#marcus pike x reader x max phillips
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Love Bites
Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!Reader (feat. Max Phillips!)
Rating: M (adult content, non-explicit smut, 18+)
Word Count: 9.7k
Warnings: Vampires! Blood drinking, talk of hunger (for blooooood) and killing (for bloooooood!). An art crime which is never actually solved, Soft Marcus, sarcastic asshole with a heart of gold Max. IDK if this is a threesome but it’s definitely threesome-adjacent, idiots in love, vampire venom causes euphoria and spontaneous orgasms because I said so, kissing, men kissing men, vampire bites, feeding, sharing blood through kissing,
Summary: You and your partner, Marcus Pike make a house call to the home of a wealthy art collector who just reported the theft of a two-million dollar glass, er, “sculpture.” At first, you can’t stand the smarmy Max Phillips, but when you find Marcus unconscious in the man’s living room, you find you have bigger problems than Max’s gross overuse of vampire puns…
A/N: I hallucinated this entire thing one night a few weeks ago instead of sleeping. Many, many thanks to @littlebirdsbookshelf for enduring and encouraging an endless line of screenshots of this fic and for helping with the moodboard!
Masterlist
As you read your newest assigned case file, your eyebrows feel as though they’re skyrocketing up into your hairline. You look up, shooting your partner a skeptical, unamused stare.
“Someone’s pulling your leg, Pike.”
Your partner playfully rolls his pretty brown eyes and flashes you that boyish smile that you lov–that you think is really nice, that’s all.
“You don’t think I had the presence of mind to fact check and verify this guy’s story? You wound me.”
“Who the hell spends that kind of money on this?”
Marcus shrugs. “It’s not uncommon for affluent art collectors to buy million-dollar pieces for their collections.”
“Yeah, but this?”
“Don’t tell me that you, of all people, are going to give me that old, tired dismissal of modern art simply because you don’t understand it.”
“This is a dildo,” you deadpan.
Marcus presses his lips together, nodding slowly. “...Some people have more money than sense.”
“Apparently.”
Your partner crosses over and picks up the file you’d dropped on your desk. “I spoke to the collector on the phone earlier,” he says as he scans the page. “Has a penthouse up in West End, told him we’d be up to do forensics this afternoon.”
“Yipee.”
“This is serious. It’s not every day that… ‘Arthur Feathermoore’s… Animals of Pleasure’… goes missing,” Marcus says, squinting down at the file as he reads the name of the sculpture.
You can’t help but snort at the title, and it causes your partner’s serious facade to dissolve into laughter himself, and the two of you giggling like rookies for a few moments before your eyes meet. Marcus’s face is the very picture of warmth, and as you often do, you feel as though you’re falling into his dark brown pools. The mirth is suddenly replaced by an uncomfortable silence that he breaks first, coughing awkwardly and looking back down at the case file in his hand.
“So anyways,” Marcus says brightly, “how about a little field trip up to West End?”
“You got it. I need to meet the idiot who spent a million dollars on a glass dildo.”
“Feathermoore’s Animals of Pleasure,” your partner corrects with a teasing smile.
“Quite the place,” Marcus comments as the two of you enter the ornate lobby of Maplebrook Heights, the building of luxury condominiums where your art collector lives on the top floor penthouse.
“I think it’s shit,” you say, eyeing the crystal chandelier hanging near the elevators. Something about the place makes you want to leave greasy handprints all over the spotless mirrors and stainless steel elevator doors.
You flash your badges to the lobby attendant, who picks up a phone receiver, listens for a couple minutes, nods, and sets it back down again.
“Mr. Phillips has been expecting you,” they say, leading you over to the elevators and pressing the top button without saying anything more.
When the doors open again, they reveal a man in a well-tailored suit with an overly-starched shirt and even starchier expression. The overall effect evokes a sort of statuesque rigidity–a man made out of stone. Suddenly, though, as if just noticing your appearance in the elevator, the man’s lips curl up into a smarmy, affectatious smile.
“You must be the feds,” he says in a buttery-smooth tone that you aren’t sure is real or as artificial as the rest of him seems to be.
“That’s us,” Marcus replies cheerfully, stepping forward and offering his hand. The man seems to pause, looking your partner up and down with his head cocked to the side before taking it and shaking it firmly.
Trying to be professional, you extend yours as well. Rather than give you the same firm handshake he offered Marcus, the man gently grasps your fingers and ducks his head as though he were about to kiss the back of your hand. Feeling off-balance, you give his hand an awkward squeeze and shake before stepping back quickly.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Phillips,” Marcus says, expertly disguising your discomfort, much to your relief.
“Max, please,” the man replies with an amused pout. “Come this way, I’m sure you’re both dying to see the scene of the crime.”
You shoot Marcus a look behind Max’s back, raising one eyebrow at his odd phrasing. Your partner shrugs gamefully before following the suited man through the double-doors to his penthouse.
As soon as you’re inside, your eyes widen at the décor. Every available inch of wall is covered in artwork from the Renaissance to the Modern, and you suppress the urge to gasp in amazement.
“Quite the collection,” Marcus comments.
“Mm, yes. You could say that I've spent generations acquiring it.”
“So art collecting runs in the family?”
“Of course.”
“This piece, er–Animals of Pleasure–was that an inherited piece, or…?”
Max grins widely, showing a row of alarmingly white teeth. “That one was a personal favorite–the sculptor is an acquaintance of mine.” He walks through the living room to an empty display case and regards it with a little frown. “Look at that. Like a wooden stake to the heart.”
“Apparently it was the personal favorite of someone else, too,” Marcus remarks.
“You’re a funny one, I like that,” Max drawls.
“In your report, you said you noticed it was gone on the morning of Sunday the 25th,” you interject. “What were the circumstances leading up to that discovery?”
“I had a… rather sizable party here the night before,” Max answers with a crooked smile. “I assume the culprit was one of my esteemed guests.”
“Got a guest list?” Marcus asks.
“Of course I do.” Max produces a paper from a nearby desk with an exaggerated flourish.
“Anyone on this list that might have shown particular interest in the piece?”
“They’re all a bunch of vampires,” Max scoffs dismissively, waving his hand. “I’m sure there are more than a few of them who’d love to sink their… teeth… into my collection.”
“Are you suggesting this theft was out of revenge?” you ask with a confused frown. “Did any guests have a personal vendetta against you?”
“Now, now, I’m practically the life of the party,” Max chuckles. “Most of the attendees and I go way back. There’s no bad blood between us; if anything, I’d say this is simply a distasteful prank.”
“You called the FBI for a prank?” you can’t help but ask.
“I like it,” Max says, putting on what’s clearly his best ‘sad puppy dog’ face with exaggeratedly upturned eyebrows and pouted lips. “It’s the crown jewel of my collection, and I want it back.”
“Of course,” Marcus reassures the other man. “We in the Art Crimes division treat art theft with the utmost importance it deserves.”
“Ah, yes, the FBI, always as serious as the grave.” Max says teasingly, giving Marcus a simpering smile. You don’t like the way he’s looking at your partner–sizing him up in the same way one would a conquest… or a meal.
“We’ve got what we need, Mr. Phillips,” you say brusquely, snapping your notebook shut a little more forcefully than necessary.
“Of course, of course,” the other man says dismissively, as if he couldn’t care less about the whole affair.
“We’ll keep you informed of any progress,” Marcus adds, smiling amicably. He always did do a better job than you of hiding his distaste for unpleasant characters.
“You should go use the little girl’s room before you leave,” Max suggests, again flashing you a row of perfectly white, straight teeth. “Long drive back to HQ.”
You’re just about to tell him where to shove that condescending suggestion, when you suddenly realize it’s a great idea. It is a long drive back, and you don’t remember needing to before, but for some reason as soon as the suggestion leaves his lips, you find yourself needing to find a bathroom sooner rather than later. You nod and excuse yourself, turning your back on the odd twinkle in Max’s eyes.
What a weirdo. You’ve worked with some characters before–and sometimes it seems the richer they are, the more eccentric and out of touch–but Max Phillips really takes the cake. The uncanny smile, the stupid puns, the uncomfortable innuendo that you never could figure out were intended for you or for Marcus…
You hope the case wraps up quickly, is the point. You finish washing your hands on a towel that feels as though it has a higher thread count than any set of sheets you’ve ever owned and hurry back to the sitting room where the two men are waiting for you.
When you get there, Marcus is lying on the floor, unmoving.
“Marcus!” you exclaim in alarm, pushing past Max–who is standing calmly as though nothing unusual has happened–and drop to your knees beside him. “What the hell happened?” you demand, staring up at the other man.
“Dunno. He just collapsed.”
You want to scream at him. How can you be so indifferent? A man just collapsed in your home. Before you can say anything, though, Marcus coughs.
You whirl back around, cataloging Marcus’s face frantically as he opens his eyes and blinks dazedly.
“What–Why am I on the floor?” he asks, staring up at you in utter confusion.
“You tell me,” you murmur, placing your hand on his clammy forehead. “I came back and you were on the ground. Mr. Phillips says you collapsed.”
Marcus sits up blearily. You watch as he frowns and shakily brings one hand to his neck, feeling it gingerly as though he’d been injured, although you don’t see anything to indicate it.
“Yeah,” he agrees breathlessly. “Yeah, just… collapsed. Uh–” He looks around the room with wary eyes.
“Can you get up?” you ask, standing yourself and extending your hand.
Marcus nods and allows you to pull him to his feet. Once standing, he sways and blinks rapidly, as if he were dizzy. When you place your hands on his shoulders to steady him, he giggles, like he suddenly finds the entire situation hilarious.
You don’t share his humor.
“C’mon,” you say, grabbing his wrist and trying to lead him away. You can’t explain why, but something in your lizard brain is telling you to get out of there as quickly as possible.
“Feel better soon,” Max offers lightly, smiling that unsettling smile again. “Drink plenty of fluids.”
You don’t bother answering.
Marcus continues to be unsteady on his feet, and you end up having to help him down the front steps of the building and into the passenger seat of the car.
“Hi!” he slurs enthusiastically when you enter and sit down in the driver’s seat. “Wow, I feel really funny.” You watch with growing concern as he holds up his hands and examines them as though he’d never seen them before.
You don’t know how to respond, so you busy yourself with adjusting the seat to your height, since Marcus had driven you there. Pressing and holding the button, the electric motor whines as you slowly slide upward, then a good deal forward.
Marcus giggles again. “You have short legs.”
“Astute observation,” you grumble as you turn the key into the ignition.
“Legs,” he repeats, and laughs again.
“Jesus,” you mutter. “Marcus… were you drugged? Did Max Phillips drug you?”
“No!” he protests. “I… I don’t think so?” he adds, sounding less sure.
“What happened when I was gone?” you asked. “Before you collapsed.”
Marcus shrugs exaggeratedly and makes a nonchalant ‘nnNNnn’ sound.
“You don’t remember?’
“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head. “Wait… he said… the–the guy?”
“Max?”
“Max! Yeah. He said uh…” Marcus giggles again. “He said… I was pretty? That’s weird. Is that weird?” he looks over at you, looking so concerned and worried that you almost laugh in spite of yourself.
“Little weird,” you agree.
“He said that I was pretty… and that it would be a shame to let that go to waste,” he adds, frowning down at his hands as he remembers.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I guess it means I’m pretty,” Marcus says matter-of-factly, sitting back in his seat and grinning for a few moments before suddenly sobering again. “I think he was… gonna hug me?”
“Hug you?” you ask, looking at your partner in confusion.
“Yeah, he… he was really close, and–” Marcus’s hand absentmindedly touches his neck again. “Nah. Never mind. I don’t think that’s right.”
“I think he gave you something,” you tell him, starting to feel more and more worried by the minute. “You aren’t acting like yourself.”
“Hey! You know what sounds really good?” Marcus suddenly asks, sounding excited. “Tomato juice. Except… not tomato juice. Something like tomato juice, but… different.”
“Like a bloody mary?” you ask skeptically, humoring him.
He purses his lips, as though thinking deeply about something.
“Yep,” he finally agrees. “That’s it. Bloody mary.”
“Great,” you say as you pull in front of Marcus’s building. “Tell you what, you go to bed and sleep off whatever the fuck this is, and I’ll buy you all the bloody marys you can drink.”
You help Marcus up the stairs (nearly an impossible task, because he keeps stopping and looking around him as though he’s never seen a stairwell with chipped paint and cracks in the walls before) and when you finally reach his apartment, you unceremoniously deposit him onto his bed.
He’s asleep the second his head hits the pillow.
You watch him snore for a couple of minutes, completely at a loss for what to do now. All you know is that you can’t leave him–not when you don’t know what’s wrong with him. And something is wrong. Every nerve in your body is in agreement there: Marcus is not okay.
You resist the urge to press your palm to his cheek and gently trace the line of his cheekbone. He’s asleep. He wouldn’t know.
No. Even now, you can’t bring yourself to give into that temptation. Even with as worried about him as you are, physical affection is still way off limits. You’d be showing too much of yourself.
Shaking the thought, you turn and walk from the room, quietly latching the door on your way out.
And you wait.
And wait.
And wait.
By the time Marcus’s bedroom door opens again, you’re nearly frantic with worry. Just the soft sound of the doorknob turning has you jumping to your feet and muting his TV. You watch as he stumbles out, one hand pressed to his forehead and the other steadying himself against the wall.
“How… How long did I sleep?” he asks, face a maelstrom of confusion.
You glance quickly at the clock. “Twenty-five hours.” And seventeen minutes. Not that you were counting.
“What? Jesus…” he mutters.
“How are you feeling?”
“Starving. Like I haven’t had a proper meal in years,” Marcus answers, moving past you into the kitchen, where he starts opening cabinet doors at random, pulling out food items, examining them with a frown, and discarding them on the counter.
“I could, uh, order something?” you suggest warily, watching him go about his task in a whirlwind of movement.
“That’s not necessary,” he answers absentmindedly, staring blankly at a can of pinto beans before putting it on the counter next to a jar of artichoke hearts.
“Well, I’m hungry,” you say, grabbing a takeout menu at random off of Marcus’s fridge with a little more irritation than is warranted. “Shit.” You hiss, jerking your hand back and watching as a sliver of red appears on your thumb, a little bead of blood welling up and threatening to spill out of the newly-created crack.
Before you can blink; before you can even react, before your brain even registers the movement, Marcus is there. With a low, desperate, almost animal sound, he grabs your injured hand and brings it to his mouth.
The taste of you seems to make him moan louder; he greedily licks and sucks at the wound as though he were parched and this small papercut his only oasis.
At the touch of his tongue, or maybe the feel of his saliva, a sudden, inexplicable wave of euphoria washes over you. You gasp softly, watching with open-mouthed shock as he licks and licks and licks until there’s nothing left.
Eventually, Marcus slowly–almost reluctantly–releases your hand and blinks rapidly as though he were waking from a deep sleep all over again.
Whatever spell that seemed to be holding you in place breaks; you jerk your hand back and stare at him in horrified confusion.
“Marcus… what the hell?!”
“S-Sorry,” he offers weakly.
“Have you lost your mind?” You can’t tell if your question is intended rhetorically or not.
“I… I don’t know,” he answers softly. “I don’t know.”
“That’s not a comforting answer,” you say dryly.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Marcus murmurs, quietly enough that you aren’t sure if he intended to speak the words out loud.
“Thinking about what?”
“How I want to– I want–” he begins, but whatever it is he wants, he never manages to say. Rather than finishing the sentence, his hand slowly comes up to–alarmingly–wrap around your neck, his thumb pressing directly on your pulse point. He’s too close; you can feel his rapid, heavy breathing against your face and all you can do is stare up at him, the silent question of what the fuck written in your eyes.
Suddenly, you’re being released and Marcus pushes you away, stepping back from you with an expression of abject horror all over his face.
“Leave,” he commands raggedly. “Please, you have to.”
You shake your head in protest, frowning. “Marcus, you’re not well–”
“LEAVE!” he roars, and you flinch as though he’d slapped you. In all your years as his partner, you’d never heard him yell. You take one more look at him–really looking, taking in his clenched fists, his heaving chest, and the odd, almost inhuman look in his eyes–and obey. Backing away slowly at first, and then increasingly quickly, you flee the kitchen.
Your hand is on his front door when you suddenly come to a halt. No. You can’t. You can’t leave him. You cast your eyes around until they fall on the door to the nearby guest bathroom. With a hissed curse under your breath, you open that door instead, slipping inside and locking it behind you.
For a few moments, all you can hear is the sound of your shaky breathing. Then, footsteps as Marcus approaches. They pause, as though he’s working out what happened. You jump, suppressing a shriek, when a loud thump resonates in the small room before you hear the unmistakable sound of someone sliding down the wall and onto the floor.
The heavy, defeated sigh is audible through the bathroom door.
“I told you to leave,” Marcus remarks sullenly.
“I left the kitchen,” you point out.
The answering silence lets you know what your partner thinks of that response.
“I’m scared,” he admits quietly. “Something’s… not right.”
“I’m here,” you tell him. “I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure it out, okay?”
Marcus is quiet for so long, you almost begin to wonder if he’d fallen back asleep.
“I can feel you,” he suddenly whispers. “There’s a door between us, but I can feel your pulse like it’s still under my thumb.”
