Thank You For Adding My Javi Story To The List

Thank you for adding my Javi story to the list 🥰

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

PART 7

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⚠️ 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.

Tasting - @creedslove

Given To The Wild Series - @couldsewyouastitchandsavenine

Caller Number Nine - @katiexpunk

Sun To me - @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Hush - @jpbpxma

When It Rains - @bitchesuntitled

Midnight Rainstorms - @thundermartini

Within You/Without You - @ozarkthedog

Closer To Light - @sp00kymulderr

Let Us Pretend Series - @undercoverpena

Make Me Sweat - @itsokbbygrl

When The Rain Washes You Clean, You'll Know - @thelightsandtheroses

Red - @hellishjoel

It's Where I Belong - @thosewickedlovelies Rancher!Javi Bi!Javi

Nothing's Going To Take You From My Side - @quinnnfabrgay-writes

Fresh Out The Slammer - @freelancearsonist

Margin Of Error Series - @iamskyereads

Waffles & Cigarettes - @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Hold Please... & ...Your Call Is Important - @ghostofaboy Featuring Dave York & Marcus Pike MMM

When It Rains - @couldsewyouastitchandsavenine

DIY - @magpiepills

Cared For - @blueeyesatnight Older!Javier

Sweetest Taste - @jobean12-blog

Glitch - @janaispunk

Angel In Disguise - @nerdieforpedro PlusSize!Reader

The Hounds Of Hell Series - @milla-frenchy Featuring Steve Murphy

Javi's Playground - @mermaidgirl30

With You I Fall Down - @joelsgreenflannel

words to use when writing

Appetite:

craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse:

agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault:

attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound

Beautiful: 

admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting

Brutal:

atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild

Burly:

able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed

Carnal:

animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean

Dangerous:

alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous

Dark:

atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched

Delicious:

enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty

Ecstasy:

delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled

Ecstatic:

delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild

Erotic:

amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing

Gasp:

catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded 

Heated:

ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous

Hunger:

appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst

Hungry:

avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting

Intense:

forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous

Liquid:

damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping

Lithe:

agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry

Moan:

beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl

Moving:

(exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling

Need:

compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen

Pain: 

ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart

Painful:

aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded

Perverted: 

aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile 

Pleasurable:

charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent

Pleasure:

bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven 

Rapacious:

avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering

Rapture:

bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy

Rigid:

adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering

Sudden:

abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning

Thrust:

(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel

(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick

Thunder-struck:

amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback 

Torment:

agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe

Touch:

(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap 

(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize

Wet:

bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water

Wicked:

abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched

Writhe: 

agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

Oh this was so beautiful! The loving nature between them both and how she shows Din to enjoy the little things 🥰

new perspective

pairing || Din Djarin x f!Reader

word count || 2.8k

summary || teaching the infamous Mandalorian to slow down and enjoy life isn't easy. it takes planning, patience - and silken sheets apparently.

content || SMUT, domesticity, simple pleasures, shower sex, sensual massages (i'm incorrigible), p in v sex, cowgirl position 🤠, slow sweet sex, post-orgasm planning for the future (this is din, after all)

a/n || i know, i know. i can hear it all now. "mel, where the fuck have you been???" celebrating my graduation and then immediately devolving into an existential crisis. but that's okay! not only have i figured out my direction in life, but i've returned with everyone's favorite topic: simping for Din Djarin.

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Din Djarin is not a man who knows how to take his time. He’s a workhorse, constantly on the go from one job to the next. He simply never learned the skill of savoring the little things in life. A good meal, a hot shower, a full night’s rest, leisure time. All of those things are simply a stranger to him. Any pleasure he takes, usually at his own hand, is perfunctory at best, a release of tension for its own sake.

Until you.

It starts simple - a set of silken sheets that you bring onto the Crest. Din returns to find you sprawled out on the small bed you share with a sleepy smile that makes his chest feel funny. Your fingers fan out against the soft material.

