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punkshort · 11 months ago

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I don’t know if this is an annoying request but is there any way to get a Drabble of when reader had gotten jealous (in the past before the accident) when she found out that joel and Angie had history. In one of your previous chapters, Joel described it as some of the best sex of his life 👀

-Kiwi 🥝💚

Not an annoying ask at all! Thank you for sending this to me, this was a great idea! Sorry it took so long to get to it!

Jealous

An I Know Who You Are drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), blow job, unprotected piv sex, language, edging, lil bit of dom reader/sub joel, masturbation, angry/a little rough sex, jealousy, possessiveness, spanking, hair pulling

WC: 1.6K

A/N: I want to let everyone know this part of their history took place very early on in their relationship. Reader does not yet know his secret, they are in the 'messing around' stage and if you recall, Joel once compared reader to taming a wild horse. So the reader in this story is very different from the one we know. Enjoy!

"Please," Joel whimpered, no longer above begging.

You were between his legs, his cock leaking and heavy in your mouth. With every swirl of your tongue and pump of your fist, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the brink just to have you pull away with a devilish smirk. It was maybe the third time you left him gasping for breath but he lost count so he couldn't be sure. His brain was a jumbled mess and his skin was on fire, soaked with sweat due to his heart pounding so furiously in his chest for the past twenty minutes.

"God, I love it when you use your manners," you purred. You cracked your back and neck with a soft moan, completely ignoring his cock throbbing and aching for attention in front of you. "It really turns me on. Wanna see?"

He groaned and arched his back off the bed, desperately trying to get you to touch him again. He wasn't used to this. Whatever it was you were doing together was fairly new and while the sex was always good, this was something else. And all because at dinner that night, you discovered he fucked someone else well before you even arrived in Jackson.

It was beginning to bother him how non-committal you were. The first couple times you were together, he didn't mind. In fact, he preferred it that way. Especially considering the guilt that weighed him down ever since he first recognized you. But recently, something changed in the way he looked at you, thought about you, felt about you. He was so fucking rusty, he had no idea how to shift the nature of your relationship to something more meaningful. So when Angie showed up, batting her lashes and touching his shoulder at the bar while he waited for you to finish playing whatever game you were playing and come home with him, he leaned into it a bit. He tossed Angie a smile just to add fuel to the flames and make you end the charade. And out of the corner of his eye, when he saw you stiffen and slam down your drink, he felt his cock twitch with excitement.

Maybe he shouldn't have pushed your buttons.

"You're not listening to me," you said sternly, grabbing his chin and forcing his attention back onto you. "I asked you a question."

"Yes," he rasped, "show me. Please," he added, remembering at the last second how you liked it when he begged. You smiled and let his chin go, then took that very same hand and slowly dragged it down your bare chest, over your stomach and underneath the fabric of your panties. You tipped your head back and moaned when you slid two fingers into your pussy, and when you began to rock your hips into your hand, still kneeling between his legs on the bed, he whined and fisted the bedsheets next to him.

He desperately moaned your name, wiping the sweat from his forehead, but you cut him off.

"So wet," you whispered, rolling your neck and opening your eyes, steadily holding his gaze while you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers. "Feels so good. Maybe I'll just make myself come, instead."

"No!" he growled angrily, sitting up and grabbing the back of your neck. You gasped in surprise but he could see your eyes sparkling with excitement and the corners of your mouth twitch.

"No?" you repeated, tilting your head to the side and sinking your teeth into your lower lip, your eyes locked onto his, now inches away from your face while you snapped your wrist even faster between your legs.

"I wanna make you come," he said through clenched teeth while he did everything in his power not to grab you by the waist and slam you down on his cock.

"If you don't like it, maybe you should've taken her home tonight, instead," you seethed angrily, then your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth fell open when your fingers finally brushed up against that one spot that always made you come undone. Joel's nostrils flared when he realized you were close and decided he had enough.

"Fuck this," he muttered. He wrapped his hand around your wrist and yanked it out from between your legs, and before you even had a chance to open your eyes and yell at him, he scooped his other arm around your back and flipped you over so you were lying underneath him. He smirked down at you, finally getting the upper hand. "Did I make you jealous, baby?"

You scoffed and wiggled underneath him, but he pinned you down.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're allowed to fuck whoever you want."

He hummed and noticed your fingers still glistening with your slick. He grabbed your wrist and popped both your fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping up your arousal with a heady groan, making sure to lick up every last drop before releasing your fingers with a grin.

"Only wanna fuck you, though."

He noticed the way your expression softened a bit, just for a split second. The first crack in your armor. But before he could dig into it deeper, you shifted gears.

"Then go ahead and fuck me already."

He yanked your underwear so fast down your legs, you heard the fabric rip, but you could hardly care when a moment later he was sinking himself inside you with a strangled groan, both finally finding some relief in the familiar stretch.

"Y'drive me fuckin' crazy, y'know that?" he murmured into your cheek. He held your jaw tightly in his grip, his hips roughly slamming into you as you gasped and moaned under him. With every harsh thrust, he brushed against that one spot, already stimulated from your fingers earlier. "Can't just admit you're jealous? Wouldn't look my way all night 'til someone else did and now look at you. Makin' a mess all over my cock."

Your eyes flared with anger and you yanked your chin out of his grasp. Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pulled as hard as you could, causing him to lose his balance for a moment, but it was all you needed. You wrapped your legs around his waist and with a grunt, rolled him over onto his back so you were straddling him.

Your mouth crashed down against his, teeth clashing and tongues messily licking into each other. With your heavy breaths mingling together, his hands roamed, grabbing onto every part of you he could find until they settled on your hips. He helped guide you in his lap, fingers digging into the fatty area where your thighs and hips creased, adding more force every time you dropped back down onto his thick length.

"Jesus, fuck!" Joel growled, lifting one hand to slap your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp until the pain faded and you ordered him to do it again, so he did.

