#praise Pedro

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Could u draw Drew holding pedro?

#cringe cabinet #I have been having some troubles with my hands so I might just draw like this for a bit #idk though #this was really fun to draw #praise Pedro #drew jovel #ibvs #ask kris

[bluebeary-jay]

Face to face

Din Djarin x f!Mandalorian!Reader

Summary: as riduurs, you and Din can finally show your faces to each other without suffering any consequences. but when the time finally comes, your insecurities and fears of rejection come into play, threatening to ruin this important moment

Tags: just pure tooth-rotting fluff, Din and Reader being insecure, they're sweethearts though and so in love, Din being a supporting husband <3, mandalorian customs are probably half-accurate but i did my best in research 😌

Word count: 3K

A/N: haiii guys!! long time no see 🤗 i had this idea ever since i watched s2 of the mandalorian almost a month ago and i'm finally done! thank you to all who stick around and i really hope you'll enjoy my first attempt at writing din (feel free to let me know what you think 🤭)! i love all of you darlings 🥰 and as always, happy reading!! 💕

Din Djarin wouldn’t ever admit it to anyone, but he always wanted a family. The memories of his parents were hazy, but he remembered how much they loved each other and in the depths of his soul longed for a connection like this someday. Being the bounty hunter didn’t give many opportunities to look for a relationship, however, and with time he abandoned the hope for a place and people he could call home. He convinced himself that he was content being on his own.

But then the Child came along, and with it everything has changed. This little wrinkly womp rat became the most precious being in his life and Din was ready to die to protect Grogu – but he never expected that he’d also meet his future riduur because of the kid.

He did. You, a fellow Mandalorian Din spoke to only a couple of times in the hideout on Nevarro, decided to help him on his quest, and from this moment on he didn’t stand a chance. You were everything Djarin admired – brave, compassionate, skillful and kind – and though you both respected the Way of the Mandalore and never removed your helmets in each other’s presence, he knew in his soul that you were beautiful as well.

It was a long road to come to terms with what he felt for you and gather the courage to actually let you know it. But it was all worth it just for this moment when you exchanged your vows and he officially became yours, and you his. Now you were his riduur and he finally had every right to admire and cherish you like you deserved.

And most importantly, he could finally see you. The pair of you talked about this moment a lot during the nights spent on the Crest, tangling your fingers together when the ship was flooded with pitch-black darkness. Din used to whisper to you of his dreams, how he longed to run his eyes over your uncovered body, taking his time to commit to memory every little detail of your physique and expressions. You, with a giddy and wistful tone, told him how impatient you were to at last find out how his lips would feel on yours and what color his eyes were. Even when you both knew you were going to marry, you didn’t rush things and never removed your helmets until your union became official.

But you did see each other’s faces, once, though not in a conventional way. Din remembered it clearly as a day, though his eyes – as well as yours – were covered by a piece of a material the entire time. Both of you were desperate for each other that night, the tension hanging above your heads straining the resolve about waiting. And then came the moment when you didn’t fight it anymore. Instead, you both sat down on Din’s cot and without your sense of sight spent the next hour talking and trailing fingertips down each other’s faces.

Din reminisced about this moment a lot of times. He tried to remember the shape of your features to create a full picture of you in his mind while he laid alone in his bed, longing for your vicinity. Even if your bodies were separated only by the layers of beskar, it was still too far for him.

He didn’t have to wait any longer now.

It was the day of your wedding and Din Djarin never felt happier than in that moment when you recited Mandalorian vows and he got to touch your bare hand again, not covered by a glove, to put a custom-made ring on your finger. It wasn’t a necessary but he wanted to make this day memorable and meaningful for you. A few tears of joy were shed, but his face was still concealed by the helmet, allowing his emotions to take hold of him.

He hadn’t let go of your hand since the small ceremony (if one could even call it that) ended, and you squeezed his palm every few steps as you walked toward a house that was going to be your home for the next couple of days. The Child was being taken care of by other Mandalorians so that you could be completely alone for this special moment.

You were buzzing with excited energy for the whole week prior to your wedding, but now Din could sense his partner’s nervousness. He wasn’t exactly surprised – after all, it has been years for both of you since anyone saw you without your helmet on. But with every moment that you neared the bedroom, you seemed more insular, more withdrawn and hesitant, and Din started to really worry.

“Are you okay, cyar’ika (darling)?”

You slowed down, not answering right away, which caused Din to furrow his brows with confusion. Maybe you didn’t want to do it after all? Maybe it was too sudden for you? Or maybe he came off as too eager?

“Cyar’ika,” he repeated softly, wanting to put you at ease – but it didn’t seem to meet the target. “If you’re not ready…”

“No. No, I’m ready. I just…”

You trailed off. Din wordlessly guided you to the edge of the bed, cradling your hands in his – one gloved one and one not. The light of the setting sun flowed in through the small window and reflected off the hard beskar you both wore, bathing your figure in a beautiful golden light.

He was already so in love with you. What could possibly be the cause of your hesitation?

“I’m just nervous,” you murmured at last with your head bowed, looking at your joined hands. “I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

“Disappointed?” the Mandalorian repeated before he could think, and shook his head slightly. “What are you… What are you talking about? Why would I ever be?”

You lifted your gaze, and though Din couldn’t see your eyes, he could almost feel the weight of your fears on his own shoulders. The modulator in your helmet was hiding any trace of it, but he knew you long enough to recognize the tiniest shift in your body language.

“Ner kar’ta (my heart). I could never be disappointed with you.” He laced his fingers with yours, once again admiring how perfectly they fit together, and lifted them to his chest. “You own my heart and soul now, and nothing will change that.”

He hoped to soothe your nerves, but you were still silent. It wasn’t at all what Mando was expecting from this evening and he was at a loss for what to do to fix it.

“Would it help if I showed you my face first?” he asked after some time, and your head snapped up.

“No.” Even with the modulator, your voice clearly sounded broken and regretful, and it was wounding Din more than anything else could. “We were supposed to do it together.”

“We can,” he assured quietly, swiping his thumb over your knuckles. “But the most important thing to me… is for you to feel comfortable during it. If you want to wait–”

“I don’t.” You untangled your hands from his hold and instead brought them to his chest, placing them on the beskar breastplate. He couldn’t wait to take it off and feel your touch on his skin. “If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t marry you and make you my riduur.”

You leaned forward and lightly bonked your helmets together, a sweet gesture Din loved since the first time you did it.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum or’atu an mayen. (I love you more than anything.) More than life itself.”

“I know,” he answered simply and delicately brought your hands to the edges of his helmet. It was obvious what he was offering you. “That’s why I’m willing to do it for you.”

You were still, not daring to move, and Din nodded slightly to show you that he’s certain of his decision. His heart was beating heavily in his chest, though, and he could feel sweat forming on the back of his neck.

Showing your face to others was one of the worst crimes in Mandalorian culture, but doing it with your riduur was the highest honor that not everyone was fortunate enough to experience. But Din Djarin was among the lucky ones. Even though it was not in a way he always imagined, he didn’t care as long as you were happy.

You gripped the edges of his helmet tighter and a high hiss sounded, a telltale sign that the metal piece was ready to be removed. And slowly – so very slowly – you did. Din felt a flow of cooler air on his hot skin: first his chin, then his cheeks, finally his forehead…

And lastly, he inhaled shakily before lifting his head to look into the void of your visor.

A second passed by. Then two. Then ten, though Din felt like it must’ve been a full minute now. And still you didn’t move, just watched him silently, motionless as a statue.

The Mandalorian swallowed with difficulty, starting to feel very self-conscious. The crisp air cooled the sweat gathering on the nape of his neck and he had to use all his self-control not to fiddle his fingers nervously. He felt so naked and exposed under your gaze, though he absolutely shouldn’t – you were his riduur and there was no reason to feel ashamed or insecure with you. But he couldn’t help worrying: what if he wasn’t what you expected? What if you didn’t find him attractive at all?

Then a movement of your hands drew his attention and he watched, transfixed, as you slowly started to take off your glove, tugging one finger off at a time. Once your hand was freed from the confines of the protective material, you flexed your fingers before lifting both of your palms to his face.

Even though Din was acutely aware of your every move, he still somehow flinched in surprise at your touch, causing you to freeze and search his eyes with the air of concern around you. He quickly gave you a small nod, silently begging you to proceed, and, thankfully, you did. Your fingertips traced his cheeks, so delicately it almost tickled, brushing down the path to his stubble, and then back up to the arch of his nose and eyebrows. Djarin’s eyelids fluttered closed and he let out a shaky breath, giving in to the most amazing sensation that your touch was.

“I knew you had to be the most beautiful being in the galaxy,” you whispered from under your helmet with a voice filled with a plethora of raw emotions. Din regretted not being able to see your face at that moment, but if it would help you feel more comfortable in such a memorable and important situation, he was ready to do anything for you.

“I’m sure you’re a million times more radiant, cyar’ika,” he said back. His voice was weirdly weak and raspy, sounding strangely to him – probably because he knew there was another person hearing him without his helmet on. “Even if I don’t see your face, mesh’la (beautiful), today or ever… The love I have for you will never change or waver. That I promise.”

“It won’t exactly be fair to the Creed if I don’t remove my helmet in front of my husband,” you answered, half-teasing, but Din knew there was a real worry behind your words.

“You know very well there’s nothing said about it in the Creed.” He opened his eyes, offering you a small smile. “And I don’t remember our vows mentioning it, either.”

You clicked your tongue with exasperation, but Din also saw your shoulders relaxing, a sign that some of your nerves ebbed away.

“Gev bic (stop it),” you laughed, letting your hand fall down – but before it could happen, Din caught your wrist and lifted it back to his face. He slowly kissed the inside of your palm, down to the veins disappearing under your sleeve, his eyes fixated on your visor the entire time. His smile grew slightly when he felt a shiver run through you.

“I love you, ner kar’ta,” he whispered. “Even if you’re a half-Hutt under your armor.”

“Don’t push it.”

You let go of his hand and Din’s face fell, fearing that he really went too far. He reached for you but stopped when you straightened up and took a deep breath, your hands going to the last thing that separated you from him – your helmet.

He held his breath and his heart beat erratically as he watched you. He tried not to blink, not wanting to miss the moment when he finally got to see your face. Just the fact that you were willing to do this meant so much to him, but…

Slowly, you took your helmet off and placed it down on the mattress right next to his. Then, a pair of irises gazed into the depths of Din Djarin’s heart.

…you were wrong.

Oh, how wrong you were.

There was no mistaking it that you were by far the most breathtaking sight the Mandalorian had ever laid his eyes on.

The Maker must’ve been overly generous, or maybe favored you, for looking at you… it felt like coming home.

You stared at him with gentle, tentative eyes of the most beautiful color in the world, and Din would’ve gladly lost himself in them. Your lips, so tempting and soft-looking, were parted slightly as you awaited his reaction, but he couldn’t move. He just watched, spellbound, and wondered if this truly is reality and not some cruel, elusive dream.

He hadn’t felt such awe even when he saw Grogu doing his magic for the first time. Hadn’t felt such elation even when a new skin made of beskar was forged just for him. Had never before felt such love in his life.

You were a wonder. A miracle.

“Cyare?”

Your voice sounded almost fearful to your ears, but you couldn’t help it – Din seemed unable to utter even a word, and panic started to flood your veins when you noticed tears gathering in his dark, beautiful eyes. “Din–”

But before you could move away, he slipped off the bed and knelt by your feet. You were so taken aback by this action that you didn’t even react when he cradled both of your hands in his and pressed lingering kisses to your fingers, one after another.

“If I could, I’d marry you all over again,” he rasped, meeting your gaze with so much love and adoration in his brown eyes that it took your breath away. “How did I get so lucky…?”

“I think I’m the lucky one,” you let out a breathless laugh of relief, your pupils darting across the lines and grooves of his face. “You… you’re not just saying that, right?”

“Cyar’ika, look at me.” He gently tilted your chin up, making your eyes meet his. For a second he faltered, parting his lips in wonder at the feeling of your skin under his fingertips, before he swallowed and gazed at you again. “Do you doubt my words?”

No. There was really no questioning his motives. You knew Din was as honest as one could be and there were only your own insecurities at play here. But the longer you looked at him, his expression so full of love and devotion, the less relevant your own doubts were becoming.

You couldn’t think of anything else but him.

“I really want to kiss you,” you whispered instead of answering, and his face broke into a wide, joyous grin. “Can I–?”

The Mandalorian didn’t even wait for you to finish – the second those words left your mouth, he surged forward and pressed his lips to yours forcefully, eliciting a surprised sound out of you, which soon turned into a needy whimper. You didn’t give him a chance to back away and instantly tangled your fingers into his hair, moving clumsily to be closer to him.

