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lincolndjarin · 4 months

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Not So Secret Santa

javier peña x fem!reader

this is a part of the @pedrostories gift exchange!!

summary : you get the only person you didn't want for your offices secret santa.

warnings/tags : 18+ mdni, enemies/friends to lovers, canon divergence, steve is your boss/close friend, reader and javier have a complicated relationship, reader is insecure, brief mentions of alcohol, porn with plot, smut, light angst, javier and reader fight physically but it's very light with no actual injury, masturbation, semi-public sex, p in v, idk how to properly tag this but javi likes boobs in this so he touches boobs, unprotected sex (don't do this, wrap it this holiday season), use of a makeshift gag, rough yet very loving sex because it's christmas and christmas magic means i can write what i want.

tldr : you and javi have sex in his office and you put his tie in his mouth to shut him up.

word count : 4.4k

✦ : merry christmas @taro-666 !!! i'm your secret santa !!! i hope you're well this holiday season and i hope you enjoy this fic !! i haven't written much peña, despite how much i love him so i hope i did him justice and i hope you have a wonderful holiday <3 <3 (also sorry this is a little late (20 minuetes left before midnight so we're good). i was out with family all day and was only just now able to get to my laptop, i promise i didn't forget about you lmao)

no use of y/n, reader has hair and painted nails & javier sort of half picks her up at one point, nothing else is described besides clothing.

lovely dividers by @saradika-graphics

“Please, Steve, I’ll give you a week's pay.” You lean across his desk, genuine desperation in your voice after an hour of begging.

“Not gonna happen.” He doesn’t even bother looking up from his computer.

“A month.” Your voice is starting to pitch up, something similar to anguish in your tone. Your offer finally gets a reaction out of him as his eyes widen, head tilting up.

“Jesus, you can’t be serious.” He’s examining your expression, trying to determine the sincerity of your claim.

“My entire Christmas bonus.”

“Okay, stop.” He sighs, giving you a sympathetic look. “We’re not allowed to switch.”

“When did you become such a stickler for the rules?” You cross your arms in front of your chest.

“It’s just a secret Santa. He’s our friend, whether you like it or not, you two are close and this shouldn’t be this big of a deal, now go, please, I need to finish up here so I can leave at a reasonable hour.” He loosens his tie as you sigh.

“It’s not just a secret Santa, Steve. It’s an opportunity for him to tell me that I once again didn’t do something right. No matter what I get him, it isn’t going to be good enough.” Even as you’re saying it you can see that he isn’t going to change his mind about this.

“He’s a dick to everybody. That’s inevitable, it just means he’s comfortable with you.” He’s already turning back to his work.

“Please, Steve.”

“No.”

You glare down at him, giving him your angriest look as his gaze tilts back up to meet yours.

When it’s clear that he isn’t going to switch you turn and leave, slamming his office door in the process.

“Don’t forget, I need you here early to help set up for the party!” His muffled voice seeps out into the hall as you walk away.

Once you’re out in your car and far away from prying eyes you unfold the damned slip of paper you’d drawn earlier today.

Javier P.

Of course, you got stuck with fucking Peña, a nickname you’d given him a few months ago. He absolutely hates it but the entire time you’ve worked for the DEA he’s gone out of his way to bother you. Sure, he’s your “friend”, in a strange, complicated way. But he still drives you up the wall with his constant need to one up you and the way he’s constantly making passes at women around the office.

And it’s not like you have any problems with him sleeping around, lord knows you’ve had a fair amount of one night stands, but he just has to hit on every woman you work with.

Every single woman, except you.

You’d never admit it of course but a part of you will always be self conscious about that fact. It doesn’t help that Javier absolutely adores bothering you at every possible moment. He loves nothing more than to pester, annoy, and mock you, spending nearly half his day leaning over your desk despite the million complaints you’ve sent Steve about his persistent partner.

He’ll sit on your desk, doing an endless amount of things to cause you distress. Like crowding you with his cigarette smell and vanilla cologne as he tells you you’re filling papers wrong, or telling you what colors to paint your nails, or solving your cases before you can even get to them, or teasing you about your shitty car. Today he wouldn’t stop bothering you about your weekend plans like he doesn’t already know exactly where you’ll be.

“Are you doing anything this weekend?” He’d asked with that devastating smirk and eyebrow raise combo.

“I have to go buy my secret Santa gift, just like everyone else.” You’d turned away, avoiding eye contact as he scoffed.

“What about Saturday?” He continued to pry, you wanted nothing more than to shove his perfect ass off your desk.

“The Christmas party, Javi. Just like everyone else.” You had sighed, squeezing the bridge of your nose as Emilia had walked past your desk. Javier immediately forgot your entire conversation as he turned to her.

“I love your nails.” He’d pushed his hair out of his face, holding his hand out to take hers, getting a closer look at the well manicured designs.

You had tuned out after that. Not wanting to be involved in the exchange as you went back to typing. Acutely aware of your own nails.

Red chipped paint.

You couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like to be the object of his affection.

It wouldn’t matter if he did hit on you, you would probably reject him anyway.

Probably.

It doesn’t matter, it’s never gonna happen so why let it bother you?

With a sigh you toss the paper into your cup holder, reaching to turn on the radio, maybe some Christmas music will make you feel better. Of course nothing happens as you turn up the volume knob but it makes you want to scream regardless.

Stupid fucking Peña.

Stupid broken radio, stupid shitty car.

“Fuck.” You mumble under your breath as you shift into drive.

Before you know it you’re back in your car in the DEA office parking lot, this time a few things are different though.

You’re dressed nicer, trading your slacks in for a skirt and your dress shirt for a sweater. And of course you now have a small wrapped box in your lap.

Since you had yesterday off for the holiday you spent your Friday at the mall, searching for a gift for Javier. Eventually you had settled on three little things; Nicotine gum, mostly because you’ll get more work done if he isn’t constantly dragging you outside for his smoke breaks. He complains too much about going alone and it’s always been easier not to argue, now he can stay at your desk with his gum. Beard oil, the fancy stuff he always insists on using in his mustache. You’d bought him the wrong kind last year for his birthday and you still haven’t heard the end of it. And a lighter, you had to beg the shop owner to make an exception and do a same day engraving of his birthday.

Jesus.

You know way too much about him.

You arrived two hours early as requested by Steve to help him set up. With the wrapped box tucked under your arm you anxiously tap the patterned wrapping paper with your freshly manicured nails.

“You should paint your nails green, I love green.” He had said through a drag of his cigarette.

Why did you let that idiot's opinions influence this decision? You feel foolish. The green chrome polish shimmering in the street lights in the parking lot as you step into the building. You had extra time while you were waiting for the engraving and you just couldn’t help yourself when the salon was just a few stores away. The image of Javier holding your hand and examining your painted nails while telling you how nice they looked was just too tempting. Maybe he’d even ask if you did it just for him, and you could drag him into a closet at the party, the exact situation you watched unfold last year. Except in that scenario you weren’t the lucky lady he’d run off with that night.

There’s no time to be thinking like that.

You shake off whatever filth you were imagining as you look around the hectic mess of garland and glitter.

Steve is already stressing, setting up tables as you set your gift under the tree before getting to work. The office is already mostly decorated but with his new position as supervisor Steve is insistent that everything be perfect his first Christmas in charge. So you plate food, and you mix drinks exactly as he wants them, and you hold the ladder steady when he insists on putting more lights up. When you’ve got about a half an hour before guests start arriving you’re finishing up and last minute touches, the two of you crowded around a drink tower.

The tension from your conversation yesterday seems to have fizzled out as you become engrossed in your work, when you’ve both finished he gives you an appreciative look.

“Thank you, seriously, it means a lot.” You help him adjust his tie as he straightens out his shirt.

“Anytime, although I’m surprised you didn’t just ask Javier.” You pat his shoulder as you finish, brushing a stray blonde hair out of his eyes.

He laughs, a nervous chuckle that makes you raise an eyebrow but when you open your mouth to comment on it he lets out a relieved sigh as the first of your coworkers arrive.

More people show up than you could have expected.

You stay near Steve for most of the beginning until he gets dragged away by one of the higher ups who had made an appearance, leaving you alone to sip your drink against the back wall. You hum along to a Christmas song that plays loud enough to drown out any conversation you might eavesdrop on to entertain yourself in his absence, your eyes scan the crowds as you try to match up the people you work with with their spouses.

You’re getting ready to find another group to talk to when you catch a glimpse of him standing against the opposite wall, talking to Bonnie, the woman who works in the cubicle next to yours.

Fucking Peña. Dressed in a stupidly tight green dress shirt.

You should leave them alone, especially if he’s trying to make a move on her. But you can’t help it as you make your way around the room towards them, a vague sense of jealousy settling in your stomach.

String lights twinkle across the ceiling of the office, creating a warm ambience throughout the space, just as you’re about to tap him on the shoulder you overhear their conversation.

