teamfreemando1975

[teamfreemando1975]

switching the positions

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: a collection of micro-fics chronicling the days of a very eventful week in the lives of you and joel miller (inspired by ariana grande's positions)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, pre-outbreak, established relationship, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut, unprotected piv, rough sex, oral (f&m receiving), 69ing, mutual/guided masturbation, edging, mild exhibitionism, consensual somnophilia, squirting, rimming, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy kink, pregnant sex, panic attacks, mentions of parents, mentions of food

word count: 16.2k

moodboard by my sweet girl @cavillscurls ♡

a/n: whew, my pride and joy, a whole two months in the making. tysm to everyone who voted on the poll, and especially to @dinsdjrn for helping me tie this whole thing together and mya for listening to me yell about this for weeks. as always, thoughts and feedback are always appreciated!

SUNDAY

"Boy, I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday."

“She’s gonna hate me.”

“She’s not gonna hate you.”

Oh, you know this woman is going to hate you. It’s not that parents don’t like you. On the contrary, you actually get along great with people’s parents. Your friends’, your old roommate’s, your coworkers'—hell, even your own. It’s just that moms, specifically, can smell fear, and Joel’s mom is going to smell the terror wafting off of you from a mile away. 

Not that it’s personal or anything. You’re pretty sure she’d hate anyone dating her baby boy. It’s like, a boy-mom thing. Still doesn’t make you feel any better about your boyfriend’s mom potentially hating you.

“Whose idea was this dinner again?” Because if it was Joel’s, then he can still reschedule or fake an illness or, better yet, call the whole thing off.

“Baby, you know it was hers,” he replies from his spot at the edge of the bed, where he’s been watching you pace the room and throw half the closet on the floor for the past hour. You shoot him an exasperated look.

“But did you have to say yes? Isn’t it kind of early for me to be meeting your mom anyway?” 

He looks at you like you have ten heads, but you ignore him, debating two shirts in the mirror, then deciding they’re both terrible and adding them to the pile on the floor.

“It’s been a year and a half. If we wait any longer, she’ll be meetin’ you at the weddin’,” he sighs, running his hands frustratedly down his face. You pause your closet tornado to stare at him, wide-eyed, and he rolls his eyes. “I’m just sayin’, I think it’d be good for y’all to meet, is all.”

Good for who? Certainly not you. Honestly, this dinner could have serious repercussions for your relationship. It’s entirely possible she could convince him to break up with you after the night’s over. Or that you’re a bad role model and shouldn’t be allowed around Sarah anymore. Your stomach lurches violently at the thought. Then, it hits you—

“Okay, yeah, that’s fair enough—but have we thought about who’s gonna watch Sarah tonight? We can’t just leave her by herself, and I’m sure your mom would totally understand that,” you try to reason but, again, Joel’s not going for it. 

“She’s 14 years old, I think she can handle a couple hours alone,” he deadpans. “Baby, c’mon, it’s not gonna be that bad. Please? Is it really too much to ask for the woman I love to meet my momma?” 

You soften at that. Logically, you know he’s right and it’s not fair for you to keep giving him such a hard time. You’re also pre-judging someone really special to him, and now you feel like the shittiest girlfriend in the world.

“You’re right. I know you’re right—I’m sorry,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself. You’re not sure why you’re feeling so insecure about all this. “I just want her to like me, you know?”

He nods, lips quirking into a small smile, and pats his lap. You fall into his arms and he rocks you for a moment, kissing your hair, then your cheek. The anxiety’s starting to subside and you���re grateful for him, your sweet boyfriend who never asks you for anything. Your eyes meet his, and he leans in to kiss you softly, deeply, then pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“I know ya do,” he murmurs, rubbing soothing circles into your thigh. “And she will, alright? Just give her a chance like she’s givin’ you one.” 

So, for Joel, you do. Turns out his mom is lovely and wonderful, just like her son, and now you have a lot to make up for.

MONDAY

"Then make a lotta love on a Monday."

It’s early and yet, somehow, you’re already awake and feeling like it’s going to be a good day. There’s no alarm clocks blaring, no feet stomping up and down the stairs. Just sweet, blissful sunlight, and it feels so good this morning. Warm and wet and, god, right there—please, keep going right there.

You reach out to feel its light against your hands and between your fingers, and it hums, sending sweet vibrations up your arms, all the way down to your thighs. Heat starts to bloom in your belly as the sun rises higher, burning hotter and hotter, and your fingers tense, tugging at its soft rays. 

Everything feels so much wetter now, and there’s no way you’re not sweating right through your shirt and into the sheets. Even your underwear is soaked, your cunt pleasurably slick and dripping as you pant softly into your pillow.

Then, all of it suddenly intensifies and you’re enveloped by a wet, dextrous warmth that circles and circles, dipping into you, fucking into you, and suddenly, you’re so, so close—

And then you’re cumming with a loud sob, hips bucking with every spasm until something broad and strong splays across your stomach and pushes you back down into the sheets. 

It's…you realize it’s Joel. Balmy and beautiful like the morning sun. He groans as you gush into his mouth, lapping up everything you give him, and you’re vaguely aware of the bed shifting under you as he grinds his hips into the mattress for relief. 

“…B-baby? What—what’s going on…,” you slur sleepily, hands tugging harder at his hair as he continues to suckle your clit through the aftershocks. You whine at the oversensitivity, and he pulls off to press one last kiss to your heat before throwing the sheets off behind his head.

His eyes meet yours and, fuck, he looks wrecked. His hair is in complete disarray and his eyes are a little wild…and then there’s the giant tent in his boxers and that delicious wet spot that makes your mouth water. He doesn’t respond—just crawls up your body to crash his lips against yours, licking into your mouth, and all you can taste is yourself when his tongue brushes against yours.

You moan into his mouth as he grinds into your sensitive core, then parts from your lips just long enough to pull your sweat-soaked shirt up and over your head. The cool morning air feels like heaven against your feverish skin and, with the sheets gone, you can feel a cool breeze coming through the open window, amplified by the oscillating fan next to the bed.

Christ, he must be so pent up by now. Your brain is finally starting to clear from its post-sleep fog, and now you’re wondering how long he’s been between your legs, eating you out like you’re the heartiest breakfast he’s ever had in his life. 

But that train of thought is quickly derailed when his lips find a new home around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth and circling his tongue around the nub until it hardens. The delicate skin feels especially tender, and you whimper quietly as the roughness of his beard scrapes against you. Your fingers thread back into his hair and you tug, urging him back up so you can feel his mouth on yours again. 

“Joel, fuck me,” you murmur against his lips, and his breath hitches. “Wanna feel you—please.” 

The sensitivity must’ve already subsided because your hips are steadily meeting his and you’re feeling so desperate to have him inside you. His cock feels heavy as he rubs himself against your slick cunt and, while the fabric provides the most incredible friction when it grazes your clit, you want him bare immediately. 

“Now…ngh—now,” you whine, and you’re stunned he still has the patience to tease when he pulls away slightly to smirk down at you.

“Needy girl this morning, ain’t ya?” His voice is thick with sleep and so much desire, and it makes your still locked-down pussy clench painfully. “S’alright, baby, ‘m gonna give it to ya.”

Wrenching his boxers down, he grips under your legs to push both of your knees to your chest before nudging the blunt head of his cock against your entrance. He inches in just the tip and immediately lets out a whoosh of air.

“So fuckin’ tight, Jesus Christ,” he grits through his teeth, working himself in and out of you until he’s buried to the hilt, the coarse hair at the base of his cock brushing against you just right. He lingers for a brief moment, grinding into you deeply, languidly while you adjust to his girth.

"S'good. Feels good," you murmur, sighing contently. He's brushing that spot he can only reach when he fucks you like this, so you lock your ankles behind his back, silently telling him to stay. But it feels a little selfish, and you can feel how much he's holding back.

"Baby...I gotta move," he pants, trembling with the effort it's taking not to lengthen his thrusts. Pulling out slowly, he presses back into you deep enough to nudge that spot again, and your vision goes hazy. "Promise, I'll take care of ya—"

You moan in unison as you flutter around him, and he takes that as the go-ahead to continue, his cock reappearing wetter and shinier after every stroke. His skin is glistening, too, slick with sweat that runs down his temples and pools where your bodies connect. 

The heat of him is addictive and it's everywhere—blooming in your chest, blazing between your legs, and igniting something fathomless inside you. But somehow, it's still not hot enough. You know he can give you more, your blindingly beautiful sun.

Wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders, you squeeze your thighs into his sides to pull him flush against your body, and you can feel his heartbeat pounding through his chest. The steady rhythm matches his thrusts perfectly, but he's groaning so sweetly in your ear that you have a feeling it won't for long.

You belatedly realize how hard you're clenching around him, suddenly so close to tumbling over the edge for the second time this morning, and he redoubles his efforts to follow you.

"L-like that, keep going just like that," you encourage between sharp exhales. "That—that's it."

He braces a hand next to your head on the pillow to stabilize himself, and you wrap your fingers around his wrist, grounding yourself to him. His eyes meet yours fondly before he buries his face into the crook of your neck to do the same, panting heavily against your skin.

Soft, brown curls tickle your cheek, and you turn your head to nose into his hair, breathing him in. He smells earthy like freshly-mown grass and sawdust, and it fills your lungs, surrounding you just when you need it the most. 

You gasp in his air, hips swiveling into his desperately as you chase your release. He's slamming directly into that spot now, pushing your knees back into your chest to reach even deeper, but his thighs are starting to tense.

"'m not gonna last long," he admits breathily, all but folding you in half so he can brush his lips against yours. "S'too good...gonna make me cum so hard."

"Please...please, please." Fuck, you want to feel it. To feel him pulsing inside you, filling you up so good, so much. "Joel, cum—please cum."

So close, you're so close. Your soft sighs have evolved into something louder and higher-pitched. Too loud for this early in the morning, and enough to wake up the entire house if you're not careful.

Joel seals his mouth over yours, swallowing every noise that escapes your lips as he pounds into you with purpose, dragging against your walls, and it's...fuck, you're—

Gushing, sobbing as you cum, and he groans, long and drawn out, immediately following you over the edge. Releasing your legs, he digs his fingers into your hips to hold you in place, keeping his cock buried deep inside you as you milk him dry.

"Fuck me," he exhales shakily, pumping into you twice before pulling out and collapsing on top of you. "Good fuckin' morning."

A breathy laugh bubbles out of your chest, but you immediately cringe at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you and onto the sheets. You wedge a hand between your bodies, reaching down to swipe your thumb between your folds and procure a glob that you suck wetly into your mouth. 

"Very good fuckin' morning," you smile cheekily at the look of awe on his face. He shakes his head, chuckling as he wraps you up in his arms and rolls you over onto your sides. His chest expands into you with a massive yawn, and you're helpless but to mirror him.

"How much time we got until the alarm?" he mutters sleepily, sounding like he could pass out at any moment. You're craning your head back to check when—

The damn thing starts blaring before you can even catch a glimpse of the time. Not that you need to now—it's 6 a.m., your mortal enemy. You glare at the clock like it personally offended you, and Joel only chuckles, pulling you back down with him.

"Snooze it," he murmurs, mouthing damply at your neck, his hands exploring your soft, bare skin. "We still got time."

You barely hear him, already lost in the feeling of his fingers skimming up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. He leans over you to hit the button himself before returning to you, kissing you like you've both got all the time in the world.

Neither of you makes it to work on time.

TUESDAY

"Cookin' in the kitchen, and I'm in the bedroom."

The oven is broken. Probably. The stove, too. It’s really not your fault—all you did was turn some knobs and stand there, but for some reason, none of the burners are catching and the oven sure isn’t cooking this chicken like it’s supposed to.

You don't even like chicken but, for some ungodly reason, you've had a wicked craving for it lately. And Joel loves it, so. That explains why you’re in the kitchen, getting side-eyed by a very skeptical 14 year old, trying to cook a nice dinner for her very overworked father. It’s not going well.

“Did you hear it click when you tried turning it on?” Sarah asks patiently, and now it’s your turn to look skeptical.

“Uhh, the knob or the stove?” You eye the appliance dubiously like it’s doing whatever it’s doing on purpose. She laughs pointing to one of the burners.

“So, when you twist the knob, gas comes out of here,” she taps the grating around the burner, “and the clicking creates a spark that ignites the gas so it lights. Then, voila, you’ve got a working stove.”

“Oh,” you reply dumbly, looking back and forth between her and the stove until she finally gets the hint.

“Fine, fine. I can do it,” she rolls her eyes good-naturedly. And of course, the stupid thing works with zero issues when she does it. You give her a grateful smile before throwing the dirtiest glare you can muster at the oven.

“What do we do about that one? I guess I could try cooking the whole chicken in a big pan, but I can’t guarantee we won’t all die from food poisoning…,” you trail off, starting to feel a little useless. 

It’s not like you’re completely inept in the kitchen. You can use a toaster or a microwave like a damn pro, and even the blender if you’re feeling especially adventurous, but you’ve never made a big meal like this before. Sarah likes to cook when you’re not ordering out, which admittedly is most of the time, so this was supposed to be something special for her, too. 

“It’s the same general concept,” she says, still kind and patient as ever, squatting down to show you a different set of knobs. You observe her for a moment, missing the start of her explanation, because it’s times like these where you can see so much of Joel in her. 

It’s that spark in her eyes when she gets to share bits of her well-earned knowledge. To use her expertise to teach someone something brand new. Joel gets the same look when he’s trying to teach you guitar. His eyes shine when you finally get a chord down, and he downright beams when you can finish an entire bar by yourself. 

You must’ve zoned out for too long because she’s suddenly waving a hand in front of your face, smiling her dad’s sweet smile as she waits for your focus to return to the task at hand. 

“Shit, I’m sorry. What did I miss?” you ask sheepishly. She nods to the oven, already lit and heating up to the required 400 degrees Fahrenheit for cooking baked chicken.

“All good! It’s set for whenever you’ve got the food prepped. You just have to wait for it to hit temperature—it’ll beep when it’s ready,” she says, walking around the kitchen island to grab her backpack. 

…Wait. She’s leaving?

“Woah, wait, where are you going? You can’t leave yet,” you plead, still desperate for her help. “What if I burn the house down?”

“You’re not gonna burn down the house,” she snorts, already at the door tugging on her sneakers. “Just remember to turn off the burners and you’ll be fine. And save me some food!… Unless everyone gets sick, then maybe don’t.”

You shoot her a look of absolute betrayal, and she laughs, opening the front door and waving over her shoulder. 

“See ya later! Good luck, I believe in you!” 

And then she’s gone, and you’re left alone with your misery and a bunch of random ingredients you still have to magically make into a meal.

You slump against the counter, lamenting the loss of your sous chef until the oven beeps, scaring the shit out of you. Oh, great. You’ve barely even started seasoning the chicken. It can’t be that hard, right?

Twenty minutes later, you’re standing in front of a very peppery-looking raw chicken—which is officially disgusting again, you changed your mind—wishing you had just ordered Boston Market and lied about making it yourself. Lesson learned for next time. Like there’ll be a next time.

Well, at least no one can say you didn’t try. You throw a bunch of mixed vegetables into the bottom of the pan like the recipe says and pop it in the oven, setting the timer for 40 minutes and hoping for the best. 

Glancing at the clock above the sink, you realize you’re cutting it close on time. You told Joel to be home by eight, which means he’ll probably actually get here at nine, and it’s already 7:30. Yikes. Time flies when you’re trying not to fuck up a dinner that was doomed from the start.

The last piece of the puzzle is thankfully the easiest. Now, mashed potatoes are definitely something you can make. Boiling water? Piece of cake. Pouring in the instant flakes from the box and adding butter? Done and done.

There’s no way anyone’ll be able to tell you didn’t make them from scratch unless they check the trash and, anyways, the instant stuff is better. You’ll go down with that ship. 

Now for the pièce de résistance: the perfect evening attire. A cute, 50s-era apron you thrifted two weeks ago that’ll go over the teeny, tiny Victoria’s Secret lingerie set you’ve been hiding in the back of the closet.

Joel will probably think it’s hilarious, once he stops drooling. Hopefully you’ll even make it to dinner, otherwise, the stress of this entire afternoon was a totally moot point. But he’ll have to be a good boy and finish his food before he can have dessert—apple pie you definitely didn’t make, and you laid out on his bed like the best fucking treat he’ll ever taste.

You end up with enough time to take the chicken and veggies out of the oven—the meat thermometer tells you it’s cooked through and that’s good enough for you—and stir up the mashed potatoes before you have to head upstairs to get everything else ready. So far, surprisingly, so good. 

You’re in the middle of patting yourself on the back for a job well-done, with time to spare, when you hear the front door open. At eight fucking thirty. This would be the one day Joel gets home early and, by the sounds of dishware and cutlery clinking around downstairs, he’s already discovered your big surprise. 

“Baby, you up there?” he calls up the stairs. “What’s all this?”

Well. Guess it’s showtime. You finish tying the apron around your waist before giving yourself one last once over in the mirror. Everything fits perfectly, just like you knew it would, and the food’s done, for better or worse. So there’s no need to be nervous, right? It’s just Joel. Your Joel. He’d love it no matter what, even if it all ends up being total shit. 

Taking a steadying breath, you head down the stairs, letting your appearance serve as his answer. The apron rubs scratchily against your skin, a reminder of how naked you actually are underneath, and you let your confidence in Joel’s inevitably wanton reaction make you brave.

And he doesn’t disappoint. His eyes rove over you greedily, from the pout of your lips to the tiniest slip of your nipple peeking over your bra, all the way down to the soft, bare skin of your legs. Yeah, no need to be nervous at all.

“Just a little surprise I cooked up,” you smirk a little deviously as you reach the bottom of the stairs. He’s on you in a second, hands exploring your body eagerly, impatiently, as he leans in to kiss you, but he’s halted by a finger to his lips. “Uh-uh. Can’t have dessert yet. There’s a whole meal waiting for you—I made your favorite.”

He chuckles, gingerly pressing a kiss to your finger instead before leading you backward into the kitchen. 

“Well, let’s get started then. I’m starvin’,” he says, looking hungrier than you’ve ever seen him. You return his gaze, suddenly feeling ravenous yourself.

“Good. It’s dinner time.”

WEDNESDAY

"Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle."

Spin class sucks.

There’s really no need for the music to be this loud. And it’s bad. They say it’s supposed to amp you up for rigorous exercise, but it’s just giving you a headache.

It’s also about a thousand degrees in here, and you’d be leaving a massive pool of sweat on this seat if you were even allowed to sit on it. The whole concept of spinning makes no sense, and you’re starting to think it’s actually just a dance class on stationary bikes because no one in their right mind would ever ride a bicycle like this. 

It’s embarrassing, for starters, and you’re surrounded by hot people that are way better at it than you are. You didn’t even know you could gyrate on a fucking bike until today, and they all somehow make it look sexy. Like they’re legitimately having a great time. Having fun. 

But not you. The music might honestly be doing you a favor by drowning out your pathetic attempts to breathe. You’re starting to get a little lightheaded and feel like you’re about to be sick.

No workout is worth this. You can’t even pretend to follow the instructor’s directions, because you can barely hear her over the speakers. She probably can't even hear herself, yelling into the void of shitty EDM remixes, and expecting everyone to pick it up. If you’d known this was just some fucked up version of leg day, you would’ve skipped it. 

There's no sneaking out early, either. You took the bus and Joel won’t be here to pick you up for at least another half hour. Honestly, you'd rather walk home and let that be your exercise for the day, but unless you plan on jogging along the highway, you're shit out of luck.

The beat abruptly picks back up, startling you out of your personal pity party, and then everyone's asses are in the air again, hips swiveling so perfectly in sync that it has to be choreographed. You're getting the hang of it now that you're realizing the routine just repeats itself, but it still feels mildly exploitative. 

It doesn't help that your class is starting to draw in a crowd, likely attracted by all of the revealing athletic wear on display. At least you got that memo. Whoever had the bright idea to put a huge glass wall at the back of the room was either a genius or a pervert. Probably both, depending on who you ask.

Once the hardest section of the choreography passes, you look behind you to check the time, praying more than you think has passed, but you're sorely disappointed. And the crowd outside's only gotten bigger.

Don't these assholes have anything better to do than stand there drooling over a spin class? You continue to glare at them over your shoulder through the next part of the song, looking a little ridiculous grinding into your seat as you silently tell them all off.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch one of them off to the side laughing, but when you turn to send an even harsher look in their direction, you realize you recognize him. 

What a dick. If you'd known he was going to be this early, you definitely would've snuck out and waited outside instead of becoming another piece of eye candy for a bunch of gym rats. 

Joel looks a little too pleased with himself, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed like he’s enjoying the view as much as the rest of those creeps. Well, if he wants a show, then you’ll give him one. Now that you’ve gotten the movements down, you can put all of your energy into making him wish there wasn’t an entire glass wall separating him from you. 

That one, grueling section of the song loops back around, and this time you put your all into it, arching like you’re supposed to, swiveling your hips into the seat with all of the muscle control you’ve got. Your shorts ride up your ass at the change in movement, probably giving you a wicked camel toe, but you let them. You can only imagine the look on Joel’s face now.

The song starts to wind down, finally coming to a stop, and you lower yourself back onto the seat, panting with the exertion of the past 45 minutes. Turning back around, you notice the crowd has mostly dispersed, save for a few stragglers and Joel, who’s panting almost as hard as you are. 

Your eyes drop to his pants, and you quirk an eyebrow. His breathing’s not the only thing that’s hard. He looks a little wrecked and, suddenly, this whole workout thing feels like it might’ve been worth it after all. 

You hop off the bike and retrieve your duffel from the back of the room, teasingly flicking the glass in front of his face before exiting with the rest of the class.

"Ready to go?" you ask brightly, still feeling high off the endorphin rush. He doesn't respond, looking a little dazed as he watches a droplet of sweat run down your neck, past your collarbone, and right between your breasts. "You doing alright there, bud?"

You laugh, enjoying your revenge a little too much, reveling in the way his jaw tenses and the muscles in his neck twitch angrily. It’s about to be a very interesting ride home—or it would’ve been if you’d made it that far. 

On the way out, you pass an out-of-order men’s room, and he yanks you inside, locking the door behind you.

It's a little surprising he's this pent up after the night you had, especially with the sheer amount of sex you’ve been having lately—not that you're complaining. But what's even more surprising is that he's choosing right now to rectify it, basically in public where anyone could overhear or walk in on you. It's...really out of character for him. You thought he'd at least make it to the car.

“Joel, what the—,” you yelp as he lifts you up by the waist to settle you on the edge of a sink. It's clear his patience has completely run out because, within seconds, he's dropping to his knees, burying his face in your heat. "—fuck."

Your legs immediately try to close around his head, but he forces them back open with enough strength to overextend your already abused hamstrings. It shouldn't feel as good as it does, but the pain, combined with his blunt nails biting into your thighs, sends delicious jolts right to your core. 

You exhale shakily, burying your fingers in his hair as he sucks a damp patch into your shorts, just slightly lower than where you need him. Your hips buck, urging him higher, but he doesn't allow that either, shoving them back down onto the hard porcelain beneath you.

Should've known it wouldn't be that easy. He's handling you aggressively, rougher than you would've expected, and that's when you realize he's mad.

"Bet ya thought that was real funny, teasin' me like that," he growls into your clothed pussy, licking up the seam to swirl wet circles where your clit throbs under too many layers. "Don't feel very nice, does it?"

His eyes meet yours as he sucks a little harder, and you whimper, tugging at his hair in a silent plea for him to take your shorts off and eat you out the way you both want him to. But he's going to drag this out and you know it. 

Joel loves a little payback and has the patience of a saint unless he's pushed past his limit. To your detriment, you shoved him over that line with the stunt you pulled earlier, so now you'll have to convince him it's in his best interest to let it go.

Switching tactics, you tempt him with what he could have if he just gave in. Your fingers dip beneath your waistband, and you sigh as you slick them up against your folds before dipping them inside. You're already soaked, and so tight, even around two of your own fingers, and you tell him as much.

"No, it doesn't feel nice...but I know something that will," you pump your fingers in and out of yourself, the muted sound of wet squelching reaching your ears. "Hear that?—," you gasp, hips lifting off the sink as you accidentally graze something spongey and sensitive, "—t-that's all for you."

And it works like a charm. Your shorts and underwear are pulled off in a single, hard tug, his tongue fucking into you before you can even fully inhale, and you choke out a strangled moan instead. He eats you out like a man starved, his nose nudging your clit with every dip of his tongue, and it feels so potent, you practically see stars. 

Your combined slick and his saliva are starting to leak over the edge of the sink but he catches every drop, and the way he slurps you up makes your cheeks burn. Joel's a lot of things when he's between your legs—enthusiastic, generous, and a little sloppy, but he's never wasteful. 

Two thick fingers prod at your entrance, and then he's pressing them into you, the slide snug, but easy with how wet you are for him. Finally, finally, you can feel your orgasm building, and you're sent reeling when his tongue fucks into you between his fingers, filling you up—it's...yes, right there—

But he abruptly pulls his mouth away, still not done making you pay.

"Damn right, it's all for me. Ya think those jackasses watching you weren't thinkin' about this?" he growls, his fingers slowing to leisurely stroke your walls as if they weren't about to throw you over the edge a moment ago. "Think they could make you feel this good? Make you cum like I do?"

Your pussy flutters pathetically around him, and the false look of sympathy he gives you makes you want to cry out of sheer frustration.

"Gonna need an answer if you want me to keep goin'," he drawls, still close enough that you can feel his breath, hot against your cunt.

You bite down on your bottom lip, just hard enough to momentarily distract yourself from the aching between your legs so you can respond, but you're taking too long. His fingers have all but stopped, so you panic.

"Fuck those assholes. Fuck all of them," you grit through your teeth. He quirks an eyebrow, marginally picking up the pace of his fingers.

"Fuck 'em, huh? That what you wanna do?" He's teasing you, and even though it's obvious, you fall right into his trap, anyway. Blanching, you shake your head furiously.

"N-no—no, no, no. Just you, only wanna fuck you," you gasp, frantically trying to convince him of something you both already know to be true without a shadow of a doubt. It's honestly impressive that he can work you like this and, even more so, that he's the only one that can.

"S'okay, I know...I know. This right here—," he gives your clit a few kitten licks, the pads of his fingertips rubbing that perfect spot inside you, "—s'mine." 

Then, he's burying his face back between your legs, redoubling his efforts, and it's so fucking sloppy. Wet and hot, and hungry, as if edging you has the same effect on him. 

You feel him groan into you as you start to tighten around his fingers, loud enough that his chest rumbles with it, sending sweet vibrations up your thighs. The sound of his belt jingling, then hitting the floor vaguely makes it past the blood rushing in your ears, but his broad shoulders and head bobbing between your legs are blocking your view.

All you can see or hear is the frantic movement of his arm, his hand working up and down his cock, and the sound of skin slapping on skin. Fuck, that's—so hot, you're so close. So fucking close—

But he's got one last edge left in him. 

You're throbbing so violently that for a second you're terrified he ruined your orgasm, but no, you're still teetering on the cusp, thighs quaking so hard, you can’t believe you haven’t crushed his head between them already. At this point, the smallest touch, even the tiniest puff of air would send you hurtling over.

He's still jerking himself off, sounding delirious as he separates his mouth from you to speak.

"Need to hear ya s-say it...," he pants, and you cry out, angrily reaching down to roughly shove his face back into you, but he resists. Spurred on by your reaction, he only fucks into his fist faster. “Nobody else gets to taste ya like I do…do they? Say it. Say it and I'll…ngh—let you cum,” he moans lowly, possessively. 

Joel sounds completely gone. You never could've imagined dry humping a fucking stationary bike would set him off like this, or that a bunch of dumb muscleheads would make him this jealous. He's so lost in it, in you. 

But the way he's looking up at you right now—it's like he really does need you to do this for him. To tell him that it’s just him, and it’ll only ever be him. It’s the truth. No one else has ever made you feel the way he does, with his mouth and hands, or his heart, and they never will again.

You whine, shaking your head pleadingly, ready to tell him whatever he wants to hear. Anything for him to put his mouth back on you again.

"T-they don't—no one else gets to, but you...only you," you keen as he seals his lips around your clit, all of his fears and insecurities finally soothed. Your head tips back, the feeling of his hot tongue laving over the sensitive bundle of nerves and his thick fingers—three of them, now—dragging against your walls exactly what you need. 

