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Pedro Pascal via his Instagram for Vanity Fair 😍

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Describe Yourself in 8 Fictional Characters

@baronessvonglitter I promise I didn’t forget 💕 thanks for the tag, Pookie 🥰✨

Gilly Owens from Practical Magic 🔮

Amber from The Other Woman: we’re both very sweet 💕

Snow White- Quoting my mom, “You’d be able to handle 7 men” 😂

Lydia Deetz: loved her as a child and wanted to be her friend 🖤

Phoebe from Friends: love her spunky personality

Poison Ivy from Batman: perfect combination of geeky and sexy

Tai from Clueless

Allison from The Breakfast Club: I was definitely a basket case in high school. Always the girl reading

Tagging: @jazzy11scorpio @foreveratlantica-blog @iamladyp @mani-pedro @katssecretdiary

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Game On, Mr. Miller

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Summary: It’s a typical Friday night for you, babysitting Sarah Miller. When Joel comes home from work, you challenge him to a game of Twister after Sarah goes to bed🙈🙈🤭🤭 I hope yall enjoy this fun story!!!

Who will come out on top (get it)? Joel is 30, reader is 29, Sarah is around 7 or 8 y.o. No apocalypse. Joel is so cute as a girl dad🥰🥰🫠🫠

Warnings: ANGST 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Might have typos my bad.

OCTOBER

“Ohh come on, just one more round pleaseeee!!” Sarah dramatically pleaded, locking her palms together. You’re starting to regret the agreement you made playing Twister. You loved the game as a kid, but now pushing 30 it’s not as enjoyable.

This was your typical Friday night, babysitting your favorite student who just so happened to be your nextdoor neighbor. Like clockwork, the night started with homework, followed by Mac and cheese with Dino nuggets for dinner, a little bit of cartoons and always ending the night with a game. Although it was exhausting having to work all day, you adored the Miller family. The memory of meeting them will forever stay fresh in your mind.

Two Months Prior

Cruising down the neighborhood in your Jeep, butterflies started to emerge as onlookers observed the “new kid” in town. Turning onto Cooper Street, your eyes studied the passing homes, looking for the numbers 1154. Eventually, you spotted the two story white house with black shutters, a red door and a Re/Max sign on the front lawn with the word, SOLD popping out in bold letters. You park your jeep in the brick driveway inching up to the garage. Waving down the U-Haul, a high pitched voice shouted, “Look, Uncle Tommy! Our new neighbor is finally here!”

Following the sweet tone, you turned to see a blonde haired blue eyed little girl, holding a soccer ball in her hand, running towards you. A handsome young gentleman chased after her, “Cmon, honey don’t bother this nice lady. Let her settle into the new house”. You chuckle and tell him it’s no biggie. Holding your hand out to the little girl, you kneel down to her level and introduce yourself. Her sweaty palm reaches for yours; she tells you her name is Sarah.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Miss. Sarah! Say, do you go to Stoney Brook Elementary School?”

“Yes! I’ll be in 2nd grade!”, she cheered.

Letting out a playful gasp you exclamate, “Oh my gosh!” Looking at your watch you say, “I’ve lived in the neighborhood for five minutes and already met my first student! I’m a new teacher there, you’ll have to show me the ropes!”

Sarah yelps a loud “Yay!” and prances around the gentleman she was playing with. He picks her up and reaches his hand out to you. He tells you his name is Tommy and you introduce yourself in retaliation. You engage in small talk about where you’re from, excitement for a new school year, and he briefly talks about Sarah’s dad, Joel. Eventually, you say your goodbyes and tell Sarah you’ll see her in two weeks at Meet The Teacher Day.

Moving boxes into your new home, you turn the drab space into your cozy little sanctuary. Decorating the home with pictures, fuzzy rugs, overcrowded book cases, and every kitchen essential from Home Goods, you feel everything finally fall into place. You have a great feeling about this fresh start; out with your old life and in with your new journey. It’s refreshing.

Weeks fly by and before you know Meet The Teacher Day is here. As you prepare for your introduction in the lounge, you overhear other teachers gossip about the excitement of seeing all the hot dads. You chuckle at the naughty remarks they exchange with one another. Jasmine, one of the fourth grade teachers playfully pinches your arm and says, “Girl, you’re so lucky you have Sarah Miller this year! Her dad is a total babe. Very charming too.” Other teachers join in on the swoon, but you playfully roll your eyes.

The principal walks in projecting a warm welcome to everyone, “Alright y’all, we’re just about ready to open the doors. Go ahead and head onto your rooms. Good luck!” Taking a deep breath, you tell yourself this is going to be a great year.

As parents gather into your colorful classroom, you deliver the typical spiel. “Hi! My name is…. I’m from… This year we will be covering…. If you have any questions….. I’m so beyond excited for the wonderful year ahead!”

One by one, you politely introduce yourself to parents and children. Like music to your ears a familiar sweet enthusiastic voice rings around the room.

“Cmon, daddy!”

Sarah was practically dragging the tall gentleman next to her. Your breath hitched at the first glance of his chocolate eyes. A warm smile curved along his beard when he glanced over at your bright eyes. This was Joel Miller, thee Joel Miller that all the teachers were talking about. Your nextdoor neighbor Joel freakin’ Miller!!

“Hi, Sarah!”

Giving her a quick hug, Joel reaches his hand out to you, “It’s nice to officially meet you, neighbor. Sorry it took so long to finally say hi”

His southern drawl flowed like honey off of his lips, almost making your knees buckle. Your palm kisses his strong grasp and you smile, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Miller. It’s no problem, this little lady welcomed me with open arms!”

A chuckle sneaks out of his chest, “Oh please, call me Joel. Yea, she’s somethin’”

You engage in casual conversation, Joel explains his job as a carpenter and how he runs a business with his brother, Tommy. Now that you’ve met Joel, he seems so different compared to his brother. Tommy is a little younger and vibrant while Joel is serious and steady. As the conversation continued, you felt warm tiny hands touch your palms. Sarah started examining your hands and pinching at your digits.

“Hmmm” she uttered, moving to your other hand.

“Honey, what are ya doin’?” Joel questions.

“You don’t feel hot to me” she says, still holding onto your hand.

“What do you mean, dear?” You question.

Her blue eyes meet yours, “My Uncle Tommy told my dad you were hot, but you actually feel cold to me”

“Ohhh, Sarah!” Joel covers his eyes with his hand while you belt out in laughter. School hasn’t even started and she’s officially your favorite student.

“I’m so sorry” Joel can’t even make eye contact with you but his rosy cheeks expressed absolute embarrassment.

Placing your hand on your chest to catch your breath to say, “Oh my gosh… that just made my decade”

Joel chuckles, “Kids say the darndest things”

“It’s okay. That was really funny”

Sarah stares at you two in bewilderment, “Feel her hands dad, she’s cold”

“Okay, Dr. Miller. I think it’s time we get goin’. It was great meeting you finally and… hopefully I’ll see ya around”

“Likewise. Thank you for checking my temperature, Dr. Miller”

“Bye!” She waves.

The duo walk to the door, Joel hugs his daughter close, “Were you listenin on me and Uncle Tommy, lil lady?”

“Noooo” Sarah says playfully.

You’re not sure if it was the hilarious encounter or the presence of Mr. Miller that had you blushing the whole ride home. Texas was treating you well, so far.

Throughout the school year, you and the Millers became very acquainted with one another. Always starting the day with “Mornin, neighbor”, playing soccer with Sarah on the weekends or helping her with math homework at their dining room table. She adored your company, and you loved hers too. As you and Sarah became close, a friendship was blossoming between you and Joel. Anytime appliances broke in your house, he came to your rescue. If your grass was looking high, he’d volunteer to mow your lawn. You’d always thank him for helping you with difficult tasks and he’d thank you for being so sweet to Sarah. You appreciated each other. Appreciation would soon turn into attraction towards one another that would keep you both up at night. Joel would go to bed wondering what you were doing, while you contemplated texting a harmless, “Hey” at 10pm.

Although you two were polar opposites when it came to interests and hobbies, you both shared the experience of traumatic heartbreak that left a crippling tensity of fear and vulnerability, behind closed doors.

One morning before school, an urgent knock at your front door startled you. Joel looked back with a sense of concern in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“Hey, um.. I’d hate to ask, but could Sarah hang out with you for a little bit after school? Tommy and I have to pull a double and the contractor will throw a fit, if I bring her on the property again. I’m really sorry I don’t mean to take away your Friday night”

Without hesitation you exclaim, “Absolutely I’ll watch her! It’s no problem at all. If anything you’re changing my routine of ordering pizza and rewatching Gilmore Girls”

The worry in his eyes sails away and he scoffs, “Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver”

After that exchange, babysitting Sarah became a Friday routine. You didn’t mind it at all, you never got tired of playing games or watching The Powerpuff Girls on Cartoon Network with her. Her spunky attitude made you feel like a kid again and it was a nice break from adulthood.

