#nothoughtsjustmeds

[mothandpidgeon]

Huge congratulations on your sweet angel baby! That is so exciting and I hope you’re both doing well 💖

Here are some questions to help you for your late night pumping sessions (the euphemism in this is not lost on me…)

1. Do you typically watch TV? What is the TV show (or shows) that are often the ones that are on that play in the background while you get on with things? Do you actually enjoy those shows?

2. Do you have any pets? If not, would you want one?

3. Have you had a chance to read any fic lately? If so, have you been re-reading some old favourites, or have you been reading newer work? Do you tend to read one-shots/drabbles or multi chapters?

Sending you lots of love!

(- @nothoughtsjustmeds on main ❤️)

Thank you!! He is an angel ❤️❤️ these are great questions.

1. I probably watch YouTube as much as I do TV. When it comes to background watching, I’m all about video essays. I love them. My favorite creators include Lindsay Ellis and Contrapoints and I’ve watched Folding Idea’s 50 Shades of Grey series like 50 times.

Always looking for new video essay suggestions.

2. I don’t have pets. I’ve never really wanted the responsibility. So instead I had a baby.

3. Good fic has kind of been getting me thru. Here’s what I’m reading lately:

The Layover by @goodwithcheese (thanks for the rec @inkededucatednnerdy

Surrender by @ezrasbirdie

Compulsion by @iamskyereads

[psychedelic-ink]

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

genre: explicit smut, minors dni, childhood bestfriends to lovers, tlou'verse, jackson era, mild hurt/comfort

word count: 4.9k

summary: When your boyfriend is desperate to win back what he lost, he bets on you this time without your knowledge. And everyone knows you don't go back on your word when it comes to Joel Miller.

warnings: okay so technically not cheating because your boyfriend literally gambled you buuut if that's not your thing I totally get it, piv, dirty talk, choking, spitting, size kink, soft!joel & feral!joel, he likes hearing how big he is, affectionate whore calling™, a hint of analplay, oral (receiving and giving)

a/n: another joel fic inspired by p.orn, we love to see it

a special thank you to @nothoughtsjustmeds for the beta! 💕

Joel was never that into gambling. 

Back before everything had gone to shit, that had always been more Tommy’s forte than his own. Joel doesn’t remember the amount of times he’d had to bail his brother out, either by protecting him while putting himself in the middle or by giving him loans he’d never ever see again. Joel hadn’t minded. Tommy was his baby brother after all. As long as he was safe Joel was happy—annoyed, for sure, but happy. 

He was surprised when he learned that Jackson had a pretty heavy gambling scene and that Tommy wasn’t a part of it. He didn’t know why that was, because even on the nights where he had to go bail him out and bring him home all bloodied and bruised, Tommy just made the same mistakes. Not even Sarah’s worried expression, while she peered from between the wooden stair railing, deterred him from it. 

Guess it was different when your own kid was on the way. 

However, despite his lack of interest in gambling, he found himself betting away what little he had for someone else—someone he thought he would never see again. But honestly, he wasn’t half bad at it so he didn’t mind it that much. His only complaint was when he had to get messy hunting down those who didn’t pay up. 

One by one the men around the table folded, only leaving Joel and Liam. A huge stack of weaponry lies in the middle of the table, Liam’s eyes constantly flit between the stack and Joel. They stare at each other long and hard. Joel knows that he’s going to win. He usually did with these face-offs. 

Liam folds. 

A small smile tugs at the corner of Joel’s lips. There’s nothing better than to take what someone he absolutely detests wants. 

“Let’s go again,” Liam grunts, his forehead shining with sweat. 

Joel raises an eyebrow, “You don’t have anythin’ else to bet on.” 

“Come on now, Miller,” Liam leans back into his chair. “There must be something that you want.” 

Joel’s eyes bore into his long enough for the man to grow uncomfortable and nervous. Only then did he speak. 

“You still have that pretty girlfriend?” 

Someone Joel didn’t bother learning the name of pipes up from his right, “I thought we were only betting huntin’ supplies this time.” 

“Come on, let the man try to win his rifle back.” Joel grins. 

“Fuck you, Miller.” 

“Careful now,” he slowly places his elbows on the old table, his weight on it enough to let out a threatening creak. He cocks his head to the side, his smile small but still there. “My kindness wears thin.” 

Liam’s an addict. And of course, he says yes. 

“You fucking gambled me away?!” your voice is shaking, body trembling all over as you pace back and forth in front of the couch Liam was nestled on top of. At least he has the decency to look guilty. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Liam? I’m your girlfriend, not some kind of deer hide you can put on the table.” 

“Look I said I was sorry alright?” He stands up fast enough to make you flinch. He holds you by the shoulders, thumbs moving in a soothing manner. “Won’t happen again, I promise.” 

You scoff, “We both know that’s a lie.” You lift your chin up in defiance. “I won’t do it. I have free will. You can’t make me.” 

That makes Liam sweat. You can’t blame him, you’ve heard of Joel’s. . . outbursts. But honestly, that’s the least of your worries. You’re mostly confused as to why Joel asked for you specifically. You’re positive that he’d been avoiding you ever since he came into Jackson, only talking to you a handful of times. Why now? And why like this?

“Baby,” Liam whines, snapping you away from your thoughts. “You have to. He’s crazy, he’ll kill me.” 

“You should’ve thought of that before.” 

“Please. All you’d have to do is entertain him for the night, make him happy.” 

“So to be his plaything? Is that what you want?” 

“Maybe he’ll ask you to cook him dinner, hell if I know.” 

“Sure,” you roll your eyes. “I’m sure he’ll just want something to eat.” 

You give him one more look before slipping away from his gentle hold. Your heartbeat is slow, hours spreading across every beat, making your chest feel heavy and lightheaded.

“Fine,” you cave, wrapping yourself with your shaking arms. “But after this, I’m done, Liam. I’m so tired of bailing you out.” 

“You can’t leave, where would you go?” 

The soft tone he used while begging you to spread your legs for Joel quickly turns into a tone with sharp, dagger-like edges. You don’t say anything. Don’t answer him or agree with him. You’re lost in a broken world. 

And now, amongst all the things you’ve been through, you have to see the pity in your childhood best friend’s eyes. 

You don’t want to be here. You don’t. It’s embarrassing. 

Your boyfriend is in the other room, brooding on his couch, examining his life choices. You’re not doing any better. Your robe loose over your shoulders, the chill of the bedroom settling over your skin. It’s especially embarrassing because it’s Joel for crying out loud. You’ve known each other since you were kids causing mischief all around the neighborhood. You still remember the time you fell and scraped your knee, how he kissed it better and placed a pink bandaid over it because it was your favorite color. 

Why the hell had he asked for you? To humiliate you? Well, he definitely succeeded. 

The door opens and you jolt. His presence is large in the room, making you shudder despite yourself. Your pulse quickens. You shouldn’t be afraid of him yet here you are, trembling like a newborn doe. He closes the door with a gentle click, the wood creaking and solidifying your fate. 

You haven’t known him for years. Even before the outbreak had torn the world apart. You had moved away two years prior and after everything went down you never expected to see him again. When he showed up in Jackson you barely recognized him. He looked rugged, more salt than pepper in his beard, his eyes drained of life. He had scars that ran deep and he had found a kid along the way. You were surprised but relieved to see he still had a big heart. 

You were ashamed the first time you two sat down after years. Everyone knew of Liam’s gambling problem, he couldn’t help it, and you knew that Joel knew. You hated the idea of him pitying you, of him seeing the world weighing down on you. You’ve heard from around that Joel also started to place bets. Nothing too big though, unlike your boyfriend who would bet on almost anything in the house. You knew those bets could turn out violent and people feared Joel. Even in a safe utopia like Jackson, the kind of man he’d become traveled from ear to ear, striking fear. And when someone that owed him money ended up with a bloody nose and broken jaw. . . no one dared to deny him of anything. 

