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jadesmultifandom · 6 hours ago
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I need a hug 😔
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i just know he gives the best hugs
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jadesmultifandom · 10 hours ago
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10 years of Javier Peña, the asshole 😌
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"There's no business like blow business."
On this day (August 28th 2015) ten years ago, the first season and episode of Narcos debuted on Netflix for live streaming.
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jadesmultifandom · 1 day ago
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The fucking pout in the first one is criminal.
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if not puppy dawg eye'd, why so puppy dawg eye'd shaped?
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jadesmultifandom · 2 days ago
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do you have more links like the Joel Miller ones?
As of now, no. But once I finish my Din one shot im going to make another p!link masterlist for Joel!
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jadesmultifandom · 2 days ago
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His curls make me WEAK
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I love this beautiful curly hair.
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jadesmultifandom · 3 days ago
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Yearning to feel this void for Ted. 🥲
QUIET HOURS — ‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ | a ted garcia drabble
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word count: 379 | warnings: may induce tears??, the mayor is feeling sad. pairing: solo!ted and some ted garcia x f!reader notes: thank you @jadesmultifandom for being my beta reader. gifs made by me.
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The bar had emptied out long after midnight, the last glass washed and set aside. Ted wiped down the counter one final time, the old rag damp in his hand. The place smelled faintly of whiskey and wood polish, a comfort in its own way. He sighed, stretching his back, the weight of the day settling heavy across his broad shoulders.
Locking up, he stepped out into the night. Rain had begun to trickle, soft at first, then steadier, slicking the pavement in silver. His boots carried him to his car, the streets quiet enough that he could almost imagine the world was his alone as he began the drive home.
Inside, the house was dark and still. Eric already locked up in and more than likely asleep in his room. Loosening the buttons of his shirt, Ted made way to his bathroom. After a brisk shower, he set the kettle on. A hot mug of tea soon warmed his palms, steam curling up against his face. He leaned back in his chair, listening to the patter of rain against the window, letting it soothe the restless edges of his thoughts.
By the time he slipped into bed, the storm was in full swing, water racing down the gutters, wind rattling the glass. He lay on his side, staring at the wall before him, the faint glow of the moon casting shifting shadows across his bedroom.
Laying in the darkness he began to think of his ex-wife. It had been years since she left. He had grown used to the silence she left behind, but sometimes — like now, with the rain pressing close — it ached. He let himself imagine what it might be like to find love again, someone to share these quiet hours with. Someone who’d laugh at his tired jokes, who’d brush her hand against his when she passed him a cup of tea. Someone who might fall asleep beside him, the warmth of her breath soft against his neck.
Ted closed his eyes, chasing the fragile dream, letting it take shape. For a moment, the ache lifted, replaced by something tender and hopeful. The rain carried him toward sleep, steady and forgiving, as though the world were whispering that maybe, just maybe — he still had time.
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jadesmultifandom · 4 days ago
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jadesmultifandom masterlist
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My content is strictly 18+ no minors
I am not responsible for any media that is consumed
(P!links are in Masterlist)
Spencer Reid Masterlist
Luke Alvez Masterlist
Joel Miller Masterlist
Javier Peña Masterlist
Din Djarin Masterlist
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jadesmultifandom · 7 days ago
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Lake Days
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Summary: You’re closed off, your friends invite you to the lake. You reluctantly join them and meet Joel. You both exchange numbers and hang out. 
Pairing: Jackson!Joel x fem!reader 
Warnings: smut, 18+, age gap(reader is in her 20s, Joel is in his 50s), no tlou spoilers, inaccurate plot, mentions of traumas(none in detail), fingering, pet names(baby, love, etc.), p in v, unprotected, creampie, aftercare, sweet Joel. Not proofread oops
W.c: 2,900
A/N: I’m so nervous about this tbh. I haven’t written in what feels like actually forever. Sidenote, once I rebranded this account I have an overwhelming surge of inspiration. Like actually writers block was OUT. Also requests for Din, Joel, and Javi are open. I’ll write pretty much anything.
