were alive. When I saw him here and not you I just assumed -” you hesitated, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth with a shuddering breath. You leaned in slowly, bringing his hand up towards your face, resting your cheek to his knuckles while looking up at him. “I’m so sorry, Joel.”

“She asked about you, that night,” he cleared his throat, carefully swiping his thumb over your cheekbone. “Almost made us drive back to get you,” he lowered his gaze to the bittersweet smile tugging at your lips, turning his hand so that he was cupping your jaw, your own hand falling to his wrist, right underneath the watch. “A soldier shot at us while we were trying to get away.”

“Christ -” “It’s been 20 years, it’s not -”

“Don’t do that,” you squeezed his wrist, cutting him off. “It’s me, sweetheart. Talk to me.”

“I can’t,” while he didn’t snap, and his touch was still gentle, Joel’s voice was firmer. Somewhat colder. Lips pressed together, you pulled your head up, breaking the skin-on-skin contact - his fingers curled at the absence, gaze flickering between the empty space and your eyes, shaking his head lightly. “I can’t,” he repeated, a little breathless.

“Joel,” a whisper, pleading. He was so close to you, yet he could still have been miles and cities away - it could’ve still been any day of the past 20 years spent in unawareness.

“Are you both decent?” a call from outside the door, down the corridor, Tommy’s steps louder than they needed to be.

“Joel, please,” you whispered again, clutching his hand as his jaw clenched.

“Yeah,” he called right back, standing from the bed in spite of your hold on him only tightening. “I’ll be right out.”

“Joel,” he broke free from you easily, his palms tingling in his absence.

The last time you’d seen each other, you hadn’t known that could be it. He’d kissed you, smiled at you, walked you to the door and kissed you again, keeping you a little longer from getting into your car. He’d watched you go with a grin on his face and his cheeks flushed.

That bye had not felt final - his later now did, awfully final and definitive, pushing the air from your lungs when he turned his back on you. You’d gotten used to goodbyes, but seeing Joel go was dizzying and painful, and the tears returned unprompted as soon as he was gone.

It was late at night when the floorboards creaked - still used to being on edge at all times, you pulled your head up and reached for the nightstand, reaching for your sheathed knife.

“It’s me, darlin’,” Joel’s voice was a rough whisper, and in the faint moonlight you managed to make out his shape. “Just me.”

You lowered the weapon slowly, the noise seemingly echoing throughout the house before you turned on the light and squinted towards him. He stood in the doorway, hands half-way lifted, washed down and in new clothes that clearly belonged to his brother.

“What are you doing here?” you sat up to face him, weighing on your hands placed behind your back. He shuffled on the spot, lowering his hands and tugging at the sleeves of his shirt.

“I’m leaving tomorrow, first thing in the mornin’,” he murmured, gaze lowered to the knife rather than towards your face. “Gotta take Ellie someplace, but -”

You waited in silence, looking at him look anywhere but in your direction, his lips parting and closing, parting and closing, searching either for air or words, you weren’t sure - but you waited. Joel Miller needed time - the very thing you’d believed was not an option anymore, but that Jackson made seem possible. Though a part of you believed that, for Joel, you’d have waited three more apocalypses and then some.

“I didn't like the idea of leaving the way I was,” he said then - one step forward, lingered.

“Without saying goodbye?” you offered, head tilting slightly to the side. “Without even lookin’ at you.”

Your lips parted for a moment, taken aback - it was a snapshot of the old Joel, the one you used to know, a thread of light in the darkness of the past 20 years. Not smiling, but almost grinning, looking at you the way he used to. For a moment you’d believed nothing in this life could surprise you anymore, and Joel Miller had proven you wrong twice in a day.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” he repeated, his voice lower as he took another step forward - his hands twitched at his sides. The watch was still there, still broken. “But I can’t sleep, because you’re right here, and it somehow feels like I’m dreaming.”

“I would’ve preferred if you dreamt about me with both my legs working,” you scoffed, leaning back - a half-sitting, half-lying down position. He chuckled, the sound devoid of proper humor, and reached the side of the bed. “Walk around, Miller. This hurts bad enough without you accidentally bumping into it,” you warned, gesturing towards your leg.

He kicked off his shoes at the foot of the bed as he went around, the last few steps quiet before he sat at your side, bed dipping under his weight. He hesitated a moment longer, watching at the corner of his eye as you settled back down against the pillows and opened your arms - suddenly it was homecoming.

Joel wrapped himself around you, head resting over your shoulder (it would grow numb through the night, but you didn’t mind it that much, or at all). One arm draped across your stomach and the other tucked underneath your back, he tucked you closer and sighed raggedly when you brushed the back of his neck, a soft, gentle caress up to his hair.

“I should’ve come looking for you. Sarah would’ve told me to,” he choked up on her name, squeezing your ribs a little, pressing himself almost harshly against your side. “Had I known you were still out there, then maybe -”

“You didn’t know, Joel,” you brushed your hand through his hair, and his head followed the movement as you looked down towards him. Up close, with the faint light on the nightstand, you could see his eyes - dilated pupils, wrinkles at the corners, dark shadows underneath. “We cannot afford to have regrets in the world we live in. It’s difficult enough to survive already.”

“But you did,” he murmured, shifting a little higher on the bed.

“Yes,” bringing your free hand to his face, you ran the tip of your fingers over his beard, the gentle scratch against your pads a reminder that it was real. He was. “So did you.”

“Not so sure about that,” he muttered, gaze flickering away.

You grabbed his face then, thumb and middle finger pushing into his cheeks to guide his head back until he was looking at you again. He blinked rapidly, slightly taken aback, a sharp exhale flaring his nostrils.

“You’re still alive,” each word was enunciated slowly, soft-voiced. Joel flinched, throat bobbing. “And it sucks that Sarah isn’t. It’s unfair, and stupid, and nothing will ever make the knowledge go away, or make it easier, I know,” he tried to shift back, a slight quiver in his mouth before he pressed his lips in a tight line, your arm around his shoulder keeping him in place. “Wouldn’t she have wanted you to survive, too? To live?”

Of course, the response came immediately to him, but there was a tightness in his throat and he was afraid that if he opened his mouth the last 20 years would catch up on him. So instead he just nodded, slowly, and the hold on his face eased - he buried himself into the crook of your neck, feeling the shift of your ribs as you inhaled slowly and wrapped both arms around him.

“Having survived is not a fault,” the hold on you tightened furthermore at the whisper against the top of his head. “Don’t blame yourself for it, sweetheart.”

The bed shook with his exhale - part sigh, part sob, gripping you so tightly it almost hurt. One of his hands dragged down your side, to where your shirt had crumpled up, and he pressed his fingers directly against your skin - he was still warm as you remembered.

“It shouldn’t surprise me that you managed to keep your humanity after all, should it?” when he spoke, his beard tickled your collarbones, a gentle shudder running down your spine.

You wanted to say that it was not the case, that it was difficult each day, that sometimes you felt more inhuman than the infected probably were, a wretched creature hanging on by a thread - but that would mean admitting how often you’d thought of him, of Sarah, to find your sanity again. How, each city you got to, you hoped to catch a glimpse of them. How you prayed that the Jackson community was real, and that they’d be there.

“I’ve missed you, darlin’,” Joel filled in the silence, his lips brushing your skin almost by accident. “How am I supposed to leave you again?”

You wondered briefly if he’d meant to say that out loud.

“You didn’t leave me, Joel,” running your hand through his hair again, you felt him shift closer, part of him now over you - could you stay like this forever? Could he mold himself around you and never let go of you? “And you’re not leaving me now.”

“I have to go,” he said softly, nosing at your jaw. A small smile crept up across your lips, unwilling and unaware, eyes fluttering shut at his gentle nuzzling. “I can’t leave Ellie now.”

