#pedro fuckin' pascal

[sixhours]

Pedro Pascal in "For All the Lovesick Mad Sad Geniuses" by Ngozi Anyanwu

[joeldidnothingwrong]

lose the attitude, cariño.

[moodstabilizr]

this man looks at me like this i am SNITCHING. i am going to PRISON.

[for-a-longlongtime]

Pedro's writing

Ever since he interviewed David Duchovny about his book The Reservoir and he spoke about his own writing, I've been wishing so badly that we could read anything that he's worked on - although I'm sure his old writings from when he was starting out will never see the light of day, seems like they were very personal.

But then now he just did a little blurb about director Celine Song for Time Magazine, and I just... help? I can't stop re-reading it. Fucking love how earnest it is and how he uses language. And yeah, I've got it pretty bad for him obviously, but come on - he is GOOD at this.

He writes as a writer, and he's a skilled one at that. Sure, everything put out by someone who is as famous as he is - especially for a publication as TIME - has been proofed/edited, and for many folks even ghostwritten I'm sure.

But you can tell this is him.

And I just... need a moment.

Gifs by @a7estrellas | From the ending of Audible interview with David Duchovny

[loganhowlctt]

kris anka (the atsv character designer) ACTUALLY BASED WEBSLINGER'S FACE ON PEDRO PASCAL WHAT THE FUCK

[buckyhoney]

[ladamedusoif]

Just checking in to say I’m being totally normal about a look that to me reads very, very mid-nineteenth-century (slim tailored pants, billowy shirt, those square toe boots in shiny leather I mean COME ON that’s just Romantic fashion 101). I’m totally, totally normal about this.*

*gnaws at walls for foreseeable*

Editing to add that I’ve just yelled in text form at @agentjackdaniels that this is “giving 1830s Delacroix on down time” and I stand by that assessment. Don’t mind me this has broken my 19th century historian brain irretrievably hdjedjjehfjejd

[beardedjoel]

closer | part twelve

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au  

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3  

chapter summary: joel makes you come in his car, then decides that night he wants to make it happen six more times. 10k words.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), soft!dom joel, leaning more into full dom!joel this chapter, thigh riding, unprotected rough sex, spanking, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, overstimulation, joel uses restraints on reader

a/n: sooooo yeah, this chapter is just all smut it’s absolutely 10k words of pure filth i needed to get out of my system, please enjoy my friends x

Joel’s crew is back working on retiling your parents’ bathroom today, sans Joel. He got called for some consulting at one of his work sites and had to leave Ian and Chris to finish up the work. You thought you would maybe feel uncomfortable after Chris’ advances the other day, but luckily you got an alert for an apartment you’d really loved online offering showings, so you quickly schedule a viewing for today, giving you a chance to get out of the house and just let them work.

You tell the boys your plan, and Chris shoots you a somewhat apologetic look as you’re talking. You do feel slightly bad for the guy, he was just asking you out after all, unaware that he’d face Joel’s anger for it. You give him a kind look in return before you slip out of the bathroom and head out of the house. 

You feel a little guilty for going to see this apartment, having told Joel that you weren’t planning to move until the end of summer, but this apartment doesn’t have availability until August, anyways. So there’s no harm in just going to look, right? You don’t want to move away from Joel, but the thought of living in your parents’ accessory apartment for too long is starting to get to you. You’re ready to start fresh - have a place of your own and a job you’d dreamed about. You could invite Joel over and not feel like such a little kid, mooching off of your parents. Sure, you’re doing so much work for them around the house while you stay here, but it doesn’t help the feeling that you’re a teenager again living under their roof. 

You see a call come in from Joel when you’re heading back to your car after the viewing, and you answer nervously, deciding you’ll be honest with him about what you were doing today.

“Hey baby, how’s it going? Are the guys behaving?” Joel’s rich, deep voice comes through the speaker into your ear, melting your insides immediately.

“Uh, good, I actually just got out of an apartment viewing so I’m not home with them. It’s not available until almost September though, so don’t worry,” you say nervously, getting into your car.

“You know what I told you about that, do what you gotta do baby girl. Don’t even worry about me, okay?” Joel replies.

“It’s hard not to,” you say, fiddling with your hands in your lap. Joel chuckles on the other end of the phone.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he says, and you can picture the little head shake he does when he makes comments like that. “Hey, does that mean you’re still out right now?” he asks suddenly.

“Er, yeah, why?”

“Come meet me. I’ll be on a break soon.”

“Meet you at work?” you ask, feeling a little nervous about the prospect.

“No, somewhere else. Private,” he says, his voice going a little lower, and you suddenly understand what kind of meet-up he’s hoping to have.

“Hmm,” you say, smiling into the phone as you feign thinking. “You want me to meet you for lunch again?” you ask innocently, trying to rile him up a little.

“I’m thinking more than lunch, darlin’,” he says, “And I think you know that too.”

“Oh, do I?” You smirk.

“Don’t start with me,” he warns, and you flush a little with anticipation at his tone. “Are you comin’ or not?”

“Send me the address.”

You spot Joel’s truck where he said it would be, parked deep into an empty parking lot next to an alleyway and find a spot right behind it, climbing out of your car and immediately into his right after. You make a bold move and open his driver's side door, climbing in and immediately onto his lap. He already has the seat pushed back as far as he can, leaving plenty of room between you and the steering wheel. You straddle one of his legs and look down at him. His eyes are already dark with desire as they take you in, likely having been sitting here anticipating your arrival with nothing else to distract his mind. 

“Oh?” Joel asks, surprised at the way you’ve chosen to ignore the passenger side of the car. “That ready to go, are we?”

“That’s you, isn’t it? The one practically begging me to drive here.” You give him a challenging look.

Joel tuts, the darkness in his eyes deepening as he grips your chin between his fingers. “Don’t act like you didn’t want this just as much as me, sweet girl. Bet you were thinkin’ all day about the next time I could make you come, weren’t you?” 

You swallow, and a flush creeps up your face and ears, knowing he’s right. You had been distracted a good portion of the day, as usual, thinking about Joel. Without even realizing, you’re nodding and rocking your hips on his leg, the miniskirt you’re wearing offering almost no buffer between your pussy and his jeans.

“Thought so,” he murmurs, snaking a hand into your hair, gripping the back of your head and stroking his fingers delicately. 

“How long do we have?” you ask breathlessly as the pleasure is already building in between your legs while you move. 

