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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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A/N: Brought to you deliciously by @tightjeansjavi @loquaciousferret @peterhollandkait @chaotic-mystery

Summary: ever wonder how it feels for your favorite Pedro Pascal character to go down on you? Well, look no further because the girlies got you covered! Oh, and these men definitely know how to eat it good.

Warnings: this is literally just smut. If you are under 18 do not interact. This is content NOT intended to be consumed by minors. If you interact and I find for you to be underaged, I will be blocking you, no questions asked.

Din Djarin

↳ @loquaciousferret

Din doesn’t get the opportunity to eat you out as much as he would like, purely due to the logistics involved with ensuring it is perfectly dark and to have the time and space to apply a blindfold to you. You honestly don’t mind that it isn’t often, and it seems to frustrates him more than it does you. He is a selfless and generous person and wishes he could take this into the bedroom too.

All this considered, it does mean he really takes his time whenever he does get the opportunity. He will be patient and spend what seems like hours pulling multiple orgasms from you, never stopping until the point where you are the one begging for him to stop and just fuck you.

“Please- Din, please. I need you.”

“You have me, mesh’la. I’m right here.”

You whined, his facial hair tickled at your inner thighs as he spoke gently, his voice sending vibrations through your core.

When he did eventually fuck you after eating you out, the pleasure was intensified for you both. With you blindfolded, he could kiss and worship all of your body, and take in your subtle facial expressions without his visor obscuring his view.

“So beautiful, cyar’ika. I could stay here with you like this forever.” And he truly wishes he could.

Javier Peña

↳ @tightjeansjavi

Javi Peña eats your pussy wherever, and whenever he wants. You could be at the office, legs spread over his desk, his hands deliciously holding your thighs apart as he devours your sweet cunt. Thank god it’s only you two working late hours because your moans are free falling around the room, bouncing off the walls. You can hear him groaning in content at your sweet taste along his tongue. Even as his jaw goes slack, he continues to lap at you, wanting to get every last drop.

Or you’re in your apartment, blissfully whipping up some brownies or cookies to bring into the office, humming whatever tune is playing on the radio. You’re wearing one of Javi’s shirts, and a thin pair of panties. Your hips sway just enough for Javi to notice. You feel his presence looming behind you before he’s sinking down his knees. Your breath is caught in your throat when you feel his hands sneak up the apex of your thighs, prying them apart. “Javi, what are you—” you stumble over your words, gripping the counter tightly when he flattens his tongue against your clothed pussy, tasting you through the thin fabric. “Don’t mind me, cariño. Keep on whisking.”

You feel him hook his thumb along the side of your panties, revealing your slick cunt to him and then he’s completely devouring you, your knees nearly buckle as his nose bumps into your clit. His tongue is absolutely working you into ruin. “Javi, this really isn’t the time—fuck, baby.”

He’d let out a low chuckle against your core, sending warm vibrations up your spine. “There’s never a time more perfect to eat your sweet pussy cariño.” He tsks.

Pre!Outbreak Joel

↳ @chaotic-mystery

Pre!outbreak Joel would eat your pussy whenever and wherever he wanted your aching cunt in his mouth. It didn’t matter if you were in public, that’s why his truck has back seats. All he’d have to do is give you that look and you knew what was coming. Your minimal clothing choices in the Texas heat would make him start looking for secluded places to pull over. His hand would be at the very top of your thigh and he’d squeeze ever so gently causing your breath to hitch. It was the slight risk of getting caught by someone as he’s going to town on his girl, making her squirm and cry out.

He’d push your legs back so your thighs are slightly pinned against your stomach so he can see your dripping wet pussy in all its glory. As soon as your panties hit the floor of the truck, he’d give you a groan as he gets closer to you and admire how wet you already are for him. “Look at this beautiful fuckin’ pussy baby doll. Who got you like this, hm? Tell me sweet girl.” Just as you’re about to answer, he’d flatten his tongue against your clit and start devouring you. He liked seeing how much he can make you work for it while he’s rotting your brain, taking your breath away with his devilish mouth. “Cmon baby, tell me” he’d moan against you trying to aid a response between your moans.

Your fingers would comb through his hair and tug every time he sucked on your clit and shook his head from side to side, scoring a raspy whimper from you. His hand clutching your pillowy breasts and pinching your nipples, causing you to feel a fiery pit in your stomach.

“Joel please I’m gonna cum- don’t stop, just like that, just like that” your sentence growing to barely a whisper as you were right at the edge of releasing. Joel’s tongue would start flicking against your sensitive bud and that was all it took, your legs wrapped around his head as you rode his face, screaming his name. It didn’t stop there, of course. As you’d ride your high and buck your hips against his wet face, his mouth would still be attached to your clit. You’d start turning side to side, trying to back up but he’d wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you as close as he could, moaning into your juices that made your pussy glisten in the sun spilling through the window.

“Where are you goin, darlin'? I’m not full yet” he’d mutter and go right back to licking up your juices, running his tongue along the slick folds and around your clit. You’d push his head away and cry out, begging for a break but he’d grab your wrists, your legs tightening around his head even more. “One more baby cmon one more fuckin time just for me, pretty baby” your body shaking and breathes becoming faster until they sounded like gasps. The shriek of pleasure you let out as your eyes roll to the back of your head, a tear slipping from your eye as your body falls into complete euphoria. Your legs would fall from his shoulders, body still trembling slightly as he’d hover above you and admire his work that was written all over your face.

Post!Outbreak Joel

↳ @tightjeansjavi

Post!Outbreak Joel eats your pussy like it’s solely based around his own survival. How else is he supposed to feel alive, and human without his mouth devouring your cunt? There is no sweeter sound to his ears than mewls he elicits from your pretty little lips from his sinful mouth devouring you. You almost just got bit by a clicker? Cool, drop your pants girlie, because Joel is going to make you forget all about that near death experience in no time!

He prefers to have you on all fours, ass up with your back arched at almost an uncomfortable angle. Your bare pussy, glistening and pulsing through his heated, greedy gaze. You would only briefly feel his hot breath fanning your core. Joel doesn’t like wasting any time, but he loves to hear you beg him just a little. He’s a bit of a biter, and you’d feel his teeth graze the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, causing you to lurch forward on your knees. He’d growl under his breath, wrapping his arm around your stomach and pull you right back to his face. “You stay right where you are darlin’ you hear me?” His mouth would be on you before you’d even get a chance to respond. He loved knocking the air from your lungs. It would take him no time to have you chasing your impending orgasm. His lips would be harshly wrapped around your clit, sucking intensely on your bundle of nerves. His teeth would graze you, and you’d be seeing stars.

His coarse, wiry beard would be scratching deliciously at your sensitive skin. The only time he would pause his sinful actions would be to spit on your already soaked cunt, he’d drag his tongue through his own salvia mixed with your juices before he would be lapping at you again. As soon as you would start to feel that the sensation was too much, your thighs would be quivering as you’d beg him to show you some mercy. “Joel—please I-I—it’s too much. Baby, I can’t—please..” you whined.

“Yes you can, pretty girl. I ain’t fuckin’ done with you yet.” He harshly whispered against your cunt. His beard and chin would already be coated in your arousal but this was never enough for him.

He’d flip you over onto your back, without warning, and grab your ankles in his calloused palms. He’d yank you down so you were beneath him, before he’d be devouring you once more. Your fingers would be desperately fisting his hair, riding into his face, feeling him everywhere. You’d scream his name, loud enough for the entire QZ to hear just how good this man treated you, and your pussy. Even after you would be fully spent, he’d keep his head buried between your thighs, his tongue would slowly be lapping up your release, before he’d press a chaste kiss to your clit. “Always such a good girl for me darlin’ could eat you for every fuckin’ meal.”

Frankie Fransico Morales

↳ @peterhollandkait

Frankie “pussy eating king” Morales

• Frankie starts slow, teasing you with his mouth and fingers on other parts of your body.

• Everyone thinks Frankie is an ass man, but he really truly loves your tits, never getting enough of them.

• He leaves marks and bruises all over them, sucking on your nipples with any chance he can get.

• When he finally moves down to your core, still teasing you, he breathes against your cunt, pressing kisses to your inner thighs.

• He does this until you’re begging him, whining for his touch, which is when he finally gives in.

• Frankie eats you like a man starved, lapping up your juices fervently. He has an arm holding open your thighs, the other pressing two fingers into your entrance, pumping them in and out.

• Every once in a while, he pulls away to whisper words of encouragement against your skin.

• “You like that baby?”

• “You’re doing so good for me gorgeous, taking my mouth so well”

• When his mouth is back on your folds, you’re mewling for him.

• He doesn’t give you a break between your first and second orgasm, sucking on your clit, making the most obscene noises as your pleasure wracks through you again and again.

• When you’re coming down from your second climax, he lays his head on your inner thigh, giving you a pussy drunk smile.

• He’s obsessed with you, never even thinking to touch himself at any point.

• This is all for you, no matter how hard his cock might be

• He puts his mouth back on you, fucking your third orgasm out of you with his tongue.

• He makes you see stars, your head going blank and body feeling weightless. He knows exactly how to manipulate your body to coax the most powerful orgasms from you.

• He learns your cues easily, knowing that your thighs shake before you squirt all over his face, covering him in your juices

• The way you tug on his hair tightly and arch your back before you come, screaming his name

• The echo of your voice on the walls gives him purpose, not hesitating to dive further into you to get what he wants

• Afterwards he puts every effort into making sure you’re comfortable

• He cleans you up with a warm washcloth, tucking you carefully under the covers before he joins you on the other side.

• He doesn’t care about his own pleasure, his only thoughts are to care for you.

Dieter Bravo

↳ @tightjeansjavi

Dieter Fucking Bravo eats your pussy like he’s the president of the pussy eating fan club. He is always absolutely greedy, ravenous to have his face buried against your sweet cunt. He’d have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner, appetizer, and of course dessert. On the occasions that you’d be spending the weekend with him, (literally every weekend) Dieter’s one, and simple request, is that you’d wear no panties around him. So you’d find yourself in his penthouse, wearing one of his expensive tailored shirts, and no panties. You could be doing the most mundane tasks, such as; doing your laundry. You’d be leaned over the open dryer, glistening pussy on full display for him. Next thing you know, his hands are around your hips and hoisting you up onto the dryer, spreading your legs wide open. He’d have a few greedy licks, before he would turn the dryer on, sending sweet vibrations up your core before his mouth and tongue would be fully devouring you. He’d use his pointer and middle finger to spread your slick folds open so you were on full display. He’d fuck your pussy with his tongue dragging it in and out of you before he’d focus all of his attention on your clit. The obscene slurping sounds he would make would drive you wild, and turn your brain to mush. He’d moan into you, shaking his head back and forth as he laps at you. “Mhmmm. Sweetest fucking pussy baby. All mine. Can eat you for fucking days, my sweet sweet girl. Now I’m gonna need you to cum all over my face like the dirty little girl I know you are.” Between the vibrations of the dryer, and Dieter's tongue showing you no mercy, you do just as he says. Screaming out his name while your hips buck up into his face. Even after you're spent, he continues to lap at you before he’s coaxing as many orgasms out of you as you're willing to give him.

He likes eating your pussy when it’s the most inconvenient possible time ever. Usually when you’re on your laptop, typing away. You’re on a writer's block for the next chapter of your 200k smut fic about Poe Dameron. He’s about to go down on the reader, but you’re lacking inspiration. Just as you're clicking the next key, you feel Dieter’s lips pressing to your ankle, he’s on his stomach and you peek over the top of your screen to see his smug face looking up at you. “How’s that chapter coming along baby?” He speaks against your skin, kissing his way up your calf and thigh. “I’m at writer's block. I can’t fucking find the inspiration for this scene. He’s supposed to go down on the reader and—” you give him a warning look as he inches his face closer to your pussy. He shuts the screen to your laptop and places it on the coffee table. You roll your eyes as he’s already hiking your hip up with your foot firmly planted against the side of the couch. “Mmm. This is that trigger happy X-Wing Pilot, right?” You can feel his hot breath fanning your core as he licks his lips. “Yeah, and I really don’t need you—” your mouth falls open when he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly. “Mmm well I can be your inspiration baby. You just pretend I’m that Poe Dameron fellow.” He hums against you, and you can feel his stupid smirk against your pussy. His tongue is lapping you up, swirling and sucking on your clit like you’re his last meal. He switches from fast licks, to slow filthy ones that have you yanking his hair and demanding more. This smug bastard is spelling his fucking name against your soaked pussy because he is absolutely marking what is his. Dieter Bravo is a whore for eating your pussy, and he isn’t ashamed to admit it.

Jack Whiskey Daniels

↳ @loquaciousferret

Agent Whiskey doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth. He prefers something heavy, smokey, fiery. But when it comes to you… Well, that’s different see, because you are the sweet thing he needs a taste of at the end of every long, hard day.

He’ll return home from work, (having been doing god knows what all day), and he’ll find you perched somewhere in the house, sometimes the sofa, sometimes the bed, sometimes on a barstool at the kitchen island. He would seek you out like a missile locked on a target.

He would kiss you first, licking your strawberry lip balm from your lips. When he made his way down, slowly, sucking gently at your neck, he tasted coconut. When he sank to his knees before you, and nestled his head between your thighs, the taste was still sweet as could be, something indescribable and incomparable, something uniquely you. You giggled as he dived in, trying to indulge further, but the wide brim of his hat obstructed his access to you.

He smirked, quickly removing it and reaching up to place it on your head.

“You take care of that, sugar, and let me take care of you.”

He would eat your pussy until you were having to push him away, legs shaking, overstimulated from having come apart on his tongue numerous times. He would barely give you a reprieve until he wanted to start again, pleading with you softly, “Come on sweet girl, I know you got one more for me.”

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cxrsed-angel · 1 year

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I ♡︎ DILFS

word count: 3k

Warnings: smut 18+ only (minors DNI), Daddy kink (kinda expected), established relationship, age gap (reader is between 24-25, Joel is in his 50s), oral (male receiving), fem!reader

A/N: I've always thought Joel was hot but Pedro Pascal playing him really did it for me, trying to improve my smut so I hope this is better than my last one. <3!!

You were going through an old building as a short cut you didn't realize it at first from the decay and rubble, but the more you looked around, you could see that it used to be a mall. You looked inside a store seeing if you could find anything useful when you spot it. It was a sign from fate; you go and grab the shirt and hold it up to look at. Considering what it's been through, it was in pretty good condition, like it was saved for you. You quickly take off your backpack and put it on. It was a little small; you assume it was a baby tee from the fit of it, but you had a long sleeve under, so you were still covered. You hear Ellie call your name and grab your stuff and run over to them. Joel starts walking, leading you out once he sees you, “Took you long enough come on lets get out of here” You see Ellie looking at the shirt, trying to read it.

“I heart-i heart, whats a DILF?” Ellie asks more so to anyone than directly to her you could see the gears turning in her head trying to figure out what each letter means.

You wish you could take a picture of Joel's face when he heard that, he turned around so fast, “Where the hell did you find that at” “C’mon Joel you know this is my brand, my whole motto, this is me, it was fate that brought me and this shirt together and Im never taking it off.”

“Dead I Like, Deadly I-ok I give up what is it” you both ignored Ellie trying to figure out what DILFS are.

“I can't take you anywhere, how do you always manage to find the most ridiculous shit during an apocalypse.”

“Hey! what is it, I don't get it.” You hear Ellie shouting at you clearly annoyed, but youre more focused on Joel at the moment.

“Aw Joel don't be jealous you know you're the only DILF for me”

“Can you shut the hell up.” You giggled slightly at the clear annoyance in his voice. You loved messing with him when you can, and when it wouldn't put you in danger of course, you added some much-needed fun to his life.

You finally leave the mall and walk out onto the road; you were so excited about your DILF shirt, you had an eye for things like this. You knew you couldn't take back everything you find but if it was small or something you really liked you took with you like when you found an old hello kitty watch, it didn't work, but it was still cute. Another time you found a Britney Spears poster in decent condition that was currently hanging up in your room, but the DILFS shirt was definitely your favorite after the poster. You were happy to add it to your little collection.

“Can someone please explain what is a DILF I don't get it and why is Joel one?” Ellie asks for the billionth time, getting frustrated at you both for not listening to her.

“Its da-” You were interrupted by Joel his deep voice, a little upset at you for almost telling Ellie, you didnt think it was too inappropriate but he clearly disagreed.

“Absolutely not youre not telling her she doesn't need to know, way too young for that, Im surprised you even know what it means” he responded, looking back at you mortified at where you had learned it from.

“Hey! I was born before the pandemic you know” you tell him, reminding him that you’re not that young. Although compared to him, you were.

“You were what 4, 5 when it happened can’t have remembered much before.” you heard the sass in his voice but you continue trying to prove that it shouldn't be surprising that you know what a DILF is.

“Okay, Im not ancient like you but still I had older friends, and we would talk about-” He interrupts you again, staring at you with frowned eyebrows.

“Please stop there I really don’t want to know what you and your friends talk about, can we just change topics please.” If they told you about DILFs, he really didn't want to hear what else teens talked about in this world.

“Dude c’mon, why can't you tell me, Im not a little kid.” Ellie says again, trying to get both of your attention and get you to explain it to her. You know now she’s not gonna let it go since Joel told her no. But you decided you’ll explain it later, especially after the whole playboy magazine situation, and she was around the same age you first heard it from your friends so you didnt see the issue.

“Alright from here until we get to where we are headed we are quiet, no one says a word unless you're dying got it” you could tell Joel had heard enough, and considering that you were outside you told it was best to listen to him and not distract him or yourself.

“got it” “yes sir” you lean towards Ellie. “He’s in a mood today huh” deciding to bother him one last time before you would have be serious.

She was about to respond until you walked right into Joel, giving you a yet intimidating glare frowning his eyebrows at you. “alright alright, i’ll shut up.”

After a couple hours of walking, Joel found a small safe building to sleep for the night, and you had been talking to Ellie until she fell asleep; you walk over into the room Joel was in, deciding to tease him again.

“Hey daddy whatcha doing?” you call out in his direction, watching as he rolls his eyes at the name.

“Stop.” he responded flatly, clearly not amused by your jokes, but you decided to keep them going.

“What's wrong Daddy does it make you flustered?” You thought he was going to give you another flat response or tell you to shut up. But you were wrong, instead, he stands up and walks over to you, standing closer than you anticipated, you try to step back slightly, but his arm around your waist prevents you from going too far. You feel the blood rush to your cheek and ears, your mouth goes dry, not knowing what to say or how to respond.

“Oh look who’s flustered now, sweetheart.” His deep voice teases you back, having more of an effect on you than your teasing did on him. You feel yourself get hotter, your brain is unable to focus anything except on how close he was and his rough hand around your waist forcing you closer to him, though you didn't mind. You continue blinking up at him, speechless.

“Youre so quiet now what happened, thought you were teasing me baby?”

You continue to stare at his brown eyes, the only thing you brain was thinking way, wow hes so hot. You look up into his face, taking in his features. The wrinkles around his pretty brown eyes, the scars and cuts around his face. God you always thought he was attractive but it still amazes you how hot and pretty he was. You could look at him all day.

He wraps both his hand around your waist, pulling you to him,places his lips on yours. You loved kissing Joel. It was rare having him kiss you while you weren’t in the safety of the QZ. He usually couldn’t relax enough to kiss you, needing to be alert and focused just in case. So this took you by surprise but his kisses always made you feel warm and safe, and in that moment, you didn't have to worry about anything. All that mattered was him.

You wrap your hands around his neck as you deepen the kiss, pressing your lips against his rough lips, closing your eyes as you melt into his embrace; his hands lower down your waist and squeeze your ass, which surprises you so much that you let out a small gasp against his lips. Joel pulls away slightly, smiling at you “youre cute” His actions confused you; you rarely ever are intimate outside the walls, but you trusted him and if he felt comfortable you knew you were safe so you decided to mess with him “hmm I dont daddy youre pretty cute yourself.”