“I had to beg Steve to switch with me, took an hour of convincing and a week's paycheck but it’ll be worth it to see the look on her face.” His back is to you as he leans in closer to Bonnie.

He’s probably talking about one of the other women from the office. Steve probably had someone Javier was trying to impress and that’s why Steve didn’t want to trade with you, he had already promised his pick to Javier.

Whatever, you can’t be too bothered about that. It does make you want to return to your spot on the other side of the room but you don’t get the chance to as the music is turned down rather suddenly.

One of the secretaries, Benjamin, stands on a chair, making an announcement that it’s time to do the secret Santa. You manage to twist through the crowds so Javier never sees you, finding his gift and bringing it to where he now stands, simultaneously keeping an eye out for your own gift.

You hand him the box, watching the way his face lights up.

“You picked me?” He grins as you nod, carefully peeling back the wrapping paper as you feel a tap on your shoulder. Benjamin waits behind you, leaning in to whisper while you watch Javier open his gift.

“It was short notice so we didn’t have time to get you a back up gift but your secret Santa told us at the last minute that he forgot to get you something, he promised to bring in something after New Years, I’m so sorry.” You feel a little disappointed as he murmurs but it isn’t that big of a deal, it’s a busy time of year and people can forget things.

“No worries, do you know who it was? I’d like to at least tell them it’s fine.” You turn away from Javier as he smiles at the nicotine gum, Benjamin's eyes flicker from your face to Javier’s before he gives you a sympathetic look, walking away.

Javier traded for your name?

As your head tilts to look at him now you can see the smirk he’s now sporting.

“ …but it’ll be worth it to see the look on her face.”

Javier had made a conscious effort to get your name just so he could not get you something.

Huh.

That doesn’t feel great. The look he gets to see on your face is betrayal and then just sadness. You don’t really care what the reason for his decision is, you turn and walk away from him regardless. If he tries to say something to you it’s drowned out by the music that starts once again.

Why are you so upset over some stupid joke? If it had been anyone else you wouldn’t have cared, you’d have brushed it off as a harmless accident but this wasn’t an accident.

Maybe he didn’t really think of you as a friend.

Maybe all of the teasing and one-upmanship really was from a place of animosity and you were just too blind and too infatuated to see it. You want to cry but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction so you sift through the bowl of keys, searching for the Star Wars keychain attached to your lanyard but you can’t find it. The combination of the blaring Christmas songs with the frustration you’re currently feeling only makes you more emotional.

You don’t want to go to the bathrooms where you might run into someone and you can’t go to Steve’s office because he might be talking to his supervisor, so you go to the only place you know there won’t be people.

Javier’s office.

You walk as quickly as you can, slipping inside as you slam the door shut behind you, clicking the lock in place before turning around, resting against the door as you feel tears spilling from your eyes. It isn’t until he clears his throat that your head snaps up.

Today is just not your day.

Did he know you’d come here? How the hell did he beat you here? He’s fidgeting with the lighter you bought him, watching it light and go out as he sits with your keys in his other hand.

Your face feels hot as you take in the sight of him.

“Give me my keys.” You hold your hand out, wiping your eyes with the other as you wait. Of course he doesn’t hand them over, that would be too easy and today is insisting on being difficult.

“I really liked your gift. Seriously, this is… outrageously thoughtful.” He murmurs, seemingly unaware of your mood until he takes a closer look at you, his expression shifting as he realizes your eyes are rimmed with red. “Why are you so upset? What happened?” He slides open a drawer, tossing your keys into his desk while you consider calling a cab.

What a foolish question.

How could he possibly not know?

“I want to leave, I’m sick of this party.” You turn to leave, maybe Steve can drive you home.

“Come on, the parties barely started.” He’s on his feet, he doesn’t try to corner you, if anything he sets himself against the wall.

“And I want to leave.” When you reach for the doorknob he grabs your wrist, holding it as he stares at you, a look of impatience crosses his face.

“Don’t tell me you’re mad about the secret Santa.” His brows furrow.

“This isn’t about a stupid secret Santa.”

“It sure seems like it is.” He’s still holding your wrist, why is he still holding your wrist?

This isn’t about the secret Santa. It’s a lot more than that, and after ages of keeping your thoughts to yourself in front of him you just let it out.

“This is about the fact that you don’t even care about me enough to make any sort of effort. I know you deliberately chose me, you specifically chose to do this to me and I don’t care that it’s just a stupid prank. It still- It’s still a shitty thing to do.” Your voice starts cracking half way through and you can feel your eyes welling up again but it doesn’t matter anymore, you were wrong, the two of you aren’t friends.

“So this is about the secret Santa.”

Of course he wouldn’t get it.

“You’re an idiot.” You finally pull your wrist from him.

You aren’t sure what else to do so you shove him, his back hitting the wall with a soft thud as you push past him to get to his desk, hoping to grab your keys but he catches your waist first.

“Can you stop being so stubborn for five seconds and just let me explain myself?” You can tell his patience is wearing thin, his voice is strained as he pulls you back against him, caging you against his chest with his arms.

“Fuck Javi- let me go-” You try to kick his knees but he anticipates it, shifting his legs to avoid you.

“Just wait- listen to me.” He swings you around a bit as he tries to still you, you can feel his breath hitching, the buttons of his shirt digging into your back. The two of you thrash around for another moment until you freeze, feeling something poking your hip. When he realizes why you stopped putting up a fight he lets you go in an instant. “Shit- I-I’m sorry.” He stammers as you turn around towards him, eyes wide.

You never thought you’d see Javier Peña flustered yet here he is. When you take a step back his cheeks are burning red, his fingers twitch nervously at his side, and as much as you try to ignore it, his pants are tighter than usual. (And considering how tight they usually are this is quite a feat.) He won’t look you in the eye.

“It- It’s fine, Javi.” You adjust the hem of your skirt, trying to fix your hair. You just can’t catch a break today. “It was an accident, there was a lot of- of friction and it happens. I think I should just go.” You stutter a bit trying to find the right words. This entire evening has been catastrophic, and you’re more than ready to call it a night.

“It’s not an accident.” He mumbles, finally looking at you, not bothering with subtlety as he adjusts himself. “You should probably go.”

If it’s not an accident you don’t want to go.

You want to stay and keep making accidents, starting with rushing forward into him, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. Which is exactly what you do. At first he doesn’t react and you worry you read the situation wrong but when you pull away, just an inch, his hands envelop you.

Hips, waist, back, shoulders, hair. He’s everywhere, all consuming as his teeth graze your lips, in an instant your backside hits his desk.

When he finally does remove his lips from yours his are slick and a tiny bit swollen, his pupils swallow his irises whole.

“I loved your gift, I wasn’t joking, it’s perfect and the last thing I want is for you to think that I don’t care about you. Of course we’re friends, you-” As he rambles on you ball up the end of his tie, unceremoniously shoving it between his teeth.

“Talk later, this now.” You grab the bottom of your sweater, pulling it up over your head, watching his jaw tense at the sight of your chest, his hands playing with the strap of your bra as you hop up onto his desk. Hiking your skirt up, he slots himself between your legs, your own fingers push your panties to the side as he reaches behind you, easily twisting the clasp of your bra to release it, tossing it to the side as his enormous palms engulf your breasts.

You dip your fingers into the wetness between your legs, briefly taking a moment to wonder how you found yourself here. Just moments ago you were ready to leave and consider your friendship with Javier over, yet now you’re spread out on his desk, on display for him as you sink your fingers into your eager cunt.

You don’t get to linger on the thought for long because he groans into the fabric of his tie and you’re pulled back into the moment.

Jesus you’re soaked.

You have no trouble pushing two slick digits into yourself. You can feel the outline of him against your thigh and you know that you need to warm yourself up to take him. He’s too engrossed in your tits to do it right now and you’ve waited too long for this, you don’t want to wait, you just want to have him.

He’s tender at first, squeezing and softly tracing the outline of your areola until he seemingly can’t control himself any longer and he pinches, rolling your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger as your whine. Back arching of the oak of his desk as you curl your own fingers. Even through the tie his moans are still somehow louder than yours, you’re briefly worried about someone hearing as you let out a whimper while he tweaks your nipple but the music’s so loud at the party you can hear Mariah Carey from here.

You don’t stop for a second, putting your focus on reaching the peak that you find yourself already getting startlingly close to. You can feel yourself pulsing as you pick up the pace, reveling in the way his eyes devour the very sight of you. You’re agonizingly close when he grabs your wrist, removing your fingers carefully as you try and resist, wanting to finish what you started, you’re about to whine when he begins unzipping his pants. You can feel your pussy clenching at the very sight of him, of course he isn’t wearing any underwear under his dress pants so the second his zipper is fully down his cock springs free.

Javier fucking Peña has a gorgeous cock.

