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Gif does not belong to me.

Pairing: Joel Miller x You (F!Reader)

Request: This is probably so bad to say but Joel with a breeding kink and having babies and reader being pregnant is just like ??? I love it so much. Maybe I have some internal issues there but I freaking love it when you include aspects like that!! DADDY JOEL FOREVER OKAY.

Summary: Joel Miller, the hunk, the survivor, the man with laser-like focus misses all the signs and signals that are practically screaming at him, but as soon as he figures it all out, his world is complete. You - the love of his life - complete him. 

WC: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Established relationship. Pregnancy fic. A little bit of Angst (with a happy ending). Teasing/Flirting. Smut, Unprotected PIV. (Fade to black sex). Joel fucking the mattress and making a mess of himself. Somnophilia. Oral (F receiving). Little bit of Praise kink (Use of ‘good girl’) Daddy Kink-If you don’t like Joel+Daddy Kink/Daddy Kink in General, skip past this fic. Fluff. 

AN: Yesss Daddy Joel forever!! Hello again Nonnie, I’m working on requests this week and this one is ready for you! I have had fun writing this and I hope I captured Daddy Joel in all the right ways. Thank you for sending this into my blog, my love <3 

Hey loves, I'm literally heading out for work so forgive me if there are mistakes lmao, also, I will create a moodboard for this later. Thank you for reading <3

Walking the streets of Jackson with purpose, Joel walks like a man on a mission who seeks answers. You are the mission and you are the centre of his focus right now. 

It’s been a couple months since he came back to Jackson now, the situation with the fireflies has been dealt with and he’s finally ready to live out the rest of his life in peace with his family. A peaceful life that Ellie deserves most of all, and while she has been settling into the community and making friends, Joel is baffled with what you have been doing as of late. 

You joined him and Ellie right after he left Bill’s town with the car, and at the time, the man would have left you on the side of the road, you looked sketchy and he never trusts a stranger, but of course, Ellie insisted. And Joel is forever thankful that she did. If Ellie didn’t make Joel stop the car and let you hitch a ride, you wouldn’t be here today and he wouldn’t be hunting the streets of Jackson looking for you right now. 

For some unknown reason, you have taken it upon yourself to watch over some of the residents' kids and Joel has just found out from someone else that little baby Collete is staying over tonight. He had no idea about this, no discussion took place and no plans were made. This was all you, and he was left in the dark. 

The man doesn’t object to the idea of taking care of little Collete, it’s not like he doesn’t know how to take care of a baby or that he hates taking care of babies, but he just wants to know why you are suddenly taking an interest in becoming a babysitter. You’ve been taking time off patrols to spend more time inside the walls, watching other people's kids and he wonders why. 

Joel remembers you mentioning once before that you were about to go to college to get your English degree before the outbreak and considering you are currently at the school in Jackson, he wonders if you might have wanted to become a teacher or something. Maybe seeing Jackson and all it has to offer has brought back the passion? 

Whatever the reason why, Joel doesn’t mind and would support you all the way in becoming a teacher if that’s what you wanted, it’s just that he would like to be included in the decision making of watching over other people's kids. He doesn’t even know if you have everything you need to watch Collete tonight, if the house is baby proofed and ready. Collete is one and a half years old, she’s walking now and all Joel can think about is those darn edges on every piece of furniture in his home. 

Entering the school building and peeping through the little window in the door, he sees you playing with Collete in the corner of the room. You lift your head and lock eyes with him, jerking your chin out in question, to which Joel furrows his brows and gestures with his hand ‘come here’ in return. 

Picking the baby up off the floor, you rest her on your hip and walk towards him. The door opens and you slip outside with concern marred across your face. “Hey honey, is everything okay?”

“No-yes, well sort of.” Joel fumbles with his words momentarily. You look so good holding Collete, like somehow holding a baby on your hip makes you more beautiful, but he snaps out of it quickly and shakes his head. “Darlin’ when were you going to tell me we have Collete tonight? I’ve just found out from her mom.”