It was any normal day in Jackson in the safe zone that you had been welcomed to after traveling with your closest friends. All of your friends were social butterflies, you; the opposite. You stayed to yourself, didn’t meet new people, and never really left your house. 
Your house that became your safe place after all of the traumas you’d endured because of the outbreak. You were just a little girl when the outbreak hit, and most of your memories were held inside of the QZ; where your life was absolutely controlled by everyone but yourself. 
Once you and your friends had broken out and started the trek to Jackson, it felt so liberating. For once in your life you felt free from a prison…
because, well the QZ was your prison. 
For once in your life you could control what happened. 
But once you all made it to Jackson, you didn’t make any decisions for yourself; you stayed locked inside of your safe space, by yourself, your friends passing through every once in a while. You watched their lives carry on as usual, while yours stayed in park. 
You were invited to the lake inside of the safe zone at Jackson. 
“There will be tons of people you can talk to. You can get to know them. They’re going to have food. It’ll be fun.” Rachel chirped at you. You shrugged your shoulders. 
“Rachel, you know I'm not good with socializing.” You say, as you scratch your head. 
“That’s exactly why this will be good for you. There won’t be a lot of people, max ten.” She says with a hopeful smile. You sigh and smile softly. 
“Okay I’ll go.” You say, hesitantly. You stand up and walk up to your room. You slip out of your clothes and put on a bikini and a cover up. You grab a towel and a bag, then you walk downstairs to Rachel. 
“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” You say nervously. 
On the ride there your leg was bouncing nervously as you looked out the window, taking in all of the new scenery. Even though you and your friends had been in Jackson for nearly a year, you never saw anything outside of town. 
“Isn’t it good to get to see things you’ve never seen before?” Becky asks, from the backseat and pats your shoulder. 
“Yeah it is.” You say, as a smile creeps onto your lips. 
A bit later the car pulls up to the lake. You look around. There's a small group of people not far from the car. There's a wooden dock that extends out into the water. Everyone gets out of the car and you stay put in your seat; lost in the view. Rachel chuckles and looks over at you. 
“You getting out?” She asks with a smile, which tugs you from your daydream and you nod as you unbuckle. You open the door and slide out. 
Your friend group walks toward the other group of people and you spot a handsome man with a tall lean build, he’s older with some gray hairs, with the nicest eyes. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and look down, averting your gaze so he doesn’t catch you staring. Emily lightly elbows you. 
“Youre already checking him out?” She asks with a smile. 
“It’s kind of hard not to.” You say softly as your cheeks turn pink. She giggles softly. Dakota runs over to the group of people and starts chatting. He must know them, you think to yourself. 
The handsome man stays kind of back, just admiring everyone from afar, like you’re doing. He looks over at you and locks eyes with you so you immediately turn your gaze to something else. 
A while later you all make it to the dock, while another man with longer hair starts the grill. 
You sit your bag down and slip your bikini cover up off. You slide your flip flops off and lay them next to your bag. 
You turn around and see the handsome man walk over to you. You smile softly; he flashes a smile as he approaches you. He extends his hand for a handshake. You take it and smile. 
“I’m Joel Miller and that’s my younger brother Tommy.” He says, as he points back to the man by the grill. You nod and smile up at him.  
“I’m y/n l/n.” You say softly. He smiles with a nod. 
“It’s nice to meet you, y/n.” He says. You smile up at him. He turns around and slips his shirt off. You walk further along the dock and he follows. You turn to him and smile softly before you jump into the lake. You come up and brush your hair out of your face. 
He smirks at you before jumping in as well. You both talk and swim around for a while. 
You two become very close over the next few hours; chatting, swimming together, talking about absolutely nothing but still enjoying each others company. You come to realize he’s a bit like you too, in the sense that he’s kind of closed off and reserved too. 
Joel is silently swooning over you the entire time, carefully letting his arm graze across yours, accidentally touching your thigh; anything he can do to feel that electricity when his skin touches yours. 
