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traningdummy · 2 years ago

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Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy

Agent Whiskey X Male Reader

(Sorry for the delay, first time writing a dom male reader, sorry if it’s off or weird)

It was another day in the bar, people coming in left and right, people meeting friends, drinking down sorrows, or trying to seem like adults but are actually kids. The usual for Y/n he was used to it all at this point, especially the flirting from patrons.

Most days men and women would try to hit on him but he didn’t respond to their advances, usually annoying them enough to leave after getting their drinks and that’s how he liked it. Being alone is his favorite part about being single, he has never fallen in love until recently.

Yet his co-workers call him a hopeless romantic, by how he describes his love life, crushes, or anything close to a relationship. Yet his eyes have been set on one man, a man from Kentucky who flirted left and right like his life depended on it.

Was it his accent, his funny cowboy hat, and his style which always included a leather jacket? Y/n never got his name just hearing Whiskey or Jack it always confused him, but his thoughts were drowned out when the man walked in.

His smile never came off his face, winking to men and women left to right. He sat at the bar and gave Y/n a wink as well.

“Well hello sugar, could I get a shot of whiskey?” Whiskey asked and he nodded, getting a shot glass and poured in the liquor.

“There you are sir, would you like to pay now or have a tab?”

“Put it on my tab.” He told him, he nodded and put it on and Whiskey left. That left Y/n to the other patrons at the bar, he worked around getting drinks, orders, and shooting down people’s flirts.

But he kept his eye on the cowboy, watching him go around flirting with other people and getting a lot of numbers. But every once and awhile he would come back to the bar, getting another drink or to chat with Y/n.

“So how many now?” He asked and the cowboy chuckled and took out a few papers.

“10 and going up, now how about another shot handsome.” He asked him, he nodded and got the cowboy another shot and watched him leave.

“Damn that’s a fatass.” He muttered watching him walk away, he shook away his thoughts and cleaned some cups making sure he would have enough for the late beer rush.

•••

It was near closing time and the cowboy was still inside the bar, Y/n started to close up when he tapped his glass.

“O-one more.” He murmured to him but Y/n took away the glass.

“Sorry Whiskey but that’s enough for tonight, do you have a ride home?” He asked him, but he shook his head and pulled his keys out.

“I have my car, but I don’t trust myself to drive home.” Whiskey told him, Y/n nodded and took out his keys, he contemplated before sighing.

“I’m going to regret this aren’t I?” He murmured to himself, “How about tonight you stay at my place for the night?” He asked the man, he nodded and stood up, his balance fading before Y/n grabbed his waist and put his arm over his shoulder.

“You know, you're really handsome.” Whiskey complimented him as he closed up the bar, locking the door and picking up Whiskey again.

“I know that’s all I hear from the patrons.” Y/n told him and took him to his apartment, he unlocked the door and laid Whiskey on his bed. “You can sleep here, and since we’re about the same size you can put on some of my pj’s.” He told him, but Whiskey had passed out already.

•••

The next morning Y/n had woken up on the couch, he sighed and stretched, popping his bones before checking up on his guest. Whiskey was snoring like a dad, so he left him alone making some breakfast and left him some water and painkillers.

He had to do some paychecks, before he left he wrote Whiskey a note, then he left the apartment going back to his bar

It wasn’t long until Whiskey had woken up, groaning holding his head. He looked around, surprised that his clothes were still on, he walked out of the room and saw the plate of food and water with a pill.

“Hell.” He muttered and sat down, eating the food and drank the water with the pill. He then saw the letter and read through it.

“Dear Whiskey, you are free to shower and take some clothes if you need to, from Y/n.” He read out, he smiled and took a shower using Y/n’s products before changing and left the apartment.

•••

Y/n had finished paychecks and came back home to see Whiskey setting up a table, on the table was a wine bottle with two glasses.

“Well welcome back darlin, please take a seat.” He told him, he nodded and sat down and Whiskey pushed him in before he sat down across from himself.

“So what’s all this about Whiskey?” Y/n asked the other man who poured himself a glass of wine.

“Well I have been fancying you for quite some time now, so I wanted to have a nice dinner with you.” He told him, pouring another wine glass and handing it to him.

They raised their glasses before drinking, and they began to start a conversation. It went from talking about each other to dating lives, the two were pretty intoxicated at that point.

“Wait, you haven’t popped your cherry yet?” Whiskey asked Y/n, who shook his head drinking from his glass.

“Nope, never even dated another person before.” He told him, he nodded and took another sip of the wine. Whiskey watching Y/n’s every move, from how his eyes kept wandering from his wine to Whiskey’s lips, how he seems more open than he usually is.

“Hey there cowboy, are you okay?” Y/n asked him, he nodded and took another sip of the wine before realizing they had drunk the bottles he had bought.

“Yeah, but how are your lips so perfect?” Whiskey asked him, he didn’t react but gave him a sly smile.

“Why don’t you come see for yourself?” He asked Whiskey, and that was the final string cut. He came over and sat in his lap, eyes going from his lips to his eyes. “Oh come on, I’m not playing any games.” He told him before he kissed Y/n.

This was the feeling Y/n was missing, lust, love, affection, he finally feels whole. It wasn’t long till the two moved to his room, Whiskey under him as he kissed his neck and began to unbutton his shirt revealing his body.

As he kept praising his body Whiskey felt his blood rush to his aching cock, it twitched as he moaned Y/n’s name. “Y/n, please take off my pants.” He whined to which he obliged and took off the other man’s pants seeing the bulge in his briefs.

“Well what do we have here?” He asked himself and slowly took off Whiskey’s briefs, his hard cock sprung out hitting his abdomen. He put his hand on it and stroked it slowly, enjoying the whimpers and moans of the man in his hold.

“P-please go faster, please.” He whimpered to Y/n, he decided not to and just took it as slow as he could enjoying the whole experience. Slowly pulling up and down, rubbing his thumb over the tip using his other hand to fondle his balls.

“I-I thought you never have done this before? H-How are you so experienced?” He whispered out to him, but didn’t get an answer as Y/n kissed all over Whiskey’s body leaving hickeys all over.

“I have seen some videos, those were like training to me.” He whispered in his ear before kissing him, he didn’t even try to fight Y/n’s tongue letting him ravage his mouth and body.

“Is my cowboy enjoying this? Does he like when I stroke his dick while I suck all over his perfect body?” He asked him, he nodded desperately, not able to speak properly besides a few whimpers and moans.

“C-close.” Whiskey muttered quietly, to Y/n and he smiled before stopping his hand. He let out a whine of protest but stopped when he was flipped over, feeling a cold liquid go on his ass.

“Now here is my main course, I hope you enjoy yourself.” Y/n said and began to eat him out, leaving Whiskey moaning like he was in heat. He was overstimulated but he was enjoying every second of it.

“Now here is your dessert.” Y/n muttered to him and he felt his cock at his hole, he turned himself and held onto him. “Come here baby.” He whispered and lifted him up before entering his dick slowly, but Whiskey wasn’t having it and shoved the whole thing in.

It caught Y/n slightly off guard but smiled when he saw his face, all red with blush, his brown eyes hazed with lust, his hair all messy and wet, hickeys all over his body. He then slowly thrusted in and out of Whiskey watching his facial expressions, before laying them back on the bed.

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” He mumbled and watched as Whiskey rode on Y/n’s cock, moaning like there was no tomorrow.

“C-Cumming!” He moaned and came on both of their chests, he then stopped and caught his breath. Until Y/n flipped him over onto the bed, his eyes filled with lust and hunger.

“H-Hang on darlin, I still need some time to rest!” He moaned when he thrusted hard, hitting his prostate over and over as he went in and out over and over chasing his own high.

“Don’t worry cowboy, I’m almost there.” He murmured to Whiskey who could respond besides with broken moans and whimpers, and finally he pulled out and came on Whiskey’s chest.

The two were panting hard but Whiskey had enough strength to pull Y/n for a kiss, this one filled with love and passion. Yet when it was broken the two held each other, falling asleep with smiles on their faces.

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nicksolemnlyswears · 2 months ago

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JUST TEASIN’

summary: you call joel an old man…amongst other names

pairing: joel miller x reader

word count: 4.4k [i need to learn how to keep things concise]

warnings: 18+, cursing, spanking, p in v, fingering, oral (male receiving), age gap? totally legal though, joel's in his early 40s and reader is in her early 30s, joel is an ass guy which is strange cause i always make my men boob guys, idk i guess this is pretty tame

a/n: as a joke i tend to call pedro and joel peepaw cause he’s older and a total dilf but i love these men so fucking much. i'll be the first to get on my knees

thought i’d make a sweet oneshot about how they’d react to you calling them old. it’s a mix of fluff and smut. a little something for everyone!

also don’t judge me, this is my first time writing for joel 🥺

there’s a little nudge to another favorite fictional men of mine

i want to thank @yxtkiwiyxt for providing me with all the pedro pascal pictures and gifs and movie trailers and for ranting with me all day every day about how amazing this human is… if anyone is to blame about this oneshot it’s her ❤️

It’s one of those lazy Sunday mornings where everyone sleeps in, leaving the Miller household at complete ease. There are no responsibilities to tend to and nowhere to go.

You’re the only one awake, singing quietly under your breath and flipping pancakes until they’re nice and golden. Joel will come seeking you out soon, missing the warmth of your body and Sarah will follow when Joel cracks her door open to let the sweet smell of batter waft into her room.

No matter how hard you try you’re always the first one up. Sometimes you stay in bed with your husband, tracing figures on his bare skin until he pulls you into him and kisses your head good morning, raspy voice begging you for five more minutes.

But most of the time you decide on getting up and having an early start to your day, which includes making breakfast and sorting through your work emails.

The puppy Sarah adopted a couple weeks ago, sits on your feet, licking your legs as if begging for the fluffy sweetness of the pancakes. He had a taste of it when batter dripped on the floor, he licked it up before you had the chance of cleaning it.

Lost in your little world, singing to the tune of Lana del Rey you fail to notice your husband coming down the stairs. Joel leans against the kitchen island admiring you in your distracted state. The loose brown curls in a disarray at the top of his head.

His eyes scan you from head to toe, noting your messy hair pulled up to a half ponytail half bun thing he can’t begin to explain. Down they go to the cropped tshirt with his company’s logo on the back. The frayed edges are the byproduct of your use of kitchen scissors to crop it yourself.

Joel bites his lip as he ogles at your ass and thick thighs framed by the tiniest cotton shorts he’s ever seen. They fail to cover the bottom of your butt cheeks, exposing a sliver of the indigo panties and the crease where thighs meet butt.

Unable to stay away, Joel wraps his warm arms around your waist as he presses a kiss to your temple. He squeezes you to him, bodies pressed flushed to reveal the stiffness in his pajama pants.

The puppy wags his tail in the presence of his favorite human, standing on two legs to call his attention. The man didn’t want him in the first place but was out voted by the females in the household.

“Morning,” Joel murmurs, placing kisses all over your cheeks and down your neck until he finally presses a warm kiss on your shoulder where he rests his chin to look over at the stovetop.

“Morning old man,” you say with a giggle as his scruffy beard tickles your skin. Your lips press against his in a quick kiss, muffling his sigh of disappointment.

“Don’t start, sweetheart,” he warns. His lips brushing against your ear. Joel’s hands find themselves under your tshirt, his thumbs ghosting over your underboob. At the same time the fingertips of his other hand teasingly dip on the waistband of your shorts.

“Or what?” You say with a bite to your lip, flipping over the last batch of pancakes. Couple more seconds and they would’ve burned—that’s how much he distracts you.