“Are you serious?” You simper, bringing a hand up over your mouth as you fight back the giggle slipping past your lips. Cheeks reddening with delight, you found it funny to see the look of confusion and bewilderment on Joel’s face, but he looked a little frustrated too so you step closer and wrap a hand around his bicep. “Baby, I told you last week, don’t you remember?” 

Mouth opening slightly as he shakes his head, Joel searches his mind for the conversation you are referring to but he couldn’t seem to find it. “You were in your workshop…” You say softly, trying to jog his memory. “I came in to tell you about it and you pulled me into your lap, kissed my neck a little and I did ask ‘would you mind if we have Coco one night next week’ and you hummed, ‘yeah, sure of course’ - you don’t remember that?” 

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Joel groans, burying his face into the palm of his hands. “Coco - her nickname. That’s right.” Pulling his hand away to look at you with sorry eyes, he cringes while shaking his head at himself. “My-Jesus, I’m sorry darlin’, I didn’t even think. My mind is all over the place today, I completely forgot about her nickname.” 

“It’s okay handsome.” You smile sincerely, though you roll your lips together and find it a little funny that he thought you meant the hot drink cocoa. “This is on me hon, I should have used her birth name instead and confirmed with you again the next day or-”

“No-no.” Joel cuts you off, cupping the side of your face. “It’s my bad baby. It’s just… I guess I’m just not used to having a baby around, it completely went over my head when you said Coco.” 

“Well, I know I already asked, but let me ask again - would you mind if we have Collete over tonight?” Batting your eyelashes unnecessarily with the question, a warmth spreads across Joel’s chest at your puppy dog eyes looking up at him. If there was ever a reason for him to say no, he wouldn’t be able to say it anyways, especially as Coco whined and reached out for him with two grabby hands. How could he ever say no to you or a baby?

“Not at all, darlin’, we can have the baby over tonight.” Joel answers with a smile, reaching out for Coco and taking her from your arms. Her hands instantly land on his face, going straight for his beard, and she babbles with excitement. You fail to hold your laugh as he carefully pry's the baby's fingers off his beard with a wince, then your legs begin to feel weak at the sight of Joel gently swaying when he talks to her. “Ouch. That hurt, little lady.” He says with a funny voice, causing Coco to laugh. “Oh, you think that’s funny. Is it funny Coco, huh?” 

The smile on your lips grows when hearing Coco squeal with laughter from Joel tickling her. She’s absolutely enamoured by him, her eyes just light up with glee every time he shows his face, and it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside just seeing them interact with each other. You have been babysitting other parents' kids a lot lately and Coco has been over to your house a few times now, but this will be her first time staying overnight. It’s a little nerve wracking to have the baby overnight as it’s different to just watching over her for a few hours, though you knew Joel wouldn’t mind because he loves having her around just as much as you do. It really makes you laugh at his old man brain for not understanding right away when you asked him if Coco could stay over, but you suppose the wording of the question could have been better, and besides, Joel had other things on his mind that day. 

Sitting in his lap while he kissed your neck, the man muttered ‘yeah, sure of course’ without really paying attention before continuing his trail of kisses. It was safe to say that Joel wasn’t really focusing on anything other than you, and to be truthful, neither were you from that point onwards. After he confirmed you could have the baby over, your focus was directed to his loving kisses on your neck and you forgot about going over the details with him. 

Things got heated rather quickly, one thing led to another, clothes were removed and before you knew it, you were laying in bed with him feeling spent. Sleep took over almost instantly and the next day, you still forgot to go over the details about having Coco over. You kept trying to remind yourself to talk to him about it, but it kept slipping from your mind… and you know why it keeps slipping from your mind too. 

“Shall we head home?” You ask, changing the subject of your thoughts. A sudden wave of nausea and anxiety washed over you and you thought it’s best to head home and keep occupied with the baby. “I’m feeling hungry and I know Coco will be too.”