“Long enough to make you come two times, at least,” he says, his voice so low and fucking enticing right now along with that smirk plastered on his face. You moan lightly, feeling the material of his jeans bunching up in just the right spot to rub on your clit. You almost stop, seeing him look down to watch your hips gyrating on him like this so shamelessly. His eyes sparkle with approval for your tiny skirt now draped over your legs in a way that leaves little to the imagination as you continue moving on him. Joel starts to pull your shirt up and over your head and you don’t protest, letting him toss it onto the passenger’s seat before he does the same to your bra, leaving you in just the skirt, your tits bouncing lightly in his face as you grind on him.

“Don’t stop, beautiful girl, keep using me. Make yourself come,” he says, tilting his head towards you and brushing his lips along your cheek. It’s so light, but it sends tingles and sparks all down your body. His lips meet yours and suck hard on your bottom lip before he devours you with a passionate kiss. Your hips respond along with your lips, sending them thrusting forward in quicker stokes onto his thigh. 

“Ride my thigh, baby, and afterwards…” he says, teasing you with the trail-off sentence and rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Afterwards…?” you echo, desperate to hear more from him. 

“After you come, I’m gonna fill you with this cock so deep that you can only think to scream my name as you come again and again,” he finishes, and you moan out in pure pleasure at the way his words add on exponentially to the feel of your cunt grinding against him. He reaches around and grabs your ass with one hand, gripping it tightly and forcing your hips forward into him with even quicker thrusts. You flutter your eyes and lean into it, letting him help you close the gap to your quickly approaching climax. 

“Fuckin’ tiny little skirt, you know what you’re doin’ to me, don’t you, sweet girl?” he murmurs, watching the fabric of it move with your hips. “Perfect for me to get a look at this pussy usin’ my thigh like the desperate little thing you are.” You can only moan in response, already completely undone by him, and truthfully, you never stand a chance when it comes to Joel.

Joel’s hands slide up your thighs, reaching under your skirt, then lifting your body up to adjust you in a position to get your underwear off. You whimper at the sudden change, your pussy clenching around nothing as the stimulation on your clit stops. You look at him desperately with dazed eyes and your jaw hanging slack. 

“Hang on, sweet girl,” he coos breathlessly, finally getting your underwear down your legs. “Need to see your needy little cunt dripping all over my leg.” He puts you back on his thigh, your slick folds immediately soaking into his jeans as you move frantically to reach for the pleasure you were feeling moments ago. You sigh a quiet moan as your clit rubs on the fabric again. Joel’s hand slithers back onto your bare ass underneath your skirt and squeezes tightly, a groan slipping from his lips. 

“Atta girl, look at you,” he says, peering down in between your legs. “Makin’ a mess all over me, aren’t you? Shameless little thing, gettin’ so wet because of me.”

His voice now vibrates against your neck, where he’s brushing his lips until they reach right under your ear. The feel of his lips on such a sensitive spot has you trembling, barreling right into your orgasm. You moan louder, riding Joel’s leg hard as your hips push down into his thigh with each thrust while waves of pleasure overtake you with a fiery, tingling sensation. Even on just his leg, the climax he brings out of you is unlike anything else. You loll your head to the side lazily, looking at him with quick breaths as your climax subsides. 

Joel takes one look at your heady stare and reaches down to his belt, undoing it and unzipping his jeans, opening them as wide as they’ll go around his hips. You lick your lips in anticipation when he pulls his cock out and you see just how hard he is. He swiftly moves you to straddle his hips, and within moments he’s resting against your folds, his thick head rubbing down them and getting coated in your wetness. You shudder at the movement over your currently oversensitive nerves and let out a small, whining noise. 

He starts teasing you with small strokes, just dipping the head in and out as he lurches his hips off the seat, looking at you expectantly. You can see how much he needed this, though, as his eyes flutter for a moment, giving him away. He’s holding your hips tightly, not allowing you to move freely onto him, just giving you exactly what he wants to at the moment. You gasp quietly with the need for him already blazing through you again, and you’re not getting enough of him yet. You wriggle down a little further in his grasp, sliding more of him into you. 

“Easy now,” Joel warns, tightening his grip on you enough to leave a mark if he doesn’t let up. “You gonna be a good girl for me and follow my lead so I can take care of you? Or are you gonna find out what happens if you don’t?”

You nod half heartedly, and he gives you an unimpressed look, wanting you to elaborate. “I’ll be good, be your good girl” you breathe out, trying to go slightly limp so he’s able to control your movements better.

“Okay, then,” he says quietly, loosening his hold on your hips slightly and pushing into your pussy further. A groan releases from his lips, his throbbing cock finally finding some relief inside of you. He thrusts in further now, your angle on top of him allowing you to be absolutely full of him as his cock pushes in all the way to the hilt. You can’t believe you can even take it like this, being on top like this allows him even further in than you could’ve imagined when you first saw the size of him.

A low, guttural moan slips out of you before you can even stop it as you sink down as far as you can go onto his cock again. “Oh m-my-'' you try to speak, but Joel shushes you, a hand flying off your hip to gently put a finger to your lips. He stops moving his hips, a small form of punishment for you, and you whine a little.

“I said I only wanna hear my name coming from that mouth, baby,” he says, dark eyes boring into you. You immediately simmer a little, despite enjoying the way he takes control of everything like this. His finger rests on your mouth still, but you crane your neck forward and take it into your mouth, sucking all the way down it before sliding back, releasing it from your mouth. The look he gives you is absolutely devastating, and he fucks you hard now, driving all the need he’s been feeling all day into your cunt with long, quick strokes. He wraps his arms around you, drawing your body flush with his before sliding his hands down your back and landing on your waist again. He uses his hands on your hips to continuously pull you onto him, and it fucking hurts, but in the best way possible as he fills you up completely over and over. Your head is tucked into his neck as he pumps into you, and you can feel the closeness of your bodies rubbing on your clit now, sending even more waves of pleasure and a swirling heat deep inside of you. Joel’s letting you move more on your own now as you find a pace that is absolutely perfect for your aching clit.

“Joel…” you moan quietly into his ear, feeling the build up to your climax becoming more intense. “Joel,” you say again, trying to urge him to not stop what he’s doing to you.

“C’mon baby, let me feel you squeeze that little pussy around this cock,” he says, or commands, even, pushing his hips into you at the slightest change in angle, which sends you careening off the edge into pure bliss as he hits deep inside of you. You cry out, pressing yourself as close as you can possibly get, hoping to fuse your bodies together in the heat of this moment. He presses again and again on the spot, absolutely undoing you with every new thrust of his hips.