“Come feel.” You murmur. He doesn’t hesitate to tug off the thick leather gloves and brush the fabric with the back of his fingers. You watch as his shoulders soften, his head tilting as he takes in the foreign feeling. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” He says contemplatively. “It’s soft.”

Your smile widens and you shift over, making room for your lover. “Join me?”

“In a bit,” Din promises. The chill of his beskar soaks into your skin as he presses his forehead to yours. His warm palm cups your cheek and he holds you there for a breath before pulling away. “I have some more work to do.”

It isn’t hard to convince him to strip down when he joins you later that night. He’s exhausted, body aching from a long day’s work. He lets you strip away his armor and flight suit until he’s left in his briefs. You’re used to him falling asleep the moment he collapses into bed - but tonight is different. His eyebrows raise in surprise when he relaxes back into the pillows, his fingers rubbing circles against new sheets. Din is a man of few words but it’s obvious how much he likes the new addition to the bedroom.

“Come here,” He whispers, beckoning you to join him. The tension melts from his body as you curl up against his side. He tilts your chin up and kisses you softly, a wordless offer of his thanks that you eagerly accept. Surrounded by the cool sheets and the woman he loves, he falls asleep within minutes. That morning, Din lingers in bed for those first drowsy moments after waking. He wakes you with a few gentle caresses of his hands over your shoulder and arm and a murmur of your name. He looks more rested than usual.

You make sure to buy matching pillowcases the next time you’re out.

With every passing day, Din learns how to slow down and savor the morning. It doesn’t take much to keep him in bed with you a little longer each morning - a few soft touches and sweet kisses, and Din sinks right back into your arms. He rubs his face into the crook of your neck and drifts in and out of sleep, practically purring with every brush of your fingers through his hair. His voice, so deep and rough first thing in the morning, rumbles low in his chest as he murmurs his love into your skin. It’s simple, this early morning peace the two of you share. So simple, but so important.

You slip into the shower with him one random evening. You can’t help it. He’s been gone for two days straight on a bounty hunt and you’ve missed him. His eyes light up with interest as they trail over your naked body, his hands finding your waist and tugging you against him. A shiver of desire arcs up your spine - but you didn’t come here to get fucked silly in the shower. Well, not yet at least. You loop your arms around his shoulders and press up on your toes to kiss him properly. Din groans against your lips, already moving to press you against the shower wall. A gentle tug on his hair is enough to stop him in his tracks.

“Can I wash your hair?” You ask, looking up at him like the picture of innocence.

Din blinks at you, confused. “You want to… wash my hair?”

“Yeah,” You say softly.

There’s no need to over-explain. The two of you have mastered this silent communication over the months you have spent together. He searches your face for a moment before his expression softens, implicit permission given in the way his eyes shine for you. You gently lather shampoo into his thick curls and let your nails drag along his scalp in the way he loves. His eyelashes flutter under your touch but his eyes don’t close. He’s too intent on watching you. The grip he has on your hips tightens as you work, little groans falling from his lips at the simple pleasure of your hands on his body.

He lets you maneuver him and tilt his head back into the water without a hint of resistance. For a man so used to keeping everyone at arm's length, the trust he holds for you is plain as day. His cock twitches against your belly as your fingers meticulously work the suds from his hair. The barest hint of your skin against his is enough to get him riled up, but this…? The press of your slick, bare body pressed against his? His body language begs for more. He leans into the press of your fingers and cants his hips forward, slowly grinding against you with stuttered breaths.

The moment the water runs clear, Din lifts you by your thighs and presses you against the cold shower wall. You can’t help but admire the bulge of his biceps as he leverages you up and nudges your entrance with the head of his cock, searching your face for permission. The hungry kiss you drag him into is all the permission he needs. A new rush of adrenaline seizes his body as he sinks into you. He fucks you hard and fast, pace faltering at the pure heaven of your body. He wedges his hand between your bodies and rubs insistent circles against your clit. He just knows your body too well - within minutes, those frantic bursts of pleasure built into a powerful orgasm that leaves you trembling and weak in his arms.

