#pedro pascal christmas special

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THE PIKE CHRISTMAS 🎄☃️🎁

Marcus Pike x f!reader

Summary: you and Marcus have a daughter together, co-parenting after your relationship ended but one Christmas together might change it all 🎄

Warnings: fluff, mentions of Marcus' disastrous love life, happy ending

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄🎁

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When Olivia was born, Marcus’ life had taken a completely different turn, he had always been a man who dreamed of a family, didn't work with his first wife, then he moved on through a series of relationships that never seemed to take him anywhere until he met Teresa Lisbon. He wouldn't be able to tell why he fell for her as had as he did, he wasn't dumb or clueless as some people assume, he knew she wasn't into him as much as he was into her, and even if that hurt him deep down inside, he thought eventually things would fall right back into place, if she had said yes to his invitation to ditch those pizzas after the end of their mission for pancakes, and then to start sleeping at his place, then going out on a regular basis, until he simply proposed to her in the middle of the hallway at work, it wasn't the most romantic thing he could've done, he was usually a traditional guy, wedding ring, nice dinner, maybe even a serenade and an exchange of love vows before popping the real question, but he did what he could at that moment, what the occasion allowed and thinking of it in retrospect, it was actually a good thing he didn't waste that much time, effort and money into that proposal, because well, even if Marcus Pike was overall a gentle and understanding man, he also would have appreciated if she said no instead of leading him into believing she actually wanted to marry him. It would've hurt him at the time, but just like ripping off a band-aid, it would be quick and straightforward and the pain would go away faster than it did when she cooked him up, giving him hopes for a future together.

So when Teresa broke his heart and treated him as if he was barely an acquaintance to her, he became wary. He didn't like to think of relationships and he closed himself up to any kind of flirtation and stuff like that. He was going through so many changes into his life: a new city, a new position at work, now he wasn't just agent Pike, he was the head of the art department of the FBI, he was a boss, he had more responsibility and less free time, and even if Marcus was aware of his looks and the fact both men and women found him attractive, the fact he was an intelligent man, he made good money and carried a bunch of positive adjectives that could easily get him a possible list of interested women, he chose to step away. So when he met you, he straight up ignored his feelings, the way his palms got sweaty, how pleasant your perfume was and the way his stupid heart skipped a beat whenever you displayed your gorgeous smile at him. A part of him desperately wanted to connect with you, get to know you better, ask you out on a date, and another part of himself begged him not to do it, knowing he wouldn't be able to take another harsh strike of rejection and start over again. Marcus wasn't an old man, he was getting close to middle age, and even if a part of him kept hauntingly reminding him of the fact he hadn't been able to build up a family at that age, he was also so hopeful he was still too young to give up love.

Eventually he couldn't fight his desire for you and a simple lunch between you both escalated to a series of regular dates, and whereas all of his relationships followed the same course of an organized timeline: getting to know each other, officially dating, getting engaged and finally getting married. You, on the other hand, was a complete different ride, it seemed you were going through the same path, following the same stages until you weren't anymore and you showed up at his door on a Thursday night with teary eyes and a pregnancy test in hands, just a few months after you two started dating. That was a whole new ride for him; he was not expecting to become a father even if he wanted to, it still felt too sudden, you both were having more fun than actually having a commitment together, and if he was going to be honest, he didn't actually want to jump into marriage right then, it was risky, scary and he felt it was doomed to be another failure in his love life, he was willing to step up and be a dad to the baby you both were going to have in a matter of months, but he was torn between not wanting to get married just then - as Marcus Pike wasn't opposed to marriage at all - and not wanting to be seen as the asshole who didn't marry the woman he got pregnant. It didn't matter what his colleagues, his family or friends thought of him at that matter, he just didn't want to be seen like that by you. So when you had a heartfelt conversation with him, opening up and listing the reasons why you didn't want to get married he felt a wave of relief over him. You both got to an agreement: you would co-parent your baby, Marcus would pay you child support and everyone would be happy. Even if there was still a lot of mixed feelings, words left unspoken and the prospect of a successful relationship that didn't have enough time to mature on its own, so it was better to close the agreement in being co-parents and friends, it was better than nothing.

You couldn't complain at all, even if you buried deep your feelings for Marcus, he was definitely the best guy to have a baby with, for once, he actually cared about it, he was genuinely happy to become a father even if you weren't a couple any longer, he still made sure to go to all the appointments and exams he was able to, work still got in the way of one or two but he made it to as many as he could. Marcus wouldn't miss the opportunity to get his baby girl whatever he thought she might like some day: toys, clothes, blankets, little shoes. It was a pleasure to spend on her. You still remembered the day he found out you were expecting a girl: he cried. He was never strong enough to hold back his emotions, not when you had a new ultrasound in progress and he could hear his baby's heartbeats loud and clear. And he cried again when you gave birth, he was there the whole time, holding your hand, looking almost as terrified as you were, and the moment her strong little lungs let out a loud wail, you could see the tears running down his cheek freely, warming and melting your heart, mixed up with the pang of not being with Marcus, not going home with him at the end of the day, but with the peaceful assurance you had the luck to find a great man to have a child with.

Olivia was the name picked in agreement by the two of you, but Marcus simply called her Livy, she was his Livy, his sweet tiny little Livy, and even when you asked him why he'd chosen that nickname he shrugged, not having a meaningful or strong explanation, he just liked the sound of it, it made his heart swell with love just to picture the face of that one beautiful princess who would be called his Livy Pike.

The first time you were surprised by the nickname was an odd - but very pleasant evening - you'd spent next to Marcus. He usually had the habit of letting you know when he was going to drop a visit or even call and see if he was allowed to, but that night he got to your place unannounced, looking like he'd had a rough day. He refused your offers to serve him a beer, a glass of wine or even make dinner, he simply asked you to spend some time with you and Olivia, who was still safely tucked in your womb. There was no denying his request, you nodded and lay back on the couch, while he placed his hand on your lap, his face resting against your warm, round pregnant belly and talking to his baby girl. He whispered a bunch of sweet nothings to her, in hopes she would be able to recognize his voice and know how much she was already loved by him. He caressed the sides of your stomach, while your hand went to his smooth, messy hair, playing with his growing curls, exactly the way you used to when you both were a couple, having a glimpse of what life would be like if you two had stayed together after the shock of the pregnancy turned into happiness.

What you didn't know was that Marcus wasn't just having a rough day, it had been more than that, more than just a rough week, it'd been a rough few months. Months of investigation of what was supposed to be pieces of art trafficking, it was supposed to be just about paintings, sculptures and statues being trafficked, but unfortunately, it'd been more than that. It was all a facade for a much worse operation: human trafficking. And that made Marcus so miserable and depressed, he just needed to be reminded there was still something good in the world, he needed time with you and his precious little Livy.

He glanced at your Christmas tree and realized Christmas would be in a few days. He'd been so involved in the investigation and all the tension and stress that comes with it, he had barely acknowledged the upcoming holiday. He hadn't even decorated his apartment like he usually did, he hadn't even bought himself his plane tickets to fly back to Texas and see his family. There was still so much he needed to do but the realization that was going to be the last Christmas he would spend without having a tiny baby in his arms and finally having a little someone call him ‘daddy’, made him smile.

“She'll be here, celebrating with us, next year”

•••

Olivia's first Christmas was going to be printed in Marcus’ memories forever. He didn't actually spend Christmas day with her, as he traditionally went back to his hometown to see his family, but he made sure to get everything done in advance: house decoration, presents, gift-wrapping and everything a dad should be up to on such a special date. Before his baby girl was born, he didn't see the point in decorating only for himself; of course he would set small Christmas tree ornaments and call it a decoration, but that was about it. However, after his precious Olivia came to the world to brighten his life, he felt he owed it to her all the magic he could display. So in a matter of days, Marcus had purchased a brand new Christmas tree, several ornaments and lights and seeing his baby's excited face paid off. One of Pike's favorite memories was when he left a nearly one-year-old Olivia playing with her blocks on the living room carpet for a split second, just to make sure her vegetable soup was ready and returned to find her giggling self ripping off the gift wrap of one of the presents underneath the tree. She didn't know she was supposed to wait a couple of days more, she didn't know technically that was her mama's present, what her daddy had bought you, she just got mesmerized at the bright beautiful colors and went to explore. Marcus felt like he was going to explode into a puddle of love for his daughter. He was truly blessed and forever thankful to you for having got the best present of all.

And so another couple of Christmas passed and his beautiful, lovely, princess Olivia was now a gorgeous and adorable three-year-old toddler, almost going four, which meant Marcus’ heart was often balanced between the pang of seeing his baby grow way too fast and the pride he felt of seeing her blossom into an extraordinary child.

•••

“Higher daddy, higher!” Olivia squealed with happiness and excitement as her dad lifted her up, his grip tight on her sides so she wouldn't slip as she held the angel ornament and put it on top of the tree with tiny little hands. She felt the thrill of being held up so high, because Olivia loved how strong her daddy was and how he always made her fly on his arms; she loved spending weekends at his daddy's place, even if she'd rather have her mommy with them, she still had a lot of fun. Looking around the living, where she had helped her daddy decorate everything, made her happy, she loved the lights, the tree and the little Christmas ballerinas that dance to a sad but beautiful song inside that box. Her daddy had explained to her that it was called “art” and both him and her mommy really liked it, and that art thing made them feel many different things, that was why sometimes something was so pretty that could make her cry.

But Olivia had no time to cry, she was too busy spying the gifts that began to gather around the living room. She knew some were for her, some were for mommy and some were for grandma and grandpa, but most of them were for her. Marcus pulled his daughter closer, snuggling her and feeling her heart beating fast inside her chest. He loved that tiny little princess with all his being, and sometimes such love was overwhelming, as he never really thought he could have something as good as that. He thought of you and his heart dropped a little, picturing what things would have been like if you both had gotten married once you found out about Olivia, he knew you wanted to be free, to work and finish your studies, but he was never oppose to that, if anything, he would've supported you just the same. Even if he wasn't in the right state of mind for a marriage, he still enjoyed picturing you as his wife. He would buy you a beautiful diamond ring, make sure you were happy and satisfied with the life he could provide you, but after some time, he just accepted that maybe the timing wasn't good and his chance was over. Simple as that.

As he put Olivia down and walked to the kitchen with her, he held her hand, who was excitedly waiting for her mac&cheese. His daddy wasn't as much of a good cook as her mommy was, but his mac&cheese was the best in the whole wide world. He served her some in her pink plastic plate and chuckled to see her kicking her legs absent-mindedly while waiting for dinner. Marcus sighed, you were back in his mind, imagine how many family dinners you three could have had together over these years. Of course there were plenty of times you invited Marcus over for dinner, or he did the same with you whenever you were there to pick up Olivia, but it wasn't the same and he just knew it.

“Are you excited for Christmas, baby girl?” He asked Olivia, who chewed her food eagerly, loving the taste of it, seeing her nod and smile.

“I wish we spent it together daddy, you, me and mommy” she pouted, looking like a tiny puppy, which broke Marcus’ heart. He hated that he could never spend that special time with his precious Livy and even more so that you weren't there as well. He cleared his throat and caressed her cheek, her face being tiny against the palm of his hand.

“I'd love that too, honey, but you know, you spend Christmas with mama and I go back to Texas to see grandma and grandpa” he offered her a smile “unless mama let me take you, would you like to go with dada? I bet you'd love to spend a sunny and warm Christmas playing in the pool with your cousins..”

Marcus knew better than anyone he shouldn't really hype up kids the way he just did, but he was also caught in the moment, for a moment he had a glimpse of what spending Christmas day with his daughter would be like, where she could actually visit his parents' home, see his childhood bedroom and the toys he used to play with when he was her age, he would like Olivia to be able to spend that holiday under the warm sun, in one of her gorgeous little dresses, and not in the snowy gray weather of DC. At that moment, he took a decision: he was going to talk to you about it, you had a good relationship, he was sure all it would take was a good conversation and you would let him have Olivia for the holidays, everyone would be happy at end: they would be able to spend more time together and you would have a well-deserved break from the maternity duty.

When you showed up two hours after the time you were supposed to have picked up your daughter, Marcus was aware of your delay, having read the texts you sent warning him of how things at work got complicated and later on how traffic was simply impossible, he did what he could to make your life a little easier, and that included bathing Olivia and helping her into her beautiful reindeer jammies and tucking her in. Then he prepared you a big sandwich, after all, he couldn't cook even if his life depended on it, but if there were two things he could make like a champ, was definitely his mac&cheese and his gigantic sandwiches. He immediately opened the door to you, getting lost into you. You were so beautiful, your body was mesmerizing, your smile was enough to make his heart flutter and for a moment he couldn't believe a woman as gorgeous as you could have been with him, and not only that, you could have had a baby with him. After so many rejections in life, it was still quite difficult for him to believe that was even possible. The way you looked at him, with your eyes sparkling, the same sweet innocence your daughter carried and how small snowflakes were still on your hair, made him fall in love with you just a little bit harder than usual. Even if it was an impossible love to live, it didn't mean it wasn't there.

He invited you inside, which you gladly accepted, greeting him politely and taking off your coat. He guided you to the kitchen, where he'd prepared you something to warm up - hot chocolate - and a big sandwich, sitting next to you, and loving every single minute where he could simply look at your beautiful face and listen to your voice, as you talked about your day, that way, it would be easier for him to daydream you were just a married couple spending some quality time together after a busy day.

•••

“... so all I'm saying is that I could bring Olivia back and then you both could-”

“No”

“But my mom would love to have her over with us for the holidays an-”

“Marcus I said no”

You sighed exhausted at that conversation, you knew something was up the moment you set foot into your ex’s apartment, you thought maybe he was happy to see you, but apparently all he wanted was to convince you to let him take your baby girl away for the holidays. You shook your head and tried wiping away those thoughts. There was no reason you should get on the defensive at that moment, Marcus had always been nothing but nice and gentle to you, he didn't want to steal Olivia away, in fact, his request was even kind of reasonable, even if you weren't going to agree with it. He had such hopeful eyes, those stupid eyes that made you fall in love with him, because you could see the truth in them, the honesty, the kindness Marcus held onto your heart, and those were the same eyes that prevented you from moving on, you would do so much for him if you could, but not that. It was the only thing you wouldn't give up.

He ran his thumb over his bottom lip - an old habit of his that usually went unknown - and shook his head, sighing in frustration. He couldn't understand why you wouldn't give in just a little, he didn't understand why you played so hard to get when it came to that. You had always agreed on everything as a couple and as parents, he didn't see the reason why you were behaving that way.

“Why not?!” He insisted and for a moment you had the impression of talking with a stubborn child. You'd already said you wouldn't agree to it, but he kept on pushing it, and even if a part of you was annoyed and started to get cranky, you had to be reasonable and remind yourself there was no reason to fight, he was just Marcus, your sweet lovely Marcus, who happened to be the best dad in the world and all he was asking was to spend Christmas next to his little girl. You buried your face into your hands, taking a deep breath and organizing your thoughts for a while before you could face him again.

“I said no because you already have your family to spend Christmas with and I don't, Marcus. If I let Olivia go with you, I'll be completely alone, not to mention the fact she's never been that far away from me before, but that's not what worries me…” you finally admitted out loud. You opened your heart to him for the first time in a very long time. After suppressing your feelings and locking them into a tiny box in the bottom of your heart, they were surfacing once more.

“All I'm saying is that, if you take Olivia, I'll be completely alone at Christmas and I don't want that, I don't want to have to invite myself over to friend's dinner parties and stuff like that, it's depressing and Christmas should be about family, so if you are already traveling and visiting yours, it's only fair I get to spend it with my daughter” you explained it to him.

“Our daughter” he interrupted you and you realized you were acting on the defensive the entire time. You felt insecure, always fearing Olivia loved her dad more than she loved you, even if it sounded madness because yes, she loved her daddy with all her ring little heart, but parenthood wasn't a competition, and even if you understood that, you also had another fear: Olivia simply getting used to distancing herself from you, and then your mind took you to several dark places, where you could only picture the worst scenarios of Marcus remarrying someone eventually, simply because he was too good of a man to remain single; and it scared you your daughter would simply choose to be around her dad and his new wife. You couldn't help suffering in anticipation over a rejection that might not even happen but still haunted it nonetheless. He placed his hand on top of yours, the familiar warmth making your heart skip a beat as he looked into your eyes.

“You could come with us, we could all travel to Texas… What do you say?” and it shattered your heart to have to say no to him once more; Marcus was so sweet but also innocent to think that could even be a possibility.

“I can't Marcus” you said and now he noticed there were some tears threatening to spill down your eyes. He was running out of options and needed to know why you were playing so hard to get, before he could inquire with you, you sighed and continued “you know that's not possible…I'd love to travel with you and Olivia, as a family, I'd love to be able to visit your family, but you know I can't, because you know how your mom feels about me, and not only that, your sisters too”

To say Marcus’ family didn't like you was an understatement. They hated you. And they didn't make any effort to hide it from you, not behind Marcus’ back at least. You didn't know if his mom got overprotective due to the heartbreaks he went through over the last couple of years, or if she was one of those obsessive moms who thought no one was good enough for her son. Either way, you could still feel the burning gaze they shot you when they laid their eyes on you since the first time you'd met. It had been on Olivia’s first birthday party and they didn't hide their thoughts on you having a child with Marcus, nor the fact they straight up assumed you were simply a gold digger who was landing a great child support from the newest head of the art department from the FBI, special agent Marcus Pike.