“Joel! Fuck, Joel, I’m-,” you scream out, your whole body trembling under the intensity of the climax rushing through you. You’re lost for the moment, unable to even remember where you are, only focused on the fact that you’re practically seeing stars right now as Joel fucks the best orgasm out of you that you’ve ever felt. Your entire pussy feels painfully oversensitive now, and you’re about to try and squirm off his lap but he continues pumping into you, his cock continuing to press on your g-spot. He holds your waist with one arm, snaking his free hand in between your legs to play with your clit. You can feel sweat forming all over your body as the intensity becomes too much, pleasurable fire burning through you with every new movement Joel makes. 

“I c-can’t -” you try to push out the words but they’re lost in between a moan that trails into another earth shattering climax as you shudder onto Joel’s lap, loudly slapping your two bodies together as you come hard onto his cock.

“See? You can, baby. Fucking take it,” Joel gasps out, and you can sense that any moment, he’s going to find his pleasure along with you. He grunts, long and low as his cock is pressed all the way inside of you, releasing himself with a few more quick thrusts. You sigh contentedly at the feeling of it, his throbbing cock and cum being all yours for just this fleeting moment.

You two sit for a few moments, unmoving as you catch your breath. You finally look him in the eyes, and Joel takes in your flushed cheeks and thinks this might be his favorite sight of all time, seeing the way you look at him after he completely shatters your world several times in a row. His look quickly switches to sympathetic, and you catch the hint. 

“You have to go?” you ask timidly and Joel nods slightly with a half hearted smile.

“Wouldn’t mind a break from work like this once and a while, though,” he says with a smirk, and you find it in yourself to return the smile despite feeling a tug at your heart that you have to leave him again.

“Sounds like a deal to me,” you reply, scooting back on his lap slightly. You start to climb over the console into the passenger seat, and when your ass is level with his face, Joel gets a look up your skirt at your swollen pussy leaking his cum as you go. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, clenching his fists. You’re almost across to the other seat but you pause, turning your head back to look at him.

“What?” you ask teasingly, leaving the view a few moments longer, even popping your ass up a little higher so that he gets a better look. 

“You’d better move right now, if you know what’s good for you,” he says, his jaw tensing up. You peer over your shoulder enough to blatantly look down at his cock, still out of his jeans, which twitches in its half hard state. “Stop,” he commands, but you don’t move, only give him a small smirk.

“Stop what? Putting my pussy right in your face?” you ask, slyly glancing down at his cock again to see it getting harder.

“That’s exactly what, you little fuckin’ brat. Knowing I have to go, and shoving your cum soaked little pussy in my face.” Joel’s hands twitch, the desire to grab your hips and shove his face right between your legs is threatening to take over him. You roll your hips back, and he grabs hard onto your thigh, stopping you.

“Stop. It. I don’t want to ask again,” he says, low and gravelly, his eyes meeting yours after glancing between your legs again.

“Or what?” you ask, trying to sound sweet. “Gonna make me ride your thigh again?”

“Get out of my car, sweet girl, before you really get in trouble,” he says, his voice frighteningly controlled. You finally give in, pouting as you finish climbing over to the passenger’s seat.

“I’ll deal with your teasing ass later,” he warns you, and it’s exactly what you wanted to hear. Ever since he’d confirmed to you he also gets turned on by this type of behavior, you’d been dying to try it out and see how he reacted. His vague promise to deal with you later sends a little thrill through you as you put back on all your discarded clothing. He reaches over to your face, holding it for a long, aggressive kiss, full of his still pent up sexual frustration. As you get out, before shutting the door, he gives you a cocky look.

“I said twice… but I counted three times,” he says, and you scoff, rolling your eyes openly at him before shutting the car door harder than you need to. 

“Show off,” you mouth through the glass of the window before making your way back to your car.

You’re woken up suddenly that night, a hand gripping your wrists above your head. You should be afraid, but you know exactly who it is and what awaits you, so you smile, tired eyes glancing up to see Joel standing over you, leaned down over your bed. You’d left your door unlocked, wanting to grant him easy access to you.

“Been wondering when you’d show up,” you mumble, blinking a few times to wake yourself up. You knew Joel would turn up after his warning earlier, so like last time you waited for him, you chose something enticing to wear to bed - this time a small black slip and matching underwear.

Joel lets out a scoff, chuckling. “So we’re starting out like that, huh?” He moves his body, not taking his hand off your wrists, climbing onto the bed and straddling you on top of the thin sheet that covers you. 

“You gonna keep your wrists right there for me if I let go, be a good girl?” 

You nod, looking up at his face, only inches from yours. He gives you a crooked smile and releases your wrists, sliding his body down yours to give enough room to pull back the sheet. He takes in the outfit you chose just for him and sighs almost painfully when his eyes land on your hardened nipples poking through the silk fabric and your body barely being covered by the tiny slip.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he mumbles to himself as he repositions himself back over top of your hips. “Now, are you gonna let me play with you, or be a little brat like earlier?”

You wet your lips and drag your teeth gently across them before widening your eyes. “Depends…” you say casually, and Joel grunts, pressing his hips down into you harder, pinning you further into the bed. 

“What happened to bein’ a good, obedient girl for me hm?” he says through clenched teeth. “Isn’t that what makes you come so hard for me?”

His words send a wave of heat through you, your thighs clenching slightly under his heavy body, unable to find any relief from it as his hips crush into your further.

“I’m sure I’ll learn to be good by the end of this,” you say back, low and raspy, hardly able to believe the person that Joel turns you into when he talks to you like this.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he says, low and gravelly, a threat you are confident he will succeed at. Your hips are writhing and rising off the bed as much as his body on top of you is allowing, and he cocks an eyebrow.

“Bet you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” he says upon feeling the tension in your hips and thighs. You want to touch him, want to run your hands through his hair and scratch down his back just to release some of this built up feral-like energy you’re feeling towards him. His eyes shoot up to where your hands twitch, one of them starting to move.

He tuts and reaches up and grabs a hold of your wrists again, stopping your hands from reaching him. You feel a thrill rush through you at the way he’s been moving, so confidently and dominating towards you, like he has this entire night already planned out. Your chest heaves with anticipation, and you’re finding yourself speechless.

“Guess I will have to use this if you’re not gonna listen to me,” he says, suddenly reaching down off the bed and to the floor, where he brings up a long piece of fabric. Your mouth opens to protest, and he shoots you a warning look, his eyes completely darkened with desire. You snap your mouth shut, relaxing your hands and arms as he gets to work tying your wrists together. It’s tight enough that you can’t move freely, your wrists completely immobile above your head.

