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[joelsflannel]

stress (j.m.)

joel asking you to watch sarah is the perfect excuse to study somewhere that isn’t your apartment. its your last semester of undergrad and your neighbors provide anything but a quiet study environment and the stress is piling up. so what happens when joel comes home on a friday night, sarah having gone to bed hours ago, to you curled up in a chair at the kitchen table with papers and various large textbooks strewn about.

masterlist

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: 18+ implied smut, pre/no-outbreak joel miller, stress, anxiety, final exams deserve their own warning, implied age gap (reader is a senior in college), FLUFF, joel being the boyfriend we all deserve, joel calls reader “sweet girl” and “my girl”, no physical description of the reader (he strokes your hair and you wear his shirt), no use of Y/N. 

this is entirely self-indulgent so while a major is not explicitly stated i’m a psych major and one of the classes i took was adolescent psychology. the professor was awful and i did in fact cry over the class, many times. this is also my first fic since like 2017 so hopefully it’s good, it hasn’t been proofread. enjoy <3

You wouldn't really call it babysitting. You’d been dating Joel for a while now so when he asked if you could come over on weeknights to make sure that Sarah wasn’t getting into any trouble, “Sarah? Getting into trouble?” you immediately agreed. It was nice to have somewhere to go after a busy day of lecture after lecture and work on homework somewhere that wasn’t curled uncomfortably on your couch in your apartment, headphones in, desperately trying to drown out the almost comical stomping of your upstairs neighbors. 

“I’d love to,” you smiled as Joel’s face physically relaxed at your response. “Thank you, darlin’, really you’re a lifesaver.”

“Am I still a lifesaver if I tell you that I’m just using you for the peace and quiet?” you teased.

Truth be told, this was your last semester of undergrad and you were grateful for the distraction. Between applying to grad schools and trying to keep up with your classes, it was nice to hang out with Sarah. You’d gotten close with her since dating Joel and you loved spending time with her. Plus since Joel worked pretty late some nights, it also gave you somewhere quiet to work.

You liked your apartment, it was cozy, all things considered, and it was nice to have your own space. That was until your upstairs neighbors moved in and decided that running laps up and down their apartment was a great way to pass the time. There was no amount of drowning them out that could make any kind of studying successful and you’d never really been able to study at the library, so Joel’s kitchen table it was. 

It was the Friday before finals week and everything felt like it was crashing down around you. Assignments were piling up, professors were waiting until the last possible minute to grade any of the semester’s work, and you were overwhelmed. So here you are, textbooks littering the kitchen table and notebook paper full of your scribbled notes haphazardly strewn around. It felt like you’d been staring at the same pages of your textbook for hours and you couldn’t help a few tears of frustration falling onto the notebook in front of you. In fact, you were so knee-deep into making a study guide for your adolescent psychology class, you didn’t even hear the front door open and shut.

It wasn’t until you heard the scraping of a chair on the floor and heard Joel, brows furrowed in concern, saying your name in a soft voice that you noticed him. You straightened up quickly, suddenly very aware of the mess you’d made on his table and the tears streaming down your face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in,” you sniffle, wiping your face with your sleeve and sighing. His face immediately softened and he leaned forward to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey no, no don’t apologize, sweet girl. C’mere, what's the matter?”

As soon as he asked it was like all of the stress and anxiety came barrelling forward, slumping to rest your head in your crossed arms, “My fucking brain hurts.” He exhales a hollow laugh and moves his hand from your shoulder to stroke your hair gently. You turn your head to look at him, “It’s just… I’m so tired, it’s like my professors are trying to kill me and then I think about how even when I graduate, I’ll just be back in school to get my master's come fall. And don’t get me wrong, I want my master’s but sometimes it's just a lot, I guess.” 

He nods and continues stroking your hair reassuringly as you talk, hanging on to your every word searching for a way to comfort you. You shake your head and sigh softly, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I just dumped all that on you.” He smiles at you warmly and tilts your chin up to cup your face. “You’ve got nothin’ to apologize for, I want you to know that you can always come to me.” 

You find yourself leaning into his touch as he gently strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Thank you, Joel.” 

“C’mere, darlin’.” He pulls you into him, pressing a kiss to your head and enveloping you in his arms, surrounding you with him. His smell, his warmth, all things Joel. “You’re the smartest person I know. Let’s just take a little breather, get you some water, and go sit on the couch away from all this.” He motions to the papers scattered on the table. “Sound good?”

You nod into his chest, not wanting to pull away from his embrace just yet. He chuckles and stands up, leading you to the couch. “You sit, I’m gonna grab you a glass of water” You crack a small smile and mock salute him as he goes to walk away. His own smile grows at the sight of you relaxing even just a little bit, “There’s my girl.” 

He comes back with a glass of water and a blanket. He hands you the glass before settling in next to you, draping the blanket over your laps, and pulling your legs into his lap as you curl into his side. He looks over at you and smiles, his eyes focusing on your shirt for the first time tonight. “Is that my shirt?” 

“Maybe,” you shrug jokingly, “it was absolutely pouring when I got out of my last class and I was parked down the street. So when I got here, I just grabbed one of your shirts and threw it on.” 

“I like it, looks good on you.” He presses a kiss to your head. “Now do you wanna talk about what all’s worryin’ you with school or do you just wanna take the rest of the night off?” 

You place the glass of water on a coaster on the side table and turn back to face Joel. You traced a finger over his jawline before placing your hand on his cheek and leaning in. He quirked an eyebrow up at you before closing the gap between you, capturing your bottom lip between his. Your lips continue to move against his, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down closer to you, his hands finding purchase around your waist. 

“Does that answer your question?”

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[undercoverpena]

it means something

joel miller x f!reader | masterlist

summary: compliments don’t fall from his tongue, but they drip from his eyes. They land on your skin, healing scars that don’t show; they make you glow, and feel like something worth choosing.

to @joelsflannel, i took aspects of all your prompts. i tried to make it fluffy, her a little romantic, i tried to give you a quote that i hope you adore, with a man i know you already love. and i sprinkled in a hard day for you, but with some stress-easing fun to unwind with. merry christmas <;3

wordcount: 3.2k warnings: softer!joel, soft sex (p in v), talks of love, jackson era joel, mentions of ellie, joel in a towel (like damn). written for @pedrostories secret santa event.

You’re tired, drained.

Somehow, you find yourself able to drag your feet from the livelier part of Jackson to the quieter, almost more peaceful part. The soles of your boots draw lines behind you, all of which will likely be covered by the newly settling snow within the hour.

It's picturesque, this place. The kind of location you expect would have once been on postcards that people would be sent to loved ones saying 'wish you were here'.

You don't have to wish.

If your eyes weren’t like pinholes, you’d take a second to admire it.

Stamp your boots in one spot, and enjoy the crunch of it under your feet. A thing you’d do on any other day, if not for the fact, that you were so ready to be in the warmth, to be with him—to curl into him and breathe in his scent.

The kind of scent which buries itself into your nose, to your soul. It wraps its fingers around you and digs its clutches into you. Not that you complain. You'd bathe in it if you could, happily letting him smear it over your skin whenever the two of you have the chance.

It’s why you continue to move. It's why you force one leg in front of the other, muscles begging for reprieve.

By the time you’re up the steps, fingers wrapping around the handle of the front door, you realise how badly you wish to shed your layers. Desiring nothing more than to slide out of your coat, unwrap your scarf, remove the hat, gloves and second pair of socks.

Twisting the handle, the door doesn't fight letting you inside. Instead, it welcomes you. Allowing you to move quickly inside, more than anyone would expect from someone so fatigued—removing the layers, hanging each in turn on the rack beside his.

A sight which tugs at something inside you. It loops its fingers around that feeling within, gently pulling—it is all warm, unexplainable; all hard to describe, but the closest word is lovely, nice—welcomed.