The man, on the other hand, wasn't clueless, he knew his mom wasn't very fond of you, but he couldn't imagine to what extent that was, he thought it was just some normal rivalry and shook his head, apologizing to you, because of course he would apologize. He was a gentleman after all, and he never wanted anyone or anything hurting you. You sighed and licked your lips, a soft blush spreading across your cheeks

“I think what I mean is that I wish we could all spend Christmas together, you, Olivia and me” you admitted “I don't want to be alone, and I don't want you to be without our daughter, I just wish we had a solution for this”

“We do, honey… I'm not traveling anymore, I'm spending Christmas with you both”

•••

When the realization that Marcus would actually spend Christmas with you and Olivia hit, you were in a mix of anxiety and excitement; on one hand, you wanted everything to be perfect, you couldn't wait to have him around and see the joy in your daughter's face. At first Marcus was supposed to come only for the Christmas lunch, but after some thinking you decided to invite him over for the Eve dinner and he could simply stay over, which he agreed immediately, thrilled to know he would get to spend that long with the two of you. Olivia couldn't contain herself, she had already made drawings to her dad, set all her favorite dolls in order so she could play with him and begged you twice to pick a Disney movie to watch, she'd never been that enthusiastic and you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited too. It was like a dream of having a complete family was coming true; both you and Olivia were looking forward to seeing him, picking up dresses to wear and welcome him home, it was thrilling to think of him, it wasn't a secret to anyone how much you really liked him, and though you had wrong timing together, sometimes it felt like things would work between the two of you, and that was what you honestly hoped for. Preparing some easy dinner, you saw how Olivia jumped off the couch the moment the doorbell rang, you barely had time to open the door and Marcus could set foot inside the house before she jumped on him. Marcus was a big man and quite handy too, so he managed to balance a large bag of gifts, a bottle of wine and a toddler in his arms.

You welcomed him inside with a smile, glad to see him, as Olivia finally got off him, running to her bedroom to find whatever drawing she wanted to show him and helping him place down the table the things he brought, you both hugged. He held you in his arms for several seconds, no words exchanged, no greetings, simply acting out the feelings you perhaps had been keeping too buried deep. He buried his face into your shoulder, taking in as much of you as he could, loving your smell and how you still seemed to fit perfectly against his body. He caressed your face and smiled, saying how good it was to see you.

Dinner was very pleasant in his company, Olivia was so excited she seemed like a puppy, which brought you and Marcus to laughter. It was nice having a nice time like that, it felt like you had a family and it was very good. Sharing a bottle of wine, you and your ex-boyfriend were sitting on the carpet, long after your daughter was asleep and safely tucked in, you both were just hanging out, having your fun and chatting about your old times together. You couldn't stop yourself from drooling over Marcus. God, he was so handsome and sweet, he was also smart and polite, which was a very dangerous combination you'd tried first-hand, hence the whole reason why you ended up pregnant. He tilted his head and laughed, making you lose yourself into him.

“... I said I can still smell you on me” he repeated himself, snapping you out of your daydreaming and making you nearly spit out your wine. He had said what?!

“What?!” The blush spreading across your cheek had a little to do with wine, the way he simply dropped those lines and placed a strand of hair behind your ear made your heart race.

“I meant from earlier, when we greeted each other and your perfume is still lingering on me… I like it” Marcus was a little drunk, you could tell it, he'd always been a cute drunk, always snuggly and willing to progress love words. You chuckled and stroked his cheek.

“I'm glad you liked it… would you believe me if I told you I am wearing it for you?” You decided to instigate him just a little, surprised and amused to feel his hand pulling you closer by the waist, his face so close to yours you could feel his faltering breathing before he finally kissed you. Sealing your lips together, you wrapped your arms around him, deepening the kiss more and more, moaning softly into his mouth, wishing and hoping that moment would last forever. His lips were just as soft as you remembered and the more you leaned against him, the more you desired Marcus. He was tall, strong, he always smelled so perfectly and all you could think of that moment was why did it take so long for the two of you to set things straight? Even if you weren't setting things straight, why did it take you guys so long to actually kiss and simply enjoy each other's touch. You couldn't actually tell, but perhaps that was a Christmas miracle. Breaking the kiss was hard, but the way Marcus’ big hand stroked your cheek, so gently as he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, was worthy. The way he whispered your name and invested in another kiss, not having enough of you. He wanted more, he didn't want to be just Olivia's dad, he wanted to be there for you too, to hold you after a long day of work, to be able to kiss and stroke you gently and make you his. He didn't need a mistletoe to kiss you over and over and even if it technically wasn't Christmas yet, that was the best gift he could've got.

“I need you” he whispered against your lips “I'm tired of hiding my feelings for you, tired of pretending I'm glad when I'm not, when all I want is Olivia and you in my life, baby girl”

You could've jumped out of happiness right there and then. Marcus wanted you, just as much as you wanted him; it wasn't just delusional to think of a future together, all you had to do was say yes to him. When you were about to kiss Marcus once more, Olivia waddled into the living room, with her special Christmas PJs and messy bed hair and jumped onto his lap.

“Hi daddy!” She yawned cutely and snuggled him, which caused the two of you to chuckle in a soft blush and put your kiss aside for a little while.

You wouldn't be able to tell exactly what time you fell asleep with your family, but when you did wake up, you were in your bed - Marcus had carried you to the bedroom as the gentleman he was, Olivia had been tucked once more between the two of you and drifted off to a sweet slumber, which didn't prevent her from waking up extremely early and squealing at the top of her little lungs in excitement once she spotted the presents Santa had left around the living room, making you chuckle, as she tugged your sleeve and took you to the tree.

“Where's daddy, mommy?” Her beautiful sparkly eyes stared into your own at the same time Marcus walked in with a tray full of fresh made pancakes. Of course the sweet, lovely Marcus Pike would wake up early and make breakfast for his family. Placing the plate down, he smiled at his daughter's excitement, as she shredded all those colorful sparkly gift wrappings. You turned to him, calling him for an embrace, as he wrapped his arms around the two of you.

“I want us to have this every year, everyday of a family waking up together, please honey” Marcus whispered against your neck, and in return, you simply kissed his lips, showing him exactly your answer, you wanted the same too.

Olivia got her toys, her plushies and her cute summer dresses, you gave Marcus new bass strings and a brand new shirt that would just look perfect on him, tightening to the right places, and in return he gifted you a golden bracelet. But in reality, what you had gifted each other was Olivia and you were both about to gift her a brand new family, one that started at Christmas and would go on for as long as there was love between you all.

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[uwingdispatch]

This post is just to share that I have three (3) pairs of holiday earrings in my shop now! And they’re on sale this weekend. The newest is Holiday Mando!

And of course holiday droids and holiday Spidey are also in stock. So festive!

More new stuff coming soon! But I hope y’all enjoy these. Shop is here. ❤️

[glitter-oracle]

this is too kinky and too good to not have a gazillion notes

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: ball fucking, ball sucking, balls, wall to wall all ball, BIV (ball in vagina), sex toys (the balldo [link to website] is real and it has haunted my dreams for 6 months - pic in this ask), there's some PIV too I guess, festive crack word count: too many and they're all balls 4.4k summary: Santa Joel fucks you with his balls. That's it.

A/N: I am NOT sorry. Not now, not ever. And, yes, I watched the instructional video on how to put it on, purely for Research Purposes. We don't talk about how long I've spent thinking about balls.

Happy Ball-idays, don't say I never got you anythin' nice. @swiftispunk, as fellow big bawl jawl enthusiast, and on the day of your 9k milestone too, this one's for you.

...

Santa Joel-y, slip your ballsack right into me, oh gee.

I've been a fuckin' good girl,

Santa Joel-y, so stuff 'em up my chimney tonight.

...

It was your first Christmas in Texas and your first Christmas in a place that felt unseasonably warm for the time of year. That's what you tell yourself every night as you strip off completely before slinking into bed, at least.

Except, this night is different.

It's Christmas Eve.

And someone is in your house. You're sure of it.

A click of a button and you're on your feet, creeping to your bedroom door to listen out for the intruder. You almost didn't hear it, too preoccupied to be on the lookout for burglars on Christmas Eve.

There's a tell tale rustle, the stomp of feet. Whoever it is, they're not even trying to be quiet. You'd respect the brazenness of it all if someone hadn't broken into your damn house. You toy with calling the cops, maybe a neighbor, but you know it'll be too late by the time anyone gets here to do anything, so you make the stupid decision to head downstairs and confront the intruder alone.

Wrapping your flimsy bath robe around yourself, you grab the nearest makeshift weapon you can find (a broken umbrella you still hadn't thrown away) and click the door open, slinking out into the hallway and down the stairs.

If he hears you before you get down the stairs, he doesn't let on. But there, right in front of your Christmas tree is the unmistakable figure of a man. A big man. He's tall, and broad, and his silhouette is wrapped in something fluffy, making it look like there's a giant teddy bear standing in your living room.

You flick the light on, startling him, making him drop a heavy bag undoubtedly filled with your things onto the floor with a heavy thud.

"Oh, shit."

A single ornament rolls out of the bag and across the floor. You both stand frozen and silent, watching it move until it knocks against your bare toes. Only when it's stopped do you drag your eyes back up to look at the man who broke into your house.

Your umbrella clatters to the floor.

"What the...?"

The man before you is dressed as Santa, hat and all.

Only this man was not as old as you would expect for someone claiming to be Santa Claus. His beard is patchy, the scruff around his chin only speckled with gray. He has lines around his eyes, crinkled divots in his skin from so many years of laughter. The red coat pulled around his form is unbelted, falling open at the middle to reveal a white vest and the soft swell of his belly.

"What the fuck are you doin' in my house?" you yell.

"Shh, quit your fuckin' hollerin'."

He takes a step toward you and you back into the wall, trying to keep your distance from the very Texan man who had broken into your house dressed as Santa on Christmas Eve.

And that's when you see behind him, to the glittering lights of your Christmas tree, and the branches covered in ornaments. Ornaments that did not belong to you. You'd bought the thing on sale at the grocery store just a week ago. When you put it up and plugged it in, grateful for the existence of pre-lit trees, you settled on the fact you wouldn't decorate it this year. Even so, it was beautiful as it was, and you enjoyed the soft glow of the lights in the evenings as you wound down after work. Now, that soft glow was accompanied by the twinkling reflections of the many ornaments hanging on it.

"Did you... did you decorate my tree?"

He looks at you like you're mad, and maybe you are. Maybe you came so hard on your vibrator upstairs that you passed out, and this is all a dream. A very vivid dream where you can smell the warm oaky scent of the man in front of you and feel the heat of him as he crowds you against the wall.

"What else do you think I've been doin'?" he says, as if it should be entirely obvious that he's been here decorating your tree all along.

"I don't know, maybe stealing my shit?"

He, once again, looks at you like you're stupid and gestures to his suit, red and velvety, draped around his body. It looks good on him, and does nothing to help the thick syrupy feeling still coursing through your veins. Having a man like him break into your house felt like one of lifes great injustices, but having him break in when you were mid-jerk off was purely inhumane. Other than point to the door and tell him to get out, there was nothing you could do but gape at him and hope he didn't notice you curl your toes as he looked at you.

He takes a step closer, heavy boot falling with a thud in front of you, and shrugs. "If you don't want it, I'll take it back."

Up this close, the smell of him goes straight to your head, your body seemingly ready and rearing to go at the slightest hint of something masculine in your presence. Your tongue suddenly feels too big and clumsy so, not trusting a single word that would come out of your mouth, you shake your head. You would actually, really, very much like the decorations to stay and the man who put them there.

Texas always felt hot to you, but something about this room was now super heating. You're keenly aware of the stickiness pooling between your thighs, and even more aware of the visible sheen of sweat on your head and the warmth in your cheeks. If he looked closely, he'd even be able to see glistening on your fingers, making you look glitter coated in the twinkle of the Christmas lights. You shift, trying to mask the buzzing in your veins at his eyes as they drag down your body.

You hadn't noticed the silky tie of your robe slowly loosen as you wiggled and fidgeted. You were too warm to notice when the fabric parted, gaping over your chest and giving him a perfect view of your tits. You were too busy staring into his deep brown eyes to notice him raise his hand.

You did, however, feel the moment his finger stroked a slow trail down the swell of your breast, puckering your nipple and making a shudder run through your spine.

"You're all unwrapped, darlin'," he whispers, just as you remember to breathe again. "S'gettin' a bit warm in here, huh?"

He absentmindedly discards his hat as his finger traces down your body, flicking the light back off behind you once his hat hits the floor. You know where he, and this, is heading, and you're not keen to stop it any time soon.

When his fingers stroke across your mound, you gasp. Your vibrator had made you sensitive, but you'd never had chance to finish the job, and now here he was threatening you with a good time. He cups you, completely engulfing your pussy in his broad hand, and slides it between your legs.

By now it's no secret you're already wet, your upper thighs already sticky with it. His fingers slide through with ease, the quirk of his eyebrow visible now his hat has been thrown to the side.

"Here I was thinkin' you were on the nice list. But this little thing right here tells me you're naughty as they come, darlin'. What you been doin' to yourself all alone up there in the dark?"

You're staring at him opened mouthed as he works is thick fingers over you, dragging slick over your already sensitive clit. You'd been moments away from coming when the noise from downstairs pulled you out of it, and now here he was working you back up and quickly.

"It's my house," you stutter. "Can do what I want." And right now you want to collapse into a heap on the floor with his fingers between your legs.

"That you can. You wanna go back up there and finish yourself off?"

Logically, you know your pre-orgasm desperation is clouding your judgement, that you should take him up on his offer to leave and put a stop to this, but there's something too enticing about him. You don't want to stop.

"Or do you maybe want a hand with your... Little problem?"

"Yeah," you're nodding, eyes so heavy now you want them to snap shut, but you can't resist looking at him in the glow of your Christmas lights. Red really suits him, and you swear you can see his cheeks get rosy in the dim lighting.

"S'good. Got some little problems here myself. But, seein' as you're already halfway there, seems only fair to get me to your level before we start anythin', don't you think?"

Biting your lip, you nod, taking a step closer to him. Tentatively, you reach out a hand and caress the front of his pants. They feel velvety soft, and you have no fucking clue how he doesn't look as sweaty as you feel.

"That's right. You feel that?"

You feel something grow beneath your palm. Big, thick, and heavy. You look down in stunned silence, seeing only the odd shadows cast by the Christmas tree lights sparkling over the front of his pants.

"Get on your knees and close your eyes."

You obey, wanting very much to stay on the nice list now that you know exactly what you want for Christmas. His belt jingles as he undoes the buckle, pulling it from his waist and discarding it on top of his bag. He can't resist giving his dick a quick squeeze over the fabric of his pants at the sight of your bare chest heaving in the twinkling light, before unzipping them and letting them fall down to his ankles. The fabric is so loose he can step out of them, easily tugging his booted feet from the legs.

It doesn't go unnoticed that you spend the entire time eyes closed, listening attentively, and gently rocking your hips, discreetly humping the air in a desperate attempt to find any kind of relief.

"Tsk, got an impatient one on our hands."

The same hand he'd been stroking your pussy with wraps around his cock, slowly dragging his sticky fingers up and down his rapidly hardening length. He wishes he'd told you to strip, or left the light on so he could see you more clearly, but something about your skin under the sparkling lights and the shadows cast between your legs is making him harder more quickly than ever. When his dick twitches in his hand at your deep sigh, he finally stops staring and speaks.

"Open your eyes."

You snap them open, eager to see what he has for you, and your eyes immediately turn the size of dinner plates.

His cock gorgeous, and even in the grip of his large hand it looks big. He's long, thick with a slight upward curve and a smattering of salt and pepper hair at the base. You're fairly certain he trims it, keeping it well groomed and flush to his skin, making his cock appear even larger as it juts out infront of him.

But, despite the gloriousness of this mans cock, what you can't get over are his balls. They're heavy, and full, and getting tighter and tighter as his cock hardens under your gaze. You flick your eyes up to his face and he has a knowing smirk pulling at his lips.

"Fuck," you say as you look back down at it, at them, and let out a shaky breath.

His whole body shakes with a laugh, jingling his bells, as you take in his length. Hand never leaving his cock, his gentle strokes become firmer, and he's guiding the tip toward your face a moment later.

"What should I call you?" you ask, realizing you don't even know his name yet, just as his tip touches to your lips. Exhilarating as it was to fuck a man who had broke into your house, you still wanted to know his name, and not even to press charges - you wanted to know what to scream when you came.

"Santa works just fine."

Pulling back, you scoff, "You want me to call you Santa Claus?"

"Fuck no! Do I look like a Claus to you? S'Joel."

"Santa Joel?"

"Fuck yeah darlin', now open up."

You stick out your tongue, waiting for his cock to slide along the spit slicked muscle. He drags his tip across it, letting you lick at his head before you capture his cock in your mouth, sucking it in and flicking your tongue lightly on his frenulum. The salty sweet taste of him makes you crave more, so you draw him further into your mouth, sliding up and down his cock as he stares down at you with an open mouth.

Dragging your hands up his bare thighs, you grab the base of his cock with one, steadying him as you suck. You tickle the other across his balls, looking up at him as he pulls in a sharp breath, before grabbing them and massaging them. His balls feel entirely smooth to the touch, and you have an irresistible urge to put them in your mouth.

Dragging your lips back from his cock, you lick broadly up the length of it again and again until you're dragging your tongue across his ballsack, slowly trailing up his cock to his tip, watching him all the while. Then you kiss his balls, humming in satisfaction as you finally press your lips to the soft skin.

The sight of you on your knees, making out with his balls is sending him stupid, and all he can do is stare down at you with a look of deep concentration on his face. If he's not careful, he's going to blow his load early, coming in your hand before he even gets to fuck you.

He watches you lightly drag your teeth over his delicate ball skin. He swears he sees your eyes flicker with something deserving of the naughty list when you hear his intake of breath, but he's too preoccupied by your tongue lathing across them to take much notice. You take it in turns with them, sucking each ball into your mouth as you slowly pump his cock in your fist, before releasing and working on the other. By the time you've had enough, his cock is dripping, smearing pre-cum over your hand as you jerk him.