“I know,” you nodded - pieces of information pieced together between Tommy and Maria as they came and went through your room, knowing the man at your side had grown to care for the girl but wouldn’t admit it just yet. “But you’ll come back to me. You do what you gotta do and then you’ll come back to me, Joel Miller - and I’ll be here waiting, because I still owe you a date,” he chuckled, leaving a quick peck to your neck that made you sigh. “Deal?”

Joel lifted his head, planting his elbow between the two of you on the bed for leverage, and looked down at you at last - the light from the nightstand was feeble, casting shadows across your face as he brought his free hand away from your side and up, tip of his fingers tracing a line up your throat and jaw until he was cradling your face. His thumb brushed across the apple of your cheek, tender and slow, while his small and ring finger curled at the side of your neck.

He could feel your pulse jumping underneath his touch, a mute question in his eyes.

A nod was all he needed before he was leaning in, shifting up higher on the bed until the tip of his nose bumped yours - once, twice, your warm breath caressing his mouth as you rested both hands on his shoulders and then up, up the curve of his neck. He closed the gap between your mouths in the next breath, his lips oddly gentle against yours, almost tentative.

One moment, two, and then your bodies recognized the other, and with a sigh Joel was kissing you as if no time had passed, pressing himself against you with need and desperation, and your lips parted for him as you locked him in your embrace where he would spend the night.

One kiss after the other until your lips felt numb and you almost laughed, ignoring the dread creeping up your spine because it was this one night, with no certainty of what came next. It was easy to pretend it’d be forever - to bask in the bliss of his touch, of his lips on yours, on your neck tracing patterns on your skin and back up towards your mouth, to linger in his kiss that went on and on and on until you swore your head was spinning and you were thirty-five years younger, teenagers stealing kisses when nobody’s watching.

When he pulled away, you could’ve sworn outside it sounded like morning, and you held onto him a little tighter, a little longer, drinking in his whispered reply.

“Deal.”

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Dirty Little Secret (Part 4).

Character(s): no-outbreak, age-gap!Joel Miller x fem!Reader Summary: You attend the joint bachelor and bachelorette party in Las Vegas, which gives you and Joel enough time apart to figure out the feelings that are beginning to develop. Word count: 5.7k A/N: Thank you everyone for being so patient with me. I haven't had the motivation to write up until recently, so here's to hoping that the motivation stays! (also here's the dress Reader was wearing) Warning: age-gap (Joel is in his 50s, reader is in her early-30s), light dirty talk, sneaking around, masturbation (joel through facetime) SERIES MASTERLIST - ultimate masterlist

It’s been a little over a month since you and Joel began sneaking around. He comes over to your apartment whenever he’s finished with work. It’s easier for him to be at your apartment than for you to be at his house; there’s less of a chance of being caught since Sarah and Drew rarely stop by at your apartment unannounced.

The joint bachelor and bachelorette party is this weekend and while you’re excited to celebrate with Sarah, Drew, and the rest of the bridal party and groomsmen, you’d rather spend your weekend with Joel. It starts to scare you how much you enjoy his presence and how often he’s staying the night at your apartment. You try to tell yourself not to get too attached because this “relationship” you’ve started with him was never meant to be permanent.

After all, you and Joel are just having fun. This isn’t meant to turn serious, but the more you spend time with him, the more you feel the butterflies swarm in the pit of your stomach. Joel makes you feel like you never have before and you aren’t sure if it’s because of the sex or if it’s because there’s something deeper that you’re beginning to feel for him.

Whenever you’re alone, you continue to tell yourself that you’re not meant to settle down. Marriage and commitment isn’t something you want and you’re sure Joel isn’t interested in it either – especially not with someone of your age.

You’re packing your luggage when you hear the sound of a knock. Standing from the floor, you walk towards your door and open it to find Joel with a bag of food and a small grin on his face. You look at the time and realize that he probably finished work early, but before you can even speak, Joel steps in and wraps an arm around your waist. He dips down to peck your lips and sighs contentedly.

This has become a routine. He comes by after work, pulls you into his arms, gives you a gentle kiss, and exhales a breath that tells you he’s relieved to be here with you. It makes the butterflies begin to flutter in your stomach and you can’t help but lean into him and hold onto his broad frame.

“Hi,” you finally say.

“Hey, darlin’,” Joel says, pulling away from you to remove his boots and shut your door behind him.

“Whatcha got there?” you smile, pointing to the bag he’s holding.

“Burgers and fries.”

You let out a groan and pull on his arm, leading him towards your kitchen. “Yes,” you laugh. “You read my mind.”

“I just know what you like,” he winks. Joel sits down and pulls you onto his lap, an arm draped around your waist as your arm snakes around his shoulders. He finds that he loves being around you, loves the way you make him feel; there’s an excitement that he feels whenever he’s around you and the more he spends time with you, the more Joel begins to feel that there’s something more to this. He doesn’t know how you feel, but Joel realizes that he wants more of this, more of you; he hasn’t felt this happy in so long, but it also scares him. After Sarah’s mom and a handful of other failed relationships, Joel made a promise to himself that settling down or even getting into a serious relationship was no longer in the cards for him. But you… You came out of nowhere and Joel constantly is thinking about you whenever he’s not with you. It’s daunting and overwhelming when he realizes that the feelings he has for you are much more serious than he had planned for.

He has to tell himself that whatever’s going on between the both of you has an expiration date. Once the wedding is over so will be your relationship with him. Joel tries to keep this relationship purely just sex, but something shifted in the last month. He’s spending more and more nights at your apartment and he’s coming by more often too. Joel tries to convince himself that the sex is the reason why he keeps coming back, but that’s only part of it… And Joel isn’t yet ready to admit to himself that this can be something deeper than either of you expected.

“So,” you say, pulling Joel from his thoughts. “The joint bachelor and bachelorette party is next weekend.”

“Hm,” he mumbles, looking up at you. “You excited?”

“I am, actually. It’ll be nice to just getaway.”

“From me?” Joel asks, teasingly.

You roll your eyes. “I will miss you.”

Joel grins and the feeling in the pit of his stomach doesn’t go unnoticed. “Yeah?”

You nod, leaning in to peck his lips lightly. “What am I gonna do without you?” you sigh teasingly. “All those clubs and bars we’re gonna go to, all the drinks and dancing…”

Joel’s eyes narrow and suddenly, he feels jealous. It creeps slowly, but all he can think about now is the amount of men that most likely will be throwing themselves at you. It’s hard not to think about the possibility of you dancing with another man, taking someone back to your hotel room, having a night of fun with someone other than him. It angers him and it only makes the feelings he has for you even stronger. This isn’t supposed to be serious, but why is he getting jealous and upset over something that you have every right to do if you wanted?

“Hm,” Joel repeats.

“I’m just kidding,” you reply, taking note of the shift in his demeanor. “You know I’m joking, right?”

Joel shrugs and takes a bite of his burger, looking up at you and trying to mask and cover what he was truly feeling. “I know,” he mumbles, swallowing his food. “‘Sides, we ain’t officially together. You can do whatever you’d like, darlin’.” It pains him to say it, pains him to actually see the disappointment in your features, pains him when you get up from his lap to walk into the kitchen. He knows he upset you with his response, but Joel forces himself to stay seated, forces himself not to address the obvious tension that now lingers in the air.

He wonders, by your reaction, if you’re feeling the same way he is. While it does excite him to know that you might possibly have the same feelings, it also scares him because Joel knows this can’t be more than it is now.

You fill up a glass of water for yourself, back turned to Joel, as you think about what he just said. It shouldn’t bother you this much, but it does. It reminds you that the feelings that were beginning to stir inside of you are only one-sided. Joel doesn’t want a serious relationship with someone as young as you, someone as damaged as you.