“Sure, let’s go darlin’.” Joel nods. Holding Collete with one arm, he drops his other arm to hold your hand while walking out of the school. You would have taken her to your house right after her mom handed her over to you earlier, but the school has all sorts of toys to play with and there are other kids there too. The social interaction is good for Coco, it plays a vital part in her learning and growing, however you have had your fill of social interaction for one morning and could definitely benefit with some food in your stomach. It’s lunch time now and you have a whole day, and night, with the baby. You need food - food that will stay down. 

“Hey.” Joel turns to you and your heart expands with lust. Walking hand in hand along the streets of Jackson, he just looks so good with the baby in his arms, the image looks right, like it’s meant to be. “Do you want to be a teacher or something?” He asks, then quickly explains as your face contorts with perplexity. “‘Member how you said you were gonna to go college to get an English degree?” 

“Yeah?” You smile with surprise. You didn’t think Joel remembered that, though you are still confused as to what he is implying or where he was getting at with this. 

“Well, you never really dove into the subject about what you were planning to do when you graduated.” Joel shrugs, thinking his thoughts out loud. “With all the babysitting you've been doing lately and taking time off work to hang around the school, I just assumed you wanted to be a teacher and were looking into being a teacher here in Jackson.” 

“Oh.” Barking out a laugh, you shake your head and understand why he made that assumption, but it was wrong. “It was English literature and I was planning to take a creative writing course as well. I wanted to be a writer, Joel - not a teacher.” 

“Wow, really? I didn’t know you wanted to be a writer.” Joel smiles before letting go of your hand to wrap an arm around your lower back. He places a kiss to your temple then apologizes on behalf of the world ending. “I’m sorry you didn’t have the chance to do that, babydoll.” 

“Ah, it’s okay.” You tut, waving it off. “That was then and this is now. I suppose I could still write if I wanted to, but the passion disappeared a long time ago, baby.” 

“That’s sad and unfair though.” Joel argues, pulling you into his side with a loving squeeze as you approach the front steps of your home and you agree with a nod. It is sad that you lost the passion to become a writer because of the world ending, but this is the way things are now. Maybe someday writers will be born again, but right now in your lifetime, you’re just living everyday as it comes, hoping to make it to a good age before death arrives. “Well sweetheart.” Sighing as he lowers his arm from your waist to open the door for you, Joel looks down into your eyes with a warm smile on his lips. “I say there isn’t a better time or place for you to relight those desires. We’re safe here, and if you ever wake up one day wanting to be a writer, I’ll do everything in my power to make that happen.” 

“Oooh.” Playfully retorting, you shoot him a wink. “I like the sound of that, Joel. Would you be willing to become a-” You lower your voice to a whisper. “-a sexy college professor? Maybe wear a pair of glasses to look even more sexy?”

“I wish.” Joel chuckles deeply, finding it amusing but feigning his sudden arousal from the image that was produced in his mind about being your professor, though you looked just as aroused as he did. He covers the baby’s ears to lean in close and share some of his dirty minded thoughts with you. “Maybe I could spank you with a ruler when you disobey me.” 

“Hm, I’ll take it.” Biting your lip with that reply, you shake your head with giggles of laughter slipping past your lips. You and Joel are just messing around, but you both know that if the opportunity was there, you’d take it. You’d never graduate from college if he was actually your professor, the man is just too damn fine at doing anything, or even nothing at all. 

Carpentry was Joel’s profession twenty years ago and he sort of found that passion again here in Jackson. He isn’t out there constructing houses, but he is here at home in his little workshop, crafting beautiful sculptures out of wood - and by God is he good at it. The woodworks that you now have sitting around your home makes every visitor who comes here turn their heads and admire it. Joel has skillful fingers, he’s an artist - and a pleaser. 

Smirking mischievously with that thought as you both head inside, you kick your shoes off and hang your jacket up on the rack before taking the baby from his arms to head into the kitchen. Joel soon follows after he does the same thing and he gets to work right away. The fatherly instincts jump right out and take over as he opens up the fridge and starts grabbing food for Coco, and for you and him too. 