“That’s better,” he smirks, and you find yourself nodding with wide eyes, unable to even read what his next move could possibly be. A strange, primal fear crops up inside of you, and you feel the urge to try and get out of the situation, despite knowing Joel would never hurt you.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” you whimper as he leans down to your neck tracing his tongue up from your collarbone to underneath your chin. You shiver violently at the sudden feel of his warm tongue, your nipples hardening even further under your slip and your legs clamping together tighter.

“I don’t believe you.” He enunciates each word in a deathly calm tone, continuing working his mouth on your neck, brushing his lips along the skin. He takes a bit of skin into his mouth and starts sucking before you can protest.

“N-no, not s-somewhere my parents can see again,” you cry out, hoping to avoid the embarrassment of the other day.

“You don’t get to make requests right now, sweetheart,” Joel says, barely lifting his mouth off of you to speak. He moves to the other side of your neck, sucking hard before moving to another spot further down and doing the same thing. Even with the worry of covering the marks up, you can’t help but fall into the pleasure of his mouth taking you in over and over. His mouth moves to the swell of your breast, doing the same thing until… he’s not. His mouth clamps down, teeth digging into you slightly and you yelp out a breathy moan. 

“F-fuck, Joel,” you whimper, but he doesn’t respond, just continues marking you over and over, biting a few more times. It’s a slow, lingering ecstasy every single time his mouth clamps and sucks onto your skin, and you’ve lost count of how many marks he’s leaving on you. He brushes his fingers lightly over the top lace trim of your slip, pulling it down slowly on one side, revealing your breast. He makes a small hum as he takes it in with his eyes before his mouth begins devouring your nipple, slow, swirling movements with his tongue. You cry out, the build up to this having already been so intense that you think you’re already almost being pushed to your limits.

“Baby, baby, already so worked up and we’re barely getting started…” he coos before sucking harder on your nipple. You cry out again, breathing heavily and knowing now with certainty what Joel is going to do to you tonight, and it’s about to be the most pleasurable pain you’ve experienced. He’s going to bring you to the brink and back so many times you’ll forget everything else that exists, a thought that both scares you and enthralls you. You swallow hard as he pulls the slip down on the other side, repeating the motions on your other breast. His hand comes up and plays with one nipple while his mouth is on the other and your hips buck up, searching for something they aren’t going to find right now. 

“P-please,” you whisper, already ready to crumple up under the pure pleasure you’re feeling, and Joel isn’t even anywhere near your now soaked cunt yet.

“I already said, you don’t get to make requests if you aren’t going to be a good girl for me,” he retorts, eyes meeting yours.

“Touch me,” you beg, wanting to egg him on.

“Ask again and see what happens,” he says slowly, a dark, devious look flashing on his face.

Your mouth opens to speak and he cocks an eyebrow, immediately reaching his hands up and tightening the bonds on your wrists.

“That’s what I thought, sweet girl,” he growls, moving himself down your body and taking his eyes off your face to look over your body, half exposed, your slip riding up your legs from him straddling you.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he starts as his hands explore hungrily over your hips, sides, and thighs, “I’m gonna make you come so many times you’ll really be beggin’, not like last time I said that. And even when you’re beggin’, I’m not gonna stop. You’re gonna be a good girl and come as many times as I want you to, okay?”

You inhale a shaky breath, eyes wide at what he’s proposing to you, a sick, eager feeling swirling deep inside your core. You finally nod, small jerking movements of your head as your breathing gives away how nervous you are.

“Shh,” he says, stroking your hair lovingly, the look in his eye changing rapidly and softening. “Promise I’ll make it good for you, baby. You trust me, right?” he says, looking sincerely into your eyes. You swallow hard again, but know you can trust him, so you nod, a silent confirmation that from here on out, what Joel says goes, no matter what.

Your confirmation sends him moving, his hands on either side of your thighs, pushing the fabric of your nightgown up until it’s over your hips and your panties are exposed. He chuckles appreciatively at seeing the tiny thong you’re wearing is an exact match to the slip, little lace details and silky black fabric.

“You gorgeous fuckin’ thing,” he murmurs, sliding his finger into the side strap of your underwear, admiring it. “Wearin’ all your special stuff for me hopin’ to get in my good graces, huh?”

You can’t help but smile, toes curling slightly at his sensual tone while he snaps the thin band of the thong back in place. “Y-you like it?” you ask timidly. 

“Sure do, sweet girl. Your little plan is working,” he says with a smirk. His fingers move slowly, so much so that it’s almost painful, as he traces up your thighs and lightly touches all around the edges of your panties. You have half a mind to beg for more, but you bite your tongue, settling on small whimpering noises that seem to urge Joel on all the same. 

“Makes me crazy when you sound like that, baby, so fuckin’ needy,” he says, and you don’t have a reply that isn’t begging him to sink his fingers inside of your aching pussy, so you stay quiet. 

“I think you’re ready for more, don’t you?” he says teasingly, and you nod enthusiastically, your head leaned back on the bed while you pant heavily. His fingers gently stroke the fabric of your underwear, the silk soft under his fingers but completely soaked through. “Oh…” he cries out quietly, feeling the evidence of just how much you want him. You are already about to cry out just from this small touch, continuing to whine out small moans.

Joel’s fingers hook under the sides of your panties, pulling them down your legs painfully slowly, revealing you to him. He sighs at the sight of your glistening, swollen cunt, all his for the taking. “Baby…” he murmurs in disbelief. You simply writhe slightly, your hips moving of their own accord, looking to find any bit of relief from the aching, pulsing torture you’re feeling in between your legs.

Joel physically lifts your thighs and moves them, positioning them wide open for him as he kneels in between your legs. You think you’re shaking, but you can’t even tell as your whole body buzzes with anticipation when you see his hand moving up in between your legs. The sound you make as he runs a finger from the top to the bottom of your slit is unlike anything you’ve ever made before. Your breathing hitches when he goes back in, doing the same motion, intently watching your face. Your neck is craned to try and see his hand moving, but from your flat angle it’s tough to see much of anything. As soon as it starts, it stops, and you want to cry, pound your fists and demand for the full pleasure he’s trying to milk out of you. 

“Patience, baby,” he murmurs as he brings his mouth up to give some attention to your nipples, which are painfully hard as he sucks on them alternately through your slip. His hand gently guides the fabric down enough over one of your tits to admire it, gently cupping it with his hand. You’re nearly yelling at him to touch you when his fingers dip back into your folds, rubbing your clit slowly and gently, eliciting another whining sound from you. It’s barely a whisper of a touch, but you already feel it coming, barely enough time to register it before you start moaning and shuddering your cunt down onto his fingers, clenching around nothing as his fingers circle your most sensitive spot. You ride this first orgasm through all of its built up bliss, but it was gentle, tame, compared to what you know is coming. 

