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haikyuu boys as things ive seen/done as a HS volleyball player pt. 2:

nishinoya telling a coach a your mom joke and having to sit out the scrimmage as punishment.

tanaka running laps around the gym as a late warmup and running into the net bar. (at least its cushioned?)

kenma threatening to quit everytime he has to run a back row set.

kuroo always playing a different sport. balls on the ground? he's playing soccer. putting balls into the cart? he's shooting it like a basketball. the coaches are sick of him.

iwaizumi getting a set so bad, he catches the ball and throws it at his setter.

oikawa getting a pass so bad, he catches the ball and throws it at the passer.

osamu serving into the back wall everytime. everytime. there is a dent in the wall now.

suna connecting his phone to the bluetooth speakers in the gym and blasting whatever he wants during conditioning. and promptly getting in trouble...

(part one here)

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haikyuu boys as types of boyfriends.

sfw and nsfw headcanons

warnings: smut, explicit content

part 1

KOZUME KENMA - Gamer bf

This one is pretty obvious, I think.

Kenma stays awake most nights so he's super cranky in the early morning.

He's blunt and straightforward with his words. He doesn't like sugar coating anything. As your relationship progresses though, he does realize that sometimes a little white lie is probably the best option (he would rather shoot himself than ever again say that a dress makes you look fat)

When Kenma gets tired, he gets very candid.

I'm talking love declarations.

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?"

He mumbles a whole lot of nonsense in between such sweet sentiments though.

He is a very attentive bf. He picks up on little details very easily. And as laid back as he is, he has a special soft spot just for you.

This particular quality makes him great in bed.

Because Kenma is so good at reading cues, he knows exactly what buttons to push to bring you to the edge. And he makes it look effortless.

One major kink he has is having you blow him during a stream.

You will settle down under his desk between his legs before he starts, and he will have you down there for hours, licking and sucking until you've gone drowsy.

And when stream is over, he will finally pull you off, watching you breath deep, covered in sweat and cheeks flushed, precum and saliva dripping off your chin and down your neck.

You're a mess, and he loves it.

Best believe your reward will be mind blowing afterwards.

SAWAMURA DAICHI - Sweet Daddy Bf

"How was your day sweetheart?"

He's very gentle with you.

Has a killer smile.

He cooks for you when he can. He stops what he's doing if you want to talk to him about something.

Just being a perfect gentleman.

He is great at pushing you and encouraging you. He always wants you to try new things and make new experiences. He always has your best interests at heart.

He's very protective. And he does have a jealous streak.

He can tell when a guy is talking to you what his intentions are, and he doesn't like it when the guy's stare lingers too long. He knows how desirable you are, and he wants to keep that to himself.

And when it comes to the bedroom, hoo boy.

Massive, massive control kink. He's extremely dominant. He wants you to submit and he sure as hell will get it.

He loves titles. Sir, Daddy, whatever. He loves pushing you to the limit, encouraging you the whole way there.

"You can do it baby girl, I know you can give me one more."

Manhandles you like crazy. Definitely wants to leave marks.

The morning after? He is the sweetest, most attentive and gentle boyfriend again, as if he didn't wreck your shit the night before.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI - Tsundere bf

One thing we all know about Kiyoomi, he can get really mean.

And that doesn't exclude you.

As his gf though, you've gotten used to his jabs and know he doesn't really mean them. And if he does, he doesn't intend to hurt you with them.

And one thing is for certain, these little jabs are reserved for him only.

Because the second someone else teases you, he is not having it.

He knows he is intimidating, and he will use that to make anyone shut up.

He hates PDA. He doesn't want to do it and he doesn't like anyone else doing it.

Ask him to say 'I love you' and he will make the most constipated face known to mankind.

His love language is definitely acts of service. He will go above and beyond if it means it might make your day even slightly easier. Even if he will tell you how incompetent you are while he does it for you.

You think it's pretty cute actually.

In the bedroom though, all bets are off.

He loves degrading you, loves telling you how pathetic you look when you beg for his cock.

"You want it so bad, don't you? You little slut. You can't get enough."

He doesn't let up for one second. Sex with Sakusa is very intense.

The one time he doesn't hold back on the affection is during aftercare. He becomes gentle and giving, and will make sure that by the end you are so comfortable, that sleep comes natural.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI - Soft Dom bf

He's the perfect gentleman.

Always dressed immaculately, nicely done short fluffy hair, million dollar smile.

He plans great dates. He loves spoiling you every single time no matter how much you protest.

He loves music and making you cute playlists.

He gives great advice when you need it. He is more of a 'do it yourself' person, because he thinks it will help you grow. But he is there to encourage you every step of the way.

It's absolutely no surprise that he's a soft dom in bed.

He loves praising you. Loves telling you what a good job you're doing when you go down on him. Runs his hand through your hair and coos at you when you look up at him with teary eyes and his cock stuffed in your mouth.

He wants you to be good and listen to him, but secretly loves it when you're being a brat, because then he can put you in your place.

"Say please"

He's bigger on reward than the actual punishment, which includes so many orgasms and so much overstimulation that the reward starts to feel like the actual punishment.

(That's the whole point though, in his eyes)

SUNA RINTAROU - Skater Boy bf

I didn't know what else to name this lol

Very laid back. Looks like he doesn't give a shit.

He definitely gives a shit though.

He's very sarcastic and very witty. He will send you the most random, out of pocket text at 2 in the morning as if it's completely normal.

"Okay I'm going to sleep. Goodnight." Proceeds to send twenty Instagram reels bec he can't go to sleep without scrolling through his phone.

He def smokes weed.

He wants a lazy makeout session all the time. He loves making you sit on his lap, slowly going through every crevice of your mouth with his tongue while he gropes at your body.

Two things he loves in bed: eating you out and having you ride him.

He could stay between your legs for hours, just licking and sucking until your pussy is swollen and red, until you're shaking and crying and begging to cum.

This little shit loves edging. Loves to hear you begging. Loves it when you cry.

"Look at you. Big fat tears coming out your eyes. Oh you want this so bad, don't you?"

Loves the view when you ride him. Crosses his arms behind his head and watches with that steely narrow gaze as you unravel on top of him and use his dick to make yourself cum.

Let me know what you think!

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i think i my haikyuu phase might not be a phase

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calling us all out like this😭

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senpai 🌸

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coming back to tumblr after some time and seeing some of your moots being inactive for three years is so ... depressing ?

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^ㅁ^ things tokyo rev characters do in and out of relationships  ── toman edition!

some cute… some downright foul. 🍊

hakkai, who for the first few months of dating, has the two of you corresponding through letters.

mikey on the other hand, who’s suddenly inviting himself everywhere you go. going to the store to buy the most inane thing ever? not without him!

and while mikey’s absolutely shameless, chifuyu really just finds himself having business where ever you’re going. heading to the mall? great! chifuyu just needs to buy a new pair of uh… socks.

although draken has always been aware of his height advantage, he’s only now become aware of how satisfying it is that he’s taller than you, specifically. gets a kick out of having to lean down to kiss you.

mitsuya who’s suddenly doing everything one-handed. turns out it’s incredibly difficult to pin a thread through a needle, when his palm is pressed against yours, fingers interlocked.

often finding himself daydreaming during particularly dreadful toman meetings, sanzu’s mind always travels back to you in the end. he can’t help but wonder if you’re waiting up for him, sat in bed knowing he’ll come back to you, sneaking in the bedroom window in the dead of night.