Finger foods was the menu for lunch and you helped Joel as much as you could in preparing it while holding the baby. Hard boiled eggs, bowls of mixed fruit or veg and lastly, a small serving of oatmeal drizzled with a little honey - there was plenty for Coco to choose from and once it was all laid out for her, you were overjoyed to see that she tried a bite of everything. You and Joel indulged too while helping the baby from time to time when she put too much food in her mouth. 

Carrots were a big no-no for Collete, she didn’t like them at all so Joel ate them for her, however she loved the taste and texture of broccoli. It was an experience you both enjoyed, watching her eyes widen at the little mini looking trees, reaching for them eagerly and learning with her fingers what it felt like before tasting it. Joel cheered when she went in for another bite, then joked about how she’s going to get gassy. You all were having fun together, until you weren’t. 

You were in the kitchen cleaning up when the nausea came back with a punch, causing you to rush into the bathroom and throw up the contents of your stomach. Anxiety quickly followed thereafter when Joel, worrying, followed you into the bathroom with Colette in his arms… You can only hide this for so long.  

“Hey-hey, there darlin’.” Joel whispers soothingly, holding your hair back with one hand while you throw up again inside the toilet bowl. He didn’t say anything other than reassurances as he’s just suddenly become hyper-aware of so many signs and signals, and the last thing he wants is for you to feel more terrible than you probably do. “It’s okay babydoll, we’re right behind you. Me and Coco got your back.” Adding a little bit of humour in there, in hopes of easing your worries, the man smiles when you laugh between coughs. 

After retrieving a glass of water for you, Joel sat on the bathroom floor and leaned his back against the bathtub, gently bouncing the baby on his knee while watching you. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Leaning against the sink cabinet opposite him, you buried your face into the palms of your shaking hands and Joel’s heart felt like it had broken into a million tiny pieces. “You know I love you, right?” He whispers while reaching out for you. “Y/N, baby look at me, it’s okay and we’re gonna be alright.” 

Your head darts up to meet his gaze, as if you were ready to retort and say that everything wouldn’t be okay, like you were about to admit what he has just recently figured out. Joel just beat you to it by cupping the side of your cheek with a smile on his lips. “I know sweetheart. I know.” 

“Joel…” Your lip trembles as you shake your head. Too many emotions flooded your mind and it was overwhelming, but Joel did everything and more to reassure you. Pulling you across the floor, he turns you around and rests your back to his chest, and when his hand comes up to rest on your stomach, you know right then that Joel knows exactly what’s happening. He knows… he knows that you're pregnant. 

“Everything is going to be alright.” He repeats in a whisper, directly into your ear while Coco lays her head against your chest. Either she is a smart baby and is picking up on the emotions in the room, or she’s just copying you and Joel cuddling each other, which you appreciated and got emotional over. “I love you, Y/N and everything is going to be okay because I know you’re gonna be a great mom to our baby.” 

Eyes closing with tears rolling down your cheeks, you lean your head back to Joel’s shoulder while he caresses your stomach, smiling into the skin on your neck, whispering how much he loves you and his unborn baby. You were afraid to tell him that you are pregnant, but doubt, hesitancy and anxiety blocked out the facts for you to see. Joel is emotional too, tears are welling up in the corners of his eyes right now as the most overpowering emotion out of them all is happiness. 

The man is thrilled to become a father again and he’s even more thrilled that he’s having a baby with you. 

Five Months Later 

Stirring in your sleep, you hummed softly and tilted your head to the other side of the pillow. It was cold against your hot skin, cooling you down. 

The nights lately have been terrible with the heat, you and Joel have suffered relentlessly with the night sweats. You are normally cosying up to him, stealing all of his warmth to bask in it, but it's been too hot for both of you as of late. Joel has, on more than one occasion, woke up drenched in sweat, only to look over at you and see that it’s worse for you. Your pretty face flushed red with moisture gathering on your forehead and hair, he gave up with leaving the windows open and turned on the AC instead. Now, the AC is on almost every night.