You moaned and tilted your chin to the ceiling, hips grinding into him so you could give your burning thighs a break but it apparently wasn't enough because he started to ram up into you, soft grunts slipping past his lips with each thrust.

With little warning, your back arched and you cried out, convulsing and squeezing his cock as you came, gasping desperately for air. He couldn't tear his eyes away, completely mesmerized, like usual. You were gorgeous, he always knew that, but when he got to see you fall apart for him, it transcended his definition of beauty and left him in awe.

Once you collected yourself, he pulled you down to his chest, burying his face against your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around your ribs, slamming into your used cunt over and over, making you whimper against his skin.

"I wanna come inside you so fuckin' bad," he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

"You can't," you whispered back, leaving out but I wish you could.

"I know."

With a rough groan, he pulled out, causing your eyelids to flutter weakly and your pussy clench angrily at the loss. He pulled your hips down flush so he could rut against you, stilling momentarily when his hot spend spilled out, smearing all over your stomachs.

After giving him a moment to catch his breath, you tried to roll off of him but he didn't loosen his grip.

"Just another minute," he said softly into your shoulder. He felt your body relax and he inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent for later. He tilted his head so he faced you and locked his lips with yours, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. But you didn't allow it for long. You never did.

"Joel," you murmured against his mouth, pulling away and pushing yourself up. He sighed and let you go, watching as you stood on shaky legs to enter his bathroom and clean yourself up. You handed him the wet towel before collecting your clothes from the floor, holding up your mangled underwear with one finger and giving him a look. He chuckled as he wiped his stomach and shrugged.

You rolled your eyes and turned around so he didn't see the smile on your face as you got dressed. His eyes raked up and down your body for a moment before he said, "you don't gotta leave, y'know."

"I have patrol in the morning."

"So?"

"So I need to get some sleep," you said, pulling your shirt on and fixing your hair. He was really growing to hate this part. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow," you added over your shoulder as you headed towards his door. He didn't respond. He just watched you leave, a slow smile pulling at his lips because even though you acted indifferent towards him, the fact remained that you were jealous of another woman giving him attention, and that had to mean something.

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djarins-cyare · 26 days ago

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Here from your WIP post - please tell me about Refugees From TV Land?!

Yay, I’m so glad someone asked about this one! 🩵 It’s one of my favourites and the first fic idea I wrote down after finishing Be-All And Endor.

As those of you who’ve read my WIP folder titles may have guessed, I’m pretty obsessed with the whole ‘Earthling in the SWU’ concept. One of my most beloved Mandalorian fics ever (Short Debts Make Long Friends by @wrathkitty) features a Reader from Earth, and I’ve already described one of my Earthling!Reader fic ideas here.

Another of my favourite Mandalorian fics is Not My Stars by @keldabe-kriff, which is kind of the opposite – it features Din becoming stuck on Earth. It’s such an intriguing inversion of the ‘Earthling in the SWU’ concept that I found myself dreaming up my own spin on how such a situation could come about and what the dynamics would be like. I love the idea of Din being totally flummoxed by things we find normal and the reader having to help him adapt!

Refugees From TV Land is a placeholder title until I can think of something better, but I’ve got the whole thing plotted out and have written a few scenes here and there. I think the best way to illustrate the setup is simply to give you the entire scene where Din arrives, although I don’t really want to give away much more than that for now. So here you go – I hope you enjoy it! 🩵

Refugees From TV Land

BOOM!

You bolt upright as a deafening bang wrenches you from your couch-based slumber, shattering the enjoyable Mandalorian-themed dream you were having. The projector still hums quietly behind you, its vintage lens casting an achromatic glow over the room, though the show has long since ended.

Through the foggy confusion of your abrupt awakening, you scan the room, convinced that something has either fallen or exploded, and a mounting panic hits as you realise Yoda is nowhere to be seen.

“Yoda! Where are you, buddy?” That dog is a menace.

After a few seconds, the patter of claws on the hardwood floor signals your little hound has heard your summons. All you see at first are his huge ears approaching the couch before he leaps up to join you.

“What have you destroyed this time, huh?” you ask, already dreading the mess you’ll have to face.

Yoda huffs at your accusation before bounding forward to lick your face – either in apology or simple affection – and you collapse back onto the sofa, laughing as you fend him off with a few ear scratches. A quick once-over confirms he isn’t wet, smeared in food, or singed. It’s unlikely he’s caused too much damage, then.

“Alright, little guy, whatever it is, we’ll tackle it tomorrow. Bedtime now.” But as you try to kick off the blanket and sit back up, you swear you hear something else – a man’s shout, distant yet discernible.

Is someone outside? You’re about to get up and check when Yoda growls, and a cold shiver of alarm races through you at the possibility of an intruder. This place is so isolated that you’re not sure how to handle such a prospect. You freeze for several anxious moments, watching your dog for any clues about the threat’s origin.

Then, you notice something odd: Yoda isn’t growling at the door or the windows. He’s fixated on the blank wall opposite you, upon which the projector still casts a large square of light.

And that’s when you see it.

Shifting patterns ripple within the light’s confines – undulating shimmers that make the solid wall appear almost liquid, the shapes slowly gaining colour and definition.

Suddenly, Yoda howls, and your focus snaps back to him, only to see him doing his best wolf impression at the ceiling. “What the fuck…?” you murmur.

But before you can reach out to soothe him, a shrill, high-pitched tone slices through the air, forcing you to clamp your hands over your ears. Yoda abandons his howling in favour of barking instead, his gaze fixed once again on the wall. You look up and see… images! They’re faint but unmistakable – as if the projector’s lens is out of focus.

Wondering what on earth it’s projecting (since the DVD has undoubtedly ended), you reach up behind the sofa and fiddle with the lens assembly, twisting the focusing gear to adjust the aperture. The piercing tone has vanished, so you drop your other hand from your ear, noting that Yoda has now fully burrowed himself beneath your blanket.

So much for your guard dog, the little wimp.