Licking the drippy mess off of your hand, you look up at him, savouring the taste of his cum in your mouth.

"Please tell me you want to fuck me," you say, biting down on your swollen lips. You don't know what you'll do if he says no now, you know going back upstairs to your vibrator just won't cut it, even if you now have the fantasy of kissing Santa's balls to get off to.

"You kiddin' me, darlin'? Get up here."

Relief and desperation wash through you, and you climb off your aching knees, letting your robe fall from your arms.

"Couch?" you say, keeping a firm grip on his cock as you stroke up his chest. He pulls you toward him, holding the back of your neck as he kisses you, tasting his cum and balls on your tongue. His lips are impossibly soft, just like his balls, a stark contrast to the scratch of his beard.

Moving to the couch, you bend over, wiggling your bare ass for him. He chuckles, stepping closer to you and marvelling at the lights dancing over your jiggling backside. He shucks off his own coat now, leaving him in just his vest and boots, and hones in on the peek of your pussy from between your legs.

Sliding his length up and down your slit he groans, gripping your hip in his massive hand just as he notches at your entrance.

"Well, shit, that's nice," he says, sliding his tip into you.

You're inclined to agree - it had been a long time since anyone other than yourself had fucked you, and the red hot feeling of his hard cock in you felt better than you remembered. He rocks his hips a little, drenching his cock in you bit by bit until he's fully sheathed inside your eager pussy. The solid beat of your heart throbs through your veins and straight to your core, making you clench around him as he begins to fuck you.

"You're gonna yank my dick clean off if you keep that up."

"Can't help it," you moan, "Feels so good." You let your eyes close, succumbing to the slow, steady, pleasure building in you.

Snapping his hips more firmly, he bottoms out in you over and over, pushing deep inside you with each thrust. You can feel his wet balls slap against you, rhythmically whacking into your clit, but it's not enough. You're so desperate to come you lick your fingers and reach between your legs, swiping your digits over your clit. His balls instead slap against your fingers and you can't resist trying to stroke them again.

The noises you're making are going straight to Joel's dick, and he knows he's going to blow his snowy load way before he's ready if you don't stop, so he pulls away from you. You protest as his cock slides out of you, leaving you empty and still desperate to come.

"Got a present for you, darlin'," he pants from behind you.

"The ornaments?"

"Yeah. Got some real pretty baubles for you, darlin'. You'll like 'em. I promise."

He goes to his bag, long forgotten on the floor, and bends over it. You watch his soft ass and the swing of his dick and balls as he rummages around inside the sack, pulling out two things before standing up. When he doesn't immediately turn back around, clearly playing with his own cock, you start to worry that you're not satisfying him. But then he rounds on you and you see his cock and balls glisten wetly in the twinkling Christmas lights just as he throws a bottle at you. Lube.

Catching him opening another box, you gasp and draw your hand to your chest in mock shock.

"Is that not my present to open?" you say coyly, now trickling lube over your own pussy. You don't need it, but whatever he has in mind clearly calls for it.

"Good things come to those who wait, darlin'."

"I'm still waiting for the coming part."

He shoots you a admonishing look and you raise your hands in surrender, before snaking one back down to keep rubbing at your clit. You're about to go mad if you don't come soon, your clit is so sensitive, a firm nub between your legs now, and your pussy so puffy from so much stimulation. It's a wonder you have any blood left in your brain at all.

The object in the box is revealed, and you can do nothing but gape at it as Santa Joel proudly holds it up with a hand on his hip.

It looks like a torpedo cockring hybrid, and you have no fucking clue what it is.

"Get yourself comfy, gotta strap myself in."

Laying back on your couch - for all its flaws, an armless couch certainly had its benefits - you spread your legs and watch him with curiousity. You still can't work out what it is.

"What is -"

And then he stretches the silicone underneath his balls, pushing each ball into the cage with his thumbs before letting go. Oh.

Oh. "Oh."

You sit in stunned silence. He's turned his balls into a dick or, more accurately, a dildo. With the length of it and the girth of his balls, you can only imagine what it's going to feel like.

"If you don't fuck me with that in the next two seconds I'm gonna scream."

With the contraption strapped around his balls, pulling them down and taught, crouches over you, pushing your legs back so your pussy is pointing skyward like a sloppy wet landing pad for his balls.

He dunks the tip of the dildo into your pussy. It's cold and unfamiliar, not like the velvety warmth of his dick that stands straight ahead of you, taunting you with its glistening tip. If you could fold yourself in a pretzel you would, just to suck the head of his cock back into your mouth.

He pushes down, squatting over you with bare legs, sheathing the entire dildo into you. Another push and you feel the swell of his balls as they pop past your entrance and nestle themselves inside of you.

You gasp. The feeling is wholly unfamiliar, but still you feel yourself soaking him, slicking up his balls as they sit in your pussy.

"That hurtin'?"

"No. No, it's just I- I've never had someone's balls in me before."

"A first ball fuckin' for this little pussy," he says affectionately, stroking a thumb over your lips as they wrap themselves around his balls. His cock is protruding out of you now, like you're wearing a life like strap, and you really wish you could reach to taste where his tip threatens to drip onto you. Suddenly you understand the boys back in highschool and their failed attempts to suck their own dicks.

"They feel so big inside," you moan as he begins to gently shift above you. He pops out of you once, and pushes back in, and you throw your head back onto the soft sofa woth a moan. You have never felt anything like this. "Joel, please don't stop. Please keep fucking me with your balls."

"You got it darlin'," his voice is soft, in awe of you as you take his balls and the toy deep inside you. You feel incredible, and the wet slip of your walls on his ball skin shoots straight down his dick, and for a moment he thinks he's accidentally came too early. A quick look from your face, contorting with the fullness in your pussy, down to where his dick sticks outward, tells him otherwise. Thank fuck. He knows he has to get you off quickly. You were soaking his dick not too long ago, and before that his fingers, and before that your own sheets upstairs. You were ready, and he was nothing if not a giving man.

His thumb finds your clit, slippery from lube and your own slick, and he circles it, applying a firm pressure as he moves.

"Oh my god, that's it," you plead, opening your eyes to look at where he plays with you, balls still sunk deep.

You spur him on, rocking your hips as much as you can with your legs back, fucking yourself on his balls as he strokes your clit. You feel your pussy tense, little spasms warning you of what's to come, and you hold on tight to your own legs.

"That's it darlin'. Come on my balls. Squeeze 'em."

"F-fuuuck."

The swipe of his thumb sends you over, and you come hard on his balls with your head back and eyes squeezed shut. Your legs shake and you know he can feel how you twitch and spasm around his balls, drenching them as he dunks them in you, shallowly thrusting them as you tighten and grip him hard.

He's holding your legs back for you, looking you in the eye as he bends forward over your limp body when you open your eyes. The feral look on his face tells you he hasn't come yet, and you're desperate to see when he does.

"You been so nice I'm gonna give you an extra present. You ready?"

"Please Santa Joel, I've been so good this year," you say with a soft smirk.

He soon wipes the smirk off your face when he fucks down into you harder, practically bouncing off your ass as he slots his swollen balls into your pussy. They feel so big and heavy inside you, and even strapped down and pulled tight by the toy, you feel his balls tighten and try to draw up closer to his cock as he gets closer to coming.

"Come on me. Please. Come on me," you beg, staring between his cock and his face. Pre-cum had been steadily dripping onto you, splattering your belly, but you were hungry for more.

His fingers grip around his flushed head, stroking easily over the slicked surface. Pushing his balls deep, he bounces gently, loving the feel of his sensitive ball skin inside of your soaked hole.

"Here it comes, darlin'. Oh shit."

"Yeah, come on me. Come all over me Joel."

"Shit. Fuck."

You watch his slit as it seems to wink at you before ropes of come spurt out of the tip, shooting across your chest and neck, spattering your face and even your hair with his cum.

"Yes, yes, thank you," your eyes have snapped shut. You can feel the warm trickle of cum by your eyebrow, and you're not keen to feel the sting of semen in your eye.

For a little while he looks at you, fucked out by his balls and laying boneless on your couch. With a soft pop he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty without his balls in you. Your legs flop down and you listen to his deep breaths.

"Nothin' like a ballgasm," he pants.

Nothing like being ballfucked, you think, but the words are heavy in your mouth and you do nothing but moan, mumbling some nonsense.

"Mm... balls. They... mm. Yeah. Good."

"Too fucked out, huh?" he laughs, before swiping the cum from near your eye. "Make a Christmas wish," and he slips the finger into your waiting mouth.

He slides his finger from your mouth and you murmur a thank you as you make your wish, sighing and letting yourself relax completely for a moment.

When you tentatively open your eyes, wary of any errant drops of cum, he's gone, disappeared as soon as he'd arrived. You didn't hear the door, the window, anything. You certainly didn't hear him get dressed.

Feeling stupid, and like maybe it was all just a dream, you rush to the window. You don't expect to see anything, the man feeling too magical to have been real. But, there he is, walking down the street bare assed, his pants slung over his shoulder and his balls still swinging strapped into the toy.

No, you don't think you'll be forgetting your first Christmas in Texas any time soon at all.

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[yourmomsawh0r3]

Santa Baby

pairing: pedro pascal x f! popstar girlfriend

The stage was bathed in warm, festive light as snowflakes made of glitter descended from the rafters. The audience buzzed with excitement, eagerly awaiting the star of the night. Y/N’s highly anticipated Christmas special was live, showcasing her new holiday album. Fans worldwide tuned in to witness her performance, and among them was her proudest supporter her boyfriend-turned-fiancé, Pedro Pascal, seated in the front row.

Y/N’s voice soared through classic carols and original songs, each note wrapping the room in holiday magic. Dressed in a red velvet gown that shimmered under the lights, she was the picture of festive elegance. Her diamond necklace sparkled with every turn, but her smile was the true showstopper. Pedro leaned forward in his seat, utterly entranced, his warm brown eyes never leaving her.

Then came the moment that would be talked about for weeks. The band struck up the jazzy, slinky notes of Santa Baby, and the audience erupted into cheers. The curtains parted to reveal Y/N in a dazzling new outfit: a fitted red velvet bodice trimmed with soft white fur, paired with thigh-high boots and a sparkling Santa hat. She strutted across the stage, microphone in hand, her playful grin promising something extraordinary.

Pedro chuckled as she made eye contact with him, her flirty energy aimed directly his way. He shook his head, already knowing she was about to steal the show.

Her sultry voice filled the air:

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me…

The crowd swayed along, their energy building with every lyric. Y/N’s performance was captivating, her charm impossible to resist. Pedro’s grin grew wider as she playfully gestured toward him during the bridge:

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

The audience roared with laughter and applause at her antics. Pedro, his face beaming with pride, clapped along, his eyes shining with admiration. But then, the atmosphere shifted as she reached the iconic line:

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing a ring…

Y/N paused dramatically, her voice trailing off as she raised her left hand. The spotlight caught it, making the enormous diamond engagement ring glitter like the North Star. Gasps and cheers erupted from the crowd, and Pedro froze, caught completely off guard. For a moment, he looked stunned, but then his face broke into the most radiant smile, his eyes glassy with emotion.

The cameras panned to him, capturing his reaction as he stood, clapping and laughing, his expression one of pure love and pride. Y/N flashed him a cheeky grin, finishing the line with a twist:

…and I don’t mean on the phone!

The theater exploded with applause. Y/N gave a playful twirl, blowing Pedro a kiss and mouthing, I love you. He returned it with a blown kiss of his own, shaking his head as if to say, You’re unbelievable.

By the time Y/N finished her set, the news had already gone viral. Social media lit up with clips of the performance, fans gushing over her flawless vocals and Pedro’s swooning reaction. Headlines blared:

“Pop Star Y/N Drops Engagement Bombshell During Christmas Special!”

“Pedro Pascal and Y/N Are Officially Engaged And It’s the Holiday Surprise We Didn’t Know We Needed!”

The next morning, Pedro sat on the couch, scrolling through endless memes of his smitten expression. Y/N curled up beside him under a cozy blanket, her engagement ring catching the morning light.

“You really couldn’t wait to tell the world, huh?” he teased, showing her a tweet comparing him to a love-struck Hallmark movie character.

“What can I say?” she replied with a smirk. “I like making a statement.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Good. I want everyone to know I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Her smile softened as she laced her fingers with his. “Merry Christmas, Pedro.”

“Merry Christmas, future Mrs. Pascal.”

That evening, as the snow continued to drift softly outside, they decided to celebrate their engagement with a romantic soak in the outdoor hot tub. The steam swirled into the crisp winter air, and the glow of the nearby fire pit illuminated the space, casting flickering shadows over the snow-covered patio.

Y/N stepped out onto the deck, wrapped in a plush robe, her cheeks rosy from the cold. Pedro was already in the tub, leaning back against the edge with his arms sprawled out, the muscles of his chest glistening from the rising steam. His dark eyes fixed on her with a heat that rivaled the bubbling water.

“Come on in, future Mrs. Pascal,” he teased, his voice low and inviting.

Y/N smirked, dropping the robe to reveal her figure in a deep red bikini that matched the festive mood of the weekend. Pedro’s breath hitched, his gaze dragging over her like she was the only thing in the world.

“You’re staring,” she said playfully as she descended into the water, the warmth enveloping her instantly.

“Can you blame me?” he replied, his voice rough as he pulled her closer the moment she settled in. “Look at you. You’re stunning.”

She slid onto his lap, her legs straddling his waist, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The contrast of the hot water and the cool winter air made her shiver slightly, but Pedro’s hands on her hips quickly warmed her up.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Pascal,” she murmured, trailing her fingers along his jawline.

Pedro chuckled, but it quickly turned into a groan when her lips brushed against his. The kiss started slow, a gentle exploration, but quickly deepened as the tension between them simmered into something hotter than the water surrounding them. His hands roamed her back, sliding lower as he held her firmly against him.

“You know,” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire, “you completely ruined me last night with that performance.”

“Good,” she whispered, biting her lip as she looked at him. “I wanted to drive you crazy.”

“Mission accomplished,” he said, his grip tightening as he kissed her again, his lips moving down to her neck, trailing over her collarbone.

“Pedro,” she breathed, her voice a mix of a plea and a tease.

He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his dark eyes blazing. “Say it again,” he murmured.

“Pedro,” she repeated, her hands framing his face as her lips brushed against his in the faintest of kisses.

“No,” he whispered, his smirk returning as his hands dipped into the water, pulling her closer. “The other thing. The thing I’ve been waiting to hear all day.”

She smiled, her heart thundering in her chest. “I love you, future husband.

Pedro’s laughter rumbled through the air before he captured her lips again, the kiss slow, sensual, and filled with the kind of love that made the world stand still. And as snowflakes melted on their heated skin, they knew this was the start of a holiday season they’d never forget.

[yeollie-plz]

12 Days Of Pedromas ‘23

Starting December 14th, I am going to be doing a post everyday until Christmas to celebrate Pedro and the holiday season!

Extra info here!

Day One: Hate sex with Costar! Pedro Pascal

Day Two: Virgin! Reader x dbf! Joel Miller

Day Three: 3some with Frankie Morales and a special guest

Day Four: Phone sex with Pedro Pascal

Day Five: Wedding night and breeding kink with Joel Miller

Day Six: Cockwarming with Din Djarin

Day Seven: Pool Sex with Exhibitionist! Agent Whiskey

Day Eight: Lactation Kink! Joel Miller

Day Nine: Stripper! Reader x Javier Pena

Day Ten: Pegging with Oberyn Martell

Day Eleven: One night stand with Frankie Morales

Day Twelve: Rough sex with Din Djarin

Make sure to keep an eye out for all the posts and enjoy reading! 😉

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[softpascalito]

Snowy Surprise - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Joel takes advantage of your lunch break on patrol for ... other activities. Afterwards, a promise he made about christmas decorations comes back to haunt him.

Relationships: Joel Miller x F!Reader WC: 2200 Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Jackson!Era, Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Established Relationship, Vaginal Fingering, Female Reader, Neck Kissing, Dirty Talk, Semi-Public Sex, Christmas Tree, Snow Read on AO3 full advent calendar (updated daily)

notes: hello loves! i really wanted to do something special for christmas time this year and i had so much fun with kinktober that i decided to make a little pedro pascal advent calender! this also doubles as a piece for stephs (@toomanystoriessolittletime) winter writing challenge for this week! check it out here ♥

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“God, I hope they're serving some warm food tonight,” you mutter, your body slowly moving up and down as you steer your horse up the hill and through a small trickle, the water glistening with the thin sheet of ice that is decorating its top. It crunches under the hooves of the animal as you make your way past the abandoned houses, the caved in roofs and trees heavy with fresh snow.

The ice crunches again, this time behind you, and it's the only indication that you're not alone. He stays quiet.

“The soup we had last week- what was it? Pumpkin?” You ask absent-mindedly. “That was delicious. And hot. Burned my tongue. But it was worth it.”

He still doesn't say anything. Not that it's unusual. It's why you're such a good fit. You’re complementary in that way. You talk, he listens. He pretends to be annoyed, you know he secretly likes the way your thoughts fly out of your mouth, practically unfiltered in his presence.

You let your horse fall back slightly until he catches up with you, the two of you riding side by side. “Joel?”

He turns his head at that, soft brown eyes landing on yours as he seems to be snapped out of thought, “Hm?”

“Were you listening to what I said?”

A small grumble escapes his throat, a dark eyebrow moving up ever so slightly. You roll your eyes at him, deciding to just drop it, “Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway.”

