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judysxnd · 1 year ago

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Hey

Can you please write a pedro and reader spicy time? The last one you wrote was epic🔥🔥🔥

Thank you soooo much!!! I just got an idea the other night that corresponds to your request. Had too much fun writing this one. I’m really proud!!

Minors DNI

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex

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Pedro and you have been apart for a few months now. You were literally in the opposite places. He was in Europe filming while you stayed left in L.A, also filming on your own. You never got the chance to see each other as you both had busy schedules. You texted and called every time you could, but with the time difference it was hard.

He was the one to come back first to New York. He started to film a little bit earlier than you so he finished earlier as well. You came back just two days later, around 11pm. When you entered the house, it was pitch black. You assumed he would be sleeping already since it was so late. You tried not to make noise as you walked in with your luggage.

You didn’t even have time to close the door that the lights turned on. Surprised you turned around to see Pedro, at the end of the corridor, only wearing a shirt and briefs. He had messy hair and a tired expression suggesting that he was sleeping until you arrived. A wave of guilt went through your body.

“please tell me I didn’t wake you up” your voice sounded a little nervous.

“no I was just watching TV” you frowned a bit “okay I probably fell asleep” you chuckled. “Come here” he said opening his arms. You put your stuff down, kicked your shoes and went straight into his arms. You hummed.

“I missed you so much” he laid his head on top of yours, holding you tight.

“You have no I idea how much I missed you too” he said as he put one of his hands in your hair. You stayed like that for a few minutes.

“We should probably go to bed now, you’re tired” you said pulling away. Pedro cupped your face with his hands, looking at your features like it was the first time he saw them.

“I’m not tired anymore” he smiled before leaning in to kiss you. It felt like time stopped. His lips were finally on yours. Your heart started to beat faster than before, like it was your first kiss. You suddenly felt hot, already wanting more than just a kiss on the lips.

“good” you said as he pulled away, looking at his lips before staring at his eyes with a smirk. He smiled like he understood immediately how you felt, probably feeling the same. He grabbed your hand, pulling you with him to the living room where he stopped to turn off the tv. He then continued to the bedroom, still holding your hand.

Once you were in the bedroom, you were not letting go of each other, continuously kissing each other until you reached the bed. Your jeans and shirt were long gone on the floor, as well as Pedro’s. You were both in your underwear now. You lightly pushed him so that he would sit on the edge of the bed, carefully spreading his legs so you could stand in between.

“I missed you so so much” you said playing with his hair and caressing his face. His hands were on the back of your thighs.

“What did you miss exactly” he said in a lower voice. You stared at him for a second.

“You- you being close to me”

“Did you miss this?” He said as he squeezed your ass with both of his hands, earning a moan from you.

“Yes, yes I missed this” you let your hands on his shoulders, holding him as he left kisses on your stomach. “I missed your hands on my body” you closed your eyes as the feeling of him touching you was too good. “I missed feeling you”

“Hmm.. keep going”

“I missed having my hands in your hair” you paused, opening your eyes again to look at him. “I missed touching you” He pulled away, looking at you. His hands got lower behind your knees to make you sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling at him.

“Did you miss something else?” He smirked. He unclipped your bra with one hand, slowly taking it off of you, revealing your breasts. His hands immediately cupped them, also pulling you closer so he could kiss them.

“I missed so.. many things” you said between breaths. He was so good to you that just his touch made you skip breaths. “I missed the way you make me feel” his lips and tongue were working perfectly against your nipples, sending shivers through your entire body.

In a swift motion, by holding your left leg he laid you down on the bed. He lifted your ass a bit, grabbing your thong and slowly pulling it down. He threw it somewhere, not really caring. He was staring at you. He spread your legs, hands on your knees, he went down, kissing your thighs first.

“I missed the way you kiss my thighs every time before going down on me” he smiled as he looked at you again before finally going down on you. You gasped. You already started to breathe heavily. “I missed- oh god- I missed your tongue on my- my” you couldn’t even finish your sentence.

“on your..?” He asked “got to use your words mi amor” he teased

“on my clit” You said louder because your orgasm was coming. “Oh yes Pedro just- like- that!” You had your hands in his hair. You felt your orgasm getting closer and closer, taking over your entire body, making your legs shake.

He was licking and sucking your core just perfectly. His hands were holding your thighs, keeping your legs open just for him. You started to arch your back, arms falling on the side to help you stay still. Moans were leaving your mouth unconsciously, warning Pedro that you were about to come.

“Can you come for me cariño?” He said pulling away for a second, looking at you.

“If you keep going.. yes” you sighed and teased at the same time because he stopped right before you were about to feel the integrity of your orgasm. He smirked at your cockiness, but didn’t say anything, instead he went back in between your legs, finishing what he had started.

You didn’t know if it was because he stopped right before or not, but your orgasm hit you more intensely than it was about to before, making you release your juice into Pedro’s mouth. After a few seconds, you were still panting. He crawled back up to kiss you, not forgetting to leave a few sloppy ones on your stomach, breasts and neck.

“Is there something more your missed?” You were moving your hips a little bit because you still wanted more. You couldn’t help but smile at his question. He wanted you to say it.

“I missed the feeling of your dick inside of me” you said as you lowered your hand, starting to feel him through his briefs. “And I am not the only who’s missing something” you joked

“You’re not going to miss it for long” he said kissing you. He stood up, taking of his boxers. Oh yeah he missed you a lot too. Biting your lips you moved your finger, telling him to come closer. He didn’t hesitate a second. You cupped his face, kissing him all over his beard, ending on his lips.

“I missed you beard” you were running your fingers through it. “Still wet after you just ate me out” you chuckled, blushing just thinking about how a few seconds ago he was buried in between your legs. “I missed the butterflies in my stomach” you shyly admitted. His hand caressed your stomach.

“I missed your soft skin” he whispered as he went down to kiss your neck. “Smelling like vanilla” his left hand went down to your folds, slowly entering your vagina with two fingers. “I missed your sweet pussy” he said, moving his fingers before removing them. “That tastes like heaven” he added, licking them. You but your lips, feeling the heat coming to your cheeks.

Both your hands on his hips, you pulled him a bit closer, wanting to feel him entirely against your skin. He grabbed his dick, sliding it against your wet core, before slowly entering you. You both gasped and moaned at the same time, knowing that you extremely missed this feeling. Adjusting for a bit, he started with slow movements.

But it didn’t take long for you to demand more. You waited too long, you wanted to reach your climax as he was deep inside of you. His thrusts were getting faster already, each time going as deep as he could. His head was resting against your shoulder, leaving kisses from time to time. You had your hands in his hair, gripping onto it as your orgasm was coming.

His left hand was holding your waist, getting a little higher to hold your breast. His right hand started to work on your clitoris, adding a new sensation that sent you to heaven right away. It was too much at the same time and yet it wasn’t enough. Your moans were a lot louder, screaming his name. Pedro lowered his head a bit, perfectly placed to kiss your right breast that was left untouched right now. He left little bites around it, not forgetting your nipple, sending shivers that went along perfectly with your orgasm.

You were soon at your climax, your screams getting higher, hinting Pedro that you were there. And he was very close too. The feeling of your walls clenching around his dick was what made him join you. You were arching your back to the feeling, head falling behind, so Pedro’s left arm enveloped you and held you tight, because your arms weren’t enough. He was coming right after you.

You were both breathing heavily at the same time, creating one same and unique movement. Still holding you, he left a big sloppy kiss between your breasts before he pulled his head back to look at you. His left hand reached the back of your neck to push your head a bit so you could look at him too. You smiled at each other.

“I missed how much I want you” you said staring at him, feeling hot and sweaty. You could feel your skin sticking to his. He pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. You both laid down next to each other. “You know there’s one thing I can’t miss” you turned on your side to face him. He looked confused. “I can never miss how much I love you. I love you so so much” he immediately went to kiss you. The kiss quickly deepened into a more languorous one.

“You have no idea how much I love you too” he said, leaving a kiss on your forehead. You both laid down again, resting your head on his chest.

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popcornforone · 1 month ago

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Flying High

A Javi Gutierrez Fic

Day 26 of Pedrotober (Vanity Fair Prompt)

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I know it’s meant to be the cover from this year with Colmon I do… but all I saw was the word vanity & I knew what I was doing. It had to be Javi G in that pink jumper, doing what Pedro did. So I’m having my moment peoples, let me & my sunshine do this.

Synopsis:- you keep getting distracted on your flight home while trying to read the latest addition of Vanity Fair.

Word count:-1050

Warnings over & above:- joining the mile high club, sex in public, fingering, promising of more sex, teasing, swearing, alcohol, see our sunshine & sweet loyal Javi can be naughty when he wants to be.

Thanks as always for the ready peoples. I’m sorry @norththelemon & @alyssamariag that I broke the rules for this one, but I think you understand why.

The Vanity Fair lie detector test

Conducted for the press junket of the new Nicholas Cage blockbuster The Compound, written for the screen by Oscar winning screen writer Javi Gutierrez

Javi Gutierrez is willingly giving this information & have been fully briefed.

What’s your full name?

Javier Gutierrez Blanco

Are you aware this is a lie detector test?

Yes

Are you a screen play writer?

Yes thanks to my best buddy Nick Cage

Are your wearing a pink jumper?

Yes it’s actually cherry blossom pink.

Let’s start off with some film stuff, is it true your favourite film is Paddington 2?

No but it’s third, it makes me feel like I can do anything, it’s so sweet & humble.

Did you like Paddington before watching the movie?

Kind of, I never read it as a kid, but I’d seen a few bits about it in London.

What is the worst Nicholas Cage film?

There isn’t one (buzz) okay it’s The One Man Army, but not for Nick it was just a weird story, he did the best he could.

Do you think your friendship with Cage is real?

Yes

Does Nicholas?

I hope so

This is your third film that you’ve written for Cage, would your write for anyone else?

One day I’d like to, but we have a good partnership why break a winning streak.

Is it true you have a shrine to Cage?

No (buzz) wait I hadn’t finished, I have a whole room of his memorabilia. I like to sit on the sofa in there & watch Con Air. I’m proud of it, which is why I wanted more than a shrine.

What does he think?

He says it’s a bit creepy but he likes a few bits in there. He hates the sequin pillow.

You put down the article at that point, as Javi leans over you & kisses you on your private jet back to Majorca.

“Baby we’re almost home, time to put that magazine down”

“But I’d only just started reading it Javi” you protest but don’t protest more kisses. “& it’s a big deal to be the lie detector article for Vanity Fair, especially as your referenced them in the last film”

“Think that’s how I got the interview” he takes the magazine away & starts to stroke your thighs. He knows you’re nervous when it comes to landing. “I don’t mind though, it was fun todo & once we get in the car you can finish the rest of it, but it won’t take long before we are back at our villa”

“Oooh home sweet home”

“Bed sweet bed”

“Sexy hot sex”

“Hmmm thought we had some of that earlier” he whispers.

You’d joked as you got on the private Jet from New York that you didn’t see the point of the mile high club. You wondered who would want to have sex in an airplane toilet, the smallest space in the world that wasn’t comfortable & very unsanitary. Javi had laughed at you.

But after dinner was served & the staff went to go & watch whatever film they wanted on the flight back, Javi pulled the curtain to his section.

“Javi what are you doing?” You asked & then your jaw dropped as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“No awkward toilet for us baby” he put on some soft music & turned the plane lights to light purple. His chest magnificent once it was exposed. “Come on baby aren’t you curious?”

You rode him like a champion, caressing your breast as he poured one of those small bottle of champagne over you before he licked it up. Your clit, swollen. His penis in a vice grip so firm. You heard them turn the movie up in the other part of the plane, you were moaning Javis name so much. He wasn’t exactly quite thrust up into you, looking at how well you took him. As you lay on top of him after it was done, the turbulence sign came on & Javi laughed.

“Guess the mile high club really does make your highs longer.”

Now as you come into land another couple of hours later & he strokes your thigh you sit there & breathe.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here”

“I know Javi, & for once I actually feel kind of calm”you still take a few breaths.

“Really”

“Yes cos if this plane does crash as we land, you will be found with my panties in your pocket” you giggle & thrust his hand into your trousers, that thumb finds your clit instantly. You don’t care that some staff might see. Javi will pay them for their discretion.

“Damn it baby” he says, before he nips on you your earlobe. He whispers deeply. “What do you think will land first the plane or your orgasm”

“Me” you whimper. “Your pilots good at flying baby, but you make me higher than the clouds. & I ain’t coming down”

He picks up the pace. Your hands grab the arms of the chair as you moan, your lip almost splitting as you bite it trying to keep it all in.

“Is my señorita gonna squirt in her designer trousers?” He says he’s now unzipped your trousers so a finger is also inside you. “Sounds like your almost there baby feels it too” he’s rapid. You just feel friction & pleasure & can no longer keep the noise down.

“Fuck Javi, yes yes fucking yes” it’s so loud that as you cum & soak his hand & your $1000 trousers, that neither of you notice the not so smooth landing. His eyes to busy looking at your face in complete ecstasy as you cum. Your bright red & panting. Your knuckles white from the grip of the chair.

“Hmmm so needy beautiful” he says as his hand that wasn’t pleasuring turns your face to look at him & then he kisses you passionately a you pant. Those lips still taste as sweet as the first time you kissed.

“Javi… I”

“Baby I’m gonna dismiss the staff so they can go get some food, I can’t lever you hanging here, when your ready to experience more”

“So much more Javi” you mumble & rest your head on his shoulder as he removes his hand.

“My head is always high in the clouds when it comes to making love with you”

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wannab-urs · 1 year ago

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Fic Recs | Vol 11

Hi friends!!

I've really outdone myself this week, folks. I read TWENTY SEVEN new fics (including three very long series) + a bunch of updates to WIPs I was already reading. That being said, I'm gonna sort these by character for you because it's a lot to scroll through.

If you're new here, these are all the fics I read this week (except series updates and unnamed drabbles) and my unhinged/unedited ramblings about them :)

You can find the full spreadsheet here, and you're always welcome to tag me in your fics <3

Fic recs below the Pedro <3

Din Djarin

Wherever You Stray, I Follow a one shot by @beskarandblasters

This is one of those fics that makes me genuinely pissed I'm not living in the Star Wars universe. Why can't I run away from an arranged marriage with my bodyguard who just so happens to be a very very handsome man in a suit of pure beskar? It's not fair.