That feeling had been born before the end of days, but it had been nothing but an ember then. Now, it was a roaring fire, all lit by him.

You're sure he knows. Not that either of you talk about it. It added to the long list of things you never speak, not for his sake, but for yours.

Even when you first began your… thing with him, you’d found it as difficult as him to know what to call it. Especially, when it had all happened so randomly, with no explanation or sight that it would occur. It just did.

Smiling, you allow yourself a moment to think back to it. How warm it was. How the setting sun smudged an array of shades across the sky, how you'd been bitter about something, mumbling under your breath until a noise cut through your dismay. His laughter. All gruff and born from his throat. It had expelled into the space between the two of you, cut through your bad mood.

Because it had been louder than you’d ever heard it as the two of you walked back, as you did on so many other nights. But that night had felt so different—and it was.

One moment you were staring, and the next his lips found yours, all chapped, but soft. His fingers around your cheek, whispering your name so gently. Stroking your skin, all worn, a bit rough.

Now, the two of you are a habit. A routine.

Nothing has ever been discussed, nothing ever exchanged. Just some nights you ate dinner with him—knee pressed against his. Sometimes your things sat along his in his home, bobby pins and whatever book you were reading.

Some days Ellie let herself into your house, had made a bedroom out of one of your spares, and sometimes she asked if you wanted to come round to theirs.

The only constant thing is that at least once every week, your limbs found themselves tangled with his. His mouth latched itself onto your neck, hand grasping at your breast, fingers pinching the peak of your nipple as he gruffly told you how hard you’d gotten him.

You liked it. Craved it.

Enjoyed the way you took him apart as he focused on making you a mess.

You liked seeing his salt and pepper curls cling to his forehead, liked running your nails through the hair on the back of his neck—back arched into him, feeling fuller than you’d ever imagined you could. Hearing his gruff voice in your ear, saying words he'd never say if he wasn't buried to the hilt inside of you.

But then, you only call him Joel when he's between your thighs too.

"Miller?"

His name rings around the first floor of the house.

Checking the package in your pocket, you sigh as the day drips from your tight muscles. Hand moving to rub the back of your neck, staring at Ellie's half-open comic and the pencils you'd lent her over the table.

You knew she wouldn't reply, not when tonight was movie night. A Christmas one, she'd told you. She had already let it slip she was going, told you as she kept watch on the door so you could continue your surprise for him.

Her request for you to join her faded when you looked up at her, likely seeing the same look which now greets you in the dust-covered mirror.

Kicking off your boots, and removing one layer of socks, you sigh at the way your feet can all of a sudden breathe—even inside his thick socks. Wiggling your toes, you smile as you begin to curl and unfurl them, before your hand finds the bannister, dragging yourself up the stairs until you reach his room.

His empty room.

Heart falling, you consider calling out again. Using his first name this time—letting each of the four letters carry around the house.

But, his bed looks comfortable. It calling to you. Somehow finding yourself lying on it, your face pressed into his sheets, your bones and muscles sighing in relief that you're in a bed.

Eyes wishing to flutter shut, body unwinding against the mattress, the sheets. It’s on the third heavy exhale, do you realise you hear water. It falls in pitters and patters, distantly, likely from the bathroom across the hall.

That’s when a smile curls across your face because you’ve always found comfort in the sound of running water.

Whether it’s rivers or rain, and showers or leaks. It reminds you of calmness, of things fading from reach—washing away, starting anew. Memories of times trying to colour themselves in your mind, fading before they do as sleep tries to coax you away.

The only thing which displaces the grip sleep has on you, is the comforting sight that comes to a stop at the foot of the bed.

Steam swirling around him, all broad shoulders and still damp skin—the hair on his chest, arms, and stomach, clinging in half-swirled curls and straight lines, the towel clutched at his hip.

The first time you saw Joel Miller naked, you’d almost lost the function to speak. All man—all soft and muscle simultaneously. Something constructed from fantasies, made in real life, carved and moulded by hands you think never thought he’d be real. You were close to not being able to speak all over again now.

Eyes tracing, outlining and shading—squirrelling away a sketch of him you’ll think about when the other side of the bed is cold and not filled with him.

“Didn’t hear you come in.”

You hum, lifting up onto your elbows, admiring him, finding him doing the same—even if you suspect you’re not half as good-looking right now as he is.

Least of all when he takes your ankle in hand, moving you sideways with him as steps between your legs now hanging off the bed, the fabric of his towel brushing over your jeans, his palms coming down on the mattress on either side of your neck, staring at you with a look of concern.

“Y’not been sleepin’?”

“Just been busy,” you reply, arms looping around his neck. “Not lots of time to rest.”

You suppose at some point between summer and winter, things became soft—less about need and company, and something along the lines of real.

In another world, one not ridden with fungi and death, you suppose it would have been labelled, added something which tied the two of you together—something meaning more to others than it likely would do to you.

Smiling, you force your eyes to open properly. Watching that look of hunger slowly bleed out over the concern, vanishing entirely when you smirk. If the two of you were different, you suspect you'd tell him you miss him. Tell him you've thought about him.

Instead, you whisper, “Want you, Joel.”

Even more so when you trace the words over his mouth. Aware of his hands on your jeans, and how he's popped open the button, how he's dragging down the zipper. The fabric freely slides from your skin as your hands slide down, dropping to the towel at his waist—thumb digging over it, all ready to pull, unravel it. “Need you.”

His eyes narrow swallowed in darkness. “Yeah?”

Nodding, you roll your lips, dragging your fingers to the tuck, undoing it, not taking your eyes off him. Seeing something in his eyes that is more than just reciprocation of the words spoken, but the ones left unsaid.

“You want me?”

However, you’ll have me.

You’re not sure you speak it, but you're sure he hears it all the same.

For how aloof people think he is, he’s a man who listens—not just to the crunch of branches and the rustle of trees, but to the things people don’t say. He hears their secrets and pulls away their lies. Skills he told you one night he levelled up in when the world tried to keep taking more than it had already.

You suppose it’s how he knows you, your body, what you want and what you crave.

More so as he tangles his tongue with yours, all heady—gripping him firm, tightly as his fingers snake between the two of you. Desperation thrumming through your fingers as you push them into his skin, into his muscles—feeling the coil tighten as he moves his fingers with nothing short of precision. Knowing you, having mapped you out, learnt your cues—it’s why you don’t fight it, the incoming wave ready to drench your taut muscles, let him undo you, unravel you out so you’re nothing but spread out for him.

He likes it like that, you can tell. Likes how you surrender to him, how you lay out for him, letting him move you how he needs you.

It used to be rough, desperate—pure carnal. But, it’s been replaced by something else, something not soft or romantic, but you’re sure it’s a distant relative.

Once you’d gotten a bruise on your hip that pulsed, shifted in shades from being nudged against your kitchen table. Now when he leaves them, he traces them with his thumb, hoping to suck out the sting. Because now you’re treated to comfort—too recently washed bedding and his fingers inside your cunt as your body bends into him, practically curls, sings, hums.

“Always so fuckin’ tight for me.”

Compliments don’t fall from his tongue, but they drip from his eyes. They land on your skin, healing scars that don’t show. Each lick of his gaze makes you glow, and feel like something worth choosing, having been picked, plucked—and placed on some mantle you don’t even mind being perched on.

Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, breathing a struggle, practically gasping, you mumble his name—murmur it, almost a whine. “Fuck me now, Joel. Want you inside of me.”

Then, you’re overwhelmed.

Bathed in both the scent of fresh soap, dewy skin and absolute fullness. Your legs wrapping, crossing at the ankles as he slides into the hilt—pausing, just as he always does, fingers brushing over your jaw until he’s tilting your chin.

That same look—the one you first witnessed after the kiss under the dusk.

It doesn’t vanish until you show him, either in a whisper of the magic words or a movement he can read as a spell. Your hips rolling, rocking—please, please.

