#Gabriel luna x y/n

[soulofapatrick]

The Feeling is Mutual - Gabriel Luna x Reader

Summary: Coco is getting sick of you telling her and Pedro how much you like Gabriel so she takes matters into her hands and let’s just say you’ll have to thank her 

Words: 1.8k 

Warnings: teasing

Y/N’s POV

“Men are stupid,” I’m growling as I storm into Pedro’s trailer. He just glances away from his phone, Coco raising an eyebrow at me as I flop onto Pedro’s bed, “I have been flirting with Gabriel all fucking week and he is so fucking oblivious.” 

“Have you told him you’re flirting with him?” Coco asks and I just turn my head to face them, an adorable smirk on Pedro’s face while Coco’s just gone back to making his hair Joel-like. I send a glare at her because she’s right but they both know I’m too shy to outwardly just tell the Texan that I am in love with him. I’m not really anybody compared to everyone else on set, being Ashley’s younger sister and here for the fun of being an extra in a game and show my sister helped bring to life, “I’ll take that as a no.” 

“No.” My voice is muffled from pushing my face into the pillows, relaxing at the comforting smell of Pedro: a strange mix of peppermint; rosemary and something woodsy like eucalyptus or lemongrass, “I can barely form a sentence in front of him let alone let him know I like him.” 

“So how have you been flirting then?” Pedro quirks an eyebrow at me while Coco’s typing furiously on her phone, a heart sinking smirk on her face. It has me jumping up and racing across the trailer to her but she’s pressed send and gives me a slightly guilty look. She’s just messaged Gabriel. My heart drops and I’m shimmying under the covers, pulling them over my head and letting out a small groan, “Coco, what did you do?” Pedro’s asking his stylist and there’s a pause before he lets out a quiet “Ahh.” 

Before either can speak they’re being called for, Pedro to go act and Coco to go help go stand by for touch ups. A gentle hand squeezes my foot before they’re both gone with the click of the trailer door, letting me pull down the covers and just stare up at the ceiling wondering what the fuck Coco sent Gabriel and how I’m going to get out of this without embarrassing myself. He’s probably laughing at the message, thinking I’m so stupid and immature for liking him. I mean I probably am because he’s the Gabriel Luna and I’m just Y/N Johnson… I’m nothing like my sister, no matter how much I’d love to be just like her but the acting tables have never been in my favour, only getting extras and sympathy roles like this. I’m only here as an extra because of who Ashley is but I guess I can’t really complain too much as I’ve become such good friends with Pedro. 

I didn’t believe people when they said he was one of the most down to earth and humble celebs they had ever met until I got introduced to him. He ignored my hand held out to shake and pulled me into a hug, telling me loved my role in Lockwood and Co. as if he watches it. It’s a show for young adults and no way would he watch the show just because we’d be together during ‘The Last of Us’ filming like he told me. Ashley told me that he had watched it to get to know me seeing as I’m going to play one of the kids from Jackson that is going to be prominent in season two. The show runners wanted to add a character that balanced out the Jackson Trio so they cast me when they heard who I was and what significant I have to the show. Well, what significance Ashley has to the show seeing as she voiced Ellie in the game. I’m not envious of Ashley, I really admire her and am so fucking happy she’s who I am related too it’s just a lot when people compare us. 

“Knock knock.” That deep southern rasp makes its way through the door and the thoughts swirling around my mind. It’s a voice that makes me weak at the knees and usually I’d love to heart right now? I want to just melt into the bed and stop existing. 

“Nobody’s home,” I call back, that sweet laughter no longer muffled when he swings the door open and steps inside. He closes the door behind him and just watches me, unruly curls falling in his face, cognac eyes bright with amusement and those freckles adorning his cheeks bright against his sun kissed skin. He’s smiling softly, hands on his hips as I mumble out a weak, “Hi Gabriel.” 

“Hi there sweetheart.” He moves towards me, face soft and actions slow as if not to spook me which yeah probably could happen. I’m not great at facing my fears and prefer to just leave the problem to sort itself out so when the problem rears its head like Gabriel coming here to see me I tend to panic and freeze, “So I heard something quite interesting.” He tells me, sitting on the bed in front of me as I sit up. 

“Hmmm, yeah?” I can’t keep the slight shake from my voice when he leans forwards, closing the gap between us until there’s centimetres. He smells like coffee and cedar wood and it’s so intoxicating, I can’t get enough of it.

“Yeah,” He breathes, those dark eyes flicking down to my lips and back up to meet my gaze, “Is it true?” I don’t trust my voice so I just nod and look away, feeling my cheeks heat up but those long delicate fingers catch my chin so I have no choice but to watch him again. His cheeks are just as read as he leans even closer, stopping when his lips are almost brushing mine, giving me the opportunity to pull away if he’s wrong which he’s most definitely not. In a rare moment of confidence I surge forwards, closing the gap and a small sound escaping when his lips move against mine. It’s soft and pulling, his hand cupping my cheek and thumb rubbing soothingly over my cheekbone, drawing me closer. I’m sliding onto his lap and his other hand is migrating to my hips as we separate for air, his thumb never stopping its soothing gesture, “I’m glad it’s true.” 

“Really?” 

“Would I be kissing you if I didn’t?” He raises an eyebrow at me and I just grumble, burying my face in the crook of his neck, face feeling like it might set fire to itself. His shirt is silky against my cheek, fitting him perfectly so I can feel the strong muscles under it, “Hey sweet girl, there’s no need to be shy around me.” He’s drawing me away from his shoulder and into another sweet kiss that has me tangling my hands through his curls, groaning at how soft they are and he moans back when I tug at them. Fuck. This is definitely unexpected but very much everything I’ve though about. He’s leaning back a little, hands on my hips, eyes dark and lips parted when he looks up at me and the sight has me letting out a low sound as he looks so fucking good. 

“You’re gonna ruin me if you keep looking at me like that,” I groan and his tongue just darts out to wet his lips as he smirks. He’s leaning forwards, lips attaching themselves to my neck and he’s sucking a hickey to the sensitive skin, causing me to arch into him both of us gasping when I accidentally roll my hips down into the tent in his tight jeans, “G-Gabriel, fuck.” 

He’s standing, setting me on my feet but keeping a hold of my hips as he walks me backwards until I hit the wall with a soft ‘oof’ and he’s pressing a leg between mine and capturing me in a kiss that has me tugging on his addictive curls. He’s crowding around me, being that much taller than me and it’s so fucking hot, being pressed against the wall by his body flat against mine. He’s pulling away too soon, murmuring, “I want to take you on a date first sweetheart and I don’t think Pedro would be too pleased if we did anything in his trailer.” 

Shit. We’re in Pedro’s trailer and I was meant to go find Ashley for lunch when Pedro and Bella went to film for the afternoon. Gabriel’s frowning, tilting his head when he sees the panic across my face, my hand reaching for my phone in my pocket as it rings. Ashley. 

“Ash! I’m so sorry!” I answer before she can speak and Gabriel just grins a cheeky look on his freckled face and he’s diving forwards, lips attacking my neck, “Am I-I too late to meet you?” 

She just sighs fondly as I try to hold in a moan, my breath hitching when Gabriel finds the soft spot just under my jaw, “No, of course you’re not, dumbass. Just get here soon okay? We have some catching up to do and you need to tell me all about Bella and Pedro. I’m actually really nervous to meet them!” 

“Y-yeah sure, give me half an hour.” My breath hitches again when Gabriel’s grip on my hips forces me to roll down onto his knee and my free hand is yanking at his hair by accident, a sound leaving his lips and there is no way Ashley didn’t hear it, “I’ll be there soon!” 

“Y/N, who-“ 

“Bye!” I’m hanging up and Gabriel’s chuckling, biting hard before his tongue soothes the pain and then his lips are on mine. They’re plump and velvety, leaving me wanting more when he nibbles at my bottom lip before his tongue darts out. Holy shit, I could kiss him all day but Ashley’s waiting for me and if I’m much longer she’s going to get suspicious. I’m never late to things like lunch with her and the fact she definitely heard Gabriel. 

“Go on baby girl, I’ll be here when you get back.” He pulls away and I whine at the emptiness surrounding me but he’s right. Ashley’s gonna get annoyed if I leave her handing for too long and Pedro is probably going to want an empty trailer when he’s done filming. He wonldn’t be mad or upset or anything if he found me still in here but I think I might get banned from his trailer if he finds Gabriel in here with me. 

“I won’t be back in time.” I whisper, keeping his hand in mine. 

“Alright then sweetheart, I’ll be at the hotel. Room 403, see you there baby girl.” He steals a chaste kiss before nudging me out the door of Pedro’s trailer, a smirk on his face as I’m unaware of the hickeys adorning my neck. His public mark of that I’m his and his alone. 

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[pascalsbby]

The Devil & His Brother

Prologue

Joel x Tommy x Reader

Summary: 3K / Joel x Tommy x f!reader

The day he killed you is the day you fell in love with him. You died in his arms, just grateful there was a God, wondering why he was on his knees for you, holding you, after you spent your entire existence denying his very own.

The one in where you fall in love, lust, with both of the Miller boys. But only one can have you. Right?

Series Warnings: 18+ mdni, eventual smut. Outbreak, Jackson, slow-burn, angst/comfort, age gap, power imbalance, possessive tendencies, drugs/pills/alcohol, threesome, major daddy issues (that’s why you need 2 daddies instead of 1). Talk of death, God, the Devil himself. Girlfriend sharing, cuckholding, begging Miller boys. Probably some shared brotherly words of encouragement, voyeurism, age gap, dominate & aggressive, pet names, praise kink, all holes filled <3, ‘he’ talks you through it, tells you what to do.

Unreliable reader for now- uhhh she’s dying.

“I choked / on such longing I couldn't spit out. Yes, desire is so different / when God bore you hungry.”

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Warm water soothing an aching throat, cold, sweet fingertips from cherry seeds staining white napkins. His fingerprints burned into your core. Deep red in the corners of your wet mouth, dripping down the side of the horse, painting the snow carmine. The baritone of his voice shaking through the pool of blood, “What’a shame. Hell, woulda made a pretty wife.”

The sweetest part of a cherry is its heart. Suckling, rolling, and removing the fine skin with your teeth. Your skull hitting the ground. Red. You’re scared you’ll choke on it, but you don’t spit it out. You can’t. The sweetness is gone and you’ve accidentally bit your tongue.

The splitting of cherry skin, from teeth to skull. Loud, thunderous around the sound of cicadas screa- no, singing you a lullaby. Hips, swaying.

God humming.

It’s darker now, you can hear the thud of hooves imprinting the cold, every single movement screaming through your being. You were sat atop stretched denim over thick thighs, rugged and hot against the freezing expanse of your exposed skin.

They leave most of themselves behind- stem, seed, head, heart- the cherries. Sacrilegious-ly religious-ish. Or something. Had you known religion? Starstuff sounded better than dirt. Would you die from the gunshot wound or the cold, first?

No. But anything stands in for a cross, especially when he’s sitting there above you vertically, heart opened horizontally. He was looking down upon you, holding you against his body. Floating.

You’re warm, you’re warm, finally you’re—

And your body slackens as your brain does too, from him. From the ground, the sky, the back of this horse. Blue, blue- black. The last rising of your chest, cold air running through the sharp pains in your throat. Mouth dry, silent, slack.

Was this the dust part? You don’t want to say good night to the moon, so you you look up at her and make eye contact with her comforting stare- and you don’t blink- because blinking is returning to the looming darkness. Blinking is allowing the night to take you. The warmth from his body upon yours, melting your body into the ground. The moon is so bright.

And she looks down upon you and whispers, “I’ve got you bunny - I’ll hold your hand and you just think about those stars. How pretty they look right now- jus’ for you.” Even the moon sounded like him.

“We’ll be home soon, baby.” He pleaded.

Home.

A scream. Not one of terror, one of defeat- desperation. Vilely testing through the back of his throat.

A release… comfort.

A death.

Your own.

He was supposed to save you. He was like water- quenching and soothing your aching throat before you drown in it.

Fire, warming you- before burning you alive.

Tears releasing, falling, leaving- before the pain in the back of your throat, slithering to your jaw.

The day he killed you is the day you fell in love with him. You died in his arms, just grateful there was a God, wondering why he was on his knees for you, holding you, after you spent your entire existence denying his very own.

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Three resounding gunshots bounced off the distant hills, the thick snow-covered ground. The sound carrying its ominous message far and wide while the silence that followed bore witness to the weight of their deadly intent. Feet, crushing the crystals against the Earth, running from your falling body, rather than to. More than just a pair, moving in the apposite direction. Smaller, smaller, gone.

One sound traveled further, still quivering in your ears, kissing the air around your body as the bullet made a home in you. Your own death tearing from your mouth into the now, quiet, night. Even the cicadas had stopped howling, feeling the force of yours as it tore through your stomach, out of the back of your throat. You rested your head upon the soil and suddenly the ocean was inside of your ears. The mumbling of hurried male voices, anger, present.

The ground was holding you, and it was so cold.

"Mierda,” another beings voice stuck in the thick air, furious at his God. "What the fuck are you doing?”

Their identical voices now filled with resentment, clashed, and you felt like an intruder in your own death. You hadn’t excepted it, but they had. And God was speaking again “- ‘till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” He was blessing you before fate found death and invited her in.

His boots reached your ears last. He was immense, expansive- held shoulders that could carry you to safety, if he so pleased. But he didn’t. You don’t know why God chose today as the day you were going to die… why he was lying about it to one of his most loyal servants. He had shot you. His eyes were the first thing you’d had seen as soon as the barrel of his gun lowered behind the bushes.

You had wished for death so many times, it was almost a relief that this, was it. There was nothing reaching around inside of you pulling your organs closer to the ground. Even though that’s where we mostly end up these days— in ash. Burned, split into stardust. Or thrown on top of each other in endless pits, burned to Earth once more. Entering the world is painful enough. Why can’t we exit it peacefully?

Maybe this was peaceful enough. You were lucky he was here to take you home. Even in his hesitancy. Even in your own confusion as to why he had to take you right now. You’d been alone for three years before this moment. Yes, you were grateful it was him.

It could have been his brother, instead.

But you’d been a good girl, you knew you wouldn’t be meeting the Devil anytime soon.

He wasn’t in a hurry walking towards you, no. The ground was moving under your ear as he disturbed the dirt with the fist of his boot. You had been looking at him the entire time, sideways, face pushed into the dirt where you landed. Your body felt the presence of his before he was back in your eyesight, and suddenly you knew you needed to move. Your mind had accepted death, but your body hadn’t. He could shoot you again, put you out of your misery. But you were too far away from where you wanted to perish. The graves of your family, too far away. It’s too soon to die, please let me get to my family first.

Even God does what he needs to survive his guilt.

There was no remorse in the way his arm slung over the gun, beading sweat running towards whatever it could caress, his other arm resting beside him. He was sturdy, infinite as he rose closer… he knew he was successful in his attempt. His entire figure blurred as tears rolled horizontally down your face. He wasn’t worried that he’d killed you- that was his goal. He was worried you weren’t dead. And that just wouldn’t do.

His overworked cowboy boots were standing before you, kicking up ground into the dusk. His heals clicking louder, shotgun returned to his hand and pointed towards you; he locked his eyes into yours with an unnervingly malevolent gaze. It hurt to move, so you didn’t. You could hear him breathing, wondering for how long you’d be doing the same. At least you were leaving at the hands of God- not from the mouth of a Clicker.

How do they feel dying? Someone had told you a long time ago about how they’re still conscious up there, through it all- taking over the functions and body but leaving the brain to feel. Relief then, probably. To finally return to the ground with their brothers and sisters, not caring if it takes fire and gasoline, and his hands around your neck. You were okay with death if it meant never ending up even further caged inside your own brain. Or the end up in the act of taking someone else’s.

You whimpered at him, unable to move anything but your eyes, so you bore into his. He must have somehow set you on fire, your body scorching and reaching for air as he looked over you. You saw God in just the creases of his eyes— they smile, adorning his warm skin. The wrinkles whispering love songs to the skin they get closer to. “I am moving with you (time)((love)).” Age. Speckled. Small spots turning into stars in a night sky.

His irises were warm, far away, like he’s looked death in face, shaken its hand and kissed it better- and failed, mercilessly. Big and brown, eating away at your flesh. They were so sad, but not for your fate. They were sad that your fate had to be the same as the people he’d lost before. The ones you had lost. How everyone goes these days. He was sad it all turned out this way.

You knew in that moment that he’d seen this before- death. Of course he had. At his age, brows furrowing and light speckled against the darkness of his beard. The creases in his face softened as he looked into you.

He’s seen this before- a young girl bleeding out into the red dirt, fading, whispering away from a dying world. You stare up at him, knowing he is waiting for a response that you didn’t have. Spare me, you thought. His thick fingers curled around the base of his weapon and his knuckles turned white beneath the dried blood and dryer skin. He was contemplating. He was trying to forget.

Your own blood pooling, his knees cracked as he bent down to get a closer look. You felt yourself slipping as his fingers brushed over your skin in an understanding nod.

“I know it hurts, baby.” You may not be able to feel another’s hands, soon. You were weeping. “But I ain’t gonna hurt you sweet thing. Stay still.” The last bit a demand, rather than a suggestion.