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I love my children

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babygirl

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The third season of Tokyo Revengers got me in a chokehold

Please I can't

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Every friend group has… a continuation. 

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Every friend group has… Toman captains edition. 

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Hey! Is it ok if I ask for a part 2 of hazy confessions with Albedo(or Kaeya), Diluc, and Scara? I love your writing. Thank you and have a good day/night!

HAZY CONFESSIONS

you accidentally confess to the boys without even noticing. but oh boy, do they notice.

⌗ albedo, diluc and scaramouche x gn!reader (separate)

⌗ fluff, mentions of needles, sorta toxic relationship with scara.. i'm sorry i just can't see him be sweet. he still loves u

part 1 ( xiao, kazuha, childe )

— albedo

"hey! how's it going in here?" you smiled as you walked into albedos lab. he turned around holding two potions in his hand and gestured them to you as in to show what he's working on.

"what are those? they look cool." you trailed over to the male and tried to grab them but he quickly turned around leading you to grab onto his shoulders. you frowned, "why can't i touch them?" you whispered into his ear being close to him. his body tensed slightly, he was so thankful for not facing you because he could feel his face heat up red.

albedo cleared his throat and placed down the bottes. "they're not for playing around with." he walked away from you and went over to the sink to wash his hands. "jean had some fatui taken into the headquarters and she commissioned me to make two truth potions so we could get them to speak."

"oh... but what would some fatui know? i'm sure no harbinger is dumb enough to spill a secret to them." you snickered making your way to albedo by the sink. "hey, are you almost done here? i wanna take you out." you said moving your face in front of him.

he felt his heart speed up, take him out? you want to take him out? him? "take... me out?" he spoke quietly trying to think normally. "yeah! like we always do? can you remember or did all that chemical go into your brain?" you teased him, backing away over to the potions.

oh. that's what you meant, not— nevermind... "yeah sure. soon." he replied dryly. "i'm going to go for a walk, my head seems to be all over the place." albedo moved over to the exit of the lab. "i'll be back soon." he nodded to you.

after you waved him off you let out a breath of air you didn't even know you were holding in. you were trying to ask him out then but you pussed out thinking he'd reject you. lucky his mind looked all over the place for some reason so he didn't notice your stressed face.

turning around, you accidentally bumped the table causing the potions to smash on the table, the liquid spilling off and onto you. "shit, shit, shit. he's going to kill me." you spoke to yourself, swiftly looking around trying to find something to clean the mess up.

your eyes caught onto a bucket sitting under a table filled and covered with potions. you moved under the wooden object and grabbed the plastic bucket, sliding it out of under the desk. you got up and went back to the spill of potion you caused, swiping the liquid into the bucket.

not realising, you rubbed your mouth with your messy hand and licked your lip to get it off obliviously. you then wiped off any excess potion with a small towel you found laying on the ground. "he won't notice..." you mumbled, trying to ignore the shattered glass the liquid sat in on the table.

about to pour the stuff in the bucket into the sink, a sharp pain hit into your head. "fuck, what was that?" you spoke to yourself holding the top of your head. your brain felt like it was fuzzing hard until your entire body felt aware. you felt like you had just freshly woken up.

"i'm back." you heard from behind you. instantly your hands dropped from your head and you were met with a slightly frightened face. "albedo! i missed you." you smiled walking over to him.

"did you drink the potion?" he interrupted your positive mood. "no," you blurted out all too swiftly. "then why is the glass smashed and the liquid gone?" he moved over to the table with a frown.

"i accidentally smashed it but i don't remember drinking it?" you shrugged casually. "y/n this isn't a matter to just shrug over. you drank something when i said not to and now there's an untested chemical inside your body." he heaved a heavy sigh.

"i didn't drink it." you frowned. albedos tense body dropped as he took a good look at you. you were right, i mean, you did drink a truth potion so you'll only be speaking of which is true. "okay." he spoke lightly. "i believe you."

your frown disappeared. "i'm glad because i hate when you're mad at me." you gave a small smile which he didn't return. "what? when am i ever mad at you." he turned around, picking up the shattered pieces of glass. "all the time! well maybe not always but--" you sighed, "you just always look uninterested in me or mad at me even if you're not."

albedo slowed down his movements and felt an ache in his heart. did he really act that way? maybe he did. he always tried to mask up his emotions with you so you couldn't see how he truly felt. he tried to speak but he just couldn't find the words. knowing he won't say anything, you continued in his silence. "it's just so frustrating because i love you and—"

SMASH.

you jolted and swiftly turned your attention to the sound. albedo had dropped the pieces of glass onto the floor along with his arms that sat on the sides of him. he swallowed and turned to you, "you what?" his voice almost came out in a whisper.

"i love you." you repeated confusingly. what is up with him right now? albedo walked over to you and inspected your face. "are you okay?..." you glared at him, "of course i'm okay. why would i not be?" you looked into his eyes, trying to figure what was wrong until it hit you.

you smirked. "its because i said i love you, isn't it?" you teased, moving closer to him. albedo didn't respond, he just looked away with the tips of his ears red. "i love you, albedo."

he huffed, trying to turn away more. there was no doubt that you did now, all thanks to the potion. though, should he really be frustrated? i mean, you returned his feelings and he's happy, he just can't think to vocal his words because he's scared to delve into this feeling.

when he turned back to you and looked into your eyes, his mind flickered back to the times you've been there for him, the times you’d waste your day to just sit with him while he worked, the times when you’d take klee for the day just so she wouldn’t interrupt his concentration, the times you’d risk yourself just for him to test something even after his refusals, and the times you’d pretend to be interested in his long monologues only just to hear him speak.

he could feel himself swoon over the memories. what was there to be scared of? your feelings were true and you take care of him tremendously. maybe this wouldn’t be all too bad. albedo gave a small smile and moved a step closer,

“i love you too.”

— diluc

"c'mon, we've got to get you home." he sighed, helping you walk out of the tavern with you using his shoulder as support. you had a tough day at work with the knights so you came to the tavern to relieve your stress. though maybe you relieved it a little too well with how light and swoony your body felt, hiccupping so often because of the alcohol.

you weren't heavily drunk, just drunk. but it did have an effect on you because to no surprise, you were a lightweight. diluc tried to stop you, but when you guilted him with your sob story about your day, he gave in. gave in throughout the immense teasing his brother presented him and the seductive eyebrow raises venti gave him while looking between diluc and you.

"i'm fine diluccc, honestly." you gave him a wonky smile that was supposedly meant to show your 'stability'. he gave a smile back, "so fine that you need my support to walk you home? because if you are i have work i need to go back to—"

"no! no, don't leave me here. i'm exhausted and there's creeps out and about that will try and take me if you aren't here to protect me. you wouldn't want that, huh?" you looked to him as you stumbled a bit on the ground, your legs struggling to stay up.

"honestly, i wouldn't mind." he gave a teasing look to your fake frown. "one less person off my list of, 'people i need out of my tavern forever'." diluc fixed your position and made you lean your weight more on him to support your strolling. "hey, why do you even need a list?" you rolled your eyes. "who needs a list when you can just kick them out right there and then."