Beskar Doll a series by @justagalwhowrites

Okay so I read 40+ chapters of this in TWO days. The story is so engaging?! Also we all know I love me some angst and the angst in this is so well done. It's believable, it's painful, it's excellent. I'm always hype for reader characters/FMC/OFC that are strong and capable (not that I have an issue with the damsel in distress fics either but...) I am obsessed with the reader/MC in this. She's so fucking cool and strong and AGH!!! There was no part of this where I was bored or wondered why the story went in a certain direction - it always made sense to me and I was completely engaged the whole time. That's pretty impressive for a long ass fic like this. I usually fall off after 20 or so chapters. Everyone should read this, tbh.

Significant a one shot by @softlyspector

AHHHH okay first of all, you gotta read the drabble first so you get a feel for the relationship. This was SO CUTE. I support every choice made in this fic. I don't want to spoil anything, but just know that I love the characterization and dialogue in this. I love how quickly I got sucked into the story and believed their relationship despite it only being 5k. I could kind of imagine a full series around this. It was sooooo cute UGH. (Look at me reading fluff, what's goin on).

Fix it a one shot by @jksprincess10

I love how you've barely written Din before (1 fic) and then you produce this. It's so fucking good. We get helmetless!Din without a fuckton of buildup and like I get that it's not the most realistic, but sometimes you just want Din Djarin to eat you out without 20 chapters of wondering what his face looks like or having to be in the dark. And the tattoos... nad... you gave him tattoos.... I'll pass out and die on the floor right now.

a little attention a one shot by @luckbealincoln

Din has a rough day (haha get it?) and reader knows just how to get rid of his pissy ass attitude. I love love love dom!Din so fucking much this is so hot PLEASE

Best Kept Secret a series by @lincolndjarin

Bodyguard!Din and princess!reader!!!!!!!!!!!! I love this trope so much. I expected the fic to be a little kitschy because I mean... it's a kitschy trope. And I love kitschy shit that's why I clicked on it... but guys! guys!! it's not!! This fic has so much depth, so much emotion. The little glimpses of Din's backstory, the depictions of mental health, that bastard Kodo, my beloved Elaine and Lysa... just... there's so much in this story that I adore. It feels fresh and interesting and it's heart wrenching and wonderful and sexy and....yeah read this one thanks.

Who do you belong to? a one shot by @beskarandblasters

HOT!!!!!!! Possessive!Din is so fucking hot. The smut is.... oh my lordt it is good.

Joel Miller

i can be your pretty girl a series by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

A little innocent reader/manipulative dbf!joel never hurt anyone, right? I fucking love this. And the subsequent part is... even better (worse? more depraved?).

Epiphany a one shot by @jksprincess10

This story hurts. It hits you right in the chest and takes the breath out of you. Worth the pain though. It's gorgeously done <3

I'll Do Anything a one shot by @beskarandblasters

I feel like I've seen some fics that are this trope but in reverse, where Joel is the one making reader pay with sex. I think I like this better tbh. Desperate, needy Joel is everything.

Seven a one shot by @proxima-writes

Starting with the dream was so fucking good! And I really like the choice to not make it a 1 to 1 direct recreation of the actual scene with Sarah. I loved the early interactions with Joel and reader so much. The library scene AHHH!!!! And then fast forwarding through the reallly good smut, the dream that's not a nightmare???? Are you kidding me??? genius. Reader still believing in beautiful things and making joel believe he deserves good things and oh my god just shoot me now this was adorable.

sensational a series by @sinsofsummers

I guess I was on an innocent reader kick this week idk. I love the buildup of the reader's background in this though. She feels like a real person and not just a vessel for actual reader to pretend we're virgins and Joel Miller is teaching us about sex. Like she is that, don't get me wrong, and I love it. But!! She's a real person, with feelings and a backstory and I am a slut for a good story with my smut. Okay and also Joel doesn't feel like a creep in this, which is a little hard to achieve given the premise. I really liked this and I hope we get more. (there's a part two, but like I'd read 10 parts of this are you kidding)

Desire a series by @toxic-seduction

Good ol' depraved smut. I haven't read one like this before!! And the follow up is just as yummy. Highly recommend if you're feeling a little freaky :)

Gimme What I Want a series by @atticrissfinch

Oh my god oh my GOD oh my god. This was so fucking hot?! And the little moments of humor too?! I love the format for this so much. And the attention to detail with the timestamps and everything!! And then part two... I was not prepared. God it was so hot. (and the lil bonus of Joel being awkward and adorable ughhhh). The blend of sexy and funny and a tad bit depraved and a tiny bit sweet... perfect.

Lavender a series by @justagalwhowrites

Hey, it's not nice to break people's hearts repeatedly. There are barely even words to describe this fic. The nanny trope to start out with, meaning that you get really really attached to Sarah and pre-outbreak Joel and you build up all these hopes and dreams for the two of them.... and then... (trying not to spoil things) Joel being a moron and then the outbreak of course and... I always want to know what happens in that 20 years between outbreak and Joel meeting Ellie. I really adore the way that canon content was blended with original content in a way that seems to make Joel's actions make even more sense than they do in canon. Doc is such a cool character also??? And oh my GOD Andrew and Jess... I seriously cannot explain how fucking perfect this is. I could read it forever. Like I hope you carry it on through season two when that comes out, it's that good. I would read 500 chapters of this.

Mine a one shot by @the-scandalorian

How does one write Porn Without Plot, anal at that, and make it profound? Apparently this way. How dare you make me feel anything but a little ashamed and lot horny about an ANAL FIC?! Are you a fucking WIZARD?! Anyway yeah y'all should read this one.

Stay here, honey a one shot by @swiftispunk

This is just porn but I was having that kind of day. dbf!joel + really high chance of getting caught PWP. Wonderful <3

What I need a one shot by @swiftispunk

knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink. Oh and also a lil bit of sweetness at the end. Yes please

Your Summer Dream a series by @swiftispunk

Look I've only read chapter one and I'm already in love. The set up is so good. Joel seems so sweet and charming and cool and HOT?!? Reader is about to win the rebound Jackpot for real. I'd be jealous if I wasn't,,,, ya know,,, the reader.

exile a one shot by @tieronecrush

Oh hey cool, thanks for hurting my feelings... just kidding you know I love angst. This was so gorgeously written. I love all the descriptions a lot. And also... I read a lot of joel/reader breakups where she just immediately crumbles and takes him back because like wouldn't we all? But I really like how you had her hesitate even though she's clearly miserable. At least one of us is emotionally mature enough to not dive headfirst back into a toxic relationship (couldn't be me).

Javier Peña

a pile of cards a one shot by @undercoverpena

There are very few things I love more than fluffy, soft!Javi Peña. That man has the capacity to be so sweet and caring and kind and loving and AHHHHHH. I really love the way this story is told. A story in birthdays for your birthday celebration... that's so fucking creative I love it. I just... I can't say enough about this fic. Read it!!

not here, not now a one shot by @gracieispunk

Reader gets in trouble with Javi and handcuffs are involved... I feel like I do not need to say more.

(Re)union with Elvis a one shot by @tieronecrush

I've read a lot of these lil accidental marriage fics, and this is one of my favorites so far. I loved getting to see them meet up sober, go through the whole night, experience the silly wedding, the mind blowing sex, and then the wakeup scene is actually so cute? I rarely see one of these without a defcon level freak out about the fact they got married. Imagine telling this story at your wedding? Like oh yeah we've actually already divorced each other and it was before we ever started dating.

Pero Tovar

Xìngjiāo a one shot by @absurdthirst

I finally watched The Great Wall and my literal first move after finishing it was to see if absurdthirst wrote a sex pollen fic for Tovar and she FUCKING DID!!!!! Gods I love sex pollen.

Pero Tovar and his Guerrera a series by @prolix-yuy

This lil loose fit series makes my heart sing. Pero being an idiot? Reader being a badass? Silly arrangement to be able to stay near each other without having to admit feelings? Finally admitting feelings??? Wrap me up in this story and bury me in it, thanks.

Dave York

Stormy Secrets a one shot by @absurdthirst

Kinda randomly got in the mood to read something fucked up and stumbled on this lovely Dave York fic. Murder daddy didn't let me down, this was EXCELLENT. Pretty much checked every box on the list of what I would kill to have Dave York do to me.

Just Your Average Suburban Couple a one shot by @absurdthirst

What if Murder Daddy had a Murder Wife? I know it's a hot take, but I love the fake dating trope so this is so fun for me. Add in badass reader, infidelity, murder, Dave York being soft (in his own way), domestic Dave, and possessive/jealous!Dave? Oh and of course delicious smut. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

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Do y'all prefer it sorted like this or was it fine the old way? This takes a little extra work, but it's not that bad.

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Happy Reading!

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odetodilfs · 2 years ago

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Hey there ! Hope you’re doing well :)

I’d love to request a Joel Miller X Male Reader fic 🙏🏻

The absolute chokehold Both Pedro and Joel has on me is just- too much to handle without some good fics and yours are absolutely incredible.

I’d love a smut piece where Joel covers the reader in hickeys and love bites?

For a plot maybe some established relationship. Reader has been teasing Joel all day on their mission, trying to fluster Joel and just in general being a menace, but in a fun way. When they finally get home and reader doesn’t stop the sly remarks and sensual yet brief touches Joel loses it and suddenly reader is in way over his head.

(Feel free to change anything plot related, just wanted to give you something to work with ~)

Thank youuu

- 🐜

Pretty Please, baby

Thanks for the request anon! It was awesome to write it, here it is, I kept most of the plot btw.

Pairing: Joel Miller x m! reader

Warnings: Pain kink (love bites/hickeys), teasing and slight overstimulation.

You woke up in Joel’s arms, and… oh no, you were horny, and usually that feeling never stopped until Joel fucked it out of you, goddamn, he literally had morning wood, you could feel it against your leg, you started kissing his neck, testing if he woke up, and sure enough, he did, “Hmm, good morning my beautiful boyfriend” he said, yawning and smiling at you, you and Ellie had been his world since the apocalypse started, “Hey there my love, sleep well?” you asked,

“Very well, in fact” he stated, “What are we gonna do today?” you asked him, in hopes he’d say nothing so he could fuck your brains out, “Get food” he said to your disappointment, “Ugh, fine” you whined. As soon as you went out, you noticed Joel had changed pants, they were a little tighter than his other pair and made his ass stick out even more, this was not helping the situation, but you promised yourself to tease him throughout the day, “Mmmm- who said you could go out showing such a cute ass around” you said into his ear as you hugged him from behind and squeezed his ass, “No one, but it’s hunting time” he said, goddamn he looked hot aiming the gun. You decided to try again, this time going towards him and lightly biting his ear, “Hey, stop it now, I can’t aim” “Such a shame” you said sarcastically, “Whatever, go and pick some berries too please” “Ugh fine” you couldn’t ever disobey Joel, so you went and started to pick them from the forest, by the time 3 hours had gone by, both you and Joel had finished gathering food, “Hey there baby” he said as he sweetly kissed you on the lips, but your horny ass tried to make it last longer, but you couldn’t because he pulled away and gave you a look.

As you walked back to where you were staying, he held out his hand to you, inviting you to hold his hand, you’d not grown fully used to holding another man’s hand, even if there was no one to judge anymore, there probably would always feel like there would be. You once again went to Joel’s face and kissed him sweetly, but with a hint of horniness in it, as you started to slide your hand down his pants, “Hey, let’s get home, okay?” he said, pulling apart, why did he not want sex? He looked so sexy today, he always did in general.

When you finally got back, Ellie greeted you and went back to her own things as you and Joel flopped tiredly on the bed, but you were willing to try and get him to fuck you one last time before going to sleep, so you cuddled into his chest and lightly sucked on his neck, leaving a hickey, that was it for Joel, he’d grown tired of your teasing all day long.

“Mmmh-” he moaned as you marked him, “Like that baby?” you asked teasingly “Yeah, fuckin love it” he said, “but I’d love it more if I did it to you”

“Oh- Joel-” “You’ve been very naughty, teasing me all day long, about time you pay” he said into your ear, and flipped you on your back and started leaving hickeys all over your chest, goddamn could this man give you pleasure and pain, “Mmm- Joel- want you inside me-” you begged, “How bad baby?” he kept teasing

“Very badly” you moaned,

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you” he ordered, “I want you to own me- leave your marks on me- kiss me as you fuck me hard and breed me and make me yours” you begged,

“Now that’s what I like to hear” he smirked as he lubed up his dick and starting to push it inside you, he fucked you so good and his dick was so big it felt like a first time every single time. He sucked at the skin in your neck again, the delicious feeling of the pain was making you crazy as his dick touched your spot with every single thrust, “Oh Joel-” you said as he started jerking you off, the pleasure making you writhe and moan, this activated something primal inside Joel, now he didn’t just want to claim you, he needed to claim you and he was going to do it no matter what, “Oh fuck- it feels so good!! mghh- ah!” you moaned, “Don’t give what you can’t take baby” he whispered affectionately but teasingly in your ear, as he sucked many more times on your skin, you were sure as hell going to be aching and full of marks tomorrow, but you didn’t care, these were Joel’s marks on you, the way that he would drive appeal away from anyone that wanted you, and you were happy with that.

“Getting close- where do you want it” he asked, “In my ass baby, I want your load in my ass!” you gasped as he was thrusting into you harder than he ever had, “Oh fuck- I’m cumming!!” you moaned as white blobs of cum spurted all over your stomach, Joel still jerking you off as the pleasure of the overstimulation turned into pain. Finally, Joel tensed and bit hard at your neck, causing you to scream loudly as he emptied himself into you, now you were his, “Holy shit- that was amazing darling” he said, “It was… oh my god- thank you” you smiled

“Love you” he kissed you “come here baby, want you in my arms”

“I love you too Joel” you smiled as you said that, “Hope this calmed you down” “It did, thanks for asking” you said, snuggling into his chest, his scent felt like home, he was your home.

#joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x male reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader #the last of us

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pedrospatch · 7 months ago

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(late) wip wednesday

thank you for the tags beautiful angels 💕 @alltheirdamn @mermaidgirl30 @mothandpidgeon @luxurychristmaspudding @atticrissfinch @sawymredfox @loliwrites

here are a couple of the wips i am actively working on. all of these are subject to be edited in the final draft.

i really need to do a palate cleanse with another pedro boy, jesus. joel just rots my brain 24/7, okay?

chapter one of secondhand smoke - dbf! joel miller x reader

“Listen to me. S’not your responsibility to fix him—” “Mr. Miller, please. I really don’t want to talk about this with you anymore,” you whisper, your bottom lip quivering as hot tears of frustration glaze over your eyes and threaten to fall. Afraid you will crumble to pieces in front of him, you hastily unbuckle your seatbelt and gather the plastic bags at your feet with shaking hands. “I need to get inside and get dinner started before he gets home.” Shoving open the door, you begin to shuffle out of his truck with your groceries in tow when he reaches out and wraps a large, warm hand around your wrist, his calluses rough against the softness of your skin. “Wait.” “I said I don’t want to talk about this anymore—” “Just give me one more second of your time. I’ll make it quick.” Releasing you, he reaches into the breast pocket of his shirt and pulls out a small stack of business cards. He offers one to you and says, “Here’s my card. It’s got my personal cell phone number there under the office number. If y’need anythin’ at all, don’t hesitate to call me, alright? Don’t matter what time it is. Day or night, I promise you I’ll answer.” Just as you open your mouth to protest, Joel shoots you a pleading look. “Please, darlin’. I’ll rest a whole lot easier if you just take it.”

run - raider/dark! joel miller x reader

You clutch fistfuls of the single, stale sheet underneath you, each stroke delivered knocking the wind from your lungs, making it harder and harder to breathe. His cock stretches you, and you swear you can feel him in your belly, a fullness you can’t get seem to get enough of. “Daddy,” you choke, fisting the sheet harder, your skin stretching thin and tight over your knuckles. Even when it’s too much, somehow, it’s not enough. Your swollen cunt drools for him, begs him for more. Always begs him for more.

the gold room - dbf joel miller x stripper! reader (i have not forgotten about this bad boy, i promise.)

“Wait, ain’t there cameras in these rooms?” “Mhm,” you nod, sighing contentedly as his teeth scrape their way down to the swell of your breast. “One in every corner. For the safety of the dancers. Security watches them all night long.” He lifts his head and raises an eyebrow at you. “Ain’t we gonna get in trouble?” “Nope. I bring in customers who pay top dollar every single night just for five minutes of my company.” There’s a glimmer of pride in your eyes. “Therefore, I can do whatever the hell I want. And they watch me do it.” Smirking, you slither off his lap and down onto the floor, your knees sinking into the plush carpet as you position yourself between his legs and place a hand over his belt buckle. Fucking Christ. There would be surveillance footage of this? He knows he should stop this—he should stop you. But all he can do is watch you with a slack jaw as you slide the leather out of the metal buckle and reach for the button of his jeans.

np tags! as always, i’m late to the party so apologies if you’ve already been tagged/have already done this. but hey, if ya wanna do it again, i say go for it <33 @joelsdagger @mrsmando @missredherring @beardedjoel @pascalssbabyy @ozarkthedog @penvisions @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @stargirlfics @strang3lov3 @janaispunk

#wip wednesday

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latoyalestrange · 1 year ago

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THE FOOL

p. pascal x reader

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Summary: Naela doesn’t know if she can take another five months of this. Mandatory bonding time on the beach helps replenish her sense of hope.

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: fluff, pedro being caring and cute af, not edited, smoking, alcohol, mutual pining

Taglist: @marvel-sw-lover , @lokislittle , @red-red-rogue , @babukat

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CHAPTER FOUR — METHOD ACTING

Naela normally wasn’t so excited to go to sleep. Friday night was different, though. Knowing she didn’t need to set an alarm was a weight lifted off of her shoulders. She couldn’t wait to go to sleep so she could wake up refreshed and on her own volition.

Except that’s not what happened.

Around 9:15-ish, the sound of someone knocking on her trailer door stirred her out of her very deep sleep. She was drooling and everything. She thought maybe if she turned over and tried to go back to sleep that it would go away. But when did things ever go her way?

Knock, knock, knock!

With a heavy sigh and a groan, she pulled herself out of bed and groggily walked over to the door. It took a few tries to unlock it, but she eventually swung it open. Oh shit.

Pedro, in a half-open linen button up, swim shorts, and a tote bag stood in front of her, his mouth slightly agape and eyes surely wide behind the Ray Bans he was wearing. His expression immediately made her realize she had forgotten to put pants on. To be fair, she was half-awake, and she was a hot sleeper.

“Um- hi…” she said with a tired voice, breaking the silence.

He looked around to see if anyone was looking. “Um, let me— let me come in so people don’t—“

“Right, right, thank you…” She stepped aside so he could come in.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He was more comfortable now with her alone and his sheepish smile returned.

“You’re okay, I needed to get up anyway, I think,” she replied unsurely, making him laugh. “What time is it?”

He dug his phone out of his pocket to check it. “Nine-seventeen. Did you get the text about Beach Day?” She looked puzzled, so he continued. “Last night they sent out a text, I think it was while we were here. I didn’t see it until I got back to my trailer.”

“Oh, that makes sense. I passed out after you left,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, you could barely keep your eyes open,” he joked.

She looked embarrassed. “You could tell?”

“Yeah. It was cute, though…” Struggling to find that right words, she just chuckled. They were quiet for a moment.

She cleared her throat. “Um, if you wait for like, five minutes I’ll get dressed and meet you outside,” she offered.

“Yeah, of course. No rush.” They just smiled at eachother before he turned to leave.

Naela had never seen herself get ready so fast. Within ten minutes, she had brushed her hair, changed into a bikini and put a tank top and jean shorts on top of it, put sunscreen all over herself, and took a few extra seconds to put her favorite lipgloss on.

Pedro was leaning against her trailer when she stepped out. “Ready?”

“Yup!” She answered cheerfully, sliding her sunglasses down to match his. “Is anyone else coming?”

He started to lead her towards the parking lot on set. “Yeah, Boyd and Joanna are waiting in the car. It’s supposed to be a ‘bonding exercise’ of sorts,” he replied with air quotes and a cheeky smile.

Soon enough they were getting into the SUV that was waiting for them and enduring a bumpy ride to a more private section of each in Puerto Escondido, Córdoba.

Surprisingly the sun was more forgiving that usual and the wind kept them cool. Naela could smell the salt even before she got out of the car. The sound of the waves crashing as they approached gave her a sense of relief that only being at the beach could.

As they were laying out belt towels under an umbrella, Boyd pulled out a frisbee.

“Let’s test out the water!”

“Oh, god, I’m terrible at this game,” Joanna groaned.

“Catch?” Pedro teased. She rolled her eyes.

“No, specifically the throw part.” The group laughed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll look stupid together,” Pedro added, placing a hand on her shoulder as he smiled.

“Pedro looking stupid? Never,” Boyd replied sarcastically. Naela laughed especially hard at that.

Pedro turned to her, “What, is it the mustache?” He contoured his puckered lips with his fingers, trying to make a “cool” face.

Naela giggled, then answered, “I won’t lie, it took some getting used to, but it’s grown on me.” She instantly thought of the moment he revealed his new look to her.

It was the first day of shooting, the day after the whole “manager-purposefully-withholding-contract-details” situation. She was in a funk, to say the least, but she hoped her makeover would lift her spirits. She had no idea what was in store for her, but sometimes change feels good, right?

She could feel the butterflies as she stepped up to the trailer door and swung it open. The first thing she saw was the stylists back turned towards her. Once she stepped in and looked into the mirror she barely saw a glimpse of Pedro before he put his script in front of his face.

She gasped, “Oh, let me see, let me see!” She could see his shoulders shaking as he laughed behind the paper.

“No, she’s not done yet!” The stylist straightened her back, then made a few more adjustments.

“Actually, I am.” She corrected him. Naela smiled, staring at the thick stack of papers separating them.

“Okay, fine…one, two, three,” He stammered out quickly before dropping the script into his lap. Her hand instinctively covered her mouth as it hung open. She was silent for a moment, unsure if she was admiring him or just in shock.

“Muy bonita?” He asked, smirking playfully. She nodded slowly.

“No, muy guapo, Pedro…y muy bonita.” They laughed in unison. Maintaining eye contact, he rose to his feet and she suddenly realized how close she was to the chair as he was sitting down.

Standing tall above her, he replied, “Gracias, princesa.” His voice was lower than normal, more gravely. She blushed as she stepped aside to allow him to pass. He lingered for a minute before turning to thank the stylist. With his back turned, she just stared as he left.

Naela…Naela…Naela!

“Sorry, what?” She blinked away her trance and shook her head.

“We’re gonna get in the water. You comin’?” Boyd asked as she noticed everyone shedding their cover-ups.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘course.” She nodded and followed suit, peeling off her fitted top and jean shorts. Feeling the breeze in places she normally didn’t, she felt exposed and a little chilly.

“That swimsuit is so cute!” Joanna chirped, smiling sweetly at her.

She mimicked her, “Aw, thanks.”

“Yeah, I was gonna wear something like that but I didn’t want to outshine you,” Pedro joked. Naela scrunched her nose at him and nudged his shoulder.

The group laughed at she retorted, “You could never!”

After a few minutes of practice, Naela was getting in the groove. She was throwing and catching the frisbee much more than she expected herself to.

“Naela!” Boyd called out, signifying it was her turn. He flicked the frisbee into the air, accidentally using a bit too much force. Naela tried to chase after it, winding up in a deeper spot than beforex and right as a wave was coming for her.

Just like that, it swallowed her whole and she was tumbling under the water. A few scary moments of this passed before she felt herself being pulled out of the current with ease.

“You okay?” Pedro chuckled, smiling down at her as he pulled her to more shallow water. She took a few deep breaths as the others gathered and she planted her feet in the sand.

“Yeah, I’m good,” She confirmed, a little embarrassed, but still smiling. Pedro stood right next to her, his hands still ghosting over her arm. Then, they traveled to the bundle of string on her side, which was coming apart. He retied it without question, making sure it was secure. She blushed and mouthed a “Thank you”, her nervousness keeping her from being more forward than that.

“Sorry, Naela. If it makes you feel better that dive for the frisbee looked cool,” Boyd added as they got closer. She chuckled, feeling a bit better.

“I was getting hungry anyways. I volunteer the boys to go get us food while we sunbathe!” Joanna cheered as she took Naela’s wrist and began walking back toward their umbrella. Pedro and Boyd looked at eachother, then the girls, seeing them smiling at eachother as they walked away. Who were they to say no to them?

“Sooo,” Joanna began expectantly as she plopped down on her own towel next to Naela. She turned, giving her a puzzled look.

“So what?” Naela asked, chuckling.

“So you and Pedro!” Naela instantly rolled her eyes.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I can’t believe what Mike did wasn’t technically illegal.”

Joanna shook her head, “No, sweetie, you and Pedro. I see the way he looks at you.”

“Yeah, but we’re just acting then.” She replied, a little quieter now, feeling unsure. “Plus, I have a boyfriend, and Pedro knows that.

Joanna shook her head. “Sure, he knows. I just don’t think he cares,” she teased in a melodic tone. She giggled and let her head fall back, laying flat. “Just my professional opinion.”

“Oh, is it now?” Naela played along, laughing with her.

A while later, the boys returned with two boxes of pizza. (pretend there’s a pizza place here i couldn’t find one in my research) Joanna clapped her hands together as she sat up and made room for Boyd on her towel. Naela did the same for Pedro and they all gathered around the pizza boxes.

“Oh, wait!” Joanna perked up, jumping to her feet to get her bag. The group laughed as she pulled a bottle of white wine out of her bag.

“Perfecto, Joanna!” Pedro smiled and immediately reached out, offering to open it. She oblidged and Naela watched as Pedro put the cork in between his teeth. She noticed the familiar flutter in her stomach as she saw him use the trick she taught him and pulled the coke out with ease. He passed the bottle to her first for a drink. She blushed as she took it in her hands and took a casual swig before passing it on. Boyd had already opened the box and started on his first slice, so Naela followed suit.

Her first bite took her back to being a kid at the pool and being starving after swimming for so long. Then taking the heaviest nap of her life.

After a few moments of silence as they stuffed their faces, Boyd was full and took out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to Pedro, who accepted graciously. Naela watched as he put the stick between his lips and flicked his silver lighter, burning the tip with the flame. His brow furrowed, making for a tempting focused expression. He pulled gently on it as he pocketed his lighter. He exhaled and finally turned to face her, purposefully aiming the smoke away from her. He smirked and took the cigarette in his two fingers, holding it out to her.

She panicked for a second, unsure of what she should do. Before they could notice, she took it in her fingers and brought it up to her plump and soft lips. She inhaled slightly before immediately spitting the smoke out and handing it back to Pedro.

“Yuck,” she admitted. Joanna passed her to bottle as the boys chuckled. She took a generous sip to clear the taste out of her mouth. “I prefer weed,” she added. At this, the other three burst into laughter.

Looking at them, Naela felt special. She felt comfortable, safe. Especially with Pedro.

Ding! Naela felt her phone buzz as it lie next to her on the beach towel. The group’s chatter ceased as she reached for her phone.

Josh: Call me please.

“Oh, I’m gonna make a phone call real quick.” Naela said quietly as she looked down at her phone.

“No worries. Everything okay?” Pedro asked, meeting her eye with a concerned look as she stood up.

“Yeah, it’s fine, I’ll just be a second.” She mustered up a smile as she began stepping away. He nodded, mirroring her expression. Once she was a few feet away, she instantly dialed her boyfriends phone number. It only took two rings for him to answer.

“Hello?” He answered casually. Did you not just tell me to call you?

“Hey, you said to call you…” she trailed off apprehensively.

“Yeah, I just wanted to see what you were doing. You’re off today, right?” She really couldn’t tell if he was angry or not.

“Yeah, we’re doing group bonding stuff today—“

“Group bonding? Like what?”

“Oh, we’re just at the beach right now, we were playing some games but we took a break to eat.” Please don’t be mad about the swimsuits.

“Okay…sounds fun….well, what I really wanted to call and say was I’m sorry. I overreacted. I looked up some stuff about PR relationships and how they filmed intimate scenes and…yeah, I’m sorry. This is just part of your job.” Naela didn’t realize it at the time but getting the smallest ounce of bare minimum from him made her feel incredible. All he had to do was be nice to her and she would be fawning over him in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, it’s okay,” she responded, feeling a huge weight lift off of her shoulders.

“Thank you, baby. Just remember to call me when you can, okay? I love you.”

“Okay. I love you too.”

Maybe everything was turning out exactly as it was supposed to.

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ladamedusoif · 11 months ago

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Secrets (Marcus Pike x GN!Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 24

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Pedro Boy Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist.

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Pairing: Marcus Pike x GN!Reader

Word count: 1743

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Angst; fluff; references to parental illness; no use of Y/N; no physical descriptions of reader; no gendered pronouns; minor swearing

A/N: This can be read as a standalone, but I wrote it thinking of Marcus and Reader from ‘Hot Chocolate’ and ‘Christmas Market’ in this series.

“How’s Marcus?” Your mother’s voice is bright and breezy on the call.

You pause a little too long for her liking.

“Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine, mom, it’s just…he’s not himself, lately. I thought we were all set for the holidays - you know how we booked a little cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains - but every time I try to talk about packing or planning, he gets tetchy and weird.”

