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[3pirouette]

If I were to make a community for Pedro Pascal's Character fic recs (ie Harry, Din, Joel, etc etc etc) where the you/reader/OFMC character is explicitly NOT Age Gap or 35+ years old, would anyone be interested?

I'M NOT YUCKING ANYONE'S YUM. I get the fun age gap can be. But it's hard to find fics for those of us that want to see his characters with a more mature woman like ourselves.

Any takers?

[keeshya6]

I'm totally in, but you know that. Lol

[sneetsnootyoit]

Materialists spoilers under the cut

[toxicanonymity]

Power nap, 18+

PAIRING: Tommy Miller x f!Reader | LENGTH: 2100 words NOTES: inspired by this gif by @iamasaddie and this post by @millers-girl555 Tommy is single and thicc. You're neighbors. WARNINGS: 18+ unsafe sex, dirty talk, tummy grinding, daddy kink. Tommy Miller Masterlist | Main Masterlist

After splitting wood, Tommy calls it a day. He gets home out of breath, chest heaving, wiping his forehead with the back of his forearm.  He opens the fridge and bends down with a grunt to reach for a tall can of beer on the bottom shelf and sighs as he grabs it and stands back up.

He dwells in the cool air for a moment before closing the fridge door.  Still sweating buckets, he rests back against the counter and rolls the cool can against his neck for a moment before cracking it open and taking a sip. Before he knows it, he's chugged nearly the whole can. Might as well finish it off and grab a fresh one before he leaves the kitchen. 

He settles in on the couch, cracks open the fresh beer, and puts his feet up. Takes two big gulps before setting it down. He partly catches a belch in his mouth and after letting the air escape his cheeks, mumbles "scuse me," to no one. Once he's settled in, he doesn't wanna get up. He bridges his hips to empty his pockets, reaching into the ever tightening denim to take out his wallet and work keys. 

That's better. 

He unbuckles his belt while he's at it and scratches where it was digging into the under curve of his lower belly.  He unbuttons his jeans. Much better. 

He's real comfy now, and he's dead tired. So tired he falls asleep. 

It's the kind of nap where you slip into a deep sleep right away and sleep like a baby. He doesn't even hear his neighbor knock on the door forty minutes later.

When he doesn't answer, you assume he isn't home. That's okay, you know where his spare key is, and you're supposed to leave the power drill he lent you on the table inside if he isn't there. You come in and shut the door behind you and hear something mumbled from the next room, and the click of metal.

Shit.

"It's me," you announce, and round the corner to see the barrel of Tommy's gun pointed at you. He's leaned forward, alert, legs spread wide. "I come in peace," you add.

"God damn," he sighs in relief and lowers the gun. "Shit, reckon i must'a dozed off..."

He puts the gun down, rubs his eyes, and relaxes back into the couch. His undershirt has ridden up, exposing a mouth-watering slice of his belly, garnished with his light happy trail and framed by his unbuckled belt and unzipped pants.

It isn't until he follows your eyes that he realizes the state he's in and tugs down his undershirt. The room is dim, it's just after sunset, but you can practically feel him blush as he mumbles something like, "Gimme a sec, darlin'," turning slightly away from you and  leaning back to suck in and button his jeans.  

Fuck, he's hot.

Something possesses you to say, "Don't."

He chuckles, still tugging at his jeans, and glances nervously at you. He has to do a double take at your face when he sees the look in your eye. He drops the denim

"It's a good look for you," you tease him, enjoying a surge of confidence from finding him in a vulnerable position.

You've had a crush on him for a while, and got the feeling he might be into you too, but he never made a move. You never had the courage to, either. Never felt like it was your place, until now.

You step forward and repeat, "Stop."

He abandons the chore of buttoning his jeans, instead leaving them unzipped as he slowly sinks back into the couch, watching you approach. His stomach rises and falls with his breath, heart racing from the scare of being woken up.

Your own heart is pounding with adrenaline as he watches you set the tool on his table. You're just gonna go for it. You reach for your own jeans and flick the button open.

His lips part, and his eyes are captivated as your pants drop to his living room floor.

He wonders if he's dreaming. He mutters your name, and it comes out as a question.

You pause with your thumbs hooked into your panties. “Tommy?” You respond.

“Careful now,” he warns.

“Why’s that?” You ask.

A clock on the wall seems to tick slower as you wait for his response.

He wets his bottom lip and says, “One more step, I’ll have you flat on that table.”

“Is that a promise?” You ask.

He chuckles and adjusts himself, easing into the dynamic. “Sounds like you wanna find out,” he says.

“Well, I’m in no hurry to,” you muse, and turn around, giving him a 360 view.  You press your hands below your butt cheeks, giving him a lifted view, then let them drop.

He lets out a low whistle. “God damn, sugar.” He rubs himself over his jeans. “Look at all that ass…C’mere.”

You make him wait for it, treating him to a little strip tease. Heart racing despite your cool demeanor. Your hands run over your curves and you watch his eyes devour every inch of you.  You rub yourself over your panties, and he moans out loud.

“Yeah, come to papa.”

Each tick of the clock, each pump of his heart, has more blood rushing to his loins, stiffening his cock with an aching need to be in you.

By the time you drop your panties, they’re soaked.

His gaze settles between your legs, where your hand glides down your mound, down, and your fingers slide through your slippery slit, bringing slick forward to your clit.

Without taking his eyes off your cunt, he pulls his boxers down, and his cock springs free, smacking heavily against his belly.

At a low volume, you tease, "Just like that, huh?"

And his eyes meet yours to answer, "what'd I tell ya?"

He squeezes his cock, then puts both hands on the couch to scoot forward and his belly swells forward, forcing his cock down and toward you, but no less stiff or aching with the change in position. He lifts his ass to pull down his jeans and boxers and kicks them aside.  "C'mere," he commands.

You haven't even given him the titty show yet, but you obey and close the distance. Once you're in reach, he grabs the backs of your thighs, hurrying you into straddling him.

He takes off your shirt as soon as you're in his space and tosses it over to your pants on the floor. The tip of his cock nudges your mound as he takes your tit in his mouth and sucks your nipple. He pulls you closer against him and your hips seek pressure against his belly.