"giving me ideas, huh? i like it when your drunk, you have no idea what you're saying." he chuckled as your brain tried to comprehend his words. "oh! so you're saying i should come to your tavern and get more drunk?" your eyes darkened as you smirked. his laugh dispersed and he pretended to let go of you making you yelp and glare at him. "get drunk again and i'll have one of those 'creeps' you say are on the streets come and escort you home instead."

"you wouldn't do that. you love me too much." you faked kissing noises to tease him as he flushed a little. "what an absurd accusation." he cleared his throat a little and let out a sigh. you hummed and looked away, your eyes taking in the front of your house. "well then, thank you for the escortation. if that's a word..." you mumbled the last bit.

"no problem," he smiled at you. "just don't get drunk again or i'll have to leave kaeya to look over the tavern again." his smile dropped as he remembered who he left in charge. you opened up the door to the front of your house and ushered him over to you. "need something else?" he asked.

you pulled him into a kiss, running your hands through his hair and trailing down his shirt. he froze into it but he automatically encased his arms around back. you moved away, going into your house. "goodnight diluc, i love you." you smiled and closed the door to your house, leaving a still man outside your door.

only when the lights inside your house turned off and the rest of the street lights surrounding him copied, did he come back to reality. did you just kiss him? tell him you love him? what the fuck just happened? did it really even happen?

he walked slowly back to the tavern with so many thoughts inside his mind. he couldn't describe what he was feeling at that moment. so many things flowing throughout his body, but the biggest emotion he was feeling right now was happiness. never in his life would he think you loved him.

when he walked into the tavern he was met with a drunken gaze from his one and only brother sitting on a stool at the bar. "well, hello brother." kaeya tilted his head as he rested his chin on his palm. "you look a little..." he gestured at diluc. "frazzled... have a good time with them, huh?"

the pyro holder just mumbled something under his breath and moved behind the counter. "your hairs undone." kaeya smirked pointing at the others hair. "is that any of your business?" he glared. "maybe so because i told them to do that." the knight replied shrugging.

diluc ignored him, cleaning the dirty glasses people had left on the counter and put them away. "you should be thanking me, you know?" kaeya spoke up. "i put pressure on them today at work and told them to have a few drinks here to rid of stress because i know you'd walk them home after."

that made diluc perk his head back around to his brother. "you made them drunk?" he gave a sharp glare as kaeya put his hands up in defence. "i didn't make them, i just offered an idea," he sighed getting off the stool and made his way to the exit. "an idea that obviously turned out great, i mean, look at you."

diluc pointed to the door right behind the cryo user and he just nodded. "yeah, yeah. i was going anyways brother." he pulled open the tavern door and stepped outside before he turned back around with another teasing smile. "you love themm..."

he gave a second glare towards kaeya. "yup, going before i get hurt!" the door to the tavern closed leaving diluc alone back with his thoughts. his brother wasn't wrong at all which frustrated him because now all that would come out of the knights mouth is teasing. not to mention the word would come around to venti and, oh god,

the struggles he goes through just to love you.

— scaramouche

working as a harbingers assistant is tiring, of course, anyone would know that. but you were fine with it. all you had to do was tend to their needs, be sent on errands all the time, having to stand next to your harbinger for hours while they get to sit down during meetings. yeah, it sounds tiring but you get used to it after a while.

when you first looked into employment for that job, all of that was on the list of things you needed to do and, it made it perfectly clear those were the only things you were allowed to do. so how come you were standing face to face in a battle stance with your boss?

"uhm, my lord i don't want to uh," you shifted a bit as his gaze was heavy stuck on you. "i don't want to pry into the details about my job but are you sure practicing your skills on me is one thing i have to do because—"

"are you questioning me?" his voice was stern as he straightened his position up and sent a straight glare into you. "no of course not i— it's just i'm very weak compared to you and a hit of your power could do some damage to me. have you thought of using a training dummy? or.. or something.." you could feel yourself lowering under his gaze.

"i wouldn't hurt you." scaramouche spoke, and you swore for a second you could see the way his eyes softened when he looked at you. "obviously speaking because you're my assistant. nothing else...." he trailed off. "i wouldn't want you dying on me." his look turned hard again.

"oh, then why do you have a sword? and why did you give me one too?" you questioned holding the sword up to have a good look at it. "well, i was going to practice my skills but i forgot it was you." he looked you up and down. "so, i'll do something else." a sadistic smile appeared on his face making you sweat. "uhm, something... something else?"

not even a second later the harbinger was in front of you, centimetres away from your face. he grabbed your arm and stared at you. "i'll be shooting a new skill i found i had into you. tell me how painful it is." your eyes widened as you tried to pull your arm away, but with his grip you couldn't "wait, wait, let's think this though! i thought you weren't going to hurt m—" your speech was cut off as you felt your body fill with electricity. it felt like it was travelling into your veins and dragging out all the energy you had while it zapped every part of you.

you fell flat onto scaramouche unconscious. he pulled your face in close to his and smiled. "well, looks like it worked. finally." he spoke as he pulled your body away with him into the headquarters. when he got inside the place he brought you to dottores lab. no, he was not allowed in there but how would he know? dottore was somewhere out in sumeru.

he laid your body down on the bed, taking a seat which was next to it. he pulled open draws that were behind him and started searching for something. his hands felt something familiar and when he pulled it out, he was met with a clear pink liquid in a syringe. scaramouche smiled as he placed the sharp end to your arm and injected the liquid.

the pink stuff was no aphrodisiac or an awful drug that will make him take advantage of you, it was just to ease the pain you felt in your body. of course it had a side effect of not feeling aware of what you're saying but he promises he's only giving you this to help you! he's totally ignoring the the side effect. totally.

he could see your twitching in your unconsciousness. looks like you were finally waking up. scaramouche got a cup of water for you, he may of caused this but he still loves cares for you after all. "mmh, my head." you flinched as you raised your body up to sit instead of lay.

you turned your body to the left of you and were met with a pair of indigo eyes. "oh thank god you're here." you smiled thankfully, "what's going on? why is my head pounding?"

"you don't remember?" he asked, trying to sound surprised even though he knew you wouldn't remember. "i made your head hurt." he shrugged and cross his arms as he sat on the chair. "what? why? did i do something wrong?" you frowned.

"no, i was just testing my skill on you but i guess your body wasn't strong enough to handle me." he faked a pity expression. "but its okay, i gave you some medicine and the pain should wear off soon. you just won't remember anything that's happening right now." scaramouche smiled.

"i knew you'd do this." you glared at him. "always using me to test your power or using me for something else which always injures my body. you're lucky i love you because if i didn't you would be ruined." your glare disappeared as you remembered your feelings for this awful man in front of you.

scaramouche was in no shock, he knew you loved him, it was obvious. anyone around you two could see the way you gawk over him and are always reluctant to go to many lengths just for him. he loves you too, but he'll never let you know or show his feelings. its too risky for him to put himself out there.

"how far would you go for me?" he questioned you, standing up off the chair and moved to stand next to you by the bed. "what?" you tried to comprehend his question. "are you deaf? i asked how far would you go for me." he bit his cheek to ease himself up.

"i'd go to any lengths. its a part of my contract with the fatui to do anything you ask." your words almost came out in confusion. doesn't he know this already? you thought. "no, i'm speaking about you. ignore the contract terms. how far would you go for me?" scaramouche asked again.