And it seemed like you were no exception. 

Joel stands in front of you, his sleeves pulled up to his elbows, exposing sinewy muscle. He stands close. Close enough that you feel his breath on your lips. Your eyelids flutter before you avert them, tears stinging the corners. 

You drop the robe, the old fabric pooling at your ankles. You’re left in a decent enough-looking bra and somewhat matching underwear. 

“Not interested,” Your entire body goes taut, eyes wide. You hear the blood rush in your ears. Joel moves past you and takes a seat on the bed, crossing his arms over the expanse of his broad chest. You stare at him and a thick knot forms in your throat. He gives you a brief look before explaining. “I only wanted to teach your boyfriend a lesson. He’s reckless. One of these days he’s gonna be in real debt to me and, darlin’, I don’t want you gettin’ caught in the middle.” 

Your heart drops. You don’t know what you’ve been expecting but it certainly isn’t this. Tears blurring your vision, you quickly bend over and scoop up your robe, throwing it over your shoulders. Somewhere along memory lane, you forgot to remind yourself that Joel was your first; first crush, first love, first kiss, first time. But it just hadn’t worked out. You had stayed close friends until you moved away, he had Sarah, you had a promising career. You were planning on getting back to him. It just never came to be. Liam didn’t know you knew Joel, only Tommy knew about the connection you two had, mainly because he was there. 

And now you had Liam—Boyfriend who calls you names because he hates everything, Liam. Shitty boyfriend, Liam. Boyfriend who put you up as a prize, Liam. 

It’s just too much. All of it. Your heart can’t handle how unfair it all is. The pity Joel shows you, the way Liam treats you. He loves you, you know that much, but he just doesn’t care enough to treat you right or tend to you when he’s so broken himself. He doesn’t understand that you would take care of him just as much. 

And now you’re just a shell. A shell of your former self. 

The first salty tear slips from your lashes, it’s followed by another and then another. 

You manage to reach the end of the bed on shaky legs, collapsing, you cover your face, heaving silently into your palms. You don’t want Liam to hear you cry, deep down you want him to think Joel is fucking you this very instant. You want him to feel guilt, or at least a sliver of the way you feel. 

There’s a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your brain doesn’t even register that Joel is pulling you into his chest, wrapping solid arms around your shaking frame. He holds the back of your neck, squeezing tenderly just like he did when your mom yelled at you and he wanted to calm you down. 

“Why are you cryin’?” he mumbles. “I told you I’m not gonna do anythin’ to you. Or to him. I just wanted him to think before he put you in any danger. What if it wasn’t me there? Not everyone is as they seem in this town.” 

After all this time Joel Miller is still looking out for you. 

“It’s not that,” you answer, between sniffled and muffled hiccups. “I’m embarrassed and so fucking tired. I don’t want you thinking I’m some damsel in distress, even though me crying isn’t really helping,” you take a deep breath and peel yourself unwillingly from his chest. “I don’t feel good about myself. I never do with him. I just feel like shit with some more shit thrown over. And well. . . now I know that you don’t want me either. It’s just too much. But I’ll be okay, thank you for looking out after me even though I’m a mess.” 

He suddenly grips your chin and pulls you close enough that your noses almost touch, “What the hell makes you think that I don’t want you?” 

“You. . .” with a sigh, you look away. “You didn’t want to fuck me.” 

“You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

Squeezing your chin, he forces your gaze back to him. His lips are parted, pupils wide enough to hide the chocolate brown of his eyes. He seems just as surprised as you feel. Arousal pools between your legs, heat dripping down the curve of your spine. You press your thighs together and swallow. 

Joel’s hand moves up to your cheek and cups it gently, thumb toying with the corner of your lip, “I just never thought you’d be interested if I’m bein’ honest. Especially not after. . . everything I’ve done.” 

“You’ve done what you’ve had to do to survive,” you kiss the curve of his palm and he shifts, coming even closer. “I always wanted to come back to you, you know? You’re my first love, Joel Miller. Deep down I always wanted you to be the last.” 

Joel was never an emotional guy. He always had trouble expressing what he thought and felt, thinking he always had to hide behind large invisible walls. The outbreak had put a magnifying glass over that quality of his. You can only tell that your words affected him by how the crease between his brows softens and his cheeks gain a subtle red hue. 

He only grunts as he forcefully brings your hand to his crotch, his cock hard and throbbing under your palm. His lips skim down your neck, kissing where your pulse beats frantically. Joel grinds into your palm, “You still want to fuck with your boyfriend waiting in the living room?” 

“God, yes.” 

You stand up and he parts his legs for you, allowing you to take your rightful place between them. Looking up, his fingers dance up your shoulders, pushing off the robe so it once again pools at your feet. The fabric of your bra has worn away with time, meaning that your nipples meet no resistance as they stiffen under his gaze. Joel licks his lips and brings both thumbs to the peaks, rubbing them until they’re fully hard. 

Then he suddenly shoves you closer to him, your aching nipple met with his wanting mouth. He sucks through the fabric. Saliva darkens the color. He sucks and moans each individual nipple until both are hard like diamonds and only then do you find yourself on the bed, his mouth still on you, starving for more. Your back forms the perfect arch, the sheets feeling like silk against your skin despite them being years old—almost rotten.

He drags his lips down your body, rough facial hair tickling your skin, your hips helplessly stutters into the air. Two large hands pin your hips down. You can’t help the noises that tumble from your lips. For the first time, you’re feeling whole. He lays soft kisses against your inner thighs and finally, he reaches where you want him most. 

Joel sucks your clit through the fabric and your body jerks, seeking the heat of his mouth against your bare cunt instead. He smiles, digging his blunt nails into your flesh. 

“Patience,” he licks a stripe down your clothed folds. “I want you to be loud, sweetheart. Make noise for me. If you want me to fuck you, that’s my price—your sounds.” 

Liam never liked the sounds you made. Unless you were mimicking porn and whispering how close you were, which was a very rare occasion. 

Joel slides his hands up to the softness of your stomach, squeezing gently. Like you might fade away at any given second. He kisses the lips of your pussy and his eyes flutter closed. 

“Doesn’t it feel good,” he begins, his southern drawl more prominent as his voice grows deeper. “To have that prick in the next room listenin’ to me fuck you, riddled with guilt because he bet on his pretty girlfriend?” 

It does feel good. “You think I’m pretty?” 

“‘Course I do,” his brows furrow, eyes finding yours. “Prettiest girl I’ve known since the first day my dick got hard.” 

The words send a tingle up your spine but Joel doesn’t allow you to linger on them for long. He slides your underwear to the side. The fabric sticky with slick, he immediately presses his lips deep into your cunt, tongue swirling around your entrance and teasing it by pushing in the tip. You cry out and grip his head, your legs pressing against his ears. Your heart hammers within the confinements of your ribcage. 

“Gonna ruin you,” he groans, licking himself deeper and rutting the bed. Your eyes roll back, your body melting with every fat stroke of his tongue. 

Joel takes you apart slowly. His jaw moves, head lazily going from left to right. You feel so wet, soaked, from both his mouth and your slick. It’s almost like he goes slower the more soaked you are. He draws various shapes around your throbbing clit. You're left withering under him, shaking, begging, and moaning his name loud enough that the entirety of Jackson could probably hear. The wet smack of his mouth is followed by loud slurps and groans, and your stomach coils tight. 

After all these years, Joel Miller had certainly learned a few new tricks. He wasn’t that same teenager anymore, though, neither were you. He feels different, yet he also feels the same. Like a familiar wind stroking your skin. 

“So damn wet and sweet like honey, fuck.” 