“Maybe it’s work stress? He does have a lot on. Poor Marcus.”

“So do I, mom, and I’m not taking it out on him. Every time I ask him outright he just says everything’s fine but it isn’t. It’s like he’s hiding something from me.”

Your mother tut-tuts. “That’s not Marcus. He would never keep secrets from you.”

“I wish I could be as confident as you are.”

***

With Christmas falling on a Monday, you and Marcus had planned to take off on the Saturday morning, making the most of the extra days off before the holiday. By Friday night, he’s got the bags ready to load into the car and your refrigerator is groaning with food for the vacation, all ready to be stacked in cool bags for the journey.

Things hadn’t improved much in the time since you’d voiced your fears to your mother. Marcus remained unusually tetchy and irritable, a far cry from his usual sunny self. He insisted he was looking forward to the time away with you, but there was just something off. Something hidden underneath the surface, and for the first time in your relationship he had put up enough defences so that you couldn’t reveal the truth.

Maybe he’s unhappy, you think to yourself. Maybe the vacation is make or break.

Your stomach churns as you imagine five days away with Marcus while he tries to decide if you need to end the relationship or not.

Your phone rings as you’re sorting out a couple of bottles of wine for the trip. Mom. You brush it off, muttering to yourself that you’ll call her later, once the packing is done.

It’s barely two minutes later that Marcus comes into the kitchen, talking on his phone while trying to catch your attention.

“I’ll put you on now…sure. Sure. Well, I’m sure he’ll be okay, I’m so sorry - okay, keep us posted.”

He hands you the phone, mouthing “Your mom”.

“Mom?”

“Oh, darling, I’m sorry… you’re probably up to your neck with packing and sorting for the trip.”

“Just tell me, mom. You wouldn’t call Marcus if it wasn’t urgent.”

“Darling…it’s your dad. He’s had a fall, he’s in hospital, and -”

Your heart drops. “Mom, is he okay?”

She pauses a second too long. “Fine, fine… just hasn’t regained consciousness yet but it’s fine! I just felt you would be angry if I waited until after your trip to tell you. But it’s fine!”

“Mom, you’ve said ‘it’s fine’ so many times I’m pretty sure it isn’t fine.”

“Sweetheart, please just go on your trip and we’ll keep you posted. Okay?”

You become aware of Marcus peeking around the corner, trying to assess your mood from the tone of your voice and your body language.

“Did the doctors say when they think he’ll regain consciousness?”

Another pause.

“They’re not sure, sweetie.”

You look up at Marcus, your eyes looking into his as you tell your mom you’ll be home tomorrow.

***

He swears it’s fine, but you know Marcus is annoyed. Or hurt. Or maybe a mix of both.

Shit, maybe this really was a make or break vacation.

He had offered to come with you, but you dissuaded him, not wanting him to have to be thrown head-first into the madness that was your family - crisis or no crisis.

“I’ll just stay here, I guess.” He casts an eye over the bags in the hallway.

“Babe, no.” You wrap your arms around his waist. “We paid for the cabin and it’s too late to cancel now. It would be a pity not to use it at all. You’ve got that stack of reading you want to do. And, like, when dad wakes up I can come down and join you. What do you think?”

He doesn’t quite meet your gaze. “I guess.”

“I love you, Marcus. I’m so sorry.”

He sucks on the inside of his cheek and kisses you - not on the mouth, but on the cheek. “I love you, too.”

***

When you arrive home in Ohio you hop straight in a cab to the hospital, where your mother and siblings have spent the night keeping vigil. You try not to panic when you see your dad, hooked up to a morass of tubes and wires.

“The doctors say it looks worse than it is,” your older sister explained. She holds out a bag of peppermint candies. “Candy?”

It’s several hours before you realise you haven’t let Marcus know you got there safely, like you promised. Too busy trying to get a clear answer from your mom about what, exactly, the doctors have said, and distracted by trying to track down a doctor to discuss a prognosis.

Hey babe - I’m sorry, I have been talking to my mom and the doctors here. Dad okay, still no sign of improvement but stable. Love you - call you tomorrow.

You spend that night at the hospital, insisting that your mom go home and rest. You watch the dark sky brighten, slowly but surely, as Christmas Eve dawns.

“It’s Christmas Eve, dad,” you murmur, unsure if he can hear you or not. “You’re not in the drunk tank, though,” you joke, referring to his favourite Christmas song, ‘Fairytale of New York’. “Just in hospital. I’ll let you know if the NYPD choir turns up.”

You get up and stretch your legs, wandering into the hallway in search of caffeine and sugar. The hospital cafe is quiet and you grab a cup of black coffee and a donut before returning to your dad’s floor.

Panic sets in when you see nurses moving in and out of his room. One of them turns, spots you, and grins.

“He’s waking up! Can you call your mom?”

By lunchtime, he’s fully awake and talking, grumbling about not being allowed home for Christmas. You duck out later in the afternoon to call Marcus and update him.

It goes straight to voicemail.

***

The hot shower feels like heaven as you rinse away the strain of the last couple of days. Well, some of it, anyway. Marcus still hasn’t answered your calls.

Thankfully, you’ve found a distraction, volunteering to prep some food at your parents’ house that can be easily taken to the hospital for Christmas Day. You slip on a pair of soft old sweatpants and a college hoodie and pad around the kitchen, filling some Tupperware containers with individual servings of cold cuts and salads while listening to the cheesy Christmas show on the local radio station.

You crawl into bed late that night, casting one final glance at your phone.

Still nothing.

***

You stir awake at about two in the morning, roused by a thumping noise coming from somewhere in the house. As your brain adjusts, you realise it’s someone knocking on the door.

You grab your brother’s old baseball bat as you descend the stairs. Can’t hurt to be prepared, after all. And you’re pretty sure this isn’t Santa Claus calling.

You open the door slowly, reluctantly.

A pair of coffee-brown eyes. A soft, uncertain smile. Cheeks flushed with cold.

“Marcus?”

He rubs his hands together and stamps his feet. “Can I come in? Got really cold in the car on the way up here.”

You fling your arms around him as he steps inside, forgetting the strangeness of the last few weeks. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He holds his soft, dark green knitted cap in his hands and looks nervous. Really nervous.

“I… I had to see you.”

Oh, shit. Wait - is he going to break up with you on Christmas morning? While your dad’s in hospital?!

“Ooookay.”

“Baby, I -” He falters. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this.”

He is definitely about to break up with you. And good riddance, because he’s clearly heartless.

“Just get it over and done with, Marcus.”

He takes a deep breath and exhales, long and slow.

“I wanted to have the space to do this at the cabin, y’know?”

“Marcus. Just say it.”

“Baby, I’m so grateful for you - you’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met, so kind, so loving, and -”

You’ve had it. “Marcus - just say you don’t want to be with me. You’ve been weird for weeks. You’re here on Christmas fucking Day, having driven a seven-hour journey to get here. You obviously can’t be with me a minute longer, so you might as well just -”

He has dropped to one knee.

Wait. What?

“I wanted to ask you to marry me.”

Your jaw drops. For once, you’re stunned into silence.

“Baby?”

“I…Marcus. I just…is this…fuck.”

He reaches into his coat pocket and presents you with a little box. “Um, do you mind if I stand up again? My knees aren’t what they used to be.”

You chuckle and help him to his feet, before opening the box to find a perfect, simple engagement ring.

“I can’t believe it, Marcus.”

He shrugs. “You seemed sure we were about to break up. I’m sorry I’ve been so stressed the last few weeks, my love. I was just readying everything for a perfect proposal, in the mountains, and I was so worried you’d say no, and then the ring was delayed, and then - well. And then your dad got sick. But he’s awake? I’m sorry, I only just saw your messages. My phone was in the trunk.”

You lift your gaze from the ring. “He’s awake. And I’m sorry, too - I didn’t know what you were keeping from me, and I didn’t even think of this.”

Marcus raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t think I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you?”

You chuckle. “Mmmm. Maybe I thought a man as perfect as you couldn’t possibly want someone like me.”

He pulls you tight to him and kisses you. “Baby, you forgot something.”

You look confused. “I did?”

“You didn’t give me an answer yet.”

Tears shining in your eyes, you slip the ring on your finger. “A million times yes, Marcus Pike. Provided there are no more secrets.”

#a merry fic-mas #holiday fic calendar #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike #marcus pike x gn!reader #marcus pike fanfiction #the mentalist #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal #marcus pike fluff

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orangevtae · 2 years ago

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Walking Sins, Lost Tragedys [J. Miller x Fem!Reader x Platonic!Ellie Williams]

Summary: As the winter came loose and the snow covered the ground, you finally got to Wyoming with Joel and Ellie in the search of your Brother-in-law, Tommy. But in your short stady in Jackson, Joel's start to think that maybe it's better if Tommy takes Ellie to the Fireflies than him.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst. Spoiler from the Episode 6. Talking about loss and letting people behind, past traumas, Sarah and a bit of the reader past. Joel and reader are married so stabilished relationship. afab!reader and use of she/her pronouns.

A/N: I-i can't stop writing for The Last of Us and i fully blame it on Pedro Pascal and the love i have for that game and now show, that's it, enjoy! <3 It's not proofread so that may be mistakes!

"Did you know? About her?" Ellie asked you, sudenly entering the house, door slaming behind her.

"What?" you asked puzzled, closing the book you were reading and letting it on the small table in front of the couch.

"Sarah" Ellie said, a sharp tone on her tongue.

You closed your eyes, a small sigh leaving your lips. You had been in Jackson for a while now, some few hours maybe, the sun light still up while it was starting to get dark with the last hours of day, Maria (Tommy's wife) had lent you, Joel and Ellie a house and you had just taken a shower with hot water and decided to read a book while Joel was somewhere with Tommy and Ellie had went to Maria's to get a new coat.

"How do you know about her?" you asked, a frown present on your forehead

"Just answer the question!"

"I did" you nodded towards her after a while

"Why you never told me?" Ellie asked, a little bit angry now

"Because that is something that it's not my right to tell, Ellie." you answered her sharply

"But you his wife, right? You guys share things, why isn't your right to tell?" she asked again, a little bit on the edge

"Yeah, but there's things that only belong to Joel. I never met Sarah, we got together years after she...she died, the only thing i know about her is her death cause Joel refuses to talk about her. So don't you go and throw a tatrum about this like you have all the right to, young lady." you reprimended her, not yelling, you never yelled at Ellie, you sighed "Look-"

A knock was heard on your front door and the person outside was Maria, asking if she could come in, which you only responded with a soft "yes" and she got inside.

It was like she could feel the tension in the air between you both, she decided that it was better not to intervene in something she hasn't had the right to "You ready?" she asked Ellie.

"Yes" Ellie said, nodding

"You wanna come along?" Maria asked you

"Where you guys heading to?" you smiled at her

"To watch a movie" Maria answered you

"Sure, let me just grab my coat"

Hours after, you were on the improvised theater of Jackson, they put on a movie you didn't reconize but thought that maybe your parents would if they were alive, you thought about how they would love Jackson and would love to have a stabilished live in here with a little bit of normalcy that you surrounded you in that small city that Maria and Tommy built together and hoped, at least hoped, that if things with Ellie got right and she has done what it is that she has to do, you could live with her and Joel here, in that small house that you could call yours.

"You okay?" Maria asked beside you

"Yeah" you said, smiling up to her and cleaning a few tears that you didn't know that had fallen "Sorry"

"Nothing to apologise here, care to share? I'm a good listener" she smiled at you, a hand on your shoulder

"It's just..." you sighed "I was thinking that my parents would love this, the theater, the houses, Jackson in a whole. My dad always said that he would try to find an empty house far from the cities, so that we could live on it without the fear of the infecteds or the people" you sighed "They would love here and..." you did a little pause, suddenly thinking that your little daydream was stupid "...i don't know, i was thinking that we could live here, the three of us. Give Ellie a normal life that she deserves, cause she deserves to grown up as a kid and do things people her age do and the life i never had when i was on her age."

"You grown up during everything?" Maria asked

"Yes. My parents they...they died when i was fifteen, protecting me and my brother then after, i lose my brother too, he got infected and i...i had to shoot him" you sighed, it was the first time anyone besides Ellie and Joel heard about your family.

"How old was he?" Maria asked, concern all over her face

"Six. My parents died protecting us from an attack and told me to look after him, but he got bitten during it, i lost my whole family in a spare of twelve hours." you chuckled dryly, not am ounce of humour on it "Sorry Maria, i shouldn't trouble you with my past." you shook your head.

"Bullshit, we family now. I'm deeply sorry for what happened to you and your family and, if you guys want to, you can stay here on Jackson, i know that Tommy would accept it right away and i would too. You could have a tiddy bit of normalcy here, Jackson has a place for everyone and we would love to have the three of you around." she smiled to you

"Thank you" you said softly, a small smile prrsent on your lips.

As your small talk with Maria came to an end, you decided to have a look around to make sure Ellie was okay but a small panic settled on the pit of your stomach as you didn't see her and the spot she was seated was empty and you sighed as you passed your eyes trough the place and on the people but couldn't find her anywhere "Shit" you mumble

"What is it?" Maria asked, trying to look for whatever you were searching

"Ellie" you looked around again "She's gone" you sigh again "I sware that that girl sometimes get on my nerves. Excuse me Maria, i'll go out and try to find her, with lucky, she's at home already, see you tomorrow."

You just heard her mumble a soft "okay" and headed out, putting your coat on. You stumbled on Tommy on your way out asking him if he saw Ellie on his way over but only received a no so you decided to go and look on the house you were staying before saying goodnight for him.

As you neared the house and you felt your lungs fail you a little for the little run you did, you let out a relieved sigh as seeing that the light from Ellie's room was lit so you decided to get inside. As you cleaned your boots outside the door and got inside after getting rid of said boots and your coat, you heard yelling upstairs before you could call out for Ellie and a loud sigh got out of your mouth as you started to climb the stairs as you heard Ellie's and Joel's voices going back and forward on her room.

Deciding to not interrupt whatever tatrum they were having and knowing damn well that Ellie brought up the Sarah topic, you almost wanted to punch Joel on the face when you heard him saying that she was better off with Tommy than him and finished with "You right. You're not my daughter and i ain't as hell your father".

You sighed deeply again, you were sighing too much since you arrived and as you got rid of your socks, crossed your arms as you heard Ellie's door slamming and the door to your and Joel's one opened, you heard Joel stop on his track as your eyes met him and he could see the deep frown on your face and the harsh look you gave him.

"How long you here?" he asked softly

"A while now." you asnwered him

"How much you heard?"