"i'd go any lengths for you. just ask and i'll do it because i love you." you spoke truthfully, face turning as serious as it could get while being drugged. he smiled and bent down to your level on bed. he caressed your cheeks, making you flustered. his gaze was soft and never once faltered. he pulled you in for a kiss. it was soft and he played with the hem of your shirt, trying to loosen you up. you melted into him, gripping onto his neck like he'd disappear if you held on too loosely.

when he pulled away you trailed after him as he gave a small smile. "good, that's good. as long as i can trust you i'll always keep you by my side. i love you." he moved back to his seat beside you. your eyes started to feel heavy all of a sudden, it was like you were just hit smack in the face with exhaustion.

your body fell back against the bed, it being weak from the need you had to sleep. "fall asleep, i'll be here when you wake up." scaramouches voice softened as you finally fell asleep. your breathing grew lighter and he almost found the sight calming.

it's a shame you wont remember anything though.

⌗ i hope u guys are enjoying sumeru! i got tighnari while trying to lose the 50/50 for a guaranteed scaramouche even though its not even confirmed if he'll come out. almost burst into tears. but hey, at least i have collei....

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omg congrats on 10.5k, thats frickin amazing!! ♡ if you feel like writing it,

🖋 + joel miller

"you couldn't love me if you tried. You couldn't love anything"

"that's not true"

hi Rhi! first, thank you so much. i stared at your prompt 'till the scene came to me, and i hope you like it. — main masterlist | 🏷️: established 'situationship', post-outbreak, insecure!Reader, angst, hurt/comfort, insecure!Joel, mentions of smut, adult themes so minors DNI, feelings confession. [WC: 2.1k]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ꒰ you call it madness ꒱

Joel had the power to awaken the most potent, brand-new things to your surface. Since he had arrived in Jackson with the bright kid trailing after him and his mountains of pent-up trauma, Joel lived under your skin.

At first, it was because of his cold, indifferent distance.

Then, when the first couple of months passed by and working side by side forced proximity on you two leading you to the realization that a lot of the gruffness and silence was just a facade, the issue became his nonchalant air of detached.

Everything you wanted was to have in him the same effect he had on you.

That tingle. That burn on your nape when the person enters the room. The hype-awareness of their every move. You wanted Joel attached to you, glued to your skin, and when you got it, he made you swallow all your need and desire down with the bitter pill of what having you Joel meant.

Having Joel came with the taste of cheap alcohol, the scent of burnt things, and that quivering darkness that seemed to follow him unless Ellie was around.

It came with his ghosts hanging off his back, and his mind stuck in a limbo that cemented in him the idea that his ghosts weighted more than they did.

It took him months to allow you into his life. Months of you trying to figure out why he pissed you off so much and why even though his monosyllabic bullshit made your skin itch, you still found a way to interact with him at every given opportunity.

When he started laughing at your jokes—no, when Joel started snickering under his breath whenever you made a sharp comment to a fellow worker, it became your addiction. The fact that you were not other people.

Not for him.

Wearing him down was supposed to be about getting him off of your mind, removing him from under your skin.

It ended up being your ticket into his home, his life, his bed.

Joel had this power of making you do things you had no clue you even knew how.

Things that the you from before — a someone who’d been deceased long ago — would gasp out loud at.

But fuck all of that. Fuck anything that strayed away from being the reason for Joel Miller laughing, or god forbid, making him and Ellie happy. 

You’d take it all to pay the price for that.

You’d accept his days of silence and his days of trying to make jokes, or teach you and Ellie how to play the guitar eve if you sucked at it and the girl had what seemed like a natural talent.

So what if Joel sometimes bled his darkness all over you?

You begged for it.

So what if he whispered the filthiest things in your ear as he took you wherever he wanted, however he wanted, claiming you over and over with fingerprints imprinted on your skin, beard burns leaving red trails from your face and neck all the way down to places other people would never get a chance to look at again, according to Joel himself?

Considering how welcoming you were to all of it, one would think you’d know your place. Or at least know better than to expect out of Joel Miller something he stopped believing he can give to anyone a long time ago.

Despite your best judgment, you did hope. You wished, and dreamt of it, and cried about it in silent tears on his damn pillow when he turned away from you to sleep sometimes.

It goes on until he catches up to all of it. 

Joel always catches up to things. Especially if that thing is related to you.

On a winter night, a whole year after he and Ellie have settled and officially made a home, you two are discussing things after dinner in his kitchen.

Ellie went to a friend’s house, leaving the both of you to your shitty pizzas and even shittier booze. Joel, propped against the sink with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair a messy mop of curls, looks pissed off at your comment that, “she gotta at least put the Miller stare away. Time it properly, if she wants to make more friends.”

It was supposed to be a joke. Something only you two would understand. Instead, Joel turns around with that pinch between his eyes.

“What’s that’s supposed to mean?”

You put the mug down, thrown back by his tone, making a noncommittal sound. He repeats his question, confirming you did hear what you thought, and it makes you snicker. “Joel. Would you like a goddamn mirror right now, handsome?”

The nickname does nothing to phase his look. “You sayin’ I’m a bad influence on her? That I’m the reason she ain’t got no other friends?’

“Woah, woah—take it many, many steps back, cowboy—”

“I ain’t laughin’. I don’t know why you are.”

“Because it’s ridiculous!” All your ironic humor is gone. Evaporated like water under the scolding sun. “D’you hear yourself? I said time it properly, Joel. I know exactly just how useful the grouchy look is, trust me.”

“I don’t tell her to do that shit. She’s always been like that.” He turns back around with that stiffness in his shoulders.

“I know.” You try calming yourself, your voice, your tone. Joel can be prickly, as can you. “It’s… her little way. It makes Ellie Ellie, and honestly, it’s what makes her stand out. Her personality’s one of a kind, that’s for sure, and I wouldn’t trade an inch of it for anything else, but she’s—impulsive. And while I love, all I’m sayin is—”

“Other people don’t,” he completes.

“Exactly.”

There was the noise of the final dishes being placed to dry, and Joel cleaning up his work.

“You love how impulsive she is?” Although Joel’s finished, he keeps his back to you. His tone is back to an amused one, for some reason.

“Sure I do.” You loved her since you two were out of town and got stuck in a blizzard together, and Ellie told you about her friend Riley. Loved, with every fiber in you. “It’s not useful, but it just means her fire’s alive. I like that. It’s better than the alternative. You know what happens when people’s fires die.”

At that, Joel finally turns around, drying his hands in his own clothes, fixing his dark eyes on you. “Yeah. I’ve got a mirror.”

God, you think. There he goes again.

You sigh, annoyed and angry, just like that. In a split second. Because of four little words. “If you’re gonna start talking shit about yourself—”

Joel cuts you with his laugh. “Sorry. ‘m sorry.” He steps closer to you, pulling the chair he was using during dinner closer until it’s glued on yours, and he sits. “Dunno why you hate it so much, but I’ve leared better. I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

Better than the alternative, you guessed. You hummed, not that over your sudden wave of anger.

The way he saw himself contrasted who he was so much that it pissed you off more than any Clicker ever could.