Din buries his face in the crook of your neck as he spills inside of you just seconds later. Every moan and panted breath echoes through the small shower. You shiver at the feeling of his lips pressed against your neck. He always knows just where to kiss and touch to leave you like putty in his hands. He goes willingly when you guide him in for a real kiss, lazy and slow as the water streams against you. Careful not to let you slip, he lowers you onto your feet and maneuvers you until the water pounds against your back.

You should have expected him to return the favor. Din doesn’t take no for an answer.

“It’s your turn.” He murmurs, too adamant and stubborn to be swayed. You’ve always loved that about him, even when it gives you grief.

You melt into his chest as he works product into your hair, his fingers massaging at your scalp in a way you didn’t even know you needed. Little sounds of satisfaction fall from your lips with every touch. Sometimes you forget just how big his hands are. He palms the back of your head and draws you close enough that your noses brush, but he doesn’t kiss you. Not yet. He just watches you for a moment as he thoroughly washes your hair. He takes in the way you look up at him with an expression so full of love that he aches.

“I love you,” His voice is so low that it almost gets lost in the thrum of water, but you hear it. He can tell by the way your eyes light up, by the soft smile that curls your lips.

“I love you, too.” You whisper back. Din kisses you softly before tilting your head back and rinsing the suds from your hair.

Slowly but surely, you introduce Din to a life he never realized was possible. He learns how to revel in the attention and care you give him. He learns how to give it in return. His thoughts always return to you when he’s on a bounty, knowing he has to return to his little love waiting for him at his ship. Every now and then, he finds something to bring back to you - a little trinket, some sweets, a new book. You always look at him as if he’s placed the entire universe in the palm of your hands. Fuck, he would do it, too. Anything to see you so happy.

Din returns from a week-long bounty exhausted, sore, and with a little gift in hand. It’s just a new robe, something soft and airy for you to wear on those long nights in hyperspace. You gasp softly when he hands it to you, your fingers exploring the silky fabric as if it’s precious - and to you, it is. Not because it’s some rare or expensive treasure. Just because it comes from him.

Allowing you to remove his armor is as easy as breathing. He eagerly accepts every touch and kiss you give him, more than happy to let you do as you please. You set every piece of armor aside with care and neatly fold his flight suit. It doesn’t take any convincing to get him into the shower with you. The burning heat of the water soothes some of the aches that linger in his muscles. A dull throb still follows his every move but he powers through, not wanting to spoil such a pleasant evening with his lover.

He never really learned that he can’t hide anything from you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask as he eases himself onto the edge of the bed.

“Just sore,” He concedes, slowly rolling his shoulders in a vain effort to ease the tension. Your eyebrows furrow as you look him over with a keen eye. All you wear is that scrutinizing expression and the pretty robe he got you, and he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful. He sighs and reaches for your hand. “Come on, let’s just get some sleep.”

“You can’t sleep if you’re this uncomfortable.” You squeeze his shoulder, frowning when you feel how tight his muscles are. “Let me help.”

Din meets your gaze, your eyes so earnest that he doesn’t even think to deny you. He lets you maneuver him as you please until he’s laid out on his belly with you straddling his hips. A low groan rumbles through his chest when your hands bear down on his shoulders. Every pass of your fingers brings a strange combination of pleasure and pain that leaves him melting into the bed.

Even after all these months, he just isn’t used to the feeling of your skin against his. A simple passing touch is enough to have him shivering, but this? It’s overwhelming, all-consuming in the best possible way. It doesn’t take long for that pain to melt away into pure pleasure. Breathless, needy sounds follow every pass of your fingers. He can't help but rock his hips, grinding his cock into the silken sheets.

By the time you've finished working your thumbs into his lower back, you've reduced the Mandalorian beneath you into a desperate, hungry mess. He goes without hesitation when you urge him onto his back. His hands immediately find your hips and he grinds up into the heat of your cunt. The only thing that stops him from flipping you over and fucking you into the sheets is the gentle hand you place on his chest.

“Let me.” You whisper. Your voice carries a soft thrum of need that leaves him aching. “Let me take care of you.”