Standing stiff and proud without either one of you even having to touch it. Pretty and pink on the tip, already leaking down the shaft. And heavy, as he takes it in his hand, his other hand gripping your waist as lines himself at your entrance. He takes a moment, eyes scanning your face, silently asking for permission.

You can’t nod fast enough but the second that you do he slides into you.

You could never conjure up something this good in your fantasies. The way he fills you, stretching you open as he whimpers into the fabric of his tie, you like that he listened, that he kept it in his mouth this long. His strokes are needy and fast, like he’s been waiting for this for so long and now he can’t help but be ravenous. You were already painfully close before he filled you with his perfect cock, it takes only a few minutes for you to be right back there. His fingers dig into your waist so hard that you’re certain he’ll leave marks as he slams in and out of you, pulling out almost entirely with every thrust.

You’re vaguely aware of the sound of his trinkets rolling off his desk and onto the floor.

“Javi, Javi, Javi.” Between gasps you chant his name, the sound encouraging him as he pushes in deep, his pelvis grinding against your clit until you see stars. Your cunt clenching around him as your orgasm is ripped out of you. Messy and loud and blurry, he fucks you through it. You’re so blissed out you can barely focus on the persistent pounding into you until you manage to come back to your senses and his hands leave your waist, instead intertwining with your fingers as his hips twitch forward and you feel him hastily pull out of you.

He spits his tie out, opting to instead bite your shoulder as he comes, the groan that leaves his throat is obscene. Raspy and filthy as he collapses down on top of you, the two of you sweating and gasping amongst the paperwork and pens now scattered across his desk.

Did that really just happen?

He manages to collect himself first, leaning back and tucking himself into his pants before quickly tending to you. He grabs a few tissues, wiping your stomach where the product of your activities lay, before redressing you, slipping the flats that had slipped off, back onto your feet, pulling your skirt back down to cover you as he slides your panties back into place, and retrieving your bra and sweater, lifting you into a sitting position as he redresses you, kissing your cheeks, nose, and forehead the entire time.

“All good?” He whispers, gentler than you’ve ever heard him as you nod, grinning.

“Good enough to make me forgive you for not getting me a present.” You reach into his drawer, grabbing your keys before sliding off of his desk.

“Maybe this was your present.” He tilts his head, kissing you again, smiling all the while.

“That was the perfect gift then.” Probably the best you’ve ever gotten.

“Are you gonna stay for the rest of the party?” He takes your hands in his, his thumbs absentmindedly rubbing circles into your skin.

“I think I need to go to bed after that.” You laugh as you jingle your keys, turning towards the door as he catches your lips in another kiss.

It makes your heart flutter. The continued affection makes you think this isn’t a one time thing. You want more. You want conversations about feelings, and to talk about what just happened, you want to feel him inside you again, and the look in his eyes tells you that you’re going to get all of that. But right now you’re tired, so the rest can wait.

“Can I walk you to your car?” You nod as he murmurs.

He doesn’t let go of your hand, walking you out of the building towards your car, opening the door for you and giving you one last kiss with a promise that he’d call you tomorrow, before you watched him walk back into the building.

Your phone buzzes as you turn your key in the ignition, the sound of Wham! fills the car, Last Christmas playing softly. You take your phone out of your pocket, checking the text notification from Javier.

[ i forgot to tell you how pretty your nails are. merry christmas hermosa ]

Your head turns up in surprise as you realize your radio is working. A new radio system is installed in the center of your dashboard, with a little green bow taped to the top, and a paper tag with Javi’s familiar messy handwriting.

from : your secret fucking santa

a/n : happy holidays everyone!!

#pedrostoriesgift23 #lincolndjarin #taro-666 <3 #javier pena smut #javier peña #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena narcos #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal

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rosepascal · 3 months

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Pedro Character Writer Blog Rec List

In no particular order here are some Pedro character writers + their masterlists. This is an ongoing list so it will be updated continuously

If there is no masterlist link it means I couldn't find it.

If you think an acct should be here plz let me know and ill add them!

@coulsons-fullmetal-cellist - masterlist (Dieter Bravo)

@chronically-ghosted - masterlist (Javier Pena, Dieter Bravo, Max Phillips, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Frankie Morales)

@grogusmum - masterlist (Pero Tovar, Javi G, Oberyn Martell, Ezra, Frankie Morales, Din Djarin)

@huffle-punk - masterlist

@beardedjoel - masterlist (Joel Miller)

@punkette1026 - masterlist (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike)

@thefrogdalorian - masterlist (Din Djarin)

@jobean12-blog - masterlist (Joel Miller)

@burntheedges - masterlist (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Din Djarin)

@theywhowriteandknowthings - masterlist (Javier Pena, Dieter Bravo, Frankie Morales), Joel Miller, Dave York, Din Djarin)

@covetyou - masterlist (Joel Miller, Dieter Bravo)

@janaispunk - masterlist (Joel Miller, Dave York, Javier Pena)

@gasolinerainbowpuddles - masterlist (Joel Miller)

@missredherring - masterlist (Agent Whiskey, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Eddie BTVS, Ezra, Frankie Morales, Joel Miller, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Maxwell Lord, Oberyn Martell, Tim Rockford)

@hyzer34 - masterlist (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales)

@beskarandblasters - masterlist (Din Djarin, Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Ezra, Dieter Bravo, Tim Rockford, Mr. Ben)

@studioghibelli - masterlist (Joel Miller)

@pimosworld - masterlist (Frankie Morales, Joel Miller, Dave York, Javier Pena)

@toomanystoriessolittletime - masterlist (Agent Whiskey, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Dave York, Frankie Morales, Max Phillips, Joel Miller, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Maxwell Lord, Oberyn Martell, Pero Tovar, Javi G, Javier Pena)

@magpiepills - masterlist (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Dieter Bravo, Javi Pena, Marcus Moreno, Ezra, Marcus Pike)

@lincolndjarin - masterlist (Din Djarin, Joel Miller, Agent Whiskey, Frankie Morales, Javier Pena, Ezra)

@thot-of-khonshu - masterlist (Frankie Morales)

@gg-pedro - masterlist

@punkshort - masterlist (Joel Miller)

@wheresarizona - masterlist (Javier Pena, Joel Miller, Dave York, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, Agent Whiskey, Javi G, Marcus Pike, Max Phillips, Oberyn Martell)

@joelalorian - masterlist (Joel Miller)

@iamasaddie - masterlist (Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Frankie Morales, Veracruz, Dave York, Oberyn Martell, Marcus Pike, Tim Rockford)

@auteurdelabre - masterlist (Joel Miller, Dieter Bravo, Javier Pena, Frankie Morales)

@undercoverpena - masterlist (Javier Pena, Frankie Morales, Joel Miller, Marcus Pike)

@fhatbhabie - masterlist (Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Frankie Morales, Dieter Bravo)

@sweetenerobert - masterlist (Joel Miller, Dave York, Dieter Bravo, Frankie Morales, Oberyn Martell)

@whxtedreams - masterlist (Joel Miller, Javier Pena)

@anabdaniels - masterlist (Agent Whiskey)

@psychedelic-ink - masterlist (Agent Whiskey, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Dave York, Frankie Morales, Max Phillips, Joel Miller, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Oberyn Martell, Pero Tovar, Javi G, Javier Pena, Ezra)

@hellishjoel - masterlist (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales)

@mypoisonedvine - masterlist (Javier Pena, Din Djarin, Joel Miller, Dieter Bravo, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike)

@flightlessangelwings - masterlist (Din Djarin, Veracruz, Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike, Pero Tovar, Marcus Moreno, Javi G, Ezra, Agent Whiskey, Max Lord)

@penvisions - masterlist (Din Djarin, Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Javier Pena)

@popcornforone - masterlist (Dave York, Javi Gutierrez, Din Djarin, Tim Rockford, Oberyn Martell, Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike, Max Phillips, Mr. Ben, Joel Miller, Marcus Moreno, Dieter Bravo, Max Lord)

@idolatrybarbie - masterlist (Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike, Dieter Bravo, Max Phillips)

@albertasunrise - masterlist (Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike, Ezra, Din Djarin)

@princessanglophile - masterlist (Oberyn Martell, Din Djarin,

@tightjeansjavi - masterlist (Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Dieter Bravo, Frankie Morales, Javi G)

@morallyinept - masterlist (Ezra, Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Javier Pena, Dave York, Agent Whiskey, Oberyn Martell, Dieter Bravo, Marcus Pike, Din Djarin, Max Phillips, Marcus Moreno)

@thelastofhyde - masterlist (Javier Pena, Joel Miller)

@honeyedmiller - masterlist (Din Djarin, Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Frankie Morales)

@welcometodrama - masterlist (Joel Miller)

@lumoverheaven - masterlist (Joel Miller)

@swiftispunk - masterlist (Joel Miller, Javier Pena, Ezra, Frankie Morales, Tim Rockford, Marcus Pike, Javi G)