Your hands take in the feel of him breathing, the way his chest expands, fills with the knowledge, the realisation, nails digging, almost all in order. One he answers, delivers, fucking stamps.

Joel makes your toes curl, makes white noise appear in your ears, and makes you forget every important thing you’ve ever filed away. All hot, scorching against your skin as you grasp him closer, hoping you’ll be smothered in burns—hoping the same when you swallow his grunts, his hisses off your name. His hips pistoning, aiming to send you over the edge before him, hands—riddled with the evidence of his survival and his new hobby keep you rooted, don’t allow you to wander off into bliss without him.

“Too good f’me, sweetheart.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” he grunts, right against your pulse, before he licks against what beats under your skin.

You snort amidst your whine, clutching all the strings which keep you whole as you close your eyes—banish him from looking into your soul. He’s seen all there is there, let him in before, provided flashes, evidence of your shattered soul and broken mentality. It comes to the surface easier here, when your walls suck him in, and your body calls for him in a chorus of pleading and begging.

Because you’re close—not needing too much from him tonight, the sight of him is enough. The knowledge of his existence, knowing he’s yours without confirmation.

“There, right there,” you moan, heels digging into the base of his back, feeling the jostle of him, the way he rears and fucks.

He smirks, shifting, just enough to make the head of his cock hit the spot which makes your thighs shake, tremble, fucking quake. His mouth still split open, words there on his tongue, all ready to drape over your skin—

But, you just feel it’s incoming arrival. All white-hot, blinding—too much pressure, yet needing just a little bit more. Your body is not yours, mind empty, gone, faded. You want to sink your teeth into him, bite down, cut into him and leave a mark like the ones he leaves inside you each time the two of you do this.

Because it means something. This. The two of you in this little house in fucking Jackson. Doesn’t it? Doesn’t it?

“Yea’,” he grunts, palm on your face, tilting you up roughly, forcing your eyes to open.

And you swear he smiles when they flash open. You swear it.

“Means somethin’, sweetheart. This—fuck—us.”

The words grind into you. As though he's the pestle and your mortar. Your breath is lost, unable to be grasped, your body hanging, pleasure a bigger force—swallowing the room, casting you in shadows and misting over you—until you cry out. Squeezing, fluttering.

Not able to see anything but his face, the look on his face—the twisted expression of his lips and the deepness of his eyes. More black, than brown—but they’re somehow still soft, still full of something you hope is pleasant and full of emotions.

It only vanishes briefly when he spills inside of you.

When he collapses on top of you—his heart hammering against your ribs. And, even if it isn’t the first time, you feel yourself still—pause, no rash movements, because this is nice, this is something you want without asking for it.

“Can’t believe I can hear y’brain already.”

Snorting, you roll your eyes, glancing over—finding his lips have slid into his cheek.

It gnaws at you, the reason for your lack of sleep. The thing which you've traded hours of rest for. That dormant part pushed to the edge by exhaustion, now awake and very much worrying.

“Got you something,” you whisper, biting your lip, watching his brows furrow and lines appear between them.

Standing up, you steal the dressing gown from the back of his door—the one you’d traded for months ago. The one which is far too big, even for him, making it only cosier when you borrow it. Shooting him a smile, you almost disguise it, worried it's far too soft, too normal, before you mumble about being right back.

It's a hurry to the front door, all feet hammering down on wooden steps before your hand digs in your coat pocket, retrieving the wrapped thing you’ve lost shuteye over.

When you enter, he’s under the sheets—hair at odd angles, looking both a mixture of energised and fucked out that you wish you could paint with your fingers, so you'd forever have it.

“Didn’t wanna give this to you on the 25th—just in case you popped a vein trying to figure out what it means.”

Kneeling on the bed, you take a levelling breath, before handing it to him. His eyes travelling from you to it, fingers taking it—all delicate, measured. Before he unpeels the ribbon, undressing it with more care than he often shows you, before it rolls free of the paper you managed to find. It catches the ceiling light, glinting, gleaming, the handle looking even more detailed in this light than under the candles you’d had to use to remain discreet.

In your hand, the knife had appeared large, and menacing. In his, it looked right.

Yet, his face looked as though it was anything but.

Enough for you to prod, needle. To nudge closer on your knees, to smooth out the sheets and then flick your lashes up, finding him already staring, weighing it up—whatever coated his tongue, had been written in his mind.

“Sweetheart… I don’t… I don’t deserve this—”

More words fall in silence, not quite spoken, yet somehow loud.

Enough for you to say his name, to rest your knee on the bed and deeply sigh.

“You…’m not a good man.”

You almost laugh, but you don’t. Crawling up, placing your hand on his chest, you take a shaky breath. “I’m not sure I care.”

And you don't.

Because it's easy to feel something for him, to love him. It's natural, there one day and the day after. It wasn't hard or difficult, but very fucking easy.

Your mouth even opens to say as much, but you close it again before a syllable is muttered.

Wrapping the gift, he moves it from between the two of you, to the bedside table. His fingers linger, hovering over the carved wood—the one which caused splinters and made your eyes almost cross over. “Y’should. M’not an easy man to love.”

“I disagree,” you whisper, fingers having slid up to the base of his neck, your fingers teasing his curls. “Since I’m pretty sure I already feel those things for you.”

His brows lift, and you smile—letting it speak the words you can’t say, and you’re sure he’s not willing to hear.

“Don’t sweat it, alright? You’re mine, I’m yours. Yeah?”

Nodding, he bites his cheek, placing the knife back into the packaging—moving it, replacing what he’d been holding with your wrist as he pulls you close.

“Got you somethin’ too.”

Nose bumping his, you shift closer, thighs finding themselves on either side of him—his hands finding a place on them, sliding up, callouses grazing on your skin, before squeezing.

“But y’gotta wait until the 25th. Like a good girl.”

Smirking, you cup his cheeks. "Okay, Miller. I'll wait."

an: merry christmas, i hope you love this <3

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[janaispunk]

joel miller - oneshots - part 2

fic recs masterlist - please check the tags and warnings on each fic! if you enjoyed a fic, please show the writer some love <3

into the deep end by @magpiepills

you're poison but a good kind by @northernbluess

only need ten by @pascalpvnk

creep it real! by @swiftispunk

leopard print & stuffing by @toxicanonymity (featuring tommy miller)

devour by @jksprincess10

trick or treat by @tieronecrush

a quiet storm by @ozarkthedog

boo by @pascalsbby

i put a spell on you, and now you're mine! by @5oh5

i wanna show you off & best kept secret by @joelscurls

innocent trouble by @velvetmud

punishment & safe and sound by @joelsgreys

trick or treat? by @morallyinept (featuring dave york & frankie morales)

checkmate & nobody does it like you do by @honeyedmiller

#1 girl by @joelhoney

i found the door by @tinycozycomfort

animals, tell me more, forget, use me & thankful by @endlessthxxghts

good to be home by @hearteyesforjoel

i hope you're happy by @blissfulbarbie

obedience by @wintrwinchestr

home for christmas & bunny tails by @sweetercalypso

a promise softly sung by @agentmarcuspike

five of joel miller's birthdays by @bastardmandennis

lover's rock by @tinygarbage

lonesome and mad by @hyzer34

all three dogs, wish you were here & walking through fire by @macfrog

shopping by @notjustjavierpena

strawberries and cream & a villain's monologue by @aurorawritestoescape

birthday surprise & the burglary by @aurorawritestoescape (featuring tommy miller)

ivy by @dancingtotuyo

apocalypse by @tremendum

sticky by @ezrasbirdie

told you i'd be back by @palioom

leftovers & the kind of love we make by @katiexpunk

please, mr miller? by @auteurdelabre

silent night by @javiscigarette

the stranger by @nala2811

full by @morallyinept

no soul to sell & in the next room by @atticrissfinch

i'll fix it for you by @bi-writes

for a good time call... joel & wrong until you make it right by @missredherring

tangled triumphs & our little sheep by @planet-marz1

fire walk by @motherofagony

stress by @joelsflannel

still sleepless, christmas after all & good with my hands by @mrsmando

distracted by @psychedelic-ink

rough day by @pedge-page

the art of breaking by @corazondebeskar-reads

the most wonderful time by @always-andromeda

#fic recs #joel miller #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal

[pedrostories]

❄️ PedroStories Secret Santa event 2023 ❄️

Thank you again for participating in PedroStories’ second Secret Santa event! We hope this event gave you some joy this holiday season! 💙

Special shoutout to our pinch hitters: @gasolinerainbowpuddles who jumped in later to help us out and @katiexpunk & @taro-666 for taking on two prompts! 🥰

Additional shoutout for Santa's little helpers who made sure this event stayed on track: @userdjarin, @wannab-urs, @chronically-ghosted, @oogaboogasphincter & @pedrorascal

You can find all the works published by the participants below the cut!