You cum frighteningly quickly, your orgasm so powerful and overwhelming that you start to black out. Your eyes squeeze shut, and then it’s all just pleasure—the tension in all of your limbs slowly bleeds out with every spasm of your cunt, and something wet…so wet, splashes against your inner thighs. 

Joel groans louder than you think you’ve ever heard him, the sound practically punched out of his chest as he licks broader lines up your pussy, sucking and slurping, and what…what is that? Why the fuck are you so wet? He—did Joel cum on you, and you didn’t even notice?

But that’s impossible because now his body’s completely seizing up, the hand around his cock stilling as he spurts thick ropes of cum across the bathroom floor. Or at least that’s the image your brain conjures up, unable to see it for yourself. 

Your vision’s only just beginning to return to you, and you immediately look down to see what actually happened...and fuck. It was you. Joel’s head is resting on your thigh, nuzzling into your soft, very damp skin, and he's looking up at you in awe.

“Shit, baby…,” he pants, chest heaving, cock still twitching in his hand. "Ain't ever seen you do that before."

You blink blearily, lips parting as you take him in. He's a goddamn mess. His face and beard are soaked, and his shirt is splattered with what you can only assume is your release. You fucking squirted? In a dirty gym bathroom?

"What the fuck?" you mumble, still dazed and a little in disbelief at how your first, and probably last, trip to the gym went. You shake your head, clearing up the brain fog enough to quickly process the past two hours, and now you're in shock. "Joel, what the fuck?" you ask again incredulously.

He has the nerve to look sheepish where he's still happily nestled between your legs post-orgasm, and you bop the top of his head with your palm, eyeing him expectantly.

"Wanna explain what all of that was?"

"Look—," he starts, lips quirking down into that little frown you know so well. "If you'd've heard the shit those fuckers were sayin' about ya. Probably would've said worse if I hadn't told 'em to fuck off before they got into some real trouble."

"Wait, you were the reason they all took off? Joel," you laugh because suddenly it all makes sense. 

You just learned the hard way that a grumpy, jealous Joel means getting edged until you black out. Pretty good knowledge to have for future reference, to be honest. Now that you're not sobbing with his head between your legs, it all seems so silly.

"What, did ya expect me to just stand there and let 'em talk about fuckin' my girl right in front of me?"

"I mean, no, but...I dunno, maybe just take the compliment next time and don't threaten a group of scary, muscular men," you chuckle fondly, cupping his wet cheeks in your hands. "Okay? It basically just means you have a hot girlfriend. Congratulations!" 

But he only grumbles in response, still pouting like a child. You bend down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, and he sighs, some of the tension bleeding out of his shoulders.

"What if, when we get home, I show you some of the techniques I learned in my class?" you murmur into his hair. He tilts his head back, eyeing you skeptically.

"Baby, we don't have a stationary bike," he says, brows furrowed in confusion. You suck your bottom lip into your mouth, eyes dropping to his lap.

"That's okay. We won't need one."

THURSDAY

"You can't imagine what I'm 'bout to say. You really wanna know? You'll have to wait. (It's a surprise, surprise.)"

Blue, blue, blue. Just do it, just be blue! It's a great color—the best color, maybe even your favorite color.

You keep chanting at it, loudly and in your head, but the plastic stick doesn't seem to appreciate your encouragement. It just stares back at you, blank and unhelpful.

How much longer do the instructions say you have to wait? One to three minutes, that's it? It feels like it's already been two hours, but it's actually only been...30 seconds. What the fuck.

Maybe if you shake it, it'll develop faster. It's basically like a polaroid, right? And Outkast has never steered you wrong, so. You lean over from where you're still sitting on the toilet, pants around your ankles, to test your theory but it's too late.

It already has an answer for you. ...Wait, what? Both of the lines are blue. So...does that mean you're extra not pregnant? You snatch up the pamphlet again, actually reading through the directions this time, and your stomach drops. Pink was never even an option. 

Two blue lines. Pregnant.

You knew this week was going a little too well. 

Those random bouts of nausea, the weird cravings, the fucking breast tenderness. They didn't need to mean anything. They shouldn't have meant anything.

Fuck. Fuck. What are you supposed to do now? You're way too young to have a baby. Well. Okay, that's a massive lie, but still, you're definitely not ready to have one. Or to be…pregnant. You shudder at the thought. 

Swollen ankles, morning sickness, mood swings. You’re already a walking rollercoaster of emotions, and your back hurts from just existing. No, you can’t do this. 

It's not about the finances, either. You and Joel both have steady jobs and could make it work if you wanted to, but do you want to? Will he? He’s not your husband, not even your fiancée, so there’s no reason for him to stick around. It’s not his burden.

There's just too many unanswered questions. And Joel's already someone's dad. He did the whole baby thing by himself and got it right the first around.

Sarah's perfect—fuck, what is Sarah going to think? Stupid, this was so stupid. You thought you were being so careful. Sure, Joel cums inside you basically every time you have sex, but that's totally beside the point. 

You take those dumb little pills at the same time every day, just like you're supposed to. Except…when’s the last time you had a period? Did you even get it last month? The month before? 

Shit, that wedding—when was that wedding? Your coworker’s, the rich one who decided to have a fucking destination wedding in Hawaii a couple months ago. It was decadent. You and Joel were super drunk the entire time and fucked like rabbits for three days straight. 

Fuck.

Don't cry. Do not cry. Joel will probably be back from picking Sarah up from soccer practice any minute, so you need to hold it together. Maybe you just won’t tell them, at least not until you’ve had more time to process everything and decide what you’re going to do.

But, god, you wear your emotions on your sleeve, and even more so on your face. They’ll know something’s off the second they look at you, and you won’t be able to talk yourself out of it. You’ve always been a shit liar. 

Tears start to fall without your permission. You slump slowly to the floor, pants still around your ankles, and curl up into a ball, willing it all to go away—the tiny clump of cells growing inside your belly and the regret of being so careless, of letting yourself get caught up in a serious relationship in the first place. This isn’t something you can just wish away. It’s life-changing and nothing will ever be the same again. Was it really worth it?

No, no. Of course, it was. Snap out of it.

If only it were that easy. Sobs wrack your entire body, and you can barely hear yourself choking on them, unable to hold them in anymore. Your eyes squeeze shut as you desperately try to block out your reality, but it seeps up your nose and into your mouth, salty and unignorable. 

Blood rushes in your ears and you realize belatedly that you’re starting to hyperventilate, but you can’t stop. You’re drawing in too much air all at once and it’s making your vision go fuzzy. It’s all just too much. Anger, sadness, and fear consume you until you’re screaming with it, desperate to expel it from your body any way you can.

So, you don’t hear the front door opening or Joel and Sarah running up the stairs, completely panic-stricken. 

Joel reaches the ensuite bathroom first and all but breaks down the door, but he’s met with the sight of your half-naked body in a heap on the floor. Immediately, he turns to block Sarah from getting in.

“Hey, hey—no,” he says firmly, wrapping her up in his arms to keep her from seeing past him. “You’re not goin’ in there. Ya gotta give us some time, alright?”

She looks up at him, scared and visibly shaken. 

“What if—do you think she’s okay in there? Was she hurt…d-did you see her?” she asks softly, eyes wet. “Can I see her?”

“Not right now, kiddo,” he mumbles, kicking the bathroom door shut behind him before leading her out of his room and into the hallway. “‘m sorry.”

The crestfallen look on Sarah’s face is the last thing he sees before he closes the door on her. But he has to ignore how badly it feels to keep her away from you, at least until he can figure out what the hell is wrong and how he’s going to fix it.

Your cries have quieted since earlier, but not nearly enough to ease Joel's fears. He can still hear you through the door, hiccuping softly, and opens it gently this time, entering slowly as if he's trying not to spook a scared animal.

It doesn't work as well as he'd hoped. Your head shoots up, a small gasp escaping your lips as you dizzily pull your pants back up.  

"Easy there, s'okay. Baby, s'just me, don't worry," he murmurs, dropping to his knees on the floor next to you, but you flinch away. You can only imagine the hurt in his eyes, and the mental image tugs at your heart. "I need ya to tell me what happened. Did ya hurt yourself?"

Yeah, you could say that.

You shake your head, the only thing you're capable of doing in the state you're in. Trying to speak would be useless after all the screaming you just did and you can't bear to look him in the eye.

"Hey, talk to me. If somethin's the matter, I need to know, 'specially if we gotta get you to the hospital," he says, reaching out to touch you. 

His hand grazes your shoulder, and your body jerks so viscerally that you slam your knees into the bottom of the sink. You let out a tiny whimper of pain right as you hear something small and plastic hit the ground next to you. 

Oh, no. Shit. You desperately try to kick the test out of reach, to cover it with your body—anything to keep him from seeing it—but his fingers wrap around it before you get the chance. He sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth and you feel your whole world shattering. 

That's it, then. Even just a glance at those two blue lines will have immediately told Joel all he needs to know. Now he'll leave and he'd have every right. This is all your fault.

Your cheeks are wet again, but this time you can't bring yourself to care. Turning away from him, you curl back into a ball, ignoring the angry throbbing in your knees as you wait for him to yell or throw the test, or finally get up and walk out.

But he doesn't. Instead, you hear him delicately set the test back on the sink and then he lays down behind you on the floor, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back into his chest.

His heartbeat is fast. It's racing against you and, yet, somehow his breathing is still so calm. The calm before the storm, you're sure of it. You tense, anticipation sitting heavily on your chest and lungs, and he can feel it.

His lips press into the back of your neck and even though the action is so tender and so Joel, you still can’t convince yourself that maybe you’ve misjudged this entire situation. Or that you’ve misjudged him.

“Sweetheart,” he sighs, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades. It hasn’t escaped your notice that he isn’t calling you baby anymore. You can’t tell if that’s for your benefit or his. "Tell me what you're thinkin'."

Time feels like it's moving in slow motion. You really don't mean to ignore him…it’s just that you’re not thinking anything. Lying there in his arms, your mind goes blank, giving in to the white noise of his heartbeat syncopating your own fragile rhythm. 

But somehow he seems to understand you completely, filling the silence himself. His voice lulls you into a false sense of security, or…no. No, that’s not right. It’s real. His security, his safety, is real and reliable, proven and palpable.

“Listen to me—I need ya to hear this, alright? I want whatever you want and if ya don’t want this, we’re not doin’ it,” he says firmly, like he means it with every fiber of his being. You do hear him. But your heart and mind are still rebelling, begging you to see their own senseless logic. Joel won’t stop until he convinces them, too.

“But if ya do…if—,” his voice trails off, cracking almost imperceptibly. At least, to anyone else but you. “—if ya wanna do this with me, then ‘m with ya. Every step of the way, ‘m with ya.”

Then, for the first time since those blue lines appeared in your life, you feel peace. And it's all him. He’s given you a choice—one you knew you always had, but never thought to factor him into. You didn’t think you deserved to involve him. But he does. He deserves that choice, too.

The floodgates open and soon you’re sobbing uncontrollably again, but this time it feels cathartic. Like he’s freed you from a prison of your own making. You find your voice, wet and shaky.

“Joel, I’m scared,” you weep, turning in his arms to finally meet his eyes. And there they are. Brown and beautiful and clear, unclouded by fear and regret, and you let them make you brave. For him and your tiny clump of cells. 

“What if I can’t do this? What—I…,” you hiccup through the disjointed thought, “—if I give up…if it’s just too hard...”

“S’why there’s two of us,” he bends down to murmur soothingly into your cheek, lips brushing against the corner of your own. “But ya can’t push me away anymore. If we do this, then we do it together,” and that lances straight through your heart, obliterating all doubt and setting your decision in stone. 

Together. You’re in this together.

“Okay,” you croak, sniffling as he wipes away your tears. You repeat it, clearer this time. “Okay.”

FRIDAY

"You might think I'm crazy, the way I've been cravin'. If I put it quite plainly, just gimme them babies."

Doctors' offices have no business being as scary as they are. Bare and sterile, and not an ounce of color to be found anywhere but those creepy posters of in-depth diagrams of the human body. Gross.

You fight the urge to turn around and head straight back to the truck but, as if he can sense your plan to make a run for it, Joel places both hands on your shoulders and leads you toward the reception desk. 

“C’mon, we got this,” he says quietly in your ear, likely reassuring both of you. “We go in, they tell us you ’n the baby are healthy, then we get out.” 

You grimace. The baby. That’s still so weird. There’s literally a tiny being growing inside you, eating your food, and sitting on your fucking bladder. It’s like that thing in Alien that bursts out of people’s chests.

Great. Well, that’s officially off the list for movie night later, which Joel promised you'd have if you got your check-up without trying to escape. Technically, you’re doing great so far. And it’s an extremely tempting offer. 

Movie nights at the Miller house usually include a trip to 7/11 for popcorn, soda, and a box of your favorite candy. Those annoying cravings you’re just now realizing are because you’re pregnant would be extremely satiated by that. 

You’ll also get to curl up on the couch with Joel all night in a childless house because Sarah's staying at a friend’s. Win-win. But first, you have to make it through this check-up. 

Everything up until you’re inside the actual examination room isn’t actually so bad. The receptionist is nice enough, even though you can tell she deals with a lot of first-time moms by the way she treats you with baby gloves, and the wait time is less than 10 minutes. 

Yeah, you’ve totally got this. Or at least you did until the doctor shows up with an ultrasound machine and lifts your shirt to squeeze that freezing cold goop all over your stomach. You look up at Joel, scared and a little bewildered, and he takes your hand in his, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. The screen lights up with what you assume is a real-time view of the inside of your belly and, after that, it’s all sort of a blur. 

Six weeks. They tell you that you’re already six weeks pregnant, so you definitely conceived at that dumb wedding. At least you’ve got a story to tell. You’re also entering that fun stage where your nausea’s mostly cleared up, but now you’ll either be super tired or super horny at any given time. 

You try not to laugh when you feel Joel’s hand subtly twitch in yours. Of course, he perks up at that. Honestly, you’d be a liar if you said you weren’t going to enjoy it, too. Immensely.

Then, comes the big one. The entire point of this doctor’s visit, and the reason you and Joel are gripping each other so tight, you’re cutting off the other’s circulation. But it’s good news. Luckily, it's all good news.

Your tiny clump of cells is healthy, you’re healthy, and you can go home now, equipped with all of that very calming knowledge. One day, you’re going to have to stop calling them a clump, but you’ve decided today is not that day.

“Told ya it wouldn’t be so bad,” he teases as you walk out to the truck, still hand-in-hand. 

But his eyes betray his tone. There’s a seriousness to his joy, and you can see it so clearly in the way he’s looking at you like you’ve given him the greatest gift in the world. It makes you feel warm and…important. Loved. He continues, his voice tinged with something a little softer. 

“Thank you…for goin’, I mean. S’good to know that everythin’s alright. That you’re alright.”

You stop next to the car, meeting his gaze with what you hope is the same amount of love and affection you see, and throw your arms around his neck. 

“Thanks for taking me, and just…being here. Like, really being here, not just showing up so you can say you did,” you say earnestly, and he leans down to kiss you, his arms wrapping around you to pull you close.

“‘Course, baby. Don't have to thank me for that,” he mumbles against your lips. 

Not ready to separate from him, you deepen the kiss, running your tongue along his bottom lip until he opens for you and licking into his mouth freely. He groans as you press him into the side of the truck, his hands trailing down your sides to grip the plush of your ass through your jeans. 

You can feel him starting to stiffen against your belly and that carnal hunger the doctor warned you about takes over, the need to feel more, more of him overwhelming you. He’s just so solid everywhere. 

Your fingers skim underneath his shirt to feel his stomach flexing beneath your palms, and you roll your hips into his, gasping into his mouth at the friction. You’re so caught up in his hands on your body, his tongue in your mouth, that you don’t hear the group of people passing by on the other side of the truck.

But Joel does. He begrudgingly pulls away from you, hard as a rock and panting heavily. You whine at the loss, and he twitches against you in response.

“C’mon, baby, I’m not fuckin’ you in a goddamn Planned Parenthood parkin’ lot,” he chuckles, leading you to the passenger’s side of the car. He smacks your ass when you resist, and you shoot him a wounded glare. “Uh-uh, none’a that. ‘m takin’ you home. Owe ya a movie, don’t I?”

You perk up at the mention of his promise from earlier.

“You sure do. And candy, and popcorn, and soda,” you list off, easily distracted by the prospect of shitty junk food. You bounce into the car, shifting the seat to recline as far as it’ll go. “What are we watching?”

“Whatever you want, baby."

Well, he did say he’d give you whatever you wanted. And for a while, it was the movie—you’d even picked out your favorite. But you only manage to get about 20 minutes in before Joel's arm around your shoulder and chest under your cheek become an unignorable distraction. 

Now, you want something else. 

You don't bother teasing or playing coy, not when he’s so solidly pressed against you, just begging to be had. Your body rises and falls with every breath he takes, and it’s so visceral, being close enough to touch and taste him, and yet not doing either. 

His neck looks especially delicious under the faint, fluorescent lighting of the TV, and your lips press wetly into the underside of his jaw, sucking delicately as your tongue darts out to taste him. His breath hitches, but he shows no other signs of being affected at all. 

Taking that as your cue to up the ante, you drop your hand onto his lap to tug at his belt, but he catches you before you can make any progress. You tilt your head back to look up at him, brows furrowed in confusion, but he just smirks, eyes still locked on the TV screen.

"You wanted a movie, didn't ya? Thought ya loved this one," he says teasingly. "You can wait a couple hours—I know ya can."

Yeah, you can, but that doesn't mean you want to. He was so into it in the parking lot, so what happened between then and now? You didn't think he liked this movie that much, but apparently you were mistaken. 

Settling back into his side, you try to shift your focus back to the movie, but then the hand on your shoulder starts to play with your hair. His fingers graze your neck, and you're back to squeezing your thighs together in frustration. 

He has to be doing this on purpose. Riling you up so much that once the movie’s finally over, you’ll be putty in his hands. Well, two can play that game. If he won't let you touch him, then you'll just have to touch yourself.

Your eyes flutter closed as you run your fingers down your belly, slipping your hand beneath the waistband of your shorts to drag your fingers up and down your slick folds. God, you didn't realize you were already so wet. You gasp softly as you trail upward toward your clit, but Joel's voice startles you out of your reverie. 

"Should ya be doin' that right now?" 

There's a tinge of warning to his voice, and it burns hot in your veins. You open your eyes slowly and he's finally looking at you, his attention drawn to your fingers still moving under the fabric.

"Well, you weren't gonna. What, are you—," your middle finger brushes against that sensitive bundle of nerves and you bite back a whine, "—you...ngh—gonna stop me?"

The hand that was gently stroking your hair shifts back to firmly grip the back of your neck, squeezing just hard enough to make your fingers stutter. He leans in, his voice dangerously low in your ear.

"No, I'll let ya keep goin'. But you're gonna do exactly what I tell ya to, ya got that?" he murmurs, watching as your hips begin to swivel into your own sweet friction. "'n if you're good for me...," he trails off, eyes dropping down to where he's slowly jerking off his hardening cock through his jeans. "...I'll give ya this. We got a deal?"

You want him inside you so badly, you almost say yes before he's even done talking, but then you have a wicked thought. A counteroffer, of sorts.

"I'll take your deal. But—," you start with a devilish smile, and he raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. "Only if you touch yourself, too. Want you to fuck your hand like you're fucking me."

"Deal," he says without hesitation.

"Deal," you smirk, removing your hand from your pussy for him to shake, your fingers sticky and glistening. 

He takes your proffered hand but, instead of shaking, he wraps his lips around your slick digits, sucking you off each one and groaning at your taste. What you wouldn't give to have that tongue in your mouth. Or buried in your cunt. Pulling off with a lewd pop, he nods at your lap.

"Take your fuckin' pants off. Now."

Shit, he doesn't have to tell you twice. You quickly shimmy out of your shorts and underwear, and wait for his next instructions. You'll be a good girl for him. The best girl he's ever had and ever will.

"Spread 'em. Show me how wet you are for me," he mumbles, kicking your legs apart. 

You spread them as wide as you can. The cool night breeze filtering in through the open window meets your center, and you're suddenly aware of how much wetter you've gotten since you started. It almost makes your mouth water. You don't think you've ever been this turned on by your own body in your life.

Slick coats your thighs, seeping into the couch, and he looks pleased. You can see he wants to touch you just as badly as you want to touch yourself. Your knee bumps into his thigh and he hooks your leg over his, holding you open. 

"Shit, would'ja look at that," he breathes out in awe. "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

Your cunt visibly clenches at the praise and he hisses in a breath through his teeth, resting his hand on your thigh so he can lean over your body. He lingers for a moment like he's admiring you laid out for him like this, but then moves a little closer and spits a thick glob of saliva right onto your clit. 

Your jaw drops, a loud gasp torn from your chest when he grabs your hand, using your fingers to gather it up and swirl it around your swollen nub. Shit, if he keeps going like this, you're going to cum and fast. 

Dropping your head back onto his shoulder, you rock into your fingers, slipping through the mess he's made of your pussy, and your body starts to feel like a rubber band about to snap. 

"Wanna taste you so fuckin' bad. Fuck you on my tongue 'til you're nice 'n ready for me," he growls, pressing your fingers harder onto your clit. "S'that what you want? Wanna cum in my mouth?"

You turn to bury your head into the crook of his neck, nodding frantically as you cry into the soothing warmth of his skin. You're going to cum. Fuck, fuck, you're going to cum. Your eyes start to roll back as you feel it crescendo, and then—

Then, he releases your hand, cruelly and unapologetically. 

"Not yet, baby. We both gotta be patient, don't we?" he teases you again, and your eyes snap open.

What the fuck. No, you're not letting him edge you again. It was fun and all at the gym, but you're way too far gone to be playing games right now. 

And how isn't he a total wreck? Both of his hands are on you, even though that wasn't part of the deal, so he can't be taking care of himself.

Your eyes drop down to his lap, and wow. This man has more willpower than you ever could've imagined. He's so hard, you can see the tip of his cock peeking out above the waistband of his pants. And it's leaking everywhere, twitching and angrily dribbling precum all over the fabric. 

He looks...so fucking good like this. Fuck, you want him so bad. But that means getting back on track, and it's obviously on you to make that happen. Clearly, he's more affected by all of this than he made it seem.

"Joel, please, just tell me what to do," you plead. You'll beg if you have to. Whatever it takes for you to finally get what you want.

"Alright, alright," he concedes, taking sympathy on you, likely reaching his limit himself. "'m gonna let you make yourself feel good, baby. Don't'chu worry."

"Great," you grit through your teeth. "Then start by taking your fucking pants off."

He chuckles at his words thrown back at him, but listens, regardless. His boxers and jeans are pulled off in two hard tugs, and his cock bounces against his stomach, thick and wet, and unfairly far from your aching pussy. The hand on your neck moves to gently caress the side of your cheek.

"Gonna start nice 'n slow, ya got that?" he says, biting back a groan as he wraps his fingers around his neglected cock. He starts to pump himself, and more precum leaks out. "Watch me."

But it didn't need to be said. You're already enraptured by the way he strokes himself, slow and steady, swiping his thumb over the head on every upstroke. He's panting softly, trying to keep his hips from jerking up into his fist, but you can see how much effort it's taking not to.

"C'mon, baby. Gimme one finger—your middle finger, all the way in," he commands, his voice as tight as his grip.

You tear your eyes away from him while you run your fingers through your folds, still slick with his saliva and your own desire, and then sink your finger into yourself knuckle by knuckle. It doesn't feel like much, and you both know it, but at least it's something. 

"Now, follow me," he says, watching your hand as intently as you're watching his. 

You rock your finger in and out slowly, just like he said. Because you're his good girl and good girls do what they're told. It’s already a sticky mess, your finger creamier with every thrust, and he groans out his appreciation. 

"Good girl. Add another one. Not too fast, now." 

Finally, you get some real relief. Slipping your index finger in alongside your middle finger, you feel that little bit of stretch you've been aching for and you can't help but whimper.

His lips part, brows furrowing as his hand speeds up. His eyes are locked on where your sopping cunt is sucking in your fingers greedily and, fuck, he's even more of a mess now. Sweat dripping from his temples, chest heaving with the effort of holding himself back. 

So hot. So fucking hot. It's scorching, the way your cunt feels around your fingers as you fuck into yourself a little faster. They're rubbing your walls just right, your palm grazing your clit after every stroke, and his hyper-focused gaze makes it all feel that much better. You want to hear him say it again. For him to tell you how well you’re doing.

"—ngh...i-is this good?" you whine, knowing how pathetic you sound, but forgetting to care.

"Perfect, baby. You're perfect," he rasps, unable to keep his hips from snapping up into his fist as the sweet sounds of your wet squelching reach his ears. "So fuckin' good for me."

Preening hard at his praise, you push a little too deep into yourself and graze something mind-numbing that almost hurts with how good it feels. You cry out, curling your fingers into it again and again as you bury your face back into his neck. His arm tightens around your shoulder and he leans over to press his lips soothingly against your forehead. 

"That's it, baby, just like that. Doin' so well," he groans, lips brushing against your skin. His strokes are frantic now and you know he can’t last much longer. "Need ya to gimme one more. Just one—last one, promise. Then I'll give ya whatever you want."

Nodding quickly, face still cushioned against his shoulder, you add your ring finger, and fucking hell, you’re so full. You stretch your fingers apart, pumping them in and out the best you can, and they drag against that spot—every spot—with how tight you are. But somehow it’s not enough. It’s not Joel’s cock, so it’ll never be enough. 

Everything’s drowned out except for the wet sounds of skin on skin, and Joel’s voice, still just above your brow, talking you through your almost painful pleasure. He’s panting, whispering tender words that you can’t hear so much as feel with those soft, perfect lips.

“…tell me when you’re close, baby. Can’t feel ya, gonna need you to use your words,” he barely chokes out, staving off his orgasm, waiting for you. 

It’s already close, but you’re only teetering, stuck in a constant loop of almost there, and need more. You can’t reach where you need to, but Joel can. So easily and all you have to do is ask. He said he’d give you whatever you wanted.

But you didn’t realize he was already at his limit, and you don’t get the chance to tell him before he’s babbling, delirious with the need to cum.

"'m sorry—fuck, 'm sorry. Need...to—ngh, fuck, need to cum inside you...fill you up...," he moans, and he sounds upset like he can’t help himself, not anymore.

Abruptly, so much quicker than you can fully process, your fingers are yanked out of your cunt and replaced by his cock, and the thrust is so harsh, he hits exactly where you need him to without even trying. The whine building in your chest erupts as a wail as you immediately lock down around him, sending him over the edge with you.

Full. God, how can you feel this full? You’re so unbelievably aware of him cumming inside you and there’s so much, he’s already leaking out of you. And he almost seems angry about it. Your hips are roughly tilted up so he’s fucking down into you, eyes unfocused, and snarling like a wild animal.

And still so mouthy.

“You got no idea how good ya look right now. Fuckin’ glowin’,” he all but slurs, drunk on the idea of keeping his seed inside you. “S’that my baby in you, makin’ ya glow like that?”

"Oh...oh, god, fuck, Joel,” you whimper, your aftershocks still milking him dry. “Christ, y-you trying to knock me up twice?" 

It’s like that alone makes him redouble his efforts. You’ve never seen him like this before, but you like it. Something primal in you wants this as badly as he does.

"Fuck yeah, baby, gonna pump you full'a twins."

Holy shit. You’re not sure if you’re still cumming or if you just came again, but you feel an entirely new rush of pleasure and he hisses out a breath through his teeth like he can feel it. Not long after, sensitivity starts to set in for both of you and he stills, seated deeply inside you, chest heaving and eyes shut tight. 

His hands squeeze where they’ve been aggressively gripping your thighs before he reluctantly pulls out, but he keeps your hips tilted up as he drops to sit between your legs on the cushion below.

“There a reason I can’t lay down like a normal person?” you laugh, wiggling in his grasp. “Joel, come on, put me down. I’m already pregnant.”

“Just gimme a minute,” he mumbles, suddenly sounding so solemn. He turns his head from where it's resting on the side of your knee to kiss your damp skin. “Didn’t know I was knockin’ you up the first time, just…lemme have this, alright?” 

Your eyes soften. How this man can be such a sap after fucking you like that is beyond comprehension, but if he wants this, then you’ll let him have his moment. It’s kind of sweet, anyway.