He moves away and you nearly cry out of frustration, fingers burrowing into the old sheets. You only move when you hear the deafening sound of a belt buckle coming loose. Joel’s pants drop to his ankles, cock painfully hard and slightly curving to the side. Your mouth waters, “No underwear?” 

“Got too lazy to wash’em last Sunday,” he lazily strokes himself. Today is Tuesday. He’s been going commando all this time. More saliva fills your mouth, you don’t know why but the thought excites you and he seems to notice. “You always did get turned on by the weirdest things,” he mutters. “Now get on your knees, sweetheart. Been waitin’ a long time to feel those lips again.” 

You pout, “Forearms are sexy, ask anyone.”

Joel sighs and shakes his head, his dark gaze makes you clench around nothing. He ignores your comment entirely.  “Don’t make me say it again.” 

You sink to your knees immediately after that. 

He’s so much thicker than you remember. The bulbous head a beautiful shade of red, shiny beads of precome gathered at the slit. You notice the vein meandering down the underside of his cock and you trace it with the tip of your tongue. The blood pumps harder in response, his length twitches and smears the shiny pearls against your cheek. 

You moan as you finally take him between your lips. The corners of your mouth sting from how wide you need to open to accommodate him. You manage to take him half way in, swirling your tongue, you hollow out your cheeks. 

“That’s it—That’s it, fuck—suck me harder, sweetheart, please—” his hips rock forward, his cock filling your mouth until the head is hitting the back of your throat. You choke on him and his head falls at the way your throat constricts around the width of him. He then pulls out, prompting you to look up. His hair is a mess, lips swollen and parted. “Use your spit, need you to wet my cock good if you want me to fit darlin’. I ain’t that teenager anymore.” 

You kiss the soft crease between his balls, rolling them with your tongue. You’re delighted to witness how he shudders at the soft caress of your lips, “I can see that.” 

“Get on with it then.” 

Joel sounds almost annoyed—no, not annoyed, but eager, desperate—to have your mouth wrapped around him with Liam in the other room. You don’t want to make him wait so you slowly allow a thin line of saliva to drip from between your lips. His thighs tense when it touches the head of his cock. 

“Is his dick as big as mine?” he asks, jaw locked, words bouncing off of clenched teeth. 

“No,” you gasp, dragging your lips down the length of him while staring at him through heavy lashes. “No, it’s not as big as yours.”

Suddenly you’re lifted to your feet, your body nothing but a ragdoll as he pushes you to the bed, the old mattress creaking with protest at the added weight.  

“Play with that fuckin’ pussy for me, I want to see it.” He wraps a hand around his weeping cock, his strokes hard and calculated. Your breasts tingle as you push a hand between your thighs, he clicks his tongue in disapproval, approaching the end of the bed. “Spread your legs wide, honey.” 

As soon as you open your legs and spread your folds for him to see how soaked you are, he’s quick to climb up the bed. Turning you to your side, he gets right behind you. Joel wets his own fingers, sucking on them with a loud groan before replacing yours with his own. He rubs your clit with precise movements, each stroke hitting the mark and making you see bright, dazzling stars. Your body moves on its own. Heat pools between your legs, your hips grinding back to feel the heft of him on your ass. 

“Joel, please,” you whimper. “Please, fuck me, please—” 

His lips touch your cheek and he breathes heavily, his chest heaving and rattling with every exhale. You feel the head of his cock slowly sinking into you, stretching you wide as his lips decorate your sweaty skin with fleeting kisses. 

“You’re takin’ me so fuckin’ well, honey,” your eyes roll back, a mild pain blossoming from where you two connect. He brushes his fingers over your clit, the sharp pleasure shortening your breath. “That’s it. That’s my girl takin’ my big cock so well. So good. So good for me.” 

Your jaw drops as you take him inch by inch. He continuously plays with your clit, kissing you and whispering words of praise while his tongue plays with your earlobe. You feel like mush. Like dough that only he can mold. Your lashes grow wet with tears, your heart beating so wild that you swear he can hear it as well. Joel slightly pulls back his hips and pushes back in, your breath catches in your throat, and soon enough he begins fucking you with shallow thrusts. 

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” he mutters into your ear. You nod helplessly, your body burning from the inside out. “Tell me, louder, come on,” a smack echoes in the small room, and pain blossoms over your ass cheek. “Come on, louder.” 

“Yes!” you cry out. In a weak attempt to meet his thrusts, you roll your hips. “Yes, this is what I wanted. I’ve never stopped thinking about it—never stopped thinking about you.” 

“Is this pussy mine?” 

“Yes, it’s fucking yours.” 

Your voice must’ve come out too much like a whisper because Joel’s pace quickens. He fucks you hard, deep, hammering into you until you’re struggling for air. He wraps thick fingers around your neck, squeezing until there’s pressure building under your eyes, your lungs burning. 

He loosens his grip around your throat, “I wanna hear it, come on now, don’t make me beg for it. Tell me, is it mine?” 

“Yours! It’s fucking yours!” 

Suddenly Joel is underneath you and you’re on top, his hips relentless as he snaps his hips up into you. It feels even better now. The way his cock massages your walls shooting crackles of electricity up your spine. He holds your ass with both hands and spreads you for his liking. 

You moan his name and when you look down, seeing him staring at your face, a sudden gush of embarrassment overwhelms you and with a small whimper, you cover his eyes with both your hands. Joel grits his teeth at that. He fucks you harder, the vicious way he presses inside making you gasp and drop your hands so you can brace yourself by flattening your palms over his chest. His eyes flash with anger. 

“Why the fuck—” he growls, “would you cover my eyes?” 

“I–I got embarrassed—” you squeeze your eyes shut and open them back again. You push down your hips, taking him to the hilt as a form of apology, but he doesn’t seem to accept it and holds you still. Your head falls back with his every thrust. 

“If you ever pull that stunt again, I’ll take you over my knee,” he rasps, ignoring the way your pussy clenches at his words. 

His finger teases your asshole and beads of sweat gather at your tailbone. Joel’s grin is dangerous, something you’d run away from rather than run towards. But you can’t help it. A wanton moan rattles your throat, your pussy clenching hard around his cock. He presses forward, burying his finger down to the first knuckle. You shudder over and over, your body building tension and releasing it simultaneously. 

“You like that, wildflower?” he groans, thrusting his finger in and out while snapping his hips up. “You enjoy it when I play with your tight little asshole?” 

“Fuck, fuck—Joel—yes, yes I do.” 

His other hand snakes around the back of your neck and yanks you down. His damp lips touch your ear, “Gonna fuck this hole one day, pretty thing. . . gonna fuck it so hard you’re not gonna be able to stand for weeks.” 

Before you can catch your breath, you’re being hauled towards the closed door, the emptiness you feel sudden and cold. He pulls your hips up, presses your cheek against the barely standing wood. Your hard nipples graze against the surface, a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine. Again, Joel thrusts forward, filling you to the brim. The mild pain tingles within your lower abdomen and you melt against him, eyes rolling back as you wiggle your ass for him. 

With every rock of his hips, your body hits the door with a thud and you’re sure Liam can hear every forceful fuck, “Tell him how fuckin’ bigger I am than him—I wanna fuckin’ hear, it come on.” 

“He’s so much bigger than you!” you groan, bracing your palm against the door. “You hear me, Liam? Never had a bigger cock in my life, I’m soaked.” 

Liam’s muffled voice follows through, “Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell is wrong with you? You fucking whore!” 

You know it shouldn’t, but his words still jar you. 

“I’ll fuckin’ break his hands for that, don’t you worry darlin’,” Joel mutters into your skin, his words marking you as something untouchable. “And I’ll make it fuckin’ hurt.” He then kisses your shoulder and shouts towards the door, slamming especially hard this time so the thud of you hitting the door echoes. “You’re the one who gambled her like some kind of prize you dickhead. Don’t blame her for feelin’ good about it!” 