He took in your form as your own blood cooled beneath you. He was making a decision. Suddenly, his face pained, burrowing the depth of his pain between his eyebrows. Were you praying to him? Screaming his name in vain? Begging for forgiveness?

He held his hand over you, pausing before reaching you and sinking his fingertips to your flesh, feeling. In the same motion, he lifted your shirt, brushing his knuckles across your side. You felt it. Deep.

He moved on to the legs of your pants, searching for the exact entry point. You wailed when his fingers danced on top of your skin. Eventually losing patience, he flattens his massive hand flesh to you, and slides his hands up your body. There it was, right above your hip bone on your left side. You were going to die. You, now covering him, seeping warmth into the cracks of his skin. Your DNA fusing into his. Your throat hoarse.

He stared down at you for a moment before he let out a sigh and picked you up, grunting at the weight of another human in his arms. He laid you on his lap and you stayed, languidly, letting him do as he pleases. It’s not as if you were really feeling much besides the consistent fire kissing your veins. The very veins that are bleeding onto his lap, seeping into his own cuts- you found yourself contemplating, hoping, there was still more seats left in the Heaven at his feet.

“Shhh, relax baby, stay still. Gonna be j’us fine sweet thing. Patchin’ you up. Gonna find the rest of ‘em then we’ll get somewhere safe, okay? Sun’s settin’. Need you to be still.” He hurried through his words, looking around for who could be inviting themselves into the party after hearing you struggle. He reached for a knife in his pocket and you let out another wail. He winced at its power and tore his sleeve from his shirt, securing and adding pressure ever so slightly to your side.

Them?

“This wasn’t supposed to happen, fuck.” He yelled another man’s name and then he was chanting quickly under his breath, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” He was doing a sour attempt at controlling his bodily reaction to you as you lie over his lap, soaking his denim in your blood.

As the seconds ticked by, you felt a surreal detachment from the world around you, his cooing voice seemed to slip from your grasp, as if you were drifting away from reality. It was peaceful, until it wasn’t. He was attempting to move you. The sun was setting. For the last time.

“Look how fuckin’ young she is Tommy.” And then another Angel appeared. He was angry as he looked down upon you, but it wasn’t directed towards you. He must have seen it in your eyes, death. “We got you baby. Settle down.” The voice was solid and clear, unlike the other. This was the person he was yelling for.

“I didn’t fuckin’ do it Tommy. I didn’t.” There was pain in his voice. Anger. God spoke and you thought maybe another bullet had entered your skin. You screamed like it had and the warmth spread.

Suddenly God wasn’t as he appeared before. His blood-red appearance contrasted sharply with the angelic figure beside him, his heat poured over your being as the Angel standing next to him wept; both of whom seemed strangely familiar to each other, though not to you. Their faces were disappearing into themselves, blurring.

He sneered into you and you felt it vibrate your bones. Looking as if he was laughing. Or maybe he was screaming. Everything, you, are fading at this point. The caress of the sky, humming lullabies into your hair.

His drawl sounds oddly beautiful running from the tip of his teeth, touching tongue, to the hot mid-July dusk; the mosquitoes riding around on droplets of wet dampenings- the sound settling at the base of your eardrum and running like water towards your center. Than towards your hip bones. He looked different now as he sang you to sleep, brushing his thick, callused fingers down the side of your face, nook of your neck, clearing it from the dirt that has already made a home in your skin. Your matted hair sticking to drying lips, yours.

You needed to focus on something- the slick of his mouth, lips, opening. Tongue running outwards until his teeth bit down. He runs his flattened fingertips against your scalp, trying to calm the pain of fading from the world. He had a mustache, graying facial hair. He was haunting.

There was nowhere else to look, his form hovered above you in contemplation.

Gazing upon him was like glimpsing a celestial being. Maybe the sun, itself, coming down to Earth to scorch it anew. He was red. Fire. He was melancholy, sadness, and so goddamn pretty.

He wasn’t God. He was Lucifer himself- a morning star. Light-bringer. Life-taker. Eenie meanie mini mo. He was heralding the dawn.

The other one, who at first you thought was Angel, must be God. He was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. But there was something about the one that almost smiled like the Devil. The one cast in red. The one who killed you. Amidst the echoes of their argument, you couldn't help but wonder if there was more to their anger than just the fact that the pretty one had shot you.

Amidst the confusion and pain, you heard distant voices calling out to you. The words sounded far away, as if you were standing three rooms away, ear against the door.

“Hey-“ it sounded closer now, coming from the emitting light. “Gonna hold you tight now Bunny, don’t move.”

He’s gone, the warmth from his fingertips has set in on their initial touch, burning heat like vines across your arm, stomach. Each bite individually riding its way towards your ears, body, core. You’re put atop something hard. In. Out. Holding less air than the lowered clouds in front of you.

Fire kissing at your stomach, making you wonder if it was from where his hand was sprawled, lower, pushing, hoisting your legs upwards, carefully unto another warm being- a horse.

You were too tired to keep your eyes open. So you closed them and softly said goodbye to yourself. The only words you had spoken, and no one has heard them. They were just for you.

As you close your eyes and slide further into the darkness, you find it almost humorous, the entire story of your death.

Sure, no one told you God was a cowboy, but they never mentioned the Devil was, too. And it seemed a lot more people had met the Devil. Including you.

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A/N: Thank you to everyone who commented on the intro post. Please let me know what you think 🥹 smut happening… SOON! Y’all mean the world!!

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[flightlessangelwings]

“an accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment pass before you crash your lips back against each other's”

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

Word count- 853

Warnings- mutual pining, flirting, feelings confession

Notes- Requested by my dear friend @agirllovespancakes​ for my 4k follower drabble event! Thank you so much I loved writing this and I love Tommy so much!!! I’m so glad you’re back on tumblr too!!

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You let out a heavy sigh as you lifted the box off the ground. Working at the bar in Jackson was hard work, but it was worth it. You knew how lucky you were to have found this town, and it was your way of giving back to the place that saved your life. Normalcy was rare in this world, but you tried your best to make the bar seem as much as life was before the outbreak as possible.

And there was one person in particular that you loved to see all the time.

Tommy sat at the bar several nights a week, his soft eyes following your every move and his bright smile lit up your world. You bit your lip as you subtly flirted with him as much as you could, but you couldn’t be sure if the feeling was mutual.

There were times where his hand would linger over yours just a few seconds longer than it needed to when you handed him a beer. There were times when you were sure he winked at you. There were times where you were sure his laugh was louder than necessary, given you had just told him a stupid little joke.

But did it all even mean anything?

The sun was setting as you assembled your pile of boxes out back. You were alone at the bar, and it was a slow time of day so you took the opportunity to organize some things and fetch a box of beers. 

“Fuck,” you hissed to yourself as you tried to lift a box that was just slightly too big and too heavy for you. You grunted as you strained your muscles and tried again, but again it was in vain.

With another huff, you tried again, but this time it was lighter. You gasped as you suddenly felt someone’s hands brush against yours as the mystery person helped you from the other side of the box.

“I got it, sugar,” a familiar voice called out from behind the large box.

You let out a sigh of relief as he took the box from you and set up on top of the stack that stood next to him, “My hero,” you breathed as you took in the sight of his taught arm muscles, “Thanks, Tommy.”

He grunted as he gave the box one final nudge and made sure it was secure in place before he took a few steps towards you and playfully nudged your chin, “Anything for my favorite bartender in Jackson,” Tommy gave you a flirtatious smile and a wink, “Need anything else while I’m here?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as a pulse of nerves ran through your veins. Tommy’s effortless charm and kind heart captivated you in no time. Your skin felt warm where his hand brushed against it and you fiddled with your fingers as you looked into his eyes.

“Everything alright?” he asked in concern as you just stared at him lost in thought.

“Oh,” you jumped out of your thoughts, “Sorry, just thinking,” you mumbled as you fidgeted nervously, “Thanks again,” you reached out and kissed him on the cheek before you even realized your actions.

Both of you froze as you stayed just inches from Tommy’s face. You looked at him wide eyed and mildly horrified. When he didn’t move for several moments, your blood ran cold from fear. Did you mess things up with him before you even fully had a chance? 

Just as you were about to apologize, Tommy’s eyes glanced down at your lips and he cupped the side of your face. Without another word, you reached out and gently grabbed the collar of his shirt, clinging to him as the space between your faces slowly closed.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long, sweetheart,” Tommy murmured before the dam broke.

You and Tommy moved at the same time and you crashed your lips against the other in a deep and passionate kiss. His hand cupped the back of your neck as his other arm snaked around your waist and pulled you closer. Your arms made their way up his neck as you yanked him even closer.

The taste of Tommy drove you wild, and the chill that settled within you quickly melted away with his kiss. He groaned against you as he devoured you needily. Soft moaned echoed from your chest as you clung to him and kissed him as long as you could before you had to break away for air.

With a deep breath, your eyes fluttered open and you were met with Tommy’s warm and soft smile. The freckles on his face softened his features as he looked at you with pure adoration and you couldn’t help but giggle softly, “I’m glad you were here, Tommy.”

“Well if that’s how you thank everyone who helps you move boxes, I sure as hell am too,” he laughed.

“Only you, Tommy,” you breathed as you chuckled and played with his hair, “It’s only been you.” 

“Good,” he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, “Cause I ain’t sharin…” 

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[angsty-twihardxx]

heyy victoriaaa!!

i was reading thru your tommy masterlist (because i'm just craving good tommy content) and an idea popped in my head.

if you're taking requests/concepts in, maybe you could do a tommy x reader where reader is shy and "innocent", but to their friend (insert random name) they talk about how badly reader wants to "save a horse, ride a cowboy" w/ tommy miller, and juuust as reader finishes saying that, tommy hears it, so he just spends a week teasing + seducing reader, until she does something about it (maybe tease him right back)

JUST AN IDEA I THOUGHT YOU'D ENJOY! 🤫

MICHELLE—!! Your very much correct because I did in fact enjoy! ❤️

Warning: 18++ (minors y’all better get outta here I stg) smut, PnV. Tommy being such a tease, but it’s okay you get him back.

AN: y’all voted for smut on the poll so I provide, come get y’all juice <3

P.s teehee imagine him looking up at you like this when your riding him 🫣

SUCH A TEASE | T.MILLER

Springtime in Jackson had a lot of benefits, like more animals to be hunted, better harvest with lots of different types of crops which made for better food. The only downside, for you at least was how more precise patrols had to be. When the weather was warmer meant a higher possibility for infected and poachers. Which unfortunately for you meant that Tommy was out slot longer than you would like.

It was nearing ten at night when Tommy, Joel and the others finally arrived back home from patrol. Being stuck dealing with hoards of infected, it came to be no surprise that all he wanted to do was come home and see you.

After packing away his horse and gun, Tommy began his walk down to the Main Street. When it came to you staying up late for him to come home, which was alot more often as of late— Tommy knew exactly where you would be waiting for him.

Down inside the Tipsy Bison you were currently leaning against the bar along with one of your girlfriends, who came to keep you company. You were grateful that she stopped by because you always had the tendency to worry whenever Tommy would, your mind would flip through every worst scenario in your head like a good book. But Louise knew how to distract you, which apparently was by telling you her latest late night rendezvous with a particular coworker of yours.

“Okay Lou, please spare me the details. I’m working with him tomorrow morning and I don’t want to be traumatised.” You giggled, the few drinks the two of you drank together were already beginning to have its effect.

Absently your eyes drifted towards the saloon doors, your boyfriend still nowhere in sight. Sadly no amount of alcohol could ease your worries when it came to Tommy, the man was headstrong— which wasn’t always a good thing. “Hey I’m sure he’s okay.” Louise squeezed your hand reassuringly, despite your bubbly personality, she could still see how worried you were. “Now c’mon enough about me and more about you.”

Tommy smiled when the sound of your laughter filled his ears, after being gone all day all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his night with you. He felt bad, as of late he had been gone out on patrol longer than he was home with you. As he walked up behind you though, he was not expecting his hears to perk up at the mention of his name.

“Oh my God! You're worse than me! Does Tommy know about this?” Louise exclaimed hysterically,

“No-no but it's a thing I swear, I heard it's a saying. ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

Tommy couldn’t help but raise his brows in surprise, you never mentioned such interests to him before, his sweet innocent baby had a dirty little secret.

His mind instantly flooded him with images of you bucking your hips on top of him, his hands gripping on your warm velvet skin. The moans that would fall out of your mouth as you rolled on top of him as you reached your orgasm.

“Hey Tommy!” Louise called out to him, her pestilential voice rang through his ears. He returned her wave with a painful smile for the sake of niceties.

Your head quickly spun around to look behind you, the man you had been worrying about for the past couple of hours was standing behind you with a wide smile. “Had me worried for a second there.” You mumbled against his denim jacket, his muscly arms engulfing you into his chest. Everything felt perfect again now that you knew he was back safe with you.

"Sorry darlin.” He spoke softly as he kissed your hair, taking in your scent. A quiet groan falling from his mouth but luckily for him it was far too loud for you to hear. Tommy really couldn’t believe that you were hiding this little secret from him, especially one that he was quite fond of.

Tommy had a plan to get it out of you though, that was for sure.

. . .

You had no idea what your boyfriend was up to but you didn’t know how much more you could take. Since that night out with Louise he had been nothing but an absolute tease, and he knew what he was doing. He was always a flirt but he had taken it to a whole new level. His hands wandered more than usual, he flirted way more than he usually would.

What would usually be a quick peck in the morning before work, turned into a steamy kiss with his hands gripping onto your ass; making it absolutely infuriating when he’d pull away with some bullshit excuse. Leaving you high and dry, it was driving you insane!

The morning after your night out with Louise he got you as far as a writhing hot mess with both of your lips locked onto each other, only stopping to take gasps for air. You moaned against his mouth, as his tongue danced against yours. Arousal begins to pool in between your legs as he drops his warm kisses down to the nape of your neck, every now and again sucking on the soft skin.

“S-shit Tommy.” You let out a broken moan, your fingers gripped onto his crimson curls. Tommy couldn’t help the playful smile when an evil idea popped into his head, lifting his lips away from you.

No words left your mouth as it fell agape, your eyes looking up at his confused. “Why don’t you take what you want sweetheart?” Tommy whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. For a moment you stood still in shock, never had he just plainly offered up the power to you like this. You had no idea what to do so instead you sat beside him frozen, noticing the devilish grin on his face.

“I-I dont–” Your head shook in confusion as you stuttered, this wasn’t the first time he had you lost for words like this. Tommy was a flirt, just as bad as he was the night he met you.

“It’s okay baby, why don’t you get ready for work? Wouldn’t want you to be late.” He gave you a chaste kiss on the lips before getting up from the spot beside you on the sofa and moving to the kitchen to make your coffee for the morning. Tommy wasn’t able to wipe the smile off his face as he thought about how wet you’d be all day thanks to him. Maybe you would give in quicker than he thought.

. . .

The next time was a few days after when he informed you that Joel invited the two of you to his home with Ellie for dinner, which you were elated about. Maybe if you were with the company of his brother, Tommy might actually calm down. You were beginning to get agitated with your lack of orgasm in the past couple of days, Tommy was the biggest tease and you didn’t know how long you could hold on.

You figured that he was surely finished with whatever game he was playing.

Well, that was what you thought until you arrived home and moved straight to your shared bedroom to get ready, and out waltzed Tommy in nothing but a towel wrapped around his toned torso. You froze because of course you did, he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he brushed his teeth but your eyes fixated on his hands, you wondered what he would do with them if you rode him. If he would run them through your hair and pull on the ends so he could leave purple marks on the soft skin of your neck. Or if he would wrap his hands around your neck, taking the air straight out of your lungs.

His hair was still wet, beads of water dripped from his curls onto his bronzed shoulders. The faint remnants of how close you got to getting him the way you wanted only a few days ago. Red scratches lavished his olive skin like an artist's signature on a painting. A sense of pride washed over you with the thought of him taking his shirt off during the hot days in Jackson, how he loved the idea of everyone knowing you were his and vice versa.

You were so busy admiring the man in front of you that you didn’t even realise his eyes on you. When Tommy offered you a wide smile you quickly adverted your gaze, pretending your eyes weren’t just greedily glued to the raven hair path that stopped at the top of his towel. Your cheeks reddened as you turned to get changed, ignoring the pulsating yearning feeling you had to take him right here. Dinner be damned!

Tommy knew that his plan was working from the way you always avoided his gaze when he’d catch you watching him. He was driving you crazy and he knew it, he loved catching you in the act. How flustered and embarrassed you’d get. You wanted him just as much as he needed you.

He had you exactly where he wanted you.

Tommy couldn’t for the life of him, stop thinking about you. His teeth pressed against his knuckles, his eyes would glance back at you as you would speak. His usually soft caramel eyes were nearly black as he undressed you with his eyes. Those devilish denim shorts that were driving him wild, he wanted your thighs wrapped around his waist as he drilled into you. Fuck he needed his hands on you.

You jumped the second Tommy’s hand reached over to graze along the soft skin of your thigh, the two of you sitting beside each other at Joel’s home. Surely he wasn’t going to try anything with his brother and Eillie in the same room? His thumb kneaded your skin as he kept his eyes on Joel, the two of them engrossed in conversation.