He moans into your tit and you grind against him, struck by an aching need when his weeping cock-head grazes your clit. You gasp and repeat the motion, with his fat tip peeking out between his lap and belly, rubbing against your throbbing clit with each rock of your hips. 

He unlatches from your tit with a wet smack and breathes, “oh, fuck, i gotta have ya right here.”  He flattens his back against the back of the sofa, stretching his middle out, making room for you. The apex of your folds, wet with slick, presses into his soft stomach as he holds his cock for you. The dripping mouth of your cunt finds his swollen, leaky tip. You sink down on his thick shaft, and he pulls you down with a moan, back still flattened against the sofa-back as though exhausted by sheer arousal. 

His spine arches and he thrusts upward, fully seating himself in your warmth. 

You throb and pant and whisper, "fuck," as your insides swell and sweat around his rock-hard girth. “Fuck, you're big,” you gush, full of his cock, mound pressed against his belly. 

“Yeah, you like big Tommy?” He asks, Watching you darkly, hands on your hips as you ride him. His hips move under you, rocking his cock in your cunt. “Fuck, you can take it, too.”

You ride him slow, grinding against his middle.

“Yeah, take that cock,” he murmurs. “Take that big cock. Mmm…. Just like ya always wanted.” He bites his lip and his hands guide your rhythm. “Mm yeah,” he breathes, swollen shaft fully buried in your pussy. “Yeah, good girl.” 

He begins to sit up a little, groaning “ohhh,” and holding your body against his for leverage. “Ugh,” his middle swells against yours as he pulls himself up, tensing his core, making his cock move inside you. “Yeah, good girl.”

With one massive arm wrapped around you,  his other hand lifts your breast, feeding himself your nipple. “Mmm,” he moans into your breast and your walls flutter. You slot your fingers into his hair. He releases your breast and sighs, “Fuck, sugar…hang on for me. Hang on tight”

He rocks forward, nudging a special spot inside you as the power of his meaty quads forces him to his feet with a grunt. You wrap your legs around him and he carries you a few steps to the table before setting you down on the edge. 

“Down,” his hand gently pushes your chest and you lean back on your elbows, admiring his solid form, glistening and heaving. His neck vein bulges. His eyes pan over your body. “Look at you, buck naked, legs spread… yeah,” he pants, and with his hands on your thighs, he pushes his hips forward, bottoming out deeper, making your head tilt back with a muttered, “Fuck.” 

“That’s my girl,” he nods, staying seated fully inside, rocking his hips. 

The rub of his paunch against your clit has your neck all tense, your brows knitting together, tension pulling in your gut, begging for release. 

Thrust by thrust, he’s rougher, faster, his hair is damp. “Yeah,” he pants, “oh, yeah, c’mon baby, come on big Tommy’s cock.” 

He leans forward and his gold chain swings as he fucks you. The table creaks with the rhythm. 

Closer and closer, you whine with the tension pulling tight, tighter, so tight. 

“Yeah, that’s right, c’mon,” he encourages, “oh fuck,” he breaths, “c’mon baby, milk daddy’s cock, take it baby, take it.” 

Your spine arches and the tension snaps, “Fuck, daddy,” you whimper, “oh god,” clenching on his cock, relief tearing through you in waves, stinging your eyes with tears.  

“There it is,” he pants, fucking you through it, then slams his hips forward and groans, “Ugghhh” as his cock throbs in your cunt. Each twitch of him is fully felt as your own climax wanes. He drains himself in you, then his eyes pan down your body, admiring the scene. 

“How long we been neighbors?” he asks. 

You let out a weak laugh and rest flat on your back, look up at the ceiling, catching your breath. “Long enough,” you answer. 

“Yeah, I’ll say.” His cock slides out and he mutters, ”Oops,” to himself, then uses the tip of his cock to catch what’s trickling out of your cunt and push it back in.

“I was gonna spread those pretty legs one of these days,” he says as he pulls out again. “All the better you spread’em yourself though.”  He chuckles with a slight smile. He sighs and looks at you with kind eyes, making sure you know he’s just being nasty. 

You bite your lip and tilt your head, checking him out, then you close your legs as you sit up. 

He puts on his boxers and picks up your clothes. 

“Just like that,” you observe. 

“Oh, you’re stayin’ over, by the way,” he clarifies. “But we gotta go see Joel first.” He looks at his watch. “While it’s still visting hours.” 

“How’s he doing?” you ask. 

“In good spirits,” Tommy says. “He’ll get a kick outta this.” 

“Out of what?” you laugh. 

“Me bringin’ ya by all fucked out,” he smiles to himself. “Said he’d fuck you himself if I didn’t get to it.” 

Your breath hitches and your eyes widen. 

“He’d prolly do it too,” Tommy says, and pulls his shirt over his head, and tugs it down over his stomach. “Don’t need him bustin’ any stitches though.” 

When you’ve put your shirt on, he steps toward you and brushes your temple with his thumb as he admires your face. “Starvin’,” he mutters. “You eat yet?” 

“No,” you answer. 

“Alright, that’s stop number 2.”  He helps you off the table. 

“Just gonna take me all around jackson, all fucked out?” you ask. 

“Yeah, pretend you don’t like it,” he says with a wink. "c'mon." 

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Thank you for reading! If you liked it, please let me know <3333

[russianblush]

“COME TO PAPAAAAAA” OH IM LOSING IT 😭 i need him so bad. like now. like yesterday.

[sneetsnootyoit]

[andrew-codys]

Not sure if your requests are open but something, anything, with Tommy? Maybe slightly dark?

Concept: Tommy finds a bullet vibrator. You get the benefit of it. Implied adultery cw

- X. -

He drags it through your slick, switches it on so it starts to vibrate as he circles your clit with it, amused at the way your back arches almost immediately.

"That's it, honey. Forget how fuckin' sensitive y'are..."

Tommy watches almost reverently as your hips cant as he circles your clit with the vibrator, humming as he drags a thick finger through the slick that starts to drip from you.

"Fuck, sweetheart, look. Pretty little pussy cryin' for me already..."

He drags another finger through your slick, holds it up so you can see your own desire glistening on his fingers as he presses the vibrator harder against your swollen clit.

"Such a pretty sight."