He guides you over to the makeshift bed, leading you by your waist, making you walk backward, as you continue kissing him, parting your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside yours.

“You ain’t gonna stop are you” he asks he sits down and pulls you down onto his lap; you couldn’t tell iif he seriously was tired of you calling him that or if he just teasing too.

“what you don't like it Daddy?” you ask, trying to gauge his reaction you didn’t want to push it too far or actually make him uncomfortable.

“I never say that now did I, sweetheart?” again, he confused you does that mean he liked it or that he didn’t mind you joking about it? you stare at his face trying to see.

Your thoughts are interrupted by him pulling your lips onto his again. But more aggressively than earlier, moaning into his mouth and rolling your hips against him as he gropes your ass through your jeans.

“Joel” You moan against his lips before you lean your head into his neck.

“Aw baby what happened to daddy huh” you pull away, looking up at him with wide eyes, surprised. Did he like it? You look at his face and see his eyes full of lust, and you realized he liked it. He liked it when you called him daddy. You look down, suddenly getting shy and embarrassed about saying it. It was one thing saying it as a joke and teasing him about it, but to moan, it was different; it was dirtier.

He saw you getting shy and flustered in his lap, avoiding eye contact with him. Unlike you, he could read you like the back of his hand; he could easily tell you were embarrassed.

“c’mon baby no need to be shy, I can tell you like too don’t you” he softly stroked your waist when one hand and squeezes your ass with the other. you take your gaze off the floor onto him. nodding in agreement with him.

“C’mon baby need you say it, you like calling me daddy don’t you” you could tell he wanted you to say it out loud, his hand rubbing small patterns on your waist encouraging you, reassuring you that you didn’t need to be embarrassed.

“Yea i like it daddy” you mutter quietly, still ashamed to say in a serious setting. Not quite ready to admit to yourself that calling Joel daddy turned you on as much as it did.

You didn't think you would like it or find it this attractive. Maybe it was your lack of a father growing up, and Joel being older than you. You didn't know why; all you knew is that once you said it, you felt yourself getting wetter.

“hmm good girl” he takes your face into his hands, kissing you again; you slip your tongue into his mouth, his deep voice letting out a moan against your mouth. You couldnt help but grind and roll your hips against him, searching for any type of release.

He goes to lift your shirt but stops slightly, rolling his eyes “Want me to fuck you in the I heart DILFS shirt dont you?” you look at him, nodding laughing a little “you know me so well.”

He sighs and shakes his head. Although there’s disappointment in his voice, you can tell there’s also amusement. “ I do, dont why I tolerate you”

“You love me, cant live without me, I bring adventure into your life you’d be so bored without me.” you remind him why he puts up with you.

“Shut up” he mutters, though you sensed the amusement in his voice because he knows you’re right. As much as you annoyed him, he couldn’t imagine living without your teasing and antics.

You unbutton his shirt and take it off, lightly grazing your fingers across his chest, admiring his chest and body, you see more scars and healed wounds but you also see his muscles. You’ve always loved his body. You remember the nights in your apartment placing, kissing along his waist, his chest, his stomach.

You thought about placing marks on his chest but were interrupted by him unzipping your jeans and lifts your hips up to slide your pants off, you get off his lap, taking off the rest of your pants. You unzip his pants, pulling them down, you stare at his bulge through his boxers and press kisses onto his dick, teasing him through his boxers.

“Wanna suck you off” you mumble quietly, focusing on how much you need him in your mouth. You weren’t even sure he heard or understood you until you hear his deep voice speak to you, breaking you away from your thoughts.

“What’d you say darling couldnt hear” You know he heard you he just wanted you to say it louder.

“Can I please suck your dick daddy” you look up at him batting your eyelashes while you rub your hand against his hard dick. You feel his dick twitch against your hand while he bites his lip, suppressing a moan.

“Goddamn darling you’re killing me” his texas accent getting stronger as he gets harder in his boxers, you loved hearing his deep texas accent come out as he gets more turned on by you.

He pulls down his boxers, and no matter how many times you’ve seen his dick, you’re still in shocked at how big he is. You can’t help but to stare for a couple of seconds taking it in, you smile up at him before teasing him licking the tip gently as you lightly stroke him, you continue placing kitty licks on his dick. He shivers against your tongue, and you love it, love watching him fall apart because of you and seeing how much your mouth affected him.

You gather some spit in your mouth before you drool some onto his dick. He rolls his eyes back as you slowly stroke his cock in your hand, using your spit as lube. You hear his deep voice moaning as you lean down and lick the tip while still stroking him. You start to slowly speed your hand when you feel his hand lightly tugging your hair making you stop and stare up at him.

“you’re gonna have to speed it up sweetheart.”

That was all he said before his hand grabbed the back of your head and forced your lips onto his cock. You hollow your cheeks and take him in further, feeling your nose brush against his hair at the base of his cock. He moves his hips gently fucking your throat

“Fuck you feel so good” he murmured under his breath, his voice deeper than his usual tone. You closed your eyes as you felt yourself starting to choke on him,he started to thrust his hips faster into your mouth.

“C’mon baby look at me, look at daddy.”

You couldn’t help but moan around him at his words, feeling yourself getting more turned on as he called himself daddy. You listen, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you continue taking him down your throat.

“Atta girl, so pretty looking up at me like that.” you feel yourself getting warmer from his praise, loving how vocal he was, you wish you were back at his apartment so he could be louder without the risk of drawing unwanted and dangerous attention.

He moves the hair that was falling in front of your face behind your ears “you look fucking gorgeous sucking my dick darling” feeling butterflies in your stomach as he compliments you.

You take him out of your swollen lips when you start feeling dizzy from the lack of air; you continue to stroke him in your hands as you catch your breath until he puts his hand on your head, guiding your mouth back onto his cock. His deep voice moans out your name under his breath as he gets closer to his release.

“fuck darling i’m close keep on-yes like that baby god you like this huh like having daddy’s dick in your mouth sweetheart?”

You nod as best you could, trying to agree, but all that comes out is your moans against his dick. You could tell he was close as his started to get slightly louder, but you could tell he was trying his best to be quiet. His deep voice, making your head go fuzzy in arousal. He start making you gag as he thrusting into your mouth faster , sloppy fucking into your mouth as he closer to his release. After a few more thrust you hear him moaning your name as he cums into your mouth. You feel his cum shoot into your mouth and down your throat.

You held your head onto his cock until he finish before you slowly took him out your mouth. He holds your cheek in his hands, lightly caressing them.

“Open baby girl let me see.” you happily open your mouth, showing how you swallowed his cum. “Good girl baby c’mere” he pulls you onto his lap again before placing a kiss on your lips , softly biting your bottom lip before pulling away. He holds you in his lap for a couple of minutes. you lay your head on his shoulder as he softly rubs his hand up and down your back.

“if we were at home you know i’d take care of you right baby” his deep voice makes you lift your head off of him, looking into his eyes. Before you met Joel, you thought older men didn’t have much of a sex drive, you didn’t know if it was just Joel or all men in their 50s but he proved you wrong. There have been many nights in his room where he would fuck more than one time; the first time caught you by surprise. Of course, you both paid the price in the morning; both sore, aching muscles had to spend the next day in bed, not being able to do much. So you know he would have fuck if you were back at home.

“Of course i do” you play with the hair at the back of his neck for a little while before getting off his lap so he could put his clothes back on, and you do the same. You didn't mind; you knew sucking him off was as much risk as he could take, and you didn't really feel comfortable enough to fuck out in the open like this. After you both have your clothes on, you lay down with Joel, wrapping your arms around his waist as he turned, pressing your back into your chest, falling asleep. Trying to rest before you’d have to walk back to the QZ in the morning.

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intoanotherworld23 · 9 months

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Proving Them Wrong

Pairing: Reader x Javier Peña

Warnings: MATURE CONTENT NSFW 18+ ONLY, consensual sex, unprotected sex, sex in public, rough sex, use of a desk, mild spanking, swear words

Summary: Javier is told something that really upsets him, and so he decides to prove this person wrong by using their desk with you on top of it

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"Javi we shouldn't be doing this." Pulling on his hand as he dragged you over to Ambassador Noonan’s office. "This is wrong."

"Come on she’s not going to know." Opening the door to his office pulling you inside.

"What if she comes in here?" Asking him panic evident in your voice.

"Trust me she’s not going to come in here." Javier shut the door as he cornered you against the desk.

“Shouldn’t we lock the door or something?”

“I’m not locking that door baby. If someone walks in they can watch us.”

Javier was determined and focused right now, and no matter what you were saying that wasn’t going to make him change his mind. He was a stubborn man.

"Now what do you say cariño?"

His eyes were screaming at you that he really wanted this. All he needed was a look or nod which you gave him. Both of you pushing her stuff off to the side giving you room so nothing got knocked over.

Lifting you up on the desk with a squeal his hands on your hips and yours around his waist. Lips entangled with his as he stood between your spread legs. Any worry or fear you had was now long gone.

"God I've wanted you all day." Groaning into your mouth as he started to strip himself of his clothing. "Couldn't wait any longer baby."

He was the one to take your shirt and pants off tossing them somewhere blindly in the room. Not knowing where this sudden lust for you came from.

Suddenly he became red and seething and next thing you know he's pressing his erection into dragging you toward Ambassador Noonan’s office. Clearly something had happened or was said to piss him off.

Wrapping your legs around his waist to tug him closer to you. Something wet wiping against your thigh realizing it was the tip of his cock cum already leaking out. He was ready to go and couldn't wait a second longer.

"Gonna fuck you so hard there gonna hear your screams." Growling his lips on the side of your mouth as he gripped your jaw. "That what you want sweetheart?"

"Yes please." Whimpering as he rubbed his cock up and down your core moving your hips up and down with the motion.

"What do you say?"

He wanted to hear you say it and that's all it would take and you knew what always turned him into an animal.

"Please Peña sir." Lower lips pouting giving your best innocent look you could give him.

"Such a good girl for me." Praising as he moved his hips forward pushing his cock inside of you mouth wide open as you felt his stretching you out.

Standing there for a couple seconds feeling you adjust to his size jaw clenching as he tried not to start pounding into you. Your hands behind you keeping yourself up while his hands were placed on either side of your knees keeping your legs spread for him.

Moving once you gave him the green flag not wasting any time to start slamming into you. The entire desk moving along with your bodies. Hearing one of the legs of the desk creaking along with your little whimpers.

"You look so fucking amazing darling." Complimenting as his hands moved up your legs placing them on your pelvic bones. "Taking my cock like this on ambassadors desk."

Both of your bodies moving the desk rapidly causing some things to fall off and onto the floor. Javier shrugged it off and you could have cared less. The sounds though did make both of you laugh making it a cliche moment.

Leaning forward quickly to attach his lips to yours. His mouth leaving yours every time he would move his hips away from you. Staring into each other's eye taking notice of how dark his became, and how red his cheeks were. Goosebumps on your skin when you saw that evil glint in his eyes.

"I'm a fucking man." He said out loud not looking you in the eyes now. "Nobody tells me I'm not a man."

You wanted to know what he was talking about that was gone when he was relentlessly pounding into you. It felt like your entire body was clenching up and you couldn't move or do anything. He was in complete control of your body right now and you weren't exactly complaining.

"Mhm god you feel so good Javi."

Leaning your body back a little further feeling your elbows starting to weaken. Your shoulders were starting to burn from being in the same position.

"That's it baby." He mused loving to hear your shaky voice speak up. "Wanna hear you scream for me."

Javier’s eyes moved down your body landing on your bouncing breasts. Head moving forward so his hot mouth was breathing on it attaching his lips around the nub. Biting on it just enough to make you whimper a smirk plastered on his face.

Moving to the other breast giving it the same attention. The hairs of his mustache prickling against your skin internally yelling at him for not trimming it. You'd lecture him about it later but right now his tongue was licking between your breasts up to your neck.

At any moment Ambassador Noonan’s or someone else could walk in and see Javier literally pile driving you hard on this desk. It worried you but it was incredibly thrilling at the same time. Especially knowing the fact that he wouldn't stop if you were caught.

Sweat was already forming across his forehead as the room became warmer. Unable to hold yourself up any longer you laid your body down. Hands gripping onto the sides of the desk so you didn't slip off. Javier moved his body so it was now hovering over yours. Arms on either side of your head as he stood on his toes.

"I'm never letting this pussy go." Groaning loudly when he left you clenching around him.

"I'm never letting you fucking go sweetheart."

"Harder baby please." Whining as you leaned your head off the desk to attach your lips to his. "God I need you so badly."

"What do you need cariño?" Javier hummed teasingly as he stood up grabbing one of your legs lifting it up kissing along your skin. "Use your words baby."

"Take me from behind Javi." That was exactly what he wanted to hear.

Flipping your body around so you were now bent over the desk. His cock during them had slipped out leaving you feeling empty. Bending your knees slightly as your pressed your chest into the wood, and your arms stretched out in front of you.

Wiggling your hips to entice Javier as he pumped himself a couple times before pushing forward again. The new angle had both of you panting and groaning at the feeling. His hands grabbing onto your hips as he was pulling you back against him.

"That what you wanted baby?" Cocking his head as he looked down at you. "To take my cock like this?"

Erect nipples scraping against the desk as his hands gripped your ass cheeks squeezing them in his hand. Lifting his hand back to smack them a couple times in a row. Squealing every time his hand came down leaving a stinging sensation on your skin.

"You like that sweetheart?" He asked with another smack this time making you hiss.

"Mhm." Was all you could say biting onto your arm to muffle your screams.

Feeling your hips moving back on their own to meet his thrusts. Javier smirking as he looked down to where you two were connected loving how soaked his cock became because of you. Mouth wide open as he watched you taking him deep.

Spreading your ass cheeks so he could look even closer. When he did that though it felt even better like suddenly he was able to slam into you even deeper. Your pussy clenching around him as you felt yourself becoming closer to your release.

"Something wrong baby?" His tone condescending when he felt you were getting closer.

"I'm gonna cum Javi." Whimpering as you turned your head to the side feeling his eyes on you.

He thought you looked so perfect right now. Your hair was a mess now your mouth was open, panting like an overheated dog, and your eyes glazed over in pleasure. If he could take a picture of you right now he would and keep it forever in his wallet.

"Fuck I know you are baby." His thrusts were starting to slow down themselves not far behind you. "Shit I'm there too sweetheart."

He was trying to hold on for as long as he could but he was getting weaker with each thrust. The sounds of his thighs slapping against your cheeks was enough to drive him wild. Your cheeks feeling like someone was sticking a torch in front of your face.

"Let go for me baby."

A strained gasp leaving your lips as you listened to him your whole entire body slumped against the desk. Completely spent and well fucked you didn’t think you’d be able to stand.

"That's my good girl."

Your entire body felt like it was trembling as your toes curled against the carpet. Javier continuing to whisper praises at you as you felt your eyes drooping.

His cock twitching inside of you before filling you up with his cum. Breathing heavily as his hands moved to ass cheeks spreading them again to watch as both his and your cum leaked from out of you. Groaning as he watched your asshole puckering up wanting to just stick a finger inside.

Pulling himself out slowly hissing as he left your body cum dripping down your thigh. Using the desk to push yourself up to stand on shaky legs. Both of you looking at each other with smirks on your faces. His eyes moving up and down your body licking his lips ready for round two.

"Uh Peña." A quiet voice spoke on the other side of the door both your heads snapping in that direction recognizing it as Steve.

“Ambassador Noonan is looking for you."

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megamindsecretlair · 4 months

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Break My Heart

Pairing: Javier Pena x Black!Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is smut! PWP, PIV, size kink, kinda toxic, spanking, pet names. Non-inclusive language. Somes sentences are intentional AAVE. Apologies if I missed some.

Summary: You intended to spend New Year's Eve alone, per usual. But Javi's pestering convinced you to have a few drinks with the team. You want to remain strong and resist him but you aren't sure for how long.

Word Count: 3,421k

A/N: Ahhh, my first Pedro fic. This was intimidating! Even after watching more of the show. Be gentle, I'm sensitive 'bout it LOL. This was still fun and so hot and lordt, I need him so badly. Likes are always awesome. Please considering commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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“You’re coming to the bar with us, right?”

You looked up from your desk to see Javi hovering over you, entirely too close. He knows you hate that. He’s always crowding into your space. Leaning too close, leaning that sinful ass on your desk, or bending down to turn those puppy brown eyes on you.

He smelled like cigarettes and sweat. A combination that shouldn’t be so hot, but here you were.

“No,” you said with a smile.

“Come on, you’re hurting my feelings,” he said. He had a sleepy way of talking that immediately turned your thoughts dirty. Thinking of what he must sound like first thing in the morning. But that line of thinking was dangerous. You just hadn’t had a good fucking in a while.

“Aww, you don’t have any feelings, Javi,” you said. You gave him an extra sugary smile and he huffed a laugh and looked around the office. He leaned his ass against your desk and you sighed loudly for his benefit.

The office was noisy, filled with agents running around chasing down leads. With your complexion, you were relegated to the office. You were an agent in name only and it pissed you off. The higher ups thought that they could stick you in the ass end of South America and you’d quit.

Joke was on them. You loved the food here and there wasn’t a person alive that could get you to quit being an agent.

“Maybe I’d have some feelings if you finally agreed to go out with me,” Javi said.

You wrinkled your nose. You’d happily climb on Peña if he wasn’t such a slut. Not that you were in the market for commitment. The last thing you needed was to get caught up with someone, especially at work, when you were still trying to prove yourself to the agency.

“I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole, Javi,” you said.

Javier only licked his lips and smiled. His fingers played with a cigarette but all of his attention was on you. “So, what, I need to find an eleven foot pole?”

You rolled your eyes and fought off your smirk. You didn’t need to encourage him. “What favor do you want this time, Javi?” You asked.

“I want you to finally say yes! We’ve been working together for years and you won’t even give me the time of day,” he said.

“Why would I do that?” You asked. Fuck it, the numbers were starting to swim in your head anyway. If Javi was good for anything, it was a distraction. You sat back in your seat and prepared yourself for the Javi show.

He smirked and turned those puppy eyes up to a thousand. “You know we’d be good together,” he said. His voice even got deeper.

You weren’t entirely immune to Javier Peña. There were more than a few times that you caught yourself staring at his ass. Or that damn black shirt that clung to him in all the right places. Your favorite time was when he got back to the office from chasing a lead all day. The way he got so flustered and sweaty. The way his hair would plaster to his head and he’d settle into the office with a deep sigh and a soft curse.

You looked away from him so he wouldn’t see the downright lust in your eyes. No, you were not immune to Javier Peña but everyone knew his vices. You were not trying to be another notch on his belt.

Your eyes roamed to the desk in front of you. In their infinite wisdom, the higher ups also put you in front of Javi and Murphy’s office. They thought it was real hilarious to wave the lonely Black woman in front of Javi the slut. They were itchin’ to ditch you. That also meant that no one else sat around here. The empty desk in front of you was a dumping ground for random files, donuts, or supplies.

There were times when people left random food there for anyone to snack on. Like now, there was a jar of pickles on the desk abandoned and swimming in pickle juice. You smirked and looked at Javi.

“Javi, there is no way on the green earth that I would entertain this,” you said.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” He asked.

“Because you’re a pickle,” you said and smirked.

He laughed and shook his head. “What?”

“A pickle! You’re like…community pickle,” you said. You waved your hand for him to catch your drift. He just stared at you, patient, focused. It was unnerving to be on the other side of that look.