OCTOBER:

“Pretty pleasseee!! Just one more round” Sarah begged.

“Girly, that round turned my legs into jello. Why don’t we play another game? I’ll let you give me a makeover!”

“We did that last week! We’re tied 2-2 we need to break it! Pleaseee!” This time sporting a pouty lip and doe eyes.

“Mmmmmm” you sarcastically grumble.

“I’ll tell everyone you’re the best teacher in the world”

You laugh at her bribe. Tousling her blonde hair you give in to her plea. She jumps for joy and flicks the spinner.

“Alright, left hand blue” you mimic each other's motion.

After a couple of left foot reds, right hand greens, your body tumbles to the floor after slipping up on left hand yellow.

“I win! I win!” Sarah cheers.

Her victory dance is interrupted by a rumbling, “Is anyone home?!”

Sarah goes dashing down the hallway singing “Daddy!!” Leaping into his arms, Joel picks her up delivering an embracing bear hug. You smile watching the adorable encounter between the two of them. He kisses her on the cheek and glances at you.

“Hey, Joel”

“Hey. Did y’all have a good night?”

“We did! I might not be able to move tomorrow after those 5 rounds of Twister” you laugh.

“I won, daddy!” Sarah cheers. Joel gives her a high five and another kiss on the cheek.

“Did you tell her thank you for coming over to play?”

“Thank you!”

You both laugh, and Joel piggybacks Sarah upstairs, “Alright little lady, it’s off to bed for you”

“Goodnight, Sarah!” You holler from downstairs.

As Joel gets Sarah ready for bed, you maneuver to the kitchen where the mess from dinner awaits. You scoop out the clumpy left over Mac and cheese into the trashcan and let the pot sit in warm soapy water. Popping a Dino nugget into your mouth you hum as you clean the kitchen. Minutes go by, Joel’s work boots echo off the hardwood floor. He sees the spotless kitchen and says, “I could’ve cleaned up, darlin. It’s the least I could do for sacrificing’ your Friday nights”

Your cheeks blush at the fact that Joel Miller just called you, darlin. Rubbing your neck you look up at home, “As a teacher, I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t clean up after my mess”

He chuckles and grabs a beer from the fridge. You lean on the island watching his back muscles flex through his gray shirt. He grabs a bottle and turns to you, pointing to the glass gesturing if you want one.

“No thanks” you nod.

You watch him open the bottle and take swigs of the alcohol. You bite your tongue at the sight of his adam’s apple twitching with each gulp. Gripping the wooden top, Joel smirks at you.

“So…Twister” he chuckles.

You laugh into your lap and look up, “I underestimated my youth. I feel like I was hit by a car”

“Tommy and I loved that game as kids. He could never beat me”

“Don’t tell Sarah, but I let her win”

Laughter echoes along the kitchen walls.

“Is that so?” Joel says, taking a sip of beer. “Cause a part of me thinks you're fibbing”

Your eyebrow raises in a mischievous manner, “Are you challenging me, Mr. Miller?”

The kitchen grows silent, not from awkwardness but from temptation. He cocks his head as his hands run along the smooth wood. Shrugging his shoulders, his brown eyes smile up at you, “What if I was? You think you can take on an undefeated champion?”

A smirk curves onto your pink lips. Walking over to him, your hands brush up against his when you grab for his beer. Not breaking eye contact, he’s internally losing control at how your plump lips wrap around the bottle. Taking two long swigs of his drink, the bottle clinks on the island.

You lick the remedy off your top lip, “Game on, Mr. Miller”

You stride to the living room, Joel watches your hips sway in your jeans as you walk away. Before turning, you look back at him as a way of telling him to join you. You watch as he takes one last sip of his beer; the taste of your honey chapstick on his mouth sends a shiver down his spine. His boots softly stomp along the floor, he finds you stretching your arms over your head leaning from one side to the other. He sits on the couch to unlace his boots, your breath hitches at the sight of his muscles flexing out of his arms. Cracking your knuckles like you’re ready for a fight, Joel stands on the opposite side of the Twister mat.

“Ladies first” he states, sliding the spinner to you.

“Last chance to back out..”

Joel chuckles, “Spin”

Flicking the spinner, the first move is made, “Left foot red”

You mimic the movements. Joel spins, “Right hand yellow”

Now the game is getting interesting, you stretch your torso towards the closest yellow circle, making the hem of your shirt ride up. Joel swallows hard at the exposure of your butterfly tattoo peeking around your midriff.

“Nice tattoo” he compliments crouching down on the yellow circle.

“Gracias”

Back to you, the wheel spins on the right hand green. The maneuver is easy for you, but Joel needed to put in work. Reaching for the green circle, your arms pretzel around one another bringing his face closer to yours.

“Regrettin’ your decision?” You joke.

“I could do this all night”

A knot in your tummy forms at the end of his phrase.

The game continues, left foot green, left hand blue, arms and legs snake around each other. You never realized it, but Joel is a cheeky fellow. With every twist and turn he couldn’t help but make a naughty joke about the situation.

“S’cuse me, darlin’” Joel says hovering over you to get his right hand on yellow. You laugh at the complex position you’re in with Joel.

“I’m impressed, Joel. Givin’ me a run for my money”

“You’re one year younger than me, calm down” he laughs.

“I mean being a carpenter, I’d think all that heavy lifting would take a toll” you say as the spinner lands on, right hand green.

As Joel reaches over he snickers, “I have my ways of staying in shape”

Snapping the spinner, it lands on the left foot red. You gasp at the feeling of Joel’s foot overlapping onto yours as you both aim for the same circle. He looks down at the red circle and back up at you.

“Geez, buy me dinner first, Mr. Miller” you giggle tossing your head back. You freeze at the touch of his beard grazing your ear.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” He whispers.

The question makes your head snap back up, a suave smirk paints his lips. “Are you trying to distract me?”

“Depends, is it working?”

You purse your lips at him, “Spin the wheel, Joel”

His digit spins the board landing on the right hand green. Just as you were about to place your palm on the circle, Joel mumbles, “Shit!”. Grabbing you for support, his strong body drops onto the mat with you tumbling on top of him. Laughter echoes along the living room as you celebrate sweet victory. “I win! I win” you sing out loud. Hovering over Joel, he pulls a strand of hair out of your face. The silence is heavy with sexual tension as Joel looks up at you smiling.

“That was fun..” he mutters.

Leaning your cheek on your shoulder, you question “What do I win?”

He knows what you want, you know what he wants. Grazing his thumb on your chin, you slowly lower yourself down to Joel. His head levitates off the mat coming closer to you, the smell of his cedar cologne is enough to make you give in. With your lips inching closer, a loud cry from upstairs startles the both of you. Joel jolts off the mat from the sound of Sarah.

“Daddy!! There’s a monster in my closet!” her screeching voice shouts from upstairs.

Joel sighs, “I’ll be up in a minute, baby!”

Looking back at you, there’s a hint of disappointment in his eyes. Delivering a soft smile you say, “I think that’s my cue”

Pulling each other up, you fold the mat back into the game box with the spinner. Joel puts his hands in his pocket, “I’ll umm.. See you around I guess”

Grabbing your purse and denim jacket you glide your digits along his beard, “Night, Joel” you whisper.

As he heads upstairs, you close the door behind you and walk back to your house. Opening the door to your bedroom, you strip off your clothes and take a quick shower. Washing your face and brushing your teeth, you slip into your silk nightgown and climb into bed. Checking your phone one last time, a message notification pops up, it’s Joel.

Unlocking your phone, the text reads:

10:37 pm Joel: That was a lot of fun.

You smile at his message and start typing,

10:37 pm Me: It was. Maybe I’ll let you redeem yourself next Friday 🤭

10:38 pm Joel: Hahaha I let you win. You never answered my question…

Your heart skips a beat on how to reply. At first you thought he was joking about the whole dinner thing, but he’s genuine about it. He wants to spend time with you. You haven’t gone on a first date in 6 years and that was with your now ex husband. Are you ready to open up again? Contemplating your decision like you’re about to commit a crime you start typing.

10:40pm Me: Yes, I’m free tomorrow…

Joel replies

10:40 pm Joel: The Big Austin Fair is happening this weekend. I gotta take Sarah to a birthday party in the morning but I’d love to take you tomorrow night. If you’d like that.