Joel bites the inside of his cheek and lets out a quiet sigh. He stands from the table and walks over in your direction, arms slowly wrapping around your waist. He feels you stiffen momentarily before you lean back against him. Joel finds that he loves having you in his arms, loves the way you lean into him, loves the way you fit perfectly against him.

“I will miss you too, darlin’,” he whispers into your ear, gently placing light kisses along the side of your neck. “But I’ll be right here when you get back.”

You shut your eyes and sigh quietly, moving your hands to rest on his forearms. You try to push your feelings down, try and forget the possibility that this could be something more, and you turn around in his arms to look up at him. “What will you do without me?” you tease, biting your lower lip.

Joel smiles, linking his hands together at your lower back. “Be miserable, I suppose.”

“So dramatic,” you giggle, moving your hands to his hair and playing with the curls at his nape. You notice that his hair has gotten just a tad bit longer than when you first met him and it gives you more of a reason to run your fingers through it.

“Would it be okay if we just have a quiet night?” Joel asks. “Work was exhausting and–”

“You think I’m only using you for your body?” you gasp, feigning a shocked look on your face. “I mean, that’s a huge plus, but I like having you around.”

“Oh, I do like the sound of that, darlin’.”

You smile and lean up to peck his lips. “So, does that mean we get to cuddle?”

Joel nods. “Cuddle and a movie?” he suggests.

“You spoil me,” you laugh. “You bring me food, ask to cuddle and watch a movie? You sure you’re real?”

Joel chuckles and kisses your forehead. “You deserve the best, darlin’. Come on.” He pulls away and takes your hand, leading you towards your living room. He sits on the couch and props his feet on your coffee table, patting the spot next to him.

You grin and join him instantly, curling against his side as you bring your legs underneath you on the couch. You lean into him and Joel grabs your throw blanket and drapes it over both of your lower halves. Joel turns on the television and puts on some random movie because he knows that as soon as the movie starts, you’re gonna start to fall asleep, especially when you’re as comfortable as you are now.

Your arm is draped over his midsection and your cheek resting against his shoulder. Moments like this make you feel calm, make you feel safe and it’s really only when Joel spends the night that you actually get some rest. You find that his presence is soothing, but you know that you can’t tell him that.

“You gonna fall asleep, ain’t ya?” Joel whispers.

“No,” you respond, shaking your head. “I’m just really comfy.”

Joel doesn’t respond, but he smiles. He looks down at you as his arm wraps around your shoulders to pull you closer. He sees your eyes slowly begin to close and he finds himself just getting lost in this moment. He had a stressful day at work, but the entire day, he just couldn’t wait to see you.

You have become the best part of his day, whether he sees you or not. You will either give him a call or a text just to let him know that you’re thinking of him and it makes him feel so special that sometimes he can’t even put into words the feelings you give him.

“Okay,” you mumble, “I might fall asleep.” You move to lie down, resting your head on his lap and Joel lets out a soft chuckle. He gently brushes your hair away from your face as he stares down at you, gently tapping the tip of your nose.

“Wanna head to bed?” Joel asks.

You shake your head and grab his hand, bringing it to your chest as your eyes remain shut. “I’m comfy here.”

Joel smiles to himself and nods, lacing his fingers with yours as you held his hand against your chest. Slowly as the minutes pass, you fall further and further into a deep slumber and Joel lets out a contented sigh. He looks around your apartment and bites his lower lip. This gives him a lot to think about and now that you’re going to be away for the weekend, Joel hopes that he has a better understanding of his feelings for you.

—

A few days later and Joel’s getting ready to leave your apartment. He sees your luggage near the door and after an eventful past couple of days with you - and also you giving him a show of what you were going to wear while in Las Vegas - he feels a heaviness that settles in the pit of his stomach. He knows that you are only going to be gone for the weekend, but a lot can happen in two days… and a lot can happen while in Las Vegas.

“Text me when you get there?” Joel says, pulling you into his arms.

“Of course,” you smile, leaning up to peck his lips. “Will you be here when I get back?”

“Ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“I mean, can you be here in my apartment when I get back?”

Joel bites his lower lip and he sees you grab an extra set of keys. Before it can even register in his mind, you’re handing him the keys and the hopeful look in your eyes captures his attention instantly. “Sure,” he responds. “I’ll be here, baby.”

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. This almost feels like it’s a glimpse into the inevitable goodbye that you and Joel will have to do when all of the wedding festivities are over. You hold onto him a little bit longer and you feel Joel tighten his grip around your waist too.

“You gonna be a good girl while you’re out there?” he teases, letting out a quiet chuckle.

You narrow your eyes at him and tilt your head. “If I’m not?”

Joel licks his lower lip and smirks. “Then I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

“Tease,” you smile, kissing his cheek. “Yes, I’ll be good. Just for you.”

Joel grins. “That’s what I like to hear.” He holds you closer to him and lets out a quiet sigh, pressing his lips into your hair and shutting his eyes. “I better get goin’ then, darlin’.”

You nod and pull away slowly, looking up into his eyes. “Yeah, me too. I’m meeting everyone at the airport.”

Joel nods and kisses your forehead. “Alright, darlin’. I’ll talk to you soon, yeah?”

“I’ll let you know when we land.”

“Have fun, baby.” Joel pulls away and reaches out for your door knob, turning it slowly as he looks over at you from top to bottom. He smiles to himself and opens the door. “But not too much fun, okay?”

“I’m all yours,” you tell him quietly.

Joel hears that and he smiles to himself, reaching out for you to pull you back into his arms. “All mine, huh?”

You nod and look up at him, biting your lower lip. “All yours.”

“Good,” Joel says, moving a hand down to grasp your backside. He squeezes it and watches as you let out a quiet gasp, hands moving to rest on his chest. He pecks your lips again and then pulls away. “If I don’t leave now, I ain’t ever going to.”

“Wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

Joel chuckles. “But you need to be at the airport, darlin’.”

“I know,” you sigh. “I’ll see you in a few days, Joel.”

“See ya, baby.”

—

You land in Las Vegas, feeling the dry air hit you instantly. It’s so dry and it’s so hot, but all you can even think about is getting to your hotel room and giving Joel a call. You sent him a text once you landed to let him know that you and the rest of the party landed and he had responded with a thumbs up emoji.

Drew and Sarah are hand in hand as you all enter the hotel, watching them check the party in. You lean against the wall and let out a quiet sigh, pulling your phone out to see that Joel had sent you another text asking if you could give him a call when you got the chance. You notice the way the excitement settles in the pit of your stomach, knowing that you get to speak with him soon.

Once Drew and Sarah check in, he hands you all your own key card and tells you all to get some rest before the festivities of tonight. They have the entire night planned and you know that you need as much rest as you can. You hug Drew and Sarah before going to your room and setting your luggage near the bed. Lying back on the bed, you grab your phone and dial Joel’s number almost instantly.

He picks up after the second ring and you can hear him shuffling in the background, like he’s walking barefoot in his home.

“Hey, darlin’,” he says.

“I’m in Vegas and it’s so hot,” you sigh, draping an arm over your eyes.

Joel chuckles and it makes you smile. “How was the flight?”

“Not too bad. Kept thinking about you though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you reply. “It’s hard not to, if I’m being honest.” You bite your lower lip, imagining that Joel’s lying down next to you and with the phone pressed against your ear, it’s almost as if he’s right there. With you. Close to you.

“Been thinkin’ about you too, darlin’.”

Your stomach flips and you turn onto your stomach, burying your face against the pillow as you’re smiling so big. You can’t even think about tonight because all you want to do is stay on the phone with Joel.

“Why ya mumblin’?” Joel chuckles. “S’that so surprising? That I’m thinkin’ about you?”

“A bit,” you reply honestly. “I’m just–” you sigh. “I’m just me.”

“And that’s why I’m thinkin’ about you. Because you’re you.”

“I’m not that special.”