As you and your friends leave Joel gives you a hug. You wrap your arms around him and lay your head against his chest as his hands run over your back gently. You pull away with a smile and wave awkwardly. 
“I’ll see you later.” You say with a smile. He nods and returns the smile. 
“Yeah see you later.” He says with a wave. You smile and turn around. You get into Rachel’s car and she drives off. 
A while later you get home and shower. You get into some pajamas and sit on the couch. You had given Joel your number and was impatiently awaiting his text. 
Halfway through the movie, your phone buzzes. You immediately grab it. 
Joel: ‘Hey it’s Joel.’
You: ‘Hey Joel! I had a really great time hanging out today!’ 
Joel: ‘I did too. It was a lot of fun.’ 
You and Joel had talked for a bit and agreed to hang out the next night. 
The next day you shower and do some light makeup; nothing to fancy. You get dressed in a pair of leggings and a t- shirt, again, nothing fancy. 
Joel knocks at your door, you take a deep breath and walk to the front door. You open it with a smile.
“Hey, you look amazing.” Joel says, with a small smile. 
“You don't look too bad yourself.” You say, with a smile as a blush creeps upon your cheeks. You step aside and he walks in with a gruff smile. 
“Nice place.” he says, as he looks around. 
“Thanks.” You say, with a smile. You offer him a drink, he accepts and you both sit on the couch. You turn on a movie; per Joel’s request- a comedy. You both laugh throughout the movie, he scoots closer to you and gracefully places his arm on the back of the couch. You look over at him and smile softly. He returns the smile, his eyes crickling at the outer corners. 
Throughout the movie you both grasp at any reason to touch one another, to feel that electricity. By the end of the movie there’s a palpable tension that fills the room between you both. You turn the tv off and look over at him, racking your brain for another reason he should stay longer. 
He brings his hand to lay on your cheek, moving his thumb over your soft skin. You look into his eyes as you nuzzle your face against his hand. He lets out a gruff chuckle.
“Like a damn cat.” he whispers, with a smile. You giggle and look into his eyes. He leans in ever so slightly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted; instead you lean closer. His lips ghost over yours gently. He moves his other hand to the back of your neck as he presses his lips against yours. 
You hum softly against his lips as you move your lips with his. After a few moments he lifts you onto his lap, so you’re straddling his waist. He slowly pulls back and locks his eyes onto yours as he drops his hands onto your hips. “Stay the night.” You whisper, as you wrap your arms behind his neck. He nods. 
“I’ll stay.” He whispers. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder. Light touches and kisses are exchanged over the next bit. He kisses along your jaw gently, which makes you shiver. “So sensitive.” He murmurs against your neck, he kisses down to your pulse point as his hands roam over your back and waist. Suddenly he lets his hands roam under your shirt- his hands resting on your bare waist as he continues his assault on your pulse point. 
A small, low whimper escapes your lips. He pulls back with a smile. 
“I like that noise.” he whispers gruffly. You blush and hide your head in his neck. 
“Baby, there’s no reason to be embarrassed, it was cute.” he says, as he rubs your back. You smile softly and kiss his lips, he hums against your lips and moves his hands down to grip your ass. You pull back and smile up at him, he returns the smile. 
You slowly move your hips against his lap, wanting to tease him. His head falls back as a groan escapes his lips. You lean up and press a kiss to his ear. 
“Let’s go to the room.” You whisper. He leans his head up. 
“Are you sure?” He asks, as he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You look into his eyes and nod. “I’m sure.” You whisper. He nods and places his hands on the back of your thighs, he stands up holding you. “First door on the left.” You whisper in his ear. He nods and gives you a small smile. Once you both are in your room he walks over to the bed and lays you down softly. He climbs onto the bed between your thighs and presses his lips to yours, hungrily. You hum softly and place your hands on his hips, slowly bringing them to the hem of his shirt and tugging softly. He smiles against your lips and pulls back, bringing his hands to the buttons on his shirt. He unbuttons it and slides the shirt down his arms. You move your hands to his undershirt and you lift it over his head. He smiles down at you and places a kiss on your temple. You smile back and place your hands on his chest, running your hands down slowly to his stomach, then over his happy trail that disappears into his jeans. 