You tried to ignore the arousal that was pooling in your underwear, his rough fingers danced dangerously close against the end of your shorts. Silently, you cursed the hot weather for giving your boyfriend the upper hand. Without warning he nonchalantly extended his arm so his pinky grazed against the soft fabric of your underwear.

With a shocked gasp you turned to face him, with eyebrows raised you stared at him I’m disbelief. Tommy only smiled in return as he knocked down the last of his whiskey, sending a wink your way.

‘Oh two could play that game’ You thought to yourself as you stood up, excusing yourself and making your way to the bathroom. You had an idea up your sleeve, for the perfect payback for teasing you all week.

Now it was his turn.

“Y’alright baby?” Tommy teased in your ear as you took your seat beside him, thinking he was getting you all roused up.

Little did he know.

Joel had called Ellie to help him with dessert, this was the perfect time for you to get your revenge. You returned him with an smile, nodding innocently has you placed your hand in his.

Tommy almost felt bad for teasing you all week, especially with small intimate moments like this. When you were happy with something so small, finding comfort just having his larger hands envelope yours. Key word being ‘almost’, moving your hand into your lap Tommy looked down to see what you left in his palm.

Your fucken underwear.

Quickly he stuffed the thin material into his pockets as he covered the smirk off his face with his hand. He was going to get you back for that one.

Dinner couldn’t have finished quicker, the two of you swiftly say your goodbyes to both Joel and Ellie before making your way home in the dark. Your hand instinctively reached out for Tommy’s, which he took before pulling you into his chest. “Pretty good trick you pulled in there.” He mumbled into your hair, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You feigned ignorance, enjoying how the roles were reversed, now it was you that was driving Tommy insane.

As soon as the two of you were in the warm confides of your home Tommy's mouth latched onto yours, pushing till your back came into contact with the wall. You returned him the same amount of desperation, a whole week you had been waiting—you didn’t want to wait any longer. Both of your tongues fought for dominance as you groaned back into him.

“You’re going to be the death of me, women.” Tommy groaned against your mouth, his hot breath fanned against your mouth. “Could say the same for you, y’don’t think I know what you're up to?” You gasped in between touch-starved kisses, it felt like you had been waiting since forever for this moment.

“What was it you were sayin’ the other day to Louise? Telling your friend your dirty little secrets but not your boyfriend.” He tsked, shaking his head as his hands cupped your cheek, almost studying your face to see your reaction. “You heard that?” Your voice jumped, you knew you shouldn’t care. But a part of you worried with the thought of your boyfriend knowing your sexual desires.

“Yeah, n’here I thought you were all innocent, keeping dirty secrets from me.” Instantly you felt your cheeks redden in embarrassment, Tommy actually heard you that night and your drunken rambles. “I–I didn’t–” You stuttered but Tommy quickly shushed you, “I didn’t say it was a bad thing darlin’.” His Texan accent sends chills down your spine.

“Stop talking.” You breathed against his mouth, silencing him by sliding your tongue back into his. “You’ve been teasing me all week, I think it’s only fair if I get what I want.” The fingers you laced through his hair tugged just enough on his curls, a surprised gasp fell from his lips. “Yes ma'am.” Tommy drawled, feeling the blood rushing down in between his legs. Even though he hadn’t yet admit it to you, he loved it when you took control. Since he heard about your secret desire, he couldn’t stop thinking about you riding him and now it was finally happening. He felt like the luckiest man on earth,

Tommy dropped down onto the sofa, shimmying his jeans off in anticipation. His cock springing to life, your eyes instantly glued to the angry red tip that glistened under the light. Standing in front of him you made quick work throwing off your shorts and leaping onto Tommy’s lap. You wasted no time lining yourself up and slowly inching yourself down his thick shaft, a moan falling from your lips as you stretched around his cock.

Your cunt swallowed him eagerly as you started to rock your hips, his cock hitting all the right places. Once you had eventually adjusted to his size you picked up your pace, occasionally lifting your hip to then slide back down to his pelvis. “O-oh shit baby.” Tommy let out a shuddered breath as his head fell back onto the sofa. You felt a sense of pride, seeing how quickly you could render him speechless.

As you grinded into him the familiar arousal began pooling in the pit of your stomach. Tommy teased you all week, getting you so close to climax without you actually orgasming— you weren’t going to last long. And by the gasping mess that was Tommy, you knew he wasn’t going to as well.

Tommy's hands then clasped onto the soft flesh of your hips, you already knew his death grip was going to leave marks—Tommy was a sucker for letting everyone know who belonged to.

Suddenly you were lifted up, only to be slammed back down at a bruising pace. A loud slapping sounds echoes in the room as your thighs collide with his hips, your mouth fell open as you felt his cock hit the top of your cervix.

“Shit Tommy—" you mewled into Tommy's shoulders as you used your momentum to bounce on top of him. You clenched your eyes shut only being able to focus on how perfectly Tommy filled you up, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. “M’gonna come!” You whined as your body trembled, the tight knot in your stomach finally releasing as your orgasm washed over you.

“Oh fuck yeah baby—“ Tommy groaned into you as his dick twitched inside you, with his fingers still dug into your skin he sunk you back down with a bruising force. The two of you caught your breath in each other’s embrace, your hip still twitching as you felt him coating your walls. Neither one of you dared to move. “Holy shit.” You sighed out of breath, slight amusement in your voice.

“Baby, you gotta promise me to do that more often.”

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[biggestsimponhere]

“I’m in trouble, i’m an addict, i’m addicted to this boy”

Y’all need to make more posts for Gabriel Luna because i love him and none of us talk about him enough. Loml gabriel luna.

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[inej-ruination-ghafa]

BLOODY HANDS ‐ T.M

Warnings: nightmares, ptsd, grief, mentions to sex, kissing, mentions of War, Canon typical violence mentions, guns

Pairing: Tommy Miller x reader

Summary: you had loved Tommy once upon a time and after fifteen years you stumble across him and bring him home with you, unsure if he still loved you after all this time.

Wordcount: 4.9k

You always said you didn't have favourites but Sarah Miller was by far the best student you had ever had. You’d only been teaching for a few years but she was the epitome of a perfect student, good grades, always polite, hands her homework in on time and participates in the lesson.

The 9 year old would stay an hour late at school some days due to her fathers construction business taking up his time and since it was winter and getting darker, he didn’t want her walking the Texas streets alone. You didn't mind the company as you marked your papers, the girl reading to herself and finishing off work for other teachers.

You checked your watch, tapping it twice when it slowed slightly before you looked up at the clock on the wall and noticed it was a few minutes past the time that her father would usually pick her up.

Joel Miller was a single father working a construction business with his brother who was only 5 years younger than him but still living at home. The mothers at school always gawked over him and you couldn’t deny he was attractive with that mysterious air to him and those soft brown eyes that everyone fawned over.

You never usually minded Sarah staying a little later if he was running late, you understood how difficult it must be for him but you did have places to be, you couldn’t babysit Sarah forever.

“Sarah, do you want to grab your bag? Your father will be here soon,” you said and she nodded, placing her book back down on her desk and walking towards the other room to grab it.

You walked over to the window, peeking through the blinds as you searched the parking lot for the Millers SUV but when you didn't see it, you looked back up at the clock with a sigh. You were going to have to drive the girl home and explain to your headmaster how that doesn't break any laws.

As you put your books back in your bag, you heard the regular hum of the Millers car and kept packing your stuff away, calling out to Sarah to let her know that her dads here.

You heard the door open and assumed that Joel had let himself in like he normally did but instead of being greeted by his usual sting of apologies that you always forgave him for, you were met with silence.

“Mr Miller, yo-” you started to say but stopped when you saw the man behind you. You cocked your head to the side, eyes narrowed as you tried to figure out who the man leaning against the door was, “-you’re not Mr Miller,”

There was a slight panic in your voice but when he mailed you, you recognised that smile and shook your head, scoffing at how you hadn’t realised it sooner, “Tommy Miller,” you stated, almost questioning him.

He nodded, “I’m sorry I’m late picking her up, I don’t normally do this so I got a bit lost,” he explained, his Texan drawl evident and you nodded your head, noticing the similarities between the brothers.

They had the same smile and the same eyes but there was a joy in Tommy's eyes as you looked at him that Joel never had, a certain sparkle that most people only saw once or twice in their lives.

“Come in, I’m just packing up, Sarah is tidying up her stuff,” you explained and he nodded, coming into the classroom and closing the door.

He stood there and watched as you picked up the files from the floor, lifting them up to the shelf and tidying up like you had meant to do ever since school had ended an hour ago.

Tommy Miller leaned against your desk as he watched you try and neaten it all up due to having guests. He smiled to himself as he looked at you. He had heard all about you from Sarah and from Joel but seeing you in the flesh was completely different - neither of them had ever mentioned how stunning you were.

“I’m sorry again, for being late. You must have more important things to do then look after my niece,” he said and you turned back, looking at him over your shoulder with an understanding smile.

“I quite enjoy looking after your niece actually,” you said, turning around with a box in your arms, “And you could make it up to me by helping me put these files back?”

There was an almost teasing smile on his face as he walked over, taking the box from your hands with an ease that you didn't have, “Yes ma’am” he replied, “Where do you want me to put it?”

You gestured to the cabinet to your left, “In one of those gaps, I've been meaning to sort it all out for months now but never got around to it,” you explained, watching as he placed the box down before coming back for more.

That's when Sarah came out, her backpack slung over her shoulder and a smile on her face, "Uncle Tommy!" She exclaimed and he turned to look at her, another box still in his arms.

His grin matched hers and you could see the similarities in the family, all of them having grins that could light up the room and you could feel yourself wanting to smile as well.

There was something about Tommy Miller that lit up a room, whether it was his smile or his teasing personality, you were sure all women would fall to his feet at the slightest glance.

"Hey kiddo, your dad's working real late tonight so I'm picking you up," he explained, placing the box down and brushing his shoulder length hair out of the way.

Sarah nodded, picking up her book from the desk and shoving it in her backpack before walking over to where the two of you were standing.

"Thank you for looking after Sarah, and Im sorry for being late again,' Tommy said, turning to look at you and Sarah smiled.

She had never seen her uncle look at a woman like that before and she'd seen him look at plenty of women. She smiled to herself, remembering to tell her dad all about Tommy's crush on her teacher.

"Would taking you to dinner one night make it up to you?" He asked and you could feel the heat rising up on your cheeks.

"I'm free Saturday," you said, scribbling your name on a piece of paper and tucking it into his hand, "Call me sometime,"

There was a part of him that worried that you would have rejected him. After the war, he felt like he always had blood on his hands but you didn't know that, you didn't have to fear him.

He always thought that killing people in the war had made some God hate him because he was unlucky, restless, agitated but maybe they were looking down on him if he found you.

He smiled at you, walking out of the room before turning around and looking at your face again, flashing you that signature Miller smile.

"You like my teacher," Sarah said in a sing song tone and he scoffed, opening the door with a smile.

"Get in the car kid," he said, closing the door when she got in before looking back through the window to see that wide smile on your face as you watched him drive off.

You had spent the last fifteen years in a state of fear and anxiety, unsure of what was going on.

The night of the outbreak, you had been visiting a college friend in Oregon when it had happened and in some turn of events, you had made it all the way to a QZ. But you had lost so much in the press including your boyfriend of three years, Tommy Miller.

You had spent fifteen years of your life looking for him, searching every radio station you could but you received nothing and eventually gave up.

There was a feeling in your gut that he was alive, like you could feel him out there suffering as much as you. There were days where you wondered if he was out there and thought of you as well, if he searched for you too.

After the death of your friend, you met a woman on the radio who mentioned that she had built a small safe haven with her father and had invited you there.

Tommy was alive and well and he was on the search for somewhere else to live as well after storming out of the Boston QZ.

He had spent years of his life searching for you as well, desperate to make the world better. The city you were supposed to be in had been destroyed nearly immediately but he still held hope that you were out there somewhere too.

He had done awful things searching for you, he had killed people, joined a militia group and abandoned his brother in some search for redemption.

As he stumbled around the cold forests of Wyoming, rifle tight in his hand as he looked for the nearest settlement, he found a log cabin in the woods.

When he heard the sound of a gun loading and footsteps behind him, he froze, hands held up in surrender. He was spending too much time thinking about the past that he hadn't noticed someone sneaking up behind him.

With a sigh, he turned around, eyes widening when he was met with a familiar face. He knew you in an instant and he felt his heart speed up at the sight of you after all these years.

You had aged but really, you hadn't changed in his eyes. You still had that same glimmer in your eyes and Tommy Miller was still sure that he had never seen a person as beautiful as you.

You were just as shocked as he was as you looked at the man in front of you, your hold on your gun faltering but you tried not to let him see your hands shake.

He had changed too but he still had that same smile on his face that lit up a room. You couldn't help but stare at him, wonder what he had gone through without you, wonder where he got that scar on his temple.

"Tommy Miller, as I live and breathe," you said, trying not to break down at the sight of him.

You had never forgotten him as much as you tried. The sleepless nights in a cold QZ bed, reaching over in the morning to feel an empty space beside you were all worth it to see him here.

He said your name, his voice soft and your breath hitched in your throat. You never thought he'd say your name again and now you never wanted him to stop.

You lowered your gun slowly, watching as he also lowered his raised hands and took a step towards you.

He still had that shoulder length hair that you'd always loved but had grown out a moustache. The crease between his brows was deeper now and you wondered what he had gone through in these years.

He stepped closer like he was being pulled towards you by some invisible string, his hand slowly coming up to rest on your cheek. You leant into the warmth of his hand, unable to take your eyes off of him.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked, a roughness to his voice like he was holding back tears.

You shook your head, hand coming up to rest on top of his to pull it away from your face. As you held his hand, feeling the warmth of his calloused hands against yours for the first time in years, it felt like 2003 all over again.

You didn't care what he had done with his hands, the people he may have killed, the blood that stained the skin because he was still yours and you knew it as you looked into his eyes. His hands were still the ones that had touched you late at night, his hands were still the ones that wiped away your tears when you cried.

"I'm patrolling the area, I live in a settlement nearby," you explained, pursing your lips together as you thought, "You should come back with me,"

He whispered your name again and you stepped closer, "I don't want to impose," he said and you scoffed at the idea.

"When have you ever imposed on anything in my life?" You asked, a teasing smile on your face and for the first time in years, the weight was lifted off of your chest.

You didn't feel the crushing weight of the apocalypse bearing down on you because he was here, the rock who kept you grounded all those years ago was here with you now.

"So, you'll come back with me?" You asked, other hand reaching up and brushing a piece of dirt off of his cheek. You let your hand linger there, let yourself feel the soft stubble of his cheek against you for the first time in years.

He leaned closer to your hand, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your wrist and then looking back at you, "How could I ever refuse you?" He said, that same smirk on his face from fifteen years ago.

It was like no time had passed at all as you walked back to the settlement, falling into a comfortable silence about what you had both been up to since you had seen each other last. There were things that both of you didn't want to talk about yet but you understood, there were difficult things in your past too.

As he looked at you, he couldn't help but thank whatever God was looking after him because they knew that he needed to see you again, needed to see you smile at one of his corny jokes just one more time.

There was a comfortable silence and it was like you both clicked back into place immediately, like you were still 27 and 31 again, "So, how long have you been living there?" Tommy asked.

"Around three years," you explained, looking to the side and looking up at him, "I found it after I escaped from my QZ,"

His brows furrowed as he looked at you, wondering why you used that word, escape, "Which one?" He questioned.

He wanted to know everything about you because he felt guilty for not being there with you when the outbreak happened, he should have taken up your offer to go to Oregon with you that day and maybe you'd still be together.

"Kansas City," you explained, looking straight ahead. You heard his breath hitch in his throat at the words and he knew how bad it was.

He knew how awful Kansas City was, he knew what bad things had happened to people there and he could feel that sinking feeling in his stomach as he wondered what prompted you to escape. That's when the guilt sunk back, the guilt of letting that happen to you.

The silence was awkward for a second and you shook your head, trying to change the subject, "What about you? Why are you in the middle of nowhere?" You questioned.

He shook his head, unable to find the words, "I had to leave the Boston QZ," he stated.

You recognised that guilt ridden tone from when he would talk about things from the war and you didn't want to push him on it. Everyone had to find a way to survive in this new world and you weren't innocent either.

"I guess we've both done some bad things in the last fifteen years," you said, trying to lighten the mood.

There was a slight smile on his face as he looked at you, "I guess so," he said.

"How's Joel and Sarah?" You asked. It was a question that had been burning on your chest since you saw him alone.

His silence made your heart sink in your chest, "Joel hates me and Sarah, she's," he explained, his voice trailing off at the end at that was answer enough for you.

You took a deep breath, shaking your head as you thought about what had happened to her but you didn't want to think too much about it, think about that little girl being victim to this new world.

"I'm sorry Tommy," you said, your hand coming down to grab his and squeeze it slightly in reassurance.

He hadn't had someone look out for him like you had ever since the outbreak, had someone touch him like that and just know him since 2003. Just to feel your touch against his made shivers run down his spine.