However this morning was a little different, Joel didn’t wake up with the heat flushing through his body, he woke up with the heat focusing on one area and one area alone - his crotch. You were teasing him all day yesterday with subtle gestures and innocent phrases that just always get him so riled up and ready for you. Daddy is something you have started naming him. When you talk to the baby, you refer to Joel as daddy, because he is the dad, but you tease him with the term, using it as a tool to get him turned on. And it works every time. 

Rolling around in the sheets last night simply wasn’t enough to satiate his hunger for you and he’s being ever so careful to not wake you up just yet as his face is inches away from your cunt. Completely nude and dripping with desire, he had a small rhythm going with his tongue on your clit but you stirred, causing him to pull his head back and watch your face for any signs that you’re awake. He doesn’t know which one he finds more hot; the notion of you pretending to be asleep and enjoying his treatment, or that you actually are asleep and just think you’re having a wet dream. The man doesn’t care which one it is, he just wants you to see stars from his tongue and wonders if it would be enough to bring you out of your slumber. 

Licking his smirking lips as your cheek rests into the pillow with a hum, he delves back into your folds, taking your clit into his mouth with a gentle suck. Your thighs tense beneath his fingers, small gasps could be heard from you and his eyes roll shut from the noise. You always produce such pretty noises for him, Joel is certain that he could climax from only the sound of you moaning. His cock lay hard and heavy against the soft bed beneath him, dribbles of pre-cum staining the sheets as he rocks his hips forward. Shamefully, he is pretty much fucking the bed, imagining it to be your warm cunt wrapped around him while he eats you out like a man starved. 

“Oh.” His eyes spring open and dart up to your face as you moan, eyes still closed but your brows pull together with bliss. Joel knows you're teetering on the edge of consciousness, any second now you’re going to awake and see his face buried between your legs. The man could live between your legs, something primal and deep inside of him has awakened since that day he found out you were pregnant. Sex has been everyday and it’s never just one round either. He can’t help himself and neither can you, it’s like he’s horny 24/7 and you drive him up the wall - sometimes by teasing him or doing absolutely nothing at all. 

“Oh, look at you.” Your seductive voice reaches his ears, bringing a smirk on his lips before he looks up at you. Looking down at him with a playfully disgusted expression, you shake your head and tut. “Hm. Just can’t get enough, can you?”

Shaking his head, Joel looks at your cunt briefly then back to your eyes with a thought. You’re always teasing him with the term ��daddy’ to get him horny and feral, but what would it do to you? Just thinking about the reaction you may have was enough to fuel his next words. “I can’t get enough of your pussy babydoll, it’s just so warm and tasty.” He licks his lips, watching your cheeks blush as your smile grows. Joel knows he’s got your attention now and he tightens his grip on your thighs before uttering one last sentence. “Now, be a good girl and keep your legs open for daddy.” 

Your gasping moans from above filled him with pride as he buried his nose, mouth and chin into your folds, instantly rolling his tongue across your little bundle of nerves once more. Joel wondered if you’d like him using that term on you, and now he knows you like it just as much as he does. You’re in for a treat because he’s going to get all but a little bit of payback for all the times you’ve used it on him. 

Groaning into your heat and slurping up our juices, your hips wriggled from the pleasure he was inflicting and your hands roamed down your rounded tummy to thread fingers through his hair. You’ve grown so much in the last few months, and Joel didn’t think you could get any more beautiful than what you already are, but he was mistaken. Sometimes he wakes up before you and tells himself ‘this is the day she is going to wake up and leave your ass’ when admiring your beauty. That fear has always been in his mind, but it has grown with your pregnancy. 