But when you attempted to climb onto his lap, your breast plates collided with a metallic clank, forcing the pair of you to put some space between you. Din huffed with frustration, while you laughed and cupped his face in your hands.

“You’re quite impatient for a bounty hunter,” you accused him playfully, nudging your nose with his. You took a deep, calming breath, wanting to surround yourself with the smell of him completely, but your riduur didn’t let you indulge for long.

He moved quickly and, without a warning, kissed you briefly again – and then one more time. It was more like a light peck, and you longed to feel his tongue inside your mouth once more, but at the same time relished in every sensation that his lips brought. Every touch he gave you was something infinitely precious.

“I’ve waited longer than you,” he murmured. His hands were already moving, taking off the beskar on his forearms and shoulders, reaching where he could without removing you from his lap just yet. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, cyar’ika.”

You smiled widely and looked up from his deft fingers to throw another teasing comment, but in one second you lost your train of thoughts.

Because Din was blushing.

The feared Mandalorian’s face – a face you were finally allowed to see whenever you desired – was sprinkled with redness across his cheeks and ears. And you were the cause of that.

The thought of it almost caused your eyes to water.

“What are you looking at, mesh’la?”

Your eyes found him again and you smiled brightly, causing Din’s heart to skip a couple of beats.

You took his stubbly chin in-between your fingers and brought his lips closer, planting a soft kiss there that had the Mandalorian melting. He covered your hand with his, feeling the band on your finger under his own.

A miracle.

“I’m looking at you.”

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin x you #din djarin #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #din djarin fluff #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fic #this man needs to be PRAISED he needs to be LOVED and CHERISHED !!!!! #imagine having pedro pascal's face and still being insecure 😔 /j

[martiansodas-blog]

Talk me through it

• Joel Miller x reader

• Summary: Your sexual experiences were never a priority for your partners. They never even cared for you when it was over. When your friend Joel finds out, he wants to be the one to change that.

• Contents: Smut, age gap, friends to lovers, huge praise kink, aftercare, fluff.

• Authors note: My first fic in a few years… would love your feedback! ☺️ I take requests babies.

Your body in Jackson but your mind a million miles away, you were daydreaming about a man two decades your senior.

What did his hands feel like after a hard day of work? Coarse and dry most likely.

But we’re they gentle when they came in contact with someone else? When they were taking off someone’s clothes…

Snap out of it

He’s simply a regular at the bar. An acquaintance. And even that was pushing it. The only people he truly softened for was Ellie and Tommy.

You gaze at the clock : one hour left. The last hour is always the longest. Most customers had filtered out and you were cleaning with your coworker Amanda.

“How did your date go?” You asked

“Didn’t know if he was my type at first, but after he ate me out I decided he was.”

You tried to chuckle with her but your body cringed.

“You enjoy that?” You asked embarrassed.

It seemed like everyone liked it but you. Was there something wrong with you? Dumbfounded Amanda looked back at you.

“You don’t?”

“I don’t know, receiving head is just…boring. It’s not painful, it’s not exciting, it’s just meh. I’d rather move on to the main event, ya know?”

Her expression didn’t change.

“What are you talking about!? Receiving is practically the only thing that makes being born female worth it.” You both laughed as you stood on your tip toes to put a glass away.

Your words made Joel’s whole body stiff.

One night with me. One night with me and I’ll give you the head you deserve. Stupid boys your age don’t know how to pleasure a woman.

He couldn’t say that tho, especially not in public. Hell go for something calmer.

“Maybe you just haven’t been with an experienced enough person.”

You jolt around in shock. You had no idea until now he was in the bar, let alone listening to your conversation.

“Um, yeah, maybe. It’s not a big deal for me.”

You shrugged the topic off and quickly turned around making yourself busy. You went beat red knowing the most attractive man in town heard about your sex life, or lack thereof.

It’s a big deal for me, you’re torturing me here.

Joel decided he shouldn’t say anything else and risk making you uncomfortable, it wasn’t his intention. Without saying another word he headed home.

“Maybe he’s right, maybe you should have a night with someone older.” Amanda said in a suggestive voice. When you laughed this time it was out of awkwardness.

“Good one, I don’t think so. Im not one for one night stands. Plus, in a commune this size, Ive had a good look around and haven’t been attracted to any guys.”

Lie.

You and Joel were on good terms. You don’t use the word ‘friends’ because Joel isn’t really friends with anyone. At least he wouldn’t say that. He doesn’t let his walls go down enough for that. But he does care about his inner circle and that’s obvious.

You could tell you were one of the people he softened for. Mainly it was Tommy and Ellie, but somehow you always managed sneak your way in there. Most of the reason being you were giving him drinks.

Your affection for him was one sided, but it didn’t matter. He was never going to find out. Your crush just gave you something to look forward to during work.

• • •

It’s an hour before closing and Joel had yet to come in. Odd. Maybe he was under the weather today.

Pulling you from your thoughts was the bell of the door opening.

Speak of the devil

“Hey! Was wondering when you’d show up.”

He smiled at you. Thats rare. He liked a little too much that you wanted to see him. He wanted to see you too, he just still not good at expressing his emotions and letting people in.

“Whiskey?” You assumed.

“Actually, I was thinking of not drinking here tonight.”

The smirk on his face showed that he had a plan but you couldn’t figure out what in the world it was.

Why would he come to a bar if he wasn’t going to drink?

“How about I be the bartender for once. I hope that’s not forward of me to ask, but would you like to come by my place after your shift? If you’re too tired I understand-“

“Yes that sounds great, yes.” You could hear your smile in your voice.

“Alright then, peach. You know which house is mine. See ya then.” He got up and walked away.

Peach. He’d never called you that before.

Yes, you did know which house Joel lived in, but you’ve never been in it. You wondered what kind of decorations he hung up. Did it smell like him? You could barely stand still the remainder of your shift.

You have to put away your school girl crush.

• • •

As soon as it hit the hour you threw off your apron and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

You wished makeup survived the apocalypse, just a little to make your eyes pop.

What are you doing? He’s not your boyfriend.

You really must stop letting your mind wander. You ran your fingers through your hair and tried to get the smell of spilt beer off you. You don’t know what to expect. You’ve never hung out with Joel like this.

A few minutes later you’re knocking on his door. Nearly vibrating with nerves.

He opens it and

God

There’s that enchanting smile again.

It’s contagious. For a few seconds you two just gaze at each other with grins.

“Hey” you said shyly

“Glad you came, come on in.”

He opened the door as far as it went and you stepped in.

Definitely Joel Millers place.

Not much decorations, but his presence is here. Things Ellie has made for him hung around the living room. Things that survived of his from before the apocalypse. It felt homey. It felt safe.

He led the two of you into the living room. When your legs hit the couch you let out a sigh.

There were already two cold beers and glasses of water on the coffee table in front of you. Normally you don’t like to drink because you’re around it almost everyday and the smell gets annoying. But with Joel it seemed fun.

You both picked up your bottles and instead of making small talk or clinking the drinks together, you just nodded at each other and sipped.

Oh wow, this was actually kind of good. Where did he get this from? You groaned as it warmed your body.

“Haven’t been able to rest that much today. Work was busy. This is nice, Miller.”

He shifted closer to you. Closer than a acquaintance would normally sit. Not that you’re offended, you almost feel flattered. Joel speaks in actions.

“As long as you don’t go tellin people I’m nice.” He joked

“I like nice Joel.” Your voice wasn’t light anymore. “I hope I get to see more of him.”

You knew once those words came out of your mouth that they pushed a boundary. It’s a miracle anyone in this type of world is nice. It’s not an expectation you have anymore.

Your sentence didn’t seem to bother him, though. He stared at you for a few beats. He scooted once again until your knees touched. You’d never been this close to him, it was making your face get hot.

You both seem to have fallen into a comfortable silence, studying each other. There are details on his face you’ve never seen before. He pulled off facial hair like no other. His beard a mix of white, gray and brown.

You don’t know how long it stayed like this, but when you looked up at him to feel out the situation, he wasn’t looking back at you.

He was looking at your lips. You assumed they were dry or you had something on them. Instinctively you licked them.

“Don’t do that to me.” He whispered.

Your heart stopped.

“What?”

Instead of answering he put his hands on each side of your face. You made eye contact and thought you must be dreaming.

I’ve had dreams of him before, this must be another one.

But no. You can smell the drink he had and feel his big hands.

“Do you trust me?” He asked. You didn’t need time to think.

“Yes.”

In milliseconds your lips touched.

If this is a dream I never want to wake up.

The kiss starts gentle. Feather light. Sweet. Your noses bumping into each other. Not at all what you expected from Joel Miller.

You press your face into his to make the kiss more intense, but he puts his hands on your shoulders to keep you where he can be tender.

You pull away. Both taking a moment to process.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks.

You can’t help but laugh because who wouldn’t want him. Especially after that kiss.

“I’ve been wanting you for so long.”

He breaks out into the biggest smile you’ve seen. Any nerves or unfamiliarity between you two is gone.

“Com’ere”

Now you’re both giggling and hugging. So happy that feelings have been confessed.

Your head nuzzled into his neck gave the perfect opportunity to whisper in his ear.

“You’re not going to break me. I want you to kiss me like I’m not delicate.”

Something snapped in him.

Maybe it was your warm breath on his ear, maybe it was that you were close enough to straddling him but not there yet. Maybe it’s because he thinks you’re the most beautiful woman in town, no, on earth.

He grabs your face with more force this time. Kissing you aggressively. You enjoyed how his fingers dug into your jaw. You gasped and he took the opportunity to introduce his tongue to yours.

He grabbed your legs and settled you over him. It was obvious he was strong but goddamn. He lifted a fully grown woman like it was nothing. It made a fire start in your lower belly.

“I need you. I need you right here on this couch.”

You didn’t respond. Too drunk on him already. You knew once his cock touched you there’d be no thoughts left in your brain.

He chuckled at your state, snapping his fingers to get your attention.

“Sweetheart are you with me?”

“Yeah sorry, I just can’t believe I’m doing this with you. You’ve already made me feel better than any guys I’ve been on dates with and-” your words got muffled by you taking off your shirt. You went braless today.

Now Joel was the speechless one. Staring at your chest. Running his hands up and down your sides.

She isn’t real. She can’t be.

“You’re so … beautiful. Now I really can’t wait, darlin.”

With the same urgency as before he picks you up and laid you out on the couch. Kissing your stomach, not giving you time to process.

He continues kissing down your body while unbuttoning your jeans. He rips them off along with your underwear in one motion.

Jesus, fuck.

“You’re already dripping for me, aren’t you babe?”

“Yes, it’s all for you.”

He lets out a noise that can best be described as feral.

“But, um, you don’t have to do that. It’s not a big deal to me.”

The man looked up at your from between your thighs.

“Will you let me have a taste? If you say stop, I’ll stop.”

“…Okay.”

“Mmm, let me show you how a real man makes you feel.”

All apprehension and doubts you had floated away. Joel licked up both sides of your folds slowly, and you swore you could cum right then.

Your core fluttered around nothing. You needed it again and again and again. He was taking his time with you. Mapping your body out. His tongue making sure to know every inch of you.

The deeper his tongue went, the more your body relaxed. You don’t think it has ever relaxed this much.

The house filled with sinful noises. Your moans, him lapping against you, the couch cousins being gripped.

When he groaned it sent vibrations through your whole body, pushing you closer to the edge.

He went back to licking you from bottom to top. Flattening his tongue as much as possible. Leaving a kiss on your clit before going to the other side.

I love it when he does that. God.

He started to pick up his pace. Inserting his tongue as deep as it goes. Eating you out like a starved man. And he was. You were his new favorite meal. He’s perfectly fine with not getting laid tonight and doing this instead.

“Fuck please- ohh-”

He loves that he can make you sound like that. It makes his cock beg to get out of his pants.

“Joel,” you whimpered out, grabbing his hair.

“I can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me. You’re the sweetest fuckin thing.”

His words were sweet but his tone was filthy. It made your back arch. He knew you were close. He kicked it up a notch and inserted a finger in you.

You gasped at the size and feel. You could finally clench around something and your body was so happy.

“Fuck it feels so good! I’m close.”

I know you are

“You’re doing so good.”

He added a finger and moved them in a come hither motion.

You were done for. His calloused hands bringing you to release. He kept pumping in and out of you, getting all he could of your liquid. When he saw you regaining your breathing he removed his hand.

Laying there for a few minutes with half lidded eyes, you felt like you were on drugs. You were trying to find your composure but your body wouldn’t stop tingling.