“Wh-what?”
“I can sense it all. Your heartbeat. The blood rushing in your veins. It’s unbearable,” he chokes out, voice breaking on the last word as though he were at the end of his wits.
“I don’t understand what that means,” you admit. “And I’m not gonna lie, that’s freaking me out more than a little bit, but I meant what I said. I’m right here and I’m going to help you, okay?”
“Okay,” Marcus whispers shakily. “I… I appreciate that. You–it–means the world to me. You being here, I mean.”
“Marcus,” you say, your heart pounding even more than it had been, “I–”
Whatever you had planned on saying is interrupted by Marcus’s cell phone.
“It’s Max Phillips,” your partner announces, somehow, after everything, jumping into work mode. “I’ll put it on speaker. This is Pike,” he answers.
“Hey, buddy!” Max’s voice is so cheerful compared to the tense situation you find yourselves in that it feels jarring and almost makes you physically recoil. “How ya feeling?”
“You,” Marcus hisses accusingly. “You did something to me.”
“Oh, that,” Max says dismissively. “I couldn’t help it.”
“Help what,” your partner growls.
“You haven’t figured it out yet?” Max laughs.
“Stop playing stupid and help us!” you shriek through the bathroom door, completely out of patience and good manners.
You’re greeted by crackling silence on the other end of the call. Then… “She’s… she’s still with you?” For the first time, the careless demeanor seems to have dropped. Max sounds… concerned.
“Not that it’s any of your goddamn business,” you snap, unable to stop the flood of anger now that you’ve released it, “but I was fucking worried about my partner after he left your house acting drugged–”
“Where are you?” Max interrupts. “I’ll come to you. Bring supplies. But she needs to leave. Now.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” you shoot back belligerently.
“Your funeral,” Max says, adopting the aloof nonchalance once more. To Marcus, he says, “Text me your address.” Then the line goes dead.
“Are you going to tell him where you live?” you ask skeptically.
“I don’t think I have a choice,” Marcus says quietly. “I don’t know what’s going on with me, but it’s clear that Max does. And if he knows, then maybe he can… stop it, somehow.”
“What did he mean, ‘bring supplies’?” you ask.
“Dunno,” Marcus sighs. “Guess we’re gonna find out.”
You’re forced to listen to Max’s arrival through the safety of the bathroom door.
No sooner than he walks into the apartment, you hear him stop and–is he sniffing the air?
“She’s still here,” he accuses.
“‘She’ can hear you,” you snap.
“She’s in there?” Max asks, sounding indignant. “Behind that flimsy-ass door?”
“It’s not that flimsy…” Marcus begins, but Max cuts him off.
“Pal, I’ve seen newly-turned vampires claw through cinder block walls with their bare hands to get at a food source. You could have ripped that door from its hinges, but here you are–”
“I didn’t want to hurt her,” Marcus interrupts. “I couldn’t fathom it, I– Hang on, did you say ‘vampires’?”
“Yup. Like, y’know, Dracula and all that. Undead. Drinks blood. Vampire.”
“This was a mistake,” Marcus mutters. “You’re clearly insane, and I don’t have time to listen to the bullshit ramblings of a sociopath.”
“Oh, it’s bullshit now, is it?” Max says airily. “You’re going to sit there and tell me you haven’t been sitting there desperately trying to stop yourself from ripping your pretty partner’s delicate little throat wide open and gorging yourself until she’s a withered corpse?”
You can hear Marcus sputtering angrily… but he doesn’t deny Max’s accusation.
“Great. Now, we can continue arguing over semantics and nomenclature while you just get more and more hungry, or you can accept the truth and drink this.”
A zipper–on a backpack, you assume–unzips, and the faint sound of crinkling plastic reaches your ears.
“What the hell is that?” Marcus asks, voicing your question for you.
“B positive. I won’t lie to you, O-neg is where it’s at in terms of flavor and mouthfeel, but beggars can’t be choosers, pretty boy.”
“Are you giving him blood?” you shriek through the door, but no one answers you. Irate, you bang on the wood. “Hello!?”
“He’ll be right with you,” Max says in a sing-song voice. “He’s busy at the moment.”
“Marcus,” you say lowly, “please tell me you are not drinking blood right now.”
“Mmph–so good,” your partner groans through mouthfuls of… something.
“I’m coming out there,” you announce, jumping to your feet.
“Wait,” Max commands, an odd timbre to his voice, and you stop immediately, your hand hovering six inches from the doorknob. “Not until pretty boy here has another pint.”
“Marcus,” you say warily, pressing your palm against the door as if you could somehow feel him through it.
“I’m okay.” And strangely, Marcus’s voice is calmer, more… human… than it’s been since the moment he woke up from his day-long nap. You still don’t trust Max. But Marcus has been your partner for years. You’d trust him with your life–and you find yourself believing him when he says it’s okay.
“One more,” Max says. “O-positive from 2020. Practically a vintage at this point.”
You shudder, imagining your partner with red tinged lips, a trickle of blood running down his chin as he–
“How are you feeling now?” Max asks.
“Better,” Marcus answers. “Can… Can she come out? Is it safe? I won’t… I won’t hurt her?”
“Depends on the vamp,” Max says. “Most newborns I wouldn’t trust within fifty feet of a pulse, but you? You’re an odd one.”
“I’d never hurt her,” Marcus says again. “I’d rather die.”
Max lets out a loud, barking laugh, as if Marcus had just told the funniest joke he’d ever heard. “That might be easier said than done,” he chuckles. “But I get the sentiment. Come on out, doll.”
In any other situation, you might have scolded Max for even daring to call you ‘doll,’ but your body is thrumming with anticipation–and a little fear–to see Marcus again.
Carefully, slowly, you unlock the bathroom door and swing it open.
Your gaze–as it usually does–finds Marcus before anything else. He’s sitting on the floor opposite the bathroom, his long legs awkwardly bent in the narrow hallway, with two crumpled blood donation bags laying beside him. He’s staring back, his eyes swimming with apprehension and worry. The strange, animalistic glint you’d seen earlier is completely absent.
Still, you find yourself moving cautiously and deliberately, as though a sudden movement might break this tenuous moment of peace. You carefully sink to your knees, at his level, and extend your hand.
Marcus swallows thickly, watching you. For a few tense moments, he doesn’t move. Then, he shifts–and oh, how you hate yourself for flinching. You try to hide it, but you can tell by the hurt in his eyes that he definitely noticed. Never once taking his eyes off yours, he slowly reaches back until his fingertips are just barely brushing against yours.
You don’t miss how Marcus’s breath catches at your touch. His eyes slip closed for just a moment, and he lets out a shaky exhale.
“Hi,” you say quietly.
“Hey,” he whispers back.
“You scared me.”
“I know. I scared me, too.”
“Is this real?” you whisper, hardly daring to voice the question. “You’re really–?”
“I think I might be,” Marcus says softly. “It’s… it’s the only thing that makes any of this make sense.” He gestures at the two empty blood bags he’d been given by Max.
Max.
In a fury, you round on the other man, grabbing the collar of his stupid-expensive shirt and slamming him against the wall.
“What the shit–” Max exclaims in surprise.
“You did this,” you hiss, pressing against his throat. “You… you made him into this.”
“I couldn’t help it,” Max wheedles, putting his hands up in supplication. “I thought he’d make a really sexy vamp.”
“I’m gonna kill you,” you growl.
“I’d love to see you try,” the man drawls with a lazy smile.
“Hey.” Marcus says softly, putting a hand on your forearm and encouraging you to release Max. “What’s done is done. This isn’t going to help anyone.”
“It’ll help me,” you say dryly, still glaring at Max.
“I can see why you like her,” Max grins.
You shove harder, your other hand coming up to join the first as you take out your anger on the man’s dress shirt. “Here’s an idea. Stop talking about ‘her’ while she’s still in the room.”
Max suddenly sobers, sniffing the air again. “You were bleeding,” he says accusingly. “When?”
“What? No I wasn’t,” you protest. “Well, okay, I got a papercut, but it stopped bleeding ages ago, after–”
“After what,” Max prompts.
“He–” you begin weakly, your eyes flitting quickly to Marcus and then back to Max again.
Max moves you away from him as if you weighed nothing at all, before turning to Marcus with a look of utter disbelief. “You fed from her?”
“Uh… yeah, I guess I did,” Marcus answers slowly. “I… I didn’t really realize what I was doing, I–”
“Did you puncture her skin at all?” Max interrupts. “This is important.”
“No,” you answer for him. “He just… licked it clean, I guess?”
Max stares at Marcus skeptically, then turns to you. “He just licked it,” he repeats.
“And… sorta… sucked?” you add weakly.
“What’s the problem?” Marcus interjects.
“Newly-turned vampires aren’t exactly in control of their bodily functions,” Max explains. “A puncture might mean inadvertently injecting venom into your bloodstream.”
“Which means…?”
“Which means this would have turned into a two-for-one vamp special.”
“He can make me a vampire?”
“How do you think he became one in the first place?”
“I wouldn’t remind me of your role in this too much, if I were you,” you growl at Max.
“...Venom?” Marcus asks, interrupting your standoff.
“It’s got some interesting properties,” Max says with a grin. “Injecting it in its pure form will a vamp create, but the trace amounts in your saliva is what makes feeding fun.”
“Do you ever actually explain yourself?” you ask irritably.
“Let me put it this way. When pretty boy here licked that little papercut of yours, what did you feel?”
You think back to the moment–through the fear, through the unease, back to the sensation of Marcus’s lips and tongue on your skin. Finally.
“It felt… good,” you admit quietly.
“Just good?” Max asks, pouting his lip teasingly.
“Better than good,” you whisper. “It felt like… joy. Like everything was right with the world.”
You risk a glance at Marcus, who is staring at you open-mouthed with an inscrutable expression.
“That’s the venom,” Max says with a shrug. “Creates a feeling of euphoria in small doses. Can also cause spontaneous orgasm.”
Marcus makes a pained choking sound, and Max slaps him on the back. “That’s the fun part.”
“How the hell do you… feed… from someone without accidentally killing them?” Marcus asks.
“Carefully.”
“No shit.”
“I can show you if you want,” Max says lecherously, making a show of sweeping his gaze up and down your body in the most exaggerated way possible.
“I think the fuck not.”
Max guffaws loudly, slapping his knee. “I knew you'd be a good time.”
“He is not your good time,” you interject.
“At least let him speak for himself, princess! Nah, as… interesting… as that could be, I can tell when a guy's unavailable.”
“Oh,” you laugh awkwardly, shaking your head. “He's not–I mean, we're not–”
“We're partners,” Marcus adds helpfully.
“Oh yeah,” Max agrees condescendingly. “For sure. Just partners. Well anyway, apropos of nothing in particular, I wouldn't recommend feeding from anyone you particularly care about for quite some time. Not until you can control yourself.”
“Speaking of,” Marcus says, clearing his throat, “got any more of these?” He holds up one of the empty blood bags.
“No,” Max says indignantly. “I have got some backup supplies, but I wasn't exactly prepared for this situation.”
“What are you talking about? You turned him yourself.”
“No, this situation. The situation where you're here, with your pulse and rushing blood and warm flesh. Your presence would be fucking kryptonite for any new vamp,” Max hisses. “You're a neon sign of temptation. A little hen in a henhouse with a very hard-to-control fox. Had you not been here, two bags would have lasted until pretty boy here could arrange his own supply, but you complicate things.”
“Well, excuse me for making sure he was all right,” you say, placing your hand on Marcus’s arm in a way you hope is comforting.
Marcus murmurs your name softly, but urgently. “Can... Can you… back up? Just a little,” he asks, looking pained.
Eyes widening, you take several hasty steps backward.
“How long will it take you to get more?” you ask, not taking your eyes off of Marcus.
“Any amount of time is too long when you insist on staying here,” Max says.
“It worked out fine the last time,” you point out. “I'll just go back into the bathroom and lock the door again.”
Marcus shakes his head warily. “I–I don't know… Maybe you should leave.”
“Not a chance.”
“I don't want to hurt you,” Marcus says softly. “I don't even want the idea of it. Please. You don't know what you–”
“What I… what?”
“What you mean to me,” he confesses, and you could swear time stops. “I could never risk it. I can't… I can't bear the idea of losing you.”
“You won't,” you promise.
“I didn't want this,” he says bitterly, casting an agonized glance at Max, who, for once, has the decency to look regretful. “All I ever wanted was you.”
You feel as though you’d just had the wind knocked out of you, the words affect you so deeply. Resisting the urge to steady yourself on the wall, you fix Marcus with a stare that you hope conveys every single emotion you’ve ever felt for him.
“I'm staying here,” you say. “And that's final.”
Both men shake their heads at the same time.
“What if... what if he uses me?” you ask Max, ignoring Marcus's protest. “You said it's normal to uh… feed off of live humans.”
“I believe I also said it's something he shouldn't even begin to consider until he's out of the newborn phase,” Max says.
“What if he's careful?” you ask. “What if you help him?”
Marcus softly says your name in warning, but you don't back down.
“Whatever I mean to you,” you tell him earnestly, “you mean the same to me. The same and more, Marcus.”
Time seems to come to a standstill as his eyes widen with realization.
“You… You feel the same?” he asks breathlessly.
“For a long time now,” you find yourself admitting.
You watch as a slough of emotions flicker across Marcus’s face–yearning, longing, affection, and regret.
“I… I wish I had known,” he murmurs sorrowfully. “Before now. I’d… God, I’ve imagined this moment so many times, and in none of those times did I ever tell you to back away because I’m worried I’d just as soon kill you as kiss you.”
“I guess you owe me,” you tell him with a little chuckle. “When this is over. When you aren’t hungry anymore. You can drink from me without hurting me, I know it. And Max is here to stop you if you–”
“This is all very cute,” Max drawls, interrupting you, “but okay. Let's say he's careful. Let's say I stick around to help and intervene if he loses control. I want to make sure you understand that this is… intimate, you understand? Like, I'm all for a sexy romp, myself, but I don't know if I stressed the effects of the venom enough before.”
“You mean the uh–”
“Spontaneous orgasms,” Max finishes for you. “Yeah. Wasn't kidding about that.”
“So, what you're saying is–”
“Is that I'm usually all-in for a feeding orgy, but you two have something else going on entirely, and call me a romantic, but I'd rather not get between you.”
“So you do have a conscience,” Marcus deadpans.
“If you tell anyone, I'll deny it.”
Marcus takes a deep breath, and suddenly shudders. “Shit,” he mumbles to himself. “Shit, I feel–”
“Like you’ve been wandering a desert for days on end with no water? Yeah,” Max shrugs. “That wears off, or gets easier to manage, I dunno. But after a while it’ll start to feel more like normal hunger and less like a–” he trails off, waving his hands back and forth.
“Like an all-consuming fire threatening to stamp out every last shred of my humanity?” Marcus fills in wryly.
“Yup,” Max answers. “Something like that.”
“Does it hurt?” you ask softly, reaching out to touch him again.
This time, it’s Marcus’s turn to flinch. He pulls back, eyes widening in alarm and leaving you to wonder whether you really should be this close. But no, your desire to comfort the man you’ve been secretly harboring feelings for for years overrides your sense of personal safety.
Or any kind of sense, whatsoever.
So you persist, running your hand up and down his arm soothingly and watching his eyes flutter shut at the feel of your skin. The expression on his face–agony, yearning, desperation–causes an ache to sink like a stone in your chest.
“Yeah,” he answers with a rough, strained note to his voice. “Yeah, it hurts.”
You look to Max with pleading eyes. “Help him,” you demand. “Help us. It was you who got us into this situation, so if you have any sense of morality left in there, make it stop hurting.”
Max’s eyes flicker dangerously. “As long as you acknowledge what that entails,” he says quietly.
“Blood,” you deadpan (Marcus shudders pitifully again), “I assume.”
The other vampire rolls his eyes. “Sure, right. Fine,” he mutters, scooting closer to you and Marcus. “First lesson. You don’t bite here–” he carefully taps his index finger on your neck. “That’s either gonna get you another vampire, or a corpse. The, uh, thighs–” he clears his throat awkwardly– “are good places to feed, but you’ve gotta be careful about the femoral artery.”
Marcus lets out a pained sound and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes with gritted teeth, rocking slightly back and forth.
“Alright, that’s enough lessons,” Max says brightly. “Good place to start for a newbie is the wrist. So, uh, you’re just going to want to puncture the skin a teeny tiny bit, and drink from that. Less is more, waste not, et cetera, et cetera.”
No sooner than the words leave the other man’s lips, Marcus’s fingers curl around your wrist like a vice grip, and you gasp.
“Jesus, hang on a minute,” Max sighs. “New vamps, always so lacking in table manners. Listen to me–you’re gonna probably lose control and try to take more than what she can give, and I’m going to do everything in my power to restrain you and get her away. Up to and including violence.”
Just as Max’s words leave you wondering whether this is actually a terrible idea and you should have done what Marcus had asked in the beginning and simply left, Marcus’s eyes meet yours again, his expression surprisingly clear-headed.
“I won’t,” he says softly. “I said I’d never hurt you. That’s a promise.”