His fingers tighten at your hips at the mere brush of your fingers against his cock. That grip becomes bruising as you slowly sink onto him. Pleasure curls through his belly at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him, so hot and slick and perfect - it would be so easy to lose his mind in the rapture of your body. It isn’t easy to keep his eyes open under the onslaught of pleasure, but it’s well worth it. He’s rewarded with the sight of your jaw falling slack and a shiver wracking your body. The stretch, the angle - it’s all new to you. You aren’t used to taking him this way. He isn’t used to letting you.

You sigh a breathy, pleased little sound that makes his heart skip a beat or two. Fuck, you might just be the death of him one of these days. It’s a demise he welcomes if it means meeting his end at your hands. That first roll of your hips has his head tipping back into the pile of fluffy pillows, yet another addition of comfort you’ve brought to this bed. You can’t take your eyes off him - the flex of his biceps, the clench of his jaw, the sheen of sweat that glistens on his tan skin. A delicious vision of the man you’ve come to love so dearly. You lean down and press a kiss to his chest, his collarbone, to that sweet spot where his pulse thrums in his neck.

Your fingers comb through his curls, bringing his pleasure-clouded gaze back to your own. His lips part as you set a slow, steady pace. Every rise and fall of your hips makes his eyelashes flutter but he doesn’t look away. He’s too entranced by this, by the pure newness of it all. Heat pulses and courses through your belly with every grind of your clit against him, grows stronger with every needy sound you pull from him. His chin tips up, an obvious plea, and you kiss him. Soft and slow, full of tongue and teeth.

Din doesn’t think he’s ever experienced anything quite as overwhelming as this. He isn’t a stranger to the feeling of your body or the love you somehow hold for him, but this is all new. Every slow rock of your hips sends honeyed pleasure slinking down his spine. There’s no need to rush. He can take his time and truly feel you, revel in the plushness of your thighs and the wet heat of your cunt. For the first time, he lets himself explore your body unhurried. His hands drift up and palm your breasts, his fingers rolling your nipple with a gentle touch. Your head tips back as you hum a pleased little sound.

Din can’t help but press his hips up, rising every time yours fall. He doesn’t take control, doesn’t try to set a faster pace. He just moves with you as fluid as rushing water. His hands shift to cup your ass, his fingers digging in and spreading you out for him. Desire clouds your gaze as he grinds his hips at that perfect angle that makes you see stars. You’re so close - he can feel it in the telltale rhythmic pulse of your cunt, in the way your thighs tremble. Slick drips in little rivulets down his thighs.

“Perfect, so perfect,” He rambles between rushed breaths. “My sweet girl, all mine.”

“Yours,” You promise. “I’m yours.”

All it takes is one perfect rock of his hips to have you falling apart for him. That tension finally bursts through your belly, your cunt tightening around him with every aching wave of pleasure. You lose all sense, all ability to keep your pace, but Din is quick to take over. His grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you down, spilling himself as deep as your body can take him. You let yourself melt into his chest, a wave of pleasure shuddering through you with every twitch of his spent cock.

Din locks his arms around your back, all too content to keep your body against his. No complaint comes from you. You just tuck your face into his neck with a spent sigh. The two of you float together in that sweet, exhausted haze. He doesn’t know for how long, but he never wants it to end. He never wants any of this to end. He wants this forever, for every possible moment of his life to be soaked in this contentment. Surrounded by soft sheets and the smell of your perfume. Unhurried and easy, with you.

Months ago, such a realization would have thrown him into an existential crisis. But he didn’t have you all those months ago - this sweet, bright-eyed, spitfire of a woman currently taking a cat nap on his chest. He didn’t have the sweet scent of your shampoo infused in his sheets. He didn’t have your soft exhales ghosting along his throat. He just didn’t know that life could be like this. The moment you shift as if you’re making to get off of him, his arms tighten around you.

“Just a little longer,” He murmurs, his voice sleepy and pleasure drunk.

You're more than happy to indulge him.

Are you looking for a series that is completed? Do you want to go on a rollercoaster ride of emotions? A story with twists and turns? Then boy do I have a story for you!

Devotion

I have waited months for this series to be completed and it was worth the wait to be able to binge! OH MY GOD! I read the entire thing, last night. I could not put it down until I was finished, it was that good. Do yourself a favor and just go ahead and read it.