Tommy look over at you, squeezing your hand back, "He was never the same after that, never quite as human," he explained and you thought about that joyful man you knew becoming reclusive and lonely, "How have you been?"

"Fine, I taught at a Fedra school for a while so," you said, chuckling to yourself as you thought about how absurd it was. You both knew how awful the Fedra schools were, how they indoctrinated people but you wanted to clear up any assumptions he had of you, "I know, pretty awful of me but I had to do what I had to do to survive. I now teach local kids,"

"You were always the best teacher," he said with a smile, letting go of your hand and brushing his shoulder length hair back.

The rest of the walk was in comfortable conversation, talking about the lighter aspects of living in a post-outbreak world but you knew that the two of you were getting along perfectly like you never spent any time apart.

When you got to the settlement, Tommy looked around at the scene. There were houses and buildings sprawled everywhere and he could feel the familiar burning of tears behind his eyes as he looked around. This was meant to be his future, the perfect little town, the nice house and the family. This was meant to be his future with you.

You could see that he was nervous and you leaned closer to him, "Don't worry, I'm sure they'll all like you," you reassured as you walked towards Maria.

She called your name, pulling you in for a hug before turning to look at the man beside you, "And who's your friend,"

"This is Tommy Miller," you said and you noticed Maria's eyebrows raised as her interest was piqued.

"The Tommy Miller? I've heard a lot about you," she said, pulling the man into a hug before letting him go when she felt him tense up, "Sorry, I'm a bit of a hugger,"

"Do you have any place for him to stay?" You asked, looking around the estate.

"We don't have any other houses available, the roofs collapsed during the snow storm last month," Maria explained and you could see the way Tommy's shoulders slumped in disappointment.

"He could stay with me," you announced, basically blurting the idea out and the two adults turned to look at you, "I have a couch, he could stay with me until there's room,"

He hesitated, stepping back slightly, "I don't want t-" he started to say and you cut him off.

"If you say you don't want to impose Tommy Miller I swear to God," you said, watching the smile reappear on his face. You really hadn't changed over the years and that was the thing that made him smile.

"Perfect, we will get you clothes and you can get yourself set up while we look for some jobs for you to do, I'm sure our friend won't mind sharing patrol shifts with you," Maria said with a smile.

"So, you've talked about me?" He asked teasingly and you turned to him, face burning as you hit him on the shoulder.

"Shut up," you said trying to hide the blush raising to your cheeks as you walked away with him, a small laugh escaping him.

She had never seen you so willing to take someone onto your home before so as she watched the two of you walk away, she knew he was someone special.

"So, this is my place," you said, fumbling around with your keys in your pocket before you opened the door, "Go on in, you can have a shower if you want,"

He looked around in awe at it all. It was a real house, not some dodgy apartment in a QZ. It had a makeshift calendar and blankets and logs piled up near a fireplace.

"It's not much I know bu-" you started to say but he cut you off, stepping closer to you.

"It's amazing doll, absolutely amazing," he said, a smile on his face as he looked around, "Now where's that shower?"

You smiled, pointing him in the right direction and watching as he rushed off like a little kid on Christmas.

You sat on your bed as you listened to the sound of the water from the shower, fiddling with your hands anxiously. It was strange to have someone in your house after living alone for so long but it was nice that it was Tommy.

You two had dated for three years before that day and in those years you had grown as close as two people could and you had grieved losing him but now he was here.

It was strange to think that after fifteen years apart he was here in your house and it was like no time had passed at all even though so many things had changed.

When he had gotten changed, he walked out, towel still trying to dry his hair. You smiled at the sight of him and all the memories came flooding back, of him running through the rain, of him running you baths on nights when teaching got too much.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him brush his wet hair back and you had to pinch yourself to convince yourself that it wasn't another dream.

"You'll be staying on my couch," you said, walking him through the hallway, "Its not as comfy as it looks but I'll try and get a pull out bed in the morning,"

He nodded, "Thank you, for letting me stay with you,' He said and you smiled at him.

"It's okay, call me if you need anything," you said, leaning against the doorframe.

"I will, night," he said and you smiled at him, repeating the sentiment before walking away.

You woke up in the middle of the night when you heard a yell and a bang and jumped up, hand on your gun as you walked through the hallway slowly.

Your finger was solid on the trigger and when you entered the living room, you saw Tommy sitting there, head in his hands and the lamp fallen on the floor in front of him.

When he heard the creak of the floorboard, his head whipped around to look at you and when he looked at you, your heart dropped.

He had tears in his eyes and sweat on his brow and he looked away from you almost like he was ashamed of what he looked like.

Slowly and hesitantly, you walked over to him and sat down next to him. You reached up, hand coming up to rest on his shoulders and he flinched slightly at your touch.

You knelt down in front of him, placing a hand under his chin to bring his face up so he was looking at you.

"Bad dream?" You asked and he brushed the tears away quickly before looking back at you.

You knew how to look after him, you had held him as he cried in the night after nightmares from his time in the war and you jumped right back into that mode, your hand coming up tor rest against his cheek, brushing a stray tear away.

"I've got you, I'm here," you promised.

There was a part of him that relished in your touch and the fact that you remembered all of this after so long but also a part that wished that nothing bad had ever happened to the world and to you two.

He allowed himself to open his eyes and look at you because you weren't a dream. He had been having nightmares of your death since 2003 and now you were here and he was allowing himself to realise that you were real, that you were here with him and that it was your touch against his skin.

He had always dreamed of your bloody hands begging for him to help, bloodying his clothes and his skin but as the pad of your thumb brushed against his cheekbone, he knew it was all okay.

"Just breathe," you said and he did, following your breath before managing to shake off the fear.

"I haven't had this one in a while," he said and you nodded. You didn't want to push him because bad things had happened to both of you. He looked down at you, your faces close together.

"It was Sarah, I haven't dreamed about her death in so long," he said and you nodded, standing up and offering your hand to him.

"How about you come stay with me for a bit, my beds comfier than yours," you offered, a slight smile on his face as he looked at you.

"You sure?" He questioned.

"You're not a burden Tommy Miller, you never have been," you said and he nodded, grabbing your hand and letting him pull you up.

You brushed one of his curls out of his face before leading him to your room. As you looked back at him, he was just as beautiful as the day you two left one another.

You two settled down in the bed, the blankets draped over both of you and it felt like you were back in his and Joel's house, holding each other in the night.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked, the two of you sitting there comfortably.

He shook his head. One day he would explain what happened to you but right now he didn't want to relive Sarah's death, he didn't want to see his niece lying there, he didn't want to have to rip Joel away from her body again..

"Could I just, hold you for a bit?" He asked, hesitant that you would refuse or see it as him crossing some line.

You nodded and as he wrapped his arms around you, finding some sort of comfort in your arms, you smiled to yourself.

"I've missed you," you whispered in the dark, unsure what else to say. How do you verbalise that the last fifteen years had been hell without him and that now that you were with him again, the voices in your head had all been silenced?

"I missed you too Doll," he said, pressing a kiss against the exposed skin of your shoulder, "I'm not letting you go ever again,"

"You're going to be wishing you'd never found me," you joked and you could feel his smile against your shoulder before he laughed.

When you heard him laugh, it was the first time in fifteen years that you had been completely at peace and a smile came to your face at the sound.

You turned around in his grip, feeling his arms tighten around your waist as you reached a hand up to gently caress his face.

Both of your hands were bloody from what you'd done to survive, from what you'd done to get to one another but here with him in your arms, you didn't regret a thing. For once there was no weight pushing you down and you were free to love.

"You're the love of my life Tommy Miller," you said and he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

He kissed you at that moment, the first kiss you'd had in all that time apart, and as he kissed you it felt like nothing could ruin your lives at all.

The guilt that Tommy had felt all these years were washed away and he didn't allow himself to get wrapped up in the idea that he deserved to be punished, that he had sinned. Because if being a sinner had lead him to this, to you, then he wished everyone to be sinners and to be as lucky as he was.

He pulled away, breath hot against yours and you leaned in again to press another kiss to his lips, almost like you craved it after all this time.

"I love you too Doll, never a moment where I didn't," he said and you leaned your head against his chest, allowing yourself to just be in the moment for once.

As you fell asleep, his arms wrapped around you, it was the best that you had slept since the day you two had left each other and you knew that you weren't going to let him go again.

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Tommy Miller x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

WC: 3138

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Summary: f/Reader was in a relationship with Tommy before he leaves the QZ. She joins Joel, Tess & Ellie along with her twin sons to find Tommy, & when they finally see him, it doesn't go how she expected it.

YN'S POV:

When I found out Joel was going to find Tommy, I knew I had to tag along. At first, Tess wasn't happy that I was coming along.

Not because she thought I wanted Joel, but because she made a promise to Tommy, that she was going to keep me safe, and by keeping me safe, that was keeping me in the QZ.

I met Tommy when he and Joel first arrived in the Boston QZ. I was instantly drawn to them. They barely spoke to anyone when they first arrived but I was able to get to know Tommy after we ended up working on the same shifts. I learned about his life before the Outbreak.

But Tommy started to hate it in the place I have learned to call home. A place that was free from the Infected. Yeah, the people in charge were pieces of shit. He then met Marlene and became enthralled with the idea of the Fireflies and their ideas.

He was convinced that they could change the world and make it a better place for us, but they were just ideas.

When he would bring up me and Joel joining the Fireflies, I would gently turn him down as I hated seeing his face crestfallen.

Now him bringing it up to Joel, would cause a massive fight between the two of them. I would end up leaving them alone and heading to my place before curfew.

I would usually find Tommy at my door, needing a place to stay while he cooled off from his fight with Joel.

The two of us found solace in one another. We started as friends with benefits. Then I found myself falling for the charming man who was only a few years older than me.

After many months of the two of us hooking up, I told Tommy I couldn't see him anymore.

"Why not? Haven't I been good to you YN?" He asked me. Him clearly confused.

"Yeah, Tommy but I just can't keep doing this. I can't keep pretending that everything is fine when," I trailed off. I couldn't even continue my sentence.

"When what, YN?" He stood up from his spot on the couch, in my apartment.

"Doesn't even matter Tommy."

"Come now baby girl, tell me what is wrong." He went to put his arms around me to console me but I just shrugged him off.

"I can't keep pretending everything is fine when I have fallen for you."

"We made a deal that we wouldn't do that YN." His voice was low as he put his arms at his side.

"I know but I just couldn't help it. I tried to fight it, I did Tommy."

He opened his mouth to say something else when he closed it, turned around and grabbed his coat and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

He left me standing there, stunned at what just happened.

My heart felt like it shattered into a billion pieces at that very moment, instantly regretting having this conversation.

I made myself busy and took on extra shifts to keep myself occupied. It worked during the day, but when I was alone, the thoughts came rushing back.

A few days after our conversation, I found myself re-reading Anne of Green Gables for what seemed to be the 100th time, there was a knock on my door.

It was past curfew, and I knew that no one should be coming.

I got up and looked through the peephole and to my surprise it was Joel. I opened the door and I could by the look on his face that this wasn't a happy visit.

"What's wrong?"

"We have to go, now." He said to me.

"Joel, I am not leaving and risk getting caught unless you tell me what the hell is going on." I stood my ground for once with him.

"It's Tommy. He got into a fight and he won't let me nor Tess fix him up. He is asking for you." That had me pushing past Joel, not caring if I got caught for being out past curfew. I had to get to Tommy.

But that night, if it wasn't for Joel, I most certainly would have been caught.

The two of us walked quietly and swiftly through the streets of Boston QZ and made it to Joel's apartment.

"I have to warn yeah YN, he got it pretty bad." I nodded my head in understanding, waiting with bated breath as he took his time to open his door.

I could hear Tommy and Tess arguing.

The two of them quieted down when Joel and I walked in. Tess looked relieved and moved away from Tommy.

"Joel and I will just be in the other room." She said as she placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.

I got to work, doing my best to clean him up as best as I could, with what little I had. The two of us didn't speak, me trying to concentrate and him, well who knows why.

"YN," He finally spoke. I stopped bandaging his hand and looked up at him, but the anger I felt towards him came rushing back at that very moment.

"YN, will you please look at me."

"Why? I have nothing to say to you, Tommy."

"That isn't true baby girl." My head snapped up at the nickname.

"You do not get to call me that. Once I am done here, I am through with you. I poured my heart out to you and what did you do? Walked out the door and didn't even bother to look back."

I went back to work on him, looking over each bruise and cut. Made sure that nothing was broken. "I left because you are too good for me YN."

I snorted at that and kept working.

"It's true, at least to me YN. When you told me how you felt, I could just see myself screwing up your life. You deserve someone better than me."

"I should be the one to decide that, not you. Can't you see it has been you since we got to know each other Tommy?" I sighed. I could feel myself getting tired.

"I can do all I can do. Keep the cuts clean and change the bandages. Only light work for a few days."

"You would have made a great Doctor YN." I gave Tommy a forced smile. I was just in my second year of schooling when the Outbreak happened. I help out now in the QZ when I can for the smaller ailments.

I was about to get up when I felt Tommy place his hand on my arm. "You know I love you too YN. Being away from you these last few days has been horrible, but I can't stand to lose you as a friend."

"You won't Tommy. I am not going anywhere."

That night we had our first kiss as a couple with his older brother coming out to make fun of him. A playful side of Joel that doesn't come out that often.

But as the years went on, Tommy couldn't stand living in the QZ anymore and that was the cause of our big fights.

And one day he was just gone. He left in the middle of the night, knowing I would make him stay. It was after a massive fight he had with Joel I came to find out later.

My heartbroken once more. Not knowing if he was okay or not. Two days later I found a note he wrote for me.

He told me that he loved me and that he will be back for me. To take me away from this hell hole that we have come to call home.

That was five years ago and he hasn't returned. Joel was the one who communicated with him. I was so angry with Tommy and he knew it.

When it was my turn to send out a message, Tommy never responded. I tried a few times but Tommy decided to cut me out his life and I had to learn to accept that as I had more important things to worry about, or should I say two little someone's.

I found out a few weeks after Tommy left that I was pregnant. When it came time to deliver, I was stunned when two boys came.

Theo and Tate Miller, I named them.

And that has brought me here to this very moment, Joel was beyond pissed when the three of us joined him, Tess and Ellie, on this adventure as I called it for the boys.

"I am not leaving them behind. Who knows what FEDRA would do to them," I could see that Joel was fighting an inner battle with himself, but he knew we would just follow behind him.

And he also knew I was right. If I stayed behind, he knows that I would be detained, along with my sons. I would have been tortured or the boys of been tortured as well.

"Fine, but the children stay in the middle. No wondering off, got it?" He said sternly to his nephews.

"Yes, Uncle Joel."

Ellie stood between them and held their hands and asked them questions as we walked toward the ruins of the old city.

Things were going smoothly until all hell broke loose. First I saw Ellie's arm and her head almost got blown off.

"I am not infected. I am immune. I have been like this for like three weeks." I had the boys behind me as I looked at Joel to see what the fuck he wanted to do.

So we waited it out and Ellie was right. She showed no signs of being infected and I was stunned.

And the next thing I knew, we were running for our lives and trying to stay quiet as the Clickers can't see shit.

Then Tess became infected and stayed behind to sacrifice herself.

The five of us that were left, ran out of the building. Theo slipped from my grasp on the way out, but Ellie was able to grab him and pull him up.

We watched as the building went up in flames, my heart breaking at the thought of losing Tess, but we had to move on. We couldn't stay here any longer than we needed to.

We walked to Bill and Frank's place. I was excited to meet them as I heard so much about the from Tess. When I asked Joel about them, all he told me was, "they can be trusted," and that was good enough for me. If Joel didn't trust someone, then there is a good reason.

But as we soon learned, they died together, on their terms. So we grabbed supplies and got in Bill's truck and headed on our way.

I sat up front with Joel and the kids sat in the back. "What are you gonna do when you see him?" I asked Joel.

"Probably punch him." I couldn't tell by the look on his face if he was joking or not, but knowing Joel it can go one of three ways.

Punch to the face.

A hug.

Or a punch to the face and then a hug right after, blood pouring out of Tommy's nose.

"You?"

"Same." I might just punch him.

"Good. After what he put you through, you can have the first punch."

"Thank you, Joel."

Joel was furious that Tommy left and he became almost enraged when I told Joel I was pregnant. At first, Joel stayed away, not knowing how to take the news, but one day I came home and there was a crib next to my bed.

I found Joel, standing next to it looking kind of sheepish. I was at a loss for words.

"I know the baby can't sleep in your bed all the time so I thought, well," Joel was stuttering trying to show some type of emotion. All I did was hug him and say thank you and he patted my back awkwardly.

We got to the blockade and had to go around it. Ellie is sitting up front now and I am in the back with Theo and Tate, letting them sleep against me.

They woke up to the sound of their Uncle getting frustrated at us for getting lost in an unfamiliar city.

"Where the hell is everyone?" I asked.

"My thoughts exactly YN." Joel and I were on high alert, trying to see if there was anyone. Someone came stumbling out of nowhere, calling for help.

Joel didn't waste a second as he backed up and got away from the obvious trap.

"Put your heads down," I told Ellie and the boys. Ellie went to question me but the boys quickly ducked their heads.