He laughs quietly as you rock your hips, as if trying to get the vibrator inside you.

"Ain't gonna fill you like y'need, honey. 's too small, but fuck, 's gettin' you nice and ready f'me..."

His accent becomes thicker, like syrup on a spoon, the more aroused he becomes. He watches you writhe beneath him for a moment longer, dripping slick onto his fingers, before he clicks the vibrator off, tosses it aside, replaces it with his thumb and roughly circles your clit, growling as he watches your cunt tighten and pulse around nothing.

"There y'go..." He tugs you closer, keeps his big hands on your thighs as he spreads them wider. "Been so good for me. Y' think you can take my cock now? Better be good an' quiet for me now so we don't get caught-"

[sneetsnootyoit]

[psychedelic-ink]

For your weekday sleepover: What are your spicier headcanons for Dieter? We know the man is a little sex gremlin, but gimme the nitty gritty of getting down and dirty with that man, and what you'd expect (if you so please, anyway, lol)

ohhhhhhhhhh thank you for asking bby 👀👀 and full disclosure, I might've gotten carried away lmaodfbvgf Honestly, I can just go on and on about Dieter's sexual habits ❤️‍🔥 I'm in love with this mess of a man

sleepover weekend

🌶️ s p i c y 🌶️ headcanons under the cut

warnings: minors dni, some of these are f!reader, mentions of sex toys, spit, choking, weed, just the typical things you would expect of this man

Alright, this one isn't particularly spicy (very mild spice) but I like to think he enjoys being kissed on his inner thighs. It's just so sensitive, and when your kiss-swollen, wet, lips start to trails a

Of course, you need to expect toys. Not just for you but for himself as well. Dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, anal plugs, any size, shape, and form. Sometimes he'll buy things impulsively, or if he's high as a kite. Those, he doesn't really end up using (ahem an 8.7-inch tentacle dildo, he still hasn't had the pleasure to use it yet.)

This man is messy as hell and no one can convince me otherwise. He'll purposefully make a show of letting spit drip to your already wet pussy and eat you out in the loudest way possible. If you get embarrassed he'll start working his fingers into you as well, getting even louder because he's a brat like that.

Choking/breath play. He adores feeling how tight you get when you struggle to breathe. Not something he does often, but on his bad days, he loves it.

For me Dieter is a switch, so you better believe some days he's going to nuzzle your neck and ask you to take care of him in the most adorable way possible. He's loud and likes to watch you work him open with your fingers, at first he'll beg you to go slow, wanting to feel everything in full intensity, but when you're actually inside of him, he'll moan for you to go faster, harder.

He becomes a babbling mess when you tell I'm how good he is, or how good he feels. This man's praise kink is off the charts and is the quickest way for you to garner him speechless.

One of Dieter's favorite things to do is getting high and completely indulge himself in the act of sin. He gets extra worked up then, even when alone. Multiple times he humped the air until the front of his boxers was a sticky mess. He swears he comes untouched every time, just rolling his hips and feeling the fabric against his skin.

If he's getting high with you, he loves to take it slow. He loves the way you clench and grind yourself into his broad palm, begging for his cock. He especially loves kissing you during those times, swallowing your moans and pleas, your tongues twisting and dancing together.

Dieter likes edging himself. He'll hold on until the very last second and then allows himself to let go. Most of the time he does this with a small bullet vibrator pressed snug against his cock, or he'll stroke himself with an anal plug stretching him. But he secretly enjoys it when his body just can't hold back anymore and comes, he thoroughly enjoys the sensation of his orgasm being ripped away from him, and the thrill of release without meaning to.

[typhlonectes]

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

The Crucible

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Rating: E (SMUT, 18+ only)

Word Count: 9.6k 

Warnings: BDSM, BDSM/fetish clubs, ROUGH spanking (with a belt), mentions of collars and collaring, mentions of a cage, restraints, guys this is a BDSM club lots of kinky stuff is going to be mentioned here, unprotected PIV sex (this is fantasy! Don’t do this in real life!) Let me know if I missed anything, this whole fic is a blur.

Summary: Marcus Pike’s latest case takes him undercover to a BDSM club. When he’s called to participate as a dom in a scene with an unattached sub, will he be able to keep his focus on the task at hand?

A/N: “I will prioritize finishing HTKAI” is a little lie I like to tell myself, apparently. I was on track and then I got THIS ASK which derailed me for a WEEK, but it was one of those GLORIOUS weeks where I could simply not stop writing. This is dedicated to the anon (I know who you are, but IDK if you wanted to be uhhhh exposed like that) and also to @katareyoudrilling and @just-here-for-the-moment who have listened to me scream about this idea all week and gave me some DELICIOUS ideas.

Main Masterlist

Marcus Pike takes a sip from his latte as his eyes scan the newest case file to cross his desk for what seems like the hundredth time that week.

Fifteen paintings had been stolen from the Takoma Art Gallery–which had seemed like an unusually high number until they were informed that the canvases are all miniatures, each depicting a different hyper-realistic koi painting. 

The works are so stunning, that after visiting the gallery earlier that week, Marcus had purchased one for himself. He likes to do that–purchase one work from each gallery the team has to visit in the line of work. It seems like the least he can do, since every gallery he visits has just gone through an expensive and intrusive ordeal–police tape, countless interviews, security camera footage seizures, contractors to fix broken glass, unplanned closings, revenue loss, et cetera.

Not to mention the pain of having something the artist put hours of time and effort into, a little piece of themselves that they’ve pulled out and translated onto a canvas, vanished into thin air. If Marcus can recoup just a fraction of that mental loss by showing his appreciation for their art, he’s happy to do so.

Plus, it fills his home with color.

Keep reading

[sneetsnootyoit]

Me, reading this fic:

[captainwigglesocks-blog]

Hello!

I never actually introduced myself when I made this blog. My name is Jaspre! I have the Mental Illness™ and I like to share the weird things I think and hear! I made this blog when I was in high school, and now I'm a teacher! I will continue to share out of pocket shit from my life! And thanks for being here!

[sneetsnootyoit]

This is my weird thought blog. Enjoy.

[peetiespetals]

A Parallel Agenda

An original story!