“Look at that, my good fucking girl,” Joel says bringing his mouth right next your ear, and you shiver, an electric spark traveling up your spine. “One down,” he says quietly, not letting up on his movements. One finger teases your entrance, pushing in slightly and then retreating - he repeats it several times, leaving you breathless with want before he finally pushes the finger in fully. 

“Oh, yes,” you whisper quietly, and Joel responds with a low hum, adding a second finger and dragging them in and out, spending a few moments pressing right on your g-spot every time he enters you. Your eyes open wide and then flutter shut, and Joel’s other hand reaches inside his jeans and fists his cock, moving it to the best of his ability with the restriction of his waistband just to provide any relief on his aching dick. He groans slightly as he moves his hand along his length, staring at the way your pussy is taking his fingers. 

“Look what you do to me baby, got me so worked up I can’t even wait,” he says, and you can only see the outline of his hand moving along his cock inside of his pants. His thumb lands back on your clit, starting to rub again in wide, slow circles as he slows down his fingers inside of you as well. You’re reeling from the sudden change, and you can see Joel smiling at the reaction on your face. 

“You want to beg, don’t you, baby?” he says, and you feel a pulse of desire at his words.

You nod, a small whimper coming out as he presses harder on your clit for just a moment and your hips buck forward.

“Go ahead,” he says with a crooked grin, “Beg me.”

You breathe in shakily, your whole body tense and on the cusp of another climax. “Please, Joel…” you say quietly.

“Please Joel what?” he says, an intentional bit of impatience laced in his tone.

“Faster, go faster,” you breathe out. Joel starts moving his fingers slightly faster, and you let out a small moan.

“Like this?” he asks, knowing it’s not even close to the speed you were begging for. You shake your head, just enough for him to see. “You want me to pound into this soaking little cunt, don’t you?” You nod, feeling completely driven by another force, the part of you that is wholly Joel’s in this moment. 

He quickly pulls his hand out of his pants, fully focusing on you again as he does as he says, moving his fingers quickly and roughly for several moments before pressing onto your g-spot in pulsing movements, and you cry out, hardly able to believe the absolute unhindered pleasure he can pull out of you. 

“It’s t-too much,” you push out with a strained voice, your hips rising into his touch. He continues the routine - fucking you hard with his fingers, then applying a devastating amount of pressure right on that perfect spot. You’re moaning loudly before you even realize it, an orgasm rolling up from deep inside of you, right where Joel is touching. He brings his mouth down as soon as he hears you yelling and flicks your clit with his tongue, continuing to push his fingers inside of you. It intensifies everything to have the warmth of his mouth suddenly on your bundle of nerves right in the middle of your climax, and you could cry with the way it’s overtaking your entire being in this moment. 

“Joel…” you whisper as soon as the waves of pleasure subside. You’re laying back, body slack and eyes closed. You don’t know how you’re going to be able to take more of this until Joel is satisfied with how many times you’ve come. 

“Yes, baby?” he says. His tongue is tracing along your inner thighs, giving you a brief reprieve.

“How many more?” you ask him quietly, and he chuckles deviously. 

“Wouldn’t be any fun if I told you, would it?” he replies before sinking his mouth down onto your cunt and absolutely feasting on you. You yelp at the sudden change, bucking your hips into his mouth as the oversensitivity from your last two orgasms lingers. You whine as Joel gently laps at your wetness, sliding his tongue in and out of you. He’s being gentle now, able to tell how oversensitive you are as your hips scoot and writhe to try and get some distance from the feeling. His hands reach up and grip your hips hard, allowing almost no movement now. Joel’s tongue flicks you lightly right on your clit, alternating with slow, dragging circles with the tip of his tongue. You’re panting, whining cries coming out in between each one as he’s somehow starting to draw another orgasm out of you. An explosion of pleasure takes over you once again, and Joel starts sucking hard on your clit as you come onto his face, your hips spasming down into him. You’re in absolute agonizing pleasure, burning from the inside and your quick breaths leave you slightly dizzy as you come down another time. 

Joel lifts his face from between your legs, and his eyes say he’s far from done. You want to cry suddenly - you can’t even tell if this is possible, if you could even come again no matter what Joel tries. His eyes bore into you as you look down at him, a plea on the tip of your tongue, but his dark expression quiets you. 

Joel climbs off the bed and stands near your head, picking you up underneath the shoulders and sitting you on the edge of the bed. 

“Keep those arms up, just one more second, sweet girl. You’re doin’ so well,” he says, kissing the top of your head. You just stare up at him, glassy eyed, swaying where you sit. Joel lifts your slip from the bottom, peeling it off of you and over your head. He pulls your still tied together wrists down and rests them in your lap before pulling you up off the bed to stand in front of him. He takes a step back and just looks at you, standing naked before him, hungry eyes roaming over your chest.

“A-aren’t you taking anything off?” you ask, wanting to feel his warm, bare skin against you. Joel simply smirks, but he takes off his shirt promptly, throwing you a bone. He closes the gap between you two and cups your cheek, kissing you delicately on the lips. His tongue slowly slides past his lips and into your mouth, making slow moves against your own tongue. His thumb strokes the skin along your chin, and you’re melting into just how gentle he’s being right now. A small moan slips out from deep in your throat, and you can feel Joel smile against your lips. 

“Doin’ so good, baby,” he whispers right against your mouth. Somehow, your body is still responding to him when he slides a hand down between you two and gently rubs along your folds. “Still so wet for me…” he groans, moving his hand from between your legs to undo his jeans, stepping out of both those and his briefs. Your breathing immediately quickens at seeing him bare before you, his hard cock jutting out and more than ready for you. Your eyes linger on it, and Joel looks more than pleased by the still eager look on your face.

“Haven’t had enough? Still my cock hungry little thing, aren’t you?” he asks you, fisting his cock and giving you a teasing look. You reach forward your hands, despite them being tied together, trying to touch him. Joel lets out a tut, grabbing your wrists hard. 

“You were doin’ so well, weren’t you? Can’t help it when it comes to my cock, can ya? Filthy little brat,” he tilts his head, examining you with narrowed eyes.

“Maybe I don’t want to follow your orders anymore,” you say with a smirk, pouting your lips a bit. Joel’s throat makes a low growl before he inhales a long, steady breath. 

“You know we can’t have that, angel. Cause you like doin’ what I say, when I say it, and you know it. That’s what gets you soakin’ wet for me. And lettin’ you be my good girl gets my cock so hard for that tight little cunt of yours,” he says, pumping his hand along his cock when he speaks. You whimper, feeling the need for him to fill you start to overcome you. 