Joel lets out a sigh. He wants to tell you that you’re so special that he thinks about you all the time, that whenever he isn’t with you, he’s counting down the minutes until he gets to be with you again, that you’re so special that ever since he’s met you, he’s thinking of so many other ways to be with you.

And he wants to be with you, more than you even know.

“Guess that’s a conversation to have in person,” Joel finally responds. “What d’ya have planned for tonight?”

“Drew and Sarah have the whole trip planned,” you reply. “But it sounds like there's going to be a lot of clubs, so they told me to get as much rest as I can.”

Joel tightens his jaw. All he can imagine is what you’ll be wearing, how beautiful you’ll look, and how he won’t be able to be there to see it in person. As he thinks about tonight, he can’t help the jealousy that begins to bubble inside of him again. He knows that there will be men trying to talk to you, trying to dance with you, trying to buy you drinks… And he also can’t help but think about the possibility of you bringing someone back to your hotel room. He knows he shouldn’t be jealous, shouldn’t feel this territorial over you, but Joel’s starting to realize that he likes you. A lot.

“Doesn’t sound like my kind of party,” Joel chuckles. “I hope you have fun though, baby.”

“I’d rather be spending tonight with you,” you sigh. “As much as I love going out and dancing, I’m starting to enjoy our quiet nights in.”

Joel can’t help but smile. It makes him wonder if you feel the same way; it gives him hope that maybe this could work. “Me too. I’d rather you be here too.”

“Do you wanna see what I’ll be wearing tonight?” you ask, biting your lower lip.

“That depends,” Joel chuckles. “Is it gonna make me want to rip it off of you?”

You whimper. “Joel…”

“What? M’being serious, darlin’.”

“Okay, maybe I’ll just describe it…”

Joel tsks and lets out a quiet chuckle. “Nuh uh. You’re sending me a picture of what you’ll be wearing tonight. Maybe FaceTime me while you’re getting ready?”

You blush and turn on your back, feeling the butterflies swarm in your belly. “You just wanna see me.”

“I do,” Joel answers honestly. “Will that be okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” you smile. “I’d like to see you before I go out tonight.”

“So, FaceTime me while you’re getting ready?” Joel repeats.

“Yes, sir,” you grin.

Joel lets out a quiet groan that shoots straight to your core. All you can imagine is that sound against your ear as he’s thrusting into you. “Y’know what you’re doin’, don’t ya?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Naughty,” he growls. “I’ll let you get some rest, but I’ll talk to you in a few hours.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, baby,” Joel chuckles. “You’re gonna pay for that when you get back.”

“Promise?”

“Hell yeah, it’s a promise.”

—

You’re woken up to the sound of your phone buzzing. You sit up from the bed and rub your eyes, seeing the unread text messages from Drew and Sarah – they had sent a list of clubs that they wanted to check out that night. It looked like it was going to be a lot of fun, a lot of dancing and drinking, but your mind lingered on Joel.

You stand from the bed to grab the red dress that you were going to wear tonight. You set it on the bed and take a photo of it, sending it to Joel before you go to the bathroom to take a quick shower. It only lasts for fifteen minutes and once you step out, a towel wrapped around your frame and hair dripping on your back, you hear your phone ring.

Leaving the bathroom and walking back into your room, you pick up your phone and see the countless text messages from Joel and a couple of missed calls. Laughing quietly to yourself, you answer your phone and see Joel’s face appear on the screen.

“Been callin’ you.”

“I was in the shower.”

“And you were supposed to call me while you’re getting ready,” Joel chuckles.

“That included my shower?”

“Especially your shower.”

You smile to yourself and walk back to the bathroom. You set your phone down on the counter and smile at the sight of Joel. You can tell that he’s staring at you, trying to get a glimpse of something more than just you in your towel.

��Did you see the dress?”

“Oh, I saw it.”

“What do you think?”

“I think I’d like to see you in it.”

You chuckle and comb your hair back away from your face, turning your phone to lie back as the screen now shows the ceiling of your bathroom.

“Where d’ya go?” Joel asks.

“Putting on my bra and underwear.”

“Can I see?”

You feel a blush appear along your cheeks and turn the camera to face you. Joel lets out a quiet groan at the sight of you, completely bare.

“Well, fuck,” Joel finally says. “You are just–”

“Wish you were here,” you interrupt, pulling on your black lace panties and matching bra. You can hear Joel protest when you cover yourself, but he’s still looking at you like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. It makes you feel so special and you wish you could just reach out for him.

“I wish I was there too, darlin’.” Joel smiles to himself, completely enamored with watching you get ready. He knows that your attention is elsewhere, but he finds that he likes this, likes being able to see you in your own element.

It gets loud when you turn on the hair dryer, but Joel doesn’t mind. He sees your hips sway and it looks like you’re singing to yourself, the sound of the hair dryer drowning it out. He can’t help but notice the feeling that settles in the pit of his stomach like always.

And when you finish with your hair dryer, Joel watches you look over in his direction. Your eyes meet through the screen and Joel wants to blurt out how much you mean to him, how much he can’t wait until you’re back.

But he doesn’t.

You take your phone and bring it to the room, setting it against the television as you begin to pull on the red dress. It’s casual, but it’s a single strap that rests on one shoulder. The dress is completely fitted and shapes your curves, but what catches Joel’s eye is the way the top of your dress is cutout at the waist, revealing part of your abdomen. He also sees the thigh-high side slit and it literally excites him, his manhood stirring awake at the sight of you.

“Do you like it?” You ask, taking him out of his trance. “Is it too much?”

“You look fuckin’ incredible.” Joel reaches down to readjust himself and he sees you catch him, the subtle movement of his hand moving down and away from the front facing camera.

“Did you just–”

“Shush,” Joel interrupts. “I can’t help it. You just look amazing.”

“Are you going to…” You begin, pointing downwards.

“What?”

“You know…”

“I don’t know,” he replies, teasingly. “Am I going to what, baby?”

“Touch yourself?”

“Ya want me to?”

You nod, biting your lower lip as you reach for the phone to bring it closer to you. “If you want. I mean, I’d like to see you–”

Joel interrupts you by undoing the buckle of his belt. “Whatever you want, baby.”

Now it’s your turn to watch. He sets his phone down on his nightstand, adjusting it so that you can get a clear view of him. He’s sitting on his bed, leaning back against the headframe as he shimmies out of his jeans and boxers. You gasp at the sight of his erected manhood and Joel reaches down to grasp himself, eyes falling shut.

“Talk to me,” Joel mumbles, tugging on his length.

“You look–” you bite your lower lip, eyes averting between the movement of him stroking his member and with the look on his face. It’s something you’ll have to commit to memory, how he’s touching himself at the thought of you. You watch as Joel tilts his head back, giving you a clear view of his exposed neck down to the shirt that he’s wearing, so tight around his arms, muscles flexing as he continues to stroke himself.

“I wish I was on top of you,” you finally say, licking your lips. “Riding you…”

“Fuck,” Joel growls, tightening his grip further around his length. All he can think about is you, all he can see is you. Even behind his closed eyelids, you’re all he can imagine. On top of him. Rolling your hips. Feeling your walls tighten around his manhood, milking him with each movement. It’s enough to bring him closer and closer to the edge; his hand isn’t the same, but this will have to do.

Until you get back home.

Until you’re back with him.

“I wish you could feel how wet I’m getting,” you tell him, seeing his hand quicken its pace. You can tell he’s close, can tell that he won’t be able to last any longer, especially when he opens his eyes and stares straight at you through the screen. His jaw is slack, lips parted slightly, and continuous groans leaving his lips.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbles, his eyes taking in your frame and noticing how your eyes stay solely focused on him and his movements. Joel’s never done this before, never has had someone watch him jerk off, but it excites him. It excites him so much just from the way you’re looking at him, the want and desire filling your eyes. It excites him enough to send him over the edge.