Your fingers start typing on the phone keyboard.

10:41 pm Me: That sounds great, Joel 😊🎡🎢

10:42 pm Joel: Awesome. I’ll be knockin’ at your door around 6.

10:44 pm Me: Roger that. 👍🏼 Goodnight Joel

10:45 pm Joel: Night, darlin

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Not stopping Until the bed breaks

Can I just sit on your big package?

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Don’t even have cats but this made me laugh 😂😂😂

“We’re gonna be kind and we’re gonna be friends. We don’t bite each other’s assholes.”

—shit I say to my cats

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Take Me To The Stars ✨

Summary: You’ve never hit the Big O with other partners, but your new boyfriend Joel puts his skills to the test. Y’all, I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy too ❤️🙈 Joel is so sweet!!!

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Kissing, riding, fondling, f receives o, p&v, age gap (Joel is 50, reader is 30), pet names

💋✨🥞🫐☕️

Seconds after the lock clicks in the front door, it’s game on between you two. You wanted the moment of Joel coming over to your apartment for the first time to be romantic, but lust had other plans. The sexual tension from your date burned like a wildfire that had you both on a mission. Your heels scuttled backwards on the hardwood floor as your manicured digits clung to the collar of his corduroy jacket, ushering him inside. With his mouth ravishing yours, a chuckle echoes from his lips at the urgency of your tug. The innocent persona you’ve been playing so well is long gone, now that he’s in your domain. Kicking the door shut behind him, Joel’s strong arms wrap around your limber torso while your digits run through his graying curls. Sneaking his tongue between your teeth, you sigh as the sweet and spicy taste of bourbon impales your palate.

“Mmm.. Joel”

He lets his body do the talking. A soft thump clatters the picture frames when he pushes you up against the living room wall. Removing his jacket, the arousal thriving through your veins heightens at the touch of his muscular physique. Joel pins your arms over your head holding you in place.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers along your lips. You comply with the request.

Joel laces around your jawline to the nape of your neck. His beard scratches at your cheek, making you nudge closer into him. A growl rumbles in his chest at your powerful scent; a perfect mixture of Chanel and sin coat along your collarbone. His hands find the ties that wrap around your velvet dress. Taking his time, Joel’s digits unfasten the fabric like you're his own personal present. The dress comes undone, your pink and black silk bra with matching panties makes Joel foam at the mouth.

“These are cute”

He interlaces your hands into his and slides your arms down to your side. Slipping the velvet garment onto the floor, your breath hitches at the feeling of Joel’s calloused but gentle touch on your bare skin.

He tells you to open your eyes, the dim lighting details every gorgeous feature on his face. His eyes dark and hungry, his skin rough but undeniably handsome. Drawing him into your embrace, you eagerly whine, “Bedroom”. You don’t need to beg him twice. Joel picks you up, placing one hand on your back and the other along your round ass. Your legs hug around his waist while your arms wrap around his warm neck. Carrying you in the hallway, fixtures rattle along the walls as your bodies bump into everything in sight; you kick your heels off not giving a damn where they land. Grunts escape his mouth as your digits rip the buttons off of his denim shirt uncovering a god- like body with a beautiful coarse of chest hair that runs down his torso.

“That was my favorite shirt” he jokes mid kiss.

“I’ll buy you a new one” you gasp, grabbing the steel handle forcing the bedroom door open.

Sitting you on the dresser, Joel strips out of his shirt while you fiddle with his belt buckle. Unzipping his jeans, your thighs pull down his pants leaving him in boxer briefs. His lips and tongue dip down to your chest, your head tilts back as your palms caress his face. You whimper at the spark of arousal forming in your tummy but also the overwhelming sense of embarrassment. You know you can’t keep your secret hidden from him. He’s older than you and well over-experienced to know when a woman could be….

“Joel.. I— I have something to tell you”

“What is it, baby girl?” he utters into your chest. His digits fondle with the clamps of your bra.

“I..um… shit”

He senses that this is serious and stops. His eyes express concern when they meet yours. Gliding his thumb along your temple he asks, “Honey, is… this your first time? If it is, I’ll be very….”

Your eyes widened as you interrupted, “Ohh no, Joel. It’s nothing like that”

You both giggle at the idea of confessing that you’re a 29 year old virgin. He plants a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Go ahead, sweets. What’s this secret? I promise I won’t laugh”

Resting your head on the mirror, you close your eyes, “I- I’ve never had an orgasm before… during sex”

Waiting to hear a burst of laughter rip from Joel’s chest, the room is quiet.

“Honey, look at me…” his hand caresses the back of your head.

“No man has ever made you come? Ever? That’s what you were afraid to tell me?”

You nod your head, “It’s not that they didn’t try. I just.. can’t manage to get there… like something is wrong with me. I felt the need to tell you because you’re… old enough to know when a woman could be faking… I just don’t want you to be disappointed, Joel”

Your confession is more pathetic than you thought. He’s probably thinking you’re not worth killing his ego. Expecting him to put his clothes back on, he leans in and kisses the corner of your mouth.

“My sweet girl, there’s nothing wrong with you”

“I know it’s common for women to fake it, but everytime? With every man I’ve dated? It’s definitely me..” Joel could hear the hopelessness in your tone, which oddly started to make his cock twitch.

“Those boys weren’t in it for you, baby. They weren’t paying attention to the whimpers this pretty mouth made…”

His thumb brushes along your bottom lip as he kisses your shoulder. Joel reaches behind you, unclipping your bra, letting it float off of your body.

“Joel” your voice chokes.

“They didn’t pay attention to what made this beautiful body tremble with excitement…”

Clawing at his back, Joel firmly grips at your thighs squeezing the meaty flesh. Grazing his beard along your cheek he whispers, “But, if you give me the chance… I could show you the stars tonight”

The ache between your legs becomes unbearable, a combination of desire and frustration. You’ve accepted the fact that it will never happen and you don’t want to be left with a broken promise.

“It’s.. im-impossible. Trust me” You breathlessly whimper.

“Nothing’s impossible, honey. Let me show you how a man is supposed to satisfy a woman… trust me”

Your tummy clenches at the motion of Joel’s digits tracing along your panty line. Your eyes flicker at the sight of him; nodding your head you accept his challenge. Grinning at your submission he clenches your silk panties, “Let’s take these off” he mumbles, slowly sliding the garment off your thighs,you’re left naked on the dresser. Your heartbeat rings like church bells in your ears knowing what Joel is about to do, or what he’s attempting to do. Hooking your legs over his broad shoulders Joel kneels before you.

“Gotta warm her up, first” he murmurs looking up at you. Eyes roll back biting your lip, Joel plants kisses and nibbles along your inner thighs. His mouth waters at your dripping cunny staring back at him, waiting to be devoured. Flattening his tongue, he licks a long slow stroke up your folds making you gasp his name. And then another, and another with more suckling around your pulsing pearl. Grasping the back of his gray curls, you endure the pleasure heating up in your chest. His groans vibrate along your flesh making you moan. Although he would love to taste your spilled juices on his tongue, he’s destined to feel your climax on his throbbing cock.

Sensing you’re ready for more, Joel delivers one last kiss on your swollen pearl and pulls himself up. Before he can ask how he did, your lips crash onto his like a wave meeting the surface.

“C’m here” he picks you up off the furniture and walks to the bed. Easing you down on the comforter with his hand behind your head, he kisses you softly.

“You okay?” He asks hovering over you, grazing his digit along your flushed cheek.

“Yes, Joel” you reply with a sweet smile.

His palm rests on your bare chest, your heart vibrates along his digits, “Just relax, honey. Don’t force it. Just allow me to make you feel good”

For once, you taste the slightest bit of hope. Maneuvering himself out of his boxer briefs, Joel’s erect cock makes your cunny flutter. Its length is longer than average, its girth sculpted to perfection with a trace of a vein leading to his throbbing head. You need to know what it feels like.

“Joel… can I be on top?”

“Of course, baby”

Joel lays his head against the bed frame, you climb onto him, tracing your hand along his cock. Taking in a breath, you ease down on his shaft, letting it slide along your warm aching walls. You shriek at the overwhelming ecstasy of Joel being inside you. The feeling of Joel compared to other boyfriends is like night and day. Joel’s cock fills your tight cunny like he was meant for you and only you. His length curving up into your core, you’ve never experienced this feeling before.

“Joel” you pant, grabbing onto his solid torso.

“Let her adjust, baby. You feel me all the way inside you? Hitting all your sweet spots, kitten?”

“Mmmhmm”

Your hips roll at a steady pace. There’s no need to rush, you don’t want to rush anything that’s going on.