“Okay,” you reach up to brush your fingertips along his cheek. It's incredible, really, all of the things you see in Joel's eyes right now. That in this single, fleeting gaze, you can see forever. "Put a baby in me.”

SATURDAY

"Can you stay up all night? Fuck me 'til the daylight. 34, 35."

You’re convinced Joel tastes especially good in the mornings. There’s a hint of sweat to his skin, so naturally bitter and heady, maybe even a little tangy. It’s fucking delicious.

And he’s always hard in the morning. His cock is the perfect alarm clock, always reliable and super effective, whether it’s pulsing against your thigh or rutting into your ass. It’s your favorite way to wake up, but there’s usually not enough time to enjoy it to the fullest.

Not with work and Sarah, even Tommy showing up for breakfast unannounced. But it’s Saturday, which means you can keep your lips wrapped around him for as long as you want, make him cum as many times as you want, and taste him to your heart’s content. 

He probably won’t even wake up, at least not right away. Joel sleeps like the dead, especially on the weekends, and it’s been a long week. Even now, as you suck the tip into your wet, very eager mouth and swallow him down halfway, he barely stirs. 

That’s more than okay with you. You’d be happy to lie in bed, head pillowed on his stomach, keeping his cock warm between your lips while you wait. Relishing how fucking good he tastes and how your jaw pleasantly aches as you adjust to accommodate his girth.

But, soon enough, your jaw isn’t the only thing aching. The slick mess you’re making in your underwear right now is getting hard to ignore, but you don’t want to let him go. He’s velvety smooth against your tongue, dribbling salty precum down your throat, and his unconscious body is starting to respond to you more and more with each passing moment. This is your favorite part.

He lets out a soft grunt, twitching into the inside of your cheek, and your efforts become a little more concentrated and a lot more obvious. You try to forget about your soaked underwear and the pleasurable whoosh in your belly in favor of sucking a little harder, letting saliva pool in your mouth as you slurp loudly around the head.

His hips jerk up, surprising you enough to gag you, and that only makes your mouth and pussy wetter, the heat building in your core almost unbearable now. The moan that escapes you sends a drawn-out series of vibrations straight down to his balls that pulls even more noise from him, and your head steadily shifts with the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

He's starting to rut into your mouth, whimpering, and yet somehow still asleep, and it makes you feel powerful to have full control over him like this. To command his pleasure without any interruption or intervention, making him fall apart entirely at your mercy. You kind of hope you can get him to cum like this, to be his alarm clock for once. 

Turns out only half of your wish is granted, but you don't realize it until Joel's fingers are threading into your hair and abruptly tugging you off. He's definitely awake now, but he also definitely didn't cum. Bummer. You try sucking him back into your mouth, but he tugs you harder even as his hips chase you. 

"Joel, what—?" you glare up at him, but upon seeing him, you feel a little bad for your reaction. He looks so sleepy, still a little dazed from his unconventional wake-up call, blinking blearily like he's doing his best to stay awake. Your expression softens. 

"Sorry, got a little carried away," you murmur sheepishly. "But, um, you taste really good, so if you wanna go back to sleep, I can just keep—"

You're cut off by a hand trailing down your body, following the curve of your ass to dip inside you. He smears the moisture around your entrance, pushing two fingers into you, then pulling out to hold them up to his face. You watch him, enraptured by the way he inspects your wetness, how it strings between his middle and ring fingers. 

Then, he surprises you even further by sucking them into his mouth, his eyes rolling back as he groans around them before slipping them out totally clean. His cock jerks next to your face and you belatedly realize you're drooling.

"Fuck, so do you." He's fully awake now, eyes clear, but dark. Hungry.

"Huh?" you ask dumbly. 

"Ya taste really good," he mumbles, his voice low and so sexy, still thick with sleep. You feel your cheeks heat up. Oh. 

"C'mere, baby," he tells you, patting his chest. You crawl up his body and lean up to kiss him, assuming he wants you to taste yourself in his mouth, but he stops you. "Other way, sweetheart."

Your brows furrow in confusion as you try to work out exactly what he's asking for. Even though you've been awake and riling him up for what feels like hours, your brain clearly hasn't caught up yet. His eyes are unreadable, fingers tense at his sides. Like he's just itching for you to understand.

"Need you to figure this out—know you can do it," he rasps needily. "C'mon, smart girl, what do I want?"

And then it hits you. He's not asking you to sit on his chest, not really. He wants you to sit on his face. Needs you to. Sprawled out on your hands and knees where his spit-slick cock would be just within reach, bobbing temptingly with every breath he takes.

God, you want to. The idea of Joel fucking you with his tongue while he's fucking into your mouth makes you clench so hard it hurts. You bite your lip, meeting his expectant gaze.

Okay. Okay, you can definitely do that. Especially when he looks so...eager. It also has the double advantage of combining mind-blowing sex with a well-rounded breakfast. You have a feeling you'll both be full after this.

"Just so I have this straight—," you splay your fingers across his stomach, trailing down to wrap tightly around his length and tug upward until a single, perfect bead of precum leaks from his slit, "—you still want my mouth here."  

Your eyes stay locked on his as you bend down to lick it off, lingering to suckle the tip and tease your tongue just under the ridge. When he doesn't immediately tug you off, you take him deeper, preening at his harsh intake of breath. 

You don't want to press your luck, but he tastes fucking incredible, somehow even better than he did earlier. Maybe it's the way he's watching you, captivated and attuned to your every movement. 

He’s already starting to buck into you, shallowly, now an active participant in his own pleasure. His knuckles are nearly white with how hard he’s fisting the sheets, teeth gritting as he fights the urge to rush you. 

But his patience is wearing thin. Just a few thrusts later, he tugs you off with what feels like dwindling restraint, and your dazed, glassy eyes don't do much to help.

You look wrecked, and you know it. Lips swollen and slick with saliva, your lashes wet with unshed tears from the effort of taking him. He reaches out to trace your bottom lip with his thumb, hissing when you catch the tip between your teeth.

“Yeah...ngh—yeah, keep doin' that. Suckin' me just like that," he breathes raggedly. "And sit that pretty pussy right here—"

Then, without warning, he's suddenly manhandling you into position, throwing your leg over his head, and maneuvering you until you can feel him panting heavily against your cunt.

“Down, baby, let's go. Wanna taste ya. Now.”

Blunt nails dig into your skin and your hips stutter, dipping low enough for your clit to brush his bottom lip. It’s enough for him to get a taste of you. For him to finally snap and decide he’s done waiting.

Joel yanks you onto his face, licking a wide stripe from your clit to your entrance, his tongue immediately finding a home in your pussy. The motion knocks you off balance and you fall forward, his cock just inches from your mouth.

Bracing a hand on his stomach, you wrap your other around him and he groans throatily in response, the sound deep and muffled as he licks into you with increased fervor. And his noises only grow in volume, vibrating against your folds and sending jolt after jolt into your very sensitive bundle of nerves. 

His mouth feels so fucking hot, and the coarseness of his beard burns, making it hard to concentrate on what you’re desperately trying to accomplish. You’re already panting, hiccuped breaths puffing teasingly and cruelly against him until he’s pulsing in your grip. 

The promise of him throbbing just like that down your throat makes you focus just long enough to take him back into your mouth, intent on sucking him down as far as your body will let you. But, by now, any sense of self-control he might’ve had before is totally gone. His hips buck clean off the mattress at the tightness of your lips around him, and he all but chokes you with the force of it, the size of him. 

And, fuck, you love it. The way his stomach tenses, his thighs trembling beneath you. You can’t tell where your body ends and his begins, not when he’s fucking into you every single way he can. His tongue spears into you and your pussy rhythmically squeezes him every time his cock grazes the back of your throat. 

You’re audibly gagging around him and it’s filthy as hell, but you can tell how much it’s turning him on. Christ, can you tell. Maybe you were genuinely worried you’d suffocate him at first but, now, you probably couldn’t stop yourself from grinding into his face even if you tried. And that's exactly what he wants.

"...Harder—mmph, c'mon, baby," you feel him groan into your cunt, urging your hips even lower. "—ride me harder, harder."

How—he...fuck, he's...? Everywhere. He's everywhere. You struggle to do what he told you, to use him for your mounting pleasure, but it doesn't fucking matter anymore. You're helpless but to let him do whatever he wants to you.

Joel’s devouring you. Roughly grabbing your ass, moaning pathetically into you as he pulls your cheeks apart for better access. It’s almost like you can feel him swelling between your lips, and you try to pull up for just a second of respite. 

But, then, he abruptly shifts. His mouth lowers to suck gently, yet fleetingly on your clit twice, then he licks a wide stripe back up to your entrance. Except, he doesn’t stop there. Instead, he continues his path up, gathering your wetness as he goes, and swirls his tongue around your other hole before sucking hard. And it sends you reeling.

Jesus fucking Christ, that’s new. Fuck, and it’s—so...so good. It’s indescribable, how he feels right now. How he sounds—slurping you up, whimpering desperately like he’ll cum at any moment. 

And he’s loud, drawn-out moans escaping from so deep within his chest, they climb their way from that tight ring of muscle straight up your spine, where you can vaguely feel his arm snaking around you to claw at your back. You can’t think anymore—you’re done thinking. 

Now, it’s just him trapping you in place, the three fingers he’s suddenly pumping into your spasming pussy, and his cock, now abandoned and leaking on his stomach. It’s so much, bordering on too much, and you can’t hold yourself up anymore.

Your head drops unceremoniously onto the puddle of precum and it smears across your cheek as his hips urgently roll into nothing. But you don’t even notice. Not even when your eyes roll back and you start to babble deliriously, your orgasm building quickly in a place between your legs you can’t even begin to explain.

“Joel…JoelJoelJoel—I…you…,” you slam a hand down on the mattress as your thighs start to quake violently. “…cumming—‘m cumming, fuck—fuck.”

It doesn’t just crash over you, it rocks you to your core. Everything below your waist locks down, squeezing his fingers so tight, you swear you can feel each individual knuckle. Your jaw drops, parting around what feels like a silent scream, but you can’t be totally sure because soon, Joel is groaning so gutturally, you can’t focus on anything else.

At least, until he cums completely untouched right into your face. And he cums hard. Thick spurts cover your lips and chin, landing haphazardly on your cheek, and your tongue darts out to taste him, salty and sated and perfect. Exactly what you've been waiting for.

His thighs tense intermittently, a few more drops dribbling out of his slit, and you crane your neck, letting your tongue flutter over his head. As it pulses weakly against your lips, Joel gasps out your name, burying his face in your swollen pussy again. 

Lazily, you swivel your hips into his mouth despite the extreme overstimulation, hiccuping soft moans and nearly succumbing to the easy pleasure. He gently caresses your clit, enveloping you with a dextrous warmth that simultaneously makes you jolt and crave the sensation. 

Neither of you want to stop. Truthfully, you'd let him do this to you all day, drawing orgasm after orgasm from each other the way you have been all week. But exhaustion's starting to set in and you're not sure your body can physically take any more.

Joel slaps your ass and you huff out a soft laugh, deciding it's time to separate so you can get cozy with him again. The perfect end to your surprisingly athletic, lazy Saturday morning in bed.

“You gonna stop anytime soon, or do you just live there now?” you pant teasingly, grimacing as you slowly lift your head off his stomach. 

Shit, you’re a mess. You’re practically stuck to him, his cum drying on his stomach and your face, and you can feel the stickiness of his saliva mixed with your juices dripping between your legs. His hand trails from your ass down to your inner thigh, painting mindless patterns on your sullied skin.

"Sure don't seem like ya want me to stop," he chuckles tiredly, managing to suck your clit chastely one last time before you jerk your hips away. 

His head finally drops onto the pillow below him, and he lets out a disgruntled whine when you toss your leg over his head, plopping down on the bed beside him.

"Yeah, well, one of us has to have a little self-control or we're not leaving this bed today. And you, uh, look like you could use some tidying up,” you snort, scratching your fingertips against his already crusting beard. He mimics the motion on your leg, and you swat his hand away, rolling your eyes fondly.

It would be disgusting if it were literally anyone else but Joel but, here in this bed—your bed—it feels so natural. Like it’s totally normal that you’d be covered in each other’s releases, having a silly conversation on a Saturday morning as if you’ve done this all your lives. 

“Might wanna look in the mirror, baby. I’d be more’n happy to keep lookin’ at ya like this, but—,” he leans up to wipe a streak of cum off your bottom lip. His hand lingers, cupping your damp cheek, and you instinctively lean into his touch. “—you probably need more cleanin’ up than I do.” 

You eye each other for a few seconds, taking in how truly disgusting you both are, before bursting into fits of laughter. You’re smiling so hard, your skin tugs under his drying release and that makes you laugh even harder.

“Alright, alright, filthy girl,” he jokes, wiping a stray tear from his eye. “Lay down, I’ll take care of ya.”

He sits up and slowly slides off the bed, yanking your legs out from under you as he goes. Still giggling, you flop onto the damp, cotton sheets with an oomph and immediately take the opportunity to stretch out your sore limbs. You nuzzle into your pillow with a soft mewl, practically purring as you try to soak up the warm morning rays streaming through the gaps in the curtains.

You glance over at Joel as you continue to nest like a gigantic cat, but he's already watching you, paused in the doorway to the bathroom. His eyes rove appreciatively down your naked body and you observe him quietly, deciding you'll let him stare for as long as he wants to. There's no rush. Sure, you're still a mess and probably have the worst bedhead imaginable, but despite it all, he makes you feel beautiful. 

When he returns with a cool, damp washcloth a few minutes later, he's much cleaner and you're only a little bummed that the evidence of your explosive morning is gone. He's gentle and attentive as he wipes the remaining streaks off your cheeks and chin, and bends down to kiss you once your face is officially cum-free. 

Okay, maybe you lied earlier. This is your favorite part. Joel taking care of you, choosing to express his affection through his actions and touch. You sigh into his mouth, melting into the first real kiss you've shared since waking up, and it takes his tongue tangling with yours for you to realize he tastes minty. He's always so delicious.

Trailing further down, he wipes his release off your stomach, pressing his lips to each freshly-cleaned inch of skin, and then crawls between your legs to wash away the mess he made of your thighs. Your eyes start to flutter closed at the repetitive shift in sensation, his hands lulling you to sleep, until the washcloth hits the floor with a dull splat.

Well, that was over way too soon. But you quickly forgive the horrible transgression once his warm, welcome body sinks into the bed next to you, and his tousled head of hair and beard nuzzle into your stomach.

He mouths at your skin, his lips pressing sweetly around your belly button, and it tickles, making you laugh as you thread your fingers through his curls and scratch his scalp affectionately. 

After a moment of comfortable silence, his hand splays warm and broad next to his head. His expression shifts and he looks unexpectedly pensive. Uncertainty creeps into your chest before you can logic it away, even though you know without a doubt that he wants this. His lips begin to move against your stomach and it takes a second for you to realize he's saying something, almost too quietly for you to hear. But when it finally registers, all of that fear completely fades away.

"Hey there, kiddo. It's me, your daddy," he murmurs, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin as soothing as his words. He has the tiniest smile on his face, and it's growing wider by the second. "We're all so excited to meet ya. Me, your momma, your big sister, your uncle...we already love ya so damn much."

The room starts to blur into a wash of colors and figures, and shit, you're crying. But how could you not be? He's...talking to your tiny clump of cells. To your baby—who can't possibly be bigger than a pumpkin seed—with so much adoration, it makes your chest ache. 

You're trying so hard not to tremble or sniffle or breathe too heavily so you don't startle him, but that doesn't exactly work out. A few stray tears make their way up your nose, and you snort around your next inhale. Classic, clumsy you.

Joel's head shoots up like he's been caught and his cheeks flush that beautiful shade of burgundy you love so much. You don't want him to stop, but he looks so embarrassed like he thinks he's done something wrong. That couldn't be further from the truth. 

"I'm just emotional from the hormones, it's totally fine. I'm totally fine," you give him a reassuring, watery grin. "Keep going. I think they like the sound of daddy's voice."

He chuckles and reaches up to wipe your tears away, gently cradling your face in his hand before he slides it back down to your belly. He continues where he left off, just like you asked, but you have a sneaking suspicion he would've anyway. Joel's just one of those men who was born to be a dad. It comes as naturally to him as breathing.

“Heard that? That's your momma, kiddo. She's....well. She's somethin' else. Strongest, most lovin', person I've ever known and fuckin' sharp as a tack," he smiles up at you, eyes crinkling and bright as the goddamn sun. "And she's beautiful. She even sounds beautiful, don't she? Hopin' you'll come out just like her."

You scoff affectionately, shaking your head as you share a look that tells you he knows exactly what you're thinking. If this baby pops out without his brown eyes and curls, you're going to be so pissed. You teasingly tug his hair, willing him to take it back, but he won't. If your baby's getting anything from the two of you, it's stubbornness.

Then, before you can blink, there's a sudden tone shift. His hand finds yours, lacing your fingers together, and he turns his head so he's speaking directly into your belly. An exchange just between a father and his child.

"Wanna know a secret? S'just between you and me, though, alright? Don't go tellin' your momma," he says nosing into your soft skin, his voice barely above a whisper. You watch him curiously, squeezing his hand to get his attention, but his focus remains on your stomach. "'m gonna ask your momma to marry me. Think she'll say yes?"

Your heart stops and it feels like all of the air's been sucked out of the room. That's—fuck...that's one hell of a secret to share with your baby. You can't even imagine the kind of trouble they're going to get up to if they're already keeping secrets like that. 

His eyes flit up to meet yours, but they're not questioning or expectant. He isn't wondering what your answer will be. He just looks peaceful. Blanketed in an easy calm because he already knows what you're going to say. Of course, he does. 

Propping his chin on your hip, Joel quietly observes your reaction while he strokes the back of your hand with the rough pad of his thumb. You wonder what he sees on your face and in your body language right now because you're positive it's not the elation or excessive joy anyone else would expect.

You're not squealing or jumping up and down, or whatever newly engaged people usually do. No, that blanket of easy calm is more than big enough for both of you, and it feels safe and warm, just like you always knew this moment would. 

And you wouldn't want it any other way. Lying here together after possibly the most eventful week of your lives, filled with so much sex and love and family, and deciding that you want to keep doing this together, over and over. Forever.

You guide his hand up to your lips, pressing a firm, lingering kiss to his palm, before placing it over your racing heart. That tiny smile returns to his face and he crawls up your body so he can kiss you properly, conveying his love better than words ever could. 

It's still way too early for your baby to kick or give their daddy any sort of sign that they heard his question, but you're sure they wouldn't mind if you answered for them. It's a no-brainer, anyway.

"Yeah, I do."

thanks for reading! 💕

[teamfreemando1975]

"What if—what if I just go there.... now?" Cas asked, looking earnestly between Sam and Dean.

Dean shifted in his chair, gesturing with a hand vaguely. "And say what? You can't just show up at her house without an explanation," he explained to the angel. "It's... creepy."

"But I need to see her. So, we come up with an explanation," Cas said, his brow furrowing. He looked at Sam as if for ideas, but Sam was just watching him with a vague smile on his face. The angel began to pace the length of the room again. "I'll tell her that I need to talk to her. Urgently. And—"

"That's what cell phones are for Cas," Dean pointed out through a bite of his sandwich.

"Well, I'll say it's about something I couldn't say over the phone," Cas improvised.

"And when she asks what that is, you're gonna say what?" Dean pressed him, clearly skeptical.

The angel glared back at Dean with a heavy brow.

"Don't shoot the messenger! Geez!" Dean said, throwing his hands up.

"What if," Sam shrugged, "what if he just tells her the truth?" he suggested.

"What—just show up at her door and when she pulls it open say, 'Hi, I'm in love with you'?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah," he said, smiling. "Why not?"

Dean thought about it momentarily. "It's not the worst idea we've had," he murmured, glancing at the angel.

Cas, however, was beginning to feel sick with nerves. "This is a bad idea," he said, going wide-eyed. He sat heavily down on the nearest chair. "What was I thinking? I can't do this. Even just seeing here I can hardly speak..."

"You can," Sam reassured him. "And you won't regret it, Cas. Trust us."

Cas gulped, still nervously, but looked somewhat reassured.

Dean stood up and laughed gruffly. "Yeah, for some unknown reason, she seems to really like your feathery ass. Makes no sense to me but—" he shrugged and walked out with his empty plate. The angel looked back at the younger Winchester.

"You can do this," Sam said.

Cas took one more deep breath, and with the rustling of his wings, he was gone.

[teamfreemando1975]

ok so hear me out, ( Supernatural), french mistake where they find out that the actor/actress who plays their s/o is dating a different castmate and having to watch them kiss and be all lovey dovey with eachother.

Alternative Universe (SPN pref!) 🩷

a/n: i fucking LOVE this episode. i also love this prompt. thank you so much anon, i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: swearing

Dean:

he’s looking for you - you’re his top priority

being called ‘Jensen’ left and right all he wants is to see his wonderful s/o and have something normal

he turns the corner and sees you

“oh my god. yes. y/n!”

and then he walks closer

you’re kissing fucking castiel

“what the fuck??”

“hey!! y/n!!”

you pull away all confused.

“hey.. dean?”

“since when are you dating cas?”

side eye

“Jensen… you okay? Misha and I have been dating for like… ever.”

he’s gobsmacked

“what the hell.”

he walks away

he’s so angry

you guys are holding hands and smiling and he’s STARING YOU DOWN

“hey y/n. when do we kiss on screen?”

“um… i think today? why?”

he’s making sure you guys get to that kiss scene

“that do anything for you?”

“Jensen!”

definitely holds a grudge when he goes back and he sees castiel

—

Sam:

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again. if there was a word for sam it would be Flabbergasted

he’s searching around frantically for you bc where tf is he and wtf is going on. why are people calling him Jared??

anyways

he sees you and he’s so happy

“hey y/n!”

you smile over at him and wave.

“hey!! whatcha doin?”

“just looking for you. aren’t you freaked out?”

“um… should i be freaked out?”

he’s confused now.

He’s even MORE confused when GODDAMN Dean Winchester comes up to you and kisses you on the cheek

him^

“dean??!” he’s shocked.

“oh. are we supposed to be in character right now?” -jensen

“what the hell?” sam is CONFUSED

“Jared.. you good? you okay?”

he walks away

“i have to get out of whatever hell this is..”

when he gets back he can’t look at Dean the same lmfao

—

Castiel:

Cas is trying to keep his cool but who tf is misha

he finds you and he’s so happy

finally someone he knows that he knows

PLOT TWIST

you turn around and MOTHERFUCKING CROWLEY IS KISSING YOU

cas rn^

he’s SO SAD

“y/n.”

“oh! hey Misha!”

“not you too!!”

awww poor baby

apologize RIGHT NOW.

he gets back and is so happy to see you

he’s hugging you and won’t let you near crowley

—

Crowley:

he sees you kissing sam mf winchester and is SO DISTRAUGHT

“y/n!!”

“oh hey!”

“what the hell is this?”

“… what’s what?”

*frantically motions between the two of you*

“…we’ve been dating for four years?”

he’s mad mad

he’s also just confused

“how could they pick HIM over ME??”

he gets back home and def gives you the silent treatment for like a day

i’m sorry

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PEDRO PASCAL ⏤ Controllers Down: Adapting The Last of Us

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For all those loved and lost - chapter 3 - I think I like when it rains.

Jackson – October 2024

You didn’t see Joel much after that night - when he was gripping onto the pole so hard, he might bend it. He’s probably just settling into his new life at Jackson just like you did 5 years ago.

You continue your patrols and helping around Jackson. Maria is starting to show a little now and people are getting suspicious. You ignore the whispers around Jackson. But no one dares to ask you because they know you won’t tell a soul of any of Tommy’s secrets, especially with his big brother still in the dark about it.

You’re up early this morning around 4:30am, and you decide enough is enough of moping around the house - like you have been doing all night, sleep yet again betraying you. So, you grab your boots and decide to go and see who you are on patrol with this morning.

Town is usually pretty quiet this early in the morning - just the stable hands and the barn keepers are awake at this time.

You wave a quick hello and continue walking.

You decide to go the long route past Tommy’s place and you see the lights are all turned on. You’re a little confused because Tommy usually goes to bed pretty early, and that’s when you spot Joel in the window, shouting coming from the small house.

Oh shit.

It looks like there’s an argument going on.

You stand for a moment, frozen in place, trying to hear what they could possibly be arguing about at 4:30am and suddenly the door flies open and Joel storms out.

“You ignored me for 5 years to build a life in some new place! You get married and get her pregnant and you don’t think to contact me one time on the goddamn radio, Tommy!” Joel shouts in an angry tone.

“What the hell was I supposed to say, Joel? Oh, hey big bro, I know I abandoned you to join the Fireflies, but I’m in this new settlement now, why don’t you pop over for a whiskey and a round of fucking poker?!”

You’re taken aback a little because you’ve never heard Tommy speak in such a frustrated tone. Before, he’s always been soft and gentle when it comes to you or Maria, but it looks like this time Joel has really pissed him off.

“No Tommy! You remember what you said to me that day you left? Huh? I don’t ever want to see your goddamn face again!”

Joel is seething with anger now and you have to really hold yourself back – you can’t get in the middle of the brothers fighting, like rabid dogs in the street.

Tommy sighs and rubs his eyes with his fingers, and you can sense the defeat in him. He doesn’t want to argue with his brother, he just wanted to tell him that he’s finally found a life for himself away from all the shit on the other side of those giant wooden gates that keep this whole town safe.

Finally, Tommy speaks again.

“Joel, you know goddamn well enough that I can’t just announce over a radio channel what we have here! Raiders would be here within days and then we’d all be fucked. The people in this town are not fighters, apart from me and JJ!”

“You mean your guard dog?”

Um…what?!

Oh, so now he’s turned on insulting you and you see red; you storm over to where the boys are arguing and push him out of Tommy’s face.

Tommy’s face is a look of surprise, as he didn’t even see you stood there for God knows how long.

You get in Joel’s face and begin to shout and push him out of Tommy’s front lawn.

“No! You know what, you are not doing this, Joel!” you scream, “you are not coming for Tommy when you spent 5 years avoiding the man! You know what we did in those 5 years, huh?! We hunted and we killed for a cause that doesn’t mean shit! You do not get to storm into our town, which we have built from nothing, and demand shit from the brother you do not deserve! Who do you think you are?”

Joel stiffens his jaw and looks past you to Tommy as if to say if you don’t tell her to calm down, I will put her down.

Joel says nothing so you continue.

“And you know what, Joel, Tommy has spent the last five years doing nothing but defend you and speaks so highly of you to me and Maria! I will not allow you to come into this town and ruin his life just like you did after the end of the fucking world!”

Joel looks at you with a seething look in his eyes - you’ve pissed him off big time now and he’s ready for a fight.

“You don’t know shit about our situation! I did what I had to do to survive and keep my brother safe! You don’t even know us, you’re just a silly girl he picked up on the road to the Fireflies!” he spits.

And that was it.

Something inside you snapped and you stomped up to him and punched him in the face.

The sharp sound of your fist making contact with Joel’s face echoes in your ears.

Your knuckles begin to burn with pain.

You regretted it instantly, and then you felt Tommy’s arms go around your waist and hold you back. He tells Joel to just leave and he does - he storms away with a furious look on his face. If you were in a cartoon, you swear you’d see smoke coming out of his ears.

Tommy turns you around to face him and he’s angry now - angrier than you’ve ever seen him.

So, you decide to speak first.

“Look I’m sorry I punched your brother in the face, but he deserved it!”

You’re not actually sorry for punching Joel in the face; he definitely deserved it, after the venom that just came from his mouth.  Words laced with pure spite, because Joel knows exactly how to damage his brother and make that damage permanent.

“He might have deserved it, JJ, but I don’t need you constantly defending my honour! I had it under control, we’re not in the Fireflies anymore. I don’t need you as backup. I can defend myself.” Tommy sighs.

“Certainly, didn’t look like it from where I was stood…” you said, a little spitefully.

“Why were you even stood there anyway? It’s 5am,” he shakes his head, “You know what it doesn’t matter why you were stood there, just… go home.”

“Are you kidding me right now, Tommy?” you say through a scoff.

“JJ,” he says with a warning “Go home! I’m tired and if you don’t mind, I’d like to go and spend time with my wife!”

You spin on your heels and storm off back to your home.