@dilfspitdrinker - masterlist (Joel Miller, Frankie Morales)

@ghotifishreads - masterlist (Joel Miller, Dieter Bravo, Frankie Morales, Tim Rockford)

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beskarandblasters · 7 months

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An appreciation for the “small” fic writers

Hello! I wanted to create this rec for smaller fic writers (about 1,000 followers or less) because I know how it feels to be discouraged by the amount of notes you get and the amount of followers you have. So I made a post asking for your favorite small creators (including self recs you guys sent in and some of my favorites, too!) and here is that list! The banner is by the lovely theywhowriteandknowthings who I would mention here but they’re actually featured on the list below 👀🩷

Without further ado I present to you,

Some “smaller” Pedro Pascal writers listed in alphabetical order order along with what Pedro boys they write for! 🩷 (RPF about Pedro is not included)

@amanitacowboy - Javi P

@atticrissfinch - Joel & Javi P

@avastrasposts - Frankie

@beefrobeefcal - Frankie, Joel, Dave & Javi P

@bluestar22x - Din, Javi P, Pero, Javi G, Frankie, Tim, Marcus M, Marcus P, Joel & Whiskey

@bonezone44 - Joel & Ezra

@chaoticgeminate - Javi P, Javi G, Dieter, Pero, Frankie, Maxwell, Whiskey, Din, Marcus P, Marcus M, Zach & Mr. Ben

@cool-iguana - Din, Joel & Javi P

@coulsons-fullmetal-cellist - Dieter

@dark-scape - Joel

@decembermidnight - Din

@diversemediums - Javi P & Din

@frenchiereading - Frankie & Joel

@gmno-writes - Javi P, Din, Frankie, Joel, Dieter & Marcus P

@iamskyereads - Ezra

@idolatrybarbie - Frankie

@inthe-dark-tonight - Joel

@intheorangebedroom - Frankie

@ishabull - Marcus P & Din

@jenispunk - Joel

@julesonrecord - Joel, Whiskey, Ezra, Frankie & Dieter

@katareyoudrilling - Joel, Dave, Marcus P, Frankie, Javi P & Dieter

@kedsandtubesocks - Din, Javi P, Whiskey, Dieter & Marcus P

@kiwisbell - Javi P, Joel, Frankie, Din, Dave & Javi G

@ladamedusoif - Joel, Javi P, Mr. Ben, Din, The Thief & Ortega

@lahooozaherr - Din & Whiskey

@lincolndjarin - Din & Joel

@lovers-liability - Joel

@mandoisapunk - Din, Joel & Javi P

@milla-frenchy - Joel & Javi P

@missredherring - Tim, Pedro Across the Street, Oberyn, Maxwell, Marcus M, Marcus P, Joel, Frankie, Ezra, Din, Dieter & Whiskey

@mondaychildsworld - Din & Joel

@morallyinept - various Pedro boys, like pretty much all of them!

@ohforficsake - Frankie

@pamasaur - Joel

@pascalsbby - Joel, Whiskey, & Javi P

@penvisions - Joel, Frankie, Din & Javi P

@pimosworld - Frankie & Joel

@princessanglophile - Oberyn

@ramblers-lets-get-ramblin - Joel, Javi P & Frankie

@rhoorl - Dieter & Frankie

@romanarose - Joel & Frankie

@sin-djarin - Joel

@sirowsky - Joel, Javi P, Javi G, Frankie, Din, Marcus M, Marcus P, Pero & Dave

@secretelephanttattoo Joel, Marcus P, & Javi P

@sofasoap - Din

@sp00kymulderr - Javi P, Ezra, Marcus P, Joel, Dieter & Din

@stardustandskycrystals - Joel, Whiskey, Marcus M, Javi G, Dieter, Ezra & Javi P

@thelightsandtheroses - Dieter, Joel, Frankie & Javi P

@theywhowriteandknowthings - Din, Joel, Frankie, Javi P, Javi G, Dave, Dieter & Max

Part two!

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #javier peña fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #ezra prospect fanfiction #javi gutierrez fanfiction #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus moreno fanfiction #oberyn martell fanfiction #max phillips fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfiction #tim rockford fanfiction #agent whiskey fanfiction

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wannab-urs · 5 months

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The Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024

Hello and welcome to the PMAMC 2024, a Pedro Pascal Character Fanfiction Event!!!!

Last year a few of my friends and I haphazardly threw together a little fic event where we wrote a bunch of Pedro Pascal characters getting pegged. This year, I decided to make it a whole thing, as I often do.

The rules were simple: one fic per Pedro Boy, they get pegged. That's it.

Here are the fics!

The Main Event

Comandante Veracruz - @flightlessangelwings

Dave York - @theywhowriteandknowthings ✨

Dieter Bravo - @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Din Djarin - @prolix-yuy

Ezra - @for-a-longlongtime - TBA

Frankie Morales - @beskarandblasters

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels - @wannab-urs

Javi Gutierrez - @max--phillips

Javier Peña - @morallyinept ✨

Marcus Moreno - @magpiepills

Marcus Pike - @agentmarcuspike ✨

Max Phillips - @gasolinerainbowpuddles ✨

Maxwell Lord - @idolatrybarbie

No-outbreak Joel - @eupheme

Oberyn Martell - @lincolndjarin

Pero Tovar - @nerdieforpedro

Post-outbreak Joel - @jksprincess10

Pre-outbreak Joel - @hier--soir

✨ indicates new fic as of today

Extras - 1/22

(Either not included in the main list or being written for more than once. You can submit a fic to be included on this list after the Main Event has posted!)

Frankie, Veracruz, Max Phillips, Marcus Pike, Silva, Ortega, PATS, Tim Rockford, Mr. Ben (SNL), Paul (SNL), Mario (SNL), Zach Wellison, and more!

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Happy Reading!

#PMAMC 2024 #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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noxturnalpascal · 4 months

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My 2023 Fanfic-Wrapped

I only really started reading Pedro fanfic in April or May, I got started on some of the well-known fics on AO3 that were recommended on tiktok. However, one of them brought me to tumblr (because I wanted to see more from this author, I wanted to see their moodboards and their sneak peeks). And I haven’t left since.

I even decided to try my hand at writing as well. It’s been a LOT of fun. (My masterlist is here if you want to see all the weird shit I wrote so far). Thank you to everyone who has supported me in all my efforts and to all the friends I've made.

I wanted to create this list to highlight some of my faves this year. If you haven’t read these, they all come highly recommended by me.

I'll be reblogging everything on this list throughout the day. If you’d like to reblog this post and add some of your own favorites from this year - PLEASE DO!!! I would absolutely love to get new recs!! Let’s share the love!!

In no particular Order - Here are some of my favorites from the year!

Fave Writers (I’ll read anything they write)

@toxicanonymity (joel miller masterlist) Personal Faves: NightWalks!Joel, Vamp!Joel (both Ongoing)

@theywhowriteandknowthings (masterlist) Personal Faves: Creep - Joel, Princess and the Duke - Dave York (Ongoing)

@chloeangelic (masterlist) Personal Faves: Love Me Back - Joel, Seeking What is Desirable - Joel (Ongoing)

@goodwithcheese (masterlist) Personal Faves: The Layover - Frankie, Paranoid Heart - Javi P (Ongoing)

@beskarandblasters (masterlist) Personal Faves: Me and My Husband - Din Djarin, New York or Nowhere - Bodega!Joel (Ongoing)

@absurdthirst (masterlist) Personal Faves: Kinktober 2023 Oct 15th - LactationKink!Dieter, A Marriage of Convenience - Regency!PeroTovar, (they have SO many good ones)

Fave Ongoing Series

Mall Rats (Jackson-era!Joel) by @strang3lov3

Oh! Honey (Monster!Joel x Mortician!Reader) by @lincolndjarin

Hard to be Soft, Tough to be Tender (Pimp!Joel) by @iamasaddie

On the Waterfront (Chubby!Mafia!Frankie) by @beefrobeefcal

The King’s Queen (Royalty/ArrangedMarriageAU!Javi G) by @wardenparker

From Eden (PlantShopOwner!Joel x Married!F!Reader) by @5oh5

A Lover’s Pinch (Professor!Joel x Student!Reader) by @hier--soir

Into the Beat of the Night (Bi!Frankie x afab!gn!OC) by @perotovar

Fave Finished Series

A Stranger’s Heart Without a Home (Jackson-era Joel) by @morning-star-joy (This is the one that brought me to tumblr. Doni created this beautiful story and it has a very special place in my heart.)