Solemnly, you nod. “I know,” you tell him. “It’s okay. I trust you.”
You slowly reach toward Marcus with your palm facing upward like an offering. You’re suddenly hyper aware of your heartbeat racing, thrumming loudly and quickly in your chest, and you somehow have the wherewithal to wonder whether Marcus will get more of you as a result.
Marcus cradles your forearm as though it were a precious gift. You can feel the trembling in his hands, see the quiver in his lower lip as he tries to keep all his emotions–the hunger, the fear, the worry–in check.
“Tiny bite,” Max reminds him in a low voice. “Just the tip.”
You shoot him a disparaging look, but when you see the ghost of a smile on Marcus’s face, you realize he successfully broke the tension.
Hesitantly, he lowers his mouth to the delicate skin of your wrist, and just as you’re wondering where the hell the vampire teeth are supposed to be, his face… changes. You do your best to hold in the gasp that threatens to escape; you don’t want to startle the man and risk him accidentally tearing your flesh. He’d put a stake through his heart himself, you muse. Wait–is that a superstition or a fact? You make it a point to ask Max later as you watch Marcus with curiosity. His face, it’s not ugly, exactly, but certainly monstrous. It’s grotesque in the same way the circus can be grotesque–in a way that fascinates you, thrills you, draws you in…
Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp as you feel his teeth sink into you.
The split-second of pain melts immediately to a wave of pleasure like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Every nerve ending seems to tingle, sending a frisson of electricity up and down your spine–again, and again, with every lick of Marcus’s tongue. It’s every good sensation you’ve ever felt condensed into one moment, and somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder if any human has ever become addicted to being vampire food. You wouldn’t blame them.
Soon, though, the fact that a vampire is drinking your blood completely fades, because all you feel is unadulterated euphoria. Euphoria… and Marcus. Now you’re consumed with one thought and one thought only: get closer to Marcus. You scramble into his lap without a second’s hesitation, not hearing the sudden sound of surprise that comes from Max.
Marcus, who had been single-mindedly consumed in his task, looks up in apparent awe as you straddle him. The hand not gently holding your wrist immediately winds around your waist and pulls you even closer. Now that your eyes are locked, you can’t look away. Those beautiful brown eyes that you know so well are flecked with an animalistic yellow-amber, his brow sharper and more pronounced in his monstrous form but still very much Marcus. He holds your gaze as he lathes his tongue across your skin over and over, each lick causing flames of ecstasy to course within you. You can’t look away–not even when he swallows gratefully with red-tinged lips and dives back in for more. You start to squirm in his lap, each little wave of euphoria–a side effect of his venom, you know, but it feels so real–causing warmth to build in your core. Marcus moans around your wrist when he feels you grind against his leg, and you start to whimper every time your clothed center meets the delicious resistance of his thigh muscle.
As your movements become more and more frenzied, so do Marcus’s; he licks and sucks at the little twin puncture wounds with a fervor that could only be described as carnal. Everything starts to pull up tight deep inside you, and you know, you know what’s about to happen–but suddenly, another arm is there pulling you back, away from Marcus, away from this beautiful pleasure unlike anything you’ve felt before and how dare they, you’re so close, you’re so close, soclosesoclosesoclose–
“That’s enough. Enough,” someone is saying behind you. “It’s time to stop.”
Marcus lifts his head, his lips still smeared with your blood and his eyes dazed and glassy. His face, although still contorted into this macabre new form, is open and unguarded as he tries to comprehend the source of the interruption. As Max pulls you away more forcefully, however, Marcus bares his teeth and hisses at the other man in what’s clearly a show of territoriality.
In a split-second, before you can even begin to worry about being in the middle of a fight between two vampires, Marcus regains his wide-eyed, earnest expression, and his exaggerated features seem to melt, giving way to the face you know so well.
“I’m fine,” he promises, chest heaving. “I’m okay. I’m done, I’ve stopped. Please, can–” he swallows, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “Can you come back? I just–I need–”
Before he can finish his sentence, you’re scrambling back into Marcus’s arms to kiss him with everything you’ve got. He opens to you immediately, his tongue darting out to explore your mouth, and you shudder when you taste the tang of iron. It should disturb you, you think to yourself. The blood, the fangs, the fact that he could kill you at any second. You should find his distorted face horrifying, but you can’t help but be mesmerized by his features in any form.
Marcus’s hands are everywhere–rubbing up and down your spine, gently palming your face, reverently stroking the skin of your wrist as if to apologize for taking what he so desperately needed from you. You sigh contentedly into his mouth as your hands explore him in kind–carding through the hair at the nape of his neck, pressing against the soft muscle of his chest, tenderly tracing the little crease in his brow in an unspoken promise of forgiveness.
You’ve imagined kissing this man so many times, and yet you now know you’ve never once come close to the reality of how it feels to have his lips against yours. It might be cliché, you might be projecting your own desires here, but everything about Marcus’s mouth simply fits, like a puzzle piece. Like recovering a long-lost part of you. Kissing him is coming home.
When Marcus pulls back, you follow him, causing a joyful smile to spread across his face as he whispers, “Are you okay?”
You smile back as you nod.
“Here.” Something orange is thrusted into your field of vision, and you look up to see Max standing awkwardly next to the two of you, still entwined on the floor against the wall of Marcus’s apartment.
You accept the fruit–because it is fruit–and start to messily peel it before popping a slice into your mouth.
“Do you feel dizzy at all? Lightheaded?” Max asks as he watches you chew.
You shake your head. “Nope. Nothing like that. Just… kinda tingly,” you giggle, glancing back at Marcus. “Not in a blood loss way, more like in a um, well. You know.”
Marcus grins and pulls you back down for another soft, chaste kiss.
Pulling back, you give Max a smug look. “Told you he wouldn’t hurt me.”
“I won’t lie, I’m pretty surprised,” the other man replies, frowning slightly. “You don’t have any frame of reference for this, so you’ll just have to take my word for it that this is not normal. New vampires cannot control themselves and kill any living thing they try to feed from. Every time.”
“How many of those new vampires were deeply in love with the person they tried it with?” Marcus asks, meeting your eyes with an ardent gaze.
“Of all the times I’ve dreamed of hearing that from you, I never imagined it would come out quite like that,” you say with a wry smile.
Max makes something like a strained choking noise in his throat, grimacing uncomfortably. “Well kids, this has been fun, but I’m gonna get out of here.”
He sticks out his hand and you accept it, letting him pull you up to standing. Once on your feet, all the blood seems to rush away from your head, and you sway slightly.
“She should lie down,” Max comments, watching you.
Marcus nods in agreement and wordlessly (and effortlessly) lifts you into his arms and moves in the direction of his bedroom.
“Does ‘she’ get a say in this?” you protest, although this time it’s somewhat more good-natured than before.
Your answer is another kiss from Marcus before he gently sets you down on the comforter.
Sitting here, on Marcus’s bed, with him hovering over you, opens up an entirely new set of opportunities. The look in Marcus’s eyes lets you know his thoughts are along the same lines, and when he inhales, his breath catches in his chest.
“I’d caution you against that,” Max says in his characteristic deadpan tone from the doorway. “Really easy to lose control in the heat of the moment, and he’s still hungry.”
“Are you?” you ask Marcus hesitantly, who shrugs and drops his gaze.
“Was trying to be polite about it.”
“I didn’t let him take much,” Max explains. “Far easier to rectify taking too little than too much.”
“Does that mean he could do it again?” you ask, the breathlessness in your voice giving you away immediately.
Marcus is, predictably, the one who quickly tries to shut that idea down, murmuring your name and shaking his head in concern.
“You don’t know how it felt,” you whisper. “I think I’d do it every day if I could.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Marcus answers for what feels like the hundredth time.
“You won’t,” you promise. “And besides, Max will be here just in case.”
The two of you turn to the other vampire, who’s leaning against the doorway with an exaggerated sulk. “Oh sure, let’s ask Max. I’m sure he won’t mind watching you feed in the throes of ecstasy… again. Max has no opinion, Max can manage his own hunger, it’s fine.”
“Done pouting?” Marcus asks pointedly. “I think I’m justified in saying that you fucking owe me one.”
Max glowers, but offers no further protest.
“Is this wrist sore?” Marcus asks you, running one fingertip across your skin. “Should I do the other one?”
You shake your head slowly. “I had somewhere else in mind.” Capturing Marcus’s hand, you guide it downward until it rests on your inner thigh. “Here,” you whisper.
Max makes another garbled noise, which Marcus deliberately ignores. Keeping his eyes fixed on your face, he carefully sinks down onto his knees before you. Carefully, so carefully he unbuttons your pants and draws them down your legs, leaving you in your underwear.
“Fuck, I can’t–” comes the sudden exclamation from the bedroom doorway. “If this is retribution, I guess I deserve it, but still.”
You turn your head to look at Max, who appears to be doubled over in pain, and something pangs in your chest. Marcus, who is still fixated on the crux of your thighs, ignores the interruption.
“Marcus,” you whisper, getting his attention.
“He’s fine,” the man murmurs, clearly distracted.
“He’s hungry,” Max groans pitifully. “I might not be a newborn anymore, but I have feelings.”
“He can wait,” Marcus growls. The words sound slightly slurred, and when you look down again, you can see his fangs already protruding.
Max makes another pathetic whimper as Marcus runs his nose along your upper thigh and inhales greedily. You stop him with a gentle hand carding through his hair.
“Maybe we are being cruel,” you say softly. “He’s been trying to help.”
“He’s not feeding from you,” Marcus insists darkly. The possessiveness seems to make his face transform even more–his brow thickening and his eyes flickering with an eerie yellow glint.
“She’s–she’s yours,” Max agrees weakly. “I know. Just—shit.”
Marcus pauses, his tongue darting out to touch the tip of one elongated canine as though testing their unfamiliar shape.
“Come here,” he commands.
Max frowns, hesitating.
“Before I change my mind.” Turning to you again, Marcus strokes the sensitive skin just below the seam of your underwear. “May I?”
“You might be the politest vampire I’ve ever known,” Max muses to himself as he walks toward the bed with cautious steps.
“Please,” you whisper.
Marcus runs his nose against your thigh again before he lowers his mouth. You feel the sharp sting of his fangs for only a second before a sudden wave of pleasure overtakes you.
Perhaps it’s the change in location–from your wrist to somewhere much more… intimate, but this time the sensation of his venom feels even stronger. So much so, in fact, that everything pulls up tight without warning and you come undone while Marcus’s fangs are still buried within you.
You shriek in surprise, bucking your hips instinctively, but Marcus follows, sealing his lips around your thigh and sucking. Each aftershock makes the wound feel like it’s pulsing, but all you can do is writhe on the bed and whimper as the vampire–the man you love–takes from you.
Suddenly, though, Marcus pulls back, pressing his hand against the twin puncture wounds, which are still bleeding openly. With his mouth clearly full, he fists Max’s shirt collar, pulling him in for a rough kiss. Max makes a shocked noise–you think you do, too–but quickly groans in pleasure as Marcus gives him your blood from his own mouth.
Over and over he repeats the action: gently licking and sucking your thigh as you gasp and squirm under the euphoric influence of his venom, then pulling back to give some to Max before swallowing it himself.
The constant waves of pleasure reach a peak several more times, although you can hardly keep track. The combination of the venom and the blood loss, perhaps, is making you woozy, and you’re already drifting in and out when Max gently tugs Marcus’s hair and draws him back. You hear him say, “That’s probably enough,” before you lose consciousness entirely.
Everything is peaceful. You don’t think you’ve ever slept this deeply or felt relaxation this profound. When your eyes open again some untold amount of time later, you do so with a lazy, serene smile.
You blink lazily, trying to gather your senses and focus on the scene in front of you. You can feel the rise and fall of a strong chest beneath you, comforting arms surrounding you as you lay on Marcus’s bed. You know without looking that it’s him that’s holding you, keeping you safe and protected with his body.
To your surprise, Max–you figured he’d be long gone by now–sits at the bedside, watching you with an unreadable expression.
“She’s awake,” he says to Marcus, who immediately loosens his hold and gently tilts your head back onto his shoulder to look at you.
“Hey,” he says softly, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone. “You scared me a little, there.”
“Told him it was normal,” Max says, with the air of someone who’s said the exact same sentence fifty times already, “and that she wasn’t in any danger.”
“Still,” Marcus fusses gently, scanning your face with a slightly furrowed brow.
“Here,” Max interjects, handing you a small bottle of gatorade and making sure your hands are wrapped around it before pulling back. “Drink this, and once you can sit up, you need to eat a little something.”
You accept the drink gratefully and take greedy sips until the bottle is empty. When it is, Max sets it back on the nightstand and hands you a couple of oreos pilfered from Marcus’s cabinets, and the rest of the orange from before.
“How are you feeling?” Marcus asks–still with a hint of concern in his voice–as you eat.
“Really good, actually,” you answer with a sigh. “That was–listen, not to be weird or anything, but that was… amazing.”
Marcus chuckles low in his chest as Max smirks next to you.
“Can’t say I minded that particular method of feeding,” the other vampire comments wryly. “Might almost be better than from the source.”
Marcus clears his throat awkwardly, and when you glance up at him again, his ears are tinged pink.
“I didn’t know that about you,” you say softly.
Marcus tries to shrug noncommittally, blushing deeper as he does. “I like to keep my private life private.”
“Fair enough.”
“Don’t mind sharing with the people I care about, though,” he adds.
“Awww, he cares about me!” Max simpers with a teasing pout.
“I hate you,” Marcus counters with no conviction or malice behind the words whatsoever.
“No you don’t.”
“I was talking about her, though.”
“And me!”
“Children,” you sigh, shaking your head in exasperation. “I hate to interrupt, but can I trouble one of you bloodsuckers for some juice or something?”
Marcus raises one eyebrow at Max, who salutes sarcastically and marches out of the room.
“I can’t tell if I like him or if I can’t stand him,” you murmur to Marcus when the two of you are alone.
“Makes two of us,” your partner hums, ducking down to kiss your temple.
“Really?” you ask incredulously. “Didn’t look like you minded so much before.”
Marcus huffs quietly. “It was the solution that came to me at the time.”
“Is that all it was?”
He lets out a slow, even breath as he tightens his hold on you. “No.”
“Wanna talk about it?” you ask, as Max comes back with a glass of juice and another handful of oreos.
“Maybe later,” Marcus answers, sounding a bit bashful.
“Vampires have super-hearing, you know that–right?” Max comments as he moves back toward the bed.
“Wh–what?” the other man chokes out nervously. “Really?”
“...No.” Max hands you the glass of juice with a deadpan stare.
You try and fail to contain your laughter, snorting as you cover your hand with your mouth to disguise the smile.
“But now I know you were talking about me,” Max purrs, leaning toward the two of you.
“No,” Marcus lies–unconvincingly.
“Pretty boy,” Max chastises with that same childish, teasing pout he’s done before. “I thought so highly of you–don’t tell me you’re in the middle of some silly gay panic right now.”
Marcus snorts. “We’re too old for that, don’t you think?”
“You tell me.” Max’s expression is guarded, but you can tell he’s very invested in the other man’s answer.
“Truth is, I’ve harbored feelings for this one for a long time,” Marcus says affectionately, looking down and brushing his hand up your forehead and over the top of your head. “A long time. And it feels disingenuous to even consider the idea of treading on that, somehow.”
“Right,” Max says, standing up stiffly and quickly. “I’m gonna–”
“Wait.”
The vampire pauses, eyeing the two of you warily.
“In a way, it was you who… brought us together, in a way,” Marcus continues. “In a weird fucking way, I’ll add, but I can’t deny that this day has been… beyond my wildest dreams. And–” he swallows thickly, licking his lips before continuing, “–you were a part of that, for better or for worse.”
You carefully sit up, extricating yourself from Marcus’s arms to lean up and kiss him on the cheek.
“I’m not used to this much attention,” he adds, laughing self-deprecatingly as he shakes his head in apparent bewilderment. “And now I’ve got the two of you looking at me like that, and I’m not sure what to do with myself.”
“Enjoy it,” you tell him with a soft smile. “I love you. Max likes you. Maybe that’s all we need to know right now.”
“He can speak for himself,” Max teases, parroting your earlier words.
You look at him. “Did you really turn him because you thought he was pretty?”
“Can you blame me?”
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Pedro Character Writer Blog Rec List
In no particular order here are some Pedro character writers + their masterlists. This is an ongoing list so it will be updated continuously
If there is no masterlist link it means I couldn't find it.
If you think an acct should be here plz let me know and ill add them!