“It’s too early for this!” Sarah’s high pitched voice yells. “Not in the kitchen and not in front of the baby, please!”

The puppy scrambles over to Sarah, jumping into her arms. He recognizes she’s the one who will cave and give him scraps of food.

Joel, startled, takes his hands off of you, facing Sarah with an apologetic smile, not that she sees it as she covers her eyes with a hand. “Are you decent? Can I look now? I’m really hungry if you don’t mind.”

You laugh loudly, shaking your head at Sarah’s dramatics. She takes after Joel and is well on her way to beat him at his own game.

“We’re not doin’ anythin’,” Joel mumbles, sitting on one of the kitchen island stools and petting the pups fluffy head, and the ear that flipped over cutely.

“Not yet,” you whisper to him as you place his stack of pancakes in front of him.

“I heard that!” Sarah yells, covering her ears this time. Joel laughs, nudging her shoulder and telling her to pass the syrup.

You lean across from them, grabbing a sliced strawberry to plop into your mouth. Sarah takes over the conversation as you and Joel share a glance. This is far from over.

Later on the day you head outside with a tray of lemonade and pie in your hands. You’ve gotta take care of your dear husband before the Texas heat gets the best of him.

You nudge Joel’s leg with your foot. He’s under the beat up truck, fixing some odd part. He has the means to replace the old thing but he likes to remind you that ‘Betsy,’ as he’s named his truck, is a part of the family and will never be replaced.

“Thanks, darlin,‘“ he drawls, wiping his dirty hands on a random rag he found on the bed of the truck.

Joel takes a second too long to get up from the floor. You see the hesitance in his eyes as he tries to think the best way to stand without hurting or pulling a muscle.

This is your chance. “Need help there, grandpa?” You pipe up, resting the tray on the portable table scattered with tools.

Joel openly glares at you while you smile broadly at him. It’s not often you make fun of his age, or rather, the age gap between the two of you. It’s only when you’re feeling a particular sort of way.

The age gap between the two of you isn’t the craziest but it’s large enough for people to notice. Joel is easily through the first half of his fourth decade, while you are barely entering your third.

“Watch your mouth,” Joel warns you, standing up quickly despite the cracking of his knees and the ache on his lower back.

Your eyes spark when he grabs the glass of cool lemonade and begins chugging it. The drops of sweat sliding down his neck and into the damp collar of his shirt stealing your attention and any innocent thought you’ve might’ve had about him. They weren’t many to begin with.

You clench your thighs together as you imagine licking that same trail, tasting his salty skin. Say what you want but you love a man that works with his hands and gets all dirty and grimy.

Joel catches onto the glazed look covering your eyes and grasps your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. His body gravitating towards yours as if nature demanded it.

You’re overly conscious of the motor oil covering his hands if not you would’ve sucked his thumb into your mouth, reminding him just exactly you can do with your tongue.

“What’s in that pretty lil head of yours, darlin’?”

Him. It’s all about him. He’s always interrupting whatever sane thought you have. Scenarios of you being bent over the hood of the truck as he sinks his aching length from behind. You riding him in the front seat as you’ve done on more than one occasion, fogging up the windows. The time he was knuckles deep inside of you, teasing fingers drenched during his lunch break.

“How good gray looks on you,” you reply, diverting the conversation somewhere else entirely. A delicate fingers wraps around the charming curl that constantly falls over his forehead, twirling it around.

Joel doesn’t take kindly to your comment, rolling his eyes and clicking his jaw as he lets go of you to return to the truck. Your hand which had been playing with his curl drops to your side as you cock your hip to assess him.

He’s much too aware of the age gap, it makes him insecure. Like you’ll one day realize you’re with an old man and leave him for someone younger.

Except in your eyes he’s the most perfect man alive. The grey streaks of hair that mix with the typical brown of his curls give him an air of authority, making him look dashing in all ways. A silver fox. Strong muscles from working manual labor most of his life are now covered with a healthy layer of fat but remain strong nonetheless. Warm brown eyes that sweep you off your feet every morning as soon as they open.

That man is aging like fine wine and he doesn’t begin to realize it. You feel extremely lucky to be the only one to enjoy it…squeaky joints and all.

Joel is experienced and mature and loyal. He simply wants to have a nice life with his family. A family you’re now a part of. It’s all a woman could ask for.

“You know I love you,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around him as he leans over the hood.

“Love to torture me,” he scoffs, taking hold of one of your hands affectionately. He can never stay mad at you.

“I don’t know what you mean? I brought you lemonade and even that apple pie you love so much,” you feign innocence, pressing a kiss to the middle of his back.

Facing you with a sigh, he lets his heavy hands fall on your hips, “What’re you playing at?”

“Me? Nothing,” you say with a wicked smile, “I’m gonna go with Sarah to the mall to get her homecoming dress. Will you be alright here with Ghost?”

He’s quickly distracted by the words Sarah and Homecoming. His babygirl is growing too fast, starting High School and going on dances with boys. She hasn’t told him yet if she’s been invited by someone and he hopes it stays that way.

There’s no way he’s letting her go with a date and you can’t convince him other wise. If she wants a date she can take the puppy she adopted, Ghost. Joel is determined to teach the ball of fur how to defend his daughter.

“Here,” he says, pulling out his wallet to hand you his credit card.

“No, it’s my treat!” You say, pushing his hand away.

“Take it,” Joel insists, trying to slip it into the tight pair of jeans you’re wearing. Fuck. How didn’t he notice until now.

It should be illegal to wear jeans that make you look THAT good. The blue material hugs your thighs tightly and lifts your perky ass to heaven—not that you other wise need it.

He doesn’t hold back and slides his palms on your back pockets, giving you a firm squeeze. You stumble, falling onto him with a weak protest.

“‘M so fucking lucky you’re my woman,” he groans, taking another feel. Temporarily forgetting the conversation at hand, yet another comment directed at his age snaps Joel back to reality.

“Honey, I know I married an older man but it wasn’t for your money,” you tease again, patting his cheek and removing his hands from your pockets—credit card and all.

A sharp slap to your ass, startles you, eliciting a cheeky giggle. All this teasing and you’re leaving him home alone with the mutt.

You don’t apologize, you’ll never apologize for teasing him. Unless it’s in the right circumstances…in his bed.

Towards the end of the night you finish pushing him to the edge of no return. Remember, opportunities are always around when you’re determined.

“Dad, can you sign this for school?” Sarah comes into the living room where you and Joel are watching a movie. Ghost’s head is plopped on his lap, where Joel had been ‘forced’ to pet him.

“What’s this for?” Joel tries to read the paper but has to keep it at arms reach to be able to read it. Failing, he searches for his glasses until Sarah points at his head where they’ve been resting for half the night, nestled between his curls.

You stifle a laugh as you think of what to say. “Sorry Sarah, good old peepaw needs his glasses to read.”

It’s clear you’re pushing it far as Joel freezes only to glare at you. If looks could kill you’d be six feet underground. Sarah laughs until her belly hurts, repeating the word peepaw between breaths.

“You two are bullies,” Joel shakes his head in disbelief, signing the permit and handing it to Sarah who is wiping her tears away.

“I’m heading to bed, goodnight old man,” Sarah tells a pouting Joel, kissing his cheek and running up the stairs. “Come on, Ghost. Bedtime!”

“Peepaw? Really?” Joel raises his eyebrows at you when both Sarah and Ghost are gone.

You shrug feigning innocence, hiding your smile with the edge of the blanket. ”Yeah, peepaw. It’s cute.”

“It ain’t cute,” Joel kisses his teeth before turning off the TV and standing from the couch, leaving you behind.

“Where are you going?” You call after him.

“To bed,” he dryly responds, shutting off the lights and climbing the stairs. He only leaves the lamp by the couch on. How considerate of him.

“What? Joel it’s barely 10!” Hiding your satisfaction is difficult. Joel’s ticked off, a day of calling him old will do that. It’s exactly what you hoped for.

“Guess that’s what old men do, darlin,’” Joel says sarcastically half way up the stairs.

With a hand over your mouth, you follow him, “Honey, come on. Don’t be angry, it’s harmless teasing. Are you really heading to bed?”

Joel turns at the top of the stairs, glaring down at you, “You really think I’m an old man?”

“Technically speaking you are an older man,” you quip, scrunching your nose cutely.

“You know that’s not what I mean.” Joel crosses his arms, reprimanding you for your cheekiness.

“I dunno why you get like this, you should know I love my older men,” you say sultrily, although it falls on deaf ears as Joel retreats to the bedroom.

When you step into the bedroom you’re instantly pressed against the door, slamming it shut. Joel’s sneaky hands lock it. “You’re playing a dangerous game, darlin.’ Don’t make me bend you over my knee and give you a spanking.”

The thought alone makes you shudder in delight. Wetness instantly seeping into your underwear. You’ve finally succeeded. You have him right where you want him.

With your hands braced on his chest you deliver the final blow. “You sure your knees can take it?”

Disbelief flashes in Joel’s eyes, “That’s it!”

Grabbing your arms Joel leads you to the bed where he sits on the edge. He roughly pull down on your jeans, panties and all, leaving them pooled on your knees, limiting your mobility.

With another tug he lays you face down on his lap, holding your wrists behind you in a tight grip. Joel shakes his head at your upturned ass that’s waiting a little too eagerly for his touch.

Delight bubbles out of you and Joel is determined to take you down a notch or two. Let’s see how you handle this after fucking with him all damn day.

The first swat comes without warning, eliciting a gasp from you. It’s sharp and borderline painful. A red handprint magically appearing on your left butt cheek.

Joel massages and paws at the skin, getting ready to deliver another one. “Cat got your tongue?” He questions at your sudden silence.

You try to look over your shoulder and say, “Is that all you got?”

A sarcastic chuckle leaves Joel’s mouth. Then, three fast slaps are delivered, successfully earning him a whine from your pretty lips. He rubs on the sweltering flesh, easing some of the sting.

Finding their way to your thighs his fingers dig between them to cup your pussy. It’s no surprise that it’s warm, messy and slick. Clear strands extending from it to the inside of your thighs and covering his digits.

You’re a fucking vixen who loves to torture him for your own fucking pleasure and he’s the damn fool who falls for it each and every time.

“Touch me,” you huff, wiggling on his lap to grind on his hand, hoping to gain more contact with his coated digits.

“Touch you? Oh, darlin’ you’re not getting off the hook so easily,” Joel mentions darkly, retrieving his hand and landing yet another smack to your ass, making it ripple from the impact.

“Ow!” You flinch yet remain in the same position, expecting more. You fucking love when Joel gets rough with you. It’s a shame you have to gauge it out of him like this.

“Wasn’t this what you wanted? Hm?” Joel’s asks and when he doesn’t get a response his hand flies down once more. “What was it you called me?”

There’s a beat of silence before his hand strikes, this time aiming towards the middle. “Gra-grandpa,” you stutter at the small burst of pleasure.

“Mhm, what else darlin’?” He prompts again. His middle finger tracing the slit of your pussy, feeling you grow impossibly wetter. His pretty little wife is always so reactive to his touch.

“Old man.”

The stinging in your skin grows warmer, no doubt turning a considerable shade of cherry red. Yet the ache in your cunt obscures it all. The scraps of attention only makes your arousal worse.

“I think there was one more,” Joel hums, urging you on. His slick finger teasing your weeping entrance.

“P-peepaw,” you gasp when Joel pushes it in until his knuckle meets your delicate skin.

“That’s right, peepaw,” Joel repeats absentmindedly, pushing his middle finger in and out. Listening intently to the squishing sound your pussy makes.