What an asshole!

You just defended him from his asshole brother, and you can’t even get a simple thank you? Was it really that hard? Was he really that proud after all the years of knowing each other that he can’t even give you a simple thank you for protecting him when he needed it?

You’re so angry and a little hurt, and you continue storming to your front door when you stop just in front of your house, and notice Joel slowly walking to a house just down the street from yours, number 303? you think anyway.

You decide to ignore it and head inside.

You enter your home and quickly go off to your bathroom and wash the blood off your knuckles.

You didn’t even notice you were bleeding until there was a hot rush of pain shooting across your knuckles, and you wince slightly from the cold water. It’s extra cold at the minute because it’s winter, so the water is like icicles stabbing you repeatedly in your already painful hand.

You settle back into the living room sitting on the couch, what the hell did you just do? Did you seriously just punch your best friend’s brother?

Shit… what have I done?

Regret starts to sink in, and you realise quickly that you have made a mistake and all you can think is how disappointed Tommy must be in you. But you were protecting your friend? Protecting him from his asshole brother who was insulting him for making a life for himself; insulting him for creating a new life; insulting him for marrying someone and finally settling down with Maria and building a community, where people who have survived this shitty shell of a world you used to live in.

You sigh and rub your eyes with your fingers and flop onto the hard cushions of your couch, staring at your ceiling and you sigh heavily.

Were you defending Tommy?

You think to yourself, or were you just mad at Joel for being an asshole when you were trying to help?

When you were trying to finally relate to him and get to know your best friend’s big brother?

The questions begin to spiral around and around in your head and there’s no way you can get to sleep now, not when you have patrol in an hour and a half.

You quickly sit up and stand from the couch and get your boots back on and leave your house.

You remember the door number for the house Joel had entered – 303, the house just up the street.

You stand at the gate for a considerable amount of time, still debating with yourself on whether or not you want to do this… do you want to do this? What are you doing?

You sigh again and begin to ascend the steps. You suck in a breath and you knock on the door, regret slowly beginning to rise deep in your chest, making you turn to leave when the door opens and Joel answers.

He spots you and goes to shut the door in your face, but you stop him with a wait.

“Wait! Please! I... um, I just wanted to come here and say I’m sorry for punching you. I shouldn’t have done that and uh yeah, I’m sorry.”

Shit this is awkward.

“You think Tommy needs you to defend him?” he asks raised eyebrows. You’re still trying to pinpoint that accent of his… Texas maybe? But still even with the accent, it doesn’t stop his condescending nature.

“What? No, I don’t think Tommy needs me to defend his battles for him, but he is my friend, and you were out of line.” you say, sticking your chin out in defiance.

“He is a grown ass man; he can defend himself,” he says, with that usual stiffening of his jaw and the will you just go away already look in his eyes.

“Look. I didn’t come here to argue. I just came here to say I’m sorry for punching you,” you say and turn on your heels to leave, not even giving him time to answer, and Joel doesn’t stop you.

So, you leave his porch and quickly walk back to your house.

You quickly enter and walk into the living room, feeling the breath catch in your throat now, it really is settling in now, the panic and you can’t breathe, the room is spinning and you grab onto the door frame to stabilise yourself, trying to remember what Tommy always tells you, in through your nose and out through your mouth, and you begin counting to ten. 1…2…3…

Breaths are getting slower now, your chest feels like it’s opening up and it becomes easier to breathe.

Why the fuck am I having a panic attack over Joel Miller? Maybe it was all the confrontation and the adrenaline from punching him and now the guilt is settling in, yes that’s what it is, the guilt. The guilt of punching him in the face and now you. How on earth are you supposed to show your face in town ever again? Punching the brother of the man who runs this town.

You manage to gain control of your panic - which you’re pretty proud of yourself for, because usually you need either a stiff drink, or Tommy by your side with his hands on your shoulders, telling you not to worry and that everything will be alright.

Tommy was always good during the worst years of your life. He always knew when you were really stressed, by the crinkles on your forehead. You told him the story of how Jake used to tell you that if you kept doing the crinkling of your eyebrows it’ll stay that way.

It made Tommy laugh, which was nice, but you couldn’t help the sadness form in your throat when you think of Jake. Even almost 15 years after his death, you still feel immense guilt and that you are the reason he was bit in the first place, protecting you. You always make the conscious effort to remember Jake - the sweet man who saved your life on countless different occasions, his olive brown skin, his crazy hair that he always said was his mop top. You smile when you think of him but also feel the wave of grief that will never die.

You glance over to the clock and see that it’s almost 6am and you need to head over to the stables for patrol briefings.

You straighten your back and take in a deep breath, ready to wipe away the memories of last night.

You lace up your boots and leave your house.

Walking into the blistering cold of the early morning, you head straight to the mess hall to grab some breakfast ahead of the patrol.

You spot Joel on the other side of the hall and don’t even look at him.

“Hi, Seth, could I possibly get a sandwich to go please?” you smile as you approach the bar.

“That’s not a very hearty breakfast, now, is it, JJ?” and he tilts his chin down at you.

“Ah yes, because we can get a 3-course meal at the end of the world.” you say sarcastically.

“Hey, you never know, I could have a Michelin-star chef back there!” he points towards the kitchen and you chuckle in response.

He heads into the kitchen to grab your sandwich for the morning.

Your eyes are subconsciously drifting in Joel’s direction - he’s eating breakfast alone, you can see the ruby mark on his cheek from where you punched him just 2 hours earlier. You can’t help but notice the long distance look in his eyes that is softening his features, his beautiful brown eyes and menacing stare into the distance. He notices you looking at him now and you quickly turn your head to look away. Shit.

As if on cue, Jessie walks into the bar and you greet him quickly, he gives you a ‘you look exhausted’ look. You scoff and turn back to face the bar.

“Okay, I’ll say it… you look like shit,” he says with a big grin on his face.

“Wow, thanks for all the compliments there! Tell me you have better pick up lines than that?”

He chuckles, “you don’t want to know my pickup lines, JJ, once you know them, I’ll become completely irresistible to you and then you’ll never leave me alone,”

You look at him with a fake look of shock, “I can assure you, Jessie, you’re not my type. Plus, you’re way too young to keep up with an old goat like me,” you whisper the last part just as Seth comes out of the kitchen with your sandwich.

You give him thanks and nudge Jessie’s shoulder to get a move on.

You both exit the mess hall and head over to the briefing room for today’s update on patrols.

You walk over to the notice board and check who you’re on patrol with. As you read down the list, you see that Jessie is patrolling with Eugene today.

You furrow your brows and keep going down the list.

You find your name and look at the name next to it, Joel Miller.

You’re furious and confused.

Why the hell would Tommy approve for you to go on a patrol with the man you punched 2 hours previous?!

Tommy walks into the briefing room and you pull him aside and give him a look of pure, furious rage.

“What the hell were you thinking putting me with Joel?” you say a little meaner than expected.

“I approved that patrol way before you and Joel decided to swing your weight around.”

“Well, can you change it? Please!” you beg.

“No, JJ, you know I can’t. Just grit your teeth and bare it. You never know, you might have a good patrol? He’s a good shot and you’re a good shot, you’ll both have each other’s backs.”

You whisper back to him, “Tommy… please.” you’re pleading with him now, begging him to change this shift.

“JJ, my answer is no. Now, suck it up and do your shift, it’ll be over before you know it.”

He gives you a quick pat on the shoulder and walks to the front of the room to prepare his speech for the morning. He tells the group that you and Joel are taking the creek trails and all you can think is great(!).

You hate the idea of going on patrol with Joel, despise it, but Tommy has already told you no so the answer is no… fuck this is going to be awkward.

The man you literally punched in the face, you are now expected to keep an eye on his six and ensure he doesn’t die, ensure that one more life isn’t added to the long list of names you have already collected. You head over to the stables to grab Shadow and you see Joel grabs his horse.

You can do this, JJ, it’s just one little patrol with Joel. The creek trails are easy, you’ve done this route 1000’s of times with Eugene and Jessie.

You head to the armoury and grab your shotgun, glancing a quick look at Joel, who has a look of brutality on his face, ready for the uncomfortable few hours ahead of you.  

You leave the armoury and mount your horse, give Tommy a nod and begin on your route.

The ride out to the creek trails was silent, Joel not saying a single word to you.

Should I make conversation? Should I talk to him and ask how his face is? Should I ask him what he and Ellie got up to that made her lose the light behind her eyes?

But instead, you opt for a “So… where are you from?” you ask awkwardly.

“Texas.”

You knew it, the Texan accent was so strong in Joel. Tommy, not so much, he had little hints of it, and he also never really spoke about life pre-outbreak.

“And Ellie?” you look at him.

“She was born in a FEDRA school” he says shortly.

“Ah… shit then.”

He huffs at that, and you finally reach the outpost. You tie the horses to a pole and head into the big room.

This outpost was a radio tower pre-outbreak.

You head upstairs to the logbook and head straight for it, without noticing the runner in the room behind you and within seconds, it’s howling screams make all the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge. Within the blink of an eye, he’s on top of you, trying everything within its power to turn you into one of them.

Your shotgun has been flung across the room during the tackle, completely out of reach and all you can do is scream, “Joel!” and with a blink of your eyes, the runner has a gaping hole in his head and collapses as dead weight on top of you.

You push the runner away and to your surprise, Joel holds his hand out to help you up. You take it, heaving yourself from the ground. He quickly whips his hand back away from you and you whisper your thanks to him in a barely audible tone.

“Watch what you’re doing, next time.”

And he’s back to being an asshole.

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Sherlock.” you roll your eyes and sigh.

“Who?” he looks at you confused.

You look at him confused, “Sherlock? Sherlock Holmes?”

He continues his confused look, “the master detective? From England? He solved loads of crimes with his sidekick, John Watson?”

He’s still confused, and he looks baffled.

“I haven’t got a damn clue what you’re going on about.” he says as he continues to look around and check there aren’t any more infected in the room, and you roll your eyes.

“Do you not read books?”

“You think I have time to read books at the end of the world?” he looks at you and you smile.

“I do.”

You both continue to check the outpost and you look around a little confused. He’s checking all the spots that are hidden and you sign the book, letting the next patrol know that you had an infected inside the tower.

“How the hell did that thing get in here?”you say to Joel, and he just shrugs - continuing his search for the opening where he could have got in. They are sneaky, the infected, they will literally crawl through anything and tear their skin off in the process. Joel points to a hole in the floor in the bathroom with drips of blood trailing from the hole, makes sense.

“Do you want me to hop down there and check there aren’t anymo-?” and before you can even finish your sentence, he’s already jumped down the hole to look.

You stand in place waiting for him to call out or hear the gun shots but nothing, radio silence. Joel reappears in the spot, and you kneel and hold your hand out. He takes it and grunts as you help him back up and out of the hole. His face is blushed pink, sweat beading slightly across his hairline. His hand is soft and warm in yours. You can feel his calloused fingers against your palm.

You finish up in the radio tower and head back out to the horses.

You give Joel a quick glance and say, “Thanks. For saving me up there.”  You mumble.

He nods, and you click at your horse to get him to begin his slow trot back. The ride back to Jackson was slow and quiet - no more signs of infected and no word from Joel.

When you arrive at the big wooden gates, they open quickly and Shadow trots inside the gates. You dismount Shadow and hold your hand out for Joel to give you Vegas’ reins, to which he complies and heads off home. You take Shadow and Vegas into the stables, and give them both an apple, and hand them over to the stable hand.

You walk back home but your stomach makes its presence known and screams that it’s hungry, so you walk into the mess hall. You spot Ellie, who is eating alone, which makes you a little bit sad that she hasn’t made any friends yet. You sigh and grab a plate to go and sit with her.

“Hey kid,” she drags her eyes away from her food to look at you and smiles.

“Hey… uh…” you can tell she’s forgotten your name so, to save her the embarrassment, you reiterate your name to her, “right yeah, JJ… sorry it’s been a long morning.”

 You smile at her innocence and take a seat next to her, “Oh yeah? How so?”

“Oh, you know, trying to convince Maria that I can be more use to the town out on patrol rather than working in the shitty greenhouse.” she sighs. You chuckle slightly and smile at her.

“You know, I was exactly the same as you when I first arrived here, desperate to get out on patrol and prove my worth.” Her eyes begin to light up a little, so you decide to let her down gently. “But you have to prove you’re going to be smart out there first, before you can ever even think about heading out on patrol. It’s not just about keeping yourself safe, but also it’s keeping your patrolling partner safe too.”

She sighs and you shoot her a sympathetic smile and she says, “Yeah… I get that, but for weeks of travelling with Joel, I saved his life on more than one occasion, you know, and learnt so much from him. He’s a good teacher, you know.”

“I know,”

I don’t

“But that was out there, and you always had Joel as backup. Things are a little different in here. We have rules for a reason; rules that keep the people inside these walls safe and that then keep you safe on the outside.”

She nods, “How long? How long before I can go out?”

“As soon as you turn 18. Same rules apply for all the kids around here.”

She shoots you a harsh glance.

“I’m not a kid.”

You take a breath and give her a look of are you sure?

“You’re not a kid in your head, but on the outside, you are still only 15.”

She rolls her eyes at you and begins to stand up.

“Anyway, I’ve got to go now, because if you’re back that means Joel is too, and he gets nervous when he can’t see or hear me. Bye, JJ.” she says quickly, clearing her plate away and exits the hall.

You’re a little disappointed she left so soon because you were hoping to get to know her a little more, she seems like an interesting kid. Maybe she has hobbies and stories she could tell you about her life. Maybe she likes to read books, hopefully she does. You don’t know much about her thus far, but she seems like an interesting person that you’d be happy to get to know.

You’re pretty close with most the teenagers around Jackson, You and Jessie patrol frequently and Dina is a sweet girl, who likes to stop by your house at random times of the day to either moan about Jessie or working in the greenhouse with Kyle. Dina frequently expresses how much she hates working in the greenhouse so it’s no surprise that Ellie doesn’t like it either.

You continue eating and clear your plate and leave, heading straight home.

You hop in the shower as quickly as possible to soothe the ache in your knees and back.

You step out and look in the mirror and suddenly notice the ruby claw marks down your neck from the runner earlier on in the day and decide quickly you’re going to be taking a nap.

*              *              *

You’re woken up from your nap to a knock on the door.

You sigh and stand up a little too quick for your head to handle and drag your feet to the door. You open it slightly and peek your eyes through it. It’s Ellie.

“Hey kid?” you mumble, sleep still evident in your voice.

She’s shuffling awkwardly on your porch so you open your door fully, “can I come inside?” she squeaks.

You step aside, “Yeah, yeah of course,” and she walks into your house.

She stands in your living room, noticing how bare it is. It’s not very homely in here - just four walls and a couch. There aren’t any photos or art on the walls; neither are there any trinkets. You’ve found a few on your patrols that you liked but never really chose them to put in your home, because your home isn’t really a home to you. It’s just a place you shower and sleep.

“Are you alright?” you ask.

She shuffles in her place, and you can tell she really doesn’t know why she’s here. You wait for a moment and then say her name seemingly snapping out of her trance.

“Ellie?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah. I’m okay. I just… wanted to ask you a few questions,”

You look at her in confusion and begin to feel uncomfortable, but you press on, “okay… shoot.”

She sits on your couch, so you sit next to her, “Were you ever sold the lie? The lie that they wanted to save the world with a cure?”

Ah… okay we’re going there.

“Uh, yeah, I guess I was,” you sigh, “When I joined the Fireflies, they fed us all this lie that they had doctors working on a miracle cure, which when you’ve lived as long as I have, you become sceptical for a cure because you have heard it many of times over the years,” she nods along with you.

“But I continued on anyway because I was following Tommy and I wanted to remain at his side. I didn’t want to be alone”.

She blinks at you as you speak and then says, “when did you find out? That it was all shit?”

“Uhm, I guess a few months into the crusade. We were bombing QZs, and I was… doing stuff that I regret still to this day, and I realised in the end, that it was in for a cause I didn’t even believe in.”

“So why did you stay?”

You suck in a deep breath, “For Tommy. I couldn’t ruin it for him. He had friends there and he felt like he was finally doing some good in the world and I couldn’t ruin that for him, so I stayed.”

“Did you want too?... stay, I mean?”

“No. If I’m being honest with you and myself, I didn’t…I didn’t want to keep hurting people in the name of a cause I didn’t believe in. It wasn’t fair on them or me, why do you ask?”

 She looks at you now, like she really wants to tell you something, but something is holding her back - something is screaming inside her head not to tell the truth.

“No reason… I just followed a cause I had my heart set on for a long time, like my life finally had a purpose. A purpose that Marlene promised me and then took away within seconds.”

You wince at the name. Marlene. She was the reason you have so much trauma. This nightmare of a life is all because of her - she ruined you mentally and physically in the name of the Fireflies and you let her.  She is the reason you can’t sleep at night. You hear her voice echoing in your mind on repeat: if you don’t get the information I need, I’ll leave you out there for the clickers, so you did as you were told.

“Well, I hate to break it to you, kid, but Marlene? Was a bit of a bitch.” she laughs at that and an idea pops into your head.

“Do you like to read?”

“Uh, comics I do. There’s this one called Savage Starlight and its’ my favourite. My friend I met while out there taught me how to sign the quote from it - endure and survive.”

Ellie proceeds to show you how to sign the phrase and her eyes beam with pride. You tell her how good she was and then show her that you can know ASL too, hello my name is JJ and it’s nice to meet you, Ellie.

She looks at you in awe and you teach her how to sign her name, she catches on pretty quickly and you see a little flame ignite in her mind like she’s finally regaining a small gift of her childhood back.

“Follow me,” you say standing up. You hold your hand out and she takes it.

She follows you up the stairs and you take her into the library of your home, the spare bedroom in fact. She’s surprised by how many books you have and asks how you got so many. You explain that when patrol find new books, they always bring them back for you - whether you’ve read them, or you haven’t. She notices the books are all just stacked in neat piles on the floor.

“Yeah, I need a bookcase for them but unfortunately they aren’t that easy to carry on horseback.”

She chuckles at that.

“Hey, Joel likes to make things out of wood, why don’t you ask him to make you one?” she says in passing. You don’t think she is aware of the events of last night.

“Uh, yeah, maybe one day, kid. If we ever get along.” you say sheepishly.

“I know he’s really hard to get along with at first, trust me I am fully aware of that. But he does warm up to you eventually… he did me anyway.”

“Yeah, maybe one day, kid.” you say and give her a weak smile.

You secretly hope for Tommy’s sake that you and Joel can at least learn to be civil with one another, even if were able to sit in the same room as each other, that would be enough.

You feel like you and Joel made a little progress on your patrol today - he saved your ass, which was a little annoying to you because the one person you never wanted to be in debt to is Joel-fucking-Miller.

You kneel under the desk, ignoring the creaking in your knees and pull a box out which is full of Savage Starlight editions. You found them on patrol over the years and saved them for if you ever felt like re-living your childhood, but you still never had the chance to read them.

“Holy shit! I can’t believe you have all these editions!” she looks at you and grins, the biggest toothy smile you’ve seen dances its way across the young girl’s face.

“They’re yours… if you want them that is.” you smile at her.

“No fucking way, dude, that’s too much! I can’t take these!” she says. You can tell she really wants to take them but doesn’t want to seem rude.

“Trust me, kid, I will never get the chance to read them. Take them and enjoy them please, I insist!” you hand her the box, and she thanks you again, jumping on the spot.

In the few weeks since you met Ellie, you haven’t seen her look so happy, so you feel a small sense of pride that you are the reason for that newly found smile. She very quickly makes her exit from your home, desperate to go home and read the comics you had just given her; you wave her goodbye and close your front door. You cannot help but smile once she’s gone. You just made that kids’ week and that brings a warm feeling in your chest, one that hasn’t been there in a very long time.

You head upstairs and grab your quilt and pillows and set up camp on your couch.

Making sure you have your rifle in reach and your knife under your pillow, you stare at your ceiling for a while but sleep washes over you quickly and you smile to yourself knowing that you’ve probably made that kids’ whole year.

When you open your eyes, you’re in a small room, filled with chairs and the faces of the many men, women, and children you have killed over the years.

You walk through the room, panic burrowing its’ way deep into your chest. As you’re walking through the room, the faces begin to turn towards you - their jaws are no longer attached to their faces. You continue walking through the room until there is a door.

You open the door and step inside.

The room is pitch black and you can’t see a thing, when suddenly, a lamp turns on at the other end of the room. You check your back to see if you have your pack, but you have nothing but the clothes you were wearing to sleep in, nothing to protect yourself, not even a fucking torch. Sucking in a deep breath, you continue to step carefully through this room that never ends.

Your leg bumps into something close to the lamp and you blindly feel around to try and make sense of what is happening. You feel something that resembles two shoulders and arms, but you can’t be sure, it’s so dark in here. You hear an ear-piercing scream, and all the lights suddenly flash on, and it takes you a second to adjust.

Looking down at the thing you were feeling, fear smacks you in the face when you see it’s one of the FEDRA soldiers you tortured and killed for information, Officer 3227.

He speaks now in a low menacing tone, “you did this to me” and all you can whisper is no… please I’m sorry.

“I had a family. Children, I needed to raise, and you took that away from me.”

 “I had no choice… I had to. My mission was information. I was just following orders.”

“My daughter was raped. And killed. By raiders because of you.”

“I’m sorry…. Please I’m so sorry.” You can’t help the flow of hot tears streaming down your face now.

“You killed me… Mockingjay.”

The soldier begins to screech Mockingjay repeatedly and you back away, but hit a wall behind you, so you sink into the wall, placing your hands over your ears and you begin to scream.

Your eyes fly open, and you sit up quickly, still screaming and struggling to regain control of your breath.

Eventually you manage to stop screaming when you realise you’re safe in your own home.

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you swing your legs off the sofa to plant your feet on the hardwood floor. The coldness of the floor sends shivers through your spine. The cool shock of the floor seems to ground you a little more and you wipe the sleep from your eyes.

Looking over at your clock, you see it’s only 2am, so you stand up and walk over to your kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Thud thud thud.

A knock at the door distracts from that task; you sigh heavily and head to your front door.

It’s Tommy.

“Uh, hi, Miller, come in.” you look at him confused and step aside to let him inside your home. He walks in and takes a seat on the couch, and you sit next to him.

 “JJ, are you alright?” he turns to you with his brows knitted together.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” Liar.

“JJ, I heard your screaming. That’s why I knocked! Did you have a nightmare again? I thought they stopped when we came here.”

He knows you’re lying, Tommy has always been able to tell when you are lying, he can read you like a book.

“No, Tommy, they never stopped. Who told you they did?” you ask confused.

“No one. I just assumed they did, because you didn’t speak about them anymore.”

“Speaking about them doesn’t make them go away, it just makes them real.” you say, obviously uncomfortable with this conversation.

“JJ… we’ve spoke about this, you can tell me anything, you know that right?”

“Yeah, I know.” you whisper.

“Well… as long as you’re okay,” Tommy begins to shuffle in place, sensing your uncomfortableness.

“I am fine, Tommy. Honestly. Anyway, what are you doing awake?”

“Oh, I just popped over to see how Joel and Ellie were settling in and it turned into an hours long session of Ellie sitting with me and showing me all the comics she’d recently acquired… from you,” he says with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, I had them tucked under my desk, in the spare room and they were collecting dust. Until Ellie popped round earlier and we had a long chat, so I decided to give her a little pick me up.” you say smiling, reliving the memory of her sweet little face when you handed her the comics.

“Ellie popped in?” he asks confused.

“Yeah, we spoke in the mess hall this morning about patrols,”

He chuckles.

“And then a few hours later, she’s knocking at my door, wanting to speak about the Fireflies.”

Tommy stiffens when you mention the Fireflies and you look at him confused.

“What?” you asked confused.

“What did she say about them? The Fireflies?” he asks stiffening his jaw slightly, just like Joel does.

You can see it now - how similar the brothers really are, they both have big brown eyes, long curly brown hair and stiffen their jaws when they nervous or angry. Tommy is a lot softer than Joel, he’s kinder and gentler when he speaks to you. Joel is rough, his face shows that he’s suffered a lot more loss in his life than Tommy has.

You look at him now, really confused as to where he’s going with this conversation.

“She asked me if I knew when I joined that they were a crusade of liars, she asked about Marlene too. If I knew who she was from the beginning or if she sold me a bunch of lies, just as much as they did you and why I stayed so long if I knew they were liars. She was very vague and didn’t want to tell me the real reason why she was asking me all these questions.”

“And what did you tell her?”

Why? What does Tommy know that I don’t? you ask yourself.

“I told her the truth. I stayed for you and that Marlene was a bitch.” He chuckles at you.

“That’s fair,” he laughs, “Right, I better get going, it’s pretty late and Maria’s probably worried about where I’ve got too.” He smacks his knees and begins to stand up. You walk him to the front door, and he steps outside.

“Okay well, goodnight, Tommy.”

He spins to face you, “Hey… you know you can talk to me whenever you want, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” you whisper.

“Goodnight, JJ.”

He nods his head once and leaves your porch, you watch him as he leaves the limp in his right leg from the mission that went wrong a few years back.

*              *              *

You were both scheduled to head out to a checkpoint when you were attacked by raiders on the way, you were both hit pretty bad by a trap mine that was set just ten clicks from where you needed to get too. You remember waking up from being knocked unconscious. You roll over and see Tommy is also out cold, but his leg is bleeding, shit. You crawl over to him as quickly as you can and try to shake him awake, begging him not to die on you.

You look down at your hands and see his blood.

You start to scan Tommy’s body for injury until you get to his leg and see shrapnel, from the vehicle you were in, dug deep into his leg, shit.

“Tommy!” you shake his shoulders, “Tommy, you have got to wake up! Come on, I’m not losing you, not today like this!” your breathing quickens, and you continue to shake him and beg him to wake up.

He sucks in a deep breath and begins to open his eyes. Thank God.

“Hey! You’re okay! We’ve been hit, your legs got some shrapnel in it, but I’m sure it’s nothing the doctors back at camp can’t fix.” He just nods at you, in too much pain to speak.

You manage to get him to sit up slowly, wrapping his arm over your shoulder you hoist him up and begin limping, looking for a place to hide. Scanning the terrain you’re trapped in, you manage to spot an old gas station and you - as quickly as Tommy will let you - haul his ass over there.

You drop your shotgun on the ground and carefully place Tommy behind the cash register.

“Just leave me…” he says through exasperated breaths.

You kneel in front of him and shake your head, “JJ, please. Leave me… I can’t let you die because of me…”

“And I can just let you die because of me?! You listen to me, Miller. We. Are. Getting out of this.” you say, looking around you making sure no one followed.

You’re clear for now.

“JJ, you’re way more important to the Fireflies than me.”

“No Tommy, don’t you dare go there! You’re way too important to me to just leave you here to die, not happening not on my watch. I mean it!” you say in a warning tone.

 He looks at you again defeated; he knows you won’t back down from this.

You hear, from in front of you, just behind the cars, shit.

You need to think of an escape plan and quick.

There are two ways this can go - you can either do it with stealth, or just shoot and hope you don’t run out of bullets before they run out of guys.

You opt for the sneaking option, safer for you and Tommy if you ever want to make it out of this mess.

You tell Tommy the plan and he insist on helping, but you point-blank refuse. In his state, he will just get you killed and then he’s definitely screwed, we’re both going home today.

You slowly sneak out from behind the desk and hide behind a car, counting how many there are in your head. Three guys, average build, so should be pretty easy to take down. They have also decided to split up, which was a dumb move, because now it’s even easier for you to pick them off one by one.

You manage to snake through the cars easily, without a sound. You quickly sneak up behind one the guys and wait for the other one to look away and that is when you pounce, like a leopard in the wild. You drag him down to the ground and plant your knife into his throat. He chokes on his own blood for a few seconds, and you see the life drain out of his eyes. One down two to go.

You use the same method for the other guy; wait for him to look away, pounce, and kill. Silent and as easy as that.

The final guy proved to be a challenge - he must be the leader of the group because he is checking his six and looking around all at the same time. He’s also got a different build to the other two, a little more muscular so he may prove to be a challenge. Eventually you manage to get right behind him but in the last second, the ground betrays you. You hear a crunch of glass under your feet, fuck.

He wastes no time in lunging at you and you both topple to the ground, he drops his knife in the process and so do you.