The man who just gave you your best orgasm crawls up and appears in your view.

“Hey there sweetheart.”

He has the biggest smirk on his face, arms on either side of you. You don’t care. You’d give everything up if it meant you’d get more of his talent in your future.

“That was incredible.” You exhale

“For me, too.”

In what was becoming classic Joel Miller fashion, he presses the gentlest of kisses to your lips, then rests his forehead against yours.

“Did I wear you out?”

“Not yet.”

“Good. I have a lot planned.”

You bite your lip in anticipation.

“Oh yeah, cowboy?”

He liked the nickname.

“Yeah, but I prefer to fuck my pretty lady on my bed.”

With that he stood up and carried you bridal style to his room. It was darker in there with one orange lamp on which made the mood even more sensual. He placed you on his bed and resumed the position he was in before.

“I’m gonna make sure you feel me tomorrow, sweetheart.”

You let out a whimper. Crashing into another kiss.

It was his turn to take off clothes.

You hastily unbuttoned his flannel and threw it across the room. He would laugh at your urgency if he wasn’t just as bad.

You smooth your hand over his new bare skin. Soft with scars. You reached his belt and he pushed your hands away to do it himself. Taking the belt then his jeans off much faster than you could’ve.

You stared at his outline, unable to mask your expression. You can tell he’s big without even seeing it yet. By the smirk on his face, he knows it too. You were really boosting his ego tonight.

“You gonna gawk all night or should I take it out?”

Fuchsia creeping onto your cheeks.

“I don’t think I’ve been with anyone your caliber before.” You say meekly, still looking at his clothed cock.

He bring his face right above yours and tilts your chin so your eyes meet.

“Sweet girl, I’ll be gentle. I’ll start slow for you.”

You’re reassured. You feel safe with him.

“Okay. I’m ready.”

He brings his lips to meet yours once more. Not breaking it while he tugs off his boxers.

Your breath quickens as you get nervous again. He immediately takes notice and strokes your cheek. Caring about you in every touch.

You feel the head of his cock meet your entrance. Your head falls back against the pillows. He takes this as a sign to push in a few inches deeper.

“That’s my girl.”

Your gasps like angels singing. Your legs squeezing around me because you need more.

Joel goes like this for several minutes. Pushing in, letting you adjust, making sure he doesn’t immediately cum, then pushing again.

You needed movement. Unable to control the pleas that left your mouth.

“Joel, fuck me. I can take it. Stretch me out.”

He can’t say no to you. Especially when you’re like this.

He pulls almost completely out of you then slams back in. Going from 0 to 100. His tip touching your cervix.

He was reaching depths of you no man ever had before. You couldn’t help but be loud.

“I know baby, I know. Let it all out.”

His words made you moan even more. You’re so turned on it got caught in your throat. No one had ever talked you through it before. No one had said such dirty things to you while making you feel this good. No one has made you feel as good as you deserved.

“So good. So good for me.”

You were so wet it was seeping out of you and onto the sheets. You’ve had the briefest feel of him and are already addicted. You rolled your hips into him and hooked your legs around his waist. Instantly he groaned at the feeling.

“Just like that baby, there you go.” His low voice registered in your ear. You always admired the sound of his voice but you never thought it’d be praising you. It was a fucking drug.

He kissed you hard on the mouth and it made the little bit of your body you had control over go limp. He took this opportunity to take your hands and pin them together above your head. It turned you on so much, your back began to arch. Anyone within a ten mile radius would be able to hear you.

Joel had to focus to get a complete sentence out because of how tight you were clenched around him.

“You sound so good. I love hearing how I make my girl feel. You’re so spent on my cock, aren’t you?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Of course you are. Never truly been taken care of, have you?

“N-No.” you whimpered.

“Think you can take more of me, sweet thing?” He let your hands go so he could caress your cheek.

You were nervous but you nodded.

“Good girl.” He smirked at you when he said it. He loved how much power he had over you.

He grabs your legs and put them over his shoulder. With intense speed starts fucking you again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he pulled obscene noises from your mouth.

“Oh god oh god”

“That’s my girl. I love being buried in your perfect cunt.”

Your back was arching, your fists were gripping the sheets and your clit was throbbing. Your orgasm was nearing quickly.

Your moans got higher and closer together as your legs squeezed around him.

“Words baby, use your words.”

“Fuck, I’m close. Oh I’m close, oh Joel please. It feels so fucking good.”

He knew exactly what you needed. He circled your clit with his rough thumb and continued to thrust into you hard.

“Good girl, cum for me. Cum on my cock.”

“Oh god oh god-”

You came harder than you ever have before. Leaving a mess on and beneath you. Your ears have a light ringing in them and you were seeing stars. You couldn’t even register if Joel was still near you until you felt a warm washcloth bringing you back to reality.

You opened your eyes and saw him. Someone you knew now you couldn’t live without.

He delicately rubbed one of your legs with one hand and cleaned you up with the other. Making sure you wouldn’t be uncomfortable if you fell asleep right there, which after that experience, was likely.

His actions are a huge juxtaposition to his reputation. He is not stoic and harsh and self centered. He is caring and affectionate and thoughtful.

You smiled up at him while half asleep.

“Thank you.” You managed to choke out. Your voice was half gone.

“Of course, darlin. It’s only the decent thing to do.”

He tossed the cloth on the floor and placed a soft blanket under where you both came. He’d wash the sheets later.

“No guy I’ve been with has really given me aftercare before…”

For some reason saying that was more venerable than the act you just did with him. Your face feels hot.

“You deserve so much more than what’s been given to you. And I don’t just mean with sex.”

You knew if either of you said much else you’d burst into tears. You made grabby hands at him and the two of you fell into a warm cuddle, touching as much of each others skin as possible.

“Goodnight, cowboy.”

He kisses your forehead.

“Goodnight, peach.”

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[slutforln4]

libertine — joel miller.

synopsis. you've been having sexual fantasies about the substitute professor at your college. when the opportunity to get a better mark on a shitty essay you wrote arises, you take it. quite literally take it.

pairing. professor!joel x student!reader/fem!reader

warnings. smut, a smidge of fluff at the end, masturbation in a public bathroom, joel's got a southern accent that i tried to make obvious in the fic (if it's crappy, 'm sorry), oral (m receiving), unprotected piv, inexperienced and virgin reader, age gap (reader is in their early 20s and joel's in his late 40s), dom/sub dynamics praise kink, dirty talk. idk what else there is...

goes without saying but this is 18+, MDNI. i'm not responsible for what typa media you consume, but beware for your own good.

word count. 2.6k

author's note. i haven't written smut before so here's my shot at the self-indulgent professor!joel hc that i have... hope you enjoy ❤️ part two in the makings if this does well!!

Classic literature didn't come easy to you, but fucking your professor did.

It started off as every normal day at college did— you flow through your entire schedule, some free time here and there, during which you manage to take a nap or catch up on missing assignments, and at the end of almost every day, you were met with the class you hated, but also loved, the most… Classic literature.

The class itself is fairly easy. All you had to do was read some novels, write essays based on topics from said novels and also write a thorough analysis of it. Easy stuff. But you struggled with the essay writing, it just wasn't your thing.

However, you can't say that you didn't enjoy the class. The most interesting part of it being that substitute professor, Mr. Miller, that just transferred in. Him and that Texan accent of his, those deep, brown eyes, that salt-and-pepper hair trailing down his jaw, those luscious thighs and whatever's hiding behind the zipper of his jeans… You can't stop thinking about it.

It’s been occupying your mind for however long he's been working at your college, and you can't help but have those thoughts when it comes to him. From the way he looks, down to the way he talks about love, he’s attractive inside and out. The way he talks about women, though, was the thing that caught your attention the most. He speaks so highly of them that it almost seems like he worships them, which makes you want to fuck him all the more.

The day you decided to put your mind to rest and have your body do the work, Mr. Miller had put up another assignment.

You dreadfully open up your email at the beginning of class, and groan when the body of it reads “Essay about the importance of expressing love in current youth based on your analysis of Romeo and Juliet due next week Thursday, midnight.”

Turning off your phone, you assert your attention back to your professor. He stood there, in his suit and all, looking more delicious than ever as he reminded your class to check their emails. The stern tone in his voice made your insides flutter, and the way he held onto his waist… God, you can't help but rub your thighs together to hide the throbbing between your legs, already feeling the wetness in your panties.

“Alright, pull out ya laptops and open up that website I told y’all about,” Mr. Miller says, and you’re the first one to obey his order. He gives you a look and when your eyes lock with his, he smiles at you. “As I already mentioned in the emails, we’ll be readin’ and analysin’ Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.”

The more he spoke, the less you could pay attention. Your eyes travelled all over his face, his chest, down to his crotch. Even without a hard-on, there was an imprint in his dress pants. Mr. Miller was the type to speak with his hands, resulting in you ogling at the way his fingers move in the air.

Mr. Miller begins talking about how love is portrayed in the tragedy, his tone changing with each point he makes. You stare at his lips, silently wishing they were on your body, somewhere. Anywhere would be fine as long as all his attention was on you. On all the parts that long for his touch.

You try your best to focus on what he’s saying, writing down what you need to remember. Your thighs are clenching together again when Mr.Miller scratches the back of his head, his bicep visible through the sleeve of his jacket. That’s about as much as you can take.

You hesitantly get up from your seat, mumbling a quiet “excuse me” as you walk out through the doors. It must've looked weird, since you ran out the door in such a rush, but you didn't care. Your main concern was finding a bathroom before all the thoughts about your professor fucking you into oblivion could make you cum on the spot.

You hurry past all the staff that are scattered across the halls and barge into the women’s bathroom. It's quiet and you’re sure you're alone, but you still check. “Hello?” No response. You hurry yourself into a stall and lock the door.

You don't even lift the toilet seat when you sit down on it, your skirt and panties on the floor. You spread your legs and put your fingers into a V shape, spreading your lips open. Using your other hand, you gather some of the arousal that’s been leaking out of you for the past twenty minutes and use it to coat your clit as your finger slowly rubs circles on it.

"That’s it,” you can almost hear Mr. Miller talking in your ear. “That’s my girl.”

“Fuck,” you mumble to yourself, feeling yourself getting more horny with the flood of thoughts that won't stop. Your finger rubs circles on your clit, increasing the pressure from time to time. Subconsciously, your hand unbuttons the shirt you’re wearing to reveal your bare chest and begins twirling your hard nipple. You imagine it's his hands, that he’s the one pleasuring you. Your finger’s now working at a pace you can't keep up with, quietly moaning out your professors last name when you use the hand that was rubbing your clit to finger yourself.

One finger in and you’re already gasping at the image on the back of your eyelids. You’re imagining it's his fingers in you, his cock in his other hand as he jerks himself off. You put a second finger in and start thrusting it in and out, when the image changes to his hips clashing into yours as his dick hits spots your fingers could only dream of. Your hips jolt against your fingers at the image of his veiny cock so vividly throbbing in your imagination.

You bring your other hand down to your clit, rubbing the throbbing nub once again. “Fuck,” you whimper as you feel your climax nearing. Your fingers curl inside you, and you’re about to let go.

“Attagirl,” the voice in the back of your head says and that’s the last push for you to cum all over your own fingers, your juices leaking out onto the toilet seat. You continue rubbing your clit until your climax wears off.

When you’re back in the classroom, everyone's already left, only Mr. Miller’s sat at his desk, typing away. His eyes look up at you when you enter through the door. “Oh, hey. I kept your stuff safe, since ya left in such a rush.” A comforting smile decorates his face. He’s so considerate it makes your clit throb again.

“Uh, thank you, sir.” You mumble shyly, packing your stuff into your bag and getting ready to leave. Mr. Miller’s eyes are on you when you turn back towards him.

He clears his throat. “I also wanted to speak to ya ‘bout somethin’.”

“Oh,” you nod. “Alright, what is it?”

“Listen, sweetheart. Y’know the last essay I assigned you to write?” He asks, eyebrows raised in question. You bite your bottom lip as you think back on what the last assignment was. When you remember, you nod. “Alright, well… You didn't do too good on it.”

“I know,” you laugh awkwardly, trying to hide the shame you feel. “It wasn't my finest work.”

“Yeah.” He laughs with you in an attempt to ease the situation. “But, uh. You can rewrite it and I’ll raise your mark. Whaddya say?”

You think it over for a moment, before shaking your head. “I think I could…” You’re not sure where this confidence is coming from, but you’re suddenly approaching him. “Get my mark up another way…” Your eyes glance down at his crotch and you bite your lip. When Mr. Miller realises what you’re insinuating, he shakes his head, but his eyes say different.