He’ll have you calling him something else by the end of the night.

Tight walls grip his finger like a vice, refusing to let go. Soft puffs of air tumble out of your mouth and he knows your eyes are closed as you concentrate on the minimal pleasure he’s providing you with. It’ll never be enough to make you cum but it’ll keep you bothered.

“Get up,” Joel orders with a softer smack to your bottom, wiping his slick covered finger on your skin. He helps you up from the restrained position he kept you in and makes work of taking off your clothes.

Joel pulls and tugs on your shirt roughly, throwing it mindlessly across the room. He palms your tits briefly, pinching one of your nipples to make you whine his name. With cracking knees he kneels on the floor to help you out your jeans and underwear, kneading your thighs with his big strong hands.

He catches a glance of your reddening skin and feels a prickle of pride at the mark he left. Most of it will fade by morning but you’ll feel it nonetheless.

Sitting back on the edge of the bed he wordlessly motions you to get on your knees. A wicked smile spreads on your cheeks as you do as you’re told, kneeling between his spread legs.

Eager hands grasp his belt, undoing the worn leather to get to the button of his jeans. He provides no help, leaning back on his hands and simply watching you with hooded and expecting eyes.

You pull down on his jeans and underwear, revealing the happy trail that comes down his navel to the patch of brown at his pelvis.

His hard cock springs free once you’ve worked his pants down enough. A throaty groan coming from above you at the release of tension.

“Mmm,” you hum, grasping his length in your fist. His eyes meet yours when you look up to press a kiss to the tip, your hand pulling the thin skin back to reveal it.

“Stop with the teasin,’” Joel growls audibly, chastising you.

You rolls your eyes obnoxiosuly, “You’re no fun, g-“

A hand flies to your hair, gripping the roots tightly. Your eyes fly open, starting up at Joel. “You sure you want to finish that sentence, babygirl?”

“Maybe not,” you shrug with a pout, your hand mindlessly pumping his length.

“That’s what I thought.” Joel keeps his grip on your hair, pulling it back to see every detail of you taking his cock into your pretty mouth.

Your tongue goes flat against the underside of his shaft, tracing the vein that runs along his length and letting saliva drip all down and into your fisted hand. Joel watches intently as your lips wrap around the angry red tip of his cock.

You start off slow taking more of his length with each bob of your head. Your eyes never leaves his face, observing every small reaction he makes. The sharp intake of breath when your tongue grazes his tip, the furrowing of his eyebrows, the bobbing of his adam’s apple as he fails to keep his moans in.

The sudden jerk of Joel’s hips causes your eyes to water and screw shut. The initial intrusion of his cockhead unexpected yet welcome. Joel throws his head back, “That’s a fucking good girl.”

Those magic words make everything worth it as you messily continue to suck and lick every inch of his cock. Neither the tears in the corner of your eyes nor the saliva dripping down his length stop you from tasting him.

You swear you’re dripping on the floor as your pussy flutters at his pleased words. You could touch yourself but all your energy and attention goes to pleasing the man above you.

The pain of kneeling hard wood floor for an extended period of time doesn’t bother you and the ache on your jaw is barely noticeable because all your concentration is on Joel and making him feel good.

Joel continues to set the pace, his grip tight on your scalp. “Fuck, just like that,” he moans when you tease the crown of his cock expertly.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Joel’s voice lilts in a reprimanding voice.

A string of saliva connects you to the tip of him as your hand continuing to work on the rest of his length.

Joel takes note of your red rimmed eyes and flushed nose as well as in your swollen lips and moussed hair. The picture of you completely filthy and sexy.

Joel cups the back of your neck, bringing you up to his height. He brings you into a sloppy kiss consisting of teeth and tongue and saliva. Joel loves that can taste himself in your mouth. A job well done.

You straddle his lap so his cock grazes your dripping pussy, tugging needily at his tshirt. “Take it off,” you beg. Your lips separate for a brief second as the shirt comes off before they smash back together.

He complies but quickly reminds himself that this all started because you were calling him old. He can’t be quick to reward you.

You foolishly believe that’s it and you get to have him. Eagerly you try to sink into his cock but he holds you still, not letting you take him to the hilt.

“Who’s the tease now?” You pant against his lips, stealing another long kiss before whispering in his ear begging him to take you, to use you.

“I like to see you begging for it.” That’s Joel’s response as he pushes you off of him.

You protest but fall silent when he removes his remaining clothes. God you’re like a teenager desperate to fuck with clothes and all.

It drives Joel nuts the way you look at him with lust filled eyes. You bite your lip as you take him in all his glory, hands reaching to touch his chest.

He pulls you back to him, his cock wedged between the two of you. The saliva covering it, sticking to your skin. He cups your face, “You have something to say?”

“Nope.”

Joel to cos his head in disappointment, pushing you into bed and maneuvering you till your head is buried in the pillows and your ass is high in the air. It’s tinged a dozen shades of pink and red from his hands.

You wiggle your hips offering yourself to him. Air hits your pussy, giving you an idea of how aroused you are. That’s what happens whenever you have the pleasure of going down in Joel.

Joel grips himself, spreading his pre before pumping his hand. Smack. His hand flies down to strike your ass once more. Your back arches when Joel teases your entrance with the tip. He runs it up and down your slit, wetting it with your slick. He lightly pushes into you so only the tip is inside before he pulls out again.

“Please fuck me,” you plead breathlessly, attempting to rock back to get more of him inside you.

Joel laughs. “Now you’re nice and polite. Is there something else you want to tell me?” He asks expecting an apology.

“No,” you repeat stubbornly.

He’ll get you soon enough. There’s no way you’ll resist.

Joel’s cock brushes against your clit, making you jump and moan. He does it again and again. Your pussy clenches desperately wanting him inside of you.

“You sure? You don’t want to apologize?” He gives you another chance. Sinking his cock deeper into you to give you a taste before he pulls out.

You huff and pout but you can’t take it anymore. You need him. “I’m sorry!”

“Now, was that so hard,” Joel grunts, pushing his length all the way in, rewarding you.

You bury your head into the pillow, stifling the guttural moan that rips from your throat. You could die like this suffocated and blissfully impaled on Joel’s cock and be happy.

With a tight grip on your waist Joel fucks into you at his own pace, watching how easily you accept him, covering him with your essence. It feels fucking fantastic.

His skin slaps against yours rhythmically. You swear you can cum at that moment but Joel knows all your tells and he slows his pace, pushing into you only when the tip remains. Long, slow strokes keeping you from cumming.

“I wanna cum,” you cry out frustrated but he ignores you, edging you.

“If you want to cum tonight you have to stop calling me old,” Joel grits. This is torture for him as much as it is for you.

“I said I’m sorry,” you sob into the pillow, your back arching as you try and take matters into your own hands. Smack, another spank, warning you to stop.

“Will you stop calling me grandpa?”

You have the audacity to fucking hesitate. He’s serious about not letting you cum but he’s confident he’ll get you to cave in.

Joel pulls out his cock when you refuse to answer. He instantly misses the warmth and tightness of your walls. His cock is soaked with your slick, a creamy white substance covering him from root to tip.

Licking his middle and ring fingers he replaces his cock, feeling your walls clench around them. He pumps them angling them downward to reach that spot inside of you, his other hand pressing on your lower back so you arch more.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp when this thumb presses on your bud. An orgasm quickly building. “Please Joel.” You wanted to cum around his cock not his fingers but at this point you’ll take anything you can get. Your mind is completely clouded and years for release.

“Did you reconsider what you wanted to call me?” Joel curves his fingers, quickening the pace.

“Yes,” you whine as your hips grind against his hand.

“And what’s that?” His fingers are sticky, your essence dripping down his hand.

“Please, daddy,” you cry abashedly, hiding your reddening face in the pillows.

“I didn’t hear ya’ darlin’. How about you look at me when you speak?” Joel dares to say while his fingers continue to drive into you.

Fuck, your legs are shaking and the knot continues to tighten in your belly. You have to say it or Joel will stop. You turn your head to meet his eyes, “Please, daddy.”

“That’s more like it,” Joel’s raspy voice says, removing his fingers when you’re at the cusp once more.

You audibly groan in frustration but it’s interrupted when Joel eases his cock back into you Fucking you just as you want it, hard and fast.

The bed sheets are fisted in your hands as you hold on. Your nipples brushing against the bed with each thrust. It doesn’t take long at all for you both to titer over the edge. Your pussy squeezing tightly around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

When Joel pulls out you fall to lie on your stomach, catching your breath. He lies beside you doing the same. Sharing a glance you both start laughing.

“Next time you want it rough just tell me,” Joel shakes his head at you. He knew all along and yet it still pissed him off.

“It’s not the same, honey,” you sigh, kissing his shoulder. The nearest part of him you can reach without moving too much.

The following morning you wake up with a kink in your back and Joel being the ever loving husband brings you painkillers to bed where you’re lying still, “Take these grandma. They’ll make you feel better.”

He won’t ever call you ‘grandma’ again. The daggers you sent him were fucking terrifying.

listen...typically i'm not the biggest fan of the daddy kink...but when it works, it works

#fanfiction #nicksolemnlyswears #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller #tlou #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction

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topmalereaderblog · 1 year ago

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Pedro Pascal // Mature Thought ⚠️

Pedro felt like such a pervert at the moment he was currently fingering his hairy hole while smelling his husband's dirty underwear. They were still ripe and smelled like him so much. How could Pedro resist the pre-cum stains on then just make it even better.

He never really understood why he got so horny from his partner's scent it just sort of happened. Maybe it was the thought of his partner exercising in them with his hairy big cock stuffed inside them his sweaty ball marking their claim in them but overall he didn't care he just felt embarrassed by it.

He had so many things he wanted to try with you but was scared of what you might think, and one of those things was you and him having post-workout sex both of your hairy sweaty bodies rubbing against each other shit the thought made him want to cum and that why he resorted to this your dirty underwear was the closest he'll get.

"Shit~," Pedro grunted as he tried to put his fingers in deeper his hairy legs were spread open with his left hand, holding your underwear. What would you think of him would you be grossed out or turned out would you be willing to experiment or stay simple.

The questions in his head slowly faded as his orgasm was approaching he felt that knot in his stomach, sure it didn't feel as intense when you were fucking but at least it satisfied him enough. His mind drafted to the thought of you him locking your sweaty body, making sure to get every spot you.

"Fucking hell," he grunted as his cum spilled out onto his hairy body. Grabbing your underwear and cleaning himself off, making sure he pulled back his foreskin to ensure his penis was also cleaned he made his way to the hamper and threw the now cum covered underwear inside.