Your throat dried and you had the sudden urge to disappear. To leave that sight line. But you forged on. Maybe he’d get insulted and move on. “See that jar? You’re like those pickles. You’re on every burger, every sandwich, readily available,” you said.

Javier tilted his head. “Are you calling me a slut?”

“Your word, not mine,” you said.

“I didn’t take you for someone who listens to rumors,” Javi said.

You laughed. “Rumors? Javi, you scream it loud and clear for anyone to hear,” you said.

Javi waved your comment off. He looked around the office and then slid closer. You leaned back, scooting your chair back. He wore a denim shirt, open at the collar, and his tanned skin showed through. You brought your eyes back to his, though that wasn’t any better. He was a danger to your sanity.

“Come on. Have a drink with me,” he said.

You sighed and rubbed your head. “We already tried this, Javi,” you said.

“When?” He asked, sounding offended.

“Hmm, ‘bout six months after I got here. You asked me out, I said not on your life. We did that surveillance job together and you wore me down. Said let’s meet up and we never did,” you said.

Javi held his hand to his heart. “You’re killing me, princesa. I wouldn’t do that to you,” he said.

A shiver ran through you and you hated it. You had to be strong around this man, though you really, really didn’t want to. “I’m not mad, Javi, it’s just in your nature.” You stood up and placed your hand on his shoulder. It was a huge mistake, but you pretended to be nonchalant. You tapped his shoulder and walked around him.

You went to the wall of file cabinets and dug through for the next set of numbers you needed anyway. Javi followed you, getting even closer. He leaned against a cabinet and smiled.

“I think you’re just scared,” he said.

“Scared of what?” You asked.

“Getting close to us. To me,” he said. His eyes dropped to your mouth. You almost couldn’t believe his audacity.

You couldn’t help licking your lips and his eyes flicked up to yours. “If I go…”

“Yes!”

“If I go, you’re buying all of my drinks and you’re keeping your hands to yourself. Got it?” You asked.

“Scout’s honor,” he said.

“You’ve never been a fuckin’ Boy Scout,” you said.

Javi shrugged and smirked. “You never asked,” he said. He walked backwards, looking at you with that satisfied, smug smile on his face. “See you tonight!”

Why not, it was New Year’s after all.

Later that night, you were nervously walking up to the bar. It was a bar friendly enough to Americans. The air was balmy but comfortable and you opted for a short purple dress and short heels. Your purse swung on your shoulder and you mentally prepared yourself to see Javi off the clock.

You knew that other people would be there and you weren’t expecting any funny business, but it was still nerve wracking. You made a career of being ice cold because that was all anyone expected of you. The minute you laughed or - goodness forbid - showed a personality, the guys suddenly remembered that you were a woman.

You walked inside to a raucous mix of Spanish and English. The words hit you even over the loud music, drinks clinking, and general rowdiness of the bar. You found your group easy enough. They took up an entire corner of the bar. Murphy saw you first. The huge white boy stuck out even more than you did but he seemed to make it work, despite not knowing a lick of Spanish.

He waved you over and you approached the table. Some of the other guys looked you over. Look it over, boys. You inwardly smiled. You knew that you had a great figure that you hid under ugly and boring business suits. It was rare that you got to go out in something pretty for once, so you might have spruced things up more than usual.

Javi turned to see you, his eyes roaming over your outfit, and you felt the tips of your ears burn. You sat down, immediately swiping Javi’s beer and taking a sip. He let you, still not having said a word.

“Find this place okay?” Murphy asked.

You nodded. “Surprised to see you out too!” You had to yell over the noise but he heard you.

“Only to show my face. Gonna head home and celebrate with the missus,” he said.

You nodded. You turned your attention to Javi who still hadn’t said anything. “Mad I stole your drink, Javi?”

Like waking from a stupor, Javi shook his head. “Who knew there was a girl under there,” he said.

You shoved him and rolled your eyes but laughed along with the table. “I’m surprised you can recognize one with her clothes on,” you said.

The guys at the table erupted into laughter. Javi’s personal activities were a well-known fact by this point. Javi waved everyone off.

“Since we’re laughing, we might as well laugh about the prank on poor Murphy,” Javi said.

Your eyes rounded as Javi betrayed you to Murphy. Murphy’s jaw dropped as he looked at you. “That was you?”

“That was all Javi’s idea!”

“You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?” Oh, he sounded so innocent and wounded.

You tried to kick him under the table but he moved his leg at the last moment. “I was…” You tried to think of a good excuse for your whereabouts as you hid Murphy’s things while Javi kept him distracted. It was an innocent prank, but it had Murphy in a panic.

Everyone snickered and laughed while Murphy hunted and stalked around the office. It was a team effort and you tried to convey that without words while you looked at Javi.

“Wow, real nice,” Murphy said with a smile.

At least he was a sport about it. You glared at Javi but he only smirked. Ass. But it was the icebreaker you needed. The other guys warmed up to you and began to tell you wild stories about their hunt for the elusive Pablo Escobar. It seemed like no matter what they tried, Pablo already bought his way several steps ahead.

You listened as they told you the sanitized version of some of the skirmishes they got into. How they found people connected to Pablo but each one was too scared to speak. How they were trying to work with the local police but Pablo had more than half of them on the payroll.

It made you sick that someone could just pay their way to the top like that. It wasn’t lost on any of you that one wrong move and it was your ass.

True to his word, Javi kept his hands to himself for the most part. He bought you drink after drink, until you finally had to stop and drink some water before you ended up stumbling home. No thank you. You did not need the hangover in the morning, celebrating the new year or not.

Javi did other things. He shifted in his seat and always managed to brush against your bare leg. He would turn his whole body towards you when you were speaking and then turn completely around when you weren’t. He was driving you nuts and you wanted to smack him.

“What is your deal?” You whispered to him while the other guys were preoccupied with Murphy leaving.

“You!” He said.

“Me?!” You smacked his arm. He rubbed his legs and took a deep swig of his beer.

“Wearing that!” He hissed.

“What are you talking about?” Murphy was making his way around the table, saying goodbye individually. Any minute, he would make it to your side.

“I just want to…rip that damn dress off. You tell me to keep my hands to myself and you come in wearing that,” he said.

You reared back as if he’d slapped you. Javi had dabbled in harmless flirting since you met him. It was just how he interacted with women. Truly, you didn’t hold it against him. But the way he was acting right now…it was a mistake coming here.

Because of the drinks you had, the atmosphere, the celebratory mood…you suddenly couldn’t remember why you were fighting this man so hard.

“It’s just a dress, Javi,” you breathed. Your heartbeat sped up in your chest, thumping in your chest painfully. Your hands shook and you rubbed the tips of your fingers together.

“Like hell…” Javi started. Murphy made his way to the end of the table, shaking Javi’s hand and giving you a hug.

“See you in the office.”

You smiled at Murphy but you had no way of remembering what you said. Your eyes were on Javi. His eyes were on you.

“I’ll be back, bathroom,” you said. You scooped up your purse from the table and disappeared down the short hallway towards the bathrooms. The dim lights were actually a blessing.

You didn’t want to think about how you looked at the moment. You didn’t want to see if you looked as needy as you felt. You didn’t want your dirty thoughts projected all over your face for anyone to pick up on.

You were careful. You were smart. You avoided Peña like the plague and you didn’t need to be here right now.

A knocking on the door tore you from your spirling thoughts. “A second!”

The knocking continued obnoxiously and you finally had to approach the door and open it a crack. “I said–”

Javi pushed into the room, closing and locking the door behind him. “Javi!”

Javi slammed his lips against yours, groaning once you made contact. You melted instantly, wrapping your hands around his shoulders and molding your body against his. He groaned low in his throat and pulled up your dress. His fingers dragged along your thighs and you sighed.

You were chasing relief. Your skin was feverish. The wet heat of the night did not mix well with the cheap beer you consumed. You felt like you were crawling out of your skin with a red hot need. Need for Javier fucking Peña of all people.

“Tell me to stop, princesa,” he groaned against your lips.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” you moaned. His thick fingers were working magic on you, dagging along your skin and igniting a fire in your veins. His fingers found your panties and he yanked them down, nearly snapping the flimsy fabric. You kicked them off to the side, not caring where they ended up.

Your hands worked furiously to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his jeans, and slide that zipper down. Your hands reached in eagerly, palming him, and he groaned. His lips descended on your neck, biting and licking away the gathering sweat.

You shoved his pants down low enough to free that dangerous dick you heard so much about. He was long and thick, easily backing up his claims. You see why he had so much sex. He was practically built for it. Sculpted for it. He was forged by the gods to hand deliver pleasure.

His hands squeezed your hips, slipping down to your ass to grab and pinch and yank closer to his body. He lifted your leg and placed it over his hip. He rubbed the tip of his dick through your slick folds. He moaned and bit your neck.

“Fuck, princesa. Have you been sitting there wet for me?” His voice was so deep and dark and filthy in this dim bathroom.

“Whole time,” you said, licking his lips and pulling him by the hair for another kiss. For a taste of those lips soaked in beer and cigarettes and something uniquely spicy and all Javi.

He groaned and finally shoved in roughly. Your head fell back against the wall as you cried out. He was so big and it had been so long and fuck, he felt so good. Why did you deny yourself this? Why would you do that?

You panted in his ear as he slid out and then shoved back in. He was fucking you. There was nothing sweet about how hard he gripped your thighs, how roughly he fucked into you, or how loudly he groaned against your chest. He licked the top of your breasts, the part exposed from the cleavage of your dress.

Javi sped up as if he couldn’t help himself. As if he needed to keep going, needed to stake his claim. He lifted your leg higher, spreading you wider, as he continued to pound into your pussy.

“Oh fuck, Javi,” you moaned.

“Say it again, princesa. Again,” he moaned.

“Javi, Javi,” you moaned as he pounded into you so fiercely, you were seeing stars as you came. Flooding his dick with your arousal. Filling up the tiny room with shrieks and screams. It was drowned out by the ruckus of the bar. Noise exploded as you assumed it finally turned midnight.

This was a hell of a way to ring in the new year.

“Love feelin’ this pussy, princesa,” Javi moaned. He slipped out and you cried out, needing him back inside. He kissed your cheek and smirked. “I wanna see that ass.”

He flipped you over. He shoved you against the low sink to your right. Your hands gripped the porcelain as he thrust back inside. You bit your lip and moaned lewdly. You didn’t give a fuck who heard.

Javi smacked your ass once, twice, three times as he continued to rut inside of you. You looked up at the dirty mirror and looked at his gorgeous, focused face as he pounded you into oblivion.

“Fuck, fuck, right there, Javi,” you moaned. You brought your hand back to dig into his hair. You gripped his fine brown hair and pulled. Javi groaned and licked the shell of your ear, nibbling on it while his hips slapped into yours.

“Javi, I’m–”

“Shh, shh, let me feel it,” he whispered in your ear. You finally exploded once more, cumming with a sharp vengeance that robbed you of all breath. Javi thrusted two more times before joining you, moaning as he unloaded inside of you.

His cum stuffed you and he thrusted at least once more time with a groan. He dropped against you, kissing the back of your neck and shoulder. Your legs were noodles. Your thighs shook as you calmed down from such a rough fucking.

Screwing Javi was absolutely everything you imagined and it sucked. It was like tasting paradise knowing you’ll never return. It was cruel and you hung your head thinking about what everyone was going to say.

Something like this? Office fodder. And once they got a hold of it, they were not going to let you live it down. They would give him hi-fives and they would judge the hell out of you. Although with his dick still inside you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care too much.

Javi softened and slipped out of you. You cleaned yourselves up in silence. It was like that wild, crazy and burning need was finally sated. You could think straight for once, see more clearly and breathe easier.

Javi zipped himself back up and you retrieved your panties, stuffing them into your purse. Javi sidled up to you, pulling your hips until you were too close.

“You don’t have to do this, Javi,” you said.

Javi nuzzled your neck and placed a soft kiss there. “Maybe I want to do it,” he said.

“You know this was the first and only time, right?” There was enough light to see him smirk.

“We just gettin’ started, princesa,” he said with a wink.

The Secret Javier Pena Files - not sure if there will be more, but never say never.

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pascallatte · 1 year

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Love in Lockdown

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actress!reader

Summary: A series of events that had happened during the lockdown. (Part 1)

Date: March&April 2020

Warning: none just fluff

A/N: I don't really have anything to say other than the usual. SO, I hope you enjoy this. Please tell me what you think and stay tuned for more!!

March 2020

Y/n was showing the final touches of the cookies she baked when a flour-covered hand was spread out from the right cheek to the left.

“Hello, Hello,” you said to the camera as soon as you started the live. Being stuck at home for a good few weeks now has taken a toll on you both the good and the bad. But let’s focus on the good thing, shall we? You see, you weren’t sure what type of person you were before this… thing happened. So, the pandemic not only helped you and Pedro get your well-deserved rest, but it also helped you know how much of a homebody you were. Now, here you were having your third live since the lockdown started.

Humming out a tune you were seen walking around before you placed the phone and a tray of cookies on your countertop. You were like always in a pair of comfy sweats and a very familiar shirt, however, you were also wearing an apron.

“Hiiii, I didn’t have anything better to d-,” you paused when you heard the door to your bedroom open,”-yeah, I didn’t have anything better to do... again, so I decided to make some cookies.” You said as you held out a freshly baked cookie to the camera. Like always, the comment section sent in comments of appreciation and love as well as generic questions.

“ I haven’t really baked cookies before since I’m a savoury type of girl. If this turns out bad, they’re just telling me to go and stick to what I know.” Placing your hands on your waist as you scan the cookies. You began explaining what you’ve done to make them and what recipe you followed after the comments were flooded after your declaration a while ago.

While you were doing your thing, a hand, also widely known as Pedro’s hand, was seen reaching for a cookie from the camera's left side. Turning to him, you gave him a disapproving look before pulling him closer, joining in with your live.

Pedro was now waving to the camera, giving the viewers his dimpled smile, and turned to you before looking down at the cookie in his hand as if asking for permission.

“Pedro. Really?” You said looking up at him.

“Yesss, really. Well- I mean someone was going to have to eat them right?” He said holding the cookie up closer to his mouth.

Faking a frown, you looked at the camera, “Look at what I have to put up with for almost a month now, not only does he take the food I make, but he also eventually makes a bigger mess than I.”

“Hey, don’t tell them lies, don’t believe her,” he shakes his head, before hugging you from behind, swaying you in his arms. You were now fixing up the bowls and utensils that you’ve used and him engulfing you in his arms, making it harder to move.

“Honey, let go of me for a moment.” You whispered to him as he leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder. The cookie he took, is now near you as a silent gesture of telling you to take the first bite.

“Nah, you’re this big Cookie Monster, go take the first bite and tell me how I did,” you turned to look at him.

“Should I take a bite of this?” Pedro asked the viewers, scanning the cookie very closely.

“Yeah, you should, but what if she added something that would kill me,” he joked as he saw the look on your face. Laughing, he stood up straight while also dragging a flour-covered hand on your cheek. How he got that close to the pack of flour you own, you don’t know. Making it the reason for the shocked look on your face.

Giggling to himself, he takes a bite of the stolen cookie. And just as he opens his mouth, you cupped his face with some flour of your own, making him stare at you with wide eyes.

Since chaos has now started, the viewers would never know what the cookie tasted like because all they were seeing now was flour, flour, and more flour being thrown at each other as well as the joyous laughter that has filled the kitchen before the live had ended a few minutes after.

April 2020

Having a friend who owns a pool at their house is great, and being close to their house is even better. This explains the series of stories that Ana had labelled as intruders in her home, which consisted of you and Pedro.

Intruders really aren’t what you want her to call you two, but maybe a couple of friends who wanted to celebrate Pedro’s birthday with someone else other than the two of you in your penthouse back in the city.

Without more explanation, Ana posted a couple of short clips of your day’s stay at her place. The first one is a long and noisy one.

Music was heard as soon as the video started, Ana, who was recording, was heard laughing as she zooms in on you dancing in the pool, wearing your favourite bikini. Pedro however was seated in the hanging chair near the pool, also having a good laugh as he records your antics as well.

Zooming in she calls out your name as you raised to sway your arms. “Y/n!! Mira aquí por favor,” she laughs when you turned to head at her dramatically. Gasping when you saw that she was also recording your dancing.

“¡¡Me dijiste que no grabarías estas cosas, traidor!!” gasping as you sank in the pool, reappearing after a few seconds to get up and out of the pool. You told me you wouldn't record these things, you traitor!!

“Eres demasiado linda para no hacerlo.” Ana explains herself but was cut off when you threw your drenched self over her making her screech. Pedro’s laugh was heard in the background. It stopped though as soon as you quickly went and jumped on to him also getting him wet in the process. You’re too pretty not to.

Ana, who was entertained, zoomed in on the two of you. Your arms were around his neck while he tried his hardest to push you away from him, still not in the mood to get wet.

His pleads for you to stop were drowned out by the laughs of the two females he was with.

The second video is a rare thing for people on the internet. Well, that’s what they say. PDA isn’t really a thing the two of you do, so a small kiss, hug, and hands intertwined were the only things they have seen so far. So when Ana posted this on the day of Pedro’s birthday as well as a tease to you, the fans can’t help but awe at the two of you.

Captioning the story with a “Happy Birthday, Pedrito” followed by a small “ah lovebirds” below. Ana who was at the other end of the pool, can only sit and watch as the sweet scene unfolds. It was basically the two of you clinging to each other exchanging smiles and sweet nothings as you leaned over the edge of the pool.

Pedro was seen submerging into the water before shaking his head as he emerges, making you shriek as water splats on your face. You were about to say something but were pulled in by your partner. Staring at each other with smiles on your faces, you reached a hand up to tuck the now long-ish hair Pedro had, him doing the same as well as caressing both your cheeks.

As if Ana had sensed something would happen, she calls out Pedro’s name making the both of you whip your head in her direction. Clicking her tongue, she chuckles saying “Ay tortolitos,” making you wave and smile cheekily at her before resting your forehead on Pedro’s shoulder in embarrassment. Him also giving her a smile to hide his evident blush. Oh lovebirds

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judysxnd · 1 year

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OK girl we need some sexy time with pedro × reader . Write it how you like for us💋❤

OKAY the other day I just said to someone that I wasn’t comfortable writing smut and all, but im going to try to go as further as possible. Also, I am listening to “double fantasy” by The Weeknd (oh my god I love him so much) as I write this.

Update: OH MY- OH MY GOD!!!! I can’t believe it!! I dit it!!! And I like it!! Also I didn’t really know if you were actually asking for smut, so I did it anyway. I’m so proud of me for being able to write sexual content. I am still not that comfortable doing it though, but for now it is manageable.

Minors, please do not engage, +18 only!

Warnings: sexual content

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It’s both your day off today. And it’s been like that for almost two weeks. Taking two weeks off was very much needed, knowing all the work you’ve both been doing. You were exhausted, it was the least you could say. The first week, you left. You both really needed to disconnect a little. The second week, you just decided to chill home.

Today was Wednesday, and, not going to lie, you were bored. You got up around 10am, Pedro not so long after.

“What are wee going to do today?” You asked, as you were making coffee for the both of you. Pedro was next to you, leaning on the counter.

“I have no idea” he yawned

“Here” you said, giving him his coffee

“Thank you mama” he smiled. He kissed your cheek, which made you blush. You both headed outside, enjoy the warmth of the sun.

You had lunch around 1pm, then you decided to tan a little while Pedro was reading a book next to you.

“Damn” You heard Pedro say. You were laying on your stomach so you couldn’t really see what he was doing.

“What?” You felt a hand move the strap of your bathing suit a little

“You- how did you tan so fast?” You laughed

“Monoï”

“Mon- what?”

“It’s an oil, that makes you tan faster”

“Wait- you’re literally putting oil on to cook yourself?” you both laughed

“If you say it like that- well yeah”

“Why didn’t you take your top off?”

