#pedro pascal ask game

[grogusmum]

HELLO! VALENTINE'S DAY IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER!💘

Since it seemed like we all had a good time with my conversation heart game last year, I am dusting off my little wings and my bow and quiver!

And I am not working at the moment, I thought I'd add a little more spice to the pot.

How about I make a mini moodboard for you!?

If you don't remember or you weren't in my little acre of Pedroville in the Greater Tumblrtown Area last year, here's how it works:

I have a very special bag of Conversation Heart! Instead of Be Mine and luv u 4 eva, they say things like I'd fly over the andies 4 u and Be My KitKat

Since Cupid is blind, so I'll dig into my bag without looking, and pull one out for you, whichever Pedro Boy the little saying is by will be your Valentine!

So here's what you do:

Come into my asks with a heart, your favorite color, and a prompt from this list.

Here's what I'll do:

I'll take your Valentine, your favorite color and your prompt and make a little Valentine's moodboard.

You can sending them now through the 14th, but I will post answers on Valentine's Day.

This is not a tag game. Anyone and everyone can play! You don't need to be a moot or follow me. You just have to love our Pedro!! 💚

Please feel free to reblog this post so more people can play!

No pressure tags just to get the ball rolling: @oonajaeadira @writeforfandoms @insomniamamma @honestly-shite @chaoticgeminate @pagannightwitch @max--phillips @katareyoudrilling @mandoblowmybackout @morallyinept @firstofficerwiggles @littledragonlady @littlemissskuld @littlemisspascal @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist @fromthedeskoftheraven @lellowberry @ladamedusoif @perotovar @the-blind-assassin-12 @trulybetty @prolix-yuy @practicalghost @dawn-petrichor-world @quicax3 @wannab-urs @ezras-channel-rat @moonlitbirdie @goodwithcheese @kteague @mothandpidgeon @nissaimmortal @juletheghoul @firstofficerwiggles @inept-the-magnificent @simpingcowboy @beskarprincessjenny @readingiskeepingmegoing @avastrasposts @haylzcyon

[punkshort]

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.

[ozarkthedog]

🐮 <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!

[lotusbxtch]

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

[djarins-cyare]

Held Is The Seed for the fic asks game, please! <3

Hi lovely Caroline! ❤️ Thanks for the ask and sorry it’s taken me a while to get to it. I’m offering a snippet further down as compensation 😇

The title Held Is The Seed comes from a quote by John Harrigan: “Happiness held is the seed, happiness shared is the flower”. There’s no specific line in the fic that refers to it (at least, not yet), but it seemed appropriate because Din has always hunted his bounties alone, whereas in this fic, he’s teamed up with someone else. Still, he keeps himself relatively closed off from her, essentially holding the seed of his happiness close to his chest. It’s only when he fully opens up and shares himself with her (in traditional smutty fanfic fashion 😏) that his happiness has a chance to bloom.

It’s basically a four-part smut-fest. The concept is that they’re in a cantina (separately so as not to appear conspicuous or too threatening) to locate a potential source and get some intel. Reader is bored and drinking, and she gets chatted up by a random guy. He notices that she keeps glancing at the Mandalorian in the corner, assumes he’s got competition, and claims Mandos make poor lovers. Reader vaguely thinks Din is attractive but assumes he’s kind of sexless, but she defends his honour nonetheless and invents a few stories about him to shut her would-be suitor up…

“How would you know?” you challenge. “Maybe there are loopholes. Maybe he can take it off in the dark or if his partner wears a blindfold. Maybe he’s the best damn lay in this bar, and women tell stories about his legendary talent with his tongue. Did you consider that?” With your attention now entirely on Zabrak(ish), you can’t see Mando’s reaction to your somewhat lewd suggestions, but you can imagine he’s probably shocked. The two of you banter occasionally, but you know him to be a sweet guy when he hasn’t got his gruff hunter guise on, and you bet this kind of talk makes him blush. The one time you’d mentioned anything carnal in front of him, he had awkwardly slunk off to the cockpit and hidden for a few hours. You, however, are enjoying the expression on Zabrak(ish)’s face. It’s equal parts annoyed that you’re defending his rival and worried that you might be right and he’s lost the game. Hilarious. You need to press more. Swishing the whiskey in your glass, you take a swig and raise an eyebrow. “You wondered why I was looking at him. Maybe I’ve heard rumours. A Mandalorian in silver armour, the best in the parsec at licking and dicking. Fights well, fucks well.” You risk a glance at Mando and see he has his back to you now and is with a shifty-looking guy who is speaking furtively. The informant. You’re glad he’s distracted, to be honest. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t hear what you’re saying about him. It might reveal your desires, and since you work and live with this man, you shouldn’t complicate things. Zabrak(ish) now seems torn between erupting in anger or collapsing in tears. But emboldened by your success so far and the knowledge that Mando can’t hear, you decide to weave another false scenario to illustrate to this guy why he shouldn’t make assumptions about your partner. “And even if the helmet never comes off, maybe he’s got other talents. Knows exactly how and where to use his fingers to make a woman come in seconds. Talks so deliciously dirty through the modulator that he can get her off without even touching her. Has a huge cock and knows how to use it. And by the way, the whole mysterious armoured warrior thing is seriously attractive. So sorry, pal, you’re outmatched on this one.”