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pedros-husband · 1 year ago

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you feel bad about your scars

pedro pascal characters x male reader

characters included: javier pena, joel miller, javi gutierrez, marcus moreno, ezra, din djarin, frankie morales, agent whiskey, silva, oberyn martell, dave york, dieter bravo, tim rockford, and dio morrisey.

javier pena: he doesn't understand why you don't like your scars, he has tons, and your always talking about how much you like his, so why are yours any different? he's not good with words, so instead he'll show you just how much he loves your scars, whether its gingerly kissing over each one, or a more steamy approach in the sheets.

joel miller: he himself has been self-conscious about his scars, to him they're a reminder of mistakes he's made, fuck ups. but it's a completely different story with yours. he's all over you the moment you say something about them. he was never a touchy lovey-dovey guy, even before the breakout, but when he met you, you changed it all. so, he'll wrap you up in blankets on the couch and put a random movie on that ellie stole from bill's, it's not like you two are going to watch it anyway with the way he's thinking og showing you he loves them anyway....

javi gutierrez: he loves every part of you, and when i say love i mean LOVES, adores, worships, you a GOD to him (in a cute way not a weird way)s o when you shy away from his touch when he traces over your scars, he pouts like a puppy. cue the- " mi hermoso why don't you like your scars? i think they are adorable", and with your permission, he will kiss every single one, muttering little words in between like 'my handsome man' and 'gorgeous'. hes such a sweet golden retriever boy i can't

marcus moreno: he thinks scars are just a normal part of your body (even if its from sh/surgery) so he sees them as a part of YOU, and he loves all of you, therefore he loves them just as much. if you comment on how insecure they make you feel, he'll wrap you up in his arms and cuddle you, pressing kisses to your neck and whispering 'they are part of you my love, and you are so very beautiful...my handsome husband.'

ezra: he doesn't really know how to comfort you on it, but he still assures you that he finds you very handsome and attractive both with or without scars, they don't define you and in his eys, you are perfect in everyway.

din djarin: he is a very shy boy that isn't great with words or affection but he want to show you that he finds you beautiful and even loves your scars ESPECIALLY, so he flips the autopilot on and grabs your wrist (gently), pulling you to the bunk room, he switches off the light and drags you into the bunk, wrapping himself around you and tracing over your scars with his fingers for hours on end until you fall sleep with a smile. its an unspoken sort of love but you can almost hear his thoughts as he delicately traces over the dark lines on you skin.

frankie morales: he's had his fair share of scars from being in the military, so when he hears your concerns about yours, he understands. He's hated his because they remind him of all the people he's had to kill, at the lives lost from his hands, so he will pamper you completely and re-assure you that yours scars are beautiful, and a part of you that he loves very much.

agent whiskey (jack daniels): he also practically worships your body so hes nearly enraged at the fact that you DON'T see your body and scars the same way, he whisks you up into his arms (get it :0) and nearly throws you down onto the bed, crawling on top of you and showering your whole body in kisses, his hands gliding over the lines off each scar and whispering in your ear how handsome they are, and just how much he loves them, and you.

silva: hes shy so it's hard for him to express just how much he loves them, but he wants you to love them too so he'll at least attempt to comfort you, stumbling over his words a bit but getting the point across nonetheless, and the thought makes your heart melt a little anyway.

oberyn martell: physical affection is basically the only way this man can communicate his feelings towards you, so that is what he does, during a steamy make-out session or passionate sex, where he'll focus on telling you just how much they turn him on/he loves them, and make sure you do not leave that bed/room until you feel the same way about them that he does.

Dave york: he has also been in the military, so he has his scars too, but you made him love his, meaning he's confused how you don't love yours too. he'll take both your clothes off, (in a non sexual way) and carefully trace his fingertips over your scars, mumbling about how they tell a story, then he'll sit back in his chair and let you do the same,occasionally piping in about a particular scar that he used to hate, that you made him love.

dieter bravo: he doesn't have that many scars so he doesn't fully understand why they would make you insecure or be worried about them, to him your still his handsome boyfriend and scars don't change that.

tim rockford: there is no way you couldn't love them, because tim reminds you how much he loves the every chance he gets. he thinks your scars are awesome, whether they are from self harm or a surgery, he will look at them and touch them for hours, just marvelling at them with big eyes, and will ask you details about how you got them (if your comfortable with it), and mumble about how sexy they are, and how much he loves his handsome boyfriend

dio morrisey: he thinks they're badass and goth as hell. if you say otherwise, he'll simply cut you off and just tell you to stop being so stupid. he thinks they're cute, but he won't admit that. he's a tough love kinda guy, but you see through it and can kind of read what hes really thinking and feeling about them anyway.

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So I don’t know if anyone noticed but I deleted my Frankie fic from my page because I got SO self conscious about it and I probably won’t venture near the smut region again for a while because I overthought it so much… anyway hope you like this little thing :)

#joel miller #male reader #pedro pascal x reader #joel tlou #frankie morales #oberyn martell #oberyn martel x reader #male x male #dio morrissey #agent whiskey #jack daniels #tim rockford #dave york #ezra prospect #javi gutierrez #marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader

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odetodilfs · 1 year ago

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Decisions

A/N: here's the Oberyn fanfic I promised to make for pride month, this was so amazing to write and it's also my first time working with sub!Oberyn rather than your typical, dominant one.

Pairing: sub!bottom!Oberyn Martell x dom!top!male!reader

Warnings: SMUT, Light bondage, rough sex, ass eating but just a little bit (reader giving), begging, breeding, established relationship (marriage), hickeys, spit as lube (and kind of manhandling?).

Summary: Who knew an argument over what color the flowers at the dining table for guests could turn out so hot?

(Please reblog if you liked this, support your writers!)

“Oberyn, the flowers outside should be purple, they give a less… contrasting image to the wooden table!” you protested, it was funny really, how you two as kings bickered more over extremely trivial things such as what color the flowers would be on the table for when you invited guests. “But the yellow is more fearless, you know what I mean?” he defiantly asked, “God- purple and brown go better together…” you kept trying to argue your point,

“Well-” you cut Oberyn off, “Well nothing! It’s useless that we have a fight over some flowers” you crossed your arms

“Okay… I challenge you to a fight, whoever wins gets to pick” he smirked at you, you liked the idea, your husband was a good fighter, but maybe you could win this once, “No swords, of course” he laughed,

“Fine, I’ll fight with you” and you both got ready to fight.

You immediately grabbed onto him, you had done this in the past, whoever pinned the other one down and counted to 5 first would win, now.. normally you lost, so the odds were against you. You managed to grab his hand and pinched it slightly, causing him to yell out in pain, you took the chance and pushed him towards your bed, both of you landing on your knees as you continued trying to overpower the other. Lucky for you, Oberyn had muscle soreness from yesterday’s training so he was slightly weaker. When he grabbed you, you strongly gripped his hands and held them together on your own, pushing him down on his back, “One,” you said, his struggling face gave away that he was not eager to lose, “Two” he fought more and more but your grasp was too strong. “Three” his movements were starting to weaken and he was starting to face the fact he was losing “Four, five” you let go of his hands now that he was lost, he was breathing heavily from the effort, all sweaty.. and so were you, but the way his legs were open… you were starting to get ideas, “How about something more.. it’s my first time winning against you.. I deserve a prize” you smirked, caressing his thigh, Oberyn let out a loud moan… it was one of the few times where the man was submissive, and goddamn was it hot.

You brought a hand to his belt, undoing it and letting his robe fall open, then, you started to lower his pants.. “H-hey- c-careful there!” he whined, he would’ve wanted to fuck if he had won, he was just mad you had control because for the first time you’d won. He was so vulnerable.. perfect to ruin him in revenge for all the times he had done it to you…

You took off his pants and kept his legs wide open, “Please- please have mercy-” Oberyn pleaded. You tied his belt around his hands, immobilizing him as he moaned in pleasure, a weird pleasure of finally having to submit to you. You spit on your cock, and went down to his hole, licking it softly, “Ah~” Oberyn moaned over and over as your tongue roamed the sensitive skin of his hole, taking the chance to lube him up even more, but you were determined to stay down there until he begged for your cock. It was 5 minutes of eating his ass until you heard those pretty words come out of his mouth, “Please- give me your dick- please” he said, in a tone that made it clear he was unfamiliar with begging but also extremely turned on.

“Good boy, begging for me” you smirked, enjoying the feel of the different sensation. You slowly started working your dick inside him, he was so tight, he also squirmed a lot.. he was being a brat. “Stay put” you demanded, and he kept resisting… you realized he was not gonna obey if you were nice, so you took his tied hands and pressed them against the bed with your right hand, “I said stay put” you looked at him in the eyes.

“Shut up and fuck me” he said, with an angry, desperate look on his face, trying to get one last bit of dominance, you started to pound into him, you were doing what he wanted, but you watched as he turned into putty, his whimpers slowly getting louder and louder. You started to stroke his dick, just to tease him, not fast enough to get him closer, “Ah~” he whimpered loudly as you sank fully into him. The sight of him like this was incredibly hot, his gritted teeth in pleasure as his arms were lifted over his head, giving a view of his underarms, his chest muscles, his neck… which you sucked a few hickeys on.

You roughly fucked the man on your bed, enjoying the feeling of having him all to yourself. Dominant King Oberyn Martell, the man who was always strong and proud, turned into this. A moaning mess of a man, getting roughly fucked by his husband on their bed and close to an orgasm, “Ha- ah~ I’m close~” he moaned, finding this extremely hot now… “Be a good boy and cum for me” you demanded, basking in the feeling of being able to call him that, you should definitely turn the tables more often…

Oberyn came with a loud moan, all over himself, his stomach and your body, you just smirked as you kept fucking his prostate into overstimulation, “F-fuck- s-stop..” he weakly moaned, but you were dead set on cumming now. You wanted it inside him, to let the man know he was yours. The overstimulation had his mind clouded, all he could feel was the pleasurable burn of your dick in him. Your thrusts got even rougher and sloppier, until you groaned, “Fuck- Oberyn-” as you spilled your load inside him, not submissively this time, but rather, to claim him.

“Oh my god~” he moaned, his robe still half on, you untied his hands and looked at him, your cum leaking out of his ass, him breathing heavily, hickeys all over his neck and hands still above his head. “Good boy” you kissed him dearly on the lips, like you hadn’t just slutted him out a few minutes ago. “F-fine- the flowers will be purple..” he sighed,

“Good” you smirked, spooning him as a feeble apology for your roughness.

#oberyn martell #oberyn martell x male reader #oberyn martel x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal characters #gay #x male reader #top male reader #sub oberyn

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aliorsboxostuff · 2 years ago

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MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS OPEN!

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. Please be aware that i write based on my current fixations. Fixations may vary in how much i want to write them so i’ll be ranking from the MOST interested to the LEAST interested but will write. Please be patient in waiting for your fics as i, sadly, have IRL work to worry about too!

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut

Platonic or Romantic relationships

Kid!reader (ONLY platonic-parental relationships)

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST!

Current immediate fixation:

HOUSE MD (Up to s2)

Gregory House

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Lisa Cuddy

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

MORTAL KOMBAT 1

Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

Tomas Vrbada

Syzoth

HONKAI STAR RAIL

Boothill

Welt

Sampo

Gallagher

Dr. Ratio

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

Less interested (but will write) Fixations:

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands.

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

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znerac · 1 year ago

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First Job || Pedro Pascal x FtM!Reader

Forgive me i was up all night finishing this and i don't have time to proofread so 😭 good luck!

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x FtM!Reader. Word count: 5.8k. Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Pedro calls you a 'good boy', Reader only has top surgery but it isn't mentioned, Oral (R receiving), Unprotected piv, Alcohol, no y/n Summary: Reader flies to LA from Canada to pursuit in his first official acting job. And immediately he and Pedro hit it off. When the readers coworker invites the group to a bar, you and pedro end up at your hotel room.

A/N: I hope it was okay writing from a ftm perspective!! 😭 i don't see enough male/transmasc fics (or at all) and figured I'd just write my own for those interested. Anyways, please enjoy! ^^

"Are you sure you can do this on your own honey?" you mother asked, handing you your suitcase. Giving her a soft smile you nodded "I'm an adult, Mom. I'll be fine." you said, now walking into the airport. "Okay.. But please call me when you land. And tell me how everything goes. This is your first role, i want to know everything" she said with a smile. You chuckled, "i will. You've been my biggest supporter, how could i not?" you said, checking the time. "Shit, sorry i have to go now. I don't want to miss my flight" you said, leaning over and kissing your moms cheek. "I promise I'll call you. Love you" you called with a smile, before rushing off to go through security and have your bag be set on the plane.