“You could never satisfy me,” you say barely above a whisper, like you’re not entirely sure you’re allowed to feel good about this. About finally having him all to yourself. 

“That’s it, tell him,” Joel growls, pushing his cock even deeper. You swear that if you looked down at your stomach, you’d see a bulge, as impossible as that sounds. “Tell him.” 

You desperately grab at Joel’s forearms, feeling the sinewy muscle tense. Your slick drips down his length and wets the inside of your thighs. With a loud moan you repeat your words and it feels delightful. 

You only smile when you hear the outer door close shut. Liam is gone. 

“Yes yes yes,” Joel murmurs into your neck, ramming into you harder. “That’s it, come on my cock, sweetheart, please—I wanna feel it—” 

Your breath catches in your throat, body seizing, “B—Bed,” you manage to choke out. 

If he pulled out, you’re not aware. His body is a constant presence against your back, lips always latched on to a patch of skin, tasting the salt. Joel lays you down gently and pushes your legs high enough that it grazes your forehead with every desperate snap of his hips. 

“Is this what you want?” he groans, the wet noises of him fucking into the tight fist of your cunt bouncing off the walls. 

“Yes, Joel— this is what I want.” 

“My whore,” he leans over and grinds into you. He slips his tongue into your mouth, sucks on your tongue. The back of your thighs ache with protest but you whimper into the kiss anyway. Breaking the kiss, Joel breathes into you, “My good sweet little whore,” and another kiss. 

Your eyes roll back, “So deep,” you groan, breaking the kiss. 

“Deeper deeper deeper,” Joel mocks you by mimicking your dazed tone with his drawl. He slowly pushes in, holding himself there, he halts your breath. “How’s that, wildflower? Deep enough for you?” 

“Oh god, Joel—” you choke. You fist the sheets, your cunt fluttering and throbbing. He doesn’t move, he flexes his cock and the pressure of that is enough to break you. 

Joel wasn’t expecting it, this much your muddled brain is able to realize from the shocked groan he lets out. His lips find purchase on your forehead, kissing and mumbling praise as your entire body clenches and releases, your pussy gushing around him. You feel the trickles of fresh wetness ripping out of you and all you can do is take it when Joel resumes his thrusts, fucking you through your messy orgasm. 

Despite your insistent begging of wanting him to come inside, Joel pulls out, coming undone instantly as he does so. He rubs himself over your mound, thick ropes of come spurting across your stomach and even the underside of your right breast. He releases your legs and they fall limply to his sides. 

Joel kisses you long and deep, his weight comforting above your trembling body. When he finally pulls away, he lets out a low chuckle and brushes your noses together. 

“I think he left, sweetheart.” 

“Good,” you mumble and press a quick kiss to his flushed lips. “All I want is you.” 

Liam’s not your boyfriend anymore. 

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PPCU AO3 WRITERS DATABASE

>> click to open database <<

after this post the other day, i've birthed this little database to share writers on tumblr who also post on AO3 (or vice versa) in the pedro pascal character fanfic space (not rpf, sorry).

key benefits: it is more accessible to those who use screenreaders, those who wish to download fics to read on their e-readers or for longer series. plus, for writers, if you cross-post, people can subscribe and either read on there or tumblr, and interact with you - as notifications aren't always the best on here.

how to use:

> the database is locked to view only. > it is organised by A-Z by tumblr name by me. > you can add a "temporary" filter to organise this differently. i.e. Z-A, by AO3 name, or even the fandom list.

housekeeping:

the fandom list is up to date as of adding, if you expand out into other fandoms, i won't be updating (I'm sorry), but at least this is a starting point.

i can/will add other people, but please comment on >> THIS << post for now.

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just tooting some moots who helped spread the word:

@goodwithcheese @saradika @secretelephanttattoo @ezrasbirdie

@pedgito @nothoughtsjustmeds @swiftispunk @harriedandharassed

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✨Let’s have a Pedro Party!✨

To join in the Pedro party, first comment on this post so people know you’re partying, and then do one/a few/all of the following (OR make up your own party related activity):

🎁 Send a Pedro present! Send an ask to a partygoer (or make a post) about a character, Pedro look, Pedro quote etc. that you associate with them (and why)

🎉 Play party games! All the usual (fmk, wyr) or something else - ask about each others top fives (Pedro characters, shows/movies, scenes, tshirts, whatever!), an ask based version of the post it note game (guess which character the asker is), most likely to etc.

🎨Make a Pedro! Create something Pedro related (a moodboard, a silly little canva creation, a drabble, a stick figure drawing, idk a cake?? anything you want!) and post it for all to see

🎧Share a party playlist! Make a playlist for the partygoers, using songs you associate with Pedro, with a character, a certain fic etc.

🎈Make party decorations! Create and send me some Pedro themed party decorations to spruce the place up.

📋Party planning! What would an ideal party look like for your favourite character? Write a little blurb about it, or create a visual representation. OR plan a theme party for one of the other partygoers (for example for me you might make an alien themed party with Dieter jumping out of a cake 😏)

🪩Pedro Party pals! Send me this emoji I’ll tell you which character you’re hanging out with at the party and what you’re doing together.

❤️Most importantly, party with love! Love for Pedro, love for your pals, love for the community of great people we have here.

Random tags of some lovely moots in case they wanna join the party:

@schnarfer @hellfire-state-of-mind @covetyou @futuraa-free @ghotifishreads

@bitchwitch1981 @beefrobeefcal @ozarkthedog @whatsnewalycat @chronically-ghosted

@perotovar @swiftispunk @itsokbbygrl @studioghibelli @maggiemayhemnj

@goodwithcheese @grogusmum @nothoughtsjustmeds @toomanytookas @for-a-longlongtime

@hellishjoel @luxurychristmaspudding @penvisions @seventeenpins @secretelephanttattoo

[luxurychristmaspudding]

@nothoughtsjustmeds straight up some of the best tags I’ve ever had. Okay ily, driving to your house now to kiss you on your forehead 🫶🏼🫶🏼❤️❤️

tommy's party (pt. i & ii)

summary: your handsome new roommate spells trouble. or, a bunch of times you and frankie nearly fuck. and then one time you do.

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

series ratings/warnings: 18+, MDNI. roommate!frankie, stoner!frankie and stoner!reader. mentions of drinking and smoking weed - they're having a good time! no lady and no baby. friends to lovers, idiots in love, split pov, little bit of fluff and a whole lotta sexual tension. reader and frankie are little creeps n freaks. reader has history with benny, frankie hooks up with 1 (one) other person. thighriding, f&m masturbation, voyeurism, unprotected p in v (wrap it, y'all), oral, creampie, loads of cuddling. use of pet names (good girl, baby, etc.)

songs are tagged at end of fics - headers do not represent reader, only the albums!

an: this one really ran away from me, and so is now a two parter. love you, hope you enjoy!! <3

part i: you and your friends

part ii: tommy's party

[kedsandtubesocks]

SEASONS OF YOU : a stardew valley AU

After moving into your grandfather’s farm, you discover what awaits in the valley is more than you expected…

I can’t thank everyone enough for cheering me on & showing so much love for this strange AU of mine & feeding my Stardew obsession lol you don’t necessarily have to know/even play to read, there will be references to the game but all will be explained!

So this series will work as two different worlds / universes - one where you romance Joel & the other where you romance Frankie

You get to pick which boy & their fic you want to explore!

✧ These two will stay separate and operate independently in their own fics (think of them as two different game files) - so sorry to my babes hoping for a crossover/poly fic… maybe someday!

✧ Also, mirroring the eased & relaxed spirit of the gameplay itself, this series will be updated without a firmly set schedule and I appreciate your understanding!