You cast your eyes down slightly. “I’ll be good,” you say quietly. 

“I’ll make sure of it after you learn your lesson, baby. Was gonna take those off,” he says, gesturing to your restraints, “Until you just had to act up, didn’t you?”

You frown despite feeling the thrill of his proposition rushing through you. You suddenly turn around, reaching your hands forward and placing them onto the mattress, baring your ass and backside to him. You hear a low chuckle escape Joel, and he comes forward, grabbing your hips and pressing himself flush with your ass. 

“Didn't tell you to turn around,” he growls.

“Oops,” you say casually, grinding your ass into him, feeling the hardness of his rock rub into you. 

“Alright, that’s it,” he says, removing one of his hands from your hips and immediately bringing it back down to smack your ass. You moan louder than you mean to as the sting hits you, and it prompts Joel to smack again in the same spot. You lean further into the bed, giving Joel the perfect view of your ass sticking up just for him. He rubs his cock in between your legs, the length of him pushing back and forth through your slick folds, and he smacks again, on your other ass cheek this time. You let out a sound that’s half a moan and half a whimper. 

“You like bein’ punished, don’t you baby?” Joel says with a low chuckle. “Want me to fuck you so hard you have no choice but to be my good girl again?”

“Yes,” you whine, unable to think of anything else other than what he’s proposing. Your mind is a blank slate for him to write on, put whatever ideas he wants right onto it, and you’ll blindly follow. “Wanna be your good little slut,” you say in the same whimpering tone, and Joel grinds his hips into you with a needy groan slipping past his lips. He’s getting impatient too, you can feel it, hear it in the little noises he’s making. The head of his cock is right there, right where you want it, and you’re tempted to push back enough to get it inside of you, but you know that’ll only delay things if Joel thinks you’re trying to act out of line. Those aren’t the rules tonight, you remind yourself - Joel’s cock is only going inside of you when he decides it’s time.

You don’t have to wait much longer, because your words seem to have spurred him on, causing him to slowly push himself inside of you. You let out a relieved moan as he begins to fill you up, the feeling you were so desperate for. Only mere moments later he’s driven his cock up to the hilt, allowing you just a single moment of adjustment before he begins thrusting his hips, your slickness coating his shaft as he moves in and out of you.

“So fuckin’ wet and tight, baby,” he says roughly, picking up the pace. You’re pushed down onto the bed, practically unable to move anywhere with the way Joel’s body and the restraints are holding you in place. “Dream about this little pussy every minute I’m not in it,” he moans out, lost in his pleasure as he rolls his hips with every thrust into you. He lifts your hips up slightly, forcing you to press the front half of yourself further down into the bed, but as soon as he thrusts in, you gasp at the way he’s hitting deep inside of you. His rough, fast thrusts hitting your g-spot over and over are practically making you go limp, only able to bounce your hips back into him to force him as deep as he can go.

“Fuck,” you cry out, feeling the familiar sensation building inside of you. You moan out a loud, long noise as it crescendos to a breaking point and you yell out Joel’s name, feeling your entire body light up with pleasure again, the feeling deep inside of you rolling out waves of euphoria. Another familiar feeling strikes you and you know you’re squirting again, something only Joel has been able to pull out of you when he devastates you this badly. Your entire body trembles with the intensity of your climax, seeming to go on for an eternity as his cock slams into you repeatedly.

“Christ,” Joel mumbles, hearing your guttural moans, feeling the way you’re coming and squirting for him as he continues to force his cock deep inside of you. “Fuck, baby, gonna make me come already with all that,” he says.

“Wanna feel your cum in me,” you whimper dazedly, tumbling down from your orgasm with only half of your faculties intact right now.

“Not yet, baby, we’ve still got more to go,” he coos, slowing his thrusts. You breathe in raggedly, blinking slowly as you process his words.

“No…not more…can’t…” you say quietly, and Joel strokes a hand down your back soothingly.

“Already told you how this is gonna go tonight, sweetheart,” he replies, his hand continuing down, rubbing circles on your ass now.

“I’m good yet?” you ask, slurring a bit now.

“You’re very good, baby, look how good you just came for me. Made a damn mess all over, naughty little thing,” he assures you, reaching around you and gently stroking your clit. Your hips jerk at the hypersensitivity caused by him shattering you with several orgasms already, but it still feels good, somehow, so you melt into it for a moment, letting Joel stroke you softly as he slides in and out of you at the same, slow pace.

“Yeah…” you murmur, never wanting this feeling of him to end, unable to believe you’re even able to conceive the thought of another orgasm right now.

“Yeah, baby? Still lookin’ for more?”

“Dunno, can’t even think…” you trail off, fluttering your eyes shut.

“S’okay, I can do all the thinkin’ for us,” he counters, and you smile wryly, then nod. He pulls out quickly and then maneuvers you, flipping your body back over and seating you on the edge of the bed. “Got any toys, sweet girl? Ones you use when you think of me and make yourself come?” Joel asks. You blink for a moment, still feeling a bit delirious, then give him a nod.

“In the drawer,” you tell him, nodding your head towards your bedside drawer. Joel reaches over and opens it to see your several different vibrators and toys and tuts amusedly.

“Naughty girl,” he chuckles, shaking his head. He pulls out a small bullet vibrator, holding it between his fingers and inspecting it for a moment. “Gonna need this,” he comments, moving back over to you and positioning himself in front of you. He lifts your still restrained wrists and places them over his head so they’re resting on his neck, immobilizing you even further. He leans down, enough for his cock to find your entrance again, pushing back in. You flutter your eyes, feeling a mix of overstimulation and pleasure as your pussy clenches around him. Joel’s arm lifts you from under your thighs, tilting your hips up for him as he begins moving inside of you. He looks in your eyes and clicks on the vibrator, moving his hips in steady thrusts. You gasp as he touches it above your clit, slowly sliding it up and down, buzzing your clit periodically. Your hips are already shuddering, writhing, unclear on what direction they even want to go - into or away from the now achy pleasure.

“I can’t, it’s - t-too much Joel.”

He tuts again and shakes his head. “I know, baby, but I think I wanna get at least one more out of you. I know you’ve got it in you, sweet girl,” he says warmly, tucking his head down to plant a kiss on your lips. You reciprocate the kiss, almost by instinct, feeling completely out of it in the best way possible right now. 