As the image sharpens, you hear a man shouting again – but this time, you can make out the words: “There he is! Stop him!” Desperately, you twist the focus gear once more, trying to tune in whatever your projector is inexplicably displaying.

Suddenly, the image becomes vividly clear – a perfectly projected grey hallway with angular walls and glowing strip lighting. Your drowsy mind struggles to make sense of the familiar architecture and fathom why it’s being projected onto your living room wall when, all at once, there’s another boom. You jolt in shock, and Yoda whines from beneath the blanket.

Then chaos erupts in the corridor: flashes of red ricochet off the walls, and your eyes widen as a figure dashes around the corner. A figure you recognise immediately.

It’s none other than the Mandalorian – his silver beskar deflecting the red plasma as if it were mere rain in a summer storm.

What the fuck are you seeing? Is this an easter egg at the end of the DVD or something?!

You watch as Din tucks himself against the wall near the corner he just raced around. He peeks back out and fires a couple of blaster shots back the way he came while Grogu’s little pod zips around the corner, its top closed tight to protect him.

Suddenly, a door slides open closer to you along the corridor, and a stormtrooper steps into the foreground, taking aim at Din’s back.

“Oh, shit!” you gasp, fully immersed in the stakes of this bizarre bonus scene. But Din pivots just in time, firing his blaster straight at his would-be attacker. The trooper falls instantly, their own shot going wide and bouncing off the metal wall until it hurtles directly toward the camera…

…and into your fucking living room!

You scream as it impacts the wall above you, desperately wondering if you’re still asleep on your couch and merely dreaming this madness… until Din rushes toward you, shouting, “Is it safe there?”

This is a dream. It can’t be real.

Nonetheless, you nod.

And then he’s running toward you again, stormtroopers rounding the corner behind him, blaster bolts shrieking in your direction.

You cringe as elements from the show you love transform your cosy living room into a battlefield. Red plasma shatters an antique vase on your shelf… it singes your new oak coffee table and custom-made couch cushions… and the Mandalorian you’ve adored for the past four years dives through the wall, rolling to a surprisingly graceful stop on your rug.

Holy shit. This is a dream. This is just a totally realistic, scarily vivid dream.

But the shots keep coming, and the stormtroopers clamour ever closer….

“Close the doorway!” Din yells, rolling to his knees and returning fire through your wall.

Reacting mindlessly to his command, you twist on the couch, stretching up behind you to slam the on/off switch as fast as you can. But as the projector’s light flickers and fades, a few more blaster shots make it through the rapidly vanishing ‘doorway’ – and one catches your outstretched forearm.

The pain is more excruciating than any injury you’ve ever endured. You can’t even tell if you scream; you think you do, but nothing else exists beyond the searing agony of white-hot plasma eating into your skin.

It’s fucking glowing.

With the projector now off, the room is shrouded in darkness save for the moonlight streaming through the windows… and your fucking glowing wound.

You slide back down on the couch, clutching your injured arm and trying your goddamn best not to hyperventilate.

“Hey… let me see,” you hear, and suddenly, your fictional crush is gently cradling your forearm in his soft leather gloves. Din fucking Djarin is kneeling beside you, holding your arm as you hysterically gulp down oxygen and repress the urge to scream. Then, a gurgling sound comes from behind him, and you glance up…

…and wide brown eyes stare at you from between enormous batwing ears that illustrate exactly why you named your dog Yoda. Except… he looks real. A real-life Grogu with fluid movements – so unlike that jerky puppet in the show.

It’s too much. It’s too fucking much. Even your desperate, gasping attempts to take in oxygen aren’t enough to stave off your shocked mind’s overwhelming desire: to just switch the fuck off for a while.

And as darkness encroaches from the edges of your vision, you remain conscious just long enough to feel something tingly being sprayed on your arm. The last thing you hear before you pass out is a modulated voice that sounds remarkably like Pedro Pascal assuring you, “You’re gonna be fine.”

Sure. You will be when you wake up. Because this was all a dream.

Right?

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ozarkthedog · 4 months ago

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🐮 <3333

Javier was never a side sleeper until he met you. Now, all he wants is your face to be the last thing he sees every night before he treads the vast unknown of sleep.

Javier rarely knows peace. He's only allowed glimpses of salvation.

When a storm rages outside as you lie in bed together, you curl your body around his torso as a loud crack of thunder echoes in the sky. When he hears you sing in the shower and when you cook his favorite meal. When he pushes your thighs apart, you welcome him with open arms into your warmth like someone who's been forgiven for their past sins.

When he holds you close, can breathe you in, and knows everything is okay in that moment.

💙

send me a 🐮 and i will refresh my pinterest and give u my first four pics as a random moodboard &&& maybe a blurb to go with it!

#ozzie responds #asks are always open #sweet peas #moodboard game #javier peña #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal

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lotusbxtch · 2 months ago

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Kim!!!

Please please tell us about dude ranch dbf Joel!!

And I’m gonna be greedy and ask about stripper whiskey as well because girl whaaaaat i am here for that 😮��💨

Hi darling! So dude ranch DBF!Joel x f!Reader is something I've had knocking around in my head for a few months now (I even made a Pinterest board for it!) but haven't gotten around to actually writing.

The premise is that Joel and Reader's dad were best friends growing up, but went to different high schools and thus took different paths in life. Reader's dad became something white collar and six-figure... an attorney, a marketing executive, etc. Joel stayed blue collar, and so the two of them drifted apart. (So Reader and Joel have never met before.) However, Reader's dad runs into Tommy somewhere and Tommy invites him to come visit the dude ranch that he and Joel run outside of Austin.

Reader's dad is a bit of a prick and only cares about Reader for her braggable qualities ("my daughter went to ____ college," "my daughter works at ______", etc.). He likes to keep up appearances and has run out of friends, so he wants to rekindle his friendship with Joel. He decides that Reader's whole family will be going to the dude ranch for a month-long summer trip.