But then people were shooting at us and we had to get to safety. We ended up in some garage, Joel and I shooting at the small ambush.

We didn't hear the man walk through the back way. I felt something hit the back of my head and I went down, instantly blacking out for a few moments.

I woke up to Ellie standing behind Joel and the attacker, and Ellie shooting to protect Joel.

The man was begging for his life, but Joel quickly put an end to his pleas.

"You good YN?"

"Yeah, just a headache." I could see Theo and Tate peeking out of the wall.

"Good, we have to find somewhere to hide." We grabbed what we could from the truck and headed to unfamiliar territory.

The tears were streaming down my face as I helped Joel and Ellie bury Sam and Henry. Poor Sam became infected and his own brother shot him.

We tried to get the gun away from Henry, but he turned it on himself before we could stop him.

Joel and I moved the bodies outside and picked the spot where we could bury them. Ellie insisted on helping us and I let her, even though Joel said no.

The boys weren't too far from us as they know not to go far. They have been quiet since they witnessed their friend get shot.

But this is just how this world is now. We either kill when we have to or become the Infected.

"Which way is West?" Ellie asked. Joel looked around and pointed in the direction. Ellie took her backpack and started to walk that way.

I dropped the shovel and grabbed my bag, whistling to get my son's attention. They quickly joined by side, gripping my hands as tight as they could.

Joel wasn't far behind us and Theo let go of my hand and waited for his Uncle to catch up. I turned to watch the two of them, smiling to myself as I watched Joel take Theo's outstretched hand in his and slow down his stride just a bit so his nephew could catch up.

Tommy told me about Sarah and that first night of the Outbreak. How Sarah died in her Dad's arms. That explains how Joel was and still is. That can mess someone up.

But when I see him with Theo and Tate, I can catch glimpses of what I assume is the previous Joel. These two have a hold over him and he will never admit it, but I can see it.

The seasons changed and it is now late Autumn, early Winter I am assuming. We have finally made it to Wyoming.

We found some good people who took us and even gave us horses to ride on. Ellie had her own, and Joel and Tate were on one, as were Theo and I.

We rode for a few days, stopping when we could to give the horses and ourselves a break and then we made it to a small community.

I made sure that I had one arm wrapped securely around my son as the people were giving us funny looks.

We got off the horses and I saw Joel go running. I heard him call out a name and I looked up and it felt like everything froze.

Tommy.

The two of them embraced and I knew they were questioning each other, and then Tommy's made eye contact with me over Joel's shoulder.

"I guess that is Tommy," Ellie said as she stood next to me.

"Yeah, it is." I had so many emotions running through me, I had no idea how to react. The two of them are now heading this way and a woman had now joined them.

"YN." Tommy barely had my name out his mouth and I was hugging him, telling him how much I have missed him.

He pulled back and gave me a tight-lipped smile and looked down at his sons. "These are Theo and Tate. They are very excited to meet you."

"And I am Ellie." Who stuck her hand out for Tommy and the mysterious woman to shake.

"YN, I believe you and I should talk."

"Oh, this is the YN, how nice to meet you. I am Maria."

"Hello, Maria, nice to meet you," I said to her before Tommy escorted me away from the small group. I knew the kids would be safe with Joel and Ellie.

"YN," He ran his hand across the back of his neck.

"Tommy what is it you can tell me." I took a step closer to him and he took a step back.

"I don't know how to say this, but Maria is my wife."

It was my turn to take a step back. I looked him up and down and the next thing I knew, my fist almost connected with his nose, but he caught it.

"You are a piece of shit Tommy Miller. You have had five fucking years to tell me you found someone else. I came out here to find you with our sons."

"You could have stayed home."

"And how the hell was I supposed to know you were married? You didn't tell any of us."

I turned around and stomped away from him, but he was trying to get me to talk to him.

"YN you have to understand." I spun around and pushed him away from me.

"Understand what? You got lonely? That you needed someone to keep you company? You know what the hell I was doing? Oh, no because you ignored me. I was raising your boys, telling them how great their Dad is and how he can't wait to meet them."

"And I want to get to know them."

"Nope, not happening. As soon as Joel and I can head back to the QZ, we are leaving."

"YN, come on."

"Fuck you Miller. Have a nice life."

PART 2

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[youare-mysonshine]

so, i’ve been thinking of getting back into writing on here again. no absolute promises lmao! and i don’t think id write for on my block again. however, ive been obsessed with the last of us recently as i’ve just played both games (played both twice, currently replaying tlou2) and i find myself completely in love with both joel and tommy miller. but there’s just something about tommy that i love. both show and game versions. there’s a serious lack of tommy fics on here, and the few tommy fics ive seen always include joel and have him as the main love interest/focus. don’t get me wrong, i love joel but sometimes i just wanna read tommy x reader fics with JUST TOMMY

so that being said, i was thinking of immersing myself back into the fantastic world of writing, trying new territory with tlou as i’ve only ever written for one fandom before. again, i make no promises that this will be a sure thing bc i can admit im not exactly that reliable when it comes to writing lmao but i wanna attempt to give it a shot. SO if anyone wants to send some ideas my way for some fics, feel free to do so! 🫶🏻

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Someone should definitely make a Tommy fic where the reader lives in Jackson and she’s an artist so she draws Tommy all the time because she has the biggest crush on him. One day he finds her sketch’s and compliments her on it and they kiss and it’s all cute

P.s I don’t know how to reply to comments on tumblr. I’m really bad at using tumblr so if you do write this fanfic just know that I love you.

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PIEL CANELA - TOMMY MILLER X F!READER

CHAPTER 4 - My Girl

Author’s Note: Author’s Note: This is my first full fic that I am writing so I know there will be grammar errors. This is an alternate universe where there is no outbreak, and it also takes place in the game timeline in 2013. Let me know what you guys think, and I hope you guys enjoy it. Also, this is my longest chapter yet and I’m really excited about it. I love Tommy fluff 

Word Count: 4619

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Walking down the corridor from the women’s bathroom, y/n walked back to her table. The vibe of this bar was definitely a lot calmer than the club y/n was just in. On any other night, y/n preferred to just stay in with a good glass of wine and a movie, and lately she would have rather enjoyed that with the company of Tommy Miller. However, this particular Saturday night Mia wanted to introduce to her the Austin nightlife and invited her along with two of her girlfriends to a girls night. They started off at a nightclub, loud music emanating from the speakers and it was very crowded. Further into the night the group was having a fun time dancing on the floor, enjoying a few drinks, though that was cut short when a few men were getting too handsy. They left that place quickly and now the group of four now seated at a high table in a smaller, much more local bar. There was a pool table in the back corner with an old jukebox playing some random tunes. Mia’s friends went to the bar to grab the drinks and some bar food which left y/n and Mia at the table. “So, are you having fun?.” “Yeah. It’s been a while since I got all dolled up and went out.” “Yeah especially now that your time is always tied up,” MIa suggested as she threw y/n a smirk. “I know. I’ve been pulling a lot of hours at the bakery.” “That’s not what I’m talking about.” Mia quickly interrupted. “I’m referring to you spending so much of your off time with your lover boy.” “My what?” “You know who I’m referring to. He’s six feet tall, most chocolate brown eyes, and a gorgeous smile.” Y/n blushed as Mia continued. “If you’re not at the bakery you’re spending your time Tommy.” Mia wasn’t wrong. 

After giving him your number, y/n and Tommy were talking almost non-stop for the past couple of months and even started hanging out more. There were nights where their phone conversations would go into the early morning. Almost every morning y/n would have a good morning text and vice versa. Tommy also memorized her work schedule to try and visit her regularly at work. He would come in early mornings before having to pick up Joel and Sarah to pick up a coffee, to which y/n memorized, and then other days he would come in the afternoon to have lunch with her. Joel would always give him a hard time and Sarah teased him about it too when he would arrive with his morning coffee. On her off days, Tommy would offer to drive her to run errands and even helped her with minor projects in her home. Other days he would even wait for her to get off work, and they would hang out at her place to watch a movie or order something to eat. One night in particular they were watching a horror movie Tommy picked out. Y/N was tucked into Tommy’s side and he in return placed his arms around her. “Why did you make me watch this?” She spoke as she looked between her fingers. Tommy let out a soft chuckle when she flinched at a jump scare as he spoke, “Sorry darlin’. I’ll protect you.” Tommy held her closer and she shifted in her position so that she was now hiding her face in his neck. Tommy shifted slightly as her breath tickled his neck. At this point he was no longer watching the movie, but instead shifted his attention to her. He enjoyed every  and any time he was able to hold her close. Oftentimes it was when they were out and about as if he was making sure people knew she was with him even though they were just friends. Just friends, he thought. He was pulled from his thoughts once the movie was done and she spoke, “I’m picking the next movie.” She got up from the couch to turn off the tv and began cleaning the containers from her coffee table. He followed behind her to clean up their mess but she quickly collided with him. He grabbed her waist to steady her but quickly realized how close they were with one another. Neither one moved until Tommy lifted his hand to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. He didn’t not remove his hand and instead tucked it under her chin. They held each other’s gaze before he started to lean in. Y/n’s was frozen in her spot and she swore she could hear it pounding. He started to lean in, closing the distance between them, and y/n could start feeling his breath tickling her lips. However, right before he closed the gap, she pulled away. “Th-th-there’s some left overs. Did you want me to pack the rest for you for lunch?” “Sure.” He stood frozen in his spot for a second as he let her waist go. Embarrassed, realizing the rejection, Tommy turned to grab his jacket. “I…uhm I think I’m gonna head out.” “Oh…um..okay..we could watch another movie or something?” “That’s alright sweetheart. We can watch it another night.” She walked after him when he got to the door and handed him the food. “I’ll call you.” He spoke. With that he took a chance and left a kiss on her cheek before he disappeared into his truck. It had been two weeks since she had seen him. He hadn’t come into the bakery and always made an excuse to see her, saying he was busy with Joel. 

Mia saw how lost in her thoughts y/n was and waved her hand in front of her eyes. “Hello, earth to y/n.” “Sorry. What did you say?” “I said you’re spending all your free time with Tommy. Is there something going on between you too?” Y/N shook her head no. “Oh come on I don’t believe it.” “Even if there was, I think I blew it” she admitted. “What do you mean? You guys practically have heart eyes every time you see each other. Everyone says it.” Y/N groaned at that revelation but then explained the events of their last night together. “You guys just need to sleep together already!” “Mia!” “Well? You both clearly have feelings for each other. What’s stopping you? He’s hot, you’re hot. Honestly you guys would have cute kids.” “Mia, it's not that easy. I moved here for a fresh start.” “Yeah but you’re also entitled to have a fresh start with someone else.” “I’m just scared, terrified actually. But I’m more scared that I just pushed him away.” Look, I can't imagine what you went through, but open your eyes y/n, that man is falling for you. No guy would do all the things he’s done for you, especially in the short amount of time he’s known you. Guys also don’t wait that long, usually they move on, and that man is also too fine to be single. But from what I’ve seen, what we’ve all seen, he’s pursuing you. So cut him some slack. He’s not your ex. From what you’ve told me, Tommy is caring and the complete opposite. Do you like him?” “Y/N didn’t have to think twice on that and she nodded her head yes. “It’s hard to explain it but since I first met him I felt this instant attraction to him.” “See. You guys are meant for each other. Talk to him.” “I don’t think he wants to talk to me.” “Ask his brother for help or Sarah, she’s rooting for you guys.” “Wait Sarah knows?” “You guys are not a single bit subtle. We actually had a bet to see who would make the first move. So I owe Sarah and EMily each ten bucks.” “You guys are horrible.” “You guys made it fun.” Mia laughed and wrapped an arm around her friend. “Look. Let’s enjoy tonight and tomorrow, reach out to him.” Y/N nodded but before she could respond, the other girls got back to the table with the drinks and food. “So we got a round of shots from those gentlemen at the bar so drink up!” One said as she guided her toast to the group of men by the bar. They in turn raised their glasses before making their way to the table. “Here’s to girls night!” One of them spoke loudly. Unbeknownst that they had a spectator from across the room. 

The amber liquid burned his throat as Tommy took a large gulp from his drink. It used to be his normal routine, every Saturday night he would be at this bar ordering the same drink and even most nights would get home drunk off his ass, waking up the next day with a huge hangover. That was until he met y/n. He was always trying to spend his free time with her and that really showed a “changed” Tommy as Joel put it. He was always on time for work or on time to pick up Joel and Sarah. His work with Joel improved and projects were always done in a timely manner. Joel was quick to put two and two together and even comment on his “changed” demeanor. He tried to spend most of his time with you when he wasn’t working. He was starting to memorize all the little details about y/n the more he spent his time with her. He enjoyed the lavender scent of her hair when he was near her, and his favorite was the warm vanilla scent she had, especially after her shift from the bakery. When he was close to her he could see the small clusters of freckles on her face when the sun hit her face. He observed her face a lot, especially when learning of her tastes. He got to see how her eyes would light up at something new he showed her or when he would get her flowers because the ones she had in her home were dead. He loved that he could make her smile and wanted to keep doing that for her. One of his favorite things was how she always got his coffee to taste so perfect and followed it with a new baked treat for him when he came to see her before work. He was falling hard and fast. He was not subtle and always got teased by his brother and niece. However, since that last night he saw her, he realized as if it was one sided. Her rejection really made him question if he was good enough and he started falling back to his old ways. He felt even more horrible when he made an excuse to see her. He knew he was being harsh on her and he wanted nothing more than to be around her but his pride got in the way. 

He took another swig of his drink and ordered another one when the bartender picked up his empty glass. He was seated in a corner, observing the group of women from across the room, mainly y/n. He spotted her when she first walked in and boy did he feel like he stopped breathing. She was wearing a black, mini dress that hit her mid thigh with a pair of black strappy heels. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and he could see the few beads of sweat that form on her neck from the Texas heat. His fingers twitched as he grasped the glass in his hand. The way she was dressed was very different from what he was used to seeing. She looked even more beautiful than what she already was. It pinged a feeling of almost jealousy as to why she was dressed that way for others to see and not just him. When she took a seat at their table her dress rose slightly and he was forced to take another gulp of his drink. What he would give to run his hands on her smooth thighs and ghost his fingers on her neck. He wanted to take her hair clip off and run his hands through her hair. He wanted her and he wanted to make her writhe under his touch. He wanted to grant her everything and yet it was as if he wasn’t allowed to touch her, which made him want her more. His thoughts were soon interrupted when he heard cheers come from the table. He observed the way one invited a group of men from the bar to their table. The gentlemen stood around and started ordering drinks again. The two other girls, who he didn’t know, were definitely more inclined in accepting the drinks. He observed y/n shake her head, to what he assumed, decline a drink from one of the men standing too close to her. He saw her get up from her seat the moment the man in question placed his hand on her shoulder. He could see she was uncomfortable because she instantly shrugged his hand off. The man then placed his hand on the small of her back, causing y/n to quickly stand. She whispered something to Mia and then walked off to the jukebox. He noticed the man move from their table over to y/n. She was stalling until the guy she was trying to create distance from met her at the jukebox, almost blocking her in. Tommy could see how the man placed his arm around her to encase her in and then moved it to her waist, gripping it to move her close to him. 

Tommy’s protective instinct kicked in and quickly rose from his seat walking over to the pair, observing how uncomfortable she was being. He knew it was from the alcohol but also because of how much he cared for her. 

“Please. Don’t touch me.” Y/N spoke timidly. She was able to get out of his grip but he was towering over her. “What’s the matter sweetheart? I just want to get to know you.” Sweetheart. She hated how it sounded from him. It wasn’t genuine like Tommy said it to her. When he said it he said it with an endearing tone, with meaning. The man before her tainted it. When he touched her she felt dirty. His hands were clammy and his cologne made it worse. She again tried to maneuver around him but at this point he was not budging. He encased her in, her back against the jukebox, with each arm on either side of her. He was starting to lean forward and that caused her to shut her eyes, however, nothing ended up happening. A voice she grew to enjoy sounded behind the pair. “Is there a problem here?” The man before her moved from his position and it gave her a full view of her savior. Tommy Miller, her savior, stood before them and she could have not been more relieved. She didn’t want to move in fear that it was just her imagining him until she heard the man speak up. “Excuse me?” “I asked if there was a problem?” “Look buddy this doesn’t concern you.” “It does if she’s involved.” “What are you? Her boyfriend?” The man now had his full back turned to y/n and approached Tommy. “I can see by your silence you’re not so just leave us alone.” “I’ll leave you alone but she’s coming with me. C’mon y/n.” She started to move from behind but was stopped when the man grabbed her arm roughly, causing her to stumble and almost fall to the ground. At that Tommy saw red. “Don’t touch her!” He stated as he grabbed the man by the shirt. That’s when all hell broke loose. The man threw a punch to Tommy who quickly dodged it and Tommy threw a punch at the man, hitting him straight on the nose. The man recovered quickly and threw a punch at Tommy’s jaw.   Before Tommy could land a second punch two sets of arms pulled Tommy apart and held him. The guy’s buddies held Tommy as the man got up from the floor and punched Tommy on the side of his face then his stomach. He threw another punch and Tommy ducked, causing the man to hit one of his friends holding Tommy. Tommy got out of his grasp, punched the second guy holding him, and then threw one more punch to the main guy, sending him to the floor. All the while Mia was trying to hold y/n who was trying to get near Tommy. The bouncers finally got to the scene and started to grab at Tommy when y/n got in between. “Please no. He was helping me. That guy,” she said pointing to the one on the floor with a bloody nose, “was grabbing me inappropriately. We’ll leave.” One of the bartenders then came over and spoke to the bouncers vouching for Tommy. The bouncers proceeded to escort the men out of the bar before one spoke to Tommy, “You guys gotta leave for the night.” The pair nodded and Tommy went to the bar to pay for his tab while y/n went to her group of friends. “I’m gonna go with him. I’ll text you when I get home. Sorry for ruining girls' night.” Y/N hugged her friends goodnight feeling really guilty for how the night turned out. “Don’t worry about it. We’re happy you’re okay. I’ll text you.” Y/N paid for her drinks, said her farewell, and ran after Tommy.