“Hey.” Joel brings up one hand to cup your cheek, and it soothes his cold hand over your jaw, landing on your nape. “‘s fine. I won’t be talkin’ about broken old me, ‘kay?”

Fire raged in your veins and his hand on your neck was the only anchor keeping your from storming off his house.

“It’s like you wanna piss me off sometimes.”

Joel has the audacity to laugh at you. “I just said I ain’t gonna say anythin’, woman.”

“You’re not broken,” you argue, serious and angry enough to get that insanely stupidly gorgeous and self-depracating smile out of his face.

“We’ll just agree to disagree here—”

“No, we fucking won’t. You’re not a thing, you can’t broken if you’re not a thing.”

“That’s funny, ‘cause I feel a lot of fuckin’ pieces missing.” Joel rarely speaks with that roughness directed towards you, but that’s better. Realer than the sardonic smile. He sighs deeply, his face relaxing a second after. Tired, he squeezes your neck. “Look—I made a stupid joke. I know you don’t like me talkin’ shit about myself for lord knows what reason, so I won’t—”

“‘Cause they’re not true.”

It surprises you both, you think. The crack in your voice. The shimmery wetness in your vision blurring the sight of a stunned Joel certainly surprises you. 

You swallow the knot in your throat, but it’s stuck there. You speak around it anyway. “It’s the same way you feel when they talk about ‘er, ok?” You sniffle, looking away from him to blink down the tears. “I fucking hate it.”

It’s how you feel when they shittalk Ellie.

The words hang in the air for a heavy second until you realize what you’ve laid on the table.

Joel loves Ellie. That much is known.

You love Ellie. That much was known, too.

When he speaks again, Joel is the one who sounds choked. "You couldn't love me if you tried. You couldn't love anything." It pulls your gaze back to him. “Not about me. Ain’t nothing about me worth lovin’.” He shakes his head, and his hand is gone from your neck, leaving only the cold ghost of it in the process. 

You couldn’t love me. 

It’s your turn to laugh.

"That's not true." 

He paused, and you saw his Addam's apple bobbing before he shakes his head, still in disbelief.

“You know what I did. More than anyone I’ve met before. You know there’s nothing here to love.”

“That’s your excuse?”

“It’s the fuckin’ truth,” Joel’s starting to sound on the verge of tears, and your eyes glue to his face.

“Joel, I don’t know what was misunderstood in my little nod and silence when you shared all those things about your past that night, but let me make something clear to you—I know the difference.” Joel’s frown between hsi brown deepens, but his eyes remain on yours. “You think I don’t? Don’t you ever condescend me to the point of thinking I don’t know the different between what’s rotten and what’s not in this world.”

Not saying ‘between what’s good and bad’ is a deliberate choice, and it keeps Joel’s attention hooked.

Somehow, you know this is your only chance, so you forego all thinking and just allow all your feelings for him to pour out of your pores and slip through your lips. 

“I heard all you told me and I don’t give a fuck about what you did when dissassociating out of your mind. What you did to survive, or what you did ‘cause you saw all the real rotten all around. When you say shit like ‘ain’t nothin’ about me worth living’ you put yourself in the same sack as people like that fucker David or other people who really are rotten. Who did and are horrible outta pleasure. Outta desire for it. And that is not you.”

If you could reach to him, this was when.

You lean forward, making the distance between you both smaller. 

This time, you cup his neck.

“And let me make this crystal clear ‘cause apparently it wasn’t. That last thing you did? To save her?” You breathe deeply. “If it was me in your place, I would’ve done the exact fucking same. A room full of wannabe scientists and a bunch of equipment from god knows when, swearing that killing the only person who’s apparently immue is gonna solve something?” You scoff. “Joel, I would’ve burned that building to the ground with everyone in it.”

"You…"

The words never come to him.

Instead, what comes forward is Joel.

Something in your speech breaks the dem that you had no idea existed, and Joel floods towards you.

Crashing his lips against yours, he devours.

His kiss demands a surrender because it delivers things he never gave you before. Joel holds onto your face like a lifeline, groaning against your mouth and lifting both of your bodies to press you closer to him, suddenly desperate. Suddenly devout, and it spills from his eyes.

When Joel pulls back to look at you, there’s a fright and a hope in them that makes you realize why he turned around. Why he kept his distance.

Joel thought you could never get him. Not truly, and not personally.

“You…” he whispers, lips still touching yours. His eyes are saying so much that words evaded him. “I…” Joel swallows so thickly that you hear it this time, and it draws a whimper from you.

“I know, Joel,” you whine, pulling him in for another kiss.I know you could. That maybe now you’ll allow yourself to, all your kisses say. I already do. I already do.

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in my hometown, part i | joel miller x f!reader

part ii 

pairing: neighbour!dbf!joel miller x fem!afab!reader (+ platonic!tommy and platonic!sarah)

summary: pre-outbreak/tlou. tomorrow you leave town for good. tonight, you cross the line with your neighbour, joel. set in 2002 bc it’s fun. slight canon divergence (sarah’s mom is vaguely in the picture later)

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count: 6.5k (hehe)

warnings etc: angst, some fluff, smut, alcohol use, dbf!joel, soft!joel, 10 year age gap (joel is 35 reader is 25), unprotected p in v sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), technically exhibitionism, mentions of divorce, reader’s mom is definitely verbally abusive. NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: here’s something a little different! i am getting to writing more javi soon, but this idea has been in my head for so long now, originally as a one-shot inspired by “’tis the damn season.” but i really wanted to establish reader and joel’s relationship a bit more first so here we are. part two is imminent bc it is basically already written!

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Partners

Summary: After a difficult 6-month partnership with Agent Peña, the tension unravels itself in an unexpected way.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, degradation, sexism, physical violence, rough unprotected sex, powerplay/ light dom/sub dynamics, male-receiving oral sex - rough. sir!kink, semi-public sex (private but in an office/public place), maybe more PLEASE read at own risk.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: You guys ATE up my mean!Javi last time and made it my most popular fic so far! (nearly 900 notes is absolutely crazy and also over 100 followers thank you so much). He is so much worse in this LOL

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“You don’t outrank me!” You yelled at Agent Peña, and the way his eyes darkened when you pointed this out honestly terrified you.

“Maybe not.” He says through gritted teeth. “But this is my fight.” 

You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s everybody’s fight. We are partners, Javier. Equal partners. Stop acting like you are the only person with a stake here!” You respond, exasperated. Since you joined the team in Colombia as Javier Peña’s partner 6 months ago, this must be an argument you have had over a dozen times. 

“If you had just obeyed orders they never would have gotten away!” He yelled, closing the distance between you in the already narrow corridor and stabbing a finger towards you accusatorially. “It’s your fault.” 

“Get it through your head! There is no “obeying your orders” Javi.” You say through gritted teeth, before your voice raises to a yell, “You are not my superior. Get used to it!” You are enraged by his constant disrespect. 

“Well I should be, though.” He seethes.

“What?” You snap.

“How many arrests do you have since you got here?” He challenged.

You scoffed and put a hand on his shoulder to push him out the way and rejoin your team, but he stood firm, not letting you past. 

“How many times have I saved your ass in the field? Have you ever done it in return?” He continues.

You exhale with exertion as you continue to try and pass him, but he is steadfast. 

“Answer me, hm? You really think you’re my equal in this job?” 