“Honey, it goes against teacher-student policy, you know that.” He reminds you, but you’re already on your knees in front of him and under his desk, batting your long eyelashes at him to get your way. His bulge grows right in front of your face and you don't think anymore, you just do. Your fingers are unclasping his belt, unzipping his pants and pulling them down. “Sweetheart-” he gets cut off by his dick springing up after you pull his boxers down, precum already leaking out of it. “Fuck.”

You look at him, not sure of what to do. You’ve never sucked a dick before, and the one in front of you would surely end up somehow fucking up your throat. You contemplate just sitting down on it, riding it like you did to your pillow when you woke up from a wet dream about him. That is, until he speaks. “You gonna stare at it or suck it like you wanted to?”

The tone in his voice changed from formal and sweet to deep and dominant, and you’re wet again from just the sound of it. “I’ve never, uh… done this before.”

Mr. Miller nods his head towards you. “Put your lips on the tip,” you do as told, your lips wrapping around the tip of his cock. “Just like that,” he says, his voice wavering. “Now put it in your mouth,” you hesitate to do so, instead wrapping your fingers around the base of his large cock. “Don't be shy, you want your mark up, don't ya?”

You nod, slowly opening your mouth to put more of his cock in. When it hits the back of your throat, you gag a bit. “Breathe through your nose, babygirl.” You do as told and the gagging goes away. “Now, slowly bob your head up and down. Yeah, just- just like that, fuck.” You're bobbing your head up and down on his dick, your fingers working at the base of it. His hips buckle and his dick thrusts deeper in your throat. A moan rumbles in your throat and vibrates on Mr. Miller’s dick, and he has to refrain himself from shoving his whole dick down your throat.

“Fuck, just like that,” he moans. “Good girl.” The praise makes you that much more wet, and you moan against his dick again.

Suddenly, the door swings open and Mr. Miller sits up, looking at whoever entered his classroom. Your mouth doesn't leave his cock, you simply thrust it in your mouth harder, using your tongue to caress his shaft. “Good evening,” he greets the janitor who came in to clean the classroom. “I, uh, I still got some,” Mr. Miller balls his fingers into a fist as he holds back a moan, trying his best to focus on the conversation with your mouth still sucking him off. “I’m still workin’, gimme thirty more minutes.”

The door closes behind the janitor and Mr. Miller leans back against his chair, his eyes half-lidded and looking down at you. He feels his orgasm nearing when you begin pumping the base of his cock again, along with thrusting his dick into your mouth. “I’ll be cummin’ in your mouth if you don't pull away right now, sweetheart.”

Your mouth leaves his cock, but your fingers still jerk him off. A deep moan leaves his lips as a string of hot cum shoots out in loads onto your clothed chest and neck. You’re still pumping his dick when he motions for you to get up. You stand up from under his desk and he’s immediately pulling you closer to himself. You're sat on his lap, dick still hard and rubbing on your belly as his lips connect with yours. He can still taste himself in your mouth and he smirks at that.

His hands are on your knees, but with each kiss, they inch closer and closer to where you need him the most. When he reaches the wet spot on your panties, he grins against your mouth. “So ready for me, hm?”

You nod, whimpering at the soft contact of his finger to your clothed clit. “Yes, Mr. Miller, please-”

“Call me Joel,” he mumbles as his fingers wrap around the waistband of your panties and tug them off of you. He slowly grabs you by the waist and aligns his cock with your dripping cunt.

“Wait-” you pause kissing him when you feel the tip brushing up against your folds. “I haven't- Y’know…”

Joel smirks. “You a virgin, baby?” You nod, slowly. “I’ll take care of ya, I promise.” You feel his finger rub over your hole, gathering some of your slick to rub it on his dick.

His hands slowly lower your waist down, his cock slipping past your folds with ease and you gasp at the feeling of him filling you up. It’s everything you’ve been dreaming of. He’s so big that it feels like you’re being split open. “You okay?” He asks you with a kiss to your collarbone. You nod, your bottom lip between your teeth and hands tightly gripping onto his shoulders. “Good, ‘cause this ain't all of it yet,” he says, voice low and taunting, before lowering you all the way down. You whimper as you feel his cock brush against your cervix.

“Fuck,” you whisper, leaning up to kiss his lips as you adjust to the size of him. Joel just holds you there, not moving you until you’re ready. His fingers find your throbbing clit and start rubbing it, your lips still connected. “Mmh,” you moan, your hips jolting towards his fingers and moving his dick deeper inside of you.

You begin pushing yourself up and slipping back down, a string of moans leaving your lips. “Attagirl.”

You’re riding his cock, feeling each and every inch of him filling up your insides. You can feel every throb of his veins pulsing inside of you and you catch all his moans with your lips. His hands are gripping your hips, pulling you down with more force. The classroom is filled with sounds of skin clashing on skin. You’re moaning and whimpering, his cock threatening to tip you over the edge. “I’m… I-” you can't even speak.

“You what, baby?” He asks, his thumbs digging into your hips with the intensity of your thrusts. “You gonna cum for me? You gon’ be a good girl and cum all on my dick?” You can't manage to speak so you nod, tears spilling from your eyes as you feel your climax approaching.

He’s thrusting up at you, now, his climax approaching him again. You're a moaning and whimpering mess, begging him to make you cum with the broken words you’re mumbling. “Ple- Please… Fu-uck, Joel…”

“Let go for me,” he coaxes, his lips right by your ear. “I got you, pretty girl.”

With a loud moan, you’re cumming all over his dick and you feel his hot liquid fill up your insides with a couple more thrusts of his hips. Joel kisses you again. Like a starving man that hasn't eaten for days on end. He kisses you with passion, with more than just lust behind those eyes.

When you both pull away, he makes sure to clean you up. “You were so good for me, sweetheart.” He praises. “So good.”

You’re not sure what to say, so you just kiss him again. And again. And one more time. Until he’s kissing on your neck again, but he inevitably stops and leans into your ear. “I gotta get to work, baby.”

“Okay,” you say with a sigh. “Thanks for helping me with the essay,” your lips pull into a small smirk as you open the door to his classroom.

“All thanks to you.” He returns the same smile. “Couldn’t have finished it without you.”

You shake your head with a laugh. “You’re so unfunny,” and close the door behind yourself.

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[chaotic-mystery]

hiii, congrats on 900 followers, you deserve it! I'd like to make a request if it's not too much trouble. dbf!Joel is talking to a female client and the reader is jealous because she thinks she is immature for Joel and that if he has the chance he would prefer someone closer to his age. I'm sorry if you haven't been taking requests and thank you for your attention <3

oh bestie, the way I'm just now seeing this, I am so sorry this is late but ty! ily!

everyone say thanks to @peterhollandkait for helping me with this! <3

CW: Smut! Minors DNI, angst, established relationship, secret relationship, implied age gap (reader is mid 20's and Joel is late 30's, oral (f receiving), cum eating, praise, talking you through it.

You tried not to think anything of Joel answering his phone in the middle of your secret dinner dates at this little diner he loved taking you to, but it was hard as it became more frequent. The constant texting at the table while the waitress is trying to tell you the specials, the calls as he’s dropping you off and too busy trying to answer the phone he won’t give you even a peck goodnight. You had no idea what it was about and every time you’d casually bring it up, he’d tell you, “don’t worry your pretty head, doesn’t matter.” That was all fine and dandy until one night as he’s picking you up at your apartment, you walked out to his truck and you could hear a woman’s voice on the other side of the phone. Your blood was boiling and your face was hot as all the worst ideas came flooding into your mind. Was he seeing someone else? Did he no longer like you? Was this just a fling to him?

He hurried off the phone and opened your door from the inside, leaning across the seat with a smile. “How’s my favorite girl?” He questions as you climb into the passenger seat, the pure look of annoyance on your face. “I’m fine Joel. Can we just go eat? I’m kind of tired and I don’t want to be out all night.” You rest your head on your fist as you look out the window and you feel a soft squeeze on your thigh. “We sure can sweetheart, we just have to stop at the office before we go, okay?” His tone is trying to sound reassuring, but the knot in your stomach isn’t easing up at all. 

The ride to his office is almost dead silent had it not been for the radio faintly playing in the background. The gravel crunches under the tires as he pulls into the lot and you notice an older woman standing outside of her car. She’s close to Joel’s age and you gotta admit, she looks amazing in her little power suit she’s got on. Joel throws the truck in park and he brushes your cheek with his thumb to get your attention. “I’ll be ten minutes and then I’m all yours, okay darlin?” His fingers pinch your earlobe gently and he’s gone before you can turn your head to respond. Your eyes watch as he hugs the woman and walks her inside, the door shutting quickly behind them. 

The windows of the office were too dark to see in because of the setting sun, so you could only imagine what was happening. You put your feet up on the dashboard, holding your knees to your chest as you tried to keep your thoughts at bay. Sweat started to form on your forehead as the sun was falling behind the hills, casting a beautiful orange glow on your face. This was gonna be a long night.

He told you he’d only be ten minutes but that quickly turned into twenty minutes and that turned into thirty minutes. You started dozing off as the breeze flowed through the windows when you heard the office door open and Joel was walking behind the woman. She was smoothing her hair as she looked straight at you, a smug smirk on her face. A hug was shared between them and he waved goodbye as she drove off. “The hell was that? You always hug your clients goodbye?” You asked dryly and shook your head. “Baby I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to go that long, honest. Let’s go get some food, m’starvin.” He mutters as he kisses your cheek a few times before turning the truck on and driving away. His hand was on your thigh the whole ride to the diner he loved taking you to but you didn’t have the heart to tell him what was bothering you. The lump in your throat was growing and so was your anger and you knew you’d explode soon.

Dinner was quiet, the diner was not so packed this time like it normally is. He tried so hard to make you laugh and you did a few times just so he wouldn’t keep asking what was wrong but he knew something was bothering you because you weren’t your normally bubbly self. He grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers as he gives you a warm smile. “Thanks for bein so patient tonight baby, I appreciate it.” The lump still present in your throat hindered you from responding with words, all you did was nod. After he paid the bill and walked you to the truck, he put on your mixed cd you made for him. He sang Nickelback to you at the top of his lungs trying to get a genuine smile from you but it didn’t work like he wanted. 

As he pulled up to the front of your apartment, his phone buzzed with a text message from the woman from earlier, and he grinned widely as he was glowing with excitement. You suddenly felt the tears stinging and you knew this was it. “Hope she can be what you need Joel. Fuck you, I’m outta here” you blurted out as you hastily gathered your things and walked to your front door. “What the hell are you talkin about?” He shouts, getting out of the truck quickly to catch up to you. “Just leave it alone Joel, go call her back and see if she wants to fuck you again” your voice was shaky as you hollered, you dare not turn around to let him see your tears. The screen door creaked when you opened it and your keys almost made it in the dead bolt when Joel wrapped his arms around you from behind, repeatedly asking what’s the matter in a hushed voice. “Baby c'mon just talk to me, what the hell are you on about?” 

You unlock the door and break free from his grasp, walking directly into the middle of the living room. You didn’t even notice your hands were in fists, your face getting hot again. Joel followed you inside and shut the door behind him, hand on his hip as he was getting ready to ask you again to talk. “Joel you’ve so secretive and answering your phone late after you’re supposed to be off work and you wouldn’t tell me anything! Why did a ten minute meeting suddenly turn into a half hour sex romp in your office? Just tell me if I'm too immature for you now that you’ve met her and we can go our separate ways, my dad won’t know a thing.” The hot tears were streaming down your face now and your hands came up to wipe from Joel's sight. He sighed deeply as he walked towards you and grabbed your arms, pulling you into him tightly. 

“Sweetheart, she's just a client that’s all. She’s got tons of money and tons of land she wants work done on, this could be great for Tommy and I.  I didn’t tell you because work is work, it’s boring as all hell. I talk to your dad about work, not my girl. You really think that’s what happened there baby? Why did you think that?” He was crouched over slightly so his eyes were on yours, inspecting your features soften as you process his words. Your eyes fall to the floor for a moment as you contemplate telling him. “Like I said, you were in there for longer than you said and she came out fixing her hair and she gave me this look and I dunno, I feel so silly now.” You barely choked the words out as you let the tears keep falling and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. His hand reaches up to the back of your head and smoothes your hair tenderly, hushing your cries. 