MASTERLIST

* - Mature/Explicit work

VISUAL ART

Joel Miller banners - from amongtlou to tempestuous-lush

Dieter Bravo fanart - from taro-666 to mysterious-moonstruck-musings

FANFICTION

Dieter Bravo

* Tear You Apart - from psychedelic-ink to dark-scape

* The Knight & His Queen - from mysterious-moonstruck-musings to booburry

Run Over By A Reindeer... - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn

A Thing for Angels - from miraclesabound to toxicanonymity

Din Djarin

* closure - from javier-pena to quinnnfabrgay-writes

to know the light - from burntheedges to lincolndjarin

* salt water - from 5oh5 to chronically-ghosted

Retrograde - from taro-666 to 5oh5

Ezra

* devour (the entire universe) - from frannyzooey to wannab-urs

* Floating in Space - from 0celesteisthebest0 to julesonrecord

the trembling willows - from sp00kymulderr to djarinmuse

Cross My Heart - from brandyllyn to oonajaeadira

Frankie Morales

Copilot - from frenchiereading to joelmillers-whore

* The Gift is You - from julesonrecord to the-blind-assassin-12

merry christmas, cariño - from joelsflannel to frenchiereading

A Little Christmas Magic - from the-blind-assassin-12 to something-tofightfor

* A love letter to Frankie - from fhatbhabie to prolix-yuy

* Gas, Grass or ASS - from katiexpunk to astroboots

* Routine - from endlessthxxghts to alwaysbethewest

Jack Daniels

* Under Your Skin - from wannab-urs to javier-pena

Stay Close to Me - from alwaysbethewest to iamskyereads

Snakebit - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn

Javier Peña

* Under Your Skin - from wannab-urs to javier-pena

* office party - from tieronecrush to flightlessangelwings

* Not So Secret Santa - from lincolndjarin to taro-666

* If We Make It Through December - from lucyeyelesbarrow to tieronecrush

Paperwork - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn

Mistletoes in the Moonlight - from 221bshrlocked to undercoverpena

Joel Miller

* it means something - from undercoverpena to joelsflannel

* Joel Miller fanfiction - from tempestuous-lush to sweetercalypso

i've got my love to keep me warm - from thetriumphantpanda to yeollie-plz

* Modern Day Hero - from flightlessangelwings to miraclesabound

* Snow and Mistletoe - from something-tofightfor to burntheedges

The Reason for the Season - from prolix-yuy to psychedelic-ink

Oh, the Wildflowers - from adora-but-ginger to amongtlou

Candlelight - from sweetercalypso to adora-but-ginger

a heart for melting - from joelscurls to thetriumphantpanda

Muffins and Jam - from noisynaia to katiexpunk

* freeze-thaw - from covetyou to oogaboogasphincter

Bookends - from djarinmuse to pascalispretty

Simply Having - from iamskyereads to talaok

* A gentleman - from talaok to lucyeyelesbarrow

* Joel Miller fanfiction - from booburry to fhatbhabie

A Very Miller Christmas - from yeollie-plz to joelscurls

* Nightmare Before Christmas - from katiexpunk to xdaddysprincessxx

* Love Shack - from pascalispretty to sp00kymulderr

* Visions of Sugar Plums - from dark-scape to covetyou

* twin peaks. - from toxicanonymity to endlessthxxghts

* Happily Ever After - from xdaddysprincessxx to frannyzooey

* Cinnamon and Sugar - from gasolinerainbowpuddles to thirtysevenodddogs

* a bowlful of joel-y - from oogaboogasphincter to lisadean

Marcus Moreno

Have Yourself a Moreno Little Christmas - from chronically-ghosted to noisynaia

Marcus Pike

* closure - from javier-pena to quinnnfabrgay-writes

* Procedures to Reach a Common Agreement - from thirtysevenodddogs to 221bshrlocked

Text Me Merry Christmas - from quinnnfabrgay-writes to 0celesteisthebest0

Max Phillips

I'll Leave a Light On For You - from oonajaeadira to artemiseamoon

Pero Tovar

* What the heart wants - from artemiseamoon to blueeyesatnight

* The Cross: The Spirit of the Season - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn

dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics 💙

due to the less than ideal tagging system of tumblr all the participants are tagged in the reblogs

#pedro pascal #christmas #masterlist #fanfiction #frankie morales #jack daniels #oberyn martell #dieter bravo #marcus pike #joel miller #joel miller x reader #din djarin #javier pena x reader #ezra #javier pena #marcus moreno #max phillips #pero tovar #pedrostoriesgift23 #admin post

[enretrogue]

𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

PEAKY BLINDERS

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Destiny — @butterfly-lies-chase-them-away

A Brother For Cyril ⎢ Part Two — @muneca-lemon-steppa

You Love Is Enough — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Evenings At Home — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Good Girl — @ukrainianmotherfucker

Interviews For New Beginnings ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 ⎢ Part 4 ⎢ Part 5 ⎢ Part 6 — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Kisses For Bad Days — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Change Of Plans — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Married Life w/ Alfie Solomons HCs — @muneca-lemon-steppa

All Kinds of Trouble — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Overstimulation + Praise Kink — @fandom-puff

Rum and Soap — @dearshleby

Always — @muneca-lemon-steppa

MICHAEL GRAY

Show You How Much I Love You — @roguerogerss

I Can Imagine — @xoxoavenger

THOMAS SHELBY

At the End of the Day — @lis-likes-fics

The Complaint — @look-at-the-soul

Midnight Interlude — @awritesthings1

Gone with the Leaves — @awritesthings1

Numbers — @mrkdvidal1989

Train Left - Moments Passed — @mrkdvidal1989

Ignoble Sins — @cillmequick

Empty Promises — @fallatyourfeet

You Have More To Lose Than You Take — @mrkdvidal1989

Bloodstained Hands — @mrkdvidal1989

Look At Me — @simplyundeniable98

Time After Time Chapter 13 — @all-mirth-no-matter

A Moment of Happiness — @gypsy-girl-08

Christmas Lights — @mrkdvidal1989

First Christmas — @acewritesfics

Eye Fucking Each Other — @mrkdvidal1989

All I Need — @gypsy-girl-08

Promotion — @acewritesfics

No Man Works Alone — @muneca-lemon-steppa

TRIPLE FRONTIER

BENNY MILLER

The Best One — @theewokingdead

Are You On Mute? ⎢ Part Two — @rhoorl

Ask Prompt — @bullet-prooflove

Are You Going To Be Quiet? — @rhoorl

FRANCISCO “FRANKIE” “CATFISH” MORALES

Bluffing Season — @beskarandblasters

Mesmerized — @endlessthxxghts

New Year’s Day — @hellishjoel

My Home Is You — @chronically-ghosted

Stars — @trulybetty

Need You — @endlessthxxghts

Cravings ⎢ Crash ⎢ Insatiable — @pedge-page

Merry Christmas Cariño — @joelsflannel

All I Want For Christmas — @morallyinept

WILL MILLER

When Sleep Comes Easy — @laurfilijames

Just A Little Push — @missdictatorme

Kinktober 2023: Sexual Exhaustion — @gosmigenergy

Clusterfuck — @velicibeewords

All I Want — @laurfilijames

TRIPLE FRONTIER BOYS

Company — @pimosworld

The Story of Us Masterlist — @pimosworld

TSOU AU ⎢ Never Have I Ever ⎢ Down The Rabbit Hole ⎢ Santa’s A Homewrecker — @pimosworld