I am hope we can all enjoy romancing some cute farm boys ♡

-

1st Year:

Joel - Spring 🌱

1st Year:

Frankie - Winter ❄️

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special thanks to these special farmers for the most beautiful guidance & support: @lowlights @swiftispunk @burntheedges @ahauntedcowboy @tightjeansjavi @perotovar @chronically-ghosted @nothoughtsjustmeds

[moonpascaltoo]

joel miller

MASTERLIST • PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS • 06/01/24

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs three

one two four five

𑣲 dirty laundry I @strang3lov3

Joel's best kept secret is the washer and dryer he's not supposed to have. Your best kept secret is that you've been using that washer to get yourself off.

𑣲 death by flirting I @/strang3lov3

Five times you made Joel blush, and when he finally did it back to you.

𑣲 click here I @/strang3lov3

Joel should really stop clicking on links that Tommy emails him.

𑣲 where you belong I @jobean12-blog

You and Joel have been friends for a long time and the tension has been building. It's hard to ignore and when he comes to your rescue it's all the push you need.

𑣲 37 minutes I @criticallyacclaimedstranger

you wake up one morning needing Joel, and he comes as soon as you let him know that. And while his life may be busy, he takes the time to thoroughly satisfy you.

𑣲 pre-outbreak!joel I @forever-rogue

𑣲 put it in, coach I @magpiepills

you are an 18 year old high school senior on the cheerleading team, and Joel is the beloved and successful football coach. He helps you with some stretching after practice.

𑣲 snapshots I @pedrospatch

Moments of Joel Miller’s life in Jackson, Wyoming with his girls.

𑣲 screwed I @alrightieaphroditie

you find yourself drawn to joel miller when he arrives at jackson, though you can't quite put your finger on why. after seeing the town ostracize him, you decide to step up and befriend him.

𑣲 have a good night I @punkshort

Every week like clockwork, the same devastatingly handsome man comes into the grocery store where you work to buy flowers. It's not until he asks you out when you realize the flowers aren't for his wife or girlfriend.

𑣲 night shift I @/punkshort

It was a relatively quiet night in the emergency room until a handsome contractor gets admitted and adds some excitement to your life.

𑣲 wrong delivery I @bitchesuntitled

Sleepin' with the hot construction guy doing the remodel at your work, he winds up buying flowers for someone else...

𑣲 you should probably leave I @skbeaumont

He works long days. You help out with Sarah, make her dinner, put her to bed when he has to stay late. And then when he gets home you help him out, too, even though you both know you should probably leave.

𑣲 not home I @palioom

joel comes home and finds you asleep.

𑣲 like real people do I @mrsmando

a temporary arrangement leads to permanent feelings that joel can’t seem to shake — for you. but do you feel the same?

𑣲 prophesy I @softlyspector

you died but your ghost keeps visiting.

𑣲 catching I @/softlyspector

None of your partners had ever been able to make you come before. Joel changed that.

𑣲 garter I @/softlyspector

You and Joel got married. There's just one tradition you didn't get to complete.

𑣲 just and just as I @familyvideostevie

𑣲 postoutbreak!joel I @talaok

𑣲 home I @morallyinept

Joel returns home to you.

𑣲 untitled I @joelslastofus

Joel and you have a close friendship until Sarah’s mother returns and he rudely pushes you away. He never knew you were in love with him or that he himself was in love with you until Tommy wants to date you.

𑣲 pregnant!reader I @/joelslastofus

Joel deals with upsetting his overly sensitive eight month pregnant wife.

𑣲 delicate I @beskarandblasters

You play with Joel’s hair during a moment of anguish.

𑣲 gimme what i want I @atticrissfinch

the wrong number that texts you ends up being a man much hotter than you’d ever expect…

𑣲 bloom I @nothoughtsjustmeds

𑣲 puppy love I @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers

You always follow Joel Miller around, you've got his back. You're in love with him. Putting up with Tess's nickname of puppy dog, you don't realize that Joel feels for you until the end.

𑣲 meet me at bills town I @/absurdthirst - @/storiesofthefandomlovers

When Bill & Frank take you in to help care for Frank in his declining health, you meet Joel. Making you wish you had what the two men have together with him.

𑣲 sleep tight I @/absurdthirst - @/storiesofthefandomlovers

Fucking Joel in that sleeping bag.

𑣲 the road to a second chance I @/absurdthirst - @/storiesofthefandomlovers

You love Joel, and after a particularly bad run, you finally get to have him. Only to be heartbroken when he rejects you immediately after. Leaving you to flee the Boston QZ with Tommy. Nearly five years later, Joel shows up looking for you and Tommy and finds you living a surprising life.

𑣲 the last day I @/absurdthirst

The last morning before the world changes.

𑣲 lost and found I @/absurdthirst - @/storiesofthefandomlovers

Joel told you he would get Sarah and be right back for you. Twenty years later, he shows up with a strange girl and a lifetime of changes to your old lover. Giving you one more night before he promises to come back this time.

𑣲 sit right here I @/absurdthirst

You have to sit somewhere, right? Why not on Joel's cock.

𑣲 does anyone know where the love for god goes? I @shellshocklove

crossing the country alone as he searches for his brother, joel stumbles on a farm. winter is closing in, and against his better judgement he's convinced to stay. as the frost covers the land like a blanket, a warmth ignites in his heart for the young woman who's home he finds himself in.

𑣲 no time to die I @davosmymaster

The main difficulty of being Joel’s closest friend is not falling in love with him, but you still do. Those feelings are buried until you join him on a mission to trade supplies with Bill and Frank. With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.

𑣲 white lies I @poeticpascal

Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

𑣲 saying thanks I @vivwritescrappythings

Joel is your grumpy patrol partner who doesn’t even talk to you in the streets of Jackson. But one night a man grabs your arm at the Tipsy Bison, and Joel’s decided he doesn’t like it.

𑣲 love in the time of cordyceps I @sameheart-sameblood

when the world ends, you promise you'll never love again. joel miller makes that rule hard to stick to

𑣲 privates I @eff4freddie

Joel takes a second job at the local strip club, hoping to cover Sarah's fees for her fancy new private school. He just has to make sure no one's gettin' too rowdy, and watch out for the girls. It would be really simple. If it weren't for you.

𑣲 touch I @/eff4freddie

You and two of your friends arrive at Jackson hoping to find refuge from a crumbling world. In order to stay, you need to demonstrate usefulness to the community. You can offer your healing hands.

𑣲 that’s a real fucking legacy I @wyn-n-tonic

When Tommy disappears in search of a better life with a promise to come back for you, his years of absence and the grief it leaves behind drives you and his brother closer together until the man you're sharing a bed and starting a family with is Joel Miller and not the one you always thought it would be.

𑣲 clouded judgment/clear mind part 2 I @bluebeary-jay

it was a long time since Joel had felt a maddening rage like this, but he weren't about to let anyone who dares to hurt you get away with it.

𑣲 hold me close and hold me fast I @/bluebeary-jay

It's been a long time since Joel was in any relationship and because of that he has absolutely no clue how to react to your affections. It culminates into an angsty conversation which he wanted to avoid at all costs.

𑣲 how easy you are to need I @/bluebeary-jay

Joel notices that the peaceful life in Jackson has its consequences. he is not happy about it.

𑣲 that funny feeling I @/bluebeary-jay

pet names are something that's equally very easy and very hard for Joel

𑣲 reason I @/bluebeary-jay

things go wrong when you try to cross a small city. joel almost gets himself killed and you finally confront him about why he never seems to trust you with anything.

𑣲 texas sun I @from-the-clouds

Twenty years later, Joel still doesn’t know how to describe what you were to him. You’d never made any promises to each other, but you loved his daughter like she was your own. Had he known what was going to happen, he wouldn't have let you go.