“I’m so sorry I made you feel like that sweet girl, I am. You’re the only girl I want and I’m sorry it seemed like something else was going on with her. I promise I’ll never make you feel like that again. I swear it” He wipes your tears away and kisses your salty cheeks while he pulls you close to his chest, his hand squeezing your ass tightly. “You mean everything to me, Darlin. Let me prove it to you” he pleaded and got down on his knees, hugging your torso. Kissing your stomach over your sundress, he caressed your body ever so tenderly, taking his time running his hands over your soft skin. He pushes your dress up just above your panties and peppers kisses right underneath your belly button before parting your legs slightly. “May I?” he begs with his glistening brown eyes and you eagerly mutter, “Yes”, earning a smile from Joel. He kisses your clothed cunt and his nose bumps your clit, making you whimper and dying for him to hurry up. Joel loops his fingers in the waistband of your panties and tugs them down to your ankles before he runs his hands up the back of your legs and stops right underneath your ass. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Can’t believe you’re all mine and I get to make you feel so good.” Your knees go weak from his words and you giggle softly, running a hand through his soft curls as you eagerly wait for him to keep going. Joel licks a strip up your pussy and watches you just melt under him. His tongue flutters against your clit and the pleasure courses through your whole body, sending shivers down your spine and you whimper his name. “Joel please, I need you, fuck I need you.” 

Joel grabs your ass and pulls you forward into his face more, sucking your clit while he moans, vibrating the bundle of nerves between his lips. Your moans echo off your living room walls, your knees growing weaker by the second. “You’re such a good girl for me, baby. I love the way I can make you shake while I've got your pretty little pussy just throbbing and begging for more of me” he groaned into your wet pussy, his face covered in your slick. You bucked your hips, moving against his tongue while he buried his face as far as he could between your legs. Joel hikes one of your legs up over his shoulder and squeezes your ass firmly, grunting as he guides you to ride his tongue. “You taste so fuckin good baby, god I’m so lucky I get to taste you. Cum for me baby doll, let me clean you up.”

Your face contorting with pleasure and lust while the pit of fire in your stomach grows, your orgasm just in sight. “Baby please, I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop please, Joel- oh fuck” you whine and he goes faster, digging his fingers into your waist. “Cum on my face baby, let me clean that gorgeous pussy of mine, sweetheart.” Your breaths get heavier and your eyes screw shut as you let out a squeal of curse words and Joels name, letting go on his face. Joel's growls of pleasure mix with yours as he laps at your pussy, licking up every drop of cum you had. You start to sink down the wall slowly with every jolt of your body and he moves his head as your ass falls to the floor. Your moans quiet while Joel kisses your face, bringing you back to Earth. Your heavy eyes open slowly, Joel’s grinning face in your sight, “Told you I’d make it up to you.” 

#joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #dbf!joel #dbf!joel miller #the last of us #joel tlou #joel miller can praise me any day #joel miller drabble #joel miller x f!reader #dbf! joel smut #dbf joel miller

[greenandsorrow]

Could you write an Xreader- Pedro Pascal smut with age gap and daddy kink

Also riding and praise kink

disclaimer-> this was requested by an irl friend, so I just had to write it! (about requesting; click here)

this is just porn, no plot at all. pure filth, unrealistic for our favourite cinnamon roll but idgaf. i drew my inspo from this photoshoot!

You are new to this... being a photographer in Hollywood. So the excitement of meeting your celebrity crashes is still very much alive in you.

Today you have a scheduled photo shoot with the José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal. Obviously, there's a team accompanying you, but everything seems to disappear when you lay eyes on the masterpiece of a man that Pedro is.

Pedro's eyes widen slightly when you approach him to introduce yourself. He chuckles awkwardly, shaking your hand heartily.

Before you have time to wipe away the idiotic smile that has formed on your face, you are holding your camera and guiding his poses.

It quickly becomes clear that Pedro is fun to work with. He cracks the best of dad jokes and the way he looks at the lens has you soaking your panties.

The shoot is taking place in a motel somewhere outside of LA. During lunchbreak everyone parts ways, leaving you alone with your camera and naughty thoughts. Pedro is inside one of the motel rooms, getting changed into the next outfit the team has picked for him.

Now that the ice has been broken after working with him for hours, you feel confident enough to knock on the door of the room he currently occupies.

The sun outside is bright and when he lets you in, its rays make his frame glisten slightly. He's still shirtless. The air is heavy with desire, mixed with soft notes of lavender from the room's fragrance.

Inside his mind there's a dilemma. He's twice your age, but all he can think about is your perfect curves, your cleavage, your sweet smile.

Pedro bites his lip as he imagines you against him.

"Um... could I help you with anything kid?"

"Don't call me that."

"Fuck~"

The grown man in front of you has become tomato red, hands instinctually covering his crotch.

"You don't have to hide that..."

Your eyes are seductive and your tone makes Pedro swallow audibly.

"Y- you don't understand sweetie. I haven't.... haven't... in a while."

"All the more reason to do it now~"

That would be fucking incredible. His hardened cock twitches in anticipation at the thought of being buried deep inside you...

A moment of staring at each other with intent passes.

Pedro locks the door and you close the curtains.

The room starts to feel even hotter now that your shared desire has been revealed. Pedro's hands start roaming across his body, tracing patterns over his abdomen before cupping his balls through the fabric of his underwear. He groans softly, a thick bead of precum forms at the tip of his throbbing cock, yearning for your wet heat.

You grin. The sweet and shy man is gone. Pedro is pure dominance and power now.

"Be a good girl and take off your clothes for your da- for me."

"What did you say?" you teasingly ask while playing with your breasts.

He mumbles something under his breath.

"You're gonna take your clothes off now, for your daddy."

"Now we're talking."

And so you give him a little strip show. You begin by taking off your shirt, tantalisingly slow...

Pedro cannot wait any longer when your breasts bounce after taking off your bra.

The actor leans in, capturing your lips with his own, shoving his tongue deep into your mouth as he moans against you. Your taste sends shivers of pleasure through him, tongues dance and tangle while his hands roam further down your body, cupping your plump ass cheeks roughly before delivering a sharp slap that leaves a hot sting followed by pleasure.

He is quick to undress himself while you do the same with your remaining clothing.

As the intensity builds between you, Pedro whispers filthy things in your ear... promises of what he'll do to you once you're fully impaled on his thick shaft, describing in graphic detail how good it will feel.

You can't help but giggle playfully... In a swift motion, you put a hand on his wide chest, pushing him back until his calves hit the couch.

Pedro sits with his legs spread. His fat cock (slightly bent) is rigid against his lower stomach.

He's a sight to behold, that's for sure.

"...agh~ it's been a long day mi vida..."

Pedro can't help but groan when his cock twitches impatiently.

He pulls you close and helps you straddle him. His heart melts as you do so, his erection pressing against your wetness.

"Oh that's it darling. Take care of daddy... C'mon ride me baby, don't be shy~"

You are too turned on, too lost in the delicious haze of lust and desire.

You slowly sink down on Pedro's surprisingly girthy member.

To your delight he lets out a strangled moan, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He feels every inch of you surrounding him.

"Fuck yeah, that's it princess. Ride your daddy hard and fast."

He's breathless, hungry... but still patient enough to let you adjust to his size... before thrusting up to fill you completely with his cock.

You moan loudly against his chest.

(On top of everything, why does he have to smell so frickin' good?!)

You haven't even started moving on top of him and Pedro reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

"Such a pretty baby girl. Let daddy feel that sweet pussy of yours squeeze him tight."

Pedro's eyes roll back in ecstasy as he feels the warmth of your tight pussy enveloping his cock, as you finally begin to move up and down. Each inch you take feels like heaven, making him bite his lip to stifle moans and profanities.

His hips jerk upward involuntarily, trying to drive deeper into your welcoming heat.

"Ah... oh... it's too good... your pussy~"

"You play with my clit so nicely handsome..."

Your voice doesn't sound like your own in your ears. But the shocked and flustered expression on Pedro's features boosts your confidence.

You pick up the pace, slamming down on him harder and faster, chasing maximum pleasure.

He growls, his cock throbbing inside of you. Your shared moans and gasps fill the room as you both give in to passion.

"Fuck yes, babydoll... you're so damn tight!"

The actor's hands find their way to your hips, holding on tightly as he begins to move in unison with you.

Heavy breathing and the slapping sounds of your flesh meeting as you lose yourselves in the ecstasy is what could be heard if someone was to go knock on the door.

Pedro hasn't had sex in a while so he soon gets overwhelmed. He can feel himself being consumed by the pleasure your tight walls provide him with. As he nears his peak, he slows you down by grabbing your hips, prolonging his time with you.

He tries not to panic by the fact he almost came. Pedro starts nibbling on your neck and earlobe... regaining some sense of control.

"Shhh... baby doll," he whispers breathily into your ear. "You feel so fucking amazing around me... J- just slow down for a moment~"

You feel Pedro's grip on you tighten slightly as he fights against the impending orgasm that threatens to consume him. You indeed make your pace lighter, more shallow and slightly slower.

Even in this new pace, Pedro's orgasm is building rapidly within him despite his attempts to hold back. He knows that he needs to make this last. He wants you to remember him, to leave a long lasting impression on you.

Your moans and whines don't help, making him all too excited. He doesn't continue pounding into you, determined that if he does so, he'll cum immediately.

"C'mon princess... You gotta cum for daddy~"

The way you move your body, riding him slowly and sensually, has you seeing stars. You have never experienced anything like that.

You giggle playfully... the laboured expression on his face is both sexy and adorable.

"P- Pedro... I~"

Feeling your body tensing up, Pedro knows you're close. He leans in and kisses you deeply as he starts to meet your movements with his own, hips thrusting eagerly against your own.

You moan when you feel his cock hit that spongy spot deep inside you. You shiver and grasp at his arms for support, fingernails pressing into his skin.

So, with a final growl of effort, he pushes through the waves of ecstasy, filling you up completely as he cries out his release. His cock throbs violently inside you, spurting load after load of hot cum deep into your hungry pussy. The feeling is indescribable... It's raw and primal.

You're trembling more now, your skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat but you still haven't cummed. A little more stimulation is all you need. He did come but doesn't plan on giving up until you do too.

"Oh, baby doll!"

Pedro feels a pang of emotion in his chest. The man's heart races, concern etching lines onto his handsome face. What if he can't make you orgasm?

Noticing his apprehension you cease riding him for a moment.

"Need to catch your breath?"

He simply nods.

His cock is already starting to harden again as he looks at your flushed face.

"Oh yes, baby girl. Daddy just wanted to recover real quick."

Running his fingers through your hair, he smirks mischievously.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight tomorrow, my little whore. Do you understand?"

This sudden burst of dominance has you reeling. His goal is simple. He cummed. Now it's your turn.

Pedro starts thrusting into you hard and fast, his cock hitting all the right spots. He leans down to bite your neck, leaving a mark as he claims you as his own.

"You're mine, baby girl. All mine."

Your moans echo in the space you two occupy.

Feeling your body respond to his roughness, Pedro picks up the pace even more. His hips slam against yours time and time again.

"Tell daddy how much you love it when he fucks his little slut!"

You start writhing, tremblingly, as your own climax consumes you. You stutter his name. Only his name.

"Pedro... I- I love... I love it!!!"

Feeling your tight pussy squeezing him as you cum, Pedro knows you lost control as well. He slams into you, this time erupting without shame or guilt.

"Fuck yes baby! That's it! Take all of daddy's cum!"

"Oh... Oh God~"

"Did my little slut enjoy that? Did she cum hard for her daddy?"

Pedro kisses you passionately, his hands roaming your body. He holds you close as he slowly pulls out of you, his thick cock still pulsing with each jet of cum that shoots out and lands on your flat stomach and legs.

"Shhh... baby doll," he soothes softly, kissing your temple before nuzzling into your neck with newfound gentleness.

"I didn't mean to be so rough you. It's just that you're so fucking perfect... It overwhelmed me for a moment."

this hasn't been proof read, so some errors are to be expected. hopefully they don't take away from the experience.

as a struggling young adult tips are highly appreciated 🩷

my masterlist

#requested #pedrohub #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedrostories #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #one shot #oneshot #n sfw #not s f w 💀 #18+ content #smut #daddy pedro #daddy k!nk #age g4p #praise k!nk #praise and degredation #dirty talk #pedrito #pascalispunk #female reader #mando x reader #joel miller #joel x reader #the last of us smut #joel x you #the mandalorian #din djarin #tlou

[whxtedreams]

Concept: Praise Kink

The Hardest Part is Who we Are Series

WC: 343

Scene

When Joel realises you like praise during sex

Conversation and basic movement (and noises lol)

Joel : *his dick hits the back of your throat.*  

“That’s a good girl” 

You : *moans around his dick* 

Joel : *his hips stutter at the sensation and pushes down deeper*

  “You look perfect taking my cock” 

You : *whines around him, tightening your hold on his thighs* 

Joel : *pushes the hair from your face as you start bobbing your head up and down.* 

“Fuck! Look at you, on your knees for me like the good girl you are.” 

