#i love pedro pascal

[papitopascal]

Im reality i haven’t fallen in love with him, you need to know someone more intimately to do that, but come on fate! I would like the chance lol

[sarah-justsmiile]

Uff 👀❤️‍🔥🔥

[dulceabby]

THIS IS THE WAY 💫

[yesjazzywazzylove-blog]

I CANT GET ENOUGH OF DBF! JOEL 😫

As much as I like Pedro, I always imagine game Joel in the fics (it's the full beard and the larger build plus those goddamn HANDS that does it for me!)

Forever a slut for both Joel's 🥵🥵🥵🥵

[second-axis-point]

Joel loves acting all tough to go on lookout and not sleep, but the second he's in your arms he's asleep and snoring the night away

Your least favourite and least reliable DILF loving writer is back! I am so sorry I keep taking long breaks but hopefully I’ll find some motivation and start writing again. I absolutely love soft Joel requests. I will NEVER stop loving this man, I swear. Thanks for the request! 💙

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Soft!Joel, Comfort, Established Relationship

Your Arms

As usual, you and Joel were sent out on patrol with two others. It was two younger people. Louie and Patrick. They were a lot quicker on their feet than you and Joel but the two of you were smarter and more experienced. That made the four of you a lethal team. Joel had his usual scowl on his face as you slowly walked the perimeter of Jackson.

“Alright, Joel?”

You asked your partner.

“I’m fine, keep walkin’.”

Joel grumbled. Louie jogged up to walk beside you.

“Is he always like this?”

She asked. You think back to all the sweet moments you shared with Joel. None of them had that scowl in them. You shook your head with a smile.

“Nah, he’s just grumpy.”

You said. She looked sceptical but slowed down to drop back behind you to walk with Patrick again. You tore your eyes away from the trail ahead to look over at Joel again. He still had that scowl on his face. You suppress a laugh and turn back to the front, continuing your patrol.

Things went smoothly and you all made your way back into town. Tommy had met you and Joel at the gates. Joel groaned as soon as he saw his brother.

“I know, I know. I need you two to go back to that little town that you found a few miles out. A storm is headed our way and we’re not quite prepared. Patrick said that you guys found a lot of MREs that the Fireflies left down that way.”

Tommy said. Joel rolled his eyes and nodded silently.

“When do you want us to go?”

You ask the other Miller brother.

“I want you to grab your horses and go now.”

Tommy replied. You groaned as well. The two of you had just gotten back from a two hour patrol and know this.

“Come on Joel.”

You adjusted your rifle on your shoulder and pulled your coat tighter around your torso. Joel nodded, pushing his nose further into his coat collar. It was a small thing that you always noticed that Joel would do when he’s annoyed or upset, especially when it was cold outside. The two of you head to the stables and get your horses. You trot back to the gates. Tommy waves and you flip him off before following behind Joel.

It was about two hours to the little town on horseback. You hummed as your horse trotted behind Joel’s. Joel listened quietly as he led. After an hour and a half, you saw the town come into view and trotted up beside Joel. Another half hour goes by and you're finally walking the main street of the small town. You look over the town and pull your rifle off your back. You slowed your horse down. Joel noticed and did the same. 

You heard something in one of the buildings so you hopped off your horse and walked to it, rifle aimed and loaded. It was a tense few seconds before a clicker shuffled out of the dark hallway, twitching and ticking. You aimed the rifle and took a breath, listening for other infected. When you didn’t hear any, you took the shot and put the clicker down easy. You stood still for a moment and looked around. You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to shove it off and point your rifle.

“Easy, sweetheart. It’s me.”

Joel stepped back and held his hands up. You immediately lowered the rifle.

“Sorry. Just a little jumpy. I hate this stupid town.”

You grumbled. You and Joel searched through all the buildings on the main street and gathered what you could. It was quite the load when you finished. The sun was starting to go down as you strapped all the supplies you found to Joel’s horse. He was going to ride with you on the way back since there was too much to split between the two horses. You secured the supplies and fed Joel’s horse. He had named it Shower. You thought it was a goofy name but you never told him.

“Good girl, Shower.”