He shivers at the contact and coaxes you to sit up. His hands find the hem of your shirt and he looks into your eyes, silently asking for permission. You nod. He slowly lifts your shirt up and over your head. He looks at your chest in the bra and places soft, reverent kisses on the skin that your bra doesn’t cover. 
His hands move to your back as he skillfully unclasps your bra with one hand. You help him peel it off and down your arms. You lay down and he catches your lips with his, his hand resting on your waist as he dips down with you. You wrap your legs around his waist and arch your back up against his stomach as his tongue explores your mouth. 
You move your hand down his stomach again, to the waistband of his jeans. Your hands find his belt as you slowly unbuckle it. You unbutton and unzip his jeans; he moves his hand and slides out of them, kicking them off without breaking away from your lips. 
He pulls back slightly and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your leggings, you raise your hips and he slides them down, he realizes you’re not wearing panties and he gives you a surprised look as his boxers become tighter. 
You smile at him; he leans in and ghosts his lips over yours. “Naughty girl.” He husks out with a smirk. You smile softly. 
“I didn’t want underwear lines in my leggings.” You retort with a giggle. He chuckles gruffly. “Yeah, yeah.” He whispers against your lips. He slides his hand down your side to your ass cheek as he slowly and gently squeezes it. You hum into his mouth and wrap your legs back around his waist. He takes advantage of the fact that you’re completely nude underneath him and moves his hand from your ass to the inside of your thigh. He pulls back and silently asks for permission once again; you nod. He smiles and runs his fingers over your folds which makes your stomach do a flip. 
His touch becomes more prominent as he rubs teasing circles over your clit. You whimper and look into his eyes, he ducks back down and captures your lips in a kiss. He moves his finger from your clit to your entrance, he slowly pushes one finger inside of you. 
After a moment he adds a second finger inside of you, which makes you moan into his mouth. He moves his fingers in and out of your wet pussy as he does a ‘come here’ motion with his fingers. 
As you arch your back up and whimper into his mouth, his thumb finds your clit which makes you throw your head back. “Fuck Joel.” you moan out. 
“Come for me, beautiful.” He whispers. And with that your walls contract around his fingers. He lets you ride your orgasm out before he pulls his fingers back. He immediately brings them to his mouth and sucks your slick from them. 
“So sweet.” He whispers, with a smile. You smile softly, as you’re chasing your breath. He slides his boxers down his thighs and kicks them off. You lift your head and look down at his hard cock that stands up against his stomach. Your eyes widen slightly as your eyes find his. He chuckles softly and kisses your lips. 
With your legs still around his waist you slowly grind your hips against his cock. He brings his hand between your bodies and runs the tip of his cock between your folds. You break the kiss as you look up at him. He positions himself at your entrance and slides the head of his cock inside of you; the most perfect stretch. 
You whimper at the intrusion with your eyes locked onto his. He exhales. 
“So wet.” he groans out, he squeezes his eyes for a moment, stilling his head as he tries to keep himself from cumming already. He pushes deeper inside of you which makes you throw your head back in pleasure. 
“Joel feels so good.” you mumble out with a whimper. He smiles and grips your hip softly. 
“You feel even better.” He grumbles out against your lips. As you intertwine your legs behind his back, he picks up the pace just a bit as he groans. He moves his head down to kiss your chest, his lips make contact with your soft peaks which causes them to instantly perk up as you moan. He smiles and wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking it gently as his tongue swirls around it. 
“Oh fuck.” You whimper. He smiles ever so slightly and releases your nipple with a pop; he moves to your other nipple and gives it the same attention. He moves his hand from your waist to your calf, he pulls off your nipple with a pop and brings your leg to rest over his shoulder. 