You : *you take him as far as he will go, you nose nestling into the curls at the base of his dick and moan.* 

Joel : * eyes roll and his hands grip onto your hair.*  

“Oh baby, you feel like heaven.” 

Conclusion

Joel found out that praising you will turn you into putty in his hands. Sure he learnt this during sex and that’s fun, but he soon learnt that praising you outside of sex has the same reaction.

When he praises you for taking care of yourself: instant blush and you stutter on your words. Praising you for a good patrol shift, you’ll trip over your feet. Praising you for hitting a target in practice, you’ll miss your next one as your breath shakes. Praising you for literally anything will have your heart stutter in your chest, and Joel realises he lives and breathes to make you feel that way, to have your brain short-circuited from his words alone. 

Every moment he can, he praises you, just to see the blush rise to your cheeks. He finds enjoyment from it too of course, he wants you to know you’re doing a good job, that someone notices. He knows that praising you makes your heart swell and he wants you to now he’s proud of you. 

He likes praising you in bed a lot. Likes how you get desperate to please him more. Likes how his praise makes you louder. Especially loves how his praise tightens your walls around him as he fucks into you. 

Divider by the beautiful saradika

#joel miller #pedro pascal #the last of us #joel tlou #tlou joel #joel x reader #joel smut #joel fanfic #dirty talk #tlou fanfiction #tlou #praise k!nk

[josephquinnswhore]

Good Girl

Pairing: Male Nurse Joel Miller x female patient reader.

Summary: the nurse in triage calls you a good girl.

Word Count: 2k

Content Warning: Joel Miller with curly hair and glasses, praise kink. Taking pills—painkillers and steroids. Implied age gap, older Joel—mid twenties reader. No outbreak.

Note: based off the sexy male nurse tonight at hospital that called me a good girl 😭 maybe it was innocent but I have a praise kink baby! Anyway, I’m high off painkillers and steroids and I’m super sick so this is probably a terrible fic. Anyway enjoy… or don’t!

You were worn from the endless beat down and busyness that work had drained you with. Your car keys in hand jingle in the silence of the night, glad you put on that ugly navy-blue hand knit old man’s sweater you’d brought from lowes. It was cold—perhaps a symptom of her sickness, or maybe it was just cold.

It was too quiet for your liking—never taking too kindly to hospitals, let alone at 10:00pm, in the complete darkness. It was silent, not one pair of footsteps, not a monitor beeping. It sets the anxiety on hold in your throat skyrocketing into nausea.

Your converse on the ugly off-white tile is comforting, at least you’re not completely alone in the eerie building. You look around the front desk, sighing in annoyance that to your surprise, there’s no one there. The box of masks and tissues occupy the space of the counter. And a sign; made by the staff.

The notice was printed on a foul-yellow in big bold writing.

“STAFF ON BREAK. GONE FOR 30 MINUTES. PLEASE SEE TRIAGE IF STAFF NOT AVAILABLE.”

Oh—okay, that’s fine. Everyone needs a break, especially healthcare workers in these dire times.

Walking back past the section of the building you’d come through initially, the permanently open sliding doors, you come to find again; no one at the triage.

But there’s no note, perhaps they’re just busy tonight. If so; why was it so silent? The ache in your ear dulled, but still caught the sound of someone shuffling in the background, through the window you could see an older lady, short with greying hair and rectangular glasses remaking a bed.

You decide to press the giant green button that says “call.” The woman notices the sound, turning the alarm off as she approaches the desk.

Her voice is irritable; like you’re interrupting the most important task of her damned life. “Can I help you?” She asks rudely.

A man in dark blue scrubs interrupts. “Are you here to see a doctor?” His voice is husky, tired sounding but still kind.

“Yes, please.” You plead tiredly, eyes dropping lazily and scoffing at how late it was, and how you’d have to be at work tomorrow.

Damn it all, right?

“Come in sweetheart.” He swipes his card on the door that’s attached to the pocket on his scrubs, unlocking the door with a beeping sound, he holds the door open for you.

“Thank you.” You wearily and slowly walk into the triage, the body aches infecting every limb of yours too to bottom.

“Just sit down here, and we’ll get some of your details. My name is Mr Miller, but you can call me Joel.” He grins cheekily.

You sit on the uncomfortable leather seat, a monitor right next to you, a second seat next to your own remains unoccupied as you arrived alone.

The details are boring, your name, birthdate, address and allergies are all rushed through quickly, although you did seem to notice how the man’s ears reddened at the sound of your name.

Great, now you’re sick and delusional.

He scoots his chair over to you, the wheels rolling along the slick floors, his legs guiding him to the monitor, he puts the cuff around your arm and checks your blood pressure.

He frowns at the result.

You refrain from looking until he’s back at his desk typing notes. That can’t be good.

“Alright, what brings you in tonight lovely?” The man’s attention was undivided. Those deep brown—chocolate eyes were watching you. It felt a little intimidating.

“I’ve had a cough for a few days, but I’m struggling to eat and drink due to how swollen my tonsils feel. There’s also an ache in my left ear.” You explain hoarsely, your voice seemed to have changed as a result of your withering condition, even had started losing your voice.

“Alright now, I’m going to check your temperature first, so I need you to slip this under your tongue, okay?” Enamoured by how soft this man’s voice was, you only nodded in compliance.

He puts a small disposable plastic cover over the thermometer and when it beeps he throws the cover in the bin and hums to himself. “Temperature is okay.”

“Just going to have a look in that ear and see if there’s anything unusual going on, just hold on tight.”

You remain patient, watching his every move, eyes veering back and forth as you watch him, noting how small the ear torch thingy looked in his hands, Christ, was that even normal?

“Ears look alright.” He states confidently. “Now I just want to check your mouth, open up wide for me.”

You comply, wordlessly, tongue hanging out of your mouth, he can’t seem to find his torch as he rummages through his things, deciding to use the torch off his phone.

A phone that seemed old school to be owned by a nurse. “Just try and relax that tongue for me.” His voice was soft, squinting as he tried to see the condition of your throat.

He jumps in thought, pulling the small pair of glasses from his top pocket, he looks so sweet with them on.

“Let’s try again, just try and relax your tongue, keep it down on the bottom of your mouth if you can.” He encouraged, “relax that tongue for me.”

He pulls away, turning the torch off on his phone.

“Sorry sweetheart I’m going to need to use the tongue compressor.” He chuckles, you let out a huff of a laugh, due to your hoarse and irritated voice.

“Sorry—I was trying to keep it still, it’s hard when you’re trying to consciously keep it from moving.”

The man walks to the other side of the room, he lets out a laugh. “It’s alright—we’ll get you sorted.”

You notice more things about him as he walks around, the half sleeve that covers his elbow. Black and grey mainly, but a cherry blossom flower in pink. Not entirely neat, the ink had faded, you could only presume it was a result of being tattooed many years ago. Perhaps before your time.

His arms were thick, muscly. The poor seams of his uniform sleeves were holding with all their might in the double stitch. His neck were thick, and even though you could only see a small portion of his chest, you notice the defined collarbones and black coarse chest hairs that come up to the base of his neck. His hair was slightly grown out, curly hair seemed free range. The grey hairs in his hair matched his patchy—but neatly shaven beard.

God he looked tired, his expression matching your own, he yawned underneath the mask he wore haphazardly. “Pardon me, it’s getting to that time of night.”

“I feel you,” you mumble, tiredness laced in every syllable.

He takes the paper wrapper off the wooden stick, holding it out as he sits back in his chair, across from you. “Just gonna hold your tongue down and get a look.” He firmly presses the stick into your mouth, holding your tongue down to prevent it blocking where he needs to see.

Your tongue seems to dispute the sudden constriction and wiggles which he laughs at.

“Good girl, thank you.” He praises, sparing a glance before wheeling back to his desk to throw the wooden stick in the bin, going back to his computer to type in his notes.

Good what now? Surely that’s not apart of a normal checkup, or procedure, right? Your whole body tingles and you feel yourself feeling warm, almost faint at his praise.

“Alright darlin, if you wanna sit in the waiting room and wait for the doctor you’ll be right in,” he gives a polite smile, you miss the way he looks you up and down. He holds the door open for you, slowly you’re able to lift your aching body off the seat that's noulded around you, offering him a small smile as you walk past him. “Thank you so much.”

You hobble to the stiff seats, taking a spot in the second row from the front—directly across from the front desk.. where typically the attendant had turned the light on and sat back down, she stares at you as she takes down her sign.

The tv was quiet, but it depicted a movie you were quite fond of; Kingsman: The Golden Circle.

Well—your love for Pedro Pascal made the movie more enjoyable.

He made a fine cowboy after all.

After a few minutes of watching the scene on the quiet tv, and snap chatting with your friends to let you know that you’d been praised by a sexy nurse, you’re called into the doctor's office. In which; the sexy nurse himself was there, assisting the doctor.

“I hear you’re not feeling too well, young lady.” The doctor was an older man, lean and tall, one white patch at the front of his otherwise untouched brown hair.

“I’m just going to check a few things out, we’ll get this all sorted for you so you can go home.” He said cheerfully.

The doctor, same as Mr Miller—Joel.. checked your mouth, tongue, ears and asked a few of the same questions. After assessing you; he finally had an answer.

“Sounds like a viral infection—we’ll get you some pain killers, steroids and a list of symptoms we’ll need you to come back for, if you experience them. I’ll be back in one moment!” The lanky doctor exclaimed.

The nurse—Joel, stayed. “Why don’t we get you seated, you don’t look well.” His large hand guides your mid-lower back, taking your hand to sit you onto the freshly made bed, the linen now tainted with your sickness.

“Thank you,” a whisper is all your aching throat can manage.

The moment is ruined by the doctor. “These are the steroids and pain relief. I forgot to ask—do you need a medical certificate?” He tilted his head, handing you the small white paper cup that had 4 pills, two large and two small. With a cup of water.

“Yes please, I’m scheduled to work tomorrow but I don’t feel fit enough to work.” You manage softly, although feeling a little embarrassed to complain about working in your condition.

Joel looked tired and stressed, yet here you were complaining. You begin swallowing the tablets, the two large first, unable to stop yourself from gagging as the pill gets lodged in your throat—the swelling of your tonsils makes it difficult to swallow.

But you manage, thank t to the encouragement of Joel. “It’s alright, easy now, don’t rush.” He croons, standing a little too close to you.

You take his advise, taking a few moments to swallow the pills and eventually you’re done. “There you go, easy now sweetheart,” he murmurs gently. Your body halts it’s shuffling to get off the bed, but the man takes your plastic and paper cup and put it in the bin for you. You’re stunned by how thoughtful and beautiful this older man was.

“Medical certificate and some pain killers to take home.” The doctor stated, interrupting your delusion, sitting them down on the work bench across from your position on the bed. “If you start to feel worse, fevers, vomiting, shortness of breath please come back.”

You stand, suppressing a groan as your stiff ankles hold the ache for your weight. “Thank you so much. Have a good evening.”

He bids his farewells, and you pick up your paperwork and medication, noting how once again, the nurse is holding the door open for you, the stronger man gives you a soft smile.

“Feel better sweetheart. Don’t hesitate to come back. Want you looked after, yeah?” It sounded like a coo, like he was pleading for your condition to improve.

“Thank you for all your help.” You muster, feeling better already thanks to the fast working medication.

“See you around.” His hand brushed against your lower back as you walk past. “Have something to eat when you get home, won’t you?”

Your cheeks felt inflamed, not from sickness, but bashfulness. “I’ll do that.” You promised, making your exit out of that stale smelling room. Your stomach grumbled, as if it also wished to comply to this man’s sweet demands.

The only thought of that handsome man on your mind, was she imagining things.. surely not?

Either way, your immune system was no good, it was almost a guarantee you’d be back sooner or later.. you just hoped, nurse Joel Miller would be on the clock to assist you back to health.

#pedro pascal #Joel miller #Joel miller hbo #Joel miller fic #Joel miller x you #Joel miller nurse x patient reader #Joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x fem reader #joel miller praise kink #old man joel miller #this is garbage sorry #I’m drugged up and sick #stay delulu #the last of us

[nicolethered]

Pedro as Agent Whiskey aka Jack Daniels

#pedro pascal #agent whiskey #jack daniels #kingsman the golden circle #one of my friends was praising Kick-ass recently and (bangs table) not on my fuckin watch #Matthew Vaughn is a terrorist #he will pay one day #I’m sure he’s quaking as he goes to bed in his mansion with Claudia schiffer

[smuggsy]

Nosotros Los Pobres (1948) dir. Ismael Rodríguez.