You said as you pet down the horse’s nose. She huffed and pushed into you. Joel smiled at the back of your head and made his way over to you.

“We should find a place to settle down for the night.”

You nodded, knowing that Joel hates travelling in the dark. He got nervous and jumpy at night so it was easier to just hunker down and not argue. You looked around and found a partially secure building. You pointed out to Joel and he nodded. You hitched the horses outside and went in. You cleared it and made sure there were no infected nearby.

“You want me to take first shift?”

You asked as you turned to face him. Obviously, he shook his head and held his rifle tighter.

“No, you rest up. I'll take the night watch.”

You shook your head.

“Joel, you can’t just always stay up all night when we’re out. I know you’re tired. Why not let me take first shift?”

You ask, knowing it was a pointless fight. He shook his head and sat down on a crate that faced the door. There was no arguing with this brick wall of a man. You grumbled something and walked over to him. You pressed a soft kiss to the scar on his temple and laid down. You didn’t notice the flush that spread across his cheeks as you laid your head down. You set an alarm on your watch, making sure that you could relive Joel in an hour and a half. You were determined to get him to sleep tonight.

Joel sat there and watched the door, occasionally looking over at you. You were facing the wall and were using your arms as a pillow. Joel followed the line of your back down to your boots and back up. He looked back at the door with a small smile as he remembered the happy moments he has shared with you. A while later, Joel heard your watch beeping and saw you shift. You sat up and cracked your back.

“Alright Miller, my turn.”

You shooed him off the crate and onto your bed roll. He complained and argued but you just ignored him and turned your attention to the door. A minute later, Joel gives up and lays down. Joel’s watch goes off an hour later and the two of you switch again. You forget to set your timer so you sleep through the rest of the night while Joel takes watch. You wake up with the sun in your face.

“Damn it Joel. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

You grumble as you roll over and rub your eyes. He shrugs.

“You need sleep.”

You stand and pack up your bedroll.

“So do you.”

The two of you get back out to your horses and get ready to start back to Jackson. You hop up on your horse and Joel shuffles up behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses his cheek against your back. You lead Joel’s horse back to the trail and slowly make your way back to Jackson with Joel leaning up behind you. It took a lot longer for you to get back to Jackson because you had your horse walk a lot slower so Joel could rest.

You finally make your way back and get through the gates. Tommy greets you with a smile when he sees how much you found and brought back.

“Hey! The old married couple is back and they brought a shit ton of supplies!”

Tommy says loudly with a smile, waking Joel behind you. You trotted through town, dropping Joel off at your shared cabin and brough the two horses back to the stables. You helped Tommy and the other Jackson residents unload the horse and sort out all the supplies. It was around midday when you made it back to the cabin you shared with Joel. You walked in and saw him on the couch with his head tilted back. He wasn’t asleep, just finding a way to pass the time. He got up and took your jacket off for you and pulled you back to the bedroom.

“Easy cowboy, I just got back.”

You joked. He glared at you and pushed you back onto the bed. He laid down almost on top of you, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You shifted and got comfortable before moving a hand up to run through his salt and pepper hair.The smell of you, your touch, your warmth, your presence. All of it comforted Joel beyond belief. He took a deep breath and was asleep within seconds. You closed your eyes and slipped into a comforting sleep as well.

[oscarissacssoulmate]

Whoever made this is so real

[cassiopeia-grimm]

Imagine

A/n : Uh…No comment. 🥵😳

[deathsholywaterr]

So real

[secondaxispoint]

could you write a joel x reader where the reader sees a bunch of scars all over joel and makes him feel better about them? love your writing x

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: Scars, past violence

Content: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, little bit of angst

I love vulnerable Joel with all my heart. Thank you for the request!!

Scars and Stories

You were woken by warm beams of golden rays shining in from the window. You squint your eyes and grumble. You had forgotten to close the shades last night, instead leaving them half open. As you throw an arm over your eyes, you feel Joel shift next to you. He too was complaining about the bright sun in his eyes.

The both of you were going to stay in for the day. You turned away from the window and curled around his back. He mumbled something incoherently and shuffled further into your embrace. Just as you were about to drift off, there was a sharp knock on the door. You get up to answer it, your back protesting the sudden movements.