“Tommy! Wait!” “What’re you doing y/n. You should be with your friends.” “I came to see if you were okay.” She spoke, nervously and out of breath. “I’m fine. You can go back to them.” Wanting to stay with him, she shook her head no. “They’re going somewhere else. I’m gonna head home actually.” Before she could finish, Tommy spoke. “C’mon then I’ll take you home.” She didn’t say anything and just followed him to his truck. Once at the truck Tommy helped her in before getting in on the driver side. Neither one of them said anything on the drive back to her place. It felt truly agonizing at the uncomfortable silence and it was starting to feel like they were strangers meeting for the first time. The entire time she was trying to come up with a way to make small talk but nothing came up. Your thoughts were soon interrupted when he spoke up. “We’re here.” “Thank you for the ride.” She replied as she stared at him. Stared forward not looking at her and she let out a frustrated sigh. She unbuckled her seatbelt and quickly stepped out of the truck. She knew it was now or never. Before she closed the door she spoke, “If this is how you’re gonna act then you should have left me to fend for myself.” She didn’t give him enough time to respond because she closed his door and walked up her driveway towards her front door. “Y/N wait!” He shouted as he got out of his truck. “Y/N please. Just listen….” “Why? Give me good reason to listen to your excuse.” At this point she turned around and looked at him. It broke him because he saw her eyes glossy for the first time. “You know what Tommy just go home.” She turned back around and started fumbling with her keys. “I’m sorry! Please, I just want to know if you're okay.” “Okay? Okay? Tommy, I'm not okay. How can I be okay when the person I care about started making excuses to see me. How can I be okay when the person I care about stopped taking my calls. How can I be okay when the person I care about stopped seeing me without an explanation.” “You care about me?” “Of course I do. I was just scared because I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we were creating.” What she didn’t expect was the laugh that came out of Tommy. “Are you mocking Tommy Miller?” He didn’t speak but instead approached her and held her face in his hands. He took in how sad her eyes looked with genuine concern behind her stare. “I would never. I was laughing at how stupid of a man I am. You have no idea how good it feels to know you care for me. I always thought, no, I still think you are too good for a man like me.” He admitted as he rested his forehead against hers. She could feel his breath tickling her upper lip. She didn’t want to wait any longer and closed the gap herself. His lips were soft on hers and she felt his hands move down to her waist. She let out a soft gasp when he gave her a gentle squeeze. That allowed him to swipe his tongue on her lower lip before tangling with hers. She let out a low moan and she deepened the kiss when he brought her body flushed against his. However, he quickly pulled away with a hiss, holding his jaw. “I’m sorry..” she spoke quickly but he shook his head. “It’s not your fault sweetheart.” Sweetheart. There it was. The word she grew to enjoy every time he called her that. “It technically was my fault. You were there defending me.” She spoke softly looking up at him through her lashes. She took his hand and pulled him through her front door. “Let me patch you up.”

Once inside she discarded her shoes quickly and pulled him to her kitchen. She sat him down in her chair and she ran to her bathroom to grab her first aid kit. After retrieving her kit she began to work on the slight cut he had near his eyebrow. She started with disinfectant, which stung a bit, causing him to flinch. He wanted her closely as she worked. Some strands of hair were falling around her face and she had her tongue between her lips showing how concentrated she was. After cleaning off his face she removed herself from between his legs and walked over to her freezer. She made a makeshift ice pack with a kitchen napkin and ice cubes and walked back to stand between his legs again. This time he grabbed her waist and guided her to sit on his lap. She blushed momentarily before placing it on the side of his face. “I know it’s cold but this should help with the swelling.” “For you it’s worth it sweetheart.” He spoke with a gentle voice as he tucked some of her hair behind her ear. They sat in a comfortable silence just relishing the tender moment they were creating. Soon the cloth started to dampen as the ice was melting and she started to rise from his lap. Tommy felt cold without her in his arms and rose after her. She had her back to him and noticed a strap from her dress had fallen from her shoulder. The pads of his fingers grazed her upper arm and he noticed small goosebumps form on her skin as he guided the strap back into its spot. She let out a soft breath and tilted her head to the side. The invitation was clear and he took the opportunity to ghost a feathered kiss on the nape of her neck. She had to hold on to the edge of the sink to keep her from falling, she let out a soft moan. “Tommy.” She whispered. He placed another soft, tender kiss before guiding her to turn back around. He bent down to capture her lips again this time ignoring the pain of the bruise forming on his jawline. She let him take the lead with the kiss and both began using their hands to explore one another. He grasped her delicate hands as soon as he felt them start to unbutton his shirt. “Sweetheart…” both let out gasps for air when he pulled apart. “Yes?” The look she gave him through her half lidded eyes was enough to send him over the edge but he kept himself together. “I can’t…” Instant regret formed on his face when he saw her face fall in disappointment. “I want you. I do. Lord knows I do. Just not like this.” “Okay..” she spoke softly as she began to pull away. “Please y/n. I want to do this the right way. I want to take you out on a date first.” He spoke softly, one arm holding her waist while the other he used to tilt her chin up so she could meet his eyes. They were soft and tender. “Can I at least ask you for a favor?” “Anything sweetheart.” Can you. Can you stay with me tonight.” She looked him in the eyes and could see himself questioning the offer. “I don’t want to be alone. I'm still kinda shaken by what happened.” He gave her a sweet smile and nodded. He pulled her closer and held her for a moment. “Let me just grab my stuff from the truck.” “Okay. You can come up to my room after you lock up.” Tommy pulled away and ran out to his truck. He made it a habit to always carry an extra set of clothes after his work with Joel. He locked up his truck, followed by the front door, and made his way upstairs. The soft glow from y/n’s room came into view and he knocked to make sure she was decent. After a soft ‘come in’ he saw her coming out of her bathroom, already changed into a pair of sleep shorts that were barely peeking out of her oversized sleep shirt. “I left you an extra toothbrush on the sink for you.” He gave her a smile before stepping into her bathroom to freshen up to settle for the night she was sitting on one side of the bed when she saw him exit the bathroom and froze when he walked out with only a pair of sweats on. Boy was he built. She noticed the tan skin but continued to stare at a forming bruise near the right side of his rib cage. He grinned at her, staring before asking, “You okay there sweetheart.” She blushed and tried to cover her face with her hands. She heard his chuckle before feeling her side of the bed dip a bit. His hands grabbed hers and he placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. “Let’s get some rest.” She nodded and got under the covers with him. Turning off the lights she turned to face him and smiled. “I’m happy you stayed. I never thanked you for tonight. I’m sorry you got hurt.” “Hey, hey. None of that sweetheart.” He shifted on his back and pulled her towards him so she could lay on his chest. She was careful not to touch his bruise. She felt him place a tender kiss on her head before he spoke. “Besides, it was worth it. I got my girl.” She felt a flutter in her stomach and looked up to meet his eyes, Tommy already grinning at her. “Your girl?” She teased and he nodded. “Yup. My girl.” She shifted up and gave him a final kiss to which he returned. Once pulled apart she settled back to lay her head on his chest and both drifted into a deep slumber.  

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Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder - Gabriel Luna x Reader

Summary: Gabriel comes home from The Last of Us press tour and you two find yourself falling into bed immediately 

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: smut (p in v); fingering; fluff

Notes: I’ve just had Gabriel brain rot from the picture on the right and had to write something 

Y/N’s POV

I settle down on my couch, sinking into the me shaped spot I’ve created from gaming. My head hurts too much to play anything so I just huddle up in a blanket and switch to YouTube, wanting to find something to laugh at like Markiplier but a very familiar face pops up on my recommended. Gabriel Luna. My boyfriend, secret one albeit, and it’s his latest interview for The Last of Us that he messaged me a few days ago saying he had filmed and for me to look out for it. 

Can’t deny I’m a little nervous when I click on the video and skip the add to see Gabriel’s pretty face pop up on my big screen TV. It makes me miss him even more, I have my own acting gigs but right now I’m in between jobs and Gabriel’s off doing the press tour for The Last of Us with Pedro and Bella so we’ve been apart for almost a month now. 

As the interview starts I hear Gabriel’s voice and that southern drawl that I love so much, my heart swelling just hearing him speak and I can’t help but smile at the screen. He looks so handsome and confident, his stylist knowing exactly how to make him look good, his dark curls bouncing as he moves and that cream suit mixed with the black and floral button up? Oh my god, he is perfect. The interviewer is hanging on to his every word and as much as that makes me a little jealous, I also can’t really blame her. 

When Gabriel talks about gaming he mentions me and I feel a rush of emotion. It’s not often he talks about our relationship in public as we both want to keep it private for a little while longer before we do tell everyone. He never uses my name, just calls me his girlfriend and even that has me blushing and squirming. I find myself nodding along as Gabriel talks about his love for The Last of Us games and his admiration for the fanbase. It’s so wonderful to see him passionate about his work and the projects he’s involved in, especially seeing him get to work with one of my best friends - Pedro Pascal. I was a little surprised when my two worlds collided in the best way, Pedro being one of the only few to know about mine and Gabriel’s relationship. 

The interview is coming to an end when I hear keys in the door and I think my heart jumps with hope as only two people have keys. My best friend in the whole world - Barbara Palvin - and Gabriel. As I turn my head towards the door I think I cry as he’s standing there, the door falling shut behind him. There’s a wide smile on his face, his bags falling to the floor as he opens his arms for me and I waste no time throwing the blanket off, almost tripping on it in my hurry to get to Gabriel. His strong arms envelope me in a warm embrace and I can feel myself crying, burying my face in his chest and clinging to him. He’s smoothing down my hair and rocking me on the spot, whispering sweet nothings as he holds me tightly until I’ve calmed down enough for him to pull back slightly. His hands move to cup my face and he leans in to kiss me. 

The kiss starts off gentle, as if Gabriel’s trying to memorise every inch of my lips, his hands moving to my air and the small of my back to pull me closer and deepen the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance. Our lips move in perfect sync, as if we’re communicating through the touch. The taste of him fills my senses and I feel myself melting into him, all the pent-up longing and frustration of being apart for a month pouring out of me. His hands move down to my waist, pull me flush against him, feeling the warmth and strength. He’s breaking the kiss with a playful grin and before I can ask what’s going on I’m being picked up easily and thrown over his shoulder with a shriek of surprise as he heads for the bedroom where he tosses me onto the bed. 

I watch as he kicks of his travel trainers and throws his jacket on the floor before he’s climbing over me, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in the crook of my neck, kissing the bare skin. I can feel his warm breath on my neck as he starts to pepper soft kisses along my collarbone, his hands roaming over my body, sending shivers down my spine when the calloused pads of his fingers find bare skin to trace across as if remembering me. The anticipation builds as he kisses his way up my neck, his lips meeting mine in a heated kiss. I can feel the desire and passion pouring out of Gabriel as his kiss deepens, his tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. His hands move to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head in one swift movement, revealing my bra-clad chest. He breaks the kiss just long enough to appreciate the sight before him before he’s leaning down to kiss my chest, his lips trailing hot and wet over the fabric of my bra. 

I moan softly, arching my back as he continues his exploration, his hands deftly unhooking my bra and tossing it aside before he’s taking a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking until it’s hard and sensitive. His hands roam over my body, teasing and caressing until I’m gasping for air and my body is on fire with need.  With a wicked grin, Gabriel flips us over, hands gripping my hips and dark eyes trailing down my half bare body, tough darting out to wet his lips, “Fuck darlin’, I missed you s’much.” He murmurs, voice low and husky as he watches me rake my nails lightly down his chest under his shirt, drawing a low sound from him. 

“Too many clothes baby.” I grumble, tugging at his shirt, gasping when he sits up and throws his shirt across the room in one smooth motion, arms coming back to wrap around me, “G-Gabe,” I’m groaning when he guides my hips down against his, feeling his arousal pressing deliciously against my clit with every roll of my hips. His lips are ghosting down my neck, drawing soft moans from me as he leaves a trail of red marks, his lips and teeth leaving a tingling sensation on my skin. His hands wander over my body, finding their way to my waist and pulling me closer to him. The sensation of his lips on my skin and his hands on my body is almost too much to handle, and I find myself arching my back and pressing myself closer to him. I can feel his breath on my neck as he whispers sweet nothings, and I can't help but shiver with pleasure. As he leaves one last hickey on my neck, he pulls back slightly to admire his handiwork with a satisfied grin. I can't help but laugh and playfully swat at him, feeling the happiness and love radiating from him.

Gabriel’s nimble fingers dip into the waistband of my sweatpants and he’s tugging until I slide off his lap, standing in front of him as he scoots to the edge of the bed. His lips find my hips, teeth grazing almost painfully as he pushes my sweatpants and panties down my thighs, allowing me to kick them aside and leaving me completely bare for him. His fingers ghost up the insides of my thighs, kneading the flesh and teasing me until I’m whining and gripping his chin to make him look up at me. The sight of him, sun-kissed skin flushed, russet eyes almost black and pupils blown wide with love and lust, lips wet and parted slightly as he meets my gaze, the starts of a knowing smirk curling at the corners of his lips, “Gabriel.” I choke out, walls clenching around nothing as I lean down to kiss him again. 

His name falls from my lips again, this time breathier as those fantasy-inducing fingers slip through my arousal soaked folds, stopping to rub tight circles over my clit, my hands flying to his shoulders as he breaks the kiss to watch my reaction. Without warning, or teasing, he’s sheathing a thick finger inside me, drawing a surprised gasp from me, my eyes fluttering shut when his thumb goes back to circling my clit. A second finger soon joins the first, finding an almost abusing pace, fingers curling and hitting that spongy spot every time and my thighs are beginning to shake embarrassingly quickly but from the way Gabriel’s eyes are glued to where his fingers are disappearing inside me he’s proud. A grin on his kissable lips when my nails leave half-moons in his freckled shoulders and my body jerks forwards, my temple pressed against his so I’m moaning into his ear as a wave of ecstasy crashes over me, his other arm having to wrap around my waist to hold me up as his fingers don’t stop until I’m whining. 

“Darlin’, you’re so pretty,” Gabriel coos, fingers slipping from me and he’s guiding me back down onto the bed, making sure there’s enough pillows under my head before he’s shimmying out of his jeans and boxers. My eyes drift down his body, swallowing thickly at the sight of him, all hot and bothered just for me, the dark curls that lead to his thick dick that is oozing precum. I’m parting my legs for him as he climbs over me, running the head through my slicked folds a few times before he pushes the head past, a low and guttural sound falling from those pretty pink lips as his hands find mine and press them to the bed, either side of my head. He slowly rocks his hips, slipping further with every thrust until he’s buried to the hilt, nose nudging my cheek until I turn my head towards him and he’s drawing me into a passionate kiss. The taste of him fills my senses, and I find myself lost in the moment, unable to think of anything else but him and the way he leaves me feeling so full and loved. I’m wrapping my legs around his hips and digging my heels into the small of his back, pushing him in even further than I thought possible, the tip brushing my cervix and a whimper is escaping my throat. 

“G-Gabe please, fuck…” I’m begging and it doesn’t take much,  his hips snapping against mine as he sets a slow but deep pace. The taste of coffee on his lips is sweet and intoxicating and adding to the heightened pleasure of him hitting that spongey spot each time. My back arching into every thrust, eyelids slipping shut as I’m consumed by everything Gabriel, hands sliding into his curls and gripping the back of his neck, feeling his muscles ripple and flutter with every movement. His body is pressed flush against mine, a light sheen of sweat coating our bodies, the coarse curls of his v-line catching my clit with every roll of his hips that has my thighs tightening around him. I can feel every bump and ridge against my walls with every pull out and his tip presses deliciously into that spongey spot every time he bottoms out. Low and guttural sounds rumble in his chest as our bodies shine with a thin layer of sweat, his curls sticking to his forehead, sun-kissed skin flushing as he makes love to me. His nose nuzzling my jaw and as he whispers sweet nothings, lips ghosting my neck, lips soft and breath hot. It’s hot and heavy, slow and sensual, and I can feel that coil in my stomach ready to snap. 

My walls are fluttering around him as his hips begin to stutter, my name falling from his lips and he’s biting down on the sensitive skin of my jaw when he thrusts one more time, burying himself to the hilt again and staying there. I can feel him filling me up, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing circles into it until I’m crying out and throwing my head back into the pillows. My walls clamp down around him, milking him for every drop until he’s collapsing on top of me as we try to catch our breath. He’s humming softly as I begin to card a hand through his messy curls, having missed him so goddamn much. 