“What?” You said turning to face him

“You know, not to have strap marks”

“I don’t mind them”

“Oh okay”

“And I’m not really a fan of public nudity”

“Public?” He laughed “who’s there to look at you?”

“Well you, but if I start tanning without the top off here, it’s not to put it back on somewhere else, there’s no point in doing it either way”

“Wh- me? I literally see you naked-” you smirked

“If you just want me to take it off just say it” you sat in front of him. His eyes wondered on your body, obviously on your breasts, then back to your eyes.

“Okay, take it off then” not moving your eyes from his, your hands slowly started to undo the knots of the straps of your bathing suit. First the one on your back, than the one on your neck, which made you top fall off.

“Happy?” His eyes scanned every inch of you. His stood up, and got closer to you. He lifted your chin up.

“Very happy” he smirked. Putting your hands on his waist, you stood up.

“Now it’s my turn to be happy” he smiled. “Take off your shirt” licking his lips, he took his shirt off. “The shorts too”

“Hm hm, it’s not your turn anymore”

“Wh- well that’s not fair, you’re wearing more clothes than m-” he cut you off

“Take the bottom off”

“Only if you take the shorts off first”

“That’s not how it works” you looked at him with a surprised expression

“Oh this is how it is going to work though” you stared intensely at each other. He finally gave in, seeing you were not moving, and took his shorts off. He was left in his underpants, that were showing his bulge. Looking at him up and down, you put your hands on his chest, slowly going down, but Pedro stopped you.

“Cariño, es tu turno” (darling, it’s your turn) oh he went Spanish mode. He knew the effect it had on you. But you also know what it means for him. He is long gone. It made you smirk. Both of your hands on your waist, you slowly took off your the rest of your bathing suit off.

“Bueno, sabes lo que tienes que hacer” (okay, you know what you have to do) you added. He did not expect that one for sure. When he spoke Spanish to you, you could cum right here and then. But it was the same for him. Speaking his native language? Oh my- it was a turn on.

“Qué estás haciendo princesa” (what are you doing princess) he said in a low voice. You smiled.

“Sabes lo que estoy haciendo” (you know what I am doing) you said, your right hand travelling on his chest and stomach, and even playing with the hem of his underwear. And that was it. He couldn’t take it anymore. He put his hands on your waist and grabbed you. It made you squeal. He put you on his shoulders and headed inside the house.

“Oh you want to play? Okay let’s see” he said, slapping you ass at the occasion. Once in the bedroom, he put you on the bed. You were out of breath. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you at the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of you, his hands going higher and higher. “We’ll see how long you can hold” he smirked.

He started kissing your thighs, slowly going up to your core. You straighten up a little so you could look at him. Your right hand went into his hair. He looked at you for a second, then he started to work on you.

“Already wet and I barely touched you.” He said, his hands now traveling on your body, from you breasts, to your waist, and licking your pussy at the same time. Oh he knew what he was doing. You threw your head back, closing your eyes, mouth open. His tongue was perfect.

“P-Pedro please” he stopped for a second, which made you whine a little.

“What was that sweetheart?” You looked at him. He was teasing you.

“Can we skip this and go to the part where you actually fuck me?” You tried teasing too. It could work and send him to the edge too, therefore he would actually fuck you, or, he would take his revenge and make him tease you even more and longer.

“Eres impaciente mi amor” (you are impatient my love) he smirked. He slightly got up to kiss you passionately, while his right hand went to your pussy, continuing what he had started. It made you moan in the kiss. “Yeah that’s it” he said, looking at you taking his fingers. “You’re getting close isn’t it” you kept moaning. “I need you to answer baby doll”

“Y-yes” Your arms started to shake. They couldn’t support you anymore, it was getting too much. Pedro put his left hand on you back, holding you more.

“Not just yet” he said as he started to plant kisses in your neck, making it extremely difficult to contain your orgasm.

“I-I can’t” he suddenly removed his fingers. It made you gasp due to sudden stop and lack of touch. You looked at him, confused and panting. He got up and started to lick his fingers.

“You taste so good” you smirked. He then left to the bathroom. You laid down on the bed waiting for him. You could still feel your orgasm being near, so you started to touch yourself. Biting your lips, you closed your eyes. It felt so good. Pedro saw what you were doing. As much as he liked it, right now, he didn’t want you to cum just yet. You suddenly felt a hand holding yours. “Darling, you know it drives me crazy when you do that”

“What, I can’t play too?” You sat up, and saw that he was holding a condom in his right hand. He smiled at what you said. He opened the condom, while you took his briefs off. After he put the condom on, you laid back on the bed as Pedro placed himself above you.

You placed both your hands on his cheeks, looking at him. You could see the lust in his eyes. Your thumb was caressing his lips. You felt the mood change. As it was playful before, you felt the sexual tension rise even more, but being more sensual then before. You kissed him languorously.

“You’re ready?” He asked you, staring into your eyes. You nodded. “I need words princesa”

“Yes I am ready”

“Stop me if it hurts, at any point” you smiled. He was just too sweet. Despite what you were doing, he would always be very careful with you. You love that about him. You love everything about him. You kissed him again. He slowly entered you, burning sensation spreading all over your body. After a few seconds of adjusting, for the both of you, Pedro started to go back and forth, slowly at first. His head in your neck, he started to moan as well.

“Oh yes- it just- you feel so good” you managed to say between moans. One hand on his back, another in his hair, every part you touched were sending him to the edge. At some point his movements started to get faster meaning he was close. His right hand was working on your clit at the same time, giving you a full experience, and getting you closer each second.

“Wait for me mama” he said, kissing your neck a little, feeling the vibration of his moans against your skin.

“P-Pedro, I-I’m”

“me too” you both climaxed, close to one an other. You were both breathing heavily. You lifted his head, smiling. You kissed him as long as you could. After that, he laid next to you.

“I wouldn’t mind a shower now” you said. It was a hot day, adding the heat from the session, refreshing was a good idea. He looked at you.

“Round 2?” You smiled

“Okay” you got up and went into the bathroom, followed very closely by Pedro. The shower might not be as refreshing as it could be.

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supernaturalgirl20 · 1 year

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Hello gorgeous. I’m here for a Joel Miller request. 🥰 (I tried to keep this short, sorry about that hehehe).

That first episode of TLOU was everything!!! From the beginning to the end, it was just perfection, but boy did it get me yearning for more and I’m so excited to watch the story unfold.

I’m getting ahead of myself here, but after seeing Pedro look so goddamn fine as Joel Miller, I’m eager to reach the Jackson era of the story, which brings me to ask: pleeeease give me a Post Outbreak Joel teaching F!Reader how to shoot a gun.

It’s been a few weeks into practice already so she has gotten used to handguns, but Joel is taking things up a notch with shotguns/rifles that have more of a kick to them, therefore he needs to stand close and hold the gun with her. Imagine this man standing behind you, his muscular arms just engulfing your body as holds the gun with you!! And with that soft, sexy southern drawl giving instructions and reassurances directly into your ear too? Ohhh, I need to read this! And could you also add smut? 👉👈 🥺

Thank you so much in advance and please take all the time you may want or need, my love. I look forward to reading your Joel Miller stories ❤️❤️❤️.

Chloe my love, I absolutely adore this request 😍😍I always get so nervous when I write Joel for you, ahh ok, I hope you enjoy 😉

Helping Hands

Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, guns, post outbreak Joel, mutual pining, cursing.

A/N: my requests are still open for Joel if you want to send one in 🥰

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted throughout your house as you flipped the eggs on the pan, the small bit of bacon you’d fried already plated and ready for when his knock came.

The mere thought of the man who’d become a friend - albeit a little reluctantly on his part - had butterflies fluttering within your stomach.

Joel had been a little sceptical of you at first. Weary of the fact that you were so quiet and kept mostly to yourself but when Ellie had gotten injured on patrol and was unconscious for two days, his hardened heart had melted a little for you.

You had stepped up bringing her back yours and nursed her back to health, having explained that you had been a nurse before all this started.

He began to trust you after that, coming to you with small injuries or if you needed anything fixing. He had started to collect things for you on patrols too.

Small things at first, mostly medical supplies and whatnot but lately he’s been bringing you things like books, records, things you’d vaguely mentioned you’d liked when you both spent late nights chatting.

Yes, Joel Miller was now someone you’d call a friend, but god did you want it to be so much more than that. You just didn’t think he thought of you in that way. Not after all the loss he’s endured.

Turning off the stove you slide the eggs onto two plates with the bacon. “Somethin’ smells good.” His deep Texan drawl startles you causing you to jump slightly.

“Christ Joel, you could have knocked,” you scold, breathing a little ragged from the scare. He’s leaning against the door, one arm raised slightly above his head, the other tucked into the belt of his jeans and the hint of a smile on his serious face.

His check shirt is pulled taut across his broad shoulders, and you have to clench your thighs together to quell the growing need between them.

You wondered what they would feel like holding you, ravaging you. A heat rises to your cheeks when you realise you’ve been staring and with a shake of your head you quickly turn to the coffee pot and pour him a cup.

“Here,” you say bashfully as you hand him his cup. He stares at you with a quirk of his eyebrow before his gaze drifts to the cup in your hand. “All this for me, darlin’?” He asks, his fingers brushing gently against yours as he takes the cup from you.

“Uh…yeah, I-I just thought I’d give you a little something for all the help you’ve been giving me. It’s nothing much but...” you shrug your shoulders as you grab the plates and place them on the table. You needed a distraction, the ghost of his touch making you tremble a little with anticipation.

“You didn’t have to, darlin’ but I appreciate it all the same.” He moves off the door frame and makes his way to the table where you’ve laid out everything for breakfast.

He freezes when he sees the way you’ve laid it all out and his heart clenches, his mind bringing him back to that day twenty years ago. The day he lost everything.

“I got the bacon from Maria, she said I could….hey,” you say softly as you place your hand on his arm and squeeze gently. Worry is evident in your tone. “You, ok?”

Something flickers through his gaze before he turns to you with a nod. “Yeah, it’s…. it’s nothin. Let’s eat.”

***

The days had gotten warmer but that didn’t seem to matter with the way your body shivered from his heated gaze.

He thought he was being stealthy, but you caught him giving you the once over as you walked down the stairs dressed and ready for shooting practice.

The softness in his gaze was gone the moment you made eye contact and he tilted his head towards the door before turning and leaving you standing staring after him.

Maybe you shouldn’t have cooked him breakfast? You think to yourself as you run to catch up with him. The air between you was thick with tension and you struggled to keep up with him as he walked ahead of you.

The makeshift range Joel had built was empty this early in the day and you were grateful that you’d have his full attention today. He always seemed to help out the few stragglers who struggled to shoot the target. Always thinking of others. Typical Joel.

It’s why you loved him.

Oh god, you were so fucked.

“Alright,” he began as he grabbed his rifle and thrust it into your hands. “I’ve been thinkin’ it’s time we move onto the bigger guns, seeing as you mastered the handgun. What d’ya say?”

“I…uh - yeah sure…if you think I’m ready?” You gulp nervously. He nods, “I think you’re ready darlin’, just don’t shoot me and we’re all good.”

You glare at him for his smart-ass comment, and he raises his eyebrows, daring you to give him your usual sass. Instead, you hold the gun and aim it at the target, completely ignoring him.

You don’t see the way his mouth twitches slightly, a smile threatening to make its way onto his face.

Inhale. Exhale.

Taking two deep breaths you aim the rifle at your target and pull the trigger. Nothing happens. “Ya gotta take the safety off, darlin’. Remember?”

You close your eyes as embarrassment floods your veins. Of course, the fucking safety was on. Stupid, stupid, you think to yourself.

With the safety off, you aim at the target again and shoot. It misses. Of course, it does. And that kickback almost knocked you on your ass.

You sigh frustratedly and begin to aim again but are stopped when Joel comes in close, his warm breath tickling the skin of your neck and you can’t help the shiver that runs through you.

“Here, let me help before ya hurt yourself,” he teased. You nudge him in the stomach and he grunts, his hand holding his stomach, feigning injury.

He leans closer, his mouth hot on your ear, “was only teasin’ darlin. I know ya can handle a gun. These are a little bigger so…let me show ya how it's done.”

You think he’s going to take it off you and show you how it’s done the right way but you let out a surprised gasp when his hands run down along the curve of your waist and rest on your hips.

You take in a shuddered breath when he pulls you in close, the heat from his body radiating into your back, heating you from the inside out.

With your eyes closed you take in a few quick breaths, silently praying that he can’t feel your heart beating erratically. “Gotta hold it like this,” he whispers as his hand slowly moves to yours, helping you hold the gun correctly. “It’s better like this for the kickback, won’t hurt yourself this way.”

“Ok,” you stutter, unable to concentrate with the feel of his rough hands on yours. “Then you gotta aim. Make sure your legs are spread a little.”

He kicks out your leg with his foot and continues to hold you as you try to remember what he just told you.

Come on Y/N, you’ve got this. Don’t make a show of yourself in front of him.

“It’s alright darlin’, I got you.” He whispers, his face directly beside yours. With him holding you close; his comforting presence gives you the confidence you need to aim and hit the target.

“I did it,” you beamed, turning in his arms and kissing him in your excitement before you realised what you’d done and pulled back quickly.

His eyes are focused on your lips as you apologise. “Joel…. I’m-I’m so sorry I didn’t….”

The words are cut short as he wraps his hand around the back of your neck pulling you close, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. The rifle is long forgotten as it hits the floor with a loud clang beside you both.

The kiss is aching and all-consuming as our tongues caressed each other. You couldn’t believe that this was happening. That Joel Miller was kissing you.

His other arm slowly wraps around your waist pulling you impossibly close and you can feel him hard against you.

Pulling away, he rests his head against yours, breathing ragged as he tries to keep a semblance of control over his desire.

“You’ve no idea how badly I wanna fuck you right now, darlin”. He rasps, his hands - which have now moved to your ass - squeezing you hard.

“Really? I thought…I thought you liked me as a friend and nothing more,” you stutter nervously. He grinds himself against you and you can feel how hard he is. “Does that feel like I just wanna be friends”, he asks, voice deep and raspy with desire.

You don’t get the chance to answer though because his mouth is on you again and the kiss grows more heated by the second.

A throat clearing pulls you apart and you both glance up to find Tommy standing there with a sly smile on his face as he takes in your dishevelled state.

“I fucking knew it,” he exclaims cheerfully as he beams over at Joel. “Just friends my ass.”

“Fuck off, Tommy,” Joel growls and you can’t help but laugh at the way the brothers interact. Tommy raises his hands in surrender but that sly smile never leaves his face.

Joel pulls away from you and links his fingers with yours before turning and walking in the direction of his house.

“Will I tell Mrs Jenkins you’ll stop by tomorrow instead to fix that table, seeing as you’re a little busy,” Tommy shouts after you both, but Joel just ignores his brother as he walks with determination.

The minute his front door is closed he pushes you against the wall, mouth on yours as his hands explore the curve of your body. You run your hands up along his back and neck until you reach the soft curls of his hair and he groans when you tug them gently.

“Fuck darlin’, need to be inside you so bad but I’m too damn old to fuck you here. Gotta be in my bed,” he rasps, voice thick with desire.

“Lead the way, Miller.”

***

His room was sparse, with a bed and dresser and some clothes scattered across the floor. It screamed Joel and you couldn’t help the smile that worked its way onto your face.

You didn’t get to dwell on it though as he quickly closed the door behind him and pushed you onto the bed.

He stood there staring, his eyes taking in the curve of your body with hunger you’d never seen in him before, and you shuddered.

“Been thinkin’ bout this for far too long, darlin’.” He breaths raggedly, his eyes watching carefully as you begin to remove your clothing.

He gulps and a strangled groan slips past his slightly rough lips as he takes in the sight of you bare, the peak of your nipples pebbling with the cool air.

He quickly shucks off his boots as he climbs up the bed towards you, his body completely covering you. His mouth finds your nipple, pulling it between his teeth and you moan loudly, fingers running through his hair.

A sudden need washed over you. A need to feel him against you. To feel his bare skin against your own as you both seek out that pleasure you’ve wanted for too long.

Your hand moved beneath his shirt, eager to explore the expanse of skin littered with scars with your fingers. Your entire body pulsated with need, and you wanted him to give himself to you, all of himself.

With a shaky breath, you slowly move his shirt up his body but he’s quick to stop you, his hand grasping yours tightly. “What are ya doin’, darlin’?”

“I wanna feel you, Joel. All of you. I know why you like to sleep fully dressed but we’re safe here. I promise. Please?” You plead softly and you can see the war he’s having with himself in his eyes but after a moment he relents.

Pulling the shirt over his shoulders, he tosses it onto the floor and his jeans quickly follow leaving him bare. His hazel eyes stare down at you and there’s a vulnerability behind them.

You reach up wrapping your hand around his neck and you pull him into you, your lips meeting in a searing kiss. His hands grip your hips tight as he nestles himself between your thighs.

You angled your hips, urging him to sink inside you and take what he wanted. Taking himself in his hand, he notches the head of his cock at your entrance and with a roll of his hips, he sinks into your heat.

“Fuck, darlin’. So, god damn tight,” he says with a strangled groan. He begins to move, slowly at first pulling himself almost all the way out before pushing back in.

The sound of your soft whimpers and the sight of you writhing in pleasure beneath him has him losing his goddamn mind. He grabs your leg, throwing it over his hip as he begins to pound into you, the bed groaning with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, darlin’…I’m-I’m so close…need ya to…need ya to come first,” he groans into the skin of your neck, his teeth nipping you softly.

“Joel…. oh god I’m gonna….” You gasp as your orgasm pulses through you. He lets out a strangled groan at the feel of your cunt clenching tight around him.

His hips begin to falter and the only sounds he lets out are soft grunts as he nears his release. Pulling out he pumps himself twice before he spurts hot ropes of come all over your stomach.

You reach down, scooping it up with your fingers before sucking them into your mouth. He groans. “Fuck darlin’. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Using his tattered t-shirt to clean you up, he collapses onto the bed beside you pulling you into his chest.

“So…,” you say with a hint of nerves in your voice. “Does this mean we’re more than friends?”

His gaze meets yours and his face is serious as he takes in the features of your face. Your heart sinks a little, a worrisome feeling settling into the pit of your stomach. What if this was just a one-time thing? An itch to scratch?

Suddenly a smile works its way onto his face, and he turns on his side to face you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek gently in the palm of his hand.

“This means you're my lady, darlin’. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now.” He leans in and kisses you softly, once, twice and when he pulls away, he rests his head against yours.

“You won’t hear me complaining, Miller.” You kiss him again before he nudges you to turn over. He cuddled up behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close.

“Tommy is gonna have a field day with this,” he whispers, the hint of a smile in his voice. “Little shit.”

You giggle and his arm tightens its hold on you. “Get some rest, darlin’. When we wake, I’ll make something to eat.”

“Don’t you wanna get dressed first?” You ask and the movement of his thumb, which had been rubbing circles into the skin of your hip, stalls briefly. “Nah, I think we’re good.” Then, you both drifted off to sleep.

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We Could Try (Joel Miller x Reader)

Summary: You have to protect Joel and Ellie. At any cost. But along the way, it brings you and Joel closer. The man who never showed you emotion, opens up.

Warnings: Violence, blood, SA insinuation

A/N: My first time writing for Joel, I’ve just finished the Tv show, I haven’t played the game, so I’m going based off the show. I love Joel. I love Pedro. And Ellie is the best.

“Ellie, stay here.”

“No fuckin’ way-“

“Please, do as you are told!”

Your eyes pleaded with her, your tone sharp as you glanced down at the wounded Joel. He needed someone with him. You didn’t even know if he was getting better, let alone if he could wake up and protect himself if he needed to.