You shuffle to the front of the house and open the door. You see Tommy standing outside. He looks at you surprised and rambles on about something. You can’t quite catch what he's saying as you still have a lethargic fog clouding your mind. You nod along anyway and try to pay attention. 

“And you should probably put on a shirt too.”

He finishes his spiel and grins at you as he starts to walk away. You look down and realise that you indeed had no shirt on. You flip him the bird and close the door. You amble back to the bedroom. When you enter the bedroom, you see Joel still in bed. His hair was shaggy and dishevelled. He had an arm wrapped around a pillow while half his torso was showing.

He was almost glowing and you could see the scars that littered his body clearly in the morning sunlight. Seeing them always made you feel a bit sad. You knew how much Joel hated them. He always tried hiding them from you, ashamed of his past mistakes that had etched themselves into his skin. Constant reminders of his failures on him at all times. You had slowly been getting Joel to open up but you never pressured him about his discomfort about them. You too had your own scars. Ones that reminded you of your past as well.

You allowed yourself to crawl back into bed with Joel, staying above the covers. You laid on your back and stared up at the ceiling. You stayed silent, not wanting to disturb the silence. Joel had rolled back over and threw half of himself on top of you. His arm rested on your chest, giving you a clear view of a large scarred over gouge on his forearm. You looped your arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer.

Your eyes followed another scar by his tricep. A healed gunshot wound in his shoulder. A pinkened stab mark on his side. The further you got down his body, the more scars you counted. Joel had started waking up without you realising. He looked up to see you staring at him. He squirmed under your seemingly judgemental gaze. You noticed that he looked uncomfortable so you stretched to pull the sheet up to his chin and pressed a gentle kiss to his brow. You felt the tension in his shoulders start to lessen.

“Why do you look at them like that?”

Joel asked you, weariness clear in his voice.

“What do you mean?”

You reply back. He looks away then puts his head back down on your chest.

“The scars. Why do you look at them like there is something to be appreciated.”

You shove your head back into the pillow behind your head and pause.

“Because they're a part of you.”

Joel doesn't move.

“They're a part of you and, like it or not, you are most definitely something to be appreciated.”

He stays silent and still. It takes him a moment but he finally finds his voice.

“They are a reminder.”

He sounds dejected.

“My mom used to say that ‘each scar had a story, and each story leaves a scar’. I always liked that.”

You keep your voice quiet, not wanting to startle the man laying across your chest.

“They aren't stories. They’re failures. I got each one of these because I screwed up in some way or another.”

Joel’s grip on you tightened.

“Positive or negative, your past is your past. You don’t have to say a word, but if you want to talk or get something off your chest, I'm here. I’ll always be here for you.”

You run your hand up and down his bare back, easing the tension in his muscles. He melted into you. Joel slowly pulled the sheets down, exposing his figure. He shifted and laid himself directly on top of you, his head now on your stomach. He studied your frame, his eyes skimming along your skin.

He pointed to an almost completely faded, tree root looking scar that splayed across your pec. Your expression saddened. You hesitantly told him how you got it. He leaned up and pressed a soft kiss over top of it. He moved on to another, a thin scratch just to the right of your belly button. You again told him the story behind it, and he once again pressed a kiss to it.

He did this for almost every visible scar he could find. You flipped him over and did the same to him. Only you didn’t wait for him to tell how he got it. He just watched as you covered his torso in affection. He reached for your face, pulling you in. He placed a delicate kiss on your lips. You laid your head down on his chest, and traced one of the scars on his bicep. 

After a few moments, he told you how he had gotten it. His voice was faint and low, just barely loud enough for you to hear but you listened close. He had gotten it on the day of the outbreak. The day he lost his daughter.

"Thank you darlin"

You soothed him softly after a tear fell from his eye. You allowed yourselves a day off. The two of you deserve it.

[hopefulwastelanddefendor]

Credit: 2017 Mr Porter Magazine

This is so sad, but shows he is probably an awesome boyfriend and so sweet and caring.

[purplerain04]

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Perseverance personified. So happy this lovely gentleman is finally reaping awards for his limitless talent.