What Benny Doesn’t Know Masterlist — @backtothefanfiction

THE GRAY MAN

SIERRA SIX/COURT GENTRY

The Nurse Series ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 — @heresthestorymorningglory

The Spy Next Door — @renren-006

Homework Problems — @renren-006

Wide Open Spaces — @elusivewildflower

Hurt You — @j4desblurbs

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

Safe Hands — @hollandstrophyhusband

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

Aftercare w. Sierra Six — @ken-dom

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

DC

BATMOM

See You Soon (+ Jason Todd) — @reveluving

Batmom’s Biggest Fan — @silly-thinkings

The Bat in the Shadows ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 — @ynscrazylife

Long Overdue Masterlist — @apocalypse-shuffle

Love Thorns All Over This Rose ⎢ Part Two — @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms

Harmony (+Dick Grayson) — @soriseerakyra

Batprank ⎢ Part Two — @ciaraswritings

Unexpected — @ciaraswritings

Ballet (ft. Cass Cain) — @reveluving

I Want To See My Little Boy (ft. Damian Wayne) — @dragon-chica 

BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN

Gossip and Galas — @ciaraswritings

DICK GRAYSON/NIGHTWING

The Graysons — @hannibals-favourite-meal

BATSIS

Alleviate The Pain (Platonic!Dick Grayson) — @pugh-pugh-pugh-pugh

#navigation

[morallyinept]

A list of all my favourite FRANCISCO MORALES Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 5

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Laundry - @tinytinymenace

The Margay Series, Dominica & Barbados - @ohforficsake

Moonshine Series - @pimosworld Featuring Joel Miller

Frankie Masterlist - @nerdieforpedro Lots Of Frankie To Choose From!

Bluffing Season - @beskarandblasters

Be A Good Boy For Mommy - @beskarandblasters Sub!Frankie

My Home Is You - @chronically-ghosted

New Year's Day - @hellishjoel

Driving Home For Christmas - @thetriumphantpanda

Gift Wrapped - @linzels-blog

Unwrap Me - @morallyinept

All I Want For Christmas - @morallyinept

Airport Pickup - @legendary-pink-dot

Pipers Piping - @yeollie-plz

A Love Letter To Frankie - @fhatbhabie

Fairy Lights - @ladamedusoif

Merry Christmas Cariño - @joelsflannel Wife!Reader

Copilot - @frenchiereading

A Little Christmas Magic - @the-blind-assassin-12

Twinkle - @ezrasbirdie

Cobwebs - @popcornforone

Santa's A Homewrecker - @pimosworld Triple Frontier Boys

It Was Always You - @hyzer34

The Gift Is You - @julesonrecord

Alone Time - @tropes-and-tales

Remember Francisco - @nerdieforpedro

What She Wants, Anywhere - @inthe-dark-tonight

No Need For Mistletoe & Frankie, Baby - @undercoverpena

Hey Good Lookin' Part 1 & Part 2 - @gwendibleywrites Chubby!Frankie

Let It Snow Series - @ezrasbirdie & @lowlights

French Hens - @yeollie-plz Featuring Santiago Pope

Please You - @louswrld11

Conversations With Dead People - @grogusmum

The Ties That Bind Series - @pimosworld Featuring Dave York

Common Thread - @wildemaven

#frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #frankie morales #pedro pascal characters #francisco catfish morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales triple frontier #frankie morales x female reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales smut #jett's fic recs #fic recs

[littlepadika]

I can see the "requests closed tag" but there's still no hurt in trying 😭

I'm suffering so much with my period, I'd love to get to read something yours about daddy whiskey taking care of a little with a baad period and tons of PMS. 🥺

I love u padi! hope u are doing great! <3

aww i'm sorry i might be late but i hope you're okay bb!! depending on what kind of little you are it could be really hard to understand what's going on 🥺

Warnings: DDLG, menstruating little, angsty, description of blood/pms pain

Whiskey was good with timing your medication and hydration but this time it still wasn't enough. You were whimpering with a heated stuffie over your stomach. Jack is right there by your side, feeling rather useless. He wishes you didn't have to go through this.

"Daddy..." You whimper. "Was i bad?"

"hmm?" He sat up a little, frowning.

"p-p'cause it's worse-"

"Oh no, little lamb!" Jack stops your train of thought. "No no no." He kissed your cheeks. "This ain't a punishment. It's- it's a normal part of your body. I know it hurts right?"

"Mhm" you curl into his arms. Then suddenly you pushed away. "I hate this!" you practically scream. Jack knew you weren't screaming at him but he still had to stop himself from reprimanding you. You ran into the bathroom and slammed the door. Another thing he didn't normally tolerate but he knew it was just your hormones.

"Little lamb..." Jack slowly approached.

"Don't come in daddy!" He could tell you were crying and that made him want to break down the door even more.

"Please let me help you, little lamb..."

"You can't help!" You shout back and you sound so grown up when you say it, it makes his heart break a little.

Jack rested his head on the door in defeat. "Daddy wishes he could make yer period go away, little darlin'." He exhaled deeply. "But that don't mean I can't help. I'll hold you and kiss you and make it as comfy as I can. Just let me in, please."

There was a moment where he heard you rustling with your clothing.

"You can come in." You say and he slowly opens the door to find you on the toilet. "There's so much, daddy. I ruined my pajamas" You cry.

"I'm sorry, baby. Daddy can fix that though I promise." Jack knelt down and held your hands in his.

"Dey my favorite." You sniffle. It's true it was the ones with lambs and clouds it reminded you of the farm. He let you cry it out and rubbed your thighs soothingly.

"Mm I think some fresh air would do you wonders little lamb. Whenever you're ready. Daddy can get the wagon out and cart you around if you're too tuckered out. I know the horsies miss ya."

"Mkay, daddy." you squeeze his hands and give him a small smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

daddy masterlist

@lafresamilk @mamacitapascal @prettypedros, @marstheplanet @takochansugoi  @oceanablue @iwishtobeastorm @dincrypt, @bac-1, @spacenerdpascal, @cranberrypills @punkerthanpascal @breezythesimp  @djarinsimp @mylittlesenaar @bbybunbun @phnyx @xwalltoast @dreadwolfxoxo @xwalltoast @mswarriorbabe80 @bearcina @lokigirlszendaya @pedroslilbitch @star-wars-fan-2005  @din-jarhead @hillgoth @m4ngoj3lly @crabbae @im-a-mcsimp-for-mchotties @girlofchaos @joelsflannel @xoxabs88xox @nicolethered @sergeant-major-ghost @pretty-girl-likes-tea @alexxavicry @harriedandharassed

#daddy!whiskey #little!reader #anon #ask padika

[joelsflannel]

doomsday (j.m)

tags/warnings (18+ MDNI): ANGST, lots of fire imagery? (not sure where it came from but we’re rolling with it), trauma (discussions of canon events. i.e joel’s been dealt a pretty shitty hand), feelings of betrayal, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end because i’m not a monster, grief. 

summary: (joel miller x f!reader) joel miller is good at a long of things, but opening up is not one of them 

word count: 1.1k

series masterlist

A/N: this is the first official installment of my new series mixtape! i really hope you enjoy, i almost made this chapter smutty but when i checked the word count it was 1111 and the angel number was just too good to pass up. 

your mental health is more important than reading a fic, please take care of yourself and skip this one if any of the warnings are triggering to you <3 

PLUS a big huge massive thank you to @pedgeitopascal for 1.) being the best and 2.) letting me rant and rave to her about this fic 

pull the plug, make it painless

i don’t want a violent end

don’t say that you’ll always love me,

‘cause you know i’d bleed myself dry for you over and over again

—

Things were getting better. They were. The three of them stitched and mended together by fate, probably trauma, and love; a family. 