“You may have some visitors of your own, and I’m sorry that I’m having to ask this of you-“ You told her, shaking your head. “But I need you to stay with him. If they get to him, they will kill him.” Your voice trembled at your own words, with Ellie’s shaky breath following suit as she realised… You were right.

“Okay.” She nodded, grabbing her knife from her backpack as she gripped it tightly.

“I’m going to draw them away from this area-“ You said, picking up Joel’s rifle as you slung it over your shoulder. “Get them as far as I can.” You explained, as you sent the pair one last glance. “Be careful. Don’t endanger yourself.” You told her sternly, causing her to give a small nod. Sending one last worried look at Joel, you turned, determination on your features as you rushed out. Getting to the garage, you lifted the door, hearing distant voices as you untied the horse. “Come on-“ You ushered, tugging on its leash as you exited. Once outside, you mounted the horse, making sure the gun was in reach by your side as it hung from your shoulder.

Giving a tug on the reins, you directed the horse, heading towards the voices. It didn’t take long for you to round the corner, seeing the group of men a few metres away as you yelled, getting their attention. They lifted their own guns as you quickly grabbed yours, sending warning shots their way before taking off.

Glancing over your shoulder, you could see a few of the men running after you, sending wild shots your direction. Whilst distracted, you didn’t see one of the men hiding out of sight, who had aimed his gun right at your horse, pulling the trigger, shooting the poor animal, sending you flying off as you hit the cold snow with a groan. Gasping for breathe, you felt yourself winded, laying on your front as you looked for your gun, seeing it a few inches away. With a yelp, you tried to crawl towards it, but the pain in your side quickly caused you to draw back.

“Shit, shit, shit-“ You whispered, tears forming in your eyes as you heard the men approaching. Even when laying in pain, fearing you would be shot dead, your mind still went to Joel and Ellie, praying they were ok. You pushed yourself onto your back, turning to see the group of men stood over you, hatred in their eyes. One of them raised their gun, aiming it at your head as you narrowed your eyes, almost daring him to do it. With some encouragement from the others, he was ready, finger on the trigger. However, another shot rang out, causing him to lower his gun to see their ring leader.

“Punishment will be served.” The man, David, told them. “But not yet.” He walked towards the group. “Bring them.” He ordered, as the group reluctantly did as he said, two walking to you as they roughly hoisted you up, causing you to grit your teeth in pain.

“Fuck you.” You spat, as David simply smirked, nodding for the men to head off.

Some point on the journey you’d passed out from the pain, awaking in what looked like a makeshift cell. Groaning you tried your best to push yourself into a sitting position, a hand going to your side as you gently gripped it to try and almost stop the pain. Lifting your shirt slowly, you saw a bruise beginning to form on your ribs, hissing as you realised you’d probably broken a few. The sound of the door opening caught your attention as you hastily dropped your shirt. David stepped in, holding a tray as he approached the cell door. He lowered himself, sliding the tray under the wiring.

“Thought you might be hungry.” He said calmly, eyes scanning your face.

“No thanks.” You said defiantly. “Not exactly 5 star service is it?” You sneered as the corners of his lips flicked up for a second, amused.

“Is that anyway to speak to your generous host?” He quipped, raising a brow.

“Generous?” You almost scoffed, looking down at the tray. As your eyes lowered, you saw something just past David on the floor. Something that made your stomach churn. Your eyes widened as your mouth went dry. He frowned as he followed your gaze, before standing. An ear. A fucking human ear.

“For what it’s worth, that’s just deer meat.” He told you. “Promise.” You covered your mouth for a second, processing what he had just said, fighting the bile that was threatening to come up your throat.

“You’ve been…” You cleared your throat. “You’ve been eating people.” You stated as he turned back to look down at you. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You spat, furrowing your brows.

“I did what I needed to to survive. To feed my people.” He still spoke with calmness. “They were starving. I couldn’t watch them starve.”

“So what?” You narrowed your eyes. “You pick up strays, chop them up, feed them to your people.” You clenched your jaw. “And they’re ok with that?” He stayed silent as you noticed a slight shift in his stare. “Oh…” You laughed slightly. “They don’t know, do they?” You used all your strength, to push yourself to your feet, using the wall for support. “What would happen if when I get out of here…” Your tone lowered. “I told your people what you’ve been doing…” You challenged him, watching as he began to tense up. “Tell them what a murdering scumbag you are.” You smirked. “I think there would be a revolution.” David suddenly, finally, lost his cool, slamming his hands on the cell door, causing you to jump slightly at the sound.

“When you get out of here?” He let out a breath laugh. “That’s a big presumption to make.”

“Shit.” Ellie hissed as she heard footsteps above. She turned to Joel, gently shaking him to try and stir him. “Joel, get up.” She pleaded. “There’s someone upstairs. Joel.” He opened his eyes as he frowned, trying to push through the pain and confusion he was experiencing. “Joel, we need to hide.” She tried as she began to use her strength to push him to sit. They began to hear a sliding across the floorboards, as Joel seemingly began to become more alert.

“Go.” He ordered her, voice low as he pushed her to hide. She looked apprehensive for a second before he gave her a reassuring nod, to which she followed his order. As the door to the basement opened, Joel had gotten to his feet, following Ellie as he reached out for her knife. As the intruder came further into the room, Joel readied himself, getting his stance ready to pounce. As the attacker came into view, he made his move, going behind him as he slit his throat, causing the man to gurgle and fall to the floor. Ellie finally came out of her hiding spot, as Joel shook his head. “No, stay here. There will be more outside.” He told her.

“But-“ Ellie tried.

“No buts.” He lightly scolded her. He looked round the room, noticing his gun was gone. But not just that. You. “Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked, as Ellie gave him a sheepish stare. “Ellie…”

“They went out to lead the guys away.” Ellie said quietly. “I had to stay here to protect you.” Joel’s eyes widened at her words, as he felt anxiety swell in his chest.

“Shit.” He muttered, clenching his fist, gripping the knife tightly. You were gone. Out of sight. He didn’t know where you were or if you were ok. He silently prayed you had gotten away, stayed hiding whilst the men looked for him. But he knew you all too well. You would’ve gone in guns blazing to get them away from him and Ellie. Putting yourself at risk for them. “Stay here.” He told Ellie, his tone teetering on dangerous, before disappearing from sight, on the hunt for his next victim.

David had left you alone once again, as you tried to fiddle with the lock on the cell door. However, you quickly realised it wasn’t going to work as you let your frustration take over, yelling as you hit the door. You even tried bending the wire of the door, just to try and make a gap big enough for you to get out through. But it wasn’t as easy with broken ribs. Looking at the floor in defeat, you had an idea. Bending down with a groan, you untied your shoelace, glancing up at the door every now and again to check no one was coming in. You began to pull out the lace from the shoe, holding it in your hands as you held it taut, seeing how strong it was as you smiled to yourself. You hid it up your jacket sleeve, keeping a bit of the lace in the palm of your hand to get easy access.

After a few more minutes, David finally returned. You licked your lips. You knew men like him. You knew how to butter them up. Putting on your best innocent eyes, you watching him closely.

“I’ve…” You began, making your voice low. “I’ve been thinking.” You bit your lip. “Maybe… Maybe I’ve been wrong. Quick to judge.” You cleared your throat, watching as he narrowed his eyes. “I mean… You have the weight of a whole community on your shoulders. That must be hard.” His features seemed to soften slightly.

“It can be.” He agreed. “But I just do the Lords work. I look after my own.” He paused. “Just like you. With the girl… And the man.”

“I just wanted to protect them.” It wasn’t a lie. “They are my community… Surely you understand.” You took a step towards the fence.

“I can see it in you. That fight. That desire to protect.” He lowered his voice. “I see that part of me… in you.” You fought the urge to shudder at his words. “Imagine if we both took charge of this community… Both of us. Headstrong. Protective. Willing to do what it takes to keep our own safe.” He took his own step forwards. “Mother and Father.”

Joel stood over one of the men who was tied to a chair, as Ellie had eventually come out from the basement, watching with curious eyes as Joel seemingly scared the man.

“Where are they?” Joel questioned, leaning down so his face was mere inches from the man.

“I-I don’t know, man.” The raider tried, but Joel clicked his tongue, bringing up Ellie’s knife into the air as he stabbed it through the man’s kneecap, causing him to yell out in pain.

“Not good enough!” Joel snarled, Ellie had seen Joel angry… But this was a new level. He was scared. Lashing out. “Where. Are. They?”

“He-He took her!” The man shouted. “To our community.”

“Where?”

“A-a town, not far.”

“What town?!” Joel twisted the knife as the man yelled once more, gasping and panting as he tried to think straight.

“It’s not a real town!” He exclaimed. “It-It’s a few miles from here, please-“ Joel took the knife out from the man’s knee as he fell forward for a second. He turned, grabbing a map from the side as he held it up, putting the knife in the man’s mouth.

“Point to it.” He ordered, as the man did as he was told. “Now point to where we are.” Again, he did, as Joel took back the knife.

“Please, I swear-“ He pleaded. “I’m telling the truth.” Joel turned, grabbing a gun he’d taken from the raider. “Please.”

“Oh. I believe you.” Joel told him, before quickly aiming the gun at the man’s head, pulling the trigger. He’d completely forgotten Ellie was even in the room. Consumed by his rage. He turned, leaving the man dead as he caught Ellie’s eye. She didn’t look scared. But he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in his stomach. “Let’s go.” He told her as he threw her knife back to her.

David opened the door, but you waited. You didn’t want to seem too eager to get out. To leave. Taking a slow step forward, you waited for him to nod for permission. Once he did, you exited the cell, standing in front of him. He slowly lifted his hand, causing you to flinch slightly. He then gently traced your cheek with his thumb, causing you to fight the urge to attack him right then and there.

“I’m sorry about my men.” He apologised. “They did quite the number on you.” His hand slowly moved down. Painfully slow. As he reached for the bottom of your shirt, lifting it to reveal the bruise on your ribs. “Luckily for you, we have more medicine.” He told you as his hand grazed your side, lowering your shirt. “Plenty of rest, food and medicine… Then we will begin.”

David led you down the hallway, walking in front as you swallowed the lump in your throat, beginning to get the shoelace from your jacket sleeve. You shuffled it in your hands, as you wrapped both ends on either hand, pulling it out taut to get ready to attack. You got to the kitchens, as you finally decided to take your shot. Moving behind David, you moved your arms over his head, ignoring the pain you felt, as you pressed the lace against his throat, using all your strength to press down on it, causing him to jolt and gasp. He tried clawing at the lace, as you kept pulling, kicking the back of his knee to buckle his leg, causing him to falter as he fell to the floor.

“I know men like you.” You said lowly. “Why would I, want to join you?” You spat, as his movements began to slow. You saw your chance, seeing him on the floor as you let go of the lace, making a run for it out the kitchen, limping slightly to put less weight on your hurt side. You entered out into what appeared to be a dining hall area, as you rushed towards the nearest exit, pushing on the door, which was locked. Swearing under your breath, you went to another door, trying that one. But again, it was locked. You yelled in anger, refusing to let it stop you. You picked up a nearby chair, yelping as it sent pain down your side. But the adrenaline was taking over. The will to survive. You launched the chair at one of the windows, causing it to crack it slightly. You quickly picked up another chair, repeating the action. However, as you went to throw the last chair to finally break the window, you felt a pressure on your throat, causing you to drop the chair to claw at the shoelace you had used on David, that was now pressing on your neck. He hauled you back, causing you to gasp and groan, before he threw you to the floor, causing you to knock over one of the tables as you clattered into it. The candle fell to the floor, the flame catching fire to a nearby table cloth, quickly going up in smoke. Your eyes widened at the sight, realising the building would quickly be set alight.

“You stupid little-“ David spat, as he quickly appeared over you, using his body to hold you down. You tried your best to fight, using your fists to try and hit him, your legs to kick, and your mouth to bite, however, your body was growing weak. “You will repent. You will follow my rules, my lifestyle…” David continued. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

“Fuck. You!” You shouted, rage filling your mind as you spat in his face. That only angered him further as he grabbed your face with his hand, gripping your skin tightly as he forced you to look at him. “Asshole!” You managed to force out, causing him to smirk, seeing how much power he had in the situation. A sudden shot rang out through the room, as David flinched, frowning. You let out a breath, coughing as you looked up, seeing blood coming from his chest. His features began to become distant, as he finally fell forward, landing on you as you yelled, tears forming in your eyes, trying to push him off you. “Get- Get off!” You cried, closing your eyes tight, feeling the smoke making your mouth dry. Suddenly, the weight on you lifted, as you felt a hand grab your arm, causing you to scream, fighting against it.

“It’s okay.” You heard a voice over the flames. “It’s okay. It’s me.” You opened your eyes, smoke clearing as you realised it was a face you recognised. “It’s me, baby, it’s me.” You let out a breath.

“Joel…” You reached out, grabbing onto him, almost to make sure he was real. He nodded, wrapping an arm around you as he carefully led you out of the hall, leaving the flames and smoke behind you both. As you stepped outside, the cold air hit you roughly, as it made your throat close up for a second. Your eyes scanned around, looking for danger, but you only saw Ellie as she looked shocked by your appearance.

“Ellie…” You whispered, thankful she was safe. That they were both safe. You had done your job.

“We’re okay.” Joel told you, feeling your legs buckle as he allowed you to fall into him, your head landing on his shoulder, as he wrapped you in a warm embrace. “It’s okay Darlin’, we’re here now. It’s okay.” He said softly in your ear, as his gloved hand held the back of your head.

You jolted awake, gasping a little as you sat with a start, which soon made you wince. You didn’t know where you were. And your heart rate increased as it saw the flames from a fire.

“(Y/N)-“ You jumped at the voice, turning to see Joel sat on a nearby rock. “You’re safe.” He told you gently, getting up to come over to you. “You passed out, it’s okay, we’re hidden. They won’t find us.” He told you, almost like a promise. “Found this little cave, decided it was the best bet.” You nodded at his words, pushing yourself to lean against the wall, breathing a little ragged. You looked over, seeing Ellie asleep in her own sleeping back. “She wanted to stay awake till you woke up.” He said. “But sleep had other ideas.”

“Your wound-“ You realised, turning to face him as he waved you off, sitting beside you against the wall.

“I’m fine.” He grunted. “Penicillin fixed me right up.” He paused. “I’m more worried about you. I think you’ve cracked a few ribs.” He said through a clenched jaw.

“Yeah… Not great when you’re trying to travel across the country.” You let out a small chuckle. “Don’t even have a horse anymore.” You both sat in silence for a moment. Joel didn’t know what to say. Every time he thought of you being hurt… He couldn’t help but blame himself. He couldn’t help but feel anger at the ones who did it. “I’m sorry.” Your words broke him out of his thoughts as he turned to frown at you.

“What for?”

“For making your life more difficult.” You shrugged. “For going and doing something stupid.” You licked your lips nervously. He quickly shook his head, sitting up a little.

“This wasn’t your fault.” He told you sternly. “If it was anyone’s… It’s mine.” He sighed, pulling his gaze away from you.

“Don’t do that.” You whispered. “Don’t put this on yourself. I made the choice to go out there, I made the choice to risk my own life.”

“But you shouldn’t have had to.” He said a bit more angry. You knew it wasn’t at you though. “I should’ve been there to handle it. Instead… I was laid up. Useless.” You frowned.

“Joel, you kept Ellie safe, and you came and got me.” You almost scoffed. “You did more than enough. You did handle it.” You paused. “I tried to handle it. I tried to help, to make your job a little easier, so you could focus on getting better.” He finally looked at you once again, seeing the honesty in your eyes. You really wanted to protect him. Help him. Ease the pressure on him. “And I’m sorry I couldn’t do that.”

“Not many people have done that for me.” He said quietly, voice a little gruff. “But please, don’t do it again. If we’re ever in this position again, you stay put. You don’t put yourself in danger for me.” You didn’t reply, simply giving a small nod. You couldn’t promise anything, but you were both stubborn, meaning you would never agree. “Now, let me sort that cut.” He gestured to your cheek, as you furrowed your brows, before lifting a hand to touch where he’d pointed, feeling dry blood on your skin. You didn’t even realise it was there. He reached over to his backpack, pulling out a small first aid kit. It just held some wipes and plasters. He opened it, reaching in to grab a wipe, opening the packet as he pulled it out. You watched him closely, as he gently reached up to wipe away the dried blood. You couldn’t help but just stare at him.

“How did you know where I was?” You asked, voice low. Joel seemed to hesitate for a moment, before clearing his throat.

“I have my ways.” He said, his eyes still trained on your cut.

“Sounds ominous.” You quipped, before letting out a small hiss as the wipe touched a sensitive part of your skin, causing him to whisper a small apology. “Was Ellie okay?”

“Yeah-“ He finally finished, taking his eyes away from you as he fiddled with the first aid kit. “Bit scared I think. Worried about losing you.” He admitted. “We both were.” He didn’t meet your eyes as he said it, he actually avoided looking at you altogether. You felt your heart swell at his words, as you pursed your lips.

“Yeah… Well, you gave us quite the scare too.” You said. “You were out for a few days.” You cleared your throat. “I thought-“ You felt your eyes growing glassy. “We thought-“ You tried, as he finally met your gaze again. “Both of us were scared of losing you.”

“You would’ve been fine.” Joel tried to shrug it off, but you shook your head, reaching out your hand for his, as you gently gripped it.

“Joel you need to start realising… We care for you. Ellie adores you. She’ll never say it-“ You added, with a small laugh. “But she does. I’ve never seen her so worried.” His eyes softened for a moment.

“And you?”

“Of course I was worried.” You told him sincerely, giving his hand a small squeeze.

“I was too, y’know.” His voice was quiet, almost above a whisper. “Bout you.” He admitted. “When I came in… When I saw you-“ He shook his head. “With that… scumbag.” He almost spat. “I just saw red. I felt… I felt it in my chest.” He explained, as you kept your eyes on his. “The thought of him hurting you-“

“But I’m fine.” You reassured him. “I’m here, I’m alive.” You promised, as he moved his spare hand, gently placing it on your unharmed cheek. You didn’t flinch. Not like you did with David. It felt right, his touch felt right. It was welcomed. You melted into his hand.

“Before Ellie… Before you-“ He began. “I didn’t think I’d feel…” He couldn’t finish as you nodded, understanding.

“I know.”

“And I can’t.” He removed his hand, leaving you feeling empty. “Not now.” You removed your own hand from his as you recoiled back slightly. “Not during all this.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Maybe once… Once we get back to Tommy’s…” Your heart became full of hope again. “We could… try?” He asked. It was weird, seeing the hardened, gruff and ruthless man you knew become so soft, unsure and emotional. But it was nice. It felt special. You nodded, a small smile on your lips.

“Yeah… I’d like that.”

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Part Four of “The Lake Between Us”

What you look like during the day

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Moonbeam)

This fic/blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 1.2k

Summary: Our nurse and reformed scoundrel meet in person. Are things the same as when they watch each other at night? Could it be better or worse?

Warnings: Ezra is his own warning, verbal sparring (someone did lose), HANDS (a Pedro character special)

Notes: Did I wait (stall more like it) in finally giving Ezra more than a line or two of speech? Yeah I did. I wanted to make sure it sounded like him to me and hopefully to you all as well. They've finally met after three parts. 😆 To be fair, I did say slow burn. 🔥 Simmering like some gumbo maybe? (Nerdie with the bad joke and we are complete. 😎)

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series / A03 link

Now a month and a half out from their initial meeting, they’ve had yet to speak face to face. Ezra has just finished giving another tour of the bayou. Regalling tourists with the history of it along with New Orleans with his expressive flair. He’s in the process of meeting up with the manager to get his check for the week. Today is friday so he’s going to go to the bank after this per his normal routine.