He lets a few moments of silence pass until you reach the small lookout and demount your horses, tying them to a small fence post in front of the building. When he passes you on his way inside, there's a small smirk on his face.

“It wasn't pumpkin. It was carrot.”

He does listen.

Joel signs the patrol book while you busy yourself with the binoculars. The snow is almost blinding, the past week having brought more of it than you're used to, even in Jackson.

It's the favorite topic at night in the tipsy bison, with people complaining about the cold, about pipes bursting and about paths needing to be cleared every few hours. But above all the complaints is the knowledge that the vast amount of snow also has its upsides, keeping infected unable to move as fast and raiders from entering the valley at all.

That, and the children have taken to sledding down the small slopes in the town center, filling the air of the community with genuine laughter and happiness that more than makes up for the hardships the winter brings.

“Coast looks clear,” you mumble into his direction and Joel gives a small nod of approval as he finishes scribbling what is no doubt another joke at Tommys expense into the large book.

As you place the lens caps back onto the worn-out binoculars, two strong hands are placed on each side of your hips, Joel's body gently pressing into yours as he hums into your ear.

“Are we on time?” 

You sigh dramatically but do check the small watch you carry in your backpack, finding that you've made good time on your way to the outlook, “We've got time for a small lunch break.”

But Joel doesn't let go, his arms only tightening their grip as he brings his lips to your cheek and you feel his teeth graze over your skin.

“Lunch break. For lunch,” you try weakly but he's having none of it. Joel's gloves come off with a swift motion and he drops them to the ground, his arms sneaking around you and pressing you into him with a little more force. His fingers don't quite extend to your most intimate areas yet, instead just teasing around them, his touch a little more forceful than usual to make sure you can feel it through your thick winter jacket.

“I think I have a better idea,” he mutters into your ear and you nod, pressing your body back against his as you give in.

It's not fair. The way that your brain practically goes silent the moment you're in his arms. It's like a storm raging outside and falling quiet the moment you shut the door. You wonder if he knows a secret pressure point on your body that noone else has ever found, one that eases your worries, that slows down the thoughts in your head that usually rush past at what feels like lightspeed. There's always something to worry about, something to consider, something to feel.

When you're with Joel, you only feel him.

He knows this. And he recognizes every time, without failure, the moment when your brain falls quiet, just by the way you push back into him, a soft gasp on your lips.

“Joel- it's too cold- '' you mumble. There's no heating around you, making the logistics of what he undoubtedly has in mind more than difficult.

“It's okay. I got you,” Joel whispers back. His hand is still warm from the thick gloves he always wears on patrol and he doesnt open a single button of your clothing, instead opting to flatten his hand and slide it into your pants.

His fingers barely fit into the front of your jeans and it causes them to press down on your skin immediately, drawing a whimper from your lips. He shushes you gently, curling his hand to reach further and a moment later, his index finger is inside of you, the calloused skin brushing against your inner walls.

“Fuck, Joel, please-” You practically beg, a familiar heat already burning in your core as you push yourself into the palm of his hand, squirming with the way his hand aligns so perfectly with your front.

Maybe it's because of the cold or because he knows that you're still on a schedule but he doesn't make you wait as long as he usually does, slowly beginning to move his finger in and out of you. You can feel your own wetness staining the inside of your panties as it runs down his fingers and your own hands begin to wander, one clutching onto his arm while you sneak the other around yourself, brushing over the outline of Joel's hard cock behind you.

He hisses under his breath, feeling the touch even through the thick fabric of his jeans and a second finger enters you almost automatically.

“This is about you, darlin’,” he mutters, pressing himself against you a little harder and using his unoccupied hand to grab your wrist, “You just be good for me and stay still.” 

So he doesn't want to go all the way, probably a smart choice in the current weather. Any disappointment you feel is quickly washed away however as you feel Joel's fingers curl inside of you, brushing over the spot that makes your knees weak.

You have no idea how he's able to finger you this well in the current position, restricted by the cold and all the layers of clothing between you. The small room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and you can feel the warmth of Joel's breath in your neck as he uses his nose to push aside the scarf that's wrapped around your throat and nips at your skin.

His other hand, still wrapped around your wrist, comes to your front, still restricting your arm while also holding you up.

“Come on, let me hear you, baby,” he mutters under his breath. “Noone around to tell us off. Just you and me.”

And again, your brain doesn't protest. You don't think about the dangers of being too loud, of humans or infected being attracted by the sound, of anything really. Your body and your brain seem to agree. You're safe with him.

So you let the noises flow from your lips, whimpering and moaning, mixing Joels name with a string of curse words when his thumb begins rubbing over your clit.

“Fuck, Joel, please, please, please let me come, Joel-” You break off into another fit of unintelligible words and Joel hums behind you, rubbing his nose against your ear. You can practically hear the grin on his face, “Go on, darlin’.”

It only takes a few more thrusts of his fingers inside of you until you're falling apart in his arms, your body jerking as the pleasure of your orgasm shoots through you.

Joel's arms stay tightly wrapped around you and he gives a few more gentle, shallow curls of his fingers, letting you fully ride out your orgasm, before he withdraws his hands from your jeans, leaving your underwear a mess.

“There we go. That's my girl,” he mumbles into your ear as he turns you around carefully and tugs on your jacket a bit, making sure that you're properly protected against the cold. It's endearing how much attention he pays to your shirt being tucked in correctly and your zipper being drawn. He holds you for a while longer, placing gentle kisses on the skin that he still can reach until he's sure you're good to go. You catch a glimpse of him licking the taste of you off his fingers before putting his gloves back on.

Your legs are still wobbly when you head back to your horses a few minutes later and you nod towards the woods, “I'm gonna go pee real quick.”

You're not sure why you blush now when you've literally just had Joel's hand knuckle-deep inside of you but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he almost enjoys it, a small smirk playing around his lips, “You do that.”

Ever the gentleman, Joel waits with Old Beardy and Japan while you stalk through the snow for a few more meters until you find a spot that looks like it'll work well-enough as a makeshift toilet. It takes a moment to undress with all the layers you're wearing and you curse as you pull your panties down to find them stained with your own juices, the sticky liquid smeared throughout the cotton fabric.

Meanwhile Joel's hand is scratching the soft neck of his horse when he hears a small yell. In an instant, he has his revolver drawn and is hurrying into the direction you disappeared into mere minutes ago.

He can feel his heart pounding in his chest as his boots sink into the snow with every step, his muscles ready to strike out at whatever danger is lurking behind the trees.

And then, suddenly, there you are. Standing in front of a pine tree that's only a little taller than him, your hand caressing the needles wet with snow.

Joel takes a breath, his gaze flying over the surroundings once more before he lets out a small sigh and lowers his gun, “What's going on?”

Your eyes, round and gentle, wander between the tree and him, lips pursed, like you know his reply to a question you haven't even asked yet.

“I know it's not the most practical option but-” You mumble and you can see the gears turning in Joel's head before he pinches his nose, closing his eyes for a moment, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

It's been a few weeks since you sprung the idea on him while cuddling one night, mentioning that you hadn't had a Christmas tree for years and that with the woods around Jackson so full of pines, it would be a waste to not get one. Joel didn't care much for it but he was so content in that moment with you in his arms that he gave in, agreeing that a little bit of decorating wouldn't hurt. And it seems like precisely that promise is now back to haunt him.

Your hand leaves the pine and instead you reach for Joel, tugging on his jacket a little, “Come on. We have some rope, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we do have some rope,” he almost grunts, still keeping his eyes closed. When he opens them again, the brown in his eyes matches the trees around you and you're close enough to see the snow reflected in them.

“How bad do you want this?” He asks, honestly. He's straightforward, as always, so you decide to be as well.

“I really want it. It's perfect, it has the right size and we can keep it outside until I have finished the decorations and-”

Joel raises his hand a little, effectively cutting you off. He's heard enough.

“Okay.”

It's late when you get back to Jackson, riding through the wooden gate on your horses, the freshly cut pine tree tied to a makeshift sled behind you.

“I can't believe you talked me into this.”

Joel had offered a few more grunts and complaints about picking a tree so far away from Jackson when there were more than enough close to the perimeter. But then you had leaned over to him, just as he finished tying the tree down with a few sturdy knots.

“Maybe I can make it up to you by using this for something else, later.”

He smirked on the ride back, only stopping when you reached the small road that led down to the town and putting on his usual, gruff demeanor.

It barely lasts until you reach your doorstep.

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[wwinterwitch]

buy me presents — joel miller

summary: you and your ex situationship reunite at a christmas party

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

word count: 3.1K

tags: age gap (mid 40s and mid 20s), no outbreak, you fell hard and didn't know he fell harder bc he's an idiot!, miscommunication, angst, awkward reunion, everything gets fixed at the end tho don't worry, tommy is featured

note: i've been listening to fruitcake non-stop and i had this little idea that turned into an entire fic. it was kinda shitty at first but i decided to give it a try anyway

reblog or comment if you enjoy please!

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You always thought that going after older guys meant having absolutely no problems when it came to maturity and commitment. Guys your age are so good at playing games, keeping you guessing, too afraid to make it official.

So, evidently, when you met Joel at his workshop you were over the moon. He was charming, incredibly handsome and single. You still remember his attractive smile and the way he'd lean way too close to you, offering to fix the piece of furniture that you showed up with that day in exchange for a nice dinner and your phone number.

Everything looked good in the beginning. He was a true gentleman, so sincere and attentive, and you were foolish enough to believe he actually considered you special enough to pursue a relationship with you.

In your defense, he really tricked you. Showing you pictures of his daughter, taking you out on countless dates, interested to know as much of you as possible, texting non-stop...it was like a dream come true. After many terrible relationships with pathetic and insecure little boys, you found a wonderful man willing to give you exactly what you were craving.

But then everything changed after seeing each other for almost four months. Because he'd always get super defensive whenever you asked him why you always had to meet at your apartment and never at his house. Or why he refused to introduce you to his family. Or why he kept introducing you to people that happened to see the two of you together as 'a friend of his'.

Tired of this uncertainty, you decided to confront him. It was a very messy conversation. You asked what you were, he said he didn't know. You asked if he had any intentions of asking you to officially be his girlfriend, he said he probably wouldn't. You cried, he didn't know what to do about it.

You kicked him out of your apartment that day and that was the last time you ever heard of him. No texts, no calls, no one waiting outside your apartment or showing up at your work with a well-deserved apology.

Were you just stupid for thinking he was into you the way you were into him? Did you get your hopes too high a little too soon? Was there something wrong with you? Were you overreacting?

Yes, no, whatever– you wanted someone to go all the way with you, thought it was Joel, and he turned out to be like every other guy you've met. It sucks, but you gotta move on. You've dealt with a lot of shitty men to know better than to suffer for one.

The heartbreak Joel caused soon turned into a mixture of disappointment and annoyance before it turned into nothing but an unpleasant memory. Soon enough, Joel Miller was out of your mind, and you were more than ready to jump right in into the dating world again. Maybe it was pathetic, but you still refused to lose hope that the right guy will show up in your life and change things for the better.

You kept your options open for a while, not wanting to immediately rush into something like you did with Joel. If any of these guys you're seeing want to keep you to themselves, they'll have to put that extra effort. You're just tired of always chasing after them.

A whole month went by and you never heard from Joel again, which was completely fine by you. He doesn't even cross your mind at this point. He's probably spending all his hours at his workshop, keeping his nights free for his no-commitment dates. And probably getting ready for the holiday season too.

Christmas has always been your favorite holiday. There's something about it that cheers you up like no other festivity. Maybe it's the decor, the food, the fact that it's everywhere you look...it's always been a magical time.

You also love the parties and gatherings around this time of year, so you immediately agreed to be someone's date to one of them. You met this guy a few weeks ago– three years older than you, tall, dreamy eyes and great in bed. There was no reason as to why the two of you couldn't have a good time at this little party...or so you thought.

He casually mentions who's hosting on the way there. A friend from work, he said while offering you a hand to help you out of his car. His good ol' buddy Tommy Miller.

Your smile practically drops at the mention of that name, immediately going back to that date at the bowling alley. Joel bought a large portion of nachos to share after you completely beat his ass at bowling (he totally let you win, he said), remembering the way he talked about a brother named Tommy.

But...surely this is all a coincidence. The universe couldn't possibly hate you that much, right? At one point you almost thought you were crazy for even thinking of the possibility of this friend being the brother. There has to be a million Tommy Millers out there. It's such a common name!

What are the odds of this actually happening? That you're really going to Joel Miller's brother's Christmas party? And even if you are, that doesn't guarantee that you'll see Joel there.

And why should you care? You haven't spoken in so long, he probably doesn't even think about you when he hears something that could potentially relate to you. He doesn't think about the chances of reuniting with you for longer than a second. He surely doesn't think about you at all! You should give him the same treatment.

Holding onto your date's arm, you walked inside the impeccably decorated apartment. Red and white everywhere you look, with a large table filled with various snacks, a lit fireplace that gives the room a much cozier look, and a Christmas tree standing tall on one of the corners of the living room.

Tommy Miller was at the entrance greeting the two of you and enthusiastically introducing himself to you. Nerves were starting to overtake you because shit, there's definitely some resemblance.

Still, you tried to ignore your racing mind, wanting to have a good time with this great guy who's glad to keep you close to him, introducing you to all his friends in a manner someone should introduce their date. You feel important next to him, like he's really trying to show you off. Something Joel failed to do.

Eventually, you were able to relax when you got to meet everyone at the apartment and realized Joel wasn't there. With a beer in hand and a polite smile on your face, you joined a conversation by the fireplace, talking amicably and genuinely thinking the night was safe.

That is, until you heard the doorbell.

You watched Tommy walking towards the door, immediately opening his arms wide to receive whoever just arrived. When the stranger leans forward for the hug Tommy was offering, your smile completely fades when you notice it was none other than Joel.

He walks inside the apartment and leaves his jacket hanging by the door, taking a quick look around. You immediately turn around, not wanting him to recognize you– yes, it was stupid because he'll sooner or later notice your presence, but maybe you can avoid the awkward encounter for a few more seconds.

It takes everything in you not to turn around again, putting your hand on your date's back as you lean closer to him, trying to seek any kind of comfort you possibly could. He immediately wraps his arm around your waist, inevitably making you smile. God, this guy really knows how to treat you exactly the way you want it.

Unfortunately, Joel reaches the group of people you were talking to. He starts greeting everyone until his eyes land on you, standing there completely speechless for a few seconds before a smile appears on his face.

He leans forward for a quick kiss on the cheek as a way to greet you, and you barely move away from your date to return the greeting, moving back immediately to refugee on the guy's side.

"You two know each other?" your date asks. You almost wanted to kill him.

You stay quiet, deciding to leave Joel the responsibility to answer. It's genuinely intriguing to see what he has to say.

"Uh, yeah..." he starts, clearing his throat. "I think...you took a coffee table to my workshop for a repair?"

Wow. Glad to see things haven't changed in the slightest! Of course you two just met each other for a little repair. Of-fucking-course! It's not like he woke up completely naked next to you on your bed more times than you'd like to admit out loud.

"Yes. Exactly," you faked a smile, agreeing with his statement.

That was pretty much the only thing you said to each other. After greeting everyone he quickly joined a completely different group to talk to (because it's obvious he couldn't handle being close to you for much longer). You actually appreciated that, making the task of ignoring him until you left that apartment just that much easier.

Things went downhill when your date had to go to the bathroom and you decided to get another beer from the kitchen. You didn't notice Joel following you, and by the time you did realize, he was standing in front of the exit, blocking it entirely.

"Oh, hey, workshop guy!" you greeted with fake enthusiasm, sarcasm dripping from your words.

You hear Joel sigh, and as if that didn't piss you off enough he decided to open his mouth. "Yeah, I figured you'd get upset."

"Then why did you say it?"

He raised a brow. "What, you wanted me to tell everyone– your date included, that we were seeing each other like a month ago?"

The kitchen was completely silent after that. Perhaps he had a point there, but it was impossible to deny you were still hurt by the way things ended and how poorly he treated you, so that last thing you'd ever do is admit he's right.

"I thought perhaps now that it's done, you wouldn't care about keeping it a secret anymore," you shrugged defensively.

He smiles softly, seeing right through you. "Perhaps I've just never been the type to kiss and tell."

Again, you didn't have much to say, so you just scoffed. "Whatever."

Much to your irritation, he laughs. A low, deep chuckle escapes him before he's looking at you up and down. "You look good."

"I know."

Another chuckle. "Of course you do," he sighs, the smirk on his face fading. "You always look fucking incredible."

You stand there like a complete fool, taken by surprise when you hear him say that. It sounds so...defeated? Is that even a thing? As you try to come up with an answer to that, you just look back at him with a lost expression.

"Is there a point to this conversation?" you eventually ask.

Now it's him who's looking back at you in complete silence. Unfortunately, you know him enough to know there's something in his mind and he's not telling you anything about it. He's hesitating, doubting, the engines in his brain moving faster than ever.

For a moment, you thought he'd say whatever random bullshit he can come up with in that very moment and be done with it. And you'd roll your eyes because you know that's not what he wanted to say, right before moving him away from the door so you can go back to the party.

But in a surprising turn of events, he doesn't do that. He looks at you with nothing but honesty, and you even catch the smallest glimpses of hope when he speaks. "Yeah," he answers your question. "I've missed you like crazy."

If you were speechless before, it's almost impossible to even remember how words work right now. Never in a million years would you've expected Joel Miller to confess he misses you. Not when it was you who was always trying to arrange dates. Not when it was always you the one remaining him you really liked him and him barely saying anything back.

Maybe he just needed a wake up call? Had to live that 'you don't know what you've got until it's gone' type of situation to realize how he feels?

Your heart beats faster as you process his words. He's missed you like crazy.