So, all you have to fight with is your bare fists, great.

He’s a lot heavier than he looks and he bares all his weight down on your chest, you’re fighting with his arms ensuring he cannot get his hands on your throat. Throwing your whole weight into it. In between the fumbling around, he lands a few punches in, but so do you, so the odds are even right now.

You place your arm down on the ground, letting him get a few punches in while you feel around for your knife and that’s when he sees his moment and grabs it by the balls.

With both hands, he grabs your throat and begins to choke you.

All you can do now is use your fists to punch his hands to get them off you, but it does’t work, and he presses on your windpipe harder. You can feel yourself getting weaker as all the spare oxygen you had left is depleting and you begin seeing stars. Your vision is getting dark, and breathing is now completely impossible.

But just before you black out, you hear the familiar sound of a shot gun and the grip on your windpipe loosens. The guy falls to the ground with a thud, and you roll over choking and gasping, trying to grab as much oxygen as you possibly can just in case it runs out again.

You recognise the boots in front of you. Tommy is swaying over you and as you are about to stand up, he falls on his ass.

“Thank you… for saving my ass.” You choke out, voice hoarse, your throat feels like you’ve swallowed glass.

“S’alright, now can we please get back to base before I pass out?” Tommy asks and you chuckle standing up holding out your hand to help him back up from his seated position.

*              *              *

You snap back into the present day and realise you’re still stood on your doorstep.

You close the door and sit back on the couch with a heavy sigh.

That was the first of many times that Tommy had saved your life, or vice versa. Which is what quickly made you realise you worked well together, and you were sent out on missions together from there on in; apart from the information gathering ones. Tommy was not particularly good at the idea of torture, he preferred to feel like he was the hero of the story. You, on the other hand, knew you were the villain whose story never ends well; you figure that’s the reason why you aren’t scared of dying. Not anymore. You haven’t been for a very long time. You haven’t got anything to live for - Jake died years ago, and yes, you have tommy, but he has his own family now. He has something to fight for everyday - he returns home to warm bed and a woman to love him. You, on the other hand, come home to a cold bed and sleep that’s full of nightmares, which get worse during the dark. Which at the moment is constantly.

You can’t help but feel like you live your life in overdrive, running on an empty gas tank. Every day is the same; it’s like you live the same day repeatedly. Wake up, patrol, come home, eat, and sleep. Rinse and repeat every day.

So, you ask yourself, what do you even fight for anymore?

[teamfreemando1975]

For all those loved and lost - chapter 2 - I can see clearly now; the rain has gone

Jackson – August 2024

Life in Jackson has been slow lately.

When you and Tommy arrived all those years ago, it was just a small town with hardly anyone or anything in it. But over the years, we’ve become a gated community. As much as Tommy hates to admit it, we are a commune.

When you arrived in Jackson, you’d just left the Fireflies and had nothing but Tommy and the pistol you had when he first saved your life that day.

Maria - a tall, proud and insanely defensive person - was kind enough to set you up in a small little home. Two bedrooms and a bathroom, and then your usual kitchen and living room downstairs. You decided to use the spare bedroom as a little library; full of books you’d collected on your patrols.

It started out quite small, but it very quickly grew when the people around Jackson found out you liked to read, and started gifting you books for any and every occasion. Jackson still decided to celebrate birthdays.

Maria, you could tell was nervous to let you settle into Jackson at first.

I guess your reputation follows you from the Fireflies all the way to Jackson.

To the Fireflies, you were known as the Mockingjay from your favourite book, The Hunger Games.

You were called this because you always hit on target and never missed. You were swift, and you never once got hit - just like Katniss Everdeen from the books. Maria also knew this nickname somehow; whether Tommy had told her, or she has ex-Fireflies within Jackson and they told her.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter now because you proved your worth on patrols, and you took any and every shift you could as soon as you were approved to go out. You quickly became the talk of the town, especially because Eugene wouldn’t stop telling everyone how good of a shot you are. Maria felt that Jackson was safer with you out on patrol than saving lives in the clinic, so you took up a full-time position in patrolling.

It took a little bit of work for the rest of the town to trust you, but people very quickly knew you wouldn’t hurt them unless they hurt Tommy.

That’s the thing - you and Tommy had become extremely close during the Firefly days. To the point where you couldn’t even sleep in separate rooms. Until around two years ago when he first met Maria in The Tipsy Bison, and he used his usual cheesy pick up lines which made her laugh. Evidently it worked, because when him and Maria became a couple, you’d noticed it over your time in Jackson, they became closer and Tommy started sneaking out at night when he thought you were asleep, but you weren’t. You also couldn’t help yourself in telling him a quick “I told you so!” because you did tell him that they would end up together and he didn’t believe for love of money, and just laughed you off.

Jessie was on his first patrol with you today.

He’s just turned 18 and Maria thought it would be a good idea for you to be his trainer, I guess. It made you uneasy - having such a young life hanging on your shoulders, but you agreed nonetheless because you know that Maria would never leave you alone if you’d refused. Jessie is a sweet kid; he’s attentive, and watches yours and his six ,so he’s a pretty good patrol partner, even for his first ever patrol.

“So... you and Dina huh?” you say with a smirk.

“Oh, shut up, how do you know?”

“She tells me everything you know; I don’t seek her out for this information, she just seems to keep wanting to talk to me,” you shrug.

“Hmm… wonder why…” he quips, and you sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, anyway, are you… erm, you know, together?” you trip over your words.

“You don’t do this often, do you, JJ?”

You laugh and shake your head.

Jessie continues, “Well, I wouldn’t say were together, but I’m definitely interested in her, she’s gorgeous.”

“That’s sweet, I hope it lasts.” you say, suddenly feeling awkward, and kicking yourself for saying that.

You continue your patrol up the creeks and keep your eye out for infected, which at the moment there aren’t any signs of, but things can change quickly out here, and now you’ve got young Jessie on your shoulders.

“So… are you seeing anyone?” Jessie asks, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“Who in that whole town could I possibly date? They are all really old, or really dull, or with somebody already!”

Jessie laughs at that and you smile.

“I don’t know, Eugene seems pretty interested in you! He was very disappointed when he found out I was coming on patrol with you.”

You scoff, “Eugene? Come on Jessie, he’s like 100 years old!”

“Oh, and you’re not?” he says sarcastically.

“Don’t make me kick you off that horse!”

“Alright! Alright! I’m sorry!” he says, and you roll your eyes at him.

The rest of the patrol goes without a hitch. You can’t help but let out a sigh of relief when you see the gates to Jackson and know you won’t have Jessie’s life added to the long list of people you’ve gotten killed since leaving the Fireflies.

That’s what you have frequent nightmares about; the terrors of the Fireflies.

When you first met Tommy, he was adamant that the Fireflies were ‘freedom fighters’ and that they were going to save the world, with some miracle cure they had doctors working on, which could prevent the infection spreading, or just completely wipe out the infected all together.

All they needed was to find someone who was immune to the cordyceps. Which is impossible because still after 20 years, they haven’t found a damned thing even close to the cure.

You believed Tommy, of course, he had just saved your life, for god sakes, which looking back on it now, was a little naïve of you.

Marlene - who was the leader of the Fireflies - sold Tommy this insane story that if he joined the Fireflies, he’d be fighting the good fight and freeing the people who were trapped inside the QZs across the country and maybe even the world. We didn’t even know for sure that the infection had spread across the world, that was just an assumption on our part. Marlene was an excellent liar but you saw past the façade pretty quickly and realised that it was all a load of shit, but you stayed for Tommy because you knew you couldn’t leave him alone in there.

Upon re-entering Jackson, you take your horse back into the stables and settle him back down, giving him a quick stroke on his mane.

Shadow had always been a pretty nervous horse. He jumps at the slightest noise ,which is ironic really because so do you. Before handing him over to the stable hand, you give him an apple and thank him for keeping you and Jessie safe, and hand his reigns to Carl.

You begin to exit the stables without looking where you’re going and bump into Tommy.

“Oh! Hey JJ, where you off to in a rush?”

“Hey Tommy, I’ve just come back off patrol with Jessie, and I’m in desperate need for a shower,” you laugh and go to leave but Tommy stops you.

“Hey, um, Maria wants to know if you’ll come over for dinner tonight?” he asks sheepishly. He knows how much you hate these things.

“Uh… I’ll have to check my diary, but I should be free,” you say sarcastically.

“Well, I’m sure you can move any important meetings for this,”

“Yeah, I’ll get my assistant right on it!” you say as you walk off.

“Dinner is at 7pm!” he shouts after you and you just wave your arm at him.

You think deep down Tommy knows that, of course, you’ll be there. You’ll do anything for him if it makes him happy. You head towards your house and quickly step inside and head straight upstairs for a shower.

*​*​*

Later, you prepare yourself to leave for Tommy’s and the dreaded dinner that you’ve been thinking about all day.

You stand and look in the mirror at all the scars on your face from the years with the Fireflies. One long scar across your cheek and one across the base of your throat. They used to make you look like a badass, but you hate them because they’re a deep rooted reminder of your terrible past.

The past that is now tattooed on your bones and no matter how hard you try and forget, it’s there. In the morning. In the nighttime. When you first wake up with panicked breaths, the feeling of being constantly trapped in the nightmares of what you did to survive, or the things you did to keep Tommy alive.

They are there.

In the sudden sounds you hear across Jackson.

The screams from the children who are playing. Which still makes you panic that someone is suffering, somewhere.

They are there in the thunder and the rain.

They are everywhere.

The reminders are especially bad at night. When you close your eyes, hoping to get that sweet relief of sleep but instead, you are plagued with nightmares of torture and begging Marlene not to blow up another QZ defences, because there are children in there and the defences and there will be nothing to stop the infected from spreading its wrath on innocent lives.

You quickly shake the thoughts from your mind and sigh. You brush your hair and put it in a long ponytail, pulling your jeans up your legs and heading downstairs. You slip your boots on and begin to make your way to Tommy’s. You admit you are walking slower than usual.

It was a cold night in the middle of August, which was unusual for the month, but you carried on anyway.

You walked from your little home at 207 and headed over to Maria’s place which was 626. It’s only a stones throw from your place, but still, you weren’t really a sociable person anyway…

You stood in the doorway for a considerable amount of time before eventually knocking on the door.

Tommy answered with his cheeky smile.

“Evening, Miller.” you said with a short uncomfortable smile.

“Evening, JJ, how are we tonight?” he says, noticing your uncomfortable manner.

Tommy knows you better than anyone and he knows you aren’t a very sociable person. And dinner at someone else’s house is the worst scenario for you, as you don’t like eating in front of people.

Tommy calls you JJ because it’s his shortened version of Mockingjay, and he knows you don’t like people calling you that - it reminds you of the past - so you both settled on JJ.

“Yeah. All’s well. Patrol went smoothly, few infected up by the creeks, but other than that, we’re clean.” you said.

Tommy hums in reply and then steps aside to let you inside their home.

Maria is in the kitchen cooking up a storm.

You walk through the hallway, glancing into the living room and spotting the memorial on the fireplace which the two names on there ‘Sarah’ and ‘Kevin’.

Tommy told you about Sarah. She was his niece, his brother Joel’s daughter. She died the night of the outbreak - shot by a FEDRA soldier while they were seeking help.

Maria spoke about Kevin too sometimes, but it was always too harsh of a memory for her, and you understood her completely when she said she couldn’t talk about it anymore.

You can hardly remember Jake.

You can’t remember his features, his laugh, or the sound of his voice. All those memories are clouded by his gruesome death at the hands of your best friend. Funny how life works isn’t it? Your now best friends with the man who murdered the love of your life.

Who in turn was trying to murder you, so I guess it evens it out.

“Hey, Maria.”

You place a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she turns to look at you, still singing with the music that’s playing in the background. Which you recognise instantly to be I Can See Clearly Now by Jimmy Cliff.

Maria tries to encourage you to dance with her, laughing along with the music.

“No no, thank you, you know I’m not a dancer! I only came in here to see if you needed help,” you laugh.

“One day you’ll have to dance with me, JJ, one day! And no thanks, Tommy’s already set the table so we should be good,” she smiles.

You turn and walk into the living room and find Tommy sat on the sofa. You sit down with a thud, and Tommy turns to you and smiles.

But there’s something he’s hiding.

You can see it in his eyes; Tommy has never been a very good liar.

Through your years in the Fireflies, you learnt that Tommy is a very all emotions on my sleeve kind of guy. Which is the total opposite to you. You hide all your emotions like they are secret treasure you want no one else to find. Sometimes you do question yourself on why you never opened up to Tommy much, but you just knew Tommy always felt bad for killing Jake on that night almost 9 years ago now.

“You’re hiding something, Miller, what is it?”

Tommy looks at you dumbfounded, pretending like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

You tilt your chin to your chest and look at him, and he sighs, “How is it you know me better than anyone else in this world?”

“That, my friend, is called years of unresolved trauma.”

He laughs you off and Maria pops her head around from the kitchen to say dinner is ready. Tommy stands up first and holds out his hand to help you off the sofa.

“Come on, you old fucker!”

You swat his arm away and laugh, “Not as old as you, granddad,” and stand up, your knees click and he laughs, something that bought you great comfort over the years.

You both take a seat at the table - Tommy across from you and Maria at the head of the table. She’s made pasta bake, which surprisingly is still really good, even after the end of the world. You all eat in silence and drink wine together, only sharing compliments to the chef which makes Maria beam with pride. You offer to wash the pots and Maria tells you ‘no’ as it’s Tommy’s job and he doesn’t like it when people take his jobs away from him to which you laugh.

After dinner and after the pots are all clean, you’re all sat in the living room. Maria and Tommy sit on the sofa together and both look at you with a weird look in their eyes, and you begin to get nervous about what the big news could possibly be.

“Okay…you guys are really weirding me out. Now, what’s going on?” you shift in your seat slightly, uncomfortable, and clear your throat.

Maria is the first to speak.

“Okay, we have something we need to talk to you about,”

She grabs Tommy’s hand, looking a little nervous.

“Okay… what did I do this time?” you ask, referring to the many times Tommy and Maria have had to scold you for going off on your own on patrol, or arguing with Seth at The Tipsy Bison.

Tommy and Maria both laugh together, and Tommy looks at you again, clears his throat and begins to speak.

“Nothing! You have actually been on your best behaviour lately…” he chuckles, “Anyway, Maria’s pregnant”

Your mouth gapes in shock, and then you’re silent for a moment too long, thousands of questions spiralling in your head. You want to ask them all, but don’t want to come off as unsupportive. You can see Tommy and Maria both look at each other confused and you finally speak.

“Congratulations, guys! I’m very happy for you… really, I am!” you smile and push all those questions to the back of your mind. Maybe you’ll ask them on your next patrol with Tommy. They both smile at you, and you all cheers to Tommy and Maria’s unborn child.

A few hours pass by of you all talking about different town matters that Maria wants you to take over when the baby arrives. She states many times that she trusts you to keep the town in check and it makes you nervous, but you know that no matter how many times you protest, she won’t take no for an answer. You know for a fact, Maria is just as stubborn as you are, so you silently agree - nodding your head along, as she tells you all your new responsibilities and how she wants you to report back to her once a day.

After a while you decide it’s time for you to return home - you have patrol in the morning, and you can tell by how dark it is outside that it’s getting late. You wash your glass in the sink and collect your bag from the porch. Tommy walks you to the door; you say goodnight to Maria and just as you go to open the door, Esther - who lives a couple of doors from you - is running up the steps to Tommy’s house, sweating and out of breath.

“Tommy! They need you at the front gate!” she says through exasperated breaths.

You and Tommy both look at each other, and then at Maria in unison, and it's like something in all three of your minds was connected, and you all begin to run to the main gates.

As you’re running, you see that a patrol has returned late, with two unknown strangers on the backs of two of Jackson’s horses.

Tommy is calling to the other residents to go back in their homes, there’s nothing to worry about, so you’re the first to arrive at these two strangers.

You can see a tall man and a young girl, both dismounting off the horses.

The man helps the young girl off her horse and proceeds to walk with patrol.

You walk up to Eugene and nod at him.

You and Eugene never really got along - he was a big weed smoker and never took his patrols seriously, which annoyed you, especially because to you, patrols are important and keep your home safe.

You look past Eugene and to this new male.

He is tall and has dark hair with grey on the tips; it’s curly on his head and he has a stern look of anger on his face, a look of if you come near me or my child, I will kill you and feel nothing about it.

Tommy finally catches up and you hear his name being called from the strangers’ lips, and you turn to face Tommy, and there’s a look of realisation in his face, like he knows the stranger, like he recognises him from his past life. Questions begin to rise in your throat but before you can even ask Tommy, he’s hugging the stranger and laughing. You’re confused and you begin to walk up to them. Again, the man stiffens and grips his gun a little tighter.

Tommy speaks to him.

“Joel, loosen your grip on that thing, will you? You’ll scare the whole damn town,”

Joel…

Joel?

You repeat the name over and over again in your head.

You know that name…

Why do you know that name?

The stranger - who’s name you now know as Joel - stiffens his jaw and loosens the grip on the gun.

Tommy turns to you again and smiles.

“JJ, this is my brother… Joel.”

He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, and you smile - all but uncomfortably shifting where you stand, praying that the ground will swallow you whole.

“Nice to finally meet you, Joel, I’m JJ.”

You hold your hand out for him to shake it, he looks at it and ignores you. Asshole.

Joel looks at you, face as cold as ice, and says “Finally? The hell you mean, finally?” with a disgusted tone.

Again, asshole.

Tommy gives Joel a menacing look and scolds him for speaking to you that way.

Joel then argues with Tommy, explaining he doesn’t know who the hell you are.

You stand there, mouth gaped open while the brothers argue. You look between the men and then at Maria - she’s rolling her eyes at the boys, and eventually steps in the middle.

“Alright, alright, I think that’s enough excitement for tonight, don’t you think?”

She looks to the young girl and kneels to her eye-level.

You see Joel stiffen again as if to say back off.

God, he’s like a wild dog. You scoff and roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

Maria is speaking to the young girl, whose name you caught as Ellie.

“Alright, Ellie, why don’t you let JJ take you to the mess hall, I bet you are starving!”

Ellie looks at you and then at Joel, but Joel has his eyes fixed on you.

You glare back at him.

There’s something hidden behind those brown eyes of his - something dark, something mean, unspeakable, like he’s hiding the secret to the cure for mankind.

“JJ! Will you take Ellie to the mess hall?!” Maria snaps at you.

You look to Maria and then to Joel.

“Don’t worry, I’ll look after her.” you snap in a short tone, at Joel.

Tommy gives you a look but you just shrug.

Joel tightens his jaw again. Why should I speak to him with kindness when he’s just spoke to me like I’m just an infected from the outside?

But you look back at Ellie and you can see in her face she’s starving and tired and frail, so you look at Joel. Predictably, he begins to protest, but Tommy reassures him that she’s in safe hands with you and behind these walls of Jackson, and you earn a stiff nod from Joel, “Ellie, stay in my sight at all times, got it?”

She looks at him and nods and you take her to the mess hall to grab some food.

The walk to the hall is a silent one - she isn’t very talkative and to be honest, neither are you. You open the rusted door, and she walks inside with a look on her face like her heads going to explode.

“I’ve never seen so much food in my whole life!” she says with a huge grin on her face, and you smile. You can tell she hasn’t eaten in a while; she looks exhausted.

“Well, luckily for you, it’s our friend, Dina’s, birthday today so they had a little party for her. Shall we go and see what food is left?”

She nods and continues walking over the hall. You can see a lot of the villagers are staring at you and Ellie, and it makes you extremely uncomfortable.

You’re not used to so much attention – usually, you are hidden in the shadows, or behind the safe four walls of your home, but here you’re out in the open with a strange new girl. You push all those thoughts of uncomfortableness just as Dina is one of the first people to come up to you and Ellie.

“Hey stranger! Oh! And hey newbie, my name’s Dina!” she beams.

“Hi Dina, this is Ellie.”

“Oh, hey Ellie!” she grins. Suddenly her name is shouted from across the hall, “Hey, look, I gotta go but don’t be stranger like JJ.” Dina smiles and begins to walk away.

“Alright, bye trouble.”

You look at Ellie and think you see a small smile forming on her lips.

You lead her to the rest of the buffet and she picks out what she wants, and you sit at an empty table. She eats as hurried as she possibly can, which confirms your suspicions of her not eating in a while, and you can totally get where she’s coming from. You were in the same boat when you and Tommy arrived after the Fireflies, starving and exhausted by the time you finally reached Jackson.

Jackson was a way away from the Firefly outpost in Boston you were stationed at. You remember struggling for weeks, living off protein bars and out of date canned foods. You also remember the overwhelming feeling of arriving in Jackson and seeing so much food just readily available. You also remember being so afraid that the food would run out, that you’d stash some in your pockets to save for if you were ever faced with a situation without food again.

Eventually you came to your senses about the food, but you can’t help but sympathise with Ellie. She looks young, maybe 14? She shouldn’t have to live in a world like this, she should be able to be a normal teenager, and only worry about which skirt goes with which shirt, not the deadly danger round every corner.

Ellie brings you out of your trance with a question.

“So, how long have you lived here? In this place?”

You clear your throat, “oh, around 5 years now?”

She raises her eyebrows at you. You continue, “yeah, me and Tommy came here together.”

“Oh, you were a Firefly too?”

The mention of the word makes you choke on your own breath for a minute; you quickly recover and look at her.

“Uh, yeah…yeah I was.”

You are trying to remain calm and not allow the painful memories of your time with the Fireflies send you into a full-blown panic attack. You haven’t spoken to anyone about your time with the Fireflies. Tommy keeps saying you should speak to a therapist but where are you going to find one of them at the end of the world? He says you should try talking to someone who isn’t himself, but you don’t trust anyone else enough. He’s also plagued with the nightmares of the years of Firefly torture, of blowing up QZs, killing innocent people on accident, or sometimes on purpose. You still get terrifying nightmares from your time with them. Sleeping isn’t really an option anymore, because every time you close your eyes, you’re either reminded of the Fireflies, or the terrible things you did in the name of freedom, or seeing innocent children being taken and made into those monsters because you destroyed the only walls that were keeping them protected.

Ellie speaks again, barely in a whisper now, so you don’t catch the full sentence, but you hear the word liars.

She was right, but why did she think that?

What on earth happened during Joel and Ellie’s time on the outside?

What did Joel do to that poor innocent life in the name of survival?

You can see in Ellie’s face that she has a kind heart, that’s now plagued by something dark, something unspeakable. You can’t help but feel sorry for her - she’s just a child.

A wave of relief washes over you when Tommy walks into the mess hall, Joel trailing behind him begrudgingly, and asks to speak to you privately for a moment. You step away from a still eating Ellie and talk to Tommy.

“Everything okay?” you say in anticipation.

“Yeah, everything’s good, look, I think Joel’s going to be staying here a while, but he doesn’t know I’m going to be father, so could we keep it between friends for now?” he gives you a pleading look, a look of please don’t tell my brother because he will explode.

“Yeah, yeah of course! I am going to head home now though, it’s pretty late and I’m up at the ski lodge tomorrow morning.”

He hums in agreement and gives you a quick hug goodnight. You can feel Joel’s eyes burning into your spine. When you’ve hugged Tommy, you shoot him a glare.

He quickly looks away and back at Ellie.

You give a quick wave to Ellie, and she waves back, and you swiftly exit the hall and walk home.

You wrap your coat around your body because it’s still a little chilly and pick up your pace a little to get home faster. It’s a strange feeling - even after five years, you’re still not used to it, the thought of walking ‘home’. You’ve not had a proper home in 20 years or so. To have one now, in such a broken world, is still a very bizarre feeling.

You arrive at 207 and kick off your boots outside the door.

Entering your home, you remove your coat and head upstairs to grab your duvet and pillows. Even after all these years, you still have to pluck up enough courage to sleep in your bedroom alone.

You never liked sleeping alone - you always either had Jake or Tommy, so sleeping alone in your room always has been foreign to you. You set up your makeshift bed, and take out your knife from your sock, placing it under your pillow, and lie down on the sofa, taking a deep breath because you know as soon as you close your eyes, the memories will come, and you will inevitably wake up from a hellish nightmare.

While you’re laying there, trying your best to fall asleep, your mind wanders back to Joel.

It’s weird when you think about it, you’re laying here thinking about a man you don’t even know.

You’re not going to deny that you find him handsome because fuck he is handsome.

You’re unsure what it is about him that you find so attractive?

Maybe it’s because you haven’t been with a man in almost 15 years, or it’s the deep voice, the husky facial hair he’s got going on, and you can’t help but think what that would feel like in between your legs…

No stop it JJ!

You barely even know the man!

You’ve seen him once in your life and the only stuff you know about him is the stories from Tommy, and those stories are enough to give anyone nightmares. About the stuff they did after the outbreak and how they used to trick people into stopping for them, and then murder them and take all of their stuff…

But then again who are you to judge?

They did what they had to do to survive and again, your thoughts are betraying you, because you can’t help but try and see the good in people.

No, JJ, you must remind yourself that he is number 1, your best friend’s brother, and number 2, rude, defensive and a complete and utter asshole.

Sleep comes quickly after your head begins spiralling, and those thoughts of the infamous Joel Miller are replaced by remnants of your past, and the awful things you also did to survive.

Maybe you aren’t so different to him after all.

*​*​*

You wake up in the night, screaming as normal.

Sweat dribbling down your temple, you sit up and swing your legs off the sofa in a way to ground yourself.

You place your head in your hands and rub your eyes and sigh.

You’d think after 5 years you wouldn’t have these nightmares anymore, but Tommy says its PTSD or whatever he calls it.

When you and Tommy were with the Fireflies, you both did some unforgiveable things. But Marlene always liked the way you did it better. Tommy could be mean when he wanted to be, but you were meaner, showed no remorse, and always got the information you needed and Marlene liked that about you. You always got the job done.

Years of slow torturing FEDRA soldiers leads to years of horrific nightmares. You weren’t a fighter before the outbreak. You were a nurse - a saviour of life, you did everything within your power to keep those lives still on this earth, but now? You are a life taker, a slow and painful life taker, in the name of gaining information for what many call a terrorist group. A group of idiots who followed the rules of one woman in the name of a cure you knew deep down was not possible.

You rise from your sofa and head to the kitchen.

Grabbing yourself a glass of water, you walk back into your living room. You take a quick look out the window and there he is…

Joel Miller, walking the streets of Jackson, looking like he’s checking the perimeter to make sure he and his daughter are safe.

You furrow your brows and remember you doing the exact same thing when you first came to Jackson. You kick yourself for comparing yourself to him again. You are nothing like Joel. Maybe Tommy but definitely not Joel. Tommy was sweet, and gentle with the kids around Jackson, calling him the Gentle Giant, because he is.

Tommy has always protected you. Even after the Fireflies, he still slept in the same room as you to help ground you after your nightmares, and you bring back into reality - with a kind hand on your shoulder, and whisper that everything’s okay now and you’re safe.

Joel is walking and pacing the streets of Jackson.

You watch him from behind the moth-bitten curtains.

He walks over to the pole, gripping it with his left hand, and you see a sudden familiarity in his face - panic.

You notice his features softening and his breath quickening. You can see the mist of his breath in the night air, getting faster and faster, puffing out like a steam train, and you can tell he’s struggling to regain control of himself. He’s grasping at the pole for dear life and suddenly you can’t hold yourself back anymore, you’re already putting your boots on without a second thought to what you’re doing.

You exit your home, you don’t even put a coat on, and make your way over to him. You’re behind him, he can’t see you coming, too suffocated in his panic attack.

You place a gentle hand on his shoulder, and he jumps almost instinctively.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to make you jump”.

He blinks quickly, looking at you as if his vision is blurred, eyes scouting your face, trying to focus, and he can’t see you, “what do you want?” he mumbles roughly, his face hardens again.

“I came to see if you’re okay, I noticed you were-”

“-and what makes you think I want your help?” Joel cuts you off quickly.

You’re taken aback at first and you furrow your brows at him, as Joel stalks off into the night, with a stumble in his step.

As I said before… asshole.

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The Only Exception (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!!! Ahhh here is the Din Djarin x reader fic I said I’d post. This has been sitting in my WIPs since late November/early December. This is what I was working on before I got sick. I’m so happy it’s done. I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out, although I may have written something similar to this already. It’s very much inspired by “The Only Exception,” by Paramore. I’m hoping I didn’t use this song as a title yet….Oh well. ENJOY!