Late Night Texts (Post-Colombia Javier Peña) by @undercoverpena

Someone’s Wife in the Boat of Someone’s Husband (Married!No-Outbreak!Joel) by @netherfeildren

Something New (SexWorker!Frankie) by @prolix-yuy

Something Wretched About This (DrugDealer!Joel) by @covetyou

Pioneer Frankie (A series of stories about Pioneer!AU!Frankie) by @frannyzooey

Trial & Error (No-Outbreak!Joel helps Tommy & reader get pregnant) by @thetriumphantpanda

Pleased to Meet You (Meeting Francisco Morales - twice) by @intheorangebedroom

Fave Characters

Husband's Best Friend Joel Miller (with Married! Reader) (HBF!Joel) by @gracieispunk

Jackson-Era Vampire! Joel Miller (A Secret Worth Keeping) by @multiversed-daydreamer

Soccer-dad No-Outbreak Joel Miller gets a racy text from an unknown number (The Right Wrong Number) by @proxima-writes

Demon! Ezra (with Witch! Reader) (In Every Lifetime) by @xdaddysprincessxx

Protective Jackson-Era Joel Miller (A Safe Haven) by @joelsgreys

THROUPLE Frankie x Joel x F!Reader (Catalyst Masterlist) by @ezrasbirdie

Sleezy Gas Station Joel *MC* Miller (Meet Me in the Back) by @atticrissfinch

Porn Star Joel Miller (with Porn Star Reader) (I Know it When I See it) by @bageldaddy

Fave Dark/DDDNE Fics (These fics aren’t being put in the corner but they do come with some very special warnings so I wanted to separate them)

Trick or Treat? (DDDNE Dark!Frankie Morales x Dark!Joel Miller x Dark!Dave York x F!Reader) by @morallyinept

Bullet For You, Darlin’ (DDDNE Dark!Raider!Joel Miller) by @kewwrites

Online Friends (Cherry Bomb) (Dom!Joel, online/phone sex) by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Blessed Be the Fruit (Dark!DubCon! Joel Miller - Handmaid’s Tale AU) by @romana-after-dark

Red Light (Dark!Obsessive!DubCon! Landlord Joel Miller) by @kiwisbell

The Burglary (DDDNE burglar!Joel Miller x f!reader x burglar!Tommy Miller) by @milla-frenchy and @aurorawritestoescape

I don't know man.... I just know I like it

Menuet (It’s an animal/shapeshifter/monster fucking thing (Pero Tovar) that fundamentally changed who I am as a person) by @psychedelic-ink

Liquid Gold (Joel - and Tommy? - help Pregnant!Reader out when an issue arises) by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Get a Grip (Watch Model!Joel Miller x Manicurist!Reader Hand/GloveKink!) by @bonezone44

Mother Who Provides (Mommy!Kink Joel gets breastfed) by @pedge-page

Goodbye 2023, See you all next year!!!!

#fanfic wrapped #noxturnalpascal #pedro pascal characters #joel miller fanfiction #frankie morales fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction

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pedrostories · 4 months

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❄️ PedroStories Secret Santa event 2023 ❄️

Thank you again for participating in PedroStories’ second Secret Santa event! We hope this event gave you some joy this holiday season! 💙

Special shoutout to our pinch hitters: @gasolinerainbowpuddles who jumped in later to help us out and @katiexpunk & @taro-666 for taking on two prompts! 🥰

Additional shoutout for Santa's little helpers who made sure this event stayed on track: @userdjarin, @wannab-urs, @chronically-ghosted, @oogaboogasphincter & @pedrorascal

You can find all the works published by the participants below the cut!

MASTERLIST

* - Mature/Explicit work

VISUAL ART

Joel Miller banners - from amongtlou to tempestuous-lush

Dieter Bravo fanart - from taro-666 to mysterious-moonstruck-musings

FANFICTION

Dieter Bravo

* Tear You Apart - from psychedelic-ink to dark-scape

* The Knight & His Queen - from mysterious-moonstruck-musings to booburry

Run Over By A Reindeer... - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn

A Thing for Angels - from miraclesabound to toxicanonymity

Din Djarin

* closure - from javier-pena to quinnnfabrgay-writes

to know the light - from burntheedges to lincolndjarin

* salt water - from 5oh5 to chronically-ghosted

Retrograde - from taro-666 to 5oh5

Ezra

* devour (the entire universe) - from frannyzooey to wannab-urs

* Floating in Space - from 0celesteisthebest0 to julesonrecord

the trembling willows - from sp00kymulderr to djarinmuse

Cross My Heart - from brandyllyn to oonajaeadira

Frankie Morales

Copilot - from frenchiereading to joelmillers-whore

* The Gift is You - from julesonrecord to the-blind-assassin-12

merry christmas, cariño - from joelsflannel to frenchiereading

A Little Christmas Magic - from the-blind-assassin-12 to something-tofightfor

* A love letter to Frankie - from fhatbhabie to prolix-yuy

* Gas, Grass or ASS - from katiexpunk to astroboots

* Routine - from endlessthxxghts to alwaysbethewest

Jack Daniels

* Under Your Skin - from wannab-urs to javier-pena

Stay Close to Me - from alwaysbethewest to iamskyereads

Snakebit - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn

Javier Peña

* Under Your Skin - from wannab-urs to javier-pena

* office party - from tieronecrush to flightlessangelwings

* Not So Secret Santa - from lincolndjarin to taro-666

* If We Make It Through December - from lucyeyelesbarrow to tieronecrush

Paperwork - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn

Mistletoes in the Moonlight - from 221bshrlocked to undercoverpena

Joel Miller

* it means something - from undercoverpena to joelsflannel

* Joel Miller fanfiction - from tempestuous-lush to sweetercalypso

i've got my love to keep me warm - from thetriumphantpanda to yeollie-plz

* Modern Day Hero - from flightlessangelwings to miraclesabound

* Snow and Mistletoe - from something-tofightfor to burntheedges

The Reason for the Season - from prolix-yuy to psychedelic-ink

Oh, the Wildflowers - from adora-but-ginger to amongtlou

Candlelight - from sweetercalypso to adora-but-ginger

a heart for melting - from joelscurls to thetriumphantpanda

Muffins and Jam - from noisynaia to katiexpunk

* freeze-thaw - from covetyou to oogaboogasphincter

Bookends - from djarinmuse to pascalispretty

Simply Having - from iamskyereads to talaok

* A gentleman - from talaok to lucyeyelesbarrow

* Joel Miller fanfiction - from booburry to fhatbhabie

A Very Miller Christmas - from yeollie-plz to joelscurls

* Nightmare Before Christmas - from katiexpunk to xdaddysprincessxx

* Love Shack - from pascalispretty to sp00kymulderr

* Visions of Sugar Plums - from dark-scape to covetyou

* twin peaks. - from toxicanonymity to endlessthxxghts

* Happily Ever After - from xdaddysprincessxx to frannyzooey

* Cinnamon and Sugar - from gasolinerainbowpuddles to thirtysevenodddogs

* a bowlful of joel-y - from oogaboogasphincter to lisadean

Marcus Moreno

Have Yourself a Moreno Little Christmas - from chronically-ghosted to noisynaia

Marcus Pike

* closure - from javier-pena to quinnnfabrgay-writes

* Procedures to Reach a Common Agreement - from thirtysevenodddogs to 221bshrlocked

Text Me Merry Christmas - from quinnnfabrgay-writes to 0celesteisthebest0

Max Phillips

I'll Leave a Light On For You - from oonajaeadira to artemiseamoon

Pero Tovar

* What the heart wants - from artemiseamoon to blueeyesatnight

* The Cross: The Spirit of the Season - from blueeyesatnight to brandyllyn

dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics 💙

due to the less than ideal tagging system of tumblr all the participants are tagged in the reblogs

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morallyinept · 7 months

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A list of all my favourite JOEL MILLER Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 5

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Bad Girl Series (Masterlist for series) - @seventeenpins DBF!Joel

For The Record - @penvisions

My Journey To You Series - @starry-eyes-love

No Closer Could I Be To God - @proxima-writes

Falling Into My Sins Series & Whatever's On Tonight - @inthe-dark-tonight

Butter - @fuckyeahdindjarin

Looking Back - @eupheme

This Time It's Over - @farmerlarrry AFAB!Reader

Psycho Series - @hellishjoel BratTamer!Joel

The Birthday Boy - @tightjeansjavi

Happy Birthday - @trulybetty

Crying Over Spilt Detergent - @katiexpunk

A Gentle Hand - @louswrld11

New York Or Nowhere Series - @beskarandblasters Bodega!Joel

Sick Days With Joel Miller - @bearsbeetsbeskar

Black & Gold - @pascalisbaby

Feel It In Your Bones - @joelscurls

Flash Bang - @jrrmint DBF!Joel

What Do You Need - @whatsnewalycat BratTamer!Joel

Red Light - @kiwisbell Landlord!Joel

My Special Toy - @millerscoffee DD/LG

Lost In The Dark Series - @iamasaddie BFD!Joel

Cigarettes Out The Window - @alt-vera

She's A Bad Lil' Bitch, She's A Rebel - @thetriumphantpanda BratTamer!Joel

I Couldn't Want To Anymore Series - @stylesispunkk

Wet - @alwaysmicado FWB!Joel

Meet Me In The Back - @atticrissfinch

Mothman Fever - @beskarandblasters Mothman!Joel

September - @cavillscurls

I'm Your Fool, Sugar & Let Me At Them Nylons, Darlin' - @blackfemalenerd

Making Forts Under Covers - @janaispunk

Sleepless - @covetyou

VS - @strang3lov3

On Your Mark - @psychedelic-ink FallenAngel!Joel

In The Middle Of The Night - @javiscigarette

Develop - @missredherring

Joel Miller Masterlist - @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin So much Joel to choose from!