Joel and Reader both fight their attraction to each other for different reasons, but as the summer goes on, it becomes harder and harder to deny it to themselves and to each other.

Also for anyone that doesn't know what a dude ranch is: what is a dude ranch? (I realize that it may be a very American thing, haha)

Tropes: forbidden romance, age gap romance, dad's best friend, cowboy romance, city girl/country boy. Perhaps others! Let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I write it.

If you want to see more of my WIP titles: click here

Cowboy Joel, anyone? @for-a-longlongtime @mountainsandmayhem @alltheirdamn @joelmillerisapunk @sin-djarin @itwasntimethatdidit40 @guiltyasdave @almostfoxglove @almostempty @chippedowlmug @reggiesfilthylittlesecret @arcanefox207 @legendary-pink-dot @penvisions @luxurychristmaspudding @swankyorange @mermaidgirl30 @perotovar

#pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #pedro pascal characters #ask reply #wip title game #cowboy!Joel

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hotgirlbedtimescenarios · 5 months ago

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hellloooo kt 💖

for a blurb: joel and reader on a camping trip. maybe they go swimming in a lake and watch the stars at night time :)

fluffy or smutty idc i just love how u write joel! 🤍🤍🤍

Hello sweet Lali! ❤️ Your compliment goes straight to my heart; thank you so much. 🥹 I’m equally, if not even more, obsessed with how YOU write, Joel. Anyways...

So, I kind of got carried away with this one, and it turned into much more than a blurb. Once the fluff began, I couldn't stop it. Whoops. I hope you like it :)

Forever Like This

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Words: >1k

Vibes: fluffy & flirty

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“Are you sure about this, Joel? Where are we going?” you call out, your voice a little breathless as you trail behind him along the thick forest path.

The sun is low in the sky, casting long shadows between the trees. You've been walking for what feels like ages, your legs sore from the hike, and the soft rustling of leaves around you makes it feel as though you're stepping deeper into the heart of the woods. You can’t help but wonder if you’re lost.

Joel glances back over his shoulder, his brown eyes gleaming with that familiar spark of mischief. He shifts the overnight bags in his hand, effortlessly transferring their weight to one arm before reaching out to take your hand. His touch is warm and grounding. “We’re almost there,” he says with a grin that only makes your curiosity grow.

Minutes later, the forest parts, and suddenly, you step into an open meadow. The sight takes your breath away. Sunlight filters through amber and gold leaves overhead, casting everything in a warm, golden glow. A soft breeze stirs the tall grass, making it sway. The leaves above rustle gently, sending a flurry of them dancing in the air, floating slowly to the earth below.

In this picturesque clearing sits a small log cabin, its wood weathered with age. It's tucked away into the corner of the clearing. A sparkling lake stretches out to one side, the water mirroring the clear blue sky. A little john boat lies tipped on its side at the water’s edge, its wood faded from years of use.

Your heart skips in your chest, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of the scene. “What is this place?” you ask, your voice soft with awe, turning to look at Joel.

Joel’s gaze is already on you, watching the wonder in your expression. He smiles, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “This cabin’s been in my family for years,” he explains, leading you toward the clearing. “Tommy and I used to come here to hunt or fish when we had the time. Haven’t been in a while, though.”

You look up at him, your eyes catching on his rugged features, the rough stubble along his jaw, the intensity in his dark eyes, and the way his dark hair flips slightly at the nape of his neck. You feel an undeniable sense of peace just being here, beside him.

“C’mon,” he says, guiding you toward the cabin. “Let’s get settled.”

The cabin’s door creaks as Joel unlocks it, revealing a small, cozy interior. The air smells of pine and wood, with the faintest trace of something earthy. As you explore the cabin, you notice little wooden carvings scattered throughout the room, birds, bears, and tiny trees, all crafted by hand. You imagine Joel sitting here by the firelight, carving late into the night.

Joel opens the windows, letting in the cool autumn air, and begins to unpack the bags. “Spent a lot of nights here when I was a kid,” he says, his voice softer now. “Tommy and I used to fight over who got to steer the boat. I learned how to hunt here, shot my first deer in these woods.” There’s a faraway look in his eyes as he speaks, lost in the memories.

You listen intently, feeling the weight of his words, then glance around at the tiny cabin. The wooden walls, the faded rugs, the firewood stacked neatly by the door, it all feels so personal.

Joel offers you a smile and gestures toward the lake. “Come on.”

You follow him, shoes and socks quickly discarded as you step into the soft, cool grass. The lake stretches out before you, its surface smooth and inviting. You dip your toes in, and a burst of laughter slips from your lips when tiny fish begin to dart around your feet. They nibble lightly at your skin, and you shriek, pulling your feet out of the water in surprise. Water splashes onto Joel, who’s sitting right beside you.

You glance at him, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but when you see the damp patches on his T-shirt and the playful glint in his eyes, the teasing smile on his lips, you know exactly what’s coming.

A huff of laughter rumbles from his chest and he smirks, “I was just thinkin it might be nice to take a dip.” Before you can scramble away he’s pulling you into his arms with a swift move, lifting you effortlessly off the ground.

You squeal in surprise, trying to wriggle free, but Joel just chuckles as he carries you toward the water. “Joel! No, don’t!” you laugh, your voice half-pleading, half-giggling, “Our clothes!”

Your struggle is futile. Before long, he’s wading into the lake, the cool water quickly rising to his knees. He releases you when the water’s chest-high, and you find yourself drenched, laughing helplessly as Joel grins at you, clearly pleased with himself.

“Refreshing, huh?” he smirks, his voice deep and amused.

“Yeah,” you say, sticking out your tongue at him, “I guess it’s not too bad.”

The two of you spend the next few minutes wading and splashing, playfully dunking each other in the water, until you both end up stripped down to your underwear, your soggy clothes thrown onto the shore. You float together, bodies pressed against each other in the water, content in the intimacy of the moment.