He recalls that black poofy tresses that he often saw from beneath the purple bonnet at night. They were tied up in a high ponytail. The same legs that rocked in the chair at night were across from him speaking to some basic looking man and a smile upon her face along with a child. Was she married? Was the child hers? For her to be out every night their relationship or marriage couldn’t be a happy one right? But she walks away with the child and speaks to a woman who takes the child as they begin to walk away. Maybe the woman is her girlfriend? The soft pink of her dress covered what was normally visible to Ezra at night. He was able to see that her skin was indeed the sensual caramel he thought it had been and the scoop neck of casual wear exposed the very tops of her breasts. The full lips were a brownish pink on closer inspection and her glasses were blue not black, an easy mistake to make in the dark. The most startling to him was her eyes. A sweet shade of honey hugged her pupils which formed her irises. He sees her waving at the woman and the child as they leave, so maybe they’re not together? Enough of this, he needed more facts and less speculation.

The business with the manager is quickly concluded and he jogs over to her, unable to move too fast in his hip waters. He’s wearing black suspenders and a white t-shirt that’s become semi-transparent from the heat. His chest is visible as you hear a voice say, “Greetings from across the lake, the daylight suits you as well. My name’s Ezra.” That’s how you knew who he was once you turned. The patch was indeed blonde and his beard patchy but it suited him. A roguish smile appeared on his face as he spoke and his hands were on his hips. His skin was indeed a smooth copper, partly from the sun and from his own tone. The chest that you’d seen at night was even more impressive during the day with biceps to match, flexed as he stood. Your feet carried you until you were a foot away from him. The tall waters looked to be slightly big on him, but his long legs still had his hips above the tops of them and he had a soft middle. The only part of the man that could be called cute besides his nose, large but the shape was pleasing to your eyes.

“Good afternoon neighbor. It’s good to finally see you up close. The sun has been kind to you too.” You half-joked. The freckles were something you hadn’t seen and you wondered how it would feel to trace your fingers over them and if they formed their own constellation. You told him your name and he repeated it twice to make sure he had it correctly, when you nodded, he extended his hand presumably for a handshake. Ezra’s hands hadn’t looked that large from your spot on your porch but up close, they eclipse yours as you shake his hand, making sure you’re giving him a strong grip but not your hardest. There was a smirk that formed on Ezra’s face as he let go of your hand, his calloused fingertips touching your palm. You gasped from the tickle and his smirk grew, your eyes lingered on his hands for a moment curious what was so funny, though you knew. He was gauging your reactions. Squinting your eyes, you gave him a slight frown, “something funny Ezra? I have been told I’m funny but I don’t believe I’ve done anything comical yet.”

The confidant look on his face remained, “We just met and I’m already being accused of something? Not unusual, but still a bit hurtful my dear.” He placed most of his weight on his right leg and ruined his left foot and knee outward, despite the hip waters, it was still quite a sight and exposed what they had been covering up. Your eyes flipped down and the back up to his face where his smirk had widened. This man…you cleared your throat and exhaled. “I think we can come to some accommodation that would mend my bruised ego.” Your arms crossed in front of you, shaking your head and on the verge of a laugh so you bite your lips though the side of your mouth still curve upward.

When you feel like you’re not going to chuckle, “What pray tell would you have me say or do to mend this fragile ego of yours Ezra? Mind you we just met in person less than five minutes ago.” You added with Ezra now being the one to try and not laugh. It was an entertaining game to see who would break first, you’re trying to keep up with him, but you’re not quite sure you can.

Putting his hands up as if he’s gotten caught, lowering his head and making his chocolate brown eyes sullen with a frown to complete the look. “Now I would never be so discourteous as to ask a luminous lady such as yourself to do anything untoward.” Your mouth is covered by your fist to hold it in. He’s purposely laying on the ham extra thick. “I think we should just start with sharing a drink on the same porch. Being a gentleman, I will come to you and may bring you dinner if you’d like an adventure of a culinary nature.” His request was along the lines of what you were going to ask anyway so you nodded and moved your hand away from your mouth to tell him yes, resting your chin on the back of your hand. Upon hearing your answer, he runs his hand along your arm that your jaw sits upon. The calloused pads of his fingers have your skin jolting with electricity, a breathy sigh escapes your lips as you watch him speak.

“My dear Seraphina, I am anticipating that my ego shall be fully repaired after our evening encounter. Lady’s choice of course.”

Ezra’s gaze is as heavy as his words. His meaning is not hidden from her and he’s left if it happens or not up to her. The time has been agreed to as well as the menu and location. It appears things are changing tonight, what will Seraphina’s choice be? She’s not one to shy away from an adventure or a challenge, not at this stage in her life. Both her arms drop and her hands land on her hips, and a smirk plays on her lips. Ezra’s fingers didn’t leave Sera’s arm, still strumming the pads of them along her forearm. “I’ll take you up on both your company and dinner. I’ll provide the drinks. I have rum and tequila, so I can stop by the store on the way home if you prefer something else. How’s seven sound to you?”

Part Three Part Five

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A Baker's Dozen - Ten

Hello!

Only two more weeks of Pedro boys! I can't believe it's almost over! And I'm so happy about how many people said last week's Pero story was their first time reading a fic with him and how they loved the character. He's definitely someone who doesn't appear in fics as much as others do, but he's fun to write and he's a very different character. I loved writing him and I'd love to write another story for him!

Here's Pedro boy number eleven, please enjoy this sweetheart's visit to the bakery!

Your little bakery has two large windows out onto the street, and it gives you a good view of people walking by, especially when the bakery is quiet. This Friday morning you’re on your own in the shop, working on decorating a cake for a naming ceremony. Having an elaborate cake out on the counter, decorating it as people walk past, is good marketing you’ve realized. And it makes for excellent people watching as you straighten up from your hunched up position and stretch your back.

This morning, from the corner of your eye, as you put your arms over your head and crack your neck, you spot a man you’re sure you’ve already seen hanging around outside the window for some a while. He’s walked past a few times and now he’s nervously hovering around the front door, glancing in through the window. As you spot him, his face breaks into a bright smile, lighting up his eyes and he raises his hand in a wave. Pointing at the door he mouths ‘Can I come in?’, his face even brighter when you nod. It’s impossible to not smile back at him, you feel your mood lifting just as by him coming in through the front door.

“Hello, you are already open?” he asks as the door closes behind him and he comes up to the counter, still looking a bit uncertain but giving you a wide smile. There’s an accent to his voice, Italian you think, or maybe Spanish, and his caramel colored curls are perfectly swept back from his friendly face, perfectly matching the expensive looking red shirt he’s wearing.

“Officially not until eight, but since I’m here, you’re more than welcome in,” you smile at him and wipe your hands free from the icing you’re working with. He gives you a worried frown, half turning back to the door as if to leave.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, if you’re not open yet I won’t disturb you,” he says, “I don’t want to interrupt your beautiful work.”

“No, no, please come in, you’re not interrupting,” you say, waving him forward again, “I need a break, my hands get tired doing this for too long.”

You smile at him as he comes up to the counter and looks at the cake you’re working on, “What can I help you with?”

“I was intrigued by the decorations on the cake, they are real flowers?” he asks, pointing at the delicate daisy you’ve just attached to a section of the cake.

“No, they’re made with sugar,” you explain, “I make them separately and then attach them to the cake.”

“They look real to me,” he says with wide eyes as he leans forward and looks closer at the daisy chain trailing across the cake, “you’re a true artist, they are incredible.”

“Thank you,” you smile. You know your sugar flowers always impress people but you never tire of hearing it. The fiddly nature of the work makes them difficult to get just right and you’re proud of your ability to make them almost lifelike.

“I’m in town for a few days,” the man says, straightening up again and glancing over his shoulder out at the street, “A very boring conference for work, I wanted to take a walk before it starts up again, and I saw your…” he wrinkles his forehead, waving at the bread in the baskets behind you, “I forgot the word in English,” he says apologetically, “your breaderia? No, that doesn’t sound right…”

“My bakery,” you smile, “What language do you speak?”

“Spanish,” he replies, his bright brown eyes lighting up as he turns back to you, “It’s panadería in Spanish.”

“Oh, a breaderia!” you giggle, “That makes sense!”

“¿Hablas español?” he asks and you shake your head and hold up your thumb and finger half an inch apart.

“Un poco,” you reply, “I learnt some in high school but I forgot most of it, I only know panadería because well…” you laugh and wave your hand around the bakery and he laughs with you.

“I’m Javi, by the way,” he says, holding out his hand to you, but you hold your hand up and show him the sticky and colorful sugar stuck to them.

“Nice to meet you, Javi, but if I shake your hand I’ll make a mess. I need to go and clean up,” you say with a smile and nod towards the kitchen, “I’ll be right back, and then I can take your order, if you want to order something, that is.”

“Yes, please, I would love to try everything but I’ll try to choose only one thing,” he chuckles, scanning the display cases as you go back to the sink in the kitchen. When you come back out after a few minutes, Javi gives you an unhappy look.

“I can’t decide, everything looks too good, you are too talented for my stomach to make it’s mind up.”

You laugh and walk around the counter and stand next to him, “What’s your favorite flavor? Maybe I can help you narrow it down?”

“I love everything….” he says, “I was always very bad at deciding, when I was a child my cousin would get angry with me for taking too long and then he’d decide for me.”

“Did he pick what you liked at least?”

“No, he always picked what he liked so it was a very bad deal for me,” he looks up at you with a grin, “I’m sorry, I must sound like the most pathetic person, I assure you I can make my mind up,” he laughs.

“You don’t sound pathetic, Javi,” you smile, “but your cousin sounds impatient.”

“That he is…you have no idea,” he replies and turns back to the rows of baked goods with a shudder.

“The lemon meringue pie looks very nice, and the carrot cake too,” he mumbles, leaning forward and scanning the cakes again.”

“What’s your favorite?” you ask, “Maybe I have it, or something like it.”

“Hmm…” Javi hums, turning back to you and frowning as he considers your question, “I think…my absolute favorite is a small cake I’ve had in Paris many times, with vanilla and rum,” he says, “they’re called canelés, do you know them?”

“I’ve heard of them, but I’ve never had them,” you say, shaking your head and Javi’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline in surprise.

“You’ve never had them? They are very delicious, caramel and almost crunchy on the outside, creamy vanilla and rum on the inside…” he trails off, the tip of his pink tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip as he salivates and you giggle.

“You look like you got caught in a daydream, they’re really that good?”

He nods and grins at you, “They really are, you should make them sometime, I know I would come and buy them all.”

“Do you know how to make them?” you ask and he shrugs, giving you a small smile.

“I tried a few times, following a YouTube video at home,” he says, “but I didn’t have the right thing to bake them in…and then I got distracted and…they burnt…” he gives you an embarrassed little grin, “I’m not a very good baker.”

“Now you have me curious, Javi,” you laugh, “I need to find a recipe, come on,” you motion him to follow you back into the kitchen where you open your bookshelf, dropping down the desk to show off the rows of baking books neatly lined up. Javi trails in behind you, his smile widening as he sees your book collection.

“So many books on baking!” he exclaims, coming over to run his fingers along the spines as you look for a specific book.

“I have more at home,” you say, “these are mainly for more technical recipes that I need to reference. At home I have the ones I use for inspiration when I’m looking for something new to make.”

You grab a book on French baking and pull it off the shelf, “This one I think has a recipe on canelés.”

Javi comes to stand next to you as you place it on the desk and open the book’s index. You can smell his cologne as the warmth of his body radiates in the small space between you. He smells…expensive, a rich sandalwood scent laced with citrus and something sweet underneath that tugs at your memory as you inhale. Glancing up at him you’re met by warm brown eyes looking at you with curiosity and a small smile.

“You…you smell good, Javi,” you stutter out, “I just noticed.”

His smile curves up and he seems to shrug, shaking off the compliment, “Thank you, you smell good too, I was just thinking, you don’t smell like your bakery at all,” he says, a pink tinge creeping up his neck, “you smell like…” he purses his lips as he thinks for a second, “la toronja?”

“I don’t know what that is, but I hope it’s a nice smell,” you giggle and he laughs with a nod.

“I’m sorry, such a bad compliment when I can’t even tell you what it is,” he chuckles.

“Describe it to me then,” you say, “I’d like to know what it is.”

“Like an orange, but bigger, and not as sweet,” Javi says, holding up his hands to show you the size.

“Oh, a grapefruit?” you ask and he slaps his forehead.

“Ah! Yes, a grapefruit, I knew that,” he laughs, “you smell like grapefruit, it’s very nice, you smell very nice.”

“Thank you, it’s my body wash, it’s grapefruit scented” you smile back at him and then look down at the book again, flipping back to the index, “here, canelés,” you say and turn to the right page and Javi looks down too.

“Oh, they take three days to make,” you say, skimming the recipe, “the batter has to rest three days in the fridge before it can bake.” You glance back at the clock on the wall, in about half an hour your morning rush will begin, you won’t have time to make the batter now.

“I’ll have to make the batter this evening and then I can bake them on Monday, but I guess you won’t be in town then?”

Javi shrugs next to you, “I was thinking of staying and exploring the city a little while, I can stay until Monday.”

“Ok, then I’ll have them for you on Monday afternoon. If you want, we can try them together, fresh from the oven. I'd love to get your opinion on them since I’ve never had them before,” you smile and close the book and turn to go back into the shop.

Javi clears his throat nervously and stops you.

“I wonder,” he says, his hands twitching at his sides and he clamps them together in front of himself, “I wonder, if maybe, I can help you in the shop today?”

“You want to work in the shop?” you ask, your eyebrows shooting up into your hairline as Javi gives you a small smile.

“Yes, it’s nice here, and…you seem very nice,” he says, a pink tinge creeping up his neck, “and I would like to learn more about baking and I thought, maybe I could…” he trails off, shaking his head, “nevermind, it’s a stupid idea, why would you want me in your way all day. I’ll leave now,” he huffs, and walks past you, into the shop before you find your voice.

“Wait, Javi,” you call after him, hurrying into the shop, “Working in a bakery isn’t very exciting but if you really want to stay, of course you can. I won’t mind, I mean…I think you’re nice too.”

The smile Javi gives you is blinding, his face lights up as he comes back over to you.

“You’re sure? You won’t mind?”

“No, not at all, grab an apron in the back while I open the shop, the morning crowd is about to turn up,” you smile at him and he nods, giving you another excited smile before he grabs one of the clean aprons.

You flip the sign, put out your street sign and come back to Javi proudly standing behind the counter, but struggling a bit with the knot on his apron.

“Here, let me help you,” you say, “do the strap like this…” you reach up around his neck, standing on your tiptoes, “if you turn it like this it won’t slip.” With your hands around his neck, adjusting the strap, his soft curls brushing over your skin as his eyes are on yours, you suddenly notice how still he’s standing, and how close he is. The warmth of him filters through your own apron and shirt, and you can see the rise and fall of his chest where his deep red shirt sits open just in front of your eyes.

“Thank you,” he mumbles softly and you look up at his eyes. He draws a small breath, holding it for a few seconds as your fingers smooth out the strap around his neck, before slowly exhaling and you watch his lips part.

When the bell above the door jingles, you jump apart as if fire suddenly erupted, and you quickly turn to the first customer. You immediately recognise the tight gray curls of Mrs Levinson, closing the door behind her and coming over to the counter.

“Good morning, Mrs Levinson, you’re early today,” you give her your bright customer service smile and beside you Javi mumbles a low ‘Good morning’.

“Good morning, dear,” the elderly lady says, “and who is this handsome man?” she winks at Javi who stutters over his reply.

“I’m J-Javi, I’m helping in the bakery today,” he gives Mrs Levinson a nervous smile, “What may I serve you today?”

“Oh, what a sweet boy,” Mrs Levinson smiles, “and you make such a beautiful couple.”

You raise your eyebrows and bite back a snort, next to you Javi seems to be choking on something.

“What can I get you, Mrs Levinson, the usual?” you ask, giving Javi a gentle pat on the back as he finds his composure again.

“I’d like a dark rye please dear, and six poppy seed bagels,” she replies, “and something sweet for my afternoon coffee too, I think.” She scans the selection and taps the glass, “Give me four of these Millionaire’s shortbread things. Mrs Morales is coming over and she wants to try something new.”

“Of course,” you say, grabbing a pair of tongs and handing them to Javi, “Put four of them in one of the small boxes, please, and I’ll get Mrs Levinson’s bread.”

Javi nods and does as instructed, putting the box of shortbread on the counter in front of Mrs Levinson with a bright smile.

“There you go, Mrs Levinson, anything else I may help you with?”

“No, thank you, my dear, that’s all for now, what do I owe you?”

You tally up the total on the till and help the old lady count out the money. As you hand her the change she takes a dollar bill and pushes it across the counter to Javi.

“Such a sweetheart,” she smiles at you, before taking her bag, “Make sure to hang on to him, he’s sure to bring you extra customers.” She gives Javi a wink and makes her way out of the shop. You barely hold your laughter inside until the door has closed behind her and you turn to Javi who’s grinning widely with pink cheeks.

“Well, now you know Mrs Levinson,” you laugh and he chuckles.

“Now I know Mrs Levinson,” he nods, fanning himself with his hands, making you giggle at his expression, “Are all your customers so…forward?”

“Thankfully, no, only Mrs Levinson and her crew,” you grin,”I hope she didn’t scare you off, do you still want to stay here today?”

“Yes, please, I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity of being called a ‘sweetheart’ but nice old ladies,” he laughs and you giggle again.

“Alright then, I’ll let you handle all my elderly ladies, they’re going to love you, Javi,” you say, moving behind him to turn on the espresso machine, “Do you want a coffee?”

The day passes quickly with Javi’s company, even when the shop quietens down in the afternoon he keeps your mind occupied with questions about your favorite movies while you prepare the batter for the canéles. The bakery fills with the rich vanilla scent as you cut the pod and scrape the seeds into the batter.

“I can’t believe I never thought about that!” you exclaim as Javi laughs, “But you’re totally right, Indiana Jones only helped them find it faster, his actions have no real impact on the entire movie!”

“I had to rewatch ‘Raiders’ so many times to make sure,” Javi grins, “I couldn’t believe it either, but he really does nothing that stops them from getting the Ark.”

“So crazy, I can’t believe I never thought about that,” you say as you reach up to grab the rum bottle from your liquor storage.

“Santa Teresa,” Javi says, nodding his approval, “That’s what my father always drank, you’ve got good taste, and expensive rum.”

“Only the best for my cakes,” you smile, measuring out three tablespoons and one extra for luck. Behind you Javi is rummaging around, looking for something and he’s grinning when he comes up to you with two glasses.

“It’s too good to only go into cakes, let’s drink some, to celebrate my new career as a baker,” he says with a bright smile that makes it impossible to not smile back at him.

“A great idea, but I’ve got better glasses in the shop, follow me, and grab the bottle, Javi,” you say, taking his hand and pulling him with you back out to the shop.

“Here, these are better,” you say, handing him smaller glasses, “do the honors.”

You jump up on the counter as Javi pours the drinks, handing you a glass of the dark liquid and you take it, holding it up to him.

“To the best shop assistant I’ve ever had, with endless film knowledge, fantastic customer service skills and all around great guy.” You clink your glass with Javi’s and he smiles, a pink blush creeping up his neck again as he takes a sip.

“Thanks,” he smiles, leaning on the counter on the other side, smacking his lips at the flavor of the dark rum, “I had fun, and now I know a lot about running a bakery.” He gives you a warm smile, lifting his glass in a salute to you again and you both sip slowly, the rum sliding down smooth and warm into your chest.

“Weren’t you supposed to be at a conference today?” you ask, suddenly remembering that he’d mentioned something about it this morning when he first came in.