You let out a little whine the next time Joel brushes the vibrator over your clit, but he leaves it there instead, sending your hips shaking as the bundle of nerves there responds to being stimulated yet again. He rubs little circles, clicking the vibrator speed up and you cry out, the ends of your fingers curling down towards his back but unable to reach with the way they’re tied up. 

“Another one, baby, you can do it,” Joel says, steadily thrusting into you, pushing his cock just as deep as he has been, and you think it could be too much. Your whole body is overwhelmed with feeling but you realize as you go slightly rigid and curl your toes you’re somehow climaxing again, the intensity of the vibrator carrying you through it as you moan and whimper under Joel’s strong hold. Joel smirks down at you, eyes completely glazed now, but he doesn’t let up yet. It’s his turn now, as he thrusts into you and you breathe heavily with pleasure, still enjoying the fullness you feel as his cock pumps in and out of your cunt. Your hips are twitching as you register Joel isn’t giving you a chance to even breathe as the vibrator pushes down on your clit again. 

The sound you let out is nothing like you’ve ever heard leave your lips before, a strangled, high pitched moan as little shocks of pleasure start to rock through you again. 

“Yeah baby, one more for me, I’m gonna come in that pussy. C‘mon sweet girl, gimme one more while I fill you up,” he says, his voice low and husky as he buries his cock into you and comes hard. You shake in his grip, your body barely able to hold up at all as you continue the ungodly sounds you’ve been making and miraculously come one final time. Joel collapses onto you and you blink heavily, staring past his head at the ceiling, trying to compose yourself. Your eyes slowly close, leaving you half conscious as you feel Joel breathe against you, his heaving chest coming back down to a normal pace. You let him move your body as he needs, lifting your arms from around his head and gently untying the restraint and you flex your wrists before lazily dragging them down his arms just to feel him there with you. He pulls out and hoists you onto the bed with him, tucking you under his arms and holding you tightly, both of your sticky bodies pressed as close as they can get.

This form of intimacy is what always strikes you - these moments after, when Joel holds you and tends to you like you’re something so precious, so breakable. Your heart is slowly melting as he holds you now, your body tired and overworked by him but you’ve never been happier, you think, than this moment right here. 

“My good girl,” he whispers, stroking lovingly along every part of your body he can touch. “So, so good for me. Can’t believe I get to have this,” he continues, kissing the top of your head and forehead lightly, his lips just grazing over the spot. 

“Y’think so?” you mutter quietly, still unable to even crack your eyes open. 

“Mhm, I do, darlin’,” he replies, “You know I do.”

“Say it again…” you say, your head lolling down into him further, feeling sleep inching closer and closer. 

“So lucky to have my good girl,” Joel says, a hint of a smile in his voice as he brushes his fingers to tuck your hair behind your ear now. 

“Mmhmmm,” you mumble, and Joel chuckles, staying quiet so that you can slip away into a well deserved rest. 

You’re awoken suddenly by a knocking sound, and you gasp, your head whipping up off your pillow. You’re entangled with Joel, your still naked bodies twisted together along with the sheets of your bed. Joel rubs his eyes, glancing up at you with them narrowed with sleep.

“What was that?” he mumbles, shifting slightly to give you more freedom to move. 

The knock comes again, softly, and you hear your mom say your name through the door. 

Your eyes go wide, and you look down at Joel, urging him silently to move off the bed. 

“Just wanted to see if you’re up, honey, it’s getting a bit late for you,” your mom says, and you furrow your brow, noticing the clock on your bedside reading past 8:30. Damn you being an early riser most of the time, you think out of frustration. 

“O-one sec,” you croak out, your voice hoarse from sleep. You silently nudge Joel and try to shoo him quickly into the bathroom, which is across from where you bed is and out of sight from the main door. You scurry over to your closet, grabbing your robe and moving towards the door, but you spot Joel’s clothes on the ground, so you quickly gather them up and shove them in his arms where he stands in the dark bathroom. You put a finger to your lips, trying not to laugh as you warn him to be quiet. You pull the collar of the robe up quickly over your neck, trying to cover the various marks you know have to be there from Joel last night. 

“Morning, mom,” you say as you open the door and stifle a yawn. 

“So you were asleep? Sorry, you’ve been up so early lately I just assumed. Wanted to ask you a few things before we ran out for some errands in a bit.”

“Um, yeah, can I meet you down in the kitchen in a little bit. I want to grab some coffee and then we can chat, is that alright?”

Your mom smiles but then her eyes catch on your body suspiciously, eyeing your robe. “Aren’t you hot?”

Your eyes go round for a moment and you inhale quickly. “I was, yeah. Kind of awkward, I’ve been trying to sleep naked, so I had to grab this when you knocked. It’s supposed to be great for you to sleep like that, I read it in an… article, or something,” you ramble on, touching the back of your neck nervously. Your mom gives you a small, amused smile before shaking her head a little. You don’t know if she’s fully convinced of any of what you’re saying, but she seems willing not to press any further right now. 

“Maybe I’ll have to try it,” she says teasingly, and you cringe, not wanting to imagine anything of the sort. 

“Ugh, mom,” you say with a little chuckle, and she shrugs in response, completely unbothered.

“Alright, see you at the house in a little bit, then,” she says before sweeping off down the stairs. You shut the door and release a long breath, running a hand down your face. 

“Swear she never comes up here like that,” you announce quietly to Joel, who comes out of the bathroom, holding his clothes. He slowly starts putting them back on, grinning at you. You walk over to the bed and sit down, breathing in and out deeply again to calm your shot nerves. 

“Healthy to sleep naked, huh?” he asks you, smirking. 

“That was actually true, you know. I’ve heard about that before,” you say, crossing your arms. 

“Baby, you don’t have to make up reasons to try and get me to sleep naked with you,” Joel replies, cocky as ever. 

You glare at him immediately. “It’s true!” you call out, reaching for the nearest pillow on the bed and throwing it at him. It thuds against his chest and he catches it, laughing at you before walking over. 

“I’m sure it is,” he says quietly before giving you a quick kiss. 

“You’re leaving?” you ask suddenly, able to tell by the way he’s fully dressed and giving you what feels like a goodbye kiss. You know you have to go talk to your parents anyways, but you like to milk every minute you can with him, even if it means just a quick shower together in the morning instead of doing it at your own respective homes.

“Sorry darlin’, gotta go. I know it’s the weekend, but I’ve got lots to catch up with work and stuff ‘round the house,” he tells you, a slightly disappointed look on his face.

You nod, slightly disheartened but understanding. “See you soon?” you ask, your eyes wide and pleading as you walk him to the door.

“Of course, baby. Always.”