Joel wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. He presses a soft kiss to the tip of your wet nose, his breath warm against your skin. “Did I do good? Like the surprise?” he murmurs, his voice tender, hopeful.

“Perfect,” you whisper, and then kiss him. It starts off innocent and slow but builds, passion quickly catching flame. Beneath the water you wrap your legs around his torso, anchoring yourself to him and his hands cup the cheeks of your ass, kneading the flesh. His tongue sweeps against your bottom lip, begging for entrance and you allow it as your fingers tangle in his hair.

A groan rumbles in Joel's chest; it vibrates against you where yours is pressed up against him. His fingers skirt at the edge of your panties, asking for permission. To his surprise, you pull away from the kiss, and he watches you with a puzzled look, confusion in his lust-filled eyes.

“Not here,” you breathe, nodding toward the water. “Too many fish... and who knows what else is swimming around in here.”

Joel’s eyes narrow in playful frustration, but his lips curl into a grin.

“That cabin got a shower big enough for two?” you ask, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

He groans low in his chest, his eyes dark with desire. “We’ll make it fit,” he grumbles, giving you a squeeze that makes you laugh.

“Well, what are we still doing out here?” you tease.

“Fuck if I know”, and before the last syllable has left his mouth the both of you scramble out of the water, dripping wet and laughing as you race toward the cabin.

———

Later, after the sun has set and the stars begin to twinkle against the clear night sky next to a thin sliver of the moon, you and joel lie on a blanket in the meadow, the cool grass beneath you.

The sounds of the forest are a backdrop to the two of you, an owl hooting and insects humming in the distance. A cool wind skirts across the meadow, and you lean into Joel, the warmth of his body blooming beside you.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave,” you sigh dreamily, perfectly content at where you find yourself, resting your head on his chest and listening to the steady beat of his heart.

Joel wraps an arm around you, pulling you close, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. He grins to himself secretly, thinking about the diamond ring in a tiny blue box hidden in his suitcase just a few yards away in the cabin.

“You're right,” he murmurs, his voice equally content, “I could do this forever.”

#joel miller x reader #fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro characters #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #game joel #one shot #joel miller drabble #asks #request

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aurorawritestoescape · 4 months ago

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18. current number of wips

21. most memorable comment/review

23. fics you wanted to write but didn't

💙💙💙💙

Thank you for the questions, Ozzie!!❤️😘 I hope your week is going great💕

18. I’ve counted 9 but I’m pretty sure that a couple of them are gonna be dropped so let’s say 7😅

21. I’m going to cheat and instead of talking about one review or comment I’d like to thank all my lovely readers which have supported me this year, have given me inspiration to write and have taken their time to leave some positive feedback. Thank you so much, lovelies🫂💕💕💕 @axshadows @casa-boiardi @huskyfox5 @fruityreads @nervousmumbling @gigistorm @pedroswife69 @megangovier @littlevenicebitch69 @tammythr @senoratess @survivingandenduring @jokesonthem @oldenoughtoknowbettersstuff @laprofesoratinacita @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @bbyanarchist @indiegirlunited @21stcenturywitchcraft @theoraekenslover @lunpycatavenue @sheepdogchick3 @untamedheart81 @divineangel222 @lostfleurs @y-prendeme-la-tierra @guelyury @kulekehe @iveseenstrangerthings50 @pascaltesfaye @ratoonstown @nana90azevedo I’m sure I’m forgetting someone but please know that I love you very very much!🫂💖

23. Oh, so many🥲 To name a few - ffm with Javi P, mermaid x Joel dark mini series, a series with QZ Joel and Tommy, fluffy meet cute with Frankie.. I hope I will get to all of them eventually.

Love you, Ozzie💗

#Ozzie💖#end of the year #ask💕#pedro pascal #ask game #fanfic writing

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stellamarielu · 18 days ago

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i’m not a pedro pascal simp right but ngl the first time i saw Oberyn Martell i died a little ( i was 12 )

oh you mean HIM?

yeahhh he was insane for this. i think of oberyn martell like four times a day tbh

#him as this character changed my life in indescribable ways #oberyn martell #game of thrones #pedro pascal #ask stellamarie!violetteshoneybee🧸

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furious-rogue-stuff · 1 year ago

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FOUR! FOUR! TABLE FOUR! MESA NÚMERO CUATRO 🥵

Which table are YOU sitting at?

Shoutout to @softpascalito for such a fun brainrot-fomenting post!

No-pressure tags:

#Which table are YOU sitting at?#Pedro Pascal characters #Ask game

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pedroshotwifey · 1 year ago

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hi beautiful!

dave york and #5 🤭

Hi baby!!

You and your Dave York 😂 I would expect nothing less ;)

Hope you enjoy this 100% filth!!

Rating: Explicit

W/C: 839

Pairing: Dave York x fem!reader

Fucking Mine

“C’mon, baby. One more and I’ll fuck you.”

You whimper at Dave’s promise, suddenly doubling your efforts as you grind down on his thigh. You try to focus on the way our clit drags, your slick smearing to make the glide smoother. You’re both still dressed, having just got home from work, so the fabric of your pants makes the friction all that much more delicious.

“There you go, that’s it,” he praises gently. Your toes curl at this, knowing he's going to get much rougher as the night progresses.

His hands grab on your ass, squeezing the flesh between his fingers, his hot breath fanning your cheek as he leans forward to tug you closer to him. You feel the familiar heat in your core start to spread higher, a tingling feeling starting once again between your legs.

Your eyes clamp shut as you come on his thigh, Dave taking over your movements to help you through it. Your moans sound so fucking pretty to his ears as they spill off of your tongue.

“Ohh,” Dave coos at you. “That’s a good fucking girl.”

You clench at his praise despite still coming down from your orgasm. You’re already getting up off of him, pulling off your clothes as you go. He stands up after you, doing the same. You’re both naked within a few seconds, pulling each other back onto the bed in a fit of tongues and teeth.