“I love you.” He pulls away to mumble how he feels in the moment before returning to your swollen clit. You moan ‘I love you too’ in reply, high pitched and needy as your fingers grab at his hair. You’re close, he can feel it. Joel can feel that you’re about to unravel and so is he. Hips rutting into the bedsheets, his cock throbs with an urgent need to be buried inside of you, but only after you cum on his tongue. Daddy needs to take care of you first, he thinks with a smirk and flicks his tongue rapidly. 

“Holy shit! Joel” You cry, legs clamping over his ears and head. “I’m coming!”

Practically panting like a wild animal, Joel continues fucking you with his tongue and holds your thighs with a bruising squeeze when his own climax came hurrying towards him. “Fuck!” He growls into your pussy, hips rocking erratically while spilling hot ropes of his seed into the bedsheets. It’s a mess, he’s made a mess and it's filthy, but he doesn’t care as you continue to mewl his name through your high and he continues to cum from the sound. He knew your moans could get him off, he just knew it. 

Joel slows down when you whimper, it's too much, though he can’t resist staring at your pretty pink folds glistening under the moons light shining through the window behind him. It’s a sight for sore eyes, truly beautiful and sinful. “God.” He breathes heavily, already feeling the hunger rise once again. “I need you darlin’. I need my cock inside of you.” 

“Well come up here and take what you need.” You giggle softly, parting your legs and reaching out for him. Joel doesn’t need to be told twice as he leans up onto his knees, ready to bury his cock to the hilt, however he stops to cringe at the mess he made of himself. Pearly white cum smeared across the hairs on his stomach, covering his cock and balls, and the bed. “Oh wow, look at that.” Smiling, your voice reassures him and makes him feel stupid for worrying about it to begin with. “Come here. I want your cum inside of me, Joel.” 

“Oh you do?” Joel groans. Moving up the bed to carefully distribute his weight over your body, he lines himself up at your entrance and pauses before moving any further. “You're going to take it all like a good girl ‘cause daddy’s got a lot more to give.” 

“Yes sir.” You nod, biting your lip with a contented sparkle in your eyes. Your mouth falls open when he pushes forward carefully, inserting the tip inside then reaching halfway until finally, he reaches the base. Heavy balls pressed into your ass cheeks, Joel twitches inside of you and leans down to kiss you on the lips, swallowing your moans when he pulls his hips back to thrust back home again. The rhythm he chose was made up of short thrusts, deep and punishingly slow. 

Your hands roam his shoulders and chest, admiring the skin and strength of the man you love dearly. There's no other person on this planet that you’d wish to have a baby with. Joel means everything to you, he is everything to you. When you’re with him, you are home. 

Joel and his baby in your stomach is your home. 

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⭑ in which Mayor Rachel Harris never walked in on Kenny and Maxine…

Faces so close to one another, Kenny could no longer resist having Maxine so close, without reaching out to feel her. Pulling her into a kiss, he then moved her onto her back, their hands caressing and holding onto one another. Not wasting any more time, he spread her thighs to rest himself between them. With no protest, she wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting to keep him close. With a soft groan, he opened his eyes and lifted her back up and onto his lap, both now grinding against each other whilst tearing off each other's shirts. After sharing once again another kiss, they pulled apart when Kenny could feel Maxine tugging at his belt. Immediately understanding what she wanted, he tugged at her belt as well, both now frantically rushing to get the barriers out of their way. Once they'd finally undone them to tug their pants down enough, he pushed her back down and onto the floor, hands running over her body.

"Max.." He exhaled into her neck, earning a soft huff from the other. Making his way down her body with his tongue, her hands caressed his soft brown hair. Now down by her jeans, he pulled them off fully and tossed them aside, eyelids heavy with lust as he looked up at her. He tugged down her panties, wanting to waste no time in making her feel good. Dragging her closer to him, he bit his lip slightly at the sight of her beneath him. Simply admiring.