Summary: Din has been wildly overprotective of you lately, but maybe it’s because there’s something lying deep below the surface that’s been threatening to bubble over…

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! 18+ Please!!! Oral (f!receiving), fingering, PIV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cursing, canon typical violence, Jedi!reader, Razor Crest still exists (and it’s def bigger in my head than it is in the show), praise kink, friends to lovers, angsty but fluffy and smutty dw, I only proofread like 2 times so it may be bad (it’s 3:16am…so…we die like men!), AFAB reader, uhhh I think that’s it…

Word Count: 3,078

“I swear to the Maker, if you don’t get back on the Crest now, I’m gonna-,”

Din is cut off by the sound of your lightsaber clashing through the plastoid armor of the stormtrooper to your left. You swing your saber around, showing off more than you need to. You throw it down the alleyway, feeling through the force as it cuts through another stormtrooper before finding its way back to your hand.

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Fanfiction Hall Of Fame [May List of 2023]

I just realized that nearly this entire list is filled to the brim with Pedro Pascal Characters. And I have no regrets :)

Din Djarin

Unexpected Constellations - @jreads - I know I mentioned you in the "May The 4th" List, but I just had to do it again because you don't understand how much your fic has ruined my life okay?😭🔥

Ni Ceta, Cyar'ika - @theidiotwhowritesthings - Woah... Just... Woah😵 The angst, the pure menacing darkness of the saber just seeping into Din and turning him into this unfathomable being is insane!!!😭😭😭😭🔥🔥🔥

One Last Time - @mewhenimsad - the way he stormed in with a whole plan after that one conversation tells me that this man was DETERMINED to have her. like he knew he wasn't leaving until he got what he wanted and fuck if that doesn't make me crave that kind of devotion😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Touches - @selfryed - cute Din Djarin Headcannons🥺 the non-sexual touching and touch starved vibes are strong with this one❤️

Hiccups - @cevans-is-classic - dad!din being worried that the hiccups might be hurting his baby softened my cold, dead heart😭💔

Inevitable - @theidiotwhowritesthings - no, because tell me why i laughed so hard at Din being caught by surprise and being tricked😂 If you're into the stoic x chaotic couple dynamic, then this is perfect for you💞 Love this one so much and I hope to live long enough to see it through the end✨

Home Is Where You're Mine - @inklore - Ah, yes😌 the ✨christening✨ the charming little house on Nevarro kind of fic❤️ A new edition since the end of S3, which has become my personal favourite💋

Brown Eyes - @mandoisapunk - Din likes his new neighbour a little too much🌚 but I'm all for it💞 Loved this one so so much❤️❤️❤️❤️

Jealous!Din - @angelltheninth - You already know that I fell for this hook, line and sinker. Jealous and Din is a done deal. Kill me right now or give me a Mandalorian who is afraid of losing me🥺

pregnant!reader x din - @mewhenimsad - Poor guy😂 He's just trying to get lucky, please let him have what he wants🥺🥺🥺✨✨✨

Stupid For You - @pedropascallme - I. Would. Be. Mortified😖😖😖😖 Just bury me in the deepest, darkest hole you can find on Dathomier and leave me there because that would be so much better compared to getting caught dead like this💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

TMTC Drabbles - @frannyzooey - literally just stumbled into this and I've never been happier❤️❤️❤️❤️ got me through some of the darkest moments of my life. 100% recommend✨ do be warned of the 🌶️🌶️🌶️ tho👀

Of Brown Eyes And Desert Skies - @floral-force - are you kidding me? Cowboy!Din? 10/10 already🔥 Hot and filthy smut? Absolutely🔥🔥🔥 but tell me why you and the person above decide to weaponize both of these aspects and ruin whatever sanity I had left😭😭😭😭

Poe Dameron

Trussed - @campingwiththecharmings - Poe being a fucking tease is nothing new to anybody but that doesn't make it any less entertaining🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Tender - @dameronscopilot - Being on my period while listening to Afterglow by Taylor Swift made this ten times worse because "I want it to be messy"😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Javier Peña

Anything - @wheresarizona - part of the Learning To Live series, which is so cute and smutty (just the way I like it🥰), in which Javi is the absolute sweetest man alive❤️ I actually lost this series a long time ago before I could finish it and I was so happy to have found it again so now I'm going to take my time reading it from scratch✨

Arepas - @mvtthewmurdvck - Instilling a safe word whenever things get a little too steamy between friends is not going to help. Or in other words, a guide on how not to fuck Javier Peña... Spoiler; There is no guide. You're getting fucked either way, so hold onto your bootstraps😉

Safety - @louiseabilenewrites - Javi coaxing his baby to say "dada" is the best thing ever🥺🥺🥺✨✨✨

Joel Miller

Uncle Tommy - @catsarecutebutaliens - Ellie is such a sweet baby who's just trying to navigate through this semi-normal world😭 Let her have a whole big family please🥺💞

Getting Lost Is Being Found - @littlemisspascal - This. Right here. This is ✨pure art✨ Joel going years as a beast because he felt he was more suited that way, only for him to change the minute he met her😤😤😤😤 When I tell you I lost my shit at "This is me finally living" I mean I lost my fucking shit, okay😭😭😭😭😭 This masterpiece deserves an award🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆

I'll Always Come Back - @pedropascallme - "Gonna be good f'me?" JUST END ME RIGHT NOW BECAUSE WHAT OTHER CHOICE DO I HAVE😭😭😭😭 sweet mother of God, its like you woke up and chose to debilitate me with this one😭🔥

Exile - @psychedelic-ink - This. Fic. Has. Me. On. A. Fucking. CHOKEHOLD😤😤😤😤 My god, when I tell you how much I wanted to smack Joel for what he did but then he made up for it sort of for the incredible smut, I was in shambles by the end— ESPECIALLY THE ENDING HOW COULD YOU BREAK ME LIKE THAT😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 I didn't realize it was actually a one-shot until after I scarfed through the 10 chapter masterlist which made it that much easier to read through, great idea by the way

Always and forever - @saph-cyare - It's so cute and cuddly and you're going to ugly cry because Joel is so happy😭❤️ and then the smut—😤😤😤😤 yep, you'll need to prepare yourself for that too. Bring holy water, if you must✨

Take Care Of You - @theidiotwhowritesthings - Four chapters in and I'm already addicted. I'm a junkie because of you. This is insane. It's like you knew that I have a weakness for sugar daddies and Joel Miller and you decided to combine the two and ruin my entire life😭 How. dare. you💔

Push And Pull - @javiscigarette - filth. absolute filth. the filthiest of filth and IT MAKES ME WANT TO SCREAM😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 my god, the way, I had to calm the fuck down after reading this for the first time had me wondering if I was a demon in church💀 10/10🔥

Lost In The Darkness - @softlyspector - Mafia!Joel. That's it. That's all you need to know and I think it's safe to say that you know you're going to fucking die because it's written by one of the best writers Hellsite has ever seen✨ when I tell you that I had to take a breather in between moments that wrecked my life, I am not exaggerating😭😭😭😭 100% recommend for destroying your soul at 3am✨ also be warned of the 🌶️

Frankie Morales

Frankie Likes To Sneak Around - @bastianbuxx - I swear to God wanted to be someone's little secret so badly😭

Pioneer!Frankie Morales - @frannyzooey - EXCUSE ME??? LIKE WHAT RIGHT DID YOU HAVE TO AWAKEN MY INNER WHORE😭😭😭😭 the things I would do to live in this realm are unspeakable😭😭😭😭😭🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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behind every hot person, there’s a deep history with a fictional man.

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Not his type

Javier Peña x f!reader

summary: you are helping at Chucho’s ranch and Javier thinks you are still definitely not his type

warnings: as usually SMUT ( vaginal fingering, oral -m!receiving, male masturbation, protected p in v, biting, hair pulling), cursing, soft!Javi - cuz that’s my favorite genre of Javi -, just a smudge of angst, mentions of bullying, mentions of food, fluff  

word count: 10.5 k (I like them big I guess *wink wink*)

A/N: I planned to start my Marcus Pike fic but then this idea popped into my head and I just had to write it. This is basically just a long friends to lovers fic.

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COLLIDE ━ Javier Peña [Narcos, 2015]

summary. Javier's profession has been getting in the way of your relationship for far too long, and you two seem to have become passing ships. What's the worst that could happen if you went out drinking with some friends in an attempt to forget about your misfortunes? original request. Ok so, Javi Peña x fem. You've been together a while, during the height of the Escobar case he's always at the office and you're just passing ships. You're feeling a bit down and go to a club with friends. You harmlessly flirt with a stranger all night only to discover you're in a narco hotspot and Javi&Steve are about to raid it. author's note. This is my first requested fic and I'm so excited to finally be posting it! I also chose happiness and ended up starting a narcos rewatch while working on this... someone save me from this addiction (please don't).

[ ❥ ] pairing. javier peña x fem! reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 2.7k

[ ❥ ] genre. angst

[ ❥ ] warnings. No actual use of "Y/N". Angst. Explicit language. Mentions of alcohol and intoxication. Mentions of guns and gun violence. Mild physical abuse if you squint (not ill intentioned, just an accident).

Check on Javi.

You read the sticky note on the fridge, licking a spoon clean of peanut butter after making yourself breakfast. The eternal reminder staring right back at you like it had done for so long now. 

You actually hadn’t for a few days, checked on him that is. It was getting hard to.

Javier’s job was never an easy concept to get around. DEA agent appointed to the highest profile case they ever had on their hands… they had it tough and you were perfectly aware. You basically signed up for this, but after weeks that turned into months of his endless work days, it felt like there was close to no room left for you in his life outside of when he’d randomly show up at your door looking for some stress relief, desperately kissing you without a hello and later leaving almost right after he was done.

And you tried to be supportive, as much as you had it in you to be. It started with dropping off lunch for him every morning at work, that slowly turned into a big coffee jug just a few times a week and now it was only the occasional call. A call you almost dreaded to make, specially since everything you did in an attempt to keep up with him was rarely received the way you wished it to. 

It wasn’t that Javier was trying to be rude or hurt your feelings, you knew that. But he was so stressed… he never managed to pick up the first time you called, and whenever you’d go by his office it was hard to not feel unwelcome when entering his hectic environment, even if he didn’t let you go without a swift and rushed kiss on the lips. A kiss that to you felt like a “thanks, doll. Now go away please, I have things to do.”

A faint, melancholic smile appeared on your lips as you moved through your apartment and fell onto your couch, looking back at how things were before the case got so serious. The summer Javier and you met was like a fever dream… day trips to the beach, constantly waking up together, trying his horrendously strong coffee for the first time, any time he playfully laid his full bodyweight on you, his shooting lessons, going out drinking and dancing even though he has two left feet. 

Then you realized, it’d been forever since you had gone out dancing. Something had to be done about it… you were so caught up with feeling abandoned that the fact there were still enjoyable things to do out there and other people to do them with, went completely unnoticed within the valley of your thoughts. You decided to take some action, and after basically jumping to the phone and dialing every single one of your girlfriends’ numbers, all of you collectively agreed to attend a new cumbia night club downtown that none of you had gone to yet.

By the time the night came, you were ready for your plans. Your hair down, flowing in waves and a tight, beautiful, sequined, one sleeve mini dress perfectly wrapping your figure. You finished the look with some matching heels and jewelry, giving one last look at the mirror before you went right out the door after hearing the familiar honk of one of your friend’s cars. 

The ride to the club was the perfect way to start the night. All the girls looked beautiful, and while catching up, laughs and excitement quickly bubbled up from within their souls. Everyone was getting on the party mood, specially since they knew you wanted to relax and forget about the streak of bad luck your relationship was going trough. They knew well about your relationship with Javi, and while a few of them sometimes mentioned that “you should find someone who can give you the time you deserve,” they still were aware you loved him and stayed supportive of you and your decisions.

Upon arriving to the packed club and getting assigned a table, it was in no time that all of you had bright colored cocktails in your hands. After little observation, it was evident that the place was beautifully decorated, neon lights and mirrors bringing the tropical party vibe. The music was amazing and the energy was immaculate; people drank, laughed and danced around, making it inevitable to easily loosen up and get lost in the celebration spirit. 

Looking around, something caught your eye. A man at the bar watching you with a slight smile and a glass in hand. His dark hair, big nose and mustache immediately reminded you of a certain someone. The mystery man held your gaze, and in return you raised the glass between your fingers towards him. 

He reciprocated the gesture. Cheers!

“I just flirted with some guy!” You screamed over the music after bringing your attention back to the table full of girls. A mix of surprise, excitement and cluelessness spread amongst all of you. “He kinda looks like Javi.”

Some laughs and sarcastic eye rolls this time. Of course he did. “That man lives in your head rent free!” Claudia dropped.

And how could he not?

“He can be Javier tonight. Just have fun!” It was Marina dropping some input this time. “He isn’t here to do anything about it.”

That was true. Besides, it didn’t have to be more than just some innocent fun… feeling the joy and validation of having some stranger’s attention at a club.

“You’re right! You’re right!” A shrug before you downed the rest of your first drink. “It’s not like that’s bad anyways.”

Perhaps it was, you wouldn’t be happy to find out the man you loved and had been with for over a year, was going around town flirting with pretty girls at the bars. 

Did you just call this random stranger pretty? Looks like it. You needed another drink. Fast.

And you did get it, and another one after that, and then you stopped counting… some of them sent as presents by the man sitting at the bar. The effect of the alcohol of course being unforgiving towards you. Suddenly you were a social butterfly, laughing and dancing around along with all your friends who were now in very similar positions, except for the ones that were now flirting and having fun with their newly met, club boyfriends for the night.

After doing a small turn in your place, your body was met with a hand shamelessly being placed on your waist. Suddenly the man from the bar had moved all the way to you, and he seemed to be making himself too comfortable within the bubble of your personal space. “Wanna dance?” He offered and you quickly nodded your head, the alcohol clouding your reflexes as you were simply glad he didn’t straight up ask for a kiss. 

You were now at a point where your head was a blur, you started to feel clumsy. Maybe it was time to go home but everyone else seemed to be having so much fun, you didn’t want to ruin that. 

As you continued to dance around with the man you hadn’t even bothered to put a name on, you started to notice a lot of weird movement around the club. Some people quickly moving from one side of the room to another, some also seemingly leaving with urgency… it felt like things were happening quickly in your surroundings and your foggy brain was barely catching up. 

But as the friendly stranger pulled you closer, the music stopped and the lights were turned on. People complained and looked around in confusion, but trough the door quickly came a swarm of armed men. Either police officers or a cartel, you could only assume considering your understanding of what your eyes were seeing could easily be ambiguous. Without a warning, all hell broke loose; people ran around, screamed, law enforcement tried to control the situation. You desperately wanted to think of something; move, run, hide… but you froze, and didn’t snap out of it until the first gunshot was fired. 

“Fucking hell!” You screamed like many others in the room, absolutely terrified. One of your friends pulled you quickly, almost dragging you under the table. The man you had been dancing with now nowhere to be found. “What the hell is happening,” a terrified murmur left your lips, the shooting continued. 

Serves you well for trying to have fun.

You remained under the table, desperately trying to ignore the situation you were in while the palms of your hands fixed over your ears in an attempt to muffle the noise. At some point the piercing sound of the gunshots ceased, but arguing continued. Other attendees closer to the door seemed to start moving, probably getting evacuated, and suddenly, you felt yourself get pulled from under the table with a firm tug to what you thought was going to be your first time being used as hostage. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?” He screamed in your face and you immediately felt yourself get small in your place. The world around you two seemed to be moving erratically, but your eyes were fixed on Javier; the man now holding you harshly from your arm. His fingers digging into your skin, the fear born simply from the thoughts of what could have gone wrong now turned into anger.

Forming a sentence was impossible, not even a peep while a million thoughts and emotions ran trough you, the main one being how he had never yelled at you like that. Javier screamed your name and shook you slightly, but once again he didn’t get a response, causing him to curse and start pulling you towards the exit quickly. Anger and frustration oozing out of him in waves. From what you could see on the way out, the raid was a conjoined effort between the Colombian police and the DEA which now seemed to be under control. Some people were arrested and the evacuation had started. Javier managed to easily avoid the crowds, his hold strong around your wrist while he did this. 

The two of you made it to his car, where he finally stopped dragging you around. The brunette looked at you with a frown, his body towering over you as your back clashed with the door of the vehicle. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your eyes immediately moving down to the pavement.

“Do you not know all the shit that’s happening with all these fucking narcos right now?” Javier spoke with gritted teeth, his hands now placed on his hips as you looked back up. He was trying to keep his cool, but his efforts were proved to be unsuccessful when he yelled again. “You couldn’t just pick up the damned phone and talk to me instead of running to make stupid decisions?”

“Even if I had tried, it would have taken me five business days to get ahold of you!” Now it was you yelling back, anger bubbling from deep within you, born from all the emotions you had been suppressing for weeks. The alcohol and adrenaline running trough your veins making you react badly to his entitlement. “By then I would have already been killed in—!”

“Don’t you fucking dare say that!” He raised his tone even higher, forcing you to shut up as he moved his hand to your face, pressing his fingers on each side of your jaw so firmly that it hurt. His body now pressed against yours, pushing you against the car.

“It’s the truth, Javier! I never see you anymore, I can barely get you on the phone!” You immediately clapped back, the anger seething trough your teeth before you sighed heavily, tears immediately pooling in your eyes before they spilled like bottled up emotions, streaking down your cheeks until they got your lover’s fingers wet. You closed your eyes, embarrassed. “I’ve missed you so much, I just wanted to have a good night for a change."

Javier’s expression was suddenly painted with confusion, this feeling within him being born from the realization of what he was doing. His harsh hold relaxed before he completely let go of your face, your tears had instantly brought him down to earth. He fucked up, he hurt you in more ways than one and now the way he was acting seemed to be almost as if he was trying to punish you for that too. It crumbled him to see you cry, even more when he knew it was his fault. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he ran a hand over his face with frustration before he pulled you into his arms. The closeness immediately getting the box you’d locked your feelings inside to open wide, your salty tears immediately forming stains on the fabric of his button up while he held you close, his thick fingers getting lost in the strands of your hair. “For screaming, for hurting you and for making you feel that way.”

“You’re everything,” he said your name softly, you could only sob in the familiar safety of his arms. It was freeing that you finally said how you felt and that he understood, but it didn’t make it any easier to get back to normal. Inside you’d felt like your relationship was beyond saving for weeks, all while being unable to bring yourself to bother him with that conversation. “I can’t lose you.”

Another familiar voice was heard from afar over the noise of the commotion. “Hey, Peña,��� it was Steve, but Javier quickly shut him down by making a dismissive gesture with his hand. He realized it was about time he prioritized you over the job, at least this once. It’s not like they needed him when there were over a dozen other officers on the scene. 

Right now he just wanted to be with you. 

“I don’t want to lose you either,” you managed to mumble as you hugged him back, your small hands being softly placed on his back. It was true, that man leaving your life had become your biggest fear the moment you fell for him and it had gotten hard to see that possibility appear to be closer and closer every day.

“You won’t.” Javier dropped without even thinking about it. “That’s not on the table, it’ll never be.”

And you believed him. He was a man that kept his word after all.

You breathe in deeply, calming yourself down. “Can we go home?” There was still many things to go over, and a lot of stuff to put on the table together for the sake of actually seeing a change in your current dynamic, but it felt like you’d had enough for a day. It brought you peace to be with him in that moment, and after the stress you had been submitted to in the past hour, on top of the high alcohol levels in your system, you couldn’t think of anything better than to get in bed and leave any worries for another day.

“Of course, sweetheart.” The brunette let go of the embrace and placed a kiss on the top of your head, moving his hands to clean the leftover tears off your cheeks. “Let me just go find your friends so they know I’m taking you and, uh, sort some shit out. Is that ok?”

With a faint smile on your lips, you nodded calmly. “That’s ok.”

After that, he moved to open the door and help you into the passenger seat of the car. “I won’t be long,” Javier reassured before he left you inside the comfortable warmth of the vehicle, and from there you followed him around with your eyes, watching his moves intently. He quickly found your friends and while they seemed to get into a small argument, mainly because they appeared to be mad at him, he looked like he stayed calm and the issue was quickly settled. After that you saw him walk over to Steve, he seemed to explain the situation to him, and his partner nodded calmly in agreement. 

As he walked back to you, you heard him yelling over the noise, “call me if you need anything!”  To what the blonde replied with a simple, “don’t worry about it!”

Finally, he got into the driver’s seat. Your sight not leaving him for a second.

“Did I mention you look beautiful?”

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why don’t you || Javier Peña x f!reader**

summary: it’s hot af and you’re wearing a sundress. that’s all Javier can say about that day.

word count: 2k

warnings: exhibitionism (kind of), riding, Javi can’t stop talking, male masturbation. 

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

gif: @hunterschafer​ 

By all means, Javier Peña responded to visuals.

Whether with his job or personal life, he responded best to what he could see. Palpable evidence, as he liked to call it. Anything that he could see, he could believe in it.

But he couldn’t believe this. It was true that Cali was hot today but damn, he did not expect this.

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[teamfreemando1975]

Gon request a Javier Peña x reader where they’re like married and Javi had a late day and got home late n stuff and reader is all tucked into bed and he just gets real domestic n shit and he tried really hard not to wake her up but she’s already awake and she asks about his day and as he’s telling her he sees that she’s fallen back to sleep

Thx :)

Dozing Off

Pairings: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

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A/N: Ty for the request! Enjoy! <3

It was around two in the morning when Javi got home from work. Today was draining for him. Him and Steve had a new case coming up and the paperwork and investigations were just exhausting. Javi yawned as he entered the apartment you and him shared. You and him have been married for almost two years but dating for about three years. He took out the key to the front door and quietly opened the door and entered in. He threw his stuff on the floor before going into the kitchen to get a drink. He paused when he say a note on the counter. He took the note that read:

I made your favorite for dinner, it’s in the fridge. Hear it up. I love you mi amor. ~Y\N

Javi smiled at the note but frowned a bit, he felt like a bad husband for always leaving you at home to cook and clean while he’s out busting his ass. You two haven’t really had a proper moment with each other. Javi quickly took a shot of liquor before deciding that he should eat the food you made for him. His heart felt light at the fact that you made food for him even though he’s never properly home with you.

Once Javi finished eating, he entered the bedroom. He stepped in quietly as he admired your sleeping form on his side of the bed. He chuckled through his nose before walking up to you. He kneeled down as he rubbed your back softly before kissing your forehead gently. “I’m home cariño,” he said softly, he stood back up and quickly changed into his sleep wear. As Javi turns to face the drawers, his arm hit a candle that was sitting on the nightstand. The impact caused the candle to fall making a big thud. Javi gritted his teeth as he catched the candle. “Javi?” He heard your groggy voice call his name as he turned to see you lift your head with your eyes squinting at him. “Shit, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep.” Javi went over to you as he repeatedly kissed your head as he rubbed your back to get you to sleep. “It’s okay, I was trying to stay awake for you but clearly that didn’t work.” You chuckled making Javi sigh “Baby, I told you to not wait up for me. You need sleep.” Javi cupped your face as he rubbed a thumb over the apple of your cheek. You took his hand and kissed his palm. “You need sleep too.” Javi sighed knowing that you were right, he let go of your cheek as he went to put on his sleepwear. You watched him as you did, “How was your day?” You asked him through a yawn making him chuckle, “Same old shit. Steve being a pain in the ass like always.” You rolled your eyes before laughing at him, Javi got into bed with you as he pulled you into his chest. “Anything exciting happening?” You asked him once more as you drew shapes on his bare chest, Javi sighed as he also drew shapes on your arm. “Starting a new case. Not that much detail yet, but I’m pretty sure it will be more of a shit show than Escobar. Motherfucker was not giving us a break. I’m pretty sure that this case will— Javi stopped his sentence as he heard you start to snore. He looked down at you in his arms to see you passed out. Javi couldn’t help but laugh, and he shook his head. “Guess I bored you with my job cariño,” He joked before kissing your head a few times, “Sleep tight, mi amor.”

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Tie Me Up Like I’m Surprised

Sex Escapades With Agent Peña

(Javi Peña x f!reader NSFW)

A/N: thank you to the lovely anon who sent in a request for Javi to tie you up with his tie. This one is for you, babe <3

Summary: Your boyfriend Agent Peña invites you as his +1 to a cocktail party at the U.S Embassy in Colombia. You can’t get enough of the way your boyfriend looks in that tie.

~word count: 4.2k~

Warnings:established relationship, smut with no plot, semi public sex, office sex, Javi is the dom in this one, reader is 100% sub, consent consent consent, slight power dynamic (if you squint) teasing, edging, some degradation, nicknames, huge fucking praise kink, cream pie, cum eating, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v, pussy play, cock warming, mentions of smoking and drinking. Once again, this is straight up filth/porn and is NSFW. Do not open this around your boss, or coworkers please. (+18) minors dni !

Songs used:

Tuyo by Rodrigo Amarante

needy by Ariana Grande

Dress by Taylor Swift

Pussy is God by King Princess

You never had said yes so fast in your entire life when your boyfriend Javi asked you to be his +1 at the U.S Embassy cocktail party. The only two people that knew that you and agent Peña were dating were Steve and Connie. They both did a pretty damn good job of keeping yours and Javi’s relationship on the down low. Excitement flooded through your system at the thought of attending this event with you around Javi’s arm. His arm candy. God, the other receptionists were going to be fuming. Almost every woman in the office had a crush on agent Peña. You had nothing to worry about of course. He was all yours, and vice versa.

You had just finished clipping your earrings in when Javi knocked on your apartment door. “It’s open Jav!”

He pushed the door open then when he got a first long look at you and his eyes nearly bugged out of his skull. “Are you ready cariño—holy shit.”

You were wearing a sinfully red cocktail dress. The length was work appropriate, but still flirty. The bodice was tight and hugged your curves beautifully. Just enough cleavage was peeking out for it to show your wild side while still appearing classy, professional. The hem of the dress fell at your mid knee and there was a small slit going up the side of the fabric. You paired the dress with nude, strappy heels that had just a touch of shimmer on the fabric.

“Eres tan hermosa. ¿Te has puesto esto para mí?” (you are so beautiful. Did you wear this for me?) Javi rasped as he strode into your apartment. He wasted no time to back you up into the nearest surface he could find, which happened to be your kitchen countertop. “You’re so fucking beautiful querida. You’re killing me in this fucking dress baby.” He grasped onto your hips, burying his face between the sliver of skin visible between your breasts. He licked a sinful stripe with his tongue—

“Jav! Baby, we can’t! We’re gonna be late and you know how Murphy gets!” You threaded your fingers through the back of his hair with a giggle.

“Don’t care. He and Connie can wait five more minutes for us.” He drew his face from between your breasts and despite the fact that he knew you’d get upset at him for messing up your lipstick, he kissed you anyway.

“JAV!” You slapped his bicep playfully as you pushed him away.

“I’m sorry cariño. You just look too damn kissable right now.” He chuckled and swiped his thumb over his lips, wiping off the residue of your lipstick from them.

“Yeah and now your lips are cherry red Javi.” You shook your head with a grin as you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him away from you playfully.

“Just means I get to carry your kisses on me all fucking night querida.”

Just when you were about to respond to his vulgarity, Steve had honked the horn from where he was parked on the street below.

“C’mon agent Peña, I need a dirty martini stat if I’m going to make it through this event.”

“You and your dirty martinis.” He chuckled, bringing his hand to your lower back as he nudged you towards the front door of your apartment. The hot, humid Colombian air was already causing the fabric of your dress to stick to your skin and you wondered how your boyfriend wasn’t dying in the tailored suit he was wearing.

He held the door open of Murphy’s car for you, letting you climb in first. He may or may not have given you ass a little pinch before he climbed in after you, pulling the door shut.

“Took you both long enough.” Steve grumbled from the driver's seat. “Was about to leave your ass here Peña.”

Javi was already reaching into his suit pocket, pulling out his cigarettes and lighter as he placed it between his lips. “Sorry Murphy. Had to ogle at my lady real quick.” He rolled the window down, reaching over you to roll yours down as well before he lit the tip of the cigarette.

“Oh, I’m sure you did just that.”