𑣲 broken I @tofics

A year has passed since Joel and Ellie have returned to Jackson when he finds you on patrol, half frozen and half burning up. Jackson takes you in and nurses you back to health, welcoming you as the newest member of their community. The more time passes, Joel realizes that you and him have more in common than he likes... Until one day, everything changes and you get a gift that he'll never get.

𑣲 love tap I @gutsby

Old habits die hard with your husband—touching you at inappropriate times is one of them.

𑣲 failing part 2 I @toomanystoriessolittletime

Joel made many mistakes. The biggest was leaving you.

𑣲 the fisherman’s wife I @joelmama

The free-spirited Reader is arranged to marry a divorced Fisherman named Joel Miller. And although she protested this at first, she soon wonders if maybe she could be happy with her new husband.

𑣲 the gold… I @heartpascal

you don’t like the person joel’s become.

𑣲 blurb I @eufezco

𑣲 grumpy x sunshine I @luveline

𑣲 touch-starved!joel I @/luveline

𑣲 blood in the cut I @wheresarizona

You’re distracted while working with Joel, and it almost costs you your lives. Luckily, he knows how to get you out of your head—it’s just a little surprising because you didn’t think he liked you, but here he is eating you out like it’s his last meal.

𑣲 darlin’ I @charnelhouse

You are another means to an end. He needs a second pair of hands and you have the face to distract scavengers and the guts to kill people who need to be put down.

𑣲 request I @/charnelhouse

𑣲 see you, seeing me I @amywritesthings

After handling a life-or-death favor for Tess, you're in deep shit. Until she can make things right, she suggests you lay low at her place for the week. The issue? It's also Joel Miller's place, and you're pretty sure he hates you.

𑣲 yours truly and forever part 2 I @me-and-your-husband

you find ellie and joel in need of help, desperately. you take care of the two, when affection for joel creeps up on you and you can’t shake it. he can’t stay, but maybe, if you don’t think too hard about it, that won’t matter.

𑣲 here in you doorway I @swiftispunk

your fiancé tommy breaks off your engagement. you seek comfort in the arms of your best friend, who just happens to be your fiancé’s older brother.

𑣲 a mercenary named time I @thelastofhyde

as joel begins to age, memories of sarah are beginning to fade. though he wants nothing more than to talk to you about his troubles, there's something standing in his way: he never told you about sarah.

𑣲 the likeability paradox part 2 I @/thelastofhyde

joel miller is not a man who strives to be liked, with a chip on his shoulder and a scowl on his face, until his world is flipped on its axis when the pretty young thing living under bill and frank’s roof, with an irritatingly unwavering smile and the literal sun shinning out her ass, says those five damned words: i don’t like you, joel.

[djarins-riduur]

THE MOONLIGHT REVIEW

➛ VOL.01: SEPTEMBER EDITION

note: welcome to the first ever edition of the moonlight review! where you can find fics i've devoured, enjoyed and basically re-read throughout the month. i hope you enjoy the beautifully crafted stories and please please give these incredible authors all the love they deserve!

as always many of these fics are 18+ only so minors you should be nowhere near them.

LOGAN HOWLETT

➛ from eden | 18+ | written by @eupheme

➛ secondhand smoke | 18+ | written by @ovaryacted

➛ your kiss is on my list | written by @eupheme

➛ 'messy' | 18+ | written by @silverskyeline

➛ Quiet Drive | 18+ | written by @wlwloverwrites

➛ busy signal | 18+ | written by @superhoeva

➛ help me hold onto you | 18+ | written by @guiltyasdave

➛ Cutman | 18+ | written by @avocado-writing

➛ old man!logan | 18+ | written by @inkedells

➛ public place | 18+ | written by @sunflowersteves

➛ The Whole Wide World In Her Hands | written by @logaenhowlett

➛ Future Boyfriend | 18+ | written by @wlwloverwrites

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS

➛ Marcus Acacius fic | 18+ | written by @juletheghoul

➛ Jackson!Joel fic | 18+ | written by @nothoughtsjustmeds

➛ Frankie Morales: Sit Back, Baby | 18+ | written by @almostfoxglove

STAR WARS

➛ Through the Depths of the Shadows | AO3 | written by @karasong

TOP GUN MAVERICK

➛ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw: Gave My heart (In Sweet Surrender) | written by @starryeyedstories

COD

➛ 'simon never calls you baby' | written by @oceantornadoo

➛ Simon Riley: Not With a Bang but a Whimper | 18+ | written by @whateveriwant

MISCELLANEOUS

➛ Benny Cross Masterlist | written by @sansaorgana

➛ Tyler Owens: ain't afraid of a little thunder | 18+ | written by @sunlightmurdock

➛ Erik Lehnsherr: make it fun, don't trust anyone | written by @kaznejis

[prolix-yuy]

ELLA you can't come in here and make me emotional like this! It was great to get a little bit of inspiration out, and playing with Joel is so much fun (even when we're beating him up a lil bit). I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

Writers' Iron Chef #13: Lovesick

[PROMPT] Patching up a wound

[ADDITIONAL PROMPT] “Why would you put yourself through something like that?”

[TIME LIMIT] Optional, 10 minutes prep. time 30 minutes writing time Optional, 10 minutes editing time

Pairing: Joel Miller x GN!Reader

Rating: M, descriptions of wound care and blood, allusions to dubcon due to drinking and drug use. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ so MINORS DNI.

Summary: You've been greedy for Joel for too long.

Notes: Written for Writers’ Iron Chef Prompt 13

I've had a Joel story idea bouncing around in my head for several months now, but it's not much more than disconnected scenes and a vibe, you know? I decided to try and exorcise a part with this prompt. This was imspired by a scene in the movie Foe with Saoirse Ronan and Paul Mescal (which was excellent, btw) that got the creative juices flowing.

Thanks to @writersironchef for always giving the best prompts!

The blood that runs into the sink isn’t yours, but it is Joel Miller’s and that’s hardly better.

Laying the needle and scissors beside the sink, you dry your hands on a towel that doesn’t make you feel much cleaner. There’s probably still blood under your nails, half moons of frenzied memories you can look back on when you’re in bed tonight.

“Joel, what the fuck?”

“I need…”

He didn’t have to say much more, and your stomach sours for it. Joel could say he needed you to balance on the edge of a razor and you’d do it just for the fact that he needed you. Pitiful, lovesick, desperate you.

He’d shredded his back coming back into the QZ scrambling away from patrol lights. Tess split off from him, trades to be made and deals best done without her loyal attack dog. So he’d stumbled back to his apartment, stopping just long enough to knock at yours across the hall.

“Jesus Christ, how did you fuck yourself up this badly?”

“FEDRA’s patrolling our usual spots, think they’re onto us…fuck!”

You salved his wounds with apologies as you cleaned grit from long scrapes and worried at the beads of blood that melted across your fingers. The worst was a gash you had to close, infection too present a worry. Hardening your gut, you tried to disassociate how much like sewing leather it felt. Joel bit down on his belt and stuffed his face in a pillow, but fists still slammed on walls around you at his ruckus. 

“I’m done, I’m done, it’s finished.”

“Jesus ‘n Mary, there ain’t much left for you to piece back together at this rate.”

Walking back to the bed, he’s disheveled but alive. He asks for booze, which you find in a high cabinet. He asks for pills, reluctantly revealed to live in a false drawer bottom. You don’t have to say he can trust you with these secrets. Vices were too expensive for you most days. Once he downs both he lays back, injury padded with the cleanest cloths you could find. His breathing hitches, pants in pain, then slows as the drugs and drink take effect. 

And then it’s just you, sitting next to your neighbor as his body releases. 

You should go. Tess would be back any time now and you didn’t want her to see your longing. There are whispers about if Joel is hers, and while you know they belong to each other in a way drenched in darkness, you’ve never been sure if the claim is on their hearts as well. It’s just vague enough of a partnership that when Joel has a good day and shares an extra ration card, your heart flutters. 