"I heard enough Joel" you answered with a low voice and you could almost hear him hiss on his breath, you never called him by his name, never, he knew that he fucked big when you called him by his name "I heard from 'You better without me' to 'You're not my daughter and i ain't your father'" you looked sharply at him "The hell is all of this about Joel Miller? Hm? What? You think that it's okay to get rid of a fourteen year old girl that has been travelling with us for months like she is damn nothing?"

"No, it's not about that" he trailed softly, still stopped in front of you, hands being cleaned on the jeans he wear

"So enlighten me" you kept pushing "What on earth you think you doing to say those things to her?"

"You wouldn't understand" he tried again and you just let out a scoff

"That's how it is things with you, right? It's always that" you got up

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" he frowned deeply

"You always push people out Joel, you go and always try to keep them out because you think that that's whats better for them even if they said that that's not it" you let out on one breath "I wouldn't understand, i know, i have never had a daughter and lost her, i know that"

"Darlin'..."

"Don't you darlin' me, Joel. I know that i'm being harsh here but...you never talk about her, the only thing i know about her it's about the way..." you started, but suddenly the words got stuck on your throath and your eyes started to burn with tears "...about the way she died."

It was like the entire world has stopped, Joel knew you were right, he never talked about Sarah, he never let her name be mentioned by anyone, not even him, it was like the mere thought, the mere mention of her name was a taboo on people's tongue or thoughts. He never mentioned anything about her and you never pushed, because you knew it was a topic that hurt because he never healed from her loss, it was like the mere mention of her brought back memories he was so trying to not remember.

"I could never understand the way you feel cause i was never a parent, but i know the loss, i know the pain and i know that it fucking hurts to try remember those that are not with us anymore...and Ellie does too, Joel. You said that she doesn't understand because...what? she's fourteen? she's too young?" you paused, looking deeply in his eyes "She has gone trough a lot too Joel, she has lost people that were dear to her, she said that she was left behind for those she thought she could trust and now you go and are trying to the same they did with the futile point that 'that's whats better'? It's better for who? For her...or for you?" you paused again, still looking deeply in his eyes that you could see now that were full with unshed tears.

That was rare, Joel always tried to be someone stoic, out of emotions and with a fake facade that he wasn't someone he cared when in reality, he tried so deeply to not care cause that was easier

"I'm sorry Honey, i'm sorry. But there's things you need to hear because, that girl..." you pointed towards your door, where Ellie's was just across the corridor "That girl right there, she's of no faught of the things that the world made her to be. She's just a kid, a kid that has grown up in this kind of world where the only thing she knows is what to do to keep on surviving and alive, where the only people she has to look up is the both of us. You right, she's not your daughter, she's not Sarah and she'll never be" you stopped a while to make sure that he was letting everything you were saying to him would sunk "...but you can't go over and tell her that she's off better without you, that you ain't her father when the reality is that you a paternal figure to her for months now and you and i know that. So yeah, you can go and try to get rid of her because that would mean that you can stop being afraid to loose her like you losed Sarah."

You were crying now, because you knew that that was what all of this was about, even if you were having a monologue with him where you would just speak and he would listen, you and him both knew that you were saying the truth and that he had nothing to say because he knew that you were right and there was nothing he could say to try and change your mind because you knew him very well, you knew him for years now, he plenty sure that if he so sort of breathed strange, you would know something's up.

The truth is you never thought about kids, it wasn't a thing you wanted cause in a world like this, to bring and raise a kid was setencing them to probably death or corrupting them with what was the world right now, you never wanted that kind of responsability but when you met Ellie, it was a matter of time till you started to care for her in every way you could.

You let her sleep with you if she was sacred with something, she would hold tight on you if there was trouble and she was out of bullets cause she felt safe with you, she let you brush her hair if Joel wasn't around because she liked the feeling of someone brushing her hair cause she felt cared for and she would never admit any of it, cause Ellie wasn't the type to let ger feelings out like this, that's why her and Joel had that sort of agreement and care. So yeah, they weren't father and daughter but they acted like they were, he would hold her hand if there was any kind of trouble, he thought her how to shoot with different kinds of guns so she would know what to do if you or him weren't there, he would look over her when night came to make sure she was safe and he would joke around with her.

"She's not your daughter." he said after a while "She's not ours for us to care that much about her"

"I know that Joel, she's not your daughter just like she ain't mine but if i could change that, if it was given me the chance to be her mother i would, because we have been travelling for months with her and you know what she always did since she saw she could trust me? She came to sleep on my arms cause she always knew that she would be safe and i would take care of her, she's not my daughter but i damn well wish i could be, cause that girl need stability and someone that can take care of her cause even she won't admit, she's scared because that what's this world do. She's a fourteen year old girl that it's scared and i would give my life if that meant that that she would feel and keep safe." you sighed deeply "I wish that you could talk to me about Sarah, you know? I know that it hurts to even think about her but not talking and not mentioning her won't make the pain go away, i learned that in the worst way, she deserves to be remembered Joel, cause i know you were a good father for her and i know damn well that if she could say something to you is that she doesn't blame you for what happened, cause her death wasn't your fault" Joel started crying at this point, letting his unshed tears to finally fall as you neared him and gripped his arms, your own tears falling "It wasn't your fault Honey. You didn't killed her, that soldier did. You haven't failed her, that world did. You shouldn't carry the blame and weight of failure in your shoulders cause it wasn't you fault, you're not responsible for her death and i know that if she could, she would say that to you."

Joel let himself sink into your arms, holding you tightly to him as he body shook with the tears that streamed down in his face. He carried the feeling of failure and that he was the cause that Sarah was dead all of those years and those same feelings resembled again when he met Ellie cause he was afraid that he would fail her too and that that would cause her death and he thought that the best way he could keep her alive was to let her go.

That night, Joel let himself cry to sleep on your arms amd the last thought that runned on his mind before sleeping is that he wouldn't let anything happen to Ellie, he was too attached to let that happen now and he knew that if he let anything happen to her, that would imply that you were gonna suffer too, and he wouldn't let that happen.

#the last of us hbo #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel the last of us #ellie the last of us #joel and ellie #the last of us x reader #the last of us imagine #the last of us #reader insert

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judysxnd · 1 year ago

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Hi.. can I request a pedro×reader please?

I want board game night with pedro. One where it things get hot and heavy 💋❤

Oh yes pleeeaaaase, I absolutely LOVE the idea.

I wanted to wait before publishing it, so that I could write others and plan them, but I was so proud of it (for once), that I couldn’t wait!! I love it so much, I was inspired!!!!!

Minors, please do not engage!

Warnings: smut, oral, unprotected sex

Summary: game night took a turn when you end up loosing

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You were coming home a little bit late tonight, you had an emergency at work. You were a little bit worried that Pedro would be mad, since Friday nights are designated to be your game night. Unfortunately this time you couldn’t get out of work early.

When you entered the house, you saw the games on the table, and you smelled the pizzas in the oven. After putting your stuff to the side, you entered the living room, to see Pedro reading a book with the tv on with music.

“Hi” Pedro said, lifting his head, smiling

“Hey, I’m sorry for coming home so late” he put his book on the coffee table and got up

“It’s okay, don’t worry, I warmed the pizza and the games are ready” once in front of him, you put your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. “Aaand, it’s not that late” he added, looking at his phone

“I don’t deserve you” you said, kissing him lightly again

“I know I know” you both laughed

“Are the pizza ready?” You turned your face towards the kitchen

“They should be” you both walked to the kitchen. While Pedro checked the pizzas you set up the table. “What game do you want to play tonight?”

“Hm, I don’t know.. Are you in a mood for a long game or a short one?”

“Whatever you want”

“That’s not helping” you joked

“When you ask this question it’s because you want to play a long one, since the only long one we have is monopoly, let’s do it then” you stood still, staring at him, blushing a little

“It’s not even funny, you know me too well”

“I’m the perfect boyfriend I know” you both laughed

“Don’t get too cocky”

“I should say that to you with that attitude, when you are the one who came home late” you gasped

“How dare you! I work to put food on the table!” you laughed

“And what do you think I’m doing? I stay home waiting for you!” Pedro continued the joke “and when you come home, the first thing you ask is what’s for dinner? How do you think it makes me feel!” You couldn’t stop laughing

“Alright alright miss pascal, I’ll set up the game, you can serve the pizzas”

“Right away ma’am” you chuckled “but still you’ll have to make it up for coming home late”

“Yeah yeah” you smirked as you sat. Pedro put he pizzas on the table, and gave you a piece of it, before taking one for himself.

After almost thrifty minutes, you were well into the game, music still playing in the background. There were almost no piece of pizza left. In the game, Pedro was winning. He bought a lot of places, the expensive ones, while you only had the cheapest ones.

“That’s not fair” you said as you ended on his place, the most expensive one. You looked at the two piece of paper that showed “50” on each.

“You do have to pay though” he smirked, proud of himself

“I regret choosing this game” Pedro laughed. “Can I take money from the bank?”

“Nope, you already did it twice, they refuse to lend you more money”

“Why? You will end with the money either way”

“You’re going to have to find another way to pay” he had a big evil smile on his face. You stared at him, thinking.

“Can I pay.. maybe.. in kind?” Pedro’s smile dropped a little, his eyes starting to travel on your body.

“Depends, what do you have in mind?” You slightly got up from your chair and leaned over the table. You put your hand under Pedro’s chin, pulling him closer to you. Once he was, your hand wandered on his body, before ending on his crotch. Pedro didn’t dare to move, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I was thinking, you know.. this kind of stuff.” You bit your lip. You slightly tilted his head on the side, getting closer to his ear. “Like maybe you could take me right now on the table” you whispered. Then suddenly you sat back down. “I don’t know, only if you want to, I can pay you later with money if you prefer” you were smirking, Pedro got all serious, but more specifically speechless.

“I’d like option one” he finally said. He put both his hands on the table, and pushed the board further on the side of the table. Once it was all empty in front of him, he tapped on the table, signaling you to come sit in front of him. Smiling, you got up, walked around the table, before sitting on it, right in front of Pedro.

You are wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a simple white shirt. Well, you were wearing them. Because in soft motions, Pedro unbuttoned your jeans, and slowly took them off of you. Kissing your thighs as he got closer to you, his hands arrived on your waist and grabbed your shirt, taking it off. You were already moaning as you felt his lips on your body.

“It better be worth it, because you own me a lot of money” he softly said as he got up and started to kiss your stomach, then your neck. You couldn’t help but chuckle. One hand on the table, the other on your back, in just a snap he unclipped your bra. You took it off and threw it somewhere in the room.

Your hands were slowly going down under his shirt. Before he could kiss you again, you slightly pushed him, and started to take his shirt off. Once it was off limits, with your legs you pulled him closer to you again. Staring at him for a few seconds, this time, you were the one kissing all over his body, as your hands found and squeezed his butt.

“Do I never treat you right?” You asked, breaking the silence. You saw in Pedro’s eyes that he didn’t expect it, but that he didn’t dislike it as well. He smiled and kissed you roughly but not too much. He started to go down, going from you neck to breasts, making sure to take care of your boobs, before ending on your stomach, and a little bit lower, your right hand in his hair.

He looked at you, his hands on your waist as they grabbed the fabric of your panties, and started to slowly tug them down. You moved a bit so that Pedro could take them off. He threw them away, not really caring right now. On his knees, he brought you a little more on the edge of the table, and kissed your thighs again, before going down on you.

You immediately moaned when you felt his tongue working perfectly on your skin, his beard tickling you at the same time. All of these sensations were already sending you to heaven. You were arching your back, your left hand holding you still on the table as much as you could. Pedro was also holding you still with his right hand, while his left was curled up around your thigh, sometimes squeezing it.

In matters of minutes you were getting there, your moans getting louder and louder. Your legs naturally wrapped themselves around Pedro, it was too good. Grinding a little bit, you were finally on the edge. After you hit your orgasm, you were breathing heavily, laying on the table. You released Pedro from your legs. He got up, and kissed you all the way up to your lips. He pulled you up so that you were sitting again. Without saying anything, you stood up, and turned, pulling Pedro where you were.

“It was supposed to be the other way around” you said as you pulled down his pants.

“Can’t help myself” he said as he wiped his mouth with his thumb. You chuckled. “You taste too good” you pulled his underwear down, exposing him entered to you. You lightly pushed him so that he would sit on the table. Not saying anything, you kissed him passionately while you wrapped your hand around his dick and started to move up and down. He moaned in the kiss.

You lowered yourself, your left hand going down on his body too. Know on your knees, what your mouth started to do what your hand was doing before. Pedro threw his head back, moaning and groaning. You knew what you were doing, your tongue making it feel just right. You were also using your hands, each touch was essential. That’s actually his weakness.

His hand grabbing your hair tightly, he came in your mouth. Swallowing, you got back up. Neither of you said anything, you just looked at each other. It was now incredibly hot in the room, you were both panting, but you were far from done. After a few seconds, Pedro grabbed your thigh, quickly turned and put you on the table again. Here comes the best part.

He roughly kissed you again, his hand down, working on your clitoris, stimulating you again, and preparing you for what’s about to come next. You squeezed his ass, earning a moan from him. He parted your legs more, and centered himself with you. You pumped him a little, before putting his dick in front of your entrance and started to slide it inside. You put both of your legs around his waist, making him go even closer to you, making his dick going further and deeper inside of you. You both moaned at the feeling.

Then the motions started. In and out. Grinding accordingly to the thrusts. Your hands were either on his back or butt, squeezing what you could find, as the feeling was very intense. Pedro was kissing your neck, his hands on your breasts and holding you at the same time. He always preferred keeping you close to him. He loves the feeling of your skin of his way too much. You were starting to get close and Pedro was not far away from you. The thrusts were getting faster and deeper, making you both moan and scream.

Your orgasm both hit you almost at the same time, him a little after you as he kept going on a little bit as you were flooded with the most intense feeling. Pedro’s head rested on your chest, both of you breathing heavily. You pulled his head up, kissing him passionately.

“Did I pay my debts?” You both laughed

“I don’t know, the bank hasn’t made a decision yet” you hit him playfully before kissing languorously, still a little bit feeling the adrenaline and rush from the moment. You parted, gathering your clothes, leaving in the bedroom to change.

You eventually came back in the living room, well, you didn’t finish your game yet. You went back as nothing happened. Both smirking, you went on, knowing that it would all happen in a few minutes.

#pedro pascal #fanfic #imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #oneshot #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal preferences #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal x female reader #smut

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finnsbubblegum · 1 year ago

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Long Day (Javier Peña X Reader)

Pair: Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: fluff (let me know if i missed any)

Summary: Your boyfriend Javi taking care of you after a long day at work.