Leaning down, he lifted her thighs, gripping them as he spread them to dive down into her warm, wetness. Working his tongue, Maxine gripped onto his hair, as if attempting to push him away from the overwhelming sensation. Though she didn't protest with her own words, she couldn't handle it, attempting to clench her thighs shut. Looking up at her, he smiled at the sight of her overwhelmed expression, exhaling in the process. Squirming, she shook her head at him, and obliging to her request, he immediately stopped, releasing the grip he had on her thighs. Moving up to rest once again between her legs, he chuckled as he looked down at her. Chest heaving up and down, she smacked him gently.

"..You think you're hilarious." She said, gulping as she caught her breath. Brushing her bangs away from her now slightly sweaty forehead, his smile never wavered.

"Wanna keep going? Can you handle it?" He asked, the slightest bit worried. His hand wandered down to her breast, finger trailing down to where his tongue once was. She gave him a nod, holding onto his arm for comfort, or leverage.

    "I-I can take it." She said, giving him a small reassuring smile. At the feeling of his middle finger pushing into her already leaking cunt, He exhaled softly at the warmth, giving Maxine a gentle peck on the lips upon hearing her soft whine.

    "…How is it?” He asked, a whisper as he gazed down lovingly at the sight of her flushed expression. Beginning to move his finger in and out, he curled it slightly, eyes locked on her expression. "...I can probably fit another already.” He said, before inserting another finger almost too easily. It was just as he’d said. At the sounds of her whimpers and moans, he only increased the pace of his fingers, making sure to thrust them deeply. Her hand went down to hold onto his wrist, to feel just how he was fucking his fingers into her. Noticing this, Kenny smiled slightly, before adding a third. At this, she whined again, her legs trembling slightly already.

“God…damn it, Kenny...” She said through moans, gazing up at him. He huffed, before pulling out his fingers, rubbing her clit. They shared a rough kiss, before he pulled down his pants and boxers just enough, his length springing out. She lay back, her expression softening slightly at the sight of him. She found comfort in seeing him now just as exposed as she was. He leaned down, kissing her once more, before he looked down momentarily, to watch as he pushed inside her warmth. Groaning lowly at the feeling, he looked back up into her eyes, his hand moving up to caress her cheek. Maxine moaned softly, her legs wrapping around his waist, only pushing him in deeper. She closed her eyes, her hands grasping at the rug beneath them as he moved, pushing into the warmth that was she. She cried, laying her head back momentarily before she looked down, to watch as he fucked into her.

When they’d both finished, they simply sat together, on the floor beside each other as they drank. Beer. All was silent, the two simply relishing in the company of one another. Surely, tomorrow would be like every other workday. They would forget everything that happened that night. One more than the other.

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The other woman, will always cry herself to sleep.

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Why can’t you be good for something?

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Fast Enough For You?- Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver) (X-men) (Smut)

So there’s an advert in my country right now and it’s Evan Peters as quicksilver. At the end he says “Fast enough for you?” then winks so obviously I had to write a smut. (X)

Warnings: Daddy kink, rough sex, just Peter being cheeky and the cutie pie that he is

“I know mum I miss you too but I honestly love it here. No mum I’m not moving back.” You were talking to your mom on the phone. You hadn’t seen her or any of you family in over a year and every time talk to your mom you always get a little homesick.

You’ve always had a close relationship with your family and you never went away on trips away from them for too long. So when you told them you were going away for a while they flipped out. But you explained that you wanted to make a difference in the world even if that meant you would be far away from them. They reluctantly let you move but little did you know you would meet the love of your life the first day.

You met Peter the first day of training and you automatically clicked. He is such a charmer and will do anything to make you laugh. On more than one occasion he would yell at anyone when he thought they were being too hard on you. That’s what you loved about him.

You stuttered on the phone as you felt both of Peter hand slip under your shirt and squeezed your boobs.

“I’m ok mum it’s just a little chilly in the apartment” you turned around and looked at Pietro. “Stop it, I’m on the phone with my mum” Pietro wasn’t going to let up, he began kissing your neck and biting the sweet spots.

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