Around ten minutes later you finally boarded the plane, luckily getting a window seat. You were crawling with excitement, You had been waiting ages to get a decent role in a show, and now you had it.

Relaxing into your seat, you took out your phone to send a few messages to your friends and family before you had to take off. And when the plane started, You set your phone away and watched out the window. You always liked flying, only this time you were alone. But you were excited to finally reach out of your parents clutch to act more like the adult you were, And get on the road of fame. Hopefully. It was your dream to inspire others.

For the most part you kept your eyes out the window, Or drew in your sketchbook. The lady who sat beside you chatted with you for a bit, and you told her what you were flying to LA for. She seemed happy to be hearing about your job, and even wished you good luck. It wasn't a long flight, Alberta to LA was only about four hours, lucky you.

Once landed, you spent a painful amount of time looking for your bags. And when you found them, had to catch a cab. You would have to settle into your hotel room before meeting anyone on set. Just to grab your scripts and meet the other actors you would be working with. Calling your mom on the ride since you did infact promise her you would.

Letting out a sigh you plopped your suitcase on your hotel rooms bed. It was going to be a long couple of months of filming. And you considered having an early sleep tonight. But inevitably you'd probably just stay up all night rehearsing and practicing your lines. You were nervous to say the least, but you were determined to get this role perfect.

"Okay so you'll have a car parked outside waiting for you, That'll take you to the set and we can speak there. Don't worry, you'll do great"

You nodded along, phone tucked between your head and shoulder as you pushed your shoes on. "Right, Thanks, I'll be there as soon as i can" you replied, hanging up and rushing out the door. Your new agent was strict, but you didn't mind. Anything to get your lazy ass up and ready.

When you arrived, your agent met you at the door and lead you inside. "Okay, So this is where you'll be meeting everyone every weekday for the next few months. From here the directors and stage crew will assist you. Your trailer is out back for when your getting ready. Your script is also in there, organized by day and acts in the folders. Today everyone is just getting familliar with each other and taking a peek at their scripts." she stated, and you held back a groan. Too much information for a Saturday, You wished you could of slept instead.

You ignored the rest of the words your agent was spouting and looked around the room. Seeing a few familiar faces from different movies and shows. Well, might as well get to know them, right? As a new actor it might be good to get to know a few. Maybe you'd get tips or even make a few friends. While debating on who'd you'd try to walk up to, someone beat you to it.

"Hey, haven't seen your face before."

You turned around, Smiling at the new face. "Oh, uh he- hi, Nice to meet you" you said, putting your hand out. Great way to start the day off, Awkward as usual. The guy furrowed his brows with a grin, and shook your hand. "So your the new actor Davids been talkin about I'm guessing?" he asks, then tucks his hands in his pockets. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. It was that obvious? "Yeah.. First big job I've got. I'm terrified" you joked, making him chuckle. "I remember my first job. Oh, and I'm Pedro, nice to meet you" he said with a smile. You returned it and replied with your name.

"Well, come on. I'll introduce you to everyone. Might as well, since your stayin for a couple months" he offered, and took you around. You liked how Pedro was easygoing, good with getting along with others. It was hard to find people like that. And you found yourself clinging to this guy for the rest of the day, a bit afraid to go anywhere else. Since he was the only 'familiar' one you knew.

He even took you to your trailer and let you know how most things went around. You were thankful, and it clearly showed. "So, Where'd you come from?" he asks, sitting on the small couch as you looked through the folders. "Oh I'm from Alberta. What about you?" you asked, turning around and leaning against the counter.

"Chile. Two pretty different places, yeah?"

You nodded, "god yeah. Ones too cold most of the year and what, chile is hot?" pedro laughed, and the two of you kept chatting. Learning few stuff about the other, How he usually got killed off as characters and whatnot. You found him funny, and immediately felt comfortable around him.

Looking at your watch, you hummed and your stomach growled. "Think its time to get somethin to eat" you muttered, "you hungry Pedro? I can order us some food." you offered, "Sure, but let me pay. You shouldn't be paying when its your first day here" he stated with a soft smile. You bit your inner cheek, "how about we split the bill instead, i don't want you paying full" you stated, getting your phone out. Before pedro could protest you were already on skip. "Do you just want me to order a pizza or something? I don't really know what's good around here" you offered, looking back up from your phone. "Sure, Easy food."

After eating you decided to go back to your hotel, the next few days for you were busy. Being on set and learning your lines and staging were tough. It was very different from acting classes and such, being on an actual set and such. It was very intimidating, but pedro reassured you it was easier than you thought.

You bit your lip, pacing in your trailer as you practiced your lines alone. Sitting on your couch with a huff. "Why didn't we get more time-" you mumbled to yourself, closing your eyes and going through the whole thing in your mind. Focus, you could do this!

You almost didn't notice when the door opened and your agent walked in. "Get up. You have to change and be on set in ten" she rushed, and just when you thought you had it. "Okay- okay give me a second-"

"We don't have time. David won't be happy if your late." she said, grabbing your hand and pulling you out. You let out a groan, Following her to the dressing room where a crew did your makeup and helped you get into costume. It was a stressful eight minutes of your time, and now you were off-stage. Watching the scene before you.

Pedro looked over, Nugding your arm. "Hey, you'll be alright. Your first scenes with me so I'll be there" he said with a comforting smile, his eyes looking you up and down. "You look good." he stated, and you smiled "thanks.. So do you" you replied. Pedro nodded and when it was time for your characters to be in the scene, you went on and moved with him.

Thankfully, previous days you had done this scene and others. You felt decently prepared, the only thing making you nervous was that it was being recorded.

You were holding up well, The scene was almost done. And you were confident that you could do it. That was, Until you froze. Forgetting the line that you had been worrying about. Freezing in the middle of the set, trying to wrack your brain for the line you were supposed to say. It felt like a big deal, getting the filming done first try. And when they yelled 'cut' you could feel the dread settle in your stomach.

You could hear david call your name "whats up, why won't you say your line?" he yelled, not mad but you felt like you were in trouble. Pedro looked over at you, as did the other actors. You felt like you couldn't speak.

"I uh- um.. I forgot what i was gonna say-" you mumbled, looking around.

David sighed, "Fine. Everybody take five to look over your scripts."

Pedro walked over and patted you on the back. "Good Job. You did pretty well". You felt your mouth go dry at his words, he was being sincere. But you couldn't help but feel guilty, Hearing a few of the other actors say your name and complain a bit. "Hey, don't sweat it. This happens all the time. Usually we have a scriptor up but i guess they thought we wouldn't need it" he said, hand lasting on your shoulder. You bit your tongue, wiping your eyes. Pedro's look softened and he pulled you into a little hug. "Hey- hey its okay, this happens all the time, honest to god. No need to feel bad about it"

The feeling of his arms wrapped around you made you relax a bit, although you still couldn't help the feeling. "I know. I just thought i was doing so well-! I was so ready but i blew my first scene. The rehearsals went good-" Pedro laughs "good rehearsals usually mean a few bloopers. Lets get you some water, then hop back on set." he said, taking you to one of the tables and handing you a water bottle, that you happily chugged down about half of.

The rest of the day on set went pretty well, actually. Now you sat down next to Pedro, and a few other actors. "What happened earlier, what made you freeze up so badly when you forgot your line?" Amanda asked, She was another actor who welcomed you in immediately. "I don't know. I could of just like, improved but nothing came to mind." you hummed, Drinking the gross coffee that the crew set out. "Happens to the best of us. I don't know why Diane made such a big deal out of it, Since it literally happens all the time."

Amanda's face lit up, "say, today went well, aannd its friday.. We had a long week of practice. You guys wanna go out and get a drink?" she asked, and the others at the table immediately agreed. Your eyes lit up, "i could use a drink. What about you, P?" you asked, turning to your friend. Pedro nodded, "i know a good bar. I'll order us a cab."

The thought of a drink to settle your nerves and relax for the weekend sounded great. As you all piled into a cab, you were luckily enough to catch front seat. And at the club, You all sat around a big table. The only difference being now you all had alcohol in your hands, and loud music blaring.

Amanda was kind enough to pay for the first few rounds, mostly because she wanted to get you talking and to open up. And of course it worked, you slurred slightly and replied to any questions asked.

"Daaamnn.. Did you see that guy over in the corner? Man had a cake" Amanda slurred, laughing as the boys in the group either made a joke or fake gagged. You couldn't help but fake a gag, though silently try to find the apparent dumptruck she had went on about. Blushing as she caught you looking. "Man, you looking out for caked up guys over there?"

You swatted at her hand, "shut up, a guy can appreciate a good cake anytime he wants"

Amanda wiggled her brows, "if your lucky you should bring one back to the hotel, if you know what i meaan.." she teased, making your cheeks flush more "shut up! I ain't into guys, no way-" you said, worried. The group laughed, and you couldn't help but join. You needed the laughter, and at this point they were probably too tipsy to care about your preferences.

For a second you felt a weight gain on your shoulder, making you confused. That was until you found Pedro leaning against you. You couldn't help but look at his hair, slight curls and a nice brown. You couldn't help the urge to want to play with it, the alcohol making you less afraid to ask. "Can i play with your hair?" you asked, hearing an approving hum from the other. Making you smile as you lifted you hand up and threaded your fingers through the soft locks he had. Making you nearly awe. His hair was so soft.. You couldn't stop playing with it. Giggling softly to yourself as Pedro leant into it, humming deeply. By the sounds of it he was enjoying the attention. And you blocked out the sound of anyone teasing you for it.

Your head snapped over as another drink was set in front of you. Bringing it to your lips and taking a sip, feeling pedro's arm snake around your waist and tug you closer. Was he always this affectionate? Maybe it was the alcohol. But you didn't mind, not at all. He wasn't holding you in a weird way.

Taking another sip, you turned to see Max, another one in the group who had joined you guys, Stand up. "yo amanda, Lets hit the dance floor."

The group ended up leaving you and pedro alone to go dance.

"Sorry is this weird..?" he asked, lightening his hold on you. You shrugged, "Maybe a little. I don't mind though" you said, bringing the drink back up to your lips. "You having a good time?" you asked, turning as he sat up, hand still snaked around you. "Yeah. I'm just enjoying myself. Don't do that much at bars. Or in general" he stated. You nodded, inching closer to him. "You wanna join the others up there?" you ask, And he looked at you. "What, askin me to dance?" he asked with a smug grin.

You rolled your eyes "Damn right i am. You gonna accept or not?" Pedro let out a laugh, stood up and pulled you to your feet. "Absolutely, lets go" he said, Practically dragging you into the crowd. You laughed, being pulled closer to him. Letting your body sway to the music, Giggling as Pedro danced along with you. Eventually the two of you found your rythem and were dancing like idiots, but having the time of your life. For once you weren't worried about how others looked at you. All you cared about was having fun. And surprisingly Pedro was a great dancer, he moved and you noticed how he was definitely trying to pull a few laughs from you.

"Come on, Do what im doin" he called, pressing his back up against yours and doing a little dance. You chuckled and tried to copy him, failing and ended up just moving a little while your eyes was on the other. He smiled and stood straight, "Hey, you were the one who asked to dance. Show me what you got" he said, pointing towards you. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. "Clearly I'm not as talented. And we've been dancing for a good fifteen minutes! Lets go grab another drink" you said, turning on your foot to head to the bar. Pedro leapt forward and put a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, let me buy. And then we can head upstairs, theres another bar on the rooftop" he said with a grin, walking with you to the bar. After grabbing your drinks and letting pedro pay for the two of you. He lead you to the rooftop where there was in fact, another bar and dance floor. But it was slightly more crowded with few seats available in the corner.