Words: 900

A/N: I haven’t finished watching narcos but I wanted to write about Pedro’s character as Javier Pena and use this GIF😭 I don’t know any spanish words (this is TMI, but I just watched a few spanish movies and learned a few phrases. Culpa mia is so good!) and I don’t know much about javier pena’s character but I hope you like this fic! It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything so this one is a bit shorter than what I wrote before. Sorry for the long wait to anons who sent me messages😭 Hope you like it!

“Peña.” Javi said his last name as he put the phone between his jaw and shoulder.

“Hey Javi..” You sounded languid on the phone.

“Cariño? Everything okay?” Javi realized you sounded different than usual.

“When are you coming home?” You didn’t answer his question.

“I have to stay in the office for the night. We just got another clue on Escobar and I think we’re close. Lo siento, cariño. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Okay.” You hung up the phone.

You had a long day at work and Javi, your boyfriend, was the only one that you needed to comfort you. Even though you were a bit disappointed that your boyfriend couldn’t be there with you when you needed him the most, you understood him and his work. His work was important and it involved people’s lives so you understood. This wasn’t the first time so you knew this was coming. Knowing that your boyfriend wasn’t coming home, you took a bottle of wine and drank yourself.

When you hung up the phone, Javi sensed something was wrong with you. He sighed and tapped his index finger on the table.

“Fuck it.” Javi grabbed his jacket and drove home.

You turned your head to your door as you sipped on your wine. You heard someone was trying to open the door. Javi told you earlier that he wouldn’t come home for the night so you wondered who was trying to open your door. You stood up and walked to the door to check. As you held the door handle, the door opened. It was Javi. His hands on your waist, his lips on your lips right away when he saw you.

“I thought-You told me-” You were surprised Javi came home to you.

“I couldn’t leave you alone, not when I know you need me.” Javi’s brown eyes gazed at yours.

You chuckled at his words that made you feel more loved than ever. You stood on your toes and put your arms around his neck. Javi’s hands that were on your waist moved his way to the back of your thigh and pulled them to his waist.

“Javi!” You giggled.

“Bed time.” Javi chuckled and carried you to the bedroom.

He groaned as he laid you on the bed gently, put a pillow under your head and tucked you in.

“Where are you going?” You sat as you saw your boyfriend walk away from the bedroom.

“I’ll be back, cariño. Just get some rest.” Javi assured you.

You laid on your back and sighed. You were very tired from a long day at work and all you needed was your boyfriend’s warmth and presence. Just him being next to you was enough so you hoped he would be back soon.

“Cariño.” Javi sat beside you on the edge of the bed with a mug in his hand.

You sat and took the mug he was handing you.

“Hot chocolate?” You looked at the mug and looked at Javi.

“Thought it would make you feel better.” Javi shrugged and leaned it to give you a kiss on your forehead.

You closed your eyes and smiled as he kissed your forehead.

“Gracias, Javi.” You sipped on the hot chocolate that your boyfriend made for you.

“Anything for you, mi amor.” Javi smiled and stroked your thigh that were under the blankets.

“Will you stay?” You looked at him giving your puppy eyes.

“Do you want me to?” Javi tucked your hair behind your ear.

You nodded as you sipped another hot chocolate. Javi smiled and nodded. He knew what his girlfriend needed and he would do anything for you.

“Can you?” You were worried that you might be too clingy and hinder your boyfriend’s work.

“Of course I can, Steve will cover for me. Don’t worry.” Javi stood up to take off his clothes and change into more comfortable pants.

Then he sat beside you shirtless, back leaning on the headboard, while you finished your hot chocolate. Javi couldn’t help but smile as he stared at you emptying your mug. He found you very adorable and he always wanted to take care of you. He had met thousands of women but he had never felt this way before to any of them. Sometimes he wondered why. All he knew was he was deeply in love with you. A few minutes passed and you finally finished the hot chocolate. You put the empty mug on the bedside table and turned your head to face your boyfriend.

“What?” You caught him staring at you the whole time.

“Nothing.” Javi’s cheeks redden.

You smiled and crawled to him.

“How was work? Do you want to talk about it?” Javi knew you had a long day and he always wanted to be there for you when you needed someone to talk to.

“Too many stressful things happened today. But I don’t want to talk about it now. I just want to be with you.” You rested your head on his bare chest.

“Okay. Just tell me when you want to talk, okay?” Javi caressed your back.

You nodded and looked up to his face. He could see from your face that you were so tired.

“Come here.” Javi put his arm behind your back and the other pulled your leg to him.

You were now sitting on Javi’s lap and he cradled you. He knew you loved to be cradled because of how safe you felt in this position. Especially if Javi was the one who was cradling you.

“Hmm.” You put your arms around him and buried your face to his neck.

“I’m so in love with you.” You mumbled behind his neck.

“I’m so in love with you, too.” Javi chuckled and rested his head on your head.

The End

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Title: One Drunken Night (Part 8.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Hello Again

Character(s): Negan (pre-apocalypse), Joel Miller (pre-apocalypse, au), and Reader (third-person POV) Summary: Three years have passed and everything seems to now be falling into place in Reader’s life. Until a familiar face shows up in the most unexpected of places. Word Count: 5,020 Author's Note: Did a bit of a time jump in this chapter to kickstart what’s to come... (also that gif of Pedro Pascal, just ugh) Warning: SMUT (w/ Joel); Negan being an asshole/language; mentions of premature labor

(GIF source: @loregifs, @jdmorganz)

Three years later…

Joel was standing behind her, peppering kisses along her shoulder. It had been three years since they decided to become a couple and everyday, he felt so lucky. He hadn’t felt this happy in a long time.

“Mmm… We’re gonna be late,” she smiled, tilting her head to expose more of her neck as his lips brushed against her hot spots, causing a whimper to escape her lips. Three years and they still couldn’t get enough of each other.

“I’m just so proud of you, darlin’.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Joel smiled, pulling back to turn her around to face him. “I think you would’ve done just fine without me.”

“I’d rather not think about that life,” she teased. “You think tonight will go okay?”

Joel cupped her cheeks, looking into her eyes. “It’ll be great. You worked so hard and you finally made it happen. Your own art show, darlin’.”

Before she could reply, they heard the sounds of quiet footsteps enter the room and the little girl was holding her stuffed bear, tucked underneath her arm.

“Mama!” The little girl grinned, her dimples immediately showing. The little girl had equal traits from her mother and from Negan. While her smile resembled Negan’s, her big eyes resembled her mother’s. Big, curious, warm, and inviting.

“Hey, sweetpea.” She smiled, scooping the little girl in her arms. The little girl rested her head against her mother’s shoulder as she looked over at Joel.

“Hey babygirl,” Joel leaned over to kiss the girl’s forehead, brushing her dark locks away from her face. “You excited to spend the night with Uncle Tommy?”

The little girl nodded rapidly, excitement filling her eyes. “Yup! I got my jammies.”

“You going to be a good girl?” Y/N asked, tickling her sides as the little girl’s laughter filled the room.

“I always am!”

“I beg to differ,” Joel snickered. “You can be naughty sometimes, babygirl.”

The little girl huffed, hugging her bear closer to her chest. “No.”

Before Joel could reply, there was the sound of a knock. The little girl grinned, squirming against her mother’s arms as she let her down.

“Uncle Tommy!” The little girl ran out of the room, giggling to herself.

Joel looked over at her lovingly which Y/N caught onto immediately. She stepped up to him and pressed a hand to his chest.

“I think she likes Tommy more than she likes me,” she teased, feigning a pout.

“You might be right,” Joel teased, causing Y/N to gently smack his arm. “I’m teasin’.”

“You better or else you’re gonna have to make it up to me.”

Joel smirked, leaning down to press a soft kiss onto her lips as his hand drifted down to grasp her backside. “I don’t mind,” he whispered huskily. “Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do.”

“Oh, don’t tempt me.”

Joel chuckled, pulling back as he pointed towards the door. “We probably should get that since she’s gonna try to open that door.”

Y/N smiled and nodded in agreement. Once they reached the front door, they saw the little girl standing on her tippy toes, trying to reach for the doorknob but failing.

“Whatcha doin’?” Joel called out, causing the little girl to whip her head in his direction. He flashed her a wink and picked her up into his arms, peppering kisses along her face as her giggles engulfed them once more.

Y/N watched them with loving eyes. She had never thought she would be in this position, but the universe worked in mysterious ways and she wouldn’t have it any other way than this. She opened the door, seeing Tommy on the other side with a grin on his face.

“Where’s my favorite girl?”

“Me! Right here!” The little girl managed to say between giggles, gently pushing against Joel’s face as she tried to reach out for Tommy.

Y/N handed Tommy the little girl’s backpack, making sure that everything she needed was packed. She looked worried, concerned, but Tommy gently rested a hand on her shoulder and she felt herself relax. The Miller brothers had been a godsend in her life and while she was head over heels over Joel, she was just glad Tommy had turned his life around, especially with Maria by his side.

“She’ll be okay. I promise.” Tommy said.

“I know, I know. It’s just–”

“Will it help if I call you every hour?” he teased.

“Yes,” she replied all too quickly. Tommy arched his brow and then let out a quiet chuckle. “I trust you, Tommy. I’m just– She’s my little girl.”

“It’s for one night. If you find that you miss her too much after your show and you wanna pick her up, you’re more than welcome to.”

“Thank you.” She sighed, looking over at Joel and her little girl as they both were talking amongst each other in a way where she couldn’t understand. While she had a special relationship with her daughter, so did Joel. “We owe you… And Maria.”

“Don’t sweat it. We’re happy to look after this little one.” Tommy then took the little girl in his arms, feeling her snuggle immediately against him. “We gonna have fun, right?”

The little girl nodded excitedly. “Right!”

Y/N and Joel smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek. Once they pulled away, the little girl looked up at them and smiled, her dimples once more showing itself.

“Wuv you,” she said. “A wot.”

Y/N felt her heart melt, running her fingers through her daughter’s hair. “You be good for Uncle Tommy and Maria, okay?”

She nodded. “Yes, mama.”

“We’ll see you tomorrow, babygirl.” Joel added, kissing her forehead. “Love you lots.”

“Wuv you forever,” she replied almost instantly.

“Alright, alright. This little lady and I are going to head out and eat lots of sugar,” he teased. “You two have fun and congratulations again. You deserve it,” he added, looking over in Y/N’s direction.

Once they left, Y/N turned to Joel and sighed. “I miss her already.”

He chuckled, pulling her into his arms. “She’s in good hands.”

“I know.”

“Tonight’s about you, darlin’. Let’s get going.”

About thirty minutes later, Joel and Y/N entered the art gallery. There were plenty of people already in attendance and she noticed the array of photographs she had taken that was now being displayed for the guests to look at, to admire, and to critique.

Though, it didn’t matter.

Her collection was all about her daughter, Mila.

—

Three years earlier…

“Joel… Joel.” Y/N called out, tapping his foot after she used the bathroom. She was about six weeks away from her due date, but she felt something was wrong. Something was different. There was pain radiating through her body and it wasn’t until she let out a scream of pain that Joel awoke with wide eyes.

“Darlin’? What’s wrong?”

Suddenly, she looked down at the pool of water surrounding her. “My water just broke. Joel… My water just broke! It’s too early.”

“Okay, okay, calm down, darlin’. It’ll be–”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Joel!” She screamed in pain again, gripping the edge of the bed frame as she hunched over in pain.

He nodded immediately and pulled on a pair of pants and a dark t-shirt, not bothering to fix it once he noticed it was inside out. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

She nodded, leaning against him and gripping onto his arm with a tight grip that even Joel winced. Once he led her inside his car, he took a deep breath and walked around to the driver’s side. He climbed inside and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

“It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. She’ll be okay,” Joel repeated, trying to reassure her and also himself.

Eight hours had passed and the sound of her daughter’s cries filtered the room. Y/N was drenched in sweat and she was exhausted, but once she heard her baby’s cry, she felt overcome with emotions.

Joel, on the other hand, had been by her side through it all. He kept a hold on her hand as she pushed, whispered sweet encouragements, and even wiped at her brow. He wanted her to know that he was here, he was all in, like he had told her so many months ago.

Joel had cut the umbilical cord and smiled at the sight of the newborn. She had thick, dark hair and long eyelashes that sat perfectly against her full cheeks. He even noticed the dimples that were very noticeable and realized that she must have gotten that from Negan.

However, before Y/N could ask to see her daughter, they had wheeled her away which caused her to look at the main doctor with worried eyes.

“W–Where are they taking her? What’s wrong? Is she okay?”

The doctor instead just let a small smile line her lips. “She’s about six weeks early, so it’s just standard protocol that we make sure she is okay and healthy.”

“But–”

“We’re just going to run some tests, make sure that everything is okay before we bring her by. I assure you that once we finish, we will let you know. For now, get some rest, Mama.” The doctor smiled reassuringly. “You did amazing, congratulations.”

Once the doctor left, Joel sighed and glanced at the door before turning his attention to her. He noticed her big eyes, filled with tears and visibly concerned.

“You did great, darlin’.” He whispered, pecking her lips to try and get her to relax, to rest.

“Joel… I’m scared. Is she–”

“She’ll be okay.” Joel reassured her. “Try and rest, okay? I’ll wake ya up once the nurses come back.”

She wanted to argue, to tell him that she was fine, but exhaustion had caught up to her and she shut her eyes almost instantly.

It had been a couple of hours before Y/N awoke. She looked around and noticed Joel sitting in a chair next to her bed. Just as she was going to call out his name, a nurse walks in followed by another who was rolling in an incubator with a baby inside.

“Joel…”

He immediately stood up, taking her hand into his and giving her a reassuring squeeze. “Is she okay?”

The nurse didn’t answer the question, but instead replied, “She’s having difficulty breathing on her own, so we’re monitoring her and ensuring that she gets the oxygen she needs to help her.”

Y/N bit her lower lip, sitting up in her bed and looking over at the nurses. “Is she going to be okay?”

“We’re monitoring her, but she’s doing great.” The nurse replied, helping her sit up. “We thought you might want to see her… She’s got beautiful big eyes and her dimples are very cute.”

Y/N felt tears sting her eyes once she looked over at the little girl in the incubator. She was sleeping peacefully and if it weren’t for the incubator, she would have assumed that the little girl was healthy and okay.

“Is she in any pain?” Joel asked.

The nurses shook their heads. “The oxygen is helping her, so she’s okay.”

“Do you want to name her?” One of the nurses asked.

Y/N hesitated, slowly shaking her head, catching Joel by surprise. “Not yet…” She didn’t want to name her yet, afraid that something would happen.