He tries to move but I wrap my arms around him and keep my legs locked enough for him to get the hint, a low rumble of laughter in his chest as his kisses my collarbone and just shifts us so we’re laying on our sides. His hand cups my cheek, eyes fluttering open and still dark and warm as he meets my gaze, thumb brushing over my bottom lip lovingly as he whispers, “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart, let’s never be apart again.” 

I’m nodding in agreement, pressing a kiss to his open palm before burying my face in the crook of his neck as my eyelids grow heavy with sleep. He’s wrapping his arms comfortingly around me and the last thing I hear is him chuckle as my response. 

“Yes, let’s.” 

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[themysticssdream]

• cherry pie •

Tommy Miller x Reader Content: fluff, no adult content, just the biggest block of cheese you'll ever see, pre-outbreak, not edited, probably-most likely poorly written Words: 1,747 Summary: Tommy Miller comes over to fix your grandmother's pantry and he receives a different form of payment. a/n: I haven't posted or really written any fics since 2013 so please be kind. 💫 Also this fic is inspired by gabriel luna calling his on screen wife/girlfriend 'cherry pie' in the short film swell and I thought of Tommy. There also might be a few mistakes as my laptop is an ancient dinosaur.

You were not at all surprised to find the Miller Brother’s truck parked in your grandmother’s driveway. Walking over the small pathway that led up to the front door, you wondered what needed to be repaired in the home this time around.

Ever since the brother’s came over to patch up a hole and repaint the living room wall, it started to be the little things for them to fix – door knobs that were squeaking out of nowhere and doors that suddenly were missing screws at the hinges. You spoke to your grandmother on how easy it was to go to the home improvement store and repair these yourself, but she kindly shooed away your suggestion. And you had a feeling why she was so insisting on having Joel and Tommy over almost every week.

You juggled between the two paper bags from the grocery store and your handbag to find the keys to the door. Before you entered the home, you could hear loud drilling and the smell of something sweet baking. Closing the door behind you, you set your personal belongings on the entryway table and made your way to the kitchen.

“Grandma, I’m home with your groceries!” You called out. Placing the bags on the kitchen counter, you expected to see both the Miller brothers, but only found Tommy standing with his back towards you working on the pantry doors.

“Hey you.” His thick Southern drawl catches your full attention and he’s walking towards you with a smile.

You smiled back at him over your shoulder. “Afternoon Tommy.” You watch him for a brief moment. He’s wrapping up the cord around the drill and putting his tools back in its carrying case. You simply guessed he was wrapping it up for the day. “Done already?”

“Sorry you missed all the fun.”

Before you could say anything, your grandmother entered the kitchen, hutched over and walked slowly with a cane towards the counter. She asked you for help with taking out the cherry pie from the oven. “Grandma, you shouldn’t be up and about. You need to rest.” You pointed to her bad knee that was wrapped in thick gauze.

“Nonsense,” she waved you off like she always did and placed her hand on the counter to help her stand. “Besides, I promised Joel a pie for all his hard work.”

“Hey, what ‘bout me?” Tommy had playfulness in his voice that made you smile.

She turned to Tommy and he was close enough for her to place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Of course, sweetheart. I made enough for Sarah, too. Take all of it home if you’d like.”

Grabbing the pie from the oven, the heat made the sweet scent of the pie fill the kitchen almost instantly and your stomach growled at the sight of it. She always took the time to add designs to her pies, this time vines circled the outside of the crust with handmade flowers scattered along the top. Your grandmother insisted that you dust a small amount of powdered sugar on top before she went back into the living room to rest.

The kitchen was silent for a moment while you picked out the jar of powdered sugar from the cabinet by the pantry and Tommy packing his belongings.

“Where’s Joel?” You asked out of curiosity. You could only imagine how disappointed your grandmother would have been when she only found Tommy at the door.

Tommy zipped up his tool bag then leaned over the kitchen counter., watching you cut up the pie in somewhat equal slices for him to take home. “Parent teacher conference.”

You look in the direction of the living room and whispered your next words. “You think she’s disappointed?”

He gets your meaning and grins. It was almost obvious that your grandmother had a crush on Joel, which is why she had him over all the time. “Nah, I think she’ll manage.”

You on the other hand didn’t mind them coming over so often. While your grandmother had a sweet crush on the older Miller brother, you couldn’t help but have your own crush on Tommy. On the days where they'd come over, you would sometimes watch your grandmother watch and stand close by Joel while doing his job. It happened more frequently that Tommy would step aside and watch with you.

He never seemed annoyed by not being able to do his job in the house. He told you once that it was fun to see Joel get embarrassed by your grandmother's words and how she would find objects in the house that needed to be fixed. You chuckled to yourself when you remembered the look on Joel's face when your grandmother showed him the broken leg of a photo frame that needed repairing.

While your grandmother's crush was one-sided, it at least got you to know Tommy a little more. He would always tell you stories of his time spent serving over seas and when he started to work alongside Joel to not only help him with projects in town, but to help him raise Sarah after his wife left him suddenly a few months prior. He mentioned how much it helped having you listen to him as Joel sometimes didn't want to be bothered with it.

It didn't take you long to come to the realization of how much your feelings grew towards Tommy, but instead of showing your crush like your grandmother did towards Joel, you kept it sheltered within you.

You placed the slices of pie in a large container for easy traveling, Tommy promising he'd bring it back when he'd come over next.

"You wouldn't mind me having a slice, would you?"

Tommy nods. "I won't say a word." He walks around the kitchen counter to stand next to you. "Mind if I have a slice before I head out?"

"Not at all."

You picked a slice for Tommy and yourself. You took a bite, relishing the taste of the sweet cherries and the touch of the sugar with the savory crust. The two of you laughed at each other while the both of you made sounds of approval at your grandmother's cooking. After a few bites, you got out your grandmother's checkbook from her bag on the counter to start writing him a check.

"Don't worry about that," He said while chewing. "Your grandma promised Joel the cherry pie in return for our work."

Your raised an eyebrow. "And he agreed to that?"

"He did." He laughed at the suspicious look you gave him. "We love your grandma's cooking, what can we say?"

You placed the checkbook back in the bag before taking another bite of the pie. "You shouldn't be working for free, Tommy."

He shrugs and sets the plate down on the counter. "It was just a hinge replacement." He grinned. "The same hinge we replaced two weeks ago."

You shook your head while smiling. "You know, I'll just have to talk to my grandma about having you guys come over for lunch instead of you hauling your equipment over for a hinge."

"I think we'd like that." He wasn't sure how Joel would completely feel about it. It made him curious on her suggestion if it was purely just to keep her grandmother company. "Would you like that?"

"Yeah, I think the company would be good for her."

"And you're not good company?"

You take one last bite of what was left of the pie and covered your mouth momentarily with your hand as you chewed while talking. "I can't be here all the time. Work and all of that." You wrapped up the rest of Tommy's slice with foil and you sense his eyes on you. When you look up at him, he's staring down at you with a cheeky smile. "What?"

He extends his hand towards you and he hesitates only for a moment until he musters up the courage to continue. His thumb comes in contact with the corner of your lips, wiping away the powdered sugar that was planted there while you were eating. The sudden contact leaves you breathless and frozen and you weren't really sure how to feel from his touch. A few strokes of his thumb and your face was now clean, except for the sugar left behind on your inner upper lip that seemed to now dissolve on your lip gloss.

Tommy's hand fell from your face to slowly caress your mid-arm, and he's pulling you close until the space between you was filled. You closed your eyes in anticipation and you felt his lips hovering over yours ever so slightly. He was close enough for you to faintly smell the smoke on his breath from his last cigarette.

He leaned in closer and gently pressed his lips upon yours. The kiss lingered chastely and Tommy lightly smiled at the odd texture of your sticky lip gloss against his lips.

Your hands blindly found their way to his shoulders to keep yourself close and anchored to him. The tension melted away from your shoulders and you found yourself leaning into him, holding onto Tommy like all of the sudden your life depended on it.

He opened his mouth slightly and delicately licked at your upper lip. You sighed, your tongue meeting his with an open-mouthed kiss that made your fingers dig into the rough texture of his work shirt. His hands smoothed down to the small of your back, holding you in place while his lips pecked at yours over and over, tasting your lip gloss in which he came to the conclusion was strawberry flavored.

"Tommy!"

He broke away from you to not only catch his breath but at the sound of your grandmother's voice echoing through the house. You waited for him to kiss you again, instead you felt his hot breath pant over your blushed cheeks.

"Tommy, don't let the pie go cold!"

The feel of his thumb caressing your cheekbone caused you to open your eyes, and you hadn't realized just now that his eyes had a hint of green around his irises... or you weren't sure if it was the reflection of the stained glass decor hanging from the window behind you.

Your hand smooths down his shirt and through the short silence between the two of you, he presses one last kiss to your lips.

"Darlin'... you taste sweeter than this cherry pie."

thank you for reading. just wanted something short and sweet to get out of my system before writing the serious stuff :p tag list - @ethereal-macleod, @quinnverses, @tsunchani if you'd like to be tagged in upcoming tommy fics, message me!

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[flightlessangelwings]

Waitress in Distress

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

Word count- 1.5k

Warnings- fluff, mutual pining, flirting, protective!Tommy, harassment, minor violence, takes place in season 1 episode 1 before the outbreak, 1 kiss

Notes- After Tommy’s comment in episode 1 that he defended a waitress from getting harassed, this immediately popped into my head and I had to write it! So this is what if you were the waitress that he saved there! I’m sure others had the same idea, but this is my version of things! I love show Tommy so much and I’m definitely gonna write more for him but I had to get this out of my system now!

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September 26, 2003

The bar was alive with lights and music and crowds of people enjoying their Friday evening drinks. Sweat lined your brow as you worked as fast as you could to serve your tables and keep everyone happy. Some were in a good mood, smiling at you and thanking you for their drinks. Others seemed to be in a foul mood, and snapped at you more than usual. Even some of your regulars who you usually enjoyed seeing seemed off tonight.

But you shrugged it off, perhaps they just had a bad day. The way some of the men twitched and snatched their beer bottles from you did get to you more though.

“Shit, it’s busy tonight!” you exclaimed to the bartender as you stopped at the bar and poured a fresh pitcher of beer.

“Better than being dead,” he replied back as he shook his mixer, “Tips will be great by the end of the night.”

“Fuckin better be,” you quipped back with a smirk before you turned and headed back to your table. 

Before you took more than two steps though, you smacked right into someone. The pitcher crashed to the floor, but before you slipped too, a strong grip kept you upright. 

“Shit! I’m so sorry!” You gasped as you mumbled a string of apologies to whoever you ran into, but your name in a familiar voice sent a jolt of nerves through you.

“Hey there sweetheart,” he cooed, “You alright?”

“Tommy…” you breathed as your face lit up in a smile, “Yeah I’m fine.”

Although you tried to hide it, all your coworkers could tell you harbored a secret longing for the younger Miller brother. From the first time he and Joel visited the bar, Tommy caught your eye. He was handsome and kind, and his gaze always felt like it lingered on you for a few moments longer than necessary. He never made you feel uncomfortable either, and many nights when he was there until close, he walked you to your car to make sure you were safe.

“Thank you,” you tried to sound smooth as you regained your bearings, “It’s been a while since you’ve been in.” You quickly turned back to the bartender and asked for the barback to clean up while you reluctantly broke free from Tommy’s embrace and poured a fresh pitcher of beer.

“Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Tommy’s face lit up as he rested a hand on your shoulder, “You look as pretty as a magnolia in May.”

You fought the trembling in your hand from the nerves that shot through your veins, “Always the charmer,” you laughed off the nerves, “Beer?” you offered the other table’s pitcher to him.

“Do I really drink that much?” Tommy joked, “I’ll just take a bottle. You know the kind I like,” he winked at you as you nodded, “Thanks sweetheart.”

You bit your lip as your heart pounded in your chest. Not trusting your voice in front of him, you turned and headed to your table to drop off the pitcher first. Tommy was by far not the only customer to flirt with you, but he was the only one you filtered back with. And he was the only one who made your skin tingle and your heart race. One of these days you would muster up the courage to ask him out, you told yourself. You had the feeling that he was too much of a gentleman to ask you out while you were at work. 

But the blissful state quickly vanished when you arrived at the table with the bitcher that you held onto for way too long, “Sorry for the wait,” you sighed as you set it down in the middle of the table, “We’re slammed tonight.”

At that table sat four men, and they made your skin crawl. You had seen them before, and every time they made you feel like you had to take a shower after you were close to them. Their grins were dark and the look in their eyes told you exactly what they were thinking about you, and you did not like it at all. But, they never tried anything, so you couldn’t do anything about it.

Until tonight.

“Why don’t you make it up to us, huh sweet girl?” one of them reached out and grabbed you before you could walk away, “Damn you smell good,” he stood and leaned in to sniff at the nape of your neck.

“Please let me go,” you tried to sound tough as you pushed him off of you.

He let go, but your freedom was short lived as the other snuck up behind you and grabbed your hips, “Oh come on pretty thing, don’t be like that,” he caged you in from behind as the others surrounded you, “We promise we won’t hurt you.”

“Stop!” you screamed in hopes of getting someone’s attention over the hustle and bustle of the busy bar. Your heart sank when no one seemed to notice your distress, though. 

“It’s a busy night,” one leaned in close enough you could smell his bad breath, “No one can hear over all this noise.”

“Wanna bet?’ a voice called from behind him.

When the man turned around, Tommy punched him right in the face so hard that he fell over, his nose already gushing blood.

Your face relaxed in relief, “Tommy…”

“You asshole!” the other man let you go and lunged for Tommy.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I got you,” Tommy winked at you for a moment before his face twisted into a more serious expression as he kicked the other man hard enough that he fell over as well. The other two leapt up and tried to attack Tommy, but he easily had them on the floor with just a few hits.

Once the threats were down, Tommy ran to you, “Hey,” he murmured your name as he placed his hands on your arms, “You alright?”

You were in a state of shock for a moment that you didn’t register that Tommy said anything to you until he said your name again more urgently, “Yeah,” you breathed as you blinked and looked into his eyes, “I’m fine,” you let go of the breath you didn’t realize you held, “Thank you, Tommy.” This was the second time tonight you thanked him for saving you.

Tommy’s smile lit up his face and it brought those butterflies back into your stomach, “No need to thank me, sweetheart,” he playfully nudged your chin, “Just helping out my favorite waitress in distress.”

“My hero,” you sighed as you laughed softly. It was then that you realized Tommy still held you, and the warmth of his hands brought a comfort that you had only dreamed about until now. As nervous as you were, you decided this was the perfect chance, “Hey Tommy… Why don’t I make it up to you… Tomorrow night?”

“You asking me out, sugar?”

“I am,” your voice was just a whisper as the chatter of the bar seemed to dim away around you and the only thing in focus was Tommy.

“Well shit don’t you know how to make a man feel special?” he felt his face heat up and he was sure you noticed, “But tomorrow sounds wonderful, sweetheart.”

Your face lit up and Tommy swore the whole world stopped for a moment. After months of watching you from afar, waiting for the right time to ask you out, the moment came and you took it before he could. But, he had to admit, other than you being in danger, this was a perfect moment.

But perfect moments don’t last.

From behind, someone grabbed Tommy and yanked him from your grip. He yelled and tried to fight back, thinking it was one of the guys he knocked out, but before he got a swing in, he felt the cold steel of handcuffs on his wrists.

You shouted at the officers, “Wait, it wasn’t him!” you pleaded, “He was deafening me!”

“Sorry ma’am,” he told you in a cold tone, “But he was the one who attacked.”

“That’s bullshit!” both you and Tommy shouted at the same time, overlapping each other. 

“Yeah, yeah,” the officer brushed you off, “Come on, bucko.”

“Tommy!” you shouted at him as he was ripped from your grasp. You lunged forward and grabbed onto his shoulders as you rested your forehead against his for a moment.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” he comforted you as best he could with his hands bound behind his back, “I’ll make our date tomorrow night. Promise,” Tommy placed a quick kiss on your lips before the officer dragged him out the bar. The entire time, while everyone else starred, his eyes never felt you. And your eyes never left him until he was through the front door.

“Tomorrow…” you echoed as you felt the tingle of his brief kiss on your lips.

Unfortunately, the world had other plans in store… 

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[angsty-twihardxx]

Hi🥀,

I was wondering if you can write Tommy has reader sit in front of a mirror and Tommy is behind reader. He decides to finger reader in front of the mirror while having reader being forced to watch themselves by holding reader by the throat. He makes them come a couple of time and the reader squirts to. Also, he praises reader a lot, does nipple play, a lot of neck kisses, and giving reader hickey’s

A/N: This drove me insaaaane, I just had to do it to em, I’ve added this to a lil series with inexperienced reader. It can be read as its own stand alone fic, bit it also works as a sequel to the first, Riding Lessons.