“Come for me, Joel,” you whisper quietly, but loud enough for him to hear.

That’s all it took. He tries to cover his tip, but he just makes a mess of his release, seeping through the cracks of his fingers. Joel’s entire body shudders because he loves the way you say his name just as much as he loves the look you always give him. He tugs on his length a couple of more times before leaning back against the bed frame, breaths coming in heavily as he stares at you with a lopsided smirk.

“I made a mess,” he chuckles.

“Wish I was there to clean it up.”

Joel’s eyes narrow at you through the screen. “Naughty girl.”

“Only for you.”

You watch Joel get up from bed, clad in only his t-shirt as he disappears from view. You assume it’s so that he can clean himself up and your phone quietly notifies you of a text message from Sarah and Drew. They’re leaving soon and you’re supposed to meet up with them in about half an hour. You don’t want to get off the phone with Joel, but once he comes back into view, he picks up the phone and smiles at you.

“You really do look beautiful, darlin’.”

“Not too much?” you repeat.

“Not at all, baby. I’m a tad bit jealous that other people are gonna get to see you like this. In person.”

“I can wear it for you when I get back.”

“Oh, I’d like that very much, darlin’.”

You smile, biting your lower lip as your heart soars at the sight of him. The feeling you have for Joel is something you’ve never experienced and you have to wonder if this is what Sarah and Drew feel for each other. It can’t be possible, though, that maybe you’re falling in love with him.

With Joel.

With one of your best friend’s dad.

“I better get going, Joel.”

He nods, but you notice the way disappointment flashes across his features briefly. “Be safe, baby.”

“I’m not sure if I’ll be able to give you a call when I get back to my hotel room, but I promise I’ll try.”

“Sounds good, darlin’.” Joel wants to tell you to have fun, but not too much fun. He wants to tell you not to get too crazy, not to allow dirtbags to get in your space, to keep your guard up, aware of your surroundings, but he doesn’t. He keeps his mouth shut. Joel sees your smile before you say bye and when the call finally ends, Joel sighs. He feels an emptiness settle in his chest; he thought that having you away for a few days would help him figure out his feelings for you, but instead, it’s doing the opposite. It’s making him more confused, more scared because deep down, Joel already knows how he feels about you.

Part of him just hopes that he has the courage to tell you.

And he hopes that you at least feel the same way.

—

The entire weekend in Las Vegas passed all too quickly. You can’t even remember everything that you did; you just remember a lot of drinking and a lot of dancing. Despite all the fun you did have, you just couldn’t wait to get back home. To Joel.

You’re groggy and exhausted by the time you walk up to your front door. There’s still a lingering hangover and you just want to be in bed, in Joel’s arms, and sleep for a few days. You’re hopeful that Joel will be at your apartment like you asked him to, so when you unlock the door and open it quietly, you can faintly hear the television.

“Joel?” you call out, dropping your luggage near the door and removing your shoes.

You hear his footsteps approach you and you let out a quiet exhale. Turning around, you see him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and a small smile lining his lips.

“You’re alive.”

You roll your eyes and walk over to him, trying to hold in your excitement at the sight of him. It was only a few days and yet, you were missing him every second. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face against him, inhaling his scent and reveling in the feel of his muscles when his strong arms snake around your waist.

“I’m exhausted,” you mumble.

“You look it,” Joel chuckles.

You pull away just enough and gently smack his chest. “Mean.”

Joel smirks and takes your hand, leading you down the hallway and to your bedroom. Without hesitation, he scoops you up into his arms and lays you back on your mattress. You stare up at him, arm wrapping around his shoulders and hand playing with the hair at his nape.

When he lays you back, you pull him down with you and Joel settles between your legs, arms resting at either side of you. You can feel his weight on top of you and it brings you comfort, blankets you in safety and security; this is where you belong. With Joel.

“Thank you for being here when I got back,” you say, arms snaking around his shoulders as you play with his curls.

“You asked me to be here, so…” Joel smiles. “Here I am.”

You look down at him and gently peck his lips. It’s odd how comforting this is, how safe you feel, how you’re beginning to yearn for more moments like this.

“Missed you,” you whisper, beginning to run your fingers through his hair. Your eyes slowly fall shut, feeling Joel’s cheek rest against your chest.

“Missed ya too, baby.” Joel responds, looking up at you. “Wanna take a nap, darlin’?”

You nod and feel him get off of you to lie next to you instead. You turn on your side and Joel curls up right behind you, arm draped over your waist and tugging you flush against him. He places soft kisses along the back of your shoulder before he buries his face against the side of your neck.

“I can get used to this,” you whisper as you slowly begin to fall asleep.

Joel nods against you and all he can think about is having more days like this, more moments spent with you, and he wants so badly to tell you how he feels. Seeing you run up to him, the smile on your face, it gives him a warm sensation in the pit of his belly.

The brief time away from you just confirmed his feelings for you, but he knows that it can’t be more than what it is. Joel doesn’t deserve you, but he can’t find it within him to pull away, to distance himself from you. He knows holding onto you for as long as he can will inevitably break his heart, but he would rather have you this way than not have you at all.

“Me too,” he finally replies, placing one more kiss on your shoulder before he allows himself to sleep as well.

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cottagecoreloreee · 1 month ago

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COMPLETE!

Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive

Relationships: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac, Armand/Daniel Molloy, Daniel Molloy & Louis de Pointe du Lac

Characters: Lestat de Lioncourt, Louis de Pointe du Lac, Daniel Molloy, Armand (Vampire Chronicles)

Additional Tags: rockstar lestat, Mutual Pining, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Flashbacks, Drug Use, Biting, Blood Drinking, Drama, Romance, Canon-Typical Violence, Anal Sex, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Bottom Louis de Pointe du Lac, Top Lestat de Lioncourt, Sharing a Bed, Sharing a Room, Friends to Lovers, Post-Episode: s02e08 And That’s The End of It. There’s Nothing Else (Interview with the Vampire TV) -Snippet-

“You can’t control who you love…” I shook my head. My cigarette was running out. Lestat supplied me with another. “We’re much better at talking about other people, aren’t we?”

“Other people seem less complicated than ourselves.”

I was silent for a time and so was Lestat. His hand drew lazy circles into my thigh as we smoked, emptying half of a pack between us. I’d come to understand the Dark Gift as a chance to improve upon myself continually. Where humans have a single lifetime to pursue betterment, I will have centuries. I saw myself as changeable. Why couldn’t I look at Lestat and believe the same for him? Why couldn’t I extend the same grace to our relationship?

In only a few short days, Lestat had shown me a different side of himself. Perhaps a side that had always been present, desperate to be seen, obscured by my insistence to see him solely as a monstrous thing. This quiet tenderness reminded me of my last months as a human when I’d softened to his presence in my life. How it excited and enthralled me. I thought he had called out to me and mesmerized me with a supernatural force so that I would crumble to him easily. He needed to employ no such powers to have this hold over me.

Fear welled in my stomach. The loss of Claudia was a heavy weight in my chest. We were apt destroyers of each other, prone to entangling others in our madness. If I had never pled at his feet; if he had never wavered; if I had never spurned him; if he had never laid a finger upon us–if, if, if…

But could we be different, now?

“You think too much,” Lestat said.

“You can’t read my thoughts.”

“I don’t need to. I know you too well. We’re old friends, aren’t we?” He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Be with me here, Louis. In the present. Or maybe, you’d prefer a piece of the past…”

Lestat withdrew from me, taking long strides across the room. He smiled devilishly, lifting a record from its cardboard envelope and setting it on the player. The needle scratched first. And then the music played. A clarinet and strings. The waver of yearning in Sarah Vaughan’s voice. Just friends, she sang. Lovers no more.

“Dance with me, mon ami.”

#interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #loustat #amc iwtv #lestat x louis #amc immortal universe #fic rec #iwtv fanfiction

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gwldcnz · 5 months ago

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ironworked · 1 month ago

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60 Sec Rec: Resident Alien

"An alien on a mission to kill all humans crashes on Earth and hides in a remote mountain town. After assuming the identity of the town doctor, Harry Vanderspeigle, he's roped into solving a murder and realizes he needs to assimilate into his new world" [adapted from Rotten Tomatoes]

This show is hilarious. A lot of it does hinge on Alan Tudyk's charm so ymmv of course, but he, along with the rest of the cast, just lend themselves to the story with zero self-consciousness and a lot of joy. They have fun with their characters and the show is a delight to watch as a result.

The high points for me are firstly, the relationships, because they show different versions of 'family' and friendships where the people involved actually like and respect each other! (which shouldn't be rare but it somehow is). Secondly, its female characters; the guys are great too, but most shows have a male to female ratio of about 5:1 and the women are way too often afterthoughts to the male character's storylines. Not here, though: Out of the 18 actors with eps in the double digits, only 7 are men (Harry is the main character, but the others don't get sidelined). They're all different, they look different. And they're all awesome.

Created by Chris Sheridan (Family Guy). Written by Sheridan, Emily Slami and Jeffrey Nieves (Wolf Pack), Sarah Beckett (61st Street), Tommy Pico (Reservation Dogs)... Directed by Robert Duncan McNeil (Chuck, a bit of everything), Shannon Kohli (The Magicians), Kabi Akhtar (Never Have I Ever)... Starring Alan Tudyk, Sara Tomko, Corey Reynolds, Alice Wetterlund, Levi Fiehler, Elizabeth Bowen, Meredith Garretson, Gary Farmer, Kaylayla Raine, Diana Bang, Jenna Lamia...

(Judy, I love you)

60 sec rec: Deadloch - Dead Boy Detectives - The Tick - This Close - Kung Fu - Nancy Drew - Kevin Can Fuck Himself - Silo - The Flight Attendant - Severance - Hacks - Hit The Floor - Black Sails - 12 Monkeys - T@gged - The Diplomat - The Mick - Timeless - UnReal - Kings - All Rise - Barry - Halt and Catch Fire

New shows: Brilliant Minds

#Tv: Resident Alien #Resident Alien #60 sec rec #3 seasons on Syfy and s4 will be on USA

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years ago

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Dive Bar Rockstar

Tommy Miller x fem!bartender!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 4.5k

Warnings- smut (18+ only!), mutual pining, bartender reader, alcohol mention, oral (f receiving), protected sex, first time together, praise kink, love confessions, feelings, playful banter, takes place in Texas since that’s where the Millers live but no specific place is described and reader’s origin is not mentioned

Notes- This is inspired by and dedicated to mi amor @rae-gar-targaryen who helped me come up with this idea based on Gabriel’s IG posts of him playing guitar and singing. She also cameos as the bar owner here too!! This fic is set in canon but I help it open if you wanted to interpret it as before the outbreak or if the outbreak never happened. I put a lot of love into this one and I love this little story so much so I hope y’all enjoy this!!

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The bar hustled with life as people packed in for a night of entertainment. It was the routine for a few months now: the first Friday of every month, the bar you worked at was graced by the town’s new favorite performer. Before that, it was usually more quiet; some nights you just barely made enough to cover your rent. But since a mysterious yet handsome man with his guitar started showing up, crowds started to form to see him perform.

“Hey there sweetheart,” the man you only knew as Tommy greeted you with a bright smile and a subtle wink, “Ready for another Friday night show?”

“Tommy,” you breathed with a grin, “You know I always look forward to the first Friday now,” you gestured to the quickly filling bar, “Best night of the month for us!”

Tommy flashed you a charming smile. He hadn’t meant for this routine to start. As he cradled his beloved guitar in his hands, he thought about how the odds brought him here.

To you.

He loved playing guitar and singing for people, but at the same time it was something he wanted to keep close to himself. It was a secret that he even performed, not even Joel and Sarah knew about it. That was why Tommy traveled hours away and only played in places where no one knew him.

His plan worked for a long time. Tommy would drive out in a random direction on Friday nights after work until he was sure he was far enough to avoid anyone he could possibly know. The smaller and less crowded the bar, the better. It was his way of having it both ways: keeping his secret and playing his heart out on stage.

But then he found himself here. From the moment he walked in the door and you caught his eye, Tommy knew this was different. Something about you just drew him in and he was hooked even before he spoke a single word to you. And when he played that first night, he felt like it was singing for you and you alone.

As luck would have it, however, a large bachelorette party wandered in and the bar was suddenly packed in with people eager to hear him play. Even when he was done, the crowd chanted for more. So, before he left that night, the owner of the bar struck a deal with Tommy that he would come on the first Friday of every month. And between the overly generous pay and the chance to see you constantly, Tommy couldn’t turn it down.

“Well,” Tommy cleared his throat as he realized he was staring at you while lost in thought, “I’m always happy to see my favorite bartender again.” He couldn’t help but flirt with you a bit.

The way your smile lit up your face made Tommy’s heart flutter in his chest and your eyes darted from his face down to the bar a few times, “I’m always happy to see my favorite dive bar rockstar again,” you quipped back playfully as you grabbed a bottle of liquor and a mixer and made Tommy’s drink before he even had to ask, “Whiskey sour,” you slid it to him.

“Thanks sweetheart,” Tommy took the glass from you and his fingertips lingered against yours for just a moment longer than necessary. But he couldn’t help the way he just wanted to hold you and keep you close. With a nod, he left some money on the counter for his drink and turned to leave.

“Tommy,” you called out to him. When he turned around, you tossed a water bottle at him, which he caught seamlessly, “On the house. Gotta keep hydrated too,” you threw him a wink as well.

Tommy felt his chest tighten, but he fought to keep it hidden, “Thanks sweetheart,” he repeated himself as he cheered you with the water bottle and went to get set up.

From the moment Tommy hit the tiny stage, the crowd cheered loudly, excited to see their favorite local performer once more. People rushed to get their drinks before he started playing, which made you busy until the first note rang through the air. Just as everyone else in the room was captivated by Tommy’s guitar and soulful singing voice, so were you. When you got a lull in drink orders, you leaned against the bar and just watched with a wistful look in your eyes.

He mostly played acoustic covers of songs from the 70s, 80s and 90s. Some nights, a drummer and second guitarist joined him, but tonight, Tommy was solo. The way Tommy sang from his heart mesmerized you. The way the spotlight hit his face showed the way he furrowed his brows from the emotions he felt in the songs. And the way his fingers nimbly played the guitar set your imagination ablaze.

But it wasn’t until he sang Aerosmith’s Dream On that you felt your heart flutter in your chest. The chords seemed to convey the exact way he felt and the passion in his voice when he belted the chorus enchanted you. It felt like everyone in the bar felt the same way too since no one seemed to move for the entirety of the song.

When that song was over, Tommy took a quick break for a sip of water and to speak to the crowd, “Thank y’all for coming out tonight!”

The crowd cheered and chanted his name.

“Alright alright,” Tommy’s cheeks flushed in a limelight as he calmed the crowd, “Special shout out to Miss Rae, the lovely owner who lets me come back again and again,” he gestured to your boss who stood at the end of the bar as the spotlight shined on her for a moment for her to wave before it went back to Tommy, “And be sure to tip your bartenders,” especially my favorite one, “They’ve been working hard all night,” his eyes landed right on you at the crowd applauded.

Notes filled the room again- a familiar tune. You gasped as the notes danced around your heart, Selena’s Dreaming of You flowing from his lips and guitar. You were sure you imagined it, but every time Tommy played that song, it felt like he sang it for you. His eyes bore into yours as he sang, and your hands trembled under the weight of your nerves. But, as much as you wanted to stand and listen, a customer called out for a drink and you had to get back to work, the song continuing to play in the background like a comforting hug.