“That’s okay. Once you figure out a name, you can let us know.”

The girl stretched in the incubator and slowly fluttered her eyes open. Y/N looked down at her and smiled, feeling tears sting her eyes. Joel on the other hand was enamored with the little girl already. He noticed the dimples and when her eyes opened, all he could think about was Y/N. Big, beautiful eyes.

“She’s got your eyes,” he said aloud.

Y/N blushed, taking his hand in hers. “She’s– She’s amazing.”

They stayed in the neonatal intensive care unit for the next month as the nurses monitored the little girl’s breathing. Y/N had decided to document their journey, taking a variety of photographs of the little girl who had been in an incubator.

There had been times where her oxygen levels were too low, even with the help of the oxygen tank and it had terrified Joel and Y/N. She still didn’t have a name, but when the little girl was finally healthy enough to be released, for Y/N and Joel to finally hold her, she knew what her name would be.

Y/N was sitting down in a chair before a nurse picked up the newborn who was swaddled in pink. The nurse gently handed the little girl to Y/N and she cradled the back of her head and neck as she held her daughter against her for the first time.

The little girl snuggled against Y/N and she felt tears stinging her eyes. Joel was standing next to her, watching the little girl closely.

“Do we have a name for this little warrior?” The nurse asked, smiling.

“She does…” Y/N smiled. “Mila… For miracle.”

Joel grinned. “That’s perfect.”

—

“Look at all these photographs,” Joel marveled, looking at the displayed photographs of Mila. It felt like yesterday when she was born and despite the very turbulent beginning, she had been otherwise healthy.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Y/N smiled.

“Takes after her mother,” Joel winked.

“It still makes me emotional,” she admitted. “We could have lost her.”

“But we didn’t.”

She nodded, leaning up to peck his lips. “I can’t believe I have my own art show.”

“Well deserved, darlin’.” Joel pecked her lips and then motioned to the art curator who was motioning for Y/N to walk over in his direction. “Duty calls, baby.”

“Will you be okay? I know this isn’t what you’re used to and–”

“This art collection is of our babygirl, darlin’. I’ll be fine.”

Y/N nodded, giving him one last kiss before she walked over to talk with the curator. He raved on and on about how so many people had already shown interest and how they want to extend her showing for another two weeks. It had resonated with plenty of mothers because while the collection was solely focused on Mila, it also showed the juxtaposition of motherhood.

“Congratulations,” the curator smiled, clinking his glass of wine with hers.

“Thanks, Jack. I still can’t believe it.”

“Well, believe it. You deserve it. Great job. Now, go out and mingle. Tonight’s your night.” He winked, giving her a tight hug and walking away from her.

Y/N looked around the gallery, noticing at how crowded it was and she smiled to herself. She had done it. A successful art show. She scanned the crowd and smiled when she met eyes with Joel. She downed her glass of wine and set it on a table, walking over to him as she was stopped by a few people to extend their congratulations and express how amazing her work was.

Finally, she had reached Joel and he was looking down at her with an amused look. “You’re popular.”

“I know, I kind of don’t like it,” she laughed. “I was thinking…”

“Hm?” Joel arched a brow, running a hand through his hair as he felt her fingers dance along the buttons of his shirt. “Whatcha thinkin’ about, darlin’?”

Maybe it was the fact that she felt so happy or maybe it was the effects of alcohol, but she stood on her toes to whisper in his ear. “Think maybe we can do a quickie?”

Joel grinned, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Here?”

“Well, not here here. But the bathroom, maybe.”

“Mmm, let’s go.”

Y/N bit her lower lip and took his hand, leading him through the crowd. Once in the single bathroom, Y/N locked it behind her and looked over at Joel. There was a primal look in her eyes and it got him excited. He reached down to press against his front, grunting at the pressure.

“Joel, take me. Please.”

Joel growled, picking her up to set her against the sink. Luckily for him, she was wearing a dress so he had bunched up the fabric to rest around her hips as he pulled down her panties. “I think I’m gonna keep these for the rest of the night.” He winked, pocketing her panties.

“Joel, fuck me.”

He grunted, running two of his fingertips along her slick heat. She let out a quiet moan, moving her hands to grasp at the edges of the sink. “Wet for me already?”

“Always wet for you,” she corrected.

Joel smiled, “Attagirl.” He undid the buckle on his belt and the button at the top of his jeans. Unzipping his pants quickly, he pushed them down with his boxers and grasped his member in his hand. He stroked himself, his eyes focused on her wet heat.

“Joel…” She pleaded. “Please.”

He grinned, running his tip along her slit before he slid past her folds. Joel groaned, moving his hands to her hips to hold her steady as he pushed himself further into her depths slowly. He would never get tired of this, of her and as her eyes had fallen shut, Joel tried to remind himself that they were on a time crunch. He couldn’t take his time like he normally did, so instead, he delivered a few sharp thrusts to elicit a loud moan from her.

“Shh…” He whispered, bringing a hand down to cover her lips. “Gotta stay quiet or else we’ll get caught.”

She nodded, looking into his eyes as his hips snapped into hers repeatedly. She felt every inch, throbbing within her walls as she milked his cock. Joel groaned, dropping his hand from her mouth to grab her hips again. He had to be quick, but he was still very determined to make her reach her climax first.

“Joel…” she whimpered, bringing her legs to wrap around his waist, which brought him deeper into her depths. Joel grunted, watching as her breasts bounced beneath the fabric of her dress as he continued his rough and deep thrusts. He could tell that she was nearing her climax from the way her body started to squirm against him and her eyes rolling shut once more.

“Mmm, fuck me, darlin’,” Joel groaned. His thrusts were rough and he was sure that she was going to be sore after this. “Fuck, come for me, baby.”

She moaned, biting her lower lip to try and remain as quiet as possible as her walls finally tightened around him. Joel groaned, his thrusts never faltering as he allowed her to ride her high. After several thrusts, Joel felt a tightness in his lower abdomen before he quickly pulled out to release along her inner thigh. He was breathing heavily, staring down at her as he watched her bring a finger to her inner thigh and run it along his release. She brought her finger to her lips, sucking at the tip and tasting his warmth release.

Joel growled. “Don’t get me started again.”

She smiled at him innocently. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“Just wait until we get home,” Joel whispered huskily, his eyes dark and filled with arousal. “I’m gonna make you come over and over until all you can think about is me, and me alone.”

“You promise?”

Joel grinned. “Oh, I guarantee it, darlin’.”

“I love you,” she smiled, cleaning herself up and pulling her dress back down.

Joel smiled to himself. He would never get tired of hearing those words.

“I love you too, darlin’.”

—

It had been a year since Lucille’s death and he would be lying to himself if he said he was handling it well. He was drinking mostly every day and he couldn’t handle living in the house, so he had decided to sell it. He was living in a small, one bedroom apartment and it was a complete mess.

Losing Lucille had been tough on him and tonight was no different. He was already at a local bar, on his fourth drink as he slumped over the counter of the bar. He could hear the chatter coming from the main street, seeing plenty of people walking in the direction of a local art gallery.

Negan downed his drink, letting the alcohol burn his throat. He stood from his chair and tossed some bills onto the counter as he left the bar. He was feeling tipsy already, following the crowd until he saw her.

He widened his eyes slightly and followed her into the art gallery. Negan had lost her in the crowd, feeling highly out of place as he stopped a nearby waiter who was carrying a tray of glasses filled with wine. He took one eagerly and downed the glass before grabbing another.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

Negan tried to find her, the familiar face in the midst of the crowd before his eyes caught the photographs that were displayed. He arched a brow, deciding to take a look around as he noticed her name on most of the displayed pictures.

He wasn’t watching where he was going before he bumped into a strong figure, looking down at the other man whose hair was slightly slicked back and was definitely dressed for the occasion. Though, despite his clothing, the man still looked out of place, almost like he didn’t belong and Negan simply smirked.

“Joel,” he grinned.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here?” Joel whispered, his jaw tightening at the sight of the man. He glanced around the room, trying to find Y/N to prevent her from seeing that the father of her child was here, at her art show with photographs of Mila.

“Who’s the kid? She’s in every single picture,” Negan asked, avoiding his question.

“I asked you a question, Negan.”

“And I asked you one too.”

Negan chuckled. He was amused that he still managed to get under Joel’s skin after all these years.

“You need to leave,” Joel replied. “Now.”

“Why?” Negan asked, bringing the glass to his lips.

“Don’t you got a wife to take care of?” Joel replied. He noticed Negan’s expression change, seeing the smirk turn into a frown and his eyes narrowing slightly. Negan didn’t need to say anything for Joel to understand what had happened. “Ah, shit, I’m–”

Negan didn’t let him finish, bringing his free hand to deliver a rough punch across Joel’s face. “Shut the fuck up.”

“What the hell,” Joel groaned, gripping his jaw. He stared at the other man, his eyes narrowed as he tackled him to the floor. Immediately, the two men began exchanging punches, the gasps coming from the crowd as they moved away from the scene.

Both men managed to deliver hard punches, skin tearing and blood dripping. By the time they were broken up and separated, Joel had a cut at his cheekbone while Negan’s lip was cut open. Both men also had bloody noses and when they heard their names, they turned their attention to her.

“Joel!” She exclaimed.

“Negan?” she added.

The art curator immediately ran to the commotion, seeing both men staring at each other with glares before he motioned for security to escort them out of the building.

“No… No, Jack, wait,” she stopped.

“Honey, this is your night. Don’t let them ruin it.”

“I know, I just– I gotta talk to them.”

Jack sighed. “Fine. Take them to my office.”

She nodded and led both men away from the crowd and to the back of the building, opening the door to Jack’s office and slamming the door shut. Her blood was boiling at the sight of the two and she looked around the room to see a roll of paper towels. Instantly, she tossed it to Negan who caught it with a low groan.

“Joel, really?” She began.

“Darlin’, he–”

“I don’t care!”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, snatching the paper towel from Negan to clean himself up.

“And you,” she then turned her attention to Negan.

“Hello again,” he winked.

“Fuck you,” she spat. “You don’t get to do that.”

“Well, if you want to go down memory lane, I wouldn’t–”

She walked up to him and delivered a sharp slap across his cheek. He grunted, tightening his jaw as he looked back down at her.

“You don’t get to show up here three years later and act like nothing’s wrong.”

“In my defense,” Negan said, dabbing at his lower lip with a wince. “I didn’t know this was your show and I certainly didn’t plan on coming here, but… I saw the crowd and decided to follow it.”

“Just my luck,” she whispered to herself. “You need to go.”

“That’s what I told him,” Joel chimed in.

“Joel, just don’t.”

“Sorry,” he repeated.

“She got you whipped,” Negan chuckled. “You finally fuck her, huh?”

Joel tightened his jaw and turned his body to face Negan, his hand curling into a fist. “Have some respect or else I’ll do worse than give you a busted lip.”

“Alright, sure, old man,” Negan spat, rolling his eyes. “I could fuck you up too.”

“Just stop!” She yelled, sighing in defeat. “You know what? I think we should just go home, Joel.”

“But it’s your night, darlin’.”

“I just want to leave.” She sighed, glancing over at Negan. It hurt to have the father of her child standing so close to her. She wanted to tell him that he was a father, that her daughter was a spitting image of him with the dimples and quick-witted humor, but she couldn’t find the words.

“Wait,” Negan sighed. “If this is your art show, who’s the little girl?”

Her heart dropped. She glanced over at Joel and then back at Negan. “My daughter.”

Negan arched a brow, glancing between her and Joel. “No shit? Not only did you fuck her, but you got her pregnant?”

“Negan, I swear to god–”

“She’s yours!” She yelled, finally feeling the weight being lifted off her shoulders. She looked over at Negan whose eyes had widened and his hands dropped to his sides. He certainly wasn’t expecting that. “I tried to tell you years ago, but you didn’t want anything to do with me…”

“I– I’m a dad?” Negan stuttered. “That little girl in all those pictures… She’s mine?”

“No, she’s mine. I have raised her for the past three years and–”

“You never fucking told me!”

“I tried!”

Negan let out an exhale, looking straight at her. He remembered that night very vividly and he had beat himself up for it ever since. He never meant to hurt her and now, he had missed out on three years of his daughter’s life.

Daughter.

“I– I’m sorry, doll…” Negan started. “I just– I was in a very bad place and–”

“I don’t care. It’s too late.”

“I want to meet her,” he whispered. “Can I meet her?”

Joel instantly interrupted, shaking his head. “No. You’ve done enough.”

“You don’t have a say in this, Joel,” Negan spat. “You’re not her father.”

“And neither are you,” he replied. “By blood, sure, but I have been by that little girl’s side since the day she was born.”

She couldn’t say anything. She certainly wasn’t expecting to see Negan ever again and had hoped to avoid this type of confrontation. She knew it was too good to be true, that everything in her life was now falling into place. The universe was practically laughing at her.

“Negan, I don’t–”

“I deserve to meet her,” he interrupted.

“Deserve?” Y/N scoffed. “My daughter was six weeks premature. She had to stay in the hospital for a month… A month after she was born because she couldn’t breathe on her own and Joel… Joel had been there through it all. I don’t care if you were in a bad place, Negan. I called you plenty of times to try and tell you but you made it clear that you didn’t want anything to do with me. You don’t have the right to come in here and insert yourself back into my life or my daughter’s.”

“I’m sorry,” Negan repeated. “I can tell you everything if you just– If you give me a chance.” The color of his eyes and his dimples reminded her so much of Mila’s.

She hesitated, looking between Joel and Negan. She didn’t know what it was about Negan, but it appeared that she still had a soft spot for him because she slowly nodded, which caught Joel off guard.

“Darlin’–”

She shook her head. “Joel, this is my decision…”

Negan looked at her with hopeful eyes. “I just wanna meet her,” he added.

“Not yet,” she answered. “You’re coming home with us tonight and you’re telling me everything.”

Joel and Negan shared a glance that didn’t go unnoticed and she arched a brow.

“I don’t think tonight is a good idea,” Joel commented. “It’s the night of your art show and–”

“That takes a backseat now that my daughter’s father is standing in front of me, begging to meet her,” she interrupted. “You ready to go?”

Negan slowly nodded, glancing over at Joel. “You gonna beat me up again?”

Joel scoffed. “First of all, you threw the first punch, asshole.”

“First things first,” she added. “No more fighting.” She delivered a stern look towards both men, causing Joel to immediately nod and Negan to smirk.

“Yes, ma’am,” Joel responded.

“I kinda like this new side of you, doll.” Negan winked.

She narrowed her eyes as a response.

Negan smirked, bringing a hand to salute her. “Yes, ma’am,” he copied.