Still, despite feeling so fuzzy inside, you show none of it on the outside. "No," you promptly warn him. "No, no. We're not doing that."

"What?"

"That, Joel!" you exclaim, frustrated. "You can't break my heart and then say shit like that when we happen to meet by accident."

"Is it an accident?" he asks shortly after.

You chuckle sarcastically. "Oh, so is this some Christmas miracle? The festive season brought us together because of some nonsensical fate-thingy that's written up there in the stars?"

Joel looks slightly embarrassed, letting out another frustrated sigh. Before he can answer, you hear footsteps down the hall that leads to the kitchen so the two of you stay completely silent and turn around to see who it was. 

"Hey...oh," Tommy says, his initial smile fading when he notices the tension between the two of you. He quickly raises both of his hands in the air as he walks towards the fridge to grab two beers. "Don't mind me, I just wanted to grab these," he quickly explains.

When he turns back around, he immediately focuses on his brother. At first he looked very confused, like silently trying to ask him what the hell is going on, a small smirk appearing on his face just seconds later. Without another word, he quickly makes his way outside the kitchen to give the two of you much needed privacy. You could feel your cheeks heating up after witnessing that little exchange.

Focusing back on you, Joel decides to continue the conversation. "Okay, if you put it like that of course it sounds silly..." he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. "But, I don't know, I’d like to think something out there wanted us to meet again so I could make it right."

"No," you repeat. "You had a chance to make it right as soon as I kicked you out of my apartment. There was a chance to pick up your phone and give me a call or send me a text or...anything, Joel– fucking anything!"

There's a brief pause, and you're so glad to see he has nothing to say because boy, oh boy did you have things to say.

"You don't get to come back a month later and claim to miss me when you didn't even try to get me back. And you were a real piece of shit with me, by the way. You really made me think we had something special, just to treat me like it was nothing," you continue, visibly upset by the incredibly uncomfortable and difficult situation he's putting you in. "You made me feel...you made me feel like I was some stupid little girl you only wanted to get into bed with."

He looks absolutely horrified by your last statement, taking a few steps forward until he's standing right in front of you. The proximity makes it so much worse, forcing you to look down at your shoes. He gently grabs your chin to force you to look into his eyes, and for some reason you allow it. Maybe you were vulnerable, maybe you wanted to feel his touch. Maybe both.

"I promise you, that was not my intention at all," he immediately assures you in the most serious voice you've ever heard coming from him. "It was never just that. I was really falling for you."

You frowned, feeling so incredibly confused and frustrated. "Then why did you never show it?"

"Because I was dumb and I was scared," he reveals simply. It surprises you how honest he's being, how you don't have to ask more to get information out of him. "You were the first woman I started developing actual feelings for after my divorce, and at the time I thought things were moving too fast between us and...I didn't know how to handle it."

Joel can tell you're still not having none of it, so he decides to continue. "I really wanted to be with you officially, but I guess my insecurities got the best of me. I'm just an old man and you're gorgeous, and young, and...Jesus Christ, darling, you're the most amazing person I've ever met," he sighs again, hoping you'd understand what was going on in his head when he made the terrible decision of letting you go. "I didn't want to fuck it up or get my heart broken again...but I totally did fuck it up, and the worse thing is that I broke your heart in the process. I'll forever be sorry for that."

You were speechless yet again, and Joel didn't know how to take that. Are you going to say something nice or are you going to yell at him and tell him to go fuck himself? The uncertainty was eating him alive at this point.

Eventually, you speak up. "You did fuck it up," you agree. "Like, big time."

He sighs yet again, nodding. "Yes, I did. And I know I don't deserve it, but I'd like to have a second chance to prove to you just how much I care about you," he continues, not giving up this time. He couldn't live with himself if he managed to lose you twice. "To give you all that you deserve, to be there for you, to show the world how happy I am that you're my girl...I'd make it right."

Letting go of your chin, he moves his hand to the side of your face, anxiously waiting for an answer. The fact that you're not pushing him away is already a good sign, because he knows you're capable of throwing a beer bottle at him for saying what he just said.

You considered your options. There's a guy outside in the living room waiting for you. There's a bunch of other guys on your phone that'd run to your doorstep if you give them the chance. All of them have behaved better than Joel...but you can't fool yourself.

Even if you combine all of them, there's no way that everything you've shared with them can come close to what you experienced with Joel. You've never liked anyone so much before, and holy shit how badly you've missed him.

If he thought your proximity was a good sign, the soft smile that appears on your face makes him relax considerably, almost wanting to pull you in for a hug and start thanking you already.

"I guess you can take me out to dinner or something to prove you're sorry," you eventually reply, making him grin from ear to ear. You notice he's leaning even closer with the intention of kissing you, but you quickly stop him. "Don't even think about it. You'll have to earn the right to do that."

Joel silently agrees to that arrangement, immediately taking a step back from you, the smile on his face never disappearing. He doesn't care that you're not kissing him right now, not when you agreed to give him a chance. That's more than enough for him. The best Christmas gift he could've ever received.

[stylesispunk]

-> i'm carolina but you can call me just carol. 27. she/her. i'm an english teacher and I'm chilean. 🇨🇱.

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Series

I couldn't want you anymore (completed)

last christmas, last christmas part ii

the not so invisible string

I love you, it's ruining my life (completed)

you're the loss of my life | part ii

did the love affair maim you too? (Completed)

silent train (completed)

-> One Shots:

Would you kiss me under the mistletoe? (Christmas special)

A broken ankle, karma rules

waiting room

where is my love?

You're always on my mind

I've been praying, I never did before

you gave me something to lose

The other side of the door

I'll never leave, never mind.

-> joel's christmas special event 🎄🦌

-> Series:

nothing's gonna hurt you baby (on hiatus)

Eternal whispers of you (oneshot)

Shadows of the love under the laurel (oneshot)

Hands in the hair of someone named marcus | part ii

The soldier in the armour (ongoing)

[creedslove]

SPENDING CHRISTMAS WITH AGENT WHISKEY 🎄 - HEADCANONS

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

A/N: Merry Christmas, besties 🎄

after the passing of his first wife and newborn, Jack simply didn't see the point in celebrations or holidays anymore

of course he would still attend one party or another, perhaps take part in a fourth of July barbecue, hand in bags of candies to kids in Halloween, but there would be no personal engagement into the activity, no decoration to anything at all and mostly for Christmas he would spend it on his own

he attended Statesmen’s Christmas party every year, got a little drunk and flirted with some lucky chick in hopes to get laid, underneath his smile, there were always sad eyes to think of how depressing it was to go back home to nothing and no one

Whiskey would usually drink himself to sleep on the Christmas eve and on Christmas day, he would be too hangover to care about anything or anyone and avoiding social media so he didn't have to look at everyone posting beautiful pictures of their happy families during the holidays

it was truly sad and depressing and that was one of the things you thought it was the weirdest when you two began dating: you loved celebrating Christmas and Jack didn't, which was odd because he seemed to be a very festive man overall

so the first Christmas you spent together was small and humble, neither of you made a fuss, but he did enjoy having someone to share that date, he liked your decoration and the food you made and his heart melted even if it sounded silly and cliche and dumb

but it wasn't to him, it meant a lot, because it showed that old brokenhearted cowboy there was still hope for him, hope that one day he would be happy and find real sense, purpose and reason in his life, which was so precious to him, he simply showered you in kisses and did his best to make you happy during that special Christmas

so from the next Christmas you spent together on, Jack decided to move the party to his ranch, because suddenly, he saw he could make you happy by being excited and glad about stuff, dusting off all the old decoration he owned, seeing what was good and what should be thrown away, and decided to take you along to go decoration shopping with him

and unexpectedly he found great fun in it, as you made it all uplifting and he had to admit the Christmas ornaments were all very beautiful and he was excited to see what his ranch would look like once it was ready

so that man didn't spare one single dollar, he gave you free hand to go overboard and pick whatever you wanted and thought it suited his place, and you of course, went along

so when all the decor finally arrived, you and Whiskey took the day to organize everything, it was a lot of work but it definitely paid off when you saw the result

his ranch was looking incredible and all those lights were breathtaking

you loving snapping pictures and even managed to make him snap one or two with you, because it was such a gorgeous sight

on the inside, you both set up a tree and used your imagination to make it look pretty and stylish exactly the way you both liked it

and yes, there were a lot of horse ornaments and cowboy themed stuff as well

for Christmas, you decided to have it just the two of you, cooking a nice lunch together, roasting a turkey and making Jack's favorite peach pie for dessert

maybe in the future you would both like to receive people over for a Christmas party or something, but at that moment it felt right to have a private celebration

you both drank eggnog, danced to your favorite playlist and made love on the soft carpet of the living room, as the snow fell quietly and made Jack's green land, turn into a white wonder with that thin layer of ice

in the next morning, you both woke up and opened the presents under the tree, giggling like a couple of kids

he held you close against his body and you could feel his heartbeat, it soothed and relaxed you, as you felt home already and didn't want to leave at all

Jack also didn't want to see you go, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed his moment with you, daydreaming of other Christmas to come, and hoping eventually there would be a couple of kids waddling the living room along with the two of you

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[joels-darlin]

Surprises

Pairings: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, mention of alcohol, mentions of stress.

Summary: Pedro has been planning something special which is finally revealed over your weekly Friday evening ritual.

Word count: 1402

Author Note: Little piece I've been working on for a short while. Debated not posting this the ending is pretty crap but hey ho here we go. Sorry it's not great. As usual any feedback is appreciated, enjoy <3 Posted on AO3

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Since the start of your friendship with Pedro, when he wasn’t away filming of course, Friday nights had been the one stable thing in your life. This consisted of sharing a bottle of wine (sometimes 2 depending on how the week went) out on the patio with a takeaway of choice. Losing count on how many times you had frequented his guest bedroom, Pedro not wanting you to be driving under the influence. Now that your friendship had progressed into a relationship nothing had changed, that time still reserved for just the two of you - except now spent cuddled under a blanket. It wasn’t hard to believe how it happened. All the years of built up feelings spilling out over (you guessed it) a bottle of wine one cool summers evening, the start of the relationship sealed with a kiss.

You where in the midst of wrapping up work for day in the office of your now shared home, Pedro asking you to move in after some time together, beaming with excitement for your week off but also your normal Friday night plans. A quick glance at the clock showing it was 6pm and after already working well over your normal hours, it was time to log off. You sent a brief message to you colleagues wishing them pleasant weekends - but also the reminder that you where on leave next week. Making sure to also set your emails to Out of Office mode, before shutting down the computer.

It seemed strange taking a random week off in the middle of the year, you usually saved any annual leave for Christmas time so you could travel to either see his or your family - rotating every year. It was only last month that Pedro suggested it whilst sitting down one evening to dinner at home. It was the one time he had a break in filming until the end of the year, so you agreed that it would be good to spend some time together.

Grabbing your phone from the charging stand noticing the screen littered with notifications - mostly messages from family members & friends. Scrolling to the bottom the one that caught your eye was from Pedro from an hour ago, swiping the screen to open the conversation.

P 💜 Just nipped out cariño, let me know if you need anything. I popped my head in earlier but you where engrossed in work. See you soon hermosa xx

Messaging back a quick response the phone then placed in the pocket of your shorts. Deciding on a shower before Pedro returned home you padded through the house to the bathroom, not forgetting to grab a towel from the cupboard on the way.

The sun was just starting to set as you took the usual spots on the couch outside, casting a glowing orange hue across the garden. The only background noise being the ruffling of the tree leaves, caused by the light breeze in the air, and the random music playlist that was playing on the outside speakers. You sighed in contentment as he reached over to pour a large serving into the empty glasses that lay on the table. “For you mi amor” he said softly, holding out the glass, you thanked him lifting the glass to your lips for a small sip before setting it down on the table. Already feeling slightly tipsy from the bottle of wine you had consumed with dinner you made a mental note to take it slowly with this one. He settled back into the couch again, arm slung across your shoulders, you curled into his side appreciating the warmth radiating off his body in the cool evening.

The general chatter was flowing easily with you discussing how both your weeks had gone as well as sharing a few funny stories and awful jokes from Pedro’s end. It was quite the romantic setting, taking moments in between conversation to steal a few soft and slow kisses - mostly just appreciating each others company. It was nice to just switch off and forget about the stresses of everything, you hadn’t failed to miss Pedro’s brows furrowing with concern and pulling you little closer when you mentioned that you had a lot on your plate at the moment, regards to your job. Making a promise to push it to be back of your mind so you can finally enjoy a week off together.

“So…I have a surprise for you, let me go grab it quickly” he said untangling from your embrace before walking back inside the patio doors. Pedro re-appeared a few minutes later clutching 2 white envelopes, taking the seat beside you. “This one is first” He grinned handing over one of the envelopes, shooting him a mysterious look. You sort of hated but also loved surprises, he knew that, and prayed that he hadn’t of gone out of his way to spend a fortune on you again. The excuse always being “Well I like treating my girl”.

Sliding your finger under tab you carefully prised open the envelope, careful not to rip the contents, pulling out a folded sheet of white paper. Unfolding it carefully, taking a moment to read it’s contents. “Wait…P…what” you gasped, bringing a hand to cover your mouth in shock. There in back and white, the details of two flight tickets back to your home. “You where probably wondering why I asked you to take a random week off I have been planning this for awhile, I thought we could take a vacation and go visit your family…” he explained. “…It’s just you have been looking a little down recently and thought this might give you a pick me up” his free hand dropping to caress your thigh softly. “I-P-thankyou” moving your eyes from the paper to look into those soft brown orbs, tears threatening to spill from your own. He smiled softly. “That’s not the only thing…” placing the second envelope in your lap “Open this” he grinned excitement present in his voice.

Picking up the second envelope with shaking hands. Pedro obviously noticed this moving his arm to snake around your waist fingers grazing softly over some exposed skin; a calming gesture. You made quick work of the seal then unfolded the second sheet of paper, scanning it’s contents. Was this really happening? How had he managed it? Two tickets to see your favourite artist at the arena back home.

“Oh. My. God. P-What-” and that was it the flood gates opened, tear tracks staining your cheeks. “Oh sweetheart, I hope those are happy tears” he cooed pulling you into his embrace, placing a kiss on your hair. Pedro knew when the tickets released months ago you had tried and tried to get your hands on some - eager to see the artist live again. After pulling a few strings with his agent and a shift around in schedule he not only managed to bag 2 VIP tickets but also some well needed downtime - which is when the idea came into play about visiting your family. The concert being something you two would also attend whilst over there. It had all fell into place superbly. Taking a moment to compose yourself then you leaned up looking into his eyes. “But-how? I tried but-just Thankyou P, I-I don’t know what to say”“ stuttering to form any coherent sentences, instead deciding to lean over and press a soft kiss on his lips which he happily reciprocated. “Anything for you mi querida” he whispered against your lips, moving to kiss the tip of your nose softly. You pulled back to scan the papers again. “Wait-” you exclaimed eyes scanning the dates, “We-we leave tomorrow?”. He hummed and nodded in response to the question, draining the last of his wine glass and placing it on the table. “Come on querida we have some serious packing to do” Pedro grinned, standing up from the couch he extended his hand which you took intertwining both your fingers. You giggled following suit to stand a moment after, hands still laced together. “Lead the way then mi amor”. In the blink of an eye you where being pulled (gently of course) through into the house and up the stairs, the sounds of both your laughter filling the rooms as you collapsed on the bed. Absolutely no worries in the world enjoying a moment; just the two of you.

[popcornforone]

Valentines

Time for another little Drabble. This time as it’s February we have something Valentines themes for what the Pedro Pascal Characters have got up to. So I hope you enjoy this little selection of notes.

Most of these are fluffy but a couple have spicy notes to them (ahem always Dave) so read at your own discretion.

Joel Miller

Bread

We’re talking outbreak Joel. He knows you miss your mum & her baking on a weekend. So he’s spent his time & his favours on getting you some fresh bread. “You don’t want to know what I’ve given up for this” he says, but he knows it’s worth it as you sniff the fresh small loaf & he sees the look in your eyes evoking so many memories. He knows it was worth it right there. He slowly pours you a fresh cup of coffee as he watched you slice the bread open & you beam as you look at how fluffy the inside is.

Max Phillips

Red Roses

“Careful not to prick yourself” he says licking his lips as you arrange them. “Maybe I want too” you reply. You only allow him to drink from you when you are intimate on special occasions & as your undead man has actually made an effort to get you something for Valentine’s Day, you feel maybe tonight he can taste more than just your pussy when you have sex. A small drop falls from your finger & he licks his lips, his eyes dilating. “Well someone wants more than just a taste?”

Ezra

Oxygen

You’re not going to ask Ezra how he got an extra tank of oxygen for the two of you. The less you know the better. But he’s proud & offers you to fill up your reserve first. “Fill it all the way baby, I only want you gasping when we’re having fun in our pod later” he then extends his hand, your gloves gripping each other as you rest your helmets against each other. “Maybe being stuck in this moon with you wasn’t the worst thing to happen to us” you sigh.

Marcus Moreno

A card & chocolates

Marcus honestly forgot this morning that it was Valentine’s Day but he did have to rush out the house to save the world from evil marshmallow creatures who were trying to take over. When you get home a little pink heart card is sitting on top of a box of your favourite chocolates from him with a note. It says he’s sorry & you sigh & smile as you sniff the card, it smells of him. You then put on the news to see him giving a press conference about how the world is safe. That’s the only gift you really need that he is alive & okay.

Mr Ben

A new bag

He saw how sad you were when in the Christmas sales the handbag you were saving for didn’t drop in price. You clicked on it every day in January hoping it would drop in price but it didn’t. So on his way to the restaurant he’s booked for tonight he’s poped into the store & purchased it for you. “But Ben we can’t afford this” you exclaim as you open in. “Yes we can” you go to protest but he stops you “can’t I treat you just this once baby” you blush & lean across the table & give him a small kiss.”I thought you paying for dinner as enough of a treat” you smirk & raise your glass of red wine to him.