“I’m not doing this, Javi. I’m not in competition with you.”

“Right. Because you know yourself that you can’t be.” He sneered.

“Stop it.” You urge him, your frustration growing by the second. “I earned my right to be on this team the same way you did.” 

“Oh now that’s funny.” He scoffed, “I know who your father is. You don’t think him being head of internal affairs has anything to do with your appointment here?”

“How dare you.” You say, seething with anger at his insinuation. It's not like it isn't one you've heard behind your back, but it's the first time someone has thrown it in your face. “I didn’t even tell my father I was applying for this transfer. He has nothing to do with it.” 

“Ok.” He stares at you with a dark look in his eyes. “Then who did you fuck to get the job, then?” The way the word rolls of his tongue makes it sound more vulgar than you could imagine, and before you can take a moment to stop yourself, Javi gasps in shock as your right hand connects with his cheekbone with an amazing amount of power. You just slapped your partner.

“You fucking bitch.” He spits. 

For a second you honestly thought he was approaching you to hit you back, but even more strangely, he is connecting his lips to yours. To your own surprise, you are kissing him back. Roughly, and desperately, and it's as if all of your anger and disdain towards him has transformed into lust with the snap of a finger.

He was ripping at the buttons on your blouse as you fumbled with the straps and buckles on his tactical vest on instinct. Had this been it all along, and you had been totally blind to it? Was all the tension between the pair of you just sexual frustration this whole time, and once it was out your system your partnership could be amicable? 

Who knows. But at this point it was worth a shot. It couldn’t make your working relationship any worse, as there was no way further down from where it already was. 

He pushed you back against the wall where you hit your head roughly but neither of you acknowledged that. 

“You’re gonna forget I’m not your superior when you’re on your knees, calling me sir, and begging me to fuck you.” He hissed into your ear and you froze up under his touch. He noticed, and you felt his lips tug into his signature devilish smirk as he continued to kiss you harshly, dominating with his tongue, controlling the pace of it all.

With your shirt fully unbuttoned he began to make his way down your body, leaving your lips to attach his lips to your neck, collarbones, lower to the curve of cleavage peaking out over your bra. You cursed yourself for wearing a sensible one, not planning on having it on show, but Javi clearly didn’t seem to care, groping you harshly through the fabric cups before slipping a hand inside one and freeing your breast from the top. As your breast sprung out of the fabric, your nipple hardened in the cold air and he flicked his tongue across it, sucking lightly. You gasped and bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning at the sensation. You figured that adrenaline and sexual frustration were adding to why you felt so sensitive under Javi’s touch, or at least that’s what you would tell yourself to explain why he was having such a dramatic effect on you.

As you got his tactical vest unfastened, you pushed it off his shoulders and it fell to the floor with a loud clatter.

He hissed at you to be quiet and it snapped you back to the reality of the situation. What were you doing? Were you really about to hate-fuck your partner just a few yards away from your entire team and a considerably large section of the Colombian police force and army?

You must have pulled away from him subconsciously as these thoughts ran through your head because the kiss broke and Javier was looking at you, his eyes questioning you. You considered him for a moment, and noticed how his expression had softened from before. Somehow this made you give in to your desires once again and you were reaching out for him, clutching his broad shoulders and pulling him back towards you.

He smiled. This was all the permission he needed to have his way with you now. He had backed off and you had re-initiated.

Javier had known all along that his attraction to you would be a thorn in his side whilst working together. It made him question his own judgment, it made him hesitate. It numbed his instincts in the field.

This was the tension relief he had needed for the whole 6 months you had been here, tormenting him with your mere presence. Your shiny hair. Your delicious scent. The way sweat would bead in the valley between your collarbones, inviting him to lick and suck and taste every inch of you. Now he was finally getting his chance. And you wanted it too.

You, of course, were oblivious to his thoughts and distracted from your own by his lips which were attached to your neck, sucking and nibbling lightly, making you gasp, whilst you worked at the buckle on his belt and then unzipped his jeans. He had a stiff erection that somehow both thrilled and alarmed you due to its size.

At this point he made good on his earlier promise and shoved you roughly to your knees. You gratified his silent command, wrapping your lips around the head of his hard cock. You took him further into your mouth, ever so slowly, retaining eye contact with him as he slid along your tongue and into your throat at a torturous pace for him. When you pulled away just as slowly, slipping him back out your mouth and teasing the underside of his shaft with your tongue as he glided across it, his patience snapped. In a moment he was grabbing both your arms, hauling them up and pressing them against the wall, pushing you back into it until there was not an inch of space between you. You kept watching him, expectantly, and then you opened your mouth widely and let your tongue drop out just slightly. He groaned at the sight and slammed nearly his entire length into your mouth. His pace was aggressive and you felt tears welling in your eyes after just a few of this thrusts as he fucked your throat.

"We're done doing things your way, you understand?" He grunted.

You watch his expressions, unable to respond. A vein bulges in his neck and a few of his curls are beginning to plaster themselves to his forehead with sweat.

"I asked you a question, agent. Do you understand me?" He repeated, partly through gritted teeth as he concentrated on not completely losing himself in the sensation of you letting him fuck your throat so well.

With great difficulty, you nodded your head slightly and hummed a response. The vibration of the movement and the sound had him grunting again, faltering inside you for a moment.

You could feel spit dribbling down your chin, your neck. You knew you must look absolutely wrecked and once again you considered being caught in this compromising position with Javi. Only this time, the thought didn't fill you with anxiety. It sent a pulse straight to your dripping core. The fear was turning you on.

He pulled out with no warning and you felt yourself reaching out to take him in your mouth again almost involuntarily. He removed one of his hands from their grip on your wrists and held your hair, tugging you back away from him and holding your head firmly against the wall.

"What a greedy slut." He taunted, his eyes watching you practically penetratingly.

You whined and he smirked. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me." You say breathlessly.

"Oh I will, pretty girl." His thumb is tracing your lower lip and gathers some saliva still dripping from his rough treatment of your mouth. He spreads it around more down your chin.

"But you'll have to ask me nicely." His tone is menacing.

You shake your head at what he is asking for and he laughs, dropping your hands quickly and pulling back from you, beginning to tuck himself away and reaching for the zip on his jeans.

"No!" You protest. "No, I'm sorry. No, please."

He pauses, waiting for you to give him exactly what he wanted.

"Please, Javi, I want you to-" But this wasn't enough and he resumes his actions, slower this time but still continuing to adjust himself in his jeans and tidy himself up. You whine again in frustration. You are already begging more than you want to. But you understand that he isn't going to indulge you until you submit even further.

"Please, Sir."

He finally stops preparing to leave you there and you can see satisfaction written all over his expression. You had given in to what he wanted and you knew you would never live it down, but your desire overruled this logical thinking part of your brain.

"Please, what?" He says, already with his cock out again, stroking it slowly in front of your face.

"Please, Sir, I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me."

"Yeah, that's right." He growls, gripping your shoulders and dragging you back to your feet.

He rips your pants and underwear down your legs hastily, throwing them aside and lifting you up, wide palms spread under your thighs, strong arms hoisting you up to be in line with his hips.

He plunges his erection inside you with absolutely no preparation. It would have been more painful if you weren't so wet and turned on, ready for him to take from you what he wanted. A strangled sound escapes you, something desperate and shameless, between a moan and a cry.