Anyway I hope this tames you horny beasts, plz feel free to send me some more smut ideas/requests for this sexy Texan. No use of y/n. My apologies if this is crap, I’m just built that way ig *shrugs

Warnings: 18+ (minors go play Fortnite or sm) smut obvi, fingering, reader squirts good for her. Idk if this is deserves a warning but reader is very new to sex, but its okay because Tommy is very reassuring. Mentions of body issues, talk of not feeling good enough that kinda jazz. But again don’t worry Tommy makes ya feel good. Ya‘lol are beautiful and ily

P.S: My computer decided to die so we have to do this on mobile so wish me luck x

EYES ON ME | T.MILLER

*his lil smirk*

You thought that maybe you were having a panic attack by how tight your chest felt, your heart was beating way faster than you usually would first thing in the morning. Sitting up you wiped the thin layer of precipitation off your head, which usually only ever happened when you had a nightmare, which you definitely did not have.

Your thighs vibrated at the memory of your dream from before, Tommy’s warm grip that scratched against the soft doughy skin of your hips. His touch on you was hard, the polar opposite to what he had been the entirety of your relationship.

You didn’t realise how much you missed it, his thick fingers digging into you as he rocked your hips along his clothed thigh. Even though it had been nearly a week since the night of your first orgasm, it was all that you could think about. The way that your entire body shook as you were completely overwhelmed with pleasure, you wanted Tommy to make you feel like that again.

After stretching you rolled around to see his beautiful freckled face, but instead you were met with his cold pillow. The frown that began forming on your forehead weakened at the small crinkled piece of paper with his handwriting on it. ‘In town for breakfast, see you there.’

. . .

The morning air was still frosty despite the warm glow from the sun on your face and shoulders. Even though you were wrapped up in thick jackets, including one of Tommy’s very own button downs, you were still freezing. You found Tommy sitting on an old bench in front of large dining hall as he waited for you, his hands sat in his pockets as he turned to see you walking towards him. His moustache tipping upwards, returning your curt wave with a wide smile.

Everything just felt easier with him now, there was no sexual tension that was always weighing heavy on your shoulders every time he was around you. Not that there was any pressure ever with him, it was only ever pressure that you placed. On yourself out of fear.

There was no longer a voice in your head that pressured you into doing anything out of fear of being left for someone more experienced. None of that mattered now because the two of you were happy, you were happy. Even though you hadnt ‘gone all the way’, you still felt comfortable knowing that he would guide you.

His arm moved to wrap around your shoulders as you dropped down in the empty spot beside him, using his arm to pull you into his chest he pressed a soft kiss in your hair. “Here, managed to get one extra for you.” Tommy nudged your shoulder as he handed you the sandwich, still warm wrapped neatly in wax paper. Food came in plentifuls in Jackson, but if you wanted one of Maria’s freshly made sandwiches you’d had to get in early.

“Startin’ to think you might love her more than me.” Tommy chuckled to himself as he watched you devour the food like it was the first meal you’ve eaten in weeks, which was definitely not true. “Well I guess it comes down to your sandwich making abilities.” You quipped back in between bites.

“Looks like I don’t stand a chance.” Tommy pretended to pout before dropping his head into the crook of your neck. His moustache ticked the soft skin of your neck as he peppered you with kisses. “Oh baby, that reminds me, how did you sleep last night?” Tommy teased, knowing fully well how you slept. Only imagining what it was doing to you, when you sent stiff in his arms.

The main reason Tommy was up so early was due to the wet dream you seemed to be having. If neither of you had work today he would’ve done something about it.

Tommy adjusted himself, just the memory of your sleepy voice moaning his name had his blood rushing down to his dick. You were driving him insane, and you didn’t even have a clue. He cooed playfully as he watched your cheeks warm up, you simply nodded in response knowing that if you spoke your words would fail you.

“I sure hope so because I got a little plan for us tonight. How’s that sound baby? You up for another lesson?”

Your body stiffened as you felt his hand grasp tightly onto your thigh, darting your eyes around you checked to see if anyone was watching. Was he really doing this in the middle of town? “It’s alright darlin’ no one’s payin’ attention to us, what’d’ya say?” All you could concentrate on was how his breathe fanned against your ear as his rough hand tightened on your soft skin. All of it made your body crave him more, you couldn’t think of anything better. “I think that sounds perfect Tommy.” His grip on your leg softened, clapping against your denim jeans before standing up with a groan.

“Well in that case, I’ll see you tonight.” He sent a wink your way before turning to walk away, leaving you turned on to the max. He was going to be the death of you.

. . .

Your fingers rapped on top of the hardwood table as your eyes impatiently hovered by your front door, which remained unopened. As the hours ticked by, the more restless you were becoming. The second plate of food beside you had long gone cold, as did the arousal you had been harbouring onto all day.

You had now grown tired, after a long day working in the stables all you wanted to do was cuddle up with Tommy till you fell asleep.

You knew better than to be upset with him, he worked hard in Jackson. He made an effort to earn his keep, whether it was helping with patrols or assisting in construction. It made you happy knowing that he was finding his purpose in his new life, but it just felt at times that you were moved to the back burner.

It definitely didn’t help when you went upstairs to shower, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. To say it was a kick in the guts was an understatement. Even though looks wasn’t a priority in the post-apocalyptic world, you couldn’t help feeling inadequate. Your skin was flushed after standing under the hot water. Your hair was always messy, you wondered what Tommy saw cause it surely couldn’t have been what you were currently looking at. Could it?

It was a dangerous rope you were balancing on, you knew you had better things to be worrying about than your own appearance. You wish you could stop.

That was how you ended up in your bed, wrapped up in blankets with a book in your lap. Reading the small print you tried to keep your mind busy, so you didn’t get yourself again. You were so enthralled by your book that you didn’t even hear your front door open.

Tommy leant against the door frame as he watched you. He noticed the frown forming on your forehead, and the way your bottom lip stuck out. He felt so bad being late home again, Tommy was never good at time management, or maybe it was the fact that he could never so no.

Right when he was finishing up the barn he was constructing, Maria had come by and asked to see if someone could come and fix the light in the projector at the cinema. He knew he should’ve just left it and gone home to you, but he knew the guilt would’ve eaten away at him.

You were alerted of his presence when he cleared his throat, you saw him propped against the doorframe. He sent an apologetic smile your way, his brows tipping upwards when your eyes met. “M’sorry I’m late baby, I got caught up with some work.”

“It’s alright. Dinners in the oven by the way.” You murmured with a tight lipped smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice your teary eyes. “Thanks darlin’ I’ll pack it up for tomorrow. Maria made us some food as a thank you— which reminds me. They got some pretty good movies they salvaged, some space one I reckon you’ll enjoy.” Tommy smiled like a happy child before retreating to the kitchen, which was pretty perfect timing because he missed the way your smile dropped.

‘It’s just Maria, you have nothing to worry about.’ You tried convincing yourself but it was no use. Your eyes already began to water, Maria was nice— you liked Maria.

Like a cruel monologue your mind gave you a list of reasons why she was better than you. To start she was confident, being in charge of an entire commune she was smart and well liked by literally everyone. So it would make sense that Tommy would like her too right?

“Hey everythin’ alright in here?” Tommy startled you as he was suddenly behind you on the bed. You quietly tried to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “Y-yeah I’m alright. M’sorry just tired.”

Tommy tilted his head in a frown, he knew you better than to believe you. “C’mon talk to me darlin’” His hand fell to give your thigh a gentle squeeze, contrasting his grip on you this morning. You would do anything to be in that moment with him again, not like now where his sad eyes watched you intensely.

“I- it’s nothin’ Tommy.” You tried to shrug him off again, but of course it didn’t work. He cocked a sceptical brow your way, you hated how well he knew you.

“It’s so stupid.” You groaned into your palms, so embarrassed of your own stupid brain working against you. “I just- I don’t know what it is you even like about me, I mean let’s be real I’m nothing like half the girls in Jackson and I—“

Tommy’s lips muted the worrying in your mind, his lips danced with yours. You pressed back on his lips, when you kissed him it felt like nothing else mattered to you. Not some teenage insecurities, Tommy was a man not a stupid teenage boy— and even better he was your man.

“Now where’s all this coming from, hm?” He brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his soft brown eyes peered up at you like you could tell him everything. You could tell him everything, but that could wait, right now you just wanted him.

“It doesn’t matter, can you just kiss me?”

“That I can do.” He chuckled before bringing his lips back onto yours. You pushed hard with a fever, the fire being ignited inside you again as a moan escaped your lips. His hands grasped your cheeks, pushing you even closer to him if that was even possible. Tommy lifted you to straddle on his lap, as instinct your hips grinder on his crotch. God you wanted him so badly.

“Didn’t you say you had a little lesson planned for me?” You breathed into him between hunger-filled kisses. Tommy looked up at you in what seemed to be a mix of surprise and excitement, never did he see you so confident, he loved it.

The glint of mischief in his eyes returned, he took your clothes off in a fever. Your eyes fell to the ground out of instinct, avoiding your reflection in the mirror. You suddenly became hyper aware of how vulnerable you were, Tommy had never seen you completely naked before. He offered to sit in between his lap on the edge of your bed. “Y’know I think you're beautiful right? I mean can you blame me?”

His large hands softly climbed up your side till his fingers danced along your shoulders as he moved the strand of hair that exposed the nape of your neck. You felt like a lightning bolt struck through your core as his lips sucked onto you softly.

You let out a moan as his free hand moved to grasp your entire breast in one hand, he kneaded the soft skin and the familiar feeling of arousal pooled in between your legs. Tommy noticed how your legs clenched when he flicked your now budded nipples. Soft moans mewled from your open mouth as your head fell back onto his shoulder.

“Nu-huh baby, I want your eyes on me.” Tommy tapped your cheek, bringing your attention back to the room. You looked at him confused, “But I- I am—“

“‘Not at me, me.” Tommy nodded his head towards the mirror in front of you- “‘Oh.”

“Can I try somethin’ else with you baby?” You felt a shiver down your spine as he whispered into your ear, his eyes met yours in the mirror. “What is it?”

Without answering Tommy pushed your knees to the side, exposing your eager pussy. “D’you trust me baby?”

“‘Yes.” You murmured as you felt your body tremble in nerves but also as much eagerness. There wasn’t anything you wanted more right now than Tommy’s hands on you.

Your skin burned as his rough fingers grazed the inside of your thigh, you followed his fingers in the mirror as he moved painfully slowly to where you needed him the most. Your hips bucked against his touch, showing him exactly where you wanted those fingers.

“So eager darlin’”

“Tommy please.” You whined as your back curving instinctively, rocking your hips against where his dormant fingers laid dangerously close to your exposed cunt.

You let out a surprised gasp, his thick fingers filled you up perfectly. He started off soft, slowly easing in his middle finger as he let you adjust to him. “H-holy shit Tommy.” You breathed as his free hand moved to slowly massage your aching clit. “Yeah? That feel good baby?” He smiled wickedly into your hair as you nodded frantically, pleasure already filling you up as your head dropped back onto his shoulder, but snapping your head up as you remembered his instructions. “Tell me how good it feels darlin’” Tommy’s voice was at least an octave lower, sending more chills down your spine.

“S’really fucken good Tommy.” You gasped as you felt his finger stretching you open, if this was how good it felt to have his fingers in you you could only imagine what his dick would feel like.

Pressure in your stomach began to build as his pace quickened. You felt your orgasm coming quicker then last time, you welcomed it as you rocked your hips involuntary pushing his finger in deeper.

“That’s it baby, y’doing so fucken good.” He brought his mouth down to suck at the soft skin on your neck, while his hand pumped into you relentlessly. “Tommy!” You screamed as you felt your orgasm unravel throughout your entire body, your pussy clenching around his finger as he kept going.

You were a shivering mess, only a mixture of whines and ‘oh my gods’ falling from your already parted mouth.

Your legs still trembled as Tommy soothed you, his hand brushing back the strands of hair that stuck to your forehead. “Good job baby, you did so good for me.” He cooed into your hair, pressing gentle kisses as your chest heaved.

That was when you realised, nothing else mattered. Tommy was the one making you feel this good, no one else. He cemented that as he repeated in your ear how much he loved you, his facial hair tickling your already sensitive skin as he did so. God you really did love this man, huh?

“Y’reckon you could go again for me?”

All you could was nod in response, your mind feeling like it was going a million miles a minute. He didn’t start straight away though, he was patient with you. He waited for your heart to start beating at a normal pace before bringing his fingers back to your aching hole, you watched as he added another finger.

Filthy moans filled the air as you adjusted to his extra finger inside you, you felt like you were being stretched open. Already your hips were shaking, his thick fingers felt like they were hitting your cervix. It was almost hypnotic, watching the way his fingers would disappear in between your folds before pulling back out just as swiftly.

His free hand remained glued to your now swollen clit, as he menacingly taunted it with his rough fingers. Only egging on your climax more and more.

No words fell from your lips anymore, Tommy had basically turned you into a writhing mess as your stomach tightened.

For a very brief moment it felt like you weren’t a world where you had to survive with Cordyceps and people that hunted and killed, it was simply you and Tommy in this room. That was how you wanted it.

The feeling was getting so intense you shut your eyes out of instinct. With your eyes closed you could concentrate on the way your hips rocked with each thrust of his hand, you knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Eyes up, I want you to watch.” Tommy growled as his free hand moved up to envelope your neck, not hard but enough to bring your head up to catch a glimpse of your position in the mirror. His thick fingers around you shouldn’t make you even more aroused, should it?

“Good girl.” He was going to be the death of you.

“Fuck!” Your eyes squinted shut as you felt the tight knot in your stomach unravelled again, but this time it was so much better. Almost like a gush erupted from you. Your ears rang as your eyes squinted shut, suddenly overly aware of the bright light that overhang your bed.

Your second orgasm in a row felt like a hundred times more intense, it felt like your whole body was vibrating. Like you were going a million miles a minute, or maybe it was the room that was spinning.

“You okay baby? You did so good for me.” His voice was soft as he turned to face you properly now, his eyes checked you over one last time. He looked at you with nothing short of amazement and you wish that he never stopped.

After a few seconds you came back to, your eyes just stuck to the ceiling as your chest heaved while you tried to catch your breath. Then you noticed the warmth pooling on your bedsheets, Tommy noticed your confusion and gave you a reassuring squeeze.

“You fucken squirted baby.” He breathed out in amazement.

“Bet you never knew you could do that.” Tommy hummed in amusement as he looked down to where he held you. Your cheeks were rosy as your half-lidded eyes connected with his, a dopey smile grew on his lips.

“If I did I would’ve brought a towel.” You couldn’t help the laugh that fell from your lips, amusement filling the room as the two of you chuckled together. You loved how easy it was for the two of you, even after he stole a second orgasm from you he could make you laugh. It was his Texan charm, according to Tommy but you knew it was just him.

“C’mon darlin’ let’s get you cleaned up.” He pressed a chaste kiss on your cheek before standing up with you in front of him, your legs quivered as you stood up for the first time in what felt like forever. “Tommy? I don’t think I can walk.” You looked up at him with worry, was this normal?

“It’s okay baby, it means I’m doing my job right.”

He thought about what you were saying when he found you crying in your bed, how you didn’t know what he saw in you. There was never just one singular thing, a multitude of reasons that he loved you. And the fact you didn’t see a reason why he would love you dumbfounded him. He was going to do everything in his power to make sure you knew.

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February Hypnovember Day 30

Create and post a 30 song playlist that is inspired by hypnosis.

I will put video links to some of the songs but not all of them!

Also these are in no particular order.

a. The Tourist by Sarah Jarosz (or Radiohead, if that's how your sail blows) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ib4eJzDzSJ8

b. The Rhythm of the Heat by Peter Gabriel

c. Mercy Street by Peter Gabriel

d. Secret World by Peter Gabriel

e. Darkness by Peter Gabriel

f. I'm Amazing by Peter Gabriel

g. Horizon by Luna Blake

h. Afterlight by Eternal Eclipse

i. Going Down by Thea Gilmore

j. This Is How You Find The Way by Thea Gilmore

k. The Governess (OST) by Edward Shearmur with vocals by Ofra Haza

l. Weightless by Marconi Union

m. Letting The Cables Sleep (the N O W remix) by Bush

n. Happier Than Ever by Billie Eilish

o. Runaway by Aurora

p. Danse macabre - Symphonic Poem in G minor by Camille Saint-Saëns

q. La mer, trois esquisses symphoniques pour orchestre by Claude Debussy

r. The Red Violin (OST) by John Corigliano featuring Joshua Bell

s. Pini di Roma by Ottorino Respighi

t. Piano Concerto No. 2 II. Adagio sostenuto by Sergei Rachmaninoff (see also: "All By Myself" by Eric Carmen, as performed by Celine Dion)

u. Prologue: Beauty and the Beast by Alan Menken and Howard Ashman (without the narration)

v. The Demon Dance by Julian Winding

w. Anything Could Happen by Ellie Goulding

x. Only You by Ellie Goulding

y. World Inside the World by Rhett Miller

z. The Devil Wears a Suit (Live) by Kate Miller-Heidke

aa. The Last Day on Earth by Kate Miller-Heidke

bb. Zero Gravity by Kate Miller-Heidke

cc. Team by Lorde

dd. Yellow Flicker Beat by Lorde

And that should be 30!

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