He tugs you roughly, flipping you so that you’re flat on your back, watching him as he climbs over you and pins your hands over your head. He dips down and takes your mouth, tugging on your lips with the harshness of his kisses. With his other hand, he guides his cock to your entrance, slipping it in as he trails little nips down your neck.

He lets go of your hands, though they stay where he left them even after he uses his free hand to trail down your body, feeling and pinching your flesh. He’s in a rush, more than ready to let go of the pent-up energy accumulated from his day.

“Dave, I–”

“Hush.”

His hips give one quick thrust, making him bottom out with one push. You scream at the feeling, your arms coming up to claw at his back, likely leaving near-bloody scratches. Tears spring to your eyes, but you’re not sure if they’re of pleasure or pain. He pumps once, groaning as your pussy makes room for him.

Okay, pleasure. Definitely pleasure.

He starts at an unrelenting pace, hammering into you so hard that you swear you can see stars. You can tell that neither of you are going to last long, covered in a sheen of sweat and shaking from your efforts. You bring your legs up higher and cross your ankles, pressing him further into you.

He groans and squeezes your hip in warning.

“Fuck, I–”

He pauses and licks his lips, his eyes dropping closed as he steadies himself. You watch him with hooded eyes of your own, your breath coming out in little pants.

“I can’t pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that.”

You grin at him, squeezing tighter as he continues to pummel into your body with a force that should probably be fracturing your hips.

“Yeah, I know,” you quip breathily.

Dave’s eyes go darker at your admission, a goran slipping from his full lips.

“Oh? Is that what you want? Want my cum all up inside this tight f-fucking cunt?”

“God, yes!”

“Yeah? Little slut wants me to fill her up untill she’s fucking dripping with it, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, ohmygod–please, Dave!”

He continues slamming his hips into you, shoving your body further and further into the bed. You’re vaguely aware of the way your mouth drops open, but it’s a bit hard to focus on over the way his cock is punching into your cervix.

He practically growls as he wraps the hand that’s not on your hip around your neck, decreasing your airflow and making your head foggy. He pins you down by your throat, using the leverage to rock even harder into you. It’s intoxicating; the haziness mixed with the intense pleasure he’s giving you.

You moan as he brings you to the brink and pushes you over once again, your cunt convulsing around him and sucking him in further somehow. Your body feels weak and wrung out, though you make sure to keep your legs wrapped firmly around him, encouraging him to take what he needs.

It triggers his own orgasm, and he’s suddenly throbbing inside you as his spend paints your walls. You feel his body press down over yours, molding his chest to yours as he grunts into your ear. His groans fall over you as he slowly pumps his hips, prolonging his pleasure as his seed begins to seep out of you around his cock.

“Yes, fucking take it,” he grunts, holding himself still now as the last spurts fill you. “You’re fucking mine.”

*****

Here’s the link to the prompt list if anyone else would like to request 🫶

#pedro pascal #fan fiction #ao3 #pedro pascal smut #smut #pedro pascal characters #dave york x you #dave york #dave york x f!reader #dave york smut #dave york x reader #x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fan fiction #pedro pascal fandom #fic request #ask game

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beefrobeefcal · 4 months ago

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Thank you to @604to647 and @strang3lov3 for the WIP tag!

This entry is courtesy of Chapter 9 of On the Waterfront. Note: frankie is a douche. water is wet.

Yours in sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

Frankie sat on your bed, examining his busted knuckles. He could still smell you all over the room. The bitter taste of his final words to you soured his mouth and chest, and he had a brief moment of wishing you had just fucking behaved before the guilt began to swallow him up again. He had tried over the past hour to get up and leave your room as he had his men go look for you and bring you back to him, but he’d wanted to walk out and find you in the kitchen or the rec room or his office, and for whatever reason, you would be willing to forgive him because you were that good and he would get another chance. He was lost in his thoughts, still swirling around you and the way you’d looked up at him in sheer horror as he destroyed any redeeming visions you had of him, when one of his men knocked at the open door. “Boss?” Frankie closed his eyes and let out a sharp sigh.

tag your it list: @bitchesuntitled @noxturnalnymph @whocaresstillthelouvre @mothandpidgeon @pinkypromisepascal

#wip wip wip wip wip #wip game #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #frankie morales #you asked beefro answered #triple frontier #francisco catfish morales #on the waterfront #otwf #🥩

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pedrospookie · 3 months ago

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Hiiii Tess, for the Artist and Fic Writer EOY Asks I’ll send these numbers: 1, 14, 15, 22🩵🫶🏻

Love you

Hey hey Mina! Thank you for the q’s 🥰

1. Describe your journey this year in three words?

Not to rip off @slimybeth69 but — i. am. tired.

If I had to pick three original words then it would be: creating. for. myself. It took me more than half the year to kind of grasp this idea, but creating has been much more enjoyable now that I’m playing by my rules.

14. Something new you tried this year?

I’m actually kind of new to writing! I used to write a lot for the Spider-Man/Avengers fandom many moons ago and then life (multiple degrees lol) got in the way. I started writing a Joel Miller x Reader last summer that never saw the light of day, but some kind friends & mutuals encouraged me to try again and now I’m slowly making my way back into it. I’ve been looking for a non-judgemental creative outlet for awhile (if one exists, good grief) and so far writing stories has been really lovely.

In terms of my writing, I’m trying to push myself to be more descriptive! I want to move away from constant dialogue and focus more on how to further the plot while discussing the characters feelings and thoughts— that’s the real meat and potatoes that folks are interested in. I am also making a big effort to improve and expand my vocabulary! I have my thesaurus and dictionary open while writing and am pushing myself to use stronger language in my writing.

15. An area of your art you feel you improved upon?

Oo this is a good one. I was really proud of my scenic descriptions in my Agent Whiskey one-shot that I posted the other day. I took my time to try and clearly articulate the image I had in mind and I feel like it transferred! I just wish that ability would come a little quicker, but practice makes perfect.