@coulsons-fullmetal-cellist - masterlist (Dieter Bravo)
@chronically-ghosted - masterlist (Javier Pena, Dieter Bravo, Max Phillips, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Frankie Morales)
@grogusmum - masterlist (Pero Tovar, Javi G, Oberyn Martell, Ezra, Frankie Morales, Din Djarin)
@huffle-punk - masterlist
@beardedjoel - masterlist (Joel Miller)
@punkette1026 - masterlist (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike)
@thefrogdalorian - masterlist (Din Djarin)
@jobean12-blog - masterlist (Joel Miller)
@burntheedges - masterlist (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Din Djarin)
@theywhowriteandknowthings - masterlist (Javier Pena, Dieter Bravo, Frankie Morales), Joel Miller, Dave York, Din Djarin)
@covetyou - masterlist (Joel Miller, Dieter Bravo)
@janaispunk - masterlist (Joel Miller, Dave York, Javier Pena)
@gasolinerainbowpuddles - masterlist (Joel Miller)
@missredherring - masterlist (Agent Whiskey, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Eddie BTVS, Ezra, Frankie Morales, Joel Miller, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Maxwell Lord, Oberyn Martell, Tim Rockford)
@hyzer34 - masterlist (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales)
@beskarandblasters - masterlist (Din Djarin, Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Ezra, Dieter Bravo, Tim Rockford, Mr. Ben)
@studioghibelli - masterlist (Joel Miller)
@pimosworld - masterlist (Frankie Morales, Joel Miller, Dave York, Javier Pena)
@toomanystoriessolittletime - masterlist (Agent Whiskey, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Dave York, Frankie Morales, Max Phillips, Joel Miller, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Maxwell Lord, Oberyn Martell, Pero Tovar, Javi G, Javier Pena)
@magpiepills - masterlist (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Dieter Bravo, Javi Pena, Marcus Moreno, Ezra, Marcus Pike)
@lincolndjarin - masterlist (Din Djarin, Joel Miller, Agent Whiskey, Frankie Morales, Javier Pena, Ezra)
@thot-of-khonshu - masterlist (Frankie Morales)
@gg-pedro - masterlist
@punkshort - masterlist (Joel Miller)
@wheresarizona - masterlist (Javier Pena, Joel Miller, Dave York, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, Agent Whiskey, Javi G, Marcus Pike, Max Phillips, Oberyn Martell)
@joelalorian - masterlist (Joel Miller)
@iamasaddie - masterlist (Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Frankie Morales, Veracruz, Dave York, Oberyn Martell, Marcus Pike, Tim Rockford)
@auteurdelabre - masterlist (Joel Miller, Dieter Bravo, Javier Pena, Frankie Morales)
@undercoverpena - masterlist (Javier Pena, Frankie Morales, Joel Miller, Marcus Pike)
@fhatbhabie - masterlist (Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Frankie Morales, Dieter Bravo)
@sweetenerobert - masterlist (Joel Miller, Dave York, Dieter Bravo, Frankie Morales, Oberyn Martell)
@whxtedreams - masterlist (Joel Miller, Javier Pena)
@anabdaniels - masterlist (Agent Whiskey)
@psychedelic-ink - masterlist (Agent Whiskey, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Dave York, Frankie Morales, Max Phillips, Joel Miller, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Oberyn Martell, Pero Tovar, Javi G, Javier Pena, Ezra)
@hellishjoel - masterlist (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales)
@mypoisonedvine - masterlist (Javier Pena, Din Djarin, Joel Miller, Dieter Bravo, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike)
@flightlessangelwings - masterlist (Din Djarin, Veracruz, Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike, Pero Tovar, Marcus Moreno, Javi G, Ezra, Agent Whiskey, Max Lord)
@penvisions - masterlist (Din Djarin, Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Javier Pena)
@popcornforone - masterlist (Dave York, Javi Gutierrez, Din Djarin, Tim Rockford, Oberyn Martell, Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike, Max Phillips, Mr. Ben, Joel Miller, Marcus Moreno, Dieter Bravo, Max Lord)
@idolatrybarbie - masterlist (Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike, Dieter Bravo, Max Phillips)
@albertasunrise - masterlist (Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike, Ezra, Din Djarin)
@princessanglophile - masterlist (Oberyn Martell, Din Djarin,
@tightjeansjavi - masterlist (Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Dieter Bravo, Frankie Morales, Javi G)
@morallyinept - masterlist (Ezra, Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Javier Pena, Dave York, Agent Whiskey, Oberyn Martell, Dieter Bravo, Marcus Pike, Din Djarin, Max Phillips, Marcus Moreno)
@thelastofhyde - masterlist (Javier Pena, Joel Miller)
@honeyedmiller - masterlist (Din Djarin, Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Frankie Morales)
@welcometodrama - masterlist (Joel Miller)
@lumoverheaven - masterlist (Joel Miller)
@swiftispunk - masterlist (Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Ezra, Frankie Morales, Tim Rockford, Marcus Pike, Javi G)
@dilfspitdrinker - masterlist (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales)
@ghotifishreads - masterlist (Joel Miller, Dieter Bravo, Frankie Morales, Tim Rockford)
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Unhinged totally unasked for thots about Riding Pedro Boys
Authors Note: So this came from me chugging entirely too many energy drinks and then projectile vomiting in Taylors inbox. I'd like to warn you that: English isn't my first language, I have never written smut before, I'm not a real writer, and also I'm trash goblin levels of unhinged about this. That being said; Enjoy and uhh. Forgive me Fandom
JAVIER PEÑA
Javier Pena doesn't let you do it.
Don't @ me LISTEN! (YES I STARTED OFF WITH A CONTROVERSIAL THOT FUCKING BITE ME.)
That man does not have the time, or the patience, or the good sense (the sense is at the other end) to let you ride. He needs the control okay? And sometimes it's not even about the control ! It's the frustration. It piles and piles and piles until he snaps. He needs to do. He will bend you over and work his frustration away until he has had enough and you let him because he needs it. (And lets be real he makes it worth your while every single time)
BUT. When he finally fucking retires, and gets a ranch, and breaths air not tinged with the smells of death, cigarettes and guns for the first time in however many years, and maybe drinks some fucking water, he takes you out on a date. He fumbles through the entire thing, panics because he thinks he blew it, still manages to get you home, gets ridden for the first time in like 6 years, and can't walk straight for an entire day and stammers every time someone asks him why.
JAVIER GUTIERREZ
Javi G loves it. He loves watching you. Gets all puppy dog wide eyed (remember the pool scene face??? Thats it.) and you have to really focus because his look of straight up wonder and awe and bright eyed eagerness makes you want to cry. He's panting like he's running a marathon, running his big hands EVERYWHERE he can reach. He makes you feel worshipped and adored and so very very loved. Thanks you after. For being so amazing, and so wonderful to him, and thanks the universe that he found you. Cause he's sap. You definitely cry after.
JOEL MILLER
(Watch me be controversial again) Joel is fucking tired okay? He has old man bones and creaky joints and his back is achy. Patrol was agony, Jesse wouldn't shut up the entire time, and Tommy was giving him shit, and he has no energy to drill anyone into the mattress (as much as we all want him to). He's just plain tired. He likes you on top. Likes it slow (like a roast chicken on a sunday slow). Enjoys the gradual build up, likes to lean back, watch with half open eyes as you take your time. Wants to indulge in something beautiful at the end of the world, and that something is you. He makes sexy grunting noises, mutters a whole lot of praise ~and filth~ and just y'know. Savours it. 🫠🫠🫠 savours you. 🫠
DIETER BRAVO
Dieter is a maniac. (Leave him alone he has adhd!!) He can't still still for the life of him so you best believe he changes positions 6 times and the only way you're getting to ride is if you're also putting some weight elsewhere. To hold him down! You squeeze his neck once and he MELTS. INSTANTLY. Loses all sense. Starts babbling and whimpering and making extremely pathetic noises. Will definitely buck up and whine. PRAISES YOU. BEGGING. LOUD NOISES.
MAX PHILLIPS
Max is a heathen. He just likes watching you bounce. That's it. That's the post :p
MARCUS PIKE
Marcus P is a romantic. He will be doing the whole "lean forward and try to get kisses in between" while also "moaning and maintaining eye contact" and he's holding you so tight , squeezing your sides and also muttering declarations of love. About how he wants a life with you, and a family, and a home, and a future. How he's going to "make you so happy baby, I promise I will, I swear to you". Doesn't let you off for from on top of him for atleast a half hour after; kissing all over your face and rubbing your back and petting your hair "I meant all of it sweetheart. I want all of you." shsbzgwgsvsg ilovehimsomuch and I've only ever seen gifsets of this man what is wrong with me
MARCUS MORENO
Marcus M is A MENACE. He wears his stupid glasses, and has his stupid shirt off, while he does stupid taxes/meeting plans in bed. You keep throwing side glances and getting increasingly wound up and he just has this gentle smirk but he's mostly ignoring you. You sidle up to him and maybe start kissing his jaw, laying gentle pecks down his neck, and he's still fukcungh working "Baby. I need to finish this. I'm sorry, you need to wait." But that smirk is still there and it's driving you crazy and maybe you keep kissing until you reach his *coughs* and then you're working on getting him interested. You can still hear the fucking pen scratching though and so you go deeper, and he raises an eyebrow. "be good now honey" You're settling in his lap and he has you sitting there until he has finished his paperwork with you whimpering and trying not to squirm because you want to be good you really do and you know he'll make it so much better but he feels so good and when he's finally finally done you get to move but you're so wound up you can't pull yourself together enough to find a rhythm and you're nearly in tears and he has to grip your sides and murmur instructions in your ear and help you until you're satisfied and just when you think he's done, and about to flip you over, he adjusts his grip and starts moving from underneath you until you're crying and he's finished ~which doesnt happen until you've come 2 more times~
DAVE YORK
Dave. Oh my gosh Dave. Dave is a strict dom if ever there was one. With him it's a punishment. He'll tell you to hold off until he's done which is freaking impossible with how deep he gets, and how he likes to warm up his hands on your butt while you're trying desperately to hold onto that last thread of control. He is muttering absolute filth, holding your arms behind your back with one hand while the other is either laying smack after smack or rubbing you furiously all the while he's got the smuggest look. "Don't you dare baby. Be a good girl now. Listen and obey for once". But you can't because he's not fair and he knows it. And when you do finally fall apart he's clenching his teeth trying to hold back himself and his hands are holding you up as you gasp his name like it's the only word you know. He's running his hands down your back and kissing you softly and helping you catch your breath and when you finally get your heart to stop pounding and look up at him, he's watching you with this dangerously soft smile and he goes "oh you're in for it now aren't you honey?" and kisses your forehead while you try not to whimper.
FRANKIE MORALES
Frankie is a soft boy. He loves it. Craves it. He loves giving up control. Wants you to tie him up and have your way until he has no thoughts left in that pretty little head. He is swearing like an absolute sailor the entire time, calling you ma'am, begging to be released so he can kiss you and touch you, absolutely nearly breaks the head board once he was so desperate. Wants to be edged but also is the biggest WIMP about it. Will pout and swear and beg and plead but then want you to deny him again. Will definitely be mumbling absolute nonsense once you're done. Needs all the aftercare. Blushes pink when he gets it. Wraps himself around you like a HUGE koala bear after. ~and returns the edging favour 3 times over when he gets in his Captain Francisco Morales Mood~
JACK DANIELS
BONUS TWO I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT and tumblr won't let me put gifs for:
Jack makes every single cowboy joke known to man. You have to put your hand on his mouth to get him to shut the hell up. His eyes get all glassy when you do. He puts his hat on top of your head and busies himself in your neck (dual benefits: A. He shuts up and B. HICKIES) will definitely drag you on top of him in his Bronco (he likes to show off) will pull up on the side of the road almost 70% of the times you drive together. Bites you over your clothes. Loves the way you grab desperately at this leather jacket. Definitely makes you bend over and 'clean up the mess sugar' before driving like the hounds of hell are after him all the way back home and doing it all over again because "we gotta make you a mama now love"
PERO TOVAR
Pero got married after he came back and retired as a sell sword. His wife is a soft but sassy thing who's a little (read: not at all, she returns his snark twice over) intimidated by him but also thinks he's a good man because he saved her village from raiders. She has seen him grumble and snark at but then also share his food with the orphans who works at the village inn. She's inexperienced (let me live my victorian life) and he doesn't really think he deserves her but also he's not so much an idiot to say no to someone like her. She's the village "healer" and he met her when he got stabbed by one of the raiders (arm wound: not serious.) He has to teach her. She gets shy and flustered, which is a total 180 from her sassy self, and Pero loves it. She makes the most amazing sounds that have him thinking that maybe he did something right in his life to end up in her arms. She wants to please her new husband and asks her married friends for advice and they tell her about this new position. So she asks him, stuttering and tripping over words, if she could try something she heard about? From a friend? She straddles him and Pero loses his mind. He's closing his eyes and clenching his jaw so hard and she's whimpering in the most DELICIOUS way and he's trying so hard to hold back and let her take her pace and she's so worried "am I not doing it right?" Pero has to take 3 deep breaths before he's centred enough to answer and then he helps her. Puts his hands on her hips to guide her. Puts one of her hands on his shoulder "steady now pequenita" and puts the other low on her belly and presses in so she can feel him. Loves the way she cries out. Bends forward to leave little marks everywhere he can reach. She's scrambling at his chest, leaving nail marks he loves, and finally grabbing his hair and pulling until he groans. And when they're both done and sated and sweaty he kisses her, looks her in the eye and winks. "I'm going to have to go thank your friend now, mi esposa."
DIN DJARIN
Din and you dont have time. The razor crest is finally in hyperspace, you got shot at for the 50th time in 2 weeks, (because Murphys Law seems to be the only law Mando never breaks), you're exhausted, sweaty, and the giggly green monster of chaos only made you chase him down from the top of a weapons cabinet twice before he finally decided to take a nap. You're frustrated, and in desperate need of a shower, and a nap, but also you can't get the image of Mando fighting out of your head. Before you know it, the hormones have taken over and you're attacking him in the pilot seat. The bucket is off (I refuse to look at my own reflection in the tin cans helmet while we do the do), he's got you arching into him, your shirt is half torn from the top because Din refuses to wait for "so many fucking buttons Meshla" the gloved hand is squeezing the back of your neck, his mouth is on your chest, his other hand (you only managed to get one glove off) is splayed out on your back. You're riding him like you're trying to break him and his thigh holster? thing (do i look like i can figure out what they're called?) is digging marks into your skin but you're too turned on to care. It's frantic, it's messy, you're PRAYING the tiny green menace stays asleep as you do your best to muffle your sounds. The refresher isn't big enough for a round two, (you still do your best), and your legs feel like jelly, when you finally pass out; curled up on top of the human space heater while he hums Mando'a in your ear.
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TAGGING: @chronically-ghosted (you are a menace but ily)
@fuckyeahdindjarin (here I go trying that writing thing again, stop me pls)
#raven writes#i apologize for all of this#idk what came over me#i was possessed#and taylor refused to sedate me#javier pena x reader#dieter bravo x reader#javier gutierrez x reader#joel miller x reader#marcus moreno x reader#marcus pike x reader#dave york x reader#pero tovar x reader#din djarin x reader#max phillips x reader#frankie morales x reader#jack daniels x reader
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Every Pedro character and every single line they say.*
Exactly what it says on the tin! A list of every Pedro character and their full dialogue/lines. I'm putting this together, mostly as a writing source.
Sometimes, referring to an original character's dialogue can help when trying to write for them. For example, you can see patterns in their speech, words they favour to use over again etc... So, I hope this proves useful for anyone writing for Pedro's Characters. Or if you just want to simply read the dialogue for fun.
☝🏻This will be updated regularly, and when new characters are added to Pedro's portfolio of works.
*List does not include certain adverts, skits, voiceovers, guest appearances on shows/SNL, or table/script readings.
Please see below for all the Pedro characters in TV, podcasts and film. Translations included.
Enjoy! 🖤
Buy me a Ko-fi ☕️ If you like my work and enjoy what I put out there, you have the option of buying me a Ko-fi, if you'd like to. It's never expected, but always greatly appreciated. 🖤
In alphabetical order:
TV & FILM:
Billy - Iris
Clint - Freaky Tales
David - Window Shopping
David Portillo - Homeland ALL EPISODES
Dave York - The Equalizer 2
Dieter Bravo - The Bubble
Din Djarin - The Mandalorian ALL EPISODES & THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT EPISODES
Ed Indelicato, Detective - Wonder Woman UNAIRED
Eddie The Freshman - Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Ezra - Prospect
Francisco 'Catfish' Morales - Triple Frontier
Frederick Mercer - Charlie's Angels UNAIRED
Goth Guy - Earth vs. The Spider MINIMAL LINES
Greer, Special Agent - L&O SUV
Greg - Undressed
Gregor New - Good vs. Evil
Jack Daniels, Agent Whiskey - Kingsman: The Golden Circle
Jay Castillo - Red Widow ALL EPISODES
Javier Gutierrez - The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent
Javier Peña - Narcos ALL EPISODES
Joel Miller - The Last Of Us ALL EPISODES
Juan Badillo, Agent - Graceland ALL EPISODES
Kyle Hartley - CSI
Kyle Wilson - Without A Trace
Liam - Nikita
Lucien Flores - The Univited
Marcus Moreno - We Can Be Heroes
Marcus Pike - The Mentalist ALL EPISODES
Maxwell Lord - Wonder Woman 1984
Max Phillips - Bloodsucking Bastards
Nathan Landry - The Good Wife ALL EPISODES
Nico - House Comes With A Bird
Noah - I Am That Girl
Oberyn Martell - Game Of Thrones ALL EPISODES
Omar Assarian - Lights Out
Ortega, Special Agent - The Sixth Gun UNAIRED
Oscar Castro Varga - Exposed UNAIRED
Paul, Maître'D - The Adjustment Bureau MINIMAL LINES
Paulino - Sweet Little Lies
Pedro Across The Street - Calls
Pero Tovar - The Great Wall
Pietro Alvarez - If Beale Street Could Talk
Reggie Luckman - L&O Criminal Intent
Ricky Hauk - Touched By An Angel
Santos - Drive Away Dolls TBR
Shane 'Dio' Morrissey - NYPD Blue
Silva - Strange Way Of Life
Steve - Hermanas
The Thief - Casillero Del Diablo Wines ALL COMMERCIALS
Steve - Nurse Jackie
Ted Garcia - Eddington
Tim Rockford, Detective - Merge Mansion ALL COMMERCIALS
Tito Cabassa - L&O
Veracruz, Comandante - Burn Notice: The Fall Of Sam Axe
Zach Goffman - Body Of Proof
Zach Wellison - Brothers & Sisters
PODCASTS:
Dan Landry - Motherhacker
AWAITING CONFIRMATION OF ROLE:
Materialists - Character TBC
Gladiator 2 - Character TBC
☝🏻New characters will be added as and when new projects are released.