“F-feels so good, honey. Take everything you need. We have all night”

Joel watches your face contort into expressions of pleasure with every thrust and grind you deliver on his cock. His hands steady on your thighs start to trail up your tummy to your tender breasts. Your body shudders at his touch, letting a giggle echo from your lips.

Smirking, Joel asks, “You liked that, my hands fondling you right here?”

His digits tickle at your pebbled nipples forcing out a whimpered, “Yes”

Listening to your whines, his hands circle and pinch at your tortured flesh making your back arch. He listens to you, he observes you, he cherishes you.

“Joel… what are you doing to me?” You gasp. You’ve never felt such a crippling sensation building up in your core, like a ball of fire.

“Tell me what it feels like, kitten”

“I… I can’t… there’s no words” you end the sentence with a loud moan.

“Does it..mmmm.. feel warm?” He groans.

“Mmhmm right here..” gliding your hands to the center of your tummy.

“Good girl.. you’re doing so good. Do you trust me?”

“Mmm yes, Joel”

Sitting up, he kisses your mouth and tells you to turn around sitting on your knees.

“Lean forward alittle. Hands flat on the bed frame. Just like that, kitten”

Joel positions himself behind you, his lips kissing up your spine to your shoulder blade.

“Ready?” He whispers

“Yes, Joel”

He snakes his arm around your torso, and glides his cock in your cunny. The fire grows from within.

“Ahhhhh”

The curve of his cock hits a sweet spot that you didn’t even know existed. Slow at first, Joel’s hips rock a little harder. The more he hits the spot, the more the fire burns at your muscle fibers. You feel that little ball make its way down your tummy to the regions of your tight cunny. Like a flower about to bloom, you feel an intense build up of something unfamiliar. Like a glass about to tip over, a rocket being ready to launch, that first drop on a roller coaster.

“Joel… Joel… oh god..”

“Let go baby, I can feel her clutching me. Look at yourself… so beautiful”

Your eyes lock into the reflection in the mirror, Joel’s body loving and feeding you with immense passion. With your cunny about to hit the peak of ecstasy, he pulls one last move.

“Suck” he commands, bringing two digits to your mouth. Your tongue moistens his fingers, and what he does next sends your body into overdrive. Rubbing the digits against your pearl, you yelp his name and claw the wooden frame.

“You feel that baby? The excitement building in your pussy? You’re gonna come,honey.”

“Joel— it’s too much”

“Let go for me, baby. Wanna feel you collapse on me. Don’t fight it.”

Like a volcano about to erupt, your body gives in and it’s the most staggering experience of your life. Body seizering, voice cracking, stars blinding your vision. It finally happens.

“Joel… I’m… I’m coming!! I’m coming! Oh my god, I’m coming!”

“Mmm look at you… look at you” Joel teases, feeling you fold on his thick cock while his digits torture your pearl.

Hearing your cries of pleasure, Joel’s climax spills inside you. For a minute the world drifts away and it’s just you and Joel, together.

Easing back from the intense high, you turn towards him. He kisses your mouth without moving a muscle.

“You were amazing, kitten”

Exhaling a sigh of satisfaction, you murmur “Thank you, Joel”

He kisses your head as a way of saying “You’re welcome”

Laying on his chest in a sea of blankets, Joel caresses his digits into your hair; the best remedy to help you fall asleep. Nuzzling against him, you let the hums of his calm breaths rock you like a lullaby.

“Honey?”

“Yes, Joel?” your voice sleepy as you try to focus.

“Do you like waffles or pancakes?”

“Mmmm… pancakes”

He kisses your forehead and murmurs, “Noted”

Joel stays the night, he spoons your restless body never breaking away from you.

The next morning, you’re awoken by the rain tapping on your apartment window with the roar of distant thunder. Rubbing the fatigue from your eyes, you stretch your arm out in hopes of finding Joel. Your head lifts off the pillow when all you feel is the sheets. At first, you figure he’s gone but his denim shirt lies ruffled on the floor. You roll out of the comforter and scamper along the room. Pulling his shirt off the floor, you wrap it around yourself. Leaving it open, you throw your hair in a messy bun and make your way down the hall. Walking closer to the kitchen, the comforting smell of coffee and blueberry pancakes wafts along the space.

Peaking through the wall, you find Joel in his boxer briefs whisking batter while whistling an unfamiliar tune. You watch as he takes a sip of coffee and flips pancakes up in the air. He’s so cute in his own little world. His eyes meet yours and smiles, “Hey, sleepyhead”

You emerge from your hiding spot, “Good morning, Mr. Miller”

He hands you a sunflower coffee mug and you stand on your tippy toes to deliver a kiss.

“Nice shirt,” he jokes.

“Borrowing it from a friend” you say while taking a sip of coffee.

Sitting at the barstool watching Joel’s cooking show, you’re impressed by how he flips pancakes into the air and gets them to land perfectly in the pan.

“That’s quite a talent” you compliment.

He scoffs, “It’s years of practice. My daughter Sarah loved watching The Food Network as a kid, so I was pretty much forced into learning how to flip pancakes in the air”

He tells you more about his daughter. She’s a college student studying to be a doctor and she loves soccer, horror movies, and of course her dad. Questions about her mom floated around your head, but you didn’t want to open that can of worms.

Taking another sip of coffee, Joel turns off the stove and waltzes over to you. Cupping your face, he glides his thumb along your cheek.

“What?” you giggle.

“You’re just so…cute”

Before you can reply, Joel picks you up off the stool making you shriek. He lays you on the edge of the dining room table. Kissing his coffee scented mouth, his digits glide along your tummy opening the shirt.

“What about breakfast?”

“It’s laying right here” he mutters, tracing his mouth down your body.

He makes you see the stars twice before sitting down to finally eat breakfast.

🥞🫐☕️🌌💋

Tagging: @jazzy11scorpio @baronessvonglitter @mani-pedro @deaneatspie @katssecretdiary @littledes1re @tateypots @fairylights-throughthemist @pascalispunkczechia @xbeababyx

And all my other pookies I love you 💕💕💕

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No one:

Me thinking about writing a story where the reader plays Twister with Joel and things get…

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@xbeababyx thanks for the tag sweets 💕

@jazzy11scorpio @pascalispunkczechia @baronessvonglitter @tateypots @foreveratlantica-blog @littledes1re @deaneatspie @whocaresstillthelouvre @gothcsz @joelsrose @algressman16 @chasingthepoguelife @katssecretdiary @pedropascallvr @fairylights-throughthemist @iamladyp

favirote moots?

(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

Okay wait

@ibrokeurheartbcuzubrokemine @foliverfalls @allyeilishh @addisonraesbaby @emiliesblohsh @bilsslut @noodleswashere @bilsbabyy @bitchesbrokenpromises @billsdollie

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I will continue writing about Pedro’s characters, but I might be throwing some Tom Hardy into the mix 🙈🙈🙈

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my preferred pronouns are babygirl & princess

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PEDRO PASCAL as JAVIER PEÑA Narcos (2015-2017) 2.05 "The Enemies of My Enemy" | requested by @gothcsz

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Bored at work, best time to start

F*ck, Marry, K*ll 😂

Okie here are the options: Clint, Joel, Harry

K: Please don’t hate me, but I have to say bye to Harry. Absolutely loved him, but his lavish life would intimidate me.

F: CLINT🙏🏼🙌🏻 He would totally be a freak in the sheets

M: Joel 💕💍 such a sweet baby angel and I wanna make him happy with love and head 😂

Tagging my hunnies but anyone is welcome to play: @jazzy11scorpio @baronessvonglitter @foreveratlantica-blog @mani-pedro @tateypots @fairylights-throughthemist @deaneatspie @littledes1re @pascalispunkczechia

[joelmillerswife9]

his favorite girl

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Wow🥵🥵🔥🔥🔥

The short story that inspired Do you see me now

Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: You’re just the intern, tasked with keeping your head down on set. Pedro Pascal is the lead, the producer—untouchable. But when a dangerous encounter at an after party forces him to act, the lines between professionalism, desire, and control blur beyond repair. Scenes: Nightclub, back alley Warnings: dubious consent, power imbalance, smut, rough sex, obsession, age gap, possessiveness, moral tension, emotionally charged confrontation, public sex, jealousy Triggerwarning: Attempted sexual assault

Off Script: The Intern’s Temptation

It didn't start as a game. Not really.

When I landed the internship for Pedro Pascal’s new film, I was just grateful to be there. The shoot was just outside L.A., and I was one of four college interns assisting the directing team.