Joel rolled his eyes and reached over to grab Y/N’s hand, immediately lacing their hands together and Negan took notice of this. Joel glanced over at the other man, making sure to let him know that she was off the market and no longer available.

Negan smirked, leaning over to whisper in Joel’s ear. “So you did finally fuck her.”

“Shut up.”

---

Part 9.

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odetodilfs · 2 years ago

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Fixing the truck

Now this fic is more based on game Joel Miller, so just a heads up, even if I prefer Pedro's Miller.

Request of @filifuck

Pairings: Joel Miller x m!reader Warnings: Just some sweat and some teasing, that's all.

Joel had spent all morning since 7 o clock fixed on his truck, trying to fix it of a leak or some sort, you were amazed how your boyfriend could spend so many hours fixing a car, and how he knew how they worked. But now it was 1pm and it was a very hot summer day, so you decided to bring him water and try to convince him to take a rest.

You walked to where he was working, and there he was, absolutely drenched in sweat, tired expression on his face, shirt that was about to start dripping if he didn’t take it off, “Hey darling” you said with a smile, lifting the glass of water towards him, he smiled and went over to you and leaned in to kiss you, “If you don’t wipe the sweat off your face I’m not kissing you” you crossed your arms and closed your eyes, “Hm, I find it hard to believe you’re saying that, considering you lick the sweat off my chest when we fuck,” he got you good there, you opened your mouth to speak, “Sh, it’s okay” he said, taking the water, and just as you let your guard down, he gave you a peck on the cheek, “Ugh, Joel!” you said, “I like to see you annoyed,” he smirked, “Well I like seeing you mad” you smirked back, “Hm, go ahead, try to make me mad baby,” “Well, I think you probably wouldn’t be strong enough to rip your shirt,” you said, you wanted him to unknowingly give you a show, “Oh, I can prove that right now…” he said, taking the collar in his hands and pulling.

He tensed his arms and somehow, a loud ripping sound followed, his muscles working overtime to break the wet fabric, the way his biceps bulged and the way even more sweat dripped from his head, until finally, he broke it, “Hm, you were saying?” he smirked at you, “That was… strangely hot” you were blushing, not sure if it was from the heat or from Joel or both, “Hm, turned you on huh?” “Yeah” you almost whimpered, you were so. Damn. Close to jumping on him, laying him down on the floor and riding his dick, but suddenly, he pinned you to a wall, and started rubbing your hard cock through your pants, “Definitely turned you on hm?” he smirked, you leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips, his soft beard against your face, “Joel- please-” “Shh- I know baby, I know” he said as he picked you up and placed you on the back of his pickup truck, “If the truck can take how fucking hard I’m about to fuck you baby, then it means it will be able to stand anything” he muttered against your neck, you whimpered at his words, his wet chest hair rubbing against your own chest.

“Shit, let me look for lube,” he said, finding a container of vaseline, “is this good enough?” he asked, he was so horny yet he still cared so much for your wellbeing.

“Fuck, Joel, yes- I need you in me” you moaned, you were desperate for his dick, “We’re rather eager today huh?” he asked as he smirked and positioned his dick to your ass, you didn’t care that his face had a few stains from fixing the car, that he was covered in a blanket of sweat, right there, he looked like the most beautiful man ever.

As you felt the head pop through your hole you moaned in pleasure, “You’re so big” you said as he finally got the last inch inside you, “You like that baby?” “Mhm” you said as he started thrusting inside you, stroking your walls and hitting just the right spot. He leaned in closer to you, his chest hair against your torso felt amazing and you were smearing precum all over his belly. He started humping you and grunting as the pleasure coursed through him, he kept kissing you as he fucked you, you constantly moaned into his mouth as he started thrusting harder and faster. It started to get slippery, as both of you became increasingly sweatier, Joel’s shoulders, which you were holding onto were becoming slippier and his thrusts only sped up, “J-Joel” you moaned, you knew how much it turned him on when you moaned his name, unable to say anything else. He just kissed you tenderly, acting like he wasn’t rearranging your guts in your lower half, “It’s okay baby- you’re taking me good- fuck-” he moaned as he thrust his head upwards in pleasure, a hiss following, just then, a drop of sweat landed on your belly, and as your legs started feeling like jello, you screamed his name as you shot cum between your sweat-soaked bodies, your cum getting all over his chest and belly hair.

This pushed Joel off the edge too, as his body tensed up and he cursed and unloaded inside you, “Fuck… that was amazing” he said, panting, still recovering, “It was… we need to do this more often” “Yeah,” he said as he smirked, “Lunch is ready by the way” you said, “Then let’s go, I’m done here anyway” he said as you started to dress up and leave, Joel being shirtless of course, as he had ripped his shirt up.

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pascalscoffin · 1 year ago

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Away From The Devil pt. II

Full Pedro Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part III

Series Warning: Minors Go Away I’ll Kick You In The Forehead. I just don’t want kiddos here. Yeah it’s all rewritten with the reader added in if ya don’t like it don’t read it. Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Reader is like 24, Joel is still 56 cause�� hot. Anyway. Cursing (again, Ellie is there, what did you expect? Reader actually cusses more its funny). Reader feels out of place. Joel is Joel (he's kinda mean), Ellie’s pretty decent. Mentions of David and his SexualAssault of reader (it’s okay he can’t get you here). Reader feels out of place. No Pun Intended: Volume Too By Will Livingston. Reader doesn’t interfere with Ellie/Joel (PLATONICALLY SHUT UP) bonding moments. Ellie confides in a stranger???👀👀 (Ellie is a little ooc in this I’m sorry I just like the idea of them trauma bonding okay? She’s less quiet that’s kinda it and maybe nicer than she usually is but again, trauma bonding this is just for bonding purposes💀 I promise it gets better)

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You’d never felt so god damn out of place before. Ellie was nice enough, when she wasn’t slinking between the two of you, or glued to Joel’s side, she stuck close to you. It felt like she wanted to say something, but she never would, she’d stare at you from the corner of her eye and the second you’d turn to ask what was on her mind, she was practically sprinting to stick by Joel, almost like she knew you weren’t going to tread that territory.

Joel was still very obviously not happy with the decision to keep you around, you’d thought you heard mutter about one more mouth to hunt for. Wanting to keep the peace, though, you hadn’t said anything and pretended like you hadn’t heard anything, just admiring the nature around you.

Ellie had slowed down to fall in pace with you again. This time, after looking at you from the corner of her eye for a while, she cleared her throat and spoke. “So… David-“ “yeah.” You spoke softly before she could finish her sentence. “.. yeah, he did.” You looked down at her and cleared her throat. “Did he…” she shook her head and made a slashing motion with her hand. “Got him with the cleave first.” You looked at her when she said ‘cleave’ and the two of you laughed a little before you looked away. “But he almost.” She added. You nodded and furrowed your brows as that lump filled your throat. “I was uh… twelve.. the first time.” You mumbled, glancing at her and then looking away. “It didn’t really…. Stop.”

She widened her eyes and looked at you quickly. “And you didn’t kill him?” You let out a short laugh and shook your head. “I was… young when we got there, Y’know? It was all I knew.. I didn’t know if I could survive out here alone.. I still don’t. Not really. And up until now… I hadn’t really thought about it I just… dealt with it.. yknow it was that or starve.. or become the meal apparently.”

“… how does it even taste? Human flesh? Gotta be fucking disgusting.” You snorted. “Apparently it’s pretty fucking delicious if they call it venison and you’re too starved to think about it.” Had you eaten your mother? Your dad was a no kidding. But your mom… your mom was sick.. he wouldn’t make his people eat someone that was sick.. even if it was just cancer and not Cordyceps.

“… God damn. Hope I never get that hungry.” You nodded. “I hope you don’t either.” You looked around. “… I always liked nature Y’know, we were too harsh to it before… not that I really member I was… four I think when this all started but… I’ve read lots of books, I read shit that wasn’t books, anything I could find that had words on it, really. I wanted to suck up all the knowledge I could… but I… it made me feel..” “free?”

You looked down at her and took a deep breath before looking forward, just barely seeing Joel jerk his head forward like he’d been looking back at the two of you. “Yeah… free. I didn’t have to worry about David, making him happy, impressing him.. doing whatever he needed just for a meal.” You mumbled. “I was terrified of going hungry again or.. making him angry… it was always worse if I made him angry..” Ellie nodded beside you. “… I guess I can understand that. He’s the type to fuck with your head, too. So I totally get it.” She looked at Joel and shrugged. “He will too. Eventually. I don’t know if he.. do you think he.. knows what happened in the restaurant?” You looked down at her and nodded. “I imagine he does. He looks smart.”

“… he hasn’t said anything.” You hummed. “Yeah… that’s the thing about men.. especially men like Joel, their heart is usually in the right place but.. sometimes it’s hard to tell cause they won’t say it or show it.” your eyes lingered on him for a bit before you blinked and continued speaking. “They’re just not very good at that stuff. I’ve never met a man that was… my father included, he was a lot like Joel, he’d done anything to protect my mother and me.. but trying to get him to speak about what he was feeling or what anyone else was feeling… it was like pulling out your teeth, hair, and nails all at the same time.” You shook your head.

“Joel doesn’t talk about anything unless it’s ‘No, Ellie’ ‘Don’t do that, Ellie’ ‘do what I say’ ‘you’re my responsibility’ or pretending he’s not laughing at my absolutely fucking hilarious puns.” “I did not laugh.” “You totally fucking did!” Ellie looked at you. “He totally did.” You smiled and laughed softly. “He looks like the type to enjoy a pun or two.” Joel glared over his shoulder for a second before looking forward again. “… or six.” You smirked at Ellie, who laughed and nodded.

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The walk was quiet after that, eventually Joel lead the two of you out onto the highway and told the two of you to try and find something to eat. Ellie sat on the tailgate of a truck, you looked at her occasionally, you felt bad for her, it was obvious she was strong, emotionally and physically. But she was still a kid growing up in the apocalypse, she didn’t even know what life was like before.. not that you really knew either, but your parents always told stories about going to the zoo or the park when you were little.

You saw Joel try to get her attention, talking to her but she wasn’t really paying attention. He said something about Beefaroni and then walked over to her, holding up a yellow box and asking her if she’d ever played Boggle. You watched them quietly, not wanting to impose on the two of them trying to connect. It was obvious they meant a lot to eachother, and they needed these moments. During your search you managed to find a can of chicken noodle soup in the backseat of a silver minivan.

Your head jerked over when you heard some shuffling somewhere down the road, a distant clicking just barely hitting your ears, when you looked over at Joel and Ellie he was motioning you over with his head. “We gotta get outta here. Cmon.” He walked behind you and Ellie as you stepped off into the woods, deciding to use the woods as cover for a while.

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Later, when the three of you were huddled around a fire where the Beefaroni and Chicken Soup were warming up, you pulled out your Doritos and looked towards Ellie as you peeled the bag open. "Answers probably no.. but have you ever had a Dorito?" You asked her, holding up the small bag of chips.

Ellie looked up from the fire and looked at the chip bag, squinting a little before she shook her head. "No.. are they good?" You grinned and nodded. "They're awesome. These are stale which definitely ruins the taste a little but Doritos were my favorite before this shit started.. probably one of the only things I really remember. My parents had so many fucking Doritos at the start cause it was the only thing I would eat." You poured some of the crushed chips into her cupped hands and glanced at Joel before clearing your throat.

"Did.. did you want some?" You asked softly. Joel looked up from where he was poking the fire with a stick, keeping it burning but not too big. Maybe it was the gun shoved in your face the whole afternoon, but you were just realizing now how attractive he was. His eyes a deep chocolate brown that shimmered in the flickering of the fire, his nose prominent and soaking in all the light from the fire, swallowing up what his eyes weren’t. When he reached out you poured some of the Doritos into his hands and smiled tightly before leaning back to munch on what was left in the bag.

"Thanks for letting me come with you." You sighed softly, playing with a broken chip and looking down at it. "I know it wasn't easy.. and it's just one more person for you to have to take care of." You glanced at Joel and then looked at the fire. "But.. I'm not gonna be someone you have to drag behind you.. I went on hunts and shit a few times I just.. I didn't want to be out here alone." Ellie had slunk away at this point, leaving you and Joel to talk. What kinda angle was she working there?

Joel sighed heavily at your words and glanced at Ellie before looking at you again. "It wasn't you." He shook his head. "... I gotta protect her. She's my priority, my responsibility. Can't go riskin' her life cause someone's scared of bein' alone." You frowned deeply and looked at the fire, clenching your jaw. "I get it. Listen- I know being the grumpy dad is- your thing or whatever. But that doesn't mean you have to be a dick." You scoffed. "I'm not scared of being alone. I'm sick of being alone. He took my fucking dad from me, and then my mom died and I had nobody." You glared at him. "So, yeah, I wanted some fucking company that wasn't harrassing me all the fucking time. Excuse the fuck out of me." You wrapped your hands with one of your shirts and reached out to grab your soup, sitting a little further away from Joel and focusing on just eating your soup, staring down into the can.

You heard Joel and Ellie whispering back and forth for a moment, Ellie hit his arm a couple times, and then they sat down with their food. Ellie was obviously a little upset with Joel but that didn't stop her from staying close to him. They'd offered you a piece of bread, well Ellie offered you bread, Joel stood in the background just looking... awkward, you'd declined though with a soft smile, telling her to eat it.

Afterwards you laid in your sleeping bags, Ellie between you and Joel. You looked over when you heard some shifting next to you and squinted when you saw Ellie looking at a book with her flashlight. "What ya readin'?" You whispered, she looked over and you could just barely see a smile on her face. "No Pun Intended: Volume Too By Will Livingston. Look. Too like too." She turned the book around and let you see the front before opening it back up again. You laughed softly and bit your lip. "Okay... So lay one on me." You said happily, turning on your side to look at her fully. You could just barely see Joel turn his head towards the two of you a little.

Ellie's smile widened as she nodded. "Okay.. let's see..." She looked at the book for a second before chuckling to herself. "Okay- okay.." she cleared her throat. "What did the grape say when it got crushed?" She looked at you, shining her light on you, before turning and shining it on Joel and then grinning and looking back at her book. "Nothing, it just let out a little wine."

You blinked a little before laughing softly. "Wow." You laughed a little more, Ellie starting to join in as you turned on your back, you could’ve sworn you heard a deeper laughing from the other side of Ellie, a laugh you could only assume was Joel’s.

The three of you laughed for a minute before you finally started to fell the sleep wash over you, taking a deep breath as it encouraged you into its warm, peaceful embrace. "Thanks, Ellie." You mumbled softly, barely hearing her mutter 'you're welcome' before you were fully asleep.

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