Love Me Back Series - @chloeangelic

That Pretty Girlfriend - @psychedelic-ink

Super Shy - @eufezco

Playing The Long Game - @buckyysdoll

Joel Miller Masterlist - @randofantfic Couldn't choose just one!

Body Language - @cupofjoel

To Make You Forget - @granolawriting

You Wanted This - @alwaysmicado

Fucking Your Best Friend's Brother - @beskarandblasters

Slumber Party - @livyjh @fhatbhabie BFD!Joel

Home - @brighttears

Oh Honey Series - @lincolndjarin Monster!Joel

#joel miller #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #joel miller tlou #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x gn!reader #joel miller x m!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller fluff #tlou fanfic #joel x f!reader #joel x you #joel x reader #pedro pascal character stories

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lincolndjarin · 7 months

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Pretty in Pink

main masterlist ✧ kinktober masterlist ✦

kinktober : day three - afab!reader x no-outbreak!joel miller

prompt : breeding [ 18+ mdni ]

word count : 1.5k

summary : you and joel have been trying for a baby for a while now, you're skeptical when you get advice from a friend but you're willing to try anything at this point.

warnings, etc. : fluffy, smut, praise, joel 'breeding kink' miller, p in v, unprotected sex, lingerie, creampie, pregnancy talk, this is just a quick little porny fluffy drabble lmao

a/n : yippee! happy 3rd day of oct!! def expect a lot of days switching around lmao, i'm just going w the flow lol

You stare at the bathroom mirror, you feel a little ridiculous but you know he’s had a hard week and at this point you’ll do anything to help him relax. So you put on the pink satin nightie your friend had convinced you he’d love. You put on a bit of makeup before opening the door a smidge.

“Close your eyes.” You sound like a child the way you whine.

“You’re killin’ me darlin’.”

“Please?”

“Okay, okay.” You can practically hear the way he holds his hands up in defeat.

You’re learning the hard way that trying for a baby is a long and arduous task. With Sarah in highschool, and Ellie in elementary, you’ve agreed now is as good a time as any to try for one more. The only problem is you haven’t been feeling great about how long it’s taking. You’re easily discouraged despite how willing Joel seems to try as often and as hard as possible to knock you up.

So when your friend who is currently six months along offered to give you some advice you were more than willing to sit down at a nearby mall and talk. You’d expected to hear the usual technical jargon. Track your cycle, avoid using lube, and reduce your caffeine intake. You’ve been doing all of that and more for months now with no luck but much to your surprise she had only one piece of advice.

“Have fun with it.”

It sounded absurd to you but she kept on explaining. Telling you that it was important that you were both comfortable and enjoying yourselves, it helped her to try new things. You tried to explain to her that Joel was old fashioned, he didn’t like new things. He liked you naked and in a bed, nothing fancy involved.

Your friend of course didn’t seem convinced, dragging you to Victoria Secret, insisting that the sheer little pink thing you’d settled on was perfect.

Except it doesn’t feel perfect.

Because now you actually have to show him and you’re pretty sure he’s just going to have you take it off immediately and you’ll feel like an idiot and this will all be for nothing.

You take a few steps out of the bathroom, he’s sitting on the bed, back against the headboards as move towards him. wringing your hands nervously. He looks like he always does. Handsome, and in his boxers and navy blue shirt. You’re beside him now and you’re just about to lose your nerve.

“Nevermind this is stupid.” You blurt out as he opens his eyes. You give him an apologetic smile as he looks you up and down. You turn around, wanting to just change and forget any of this happened as he grabs you by your arm, pulling you onto the bed.

“Not stupid, not stupid at all.” He stares at you, infatuated as he pulls you onto his lap. He takes a bit of the see through fabric in his hands, running it through his fingers. “S’pretty.”

“Really? You like it?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I thought you didn’t like this kind of thing.”

“What kind of thing? Pretty things? I like you, why wouldn't I like this.” Your face gets hot as he lifts the fabric, running a finger along the hem of the matching pink panties.

“You really like it?” Your face is getting hotter by the second as he drags you forward by your hips so you can feel his hard on straining through his boxers.

“Like it so much.” He rocks his hips up against you with a groan. “Such a- fuck, such a pretty color.” He hooks a finger onto the crotch of your panties, pulling them to the side as he ruts up against you, watching with hungry eyes as you soak the front of his underwear. He usually spends quite a bit of time warming you up but now he seems wildly impatient as he pulls his dick out over the band of his boxers along with his balls. “Want you to wear this more often, s’nice.”

“Th-thanks.” You stammer out as he guides his cock into you as you sit up on your knees.

“Sit down, sugar, take it all, I know you can do it.” Once he nudges the first couple of inches into you he brings his hands back to the sheer fabric. You do as he says, taking your time until you’re fully impaled on it, the two of you moaning in unison.

“Oh, Joel.” You whisper, feeling the blunt head of his cock bump against your cervix.

“Bet this would be even prettier stretched over a round belly.” He squeezes your hips, leveraging you down onto him as he thrusts up into you. You’ve never seen him so worked up as his hips jolt up into you, his breathing going unsteady. He’s never been one to talk during the deed, usually all you can get out of him is a few grunts and curses but now he seemingly can’t stop mumbling to himself as he marvels at the way the pick fabric clings to you in some places while flowing freely in others. “Can’t wait to have you bouncing on my cock when you’ve got your bump.” The sudden vulgarity from him shoots sparks through your veins as you slowly start moving, raising and dropping your hips, reveling in the feeling of him filling you completely as he bunches up the fabric a bit, pulling it out of the way so he can watch you take him.

“Joel please-” You whine, your hands go to the headboard behind him to steady yourself. “Please touch me.” He enthusiastically obliges, one hand going to your clit while the other palms at your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers over the thin fabric. He leans forward, pulling your breast out of the nightie, sucking the tender flesh.

“These are gonna get bigger too.” He mumbles against your tit, your hips stutter as he sinks his teeth into the swollen nub. “Gonna be so round- and soft.” He sucks your nipple back into his mouth, his fingers picking up speed between your legs as you feel your stomach getting tight, your breath going ragged as you slam your hips down on him, pressing him deep against the spot inside of you that makes you see stars. “Come on- fuck, fucking take it.” He growls as he pops his mouth off of you, pulling you into a kiss as you chase the feeling inside of you, moaning against him until in one sharp motion you seat yourself on him completely, sending yourself over that edge.

His lips move from your mouth to your chin, then cheeks, then forehead, he kisses you everywhere as you work yourself through your orgasm, everything going tense as that white hot fire ripples through your veins.

When you come down from your high your legs feel like jelly and you honestly aren’t sure you’re gonna be able to keep going but thankfully he takes matters into his own hands, planting his feet on the mattress firmly behind you as he wraps his arms around your torso to keep you upright. He fucks up into you, his pace brutal and unrelenting as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Gonna fill up this pretty pussy, make you a mama.” He murmurs against the sensitive skin of your throat, his thrusts quickly becoming clumsy as he groans. He’s quick to follow you, his cock pulses and you can feel him spill against your walls, his demeanor softens with his prick as he rubs his nose against yours. “I love you s’much.” He mumbles, gently lifting you, helping you off his lap as you lay beside him.

You take a moment, catching your breath as he leaves the room, returning quickly with a glass of water, handing it to you as he turns the lights off, crawling into the blankets with you as you lay your head on his chest.

“Love you.” He says quietly, giving you a quick kiss that you know means good night as he settles in.

You sit in silence for a few minutes before sighing mostly to yourself.

“What if this doesn’t work? Like ever?” You whisper into the darkness, curling yourself up closer to him.

You expect him to be asleep, or to brush you off, and to tell you that it will. Instead he just pulls you closer.

“Then we’ll keep trying. And if it doesn’t work then we’ll look into other options. I went through the adoption process once already, it should be easier the second time around.” He kisses your forehead and you feel him relax, you know he’ll be asleep in a few minutes. You’re just happy he’s willing to validate your worries.

“Good night, love you.” You murmur, you really do mean it.