If I've missed any, or there is one you would specifically want to see, please let me know. 🖤
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Pedro Pascal Fandom Bingo Game! 💖
Happy birthday, Pedro! To celebrate, I thought we could all play a fun game of fandom bingo together. 😉🧡🎉 ETA: not just for today! Keep playing as long as you want/need! Bingo is open. ☺️
How to Play
Get bingo: complete and cross off 5 spaces in a row (horizontally, vertically, or diagonally). The middle space (Pedro) is a free space, but you don't have to go through the middle space to get bingo.
How to track it: create a single bingo post on your blog and update it as you go -- include your card with crossed off squares (save and edit the image below) and your list of fics read/reblogged, asks, rec lists, etc., all in one place to share with us! Tag: #PedroPascalFandomBingo
Announce your win: when you get bingo, tag me or send me a message (burntheedges) and I’ll share and add you to the bingo winners list under the cut with a link to your bingo post! First person to get bingo gets fandom bragging rights (and eternal glory) but everyone is a winner!
Get bingo as many times as you’d like! There’s no time limit. Whenever you get bingo I will add you and share your post! Read, comment, reblog, share, send asks! Let’s have some fun! 💖
Check out my bingo fic recs (send me recs! I'll reblog and share!) and our fandom bingo cards -- use the hashtag #PedroPascalFandomBingo or check the #PP bingo cards tag on my blog.
Bingo Winners 2024
First place goes to @sawymredfox!! Congrats, wym! | bingo card 🎉
@chiyo13 | bingo card 🎉
@covetyou | bingo card 🎉
@schnarfer | bingo card 🎉
@janaispunk | bingo card 🎉
@janaispunk | bingo card (again!) 🎉
@angelofsmalldeath-codeine | bingo card 🎉
@penvisions | bingo card 🎉
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@iamasaddie | bingo card (double!) 🎉
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Y'all, keep playing! Everyone wins. 💖
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❄️ PedroStories Secret Santa event 2023 ❄️
Thank you again for participating in PedroStories’ second Secret Santa event! We hope this event gave you some joy this holiday season! 💙
Special shoutout to our pinch hitters: @gasolinerainbowpuddles who jumped in later to help us out and @katiexpunk & @taro-666 for taking on two prompts! 🥰
Additional shoutout for Santa's little helpers who made sure this event stayed on track: @userdjarin, @wannab-urs, @chronically-ghosted, @oogaboogasphincter & @pedrorascal
You can find all the works published by the participants below the cut!
MASTERLIST
* - Mature/Explicit work
VISUAL ART
Joel Miller banners - from amongtlou to tempestuous-lush
Dieter Bravo fanart - from taro-666 to mysterious-moonstruck-musings
FANFICTION
Dieter Bravo
* Tear You Apart - from psychedelic-ink to dark-scape
* The Knight & His Queen - from mysterious-moonstruck-musings to booburry
Run Over By A Reindeer... - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn
A Thing for Angels - from miraclesabound to toxicanonymity
Din Djarin
* closure - from javier-pena to quinnnfabrgay-writes
to know the light - from burntheedges to lincolndjarin
* salt water - from 5oh5 to chronically-ghosted
Retrograde - from taro-666 to 5oh5
Ezra
* devour (the entire universe) - from frannyzooey to wannab-urs
* Floating in Space - from 0celesteisthebest0 to julesonrecord
the trembling willows - from sp00kymulderr to djarinmuse
Cross My Heart - from brandyllyn to oonajaeadira
Frankie Morales
Copilot - from frenchiereading to joelmillers-whore
* The Gift is You - from julesonrecord to the-blind-assassin-12
merry christmas, cariño - from joelsflannel to frenchiereading
A Little Christmas Magic - from the-blind-assassin-12 to something-tofightfor
* A love letter to Frankie - from fhatbhabie to prolix-yuy
* Gas, Grass or ASS - from katiexpunk to astroboots
* Routine - from endlessthxxghts to alwaysbethewest
Jack Daniels
* Under Your Skin - from wannab-urs to javier-pena
Stay Close to Me - from alwaysbethewest to iamskyereads
Snakebit - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn
Javier Peña
* Under Your Skin - from wannab-urs to javier-pena
* office party - from tieronecrush to flightlessangelwings
* Not So Secret Santa - from lincolndjarin to taro-666
* If We Make It Through December - from lucyeyelesbarrow to tieronecrush
Paperwork - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn
Mistletoes in the Moonlight - from 221bshrlocked to undercoverpena
Joel Miller
* it means something - from undercoverpena to joelsflannel
* Joel Miller fanfiction - from tempestuous-lush to sweetercalypso
i've got my love to keep me warm - from thetriumphantpanda to yeollie-plz
* Modern Day Hero - from flightlessangelwings to miraclesabound
* Snow and Mistletoe - from something-tofightfor to burntheedges
The Reason for the Season - from prolix-yuy to psychedelic-ink
Oh, the Wildflowers - from adora-but-ginger to amongtlou
Candlelight - from sweetercalypso to adora-but-ginger
a heart for melting - from joelscurls to thetriumphantpanda
Muffins and Jam - from noisynaia to katiexpunk
* freeze-thaw - from covetyou to oogaboogasphincter
Bookends - from djarinmuse to pascalispretty
Simply Having - from iamskyereads to talaok
* A gentleman - from talaok to lucyeyelesbarrow
* Joel Miller fanfiction - from booburry to fhatbhabie
A Very Miller Christmas - from yeollie-plz to joelscurls
* Nightmare Before Christmas - from katiexpunk to xdaddysprincessxx
* Love Shack - from pascalispretty to sp00kymulderr
* Visions of Sugar Plums - from dark-scape to covetyou
* twin peaks. - from toxicanonymity to endlessthxxghts
* Happily Ever After - from xdaddysprincessxx to frannyzooey
* Cinnamon and Sugar - from gasolinerainbowpuddles to thirtysevenodddogs
* a bowlful of joel-y - from oogaboogasphincter to lisadean
Marcus Moreno
Have Yourself a Moreno Little Christmas - from chronically-ghosted to noisynaia
Marcus Pike
* closure - from javier-pena to quinnnfabrgay-writes
* Procedures to Reach a Common Agreement - from thirtysevenodddogs to 221bshrlocked
Text Me Merry Christmas - from quinnnfabrgay-writes to 0celesteisthebest0
Max Phillips
I'll Leave a Light On For You - from oonajaeadira to artemiseamoon
Pero Tovar
* What the heart wants - from artemiseamoon to blueeyesatnight
* The Cross: The Spirit of the Season - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn
dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics 💙
due to the less than ideal tagging system of tumblr all the participants are tagged in the reblogs
#pedro pascal#christmas#masterlist#fanfiction#frankie morales#jack daniels#oberyn martell#dieter bravo#marcus pike#joel miller#joel miller x reader#din djarin#javier pena x reader#ezra#javier pena#marcus moreno#max phillips#pero tovar#pedrostoriesgift23#admin post
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Pedro Pascal Character Masterlists.
Din Djarin [AO3]
Dave York [AO3]
Joel Miller [AO3]
Frankie Morales (with a dash of Santi) [AO3]
Javier Peña [AO3]
Dieter Bravo [AO3]
Javi Gutierrez [AO3]
Oberyn Martell [AO3]
Max Philips [AO3]
Marcus Pike
Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) [AO3]
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#fanfic#joel miller#dave york#oberyn martell#din djarin#francisco catfish morales#javier peña#javi g#marcus pike#max phillips#pedro pascal character fanfic#fanfiction#pedro pascal masterlist#masterlist#theywhowriteandknowthings masterlist#the mandalorian#oscar isaac#oscar isaac characters#reader insert#x reader#joel x reader#character x reader
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PLEASE HELP! Can you help me find the full video to this gif? Or wherever this gif originates from? Thank you 🧡🥃
#cowboy#pedro pascal#jack daniels#jack whiskey daniels#agent whiskey#agent whiskey x reader#kingsman#western#frankie morales#bloodsucking bastards#dio morrissey#the mandolarian#marcus pike#marcus moreno#max phillips#dave york#oberyn martell#prince oberyn#canwefindthisformybirthdayplease#searching
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need need need this. how do the boys sleep with you in bed? hands around you? chest?
ooh this has been music to my ears, or rather my eyes. this is going to be v fluffy so be prepared <333 Also doing literally all the boys because this is some good practice for me to see how I want to write the others I've never written for (:
Pedro: Going off of how he is in his interviews, I believe that he is a very touchy (yet respectful) lover. Perhaps physical touch is his love language so even when you are both sleeping, he wants to have you on him somehow. A hand on your thigh, wrapped around your waist, feeling you late at night to make sure you're still there. He would wake you up by lightly kissing you maybe, making you arise without too much of a struggle. I believe that he is a gentle lover first, and even when you are both in slumber, his gentleness always goes above and beyond.
Javier: Based off of his wonderful sex scenes, I believe that he is also a touchy lover. He wants to hold you close, I just believe that it is out of love and also guilt. Maybe he believes he doesn't deserve you and one day you may walk out on him so he holds you close whenever he gets to keep his thoughts at bay. He also worries about sicarios coming after who he loves so as to make sure that in the event that someone may come after you both when you are both asleep, he always shields you when spooning. He covers you with his body to ensure that he is your protector no matter what. There's also the simplicity in sleeping with you that he loves. He enjoys it when you are both facing each other, especially on a trip away because then he can relax. He can wake up to you still by his side, not a figment of his imagination. I also think that he loves the proximity in case his usual urges get the best of him and he needs you with ease.
Javi G: If there is one thing I think Javi G would do, is that he would let you sleep however you want on him. You could even sleep on top of him and he would view it as the perfect blanket that he's needed for so long. All in all, the man loves to have what's his, so I fully expect for him to even have his legs tangled with yours even if he's turned away from you because it's too hot. Or, when taking a nap he loves when you sleep on his chest. There may have been a few times when you heard his heart beating out of his chest over it and you didn't comment on it, but you knew that he loved you just as much as you loved him. I can also picture him coming back from a party where you're already fast asleep and he carefully gets into bed and slides in to hold you close, apologizing for making you wait for him.
Whiskey: A southern lover like Jack is not going to settle for not being on you. He loves to cuddle with you, laying on you whenever he gets the chance because his little lady is soft and he only wants you as his pillow. The best for you is when you're both in bed watching a movie and he is laying on your chest, of course telling you that he's not tired and five minutes into the movie he's lightly snoring. In turn, There have been times where you've laid on his tummy and perhaps tickled him because whether he would admit it or not to you, he was as ticklish as it gets. During rest, the best is for you to both face each other as you love to have pillow talk before you both close your eyes. Plus, it gives you a chance to ruin Jack's hair since he always has his hair hidden in his stetson hat. He acts like he hates it, but with you, he enjoys every bit of it because you always tell him that when you run your fingers through his hair it calms you.
Frankie: Frankie is touch starved. The man is a pilot, and while he loves the boys there's nothing like the touch of his lover to make him remember why he comes home from all his daring adventures. Every time he arrives at your home, he gets on the couch with you and you let him take his time to rest, no questions asked until he's ready to talk to you. Sometimes if there's something hard, like the death of Redfly he has cried in your arms and you've removed his infamous hat to pat his head, telling him that it's okay. But other times he's sweet, loving, and just wants to make up for the lost time. His favorite way to nap with you is with his right in between your thighs and you playing with his hair before you fall back into slumber. He's a thigh man so at any point where there's an excuse to be there, (and of course have you squeeze your thighs around his head,) he's a happy man. For regular sleeping, he's content with laying on his back holding your hand while you take up the whole bed because whether you admit it or not, the bed is 90% yours and 10% his.
Dave: Hmm, this is a little tricky since he doesn't strike as me a close lover. Considering his life, I would imagine that at first, he wouldn't want to touch you because this is supposed to be simple for him. Cuddling and other non-intimate forms of intimacy complicate things. But when he realizes that you're meant to be a permanent fixture in his life, he relaxes, and for the first time he opens his chest up to let you rest on him. Although he would never admit it to you, it was nice to have someone see him as him, not the killer that he was made to be for money.
Din: Din Din Din. My god, I know he can be one of two ways. Either initially, he's going to hold you so close that you can't breathe or he's too caught up to touch you because he feels bad for having a certain attachment. if he's afraid of attachment, cuddling is a no no. Not because he doesn't want to, but he wants to find a way to push you away for your safety. But soon you break down his walls, settling for just feet tangled together while you sleep on opposite sides before one night he turns over to pull you to him. It's subtle, but you feel your stomach do somersaults with how his hand feels around you. If Din is extremely touching going into it, you're not getting away from him. He's going to want to touch you no matter where you are in the razor crest, and tangled in the sheets will only increase that ten-fold. He finds you to be intoxicating, and mesmerizing. So to have you with him? He's happy. Considering that he doesn't take his helmet off as much it would be hard to find comfortable positions so you would settle for being blindfolded for the night so he could have his helmet off to cuddle with you. He would spoon you or on tough nights such as having to give Grogu to Luke you would spoon him, knowing that this was his most vulnerable state with you. After you two are married, he's constantly looking at you and you both have fallen asleep where you two have some form of intimate eye contact when you wake up. Many mornings spent where you wake up to his hand carding through your hair, his sweet nothings as he tells you that he's grateful to have you.
Dieter: Dieter, the man of the hour. Although he's too coked up sometimes, he loves you. Especially with his career not going the way he likes, he spends more time with you so he can forget about it. In some ways, he's learned that all he needs is you because you're the only real person in his life out of everyone that he comes across in Hollywood. So sleeping together means that he's content with enjoying spooning, even with you being the bigger spoon to keep him from taking another line. You have given him the chance to not be California sober, but sober for real. He finds that while he may miss the high he had for so long, you're a high he will never get enough of because you make him feel complete, even when he decides to hog up the bed because he sleeps like starfish when he comes home from shooting.
Oberyn: I don't think that he and Elaria wouldn't make you sleep in the middle. Based on how they are with each other, they wouldn't keep their hands off of you either so being smack in the middle is the perfect agreement for you three. Oberyn would be snug behind you and Elaria would face you, occasionally cupping your face if you went to sleep before her and you waking up to Oberyn traveling south of your body and Elaria staying up north or vice versa. On the rare occasion one didn't join to bed right away, you would all still stay in position or let one of the other new people join and take the other spot until they returned, sometimes having 5 to 6 people in bed over the usual sexcapades that happened. But nonetheless, even if it was a day of pure relaxation, they would still cuddle with you and tell you how lucky they are to have you join their relationship.
Ezra: With both his arms, he's handsy. With just one arm, it's just the same but he tends to get more creative with getting his legs tangled with yours. Sometimes you hate it because his feet are icicles but once they are warmed up, you want nothing more than to stay in that position. The better position for you two is with his arm draped around you since you no longer had to hear him complain about his arm falling asleep from you laying on it. Otherwise, you like to lay on top of him and hear his heartbeat as you want to remember that he is still with you. It lulls you to sleep and how he speaks to you, making you feel safe even with the near-death experiences you both shared.
Marcus: The O.G. lover boy, the man that deserves the world for how he nails all the love languages. Physical touch has to be his top though I'm sure. So after getting close to some and then having it end, he's more touchy with you, wanting the gentle reminder that you're not leaving since he has that on his mind more than he wants to admit to you. Often he's taken a nap on the couch with his head between your legs, a book still on his chest as he swore he was just resting his eyes and you only realize he's sleeping when light snores start coming out. But if there is one thing he loves when you have fallen asleep in his lap, content with everything as he has the love of life with him. Also, he takes it to say everything he wants to say to you but is too afraid to do so when he is awake. He tells you that he's in love with you, wants to marry you, start a family with you, and has even said he picked out the ring just so that he gets it off his chest without worrying about slipping up later. You didn't learn this until he talked about what he loved about you when he thought you were sleeping. But from then on, you never mentioned it, only falling in love with him further knowing he loved you more than ever.