It was late into the night when the last patron finally stumbled out the door and into the taxi you called for him. Busy nights were great for your paycheck, but you were exhausted by the end of the shift. You bid your coworker goodnight as he turned to leave as well, “I’ll lock up,” you told him, “Goodnight.”

A muffled goodnight echoed back from your equally tired fellow bartender and you let out a soft chuckle. But, as you closed the door and turned around expecting to find an empty bar, you let out a gasp when you saw Tommy lean against the bar.

“Tommy?!” the startle was apparent in your voice, “What are you still doing here? I thought you’d left.”

He let out a soft laugh, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya,” he took a few steps towards you “I got swarmed by some groupies,” his tone dropped “Got busy in the bathroom…”

“Oh…” your face dropped as your gaze fell to the floor and your shoulders slumped, failing to hide your disappointment.

“Kidding, sweetheart!” Tommy couldn’t help the hearty laugh even if he felt a little bad for making you sad, “There’s only one gal I’ve got my eye on.”

Your eyes snapped back to meet Tommy’s and you let out another soft gasp when he closed the gap between your bodies and cupped your face. Tenderly, he tilted your face towards his, “Can I walk you to your car, baby?” he asked in a low tone, “Gotta keep my favorite bartender safe.”

“S-sure,” you stuttered, suddenly feeling nervous, “Let me just put this last crate away and lock up.”

“I got it, baby,” Tommy’s brightness filled the dimly lit room as he bolted for the large box that sat on the bar, “Where do you want this?” he asked as he lifted the heavy box with a huff.

“Oh,” you didn’t even realize the trance you fell in from Tommy’s actions. The skin on your face still burned where he gently touched it and you swore it sent tingles throughout your entire body. But you recovered yourself and rushed towards the back, “Right here,” you opened the door to the office and watched as Tommy’s muscles strained from carrying the box of supplies, “Thanks,” you breathed as his scent suddenly engulfed your senses again and the warmth from his body radiated a comfort unlike anything else.

Tommy grinned at you, “Shall we?” he gestured to the open space and waited for you to move, “Ladies first.”

“What a gentleman,” you gave him a slight curtsy to tease him back.

Tommy stayed at your side as you both left the now empty bar and you locked the back doors behind you. He seemed to be on guard, looking out for anyone who may be lingering in the shadows. But, the parking lot in the back was small, and your car was parked only a few feet from the door.

“Well, this is me,” you gestured to your car as you noticed the truck parked next to you, “This you?”

“Yep,” Tommy’s hands rested on his hips for a moment as he looked you up and down.

For several moments, the two of you stood awkwardly as you both fiddled with your clothes. Tension hung in the air between you as you both felt like the other had something to say, yet were too nervous to voice it. Tommy couldn’t help but think you were so beautiful in the moonlight, and he couldn’t take it anymore. It was now or never.

“Hey sweetheart?” he asked as he stepped closer and cupped your chin once more, gently guiding you to look into his eyes, “I gotta say… Seeing you is always the best part of my night…”

“Me too,” you breathed.

“Shit you’re so fuckin pretty,” Tommy sounded breathless, “Is…” he cleared his throat as his nerves crept up on him, “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

You expected him to move quickly and crash his lips into yours. But that’s not what happened. Tommy took his time, moving slowly and starting gently. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and you instinctively reached out for his collar to ground yourself as you surrendered to his kiss. His arms wrapped around you as he deepened the kiss, and he swallowed the soft moan you let out.

Breaking away for a breath, you rested your forehead against Tommy’ as you both swayed from side to side, dancing to the music that wasn’t there. You never wanted this moment to end. “It’s kinda late for you to drive back home,” you broke the comfortable silence, “You want to stay at my place tonight?”

Tommy grinned widely, “Baby, I thought you’d never ask.”

“Can I get you something you drink?” you asked as you felt the nerves creep up on you the moment you both entered your place. The drive was short since you lived close to the bar, and being apart from Tommy while he followed you in his truck made your heart ache for him. Even being apart for the short dive was enough to make you want him even more, though his headlights never left your rearview mirror.

“I think you’ve made enough drinks tonight, sweetheart,” Tommy joked, “I’m good.”

Gathering some boldness, you smirked, “Good thing my boyfriend is out of town this weekend so we get the place to ourselves.”

Tommy’s eyes went wide, “Boyfriend?!”

You burst into laughter, “Kidding!”

“That’s gettin’ me back for the groupie comment, isn’t it?” he put his hands on his hips as he chuckled softly. Tommy glanced down at the floor for a moment before his gaze rose to meet yours and the look on your face took his breath away. He could tell you were nervous. He was too. He imagined this for so long- what it would be like to hold you, to kiss you, to feel you under him. It’s why he kept coming back to this little dive bar. Taking a step towards you, he added in a lower tone, “Is there anythin’ I can do to make it up to ya, baby?”

Heat rose in your chest and your face as your arms tingled. Tommy was right in front of you, his hand ghosted over your face as he held himself back. You let out a sharp exhale, “I can think of one thing,” you shimmied your shoulders subtly as you took a step towards him and entered his space.

Tommy gently took your chin into his hand, “What is it?” he whispered.

“Kiss me again.”

He smirked as his lips hovered over yours, “Yes ma’am.”

His lips crashed against yours and you felt as if your heart was about to burst from your chest. Immediately, you deepened the kiss and grabbed onto his collar to pull him flush against your body. For months, you wondered what it would be like to have Tommy at your place, but the reality was so much better than any dream you ever had. The way he looked at you made your hands tremble and you moaned into his mouth as he kissed you so passionately. Tommy kissed you like it was your last day together, and it only made you hotter for him as you felt a pulse between your legs.

You guided him backwards until your back collided against the wall. He groaned against your face as you gasped into him, and Tommy only held you tighter as he pinned you against the wall. His hands roamed around your figure, studying every curve and dip of your body. He bucked his hips against yours and you couldn’t help the moan you let out when you felt that he was half hard already.

As his hands dipped under your shirt and hooked the fabric with his fingers, Tommy paused and broke away from you, “Is this alright?” his voice was breathy as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Yes,” your eyes fluttered open for a moment as you grabbed his shirt, “I want this… Want you…”

“Fuck…” Tommy groaned softly as he lifted your shirt up and off your body before he broke away so you could do the same with his shirt, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty baby,” he moaned before he crashed his lips with yours again, this time in a more desperate and heated kiss.

Tommy’s hands grazed along your chest, savoring the feeling of your skin under his fingers. When he reached your breasts, he gave them a soft squeeze, and he grunted when you moaned into him. His hands moved down your stomach until he dipped his fingers under your pants.

While Tommy’s hand cupped your pussy, you fumbled with the belt on his jeans as best you could. But when his finger made contact with your clit, you broke the kiss to moan loudly and your head hit the wall. Instead, you just clung to him as his finger rubbed at your clit a few times before pushing inside you. He growled when you cried out his name and clenched around his finger.

“Fuck… Tommy…” you moaned as he crooked his finger inside you, “Bed…” was all you could manage.

“Lead the way baby,” he groaned in your ear as he slowly pulled his finger out of you.

Feeling a new sense of urgency, you tugged at Tommy as you led him into your room, both of you shedding the rest of each other’s clothing along the way. When you hit the edge of your bed, you grabbed him and fell back onto your plush mattress, landing on your back with his body completely covering yours. Both of you stilled for a moment as you looked into the other’s eyes before you both burst into giggles.

Tommy cupped the side of your face as he studied how you looked in the moonlight, “Baby,” he sighed, “You ain’t never been more beautiful,” he leaned forward and kissed you again.

You moaned into his mouth as your hands roamed all over his back, towards his shoulders, and to his chest. You gave his pecs a firm squeeze and you both groaned when his cock twitched against your bodies.