He took you to the more secluded corner and sat you in the booth, sitting beside you. "Didn't realize it was late already" he stated, pointing to the night sky. Taking a sip of your drink you nodded, looking over at him. His brown puppy eyes locking in to yours. After a bit of time you heard a familiar voice speak up, "so this is where you guys went. Was afraid if i got max to look in the mens room you two would be makin a mess of the place" amanda teases, sitting across from the two of you. You rolled your eyes "told you already, Amanda. I'm not into guys" you said, and she scoffed "whatever, you wouldn't admit it either way" she stated, stealing your drink and taking a sip. "Why'd you guys come up here then? Its more crowded."

You shrugged, and pedro sat up. "Night air is nice. Plus you guys can be a little-" he paused, "Too much" he said with a grin. "I mean, you've been teasing our pal for something he might not even be. He might not want us to know anyways." he stated, "you push it he might run off" he said, leaning back into the booth.

Amanda rolled her eyes, "sure. Oh and," She leant towards you, "i can always get you with Max, he's single and likes guys-"

Pedro set his hand on the table with a 'thump'. "Amanda, Enough" he said, a bit of a defensive play to his tone. Amanda gave him a smirk and nodded, backing up. "Alright fine! I'll leave you guys to it then!" she said, slipping your drink back to you and leaving.

You sighed, "shes alot to handle." you groaned, taking a big drink of your beverage. "Yeah. She pushes it alot" he said, taking a slug of his. "Sky's kind-of pretty. Not as nice as home, though" you state. "Yeah? Not much light pollution there?" pedro asks, leaning onto the table a little. "Yeah! A lot of the time its a super dark sky, lots of stars. If your lucky, you catch the northern lights too" you say, smiling a little. Pedro nodded with a smile, "interestin. Never seen them before." he said, and you sat up with a grin. "When the shows done you should totally come and visit, I'll take you to a nice spot or something where we can see them really well" you offered, "sounds like a deal" he replied.

After another hour or so of conversating, you two got comfortable and you leant up against pedro. The alcohol hitting you both pretty hard as you couldn't stop doing little dances and laughing at the stupid jokes you both made. And at one point, you two were just staring comfortably together.

"So, earlier when amanda asked if you liked guys, were you lyin or are you actually not into them?" Pedro asked with a slur, downing the rest of his drink. You hummed, placing your glass down. "I lied" you said with a playful grin, "i din't want anyone to tease me or anythin. I hate gettin set up and, who knows, y'all coulda been against me for it" you rambled, and The other nodded. "bah, their all harmless. But amanda had no right to push you, or ask you if you wanted to hook up with max" he said, a bit of a groan to the end of his sentance. You grinned at that, leaning towards him, "yeah you got pretty pressed at that. You aren't jealous are you-?" you teased with a slur.

Pedro's eyes hardened and he looked away, "No, and so what if i was? S'not like you'd be into it, would you?" he retorted, grinning. You laughed, "sounds like you miiight be into it" you continued to tease, feeling his hand appear on your thigh. "Nooo, Never" he said, sarcasm lacing his tone. There was a moment where you two stared at each other. And then the next, you both crashed your lips against anothers. Humming at the taste of liquor on his lips, you slipped your hand to the back of his neck and slipped it into his hair. Pedro groaned into the kiss, taking your cheek into his hand and pressing harder into the kiss.

Tugging softly on his hair you were able to pull more groans from him, and he was absolutely loving it. The feeling of your drunken lips on one another and somehow having the perfect rythem was- it was amazing. Before you knew it, his free hand was lightly feeling up your chest. And he pulled you into his lap with a hum, grasping your thighs and moving to leave kisses down your Jaw and your neck. You let out a hum and placed your hands on his shoulders as he continued to suck and nibble at your skin, leaving just barely visible pink marks. He let out a groan of frustration when he felt his phone buzz, pulling it out and looking at the notification. "Others are leavin." he mumbled, looking up at you.

You bit your lip, "tell em we'll catch a new one" you said, waiting for him to finish typing and put his phone down before you pressed your lips desperately against his. He met with the same energy, his hand tangling itself in your hair. Usually you weren't one for one night stands. But your drunken mind could care less, the heat in your chest wasn't just from the alcohol now. Or, in your pants.

Pedro pulled away with a pant, looking around briefly. "Maybe we should call a cab, we don't exactly need the pap catchin us like this" he said with a nervous chuckle. You bit your lip, and nodded. "Sure- we can go to my hotel if you'd like" you offered, to which he sent you a nod and grabbed his phone while you shuffled off of his lap. Nervously looking around at the mention of the paparazzi was etching at your nerves. Which were quickly soothed by pedros hands sliding around you with a couple kisses to your nape. "Lets go" he said quietly before you both got out, and walked downstairs. There was a sway in both of your walks, which you both giggled a little at. Waiting outside on the curb you watched as a cab pulled up, and you slid in saying the address. Pedro slipped in beside you and did his seatbelt, as well as yours. His hand was comfortably on your thigh the whole was as you both talked nonesense to eachother. Surprising you both when you got to your destination, and pedro paid without a thought.

Getting out you fumbled for the key in your pocket and lead him to the elevator, and walked inside. Almost immediately when the doors closed and the button to the floor was pressed, pedro pulled you in and kissed you again. Your soft lips on his and still tasting the faint alcohol on his breath. You groaned as he pressed you gently against the elevator wall, feeling up your sides and just slightly under your shirt. Scaring you both at the ding of the elevator when the door opened. But laughing as it arrived on your floor. You took him by the hand and practically dragged the other to your room, playing with the key until it worked and scurried inside, taking your shoes off and barely managing to get the first off before pedro's hands were on you.

This time he pressed you firmly up against the wall, kissing you a bit harder, more lust built into it than anything. You blushed a little, putting your hands on his sides and sliding your hands up underneath his shirt. Feeling his slight-stomach and pecs making your face redder. He was just your type. You let out a hum as his lips traveled from yours to your jaw, then just under your ear.

"You sure you wanna do all this-?" he asked, panting softly from the lack of air. You thought for a second, a bit of anxiety creeping up. "Um, yeah- but i have to tell you something" you urged, feeling his hands come to rest gently on your hips. "Whats that?" he replied, looking into your eyes. You bit your lip, you had to tell him. It wouldn't be fair not to- right? "I'm well- not like, most guys, yknow? I- don't have the like- normal bits n stuff like-" you stammered, royally fucking up your 'coming out' to this guy. He chuckled, "not all guys have dicks, i get it" he said, easing your anxiety with the little joke. "So you still-?"

He smirked, "i think you know the answer" he said, pulling you towards him to meet his hips. You nearly gasped at the feeling of his bulge there, and he went in and kissed you again.

He began to lift up your shirt and only broke the kiss for a second to take it off of you. Slowly grinding his hips against yours, making you shiver and whine slightly as it turned you on further. He pulled away to admire you, licking his lips and grinning as his eyes met yours again. He let you remove his shirt, gently guiding you to the bed afterwards. "M'gonna make my boy feel real good, kay?" he hummed, watching your knees hit the matress causing you to fall back and sit on the bed. All you could do was nod, meeting his lips as he leant down to kiss you. He let his hand wander to the hem of your pants, slipping under the waistband and sliding over your boxers. Groaning into the kiss as his fingers glided over your slick-coated boxers.

"Already baby?" he teased softly, feeling the wet fabric again with a content hum. Your cheeks went hot, and you avoided looking at him in embarrassment. But corrected that quickly. "Uh uh, you've gotta look at me. Or I'll stop what I'm doin" he stated, watching your eyes travel back to his before he grinned "Good boy" he mumbled, making you moan out softly just from the petname itself, making your arousal flush throughout your body. He chuckled, "you like that? You like bein' my good boy?" he asked, carefully slipping his hand under the strap of your boxers and letting a finger glide through your folds, pulling another moan from you.

"Mmm.. M'gonna make this pretty boy feel amazin" he groaned, ducking his digit in slightly to gather your slick before rubbing circles around your sensitive clit. You whimpered and grabbed his wrist, then changed to grab the bed so he didn't get the wrong idea. He hummed, looking down at your crotch, before back at your face. "Want me to get down between those pretty thighs of you, handsome?" he asked, and you nodded, "Yes, please-!" you said a little too quickly, blushing at the grin on his face. "M'alright then" he said, and with one quick move, removed both your pants and boxers down and off of you.

You gasped at the cold air, making you shiver. "Pedro i-" you paused, seeing his eyes dart to yours. "I don't- like being in the open" you admitted softly, and he bit his lip with a nod. "Here.." he said, getting up and shutting off the lights and closing the curtains. As much as he wanted to get to business right away- he was also keen on you being comfortable. Even in a somewhat-drunk state. "Lay down. Under the covers" he instructed, in which you followed, a little confused. Before you knew it, he was under those covers, and in between your legs.

"You- you didn't have to-" you began, but he quickly interrupted. "You deserve to be more comfortable" he slurred, spreading your legs with his hands. "I don't mind" he mumbled, and you could feel his hot breath on your core. Squirming a little at the idea of this man eating you out. "Pedro please-" you started, but let out a gasp as you felt him drag his tongue up your folds and to your bud. He let out a groan, "tastes so good-" he muttered before he started to devour you. You moaned, instantly taking a fist full of his hair. And pedro grasped your thighs as he tasted you, using the flat of his tongue to tease and pleasure your sensitive bundle of nerves. He absolutely loved all the noises that came from you, making him groan into you and gently grind up into the matress.

The feeling of his tongue exploring you was amazing, he paid careful attention to what make you feel good, and wasn't afraid to do what made you loud. Fuck, he couldn't get enough. Lapping up your juices like he hadn't eaten in days. Your thighs squeezed his head as your back arched, small whimpers and moans pulling from your chest. God the pleasure he was giving you made you unable to think. And embarassingly enough, your climax was already itching at you.

"I- Pedro- a, slow down i'm gonna-!" you shouted, pulling on his hair in an attempt to push him away or get him to slow down. But if anything your speech letting him know he had you that close already was amusing and arousing to him. He pushed your legs open and used his tongue to perfectly abuse your clit, making you cry out and tug on his hair as you came. Moaning as you clenched around nothing, your high making you nearly see stars. Your hand holding tightly onto his hair as you calmed, breathing heavily once pedro took your wrist and crawled up so he could kiss at your collarbone. "Good boy.. Been awhile hasn't it?" he teased, rubbing your sides.

Your face felt like it was burning, biting your lip as you felt his chest with your hand. "Fuck, thats embarrassing" you laughed, causing him to chuckle. "Don't worry bout it stud. I'm not done with you anyhow" he stated, leaving wet kisses along your neck and jaw. "Yeah? Whaddia plan on doin to me?" you pressed on, a smirk evident in your voice. Pedro ground his still-clothed hips against yours, giving you a chance to feel the hard-on he had previously been ignoring. Making you gasp at the sudden contact. "Fuck, i actually can't wait" you breathed, earning another chuckle from Pedro.