Javi Gutierrez

Diamond earrings

Javi is over the top about Valentine’s Day. Breakfast in bed, a teddy with a heart, roses, oysters & a romantic lunch which ends with him slipping two diamond earrings in your ears. He can tell you’re now a little embarrassed & you are but you know he will never change. He wants to spoil you, so why not. Especially now he’s a big Hollywood screen writer. Your loyal puppy adores you too much & is too sweet that he’s gone over the top with the romantic cliches.

Silva

A new horse

You are loving life on the ranch & now Silva is helping you to learn to ride, but his horse is stubborn.It will only accept you if Silva has the reigns. So when you wake up on Valentine’s Day & see a new grey horse outside that he is brushing, your eyes light up. “His name is Sebastian” he says as he brushes the horses mane. You grab a carrot & nuzzel against it, instantly bonding as Silva hugs you from behind.

Dave York

New handcuffs

Dave has sneaked out to see you once he’s treated Carol to her perfect valentines night. He’s now at your apartment. You’ve already 69, & you are sitting on his lap cock warming him inside you, before you get onto the rest of it. His hand is strumming your clit as you moan while holding the cuffs up. “They are technically from work so good luck wriggling out of those baby” he says before his spare hand spanks your arse & his movements get more vigorous.

[yeollie-plz]

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Here is all of my Pedro Pascal fics in one place!

All gif credits to owners!

Key: Fluff - ☁️ Angst - ☆ Smut - ☾

Special Posts:

12 Days of Pedromas '23 Masterlist

Pedro Pascal

Series:

What Would You Do To Me? | ☁️☆☾

Professor! Pedro x GN! Reader

-Part 1 | 1.2k words | ☁️☆

-Part 2 (female version) | 700 words | ☁️☾

The Lovers

Knight! Pedro x Princess! F! Reader

The Lovers: The Main Series | ☁️☆

-Part 1 | 2.4k words | ☁️☆

-Part 2 | 2k words | ☁️☆

The Lovers: The Companion Series | ☁️☆☾

-The Consummation | 2.4k words | ☁️☾

Stories:

I Wasn't Supposed To Say That! | 800 words | ☁️

Pedro x Pregnant! F! Reader ---- Requested

Moodboards:

Beach Day With Pedro | ☁️

Joel Miller

Series:

Light The Flame | ☁️☆☾

mbf! Joel Miller x F! Reader

-Part 1 | 8.2k words | ☁️☆☾

-Part 2 | 4.6k words | ☁️☆☾

Stories:

Mine | 1k words | ☁️☆

Jealous! Joel x F! Reader

Cave | 1.8k words | ☁️☆

Preoutbreak! Joel x GN! Reader

All Too Well | 2.6k words | ☆

Preoutbreak! Joel x F! Reader

Let Me Go | 1.2k words | ☁️☆

Joel x GN! Reader

Quiet | 1.2k words | ☾

Joel x F! Reader

Fix Me | 3.8k words | ☁️☆☾

Preoutbreak! Joel x F! Reader

A Very Miller Christmas | 1.8k words | ☁️

Preoutbreak! Joel x F! Reader ---- Pedrostories Secret Santa '23

Take You Back To Church | 2.1k words | ☾

Priest! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Pass The Salt, Please? | 1.8k words | ☆

No Outbreak! Older! Joel Miller x Younger! F! Reader

Promises. | 4.7k words | ☁️☆☾

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Cat and Mouse | 2.5k words | ☁️☆

Joel Miller x F! Reader ---- Pedrostories Secret Santa '24

Javier Pena

Stories:

You Told Yourself | 1.8k words | ☾

Javier x F! Reader

I Got You | 4.4k words | ☁️☆☾

Javier x Plus Size! F! Reader ---- Requested

Din Djarin

Stories:

Ever Since We Met, I Only Shoot Up With Your Perfume | 2.9k Words | ☾

Din x F! Reader

[dgct2]

Fanfic Recs

Welcome to my fanfic recommendation list. Thank you to all the amazing tumblr writers out there.

Stories below feature either Pedro Pascal or Chris Evans characters. Most stories are sm*t with something extra so if you are under 18 please DO NOT read. There are a couple that are just fluff or adventure. Please follow the warnings or legend below. A lot of stories are also multi-chapter.

UPDATED AUGUST 11TH, 2024

Legend

⭐️ = Personal Favourite

🔥 = Spicy times ( please note number for how spicy )

⚔️ = Adventure

🥺 = Angst

💗 = Fluff

📚 = Multi chapter

⭐️ Special shoutout to @wheresarizona @softlyspector @psychedelic-ink @finnsbubblegum and @blueeyesatnight who have all written my favourite stories so far.

Jack Daniels 

🔥 Afternoon Sun - psychedelic-ink - After a night of passion Jack takes care of his significant other. Soft, attentive, and so damn sexy. 

Frankie Morales 

🔥🔥🔥 Box Set - frannyzooey - Quite a few stories with Frankie. All are worth reading. 

Pero Tovar

⭐️ 📌 🔥🔥⚔️⚔️💗💗💗📚 - The Cross - blueeyesatnight - I inhaled this story in one night. It is so good! Fans of Outlander and Doctor Who will love this. While on sabbatical in China. you're asked to do research on a mysterious box with weird engravings of monsters on the outside. You're not one for monsters. The museum questions what Spanish bronze would be doing in China? You agree to do research for them. You've heard tales of two mercenaries that were there over 1,000 years ago. You follow the last known trade route, but get lost in the mountains. No big deal. The fresh air is clearing your head. You pull out the box and look at it closer. It is a puzzle box! You push the mechanism and it opens.... transporting you to the past. Where are you? Or more importantly when? The answer becomes clear as two riders approach you. A timeless adventure that is less about logic and more about love.

📌 ⭐️ NEW 🔥🔥💗💗💗📚🎄 - Stranger At My Gate - leslie lyman - Magic and Christmas. Your a food blogger who has returned home for Christmas. You need inspiration for a new book which is due soon. There is a knock at the door and inspiration arrives in the form of a man. A man who is apparently out of time.

Joel Miller

🥺💗📚 To Do The Right Thing - pedgeittopascal - Reader is part of Joel and Tess's smuggling group. She and Joel are together when she becomes pregnant. They figure out what to do because the QZ is not a life for a newborn. A beautiful story of love and sacrifice. There is also a second part to this story being written. 

⭐️ 🔥🔥🥺📚 Adjustments - softlyspector - The 1st Joel fanfic that I read so it has a special place in my heart. Jackson era. Joel and neighbour become close. Neighbour is dealing with stuff and Joel is attentive and protective because she’s part of his tribe. Soft, fluffy, and so beautifully written.

⭐️ 🔥🔥🔥💗🥺📚 September - wheresarizona - My favourite story. I’ve read it a few times. Joel and the reader Doc were building a life in Austin. They were separated on Outbreak day. 20 years later she finds him. The rest of the story is how they reconnect. 

🔥📚 Mr. Miller's Birthday Gift - jksprincess10 - DBF! Joel and reader start a secret relationship. They celebrate her birthday and then his. The relationship doesn’t stay secret for long. 

⭐️ 💗💗💗📚 Where It All Starts - finnsbubblegum - Single Dad Joel and neighbour become friends when she helps takes care of Sarah who is still a baby. Enjoy the fluffiness of this sweet story.

🔥🔥🔥🥺📚 A Future Together - kteague - Joel and Reader had a life in Austin with Sarah. Outbreak day happens. They do not get separated this time. It is now 20 years later and they are still together working as smugglers in the QZ. They are tasked with bringing Ellie to the Fireflies. Retelling of the game. 

🔥 Pistol - cosmictheo - Reader is a ward for Bill and Frank. Frank is fun dad. Bill is grumpy dad. One day Joel and Tess show up just as a storm approaches. Joel and Tess are partners nothing more. Sparks between Joel and reader. He tries to do the right thing but can’t fight that feeling.

🥺💗 Call My Name - toxic-seduction - Set in 1x06. After Joel is stabbed you and Ellie bring him to an abandoned house to take care of the wound. Joel calls out name while on death's door. It isn't yours. Later he tries to explain what happened.

📌 NEW 🥺🥺🔥🔥 Trying Not To Love You - supernaturalgirl20 - You accidentally slip that you've fallen for Joel. He gives you the cold shoulder. When you go missing on a patrol he searches for you. He admits the idea of loving you scares him. Perfect mix of heat and angst.

📌 NEW 💗💗💗🥺📚 Looking For The Light - cowgurrl - A series of stories set within Jackson era. Joel and you are smugglers bringing Ellie to the fireflies. You both have lost a child during the Outbreak. Is it worth taking the risk again? Family fic. Joel being a girl dad. Mostly fluff with a pinch of angst.

📌 NEW 🥺🥺💗💗 - Put On A Brave Face - toxic-seduction - Reader is shot while on patrol with Joel. He's sorry he wasn't more aware. She's sorry that she put him though the angst. Comfort each other in the end.

📌 NEW 🔥🔥🔥 One Thing I'm Missing - joelscruff - Retelling of TLOU from 1x08 forward. Joel and Reader become a lot closer. Ellie makes sure that they have time together. It is hot and really cute at times.

📌 🌟 NEW 🔥🔥🔥📚🥺 Five Days - morallyinept - Set during Jackson Era. It has been 30 years and reader meets Joel again. 5 Days together at an Outpost as all hell breaks loose in the world again. Can the two of you rediscover love again? I inhaled this story. It is so worth reading.

Javier Peña 

🔥🔥🔥 Carry out - soullumii - Javi and secretary are late working at the Embassy. She’s bratty towards him because she missed a date. He makes it up to her in a big way. 

⭐️ 🔥🥺📚 Infections Of Another Kind - psychadelic-ink - Set after KC. Javi is part of the TLOU verse as a former FEDRA officer. Reader is a former Firefly who is disenchanted. The two of you meet and despite your differences make a life together. What happens though when the real world comes calling again? This story is brilliant. The crossover I never knew I needed. 

⭐️ 🔥🔥🔥💗📚 Learning To Live - wheresarizona - Javi has returned to Texas after Columbia. He meets his love Cielito aka you at the supermarket. Sparks fly as you two build a life together. Simply put Javi deserves to have a happy life after all the shit he went through.

📌 NEW 🔥🔥🔥 Sin Without Limits - steviesgoldfish - Set during Los Pepes. You are Javier's other partner besides Steve. You're still new to the team. You quickly figure out that Javi is working both sides to help take down Escobar. You agree to work a heated UC mission to get the info needed to find La Quiqa.

📌 NEW 🔥🔥🔥 Let Me Love You - thetriumphantpanda - Javier Peña has been the bane of your existence since you arrived to work for the ambassador. When you find yourself at a loose end following an altercation in the street on your way home, Javier is the only person you could turn to which turns your evening into something you'd never dreamed of.

📌 NEW 🥺🥺🔥💗💗📚 Paperwork - blueeyesatnight - A series of one shots set during S2 and S3 of Narcos. Javi and the new secretary for Ambassador Noonan butt heads when she first arrives. Over time she comes to realize that he's one of the good guys.  

Marcus Pike 

🔥💗 Spring Fling - whataperfectwasteoftime - DILF! Marcus is in Washington when his estranged college age daughter Emma and you come to visit on vacation. Immediate sparks between you and Marcus. What happens though when you have to return back to Texas in a week? P.S. This writer has a lot of Marcus fanfics that are worth checking out. 

📌 NEW 🔥🔥💗💗📚 Accidental Husband - supernaturalgirl20 - I'm a diehard Jisbon fan but I also love Marcus. This is post Teresa. Marcus gets his happy ending. Reader and Marcus had a few dates but broke up. The team conspires so they have to drive to her sister's wedding together. What happens when divine intervention and tequila are added to the mix? It is a match made in heaven.

Marcus Acacius

📌 ⭐️ NEW 🔥🔥🔥🥺🥺🥺⚔️📚 Against The Wind - studioghibell - You're the daughter of the Emperor himself. You've fallen in love with his most trusted General, Marcus Acacius. Your father refuses to let the relationship continue.

📌 NEW 🔥🔥🔥 Till Death - morallyinept - Marcus has a favourite slave girl who works in the baths. With an impending battle he lets himself feel everything this time as they become lovers. He vows to return to her.

Ari Levinson

🔥🔥🔥 Don’t Get Sad, Get Even - writing-for-marvel - You catch your boyfriend cheating at a party. You decide to get even with his roommate Ari. You discover that Ari is definitely the better catch. 

🔥🔥🔥 After Hours - flordmatista - CEO!Ari and assistant go on what appears to be a business trip. Turns out Ari has other plans. P.S. All of her Ari fanfics are worth reading.

Andy Barber

🔥🔥🔥 A Butterfly will Fly - flordmatista - Dark!Andy and a ballet dancer. Slight bondage. Spicy and sweet. 

🔥🔥🔥 Discipline Me - flordmatista - DILF! Andy. You’re staying overnight. End up meeting Andy in the kitchen. He teaches you how to stay quiet while he drives you wild. 

[becauseismellgood]

Thanks for the tag @midnight-reader-morning-sleeper ♥️ It took me forever to finish this but I did it!

What’s your favorite color? blue 💙

How long have you been on Tumblr? I can’t never remember the number of years; it’s been over a decade, I know that much!

Where’s the place you’ve always wanted to travel to? England; I’ve been twice now! I still want to go back!

What’s your favorite clothing brand(s)? Whatever is comfortable and fits 🤷🏻‍♀️

What’s your favorite singer(s)/band(s)? Dan+Shay

What’s your current Lock Screen?

Merry Christmas y’all! 🎄

Most recent/current fixation? Pedro Pascal (honestly, are you surprised? 🤣)

What’s your relationship status? Perpetually single

What’s your dream job? Can I get paid to read? Just to read. I don’t want critique or edit; I just want to read my romance stories

Outside of Tumblr, favorite social app? Probably TikTok but I try not to use it too often because it is a black hole

Do you have pets? They’re not my doggos but I’ll claim them anyway

If you have pets, what kind and how many? 3 dogs, all bully breeds

Do you prefer tea or coffee? Tea, 100% because I do NOT like coffee

What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?Chocolate, specially chocolate fudge brownie from Ben & Jerry’s 😋🍫

Tagging @elizabeth-karenina @fizzyxcustard @oonajaeadira

@radtradgirlie tagged me in a random ask tag post - I'm just gonna make a new one

questions:

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav color

Pink! 🩷

: ̗̀➛ how long have u been on tumblr for

I've been here since 2012...so 12 years 😱

: ̗̀➛ wheres a place u always wanted to travel to

Ireland! (Fiance and I are still throwing around the possibility of going on honeymoon)

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav clothing brand(s)

Me! I'm a seamstress and I've made nearly half of my own wardrobe - my self-made clothes are by far my favorite and most comfortable

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav singer/band(s)

...I don't really have any, although I do have favorite composers: Palestrina, Salieri, and Vivaldi :)

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur current phone lockscreen

: ̗̀➛ most recent/current hyperfixation

Wedding planning and preparing for my future with my husband-to-be!!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur relationship status

Betrothed! We had our ceremony on the Feast of Christ the King last Sunday 😁

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur dream job

Wife and mother

: ̗̀➛ outside of tumblr, fav social app

I do actually like Facebook - it's a great way to stay in touch with people and find second hand treasures

: ̗̀➛ do u have pets

I do! A dog named Duncan and a cat named Seraphina

: ̗̀➛ if u do have pets, what kind/how many

Duncan is a goldendoodle - except he's jet black with very few curls lol

Seraphina is a black and white with pretty green eyes

: ̗̀➛ do u prefer tea or coffee

Tea

: ̗̀➛ whats ur fav ice cream flavor

Chocolate chip

: ̗̀➛ tag at least three other tumblr accounts

@cheerfullycatholic @lilaccatholic @angeltreasure and anyone else who would like to!

[sirowsky]

Christmas Special

The Correct Part 2

Yes, I know that this is six months too late, and in the wrong season, but I had to fix the monumental fuck-up of a sequel that I originally came up with. My sincerest apologies. You'll find a slightly more detailed explanation of what I'm talking about here.

Description: This is a direct continuation of Pero and Genie/Reader's story, as they spend the holidays together, trying not to tumble headfirst in love with one another, and utterly fail.

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Christmas themes, cursing, mild angst related to a family dispute, mentions of scars, vague smut but definitely for adults only, fluff, happy ending. Modern!pero, pero tovar x female reader. No use of y/n. Dual perspectives. Word Count: 8090 Link to Part 1

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   You woke up in his arms, limbs tangled through the duvet, which had somehow gotten twisted and found its way around your body even though you’d been snuggled up skin to skin with Tovar when you fell asleep.    He was still holding you, as promised, sleeping heavily behind you, and for a moment you wondered what the hell you were doing.    This was Pero Tovar. The guy the entire office shied away from, and with good reason. This was not a friendly or romantic or even socially adept person.    Except… he had tried to be with you, last night.

   He’d strayed far away from what you imagined was a very constricted comfort zone, and shared little pieces of himself with you. Small pieces that were enormous because of how little you or anyone knew about him.    He’d been calm and confident as he’d directed you on what he wanted you to do to make sure that he could keep his word, not barking orders, but not really asking either, sending you into the shower while he undressed and slipped into bed.    You’d debated with yourself over whether to put anything on before you joined him, because at that point, you hadn’t known what his intentions were.    But you’d landed on the side of ‘who gives a shit’ and walked into the bedroom without a thread to cover any part of you.    It had surprised you to see how strongly he’d reacted to that, but also how quickly he’d reigned himself in, and merely pulled back the duvet to invite you to join him. He’d then instantly shut down any thoughts you had about getting yourself sexually serviced, when he’d told you that he was simply going to hold you, nothing more.    Which had oddly enough not disappointed you.    Despite the itch between your legs, you’d been warmed to your core by his sudden intimacy, seeming to want nothing dearer than to just share closeness and trust for a night.