Your eyes roll back as he thrusts deeper, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. “That the spot?” He growls out. You nod eagerly and bite your lip to hold back your moans. He moves his free hand to your jaw to pull your lip out.
“Let me hear you baby, it’s just us.” He whispers gruffly. You look at him and whimper out. 
“So close Joel.” You whisper as your breathing becomes more erratic. He smiles and brings his finger to your clit, slowly and deliberately circling it. Your back arches up and you moan out as your legs tremble. Your body tenses up as moans and incoherent words escape your mouth. 
He picks up the pace a bit which triggers your orgasm, your pussy contracting around his cock. He moans out and thrusts inside of you a few more times before stilling and spilling his hot cum inside of you. 
You peel your eyes open and he drops his forehead against yours as you both come down from the intense orgasms. Once he recovers he slowly slides out of you. 
“Stay right here, love.” he whispers, as he stands up. He walks out of the room and to the bathroom. He locates the rags and dampens one with warm water; he walks back to the room and takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to you. 
He carefully wipes between your legs, you wince at the contact. His hand rubs your thigh, lovingly. Once you’re clean he throws the rag on the floor and looks over at you. 
“You okay?” he asks, as he kisses your hand. You nod. “I’m perfect.” You whisper with a smile. He nods softly and exhales knowing you’re okay. “Stay the night?” You ask softly. He nods and caresses your cheek. “Of course I will.” He whispers. 
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jadesmultifandom · 7 days ago
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Gorgeous man.
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'why is it so early? what's happening?' // i think that's what he's saying
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jadesmultifandom · 9 days ago
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Soooo handsome!
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jadesmultifandom · 11 days ago
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Joel Miller P!links
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18+ must be signed into x to watch. NO MINORS!
Joel fucking you while playing with your clit.
Joel bending you over the counter
Joel binding your legs open, playing with your pussy, then fucking you
Joel fucking your pussy and ass
Riding Joel
After some convincing Joel finally lets you make a homemade cock ring for him
Rough!Joel fucking you
Riding Joel’s face while he strokes is cock
You and Joel touching each other
Sitting between Joel’s legs as he plays with your pussy
Joel playing with your butt plug while you ride him
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jadesmultifandom · 11 days ago
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*barks*
Also may or may not be working on a Joel p link masterlist hehe
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Just when I think I’m becoming more normal.
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jadesmultifandom · 12 days ago
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Dirty, dirty mayor 🙂‍↕️
Hello my dear K,
It's a silly, little smut idea with Ted x)
It would start with the scene where Joe shows up because of the loud music at Ted’s party.
The reader would be a friend of Ted’s son—slightly older than him—and when she sees Ted slap Joe, she might think to herself that she kind of wishes it had been her instead 😏 And she'll let him know after the party.
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Pairing: Ted Garcia x f!Reader Warnings: (MDNI) explicit sexual content, slapping, fingering, degrading, age gap (21f - 45m), dirty fucker, edging, controlled climax, THE MAYOR GETS WHAT HE WANTS Word Count: 659
Summary: You can't keep quiet after watching Ted shut Joe Cross up with a hard slap — so after the party you let him know but what he does next, you'd never expect. Notes: Mel! I'm so sorry this took as long as it did, I hope I did your ask justice though! WE love a AGGRESSIVELY SEXY MAYOR. There are NO SPOILERS for the movie Eddington in this fic.
The kitchen was quiet after the party, the faint smell of whiskey and grilled meat hanging in the air. Ted was rinsing a glass, sleeves rolled up, forearms flexing with the motion.
You hadn’t been able to stop replaying it in your head — him slapping Joe earlier, the crack of his palm, the controlled weight behind it. It was supposed to be discipline… a way to embarrass him, but all it did was light something hot in your chest.
“You didn’t hold back,” you said softly, stepping into the kitchen from the living room. You’d be leaving soon after helping Eric with his college admissions.
He glanced over his shoulder, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “He needed it.”
“Maybe,” you mumbled, walking closer, “but watching it… made me wish it was me.”