He slipped his pants off and hovered over you, planting kissing all over your neck and collarbone. And just the feeling of his length digging into your thigh had you trembling. "Pedro, please" you hummed, shifting. Unable to stop thinking about how good he'd feel inside you. He let out a breath, "don't worry baby, m'gonna fill you up all nice" he said lowly, gabbing your leg and lifting it to your stomach, using his hand to help position himself right against your dripping folds. He exhaled hard. "Gonna have my boy cummin' around me all nicely" he huffed, slowly inserting himself with a groan. You couldn't help but moan out at the feeling of his cock stretching you out nicely. And fuck, you didn't think he would be this big. But when he bottomed out, you both let out a huff of air. He wrapped his arms around your stomach, kissing at your shoulders. Letting you adjust for as long as you needed, and when you jolted your hips on him, he took the hint and started slow, but it didn't last before he was slamming into you and the room filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your moans and breathing.

Pedro often changed the position slightly, looking for that sweet-spot everyone had. And once he noticed the higher-pitch and crying out, he focused on pounding repeatedly into that spot that made you see stars. You were a sweaty, moaning mess. The intense pleasure he brought you basically paralyzing you as you focused on how amazing you felt. The only things falling from your mouth now being whimpers of his name and small moans. You could barely breathe with how air got punched out of your lungs each time he bottomed out on you.

"H-Aah. Fuck- Ngh.."

Pedro was surprisingly vocal, whimpering wasn't too much of it, he would express himself with either throaty groans or little words or- well trying to be words. "Gonna make my boy feel so good- fuck 'm just right-" he groaned, not letting himself get any closer than you were. As hard as it was, he was able to control himself. That being until he felt you clenching around him, and hearing the cries of his name spilling from your mouth. He tried to coax you through your orgasm, but had to quickly pull out before his was a problem. Letting thick ropes of cum spill onto your stomach with a loud moan. For awhile the only noise in the room was both of your panting.

He bit his lip and fell to the side, humming. "Ffuck" he huffed, feeling the comfort of the bed occupy his thoughts. But he let out a grunt as he got up and stumbled to the bathroom to clean himself up, and grab you a washcloth that he cleant you up with.

He studied your face for a moment, then your body. Remembering what you told him earlier as he found your suitcase and grabbed a pair of your boxers before slipping them onto you. "Just relax handsome" he told you, tucking you back into bed when you tried to get up. You looked at him worriedly, "are you leaving?" you asked in a worried tone, making his face fall. "No, of course not" he said, crawling in with you and pulling you to his chest. Feeling your exhausted body go limp over him after a few minutes.

This was.. Definitely an eventful week.

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Joel Miller - I Have A Cure

this is one of the many fics I have stored up, enjoy

For some reason Joel has been in a slump lately, always stuck with his resting bitch face. Y/n felt bad for the man, he wanted to help yet he didn’t know what to do. He tried taking him to the bar, hanging out with him and Ellie, he even made the man a large dinner.

Ellie loved it, saying ‘how fucking good’ it was after she finished her plates. Yet Joel wouldn’t budge, not even a smile or a thanks as he ate his food. Yet now he has a plan to help the man, something he knows is flawless.

So the whole day he spent away from Joel, planning out the night for the two.

“Hey, where’s Y/n at?” Ellie asked Joel, the two were helping Tommy out with the livestock.

“I don’t know, he was gone by the time I was awake.” He replied and she nodded, still feeling skeptical about why he would just leave without even telling her. Yet her answer would be answered when she went back to the house, seeing Y/n inside sitting on the couch.

“So what’s up? You left me with Mr. Grouchy.” She told him and he laughed at the nickname, yet he was excited to hopefully help.

“I have a plan to cure Mr. Grouchy, but I need something from you.” He said and she nodded, sitting next to him. “I’m going to need you to hang out at Tommy's house for the night, or even that Dina girl.” He said with a smirk, Ellie scoffed with a blush and shoved him slightly.

“Shut up, but fine I’ll leave you two love birds alone for the night. But I expect compensation.” She said with a sick smile, Y/n laughed and nodded, shaking hands before she left the living room to pack a few items to head over to Dina’s house.

•••

As the day dwindled down Ellie left, and it was just Y/n in the house. He was anxious as he tapped his foot repeatedly on the floor, hoping for the best then the door opened. He looked over to see Joel, still looking gloomy as he had the whole week.

“Hey.” Y/n said and got up and gave the man a hug, Joel sighed and returned the hug.

“Where’s Ellie?” He asked after he pulled away from the hug.

“She’s at Dina’s house for the night, she didn’t want to interfere with us.” He replied, taking off the other man’s coat, Joel was suspicious but went with the flow. He held Y/n’s hand as they went to their shared room, and he sat on the bed.

Joel watched as Y/n left before coming back with a small cake. “Happy Birthday!” He said with a smile, Joel sighed as he finally let a smile grace his face. He looked up to his lover before kissing him softly, before it could get heated Y/n pushed him down and he whined.

“Blow out the candles first, then I’ll give you my present.” Y/n whispered into his ear and he nodded eagerly, he took a moment before blowing out the candle. “What‘d you wish for?” He asked and Joel gave a smile.

“Birthday rules, can’t tell you or it won’t come true.” He said and Y/n laughed, putting down the cake before pushing Joel down onto his back. He removed the man's shirt before he began to kiss all over his body, praising everything about the man.

Joel could feel the stress from the weeks melting from him as Y/n kept going, he held the man’s hand as he could barely speak from all the pleasure. Yet a small gasp came from him as his waist was lifted up, soon he felt the cold air from the room as his jeans and boxers were removed.

Soon he felt the warm mouth of Y/n, sucking on his dick. He moaned and held his hair softly, feeling as the other man was messing with his chest, squeezing and rubbing on them. He kept whimpering and moaning, some loud, some soft.

Yet it was pleasure nonetheless, and it was building up into a release. Yet it was as if Y/n could read his mind, or by the small bucking of Joel’s hips and he stopped sucking. The man whined but stopped when the other began to suck on his chest once again.

Soon enough Y/n had removed his pants and boxers, as he still sucked on Joel’s chest. But he moved himself up, cock resting against Joel’s face. The other man looked up and his brown eyes made Y/n go crazy, so he slowly opened the man’s mouth as he put his dick in his mouth.

Then Joel began to suck, feeling Y/n’s hands in his hair. As he kept sucking he would look up to see the other man moaning hard, louder than Joel did. But soon enough Y/n took the reigns, holding Joel’s head as he began to fuck the man’s throat.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Y/n mumbled, slowing down as he heard the man choking. “Sorry, are you good?” He asked Joel, the man looked up at him with his doe eyes and nodded. The other nodded and he moved down and lifted Joel’s hips in the air.

Before Joel could ask any questions he felt Y/n’s tongue enter his ass. He moaned loudly as he got eaten out, it felt incredible to him. His mind was starting to go blank as he could hardly muster anymore thoughts as he could only focus on the tongue inside of him.

To Joel’s dismay Y/n moved his head up from the other man’s ass. He looked to see him put lube on his cock, finally. “You ready for me baby?” Y/n asked and Joel nodded, already rutting his ass against the man’s cock. He groaned before putting in his cock into Joel’s aching hole.

“Fuck you feel so good baby.” Y/n moaned out as he bottomed out, the man under him groaned and Y/n began to thrust into him. Starting off slow till he found Joel’s prostate, then he set a brutal pace abusing the spot over and over.

Joel’s tension in his stomach finally snapped as he came on his stomach, now overstimulation was his worst enemy. He was a moaning mess, trying to hold onto the bed frame for support but it was futile when Y/n began to kiss all I’ve this body once again.

Joel came once again, this time more clear and wet than the first. Yet Y/n was still going strong, making sure to make his lover be released of the tension that took him. Thankfully for Joel he felt the man’s thrusts become sloppy yet were still deep, Y/n let out one more moan before he came inside of the man.

“I found the cure for your bad moods.” Y/n whispered and the man under him laughed slightly, his throat hurting from all the moaning he did. Y/n then held the man close to him, waiting for Joel to fall asleep before he would sleep as well.

•••

The next day, Ellie could see that Joel was better and not grouchy. While she wanted to ask Y/n what he did, Joel’s limp was all she needed to know. So she decided to embarrass the man all day, which made Y/n laugh.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Daddy Dieter {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 23.1k

Warnings: Drug use, pregnancy mention, surrogacy talk, oral sex (female receiving), sex toys, unprotected sex, cream pie, pregnancy angst, doctors, breast play, talk of anal play, oral sex (male receiving), lactation kink, cum play, food cravings, angst, Dieter being Dieter, labor, childbirth.

Comments: Your boss, Dieter Bravo is the embodiment of an adult child. You are shocked when he decides on day that he wants a baby. Even more shocked when he wants you to be his surrogate and have it for him.

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Picture Perfect {Javier Peña x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 14.5k

Warnings: Sex, vomiting, oral sex (female receiving), unexpected pregnancy, sexism of the time, mentions of abortions, hurt/anxiety, labor, breastfeeding, mentions of periods, soft moments, feeeeelings

Comments: Your affair with your partner was supposed to just be for fun, until you discover you are pregnant. Before you can tell Javier, Messina finds out your secret and send you packing back to the states. Leaving you to tell the man you’ve discovered you love that you are pregnant with his child over the phone.

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There's a knock on your door and you smile, rushing forward to open it. Javier offers you that lazy smirk of his that already has you wet and ready for him. You can't seem to get enough of him. Not since that night in the office after Steve had left and you both decided to let off some steam by having him fuck the tension out of you over your desk. You usher him inside and lean out to look down the hallway to make sure no one saw him come to your door.

It's silly because you could lie and say you are reviewing case files but Steve would know that's a lie. You can't risk anyone finding out. Both of you would be sent home as soon as you can say "Pablo Escobar." After shutting the door, you spin around and find yourself pressed up against the door, Javier's lips molding against yours and he swallows your moan. Your arms wrap around his neck to drag him closer and you tilt your head back against the door when he kisses down your neck. "We- we need to stop doing this" You tell him breathlessly despite it being the last thing you want.

Javi snorts and nips at your neck. “You don’t mean that.” He knows it’s risky, but fuck if he wants to give this, give you up. It feels too good and he loves the way that you respond to him. Even his liaisons with Gabby have slowed down, the two of you satisfying each other’s needs. His hands grip your ass and he drags you away from the door and spins you around to start moving you towards your bedroom. He knows your apartment almost better than his own, coming over practically every day.

You let him guide you back towards your bedroom and you work on unbuttoning his half buttoned shirt. Shoving it off of his shoulders to pool at his wrists as he doesn’t let go of you yet. You whimper when he reaches for the hem of your shirt and you stumble as you let go of him to allow him to pull your shirt over your head and you take the opportunity to push his shirt onto the floor. “Fuck baby” You whimper when he kisses along the swell of your breast while he tries to unclasp your bra. You hiss when you knock into the door frame and he apologizes.

“Sorry babe” He murmurs and you enter your bedroom.

“It’s okay. I’ve had worse. As you know” You say as you stroke his chest.

“Yeah.” He does know it. You are a tough fucking cookie. He had been skeptical when he had heard you were coming in, a woman. Afraid that you wouldn’t be able to handle the real like shit that this all was. Not that he thought ill of women, it’s just fucking rough down here. The sicarios don’t respect anyone and he doesn’t want you to ever get captured by them. “Fuck baby, you’re so pretty.” He coos when he strips the bra down and flings it to the ground.

You moan when he cups your tits, your legs hitting the foot of the bed and you shift to lay down, dragging him down on top of you. “You’re pretty too” You tell him honestly. You know he hates his nose but you think it’s his most attractive feature. Strong and dominant, like he is. “Javi please. It’s been too long” You whine despite him only fucking you this morning.