   And now that the night had passed in blissful comfort and increasing familiarity, you felt like there was something new between you. Something strong. Unlike every other supposedly romantic night of your life for the past several years.    You tried to twist around on your back so that you could look at him, but the duvet was also trapped underneath parts of his body, and simply wouldn’t budge, and you huffed a laugh at the ridiculousness of it.    Something thrilling passed through your body when his arms tightened in his sleep at the sound, trying to pull you closer, or perhaps just making sure you couldn’t bail on him.

   “Pero…?”

   You’d never called him by his first name before, and it somehow made you feel powerful. The same sort of proud excitement that you’d felt when you’d just gotten your driver’s license and been given the keys to your dad’s car for the first time.    It took him a second to come back to consciousness, but you felt it the moment that he stirred.

   “Hm?”

   “Good morning.”

   “Mmm… yes, it is.”

   You smiled at his rough morning voice and the obvious comfort he was in, soft and heavy with sleep, and he seemed to be able to feel your joy even though he couldn’t see your face.

   “Did I keep my promise, hermosa?”

   “Well and truly, sir.”

   A happy little hum escaped him, followed by a tiny brush of his dry lips against your neck, making you shiver.

   “Honestly Pero, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this relaxed. At least, not that I can recall.    Thank you.”

   There was a short pause, and then a whispered ‘anytime’. Another promise, but this one given with the understanding that you hadn’t made any commitments to him, and that he wasn’t gonna assume that you would.    An offer of a promise that he was willing to make, should you want him to. Which you did. That much you’d figured out about both him and yourself now.

   “I’d like that.”

   Another brush against your neck, closer this time, lingering, his lips drawing unseen patterns on your skin, stopping to press featherlight kisses here and there.

   “I like that too.”

   He hummed again, moving to the edge of your jaw, where the kisses got warmer and fuller.

   “And this?”

   A mere whisper against your cheek, but so full of anticipation that it made you feel like there was electricity in the air around you, ready to burst into a spark and set the room on fire.    When had your breathing changed from slow and even to jagged and forcefully restrained, to keep yourself from openly moaning? And how could you react that strongly to a touch that small?

   “Yes…”

   You turned your head, looking for his lips, but he teased you first, only letting his lower lip briefly make contact with yours, before pulling back a fraction with a warm smile.    Mildly annoyed, you ignored the odd angle since he was still behind you, and surged towards his face, capturing his lips to kiss him like you wanted, deep and full and heated, and he responded in kind.    Just like in that hallway, your passion seemed to unlock his own, and he eagerly followed your lead, lifting himself up so that you could shift the duvet and free yourself to roll to your back.    You let your hands explore his chest as he positioned it over yours, but still with his hips to the side, as if he was hesitant to truly commit to this, which puzzled you. Because there was no lie or mistake in the heat he gave off, the desire so clear in every touch.    And then you suddenly knew why, when your fingers danced over broken lines in his skin. Unnatural ridges and valleys, creases and dips, too smooth and yet somehow course against the unbroken parts.    He kept kissing you as long as you didn’t pull away, but slower, more careful, preparing for some sort of reaction as he felt your exploration of his imperfections.    You let your hands slip over his sides and continued to his back, where it got even worse, and you wondered if his fears now came from experiences of being rejected before, over the ugliness of such things?    Sadness overtook you at the thought. Because what if that was part of the reason why he’d become so cold? What if he’d been met with disgust or ridicule so many times that he’d just stopped believing in the kindness of other people, choosing a life of almost complete solitude instead.    Tears fell from your eyes, and you had to pull back to wipe them away, hating that he responded by increasing the distance between you, if only by a fraction.

   “Are you okay?”

   Calloused fingers rubbed soothing circles into the skin of your love-handle, but you weren’t sure if it was to soothe you or him, and your throat was too tight to be able to ask him, right then.

   “It’s not… pretty. I know. I understand if you don’t want to look.”

   Oh, god… He thought that your tears came from regret, or something? No, no, you couldn’t let him believe that, just the thought was making you angry.

   “I don’t care how it looks, Pero! I just fucking hate that people have hurt you, and I hate whoever it is that’s made you think it makes you less beautiful…”

   Your eyes were still filling with tears so quickly that you couldn’t see him, and the anger was only strong enough to keep your voice working for those couple of sentences, before it broke.    But a mere second later, you forgot all about that, when he suddenly decided to stop holding back, stop following your lead and instead show you exactly what he wanted.    He left no part of you untouched, lavishing your body with the admiration of his lips and hands, over and over, whispering sugary sweet praise over your body and your kindness, into your ear, every chance he got.    As though he truly considered every perfectly measured push into your centre as the most delectable gift he could ever receive.    That morning, there was no trace of the antisocial, taciturn brute that you’d been somewhat scared of ever since your first encounter with him.

   It had been his first week on the job, and he’d been scheduled for his first ride-along to HQ, you being the techie he’d been charged with protecting that day.    You’d ignored the hard exterior that he’d presented, at first, thinking that you wouldn’t judge this book by his cover, introducing yourself with a bright smile and an open hand, neither of which he’d reciprocated.    But stubborn as you were, you’d decided that he was just nervous, anxious to do a good job, not get distracted. So, you’d spent the entire drive to and from HQ trying to engage with him, asking questions and offering small talk, telling him some of your thoughts on things regarding the company and your work, all without so much as a nod or a grunt in return.    And finally, the cold harshness that he’d radiated out of every pore, had robbed you of your resolve, and you’d been unsettled by him ever since then.    But last night, he’d mentioned liking you from the start, so it must all have been a front.    Perhaps, his way of protecting you from himself.

   Now though, as he wrung a third orgasm from your already quivering body, all those walls and pretences were torn down.    The way he touched you, the care he took with your pleasure, the pride with which he entered you, claimed you, and the gratefulness with which he accepted your affection, all spoke so clearly to how willing he was to leave himself exposed and at your mercy.    How willing he was to let you see his heart and claim him in return.    But he didn’t ask you for it. His words held no pleads for your ears, no whispered need for you to want him, all he gave you was praise and appreciation, hoping that you’d make the choice he wished for.    Christ… how many times had you been the one doing that? How many times had you done everything in your power to be wanted, save desperately begging for it, only to be discarded?    You helped each other come back down and find your breaths again, and then just laid there, cuddled close and facing one another, content to do nothing else.

   “How do you feel, hermosa?”

   “Exhausted. In the best way possible.”

   You smiled and he mirrored you, letting his fingers trail your spine, one vertebra at a time.    Your eyes drifted down to his chest and abdomen, taking a closer look at those scars now that your eyes were dry, and you felt a crease settle into your forehead.

   “How are you still alive?”

   The hand at your back kept moving without pause, which you took as a sign that he might not find this topic too traumatic to have a quiet conversation about.

   “I worked with a very good medic.”

   His voice was strong but kept low. You got the feeling that there was a lot more to it than that, but you wouldn’t push him. Odds were, being able to share anything at all was new to him, and you didn’t wanna scare him off the topic.

   “I hope I’ll get the chance to thank him some day.”

   His eyes dipped just a fraction, and he tugged you a little closer as if looking for comfort, but you couldn’t tell if it was due to sadness or something more complex. Survivor’s guilt, maybe.

   “If you believe in Heaven, then you can pray to him, because I have no doubt he’d be there.”

   “Oh… I’m sorry.”

   He nodded once but remained silent, so you closed your eyes and nestled yourself deeper into his chest, letting him be free of your scrutiny, in case he wasn’t ready to let you see him in pain.    You couldn’t tell if he cried, but after a while, he seemed to soften, as if something heavy had been lifted off his chest.

   “Thank you.”

   His words were small, but also enormous, and you hoped he knew that he was safe with you.

   “Are you okay?”

   “More than I ever have been. Except…”

   “Except what?”

   “Well, I’m not terribly inclined to leave this bed just yet, but… I’m really hungry.”

   That made you laugh, and you felt him get infected by it, joining your mirth for a minute.

   “What time is it even?”

   You pulled away from him to reach for your phone, having to crawl on your hands to keep your lower body still in the bed, as the thing had ended up on the floor at some point.

*****

   Pero watched with tremendous appreciation, how your ass curved towards him as your upper body left the bed and you stretched yourself to reach the device on the floor.    He felt certain now that you wouldn’t think him greedy if he were to grab you and pull you back so that he could bury himself inside you again, but he still refrained.    Because you weren’t just someone. You meant something to him, your every movement, every word, every look held meaning to his eyes, and he didn’t want you to ever think that he merely wanted your curves for his own pleasures.    He was unfamiliar with this type of relationship, this emotional closeness on top of the physical, and he needed to be careful not to scare you away. Not to make assumptions.    You’d been so kind and understanding already, somehow knowing that he needed to hear your outrage at his imperfections, and that he’d be uncomfortable letting you see him suffer with the grief and pain he carried towards his lost brothers.    He’d been so scared last night, making those confessions to you, exposing himself like that, knowing that you had no reason to even believe him, with how distant and unresponsive he’d always been towards you.    With the reveal of the mistletoe, he’d nearly just left you standing there, as his own heart had threatened to fall apart with the realization that that kiss… that unexpected, enchanting, perfect kiss… was just frustration. Nothing more.    You’d been so uncertain for that entire conversation, understandably so, that he hadn’t expected it to go anywhere even if you somehow hadn’t rejected him.    The best he’d dared to hope for, had been that you’d agree to talk more some other time, possibly over lunch. The date he’d perpetually chickened out of asking you for.    And now here he was, in your bed, trying his damnedest not to move too fast, to ask for too much, because if he screwed this up, he’d never dare to try again.

   “12:30!? Well, no wonder you’re frickin starving.”

   He bit back a response about you looking like you could hold him over until dinner, because you both really did need to eat.    You groaned and pulled your lower half out of the bed and then surprisingly gracefully stood up fully in an almost dance-like manoeuvre.

   “Ugh… but I really don’t feel like cooking lunch right now. Would you be okay with pizza?”

   His mind was still elsewhere, though.

   “How’d you do that?”

   “Do what?”

   “That thing you just did, standing up from that odd position. It looked so easy, even though you were all twisted and tangled…”

   A bright smile spread across your face, lit from within by something he couldn’t decipher, taking his breath away as easily as a punch to the gut, but thankfully without the pain.

   “I was a cat in a previous life. But not a housecat, mind you, a real one. Leopard, or possibly cheetah.”

   “I would say cheetah.”

   You didn’t ask him why he thought that, you just flipped the phone over in your hand a couple of times, still with that smile on your face.

   “So, how about that pizza?”

   “Sounds delicious.”

   In the half-hour before the food arrived, you both cleaned up and got dressed, you in soft sweats and a tank top, and him in his dress-pants and shirt, keeping the top three buttons undone, of which you seemed to approve.    While you ate, you talked about trivial things, like favourite foods, books and movies, but as the slices got fewer, the conversation shifted, and suddenly you were talking about families, a subject you seemed to find incredibly uncomfortable.

   “You don’t have to tell me, I’m just curious because it’s something I don’t really have any experience with.”

   You’d mentioned that you weren’t going to do the whole Christmas dinner thing, because that had always been a family thing to you, and since you didn’t have yours anymore, it seemed only painful to you.    At which point, he’d asked you why, and you’d merely turned a fraction away from him in your seat.    But this question brought your focus back to him.

   “You have no experience with family?”

   “No. Not like that. Eventually, the military became my family, but the place where I grew up couldn’t be called anything of the sort.”

   “Why not?”

   “Because I was adopted when I was four, but not out of love or desire for a child. The couple that took me in had the misguided notion that raising children isn’t about giving them comfort, only knowledge and structure.    They home-schooled me and two other adopted children, very diligently, and they were actually good teachers. They just weren’t parents.”

   “Oh. Did you get to go to college?”

   “No. They kept us at home until we were eighteen, and then I enlisted. It was the one time I can recall seeing them look proud of me.    And then I got there, and realized that nothing much had changed, except that I was allowed to use weapons and trained how to fight, so I was comfortable there.    I advanced quickly since I never disobeyed orders or had any friends that could rope me into trouble, and after just a few years, I was approached about joining more specialized units and eventually ended up in black ops.    That was where I learned what family is.”

   “Somehow, that seems unlikely.”

   “I know. But in those smaller units, protecting each other is the only safety net you have. I didn’t have the option of continuing to be distant and closed off with them, or I wouldn’t have been able to count on them to have my back.”

   “So, they showed you how to care about other people?”

   “Exactly.”

   “But… they’re all gone now?”

   He merely nodded at that, the hurt of that loss still biting at his heart, even after five years.

   “I’m sorry.”

   You looked so sad for him, and he didn’t want you to, but he was also grateful that you cared that much about his heart.

   “I wish… that I could talk about them. That I could tell you everything about each one of them… but…”

   “Hey, it’s okay.”

   You reached out and took his hand on the table, and he loved that you sought that contact with him.

   “I might not be able to understand just how deeply this hurts you, but I can see it, and I don’t want you to go there if you can’t. If it’ll only hurt you more.”

   He wanted to thank you, to take you in his arms and beg you to never leave, because no one else could possibly put him at ease in the same way that you did.    But it was too soon for words like that, for commitments that deep and impactful, so instead, he turned the conversation back to you.

   “Can I ask what happened with your family?”

   You didn’t pull back or let go of his hand, but a sigh that seemed drawn from somewhere around the floor, pushed through your lips, and suddenly you were the one that looked pained.

   “To tell you the truth, I don’t even really know. I wasn’t there when it happened.    It was thanksgiving, eight years ago, I was in college and couldn’t come home that weekend because I had a big exam coming up and I’d been stupid and played around with computers instead of studying, so I needed to cram.”

   “Why does that sound entirely believable?”

   A smile found its way back into your features for a moment, and you mockingly slapped his hand.

   “Shut up…    Anyway, I got a call later that night, from my older brother Jim, screaming his lungs out at me for telling our younger brother Brody about Jim being gay, which I hadn’t done.    But he was so sure that I was the only one who knew that he figured it had to be me, and he wouldn’t hear anything else. He hung up before I’d even had a chance to defend myself, right after telling me that I was a lying bitch and never to talk to him again.”

   “What did it matter if they knew? Was he ashamed of it?”

   “No, not outwardly, but our parents are very religious and the mere thought that any one of us would stray from the norm is intolerable to them. So, he felt compelled to hide it, just so they’d never find out.    Naturally, the next call I got was from them, asking me how I could’ve hidden something so damning and disastrous from them, because if only they’d known sooner, they could’ve ‘fixed’ him.”

   You paused to let out a disgusted grunt, shaking your head and staring out the window.

   “I think I actually stopped loving them right then. Like a blade had fallen between us, severing any connection between our souls.    I’d never been at odds with them growing up, our relationships had been good, but in that moment, I just couldn’t believe that we were related anymore. I didn’t wanna be. And that’s what I told them.    I got legal documents in the mail a few weeks later, declaring me disowned from the family and removed from my parent’s respective will’s.”

   Pero just stared at you, unable to find anything to say, so you kept going.

   “Naturally, my next call that night was to Brody, to ask why the fuck he’d thought it’d be a good idea to open his mouth about something that didn’t concern him, to which he replied: Because he got on my nerves.    The selfish little shit had thrown a bomb into the family, just because Jim had done what big brothers do, and taken him down a notch when he got too cocky.    I was the one that hung up on him, after yelling almost exactly that, adding that if his goal was to have no family at all, then he’d certainly succeeded.    I haven’t spoken to any one of them since.”

   He watched you closely, still staring out the kitchen window, looking for answers that you knew would never be there, and he wondered if you’d be willing to let him be your family.    To let him give you a family…    He had to remind himself that it had only been one night and was way too early for those kinds of thoughts. But stars above, did the images in his head make him yearn for it, even though he’d never once seriously considered it before.

   “What are you doing tomorrow, hermosa?”

   The question seemed to jerk you out of the past and you refocused on him with an almost comically surprised expression.

   “Uh… nothing special. As always.”

   “Well, I’d like to do something… with you.    It’s a little tradition, nothing fancy, just crappy food and the movies, stuff we used to dream about getting to do on holidays, when we were deployed and only had rations for food and the stars for entertainment.”

   That brought your bright smile back, and he couldn’t help but mirror you.

   “I’d love to join you, that sounds wonderful.”

   “Thank you.”

   He leaned over the corner of the table and kissed you, still reeling internally at the fact that you let him do that.

   “It’s a date, then. Can I pick you up at noon?”

   Your smile faded like a sparkler that had burned down to the bottom, and for a second, he worried that he had indeed overstepped somehow.

   “You’re leaving?”

   The sudden emptiness in your voice and disappointment in your eyes made him wanna do cartwheels. Because you really didn’t want him to leave.

   “I need to go home and change. And I think… we both need a minute with… all this.    But I promise you, hermosa, I’m not ditching you.”

   “You’d better not. I’m a cheetah, remember?”

   He smiled warmly at you, feeling his chest swell with the pride of knowing that you wanted him. Imperfections and all.

   “I remember everything about you.”