[papitopascal]

WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING CUTE!?

[sarah-justsmiile]

The left picture is one of my absolute favourites. I just love that picture❤️‍🔥

[dulceabby]

[second-axis-point]

Could you write a Din x m!reader

Where reader is trying to get Din’s attention as he’s flying the Razor Crest but he’s refusing to acknowledge them, so they decide to tease Din leading to giving him head with all his armour on just to get their point across, Din doesn’t ignore them again after.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Male!Reader

Warning: None!

Content: Smut, Teasing, Reader is also a Mando

This concept has been bouncing around my empty head all day. I know this is a bit short but I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for the request! 💚

Silence

Din had just dropped Grogu off with Peli before the two of you went off to your next bounty. You had almost gotten yourself seriously injured on your last hunt and Din was upset about it. He decided to ignore you, even when you had questions about your newest bounty.

“So what’s the plan?”

You ask. He doesn't respond, only pushing a few buttons in front of him and keeping his head trained to the front. You kept calm, knowing how petty he could get. You pretended like you thought he didn’t hear you.

“How are we going to go about this?”

You try once again. No answer. You stood from your seat and walked up next to him. You looked down at him through your helmet, waiting for a response.

“Din?”

You cross your arms and sigh. You watch the Mando ignore you and fly the ship. You knew there was an autopilot.

“You can’t keep ignoring me, we’re a team. It’s going to be difficult to catch the bounty if you won’t talk to me.”

No response. You get an idea. You crouch and shuffle under the control panel, right by his legs. He still didn’t acknowledge your presence. You ran your hands up and down Din’s armoured thighs. You saw him shiver slightly but still kept silent. You moved your hands up to his belt but didn’t unbuckle it, giving him time to protest before you continued. You unzipped his trousers and pulled down his boxers. You took him in your hand and stroked slowly. It didn’t take very long for him to start writhing in his seat.

You let go and he whined quietly, trying to keep it to himself. You moved your hands up to your helmet, unfastening the straps that held it in place, and pulled it off. You set it on the ground and looked up to see that Din kept his eyes forward. You took him back in your hand and licked a stripe up the length of his cock. Din tossed his head back and flipped on the autopilot. You took the head of his cock into your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. You could hear Din moan low in his chest. You took more and more of him into your throat as he got louder. You felt Din’s gloved hand grip your hair. You pulled off of him and grabbed his wrist.

“Hands to yourself. Understood?”

You growled at him. He nodded fervently and gripped onto the armrests of the pilot’s chair. You smirked and went back to teasing him. You sucked him off slowly, bobbing your head and using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t take into your mouth. Din threw his head back again, moaning loudly. You could see a little sliver of his neck peeking out from under his helmet. He bucked up into you causing you to pin his hips down with your free hand. You could tell he was getting closer by the noises he was making.

He let out a low moan before he released into your mouth. You pulled and coughed but swallowed nonetheless. You sat back on your heels and waited for him to come down. He didn’t say anything yet, only picking up your helmet and handing it to you under the panel. You pulled it on but didn't clasp it fully. You climbed out from under him and looked over the controls. You flipped the lights off, leaving the two of you in almost complete darkness. You swiftly pulled off your helmet again and sat yourself down on his lap.

“Maker. Maybe I should ignore you more often”

Was all Din could mutter before he too pulled his helmet off.

“You don’t have to ignore me for that. All you have to do is ask.”

You knew he couldn’t see you but you gave him a suggestive smirk. He moved his hands up your shoulders until he ran his thumbs over your cheek. He pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, reaching down to your belt. You stopped him.

“Maybe after the bounty is secured.”

He whined and you silenced him with another kiss.

“Good boys are rewarded.”

You teased and hopped off his lap. You secure your helmet on your head as Din did the same. You flipped the lights back on and saw that he still hadn’t pulled his trousers back up. You laughed and pointed it out. Flustered and still a bit aroused, he fumbled to buckle his belt. You put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him closer. You carefully bumped your helmets together before leaving to prepare your weapons. Din could do nothing but stand there and watch you as you moved gracefully through the ship.

[ohgiababy]