Chuckling darkly, he smirks down at you. “So greedy. Addicted to my cock.” He grinds his still clothed cock against the shorts you are wearing, loving how you moan and lick his pulse. He ruts against you while he kisses down your chest and pushes one of your breasts up so he can wrap his lips around a nipple.

You moan when he sucks on your nipple, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. “Oh God babe” You whimper, arching into his mouth when he switches over to the other breast and your panties are soaked. “Enough teasing” You complain, pulling his hair to drag him away from your chest.

“Always so eager to get right to fucking.” Javi huffs, enjoying teasing you. “One day I’m going to cuff you to the bed and not listen to you.” He threatens as he stands up to shuck off his jeans. “Never met a woman who didn’t like foreplay.”

You chuckle breathily but sit up to watch him as he kicks his jeans away after toeing off his shoes. “I’m too impatient” You confess, reaching for his hard cock. You pump slowly and bite your lip as you watch his mouth fall open. “I wouldn’t mind being cuffed to the bed. As long as I can do it to you too. Wouldn’t mind just using your cock to cum over and over again. Not letting you cum until I’m satisfied” You smirk and twist your wrist.

Javi grunts, twitching in your hand even if he’s got a frown on his face. It’s not the idea of being at your mercy that he doesn’t like. It’s the not cumming. “That’s not very nice baby. You want me to have blue balls?” He teases, knowing you won’t let him go too long. You squeeze him gently and he groans, thrusting into your hand. “Take your shirts and panties off so I can fuck you.”

You oblige, letting go of his cock and unbuttoning your shorts, shoving them down along with your panties in one go and Javier grabs them off of your ankles to toss them to the floor. You spread your legs and look up at him, “I just want to see the great Javier Peña beg to cum” You confess.

He snorts, thinking about the number of times he had nearly begged to fuck you. That would probably count as well. “You’re a cruel woman.” He shuffles back up onto the bed and skims his hands up your thighs. “I’d beg though. In this perfect cunt? Fuck yes.”

“That’s what I like to hea- oh shit.” You cry when he pushes into your cunt. “Jesus Jav. Some warning” You pant with a breathless chuckle. His cock stretches your walls and it stings but it’s glorious. You’ve never had a man make you feel like his cock is in your stomach but Javier stretches and fills you up. “So good baby. Come on, fuck me Agent Peña” You tease, running your hands along his shoulders and back, lifting your thighs up to his hips.

Javi huffs and leans down to press his lips to yours. “You’re gonna wear me out faster than chasing narcos over roofs.” He smirks when he pulls back, feeling your thighs tighten because you don’t want him to pull out too far. Thrusting his hips forward, he groans when he feels you clench around him. “So fucking good.”

You nod in agreement, rocking up to meet his thrusts. “Always so good. You’re an asshole but God, you fuck me so well. Love it. I can’t get enough of it” You ramble and he hums in agreement, grinding deep.

Javi leans down and wraps his arms around you, bracing his weight on his elbows as he pushes deep. “You like that I’m an asshole.” He murmurs in your ear. “You get wet when I’m a dick. Drag me into the file room to fuck your wet little cunt because you’re so turned on.” He chuckles and nips your ear lobe.

You hate that he’s right so you scratch down his back, making him hiss. “You drag me into the file room. You like those tight skirts that I wear. You get jealous too. Don’t like it when the CIA guys eye me up” You rile him up. “Always leave me walking funny after they make their juvenile comments about my ass. Always look so sexy when you’re jealous” You lean up to kiss his jaw.

He rolls his head and makes sure that his thrust is hard enough to make you gasp out loudly. He does get jealous but he’s not going to admit it. He doesn’t want to make you think that he is wanting to trap you somehow. You were the one that said you were friends who fucked. He didn’t want to overstep.

You whimper when he hits something deep and you press your lips to his, sliding your tongue into his mouth. He moans your name after you pull away for air and he shifts his hips, the pubic hair at the base of his cock brushes your clit and it sends you over the edge. You cry out his name, clinging to him and clamping down on his cock while you soak him with your cum.

God he fucking loves when you cum. He’s addicted to it, just as much as you’re addicted to his cock. Instead of fucking you harder, faster in order to seek his own release, he slows down. Kissing along your neck while he rolls his hips and grinds lazily into you as you ride out your orgasm. “So good for me baby.” He coos. “You want to cum again?”

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The Return of The Mandalorian {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8k

Warning: Depression, loss, anger, helmet-less Din, hurt/comfort, fingering, vaginal sex, premature ejaculation, oral sex (female receiving), pregnancy, mentions of Mandalorian lore

Comments: Mando comes back to Tatooine to collect the ship that Peli promised him and finds you exactly where he left you months ago. Although things have changed and you are angry he left.

A/N: We just had thots we needed to get out.

**Spoilers for The Book of Boba Fett Episode 5.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

You shriek as the droid is dragged off by the womp rat, Peli rushing past you with a blaster to try and get it. "No. No. BD" She groans, "Treadwell. Get in there and move that engine block so I can blast it." The pit droid chitters and you stand back, watching it slowly step forward to hide. "No? You can't say no. You're a droid" Peli scoffs, "what is this? A democracy all of a sudden? R5?"

The astromech beeps and Peli snorts, "right. Thought so." She looks at you and shakes her head. The beast moves and R5 beeps. "Fine, I'll take care of it" Peli says, moving closer and exhaling sharply. You watch her, the droid chittering behind her, as she approaches the beast. "Come out, come out wherever you are" She calls out softly. "Stupid womp rat" She huffs, making her way towards the pest. "Okay" She says, looking at you as you gather with the droids, "it's not here. Maybe it ran away."

She screams, disappearing beneath the engine and you shriek, grabbing your blaster to try and help her. "Oh it's got me. It's chewing!" She yelps and you rush forward. "No! God! No!" Peli cries and you are about to aim your blaster when someone beats you to it. Looking up in shock, you see Mando standing there. Blaster raised and his helmet tilts to see you when you gasp in surprise.

Mando slides his gun back into his holster. “What an entrance!” Peli stands and holds her hands up. “Look guys, it’s Mando!” A few of the droids walk off while making noises to signify their displeasure, still not completely accepting of the beskar covered man who had shot at them the first time he arrived in Mos Eisley. Peli turns towards you with an arched eyebrow. “Looks like you two need to talk.” She tells you, a slight smirk on her face before she tells the droids to fire up the flames to cook the creature Mando had just killed.

Mando tilts his head in confusion, looking over at you where you are hidden behind the cases. Worn out and heartbroken, he finds that he can’t stop looking at your tired features. You still look as beautiful as the day he last saw you and he’s glad that his quest for another ship had brought him back to you, even if you had been cursing him when he left.

You look at Din, shocked to see the Mandalorian you haven't stopped thinking about appearing in front of you. You bite your lip and wish you could see his eyes...those eyes you've only seen once. "I- I have some news" You announce, "I tried to contact you but without the Crest, I couldn't - I didn't know how."

He continues to stare at you and you wish he would say something. You inhale deeply, preparing yourself as you step out from behind the engine, your bump on display as you wait for his reaction.

His helmet covers the way that his jaw drops, shock overcoming his features and he automatically shakes his head before he lifts his hand and takes a step closer to you. “P-pregnant.” His modulator crackles with emotion and he swallows hard enough that it hurts his throat, emotions warring in his system.

You nod, "pregnant. I- I didn't realize it but my implant was defective. I went to the doctor and she said it wasn't implanted properly. I- I tried to reach you but I couldn't find you. It's...it's a girl." You rub your stomach, still a few months until she is born. "You're the father. Obviously" You chuckle nervously, praying he doesn't just bolt here and now.

“A girl.” He practically whispers the word, still staring at your stomach and absorbing the news that he’s going to be a buir. Again. His heart clenches when he thinks about Grogu and then he takes another step towards you, almost shy now, although you’ve seen his face. He had come to Mos Eisley to see about finding a replacement for the Crest and Peli had been away leaving you in the hanger alone, save for the droids.

You watch him, wishing you could see his face and watch the emotions that he’s feeling. Is he upset? Is he disgusted? Is he angry? You rub your belly and avert your eyes to the scurrying droids. “Peli has already promised to let me stay as long as I need. You do not need to worry about me. I know - I know that it was spur of the moment” You murmur, remembering that night after Grogu left with the Jedi.

****

“Mando. Mando.” You murmur, resting your hand on his beskar clad shoulder as he stares across the desert of Tatooine. “It’s late. You need to sleep” You tell him, knowing he is grieving the loss of his foundling being with him and the loss of his sacred creed after removing his helmet.

“I can’t.” His tone is dull, lifeless even without the monotony of the modulator. His helmet is on the ground, tossed aside almost carelessly after you had dragged him out here when Boba Fett had let both of you off at Peli’s hanger. “I haven’t-“ He turns and stares at your face, amazed at how vivid and alive you look like this. “I haven’t slept. I don’t want to sleep. He- he slept in the bunk with me. In a little hammock.” He chokes out, remembering the soft little snores that would come from up above him.

You swallow the lump in your throat, knowing how much he loved the little guy. “I know. I know. He’s - he’s where he needs to be now. With the Jedi. They know how to help him. You succeeded in your quest, Mando. Why don’t you sleep in my bunk? Somewhere different. I will find somewhere else to go” You suggest, sending how exhausted he is.

“Don’t.” The words are out of his mouth the second you say you will go somewhere else. His cheeks burn and he glances back at you for a split second before he’s looking over the sands. “You- you don’t have to stay somewhere else, I mean.”

Your eyes widen, “I- I don’t know what you mean. Where am I going to sleep?” You wonder what he means, if he means what you think he means.

“I want you to sleep with me” He tells you. You swallow, unable to believe he is saying this after you’ve spent so long on the Crest with him. So many nights wondering what he looks like, what he thinks about you.

“You want - okay.” You respond, unable to give up this one and only chance. You know it’s the only chance you can be with him, knowing he will be the steely Mandalorian you’ve come to love once the suns rise over Tatooine.

“I do.” Din turns and looks at you again, his eyes soft and expressive as he looks into your eyes. “It’s selfish, I know, but I want you. I want to touch you like I’ve imagined and stopped myself from doing.” He admits softly.

You nod, reaching for his hand. “Come on…let’s go get some rest” You tell him and he stands up, letting you guide him to the sleeping quarters Peli had assigned for you both. You guide him into your bunk and it suddenly becomes reality. You swallow harshly and look into those dark eyes. “I want you to touch me like you’ve imagined” You tell him.

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Bacta Bonding {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Voyeurism, embarrassment, masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, enclosed spaces, sharing oxygen, misuse of the Force, telepathic communication, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, feelings

Comments: When you are injured coming back with Grogu to Mando, you are put in the Bacta tank. Only to discover something that will change everything between you and the Mandalorian.

**Spoilers for The Book of Boba Fett Episode 7

A/N: No excuses, we just wanted Bacta tank sex!

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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My #1 post of 2022

Dosed {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: Drugging/being drugged, sex pollen-esque, dubious consent due to sex pollen, Oral sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, cream pie blindfolds, oral sex (female receiving), cum eating

Comments: Making a pit stop on some backwater skug hole planet, Mando is dosed with some kind of sex pollen that was supposed to make him vulnerable to be robbed. Except, he didn’t drink until he was back in his starfighter, now bringing his problem to Tatooine and to you when Fennec sends you to see the Mandalorian you have missed.

A/N: I wanted to address the lack of room in the N-1 for rations or a vac tube and somehow a sex pollen fic was born! Cheers!

**Spoilers for TBOBF Episode 6

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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