   Another kiss, this one deeper and longer, as he attempted to let his lips show you just how much he wanted to stay.    Never before had he felt this softness from himself. This need to take care of someone, inside and out, so he had no idea if he was even doing it right, but he felt largely powerless against it anyway.    Against his own desires, he pulled away and went to collect his few things before stepping into the hall to put his shoes on.    You came to hug him goodbye, but neither of you said anything, and he left your apartment feeling… giddy? Yes, giddy was the closest thing he could find to describe the feeling of knowing that he’d see you again in less then 22 hours.    There was a chill in the air that spoke of impending snow, but it did nothing to cool him down as he walked the four miles back to the office to retrieve his car, having taken yours the night before.    He got home at early dinnertime, but somehow wasn’t all that hungry, opting to step into the shower instead, where the warm water reminded him of your soft skin against his, and kept him in there three times longer than his usual cleaning routine required.    How were you already such a permanent feature of his existence?    He wasn’t surprised that you’d so effortlessly snuck behind his armour and broken all barriers between you, because he hadn’t even tried to keep them up against you. But he wondered how you’d somehow become so integral to his ability to breathe, to do anything anymore, with nothing but a wish to be made to feel good for a night?    He had no answers for these questions and that didn’t bother him in the least.    The only thing that did was that his hand felt hopelessly inadequate compared to your soft and silky core, no matter how clearly the image of your pleasure played on the insides of his eyes, while the water kept caressing his skin.    He wanted more. He wanted to beg you to let him have you, every time he felt like it, but it was too soon, and his greatest fear right now was scaring you away.

*****

   You felt a little silly where you stood in front of the hallway mirror, needlessly fiddling with the sleeves of your dress.    He’d said that it wasn’t a fancy thing, but you’d still wanted to dress up for him, and now it was 11:51 and you didn’t have time to change, so too much or not, it would have to do.    It wasn’t that bad, though. The dress was basically just a mid-thigh-long, figure hugging, knitted sweater, with a big soft collar that loosely bunched up around the base of your neck and shoulders, and the sleeves were full length.    It was off-white with thin threads of something silvery woven in at regular intervals, making it look kinda sparkly and festive, while still feeling like something you could also wear just to cuddle up in the sofa.    To complete the look, and since it was cold outside with the first inches of snow having fallen overnight, you’d put on black tights underneath, also with a shimmer to them, and you were just uncertain as to whether this look would be considered fancy or casual?    You damn near hit your head on the ceiling when the doorbell rang, taking you out of your nervous ramblings, and almost out of your own skin.    Taking a second to calm your heart so that he wouldn’t think something bad had happened, you opened the door to find an equally well-dressed Pero meeting your eyes with a smile.    You couldn’t help but chuckle when you took in his attire, seemingly new jeans of a high-end brand, a gorgeous dark green V-neck jersey, and a thermal lined brown leather jacket that matched his eyes, to top it off.

   “I guess we both decided not to be too casual, after all.”

   You stepped back to let him in and saw his eyes travel over your form before returning to your eyes, as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

   “You look beautiful.”

   “So do you. I love that jacket.”

   Something wistful came over him for a moment, and then his smile shifted to a more nostalgic kind of joy. A good memory, perhaps, tainted by loss.

   “It was a gift from my brothers. The only one I’ve ever gotten.”

   “Oh. Wait… you’ve never gotten any Christmas presents?”

   “No.”

   “Wow. Okay, I may not be that into the whole spirit of the holidays-thing, but we are doing presents every year from now on.”

   He tried to school his features to downplay just how clearly he’d heard the words ‘we’ and ‘every year’, but his failure was epic.    The boyish grin, the excited eyes, the sheer hope radiating off him from the second you’d uttered those words, could’ve lit an entire house for a month.    If you’d had any fears that he wasn’t in this for the long run, they vanished at the sight, leaving you wondering when exactly you’d decided that you were going for long term here?    Anyway, you couldn’t help but tease him a little.

   “Unless you think you’ll have other plans next year. I wouldn’t wanna assume…”

   He silenced you with a heated kiss, his hands grabbing at your hips to pull you into him while he backed you against the wall, and in no seconds flat, you were suddenly way too hot.    But he somehow managed to stop himself at that point, pulling away from your lips, but only as far as kissing down your neck instead, while his fingers dug deeper into the softer flesh of your sides.

   “I only want to make plans with you, hermosa. Only you.”

   The way your heart fluttered hearing that, made you truly believe that you could fly, for a few beats.    How was it that it was Pero Tovar of all people, that managed to make you feel like that?    You trailed your arms along his shoulders and down his upper back, snaring him into a strong hug, and again he followed your lead, mirroring the movement so that you were just standing there hugging, taking that moment into your memory-banks forever.    Because somehow you could feel that this was the moment. The one where you knew that this was how it was gonna be from now on: the two of you, together.

   “I really like the sound of that. So… what are our plans for today, again?”

   He hummed in appreciation of your barely hidden suggestion of skipping on those plans, but he didn’t seem inclined to agree, when his grip loosened, and he pulled back fully, only keeping one of your hands in one of his.

   “That’s very tempting. But I would like to show you my little tradition, even though it’s mostly silly.”

   You smiled and reached for your black wool coat and purple knitted hat and mittens.

   “I’m happy to go be silly for a day. Just promise me it’ll end with the two of us in the same bed again.”

   “Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.”

   He took you to a market, but not the big one in the city centre, full of overprized knickknacks and candy. This one was an hour’s drive outside of town, and exactly what a Christmas market should be, in your humble opinion.    It followed a narrow winding street through an old village, and every single stand was full of handcrafted useful things, such as all manner of knitted works, from oven mitts to sweaters, made from wool spun by the sellers themselves from their own sheep.    Handmade jewellery crafted from leather, hair, tin, silver or steel, glassware and sculptures made by a self-taught glassblower, whose everyday job was as an electrician.    And so many different types of wooden things that you couldn’t even keep up. From cutlery to actual hand-carved canoes…    The air smelled of pine, confectionery, mulled wine, hot cocoa and wood-fires. It was the cosiest place you’d ever visited, just an hour away, and you’d never even known it was there.    Pero insisted on buying your present there, asking you to pick something you wouldn’t get for yourself, and he’d get it for you.    You chose a delicate looking silver necklace with a pendant made of steel, in the shape of a dragon, made with exquisite detail for something no bigger than your thumb.    It wasn’t exactly expensive, but not cheap trash either, so it felt appropriate for a gift.

   “I haven’t seen you wear jewellery very often.”

   “I don’t have that much. A couple of rings, some earrings and one other necklace, but it’s all inherited from my grandmother. I only wear it for special occasions.”

   He nodded, looking at the small handmade wooden box that the necklace was delivered in, as you’d opted not to wear it right now, and a crooked little smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

   “This would’ve looked really good with that dress from the party.”

   You couldn’t help the sudden rise in your eyebrows.

   “You think so, huh? I was under the impression that you barely even noticed it.”

   “Oh, hermosa… I noticed. I fought very hard with myself not to look for you just so I could gawk at you. And then when I had the chance, out on the balcony, you were so sad that I just couldn’t.”

   “You seemed so hard to me then. I couldn’t understand why you stayed out there with me. The stone-cold brute, giving me your jacket. I was all set to gossip about you around the office come January.”

   He chuckled at that.

   “I think you would’ve had no problem finding eager listeners.”

   “Do you hear what people say about you? I mean, does it get around to you?”

   “Hah… you have met Tyler, right? I don’t listen that closely, but I do hear some of his ramblings, it’s inevitable. But let’s not talk about work.”

   “Okay, then how about your present? What do you wanna get? And before you ask, I’m not getting you a canoe.”

   He turned to you with exaggerated grumpiness plastered mockingly on his face, but still not that far off the real thing.    A moment later, though, it was gone, replaced by the happy warmth he seemed to have taken to letting out when he was with you.    He took your hand and placed it at the bend of his elbow, walking off towards the parking lot while letting you hold on to him, as the ground was slipperier where the cars had flattened the snow.

   “You don’t want something from the market?”

   “Nope.”

   “Hey, you are aware that this is supposed to be an exchange of gifts, right? So, this better not be you refusing to let me give you something.”

   “There is something I want.”

   “Great! Is it something I can buy?”

   “Yes. You’ll see.”

   He brought you back to the city, parking near a cinema, but leading you off in a different direction, once you were on foot.    It was already getting dark by then, and his path took you down an alleyway that you’d never walk alone, even in broad daylight, but at the end of it, you found a street-vendor selling cinnamon rolls from an old cart.

   “Hey, Tovar! Long time, no see, how’ve you been, man?”

   Pero nodded at the middle-aged man, greeting him only by name, but opting to ignore the question.

   “Terrence.”

   The vendor was apparently well versed with the brick wall of a man, looking completely unsurprised at the lack of a fuller response, and simply turned his infectious smile towards you next.

   “Damn. I ain’t never seen you with company before, and now you suddenly bring someone this fine down to these hoods? How’d this block o’ ice get someone so soft and warm on his arm?”

   You grinned at the compliment, despite the somewhat crude delivery, and decided to try and match the stranger’s humour.

   “I thawed him out between my legs.”

   Terrence howled at that, while Pero just closed his eyes and sighed at you, clearly uncomfortable with showing this man just how much he cared for you, but relieved that you hadn’t been offended by the vendor’s comments.

   “That’d be the way to do it, I s’pose.”

   You just kept smiling and shrugged at him.

   “Alright, alright, I know you didn’t come here for the chitchat, so how many you want?”

   He was addressing Pero again, still chuckling as he turned back to his cart to start putting warm buns into a bag.

   “Full.”

   “A full house? Man, you must be up to somethin’.”

   He placed eight rolls into the paper bag and held it out to your date, who didn’t take it, and instead turned to you.    Seriously? This is what he wanted you to buy for his present?    You paid a confused looking Terrence, at which point, Pero took the bag and then your hand, before turning to walk back the way you’d come, so you threw a goodbye over your shoulder.

   “Nice to meet you, T.”

   “Yeah, you too, Miss Thaw. Hope I’ll see you again.”

   You smiled to yourself as you walked, but then lightly bumped your companion’s arm with your shoulder.

   “Did I just buy you pastries for a Christmas present?”

   “Something wrong with that?”

   “Well, no. You can have anything you want. Which is precisely why I’m puzzled as to why you merely chose food.”

   His face turned slightly apprehensive, even though he was smiling with you.

   “Because where possessions are concerned, there’s nothing I want for.”

   “And what about other things?”

   He hesitated, but then seemed to decide something.

   “There is something I want. But that… I can’t ask for. Not yet.”

   His voice told you that he was genuinely afraid of talking about it, so you chose not to press the matter, although your curiosity was spiking.

   “Right, so are we eating these buns any time soon, cause I’m starving.”

   “This is a season of indulgence, so we’re having the rolls for dinner, while at the movies.”

   He said that just as you rounded a corner and the cinema reappeared before you, and you laughed out loud at his antics, slipping your arm back around his and falling into his step as you made your way to the entrance.

   “You know, I kinda love your silly little Christmas traditions.”

   He just smiled wider, which emboldened you. It was too soon to say it with all the weight that it implied, but you could still sneak the meaning into a different way of saying it.    Because even though you’d only seen this side of him for a day, you were sure that it was at least where you were heading, if you hadn’t already arrived.

   “I kinda love everything about you.”

   The look he gave you when he suddenly stopped walking and turned to stare at you, was all the proof you’d ever need that he reciprocated.    The kiss you shared, right there on the sidewalk just ten feet from the cinema-entrance, was the most tender moment of your life.    You had no idea what movie you watched or what it was about, spending every second of it watching him, studying his every movement, learning every inch of the landscape of his face.    And that night, you both learned just how much passion had made a home in your hearts.

*****

   The screens mocked him where he sat in the surveillance room, forced to look at your floor, your office, your nimble hands sweeping over the keys, how you every so often stood up and walked around to get the blood flowing through your system again.    He tried not to focus solely on you, but fuck was it hard. Primarily because something else kept getting hard too. But he couldn’t just run off and grab you to relieve the pressure in his core, only to then come back here and suffer the same problem within ten damn seconds, he might as well just quit for all the work he’d get done.    You’d been back at the office for two weeks already, and it was torture.    Mostly because he’d gotten used to getting to hold you whenever he felt like it, touch you without worrying who was close by or which cameras would pick it up.    There was no official policy against fraternisation within the company, but when he’d been given his orientation on his first day, his supervisor, Mr. Peck, had stressed the importance of not showing favouritism towards anyone. He’d been quick to add a reminder that corporate espionage happened on all levels and that even management needed to be closely surveilled.

   Back then, Pero had never even imagined that he might find himself in this position, just seven months into the job. But here he was. Perpetually uncomfortable.    Because the two of you had privately agreed not to showcase your relationship at the office, seen as how you were already struggling to be accepted by your co-workers, and adding him to the mix would surely scare them away for good.    But now, just two weeks in, he was already contemplating asking you to tell them to go to hell and let him bend you over your sturdy oak desk, letting everyone hear how good he was to you.    Fuck… He had to stop thinking about stuff like that. The frustration was making him twice as irritable and unfriendly as his normal state, which was saying something, and didn’t go unnoticed. Especially by the ever so resilient Tyler.    But even his patience was running thin.

   “Seriously, dude… will you lighten up? You’re always gruff, but this is a whole new level, man.”

   He didn’t even bother turning his chair to glare at the kid.    It was time for a shift-change, and as per protocol, Ben had showed up fifteen minutes early for debrief, with his usually chirpy approach, only to meet a fuming Tovar after having been couped up in there for five hours.    And when he hadn’t even offered his customary ‘all good’ response, the kid had asked what was up, earning him an undeserved string of Spanish expletives because, yeah… something was indeed up…

   “Hey, is the 22-year-old really gonna have to kick you in the ass before you decide to start acting like a human being again? Cause I’m the one guy that isn’t scared of you, so you know I will.”

   That made Pero finally throw a glance at the kid.

   “Sorry.”

   “Ah! He speaks, and an apology, no less. I’m shocked. Now do I get the debrief?”

   He couldn’t stop the aggravated grumble in his throat, it was reflexive at this point, whenever he couldn’t be with you.    The hours spent in front of the surveillance feeds weren’t always this bad, because each floor was monitored by a separate team, but on a randomly rotating schedule. So, one week he might be looking at floors one and four, another six and fifteen, and so on.    But this week he’d had the misfortune of landing both of his surveillance shifts on your floor.

   “Nothing.”

   It was as much as he could spit out while he watched you get up and leave your office and then the floor all together, heading for your lunchbreak.    He wondered if you thought about him. If you missed him as much as he longed for you.

   “You’re a peach. Really, I couldn’t ask for a better partner, I mean, you never complain, you never drone about stupid personal crap that I wouldn’t be the least bit interested in, and you never even tell me to shut up.    I could be in heaven, and I wouldn’t know the difference.”

   The words were dripping with sarcasm, and Pero knew that he was laying it on, trying to coax a reaction out of him, but he could also hear the hurt behind the words. The wish that he would some day decide to share something. Anything.

   “I’m dating Genie.”

   He said it softly, just barely above a whisper, telling himself that maybe he wasn’t breaking his promise to you, maybe he was just trying to learn to be a friend.    But he honestly couldn’t decide if he thought that you’d be okay with this or not. It was a gamble, but one he hoped would pay off in some way.    Tyler, predictably, nearly exploded.    For a full two minutes he just screamed, squealed, clapped his hands and whistled, before finally settling down enough to actually say something.

   “Congratulations, Tovar! Seriously, I’m so fucking happy for you! Are you happy? You’ve gotta be, I mean… Gen’s amazing!! How’d this happen, anyway?    Oh! I bet it was around Christmas, right? I knew there was something about you following her into the elevator, I knew it!”

   For the first time since he’d met the kid, Pero couldn’t help but smile at him, but he kept his eyes trained on the monitors.

   “I’m happy. Just not… here.”

   Tyler’s exuberance sort of fell away when he looked at the screens in front of his partner, noting the floor-number.

   “Oh… shoot. Yeah, that sucks. But hey, isn’t she on her lunch-break right about now? Why don’t you go find her?”

   “We agreed not to. Here.”

   “What the heck did you do that for?!”

   Pero sighed and pushed away from the desk, standing up and grabbing his uniform jacket, so the kid could take over.

   “I’d scare everyone away from her.”

   “So, to hell with them.”

   “She has to work with them, Ty.”

   “No, she doesn’t. If there is one thing that girl does not have to do, it’s work here.”

   He looked at Ben with an unspoken question in his brow, and the kid chuckled at his confusion.

   “Dude… she’s already turned down two promotions, and a dozen offers from other companies. She could start her own company or consulting firm and never be without work for a single day of her life.    She absolutely doesn’t need to be here at all.”

   Pero felt like he’d been struck by lightning. How had this never occurred to him? How had Ben fucking Tyler reached that conclusion within two minutes of learning about you two, when he hadn’t in five weeks?    He took two steps towards the boy and pulled him into a hug, finally succeeding in shocking him into silence, muttering a quick ‘thank you’ before letting him go and all but running from the room.

   When he sat down at your table in the building’s own café, you shot him a polite smile, careful to hide the depth of your affection, but to his eyes it was evident that you were wondering what the heck he was up to.    The conversation took up your entire lunch-hour and a little more, but by the end of it, a new agreement had been made between you, and on the way back to your office, you took a detour passed your boss and gave your two weeks-notice.    After which, Pero finally did get to bend you over that desk.    And judging by the flushed cheeks he unashamedly passed on his way to tender his own resignation, where they cowered in their booths, they’d all obviously heard exactly how good he made you feel.    He stepped into the middle of the elevator and turned around to face the room while the doors closed, a smug smirk spreading over his face when curious, fanciful eyes peered out of the little cubicles, gawking at him.    You were his and now everyone knew it.    Damn, it felt good.

---THE END---

This is the story it should've been all along, I'm 100% happier with this both in terms of characterization and tone, and I hope you guys enjoy it too. Again, sorry about posting this in the wrong damned season...

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