In Voskia, a land of prosperity and industry, a dark truth threatens to shatter the peace. What begins as isolated activism against a war long since over rapidly becomes a cause that cannot be ignored. Three young adults-- Piper, a privileged daughter of a powerful officer; Thomas, a civilian security guard desperate for purpose; and Jacob, a government agent who discovers the price of truth-- are thrust into a world of impossible choices. As their lives begin to intertwine, Piper's newfound understanding of prejudice, Thomas's need for validation, and Jacob's dangerous pursuit of the truth will set them on a collision course, where each must make choices that will either preserve the fragile illusion of peace-- or ignite a rebellion that will reshape the future of a nation. What will they sacrifice for a cause that could cost them everything? In A Parallel Agenda, each character's journey is a poignant exploration of the cost of loyalty, the danger of unchecked power, and the delicate balance between personal survival and collective responsibility. In a world where every choice carries life-altering consequences, they must each ask themselves: Is the truth worth the sacrifice, even if it means losing everything they hold dear?

[keeshya6]

I hope everyone and anyone reads this. Peetie's writing is so beautiful. So proud of her!!!

[tenderwatches]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[keeshya6]

Love these so much!

[morallyinept-deactivated2025022]

A list of all my favourite DIO MORRISSEY Fic Recs, with the writer's tagged. Includes fics I'm currently reading/want to read on my TBR.

PART 1

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

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes. I will list Reader types and some warnings for ease of navigation.

JETT'S PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTER FIC REC LIST

Crimes Against Each Other Trans!reader Day 23 Kinktober Breeding Kink Trans!reader, Razor Sharp Dom!Dio, GN!Reader, Coverups & Turtlenecks GN!Reader, Guitar Picks & Drum Sticks Trans!Dio, Featuring Benny Miller - @crowandmousewritingco

Vaya Con Dio F!Reader - @atinylittlepain

Bloody Kisses Series Featuring Tim Rockford, MxM - @perotovar

I Am A Fucking God F!Reader - @cowboy-turtle

Smoke Break Featuring Shiv, MxM - @admiralackbarssugarbaby

Insomniac GN!Reader - @scuddisher

Did You Miss Feeling Me Around You So Much That You've Resorted To Your Hand? F!Reader - @bits-and-babs

Pay Attention Please Professor!Dio, GN!Reader, 37th & 101st F!Reader, I'm Here For The Cult Stuff? F!Reader - @existential-angstt

My World GN!Reader, Protected From The Past GN!Reader - @sneetsnootyoit

In The Still Of The Night Series F!Reader, Featuring Zach Wellison - @wardenparker & @absurdthirst

NSFW Alphabet Dio Morrissey F!Reader - @always-andromeda

A Pill Sub!male!reader - @odetodilfs

The Goth & The Jock M!Reader - @traningdummy

All That Glitters GN!Reader, Bookstores, Blood & Black Eyeliner GN!Vampire Reader, Between Old Friends & New Lovers GN!Vampire Reader, A Challenging Affair GN!Reader, Dye Day Disasters & Part 2 GN!Reader, Six Fragments For Persephone GN!Reader, Pink Bubblegum & Platform Boots F!Reader - @honey-dewey

[keeshya6]

Worth the Effort

Joel Miller x F!Reader Insert

4.8k words

(18+ only. MDNI. To continue, please click "Read More" below.)

This takes place a few years after the Cordyceps infection outbreak. I'm not entirely sure of the canon timelines for this time period, but this is canon divergent anyway. In my head it's before Joel gets to the Boston QZ, and Joel hasn't met Tess yet.

There is an element of dubcon to this, due to some glaring imbalances in the power dynamic. However, ultimately, Reader is a willing participant. So it's dubcon-ish.

This is meant as a stand-alone one-shot. However, depending on how ya'll like it, I could see turning it into a series of one-shots.

Please let me know you're thoughts! I hope you enjoy!

CW: Plot-what-plot?, plot-maybe-if-you-squint, dubcon-ish, power imbalance, gruff Joel, blow job, rough blow job, oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, cum eating, breathplay, hair pulling, manhandling, D/s tones, dirty talk, tears, saliva, size kink, sexual acts outdoors. Please let me know if I missed any.

The snap of a twig is like ice water thrown over you. It makes your blood run cold with fear and your eyes widen as you straighten up from adding another log to the fire. You turn towards the sound, unsure of exactly where it came from, your breath caught in your throat, eyes searching the surrounding trees.

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Other than the occasional sounds of a bird or small critter, it’s been quiet since early morning. So much longer than normal. You wouldn’t usually have started a fire before the rest of your group got back to camp, but it’s going to be dusk soon and the autumn chill will settle in. You figured it would be nice for them to have a warm fire to return to. Maybe some of the ones that don’t really like you would even appreciate it.

Not that you’re exactly looking forward to when they return. The leader, Phillip, always likes to ‘celebrate’ a successful run by leading you off to his tent. You play along, make him feel wanted, even if he’s about the furthest from your type as you could possibly imagine. Still, you’re not much good with a gun, so you’re no use out on their raids. You figured out a few years ago that you had to have something to offer in exchange for protection. You’ve gotten pretty good at stitching up gashes and cooking over a fire, but getting ‘friendly’ with the leader of a group like this one has been your best bet, and it's worked out alright so far.

Sure, definitely not the life you imaged for yourself but then again no one ever expected the world to end.

So yeah, you don’t look forward to them coming back to camp, but you also know you’re safest when they are in camp.

But if they were the ones approaching, you know they would be making more noise than whoever… or whatever… is out there right now.

Your eyes dart around the trees and you carefully back away from the fire towards the opposite tree line of the small campsite. Meanwhile you pull a small revolver from the pocket of your jacket, hands trembling and eyes wide.

The soft crunch of fallen leaves to the left has your focus snapping that direction, shakily raising the pistol. There’s an inhuman groan from beyond the brush and a terrified sob lodges in your throat.

Shit. Where the hell did an infected come from? This area has been clear for weeks!

A startled cry nearly tears out of you, though it’s cut off by the hand suddenly clamped over your mouth from behind, as you’re pulled roughly back into something firm.