Tovar: Tricky, considering the time frame he's from, but I believe that because of his lifestyle, it makes it hard for him to actually understand why you crave physical touch. Not so much the repulsion but confusion that gets him. At first he only slept with his arms out, mainly to pull out a knife if someone were to attack him, but you took the opportunity to get into his nook which made his heart beat out of his chest before realizing it was nice to have you there. And then, slowly but sure one night came where he wrapped that arm around you, which almost made you cry. The only time he came to you, in need of cuddles was after a funeral. You never saw him so vulnerable, and you held him until he fell asleep, not mentioning it to him the next morning but he silently thanked you by picking flowers for you and then getting thorns all in his hands. But from there, he was more attentive to your needs beyond the usual, even if it went beyond his comfort zone.
Max Phillips: The first night you hook up, he is sending you on your way because well, he doesn't do commitment with the life he has to run. Of course, you're sad, and part of you even regrets sleeping with him, although he was the best you ever had. But when he comes to your house one night after you left in a hurry, realizing just what he did to you apologizes, one thing leads to another, and by the end of the night, he causally drapes his arm around you as he's asleep. You don't mention it to him the following day, instead wrapping your arms around him when he's up making breakfast for you both (well, rather for you since he's a vampire.) You can feel him tense up but soon relax into your touch as he continues making breakfast. And thus, every time you tangled into bed as secret lovers and into something more, he found that all he could do was tangle his legs into yours and just put his arm around you. He would mainly hold you if you were at your breaking point, stepping out of his comfort zone to comfort you. But at night, there have been times when you wiggled your way into his arms and he would only lay there pretending he didn't like it before pulling you closer the minute you went to turn to the other side.
Maxwell Lord: Hey, this other Max is still a soft lover, and I'm running with that. There is no way with how adorable he is with his son that I'm going to not believe for a second that he's soft with you. Probably is kinda a dick towards you because he may sleep around with his numerous secretaries. Still, when he invites you to dinner after you're done being bent over in his office, you feel like something is different. He pulls out all the stops and cooks dinner at his place, although it ends up being takeout since he somehow can't boil water. But even when you end up making out like teens on his couch after eating Chinese food, there's a beautiful element between you two. He lays on you and you guys talk about your upbringings, he mentions his son and you mention your family, but most of all, he doesn't push you away. So for the rest of your relationship, that's how your nights go. Some days he'll tell you about his day, other days you won't hear about it until it's late and you're half asleep. And sometimes, when it's almost unbearable he'll just ask for a hug so that he can escape the world. And of course, Alistair will join the hug before leaving you two be at night. But most of all, you're able to mend his heart even when everything else is crashing down on him when you sleep, him resting his head on your chest and lulling him to sleep.
Joel (listen I am in love with Joel from playing TLOU before I even knew Pedro was playing him, and now that he is, I'm somehow alive yet permanently happy. ALSO SPOILERS FOR TLOU SORRY): Listen, after he lost Sarah, he was a wreck understandably. How can one open up after such a terrible loss? But that's when he comes to find you in the zones. You had recently lost your child, and you guys could lean on each other even with his gruffness. And maybe getting into a relationship while in the middle of an apocalypse where you could lose each other at any point in time is scary. But at night when it's just you two in the spare bed that was not covered in debris, you can at least pretend that life is normal. You share your thoughts on what it would be if the apocalypse hadn't happened, what your former lives were, and what you guys could grow together. Sure, it's mainly far-fetched since it seemed impossible for anything to go back to normal. Still, whenever a blood-curdling scream rings out or more loss happens, you at least have each other to spoon the other or fall asleep in the other's lap to make the most uncomfortable of situations more bearable. And of course, when Ellie comes along she makes fun of you both for being so in love and how you are curled up together all the time when sleep takes over. But deep down, it gives her some sense of peace seeing two people happy together.
I hope you enjoyed <3333
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If you’re looking for fics that are actually inclusive and not white washed??
Follow @inclusivepedrolibrary for inclusive fic recs, author recs, inclusivity resources, writing challenges and more to come!! 💖💖
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Becca's Brunch
Happy Sunday and the seasonal treats are in. Cranberry stuff, cinnamon things, pumpkin spiced donuts - I have it all (not really but we're pretending for a hot second, okay?). But there's probably still some Halloween bits leftover if you look hard enough. And coffee or whatever way you consume your caffeine, grab it, sit for a minute and let us enjoy.
Or, what I've gotten round to reading this week to make more room on the TBR shelf.
First, a quick reminder that what I may like, you may not and that's okay! Please heed individual warnings on fics. Leave an author a comment and reblog if you enjoy their work!
Joel Miller:
first light by @5oh5
oct 29 x stormy days by @trulybetty
Javier Pena:
Paranoid Heart by @goodwithcheese (new chapter)
Unworthy by @morallyinept
anytime by @undercoverpena
Dieter Bravo:
Bite Me by @chronically-ghosted
Working Title by @rhoorl (new chapter)
Ezra:
embers by @sp00kymulderr
Max Phillips:
La Mordida by @imalrightllama
Marcus Pike:
Headshots by @secretelephanttattoo
Or, other bits and pieces that made me smile this week.
Analysis of Tim Rockford's eyesight by @gemmahale
little cute things to remember by @undercoverpena
This moodboard but also all the other beautiful ones @wildemaven has been creating.
Or, what I managed to dish up this week.
Fic:
steep is the mountain Tim Rockford x f!reader
"art" (in quotation marks because these were a hurried job)
Bravo Bumper Stickers
Or, what if, by some miracle, we got two characters in the same room?
See below for Joel being totally fucking unimpressed at Marcus's forwardness.
Sleeves? No, not on this menu. You're safe.
Was this some sort of excuse to post a Rockford-esque image? No, and you can't prove anything.
Well. Good news and bad news.
Bad news. I am very tired. Know how I know? I work with a very sweet woman who asked me if I was tired and that was enough. Also, I've been asleep before 11pm many nights this week and still woke up exhausted. (Sorry @for-a-longlongtime for falling asleep mid conversation!) Corporate chaos ensued and my ADHD brain is teetering on burnout and I like to catch it before that actually happens.
Good news! I have a few days off and I'm going on a little surprise staycation. This is technically our first holiday since pre covid times. I'm excited but as a result, the kitchen will be closed for brunch next week. There is stuff in the queue, but I am hoping to stay off my phone/laptop for a while. Now having said that, I do hope to clear up a little space on my tbr shelf because damn, you're all so talented and your words and imaginations bring me so much joy. Please drop a tag if you think there's something I should read, and I'll be around for the rest of the day anyways in case ya need me.
Now, a very apt OST:
Friends, if you've made it this far, je t'adore. I wish you a week of creativity, rest, as much caffeine or caffeine free tea as your heart desires. Drink water, be safe and be careful. Be kind to yourselves and to one another. Be mindful of your energy and what you put it into, especially as the nights get longer this time of year.
I'll see ya on the other side and if I'm not back avenge my death. I'm kidding, don't do this. It's a Simpsons quote. From Homer vs The Eighteenth Amendment. You know the one? You're out there somewhere, beer baron...
Hopefully I return with Frankie's level of competency and Javi G levels of enthusiasm.
Clearly, I need coffee and so...
Thanks for your patience and the smiles that you bring me week after week.
Love, your emo neighbour,
Becca 🤍
Disclaimer: Joel's expression is not an accurate presentation of mine today, I promise I'm quite happy!
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how i think different pedro characters would eat pussy
ft: Joel Miller, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, Jack Daniels, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Max Phillips
NSFW - 18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI
hello this is the first time im writing anything for pedro characters that aren't joel miller or din djarin so i hope they're in character lol.
Joel Miller
Okay. this man is a little rough with it. Never rough enough to hurt you (unless u want him too) but he goes down on you as stress relief for him. He fucking loves eating pussy though. His hands would hold you down, he’d tie your hands behind your back, and he’d go to town. His beard would scratch your thighs and fuck would it feel so good. He doesn’t talk much during it. Instead letting out grunts and the occasional “fuck”. He gets a lot of pleasure out of rendering you into a screaming, fucked out mess. Sometimes he pushes your legs to your chest and pulls your ass up for a different angle. Just because its an apocalypse doesn’t mean Joel’s lost any of his pussy eating skills tyvm.
Din Djarin
He doesn't get the chance to go down on you as much as he would like. The fact that you can't see his face doesn't help either. But when he does get the chance, he makes sure your legs shake at the very thought of what he does to you. He's messy with it. Sloppy and uncaring. He doesn't have the most experience but when his tongue is shoving itself inside of you and his hands are desperately pawing at your thighs and stomach. It doesn't fucking matter how much experience he has. He is eager to please and eager to learn. He wants the sounds of your moans and the quiver of your thighs to be ingrained in his memory forever. Sometimes he doesn't even bother taking off his armor. So when his beskar rubs against your burning skin, it only adds to the sensation.
Frankie Morales
Frankie is a pussy worshiper. To him there’s nothing better than spreading your legs going down on you until you’re clawing at his hair and begging him to fuck you. He’s methodical about it too ngl. Every time he eats you out he takes note of what makes you moan louder and what drives you crazy. He makes sure to do it all in the order you love it most. Not to say that it’s not exciting. He’ll switch up his tactics. Add his fingers here and there, leave hickies on your thighs, change pressure of his licks. It’s all a beautiful, fun game to him that always leads to you coming at least twice.
Jack Daniels
Cowboy here is a tease with a capital T. He’s also a talker. He knows how to please you and pulls a feeling from you that you didn’t ever think you could feel. He’ll make lots of jokes too. He draws out his words and teases you with his tongue until you’re crying and squirming under him. Begging for something more. He talks you through it too. In a teasing manner but also because he loves hearing just how desperate you become for him and him alone. Jack will lift his head and ask you cheeky questions. Ask if you’re enjoying it. If it feels good. How bad you need it and he won’t go back to fucking you with his tongue until you answer him.
Marcus Pike
Sweet Marcus is gentle and sweet when be eats your pussy. He is 100% a man to get pleasure from eating you out. He moans loud and grinds down on the bed until you’re both coming. Marcus has come in his pants while going down on you before and probably will again. He is eager and ready to drop to his knees if you ask. I also think he likes to hold your hands as he does it. Half to hold you down but also because he wants to feel as much of you as he can. He doesn’t do much teasing, preferring to get right to the main course. He’ll give you anything you ask for tbh.
Marcus Moreno
Mr Moreno is a giver 100%. If you ask he’d drop everything and indulge in your pussy. Marcus is a busy man though and raising Missy doesn’t always leave much alone time for the two of you which is why he feels the need to make it up to you when you do have time alone. At first you thought he did it only because he felt bad but he reassured you he did it because he wants to. He wants you to know how much he loves you and cares for you by taking care of you in the best way he can think of. There are also times where he needs to forget about the stress of being a superhero. Try as he might he can’t save everyone and it takes a toll. In the morning you’ll talk to him about it but in the moment he doesn’t need to talk he needs to feel you. So he spreads your legs and loses himself.
Max Phillips
Max is not afraid to declare to the world how much he wants to devour your pussy. Look he’s an asshole at work and he does have that feat boy energy sometimes but he is not the kind of man to think its gross or weird to go down on his partner. In fact he finds it incredibly childish to hear that some people refuse to do it. Your pussy deserves to be eaten at least once a day he has so bravely volunteered to be the one to do it. His words. He is a tease though. He’s also cocky as fuck but he has the skills to back it up. He is completely unashamed and pretty vulgar about it too. Max would have you not wear underwear if he could. Just bare for him so whenever he wants to he could just bend you over and have a little taste. A snack if you will. He’d also whisper dirty things at work just to make you horny. Don’t even get me started on when you get your period. He’s a menace but a menace with a talented mouth.
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A little Halloween visit to my Pedro Boy motel.
Agent Ortega x f!reader, The Thief x f!reader
(My Ortega and Reader from Trust and my Thief from New Year's Eve.)
WC:3.9k
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected P in V sex. Cum eating. Blow job. Literal magical sex. Blood and gore.
Summary: The motel usually makes dreams come true. On Halloween, things get even more magical.
Part of And It Just Keeps Getting Better
Halloween Weekend
Mrs Lord pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. Her eyes were beginning to ache from going over paperwork. It just so happened that Halloween fell on one of their Fantasy Weekends and she was determined to make it memorable. Everything had to be perfect from the themed mocktails to the costumes, oh boy, would there be costumes. The thought of the guys all dressed up was almost too much. The clients would go nuts. Almost entirely lost in her vision she didn't realise that she was being watched. Something was stalked through the house towards her. It took its time, keeping its footsteps slow and gentle so as to not make a sound. It was only when it was right by her paperwork covered bed that she saw it
"I vant to suck your blood. Blah!" The creature announced as it pounced on her.
"Maxwell!" She playfully admonished. "You'll crumple my paperwork!"
"Sorry, Mi Vida. I just can't help it. You look good enough to eat." He managed to get out around his fake fangs.
"To eat, huh?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
That's how Max in his leather posing pouch and little black cape came to be face down between her legs for the next half an hour, thankfully minus the plastic glow in the dark fangs, while she deliberated over the food menu. Once she was satisfied in more ways than one, it was her turn to suck.
"Pathetic fallacy." Ezra mumbled as he looked out of his window.
Gregor lifted his head from the book he was reading. "Huh?"
"Oh nothing. It just seems like the weather has decided to join us in the festive mood. There's a storm coming in."
"I'm going to check the storm shutters just in case those clouds don't blow over. We've got enough food and water if we get cut off. Can you check the radios are all charged and handed out?" Joel asked Dave as he checked his tool box.
"Were you a survivalist in a past life?" Dave ribbed his friend.
"Something like that." Joel muttered heading out.
"Mrs Lord, I took down some of your decorations outside. If the wind picks up it'll rip through them like a tornado in a trailer park." Jack deposited the gathered decorations on the desk.
"Thank you, Jack." Mrs Lord gave him a half smile. It was all she could give him with the stress this weekend on her head.
Everything had been fine, all but one guest had checked in. All the preparations were complete. Then the sky started to darken. The weatherman had called for clear skies, it was unnerving to see anything but. With their location they had prepared for situations like this. They had a backup generator, emergency supplies, they were in a good position should the worst happen.
Mrs Lord let out a steadying breath. "It'll be fine."
Lightning flashed across the sky, it was almost lost against the lights of the reception room. The accompanying thunder was definitely lost against the sounds of the party in full swing. Almost all of the guests were happily paired with a partner for the night. Din, in his Knight costume, had a woman on each arm. Ezra in his best Pirate Captain threads had accepted a client. Oberyn was dressed as a god in golden robes, much to Dieter's delight, who was dressed, fittingly, as a housecat. His 'costume' consisted of a black jumper, black sweats and cat ears. It was almost as half hearted as Jack's Cowboy costume, which consisted of his normal clothing. Even Joel had put in a bit more effort with his pale face paint and neck bolts. He figured Frankenstein's Monster was fitting for him.
As the pairings filed out, ducking under the awning to hide from the driving rain, Maxwell noticed a guest, dressed in old wild west clothing, standing with both the Marcuses.
"Gentlemen." Maxwell greeted them. "What seems to be the problem?"
Pike spoke up "It seems that Mr Ortega here was booked in with Max Phillips but he's nowhere to be found. My client is missing and Moreno's was a no show."
Max thought for a moment. "I know we have one no show. So where is your client? And Phillips?" Max Phillips may be a brash jerk but clients liked him well enough. He always left them in a euphoric daze as they checked out. He didn't mix much with the other employees but he was a busy man. He worked in the city by day and spent his evenings working at the motel. Beyond that no one really knew much about him.
Maxwell did know that Max was very professional and had never missed an appointment. "Let's go look for him."
The short leather skirt creeping up her thighs was definitely out of her comfort zone.
"Come as you aren't night." She reminds herself as she hurries along to the party that she is late for.
Stopping once again to pull down her skirt, a voice from behind you makes her jump. "I think it looks great."
Spinning around, she found the voice's owner leaning in a doorway. His long legs crossed at the ankle as he leans against the frame. Taking in how strikingly handsome he is, she hopes that he's that man she's here to meet.
"Marcus?" She tries.
"And you would be…?" He holds out his hand.
For a second she wondered why he wouldn't already have her name, since the host assured her that he had discussed her desires with Marcus and set everything up for her. Maybe he didn't give him her name to protect her in case she backed out, she reasons. Giving him her name she shakes his hand.
"Come on in." Giving her an easy smile he leads her into his room.
Once inside, Marcus is a little more forward than she expected. His thick fingers dig into her thigh and scalp as he pins her to the wall. His lips don't leave hers until she's breathless. All her insistence on taking things slow was rapidly flying out of the window and into the storm beyond. There was no hesitation left in her when his fingers hooked under her panties to move them to the side. With the first swipe of his fingers across her now throbbing clit, she decides that she wants him now.
Taking a breath to gather her courage she manages to say the word that's been hidden in her fantasies. "Daddy, please make me come."
Marcus lets out a deep chuckle as his fingers breach her, stretching her in the most delicious way. "Don't worry, Sweetness. Daddy will make you come hard."
Marcus made good on his promise, his fingers pumped in and out of her relentlessly until that spot inside her couldn't take anymore. Her walls clenched around him, pulling his fingers in as he pulled her in to kiss her neck. He kisses and suckes on her pulse point so hard that she knows she's going to have marks later. He only stops to lick his fingers clean of her cum before returning to her neck and sucking harder than before. No, not just sucking, biting.