“Yes, but who cares?” he shrugs with a sheepish grin, “I’m sure no one will miss me, and this was much more enjoyable,” Javi gives you one of his warm smiles, his bright eyes softening as you smile back at him.

“Did you really like working here today?” you ask and he nods.

“Truly, I had more fun today than I’ve had at work in a long time,” he says, coming to stand next to you.

He’s so tall, almost level with you up on the counter as your eyes meet. You give him a small smile and he smiles back, a deep dimple in his cheek as he absentmindedly runs a hand through his soft curls, not as orderly now as they were this morning. A loose curl falls over his forehead and without thinking, you give in to the temptation you’ve been fighting all day, and reach forward to push it back again. Javi reaches up and catches your hand in his, pulling it down so that he can rub his thumb over your palm, his eyes locked on yours. The tip of his tongue comes out to wet his lips and the movement makes you look down at his lips and Javi takes a slow step closer, his fingers closing around your hand.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, his soft voice the only sound in the shop as you look up at him again. There’s a heated look in his eyes suddenly, and as you nod, he bends his head to yours, his hand moving up and gently cupping your cheek.

The jingle of the bell pulls you apart, both of you looking at the door as Javi steps away from you.

“Mr Gutierrez, you’re needed back at the hotel.”

The man who’s stepped through the front door is dressed in a driver’s uniform and is looking somewhat exasperated with Javi behind the counter, “Your phone is off and your assistant has been trying to reach you all day.”

Javi looks back at you and flashes a guilty grin before he looks back at the driver.

“I’ll be right there, Marco, I’ve just been busy today.”

“Of course, sir,” the driver gives a curt nod and turns around, the door jingling again as he leaves.

“I’m sorry,” Javi says, turning back to you, his hand had slipped from your cheek as he stepped back, and you feel the loss of it as a warm imprint on your skin, “It seems I was missed at work after all. I would’ve liked to have stayed here longer, but I have to go.”

“Of course,” you say, feeling the disappointment creep up as Javi grabs his phone, “It was really nice having you here, Javi.”

He turns back to you with an uncertain small smile, holding his phone tight in his hand.

“Can I, I mean, if you want, I’d like to come back…on Monday. To finish the canelés,” he says, his eyebrows bunching up, looking at you with worried eyes.

“Yes, of course,” you say, excitement bubbling inside you as you see his smile creep back up and he takes a relieved gulp of air.

“Ok, great! Thank you!” he grins and glances out through the window at his driver who is looking at you both, before he turns back to you, “I’ll see you Monday, ok?”

“Monday, come by at noon, we’ll bake the canelés together,” you say, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek on impulse. His cologne from this morning still lingers, but it’s mixed with his warm sweat, a coffee from a stain on his shirt, and something that must be his own comforting scent. For a split second you fight the urge to lean your head on his shoulder and rest your nose against the soft skin of his neck. Instead you pull back and meet his soft, brown eyes smiling at you.

“Get going, or your driver will yell at us,” you say, putting your hand on his arm, giving him a little nudge as he chuckles.

“Yeah, he can be a bit intimidating,” he says and walks around the counter, “Until Monday then.” He waves and disappears out through the door, and you watch as the driver stands to attention and opens the door to the back seat.

Javi flashes you a smile through the window before he disappears into the car, and you turn back to the kitchen to clean up.

You’re surprised to see Javi already waiting by the bakery when you turn up a quarter to twelve on Monday and flip on the lights inside. He’s sitting on the steps outside the front door, oblivious to you arriving through the back door, and it gives you an opportunity to study him as you walk across the shop. He runs his hand through his hair as you watch, the curls bouncing back and he lightly scratches at his neck before leaning his cheek in his hand. From behind you can see the saffron yellow shirt he’s wearing stretch tight across his broad shoulders, the bunched muscles a sharp contrast to the softness of his features.

You lightly tap the window in the door and Javi turns around, his face already bright as you give him a wave. Unlocking the door you let him in as he brushes down the seat of his pants.

“Hi,” you say, taking a step back to let him get past you before you lock up again, “You’re early, I hope you didn’t wait long.”

“Hi,” he replies, shaking his head, “No, just a few minutes, I was too eager so I left the hotel early and walked here.”

He’s standing in front of you, a small smile toying with the corner of his mouth and you’re suddenly reminded of where you’d been interrupted on Friday. Shyness takes over and you quickly take his hand.

“Come on, we’ve got baking to do,” you say as you pull him with you towards the kitchen, taking the chance to recompose yourself as he follows behind you.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all weekend,” you hear him muse, “And not only the canelés,” he adds as you step into the kitchen and let go of his hand, “I had a great time on Friday, I…I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again…if that’s ok to say?”

You turn back to him, he’s standing in the doorway into the kitchen, a small worry frown between his eyebrows as his fingers twitch nervously by his side, something he seems to do when he’s unsure of himself. You bite your bottom lip, trying to contain the smile that’s threatening to spill over as you look at Javi, taking a few tentative steps back towards him.

“I’ve been looking forward to it too, Javi,” you give him a shy smile, coming close enough to smell his fresh cologne, to see the smattering of golden freckles on his neck, as you look up at him. Javi sems to let out a deep rush of air, his shoulders sinking several inches, and smiles down at you.

“No driver this time, Javi,” you whisper, leaning closer and he mimics your movement.

“No driver,” he echos, and the warmth of his arm presses against your waist as he closes the last few inches between you. You can feel his thumb skim over your cheek when he cups your face, his soft tongue gently running across your lips until you part them, and let him in with a low sigh. His kisses are soft, gentle presses as you melt into him, his arm around your waist holding you close to his chest while your hand finds the curls at the nape of his neck. A low rumble comes from him, groaned into your mouth, as your fingers wrap around the soft strands and lightly tug him closer.

You hadn’t thought about what to expect from Javi’s kisses, but as soft and affable as he was, you’d never have expected him to kiss you like this. As his initial shyness retreats, his hand on you becomes firm, holding you up against him as he makes you moan into his mouth, pulling back just a fraction to catch his breath before he presses his lips against yours again. His tongue teases you as he nips on your bottom lip, finding news spots to explore. He groans into you as you wind your fingers around his soft strands of hair, returning his nips by gently biting down on his plush bottom lip and he rewards you with a downright sinful moan, fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you closer.

You couldn’t say how much time passes, you catch your breath in small gasps between clamant kisses, heat rising between you, the pebbled skin on his neck looking almost too tempting as you pull back a little again. You run your fingertips over his skin, tracing down from his jaw, over his smattering of freckles, Javi shuddering under your touch as he opens his eyes and looks down at you with hooded lids.

“Even better than I imagined,” he mumbles, his eyes drifting closed again as you kiss a particularly sweet looking cluster of freckles on his throat, your tongue coming out to taste his skin.

“You too, Javi,” you whisper in reply, looking up at him and he opens his eyes again, smiling now in that soft way that makes you think of a sweet puppy, his dark brown eyes gentle and tender.

Running the pad of your index finger over his cushy bottom lip, giggling as he playful tries to nip at it, you smile back at him.

“Should we make those canelés maybe? They have to bake for about an hour,” you say, “We’ll have time for more of this,” and Javi nods, carefully untangling himself from you, his warm arm leaving your waist.

“I agree, let's make them quickly and then get back to this,” he grins, “Where is the batter? And what do you want me to do?”

You reach up and give him a quick kiss on the mouth, smiling at his eagerness, “First we need to grease the molds,” you say, pulling him with you towards the shelf full of different baking pans, “We need these, I got them over the weekend,” you take down six copper molds, “and beeswax.”

“Beeswax?” Javi asks, taking the molds from you as you open the fridge to get the wax.

“Yeah, traditionally they’re greased with beeswax to really caramelize the outside of the canelés and stop them from sticking,” you explain, unwrapping the small cube of food grade wax, “Wash your hands and I’ll show you how to do it.”

Melting together the butter and wax is quick work and then you show Javi how to brush the inside of the molds with the mixture as you fill up the ones he’s finished. The batter smells richly of rum and vanilla and Javi inhales deeply and leans down to kiss you.

“You are so clever, they smell delicious,” he hums, stealing another kiss, “and they’re not even baked yet.”

“Thank you, Javi,” you smile into his third kiss as he nips at your bottom lip again, “but they’ll be better baked, come on,” laughing you gently push him off you and he gives you a mischievous grin.

He helps you prep a tray and then you place the molds on it and put the whole thing in the oven, setting a timer. Javi pulls your back into his chest as soon as you close the oven door, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Now, more time for this,” he mutters, dropping his chin onto your shoulder and pressing a kiss just under your ear.

“More time for this,” you mumble your agreement, turning your head so that the cool tip of his nose rests against your throat. You can feel his warm breath on your skin, the smell of the vanilla and rum in the kitchen, the low hum of the hot air oven and Javi’s lips as he moves them over your skin. It all blends together into a rosy haze, your eyes slipping closed as you reach up and caress his curls. Javi mumbles something in Spanish that you don’t catch, your brain going sluggish under the feeling of his wet mouth trailing over every inch of skin he can reach. Somewhere in the back of your head you’re wondering how you’ll be able to handle an hour of this and not end up on the floor with him on top, the sizeable hard length that you can feel pressed against the back of your thigh right now, sliding in-

The gentle melody of Javi’s phone signal cuts through your train of thought, making you snap your eyes open and Javi lets go of you, fumbling in his pants for the offending item. He gives you an apologetic look as he answers the phone in Spanish. As he speaks you start cleaning up the workbench and Javi moves into the shop. Even though you don’t know enough Spanish to understand what’s going on, you can hear his tone become more and more agitated. Eventually you hear him yell a loud “No!” and the sound of the phone hitting the floor, clearly breaking on impact. You put down the cloth you're holding and slowly go into the shop, Javi is standing in the middle, his phone in two pieces on the floor.

“Javi?” you ask apprehensively, and he sighs deeply, his shoulders rising up almost to his ears before slumping down, his whole body deflating as he turns to look at you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, running both his hands through his hair, pushing through it and grabbing hold of the back of his head, his eyebrows pulling together in anguish, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled like that.”

“It’s fine, Javi, I just want to make sure you’re ok, it seems like it was bad news,” you take a few steps closer to him, gently putting your hands on his waist. He sighs again, dropping his arms down to his sides as you slowly run your hands up and down his torso, the yellow shirt bunching under your fingers. Javi groans and drops his forehead onto your shoulder, cursing in Spanish, that much you understand.

“It’s my stupid cousin, he’s mad I stayed over the weekend, he wants me back in Mallorca as soon as possible, he’s sending someone to ‘fetch me’. Like I’m a child late home from school,” Javi growls and pushes himself up again, looking down at you.

“I’m sorry,” he says, looking anguished, “You don’t need to hear about my horrible cousin and my family problems.”

“It’s fine, Javi, everyone has family problems sometimes,” you say, still gently stroking his sides, “I can barely stand my dad, we always fight, I wish I had a better relationship with him but it’s hard when everything he says critiques every choice I’ve made in my life.”

“I’m sorry for that too,” Javi says, lifting his arms up again and putting them around your neck, one hand gently cupping your face so that he can caress your cheek, his soft hand warm against your skin, “My father passed away a few years ago and my cousin and I took over the family business. I hate it, my cousin loves it, and he bosses me around every chance he gets,” Javi sighs again.

“He’ll really send someone to come get you?” you ask, “What happens if you say no?”

Javi just shakes his head, “It’s not as easy as that, unfortunately, the business is…complicated,” he says, his thumb still smoothing over your cheek, he’s tracing the lines of your face, lost in thought. You lean your head against his warm hand, letting him work through whatever is going through his mind until he seems to shake himself out of the reverie.

“No,” he says, his voice firm again, and he takes your hand, “I’m not going to let that ruin our afternoon.”

With a small smile he pulls you around and leads you back into the kitchen, “I’m not wasting any more time on that, come here, hermosa, beautiful girl,” he says, pulling you into his chest as he leans against the workbench, “I’m deciding that this is how we spend the rest of the afternoon,” he wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you tight, the other one finds its way back to your cheek as he leans in closer, his soft looking pink lips brushing against yours.

“If that’s alright with you?” he mumbles, his voice suddenly dropping lower, winding its way around your brain and making you shiver.

“That’s more than alright with me, Javi”, you mumble back at him, your voice low to match his, his mouth so close to yours that you can feel every breath he takes, slipping over your lips. He closes the distance between the two of you, and takes your bottom lip between his own lips, gently tugging at it. He smiles against your mouth, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head and pull you closer, his tongue teasing the tip of yours. You feel your brain shut down, your eyes closing and the haze returning, all you can think about is Javi’s warm mouth and soft lips as he slowly turns you around so that he has you pressed up against the workbench.

You don’t end up on the floor, but when the smell of caramelized sugar and butter, the rich aroma of vanilla, pulls you away from Javi, you’re pleased to see that you’ve managed to unbutton several buttons on his shirt. He’s pulled your top up over your chest, hand leaving warm trails across your torso and he chuckles as you playfully swat his hands away. Your cheeks are flushed and overheating as he chases your lips, trying to hold you closer still.

“Javi, I think the canelés are done,” you say, giving in and kissing him again, smiling against his eager mouth. Javi groans as if he’s in pain, reaching out to grab onto your hips but you laugh and quickly step out of his reach.

“Now, now, Javi, let’s not burn these delicious smelling things that we waited three days for,” you tell him, your face teasing him as he follows you over to the oven. The smell of vanilla, butter and rum hits you even stronger as you open the door and slide the tray out. Quickly unmolding them onto a cooling rack, you give Javi a happy grin. “They look just like the photo in the book! Do they smell as you remember them?”

“They smell even better, and they look even better,” Javi muses, crouching down so that he can get a good look at the small golden cakes on the bench. Carefully tapping one of them with his knuckle, he smiles as it has a satisfying hard shell.

“I guess they have to cool before we eat them?” he asks, looking back up at you.

“Yeah, they’re way too hot now,” you reply, “but we can make some coffee.”

“Or we can make out,” he says, his hands finding their way up under your top again, pulling you close.

“Or we can make the coffee and make out?” you suggest, leaning in to press a wet kiss to the skin just under Javi’s ear, the spot that you’ve quickly learned is a favorite of his. You’re rewarded with a shiver, a gentle hum coming from him as he leans his head back to give you better access.

“Come on,” you laugh, taking his hand and pulling him with you as he protests, “Coffee, then kisses, then canelés.” You grab the plate with the small cakes and lead him into the shop, hitting the on button on your fancy espresso machine.

Javi leans next to it as you go through the motions, grinding the beans and measuring out the coffee.

“What do you want?” you ask him, “espresso, cappuccino, latte?”

“Espresso, please,” he replies, moving to stand behind you while you make it for him, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

“You’re so talented, running this bakery, making all these cakes and pie, and then you’re a barista too,” he says, his short neat beard tickling against your neck as he gives you a kiss, “I’d hire you, but I don’t think you’d like my family business.”

“That’s ok, Javi, I like running my own business,” you smile, giving him his espresso and preparing your own, “It’s a lot of work but I get to decide everything, I don’t think I could have a boss over me again.”

“Hmm…” Javi hums as he sips the espresso, turning so that he’s leaning against the counter again, “I won’t suggest it now, but if you ever want to open a bakery in Mallorca, near where I live, I could help you.”

“I think my Spanish needs to improve first,” you laugh, taking your coffee and standing in front of him so that you can enjoy the view you’ve created by unbuttoning most of his shirt.

“You could always hire me,” he smiles, “I’ll handle the customers, you handle the baking, we’d be a great team.”

“I’d hire you here in a heartbeat, Javi,” you say, “you were great with the customers.”

He smiles at that, leaning forward so that you can kiss him, the bittersweet taste of coffee sharp on both your lips.

“Canelés”, you mumble as his free hand starts to roam up under your top again.

“I’m not that interested anymore,” Javi smiles, pressed against your lips, and it makes you giggle.

“We’ve waited for three days, and I’ve never had them,” you say, pulling yourself away from him with a tremendous effort, his lips really are very soft and his palms are so warm against your skin.

“Ok, ok,” he chuckles, giving in to you as he leans over and picks up one of the canelés in his big hand and holds it out to you, “have a taste, tell me if it was worth the wait.”

You take a bite, your teeth crunching through the exterior and you gasp as you feel the creamy inside. The cake is still warm, sweet vanilla and rum hitting your palate together with the flavor of caramelized sugar.

“Oh my god…” you hum, slowly chewing as Javi smiles and puts the rest of it in his mouth and grabs a second one, holding it out to you again, “This is so good, Javi,” you say, swallowing your bite and letting him feed you a second one, “Thank you for getting me to make them.”

“I’m glad you like them,” he smiles, “they are exceptionally good, not even the place in Paris comes even close to these, fresh out of the oven.”

You reach behind you for a third one, pulling it apart down the middle to reveal the lacy center, your baker brain kicking in as you study how the batter has created strong gluten strands that criss-cross the inside of the cake, making it creamy rather than bready.

“Really interesting…” you say, turning it over until Javi's mouth suddenly opens over your fingers and he takes the whole piece in one big bite.

“Thief!” you exclaim, giving him a mock scolding look as he grins, his cheeks stuffed full of cake, his shoulders jumping as he tries to chew and laugh at the same time. When you pout back at him he grabs the fourth canelé and presents it to you with his deep brown puppy eyes wide open and pleading.

“Please…he mumbles around his mouthful, “please, accept my apology,” he swallows down the last piece as you open your mouth so that he can feed you a bite. You hum around the flavors again, putting both your hands on Javi’s chest and taking hold of his open shirt.

“I want apologies in kisses,” you demand, pulling him into you as he grins widely.

“You wish is my command, princesa,” he replies, coming willingly into your arms.

“That Spanish I understood,” you mumble, his lips brushing against yours again as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’m glad, princesa,” he smiles and lets you pull his mouth against yours.

The bitter coffee mingles with the sweet vanilla on his breath, and you know he must taste the same on yours. He groans, angeling his face, moving so that he can reach more of you, his tongue gliding against yours as you run your fingers through his soft curls.

The sharp rap of knuckles on the window startles you both, and you look over Javi’s shoulder towards the front door. It’s the damn driver.

With a sigh you pull back and look up at Javi again, “It’s your driver, I guess you’re being “fetched.”

Javi glances behind him and groans, dropping his forehead down on your shoulder as he turns back. The driver is looking at you with a neutral expression, nothing betrays what he’s thinking about finding his employer in a heavy make out session inside a bakery.

“I’m sorry,” Javi says, “I will have to go, or there’ll be hell to pay for me when I get back home,” he gives you a pained look, “I’m really sorry, I wish I could stay here.”

“It’s ok, Javi, you know where to find me when you’re in town again,” you smile, “just come back soon, ok?”

Javi nods and pulls out his phone, “Give me your number, I’ll come back as soon as I can, but I’m going to try to make canelés at home, and I know I’m going to need your help,” he smiles as you laugh.

“I’ll make sure you set a timer this time, Javi.”

You add your number to his phone and hand it back. Javi sighs and looks over his shoulder again, “I should go, he doesn’t like waiting.”

“Ok,” you say, giving him a small smile as he lifts his hand and strokes your cheek, “come back soon, Javi.”

“I promise, I will,” he nods, his curls, definitely more unruly now than when he came, bouncing on his head.

“Oh, wait,” you giggle, “let me button you up, I got a bit carried away,” you smile and quickly do up his yellow shirt, hiding the soft looking, freckled skin again.

Javi giggles above you as your fingers work your way up, and he grabs your hands as you reach his neck.

“One more kiss,” he says, “for the road, as they say.”

You nod as he leans closer, bending his head so that he lips can brush over yours, a last, slow kiss, his tongue coming out to taste yours with a few small licks.

“Good bye,” he mumbles as he pulls away, holding on to your hand until he has to let go.