“Don’t move or make a fucking sound,” an unfamiliar voice growls softly into your ear as the stranger’s other hand snaps out to snatch the pistol from your hands. He holds the gun out in front of you, his hand much steadier than yours ever would have been, as you freeze against him, mind whirling and eyes wide above the hand over your mouth.

When an infected stumbles into view beyond a large group of bushes you bite back another terrified sob. The unfamiliar hand stretched out before you doesn’t hesitate though, squeezing the revolver’s trigger.

You wince as the gun fires, and the infected turns towards you, only for the bullet to lurch its head around before it unceremoniously drops to the leaf strewn ground with a thump.

You, and the stranger you’re still pressed against, remain frozen for what feels like forever, listening and watching the trees.

“Looks like it was alone,” he says lowly, finally unwrapping his hand from across your mouth and stepping back from you, taking your pistol with him.

Trembling, you spin to face him, eyes widening again as you come face to barrel with your own pistol. Your hands lift into the air and you tear your eyes away from the gun and to the brown eyes of the man holding it.

“Please…don’t…”

Those dark eyes glance over you, hard and cold. “If you’ve got any other weapons on you, I strongly suggest you let me know and drop them right now.”

You give a quick, negative shake of your head. “I-I don’t. The pistol is all I had.”

His eyes leave you for a moment, darting around the camp before leveling on your face again. “Where is everyone else?”

“I…I don’t know,” you admit, daring to barely shrug. “They left early, to go find supplies. Left me to watch the camp. They…they’d usually b-be back by now.”

A relieved sigh escapes you as he barely lowers the pistol. At least you don’t have to look down the barrel any more.

His head cocks to one side slightly. “What’s this group look like?” he demands.

“Um…” you hesitate, biting your lip. Giving information to a complete stranger seems like a bad idea. You know Phillip will be pissed off if he finds out.

The stranger gives a faint snarl and lifts the gun again, making you anxiously pat the empty air between you.

“Okay… okay. There’s seven of them. Five men. Two women. The l-leader is kind of tall, bald, and lanky… like, like a skinny biker guy…”

He pauses and then nods, lowering the gun between you and straightening up to his full height as he looks around the camp again. “Well, they ain’t comin’ back. Took them out a few hours ago when they tried to jump my group. Sorry, Darlin’.”

That might be the coldest and most insincere “Sorry” you’ve ever heard in your life.

It takes a few moments for your thoughts to catch up with the news as your heart hammers and your eyes widen, darting around frantically. “Oh fuck…” you barely whisper.

The stranger studies you as dread settles over you and then, apparently deciding you aren’t a threat, he tucks your gun into the back of his pants and steps off to the side to kick at a couple of the sleeping bags laid out around the fire.

You don’t notice at first, your mind running rampant with the implications of Phillip’s death, but when you do notice you turn towards him with some measure of indignation. “Hey! You can’t just-”

The words lodge in your throat as he spins on you again in the middle of rummaging for supplies, the pistol materializing back into his hand, though he doesn’t bother to raise it. You also can’t help noticing that he has a rifle slung over his shoulder, so obviously he didn’t need your gun.

“I ‘can’t’ what?” he snaps back at you.

Eyes wide, you stare at him for several moments before speaking again, keeping your voice as calm as you can. “Please. This is all I have now…”

He huffs at you and looks down to kick at another sleeping bag. “Tough luck, darlin’.” His dark eyes lift to you again, brows drawn together in obvious confusion. “How did you even end up left here? Don’t seem much use to watch camp, if you can’t hold a gun without shaking…or much use at all, for that matter.”

You bristle a little at that, but then sigh. He’s not exactly wrong.

“I…do other things. Cook, first aid, wash clothes…other things…” Your voice trails off.

His head cants at you again and, for the first time, he seems to really look at you. Study you. In fact, his eyes drag over you and then he arches a brow, obviously guessing at what you’d left out.

“Oh really? ‘Other things’?”

Your cheeks flush with warmth, but you tick your chin upward slightly, holding your head high and narrowing your eyes at him. “Fuck you and your judgement.”

The first hint you’ve seen of any emotion crosses his face. Amusement. He smirks.

“Oh, I ain’t judgin’ you, Darlin’,” he says, crouching down to scoop up a can of baked beans that had been under a sleeping bag. His eyes quickly return to you as he straightens up again, stepping over to a backpack you hadn’t noticed before to tuck the can into a side pocket. “Difficult times and all that. Just got me wonderin’ if those ‘other things’ are worth the effort of takin’ you back to my camp with me… or if I ought to just leave you out here on your own.”

That sets your mind to reeling again and your haughty expression disappears as your brows pull together with concern.

What are you going to do now?

It’s your turn then, to really look at him for the first time. To study him.

Tall and broad. About forty, you would guess, with dark curly hair and a patchy beard, both just starting to sport a bit of gray. Plush lips. A strong, curved nose. You’re guessing the tan is natural, though you can’t see much of it given that he’s wearing a long sleeved, buttoned up flannel shirt and jeans with boots and a jacket. And then there’s those dark eyes that seem to pierce through you.

He’s handsome. You can’t deny that.

Then again. Does that matter, given your predicament? It’s just a bonus, really. At least, unlike Phillip, this guy is actually your type.

Biting your lip, you take a deep breath and let your eyes meet his once more. Your head slants and you let the faintest of smiles touch the corners of your mouth.

“I am good at the ‘other things’,” you admit.

That makes him laugh and you’re surprised to see a dimple crease his cheek. It’s not a mirthful sound though. If anything, it’s condescending.

“Oh, Darlin’. You’d have to claim that, wouldn’t you? To save your own skin?”

Biting back a retort, you manage to keep the pleasant smile on your face even as your thoughts jump through a few hoops to consider options.

Turning more fully towards him, you realize your hands are still held up and you slowly lower them to clasp behind you, consciously giving a slight arch to your back to accent the curves of your chest through your own jacket as you look up at him.

“Well, yes,” you admit, “but I could also… show you.”

He gives another chuckle, letting his gaze drop to your torso for a moment before meeting your eyes again. “No lingerin’ loyalty there, hm?”

Your shoulders lift in a slight shrug. “We weren’t exactly close. Plus, if they’re dead, what’s loyalty going to get me? Other than dead, too?”