Devotion 🖤 Masterlist

Series Summary: When is it enough? When is it too much? When does Devotion become Obsession?

I. Stronger Together CH 1 CH 2 CH 3

II. Predator or Prey? CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 CH 8

III. Path to the Future CH 9 CH 10 CH 11 CH 12

Epilogue Some Summer Sunday

Series Warnings: 18+ MDNI, canon-typical violence/death, death of clickers, guns, blood/injury, references to previous SAs (not described), Reader has low self worth & trauma, this group/cult is not feminist - women aren’t treated as equals, Joel has sexual relationships with other characters (not described in detail), possessiveness, manipulation, stalking/spying on, Joel gets mean, DubCon Oral, Joel gets abusive (verbally, mentally, physically (he hits, throws, and bites), thoughts of self-harm and suicide, talk of periods & pregnancy, unprotected PiV, oral sex (m & f receiving), come eating, DIRTY TALK, brief reference to breeding kink and creampie kink (but reader does NOT get pregnant in this story).

A/N: OBVIOUSLY this is canon-divergent, but it is post-outbreak. The events of outbreak day have not changed (sorry Sarah). Reader does have a developed background that plays heavily in her character arc, so in that sense she is very much an OC. Reader has a nickname and some minor physical descriptions.

LAYOUT OF JOEL'S HOUSE

AO3 LINK

MOODBOARD BY @strang3lov3 MOODBOARD BY @beefrobeefcal

*🖤*NOTES ABOUT THE CULT & JOEL BELOW*🖤*

ABOUT THE CULT

The Cult's Core Ideology

Build up a community (and supplies) to return to a thriving society that can keep people safe & find a cure.

The Cult Operates by its 3 Tenants:

How Joel does it (what he "preaches")

I. Build Trust (We are Stronger Together)

Makes people feel beautiful, important, HEARD

Shares the wealth (food, shelter, women)

Seeks Power & Control to get others to help him

II. Us vs Them (The Predator Vs The Prey)

FEDRA is the enemy, do not trust them

Assimilate or Destroy all other people/groups

Attack them before they attack you

III. Gather & Prepare (Create a Path to the Future)

You can never have enough, always take take take take

The community you create now will determine future society (fair, honest, hardworking)

Once you are well-prepared and rebuild, you can work on finding a cure

🖤

Notes about Joel and the Cult:

He and Tess began this community together in 2010 after they met Bill and Frank and they felt that the QZ was becoming too dangerous and unstable. They settled in a small, remote town in the mountains of Vermont. Tess helps him "run" the community but she has a submissive role. (Their dynamic here is different from canon.) Tess has his respect probably more than anyone else does but she is not looked upon like an equal by anyone in the community.

Timeline/Ages:

This takes place in the fall of 2012, so It’s been 9 years since outbreak day. Joel is 45, my HC for Reader is Early 30's (Tess is 39/40). Reader's exact age isn't given, but she was in her early 20's on outbreak day and I wanted her to have experienced a fair taste of an adult life before the world ended. I didn't want to write the reader as inexperienced or with too large of an age-gap, although I think 11-14 years is still pretty significant. She has a history that plays a significant role in her personality (wary, untrusting). She has been hurt/abused by men - both those that took advantage of her when she was young, as well as by those that she trusted/loved. There are very few physical descriptions but she is very much an OC. Note that her age is not something that's explicitly mentioned because I did want to keep it inclusive. I hope everyone who wants to read this can use their imagination to fit themselves into the story in a meaningful way.🖤

Loved this! 😍

MORNING BLISS

Pairing: post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel has a surprise for you.

Tw: 18+ mdni smut, almost pwp, fluff, big age gap (reader in her early 20s, Joel’s in his late 50s), f!oral, somno, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie, breeding kink, pregnancy talk (not a lot), fingering, cumeating, swearing, pussy slapping, Joel can pick up reader.

Word count: 3,5k

A/n: I’m tired of winter and snow and would love to get dicked down by Joel under the sun. Thus the fic. Thank you to @milla-frenchy for beta reading😘 Hope y’all will like it!❤️

MASTERLIST

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The bright morning sun woke you up shining through a tiny crack between the drapes right in your face. You turned on your other side away from the light and saw the bed next to you empty.