Sometimes, though, there were things that slipped through the cracks of the mosaic they’d built. Sometimes years of unexamined pain boiled up and over, burning whatever and whomever it touched. 

It wasn’t that Joel’s intentions were to shut everyone out. No, he’d gone so long without the comfort of someone to confide in that it was hard to express the burning pit of affliction that seemed to radiate in his very being. Sarah. Tess. Tommy. Ellie. You. Everyone he’d cared about, everyone he felt he’d failed, occupied the inferno. 

He wanted to let you in, needed to, and he was trying but some fires burn unbidden. 

That’s how he ended up here, standing across from you in your shared living room. His hands itched to hold you, to find purchase on your skin, comfort you. Comfort you from what, though? From him? The feeling of being the cause of your tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes feeding the flames, fueling that nagging feeling that he was falling short. 

“I can’t,” you look up at him, voice quiet and tired. “I can’t sit here and watch you detach from yourself, from me, from us. I love you, I love you so much that my soul aches for you. I can’t breathe when you're around and I can’t breathe when you’re not.” 

“Please, Joel.” eyes filled with pleading tears, the soaked sleeve of your sweater trying to wipe them away but the tears still flow, and the ache still gnaws away. “Fuck, you have to let me in. You’re always telling me that you can't lose me but I can’t lose you either.”

He’d never seen you seem so small, so defeated, “I don’t wanna hurt you, angel.” 

The look on your face said it all, the bright smile you normally wore had been replaced by a twisted expression of heartache and longing. Your eyes were puffy, brows furrowed as you drew in a shaky breath, “You know what hurts? What feels like you’ve taken a knife and twisted it in my stomach?” the words taste bitter on your tongue, getting caught in your throat and mangled by emotion, “The fact that despite everything we’ve been through together, it never feels like you fully trust me.”

“Darlin’,” his voice low, thick with emotion, “I’m just afraid that you won’t look at me the same way. What if I say somethin’ and it scares you away? I can’t risk you.”

Those eyes he loves so much are big and watery, betraying the notion of every inch of your body longing to be close to his.  “Let me have a say, let me decide what I can handle. Please just quit shutting me out, I can’t handle that.” 

Finally, he finds himself closing the gap between them, bridging what felt like miles in two steps as he takes a seat on the threadbare couch that the three of you had patched up with various fabrics over the years. 

He takes your hand in his, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for bein’ cold, bein’ distant, for shuttin’ you out.” his grief weighs heavy on his face, taking a deep breath, and rubbing a calloused hand over his face, steeling himself, “My life has been a lot of things. It’s been scary, lonely, everything but easy. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, I’ve dealt as much pain as I’ve been given.”

As if you can see him withdrawing back into himself, you place a hand on his cheek, “Come back to me. Don’t wander off so far into that head of yours that I can’t reach you, please.”

He shakes his head, his body tense. You can see the gears turning, the fire of panic fighting with the fear of vulnerability, the idea of laying everything out on the table for you to see. He knows, he knows that you would never do anything to hurt him. You’ve been through far too much yourself to pick apart the dirty details of his past. The only reasons he has for closing off are internal, every fiber of his being putting up shutters to lock his grief away from your gentle touch. Even now when he looks over at you, those big beautiful eyes opening themselves up for him, warm and inviting if he would just let himself fall. 

“When I lost Sarah, it was like a part of me broke. There’s this hole in my heart, a void that I can’t fill. I-,” his voice shakes, clearing his throat as tears fill his brown eyes. “Nothin’ takes the hurt away, I can’t get ‘er back” 

You suck in a shaky breath, in all the time you’ve been with Joel, he’d never broken down like this. Never let his walls down enough for you to see that pain, the raging ache that consumed him. “Nothing I can do or say will bring her back, I would do anything to take that pain away.” wiping away his tears as they fall, “You have to let her live on through you. The people we were lucky enough to know, the people that we love are never truly gone. From all you’ve told me about her, she wouldn’t want you to live a life plagued with guilt.” 

His features soften at her words, his breath evening out, the fire slowly dissipating. It was as though you were the one person that dared to brave the chaos he was sure surrounded him. Your eyes search his, willing him to see that you were right there, that you would always be there. 

He hesitates for a moment, eyes still weary as exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I never stopped lovin’ her. I never will. She’d want me to be happy, live for somethin’ more than myself.” 

He reaches out, cupping your soft cheek as you lean into his touch. “Thank you,” your voice is barely above a whisper, “for letting me in.” 

“I’ve never been the best at openin’ up, but with you,” he pauses for a moment, an almost peaceful expression painting his face as he looks at you, the unbearable weight in his heart shrinking down and breathing you in. “with you, I guess I was just so afraid of losin’ you that I didn’t realize I was the one pushin’ you away. I need you to stay.”

“I love you.” a soft smile tugs at your lips, placing your hand gently over his larger one cupping your cheek. 

A small sigh of relief escapes his lips, leaning forward slightly and pressing his lips on your forehead, 

“I love you too, darlin’.”

song: doomsday by lizzy mcalpine

#joelsflannel masterlist #Joel Miller #joel miller fluff #joel miller x reader #joel miller one shot #post!outbreak joel miller #post!outbreak joel miller x reader #jackson!joel miller #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller angst #joelsmixtape fic #the last of us imagine #the last of us #tlou x reader #joel miller fanfic #firefly-graphics divider #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #cafekitsune dividers

[joelsflannel]

mixtape masterlist

pairing: joel miller x f!reader rating: 18+ minors please do not interact series summary: a collection of fics based on different songs, all the same reader but can be read standalone. essentially a mixtape of songs that make me think of joel miller warnings (for entire “series”, each fic will have its own set of warnings attached as well): the occasional angst, implied age difference, canon trauma, mental health, adult themes, fluff, pet names (its joel miller, cmon), canon violence, hurt/comfort, feelings of betrayal, grief, 

angst: ❤️‍🩹

smut: ❤️‍🔥

fluff: ❤️

note: fics are not posted in sequential order, I'll do my best to arrange them as i post them. titles like this mean that I'm planning on writing a fic but they will not necessarily be posted in that order nor are all songs listed

doomsday ❤️❤️‍🩹

summary: joel miller is good at a lot of things, but opening up is not one of them word count: 1.1k

lovebug

touch tank

american pie

suspicious minds

work song

movement

sunflower, vol. 6

bags

you could start a cult

mona lisa, mona lisa

to be continued...

#joelsflannel masterlist #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller one shot #the last of us hbo #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller angst #joel miller fic #joelsmixtape fic #joel miller fanfic #tlou #pre!outbreak joel x reader #to read #pre!outbreak joel #post!outbreak joel miller #post!outbreak joel miller x reader #firefly-graphics divider

[joelsflannel]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ masterlist ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

requests: OPEN

♡ = fluff

Joel Miller

| series |

mixtape 

masterlist

status: ongoing

| one-shots |

Stress ♡

Frankie “Catfish” Morales

| one-shots |

Merry Christmas, Cariño ♡

important note: this is a side blog, so all comments i make will be from lovebandrry but that’s still me!