He’s right. You’ll keep trying, and if it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen. There’s no way to know if you’re pregnant or not until then. (Although Joel isn’t all that surprised when you take a test two weeks later and are met with two blue lines.)

a/n : for the first time ever i actually like something i wrote lol

#lincolndjarin #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel tlou #tlou joel #joel the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #the last of us #fan fiction

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planet-marz1 · 7 months

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I'm so so behind on reading fics, but these are some I've read this week! I decided to be an organized girlie for once, and seperate these into which specific character the fic includes

you can find a masterlist with all of my fic recs here

Javier Peña

Take The Weight Off His Shoulders by @thetriumphantpandanotifs

stuffing by @palioom

Unexpected Phone Calls by @tangledupinyellow

I just had to let you know you're mine by @tulipsbymybed

Drenched by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Joel Miller

Sitting Pretty by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Pretty In Pink by @lincolndjarin

Edge Of Darkness by @hyzer34

little old piece of heaven by @buckyysdoll

Blood Flow by @bunnysbrainrot

Patience Long Gone by @fettuccin-e

What U Need by @sageispunk

the man in apartment 6a by @spookykoolkat

Transit 1C by @randofantfic

Needy & Mornin', Birthday Girl by @talaok

the best of the world in the palm of our hands by @covetyou

Ring by @mandoisapunk

Sarah's Teacher by @granolawriting

In the Middle of The Night by @javiscigarette

Guilty by @chloeangelic

First Date by @thepascalofus

here in your doorway by @swiftispunk

making forts under covers by @janaispunk

hot single dilfs in your area want to chat! by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Biting Down by @psychedelic-ink

Who Does this Belong to? by @lucyeyelesbarrow

Din Djarin

Keen by @bits-and-babs

Love Is a Fire That Burns Unseen by @moonlight-prose

Sweet Boy by @lincolndjarin

NSFW hc by @the-scandalorian

Lesson by @pedroshotwifey

highly recommend any works by all of these lovely writers 💗 I'm very veryyyy behind on my tbr list, so I'll probably do another rec list early next week!

#mari's fic recs #joel miller fic recs #din djarin fic recs #javier peña fic recs

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gswizzsstuff · 8 days

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Hi I’m a tiny voice but I just wanted to give sooo much love to the writers on here! Words can’t say how much you all mean. Here’s just a handful I love ❤️

@justagalwhowrites @joelscruff @theidiotwhowritesthings @jobean12-blog @fuckyeahdindjarin @toxicanonymity @forever-rogue @buckyalpine @macfrog @swiftispunk @atticrissfinch @tommysversion @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist @iamsherlocked-1998 @dilfspitdrinker @joelswritingmistress @beardedjoel @lincolndjarin @punkshort @hellishjoel @pedroshotwifey @endlessthxxghts @mermaidgirl30 @joelmillerisapunk @pedge-page @notjustjavierpena @beefrobeefcal @ezrasbirdie

Just here saying you all doing what you do makes life worth living and gives so much joy! I’m so glad I found these pages ❤️❤️❤️❤️

(There’s so many more also so feel free to tag any)

#pedro pascal #joel miller #writers on tumblr #ilysm #bucky barnes #i love you #thank you

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sp00kymulderr · 3 months

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💗Welcome to the fic rec list!💗

This is where I keep the all time greats, and the ones I want to come back to again and again. The list will be regularly updated, because there's so much incredible fic out there!

Please do also check out my #fic rec tag for loads more goodies.

💗DIETER BRAVO💗

our girl by @party-hearses

send in the clown by @covetyou

jester little bit more by @covetyou

stay gold, baby boy by @chronically-ghosted

Circle, Circle by @insomniamamma

three's company by @pennyserenade

A Bad Idea by @the-blind-assassin-12

Non-Disclosure Agreement by @atinylittlepain

i crawl home to her by @chronically-ghosted

For You, I Would Ruin Myself by @thelightsandtheroses

Misfire by @qveerthe0ry

Fifty Shades of Orange by @all-the-things-2020

My Favorite Part by @tightjeansjavi

Little Monsters by @chronically-ghosted

Chaste by @covetyou

Dress Me Up & Call Me Pretty by @morallyinept

You can never keep a soul by @chronically-ghosted

💗EZRA💗

Hue by @goodwithcheese

Shorn by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Exposed by @maggiemayhemnj

The Pit by @morallyinept

Compulsion (series) by @iamskyereads

The Thing That Gives by @lincolndjarin

weathers cool, folks fine by @justrunamok

Dream Within a Dream by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

The Devil Beckons (And I Must Heed His Call) by @pettyprocrastination

Lamplit by @fleetwoodmactshirt

💗JOEL MILLER💗

Seven by @proxima-writes

ripe by @hier--soir

something wretched about this (series) by @covetyou

Oh Honey (series) by @lincolndjarin

Fifteen Seconds, Sixteen Years by @dilf-din

Night Walks (series) by @toxicanonymity

Five of Joel Millers birthdays by @bastardmandennis

💗JAVIER PEÑA💗

nights are so starry, blood moonlit by @janaispunk

Helpless Optimism by @the-blind-assassin-12

Dry Run by @chronically-ghosted

💗MARUCS PIKE💗

I'll Crawl Home To Her by @thetriumphantpanda

caught red lipped by @5oh5

Personal Day by @sin-djarin

💗FRANKIE MORALES💗

into the beat of the night (series) by @perotovar

#sp00ky fic recs #fic rec list #pedro pascal characters #lmao can you tell where my obsession lies?

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hsllfirescoopsreblogs · 23 days

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「 ✦ javier peña ✦ 」

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all javier peña stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

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► @creedslove

▻ deserve it (includes their whole masterlist as well)

▾ 21 chapters

▻ longing

▾ His longing for you is going to be the death of him, especially if he thinks he isn't good enough

► going slow by @ezrasbirdie

▻ When you're dating Javier Peña, and sex hurts.

► accident by @promisingyounglady

▻ we all make accidents. javier forgetting to pick you up at the train station was an accident. you forgetting to bring an umbrella was an accident. throwing a knife at your husband? you’re going to have prove that one was an accident to him.

► it’s never too late by @javierpena-inatacvest

▻ You are an elementary school teacher who just moved to Texas for a fresh start when you meet a very handsome man from the Laredo Sheriff's Department coming to give your class a presentation.

After your co-workers pull some strings for you to meet again, you and Javier Peña find yourselves falling head over heels for each other.

► accident by @promisingyounglady

► not so secret santa by @lincolndjarin

▻ you get the only person you didn't want for your offices secret santa.

► m.i.a by @itsharleystuff

▻ After a major fight between the two of you, a month goes by in which you give each other the silent treatment, figuring out if you should start seeing different people. However, Javier has a problem: he can’t get his dick hard for anyone that isn’t you. So, when he sees how easily you can move on from him, he gets awfully jealous.

► carry out by @soullumii

▻ javier’s messy way of dealing with business causes the two of you to work late. he offers to buy you carry out to apologize for making you stay late (and, more reluctantly, for making you miss the date you had planned). then he offers something else to make it up to you.

► if i could hold you for a minute by @bluebeary-jay

▻ Javier wants nothing more than to go home to you. And thanks to his partner's generosity, he gets to.

► @l0ngschl0ngking

▻ work for it

▾ Javier wants you. Plain and simple. You don’t fall for his charm so easily

▻ not his type

▾ you are helping at Chucho’s ranch and Javier thinks you are still definitely not his type.

► home by @liltangerineart

▻ Ten years and two kids later, Javier still finds himself falling harder for you.

•MASTERLIST

•PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

hopefully all links work, let me know if not <3

last updated april 16, 2024

#javier peña #javier pena x reader #javier pena imagine #javier pena fluff #javier lena smut #javier pena angst #javier pena series #javier pena one shot #pedro pascal #narcos #narcos x reader

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burntheedges · 4 months

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to know the light

Din Djarin x gn!reader | word count: 2.1k | ao3

summary: to go in the dark with a light is to know the light.

a/n: this is for the @pedrostories Secret Santa event! I hope you like it, ro!! @lincolndjarin It ended up way more introspective than I planned, but I think it’s still pretty fluffy. The summary is a line from a poem by Wendell Barry, which is quoted at the bottom in full.

tags/warnings: fluff, a teensy bit of angst, introspection, winter, food mention, reader has no description

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There are times when Din is grateful for the helmet.

On days like today, when the sunlight reflecting off the snow drifts is bright enough to burn spots across your vision, when the cold is so sharp you feel like the muscles in your face are frozen and immovable, when the tips of your ears and the bridge of your nose are bitten by the icy wind, well — it’s been a long time since Din actually experienced any of those sensations for himself.

But he almost feels the ghost of them against his skin, watching you.

He watches you squint against the sun and blink away its reflection on the pristine snow, eyes watering. He stands just inside the Crest and touches your face with his bare hands, warming your skin from playing with Grogu out in the cold. He gently applies salve to your wind burns, frown hidden by the helmet as he frets about his inability to protect you from such unjust enemies as cold weather.