But it’s too dangerous. He’s too dangerous, the both of them. You can’t get mixed up in whatever they have going on. Why would you put yourself through something like that?

It’s not the first time he’s come home bloodied, and not the first time you’ve pulled him back together. There’s trust there, but also foolish hope that life could march on and a man could desire you again. Maybe even care for you enough to break teeth and bones. 

A brush against your arm turns you back to Joel, eyes half-lidded but trained hazily on you. One large hand skims over your shoulder, down your arm and lands heavily in your lap. 

“Joel?” you ask, looking down at his thick fingers splayed across your thighs. He hums, low and rumbly as his lips part. 

He’s surely too far gone to know you’re even here. It would be best to slip out unnoticed, talk to Tess tomorrow about checking his injury for infection. 

But you don’t. You’re frozen as the calloused skin of his thumb catches on the worn fibers of your jeans. It’s a caress you haven’t known for years. 

He doesn’t know it’s you.

“Joel,” you say again, and enough courage bolsters you to slide your hand into his palm, the other circling his wrist. He’s so warm, thick-skinned against your fingers. You start to lift from the bed, intending to place his hand where you sat, when it makes a drunken path to cup your chin. Pressure against your jaw turns your face to him spread out on the bed beside you. His chest is bare, light perspiration beading along the cut of his collarbone. He licks his lips slowly, the slip of tongue drawing an ache up from the deepest well. 

“Hey there,” he drawls, and god, you could shatter from it. Tears build in your eyes but you can’t move, his hands drawing you down to him. 

“Joel, it’s…I’m not…” you choke out. It’s a final defense. He’ll hate you tomorrow, but you’ll have said something. His lip quirks, not quite a smile. 

“I know,” he husks before leading your lips to meet his.

You’re not sure he does, but you’re too greedy to say more.

END

[guiltyasdave]

@swiftiscruff gift exchange 🤍

the biggest hug to everyone on here who has ever interacted with me in any way, you have made my past six months one of the best experiences that i’ve ever had in my life. i have found such amazing friends on here, being part of this community brings me so much happiness and i love you all very very much 🫶🏻 thank you for brightening my life every day!

@joelscurls @reddedmiller @catchallfangirl @beardedjoel @kiwisbell @caffeinated-validation @amanitacowboy @planet-marz1 @cavillscurls @joelsgreys @endlessthxxghts @iamasaddie @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @wannab-urs @beskarandblasters @pr0ximamidnight @justagalwhowrites @undercoverpena @mrsmando @missredherring @swiftispunk @joelscruff @macfrog @hier--soir @mermaidgirl30 @thirtysevenodddogs @thepetitemandalorian @morallyinept @morning-star-joy @schnarfer @scenaaario @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @pascalpvnk @pascalispretty @pamasaur @galactic-basic @pedrit0-pascalit0 @nothoughtsjustmeds @ezrasbirdie @javier-pena @covetyou @louswrld11 @vee-bees-blog @katiexpunk @bitchwitch1981 @saradika @daydreamingmiller @thetriumphantpanda @ilovepedro (& the people that i've forgotten to tag, i'm so sorry <3)

[covetyou]

it's been one whole year since I first posted a fic on Tumblr!

whilst I have nothing extraordinary planned to mark the occasion, I did want to say a massive thank you to the hundreds of you that loved and interacted with sleepless in the months following its release, and never once did any of you say anything about my terrible graphic making skills. you're all real ones and I love you.

if I've interacted with you in some way over the last 12 months - be it in my own comments, yours, reblogs, or sneakily slipping into your DMs, or over on discord - know that you've made my experience here immeasurably more special than I thought it would be when I dropped that fic without much thought.

and, while I do still have plans to drop a little something tonight, in typical me fashion I changed my mind last minute and now I'm doing a rewrite. so, if this is the last you see if me today, thank you, I love you, I hope to slip into your comments or reblogs soon.

... if I do see you later, know this is not the last you'll see of me this week, and I'll see you on Thursday with a little message from dress up!Joel to take us calmly and in a very well planned and thought out (lol) way into October, and all that month has in store...

(it's SWAT season, I'm shit at keeping secrets)

some specific love to these babies, for without you I would be nothing

@sp00kymulderr @jupiter-soups @noxturnalpascal @missredherring @tonysopranosrobe

@toxicanonymity @milla-frenchy @guiltyasdave @strang3lov3 @corazondebeskar-reads

@morallyinept @beefrobeefcal @jolapeno and for being my first comment and reblog respectively @angelofsmalldeath-codeine and @nothoughtsjustmeds

and, of course, there are so many more for you that my brain just totally fails to remember the user names of, but if you've interacted with me once, or a million times, thank you so very much 💛

[coffee-and-uhg]

I’ve been meaning to make this playlist for a long time and Pedro Party seemed like the right time to do it! Let’s get delulu together and rave in some lower Manhattan warehouse in the 90’s with young Dieter. 💜

@sp00kymulderr 🎧

thank you @schnarfer for the Pedro Party tag list!

@ghotifishreads @secretelephanttattoo @readingiskeepingmegoing @itsokbbygrl @hellfire-state-of-mind

@covetyou @ozarkthedog @artsy-girl-76 @beelzebeth87 @perotovar

@undercoverpena @bluestar22x @maggiemayhemnj @sixhours @goodwithcheese

@marisferasiop @mothandpidgeon @coffee-and-uhg @thesluttylittleknee @shchristine

@bitchesuntitled @futuraa-free @whatsnewalycat @tinytinymenace @oliveksmoked

@nothoughtsjustmeds @survivingandenduring @arthurcerverogf @kedsandtubesocks @sin-djarin

@for-a-longlongtime @rosellacwrites @luxurychristmaspudding @sunshinehaze1

@qveerthe0ry @fhatbhabiee @jennaispunk @sawymredfox @yopossum

[trulybetty]

Thank you! What a compliment 🥰

This man in any form is the dream, but throw in some sweats and a bottle of wine and I'm melting 🫠 lol

Thank you for reading and sharing! I'm glad you enjoyed this one! 💕✨xx

04 x dinner date - tim rockford x reader

prompt: dinner date pairing: tim rockford x reader word count: 701 notes: fluff, mentions of food, multiple mentions of potatoes, the flu, no use of y/n and reader is a blank slate summary: change in dining plans for valentines with tim

x. masterlist

“Would you stop apologizing,” Tim said as he pulled a clean t-shirt over his bare chest.

If you weren't hopped up on flu meds and your head didn't feel like it was stuffed with cotton wool you'd lament the loss of his naked broad shoulders. Then again, if you weren't currently sick and curled up in bed the two of you would be out for dinner at the restaurant Tim had been desperate to get into that had conveniently lined up with Valentine's Day. Two birds one stone he'd winked over breakfast when he'd confirmed the alignment of dates some weeks ago.

But tonight, instead of indulging in a romantic evening, Tim found himself taking care of you. He leaned over, pushing back the hoodie you'd pulled up over your head sullenly and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“You go,” you managed to get out between sneezes, “go on without me and come back and tell me how amazing the crispy mashed potato is,” you wailed, “like in excruciating detail.”

Tim rolled his eyes at your theatrics, “Too late, I already gave the reservation to Nell,” before he could carry on the doorbell interrupted him, “I'll be back, you okay to pause the dramatics until I'm back?”

You scowled as you watched him walk out of the bedroom until he was out of sight, you also weren't too sick to admire him in a rare sight of casual attire, sweatpants. Throwing yourself back against the multitude of cushions Tim had propped up around you, you flicked through the channels of the TV standing on the dresser at the end of the bed. It took a moment or two before you settled on some cheesy rom-com that Tim would with no doubt grumble about, but five minutes in be fully invested in the plot, asking questions and decrying the main character's motives.