You sat up looking around Joel’s bedroom and rubbing your sleepy eyes. It was 4:15 on the clock and you furrowed your brows. You remembered that it was his day off so he probably couldn’t sleep which wasn’t rare those days.

You sometimes teased him saying that old people always got up early. He grumbled at you but a little curve of his lips told you that he wasn't offended. He often said that the hefty age difference between you two made him feel younger.

You got out of bed to look for him. Joel’s tee enveloping you like a soft cloud and the wetness between your thighs reminded you of the night before. First you had made him forget his name sucking on his cock and then he’d fucked you hard and stuffed your pussy full of his seed. You felt it soaking your boyshorts as soon as you got up.

You could have gone back to sleep but the bright sun and the thoughts of Joel stole the last traces of your sleepiness.

You stuck your head out of the bedroom and called his name but everything was quiet. You went downstairs- nothing. The only other option was the backyard. You went to the back door, put on your zip up hoodie hanging there, shoved your feet into a pair of old crocs and went outside.

The summer sun blinded you for a second and you paused on the back porch. The rays were already hot but the morning breeze made you shiver and the skin on your naked legs erupted in goosebumps.

The backyard was quite big and it took you a few seconds to notice Joel crouching among the apple trees behind the bushes. The trees were old and tall and you loved sitting under them with a good book while the canopies were hiding you from the heat of the sun but still letting you bask in its warmth.

You stepped on the grass from the porch but immediately jumped back as the cold morning dew reached your feet. Inwardly you scolded yourself for getting so soft but that’s what the safe life in Jackson had done to you and you couldn’t complain.

“Joel!” you called, raising your voice but trying not to be too loud, afraid of waking up Joel’s neighbors. He didn’t turn around. The thought that his hearing had got worse panged your heart.

You shouted a little louder and he finally looked your way, got up and walked to you with a warm smile on his face. His forehead was glistening with sweat and his shirt was opened revealing a gray tee underneath.

“What are you doing over there?” You asked, hugging his middle as soon as he came up to you. The scent and warmth of his body enveloped you and you took a deep breath melting in his arms.

“Ehm..I have something for you.”

“Really? What?”

He chuckled, shaking his head as his big hands glided over your ass cheeks warming you up.

“Be patient, sweetheart. I need a couple minutes to finish up. Get me some water, would ya?”

You raised your brow. Joel wasn't one for surprises. He was loving, caring and sweet but loud gestures were not his thing, especially in your situation. Yet you saw his love in little things every day.

You pecked his scruffy cheek and went inside to pour him a glass of water.

When you came out again your impatience won over and you slowly walked to the trees trying not to spill the water.

You saw it immediately. Strung between two apple trees there was a light pink hammock. You came up to Joel who was tying one end of it to the trunk.

“Where did you find it?”

“In the clothing store. Thought you might like it. You always sit here reading and now you can lounge in this thing,” he replied, taking the glass from you.

“I love it, Joel! Thank you!” You kissed him and walked closer to the present while Joel was draning the water.

“It’s big enough for the two of us! Wanna cuddle?” you asked with a little bounce in your legs, your eyes full of hope.

Joel placed the empty grass on the ground and rubbed the back of his neck looking at the swaying bed.

“Baby, I’m too heavy for it. I ain’t risking your new reading spot,” he shook his head and offered, “Lie down and I’ll sit over there.”

He pointed to the spot under the tree and you pouted your lips regretting that you can’t enjoy the new bed together. But he was right - it didn’t look strong enough for the two of you especially with the canvas and the cords surely being more than 20 years old.

“Ok,” you sighed and stretched out your arm silently asking Joel to support you. When you got in, the bed swayed a little and you squeaked, but Joel immediately stopped the motion holding the bed steady.

“Scared little mouse. You’ll be fine,” he chuckled.

“Hey! How about you get in and risk falling on your ass!” You grumbled trying to hide your smile.

When you finally settled in, Joel sat on the grass facing you, leaning against the tree. He was intently watching you adjust to the new place, his face glowing with content.