#masterlist #tom holland #peter parker #imagine #fluff #joel miller #tlou #pedro pascal #x reader #age gap!reader #blurb #tom holland x reader #joel miller x reader #the last of us #imagine x reader #joelsflannel masterlist #my writing

[joelsflannel]

merry christmas, cariño

or joelsflannel presents: a frankie morales christmas

masterlist

pairing: frankie morales x wife!reader rating: absolute tooth-rotting fluff warnings/tags: husband!frankie, dad!frankie, frankie is a girl dad and I stand by that, very fluffy, morales family christmas, kaleigh uses lots of words to say not that many things, blink and you'll miss it barely a reference to TF canon events, not one but TWO sets of big, brown, baby cow eyes, no mentions of religion or anything outside of presents and santa. reader has no specified appearance, pictures are included for aesthetic purposes only. word count: 351 (she's just a baby, your honor) summary: mom and dad get woken up for presents ofc.

A/N: merry pedromas @frenchiereading!! surprise, I'm your pedrostories secret santa and I hope you enjoy your moodboard as much as I enjoyed making it. I couldn't help myself at the thought of christmas girl dad!frankie so I had to write a little blurb. It's a little cheesy but hey, 'tis the season ❤️🎄

dividers by the amazing @saradika

Peaceful. The morning starts out peaceful, the comforting weight of Frankie’s arm holding you impossibly close as the light begins to shine through the curtains. The soft sounds of snores and a smell so warm, inviting, and uniquely Frankie fills your senses and provide a soothing soundtrack for the start of the day. Turning in his grip, you can’t help but admire the sleeping face of your husband. Tracing a gentle finger over the scruff of his jaw with an almost reverent gaze. The way his mouth parts slightly and the ever-present worry lines between his eyebrows fade with the warm embrace of sleep. The peace doesn’t last long, replaced by the sound of small feet pattering down the hall and sweet giggles growing closer before the door swings open. 

“Mama! Daddy! He came, he came!” The excitement in your daughter’s voice is enough to stir Frankie’s sleeping form, his arms tightening around you one last time before sitting up. His sleepy eyes sparkle in a way that melts your heart into a puddle. The perfect father, the way he grabs hold of his little girl and litters her small face with kisses, matching brown eyes caught in a battle of who can out puppy dog eye who. After a few minutes of laughter and your daughter deciding that you make a great tickle target (read: your daughter begging to go downstairs to unwrap her presents from Santa), you finally make your way downstairs. Spoiler alert: her puppy dog eyes win every time. 

It’s been a long year, one made exponentially better by the warmth brought by your little family. The little giggles, the sound of wrapping paper being torn open to reveal months of hard work met with bright eyes, the feeling of Frankie’s arms wrapping around you as the two of you curl up on the couch and watch your daughter play with her new toys. She’s completely entranced by them, only tearing her attention away to look up every now and then with a “Mama, Daddy, look!!” that warms your heart in a way that no fire could hold a candle to. 

“Merry Christmas, Santa.” you turn your head to look up at Frankie, those strong arms tightening as your eyes meet his. He shakes his head with a laugh before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “Merry Christmas, cariño.”

#pedrostories #pedrostoriesgift23 #frankie morales #frankie morales moodboard #dad!frankie #husband!frankie #morales family christmas card #christmas moodboard #triple frontier #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales is the loml thank you very much #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales fic #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales christmas #frankie morales x wife!reader

[littlepadika]

I just had to tell you that last night I read your little ficlet about spying on papi pero and seeing him smile and then I had a dream that basically followed that exact story except I was a sleepy little trying to get pero to have special play time and he was all riled up and saying things like “bebita slow down or papi won’t last as long as he wants to” so thank you for the inspiration 🥰🤤

omggg yes 🤤

Warnings: DDLG, fem little, mention of somno

It's early in the morning and for once you're awake before Papi. You're in his bed, on top of his broad chest. You stare at him and trace his scar with your finger. Your papi was the most handsome in the whole world!

That's when you feel his erection against you and you unconsciously throw your leg around his hip so you can feel it against your core. You rock against it as your eyes closed. It felt so good bumping against your panty-covered clit. You felt so little against his big strong body. You covered your mouth to muffle any whimpers as you continued to chase your climax.

"Patita-" Pero reached up and cupped your bottom, stopping your movement. "What-"

"Go back to sleep Papi." You whimper, trying to get more friction.

"How can I sleep when you're rubbing against me like this, little duck." Pero groaned. How was he already so close? "What do you need? Dime."

"Milkies, papi." You nod. You wanted Papi to sleep but now your needs were becoming more important. And as good as humping him felt, you wanted more.

"Ay...slow down... por fa- papi won't last-" He bucked against you.

"But I wanna-" You don't understand why he wants you to stop.

Pero turned you over, holding your hips to the bed. "Papi's got you, patita. If I knew you were so needy every morning..." He bit his lip to stop from spilling his darkest desires. To fill you up while you slept. Keeping you content and sated on his cock all night.

You try to reach for his cock tenting his boxers but you can't reach. "Please!" You give him your best puppy dog look.

"Be a good girl." He pushed your arms up over your head, raking his eyes down your body. In his shirt. "Díos... you make papi so hard, patita. My princesa preciosa."

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[littlepadika]

Can u do a nsfw night routine with javi g with cockwarming and u do the rest please for your babybunny friend.

soo cute!!!!

Warnings: DDLG. c*ckwarming

"Girasol, are you watching?" Javi whispered over your shoulder. You were squirming in his lap while the movie was playing in front of you.

You don't respond because you want to be good and pay attention but your princess parts were tingling. You open your legs wider and scoot back instinctively.

"You're squrimy tonight. Like a little fish." Javi chuckled. "Are you ready for bed."

"Mhm." You nod.

Javi shuts off the movie and guides you to your room. He opens the window slightly and you can hear the sea hitting the rocks and feel the cool salty breeze cool down the room.

You toss off your clothes and flop down in bed.

"You forgot your pijamas, girasol." Javi picked up your nightgown from the floor where you left it this morning.

"Don't wan it." You bit your lip.

"Are you feeling okay?" Javi went over and felt your forehead, suddenly worried.

"I'm- my princess parts are tingly papi." You roll over onto your back and he could see just how tingly they were.

"Oh hermosa..." He dropped to his knees beside you. "Yes I can see."

"Can you make it better please?" You try and pull his tan hand towards your center.

"I know something better okay?" Javi joined you on the bed, spooning you against him. You squirmed against him looking for any kind of stimulation. "Shh... preciosa. Let Papi-" He pulled his shorts down and guided his cock into you. "Shhh shhh papi will make it all better."

"That- that feels good, Papi." You turn over your shoulder and blink up at him with big eyes. "Papi move!"You roll your hips until you are stopped by his hand holding it in place.

"Shh shh not yet let's just stay like this. Fuck- just feel papi okay? I promise you'll get milkies when you're less fussy."

You pout but don't try and move again. Slowly you start to relax. Papi happily fed you his two fingers to suck on.

"There you go, girasol. Papi is in all your holes where he should be. Such a good girl." Javi cooed, loving to see how he could comfort you. Pretty soon you drifted to sleep even without the milkies you have never been more content!

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[littlepadika]

What would night time routines be like with the other daddies? 🥺 also I love you and your blog and writing!!!

idk who i've written about but i've been thinking about jack so much this week idk why. He's definitely into bedtime stories!!! 🦋

Warnings: DDLG, fem little

It started with him reading you books and adding little adlibs and plot tangents. You never minded. You found his stories more interesting than the picture books and with your big imaginaton you didn't even need pictures. Just your daddy's voice and descriptions painted the picture. So he started just telling his own stories, finding a lot of joy in seeing you hang on his every word.

In the summer he likes to pull you into his lap while he sits in his rocking chair on the porch. You gaze up at him and at the stars as he tells you the most fantastic stories all from memory. He uses your stuffies to play the different characters. Sometimes you draw him pictures to serve as backgrounds.

"And den what happened daddy?"

"well the brave agent bun bun invented a brilliant plan. He was going to go on a little trip out west to unexplored land. Hot and dry country. He had to find the desert fairy to cast a spell on the bad men and save the town. Everyone said that he was crazy." He raised his voice and exaggerated his accent which made you giggle. 'no bunbun ain't no one for a thousand clicks seen the desert fairy. Yer crazier than a road lizard if you think yer gonna find her.' But bun bun didn't care what people thought. So he packed his trusty steed wildflower (holding your horsie stuffie now) and set off to the unknown..."