22. An idea you had that didn’t make the cut?

In that same Agent Whiskey one-shot, there was supposed to be a really graphic return from a mission where Jack was really unwell. Bruised and battered, but also emotionally not okay. Reader was going to patch him up and that fear was going to be the catalyst for Jack to leave Statesman. There was also supposed to be a sex scene but I couldn’t find the right transitions for it all, let alone within the context of this short story. Maybe in the next one!

Thank you so much for asking! 💕

#tessa's assets #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #tlou #agent whiskey #tag game #Tessa’s treasure trove #agent whiskey one shot #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels headcanon #I love you agent whiskey #i love you jack daniels #thank you for the ask!#ask me anything!#EOY asks!

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djarins-cyare · 1 month ago

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I have so many questions about "Din needs an iphone charger to find out what Pedro Pascal looks like" 🤣 Is Din in a modern-day AU? Are we in a wormhole where the Mandalorian, iphones, and Pedro exist together? Is this code for an upgrade on his helmet tech?

Hey Cas! Thanks for asking about this one; it’s one of my favourites!

I love all your ideas, but this is your classic “Earthling in the SWU” story, except with a kind of… meta twist, I guess. I’ll do my best to explain.

Usually, when you get an Earthling in the SWU fic, it’s just assumed that Din would look like Pedro because that’s what he looks like on our screens. But what does that say about the universe our Earthling Reader has ended up in? Have they been sucked into the TV? Are they now in an entirely fictional universe? How can it exist? Or have they been transported into an AU?

To my mind, there are three possibilities:

Yeah, our Earthling Reader has been transported into the fictional realm created by George Lucas and specifically crafted by John Favreau and Dave Filoni, and Din does indeed look like Pedro. It’s like the movies Last Action Hero and Pleasantville – they’re literally sucked inside the movie or TV. This is uncomfortably deterministic since every event is crafted by writers, so essentially, it makes Favroni into gods. Everything that happens to our Earthling!Reader in that realm is predetermined since we know how Star Wars turns out. I don’t like this option much.

Although Star Wars began as fiction, our Earthling!Reader wanted to be part of it so badly that they somehow wished it into existence. So now, a new universe exists IRL, and they have been transported into it. Since it started as fiction, Din does indeed look like Pedro. This universe is a brand new offshoot and not subject to the fictional rules of Star Wars, so our Earthling!Reader can manipulate events to change the outcome of things. I like this option!

The Star Wars Universe exists as a real alternate universe somewhere alongside ours, and somehow (let’s say via the Force or some lowkey Earthly version of it), George Lucas and other prominent Star Wars writers have dreamed/sensed the events occurring over there and have woven them into stories. They think they have great imaginations, but they’re actually Force-sensitive or as close as you can get to it in this universe. Perhaps Favreau cast Pedro as Din specifically because, in his mind’s eye, that actor looked the most like the person he saw in his visions/imagination. In this scenario, the version of Din that our Earthling!Reader meets may not look precisely like Pedro at all. Similar, yes, all the features match up on paper, but somehow slightly different. This is an intriguing option.

In this fic (which I have now given the hasty title: Face Reality), Earthling!Reader has no idea which of the above options applies, although she has been very honest with Din about where she comes from. She explains that in her “universe” (for want of a better word since she doesn’t know if it’s an actual AU), his story and the stories of others he knows are told as fiction for entertainment. In an effort to spare him the existential crisis of “OMG, I’m just a character in someone’s narrative, I’m not a Real Boy”, she continues with the idea of this place being an already-existing universe that people in her world can sense (i.e. option number 3 above), but the question of whether he looks like Pedro or not comes up…

…particularly when Din discovers that some of the stories are visual. He freaks out. He worries an entire universe of people might have seen him without his helmet, and his creed is now in tatters. So, he becomes obsessed with finding out precisely what Pedro looks like and whether or not they’re identical. The trouble is, everything that Earthling!Reader tells him seems to fit him exactly.

So yeah. He’s having an existential crisis… she’s having an existential crisis… and, oh yeah, they both fancy the fuck out of each other.

Lots going on!

I actually have several scenes of this written already, but most are pretty piecemeal. I’ve got bits of the one where they meet, and everything I explained above comes out, but it’s very raw and unedited. Fortunately, the one where they talk about the iPhone charger was pretty solid already, so I’ve decided to give you the whole of that one, which is like 1k words (admittedly, I polished it up a little first and tweaked it to make it self-contained). Enjoy!

This WIP Folder game is really helping me get some of my WIPs in shape, I’m loving it!

Face Reality

“Tell me what he looks like,” Din asks. “Describe him.”

Not this again. He’s been relentlessly interrogating you about Pedro’s appearance for two days now.

“I already did. How many times do you need to hear it before you quit asking?”

He shakes his helmet. “However many it takes to figure this out. Your description could fit millions of humans across the galaxy – me included.”

You know he’s prevaricating. You’ve described the man’s teeth, for fuck’s sake – there are definitely not millions of humans with an extra tooth in front of their lower right lateral incisor. No, the problem is less about your descriptive skills and more about his increasing panic with every new detail you offer.

You’ve tried reassuring him. You’ve tried arguing with him. This time, you take a futile stab at redirecting him. “Well, at least we’ve established you don’t look like Brendan Wayne. That’s a win.”

The withering look Din sends your way comes through the barrier of his visor loud and clear.

“I need more,” he insists, desperation edging his tone. “If he looks like me, and you’ve seen my face….”

A strangled sound of irritation escapes you as you press your palms against your closed eyes. For a guy who’s recently learned his entire existence is considered a work of fiction in your reality, he’s freakishly hung up on his religious adherence. Or maybe it’s the fact that if he does look like Pedro, he’ll need to face the fact that he’s essentially a copy of someone else and not a Real Boy in his own right.