I’m sure you can see where this is going!

Din has, in fact, overheard, and he later offers to prove Reader’s speculations correct one by one. First with just his voice (dirty talk ahoy!), next with his fingers, then with his tongue, and lastly with his dick.

There’s a tiny snippet here from an old WIP challenge post taken from a paragraph near the end of the dirty talk scene. Depending on whether this gets much interest (which I doubt because I’m not tagging anyone), I may post something a little spicier later, but let’s just say Din finds an innovative use for that ridge along his shoulder pauldron… 😳

[hotgirlbedtimescenarios]

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

———

“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.”

[aurorawritestoescape]

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💗

[furious-rogue-stuff]

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[pedroshotwifey]

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 🫶

[beefrobeefcal]

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

[elliespuns]

What makes me sad is that the TLOU community is receding and it's happening fast. It's like all of the people that were so 'into' it once stopped enjoying it just because it's not hype at the moment.

I bet a lot of these people will be coming back when the show releases the 2nd season... and it's just sad that most of them are going to be involved just because of the momentary rush of new ships that'll pass sooner or later anyway and not because of their appreciation of the whole concept.

This game is a fucking masterpiece in so many ways, not just for it's characters. The show too, at some point. Like my love for it is so vast I don't know what to do with it or where to put it.

Please tell me a lot of you folks are here because you're involved with your heart and not just your hormones.

[pedrospookie]

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! 💕

[ozarkthedog]

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!

[lotusbxtch]

Stripper whiskey!

Hi babe! @baronessvonglitter also asked this one, so I'm tagging her as well.

Stripper!Whiskey is going to be a one-shot. Reader is in Vegas for her best friend's bachelorette party - albeit begrudgingly, it's not really Reader's scene. Especially not the male strip shows, but it was on the bride's list of non-negotiables. Reader tags along to the cowboy-themed revue, settling in for a night of cheesy, corny, oiled men gyrating... when onto the stage pops Whiskey, the show's star performer as of late - and it's only then that Reader realizes that it's her childhood crush, "the one that got away", Jack, up there with assless chaps. And Jack hasn't forgotten Reader either.

Thanks to @mountainsandmayhem @for-a-longlongtime and @alltheirdamn for helping me to flesh out what direction I want to go with this fic! Leave me a comment if you want to be added to the tag list when I write this (who knows when that will be though lol).

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

In case you are interested: @mermaidgirl30 @joelmillerisapunk @almostfoxglove @sin-djarin @itwasntimethatdidit40 @reggiesfilthylittlesecret @strang3lov3 @luxurychristmaspudding @arcanefox207 @legendary-pink-dot @guiltyasdave @pedropeach @perotovar

[djarins-cyare]

Front Covers for Fics and WIPs + Fic Titles Ask Game

(Yes, it’s two games for the price of one, folks!)

Thank you for the tags, @burntheedges and @nerdieforpedro; your covers are so gorgeous! In fact, every single cover that’s come across my dash so far has been so well thought out and perfect for the fics – I just love getting a visual peek into how authors envision their own work! And a huuuge thank you to the amazingly talented @saradika for making these cool templates to help us share our visions for our fics 💙

Work is so busy rn, but I really wanna write and play fun games like this, so I sacrificed sleep and made most of these at like 5am 😫

Published works…

I had already made a cover for Be-All. A massive thank you to @djarin-desires for allowing me to crop and use one of her super-sexy brooding Din pics for Never Look Down. There’s a disappointing lack of Din crotch shots in the actual show, so this was perfect for the subject matter. Check out the uncropped shot and more brooding Din here!