He studies you again for a few moments, a smirk still touching his lips, before he nods in agreement. “True. So…” He pauses, his tongue tracing his teeth behind his lips. “...what are you offering?”

“Pretty much anything you want,” you say, keeping your tone as steady as possible despite your nervousness, “but only for you, as long as you can keep me safe.”

There’s another pause and then he chuckles darkly. “Oh, that’s a wide net, Darlin’,” he says, his voice taking on a rumbling note. “But I meant right now, to prove you’re worth the effort.”

You blink a few times, biting your lip and letting your eyes dance down his tall frame again. At noting the slight bulge at the front of his jeans that wasn’t there a moment ago, you barely manage to keep from smirking. You obviously have his attention, but his agreement isn’t close to secure yet. No need to get too confident.

Returning your eyes to his, you do let a coy smile tug at your mouth as you dare to slowly take a step closer to him, glad to see he doesn’t tense or lift the revolver again.

“Well… the offer is the same. ‘Pretty much anything you want’.”

It feels like it takes forever for him to respond, and he does by tucking the pistol into the back of his jeans again and stepping closer to you, closing the distance so you have to tilt your head back to look up at him. His hand lifts to adjust the strap of the rifle on his shoulder and you notice he’s wearing a broken wrist watch. Before you can even think to comment though, he reaches out to catch your chin in that hand, and he turns your head side to side, taking in the details of your face.

You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until your lungs start to burn and you slowly force yourself to inhale, all the while keeping your eyes on his.

“What’s your name?” he demands lowly.

You tell him, and then barely arch a brow at him to silently ask the same.

He hesitates while his eyes linger on your lips. “Joel.”

“Joel…” you repeat his name softly, after swiping your tongue out across your lips to wet them, forming the word like it’s something decadent.

His eyes darken and a faint smirk appears again after a few heartbeats pass.

“Oh… you do know what you’re doing.”

You can’t help returning his smirk and giving a faint shrug. No point in denying it.

Joel’s thumb brushes over your lower lip then, stopping in the center of it and barely pressing down, watching the tender flesh pillow to either side. Then those dark eyes lift to look around before coming back to yours and his voice takes on a slightly deeper tone from in his chest.

“How about you show me what this pretty mouth can do, Darlin’? We’ve got maybe half an hour before it gets dark. So you’ve got that long, before I head back to my camp…with or without you.”

You study his face as you consider, briefly.

There was a time when you would have been appalled at the thought of going down on a complete stranger, but like he said, ‘difficult times’. Besides, now that you’re close to him you can see that he at least tries to keep clean and doesn’t even smell badly. You could never claim the same of your now, apparently, deceased protector.

Maybe Joel is an upgrade?

That faintly optimistic thought lingers and you give a little nod of your head with another coy smile, letting your tongue trace over your lips once more. “Okay…”

With a smirk, Joel’s fingers give a firm squeeze to your chin before releasing it, and then he holds his hands out and down at his sides, his head tilting to the side.

An invitation to proceed.

Swallowing thickly, you take a deep breath and nod, hesitantly reaching out to him. When he doesn’t move to stop you, your hands slip under the edges of his jacket to touch his chest and then trace your fingertips downward. You can’t help noticing the muscles beneath the fabric, even where there’s a little softness at his stomach. It reminds you of working men you used to know, before the world ended, and briefly has you wondering what he was before that fateful day.

Pushing those distracting thoughts aside, you focus on the task at hand, your fingers deftly working open the belt looped into his jeans while you shift your weight and sink down to your knees, your eyes lingering on his face as you do.

The smirk on his lips lifts a bit, his tongue darting out over them as his hand cups under your chin again briefly. “Hmmm… lookin’ awful pretty down there, Sweetheart.”

You snort a faint laugh at him, which has him giving you a shameless grin that shows off that dimple again. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but at least he isn’t completely without humor.

When he releases your chin again you finally let your eyes drag down his torso to where your hands work open the front of his jeans. You find boxers underneath them and tug the jeans down just enough so you can reach your hand into the flap of the boxers and wrap your fingers around his hidden cock. Your eyes widen a little again as you carefully pull him free, a hiss escaping above you.

He’s only semi-hard but already impressive. Long and thick with a slight curve. Once he’s fully hard (and he’s hardening more just with your hand wrapped around his base) you have little doubt he’ll be larger than any you’ve taken before.

Well, shit, what have you gotten yourself into?

There’s a dark chuckle above you and you glance up at his face, finding his head canted to the side again.

“Think you can handle it, Darlin’?” he teases.

You blink up at him a few times and then smirk.

You’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.

So, in answer, you lean forward and nuzzle your mouth and nose against the underside of his length, eliciting a faint moan. You toss him a smile and he just quirks an eyebrow at you in return. Tilting your head, you mouth at him softly, starting just below his glans and moving downward, all without breaking eye contact.

You can't help noting that your earlier guess had been correct: he at least tries to keep relatively clean. His scent, while decidedly masculine -musky and earthy-, isn’t overpowering or dirty.

A definite upgrade.

Darting out your tongue past where he disappears back into his boxers, you lick at the tender skin where his shaft meets his sac. Watching his face as you do, you’re gratified by the way his teeth clench and a low growl escapes him.

With another coy smile, you let your eyes lower to focus your attention on his dick then, giving him a firm stroke with your hand before flattening your tongue and leaning back in to slowly lick a thick line from base to head, tracing a prominent vein along the underside of his length. The end of your tongue teases the ridge of his glans, before you continue to lick up and over the smooth, blunt tip. You flick your tongue through his slit, getting a taste of tangy, salty precum, and drawing out a rumbling hum from Joel as his cock twitches in your hand.

Glancing up once more, your breath hitches in your chest at the way Joel's eyes have darkened even more and you give a little start at feeling his fingers slip into your hair, his big hand cradling the back of your head. He urges you closer again.

“Come on, Darlin’,” he growls, “time's a-wastin’.”

You hesitate only a moment, finding yourself a bit enthralled by that look in his eyes. But the pressure of his hand increases and you gasp in a breath, snapping out of your stupor and nodding quickly, focusing once more with your heart hammering in your chest.

Wetting your lips with a sweep of your tongue, you part them to feed his cock into your mouth with one hand wrapped around his base. You have to open wide to accept his girth and your brows arch in surprise as you realize he's still growing harder in your hand and on your tongue, for the first few moments he’s inside your mouth.