Javi looked over at you as he took a long drag from the cigarette and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively in your direction as he brought his arm around the back of your seat, resting his fingertips along your exposed shoulder. “It’s not everyday I get to see her in a beautiful dress like this.” He shot you a wink.

At the event, in one of the U.S Embassy’s many large conference rooms, Javi was quick to head to the open bar for your dirty martini with extra Olives. He returned to your side and handed you the glass, his fingertips brushing yours as you watched him closely. The rim of the glass was perched against your lips as you took a sip. Christ, he looked so fucking good.

Much to your disappointment, your boyfriend was pulled away to engage in mindless office chatter. However, despite the distance between you, his eyes always found yours in the room.

You were specifically watching the way his hands would move to adjust his tie. The tendons in his hands would flex under contact as he placed his hand on his hip while his elbow rested alongside one of the high tables. You could tell by the expression on his face, that he was bored of the conversation he was un-actively participating in.

Your glass was nearly empty as you swirled the remaining contents around mindlessly. You caught his attention simply by pushing your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck in the most casual fashion. Your legs crossed over one another, heels glistening in the lighting as your fingers delicately held the stem of the toothpick. You wrapped your lips around one of the olives on the toothpick and sucked it into your mouth.

You heard the scraping of Javi’s chair before you caught sight of him approaching you. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing cariño?” He hissed, leaning down over you as you gazed up at him innocently, lashes fluttering.

“Eating these olives and trying to get your attention. Think it worked?” Your lips curved up into a cherry red stained grin.

“Oh, it worked alright. C’mon.” He grasped your wrist in his warm palm, pulling you up from your seat. He didn’t care if anyone was watching the two of you at this point. He knew that people would gossip regardless.

“Jav what are you—”

“Shh. Just follow me. Don’t ask silly questions querida.” He tsked under his breath as he released his grip around your wrist and let his hand rest at your lower back.

Soon the two of you were outside the conference room. The echo of your heels clacking along the smooth tile could be heard, followed by Javi’s heavier footsteps behind you. After turning down a hallway, you knew exactly where he was taking you. Straight to his office.

He was quick to open the door and nudge you inside before he pulled it shut and locked it behind him. He reached under the back of his suit jacket, pulled out his gun and placed it along his desk with his badge next to it. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me all night, cariño. I was looking for a perfectly good excuse to depart from the conversation I was having. You gave me just the excuse I needed.”

He had you backed into his desk with zero hesitation. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you because you look so fucking good tonight Jav. Not sure why, but that tie is doing things to me.”

“My tie, sweet girl? What about it?” He was already effortlessly slipping off his suit jacket, tossing it down alongside where you sat upon the edge of his desk. When he moved his hands up to loosen the tie around his neck, you reached up to stop him.

“No no. Let me do it.” Your hands were around his, ceasing his movements as the fabric slipped between your fingers.

Javi was dipping his head down, nudging his nose against yours before he was closing the gap and capturing your lips between his. “What do you like so much about my tie, cariño? Don’t be shy.” He mumbled into your lips while his hand ghosted around the outside of your thigh as he hiked it up around his hip, causing your back to lay flat across his desk. You could hear papers and pens clinking to the ground from the movement but Javi didn’t seem to care.

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about all the ways you could tie me up with it.” You breathed out against his lips, tasting the warm whiskey on his tongue wrapped deliciously in faint cigarette smoke. You were quick to grasp the buttons of his shirt, popping them open so his glistening tan chest was exposed.

“Jesus fucking Christ. That’s what you have been thinking about? You’re so unbelievably filthy baby. So filthy for me.” He mumbled against your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, letting out a deep exhale as he gripped onto your thigh tightly.

Your fingers skated across the exposed skin on his chest greedily as you kissed him deeper, your tongues actively exploring one another’s mouths. Your kisses with Javi were never short of filthy. You loved the way he completely took over your lips with his. “Yes, Jav. Please tie me up baby and have your way with me.” You scraped your nails down his chest, eliciting a groan from the cavern of his throat.

“You don’t have to ask me twice, cariño.” His lips detached from yours. They were smeared with your cherry red lipstick and swollen with your kisses. He didn’t waste another second before he slipped his tie from around his neck as he leaned down over you. “I could blindfold you. Or gag that pretty mouth of yours. Hmm..” he pondered while he stood between your legs. He couldn’t help but let his hand that was gripping the outside of your thigh, dip inwards before his thumb was brushing lightly across your clothed clit. He could feel the wetness pooling through the fabric as he let out a deep chuckle. “This turning you on already querida? Your pretty little pussy has soaked through your panties.” He hummed as he applied a bit of pressure to your covered clit.

Your body lurched forward from his touch alone as you took your lower lip between your teeth. Your thighs instinctively spread open for him as he cupped your aching cunt with his warm palm. “Fuck, Jav. Please. I can’t handle your teasing tonight.”

“No? Oh, my sweet girl. You want me that bad, huh? Oh my poor poor greedy little baby.” He stroked his thumb across your clit once more. “Be a doll and grab the box of smokes from my jacket cariño.” He rasped.

You nearly cursed under your breath from how fast you were reaching for his suit jacket and pulling the box of cigarettes and lighter from the internal pocket. You placed the cigarette between his lips, holding in your soft moans as he continued to play with your clit. Your fingers shakily lit the cigarette for him as he took a drag, blowing the smoke off to the side. “Arms behind your back sweetheart. Be a good girl while I play with your pussy, okay? Just want to hear those pretty little sounds from you cariño. Want to make sure that you’re nice and ready for my cock.”

You tossed the box of cigarettes and lighter down onto his suit jacket before bringing your arms behind your back as he requested. “I’m always ready for your cock Jav.”

“I know my sweet girl. You’re always so good for me.” He kept the cigarette pursed between his lips as he removed his thumb from your clit and reached around you. You felt the smooth fabric of his tie wrapping around your wrists as he tied them together in a bow. “Now only if I had some proper rope to tie you up completely. I think this will do for now. How’s it feel? Not too tight?”

Your breath hitched in your throat when you tried to wiggle your wrists but they wouldn’t budge. “No, not too tight baby. Just enough that I can’t move them.” Your lips were held in a pout as you looked up at him.

“Perfect. I love seeing you like this cariño. Always looking so pretty for me.” He brushed his thumb across your lower lip, dragging it down slightly. “You want my cock now, pretty girl? Ask nicely.”

“Please, Javi. Can I please have your cock now?” You breathed out, feeling the ache between your thighs continue to pulse.

“Of course you can, baby. It’s all yours.”

With his cigarette still expertly pursed between his lips, he quickly undid the button of his dress pants and pulled the zipper down and freed his cock from the restraints. He loved the way that your eyes would widen slightly every time you saw his cock. It’s like you were amazed by the length and girth of him, no matter how many times you had seen it.

You watched the way it slapped up against his stomach, the ridged head was leaking with precum and you were nearly salivating at the sight. “Can I taste you, please Jav?”

“You want to suck my cock baby?”

“Please.”

Your lips were already parted open, eagerly waiting for him. He brushed his tip across your lipstick stained lips as your warm, inviting mouth wrapped around him. Your tongue swirled around the ridged head, tasting his salty precum. You watched with an innocent look, your mouth filled with his cock as Javi’s eyes rolled back into his skull.

“Fuck cariño. You’re going to fucking kill me with that pretty little mouth of yours.” The tip of the cigarette dipped down slightly between his lips as his hand found purchase on around your face. His thumb was gently stroking your cheekbone as you hollowed your cheeks out to take more of him in. “Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful, mouth full of my cock. You love this don’t you cariño? Look at you, filthy girl.” He hissed under his breath when the tip of his cock nudged the back of your throat.

You gagged around him, feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes as you looked up at him. Each time you bobbed your head, Javi could feel himself stretching out the soft, fleshy interior of your cheeks against his thumb.

More praises began to fall from his lips as you continued to suck him off greedily. Javi was in complete bliss, having you beneath him like this, mouth filled with his cock. He couldn’t wait to fill you to the fucking brim.

He reached down, tapping his cigarette out before he slipped out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ before you could speak, his lips were on yours kissing you deeply as he could taste himself on your tongue. “If you would have kept that up, I would have been cumming down that pretty little throat.” His hand was wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back slightly as he nipped at your lower lip. “Wrap your leg around my waist, cariño and prop your other foot up on my desk.”

He brought his other hand around your lower back, propping you up gently so you wouldn’t fall back. Your leg found purchase around his hip while you propped your heel clad foot against the side of his desk. His tip was firmly pressed against your clothed clit, eliciting a moan from both of you. He dropped his hand that was firmly grasped around your throat, to between your legs. His fingers pulled your thin panties to the side, exposing your pussy to him.

He dragged his tip across your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal before he slowly sunk himself inside of you. He loved the way your pussy immediately gripped around him. Your walls were wet, warm, and inviting and he could stay buried inside of you forever. He felt your heel digging into him from where it was wrapped around his waist. “So fucking tight cariño. Taking my cock so well. Fucking love the way your pretty little pussy grips around me.” He jutted his hips forward, knocking you into his desk as your lips parted open.

“Fuck me, Jav.”

“That’s the plan querida.” He chuckled as he rutted his hips into you again. At this angle, with your thighs spread wide, you could feel him everywhere inside of you. Your head fell back slightly as a moan slipped out as he fucked into you.

Javi’s hand was still firmly wrapped around your lower back, keeping you steady as his other hand gripped onto the edge of the desk for support. More things were being knocked over from how hard he was fucking you. He could see your tits bounce under the fabric of your dress with each heavy thrust.

He silenced your sweet moans with his lips where his teeth clashed against yours in a heated, desperate kiss. He drank in your sweet sounds, praising you against your swollen lips as you clenched and pulsed around his thick cock. “That’s it baby. So good for me. Always such a good girl. You wanna cum my sweet girl? Not until I say” he mumbled into your lips.

In one swift movement, he had slipped out of you and carefully flipped you over on his desk so you were bent over the side of it, your wrists bound behind your back with his tie. You were at his complete and utter mercy now.

Javi had given his cock a few quick tugs as he crouched down, and dragged his tongue across your soaked pussy a few times getting a proper taste. Your thighs quivered when you felt his tongue flatten against your clit. “Javi. Fuck. Please! D—don’t tease me you asshole.” You mewled.

“Shh. Don’t worry, my sweet girl. You’ll get my cock again in just a second.” He hummed against you, flicking his tongue a few times before he stood up. You felt his hands harshly yank your hips back against him. “You gotta learn some patience, cariño. Enjoy the moment.” His hand had harshly made contact with your left ass cheek. His open palm stung the soft skin as your body lurched forward. He leaned down over you, soothing the red skin with a kiss before he bit down causing you to let out a surprised yelp.

“Jav..” you warned.

“Be a good girl for me cariño. Don’t make me tell you again.” His lips dragged from your ass up your spine and between your shoulder blades. His broad frame completely enveloped around you as he slowly slipped back inside of you. He was less gentle this time as he rammed into you, over and over again. The hem of your dress was bunched up over your hips as you cried out his name.

He let his hand dip under you, flattening across your stomach before dipping down between your legs where his fingers furiously began to rub at your already swollen clit. The building orgasm in the pit of your stomach had your ass arching into him, meeting his thrusts half way as you gyrated your hips back into him. “That’s it baby. Fuck yourself on my cock, just like that cariño. Look at you being a filthy little whore for me. Getting yourself off on my cock.” He flicked your clit faster, edging you to your crashing release.

“Javi—javi! Please, baby. Please let me cum!” You were nearly sobbing at this point as he continued to relentlessly pound into you.

His eyes were locked on where your bodies were connected. With each thrust of his hips, and glide of his cock, he could see you gripping him, coating his cock in your arousal. “You wanna cum, my sweet girl? C’mon cariño. I know you’re so fucking close baby. Cum around my cock. I want you to complete fucking coat me. You think you can do that for me baby?”

You replied with a strangle moan, mixed in with his name as you clenched around him.

“Ahh. That’s it. There she is, there’s my pretty fucking girl. That’s it baby. I got you.” He listened to your sweet sounds of ecstasy fill his office space and his greedy ears. His fingers continued to work your clit as you hit your orgasm with a deafening crescendo.

“Wh—where can I cum cariño? I don’t want to ruin this pretty dress of yours—”

“Inside of me Javi.”

“Are you—”

“Yes. Just fucking do it.” Your walls were still clenching around him. “I’m on the pill and we’re both clean.”

As soon as he had your full consent to cum inside of you, nothing was stopping him as he grunted out your name. Sinking his nails into your hip as he spurted his hot ropes of cum into your pussy. You felt him coat your walls entirely as he collapsed against you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he stayed buried deep inside of you. His cock twitched a few times before it softened but he didn’t have the strength to move yet. “Fuck Me.” He whispered against your hair, pressing a kiss against the side of your neck.

Yours and his cum was dripping out of your pussy and around his softened cock. You both were catching your breath as the post sex high set in. Javi slowly propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at where he was still buried deep inside your pussy before he gently untied your wrists. “How was that baby? You feeling good?” He softly spoke as he tossed his tie over his suit jacket.

“Absolutely turned my fucking brain to mush, Jav.” You looked over your shoulder at your proud grinning boyfriend. “If you’re gonna stay inside of me like this, mind grabbing me a smoke?”

“If you’re alright with it, and of course cariño.” He grabbed a cigarette from the open container on his desk and placed it between your pretty lips before he lit it for you.

“Mmm. Well, you’re in luck because I quite enjoy the way you fill me up baby.” You propped yourself up on your elbow as you wiggled your ass back against him, taking a long drag from the cigarette.

“This is why you’re absolutely going to murder me one of these days. Can’t just go and say that shit to a man baby. You know what it does to me? Not to mention, you look so fucking pretty, cigarette between those lips, my cock still buried inside of you after you’ve been properly fucked. God, you’re so beautiful.”

You let out a soft giggle as you took another drag before plucking the cigarette from your lips and reached back and placed it between his lips.

“Mmm. You should have brought your camera so you could have taken a picture of me like this. Oh well, next time.”

Javi took a long drag, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he slowly slipped out. He used a few tissues from the Kleenex box that was discarded on the floor to gently wipe between your thighs. He gently fixed your panties and pulled your dress back down over your thighs before he tucked himself back into his pants.

“We should probably make ourselves presentable before we head back out there. Hopefully no one has noticed our absence.” He swiped his thumb across your lower lip, leaning down as he gave you a quick peck.

You both quickly tidied up his desk, picking up the discarded papers from the floor and neatly stacking them once more. You both headed to the empty bathrooms, cleaning up your appearance as you did your best to wipe away the smeared lipstick residue from his face.

By this time, Steve and Connie 100% knew that you and Javi were up to no good as you finally made a reappearance. Your boyfriend’s hair was tousled, and his tie was crooked but at least his fly wasn’t down. Your lips were swollen and your dress was a bit crinkled at the bottom. If that wasn’t the dead giveaway, it must have also been the fact that you both had that post sex glow to your faces.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Steve had inquired.

“Wanted to show her something in my office.”

“Are you—did you guys really?”

“We sure did. Anyway, I’m parched. You want another dirty martini cariño?”

“Nah. I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks please.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, giving your waist a light squeeze before him and Steve went to go order another round of drinks.

“Did you guys do it in his office?” Connie asked.

“Is it that obvious?”

“It’s written all over your face babe.”

“We did and it was just as hot as you’re thinking it is.”

“Damn, I’m gonna need to convince Steve to let me visit him after hours sometime.”

You and Connie giggled together as you glanced across the room at agent Peña. He shot you a flirty wink, causing Steve to roll his eyes in annoyance.

Damn you Javier Peña, damn you.

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Sweet Dreams

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: You find Javi awake in the middle of the night and help him fall asleep :)

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) no use of y/n, dirty talk, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, spitting, light spanking, cum play, hair pulling, just a dash of degradation, probably more this is literally just straight up absolutely filthy smut with a microscopic speck of plot. Kinda soft!Javi, lots of use of the nickname princesa and baby

Word count: 6.4k hahaha

A/N: This whole thing is based on this gif. I'm down so horrendously bad for this man I can't keep living like this.

You wake up in the middle of the night to an empty bed.

A couple of hours ago you had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around you with your back to his chest, his face tucked into the space between your neck and shoulder, his steady breathing warm against your skin.

And now all you felt was the cool breeze coming in from the open balcony door. You roll over and squint, trying to focus your tired eyes. You can make out Javi’s silhouette sitting on the couch out on balcony and can smell the cigarette smoke wafting into the bedroom.

Well that just wont do.

No other thoughts cross your mind before you wrap yourself up in the fluffy blanket and stand up. It’s like your body is a magnet to Javi, needing to be as close to him as possible at all times. You’re still half asleep and your legs feel like jello as you stumble out onto the balcony.

Javi immediately turns to you, his concerned puppy dog eyes looking at you.

“What are you doin up, princesa” Javi asks with a frown.

He’s shirtless, sitting there on the couch in only his boxers. He’s definitely a sight for your sore eyes.

“Could ask you the same”

Your voice still thick with sleep as you sit next to him on the couch and his arm immediately wraps around your shoulder, pulling you close to him.

“Couldn’t sleep” Javi says plainly before taking a deep puff from the cigarette that’s dangling between his index and middle finger.

You don’t say anything in response but let the soft noise from the city below fill the silence instead.

It’s a very rare occasion when Javi wants to talk about the baggage he takes home from work, he often tells you that being with you is healing enough. But finding him in the middle of the night on the living room couch or balcony with a cigarette tucked between his lips as he nurses a bottle of whiskey is not a rare occasion.

Sometimes you can pull it out of him, get him to open up about the shit that’s weighing him down. But you know that it’s not the time for that right now and you’re too tired to hold an actual conversation right now anyway.

You yawn and move to lay down, your head resting in his lap with your legs stretched out on the rest of the couch and your blanket pulled up to your chin.

He automatically snakes a hand under the blanket until he finds the warm, bare skin of your shoulder. He rests his hand there, drawing soft patterns on your skin with his thumb while his other arm stretches out on the back of the couch. You fall back asleep almost instantly, Javi’s light touch lulling you back

He sits here for awhile, concentrating on the feeling the rise and fall of your body under his hand on your shoulder. His mind is finally starting to go blank, the weight of your body against his washing away the events of the day. Having you close always soothed him. Something about you just put him at ease. The whiskey and cigarettes couldn’t hold a light to the way you clear his mind.

He picks up the glass of whiskey on the side table, gulping down the rest of it and setting it back down before bringing his cigarette up to his lips, taking another long drag.

He looks down at your head in is lap. You’re facing him, giving him a perfect view of your relaxed and peaceful face as you sleep. His heart swells a bit when he realizes that he can feel your warm breath on his bare thigh with your every deep exhale.

Softly, as to not wake you, he brings his hand from your shoulder to your face, softly running his thumb over your cheekbone.

“So pretty” He whispers.

Your eyelashes flutter open just slightly and he shushes you softly, tracing a feather light finger along your jaw. He can never keep his hands off of you. He has to always be touching you in some way as if your a tether to the Earth and if he let go he would fly away.

You snuggle your face further into his thigh and In less than a minute, your breathing slows down again, your breaths becoming heavier and deeper.

Your cheek is pressed against the soft skin of his bare thigh, squishing your mouth so it hangs open slightly. He can’t stop himself as he moves his thumb to rest on your lower lip, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb ever so slightly.

To his amazement, your lips automatically close around the tip of his thumb. His cock twitches in his boxers, seeing you so accepting, so willing to take anything he gives you even in your sleep. He slides his thumb in further, pressing against your tongue until your warm lips are wrapped around his first knuckle. He groans quietly when he feels you starting to suckle his thumb, another wave of arousal washing over him.

He sits there quietly with his palm resting in your cheek and his thumb tucked between your lips, watching fondly as you suck on it gently in your sleep.

You’re stuck somewhere halfway between sleep and consciousness. You know he’s getting needy. he was always needy around you and you want to stay awake and please him. But you can’t stop yourself from drifting in and out of sleep with the comforting touch of Javi’s hand on your cheek as you gently suck on his thumb. The faint scent of his body wash he used in the shower you two shared hours ago mixing with the cigarettes and whiskey and the smell that was so undeniably Javi made your head even fuzzier, definitely not helping your efforts in trying to stay awake.

You have no clue how much time passes before Javi’s sliding his thumb out of your mouth and smoothing it against your swollen bottom lip. You open your eyes at the loss, looking up at Javi through your eyelashes. He looks back down at you, his eyes soft and full of admiration.

“My sweet girl” he says quietly, barely loud enough to hear over the sounds of the city.

He hooks his wet thumb over your bottom lip, tugging down slightly until your jaw opens up a bit more. You know what he’s asking for. Your eyes flit down to his boxers and you can see the clear outline of his half hard cock through the thin material of his boxers.

“Can use me” you say mumble, the sleep in voice causing you to slur your words before you close your eyes again.

You hear Javi curse quietly above you before he starts to reposition himself, trying his absolute hardest not to jostle you around. He manages to push his boxers down slightly, just enough to get his cock out.

Your eyes are still closed when you feel his wet, hot tip press gently against your lip. You keep them closed as you open your jaw, giving him silent permission to slide in.

He keeps just the tip in your mouth for now, sighing heavily when you start to lick the precum from head. He leans to the side to drop his cigarette into the ashtray resting in the side table before resting his hand on your cheek again. He can feel his tip press against his palm through your cheek every so often and it drives him crazy.

He sighs again once you let him push his cock further into your mouth, taking him as deep as you could at this angle.

“Shit baby” Javi’s groans, letting his head drop on the back of the couch.

He’s now fully hard, fighting every urge not to buck his hips up and shove his cock down your throat like he normally does. He wants to stay in this moment as long as he could, savoring they way you’re nearly asleep but still so willing to take him. His efforts are thwarted when he looks down at you, your face sleepy and peaceful with you wet lips wrapped so perfectly around him.

“So fuckin pretty like this” he sighs, his thumb brushing your cheek.

Javi’s was hot and heavy in your mouth, twitching every time you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on him. Fat drops of precum leaked out on your tongue which you eagerly swallowed, causing his thighs to tremble under your head.

His praise and breathy sighs and quiet broken moans send shivers down your spine, straight to your core.

You absolutely craved Javi like this, using you to get off, letting him find solace in your body. You’re so eager to please him, to draw out those shaky gasps and moans, that he barely has to ask anymore. His palm on your thigh or a squeeze around your waist was enough to turn you to putty in his hands. And you always got something in return. That was part of the reason you submitted so easily. After you make him cum, he’d immediately crawl between your legs, licking you and sucking you down, returning the favor 10 fold until your crashing down from your third orgasm in a row, absolutely begging him for a break.

Spit starts to leak out of your corner of your mouth and Javi grunts above you when he feels it dribble down his cock and onto his thigh. He moves his thumb to wipe up some of it, spreading it against your lips that are wrapped tightly around him.

He slowly rolls his hips up, testing the waters to see if you’d let him go further. Of course you allow it, tilting your head so there’s more room to fit him down your throat.

“My sweet girl, takin’ me so well” he rasps.

You’re starting to genuinely choke on him, his girth making your jaw ache but you don’t care. Not one bit. He keeps his pace slow, but he goes deeper every time. He drops his other to the back of your head, holding you in place for a few seconds every time he stuffs himself down your throat. He groans when he feels you gag, trying to swallow around him, the sensation sending tingles up to his scalp and down to his toes.

Your eyes are still closed, but tears are starting to leak out of the corners as he slowly fucks your throat. You were starting to get as needy as him. You always did when he filled your mouth up like this.

You start pressing your thighs together, trying to create any bit of friction. Javi of course notices immediately. No movement of yours goes unnoticed when he’s around.

“You gettin needy baby?” He coos at you, a devilish smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You open your eyes and look up at him, more tears falling falling down your face. You moan in response and he slides even further down your throat and holds you in place for a few seconds before letting up, allowing you to take a deep breath before he’s sliding in again.

His hand leaves your face, his palm warm and heavy as he slides it over your shoulder and down your side until he finds his way in between your thighs.

You let out a long whine when you feel two of his fingers press against your bare slit. He started the night in bed with you so he knows you’re naked. And at this point of your relationship, he takes you in the middle of the night more often than not so you decided to skip putting on pjs since you often found them on the floor anyway when you woke in the morning.

But it still take his breath away, your wet cunt exposed and ready for him to use whenever he pleases.

“Oh angel” he sighs, gliding a finger through your soaked folds. The sensation sends tingles up your spine, making you whine around him.

“Makin’ a mess and I haven’t even touched you yet. You love suckin my cock that much?”

You let out a long moan, the sound muffled by his cock still pumping in and out your throat. You try to grind down into his touch, which he responds to with an amused chuckle.

“So good, baby. So sweet and wet for me”

He feels your cunt clench and more slick drip out of you every time he talks. His words get filthy when he’s taking you like this. He’s normally fairly quiet, opting to brood silently rather than have any sort of conversation. But you draw it out of him so effortlessly it’s like he has no control over what comes out of his mouth and he clearly knows how much it gets to you.

He continues to glide two fingers through you slick heat, his cock starting to twitch in your mouth even more before he slowly plunges one deep inside of you.

Your eyes widen and you look up at him again and he’s smiling down at you, his cock pushing your loud moan back down your throat. He starts to pump his finger in and out of you, his pace matching the slow roll of his hips.

“Oh you really like having me down your throat, don’t you angel” he says when he feels you squeeze around his finger.

You thoughts are muddy and your skin feels so hot and all you can do is take him down your throat while you flutter around his finger. He knows one finger isn’t enough to get you off but you don’t dare to complain. You were for Javi to use right now and you’re going to let him use you however he pleases.

He keeps up the slow rhythm of fucking your throat while sliding his finger in and out of you. He’s almost never this slow with you, but it feels so good like this, seeing how long you can last. Your jaw is trembling now from staying for so long, spit sliding past your lips and down your chin and and neck your thighs shaking as you resist the urge to clamp down around Javi’s hand. Warm waves of arousal flood his senses every time he slips deeper into your throat. You were sound asleep not even half an hour ago and now you choking on Javi’s cock and leaking on his hand and down his fingers, being so submissive and he didn’t even have to say a single word.

His hips start to roll up faster as he gets caught up in how perfect you are, letting him use you however he wants, willing to do anything for him.

“My good girl. You want my cum down your throat, princesa?” He hisses, staring down at you.

He’s getting close. You can hear it in his voice and the pants he lets out at his chest heaves up and down. The anticipation of swallowing his hot seed is making you moan nonstop around him, the vibrations of your throat around him making him clench his jaw as he sucks in air through his teeth.

He tangles the hand that’s not inside you tightly in your hair as he starts to thrust faster into your mouth. You can feel his legs start to shake under your head, his grunts and gasps getting louder with every thrust. He sneakily adds a second finger in your cunt and he picks up the pace of fucking his fingers into you too.

“I know baby. I know you do. M’gonna cum and you’re gonna swallow every drop aren’t you, princesa” he rasps

It takes one, two, three more thrusts until he buries himself in your throat, pushing your head down until every inch of him is stuffed in your mouth as he cums down your throat. It’s so much. You’d probably slap any other man who tried to hold you down like that while he came. But something inside you is so innately in tune with him that you’d let him break you in anyway he pleases. You swallow his load happily, clenching around his two fingers as rope after rope of hot cum slides directly down your throat. Javi’s moaning at full volume now above you, not giving a single shit about the neighbors hearing him.

He gives one last push, sliding as far as he possible can down your throat before pulling back until just the tip rests in your mouth. He sighs loudly and you can just barely hear the quiet whimpers he lets out as aftershocks of his orgasm shoot through his body. He continues to slowly slide his fingers in and out of you as he catches his breath. You hum contentedly as he softens in your mouth, his breath hitching and body jolting every time you teasingly ran your tongue over his sensitive slit.

You finally release him from your mouth, a trail of spit connecting his tip to your tongue, which you lick up eagerly. He hisses at the cold air against his sensitive skin, already missing your mouth around him. Your mouth still hangs open, high pitched whines freely tumbling out every time Javi slides his fingers into you, his pace now slow and syrupy. You buck your hips, trying to grind your clit against the heel of his palm, trying to get him to speed up but he’s two steps ahead of you and removes his hand from you entirely before you can get any friction.

“Javiii” you whine desperately at the loss.

“Don’t be greedy, baby. Stay still and be grateful for what I give you.” Javi hisses, his voice dropping down an octave.