Pedro wasn't just the lead; he was a producer. And he wasn't what I expected. He was polite, focused, respectful—not cold, but guarded. Controlled. Of course, he was attractive—everyone knew that. But what truly stuck with me was the way he looked at people, like he could see straight through them.

At first, I simply did my job: brought coffee, printed schedules, took notes. I’d offer a smile when he passed, but he rarely said more than necessary. The more invisible I felt to him, the more I yearned for his notice.

Then I started seeing the cracks: the way his gaze lingered a beat too long when I laughed with a camera guy, the clench of his jaw as I walked past in heels, the way he’d avoid my eyes when I stood too close. Yet, he never said a word.

I began to wonder—was I imagining it? Or was he fighting something too?

Then came the afterparty. They’d rented out a downtown bar just for the crew—loud music, low lights, open bar. I wore something tight, something he hadn’t seen me in before. Not desperate, just… noticeable.

He sat in a booth near the back, nursing a whiskey. Watching. Always watching. But his face gave nothing away.

That’s when Noah found me. He was a production assistant—young, charming, and smug in the way guys get when they think they’re the fun choice. He handed me a drink with a grin.

“You look like you could use a distraction.”

I took it, smiling. He was cute enough, and he saw me. That was more than Pedro had done all night.

We danced, close. His hands knew where to rest, and I let him—not because I felt something, but because I wanted to feel seen. And I knew Pedro was watching. Even if he didn’t show it, I felt his stare like heat against my spine.

Noah leaned down, whispering something cocky in my ear. I laughed—too loud, too bright.

“Want some air?” he asked.

I hesitated, then nodded. Pedro wasn’t going to do anything anyway.

We stepped out through the back into a narrow alley. The air was cool, the night humming around us. Noah lit a cigarette.

“You and Pascal,” he said casually. “That’s a weird little thing you’ve got going on.”

I stiffened. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “You’re trying to get his attention. But he’s not the type to chase. Guys like him—they don’t go for girls like us. You know that, right?”

My stomach tightened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He stepped closer. “Sure you do. But you don’t have to keep playing games. I can give you what he won’t.” His voice had changed—darker now. His eyes, too. His hand found my waist.

I pulled away. “Don’t touch me.”

Noah grinned, clearly not heeding my warning. He’d flirted with me on set, but I’d always avoided him, never picking up on his advances. He knew about my crush on Pedro and evidently thought he could easily replace him. He reached for me again, his hand sliding around my waist possessively.

I pushed him back, harder this time. “Noah, seriously. Stop.”

But he just laughed, took another drag from his cigarette, and moved closer. “Come on, Eve. You know you want it.”

“I don’t.”

“Don’t play coy. I saw you staring at Pascal all night. You’re just upset he didn’t chase you.”

Anger flared in my chest. Before I could respond, before I could tell him to fuck off, he grabbed my arm and pulled me against him, pinning me against the damp alley wall. His mouth grazed my ear, his voice a taunt. “I saw you staring at him, dollface. I know you want attention. I know you want something from me, too.”

I whimpered. “Get off me!” I tried to squirm away, but he just laughed, his fingers digging into my skin. I turned my face away, disgusted.

Pedro stepped out of the shadows, his voice low and controlled. “Get your hands off of her, right now.”

Noah turned his head with a smirk. “You should have said something sooner, man. She’s mine now.”

Pedro stepped closer, his voice dangerously quiet. “I said get your hands off of her.”

Noah laughed, tightening his grip on me. He leered at Pedro. “Or what, old man? You gonna hit me? Don’t be stupid.”

Pedro didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Noah by the collar, yanking him away from me so hard he nearly choked, and threw him to the ground. “Stay the fuck away from her.”

“You’re gonna regret that, old man.” Noah sneered, rubbing his throat as he climbed to his feet. “You know what, forget her. I’m going to —”

“You’re not gonna do shit.”

“Fine, have her then” Noah left, running through the door.

And then we were alone. Pedro turned toward me, but there was no relief in his expression. Just fury.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he snapped.

I blinked. “What?”

“Going out here with him. Letting him hang all over you like that. You should’ve known what he was like.”

“I thought he was being nice…”

“You don’t think,” he growled. “You just move around like you don’t realize what you do to people.”

I stepped back against the wall, stunned. “Are you blaming me?”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “No. I’m blaming me. Because I’ve been watching you flirt and smile and laugh and... God, you have no idea.”

“No idea about what?” I whispered.

He looked at me then, and his guard finally cracked. “I can barely control myself around you.”

The silence hit like thunder. I stared at him, my heart racing.

“What did you just say?”

He stepped forward, his body close, his hands braced against the wall beside my head. “I’ve been trying to stay away,” he said, voice low. “Trying to keep things professional. You’re young. You’re smart. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. And I’ve been telling myself I’m too old, too involved, too everything…”

I couldn’t breathe.

“But then you go and let someone like him touch you…”

Pedro cupped my jaw and tilted my face up. I saw the hunger in his eyes just before his mouth crashed against mine. He kissed me hard and deep, parting my lips with his tongue. I moaned, opening to him, my arms clutching at his shoulders, his neck, pulling him closer as his hands slid through my hair. A low growl came from his throat, and he pressed me back, harder, the kiss turning desperate.

He pulled back a fraction, his breath ragged. His eyes burned into mine, and I saw the struggle in them, how long he’d been fighting this. Then his face hardened with decision, and he muttered, “Fuck it.”

He grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the wall above my head. I gasped and arched into him, even as he used his grip to hold me in place. With his lips hovering above mine, his words were a fierce whisper.

Pedro released my hands and grabbed my waist, lifting me up so I was straddling him, the wall behind me supporting my back. He kissed me desperately, messily. I moaned into his mouth, loving the feeling of his hard body between my legs. I could feel his cock pressing into me, and I ground against him, wanting more. He growled and kissed me even harder, his hands moving to cup my ass as he pressed up against me.

“God, I shouldn’t be doing this,” he muttered under his breath, “this isn’t good, I can’t stop,” as he kissed me and touched my body all over. His mouth devoured mine, greedily, possessively. His tongue explored my mouth. His hands, rough and warm, grasped my hips, then slid up to caress my waist. I had no words for this, moaning into him, gasping as his thumbs grazed the undersides of my breasts.

Pedro froze, his body pressed against mine, his breath hot on my lips. “Tell me to stop,” he growled, his voice ragged. I looked up at him, my chest heaving, my heart pounding. A million thoughts raced through my mind, but they all dissolved into nothing but need. For him. I reached up, tugging at the back of his neck, pulling him down to me even as he tried to hold back.

Pedro froze, his eyes widening slightly as he realized what his hand had found. He looked down at where his fingers had made contact with the slick fabric covering my pussy. The evidence of my arousal was unmistakable, and he swallowed hard, a low groan escaping his lips. “Eve,” he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of desire and disbelief.

Pedro grazed my neck with his teeth and then let out a deep, ragged moan. “You want me that bad,” he said, for which I answered with another moan. “I shouldn’t do this.” I felt his words vibrate along my jaw as he spoke. “You’re going to get me into so much trouble.” Even as he said the words, pushing them out loud to remind himself, I felt him push two fingers against the delicate, wet fabric of my panties.

Pedro’s body tensed. His fingers pressed harder against me, attempting to resist. But I could feel him shaking, losing control. With a growl, Pedro shoved my panties aside and parted my folds, gathering my wetness. He curled two fingers, sliding them into me, his breathing ragged. “Fuck... You’re so tight,” he murmured against my lips, his thumb finding my clit, his mouth claiming mine. “So wet…”

Pedro’s fingers curled, hitting that spot inside me that made my legs tremble. He pumped harder, faster, his thumb working my clit in tight circles. The last remnants of my resolve crumbled under his skillful touch. I was gasping, moaning, half-mad with want. And he knew it, felt it. His lips crushed mine in a kiss filled with fire and sin.

Pedro slowly withdrew his fingers from my soaked pussy with a wet smack, his eyes locked onto mine as he raised them to his mouth. He sucked my sweet nectar from his fingertips, his eyes rolling back with pleasure as his dick throbbed and twitched in his jeans. “You taste so fucking good,” he groaned. “But I want more than just a taste.” His hand slid beneath me, cupping my ass, and he lifted me effortlessly.

Pedro unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, thick and twitching with need. I gasped at the sight of him. So hard. So big. He swiped a thumb through my slickness, coating his length, and groaned.

Without a word, Pedro lined up the thick head of his cock with the entrance of my pussy. He stole a harsh, hungry kiss, and before I could catch my breath, he thrust into me hard and deep. We both gasped into each other’s mouths, our bodies locking together as he filled me completely. There was no gentleness now, no hesitation. Only the raw, primal need to take and be taken.