“Safe travels, Javi,” you reply, giving him a small smile. He raises his hand in a last wave and steps out through the door.

Part Eleven

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fooled-around-and-fell · 1 year

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I was thinking about Pedro open monologue and his porny voice. What if Frankie accidentally called a phone sex line and talks to someone and keeps calling just to talk to her. And it ends up being someone we kinda knows . Like i was like someone write this!!!!

a/n: Love this idea! Hope you like this, love 💖 and I am SO SORRY it took me forever

Pairing: Frankie Morales x female reader

MINORS DNI

Masterlist

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Frankie was nervous.

He had never done anything like this before, but there was an urge, a want, a need.

He gulped as the line connected. He didn't know what to expect from the other end of the line, it could even be a prank, but the tightness in his pants defied any morality he had left.

He didn't know what to expect, but he was definitely not expecting an angelic voice that lured him in.

"Hey, how are you?"

Throat dry, hands sweaty, he's sure his grip on his phone was so tight he might break it. "Uh.." was the only thing he could muster.

"I understand this is your first time calling me.. I'm glad you chose me." He heard a light chuckle, "are you nervous?"

"Yeah, just.. just a little bit." Frankie looked around to check if anybody was near even though he's alone in his own house.

"That's okay," Your voice was smooth and calming. It made Frankie's heartbeat race. "Why don't you lay down for me, love?"

Frankie did as he was told. "Okay."

"There we go, more relaxed?" You asked. "Now, how about let's get to know each other first?"

Frankie blinked in confusion. "Um.. I like beer."

"That's nice, I'm a whiskey girl myself," You chuckled, "Anything you like to do in the bedroom? Or be done to you?"

At this point Frankie could hear his own heartbeat. It was loud, so loud that he couldn't speak.

"How about I start, hm?" You said. "I like a dominant man who'd do things to me."

It piqued Frankie's interest. "What.. what things?"

You smiled at the other end of the line. "Mm..punish me if I did something bad, play with me as he pleases... tell me if I'm being a good or a bad girl.. and.. well, I think you can imagine the rest."

"Fuck." Frankie cursed, his other hand palming his pants.

"Tell me more."

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Frankie kept calling you after that. Just once every few days. He was captivated with your voice, what you could do with just your voice... it was like you were there with him.

You never told him your name -- not like he told you his. But he found himself wanting to call you more than just babygirl these days.

You couldn't help but think of this mystery guy, sometimes. You've asked for his name several times but he never told you. You've resorted to calling him sir, daddy, or love.

There was something about his voice that sounded familiar, like you've heard it before, and you liked it. He was shy at first, but then he really opened up to you and told you the things he liked, things he wanted to do, the things he could do to you if you two met in real life.

"Fuck, baby, what I'd give to have you right here with me. Right now."

"I want you, too." You weren't lying. "I want you so bad."

"Are you touching yourself?"

A pause, cause you knew you shouldn't. You're the one working. "..Yes."

"Bad girl." Frankie chuckled, "You know you're not supposed to."

"Can't help it. You're just.... fuck. There's something about you." You pulled your shorts up.

"I feel the same way." He sighed, "Well, if you see a guy with a hat, a shirt -- mostly greasy shirt, and a mustache everyone is clearly jealous of.. that's me."

You chuckled. "Must be quite the mustache you have."

"One of the many great features I have." Frankie joked.

You described yourself to him, truthfully. You weren't sure why, but he made you want to be honest with him, made you want to show him who you really are.

"All I hear is beautiful."

Your legs were kicking under your table, a smile was on your face, and you realized you might be crushing on this man whom you've never met before.

You didn't even know what he looked like! How could hearing his voice make you this excited?

"Serious question though," Frankie cleared his throat, "How'd you start working here?"

You blinked a few times, "Are you trying to get to know me?"

Frankie let out a nervous laugh. "Sort of.. haha, is that so bad?"

"Mm. I don't know. I don't even know your name."

"What, calling me sir or daddy isn't satisfying you enough?"

You laughed, "You know that's not what I mean."

He smiled cheekily, "Well then say it. Call me daddy."

-- it wasn't like any other session. Usually with your other clients, you'd roleplay into this character you knew they liked, try to help them build their ideal scenario until they finished and you get your pay.

But with this man... it felt more natural. It felt like you're two people in a long distance relationship, talking at the end of your days, catching up, and just longing for each other.

It felt good, but you wonder why he was doing this. And if he, like you, wanted more.

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You were out at a party, one of your friends was hosting a BBQ night at his backyard, and you were more than happy to join in. Spending the entire day studying for school and then with your side job as a phone sex operator.. wasn't easy.

"Hey!" Santiago hugged you, "Sorry, I was busy helping Ben with the grill. Anyway, come on, you haven't met the guys in a while."

You and Santiago are friends because of your brother, who used to be his childhood friend. When your brother died in the field, Santiago treated you as his own little sister, taking care of you and making sure you're okay every time he's not busy.

Santiago knew about your side job, and he doesn't mind. You know it can be quite taboo, but it also pays your bills and you live very comfortably off of it.

"Guys, you remember Y/N." Santiago brought you over. "She's like my little sister, so don't mess with her."

"Relax, gramps." You chuckled, "You're only 3 years older than I am."

"Oh, they grow up so fast." He faked a tear.

"So, how's the studying going, kid?" Tom went along with the joke.

"Pretty good, actually." You chuckled, "If everything goes well, I should be able to be a nurse soon."

"That's great!" Tom said, "You can finally let being a phone operator go."

You laughed, "yeah, maybe. It does pay really well."

"It's a tough job, I don't know how you do it." Ben said. "How do you deal with a bunch of horny men desperate for... for release??"

You shrugged, "I got used to it, just gotta get to know them and have fun."

You were having a good time talking to the guys, having great food, reconnecting with people and just.. socializing. It's been a while since you did that, but you can't help but feel there's a pair of eyes staring at you.

And that pair of eyes managed to catch you off guard, alone in the kitchen while you were grabbing something to drink.

"I was wondering when you'd talk to me."

That was a complete lie. You had no idea who it was until you turned around -- Frankie.

He put his hands in his pockets. "Didn't want to bother you while you were havin' a good time is all."

You smiled. "How have you been, Frankie?"

"Good, mostly. And then I found out you're the one I've been calling."

You almost choked on your drink.

That's why he sounded so familiar, of course.

"Oh shit." You cursed. "I.. I didn't think this could happen."

"Me neither." Frankie crossed his arms.

"So what now?" You asked.

He shrugged, his expressions somewhat lead you to believe he's a little disappointed. "I stop calling you, and.. we pretend this ever happened. And.. I'm sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable during our.. yeah."

"That's it?" Now you're a little disappointed.

"Is that...not what you want?" Frankie asked.

You put your glass down. "I don't know, I was hoping to meet you in person. Get to know you.."

"Knowing what I like in bed isn't enough for you, sweetheart?" He joked.

"That's not what I meant!" You laughed, "I didn't know who you were or what you looked like, but I liked you anyway. And now that I know who you are... I kinda like you more."

Frankie stepped closer and trapped you between his arms. "I'm actually glad it's you -- panicked for a little bit, but now I'm glad."

Laughing, you and Frankie stared at each other. It was definitely him.

"That is a very good mustache you have."

"Mm." He hummed. "Mind if I kiss you?"

"Are they looking?"

Frankie glanced outside. "Yes. Do you care?"

"No."

"Good."

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hellfire-state-of-mind · 3 months

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can we stay here forever?

pairing: unspecified Pedro Pascal character (pick your favorite) x fem!reader (no name or physical description other than reader has boobs, have fun babes)

rating: M (just to be safe)

word count: 663

warnings: none? i think? just two people disgustingly in love (but lmk if i missed any and i'll add it here!!!)

a/n: this is my submission for @iamasaddie's moodboard writing challenege! i haven't written any fanfic since 2019 and i'd mostly decided to just give it up entirely but moodboards are my weakness and i just had to jump in. this is my first for the PPCU sooo please be nice, i'm a lil rusty (also 100% not proofed) 😅

It wasn’t until you met him that you realized just how…dull your life was.

Maybe dull isn’t the right word. There’s nothing wrong with predictability, stability, routine. You liked knowing what to expect day in and day out. Sure, sometimes you’d feel a need for more, this crack in your domestic facade. But something or someone would always come along to fill it, even if only for a moment. You were content.

But now? Watching the way his bare chest rises and falls. His mess of curls splayed out on the pillow beside you. The late morning sun spilling through sheer white curtains to highlight the curves of his arms, his nose, the tiny patches of skin peeking through his beard that you so love to press your lips to any chance you get.

Dull is replaced by familiar. Warm.

Home.

Days like this are a rare luxury and deeply treasured whenever they come along. Phones off, no need for alarms or scam phone calls about your car’s extended warranty. Only waking when your bodies physically can’t withstand the unconsciousness separating you any longer. The warmth of his arms around you contrasting with the chill in the room, sending static up and down your spine.

When you do finally rise from the tangled web of sheets binding the two of you together, there’s no rush. It’s a comfortable silence filled with jeans zipping, shoelaces tapping the floorboards, car keys jingling as he opens the passenger door for you.

He’s just as mesmerized as you. The way your eyes glow when the sun flashes across at just the right angle. The wind from the open window teasing your hair. Your laugh ringing out over the noise of the dirt road to nowhere. He turns off the truck in the shade of a tree and helps you out, never letting go of your hand as he guides you away. Thick fingers encompassing thin.

You finally find the perfect spot to rest and watch the sun disappear below the tree line and assume your positions from that morning. His bicep shielding your head from the hard ground, you just lay there on the grass discussing anything and everything that floats into your minds. Eventually, you notice he’s been quiet for a while. You peek over to see his eyes shut, lips slightly parted and drinking in slow, deep breaths.

“Is it your bedtime already?” you tease. He breaks out his signature boyish smile and chuckles from deep in his chest. Laughing along, you gently dip the tip of your finger into the dimple that appears on his left cheek before tracing up to the creases by his eyes. He turns into your touch, catching your hand and bringing it down to his lips, the soft hair accenting them tickling your palm. He gently rolls over you, gazing up in awe at his backlit silhouette and your knees drift open to allow him room to settle, blanketing you with his full weight. His focus is locked on you as his fingers caress your hip where your shirt has exposed the skin.

Your eyes drift shut as he kisses his way up your torso, your top riding up further and further as he progresses. He earns a hearty belly laugh when instead of pushing the soft cotton up above your breasts, he simply dives his head under it, nipping at your delicate skin and trailing his tongue down the valley between before ghosting his lips over your collarbone, your neck, your ear. Restrained by the fabric bunched around the back of his neck and your shoulders, unable to pull away, you finally pull him down to you. His arms wedge under you, pulling you flush to his chest. Together, you drown in each other’s touch, sound, taste, smell, willing time to just stop so you can stay here forever.

Most people call it “wasting the day away” except you, because time spent with him is never a waste.

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pedrito-friskito · 1 year

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Hi! I loved Fire and Whiskey and the dynamic set up there. Could I request a bodyguard!Joel x reader? Pretty please?

hi nonnie!!! oh thank you 🥺 fire and whiskey is one of my personal favourites too tbh, and I already know Joel Miller is gonna be one of my favourite pedro characters!

thank you for the request! hope you enjoy 🥰

sleepover saturday

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It was only supposed to be a job.

That was it. An assignment. Get you from point A to point B, alive and intact, get the payout, go back to Boston. Easy. Uncomplicated. No strings attached.

He hadn’t expected you.

When Tess had first described you, he had been expecting someone meek and soft-spoken. Someone who would do as she was told and stay behind him. He certainly wasn’t expecting you, a full foot shorter than him and full of fire that seemed to burn icy hot. The mouth on you alone was enough to give Joel a run for his money.

The first stretch of the trip is hell. Absolute hell. It seems like every building you pass is crawling with clickers, the streets filled with runners. You have to go the long way around more than once, and all it does it set Joel’s teeth on edge.

At first, he can’t wait to get you where you’re going. He doesn’t ask questions, he shuts you down when you try to ask him anything. He doesn’t what to know you; he can’t know you. So he doesn’t let himself.

But then everything changes.

He can’t put his finger on it exactly, when the walls start to fall. One night, you’re curled up at the fire together, Joel taking the first watch, the pair of you sharing a blanket to stave off the chill. You’re asleep, turned away from him, curled up like a question mark, hands fisted under your chin. He finds himself watching you, leaning on his elbow, the shotgun pressed against his back.

You make a tiny noise as you roll over, and Joel stares down at you, watching your face to see if you’re awake or not. Your eyes don’t open, though your lashes flutter with dreams. After a moment, your hand flashes out, fisting in the fabric of his flannel, the buttons pressed between your knuckles. Joel flinches, hunching forward, still waiting your face as your brow pinches, lips pursed as you shuffle yourself closer to him, like you’re seeking out his body heat.

Then he hears it.

“Joel.”

That’s it, just his name, but it sounds like something else. Something he hasn’t heard in a long time.

Something like desire.

He doesn’t say anything, not when you wake the next morning with your head buried in his chest, his arm around your waist. He doesn’t mention that you said his name in your sleep; he can just imagine the way you’d stammer and protest if he even suggested it, and that’s enough.

It’s just a job, he reminds himself. But it’s half-hearted.

Another stretch of the journey, and you’re getting antsy. Things are getting more and more dangerous, it feels, and he’s glad he didn’t have to teach you to shoot; you’re a natural.

The runner comes out of nowhere, grabbing Joel by the backpack and flinging him to the floor. He goes down hard, body slamming into the pavement, before it’s on him. Clawing and shrieking, shredding the shoulder of his shirt, pushing him down so hard he can already feel the road-rash on his back.

The gunshot echoed through his ears, through the street, making birds explode from the tree line. The runner topples over, a mess of blood and gore, and Joel shoves the thing sideways, giving himself a quick once over as he gets to his feet. No bites, he’s clean.

“Are you all right?” you nearly scream, sprinting towards him, still holding the shotgun with both hands. You swing it over your shoulder as you get close, instantly reaching for him. You take his jaw in your hand, turning his head back and forth, looking him over. “Did it get you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, girlie,” he grumbles, grabbing your wrists, peeling your hands off of him. But he doesn’t let go of you. “Nice shooting.”

You grab at his shoulder, inspecting the shredded piece of his shirt, and then move around him, brushing the gravel from his back. It makes him wince. “We should find a place to lay low for the night,” you tell him. “I need to look at your back.”

It’s easy enough to find a place, blockading the door a few floors up in one of the apartments. By some miracle, there’s a can of peaches hiding in one of the kitchen cabinets, and you nearly cry with happiness when Joel cracks it open with his knife. You share the fruit standing at the counter, both of you sloppy with your bites, juice running down your chins. You catch sight of each other, cheeks crammed like a chipmunk, syrup on your lips, and you both just start laughing.

Once the laughter has subsided, you order him to sit and unbutton his shirt. It hurts like hell as you peel it of him, fishing some antiseptic out of one of the first aid kits. “Shit, you really hit the ground hard,” you murmur, and pull a seat up behind him. “This might not feel great.”

“Get it done, girlie,” he tells you, and reaches for the flash he’d stowed in his bag. “I’ll be fine.”

You’re gentle as all hell, and Joel has to stifle the way it lights a fire in his chest. You keep one hand on his good shoulder the whole time, your grip soft but secure. It makes him feel grounded.

You clean the worst of it once you’ve cleaned all the gravel from his skin. Joel grits his teeth, and you murmur apologies, rubbing at his shoulder as you do it.

And then, “I’m done,” you say softly, and Joel turns his head to look at you over his shoulder. “You’ll live.”

He smirks, and reaches up, covering your hand still on his shoulder. He squeezes your fingers and sees something flicker in your expression. Then you reach out with your other hand, brushing the hair from the back of his neck, and lean in, kissing the top notch of his spine, your mouth warm and soft. It sends a chill down his spine.

But the next day, it’s like nothing happened. You’re quiet, which is strange enough, and you keep your distance, a good five feet between you at almost all times. He thinks about making a joke — does he smell, or something? — but he doesn’t think it would land. So he sinks back into the silence; he’s used to it. Yes, the slight warble in your voice had made something spark in his chest, and the soft kiss to his spine had made his whole body feel like it could combust at any given moment, but he had to ignore it.

It’s just a job.

When you finally get where you’re going, you’re welcomed with open arms. They even take Joel in for the night, offering him supplies for the trip back to Boston. He doesn’t plan to stay long, deciding to leave first thing in the morning, rechecking his bags when there’s a knock at the door.

He’s not expecting you to be standing on the other side, but he’s learned well enough that you are not what he expected. He has to step back as you step into the room, closing the door behind you and leaning up against it.

“You need something, girlie?” he asks, quietly cursing himself for the nickname. It just slipped out.

“I don’t want you to go,” you say, and Joel balks.

“What?”

“I don’t want you to go,” you repeat, your voice more sure.

Joel barks a laugh, but instantly regrets the sound at the way your face falls. “We both know that’s not something I can do.”

“Why not?” you ask, and there’s a crack in your voice, something like the warble he had heard when you tended to his back. “Why can’t you stay with me?” You pause, staring down at your hands, fingers now knotted together. “Be with me.”

Joel shakes his head, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. For a moment, he can feel the ghost of the kiss you’d offered. “You don’t want me, girlie. I’m no good for you.”

You scoff, almost rolling your eyes. There you are, his spitfire girl. His. He pushes the thought aside. “Why on earth would you say that?”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “I got…baggage.”

You actually laugh this time. “Don’t we all?”

He starts to protest, but you reach out, curling your fingers in his flannel like you had that night in your sleep. You haul him close, and he lets you, planting one hand on the door beside your head, the other hovering around your waist, not quite sure where to land first.

“Stay with me,” you say again, and he’s so close his chest is pressed to yours now. He can feel you breathing. “Be with me. Please.”

“Girlie…”

“We don’t have to stay here,” you say, and the tip of your nose drags against his, your breath warm on his mouth. “We could go back to Boston, if that’s what you want. I don’t care.”

“After I just got you here all safe and sound?” he quips, giving you half a grin. “Dunno about that.”

“I don’t care,” you say again, and you take his face in your hands, fingers diving into his hair, swiping along the planes of his face. “I don’t care where we go.”

“G—”

His protest is lost to your mouth. You kiss him hard, rough, all teeth and tongue, making that spark he’d felt turn to a damn forest fire in one fell swoop. He gives just as good as you do, sliding both arms around you, crushing you against him. You’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, and he’s hooked on your immediately, pulling you closer. You groan into his voice, and he sinks his teeth into your lower lip, reaching down to grip your thighs, lifting you up and against him. Your legs lock around his waist, boots hooked against his lower back, and he presses you against the door, your shoulders pressed to the wood.

“I want you,” you breathe out, combing your fingers through his hair. Joel grunts, peeling you off the door again, carrying you through the room, laying you back on the bed.

It’s fast. It’s pawing at clothes, hands tracing scars, mouth meeting and parting and meeting again. You’re just undressed enough for him to move down your body, tasting your sweetness at the source, revelling in the moans he pulls from your lips. You don’t let him down there long however; it’s only a moment before you’re pulling his mouth back to yours, tasting yourself on his lips. He sinks his weight of you a moment later, bites back his own groan as you slide your hand into his boxers.

But he can’t keep quiet when he pushes inside you. It makes his eyes roll back, his forehead dropping against your collar as he moves over you, gripping your thigh as he starts to thrust. You pull him close as he rolls his hips into yours, lifting yourself to meet him.

“Please don’t go,” you breathe out as he drags his mouth along your neck. “Please, Joel.”

He nods against you, grunting as he feels you clench down on him. “I’m here, girlie,” he rasps out. “I’m here. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Something in the way you hold him close makes him think you’ll hold him to it.

He hopes you do.

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