Tommy kissed his way down your body until he reached your breast. Wrapping his lips around your nipple, he groaned when your hand landed in his hair and gave it a soft tug as you writhed in pleasure. Your sounds filled the room as Tommy lapped at your nipple with his tongue as he kneaded your breasts with both his hands.

As much as he would have loved to take his time with you, Tommy felt his overwhelming need so he shifted himself down so that he was settled between your parted legs. His mouth dropped open when he saw you from this angle, and he saw the way your pussy practically dripped with need as you looked at him with glazed over eyes.

“Shit baby,” he sighed, “I lied,” Tommy let out a breathy groan, “Now you’ve never looked more beautiful…”

Before you could say anything back, Tommy lunged forward and covered your pussy with his lips, immediately licking and slurping as he devoured you. All you could do was scream and bury your hands in his hair as he ravished you like a popsicle on a hot summer day. Your mind swam in pleasure as tears filled your eyes. Between the emotions of finally having Tommy and the way he gave you a pleasure unlike anything you had ever felt before, it was overwhelming in the best way.

“Fuck… Tommy… I’m…” was all you could get out before your climax hit you like a freight train. Your entire body trembled as you tugged at his hair and came hard into his mouth.

Greedily, Tommy licked up every drop of your release, and the way you pulled his hair only turned him on more. When he finally broke away, he watched you tremble with the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm. Tommy wished he had all the time in the world ro make you do that over and over again. He didn’t even care about his own release as long as he got to eat your pussy as long as you’d let him.

“Tommy,” your voice broke him out of his thoughts and when he met your eyes, he felt his cock strain with desire. And your next three words only sent him over the edge, “I need you.”

Tommy growled as he reeled forward and took your lips with his own. Evidence of your release still dripped from his chin as his tongue tangled with yours in desperation, “Condom?” he asked in a low tone.

“Second drawer.”

He leaned forward and pulled out what he was looking for. As he opened the pack and rolled it onto his throbbing cock, Tommy smirked, “Boyfriend’s?” he asked with a laugh.

A bright smile on your face lit up the room, “Sure,” you replied deadpan before you turned serious, “There’s no one else,” you whispered almost in a plea, “There was never anyone else…”

Tommy cupped your face as he made himself comfortable between your legs, “Sweetheart…” was all he could say in the moment. He too was lost in his emotions, especially when you were bare for him and looked up at him like that, it was almost too much for him. And when he finally entered you for the first time… “Fuck…”

Both of you gasped as he pushed inside you, filling you up inch by inch. You clung to Tommy’s shoulders as he covered your body with his as he took his time. Whimpers and moans from both of you filled the room as tears filled both your eyes.

“Shit baby,” Tommy groaned when his hips met yours, “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

“Tommy…” you breathed as you dug your nails into his soft skin, “Fuck…”

With a grunt, Tommy rocked back and slammed fully into you again. Skin slapped against skin as he fucked you in a slow yet passionate pace. Every time his cock hit that sweet spot inside you, you screamed just a little bit louder, and it drove him wild. Your legs hung in the air on either side of him as he held you tightly, wrapping himself around you as you wrapped yourself around his cock.

“Fuck,” he growled your name, “Fuck… Baby… Takin’ me so well… So good…”

“Oh fuck… Tommy…” you moaned as you dug your nails harder into his skin. You felt the skin break, but neither of you cared, “Feels so good… Fuck me…”

He let out a primal groan as he snapped his hips against yours harder and faster. Consumed by need, Tommy held you tightly as he pounded into you, determined to send you over the edge again.

“M’ gonna cum baby,” Tommy murmured in your ear, “Cum with me baby.”

“Tommy… Cum inside me…” you moaned as you felt the familiar tingles erupt throughout your body.

“Shit… Fuck…”

Passions exploded between your bodies as you both came at the same time. Moans and groans and curses echoed in the room as you both rode out your climaxes on each other’s bodies. Tommy kept up his pace as long as he could, determined to feel you until he couldn't keep up anymore. When he had no more left to give, he collapsed down and rolled onto his side, sliding out of you and feeling the splash of your releases in the process.

You whimpered as you suddenly felt Tommy pull away from you, but you didn’t feel that loss for long. He quickly ripped off the condom and gathered you in his arms, holding you close as you rested your head on his chest and felt his heart pound just as hard as yours did.

“Wow,” you breathed as you kissed Tommy’s chest.

He let out a short laugh, “Wow yourself, sweetheart,” he kissed the top of your head.

The two of you laid together in his comfortable silence until the sun started to rise in the distance. Without lifting your head up, you wrapped your arms around Tommy and whispered, “Stay…”

Tommy grinned as he held you tighter as well, “Whatever you want baby.”

The sun hitting your eyes woke you up from a comfortable sleep. You were sure you slept in later than you meant to from how bright the light was through the window, but it was well worth it. Groaning, you reached out, looking for your guest, but you were surprised to find you were alone in your bed. With a gasp, you shot upright and looked around. You were alone in your bedroom, but a soft melody that played from the living room told you where Tommy was.

With a smile, you grabbed some clothes and tiptoed your way towards your bedroom door. Tommy seemed to play random notes at first, just strumming whatever came into his mind. You thought you heard some chords to La Llorona until the melody suddenly changed to something familiar…

Tommy played Dreaming of You softly to himself, lost in his own world of the notes of the guitar. His back was turned to you, and he didn’t hear you come in. You lingered behind him, just enjoying the way he played from his heart until you cleared your throat.

Tommy spun around with his eyes wide, but when he looked you up and down he broke into a smile, “Afternoon, baby.”

“Is it really that late?” you asked as you sat down next to him.

“It is,” Tommy replied with a smirk.

“Guess that’s what happens when an overnight guest keeps me up all night,” your tone was sly.

He let out a soft laugh before he gestured to the table, “I got up a little while ago and got you some coffee and breakfast. Wasn’t sure what you liked so I got a bit of everything,” Tommy sounded a little sheepish and you found it adorable. His freckles accentuated his face perfectly as the early afternoon sun highlighted his eyes and smile.

“It smells so good,” you inhaled as you closed your eyes and savored the smells that filled your place. After several moments, you broke the silence with a thought that nagged at your mind, “That song…”

“Was for you,” Tommy answered your question before you could ask it, “It’s always been for you.”

You exhaled deeply as you lost yourself in his soft eyes. Emotions overwhelmed you and words failed you. Tommy shuffled forward and cupped your face tenderly, wiping away a tear that you didn’t realize had formed in the corner of your eye.

“You wanna hear a secret?” Tommy whispered as he looked at you with pure adoration.

You nodded and swallowed hard.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I ever met,” he exhaled with a short laugh. When you rolled your eyes playfully he turned more serious, “But really,” he cleared his throat, “This is the only place I come back to.”

“What do you mean?” you asked in a hushed tone.

“No one in my life knows I play like this,” Tommy explained, “Not even my brother and my niece. I go to random bars hours away from home so no one knows me.”

“Why do you come back here then?” your nerves made your hands tremble and your heart pounded in your chest.

Tommy gave you a meaningful look as he cupped your chin, “I think you know why, sugar…”

You exhaled sharply, “Maybe I want to hear it, Tommy.”

“Miller,” he whispered as his lips ghosted over yours, “My last name is Miller,” he mumbled, “And I come back for you, sweetheart,” he added before he kissed you softly yet passionately.

You clung to him as you lost yourself in him once more, and you found that you enjoy surrendering to him. You felt safe with him. You felt secure with him. You didn’t want him to leave you again…

“Baby?” Tommy murmured when he broke the kiss, “How about next weekend you come visit my neck of the woods? Meet my brother and niece? I don’t think I can last a month before seein’ you again.”

I can’t wait a month either, you thought to yourself before you smiled brightly, “I’d like that.”

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