#mexico #mexican cinema #pedro infante #nosotros los pobres #cine mexicano #pepe el toro #mexican golden age cinema #i watched this yesterday and i'm about to watch ustedes los ricos #pero ya me spoile lpm #anyway i thought it was going to be a real tearjerker but it was mild #like i've seen los olvidados and that's much more cruel #but i know pedro's acting on the second one has been praised #and i'm ready to suffer akdjfhasjf #this didn't look so orange in PS btw #it was a pastel #but yeah it looks nice anyway #cinematv #userfilm #moviegifs #cine de oro mexicano #cine de oro #méxico #blanca estela pavón #tvmoviegifsdaily #classicfilmcentral #classicfilmblr #cine latinoamericano #myedit #fuckyeahmexico

[ozarkthedog]

My heart is somehow still working despite it being broken and mended 1000x while watching the The Last of Us.

#srsly tho what a first season #Each episode was fantastic #pedro and Bella deserve all the praise #the last of us #the last of us spoilers #tlou #tlou spoilers #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #Joel Miller

[gracie7209]

Shared from twitter…

#this made me cry #we know how emotional he gets with compliments and this was a big one 🥺 #I can only imagine how he felt #absolutely love this for him and he deserves every bit of the praise #pedro pascal

[babykangaemoji]

Such a Good Boy {Dieter Bravo x f!reader}

RATING: 18+ NO MINORS!! MINORS DNI!! THIS IS EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT.

WORD COUNT: 5.4k

SUMMARY: You and Dieter have been in a fwb relationship for a while, Dieter one day makes a joke about you tying him up in bed and well, you take it seriously. This is just pure praise!kink Dieter smut.

Set in the same universe as this fic but don’t need to read that to understand this one. Not beta read, all mistakes are my own!

WARNINGS: smut! unproctected p in v sex (wrap it up people!!!) f!oral receiving,  m!oral receiving,  cum play if u squint, praise kink! Dieter,  face sitting, choking, swearing, dirty talk, dom!reader,  drugs mention, fwb!plot. begging, reader calling Dieter a brat, squirting, creampie, cum eating mentioned, restraints!!! if theres anyting else I have missed pls let me know!!

Also no use of Y/N and no reader description! 

Author notes: Dieter Bravo definitely loves being called Daddy but also is a massive slut for being dominated. He has big switch energy and I just wanna call him my good boy ok

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS ARE OPEN! 

“Dieter, get off!” you laughed as he made grabby hands for your waist, you slinked out of his way as you tried to style his unruly hair on his head. You were on set with your friend, who you just so happened to have a very healthy sex life with as well, you were assigned a handful of actors to do hair and makeup for on set and Dieter was one of them. Dieter always requested you to do his styling now since you’d met each other a few years back. 

This is how you had met Dieter originally, and after breaking up with your long term boyfriend, you’d ended up sleeping with him after you got drunk at a wrap party, since then, you’d been sleeping with him on and off for over a year. The sex was mindblowing and it kept you coming back to him over and over again, you’d tell yourself it was nothing to do with the way he made you blush, the way he made your heart flutter when he would order your favourite take out without needing to ask or the way you’d come home multiple times after a long day, to a bath being run with a glass of your favourite alcoholic beverage, sometimes a blunt waiting for you as well as Dieter laid out in the bath waiting for you.

Dieter huffed as you rubbed some product into your hands, before running them through his curls. 

“Mm but it feels so nice when you tug my hair baby” he teased, giving you a playful grin in the mirror. You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder and telling him to shut up. He poked his tongue out between his teeth at your reaction. You two were the only ones in the trailer, not that it mattered because Dieter would tease you like this anywhere and in front of anyone, it was no secret to people on set that there was something going on between you, but you’d never put an explicit label on it. You’d see multiple girls come up to him at wrap parties, flirt with him on set, whatever it was but you’d seen him turn them down over the past few months. It kind of made your heart swell and it did make you wonder about his feelings for you and if there was something else there. 

You twirled his curls in your fingers, to make them set where they needed to be, you moved round to his front so you could frame his face correctly. You smirked before giving his curls a couple tugs, making him groan at you, you laughed, giving him another tug a little harder than before, which caused Dieter’s hands to shoot out in front of him, grabbing a handful of your ass, squeezing roughly.

You swatted him away, tutting at him. 

“Keep your hands to yourself, Bravo or I’ll have to tie them together” you teased, finishing up his hair and you shouldn’t have looked down at him then. His eyes were blown wide with lust, his hands gripping the edge of the makeup chair. He looked as if he could rip your clothes off right there and have his way with you. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Just thinking about you tying me up and having your way with me” he said, his voice low as he showed you that award winning smile. “How hot that would be, how… hard it would make me” and you shivered. Fuck. You were about to reply when a knock came on the trailer, the door opened and it was his assistant telling him he was needed on set. 

He sighed, standing up from the chair giving your ass a playful tap as he walked out of the trailer. You started gathering the things you would need on set for Dieter and the other actors you had worked on, as you were putting things in your case you stopped and saw a small bundle of rope in the corner of the trailer which had obviously found its way in here from the prop department at some point. It was rough and would definitely be uncomfortable around someone's wrists but the idea of Dieter being strung out below you, tied up and begging really wasn’t a bad image at all. In fact it was incredibly alluring and filled you with so much heat, maybe you would have a look for something to help you do just that. 

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A couple of days later, you were walking back through the hotel lobby, Dieter was following closely behind, looking at something on his phone. You walked up to the reception desk, making polite conversation before asking if there was a parcel for you. 

This piqued Dieter’s interest, his head raising from his phone and peering over your shoulder like a nosy child, the lady behind the counter slipped across to you, you thanked her, turning around to leave, you shoved Dieter’s chest to make him move again as he stood there staring down at the small package in your hands. 

“What is it?” he asked straight away, following you closely, trying to get a glance at the parcel you had tucked away under your arm. 

“None of your business” you told him coolly, pressing the button on the lift. He whined behind you, causing you to roll your eyes. He huffed, shoving his pockets into his brown fluffy coat as he walked in behind you, you pressed the floor number for the floor of Dieter’s room, he raised an eyebrow. 

“You coming to mine huh, baby?” he asked, putting his arm around your waist and before you could reply, he went to snatch the box from your hand as the doors closed. 

“Dieter! Get off!” You laughed, shoving him away and holding the parcel with two hands instead, so he couldn’t steal it from your grasp. “So impatient, keep it up and you’ll regret it” you huffed. His brows furrowed, pouting at you. 

“C’mon, I just wanna know! You know I hate secrets” he whined, making a ridiculous motion with his hands and his body, like a child who wasn’t getting his own way. You laughed at his reaction. 

“You’ll find out soon enough, gorgeous boy” you leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips just before the doors dinged open and you sauntered down the hallway. Dieter hurried behind you, you casually reached inside his pocket and swiped his room key, walking through the double doors with ease. You kicked off your shoes, setting the parcel down on the coffee table and instantly removed your shirt. 

Dieter stood there, eyes blown wide, watching as you wiggled out of your skirt, leaving you in just your underwear. You turned back around to face him, tilting your head to your side, you popped one hip to the side, resting your hand on it lightly. “Well what are you waiting for? Strip and get on the bed, Bravo” you told him, waving a hand at the bed in the other room. 

“Yes, Ma’am” he said as he nearly stumbled over his own feet in his hurry to bed the bedroom, he shucked off his jacket and loose clothes quicker than you’d seen before, he’d kicked his crocs off somewhere and he was laying back on the bed staring at the ceiling as he waited for you. He had no idea what you were planning but he wasn’t going to turn you down for sex anytime soon. He heard some noise, then the parcel you had carried up here being pening causing his toes and fingers to twitch with excitement. It wasn’t long before you were walking into the room, you didn’t say anything to him, but when he saw what was in your hands, his eyes blew wide again. 

He felt his cock twitch, you could feel his eyes burning through your body as you leaned up, putting the leather buckle around his left wrist. You smiled at him sweetly as you attached the other end to the bedpost. You pressed a soft, loving kiss to his lips before moving round to do the same to his other wrist, Dieter was just watching you the whole time, dumbfounded by what was happening and just how fucking amazing it made him feel already. 

His breathing had become harder, he was heating up, his whole body felt alive, with both passion but also absolute adoration for the woman who was walking in just her underwear in front of him. 

“Now, Dieter” you finally spoke, snapping him out of his daze. “You’re going to be a good boy and do exactly what I ask, okay?” he nodded quickly, the pet name shooting straight to his cock, which stood proud up against his stomach already. “Verbally, Diets” you said, softening a little. 

“Yes, okay, yes” he confirmed, nodding quickly again, you leaned over, kissing his forehead and giving his chest a gentle pat. You nudged his legs open so you could seat yourself on your knees between them, slowly you started running your hands up and down his strong legs, Dieter gasped at the feather light touches, watching you intently. 

You smiled at his reaction to these tiny touches, this was definitely going to be fun if he was getting flustered just from this, you leaned down, pressing soft kisses across his abdomen. Dieter dropped his head back into the pillows below him, having to screw his eyes shut to try to stop himself from cumming right there and then. He flexed his fingers as he felt you getting closer and closer to the reddened tip, you slowly shuffled further and further down, chuckling at the way he squirmed beneath you, you looked up to see him. His hair was a mess already, his tan chest heaving as he tried to breathe at a normal pace, but most of all you noticed the way his head was thrown back with his eyes screwed shut. 

You tutted, “Look at me Dieter” he took a deep breath before opening his eyes to look down at you, right as you licked a stripe up the length of his cock. 

“Fuck, fuck, this is so hot oh my god” he balled, thrusting his hips up, which meade you pull away, Dieter letting out a shameful wine. 

“Don’t be a brat and you will get what you want.” you told him, sitting back just a little bit. “Beg for it. Beg for me to suck your cock.” you instructed, giving him another lick, leaving a couple of light kisses across his slit where pre-cum was already forming. You moaned softly, licking your lips at the salty taste.

“Please, please suck my cock” he whined, pulling on the restraights a little “I want it, god fuck, I need it, please please baby” he begged, you hummed in approval, wrapping your fingers around his shaft so you could full envelope his head between your lips. 

“Thank you, thank you” he gasped, watching as you slowly worked your lips down his whole length, taking him down your throat with ease. He was groaning in a higher pitch than you’d ever heard, it was making your head roll, he was so desperate, sounded so needy below you and you’d barely touched him. You had done this to him, you had made him so hungry with desire, you had made him painfully hard and it was delicious to see. 

You carefully pulled back from his cock, bobbing your head carefully, pulling off him with a trail of spit hanging from your mouth, you used it to slowly jerk him off, whilst you ran your lips down his length. You moaned as you took him back into your warm mouth, bobbing your head again, using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t reach. 

Dieter was panting and whining below you, muttering thank yous over and over again as he kept his eyes trained down on the way your head was moving against his crotch. He couldn’t help but tug on the restraints around his wrists from the pleasure, you took Dieter all the way down your throat once again, it caused him to wail out and thrust his hips up at the pleasure, you spluttered as you pulled off his cock, Dieter pulled at the cuffs once again a whine leaving his plush lips once again. “I said don’t be a brat. Stay fucking still or you won’t cum tonight” you spat at him, as you gave him a couple of lazy strokes before dropping him back down again, his chest was heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing, but it wasn’t working since you were now pressing hot open mouthed kisses up his soft abdomen. 

“I’m sorry, fuck your mouth just feels so good” he whined, trying to keep his hips from thrusting up towards any friction you may give him. 

Dieter felt like he was dreaming, seeing you, this beautiful woman kissing your way up his chest after just having his dick in your mouth, taking what you wanted from him, made him feel wanted, it made him feel loved and he couldn’t get enough. So when you finally connected your lips with his, he couldn’t help the desperate noise that came from deep within his chest, you smirked into the kiss, biting gently at his lower lips. 

"Yeah? I wonder if your mouth can make me feel just as good" you whispered, moving down to the scruff on his jaw, leaving more heated kisses, he had no idea he would enjoy this so much but everything you were doing was making him realise, that he did in fact, enjoy having no control, he was enjoying the thrill it gave him every time you told him he was being good or told him off for moving around too much, he was craving to see you use his body for your own pleasure now too. He loved watching you come undone because of him, it made him fee as if he did something right and that he wasn’t a complete fuck up. 

"I want you to sit on my face, fuck" he muttered, his head falling back into the pillows below, letting you get full purchase on his tanned neck, you were biting, kissing and sucking at the skin. Dieter was letting out little breathy moans as you continued to worship his body. 