"Be fucking quiet." He hisses.

He is bouncing you on his cock, your body dragging up and down the cold wall. Your hair is becoming more untamed by the second. He doesn't take his eyes off of you, never checking out and focussing on his own pleasure, rather constantly observing yours. The way you bit your lip and screwed up your face in pleasure and pain was driving him crazy.

"This why you've had such an attitude all along, needed me to put you in your place, huh?" He growls in your ear.

You have never liked this kind of talk. But now, with Javi, it is turning you on more than you have ever imagined.

You nod and he tuts at you.

"What do you say when I ask you something?"

"Y-yes, sir." You gasp.

His pace is punishing and the angle is allowing him to reach the deepest part of you, every single thrust was overwhelmingly powerful in its effect.

You braced yourself with your hands on his shoulders and found the confidence to roll your hips against him in the rhythm of his strokes, finding just the right way to stimulate your clit. Whimpers escaped your lips rapidly and he was no less vocal, grunting and panting into your ear.

You felt your orgasm approaching you quickly and began to clench around him as the knot built inside you.

"Oh, god, that's it." He praised. "That's my girl."

Whether it was his words or the sensation of his lips and moustache tickling your ear, you weren't sure, but suddenly you were coming undone around him. You lost your grip on his shoulders and slumped slightly but he tightened his hold on you and picked up his pace, desperate to earn his release whilst your walls were still clenching around him following your orgasm.

Barely a couple of strokes later and he was releasing inside you, guttural sounds escaping him. He stayed still for a couple of moments afterwards, panting while he caught his breath. Unexpectedly, he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.

He helps you down slowly onto your feet and laughs quietly when you stumble a little the first time he tries to let go of you. That's what snaps you out of your post-orgasm haze and you shoot him a glare as you hurriedly get dressed again.

With your back to him, you finish buttoning your shirt. "This changes nothing."

"We'll see." He challenges, taking his cigarettes from his jacket pocket and balancing one between his lips. You shake your head, one more icy look sent his way for good measure, and then you return to your department, trying not to think about all the ways in which this event could come back to bite you.

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A Night Out - Pedro Pascal x F Reader

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I am so feral I don't know where this piece came from but I hope you all enjoy it lmao

Warnings/Content: Explicit, Smut, Domination, Rough, Unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy y'all), Age gap, Alcohol

Summary: You attend an event with Pedro to celebrate TLOU. When a stranger gets too close Pedro feels the need to show you that you're his, and only his.

Word Count: 2.6 K

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The sun was beginning to fade, letting you know your time was running short. You groaned, hesitating to begin getting ready. Doing your hair and makeup took effort that you couldn’t work up at the moment, and you didn’t even want to go out in the first place.

Pedro just finished filming, meaning there were many events for him to attend - for promo as well as celebration. You wanted to be a supportive girlfriend by attending the events with him, but you weren’t the going out type. You enjoyed staying in, cozying up in your housecoat with a cup of tea, of course, while you created your own reality through your passion for writing. You enjoyed being a homebody and so did Pedro at times, but things were different tonight. 

You finally pushed through the lack of motivation and found yourself propped up in front of the large mirror that resided in your washroom. You started with your hair, slicking it back into a tight, low bun. You followed by applying some light makeup - just enough to flatter your natural beauty. The event you were attending was formal, so you figured it would be fun to wear some jewellery that you didn’t typically reach for on a regular day. You grabbed a pair of long, dangly earrings. The diamonds shined as they were met with the bright lights of the bathroom. You struggled with a dainty necklace, but after a few tries you were able to open the clasp making you able to place it around your neck.

You were face to face with yourself in the mirror, analysing every feature. You felt a rush of confidence pour over you, and suddenly you felt excited to attend the party. You shimmied on your dress of choice - a short, all black, off the shoulder dress that hugged your curves oh, so perfectly. You paired the dress with some short heels and made your way to the kitchen. You were eager to see Pedro, knowing how weak his knees would become the second he saw you.

This was one of the first events you were attending with him since you began seeing each other. You felt your nerves rattle inside of you as you opened your liquor cabinet - “A drink should help,” you muttered to yourself. You grabbed the clear, stubby bottle of patron from the highest shelf, perched on your tippy toes. “Perfect”. You popped the cork off of the bottle and poured a generous serving into a low glass. You grabbed a few ice cubes from the fridge and popped them in the glass to mingle with the liquor. You thought about drinking it on the rocks for a second, as your nerves were bouncing off the walls, but maybe a mixer was in your best favour instead. 

The first sip graciously coated your throat, instantly calming your nerves. You were caught off guard when there was a pattern of knocks placed on your front door. “Pedro”, you lovingly said. You quickly downed the rest of your drink, hoping you wouldn’t regret that choice later on. The moment finally came; your clammy palms quickly grabbed for the cold door handle. Your face immediately became flushed as Pedro stood before you - he looked dashing. An all black suit covered him, tight enough that you could see his toned body popping through the sleeves. You couldn’t deny you felt yourself becoming heated in your sweet spot.

“Mi amor, you look so gorgeous,” he said in a husky tone, snapping you out of your daze. You blushed, as he reached his arm around your waist pulling you in to meet his soft, tender lips. You were expecting a friendly peck, but Pedro intensified the kiss while pulling you as close as he could possibly get you - yearning for the two of you to become one. His hand travelled to your ass, viciously gripping it, transferring a moan from your mouth to his. He finally pulled back, showing a cheeky grin after seeing the shocked look plastered across your face when you realised the two of you were practically standing in the hallway - visible to any passing neighbours. 

“C’mon sugar, we’ve gotta get going… the party started 20 minutes ago,” he said while rubbing the back of his neck. You giggled, hastily grabbing your purse and locking your front door. 

… 

The uber pulled to the curb in front of a condominium in Manhattan. When you exited the car your eyes followed up the tall, glistening building that towered over the street. “Wow,” you shockingly expressed. Pedro chuckled, “Here we are!” He gently grabbed your hand and led you towards the entrance. The party was far more glamorous than you had imagined - it was located on the rooftop of a high-class building. As you peered over the edge your eyes were met with the majestic skyline of New York City. The view was hypnotising. You weren’t from NYC originally, as you grew up in a small rural town, making this the first time you’ve seen a view like this. 

The party was crowded, you recognized a few faces; those who were a part of TLOU and others who were simply there to celebrate their successful friends. The warm summer night was paired with a light breeze causing enough goosebumps for you to nuzzle into Pedro. Eventually you parted ways making a trip to the open bar, “Props to whoever made this happen,” you mumbled as you set yourself up on a padded bar stool. You ordered a paloma, nice and simple for a beautiful summer night. You glanced around the party watching passionate conversations filled with laughter. You didn’t enjoy going out often but you enjoyed people watching - it soothes your soul.

You decided to enjoy your drink alone at the bar to give Pedro some time to catch up with his castmates. You caught a glimpse of Pedro and he sent you a little wink, making your cheeks heat up. You loved that man, and you especially loved how he wasn’t embarrassed to be in public with you. The two of you had a significant age gap, nothing worrying, but you figured most people would be judgy. Pedro felt the need to be your protector - he loved keeping you safe. 