The smirk fell away. He set the glass down with deliberate care, drying his hand on a dish towel before moving toward you. He stood in front of you for just a moment, examining you. Crack — the slap landed quick and sharp. Your breath hitched as you instinctively laid your hand over your cheek.
“That — what you wanted?” he asked, voice low.
Your lips parted, but no words came out.
His eyes narrowed. “I asked you a question. Was that what you wanted?”
“Yes,” you whispered.
His smirk returned, much darker this time. “Good.”
Before you could say anything else, his other hand clamped over your mouth, silencing you completely. His chest was against yours, heat radiating off him as he pushed you back against the counter. “Quiet,” he warned, not wanting to alert his son in the other room.
His free hand slid up your thigh, shoving your skirt high. You gasped against his palm when his fingers slipped under your underwear, dragging through your folds. “Already wet?” he mumbled. “Just from me hitting you?”
You made a muffled sound behind his palm that only made him grin wider. “Fuck, don’t act so surprised sweet girl…”
Two fingers pushed inside you without warning, the stretch quick and deep. He curled them up, slow at first, making sure you felt every drag. When you shifted your hips, his hand pressed harder against your face, keeping you still.
“Not yet,” he said.
His hand stayed over your mouth — tight, his grip on your jaw firm as he fucked his fingers into you. The wet slap of it filled the kitchen, mixing with your muffled whimpers, your eyes threatening to roll back. Then, just as you were starting to get lost in it, he pulled out completely.
Widening your eyes, you made a frustrated noise into his palm.
“Oh, you didn’t think I’d let you get there that easy, did you?” His hand fell from your mouth, letting you breathe, then crack — another slap to your cheek, harder than the first. Your head tilted with the impact, but he kept you steady. “Still want it?”
You nodded quickly.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” you breathed against his hand.
Ted’s fingers found you again, sliding back inside, rougher this time. He ground the heel of his palm against your clit, forcing little jolts of pleasure through you while keeping you pinned against the counter. Every time you got close, he’d slow down, dragging it out until you were trembling.
“You’ll come when I tell you to,” he said, curling his fingers deep. “Okay pretty girl?”
You could barely catch your breath, heat coiling tight in your belly, his pace brutal and unrelenting. Your thighs shook, and he felt it. “Now,” he growled in your ear, “come for me.”
The release tore through you, your cry smothered under his returning palm. He kept you pinned, working you through every pulse until you were limp against him.
When he finally pulled his fingers free, he sucked them clean, eyes locked on yours. “Next time,” he said, voice low and certain, “don’t act so surprised when you know exactly what you want.”
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Was that as hot as I thought it was while writing it? I sure hope so. Don't forget to like and reblog! Thanks for always supporting my writing <3
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jadesmultifandom · 13 days ago
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I- no words. Speechless.
Denim
pairing: Frankie Morales xf! reader
tags: dry humping, bulge appreciation, porn without plot, Frankie is a bit mouthy, unprotected PinV
word count: ~ 990
Happy Frankie Friday. Have this little treat for it 🤭
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The couch is too small for this. Or maybe it’s just too small for both of you.
Frankie’s slouched low, cap tipped back, jeans rough under your bare thighs. His hands are heavy on your hips—steady, but twitching, like he’s fighting the urge to take over.
You roll against him, slow at first, feeling the thick line of him trapped under denim. The fabric catches on you just right, and you bite your lip, trying not to let the sound slip.
His breath stutters. “Mierda…” The word’s gravel in his throat, heat in your spine, making you burn up with need.
You keep moving, hips drawing lazy, deliberate circles, your hands braced on his chest. His shirt’s warm from his skin beneath, rising and falling faster now. 
“Baby,” he warns or maybe pleads. The brim of his cap shadows his eyes, but you catch the way they darken when you grind a little harder, the damp starting to seep through your underwear onto his jeans. 
His grip tightens. You can feel him swelling against the denim, the seam pressing into you until your thighs tremble.