Fuuuuck… He’s big.

You're grateful when he seems to finally come to full erection a few breaths later, feeling like steel wrapped in velvet. Much more and you might have had to spontaneously learn to unhinge your jaw.

Massaging the underside of him with your tongue, you draw his turgid length further in and hollow your cheeks around him. You give as much suction as you can as you take more of him, breathing through your nose shallowly.

The deep groan he gives is encouraging, as is the increasing pressure of his hand on the back of your head, pushing you further down on him. When his cockhead bumps the back of your mouth, making your gag reflex kick in and your body jolt, his voice is an unsympathetic snarl above you, between breaths that are getting more jagged.

“Better relax and take it, Sweetheart. You got…one shot at this…and tossin’ your dinner on me will be a…sure way of gettin’ left behind…”

You give a muffled mewl around the hard flesh in your mouth, earning you another dark chuckle. He doesn’t relent though.

Gulping in a bit of air at the last moment, you will your jaw and the muscles in your neck to relax, as he pushes past the constriction and into your throat. You can feel the tender skin stretch around his intrusion and tears prick at your eyes. Soon the rest of your body tenses, urging you to struggle, to fight for air. Your eyes flutter as you resist that urge, forcing your throat to accept more as he pulls you in, until your nose is nestled into the cotton of his boxers and pressed against the coarse hair underneath it.

Every muscle begins to tremble as you fight against that instinctual imperative to lash out until your lungs taste sweet oxygen again. You look up at him, his towering form obscured as more tears fill your eyes, a few escaping to cascade downward.

He holds you there.

And yet, with every ounce of control you possess, you hold still and accept.

A pleased growl passes Joel’s lips as he finally relents and lets you back off, coughing and gasping in air.

“Atta girl…” he rumbles.

Your chest heaves and more tears trail down your cheeks. Your blurred eyes lift back up to his face and, despite it all, you’re surprised by the thrill that darts through you at that tiny bit of praise.

But then his fingers are fisting into your hair again and he’s pushing your mouth back onto his cock.

“One more time, Darlin’,” he husks, “and then you gotta get me off.”

You whimper and frantically inhale again through your nose as he fills your mouth once more, your hands lifting to splay on his thighs. It takes conscious effort to just rest them there without pushing back.

He’s not nearly as patient this time, not only pulling your face down around his length but also flexing his hips to push into your throat faster. You gag again but somehow manage to get it under quick control as his cockhead invades your throat once more, cutting off an involuntary whimper. As he holds you in place this time, your head swims and your lungs burn, your fingers curl into fists against his legs, though you still don't push.

Instinct has you trying to swallow around him and he gives a loud groan.

“Fuuuck, Sweetheart…if your pussy is as wet and tight as your throat…you might be worth the trouble after all,” he grinds out.

You blink rapidly against the tears streaming from your eyes, startled by the heat that spears through your body at his vulgar words, despite the oxygen-deprived haze filling your head.

The next thing you know, you're coughing again, pulled off of his dick, desperately drawing in air. His fingers still hold cruelly tight to your hair as you try to catch your breath, though you’re somewhat glad for it, otherwise you might just collapse.

Joel leans down, his stiff cock bobbing heavily between his strong thighs, and reaches with his free hand to cup under your chin, saliva mixed with his precum dripping down it. He guilds your chin up to tilt your tear stained face his way, your lips parted as you pant for air.

“Hmmm…gotta admit, Darlin’, you look awful pretty…with those lips wrapped around my cock,” he softly growls between shallow breaths of his own, a smirk on his lips and a thumb roughly rubbing across your lower lip. “Sun’s almost down though…think you got it in you to make me cum?” he asks with a quirked brow.

You take a few more heaving breaths and then lick your lips, swallowing thickly with a slight wince. Despite the raw ache in your throat, you give him a coy smile and a nod. “Yes…” you rasp.

A cold grin crosses his face and he straightens up, stepping in closer again to let his cockhead bounce against your chin and lips. “Good girl. Show me what you can do.”

Blinking more of the haze out from your eyes, you reach up to wrap your fingers around his saliva slicked base again and guild him back into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks once more, you suck firmly and quickly begin to bob your head in towards his hips, stroking along his shaft and over the head with your tongue. Your hand moves in time with your movements, fisting him so every inch of his impressive length is stimulated, lips meeting fingers, more saliva easing the glide of skin over skin.

When Joel’s hips begin rocking forward to push a little deeper, you chance a glance upward at the top of one long stroke.

He’s watching you over the curve of his broad, muscular chest, which heaves as he shallowly takes in air, plush lips barely parted. Meanwhile he’s still holding your head with one hand buried in your hair, but he doesn’t try to take control of your movements again.

Oh no, he’s definitely going to make you earn his protection.

You redouble your efforts. Stroking your mouth and hand over him faster. Sucking harder.

His stoic facade finally cracks as his eyes flutter and then close, a loud, drawn out groan escaping. Tilting his head back, his hips begin to rock a little faster to meet the rapid glide of your hand and mouth, his cock throbbing on your tongue. Both of his hands are buried in your hair now, lightly tangled in the locks. He's still not trying to control your movements though; it's still all you doing the work to bob your head and meet his thrusts. They seem more like insurance, in case you change your mind.

Not that you will. You've come too far for that.

When his movements finally start to stutter with soft grunts filling the quiet clearing, you draw him in deep once again. Ignoring the ache it causes, you urge him over the edge, your hand and mouth squeezing around him.

Strong fingers suddenly twist in your hair so tightly that stinging pain erupts across your scalp from the pull, at the same instant that Joel erupts into the warm cavity of your mouth.

Hot ropes of salty semen coat your tongue and the back of your mouth. He holds you there, his length pulsing, giving a couple more shallow thrusts and emptying himself into you with a deep moan that can only be described as obscene.

Then, he’s looking down at you, eyes impossibly dark, skin flushed, panting for breath. A languid smile tugs up one side of his lips as he cups your chin again and traces the side of your mouth with his thumb, where the tender skin is still stretched around his dick, even though it is starting to soften.

His voice is breathy now, but no less commanding.