Pedro thrust inside me, and I moaned loudly, burying my face in his neck to muffle the sound. He cursed under his breath and ground against me, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. I clung to him, panting, my face flushed and damp. He should stop. We should stop. But he shifted his grip, sliding his hands to my waist, and he pulled me off the wall, away from his cock. I let out a small whimper of protest, and he smirked.

He grabbed my butt and squeezed hard, making me moan into his mouth, pulling me closer, tighter to him. He smacked the softly jiggling flesh, and I gasped, breaking the kiss just as I came. Pedro took advantage of my parting lips and dove in again, sinking his tongue into my mouth, muffling the shrieks and screams of my orgasm. I whipped my upper body forward and stuck my face in his…

Pedro didn't wait for me to finish coming down from my high. He lined up his throbbing cock with my drenched entrance and slammed deep into me, ramming hard against my cervix. My harness came undone in my wild thrashing, and I moaned into his mouth. The sound was muffled by his forceful kiss, but the vibration of my voice sent sensation shooting down his spine.

Pedro pulled back, keeping only the tip of his cock inside me, and he felt my pussy clamp down, already so sensitive from the intense climax that just coursed through my body. He knew I was close again, and the realization sent pure lust surging through him, straight to his aching, swollen dick. “More,” I begged, gripping his shoulders, my nails threatening to break skin.

Pedro began to fuck me hard, his cock slamming into me over and over again, each thrust pushing me against the wall behind me. He growled into my ear, “You feel so fucking good. I can’t hold back much longer.” He pulled back slightly to look into my eyes, his pupils dilated with need. I panted heavily, but I didn't speak. Words couldn't form on my tongue.

My eyes fluttered open, a silent plea to him as he hammered his length into me. I tried to speak, to form words, but his hand covered my mouth completely, his thumb pushing my chin down. My hand gripped his wrist, weak, desperate, but he didn’t budge. He saw the desperation in my eyes, felt my hand twitching against his wrist, but there was no holding back now.

Pedro’s grip on me tightened as my nails dug into his shoulders. His body tensed, and he thrust his rock-hard cock into me a final time, holding himself deep in my depths as he began to unload his fertile sample inside. He grabbed the twine of my silhouette harness draped over its right shoulder and yanked, making it tighter as it bit into my velvet-like skin.

Pedro’s dick pulsed deep inside me, pumping rope after rope of heated semen into my squeezing pussy. He groaned against my neck, the sheer intimacy and primality of the moment heightened by the slow turn of the zipper motoring around my silhouette harness and the swaying of a firecam taped to one of my tits as carefully crafted contractions began to grip his length.

Pedro collapsed to the floor, his body slick with sweat. Somehow, he managed to keep his shaft deep inside me, my pussy gripping and milking him even as his cock began to soften. He sat back on the heels of his shoes, bringing me with him, my strong thighs locked around him. My legs were getting weak and shaky as the noises of my heavy breathing started filling the room as I tightened around his cock.

For a long moment, we simply existed there, the rough brick of the alley wall pressing against my back, the cool night air a stark contrast to the desperate heat still radiating between our tangled bodies. Pedro's breath slowly evened out against my neck, and I felt the profound release of tension in his powerful frame. My own body trembled with lingering aftershocks, a delicious ache settling deep within me.

He finally pulled back a fraction, his eyes, usually so guarded, now soft and vulnerable. He looked at me, truly looked at me, and in his gaze, I saw a profound tenderness, a vulnerability that mirrored my own. He slowly, reluctantly, withdrew from me, a wet sound echoing softly in the narrow space. He shifted, carefully helping me stand, his hands lingering on my waist, a gentle, reassuring anchor.

The alley felt colder now, the wild magic of the moment beginning to settle, replaced by the quiet hum of the night and the stark reality of where we were. Pedro’s eyes, still dark with lingering desire, searched mine, raw and exposed.

"Eve," he whispered, his voice rough with spent passion, yet incredibly gentle. "God, Eve..." He trailed off, his thumb stroking my cheek.

I reached up, my fingers tracing the hard line of his jaw, his stubble rough beneath my touch. "Pedro," I whispered back, my voice barely a breath, the immense weight of what just happened settling intimately between us.

A soft, almost pained smile touched his lips, a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes—wonder, fear, a dawning realization. He pulled me into one last tight embrace, pressing his forehead against mine, his scent filling my lungs, comforting and overwhelming.

"I don't know what comes next for us," he murmured, his voice barely audible, the words hanging in the cool night air like a whispered secret, a shared uncertainty. He then slowly stepped back, a palpable reluctance in his movements, leaving a sudden, chilling void where his warmth had been. He looked towards the door that led back to the party, then back at me, a silent promise and a question in his eyes.

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in character vs. out of character (or his default puppy dog eyes)

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Sunday Rides

Summary: You and your biker boyfriend Joel go on a picnic that ends with the two of you making love in the rain 🙈💕Reader is 29 Joel is 36

I loved writing this and I hope you love it as well! Also, I do have a header for this, but I’m posting on my phone and I’ll upload it when I’m in front of my computer.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Kissing. S*x in public, pet names, cursing, no apocalypse, Joel rubs tanning lotion on reader.

“You know I’m such a fool for you..

You got me wrapped around your finger…

Do you have to let it linger….

Do ya have to.. do ya have to….”

The soft rhythm of The Cranberries mixed with the occasional radio static roams along the peaceful house. You hum the melody as you stir a freshly made pitcher of strawberry lemonade, Joel’s favorite. You pour the tangy refreshment into two mason jars and seal the lids on tight. Placing them at the bottom of the red cooler backpack, you check off items Joel told you to prepare.

“Okay..” Counting with your fingers, you make sure nothing is missing.

“Lemonde… sandwiches… fruit cups… utensils ... suntan lotion… sunglasses…Joel said he will bring towels… that’s everything”

You maneuver the items into the pack and set it on the wooden kitchen island. The clock ticks 10:50, Joel said to be ready for a surprise at 11. Cleaning up the counter of dirty knives and crumbs, a young vibrant voice flows along the radio speaker:

“Good mornin’ to all you hunnies soakin’ in the warm Texas sun and good vibes on this gorgeous Sunday morning. Whether you’re still in bed or out and about, we hope you stick around listenin’ to 95.9 TXRadio! We’re gonna continue our 90’s throwback party after these messages and when we come back we’ll tell you how to land tickets to that upcoming Kenny Chesney concert in Dallas, so don’t turn that dial!!”

After wiping the counters and sweeping the floor, you patter up the stairs to grab for sandals and a pair of sunglasses. You choose a pair of red flip flops to match your cherry patterned bikini, that hugs your body under your high waisted denim shorts and white baby tee. Grabbing the heart shaped sunglasses to complete the look, you pull your curls back in a cute half up half down style. It’s very reminiscent of those 1950’s pin up models you idolized as a young girl. You can’t help but feel like a classic beauty as you glance at your reflection in the mirror applying coconut flavored lip gloss. You’re sparkling from the inside out. After sporting one last look in the mirror, the doorbell rings from downstairs.

“Coming!” you sing out into the open.

Darting down the stairs, you swing the front door open to find Joel leaning his body up against the old door frame. You’re taken back by the look he’s modeling; aviator sunglasses that put Maverick to shame, a tight black t-shirt that accentuates every bulging muscle in his arms and torso with a denim jacket to compliment, and blue bootcut jeans that make his meaty thighs look irresistible. Unable to calculate syllables, you yank Joel by the shirt pulling him out of the unforgiving Texas heat. Your lips smack onto each other like a tidal wave, Joel moans sucking the short lasting gloss off your bottom lip.

“Mmmmm… ya taste good, kitten”

“Thank you” You mutter snaking your arms around his cozy neck bringing him closer.

If he hadn’t planned a schedule, Joel would have hoisted you over his shoulder for a quick shag in the living room. But, the weather was calling for afternoon rain showers so ya’ll needed to get a move on. Leaving one last kiss on your swollen lips, he pulls away. Immediately, you feel the withdrawal growing from the distance of his touch and mouth.

“Did you get everything, kitten?”

“Yes I did” nodding in agreement.

“Good girl” he says, delivering a peck on your forehead. He follows you into the kitchen where the cooler pack rests on the island. Slinging it over your back like it’s nothing, Joel grabs for something in his back pocket.

“Before we go, I need you to put this on. It’s part of the surprise” In his palm lies a wrinkled bandana. Cocking your head, you grasp the cloth placing it over your eyelids. Turning around, Joel hums an unfamiliar tune while his digits tie a small knot.