A scream cut through the air. It wasn't unusual to hear screams echoing around the courtyard. It was unusual to hear one so clearly blood curling.
"That came from upstairs!" Pike called before taking the stairs two at a time with Ortega hot on his heels.
The two men had been in the courtyard trying to sort out alternative arrangements if Max Phillips wasn't found. Pike was sure Oberyn wouldn't mind some more company for the evening. Ortega politely entertained the idea but Pike could see he seemed pretty set on Phillips. He thought this odd for a first timer but maybe Mr Ortega was just a man who knew what he wanted.
Pike ran down the narrow balcony zeroing in on the sounds of a struggle.
"You bastard!" A woman screamed before the door to the next room flew open. Out sprinted Max Phillips, the lower half of his face covered with blood. Pike was about to chase him when he saw the woman holding her neck, the red of her tank top darkened.
Ortega ran past "I've got him."
Pike had no other choice than to let the other man handle it as he administered first aid while waiting for Kyle. Joel had given the paramedic a call after hearing the commotion.
Once the woman was safely taken down to the small medical room, Pike tried to make sense of what he'd seen.
"He bit her?!" Moreno was stunned even with the evidence in front of him.
"It looks like." Pike sighed, still in disbelief.
"Was that some sort of kink he had? Did he take it too far?" Moreno mused out loud.
Pero had joined them when he heard the fuss. He muttered something under his breath in Spanish that only Moreno caught.
"You can't be serious." Moreno huffed a laugh. "A vampire?"
"We never saw him in the daytime. Or saw him eat or drink. His clients always checked out acting rather peculiarly. I have travelled to many places with such myths and seen things that I cannot explain."
Before either Marcus could react to Pero, a man approached them from the shadows. "Your well travelled friend is right. You have a vampire in your midst."
The man was very well dressed. He had on a white dress shirt, fastened with an expensive looking pair of cufflinks complimenting the even finer watch on his wrist. He wore a black bow tie that matched his vest in colour. Black dress pants and designer shoes adorned his lower half and the outfit was completed by a leaf pattern embroidered overcoat.
"Forgive me. I am Señor Ladrón. I have been searching for your vampire for a while. He had left quite the trail of victims." The man informed them as casually as if he had just told them to expect rain.
"Well, you found him. What do we do now?" Joel stepped out of the first aid room, closing the door behind him to give the recovering victim some privacy.
"We kill him." Señor Ladrón stated simply.
This seemed to be a good enough answer for Joel who simply nodded. Pero seemed satisfied too. Both Marcus's had seen some weird things during their time in law enforcement but a vampire would be pushing it. Nevertheless there was a bad guy on the loose and it was their job to stop him. The men paired off. Joel with Pero, Pike with Moreno. Señor Ladrón excused himself to gather some equipment from his car.
"Do you think we should be letting him walk around here by himself? The guy thinks vampires are real." Moreno asks Pike as they make their way through the motel.
"Max is my biggest concern. I'll have Din go check on our visitor." Pike edged his way around to the part of the motel that was under development.
The only light was the glow from the well lit side of the motel, the full moon and the occasional flash of lightning. Even Pike had to admit with all the vampire talk and it being Halloween night, the whole setup had him a little rattled. A little. That must be why he could have sworn for a second that he saw a light on in the last room on the block, even when they found it completely empty.
The cloaking spell worked perfectly as you watched the Chef and Superhero take a look around the room before walking off the way they came.
It didn't take much to lure the vampire into a trap. It was thirsty in more ways than one, so with your blood pumping and all that flesh on display, how could he refuse to follow you into one of the rooms that were closed for refurbishment. The spell you had cast on the room took effect almost immediately. The well-dressed vampire swayed on his feet. With a little support from you, he made it to the bed.
"What the fuc…?" Was all he managed before he was out like a light.
Studying his profile in the light of the full moon you thought it was a shame to kill someone so handsome. "Sorry, Gorgeous. I promise it's for a good cause."
Straddling him, you pressed the tip of the cedar stake to his chest lining up it before preparing to raise it. A flash of lightning was followed by the boom of the door being kicked open.
Ortega ran into the room, grabbing the stake in your hand. "Carrying out the ritual without me?"
"Just like you tried the last one without me." You snatch the stake back.
"I was going to include you but you seemed a little preoccupied."
"For the last time. That was a business dinner!"
"He didn't seem to think that. Even when I made it clear to him."
"What? That's why he reneged on the deal!"
"If he couldn't handle a six shooter aimed at his balls, he had no place in business."
A scream of frustration left you. "Aren't you bored of this?! A hundred and fifty years we've been at this. You betray me. I betray you. One hundred and fifty years and we're still both so stubborn that we can't trust each other. We can't love each other." You feel the weight of your words slip from your shoulders.
Ignacio Oretga usually presented an intimidating front unless he needed to turn on the charm. There was exactly one person and one person only who could bring out the soft demeanour he took on now. "Darlin', there hasn't been one second of the last a hundred and fifty years that I haven't loved you. Now trust is another thing entirely…" he grinned.
"Don't laugh at me." You pout.
Ignacio leans in to kiss your bottom lip poking out. "I'm not laughing at you. I would never!"
"Yes, you would!" You grin back at him, your fingers fiddling with his lapels. "I love you, too."
The first kiss between you in a decade sparks the old fire between you. The reason for you being in this motel is nearly forgotten as Ignacio lifts you as close to his body as he can. He's eager to refresh his memory of your body against his.
"Wait, My Love. We need to finish the ritual or our hundred and fifty years end here."
Ignacio's fingers lace between yours around the stake. "Allow me." He slips the wood from your hand.
Ignacio lines the stake up just as you did and prepares to raise to deliver the killing blow. Just as it had with you, the door bursts open. A familiar figure is back lit by the lighting outside from the worsening storm.
"Thief." You spit in its direction.
"Oh, I'm so much more than that." He laughs. "For example, tonight I'm a trader."
"What is it you want to trade?" Ignacio's eyes narrow on him.
"The vampire and the secret to securing a few more years of life for you both, in exchange for allowing me to feast on the energy from the ritual."
"But we have the…" You trail off as you see that the vampire is gone and all that remains on the bed is a faint mist. The potent tang of magic settles on your tongue.
"When you say 'feast on the energy'...?"
Ignacio presses, keen to get rid of your uninvited guest.
"It's simple. To increase the longevity of the ritual you must make love in the blood of the creature rather than just bathe in it. I simply wish to watch and feed off your passion." The Thief sat himself in a chair at the end of the bed as if the whole thing was a done deal.
"You're an Incubus?" You wonder aloud.
"Among other things." His brown eyes glint red with amusement.
Turning to Ignacio, you could see him weighing up the deal.
"We've done more exotic things in bed." Your lips quirk up at the memory. "Prague."
"Hmm. California in the 70's." Ignacio smiled, stepping closer his hands finding your hips as if he was engaging you in a dance.
"Amsterdam." You swayed to the old melody supplied by your memories.
"So we are in agreement?" The Thief snapped his fingers and the vampire reappeared.
"Yes." You say in unison with Ignacio.
Neither of you so much as glance at The Thief as you let muscle memory take over until the two of you are naked. A wispy tendril of red mist winds its way to you from the hand of The Thief. It licks up your bare skin increasing the sensitivity of every nerve it touches. When it pushes between your legs it almost brings you to orgasm in an instant. Ignacio seems similarly affected as his cock flushes red and weeps.
"Just a little gift from me. For being so gracious in accepting my offer." The Thief undoes his belt as he speaks before cupping the large bulge below it.
Ignacio presses a single kiss to your bare shoulder, it's enough to make your knees weak. With shaking hands the two of you manage to wield the stake. The weight of the two of you tumbling into bed pushes the stake into the vampire's heart. An explosion of thick, crimson blood covers you as you sink down into the bed. Ignacio is inside you before you know it, filling you with his cum as your convulsing body milks it from him.
The Thief moans in contentment as he strokes himself through his clothing. "Again."
The tang of copper rolls over your tongue as Ignacio kisses you. It takes only a fraction longer for the two of you to come this time. Your heels dig into the meat of his pert ass as you draw him deeper. His warm release drips out on the bloodied sheets below. He seems to have even more for you than usual.
"Again." The Thief groans as he starts to stroke his now bare length.
Ignacio fights through the fog of his mystical arousal to position you where he wants you. He now has you on all fours. After all these years there is still something primal about spearing you on his cock from this angle. He manages to last a little longer this time. Enough that he gets to enjoy the arch of your back as he pulls on your hair and the jiggle of your ass as he smacks into it. His cum gushes into you as he stutters out a groan. Each climax feels electric. He wants to fuck you over and over. Not just because of the spell but to make up for lost time. How had he been so stubborn as to miss so much as a day with you?
Gripping the bed frame you try to compose yourself as the last orgasm fades. Each one hits like plunging into the ocean. It hits hard before consuming you in its depths. Making the mistake of looking up you see The Thief with his head thrown back in pleasure. His hips chase his hand as his fucks into his fist. The sight of him so freely chasing his pleasure has you coming again.
Ignacio's hand lands firmly on your ass cheek. "I forgot my naughty girl likes to watch. Thief!"
The Thief still carries on jerking his cock as he acknowledges Ignacio.
"Why don't you join us? My wife has a very talented mouth." Turned on by his own words, Ignacio Jackrabbits into you hard until he comes again.
The Thief moves with inhuman speed pressing the tip of his cock to your lips before you realise he even left his chair. "Would you like a taste?" He strokes your cheek gently until you open up for him.
The precum gathered on his slit is like nothing you've ever tasted before. You find yourself sucking and bobbing your head in earnest just to get more. When Ignacio starts snapping his hips into you from behind, the force causes you to gag on The Thief's swollen head. The sound makes Ignacio throb inside of you. His wife choking on a cock while he fucks her from behind prompts another load of his seed to fill up your warm cunt. The warmth of him triggers another orgasm from you. Whatever this magic is, you want more of it. Not just for the sex but for how your husband feels inside and against you. Ever touch is heightened. You couldn't get any closer to him than you are right now. It soothes the ache in your heart from spending years without him.
The Thief utters something in an unrecognisable language as you swallow around him. He then pulls out with a slick pop. "I will still let you have a taste but I'm afraid I might be too rough while I chase my end."
The Thief proceeds to wrap his hand around his thick girth.The noise of his balls slapping against his fist while he groans deeply is enough to even affect Ignacio. Flipping you over, he mouths at your blood soaked tits. Sucking on each nipple until it aches. Each suck and bit builds another climax it only takes his fingers pressing to your clit for you to achieve it. You watch in fascination as Ignacio's cock spurts another load across your thigh without even being touched. Running your fingers through it, you greedily stuff them in your mouth.
"I've missed you so much." You pull your husband in for a kiss that evolves into a slower pace of love making. Slower, but no less satisfying as you both come twice in each other's arms.
The laguid, comfortable satisfaction that The Thief drinks down reminds him of his own love at home waiting for him. He's almost full and his cock aches for release. He starts to withdraw his magic from them. It's harder than he anticipated as they were already so much in love and lust. He finally does so as Ignacio has his wife's legs spread wide in the air to thrust impossibly deep inside her. Reaching out, he grips her ankle to steady himself as he prepares to finish himself off. He's so close, he can feel the heat in his spine. Looking down, he watches Ignacio's thick cock splitting his wife's tight pussy open. Her folds glisten with both their releases. Her puffy, pink cunt looks throughly fucked still it pulls her husband's cock deeper. He can feel their love and passion fueling the spell. The magic in the air ripples over his skin, his nipples tighten just before his balls do. His fist works incredibly fast to pump his overdue spend over the face of the beautiful woman underneath him. As he covers his face, her husband paints her insides. The scream that rips from her leaves her mouth open to catch The Thief's seed. She rides out her climax on his husband's cock while licking The Thief's cum from around her mouth. The Thief thinks that he got the better end of the deal. As the heavy energy in the room lifts, The Thief prepares to leave.
All the years you'd seen the man as nothing more than an annoyance. Someone who turns up now and again when your agenda's crossed. Now you were seeing just how powerful he was.
"Wait. That was…" All coherent thought leaves your brain as you look up at your husband practically glowing. Your eyes trace a bead of sweat from his forehead down the curve of his beautiful nose before dripping onto your bare chest.
The Thief chuckles. "If you think I know how to celebrate Halloween, wait until you see how I celebrate New Years."
Author's Note: I had a completely different vibe planned for this one but I'm just so happy to have finished something after going through a dry spell.
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12 days of XXX-MAS themed stories, containing both smut & fluff, featuring a mix of the Pedro Boys.
Running from 14th Dec - 25th Dec!
Pedro Boys featured: Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike, Pre-Outbreak & Post-Outbreak Joel Miller, Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey), Javier Peña, Dieter Bravo, Max Phillips, Dave York & Marcus Moreno.
Pairings: Paired with F!Reader, GN!Reader, Mature!GN!Reader & Wife!Reader. (No name or physical description of Reader. It's you, bub.)
Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶🌶🌶 "You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."
Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.
Explicit - Please see each story individually for specific smut warnings/triggers etc...
NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18's ONLY. YOU ARE SOLEY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don't come at me; you've been plenty warned.
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Author Notes: I hope you enjoy reading these festively fluffy & seasonally smutty Christmas stories in the run up to Christmas Day.
Happy Holidays, lovelies! 🖤🎄
🌶 - Contains smut 🖤 - Dark themes ☁️ - Fluff 🌈 - GN!Reader
🎄 Dec 14th - Unwrap Me 🌶
Frankie Morales x F!Reader
You gift yourself to Frankie as his early Christmas present, and he can't wait to unwrap you.
❄️ Dec 15th - Cowboy Christmas 🌶
Husband!Jack Daniels x Wife!Reader
Your husband Jack takes you out on a snowy Christmas Eve horse ride around the ranch, then helps you thaw out after.
🎄 Dec 16th - The Gift 🌶
Husband!Marcus Pike x Wife!Reader
Marcus buys you a naughty Christmas gift that you wear to his parents' Christmas lunch, and you both find it hard to stay composed at the dinner table.
❄️ Dec 17th - Christmas Cookies 🌶
Marcus Moreno x F!Reader
You and Marcus get creative with some left over icing, after he spends the morning baking Christmas cookies with Missy.
🎄 Dec 18th - O' Christmas Tree ☁️🌈
Post-Outbreak Joel Miller x Mature!GN!Reader
Joel chops down a fir tree and brings it home for you as a surprise.
❄️ Dec 19th - Blood & Tinsel 🌶🖤
Max Phillips x F!Reader
Your boss Max is your office Secret Santa, and gifts you with a rather interesting gift, that you feel incredibly compelled to thank him for.
🎄 Dec 20th - Strung Up 🌶
Husband!Dave York - Wife!Reader
You and your husband Dave are decorating the tree for a surprise in the morning for your girls. However, you get testy with him, and Dave finds an inventive way to keep you in check.
❄️ Dec 21st - Jet Set Christmas 🌶
Dieter Bravo x F!Reader
Dieter is flying away for a tropical filming schedule over Christmas, and you find a way to give him some First Class Service on his flight.
🎄 Dec 22nd - Yippee Ki-Yay! 🌶🌈
Pre-Outbreak Joel Miller x GN!Reader
You, Sarah and Joel settle in to watch a Christmas film together, bickering gently over if Die Hard is classed as a Christmas movie or not. When Sarah goes to bed, you try and sway Joel to your opinion.
❄️ Dec 23rd - Nobody Wants To Be Alone On Christmas 🌶
Javier Peña x F!Reader
You discover your boss Javi will be spending the night alone, working on the cartel case on Christmas Eve, so you extend a kind offer for him to join you for some Christmas dinner.
🎄 Dec 24th - All I Want For Christmas ☁️
Frankie Morales x F!Reader
Frankie is facing the prospect of a lonely Christmas, and this time of year is particularly difficult for him with maintaining his sobriety. He and the Miller brothers go to a bar on Christmas Eve for festive drinks, and perhaps a chance encounter with you might make Frankie believe again in the magic of Christmas.
❄️ Dec 25th - Mistletoe Kiss ☁️🌈
Post-Outbreak Joel Miller x GN!Reader
At the Tipsy Bison Christmas party in Jackson, you and Joel share your first kiss together under some mistletoe.
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#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal characters#joel miller#dieter bravo#frankie morales#marcus pike#marcus moreno#javier peña#javier pena#javi peña#javi pena#agent jack daniels#agent whiskey#dave york the equalizer 2#max phillips bloodsucking bastards#christmas fics#christmas stories#PPCU#jett's writing
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AN: I decided to test myself by creating a writing challenge for myself, and it turned into this. It also helped that House of the Dragon has put me into an Oberyn mood. Quick thank you to my girl @wheresarizona for the amazing moodboard and for her general awesomeness as well as my wifey @foli-vora for letting me bombard her with this. Hope you enjoy xox.
Pairing; coded as Oberyn Martell x f!reader - (no use of his name, this could be read as a choose your own character)
Warnings; piv sex (wrap it up), fingering, dirty talk, implied heartbreak, Creampie, pornographic photography, let me know if I missed anything
Word count; 3.8k
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He was intense, but not in an intentional way-it seemed to go way beyond that.