And you get it; you do. But it’s also fucking frustrating when you’ve got some pretty insurmountable problems of your own. After all, you still don’t know how you got here, nor where ‘here’ actually is. Were you sucked into your TV and all this is fiction, or are you in an independently existing alternate universe that George Lucas has dreams about that he makes into movies?

Your companion is not the only one having an existential crisis here.

“There must be more you can tell me. Be specific,” Din demands, and his unyielding insistence triggers your frayed nerves to finally unravel. You miss home, and being stuck in a possibly fictional universe is enough of a headfuck without this endless back-and-forth.

“I’ve been as specific as I can be!” you snap. “I’ve described everything about him in extreme detail, right down to the epic combination of sexy nose scar and cute little heart-shaped beard patches. I don’t know what more you want. It’s just Pedro being his usual gorgeous self, only extra sad and broody. I get that you’re scared about this, but can you please just give it a rest?”

It takes a couple of seconds for your brain to catch up with your mouth, but when it does…

Shit. You got a little carried away there. Please, God – or whatever deities rule over this galaxy far, far away – don’t let him notice how much you’re practically drooling over Pedro.

“You think he’s… gorgeous?” Din ventures hesitantly.

Fucksticks.

Backpedal! Reverse thrusters! Fall back to base camp!

“I mean….” You screw your eyes shut, searching for a way out of this latest living nightmare, but there’s no denying it now. “Yeah?”

A heavy silence descends. You can’t tell whether Din remains hung up on his potentially broken creed or if he’s moved on to wondering how your attraction to Pedro might translate to him if it turns out they do look alike. Become an apostate but gain an admirer… probably not a fair trade in his eyes.

Well, you wanted him to shut up. Mission accomplished. Except it looks like you now have the opposite problem.

If anything, you’ve made things worse.

Fuck, he still hasn’t said anything. Thor? Or is Odin the one in charge? Wait, wrong franchise. Maker? You’re pretty sure only droids pray to the Maker in Star Wars, but at this point, you’ll gladly supplicate a damn space toaster if it’ll end this awkward silence.

And then suddenly, an idea strikes. Whether it’s divine intervention or sheer desperation oiling your overtaxed, still-weirded-out brain into gear, you can’t be sure. What you do know is that you feel like a prize idiot for not thinking of it sooner.

“My phone!” you exclaim, rifling through your bag until you find your iPhone at the very bottom. You present it with a flourish. “The battery’s been dead for days, and it’s not like this galaxy has 5G, so I didn’t even think about it before.”

Din’s visor locks onto the black slab, and you self-consciously flick away some lint clinging to the curling edges of your screen protector. His helmet tilts inquisitively – still mute, still mysterious.

“It’s like a comlink, but it does a lot more, including capturing different types of images. There’s an image of Pedro as Din on here, but I have no charger with me. Not that there’s anywhere to plug in an iPhone charger in this universe. Y’all seriously need to install some USB-C ports.”

His visor tilts back down to the device, interest apparently piqued.

“If you can find a way to recharge the battery, I can show you what he looks like,” you explain, holding out the phone. “Then you’ll know if your creed is intact.”

He accepts the proffered device, turning it over in his gloved hands, and you point out the charger port at the base.

“Do whatever you need to – take it apart if you really have to – but just… don’t break it. I don’t have much left from home. There are photos of my friends and family on there too, so if you can get it powered up….”

Cradling the battered piece of your heart with a tenderness you know he typically reserves for Grogu, Din nods and rumbles, “Thank you. I’ll look after it.”

There we go. Tension diffused, problem solved. Or partially solved. Or… vaguely moving in the direction of being solved.

Whatever. At least now you can get back to fantasising about what’s under that helmet in peace.

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ozarkthedog · 4 months ago

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Can't send an ask from my sideblog unfortunately but this is @tofics asking! 😊

🐮

Would love to have a blurb to go with it if anything comes to mind! 💓

warnings: fluff!

You hear the familiar crashing in the distance. That dangerous, powerful sound always made you feel small, but your head still whips excitedly in the opposite direction toward the rugged man a few steps behind.

"Come on!" you chirp, tugging Joel's wrist and dragging him toward the beach.

"Alright, alright." Joel groans with a soft smile as you lead the way, curling your hand in his.

As you step through the overgrown tree line, searing warmth settles on your skin, and your ears uncomfortably crackle from the thunderous crash of foamy blue onto the sand.

"Can we stay awhile?" You ask, already crouching to untie your boots.

Joel's hand smooths over the crown of your head. He can't help but chuckle. "Looks like you've already made the decision for us."

"Race you to the water?" You bounce up on your feet like a rabbit, ready to high-tail it to safety.

Joel cocks a hip and perches a hand on his belt. His eyes are soft; they have been since you came into his life and switched the light on, scaring away the darkness.

"Loser has to wash our clothes." Joel playfully declares, dropping his gun and lightly shoving your shoulder to knock you off course before dashing into the sand.

You stumble backward with a half gasp, half laugh, "Joel!"

"You comin' or what?!" He yells, not bothering to look back.

You take off running, trying not to laugh as you watch him attempt to get his boots off while continuing to run toward the ocean.

He somehow gets his boots off and runs head on toward the murky sea before you can catch up. Waves crest as he breaches the water, splashing his jean-clad thighs as you hurtle yourself toward him with a high-pitched scream.

Joel turns in time, catching you in his arms as you topple into the salty blue.

The cold takes your breath away, but Joel's warmth is always contagious. Your arms wrap around his neck as his hands find their place at your hip.

You float silently in the gentle waves. The serenity of the ocean makes you swell with gratitude for the life you created with Joel. The golden rays and salty foam soak your skin as the tide slowly casts your entwined bodies like a seagull relaxing on the surface until the tide calmly washes you to the shore.

💙

send me a 🐮 and i will refresh my pinterest and give u my first four pics as a random moodboard &&& maybe a blurb to go with it!

#ozzie responds #asks are always open #pedro pascal #joel miller #sweet peas #moldboard game #Joel Miller x you #Joel Miller x reader

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