“Too tight?” A phrase he’s asked before in the bedroom. You nod your head no. All of the other senses go haywire wondering what this surprise could be. Interlacing his fingers between yours, Joel guides you down the hall. The front door creaks open, the warm breeze tickles at your skin.

“Alright darlin, we’re steppin’ out onto the porch.. I got ya”

Not letting go of your hand Joel guides you, “Alight, keep walkin’... one step… and another.. good girl… just a few more steps.. okay, kitten take it off”

Sliding the cloth over your curls, you squeal in excitement. Parked in the driveway, a red and black Harley Davidson Classic glistens in the sunlight. It resembles the motorcycle that old Hollywood star Marlon Brando rode in your favorite film, The Wild One. The same movie that was showing at Daddy O's Drive-In when Joel brought you there for a first date. He knew you appreciated the classics and in that moment, you could see his heart of gold under the rustic cowboy persona. Nuzzing into the front seat of his pick up truck, you watched the film while feeding each other reeses pieces (his choice) and sweet tart ropes (your favorite). Joel didn’t care much for the film, he was more invested in watching the excitement in your bright eyes; how they darted at the fast motorcycles zigzagging on the screen. He loved the way your teeth grazed your bottom lip at the sight of Marlon Brando. He loved that you appreciated the simplicity of life.

Tears well up around your eyelids; Joel did all of this out of love and appreciation for you.

“You like it?” Joel questions wrapping himself behind you.

“Like? I love it, Joel! Where did you find it?”

“Remember the rancher on Elmer Street that Tommy and I have been working on? Well, we found it abandoned in an old shed and I’ve been fixin’ it up for a couple of weeks. After a few adjustments and a upgraded paint job, she’s good as new”

“Joel,.. I- it’s amazing. Can we go for a ride?” you ask.

“That’s the plan, kitten. Hop on” giving a little smack to your butt you waste no time. Straddling the seat behind Joel, the hot leather stings your thigh but you don’t even care. You’re bursting to get out on the road. Joel adjusts the mirrors, your heart-shaped sunglasses block your bright eyes, but nothing could hide the enthusiasm oozing out of your smile.

“You ready my little highway queen?” Joel asks, sticking the key in the ignition.

“I was born ready, baby” there was a hint of arousal in your tone. You're aching for him to rev the engine.

One click, and the engine purrs like a kitten sending shockwaves between your legs. Joel chuckles at the thought of you getting turned on by a machine. Slowly easing out of the driveway, Joel takes it easy through the neighborhood. Your hands enfold around his torso for support. Passing one house and another, the ride is smooth as honey. Out on the main road, Joel revs the engine a little harder, the vibration growls as it intensifies. A couple of traffic lights and stop signs, Joel gets off the exit heading away from town. That’s when the fun begins. No limits on the highway. It’s just you, Joel, and the open road. The motorcycle goes from 30- 90mph with a snap of your fingers and you grip tighter around him. You’ve never felt a sense of liberation like you do at this moment. The thrill wrenching through your veins is indescribable, but you want to chase it for the rest of your life. The mountains, the highway, the fields, it’s your playground. Joel’s palm finds yours and delivering a soft kiss on your skin. Through the heart shaped sunglasses, you get a glimpse of Joel in the mirror. His lips curved into a grin as his dark locks danced in the fast breeze. His aviators perched perfectly on his strong nose; he’s timeless to you. Moving your hands from his torso to his shoulders, you bring your lips closer to his neck. Brushing your mouth along his skin, you plant delicate kisses along his neck and ear. He twitches at the kitten lick around his earlobe.

“You’re gonna make me crash” he hollers.

Quoting a song from The Smiths, you croon in his ear, “To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die”

He shakes his head at your sense of humor. Revving the engine, Joel takes off on the blacktop. Mountains, street lines, everything passes before your eyes quicker than a lightning bolt. You feel invincible sitting behind Joel; you wonder if the ability to fly is possible. Tilting your chin to the sapphire sky, you inhale a taste of freedom. Without thinking, your fingertips slip away from Joel’s denim jacket along with your palms. Gracefully stretching your arms over your head, you have an urge to scream out into the universe to let the whole world know what you’re feeling. Taking in a deep breath, you let out a ferocious howl that echoes past the mountains.

“Let it out, babygirl,” Joel utters to himself, admiring you in the side mirror.

After 30 minutes on the road, Joel turns onto a bumpy dirt path that makes your body hop up and down. You can’t help but laugh at the titillating motion. A couple more zigzags and Joel parks the Harley. This was the real surprise.

“Oh.. Joel.. this is” you lift your sunglasses off your face to view the breathtaking landscape. Scenery like this could only be consummated from your daydreams or Van Gogh’s artwork. You blink twice to make sure it’s real. A crystal clear lake that stretches beyond the blue sky accompanied by a field of wild sunflowers swaying in the gentle gust. Mountains peak in the distance while the mockingbird chirps along the pink and green salix of a willow tree.

Joel leans into you brushing his scruffy beard across your cheek, “I know you’d like it. Cmon.. let’s get to explorin’”

Joel jumps off the bike and crotches down to the leather satchel on the side of the Harley. He grabs two towels and a polaroid camera. Placing his denim jacket on the seat, trails of sweat travel down his neck making your mouth water. He looks like a god in the blistering sun. Joel lends a hand out helping you off the machine. From the intense vibrations of the motor, your legs feel like jelly when you stand up. Walking off the numbness, you two walk down to the willow tree overlooking the lake.

“This is perfect” you say, placing the cooler pack in the shady region. Grabbing the picnic blanket from the side, the checkered red and white cloth stretches along the grass. You kick your flip flops on opposite sides to keep it from blowing away. While you set everything up, Joel struts towards the lake. Overlooking the mountains, you gasp at the sight of his shirt effortlessly being stripped from his solid core, over his tousled curls. The muscles in his back flex as he rolls the tension out of his shoulders. His sun kissed skin exposes a beautiful alignment of freckles along his shoulders and back. Hands in his pockets, he turns to you smiling behind the reflected aviators. Rising to your knees, you prance towards Joel at the edge of the water.

“How’s it goin?” he questions putting an arm around you.

“We’re all set up, captain”

Joel’s hand cups your face drawing you in for a kiss. There’s a taste of salt on his lips when your tongues collide, fueling your hunger for more of Joel’s affection. Jumping into him, he wraps your body around him pulling you closer. The baby tee slips over your head, Joel becomes feral at the sight of your cherry bikini top. A soft groan rumbles in his chest.

“You know what cherries do to me”

“That’s why I wore it” biting your lip grinning.

“C’mon.. Daddy’s starvin’” Joel throws you over his shoulder making you squeal. Planting a little smack on your bottom, he makes way to the willow tree. Laughing and kicking your legs, you playfully shout, “Don’t drop me”. Joel delicately puts you down and sits up on the blanket. Opening the pack, you assemble two mason jars of strawberry lemonade, homemade fruit cups assorted with berries and citrus fruits, and chicken salad sandwiches. His eyes widen at the sight of his favorite foods.

“This looks amazing babe, you made all my favorites” Joel praises removing his aviators from his face.

Even after four years, his eyes make your heart melt like a popsicle that’s been left out in the middle of the desert. While eating lunch together under the willow tree, you gaze out into the field of sunflowers. The tall yellow stems whip from one side to the other letting its grass honey aroma make its way to your picnic. You’d love to take some home to liven up the dining room.

“Do you mind if I go pick some flowers, Joel”

“Go ahead, darlin” Joel says, gnawing on a strawberry.

Grabbing a pair of cutting scissors from the pack you run along the hill to the sunflowers. Joel turns to watch; he smiles at how your curls bounce along the red strings of your bikini. There’s concentration in your hand motions like one little hiccup in your cutting skills could damage the flower. Snipping the flowers one by one, Joel grabs for his Polaroid. He adjusts the lenses and snaps a shot of you. The film snakes out at the bottom of the camera, it’s perfect. Joel stands to his knees making his way towards you; his boots making loud crunches on the tall grass. Bringing the camera to eye level Joel hollers, “Smile”. Right as you turn around the camera clicks. You laugh and bring the fresh cut flowers to your face, only your eyelids are visible.

Hands waving in the air you dramatically plead, “Paparazzi, please! No pictures!”

“Cmon, kitten. I can never have too many pictures of your gorgeous face”

Lost in his eyes, you bring the bouquet of flowers to his chest and smile. He brings the camera to his eyes, but pauses before snapping the picture. He inches towards you and brings the bouquet closer to your face, only showing your eyelids. Sweeping a piece of hair out of the way, his digit glides along the bridge of your nose.

“Stunning” he compliments.