Maybe it was his gaze, the way you knew instinctively that he saw everything, saw your sad smile and your nervously fidgeting hands. He saw the spectre of heartbreak that curled around you like smoke, the invisible weight that on a bad day- affected your very posture.
“Feel free to make yourself comfortable, nothing will happen for now, I’d like to start by talking about what will happen today.” He gestured to the middle of his almost decadent space, the soft lilt in his voice reassuring. It was small, and filled with treasures, endless framed pictures and artworks hung in no discernible pattern on the emerald green wall. There was a massive rattan basket chair filled with cushions and plush blankets in a corner, the fading sunlight streaming in through the window would make the pictures taken there gorgeous.
“Sure, just anywhere?” You set down your bag and stood beside the chair, pausing to admire the lush plants in the space.
“In the chair would be wonderful, we’ll most likely begin there.” He had a table set up opposite the chair, on that table were a few cameras and lenses, what you imagined were boxes of film along with a stool he now moved to sit across from you. He paused before taking his seat- “Can I offer you something to drink? I have bottled water as well as a few different kinds of tea, I could make coffee?” He stood, head tilted.
“Um - water would be great, thank you.” You sank into the chair, slightly surprised at how comfortable it was.
I suppose it would have to be for this sort of thing.
“I uh- I’ve never done anything like this before.” You tried to laugh a bit, but it sounded disingenuous, instead resorting to a small smile when he handed you the water bottle.
“That’s okay- it’s a little unorthodox but my clients have been very happy with the results.” He sits finally, his body language conveying how comfortable he is. “I’ve booked you as my only appointment today so there’s no time limit, I pulled out quite a bit of film so don’t worry about running out or having to get the perfect shot, your only job today is to be yourself and forget about the camera.” He grabs a mug from a small table, it steams and the smell of jasmine fills the air. “For obvious reasons, I don’t use digital cameras. The pictures I take are only hard copy, any and all negatives you either take with you, or I keep in my private collection and you have my guarantee that they don’t end up anywhere but my portfolio. Now-” He smiles, his lively brown eyes bore into yours in a way that makes your heart race slightly. “-any questions for me?” He sips at his tea again, his attention solely focused on you.
“Oh-” You’d had a few questions on the way over but sitting there, in the plush chair opposite this handsome, comforting man they were hard to get a grasp of. You took a sip of the water to stall while you gathered your thoughts. “How long do these sessions usually take?”
“It varies, really depends on the person or people-” Your eyes widened and he smiled warmly. “You’d be surprised to know a lot of my clients are married or long term couples, people who want to document their intimacy, in a tasteful way. Professional more like, it’s hard to take nudes sometimes.” He laughs and you join. It made sense, an ex of yours had convinced you to record once and the whole experience had ended in laughter. “I also do regular portraits, I do regular boudoir shoots, intimacy shots, tasteful nudity and even some not so tasteful stuff. I capture whatever the client wants to capture and sometimes - I even join in. It’s all a matter of comfort.”
Your eyebrows rose into your hairline and all at once you imagined how he’d kiss, how his facial hair would feel on your face, on your breasts and on your thighs. You took a deep, steadying breath.
“Have you or one of your clients ever stopped a session?” You fiddled with the fringed edge of the cushion beside you.
“Yes, I’ve had a client say they wanted to stop because their heart wasn’t in it - they came back a few days later and the second shoot turned out noticeably better. I have had to stop a session with a couple because I wasn’t comfortable with what they wanted me to document. It happens, we’re only humans and I try not to judge anyone too harshly. I will check in with you constantly.” You nodded along, curious as to what could have made him cancel mid-appointment. “I feel like there is something you aren’t saying.”
“Am I that transparent?” His eyes had a way of holding your gaze, of drawing you in despite the heat crawling up your neck.
“I pride myself in my ability to read people, it makes me good at my job.” He smiled as he sat there, cross-legged and completely at ease.
“Well, you aren’t what I imagined, I mean to say- you aren’t what I pictured when we spoke over the phone.” And he wasn’t, he looked like some lost emperor, his face regal, his movements elegant. This was a man who was in total control of his body.
“Am I an improvement? Or a disappointment?” His voice was neutral, a twinkle in his eye- an understanding that he could read the answer in your fidgeting.
“I think you know.” A nervous laugh fills the room from both of you and suddenly you understand why clients would ask him to join.
“I think I do as well, but words are paramount- I need you to communicate with me if this will work.” He set his cup down and stood, reaching over for the first camera as he smiled. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen- but if there is something you want, you must open that pretty mouth and say it out loud.” He slid some film into his camera before moving the stool away, his eyes back on you. “Shall we begin?” His eyes shine with mischief and you find yourself excited to start.
Here goes nothing.
“Yes I’m ready.” You do your best to make sure you’re presentable, your hands briefly fussing at your hair before they straighten out the simple dress you’d chosen while he goes about moving your bag out of the frame.
“Lovely. First I’m going to just have you get comfortable in that chair, your first instinct will be to pose and I want you to try to fight that, just make the space your own and I will find what I’m looking for.” He fluffs a few floor pillows as he speaks, moves some things around while you do your best to follow his instructions.
It was hard to ignore the camera though, hard not to think of how you’ll show up in the picture, what parts of your body will be highlighted and whether it’ll be flattering or not.
“Pretend you've come here at the end of the day. To this space to unwind. There is no rush, the hard part of the day is through.” His voice is so rich, so calming and you close your eyes to picture it. “Time to relax, to curl up with a good book and a glass of wine.” Your legs draw up close to your body, making yourself as small as you can. “Perfect, move blankets, move pillows, make yourself at home and I’ll adjust things. Keep your eyes closed and don’t mind my hands.” You feel them then, warm and soft on your thigh when he straightens the fabric of your dress.
The camera's shutter isn’t as loud as you’d imagined it would be - not as jarring as you’d thought it would be, instead you imagine yourself at home; imagine yourself in bed.
The soft pad of his thumb smooths your eyebrow slowly, smooths the worry out of your face silently before the soft shutter sounds again, closer now but it doesn’t matter. The camera isn’t there, instead you focus on your breathing, deep breaths in as well as out.
Soft fingertips trace the line of your jaw, tipping your face towards the window and it feels like his fingers are charged with something. A sparkling path burned into the places he brushes that bloom and spread throughout your person. He hums in approval, more shutters and it's so much easier than you would have thought.
One hand slides under your neck like silk for a moment before a pillow is placed underneath, shifting you half onto your back now and it raises your chest, opens you up to the light streaming in around you, calls to mind the classic paintings of the female form and if you hadn’t been so at ease with him you might have laughed.
“Lovely, let’s hold here a moment.” His voice has dropped into something smoky, something simmering under the skin; nothing in the world could let you disobey a voice like that.
More soft shutters.
“Beautiful.”
He’s moving, the sounds come from behind the chair and you try to imagine what it would look like for him, is he taking a picture through the rattan? Does the chair's shadow look like netting?
He’s in front of you again, your ears prickle and track his movements and your heart leaps to feel his hands slide up the soft skin of your thighs.
“May I see more of your skin?” His hands rest on your knees, you nod and a soft breath escapes when he pulls the fabric up to show more of your legs, when his fingers undo a button at your cleavage. “You’re doing wonderfully.” You take another deep, steadying breath and within a moment soft music fills the space, further alleviating the nerves keeping you stiff.
“Much better.” He says it almost to himself but you know he sees your body become more pliant, sees the stiffness in your limbs bleed out into the comfortable nest he's created, all of it infused with the scent of Jasmine and oud and bergamot -the smell of him.
Your lip slips between your teeth at the thought of his mouth tracing the same paths as his fingers-
“Wait, bite your lip for me once more.” His thumb presses at the plush of it, coaxing it slowly back into your mouth- your nipples harden to feel his thumb there, the soft shutters sounding before he’s moved his thumb away and the thought of it being captured makes your cunt ache. “Such a lovely sight my sweet.” There is a smile in his voice, you know he sees through you- sees your visceral reaction when he slides his fingers softly down the curve of your throat, down past your collarbones to rest where another button keeps you hidden.
He sees, and he waits, waits for the words he warned must come all the while the shutters continue to sound and he patiently documents your slow, curated descent into a lustful madness.
“Out loud.” His finger traces soft patterns at the base of your throat, waiting until you open your eyes and breathe out a yes.
He smiles and undoes a few more buttons, his focus now on the skin on display for him, the rise and fall of your chest, the goosebumps that raise in his wake and he moves again. Makes himself comfortable at your feet and your heart races in anticipation.
The camera dangles from his neck as his hands move slowly, tracing up your thighs until the fabric bunches and pools at your waist, until he sees the no-doubt noticeable damp spot between your legs. Your heartbeat races, thumping loudly in your ears as he pulls your legs apart, thrums steadily in your cunt the longer he stares and then he leaves you there - open to his gaze while the shutters sound and he takes pictures of your ruined underwear.
It’s hard not to tense up, hard not to scream from the tension thick enough to slice through permeating every inch of space between you.
“Very lovely - I could photograph you all day like this.” He fiddles with the lens before placing his hand onto the meat of your thigh, the sheer size of it makes you almost pant but you don’t, instead you take another deep breath, take a moment to yourself to calm down. But you can’t calm down, his proximity, his smell, his warm breath ghosting across your heated skin makes it impossible to do anything but melt and burn for him.
“What-” Your voice almost cracks but you steady yourself. “What do your clients usually say, when they ask you to join?” You feel the heat crawling up your neck when his gaze returns to your face, a knowing smile.
“They tell me exactly what they want me to do my sweet. If they want me to kiss them-” He dips his head and presses his lips to your knee and your mouth drops open. “If they want me to touch them-” His palm slides across your inner thigh and then he presses it against the whole of your cunt. “Is that what you want? You want me to touch you?” He doesn’t move, doesn’t alter his pressure and it feels like your body is vibrating with want.
“I can feel the heat coming off you.” He takes another picture and for a moment you can do nothing but swallow thickly. Your body is a live wire and it takes everything in you not to shake, all of it made harder still with your hands pressed into your thighs, the flesh of which spills through your fingers in your will to keep them open.
“Yes.” It comes out as almost a whisper and he doesn't react for a moment, instead he searches your face for something while your heart races and races. Finally he moves and pushes the damp fabric away to reveal your glistening heat.
Its his turn to bite his lip now, his focus solely on the slightly parted lips of your sex before moving the camera up to take another picture. His thumb breaches the seam of you to swipe through the arousal flowing freely, collecting it before moving it up to the ripe little berry of your clit.
It’s wanton the way he looks at you, deeply erotic and you’d be hard pressed to ever remember feeling this aroused- this desired. With every delicious swirl of his thumb your slick flows, the fire of arousal burning bright within every fibre of your being.
Shutters sound as he keeps up his assault, swirling swirling swirling until he dips into your heat again, wetting his thumb in you and all you can do is pant, hold your legs open and pray that he doesn’t stop.
“Look at you, ripe as a peach.” He pulls away and you almost cry, a whimper leaves your mouth as you watch him lick his thumb clean with an almost disrespectful gleam in his eye. “Bursting with honey for me.” A pained sigh escapes you now as he dips his thumb again and this time, he strokes with a purpose - tight circles until the coil snaps and you come with a cry. Again the shutters sound but he gives you no respite, two thick fingers spear into the fluttering clutch of your cunt, thick and scissoring you open for his eyes and his lense and it's so much you can barely think straight.
The orgasm only served to skyrocket your need for him, making you feel almost unhinged.
“I want you.” You reach out your hand and press your fingers to your clit, he smiles and focuses on where your hands almost touch. His splitting you open, your smaller one sweeping over your clit.
“I like this- show me how you like to touch yourself my sweet.” He crooks his fingers inside and touches something white hot while you obey. Your other hand pulls the last few buttons of your neckline open to pinch at a nipple and it’s so good you can barely hear anything over your heartbeat thudding in your ears.
“That's it, you’re doing so well, so wet.” The sounds coming from between your legs are obscene, the wet plunge of his fingers, the shutter of his camera and all too soon you're clenching around his fingers, pushing at them slightly when he doesn’t stop.
“Absolutely gorgeous.” He pressed another kiss to your thigh before licking you off his fingers.
He stands and turns from you, replacing the used film - a dreamy smile creeps onto your face to see him adjusting the sizeable bulge at his crotch. In that moment, as your skin tingles and your arousal flows you almost laugh at the thought of any and all trepidation you’d had over this appointment.
“How do you want me?” You sit up to rest on your elbows while he removes his soft linen shirt, grateful at the golden skin on display now. “Will there be a tripod or something?” You look around momentarily, wondering about the logistics.
“I don’t use them, the pictures are never the same but I would love to have you on your knees- if you’d like that.” He comes to stand before you - letting you decide how you want this to go.
“So you won’t be in the pictures?” You pout slightly before pulling the dress off completely.
“Parts of me will be, my hands, my cock, I want you to be the focus.” He brings his thumb up to swipe at your bottom lip, pressing into it softly, he smiles when you take it into your mouth and you hope your expression is sexy when he takes more pictures.
“So we won’t kiss?” You ask after letting go of his thumb with a pop.
“You want me to kiss you?” He pulls you up to stand in front of him so he can run his free hand up and down your arm, stopping briefly to undo your bra.
“Yes.” You stare at his mouth, his lower lip plump and begging to be bitten.
He brushes his nose against yours for a moment before pressing his mouth to yours, his kiss is chaste at first but it quickly turns. His tongue swiping at the seam of your lips begging for entrance which you gladly grant him. He licks into your mouth with purpose, pressing himself as close as he can with the camera hanging by his side. You sigh into his mouth when you feel his huge hand cup the back of your neck and all of a sudden his tongue is almost obscene in your mouth. It’s aggressive and it makes you drip, a frenzy coming through as he licks into your mouth before he's pulling away, leaving you almost drunk.
He places one last kiss on your neck before he guides you to the pillows and blankets set up on the floor.
The rustling of his clothes reaches your ears as he kneels behind you, his thighs pressed up against the backs of yours and before he touches you the shutters sound, they sound as his palm presses down on your back. They sound as he grabs a handful of your ass, as he pulls your panties down and off. Sounds still as the weeping head of his cock presses against the curve of your ass.
It’s a heady feeling, to feel him pressed up so close with your pussy dripping in anticipation while he takes his time framing his shots, capturing your desperation for him before you finally feel him coating his thick length in your liquid heat.
He groans as he splits you open on his dick in one smooth stroke, holding himself still as you both catch your breath. Your skin is burning up, arousal coursing through your veins like electricity, everything heightened ten times over as the shutters sound behind you.
He rocks slowly, gliding into your soaked cunt over and over, your slick drips out around him as he pulls you apart. You lift your head to stare back at him over your shoulder, seeing him photograph himself entering you and it pulls a throaty moan out of you. He points the camera at you, capturing the no doubt cockdumb expression on your face before he puts it down beside him.
His pace speeds up and it feels like he's battering against your womb, his hands slips around and he pulls you up close. Your back meets the solid wall of his chest and now he holds your breasts with both hands, nipples pinched gloriously between his fingers.
“I wish I could photograph you like this.” He spits the words out into your ear, his panting breath pushing you closer towards the release you're desperate for, the pressure of it blooming in your core.
“Make me come-“ Your fingers reach for him, threading through his fine black waves. “Please, please make me come.” He growls at your words and then his fingers are gliding against your clit. “Yes, right there-“ A truly filthy moan fills the air as you clench around his length.
“There you go sweetling, that’s good, gonna fill you to the brim-“ he grunts with the effort of his fucking into you, his pace growing eratic and after a handful more he seizes- pressing you both forward, he replaces his heavy thrusts with a deep grinding against the plush swell of your ass.
There is sweat beading in your hairline, heat radiating from your face where it's pressed against the crushed velvet of his pillow. He presses a few kisses to your spine before pulling out with a hiss and suddenly he's turning you over to lay on your back. He moves the pillows and blankets before opening your legs and raising your knees to inspect your still-fluttering pussy.
“Stay just like that my sweet, just like that, I want a picture of that gorgeous little cunt full of my come.” He moves pausing to press kisses to your neck on his journey south, again to lick at one stiffened nipple, then the second. He stares at you briefly, his gaze glued to where you can feel him slowly leaking out. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He grabs the camera and takes his pictures, some up close, others with his hand on your thigh and finally- with his fingers pushing into the wet clutch of your puffy, filled pussy.
“You'll have to come back for another session. So many other pictures I’d like to take.” He spreads his fingers inside, somehow making you ache for him again.
“I think we should take more right now.” You pull his fingers from between your legs, and stick them in your mouth - relishing the pained look on his face.
“Oh yes, we’re nowhere near done.”
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Fic Rec Friday Submissions are open!
This week I’m looking for themes!
Summer
Beach
Vacation
Bbq
Forced proximity (in heat? But general forced proximity is good)
Happy for other submissions too but I thought it could be fun to do a theme!
Fandoms:
Pedro Pascal Characters
Oscar Isaac Characters
COD MW Characters
(Definitely not inspired by this beauty!)
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