He watches, and he wonders. What does it feel like, to have the icy wind howl across your face? To always raise a hand to block the light of the sun? It’s been so long since he’s dealt with such normal, everyday, human concerns. It’s like he’s feeling them for the first time, every time he experiences one through you.

Din loses himself imagining it again as he wades through the snow drifts that are stacked high along the path between the Crest and the nearby settlement. He knows, intellectually, that the midday sun reflecting off of the snow around him is bright and harsh, even as his visor corrects the glare. He knows, as he feels it zip through the small gaps in his cowl and nip at his neck, that the wind is frigid and biting.

But he also knows that the landscape is beautiful. You’d said so, just this morning, as you stood on the open ramp of the Crest and shivered. You’d been bundled up in your warmest clothing and wrapped in a blanket, cradling Grogu against your neck. Din had watched as both of you gasped, awestruck by the sunrise over fields of snow and ice and frost-covered trees, all completely untouched in the morning light.

After you’d gone inside, Din had looked out over the same landscape and wondered what he might be missing.

Looking at it now, he feels the sudden desire to know so strongly that he has to close his eyes and clench his fists to keep them still. He’s becoming a hoarder, and he knows it. Recognizes it, but can do nothing to stop it. He’s greedy, gathering little moments to his chest and holding them there, protecting them. Cherishing them.

He’s hoarding the moments when he looks at things with his own eyes. Without the helmet.

It feels dangerous. It feels like testing his limits, like inviting in a feral lothcat and letting it wind around his legs. Like any moment someone will come in and catch him looking. But every time he looks at you with his own eyes, the outline of you is burned onto his retinas like the sun spots he imagines the bright snow burns on yours.

Eyes still closed as he walks steadily down the path, Din thinks back to the moment from just this morning, when he woke next to you in the bunk on the Crest. He releases the memory from his tight, protective grasp, breathing it in and letting it fill his lungs. He sinks back into the feeling of opening his eyes and finding your face in front of him. The curve of your cheek, the slope of your neck. The whisper of your breath in your sleep. He’d wished, just for a moment, that he could lift your blindfold and look at you in full.

Din’s heart races nervously at the thought, even now.

The memory of that moment, of his eyes tracing paths across your skin with no barrier in the way, glows like an ember inside of his chest. It warms him and it burns him all at once. It’s enough that he barely feels any chill at all as he finally steps around a bend in the path and the small settlement spreads out in front of him.

Din takes a moment to carefully tuck the memory away before he steps across the invisible boundary into the town, alert as always in unfamiliar surroundings.

The town, whose name he has not yet learned, is fully overgrown to bursting with blue and silver decorations for the annual winter festival. It’s the reason you and Grogu had set out without him just hours before while he worked on a few repairs, sorely needed before they could fly to the next planet. He’d watched the interest spark in your eyes and the joy take over Grogu’s face and had nodded immediately, as soon as you suggested exploring the town and seeing what the festival was all about. He can't resist you, not ever, but especially not when he can see the excitement shining on your face. He wishes, briefly, that he could add a memory of your eyes, alight with wonder, to his collection. He pushes the yearning away before he can dwell on it.

Walking through the town, Din tries to imagine what you and Grogu were thinking as you did the same. What did you notice? What drew your eye? He lets his gaze dance across the arches woven from ribbons and winterblooms, down the paths strung with twinkling lights, over the happy faces of the crowd. He knows you were probably smiling, utterly charmed by everything and everyone around you, delighted to explore something new. He can picture it like you’re walking right next to him.

Soon enough, he turns onto the main square. It wouldn’t be noticeable to most, perhaps just you and Grogu, but he is arrested by the sight in front of him, so taken aback that he pauses, just briefly, actually surprised into stillness. The fountain dominating the center of the square has five frothy tiers that reach high above all of the buildings around it. It is completely frozen — almost like they sent it cascading upwards and stopped it at its highest point, preserving it in time. It shines like clear glass in the bright light of the sun. Even the tiny spouts of water dancing in complicated patterns around the edges of the fountain are frozen perfectly, like delicate lace. Din recognizes, somewhere deep in his mind, that he would not have let something like this capture his attention before he met you. The knowledge tugs at something deep inside of his chest, and his hand twitches, almost rising to rub at the spot. He blinks, momentarily stunned, before smoothly continuing his forward motion and scanning the square around him. Looking for you.

It doesn’t take him long to find you.

You and Grogu are at the fountain — you’re sitting on its edge, framed by the graceful slopes of frozen water behind you. You're watching and smiling as Grogu dances along it, waving his tiny hands and swaying. Din notes, distantly, that he’s dancing to the music coming from the stage across the square. He watches as you laugh and play with his son, offering him your gloved finger to help him spin in little joyful circles. He can almost hear Grogu’s giggle from 30 feet away.

You turn your head, and Din moves smoothly to the right to partially shield himself behind a column of flags on the side of a booth. They’re woven from the same ribbons he’s seen decorating every building and booth (and person). He takes the opportunity to simply observe you and his son enjoying each other’s company. He realizes, once he lets his eyes drift away from your faces, that you’re each wearing crowns of winterblooms. He smiles as he imagines the looks on both of your faces when you saw the fountain for the first time.

He knows that as much as he watches you, you also watch him. And so he isn’t surprised when, only a few moments later, you look up again and look right at him, even partially hidden as he is. The smile that blooms across your face has him moving before he even realizes he’s taken a step.

Not towards you, though. Din starts to smirk as he moves, letting his instincts take over to conceal himself in the crowd. He knows you’ve lost sight of him, glances back to find you looking over the crowd with narrowed eyes. You stand, shielding your gaze against the bright winter sun with one hand, but you’re already looking in the wrong direction. He starts to grin and feels the anticipation surge down his spine as he moves slowly around the other side of the fountain.

A few moments later he steps to the side of a small group of dancers and brings his hands up to snake around your waist from behind, pulling you back into his chest. You gasp and Grogu squeals, delighted. Din knows in that moment that if anyone could see his face, they’d know exactly how he feels about you. He wouldn’t be able to hide it, not without the protection of the helmet.

“Din!” You’re laughing, head thrown back to rest on his shoulder. “How do you always do that?” He tucks his face into your neck and enjoys the feeling of you easily sinking into his embrace. He chuckles lowly in your ear and murmurs, “I’m a hunter, cyar’ika. You know how.”

You release a breath and spin in his arms. “You don’t have to hunt me, you know. I’m already caught.” You raise one eyebrow at him and bite down on your smile. He moves his right hand up to cup your cheek and gently frees your bottom lip, smoothing his gloved thumb over it.

“Maybe I just need to be reminded, sometimes.” He can hear his own tone, and notes that it’s thoughtful. Almost wistful. He knows you can hear it, too, and watches as you tilt your head to study him.

You smile again. “Then you should hunt me whenever you like.” You wrap your arms around his waist and step closer into his embrace. “I will always be happy to be caught. To remind you.” He leans forward to press his forehead against your own, briefly, just long enough for both of you to feel the kiss before he steps back.

“How’s the festival?” He looks down at Grogu, who is smiling up at both of you with his little arms raised. Din stoops to pick him up and his son starts babbling what he assumes is the tale of their day so far.

You laugh again. “Well, I think that sums it up.” He shakes his head and huffs out a laugh. “There’s a ceremony in a little while, with lights and food, apparently. We thought we might stick around for that before heading back.” He nods, agreeing with your plan. Grogu cheers.

Din sits on the fountain next to you and listens as you share what you’ve done in your hours apart, and what you have left to explore before the light ceremony. What Grogu liked and how much of the festive blue food he’s eaten (which is, as always, impressive). Where you got the crowns of winterblooms and what has been your favorite thing about the festival so far. What you’ve seen and felt and heard and tasted.

He listens, and looks over the square, tracing your path through your story. He watches in his mind’s eye as you stop at that booth, as you taste those cakes, as Grogu dances with the crowd of children by the small stage. He can see the moments play out in front of him through your eyes and your words and your memories. He’s helpless against the soft smile that takes over his face.

Din knows what he sees through his visor is different from what you and Grogu see, and a small part of him mourns that difference, sometimes. But an even larger part of him has come to understand that knowing it through you is a gift that he never could have asked for, never would have known to look for. He’d never even thought it possible to know the world through someone this way. To know anything or anyone this way.

There are times that Din is grateful for the helmet, but more and more often, lately, there are times when he wishes, with a fervor that frightens him, that he could experience life without it.

But he’s learning to see the galaxy through your eyes and through the eyes of his son. And for now, at least, that is enough.

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To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings, and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.

Wendell Berry, 2007

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x gn!reader #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin #x reader #my fic #pedrostories #pedrostoriesgift23 #pedro stories secret santa

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