“Stay right there. That’s perfect, baby girl” Joel says, getting the camera ready. Your eyes curve from the hidden smile on your lips. The camera clicks and the polaroid prints out at the bottom.

“Lemme see” you say, dropping the flowers to your waist.

The polaroid clears up, a silent “Wow” paints along Joel’s lips. He can never have too many photos of you, but this one is like no other. The natural beauty exudes off the film. Your eyes and skin glow in the sun, your hair rests perfectly on your shoulders. The photo is like a lost memory from the past, like a flower child from the 1960’s. You’re timeless in the photograph.

“It’s nice” you say.

“Nice? It’s exquisite, darlin’. Might have to send it in to one of those fashion magazines you’re always readin’ ”

Chuckling, you kiss his lips and guide him back to the willow tree. While walking Joel’s hands find your back.

“Oohh kitten, you’re lookin’ a little red. You bring sunblock?”

You nod yes. Back under the willow tree, you unzip a side pocket and reach for the suntan lotion. Joel takes it from your hands and tells you to sit in front of him. His fingers swift your hair out of the way; the lotion topper pops and Joel squeezes dabbles of lotion in his palm. Rubbing his hands together, Joel’s warm hands massage your toasty shoulders. Between the cool moisturizer and Joel’s digits kneading into your skin, your body arches into his touch. You’re like an addict when it comes to Joel because he doesn’t just touch; he explores you. Every cell in your body is electrified the minute his digits make contact with your flesh. His hands exude a combination of protection, warmth, and desire leaving you with an overwhelming crave. Popping a slice of kiwi into your mouth, you look out into the horizon. Your eyes flutter as Joel’s touch moves down your back to your waist.

“Hmm.. that’s nice, Joel”

His body moves closer to yours until his torso and chest are kissing up against your back. Wrapping his arms around your tummy, his face rests on your shoulders. A tickle from his beard makes you quiver. Reaching for his hand, you guide him along the crevices of your chest.

“Can’t have these pretty lil babies get burnt” Joel grabs the tanning lotion and drizzles the creamy liquid on your chest. Eyes closed, mouth slightly parted he feeds your addiction. Gently rubbing in the lotion, his hand slips inside your bikini top. His lips nibble the nape of your neck while his firm hands knead and thumb your breast. Teeth grazing your bottom lip, you pathetically whimper his name. Before long, gray clouds shade a way the sun, the wind shifts in an opposite direction.

“Let’s go for a swim, kitten,” Joel whispers in your ear. Breaking the sexual tension, you agree. Joel gets up while you adjust yourself on the picnic blanket. Throwing his boots off, Joel unbuckles his pants leaving him in his boxer briefs.

“Where’s your bathing suit?” you question.

Lacing his digits around his waistline he smirks, “I don’t remember putting that on the list”

The fabric falls from his thighs; he stands there naked as Michelangelo’s David.

“Joel! Someone’s gonna see you” you’re head swinging from side to side.

He laughs “Nobody around but us, darling.”

He walks down to the lake while you watch every muscle in his back flex. His gorgeous toned ass bopping around freely. Tagging along, your body bounces along the water creating little ripples. Splashing, swimming, and laughing; your bikini slings to your wet skin. Joel bites his lip at the view of your nipples poking through your top.

“C’mhere” Joel grabs your wrist and pulls you into him. Your legs wrap around his waist while his arms snake around your back. You lean back letting your curls kiss the water. Joel pulls you back up running his digits through your soaked hair.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, shaking his head. Cocking your head down your eyes flirt, but then your heart skips at the feeling of your strings being untied.

“Hey, what do you think you're doing?”

“What am I doin’?” he questions loosening the red string around your back. His fingers make their way to your neck playing with the second set of ties.

“Joel…” you whisper.

He hushes you with his lips, the ties come undone leaving you topless. The water temperature drops a couple degrees cooler as he slings the top over his shoulder. You look from side to side and Joel cups your face.

“Kitten, stop worryin’ so much. It’s just you and me. Focus on me..” the sentence ends with Joel’s mouth on yours. The tension settles and you do exactly what he says. All your focus is on him. One hand on his cheek while the other gets lost in his curls, you deepen the kiss. The taste of strawberry lemonade lingers on his tongue making you moan. Gripping onto his arm, you gasp at the feeling of his shaft brushing up against your bikini bottoms.

Joel’s hands cup your ass and you thrusts against his erection. “Take em off, Joel” you whimper. With one swoop, your bottoms strip away from your thighs; he tosses the garment over the same shoulder. Letting your body adjust to the cold temperature, Joel nuzzles his face into your neck making your heart race like the wind. His cock grows bigger as he feels your cunny close to him. Your crave for Joel is on overdrive.

“Joel… I---”

“Talk to me. What does my baby girl want?” he whispers along your collarbone.

“I.. aahh… I wanna ride you” you confess locking your digits into his curls.

“God I love you”, Joel growls. Steadying your thighs, you shriek his name while he enters your tight cunny. Inch by inch Joel’s cock fills your walls, making your nails claw into his skin. Catching your breath, you start rolling your hips into him creating ripples in the water. His big strong hands travel along your thighs and ass guiding you up and down on his shaft.

“J-Joel… God!” you shriek as you put more power into your thrusts. Stretching your chin to the gray sky, you sing out moans and squeals of pleasure. Lost in the sensation, a droplet of water plants on your nose, and then your forehead, and two more on your lips. The rumbling sound of thunder forces you to open your eyes. Before you two know it, Texas is downpouring on you feral little fiends.

“Good timing,” Joel laughs. The thunder, the rain, the rippling tide doesn’t stop you two. If anything, it adds to the excitement. You slick Joel’s hair back and kiss him hard on the lips.

“I have an idea.. Hold on to me” he commands. Grabbing onto his shoulders, Joel starts walking out of the lake and back to the willow tree. With his cock still inside your drenched cunny, you involuntarily continue thrusting and rolling your hips like your life depends on it. You body reacts like you could die if you stop feeling Joel.

“Mmm fuck, honey. This is a new move” he jokes as you continue riding him standing up. His firm hands on your ass making sure you don’t stop grinding; his slap makes your back arch. Finally making it to the picnic blanket, Joel lays you down on the soaked cotton. Soaked from head to toe, he follows the droplets of water dance on your skin. He kisses and licks every dribble of water that settles on your breasts to your tummy.

Roping your legs around his waist, you beg him to move. Teasing you at first, he sends a strong thrusts that makes you gasp in delight. His grinds grow deeper, your shrieks get louder, the rain continues to downpour. Like a shield, Joel’s body keeps you warm from the cold droplets.

“Ohhh Joel… Just like that” you pant, kissing his shoulders and massaging his back with your nails.

Grabbing his wrists, you place his hands around the side of your neck. Chin tilted to the sky, Joel grunts at how your skin gleams from the rainfall. He presses his hand lightly on your throat. A wicked smile curves along your lips feeling his mouth kiss and suck around your neck. You tug at his curls in encouragement.

“Joel.. I’m- getting close. You’re gonna…mmmmm…. make me come all over your thick cock” you hiss in his ear.

His hips snap into yours making you buck, but Joel’s strong hands grip onto your hip bone to keep you from squirming; you have no choice but to take all of him. Nails raking into Joel’s wet skin you endure every bit of pleasure he’s delivering inside your sweet cunny. Your sight grows hazy from hitting the peak of ecstasy.

“Come for me, kitten. I wanna feel you unravel on my cock. Mmm cmon, baby.. Come for me. Fuck.. be my good girl..”

He praises you with every thrust and grind until the most intense orgasm cripples every muscle fiber. You are drowning in immense pleasure, chanting over and over that you’re coming on his cock.

“Aaahh ff--fuck!” Joel grunts burying his face into your neck. Clenching your skin, Joel’s body shudders as his orgasm releases inside your warm cunny. Filling you to the brim, his hot seed starts dripping out of you. Your walls clench around him not wanting to let go. His breath echoes in your eardrums; you comfort him with delicate kisses around his shoulders and neck. Easing back from the high, you and Joel nestle into the afterglow. The rain starts to slow down, the salix from the willow trees protecting you both.

“That was amazing” Joel pants.

“You’re amazing”

As more time goes by, Joel agrees it’s time to go. Pulling clothes back on eachother’s bodies, you pack up the cooler and wrap the bouquet of sunflowers. Ready to hit the road, Joel questions, “Did you have a good day?”

“The best day ever”

One last kiss on the lips and Joel starts the Harley, the engine vibrations a little more intense the second time around. Back on the blacktop, Joel and you ride off into the Texas desert. The clouds part and the sun peeks through the gray sky. The perfect ending to the perfect day.

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