His words make your heart beat faster in your chest as you look up at him with wide eyes. His eyes are glued to yours as he brings his hand up to his face, sticking his two fingers that are practically dripping with your slick to his mouth. He immediately groans when he tastes you on his tongue, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he eagerly sucking down your juices. You let out a whimper and your cunt clenches around nothing as you watch him taste you. You’re well aware Javi loves to taste you but watching him moan and groan around his fingers as he tastes you drives you absolutely wild.

He opens and eyes and takes his fingers from his mouth. They’re now coated with his spit and your slick, shining in the soft glow of the city lights.

“Taste so fucking good, hermosa” He says, a lopsided smirk plastered on his face.

“Taste how sweet you are” he says before pushing his wet fingers into your mouth.

You moan lowly and your core pulses at the taste of the mixture of his spit and your juices on his fingers. He presses his two fingers against your tongue, pushing them back just slightly until you gag, spreading more of your own salvia around the two digits until they’re even wetter than they were before.

He then slips his fingers out of your mouth sliding them back into his mouth and Jesus Christ this man was going to be the death of you. His smirks even more at the desparte moan you let out as you watch him.

He release his finger from his mouth with low groan and a soft wet pop before returning his hand to your core, circling your leaking hole with his finger tips.

“You think you deserve to cum, baby?”

“Javi please, please I wa-“

You cut yourself off with a ragged moan when he thrusts his fingers into you, going deeper than before and curling up right against your g-spot as he immediately starts with a rapid pace. Hot waves of pleasure shoot up your spine and settled in your stomach each time his fingers hook against the spot that makes your eyes roll back in your skull.

“Yeah, I think you do baby. Sucked my cock so well, such a good girl for me” Javi says gruffly as he stares down at you, eyes trained on the faces your making.

You whimper and whine, bucking your hips up trying to get his fingers to go deeper.

“Love how wet this pretty pussy gets for me” Javi says almost to himself, groaning at the way you clench down around him.

“So fuckin tight too, huh? Only got two fingers in ya and can barely move ‘em”

Javi knows how much faster you cum when he’s talking this, how his filthy words hurtle you closer to the edge. You let out a loud moan which causes Javi to slap his free hand over your mouth.

“Be quiet, Princesa. You want the whole city knowing how slutty you are with my fingers in your tight cunt?”

Javi chuckles when you clench down so hard that you almost push his fingers out.

“Oh” Javi groans “you’d like that, wouldn’t you princesa? Letting everyone know how good I make you feel? You want them see how much of a slut you are, letting me fuck any of your holes whenever and wherever I want?”

Javi doesn’t break eye contact with you, watching as you writhe in his lap. The veins in your neck threaten to burst as you cry out his name, the sound muffled against his hand. Javi doesn’t make it any easier for you to be quiet. Instead, he slides his thumb through your drenched folds before circling your clit, just how you like it. You groan into his palm and twist your body in his lap as you feel your climax quickly building up in your stomach.

“You’re getting close, baby, I can feel it.”

You nod quickly, letting a short moan fall from between your lips. Javi’s hand is completely covering you mouth and his knuckles are pressing against your nostrils, leaving you heaving deeply for air. The pad of his thumb is still pressed into you clit, rubbing expert circles as he rubs his fingertips against your g-spot. You can feel yourself unraveling quickly. It comes a lot quicker than it would’ve if you hadn’t spent the last 15 minutes with Javi’s cock down your throat.

“Cum for me, princesa. Fucking soak my fingers like I know you want to” Javi growls.

You can’t take anymore. His voice, his words, his fingers buried in your cunt and his big hand blocking your breathing is too much. It all sends your flying off the edge. You cry out against Javi’s palm, your whole body trembling as you gush around his fingers, soaking his hand and wrist and the blanket under you. Javi groans as you fall apart and doesn’t stop pumping his fingers in and out of you until your whimpering, and clamping your thighs around his hand.

“Fuck baby. You so fucking pretty when you cum” Javi grunts, his chest heaving up and down as if he was the one who just came so hard he saw stars.

It takes a few moments for you to come down from your high, whimpering and jolting whenever Javi draws light circles on top of your sensitive clit. He slowly slides his fingers out of you, pulling his soaked hand out from under the blanket. He holds it up in front of your face, forcing you to look at how his whole hand and his wrist are covered in your juices.

He grins ear to ear and sticks his fingers in his mouth again, his eyes rolling back into his head again as his eyelids flutter close. He takes his time licking your release off of his fingers, savoring every sweet drop. When he finishes, he looks back down at you with the soft smile that’s reserved only for you.

“Come here, princesa” Javi commands softly.

He helps you sit up and you crawl to sit in his lap and drapes the blanket over your shoulders, shielding you from the cool breeze and wandering eyes before you collapse on his chest. He sighs at the intense heat of your body, his muscles quickly melting underneath you.

One of his big hands splays out against the bare skin of your back, holding you in place against him. You nuzzle your face into his neck, inhaling his scent as his soft brown locks tickle your face. You feel the cloth of his boxers growing wet pressed against your soaked core and you want to grind down on him, but the sleepiness hits you almost immediately, your eyelids growing heavy once again.

“Such a good girl, princesa. Just for me huh?” Javi whispers, making you smile as the scruff on his jaw tickling your cheek when he talks.

He lifts your chin with the fingers of his clean hand, silently asking you for a kiss. You sit up just enough to cup his face with both of your hands before pressing your lips softly against his. A small whimper tumbles out of your mouth and into his when you he licks into your mouth, your taste still heavy on his tongue. It’s a soft kiss, allowing you to relax into it, your lips warm wet lips gliding easily over his.

You pull back to take a breath and Javi smiles at you, soft and sweet.

You snuggle your face back into his neck, your eyes slipping closed once again. You feel him move around before you hear the click of his zippo and the soft crackling of his cigarette as his takes a long drag. You listen to his pulse slow down and his breathing even out as he finishes his cigarette, the nicotine quickly relaxing his body. You’re almost asleep again when he stubs out the cherry in the ash tray.

“Let’s get you back in bed”

He moves his hands to your ass and you wrap his arms around his neck, nuzzling your face back into his warm neck. He makes sure that the blanket is fully covering you before standing up. You wrap your legs around his waist, trusting him fully as he carries you back inside.

He gently lies you down on your back but you still cling to him, not letting him stand back up.

He chuckles lightly, moving to press a kiss to your jaw.

“I’m just gonna get a rag to clean us up” Javi says quietly, his voice muffled with his lips still pressed to your skin.

You sigh and unwrap your arms and legs from him. You roll over on to your stomach, squishing the side of your face into the cool silk pillowcase as you fold your arms under the pillow.

“Good girl”

He presses sweet kisses to your shoulder, lightly squeezing your ass before standing up.

He barely takes three steps before he hears you.

“Javiiiii” you whine, your heavy lidded eyes looking over your shoulder at him. He turns on his heel to look at you, worry and concern washing over him.

“What’s wrong, princesa?” He asks, padding back over to the edge of the bed and placing a soft hand on your shoulder.

“Still want you” you whine quietly, looking up at him through heavy eyelids.

“Oh baby” Javi coos, rubbing his hand over your soft, warm skin. “You swallow my cock and squirt all over my hand and your little pussy is still needy for me?”

“Need you to fill me up, Javi. Wanna stretch around you” you whine, slightly tilting your ass into the air. Javi smiles that soft smile, letting you know that he’ll take care of you and you let your eyes fall shut.

You feel his hand trail down your back until it meets his other one to palm your cheeks. You hum happily, delighted by the feeling of his big warm hands on you.

You feel the bed dip with Javi’s weight as he settles on his knees between your thighs. He gently pulls your cheeks apart, cool air rushing over your hot wet seam.

“Jesus Christ, princesa” Javi moans, the soft lighting in the bedroom finally allowing him to see how wet you are.

He spits softly above you, not that you need it at all but because he can. He watches intently as its drops from his lips and you moan into the pillow when you feel Javi’s spit slide down your crack and pool around your tight hole. His cock starts to quickly harden again in his boxers.

“Love all your perfect little holes, princesa” Javi grunts.

He runs his thumb through the mess between your thighs before circling your puckered hole. You gasp when he presses his the tip of his thumb into your tight hole, your body starting to tremble again.

“You want me to play with your little asshole baby?” Javi teases before letting more spit dribble out of his mouth and onto you, adding to the mess between your legs.

”Need you inside me Javi, wanna cum around you” you whine, your tight hole squeezing around Javi’s thumb as your cunt clenches around air.

He tucks the idea into his back pocket, saving of destroying your tight little hole for another day.

“You really need it bad, don’t you baby” Javi says almost in disbelief.

You lift your hips up, trying your best to wiggle your ass in front of Javi’s face. He takes the hint, moving off the bed to quickly kick off his boxers. He’s back between your legs within seconds, pressing his cock against your cunt and sliding up in the wet mess until his tip catches on your asshole.

“Javi please”

Javi smacks your cheek, making yo cry out as he grinds harder against your slit.

“I’m gonna give you what you want, baby, but you need to be patient.”

You whimper into the pillow and fist your hands into the blanket by your face. Your chest burns from your heavy pants as he slides his hot and heavy cock through your folds getting himself wet with your slick.

You gasp when finally feel him notch his thick head at your dripping entrance. He sinks into you in one languid stroke, filling you up to the brim without letting you adjust to his size.

You both moan loudly together not worried about anyone hearing anymore. He starts with a slow pace, pulling out until just his tip is inside before pushing back in until he’s bumping against your cervix. Your eyes roll back into your skull, loud moans pouring out of you as Javi fills you. You can barely breathe, Javi punching the breath out of lungs every time he thrusts inside of you.

You feel his fingertips dig into your skin as he grips your hips and he holds you in place, exactly where he wants before he’s snapping his hips, fucking into you at a brutal pace.

You howl into the pillow as he slams into you. He’s so deep that you swear you can feel him in your throat. You can’t stop moaning, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as he continues to ruin you, not letting up on his pace for even a second. You try to scoot up the bed, try to create a bit of distance from him just so you can catch your breath. He does not take kindly to that.

He snakes one hand up your spine, grabs a fist full of hair and pulls, causing you to arch your back and push your hips further into his. Hot pain shoots through your scalp and down your spine, mixing deliciously with the pleasure that’s consuming you.

“Nuh-uh, baby. You asked for this so don’t fuckin run from it now” Javi growls through clenched teeth.

You cry out again, and Javi lets out a loud moan of his own from behind you when he feels your walls grip him so impossibly tight that he can’t move inside of you for a couple of seconds.

He suddenly lets go of your hair, instead opting to push your head against the pillow. He makes sure that you can still breathe but he holds you there, hand heavy on your head as he continues to pummel into you.

“Squeezing me so tight, baby. You like when I’m rough with you?”

He obviously doesn’t have to ask. He knows you like the back of his hand, can read your body like a books he’s read a thousand times before. He knows you fucking love it and even if he didn’t, the way your slick leaks out around him and drips onto the sheets below would be a good indicator.

Javi folds over you, moving his hand from your head so he can rest on his forearms, caging your body underneath his. His pace doesn’t falter, not even for a second.

“Tell me baby. Tell me who’s makin you feel this good” Javi growls in your ear.

His words, the feeling of his hot breath and the sound of his delicious gasps and grunts makes you whine loudly.

“Tell me right now, princesa. Or else I’ll fucking stop right now and leave you trembling here alone”

“Javi, fuck! Javi it’s you. You’re so fucking big, getting so deep. Feels so good, baby” you babble, every word you say punctuated by his hips snapping into you harshly.

Javi let’s out a groan of satisfaction.

“That’s right, baby. I’m the only one who can fuck you this good, only one who can properly stuff this needy fucking cunt”

You sob at his words, your cry morphing into a scream when he starts to thrust right into your g-spot. You see stars behind your eyelids, white hot waves of pleasure crashing down on you. Moan after moan tumbles out of lips as he holds the same position, fucking up into your spot over and over again.

“That your special spot, princesa? Am I gonna make you cum again ‘round my fat cock?”

All you can manage is another sob and a vigorous nod against the pillow. Javi’s pressing messy, open mouth kisses to your back and neck, licking, biting, and sucking wherever he pleases. The delectable combination of the scent of his cologne with the scent of the specific brand of cigarettes he always smokes, and whiskey he always drinks swirls around and fills your head while his heavy weight pressing on top of you is making you absolutely feral. The ball of pleasure of swelling in your abdomen, quickly getting tighter and tighter with Javi’s every thrust.

“Cum for me, baby. Can feel you squeezing and I wanna feel you soakin me again” Javi grunts.

He barely gets the last word out before your you’re flying off the edge again. You positively scream as your orgasm rips through you, pure electricity coursing through your veins making your whole body tremble violently underneath him.

He can’t keep himself together, not when you’re shaking and squeezing this hard and especially not when you’re gushing around around him, soaking his lower abdomen and the sheets below you with your release. He reaches his own release seconds after you. His thrusts get sloppy until his hips stall, his cock buried inside of you as deep as possible, unloading a massive load with a long strangled moan. He cums for what feels like forever, a string of curses and your name tumbling out his mouth until he collapses on top of you.

It takes a good while before both of you return to your bodies. You’re still shaking from the intensity of your earth shattering orgasm. Your whole body is so sensitive that Javi’s hot and breathy pants on your back feels like flames are licking your skin. Your chest and throat burn from your screams and raspy breaths and your walls are still contracting rhythmically around his softening cock.

“Fuckin hell, baby” Javi says with a breathless chuckle.

You can feel the vibrations of his chest on your back and it makes your eyes flutter shut as you sink deeper and deeper into pure bliss. He’s starts pressing warm, wet, open mouthed kisses to your back, shoulders, and neck again, his way of saying thank you and maybe even those three little words he still can’t say to you even after all this time.

Javi eventually slowly pulls out of you with a hiss and you shamelessly whimper at the loss of feeling of his cock splitting you in half. You immediately feel his cum trickling out of you but his fingers are just as quick, coming up to slide through your folds and gently push his release back inside of you with a low, almost possessive sounding groan.

You let out a soft cry, your whole body lurching as his fingers slides his fingers in and out of you’re sensitive hole for a few more seconds.

When he’s had his fill, he removes his fingers and presses a long, soft kiss to your hip before standing up.

You hear him walking to the bathroom and turn on the faucet and then he’s back to clean you up with a warm wet rag. Your limbs are jello as deep relaxation fills your body and your sleepiness starts to quickly creep back in. Javi’s laser-focused on being as gentle as possible as he cleans you up, relishing the sweet soft whimpers that you probably don’t even realize your making.

He presses as another kiss to your shoulder before he leaves again. This time he comes back with a glass of water, holding to straw to your lips. You glance up at him as you gulp the water down, his brows furrowed in concentration making sure you drink enough.

When your both satisfied, he sets the water down on the nightstand as you slip your eyes shut. You feel the bed dip as he climbs in next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, just like how you fell asleep. He makes sure that you’re not touching the wet spot of the bed before snuggling his face against your shoulder and shutting his eyes that have suddenly gotten very heavy.

Changing the sheets can wait until the morning he thinks to himself as he squeezes you just a bit tighter and quickly slips into deep, heavy sleep. You’re the best goddamn sleeping pill there is.

Thanks for reading :) This is my return to writing after 5 years and first time ever writing for Javi so lmk if you liked it! Maybe send me a request!

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Over And Done With

Pairings: Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: persistent but not dubcon or noncon. javi being a cocky rude asshole (you all know my Javi by now) smut 18+, oral (f receiving) fingering, unprotected sex, unsafe sex, sexism

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Javi is still my leading man guys... Enjoy this little piece of filth. Thank you for over 1k on my other two Javi oneshots, so grateful! Thanks to Lucy and Gi as always for thots with me ;)

Playlist: Dark But Just a Game - Lana Del Rey | Less I Know The Better - Tame Impala | Business - Catfish and the Bottlemen | Californication - Red Hot Chilli Peppers

You waited until the office was nearly empty. That wasn’t a deliberate choice, simply a consequence of how long it took you to pluck up the nerve to face Agent Peña and tell him that the meaningless sex you two had been having for the past few months was over.

You knocked on his door and he drawled to come in. 

You opened it and crossed the threshold to his office timidly. He was standing at a filing cabinet, rifling through papers, a tight white shirt stretching over his wide shoulders and strong biceps- Stop it. You tell yourself.  

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He says, his gaze rising to meet yours. You don’t miss the way his eyes trail up and down your body shamelessly, fixing for a second on the exposed skin of your thighs, and again on your chest. 

“We need to talk.” You say firmly.

He doesn’t even attempt to hide the insolent roll of his eyes. He loosens his tie and reaches for the cigarettes on his desk.

“Really?” He says, irritated. 

“This… Arrangement between us. It’s over.” 

“Wow.” He says, sarcastically. “And the hits just keep on coming today. What put that stupid thought in your head then, huh?” 

You narrow your eyes. Why does he always have to be such a dick. You ignore the question.

You make your way towards his desk and reach into your purse. You retrieve a set of handcuffs and clatter them onto the tabletop.

“You forgot these in my bedroom.” You say, feigning nonchalance.

“I didn’t forget them. They were there for safekeeping.” His smirk is growing with each comment he throws at you.

“Well, I won’t be needing them anymore.” 

He has a smug and infuriating expression. “No, keep ‘em. They’re a parting gift.”

“They aren’t yours to give. They’re the property of the US government.”

“Riiight.” He agrees, in a mocking tone.

You turn to leave and hear him sigh. “Thanks for stopping by, sweetheart. My place or yours tonight?” 

“Peña-" You huff in frustration, turning to face him. "Have you not listened to a word I said? We are done.” 

He takes a lazy draw of his cigarette, not wiping the taunting smirk off his face the entire time.

"No, we're not." He shoots back.

You sigh. "Why do you have to be so difficult? It's not a big deal, we don't even like each other, in fact, I barely tolerate you, so-"

He cuts you off "Then why do you keep coming back for more?"

You shake your head and turn away from him, not pleased with the direction of conversation, and desperate to get out before he can work his magic on you. But he stalks towards you, and though you had nearly reached the door he is spinning you round to face him and presses your back into it instead.

"I-"

"Shhh," He coos. "I know why. You crave me. Like an addict needs a hit, baby."

"No, I-"

"Yes. That's why you beg me for it. That's why you give yourself to me, any time, any place." His voice has dropped to a whisper and he is so close to you, his hot breath causes goosebumps to raise on the surface of your skin.

"You see how your body reacts to me?" He smirks, "I haven't even touched you, cariño."

"Just admit it." He urges you.

You somehow gather the resolve to shake your head, and a passing thought tells you that you should have attempted this in a more public place so he couldn't accost you like this and throw the whole conversation off track.

You reach out to push him away and create distance between you, trying to escape from the overwhelming cloud of his scent that envelopes you. Citrus, tobacco, sea salt, gunpowder.

"Please, Javi, no, I-"

He takes you by the wrist to stop you from pushing him, and his other hand lifts up your chin and forces you to look into his eyes. They are dark with lust and menace.

"Fine, baby, we can stop." He says, a sweet tone to his voice that you know is too good to be true. "On one condition."

"What?" You respond, somewhat breathlessly, still lost in the sensation of his heady presence.

"You let me slide my fingers up your skirt. If you're not dripping wet for me, I'll let you go."

You know that arousal has been growing between your legs ever since he invaded your personal space. It was an animalistic reaction, but one that betrayed your true feelings, leaving you vulnerable to the dominating Javi. Your thighs were clenched together in an attempt to relieve some of the tension, but it wasn't working.

"Don't be ridiculo-" You begin to protest.

"I'm not. Stop trying to deny your body what it wants. What you want. You want me."

When he slips a large palm between your thighs and begins to gently prise apart the tight grip you have them locked in, you know you are completely beat. One touch from him and you will fall to his mercy, desperately chasing the pleasure you know he is capable of giving you. And this reminds you exactly why it is so hard to ever break things off with Javi. He is utterly relentless, and there are no rules when he is in charge. He never gives you a fair chance.

A small moan escapes you, and he chuckles. You hate that in this game you are trapped in with him, you can never help yourself from showing your cards too early, always emboldening him further to take from you what he wants. And he is right, you do want it too, as destructive as it is to give yourself to someone like him, you can't deny the way he makes you feel, and you end up right back where you started every time you attempt to withdraw to a safe distance.

His fingers graze the hem of your panties, then, he must change his mind, withdrawing them. You whine, giving away more and more just how much you desire his touch. You are surprised when he is dropping to his knees in front of you.

"Jav-"

"Shh, baby." He says. He takes the fabric of your skirt and pushes it up your legs, slowly exposing your skin inch by inch until it is bunched around your hips and he is separated from your arousal by only your thin red lace panties.

"Who are you wearing these for if you weren't planning on being with me today?" He says, licking up your thighs and sucking lightly at certain spots.

You whine pathetically at the sensation and his lips tickle you as they curve into a smirk. He puts a hand between your legs and seperates them further, putting his head between your thighs and pressing his face into the fabric. He inhales deeply and groans, sending vibrations through you, making you throb with desire.

"I'm gonna taste how turned on you are for me." He whispers.

He hooks fingers into the waistband of your panties and drags them down your legs. The cold air hitting your hot, wet core makes you shiver. You step out of your underwear and he stuffs them into his pocket.

He returns to being nestled between your legs and places kisses to your inner thighs, making his way closer to the spot which needs his attention at a teasingly slow pace.

You manage to keep quiet and resist from begging him to hurry up.

Thankfully, he finally licks a wide stripe up your entire core. He literally moans gutturally as he does so. He sends your head into a spin every single time he eats you out like this, so enthusiastic and starving for you.

He alternates between licking up and down your folds and stopping to focus on your clit at the top, sucking gently, circling his tongue around it, constantly varying his pace so that every time you started to get used to the sensation, he would have you whining again by changing up the intensity. He then focusses on your tight entrance, inserting his tongue and then fucking you with it, licking up the arousal leaking from you.

Then, he grips your thigh, and swings your leg over his shoulder to improve his angle of access to you. This practically makes your knees buckle, and he has to hold you up with both hands as he continues to feast on you.

You start to feel your orgasm building and grip his hair, rolling your hips against his mouth to increase the pressure. He senses all of these changes in your movements and knows you are close, focussing his attention entirely on your clit in a steady rhythmic fashion that he knows will take you over the edge.

It doesn't take long before you are shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. But he doesn't stop, harshly warning you to quiet down because there are still people around the embassy and these sounds are only for him. He sucks on your clit gently until it is overstimulated and tears begin to form in your eyes.

Eventually, he pulls back, but you only get a moment of reprieve until he is jamming two fingers inside your cunt to replace his mouth. Your wetness makes it relatively easy to take but you still mewl at the sensation. He curls them and their length allows them to hit a spot deep inside you.

Everything about being intimate with Javi is levels of intensity far beyond what you can achieve alone, or that you ever have with previous lovers. He brings a whole new meaning to the idea of pleasure. You don't tell him this. His ego is big enough.

He brings a thumb to your clit and brushes it gently, continuing to torment you with his two fingers which entered you, scissored and curled, slipped back out of you, and thrusted back in. His pace was inconsistent, so you were left on the edge, never knowing what to expect. As he starts to rub your clit in circles, you notice how sensitive you are from your first orgasm.

"Javiiii-" You drag out the syllable as you whine loudly in pleasure.

"You're gonna cum again before I fuck you." He growls.

"No, no, please." You say, your legs shaking. He combats this by pinning your thighs to the wall with his free forearm, keeping you stuck there.

"It wasn't a question."

He kisses at your skin, wherever he can reach, as he continues to work you with his hand. He presses his lips to your hipbone, then trails down to the thickness of your upper thigh, his moustache tickling you as he travels downwards. Then, he sucks lightly, and you gasp. He nibbles and sucks harder, trying to leave marks. He has a somewhat possessive side to him, revelling in marking your body whether it be with hickeys or handprints. Not in places that others will see, just in private spots where he can admire them for himself.

You know he is trying extra hard to be generous just to remind you why you aren't going to cut him off. He is taking his time on you to prove to you all the reasons why you won't really stop seeing him. It is obvious that this is his ulterior motive, and yet it is working, you start to think you were too rash in your decision to end things.

His tongue flicks over the painful marks he has sucked and bitten into your inner thighs. It tickles and this adds to the once again growing sensation of an orgasm, one that you know is going to rip through you with even more ferocity than the first.

You are whining and moaning his name, panting as the tension inside you reaches a peak, ready to snap at any second and have you unravel all over him.

When it does happen, you think you go slightly dizzy. Your mouth falls open into a scream that never actually leaves your room. You are overwhelmed into silence, your body twitching. You curl your hands through his hair and try to pull him away from you, and he finally obliges.

He takes you by the hand and pulls you away from the door, locking it behind you and moves you both towards the desk. He sits you on top of it, on top of no doubt important government documents. He unexpectedly kisses you on the head, and even in your blissed out post-orgasm state, you note that this is the first time he has ever done this.

But the moment is over quickly, as he is soon spreading your legs again, unbuckling his belt and releasing his erection from his stupidly tight jeans. It doesn't matter how many times you sleep together, you never get used to the size of it every time you see it.

He unbuttons your blouse and slides it off your arms. He stares and takes you all in.

"All for me." He says, dipping his head to the curve of your cleavage and plastering kisses there, stroking his cock against your folds to gather lubrication. You moan at the feeling of it sliding through your sensitive parts, nudging your clit and making you hiss sharply. The next time he comes down to your entrance, he stills. He presses a hand onto your chest to lay you backwards onto the desk. Then he plunges inside you at full force and your back arches from the table top instantly.

You exclaim and he presses a hand to your mouth. The other is gripping one hip, pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust. He has chosen to start with an immediately punishing pace. You know that he is impatient now, having spent so much time on you, that he wont want to draw out his own pleasure, and will use your body now without mercy to reach his own release.

The desk screeches against the floor and some objects roll off the side. This doesn't so much as cause him to falter. He is hyper-focussed on the task at hand, his gaze fixed on watching himself slam in and out of you, only occasionally looking up at you to appreciate the look of pleasure on your face for a moment before looking back down at the place the two of you are connected.

He removes the hand from your mouth and takes it to the other hip, thrusts now impossibly forceful with him pulling your whole body weight against him with every single one.

You wrap your legs around his back and lock your ankles together, pushing him slightly deeper inside you and he grits his teeth. "Fuck, cariño. Tan apretada."

"So tight," He repeats, "You like it, huh?"

You can't respond, too consumed by pleasure. You nod pathetically and you can feel his smirk burning down on you, you know he is watching your face now, admiring the way he can make your expression twist, your mouth fall open, and your eyes squeeze shut.

The feeling is so intense that you are growing numb to it, he is rhythmically slamming against your deepest spots, causing you to whine and whimper, your limbs going slack.

He always becomes more vocal as he reaches his climax, and he does so now, You like my cock, huh? You come in here just to get fucked like this? I know you wanted it, sweetheart.

"You gonna take my cum inside you like a good girl?" He asks

You nod at the last one. "Please, Javi."

"You gonna beg for my cum?"

You whine, half in protest, half because he has somehow changed the angle to result in even more devastating thrusts.

"Do it." He demands.

You perform for him how he asks, using up what little concentration you have to plead in a sultry tone that he fill you up. That he make you his. That he remind you who you belong to.

Soon, he is grunting, profanity spilling from his lips as he tenses up inside you, filling you with hot spurts of his cum.

He stays inside you and leans down, kissing at your neck and chest. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and play with the soft curls at the back of his neck. The pair of you rarely indulge in a tender moment after sex. He seems so different today.

He does pull out after a few moments, and you pout at him, disappointed by the sensation and missing the feeling of him buried inside you. He smiles and runs a finger over your downturned lips. "Can't stay in there forever. You don't think I want to?"

He takes a few steps away from you, turning away from you to readjust himself. When he faces you again, leaning lazily against the wall, lighting a cigarette, watching you re-dress, his demeanour has completely changed back to usual. His cruel, taunting smirk has returned when you look up at him, straightening your skirt and readjusting it to where it should be just below your mid-thighs. He looks and notices one of the bruises he left just peeking out from under the hem.

You stare back but you don't have any words for him. He fills the silence, walking towards you.

"You see? We’re done when I say we are done, princesa. I'll see you later."

He pats your ass dismissively, sending you on your way, and you exit his office on weak legs. You should have known this would happen, you and Javi still aren’t over and done with yet.

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