And my upcoming fics…

I should also credit Svetlana from KamuiCosplay, who is holding Din's Amban phase-pulse rifle on the cover of TSATT. See her YouTube tutorial on how to build your own.

Meanwhile, I was also tagged by @sixhours, @burntheedges and @ishabull in a ✨ Fic Titles Ask Game ✨ (thank you all!), and since there’s a certain amount of crossover, I’m combining these games into one post.

Send me an ask with the title of one of my fics and I’ll tell you why I chose it, the song/poem/quote it’s from, the line in the fic that inspired it, and (if it’s a WIP) maybe share a snip!

Published works…

🔷 Be-All And Endor [406.6k words - Din x f!reader - slow burn love n' smut]

🔷 Never Look Down [13.2k words - Din x OFC/f!reader - angsty fluff]

🔷 Din Djarin: The Contractor [1k words - Din x gn!reader - silly imagine]

🔷 The Long Goodbye [45 words - sentimental!Din - flash fic]

And my upcoming fics…

🔷 Hush [Din x OFC/f!reader - secret relationship spice - *COMING SOON*]

🔷 Held Is The Seed [Din x f!reader - smut city]

🔷 To See A Thousand Things [Din x f!reader - angsty smut]

🔷 Aruetiise [Din x gn!reader - a helmet reveal one-shot]

🔷 Final Sanctuary [Din x OFC - smutty one-shot]

🔷 Din Djarin In Jarringly Domestic Situations [Din x OFC - space romcom]

I’m super-late to both these games, and as I was trying to decide who to tag, I noticed the same people kept being tagged in the fic covers one over and over. So I spent some time this weekend going through my list of writer mutuals and checking to see who hadn’t already been tagged and/or hadn’t posted any Canva designs yet. I’m hoping this will help the book cover design one reach beyond just the Pedro fandom, too, and even if you’re not up for participating in that, maybe the fic titles one is more your style. No pressure either way, of course 😌💙

@againstacecilia @always-andromeda @alwaysmicado @amywritesthings @auntie-venom

@avastrasposts @bitchesuntitled @burningfieldof-clover @cas-readsandwrites @chiriwritesstuff

@chronically-ghosted @classaysstuff @corazondebeskar @covetyou @davnittbraes

@desert-fern @din-cognito @djarinmuse @drewharrisonwriter @fhatbhabiee

@for-a-longlongtime @fromthedeskoftheraven @hc-geralt-23 @idungoofed @joelalorian

@lahooozaherr @moeswriting @nervoushottee @novemberrain-writes @papurgaatika

@quicksilvermad @soft-persephone @stardusthuntress @strawberri-blonde @syd-djarin

@the-mandawhor1an @tightjeansjavi @wannab-urs @whxtedreams @wrathkitty

[aurorawritestoescape]

OMIGOD the possum meme 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Please can you spare some change from Frankie’s money??

Thank you, dearest!! Happy Monday! xoxo

The meme worked cos you’re here🥰 Yay! thank you for asking, Emily😆😘 Frankie’s money is what I call part 2 of Going Down - ex!Frankie x reader, bf!Joel x reader. Reader is still dark and manipulative and I get a kick of her ‘torturing’ poor Frankie /in a gentle and sexy way😏 Here’s a snippet❤️

*****

Frankie stands behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders, his lips at your ear.

”It’s all yours,” he says softly as you both are looking at the stacks of money on the table. “If you come back to me I’ll buy you whatever you want. A car. A house. I’ll give you the life you deserve, princesa.”

You’re lost for words, seems like for the first time in your life. Frankie’s warm and slightly sweaty palms run up and down your arms, you can feel his booming heartbeat at your back. He’s nervous.

You quickly assess the situation and the answer comes easily. But you can’t just give it to him. It wouldn’t be you.

When you were together, Frankie’s weaknesses always attracted your attention. You used to store them in your purse like sharp pins so you could use them later to prick him, to make him do what you wanted. And he foolishly showed his underbelly to you —‘here, stab me, mi amor,’ so it became your second nature to demand more from him, even when he was giving you everything.

Now you turn around, pierce him with a fiery gaze and hiss,

“Are you fucking buying me, Francisco?”