You sit and sip coffee at your parents’ kitchen table, absentmindedly scratching their dog Benny behind the ears. He’s clearly itching to go for a walk, and you’ve promised him several times now you’ll go in a few moments. You anxiously touch your neck, as if feeling it will ensure that the hickeys you caked in makeup this morning are still hidden. Either way, you’ve pulled your hair over your neck much more than you’d normally do, hoping to hide anything that may still be visible, and just said a quick prayer that your parents won’t notice.

Your mom is rustling around the kitchen, putting dishes away as she talks to you. Her and your dad are doing some errands today and furniture shopping, and they were hoping you’d be able to take Benny for his walk and had a small list of chores they needed help with - part of your payment for living here rent free.

“Have you talked to any more of the… friends you met when you went out?” your mom asks as she flits around the room, and you pause, trying to recollect what she’s even talking about. You finally remember you’d lied about going out and meeting some people since you’re new to this city. 

“Right… uh, no, not really.”

“I just feel like you spend a lot of time, well, alone,” she says, looking at you with concern, eyes wide and sympathetic.

“No, it’s fine, mom. I just needed some time to decompress after moving here, that’s all. I’m sure I’ll meet plenty of people at work,” you try to reassure her, knowing she can go on an anxiety spiral about you at the drop of a hat. The truth is, you’re feeling far from lonely these days with Joel by your side more often than not, but you can’t exactly explain that to her.

“What about those boys working on the bathroom, huh? They’re young and cute, right?” your mom pries, and you shoot her a playful death glare.

“You have got to stop trying to set me up with people,” you tell her with a snort, shaking your head. “But yes, they’re both young and good looking. I’m just not interested.”

“Fine, alright. You know I just want you to be happy.” The issue with your parents having you so young is that they’re still young, and pry into your life every chance they get. Your mom was only twenty when she and your dad had you, so you basically grew up with her, and she’d already had a five year old when she was your age. She doesn’t expect you to follow the same path, but you think sometimes she worries about you finding someone to spend your life with. 

“I’m very happy, mom,” you tell her, and she eyes you. You hope that you don’t have some weird post-amazing night of sex glow to you that gives you away. Joel did make you come an insane amount of times last night, and you’re still processing all of it, if you’re honest.

“I know you know this, but…” your mom glances at you, “You know you can talk to me about things, right?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes despite your mom’s very sweet, kind words. “I know that,” you tell her, “If this is still about the hickeys the other week…”

“Well, it is and it isn’t,” she says, shrugging. “Just making sure you’re alright, I know moving here has been a big change.”

“It has, but I’m glad I did it,” you say, trying to smile convincingly and get her off your back. She seems to accept your answer, and goes back to taking stock of the fridge for her and your dad’s grocery run. Your dad comes into the kitchen, looking freshly showered and somewhat out of breath.

“Sick of showering with this damn thing on,” he grumbles down at his leg cast, using his crutches to make his way over to your mom. “Can I help?” he asks her, and you watch them with a smile. Despite being less mobile, he’s always trying to do as much as he can for your mom. He’s the type of person who hates being still and unproductive, so this has been a major adjustment for him.

“Want to check the pantry?” she asks, and he nods, opening the pantry door and checking the usual things they need for the week.

“Oh, by the way, Joel from next door came by and invited us to his July Fourth cookout,” your dad throws over his shoulder at you. When the hell did that sneaky bastard manage to do that? It must have been after he got done with work sometime yesterday in the evening when you’d been busy on a video chat with Sofia for a while. She was excited, to say the least, about your recent developments with Joel. She nearly fainted when you’d mentioned he took you out to dinner.

You pause, choosing your words carefully. “Cool, that’ll be fun for you guys,” you say nonchalantly, taking a sip from your coffee.

“He was adamant about inviting you, too. All three of us,” your mom chimes in.

“Oh, well that’s very nice of him,” you say, fiddling with your hands in your lap now, trying to stay poised. Just the mention of him makes it hard for you to keep your composure, afraid you’ll have some tell, some dead giveaway that you’re absolutely infatuated with the man.

“Thought you two seemed to be friendly with him working in the house, so it isn’t a surprise, right?” your dad says.

You smile slightly and nod. “Right,” you tell them. Friendly. “We’ve talked a little bit, I guess.”

“Seemed like you two had a long conversation the other day,” your mom says, eyeing you skeptically with what looks like a twinkle in her eye. Shit shit shit shit your brain repeats over and over, a dull roaring filling your ears. There’s no way she’s onto you, she’s barely even seen you and Joel interact. You have to be imagining things out of paranoia, you try to convince yourself. You realize you’re sitting quietly, not responding to your mom’s comment, so you open your mouth to speak, but your dad beats you to it.

“So you’re good with that, then? We can all go over there together that day?” he asks.

“Sure, yeah, that sounds good,” you spit out too quickly. “I’m, uh, going to take Benny now. He’s been whining since I walked in here. See you guys later.” You quickly stand and place your mug in the dishwasher before grabbing Benny’s leash and rushing towards the front door with him.

You don’t know exactly why you’re hiding this thing with Joel from your parents at this point. You know they’re open minded, but you don’t know how they would react to you choosing to be with someone so close to their age. They’ve always been pretty relaxed as parents, but they have a strong protective streak over you, especially since you’re their only child. You worry that they’d try and stop you from seeing Joel, not understanding that his intentions are good and he isn’t some kind of older predator, or whatever twisted thing they may come up with. You two lying about your relationship for a while now wouldn’t help matters, either.

You look down at Benny enjoying his walk in the early morning sun as you try to clear your head, but can’t help but return to the thoughts wondering when the hell this beautiful, wondering thing might just end up imploding on you.

[beefrobeefcal]

i like to imagine that his pinky ring used to fit his ring or index finger but then he had just one too many frozen pizzas (is there such a thing?) and now it's stuck on his fat little pinky.

[mybritishstyle]

can i be yours?

can i be yours?

can i be yours?

can i be yours?

[nicolethered]

Pedro as Agent Whiskey aka Jack Daniels

[joeldidnothingwrong]

being a brat on joel's lunch break

[ilovejavierpena]

[for-a-longlongtime]

Somebody please safe word on my behalf

Because I am officially beyond being able to do that after the week we’ve all had here on Tumblr

HELLO???

I can’t. I just can’t. Fuuuuck.

[heythere-mel]

EMMY AWARD NOMINEE!!

[buckyhoney]

professor!pedro is sending flowers to your apartment for valentine’s day- if you have class that day when he hands back essays your is attached with a note underneath the cover page. that night he’s picking you up and taking you on a drive to a lake where there are blankets, pillows, wine, weed and takeaway.