The smell of food reached your nose before you caught a glimpse of him. He shouldered the door open, his hands balancing a lap tray overflowing with recognizable takeout containers from his favourite Chinese restaurant, and tucked under his arm was a bottle of wine. He placed the tray carefully on the bed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a corkscrew with skilled precision. In a matter of seconds, he removed the cork and began pouring wine for both of you.

“I'm sorry we didn't get to go out,” you said moments later as you sipped at your wine, tucked in at Tim's side as he managed to somehow make using chopsticks to eat noodles an art in a neat skilled flick of the wrist.

Tim chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked at you. “Hey, it's not your fault you got sick,” he said, his voice warm and comforting. His phone buzzed from the bedside table and he reached over to pick it up, “It's Nell,” he announced, squinting slightly at the screen before a smile spread across his face. “She's thanking me for the reservation and... oh, she sent a picture of those potatoes you wanted.”

“Are they as amazing as they sounded on the menu?” you asked, “wait, I don't know if I can take it if they are,” you cried as you covered your eyes. 

“According to Nell, they're 'to die for,'” he read aloud, purposely ignoring your melodramatics as he turned the screen to show you the picture. The picture, a plate of golden, crispy rolls of mashed potato, artfully arranged and garnished, looking every bit as delicious as you had imagined.

You let out a dramatic sigh, sinking deeper into the pillows. “Betrayed by my own body,” you mourned through a hacking cough, as if your body wanted to hammer it home. 

Tim dropped his phone back down on the bedside table and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “Nell's already put our name on the waiting list for us, we're going to go there together, and we'll order so many of those potato things that you'll be sick of them,” he promised, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“You promise?” you asked tucking yourself further into his side.

“I promise.”

[jolalibrary]

calling all my pedro pascal character writers who use AO3…

so we know I love a project. and as someone who began on AO3 (for other fandoms) and has a deep love for it, but has neglected it a lot (I’m sorry my love, forgive me), who else is on AO3 and can you share your usernames? (jo needs consent)

I am naturally, undercoverpena

this might help create a bit of a database to help people who prefer reading there or use screen readers or wish to download for e-readers! but, other benefits of following on there too is that you can subscribe and get notifications (as tumblr can be… tumblr) 🩷

tagging some moots who I know use it to help spread the word, but no pressure at all! I’m just a jo trying their best hehehe: @goodwithcheese @secretelephanttattoo @pedgito @swiftispunk

@nothoughtsjustmeds @psychedelic-ink

[littlemisspascal]

New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

Felt like I've been hit by a bus all week due to a sinus infection but the excellent fics of this fandom dulled the worst of the pain :)

New Works Added ✨

Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊

As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let know and I’ll remove them asap 😊

@the-blind-assassin-12 Dieter Out of This World

@frenchiereading Dieter Can’t Touch the Sky / Lucien Dripping Red

@morallyinept Dieter La Vida Más Fina 

@eff4freddie Dieter 2 Sweet 4 Me / Joel Free

@chronically-ghosted Dieter I Breathe You In (And It Changes Me)

@undercoverpena Joel When His Eyes Open / Frankie Spell Out Miss You Against My Skin

@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Joel Dominate Love

@wardenparker @absurdthirst Joel “Put me down”

@stylesispunk Joel ‘I’ve been praying, I never did before’

@atticrissfinch Joel Born of Confusion and Quiet Collusion 

@penvisions Joel Gone to the Dogs + Unexpected Bloom 

@mermaidgirl30 Joel Tongue Tied + Deep Blue + Crimson Ties

@missredherring Joel Little Girl with a Big Mouth

@ozarkthedog Joel Oh, Summer Nights

@movievillainess721 Whiskey Date Night

@burntheedges Frankie And Then They Kiss / Clint Good

@nothoughtsjustmeds Frankie Catch and Release

@beskarandblasters Din Kiss Me Thru the Comlink

@djarins-cyare Din Never Look Down

@milla-frenchy Tim The Detective / Joel Family Business

@wildemaven Javier My Place or Yours 

@kteague Pero Cherished

@whatsnewalycat Dave Mindfuck

@aurorawritestoescape Max Addicted

@janaispunk Oberyn Strawberry Sugar

@boliv-jenta Marcus P Your Biggest Fan

[kedsandtubesocks]

WILD RIDE: a writing challenge

So I wrote my first ever multi fic series Let’s Rodeo at the beginning of this year & to celebrate i’d thought I would finally host my first ever writing challenge to welcome the new year!

So here’s how the challenge will work…

- The boys will be divided into 2 groups: one with prompts occurring in modern day & the other set in old west/western times

- 14 slots: once a prompt is taken it’s gone… so be sure to grab the one you want!

- Each prompt has a moodboard attached (which you can use as inspiration or just enjoy for the vibes)

↳ So what’s the extra wild ride part of this prompt?

✨send in an ask with the Pedro boy of your choice & a number between 1-20 & I’ll reply with a trope to add to your fic! If you’re not feeling too wild about the trope you got, then no worries, ride on & write what feels right!

⚠️ Rules:

Even if you don’t decide to use the trope given - please stay within the prompt’s boundary & given time frame each has been placed in

500 word minimum - other than that you’re free to write to your hearts content!

Tag me & use the hashtag #kedsandtubesocks wild ride so I can update the masterlist

Deadline: February 28 [of course if you need to send it in after just let me know …we can always use more cowboy fics at any time]

🌾 MODERN DAY PROMPTS

✦ Marcus Moreno: Rodeo Rescue @morallyinept #4 [star-crossed lovers]

✦ Dieter Bravo: Movie Cowboy @chaotic-mystery #15 [meet ugly]

✦ Marcus Pike: Cowboy Themed Party @secretelephanttattoo #8 [workplace romance]

✦ Joel Miller: Retired Rodeo Cowboy - @pedgito #12 [forbidden love]

✦ Jack Daniels: Honky Tonk Cowboy Bar Owner @jennaispunk #5 [childhood friends]

✦ Oberyn Martel: Spanish Ranch Owner @chronically-ghosted #7 [fake dating/relationship]

✦ Pero Tovar: Rodeo Bull Rider @perotovar #16 [rivals/competition]

🌵 OLD WEST ERA PROMPTS

✦ Javier Peña: Rancher @savedyounine #11 [love at first sight]

✦ Tim Rockford: US Marshal @crowandmousewritingco #2 [only one bed]

✦ Ezra: Corrupt Sheriff @beefrobeefcal #3 [lovers to enemies]

✦ Javier Gutierrez: Bandit/Outlaw @bluestar22x #8 [workplace romance]

✦ Dave York: Hired Gun [Mercenary]

✦ Frankie Morales: Solider turned Cowboy @hauntedhowlett #17 [secret dating]

✦ Din Djarin: Hired Gun [Bodyguard] @corazondebeskar #1 [enemies to lovers]

Here’s to the creations & wonders, the wild rides, you will write and take us on! Can’t wait to see all the magic y’all create!

If you have any questions please message me! Also I can’t thank @perotovar & @pedgito for inspiring me, cheering me on, to finally host this - this wouldn’t be here without them 💛

tagging some yeehawin’ cute mutuals that might be curious about this rodeo (if not, no worries!)

@hauntedhowlett @burntheedges @saradika @nothoughtsjustmeds @jolapeno @tonysopranosrobe

@nothoughtsjustmeds @almostfoxglove @amanitacowboy @sp00kymulderr @chronically-ghosted @beardedjoel

@morallyinept @schnarfer @lowlights @julesonrecord @quinnnfabrgay-writes @guiltyasdave @secretelephanttattoo

@ghotifishreads @corazondebeskar @chaotic-mystery @seventeenpins @yxtkiwiyxt