"You know how to ask for it, gorgeous boy" you said as you moved to slide over to his arms, trailing your lips over that triangle tattoo that you still didn't know the meaning of. You looked over at him, his eyes were focused on you as you moved across his body. 

"Please will you sit on my face? I wanna taste you" he begged, you smiled at his words, moving to press a kiss to his nose before climbing off the bed. He leaned up when you did so, panic running across his face "Wait where are yo-"

"I'm just taking off my underwear, Diets, don't worry" you chucked, instantly seeing relief was over him as he nodded, watching you slowly shimmy your panties down your legs. Dieters tongue poked out through his lips watching you, when you unclasped your bra and let it fall, he made a sound that had you blushing. 

"You're so hot right now, you are amazing I'm so lucky you're just the best, fuck you're so fucking hot I can't handle it" he spluttered out. You felt your heart jump as you stood in front of him, he had this look that you'd see many times before, a look of pure adoration and lust. It made your chest and stomach flutter in the best way possible, and when you climbed back onto the bed he was practically laid with his tongue out waiting for you. 

"I tell you what, you make me cum with your mouth and then you can fill me up, okay?" you bargained, running your hand down his broad chest, Dieter nodded quickly in return. 

"Yes, god get up here baby" he groaned, you smirked at him as you shuffled over, his waiting tongue was eager to lap at your folds, so eager that before you were even seated on him he was leaning up to taste you. Dieter moaned into your heat as soon as he did, lapping at you with no hesitation, he was always good with his mouth but he usually liked to add fingers into the situation too but right now, his fingers were twitching above him, unable to move and it made the whole situation that more erotic. 

You had braced yourself on the headboard, your hips slowly rocking back and forth with his tongue. Dieter always loved the way you tasted, the way he could make you fall apart with his mouth and even though you were in control now, he still knew exactly how to work you up and you weren’t going to stop him anytime soon. You let out a loud moan of his name when he dipped his tongue into your wanting hole, the tip of his curved nose brushing up against your clit so perfectly. He’d learnt your body, he’d learnt where you loved to be kissed most, where to run his hands over, where to grip onto you and even which positions he could use to make you cum the hardest. He’d learnt you liked to ride his face until you were cumming all over him, soaking his patchy beard and sometimes when he did it well enough, soaking his neck completely too. 

That was his aim right now, make you cum so hard that you would want to ride his cock until you came over and over again, then finally letting him fill you up with his own cum. His hands twitched at the thought, he knew if he could bury his fingers inside you right now, he would have you doing that in no time but that wasn’t an option, no the only thing he could use was his wet mouth on your even wetter cunt. 

So his movements picked up, his tongue fucking into you with earnet as he used his strong nose to rub your bud in the most delicious way, he had you writing on top of him so much faster than you expect, one of your hands shot down from the headboard to his messy curls, gripping onto him so hard that he could’t help the slutty sounds leaving his lips only to me muffled by your core. 

“Fuck baby boy, you’re doing so good for me. Don’t stop” you moaned, throwing your head back as you worked in tandem with Dieter’s mouth, he whined at the praise, his eyes were closed as he devoured your heat but when you gave him a particularly hard tug and moaned louder than before “Look at me whilst you make me cum, brat” Dieter’s eyes shot open, his pupils blow wide with lust, seeing the way your body rocked above him. Your head dipped back down, locking eyes as your muscles tensed, your thighs locking him in place as you wailed his name, Dieter was moaning as he kept working his tongue over, drinking up everything you had to give him, feeling your slick running down his chin. 

You were painting as you slowed your movements, your muscles loosening back up as you rode out your high, your grip in his hair loosening. You lifted up from his lips slowly, grinning at the way his face glistended from your slick, you leaned down, running your tongue up the column of his neck, tasting yourself on his skin. “You did so well” you hummed into his ear as your hand ran through his curls, you then gave a sharp tug to open up the expanse of his skin once more. You left a practically harsh bite where his shoulder started, causing the man below you to yelp. 

“Thank you I, fuck, I need you to fuck me” Dieter gasped, he went the roll his hips against you before remembering what you said earlier, don’t be a brat. Stay fucking still or you won’t cum tonight, so he kept himself as still as possible. You shuffled your way back down his body, you sat up on your knees so your core was hovering over his weeping cock, you could have sworn you had never seen him this hard or this red before, it made your cunt clench at the thought of having done this to him. 

“You need me to fuck you, huh?” he was nodding frantically, chanting yes yes yes, please you weren’t sure what you were expecting when you first put the restraints around his wrists, you didn’t know if he would freak out and say he was only joking back in the trailer a couple of days ago but you hadn’t expected him to lean into it so well, you hadn’t expected to have him begging for you to touch him so fast but the sound was so beautiful that it send waves of arousal straight to your core. “God you’re such a needy little thing” you said, echoing words he’d said to you hundreds of times before.

You reached below you, running your fingers through your slick, fuck you were wet, you didn’t expect to enjoy this situation as much as you did but it was evident that having Dieter fucking Bravo underneath you, vulnerable and strung out was one of the hottest things you had ever seen. You reached down, wrapping your hand that you had just coated with your own cum, running it up and down his thick length a couple of times, before you lined him up, slowly sinking yourself down into his lap. You both moaned at the feeling of Dieter filling you up. 

“You’re so wet, holyshit baby” Dieter groaned, rutting his hips up, unable to hold himself back this time but as soon as he did, your hand came to grip his thick neck, barely fitting around it. You leaned down, almost growling at him as you slammed your hips down again his as a warning, you were so close to his lips that he could feel your hot breath on his skin as you spoke next. 

“Did I not make myself clear? If you don’t stay still, you won’t cum. Now be a good boy and do as you’re told” That has his breath taken away, he swallowed thickly, you felt his adams apple bob against your palm,  nodding slowly as he watched you with wide eyes. “Answer me” you muttered, brushing his lips against his briefly. 

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be good, I promise” he whispered, knowing his voice would crack if he spoke any louder. You hummed in approval, sitting back up as you started to lazily bounce on his lap. His thick cock stretching you open with every movement, he always felt so fucking good inside you, the perfect curve of him his tip rub against that one spot each time you moved, the first time you’d fucked, you knew every other person wouldn’t even come close to Dieter Bravo and his perfect dick, but you didn’t mind. 

Your hand slipped from this throat, down to plant it on his chest to gain stability so you could slam your hips down against his, the noises that filled the room were pure sin and you were certain anyone walking past Dieter’s room would of heard the way you were both crying out. Dieter was always vocal during sex, it was one thing you had come to love about him and right now he wasn’t holding back. He was moaning, grunting and begging for me, begging for you to make him cum, begging for you to let him fill you up, as much as you wanted that, you wanted to make him work for it. “You’ll cum once you make me cum again” you instructed, shoving your free fingers into his mouth for a second to wet them before rubbing your clit in precise circles, you started grinding on his lap back and forth so his tip rubbed against that spot over and over again, building up the pressure inside your core, it didn’t take you long before it snapped once more. 

You came with a cry of his name again, your nails digging into his chest again, your walls tightening around his length, your fingers still working your clit as you rode out your high on top of him. You noticed as Dieter’s noises started to get more frantic, he was gripping onto the restraints more and you knew by the look on his face he was about ready to blow his load, you were honestly surprised he hadn’t as soon as you slid yourself down on him. So when you finished riding out your climax, you gave him a couple more thrusts and when he said “M gunn cum” you lifted up, high enough to let his full length slip out from your heat. 

He whined louder than you’d heard all evening, you were certain you saw him try to hold back a sob, if he wasn’t anchorned down to the bed, he would of flipped you over and fucked into your cunt until you were apologising for not letting him cum, but right now he was helpless, completey at your mercy. 

“Babe fuck what was that for?” he blubbed, his lower lip pouting out as you smirked above him. 

“Cause you misbehaved earlier. Now, keep being a good boy and maybe I’ll let you cum this time” you grinned, leaning down to smash your lips to his, as you held onto the bottom of his cock, sinking yourself down faster than before, this time you didn’t hesitate to start bouncing on his lap, your fingers working against your bud again, you were determined to make yourself peak at least once more before you gave Dieter what he wanted. 

He looked fucked out underneath you, his mouth hanging open, his hair wilder than ever, his neck and chest flushed red, you could see the marks you’d left across his skin developing and it made you just rock your hips harder into him. He looked so pretty like this, you wondered for a second if this is what he felt like when he saw you strung out for him. 

“Fuck Diets, you feel so good. You’re being so good for me” you gasped, as the pleasure started to build up once again. 

“Soak me, please, fuck I’ve been g-good” he stuttered, his knuckles had turned whine from the way he was gripping against the chain that connects his cuffs to the bed, his rings making clanking noises against the metal, his force pulling the headboard back and forth to slam against the wall whilst you bounced on top of him. He was watching the way your body worked, the way your perfect tits bounced with each movement, god he wanted to lean up and run his hot tongue over them but he couldn’t not if he wanted to cum. 

You were writhing on top of him again within seconds, rubbing your clit furiously as you lifted up just as you felt yourself crash over the edge once more, cum dripping down your legs and onto the man below you as you cried out, this orgasm wracking through your body harder than the other two had so far. Dieter moaned at the feelings of you covering him with your spend, he loved when you let go on him like this, it was the same feeling you got when he came inside you, like you were claiming him for yourself.  “Holy fuck that’s so hot” he gasped as he watched you soak his cock and thighs. 

You were going limp now, you needed him to cum soon, you definitely didn’t have the same stamina as your partner when he was in control, but that didn’t matter, this was rocking his world either way. So when your soft mewls calmed down, you reached for him once more, this time, shakily taking him as you still felt oversensitive from the last two orgasms. You began rocking back and forth on his lap again, bouncing every so often, just the way you knew he liked it. You were struggling to hold yourself up, so you planted your other hand on his chest, bouncing as hard as you could manage, Dieter was gasping, groaning and letting out the dirtiest moans he could manage. 

“Fuck fuck I’m gonna cum” he warned, his hands tugging at his restraints harder than you thought was possible, you groaned watching his arms flex as he did so. You knew it wouldn’t take long to build him back up, having denied him twice now, you knew he would let go from just a few thrusts. 

“Cum for me sweet boy, you deserve it” you moaned sweetly and with that, Dieter roared out your name so loud that you felt it in your hands from his chest as his high absolutely tore through his body, he couldn’t help slamming his hips up against you as he came hot ropes of cum straight into your core, you didn’t mind this time, you were done with your little game now, you just wanted him to feel good finally. You hadn’t noticed that you and Dieter had ended up further up the bed from the sheer force of him pulling at the cuffs locking him to the bed, his whole body was tensed below you, and it felt like he just kept cumming, unable to stop. You were certain this was the most he’d ever cum for you but you moaned softly feeling him slow down, going limp under your form. 

You flopped down against his broad chest, not making any effort to disconnect yourself from him anytime soon, you peaked up at the man below you, he was still looking at you, the most beautiful adoring look in his eyes that instantly made you blush and go to bury your face in his chest again. He was trying to find his breath once more, you were slowly rising and falling with his chest, the pair of your absolutely blissed out, it was a few short second before Dieter rasped out with a tug on the bedposts that was much gentler than the others before it “Arms ache” was all he could manage. 

It had you sitting up carefully, he grunted when his softening cock slipping from your ruined entrance. You leaned up to carefully unbuckle his wrists one by one, Dieter took the opportunity to press open mouthed kisses along his stomach, his scruff tickling your skin, causing you to smile down at him. One of his arms instantly flopped over his eyes, the other coming to wrap around your waist as you laid on your side, snuggling into him, burying your nose in the crook of his neck. 

“I dont think I’ve ever cum so hard in my whole fucking life, I can still feel it” he mumbed, squeezing your hip, peaking out from under his arm. You giggled, pressing a couple of slow kisses to his skin. 

“Me too its fucking dripping out of me” you laughed, and it flicked something whitin the man who you had just absolutely wrecked. He was on top of you in an instant, sloppily pressing your lips together, his tongue running over yours, when he slowly pushed your legs apart. 

“Then let me be your good boy and clean you up” he begged once more, against your lips. You ran your hands through his hair once again, moaning as you felt his rings digging into the flesh into your thigh. 

“Okay gorgeous boy and if you do a good enough job, you can do a bump off my tits when you’re ready” you whispered against him, he growled, giving you a slap on your thigh. 

“Good fucking girl” he gritted out, and there was was again, the dominating Dieter you knew. Your needy boy would be back though, now you’d found him, you were going to be revisiting him much more often, but that thought was gone when he was diving into your cunt for a second time that night.

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