Then you both feel it. The small wet spot blooming on his jeans where you’ve been riding him. His jaw locks, a sharp inhale dragging through his teeth.
“Jesus Christ…” His voice is low, wrecked. One hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you in until your forehead rests against his, breaths mingling. “You’re gonna drive me insane doing that.”
But you just smile wicked and roll your hips again.
In this moment the last thread of Frankie’s restraint snaps.
One second you’re in control—his girl, straddling him, making him straining against his jeans—and the next his hands are everywhere.
He surges forward, one palm splayed across your lower back, dragging you flush against him as his mouth finds your throat. His breath is hot, lips moving in desperate, open-mouthed kisses that leave heat blooming across your skin.
“You think I’m just gonna sit here and let you do that to me?” His voice is thick, almost ragged, like it’s costing him something to form words instead of just growl into you.
You gasp when his hips push up hard, grinding you down onto him, denim against the thin cotton of your panties, the friction almost obscene now. The wet spot you left on his jeans spreads, catching with every movement, making his cock twitch eagerly under you.
“Feel that?” he murmurs against your ear, thrusting slow. “That’s what you do to me.”
Your fingers fist in the front of his shirt, knuckles white, because his pace is nothing like your teasing circles—this is needy. Every snap of his hips drags a sound out of you you can’t swallow down, so you moan.  Let the pleasure take over.
He groans in response to it, the sound shaking through his chest into yours. “Nena if I don’t get you out of these clothes in the next thirty seconds…”
You smile against his jaw, breathless. “Then don’t.”
That’s all it takes—his hands are already on your waistband, dragging it down. 
Frankie’s mouth crashes onto yours—hot, needy, claiming. The kiss is all teeth and tongue and low, guttural sounds he’s not bothering to hide anymore. His hands are everywhere at once, shoving your shirt up, skimming your ribs, cupping the swell of your breasts until you arch into him.
“You don’t know what you just asked for,” he groans into your mouth. You barely get a breath before the cool air hits your damp skin.
His warm, thick and calloused fingers find you immediately and he curses when he feels how wet you are. “Joder… all from riding me like that?” He strokes along your entrance once, slow, like he’s savoring it, then faster, circling your clit with just enough pressure to make your breath catch and your fingers curl in his shirt.
You’re still straddling him, knees bracketing his hips, and when he slides two fingers inside you, the angle is perfect—deep, curling up until your head tips back. He watches every second, eyes dark and hungry.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, fucking his fingers into you, thumb pressing tight circles above. “Dripping all over me and I haven’t even—” His free hand is already working on his belt, impatience winning over.
The sound of the buckle is loud in the small space, and then his jeans are open, his cock springing free—thick, flushed, the tip already slick. He barely gets his jeans out of the way before he’s lining himself up, both of you still half-dressed.
He guides you to sink onto him in one slow, devastating push. His head falls back against the couch cushion, a broken fuck punching out of his lungs. His hands clamp to your hips, holding you there like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
“Ride me,” he rasps. “The way you did before—no, harder—fuck, nena—yeah, just like that,” he encourages you.
The wet slap of skin-on-skin fills the room as you start to move, bouncing on him, every drag making your thighs shake. He’s muttering under his breath, a stream of Spanish curses and filthy praise, his hands guiding your rhythm until you’re both teetering on the edge.
When you come, it’s with your forehead against his, nails digging into his shoulders, his name falling from your mouth like you’ve forgotten anything else. Frankie grunts, pulls you tight against him, and spills into you with a shudder that leaves him gasping.
For a moment, neither of you move. His arms stay heavy around you, heartbeat thudding under your cheek like it’s trying to catch up. Then he huffs a low, rough laugh, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“You good?” he asks, voice so hoarse it sounds like it barely survived.
You nod, nuzzling into his neck with a little grin. “Better than good.”
His smile curves against your skin, tender but still laced with heat. “Yeah… me too. But don’t think I’m done with you yet.”
And you don’t know if you should be terrified or thrilled.
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