“Swallow.”

You slowly and carefully inhale through your nose as you meet his intense gaze. Then you tighten your lips around his softening shaft and swallow down his spend, feeling it coat your throat as it disappears.

A pleased hum meets your ears and Joel’s rough thumb brushes across your cheek, wiping away a streak left by your tears. With a nod, he takes a half step back, letting his dick slip free of your mouth with a lewd wet sound, before he releases your face and your hair.

He gives an upward jerk of his chin as he tucks his cock back into his boxers and zips up his jeans. “Get up.”

You had been so focused on getting him off, that you hadn’t even realized just how turned on you were by the unexpected situation.

Still breathing hard, you nod and push yourself to your feet, briefly stumbling. As you find your footing, your eyes widen for a split second at the distinct feeling of slickness gathered between your thighs, no doubt soaking your panties.

It's been a while since that happened.

Pushing the realization aside, you swallow hard, and wince again from the rawness in your throat. Wiping drool from your chin and red, puffy lips, you focus on the man in front of you as he finishes buckling his belt.

If feels like it takes him forever as your heart keeps hammering in your chest, waiting to hear his verdict on your…performance.

Joel’s dark eyes lift back to you and linger (you can only imagine how debauched you look), as his thumbs hook into the pockets of his jeans, his head canting to the side. The corner of his mouth twitches into another faint smirk before he turns on the balls of his feet to take a few steps and scoop up his backpack, slinging it onto the shoulder that isn’t occupied by a rifle.

Your breath stutters, brows pinching together, as a ball of dread drops into the pit of your stomach. Watching him pick up a pack of cigarettes from a sleeping bag and pocket them, your entire body tenses as your mind begins reeling.

What had you done wrong?!

Joel pauses and looks back at you over his rifle shoulder, his voice gruff.

“You’ve got five minutes, Darlin’. Gather up whatever you need to bring along. We're heading out.”

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This was amazing to read and I hope everyone who follows me and loves Joel Miller reads this

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[cupcakeshed]

Wait what the fuck

[juletheghoul]

The General Masterlist

As the General of the Roman army, General Marcus has strengthened his reputation as a strong, capable, brutal man. You can't help but want him though, and he can't seem to help himself either.

a/n; There is no overarching story for these two, there will be no end, I want this to be a world we can dip back into at any time. Please feel free to send asks about them, to ask for headcanons and details. A warning though; this isn't a relationship in the traditional sense. There is a huge power-imbalance and for the purposes of the story, it will not change. We're also going quite rogue here since the movie hasn't come out. (Edit; I lied. They have feelings and the story is definitely going somewhere. There is still room to dip in between the beginning and the end though so ask away and I will make it work!)

Every post will have it's own warnings

I. the general

II. the baths

III. crossing the line

IV. unclean

V. greedy

VI. convivium

VII. distraction

VIII. attack on the villa

IX. too close

X. vita nova

XI. home

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Asks and previews (before chapter X)

Sneak peek of chapter IX

Sneak peek of chapter X

sneak peek of chapter XI

corrupted (ask)

soak (ask)

covetous (ask)

regrets (ask)

ache (ask)

lesson (ask)

educational (ask)

[sneetsnootyoit]

Oberyn and a quick forehead kiss!

This started as a little blurb and am currently turning it into a full fic! I'm putting the blurb below, and you can read the whole fic when it's finished!

You’re roused from your sleep by the sounds of knocking on the door, followed by a conversation that your sleep-addled brain is too tired to comprehend. You groan softly and turn over, reaching for the man next to you. The next thing you know, the bed beneath you shifts as Oberyn gets out of bed and you whine, pulling the blankets up around you. You can hear the soft padding of his feet against the stone floor as he walks around, gathering his clothes that were so haphazardly discarded the night before and the sounds of rustling fabric as he gets dressed.  You try your best to melt back into the mattress, nuzzling your face into the pillows with another little groan as the edge of the bed dips for a brief moment. You hear the sounds of his boots against the stone floor coming closer and suddenly he’s right next to you again, his breath fanning across your face as he leans down, his lips brushing against your forehead in a gentle kiss. And just like that, he’s gone, leaving you alone in his bed while he goes to tend to whatever princely duties he’s been summoned for.

[sneetsnootyoit]

Ohhhh.... I'll take tracing scars on Oberyn Martel for 500, Alex!

This started as a little blurb and I am currently turning it into a full fic! I'm putting the blurb below, and you can read the whole fic when it's finished! (NSFW below)

You didn’t get the chance to appreciate the prince’s physique when you entered the room, but now, as he lays bare before you, you can’t help but take in the sight before you and appreciate it in all its glory. Your eyes rake over his naked form and you hum, sitting back on your heels to just look at him for a moment before you move forward and hover over him, your lips barely grazing his. He tilts his head up and closes the short distance between the two of you, humming as your lips meet, his hands idly caressing your hips while you reach between your bodies, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock to stroke it slowly. Your lips trail over his jaw and his neck as you move downwards, kissing and nipping at the skin until you reach his chest and abdomen, finding it littered with both newer and fading scars from various battles he’s fought. The sight of them makes your stomach flip, imagining how ruthless he must look in the heat of battle. You look up at him and as your eyes meet his, you begin tracing one of his scars with your lips, just barely making contact with the skin before pressing a soft kiss to it. He looks intrigued, almost surprised, by your actions, but he does nothing to stop you as you move on to another scar, doing the exact same thing. As you bathe him in your attentions, your hand continues with long, slow strokes that have him humming with the pleasure of it mixed with the tingling of his skin beneath your lips. 

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Fic Requests/Writing Prompts!

I've been having trouble writing recently and decided to take a list of writing prompts I found on Pinterest and post them here! Send me an ask with a prompt and a character (the ones I am comfortable writing for will be listed), and I'll write a little one-shot!

These are the Pedro Boys I can confidently write for:

Ezra (Prospect)

Shane "Dio" Morrissey (NYPD Blue)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier)

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels (Kingsman: The Golden Circle)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Mr. Ben (SNL skit)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

Comandante Veracruz (Burn Notice)

DISCLAIMER:

I am looking for inspiration, so it may take a while. I'll write what I can, when I can ❤️