"Den what?" You ask when he stops speaking, gazing down at you lovingly.

"I think it's high time you get to bed, little lamb."

"nooo." You pout.

"Hey... we can't have story time if you throw a fit at the end." He frowns though he's not angry.

"Sorry I just really want to know what happens, daddy."

"I know, my good listener. I promise daddy will tell you more tomorrow, mkay?"

"Mkay." You yawn. Jack gives you bun bun and wildflower back and you nuzzle against them while Jack carries you inside and to your room. He tucks you in and kisses you goodnight.

Somedays you fall asleep before the end of the story and wake up in the middle of the nght and run into your daddy's room.

"Hm? What's wrong, little lamb?" He'd sit up as soon as your pitter patter stops in front of the bed.

"I didn't hear the rest of the story! Daddy tell me now!" You crawl up into his warm covers. "Please."

"It's bedtime, baby."

"I can't sleep until I know what happens."

"I'll tell you in the morning." He compromises and you slip under the covers with him. You decided you'd wait and be a good girl. Sure enough you wake up and bring bunbun in to hear more of the story. You're amazed that Jack had so many stories ready to go and always thought of new twists to keep the saga interesting.

"Look papi I drew the wild west." You bring him the crayon drawing.

"Oh look at this! Keep this up and we'll have a full on storybook."

"No only my story." You frown not liking thinking of other people getting to hear your daddy's story.

"Of course." Whiskey kisses your head before hanging the picture up. "I think this will be a great background for tonight's chapter of our story. Thank you baby girl. I'm so proud of you."

You brighten up immediately at his praise, running back to the table to draw the desert fairy.

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[littlepadika]

Hi! **waves** so I’ve been a longtime lurker, but I’ve been having a hard time lately, been super lonely and sad, having a hard time taking care of myself and in general am just overwhelmed… And um, I’m wondering how you think daddy!Markie would do bc he’s what I need right now…

Wuv you btw

aww bb i'm so sorry you're having a rough time. Thank you for reaching out. I want to reply to this right away so i'm sorry if this is a little shorter but i wanted to get you something rn. I hope it helps 💕 wuv u too

Unconditionally

Warnings: DDLG, gn little, sad feelings but fluffy

He's taking the day off of work. After he noticed you were down, he comes in all excited to tell you he's taking the day off. He comes into your room and sees you buried under your covers.

"Guess what, lovebug..." He leans over and tries to kiss your cheek.

"What?" You croak already feeling like crud.

"Daddy took the day off so we can do whatever you want to do!"

To Markie's dismay you instantly started crying at this.

"nooo daddy!"

"What? I thought you'd be happy. We have the whole day together" He perches on the bed and tries to pull you towards him.

"You shouldn't miss work because of me. I'm no fun. I'm a-a burden!" You whimper, resisting his arms, going for your stuffie instead.

Markie's heart breaks at that because you're his sunshine, his light, his reason to keep going, you were totally the opposite of a burden. How could he make you see that?

"You're not a burden, sweetheart. Daddy promises." He coos, stroking your hair gently. "And you're not alone in feeling down in the dumps. I've been just as lonely and burnt out as you've been feeling."

"You-you have?" You sniffle, looking up at him with big eyes. You found that hard to believe. Markie was always so cheerful and strong and had everything together.

"Yeah. I miss you when i'm at work and i know you're all alone. When I know you're hurting." Marcus inches closer to you, kissing your forehead gently. "It's not easy on me either so this is a day for both of us to be whatever we want to be."

"I sad tho." You blink back more tears.

"So we'll be sad today. That's okay because we're together." He chuckles a little feeling his own eyes start to tear up. He just loves you so much. He loves being so vulnerable with you.

You lean into his arms finally, inhaling his comforting scent mixed with laundry detergent. His strong arms encircle you and you imagine it like a forcefield keeping everything out. His slightly scruffy cheek was soothing against yours.

"I love you so much, lovebug." Marcus whispers into your hair. "Unconditionally."

"I- I wuv you too daddy."

"You know what unconditionally means?" He asks subtly rocking you in his lap.

"No." You admit.

"It means 'no matter what'. So that means I love you when you're sad. I love you when you're happy. I love you when you're naughty or nice. It doesn't matter."

You sob at that this time it's a good cry. You needed to hear that. You needed to know it was safe to have a bad day with him. He wasn't going to love you less.

"I wuv you uncondishonee, too, daddy." You whisper it like it's a secret.

"Thank you. Now what do you say we have our bottle and stay in our PJs all day?"

"YES!" You hug him so tight.

"Give me a kissie." Marcus asks, puckering his lips. You're happy to give him one.

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[littlepadika]

Oo oo Padi look

One of the daddies lets his little bury him in the sand and maybe there are some teasing remarks about his body because little likes getting to touch him like this... 😉 "you have nice shoulders daddy"

YES I love this pic of him. Gosh this is the softest idea and I imagine all the daddies loving it but this idea screams Javi!!!

Warnings: DDLG, gn!little, some nsfw teasing

It starts when he's sleeping on his stomach and you get the idea to bury him. You take your little yellow bucket and fill it up with sand then dump it over him. After a couple times Javi wakes up.

"What are you doing, bebita?" He grumbles, his voice raspy from sleep.

"I bury papi!" You giggle.

"What has Papi done to deserve this?" He tilts his head with a small smile.

"So you don't escape and I get you all to myself." You grin mischievously.

"You want to be selfish with Papi?" Javi smirked, feeling another bucket of stand drop on his back.

"Ya. Me shellfish." You repeated that word papi said not realizing you made a pun.

This made Javi laugh, his shoulders shaking.

"Stop squriming Papi. You're gonna mess me up!"

"Lo siento, bebita." Javi lays patiently while you bury him. The cool sand did feel nice on his back. There weren't many people out today which made everything very quiet and peaceful.

"Your booty is so flat, papi." You remarked, patting the sand over it.

"Bebita! You wound Papi." Javi pretended to be shocked.

"Sorry. But dats what you said Papi. You said you have a flat booty." You dutifully repeat what he told you.

"I did say that." Javi rolled his eyes at your teasing. He made the remark after getting into his swim trunks and feeling like he had no definition. "And then I said you have the best booty, bebita." Javi chuckled.

"I like your shoulders, Papi." You straddle him and place your little hands on his warm shoulders, still exposed in the warm sun.

"Mmm." He grunts, enjoying the praise. "What's nice about them?"

"They big." You lean down and kiss them. "And strong." You can't hardly wrap your hands around them with how big they are. You slide your hands back and forth feeling how big they are.

Javi's hips shift below the sand and his breath quickens.

"A-anything else you like, bebita?" He turns his head slightly so you could see his raised eyebrow.

"I like your neck Papi." You move your hands there, giving it a little massage. He groans quietly at how good it feels. "It's so strong. I like to watch it." You trace the large vein running down the side.

His hips shift more in the sand.

"And i love your hair." you card your fingers through it. It's still damp from the ocean. You felt so at peace in this moment. "It's softer den my stuffies. I like to hold it like dis." You lace your fingers through it making it stick up in tiny tufts.

"Yeah?" Javi encouraged you. "You like to grab it a lot when we play, don't you?"

Then suddenly you feel the sand beneath you move as Papi started to stand up.

"No!!!" You giggled as you fell to the side onto the towel. Javi let out a dramatic roar like an animal breaking free of its chains. Sand slid off his back into a little pile.

"Roar!! You cannot contain me, bebita!" He sat up on his knees, spreading his arms wide. "Now I'm coming for you!" He lunged for you and you managed to scramble away, your laughter ringing down the beach.

"Catch me, Papi!"

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