As you were finishing up your drink you hopped off the stool and ordered another, alongside a beer to bring to Pedro. An arm wrapped around your waist making you jolt, as you turned your head you expected to see Pedro’s face but instead you met a stranger’ face, “Um- Can I help you?” you said as you removed yourself from the man’s hold. “What’s a pretty little girl like you doing at a party like this? I don’t see your face on any billboards,” he slurred, pushing a cocktail your way. You could smell the copious amounts of liquor he had obviously consumed. “I am here with my boyfriend. I appreciate the gesture but, no thank you,” you signalled “no” with your hand.

The man continued blabbering his mouth off until you were pulled aside - this time you knew it was Pedro. “Hey buddy, how about you leave my girlfriend alone,” Pedro’s voice filled with aggression while he tightly gripped you. “You’re the boyfriend? Pfft, yeah okay big shot,” the man said as he rolled his eyes and turned away from the two of you. Pedro’s grasp was still tight on you as he turned to you. “You okay, sugar?” his hot breath cascading across your neck, his grip still tight around your upper arm. He slipped his other arm around your waist pulling you close to him once again. Your eyes lingered between his chocolate brown eyes and his plush, pink lips. His arm travelled from your upper arm to your neck, keeping a tight grip around you.

You felt an intense ache begin between your legs, your cunt beginning to drip - moistening your tiny little panties. He came close to you once again, “I need you now,” he demanded. He forcefully led you towards the bathrooms, your knees instantly weakening making you struggle to keep up with Pedro. Typically this would not be your cup of tea, but these washrooms were elegantly decorated - pristine.

As soon as the two of you entered the small room Pedro locked the door. He viciously pushed you against the wall and began using his hands to explore your body. You were holding back moans in fear of anyone hearing while they passed the bathroom, although the party was rather loud. His hot, chiselled body was pressed tight against you, leaving no space between your chests. His hands travelled from your sides down to the bottom hem of your dress where he began to teasingly grip it, “I’m gonna show you that you’re mine, and only mine tonight,” he instructed while grazing his teeth against your neck. You could tell the incident from earlier made a wave of jealousy wash over him and you weren’t mad about it - you loved this side of him.

Your hands trailed upwards to his brown curls, twirling and gripping them between your fingers. Pedro moaned into your neck, he loved when you played with his hair. He finally lifted your dress, exposing your bottom half which was only covered with a lacy g-string. He growled as he looked down, raising his hand to grip your throat - his grip was even tighter than before. You gasped for air as he ran his pointer finger over your clothed pussy, feeling the wetness that had already accumulated, “already?” he tsked, as he pushed your panties to the side. His finger gently traced your folds, teasing you every second. “My hands look so good around you, mi amor” he hissed into the air. 

You couldn’t contain yourself as he held you by your throat and toyed with your sweet spot. You were loving every second of him dominating you; you loved Pedro’s sweetness but his roughness was your favourite. You were shocked when Pedro ripped off your panties in one swift motion, leaving a somewhat burning feeling against your skin - you enjoyed it. “Did that hurt?” he genuinely asked, “No,” you moaned out. No matter how rough Pedro was with you he always checked in on you, he was so sweet.

As you grasped at his shoulders to help keep you stable he inserted one single finger inside of you, slowly teasing away causing you to ache even more for him. “Fuck”, you let out hoarsly. Pedro smirked, “Such a little slut,” he taunted before quickly adding another finger. You felt your knees buckle beneath you as you ran out of energy to keep yourself standing. Pedro removed his fingers causing you to let out a disappointed moan. He lowered himself and placed your right leg over his shoulder. Your breath hitched as he looked at you from below, gliding his lips across your dripping core. You squirmed, causing Pedro to grip at your hips forcefully making you stay still - or at least attempting to. 

His tongue began to lap away at your folds, teasing your aching bud every once and a while until he decided to move his focus there. Your eyes squeezed shut as he circled his tongue around your sensitive area, causing a knot to start forming deep within your lower stomach. Your hips began to jerk against Pedro’s face, longing for more friction as you chased your orgasm. Pedro quickened the pace of his tongue, driving you to an out of body experience as your muscles tensed and you reached your high. 

Your skin tingled as you attempted to catch your breath, but Pedro didn’t give you a chance as he stood up and stuck the two fingers that he pleased you with into your mouth, forcing you to indulge in the taste of yourself. “Good girl,” he said as he removed your fingers and licked them himself, “you taste so good,” he praised. “Up,” he demanded as he signalled for you to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist as he gripped your ass. He led you to the counter and placed himself in between your wet thighs. You wondered where your underwear were for a second before Pedro pulled them from his pocket, “Gotta keep you quiet for this,” he purred as he smirked at you. Suddenly Pedro placed your dainty panties within your mouth, “Holy shit,” you thought to yourself as you nearly melted into a pile of nothing.

Pedro unbuttoned his clothing above his waist leaving his soft tanned skin exposed. You ran your fingers from his pecks to his waistline, swiftly helping him remove his belt. He pulled his pants as well as his boxers down just enough to expose his aching cock. You spared no time and took him into your hands, slowly massaging him as his head tilted downwards. He let out an animalistic growl, removing your hands and giving himself a few pumps before he lined himself up with your soaking wet core. He slid the tip of his cock in between your folds a few times; moistening himself with your sweet liquids. His eyes met yours and he filled you in one easy motion. You bit down on your panties, gripping the sides of the counter you sat upon. Pedro was generous, giving a few slow thrusts before he hastily picked up the speed of his movements. He gripped your hips allowing him to have more control of how your bodies moved together. You looked down to watch his cock disappearing inside of you, causing your eyes to roll as he hit the perfect spot. 

The sounds of your bare skin making contact filled the room and you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. Pedro grasped the back of your head bringing his forehead to yours, not once breaking eye contact as he mercilessly pounded your pussy. “Come for me again, sugar,” he demanded. He gripped your ass and slightly lifted you off the counter, allowing him to pull your bottom half closer to him every time he thrusted into you. Your arms held yourself up on the counter as you felt the rush of warmth reach your lower stomach once again causing you to lose all composure. You reached your climax causing you to scream out, thankfully the panties muffled it - slightly. 

You attempted to collect yourself as you came down, feeling Pedro’s thrusts becoming sloppier. You bit your lip while you stared him down knowing your eyes made him crazy, “Fuck baby, I-I’m gonna fill you up,” he stuttered, struggling to get his words out as he too was quick to reaching his high. “Come for me, daddy,” you purred, causing Pedro to send you a devilish smirk before he was pushed over the edge, closing his eyes as he threw his head backwards.

He remained in you for a moment while the both of you caught your breath. You removed your panties, “Damn baby”, you exclaimed. Pedro giggled at your reaction. He pulled out of you, allowing you to hop off the counter so you could clean yourself up. He placed a kiss on your temple, while the two of you readjusted yourselves, trying to fix your hair and makeup so nothing looked too off. “You are so good, princesa,” he cooed to you as he pulled you into a loving embrace, “I’m so lucky you’re mine”. You tighten your arms around his waist, placing a kiss on his chest.

You patted down your dress and slightly fixed your hair as Pedro peeked his head out of the door to see if the coast was clear. “We’re good to go,” he reached for your hand - intertwining your fingers with his. The two of you made your way to the bar, most definitely needing some hydration after that.

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