“It’s amazing!” you exclaimed nesting in your new favorite spot in his house. Second favorite, you corrected yourself. The best place was in his arms without a doubt.

The material felt secure yet soft under you. You looked up and marveled at the golden rays filtering through the canopies of the apple trees.

“It’s perfect, Joel. Thank you,” you purred, lifting your head to give him a warm smile.

“I have a feeling you’ll be livin’ here now,” he said, feigning annoyance.

You giggled, putting your head down and closing your eyes. It seemed like you were flying, with the bed swaying a little in the air, the warmth of the sun relaxing you and lulling you to sleep.

It wasn’t surprising that soon you drifted off.

You woke up as suddenly as you fell asleep. Maybe the birds were chirping too loudly or maybe a hand gently caressing your inner thigh woke you up. You kept your eyes closed thinking that you were still dreaming. The hand slid up your leg to the apex of your thighs and you felt a finger caressing your clit over your boyshorts.

Your breath hitched when the finger slipped under the fabric and the skin on skin contact made you flutter your eyes open.

Joel was standing over you, his eyes glued to the place where his finger was swirling around your sensitive bud.

You moaned and he looked into your eyes.

“Sleep, baby, it’s still early,” he told you, his eyes dark and full of affection.

“Ahh, Joel,” you whispered, feeling a fire starting inside your core. “I want you.”

He hummed while his finger glided down to your hole to gather some of your slick. He brought it to your clit and you moaned louder as the added wetness made the caress ecstatically pleasant.

“Make me come, please,” you asked impatiently.

“Ya wanna come, sweetheart?”

You nodded your sleepy head. The sun was making you drowsy, everything felt more like a dream than a reality.

“Ok, baby. C’mon.”

You thought he was going to lie down next to you. But he took you in his arms and lifted your body, then carefully placed you across the hammock. This way one side of the canvas was under the middle of your thighs while the other - under your head. Your legs dangling without any support made the bed careen to one side but Joel hastily stood between your legs, clasped your thighs with his warm hands and kept you and the hammock straight. His hips were between your legs that way.

You felt yourself gush looking up at him towering over you, broad and strong.

“She wants you,” you purred as your fingers brushed your clothed pussy.

“I see that. Look at this needy wet spot.”

“Yes, Joel, and…”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Your cum from last night is leaking out”.

Joel growled hearing your words and in the next moment he kneeled down between your legs placing your thighs on his broad shoulders.

“Lemme see,” He almost whispered, fanning your crotch with his warm breath and making you whimper.

A nod of your head sent his hands up and he hooked his fingers under the waistband before peeling your shorts off. He was careful not to make you sway too much and fall and you helped him bucking your hips up. He put your shorts next to himself on the grass and returned his gaze to your now naked pussy.

He licked his plush lower lip and you swallowed loudly waiting for what he was about to do to you.

“Put your feet on the hammock, sweetheart,” he asked, holding your hips with his strong hands. You lifted your legs off his shoulders, bent your knees and placed your feet on the bed. Your pussy bloomed in front of his face and his satisfied groan mixed with the sounds of the early summer morning.

“She’s so pretty…and all mine,” he mumbled, pressing his thumbs to your folds and spreading them. Your clit was already pulsating and drops of creamy wetness beaded at your entrance.

“I’m all yours, Joel.”

“Good girl,” he praised you, brushing his fingers over your folds and then your mound but torturously avoiding your neediest places. You began squirming with impatience.

“Shh, keep still, baby, or you’ll fall. Let’s see what I left you last night.”

You opened your thighs wider and he pushed his middle finger into your hole, palm up. You gasped and your hips twitched making the hammock sway a little. Joel stopped the rocking with one hand splayed over your lower belly as his finger began rubbing your sweet spot. Drops of sweat appeared on your hairline and you opened your hoodie and lifted the tee. Joel cursed at the sight of your exposed breasts.

Then he pulled his finger out and raised it so you both could see. The pearly mixture of his cum and your slick coated his finger and your tongue darted out signaling him what you want.

He reached out his hand bringing it to your face and you hungrily took the glistening digit between your lips and sucked on it. You licked his finger and he intently followed every stroke of your tongue with his blown eyes.

“Will you put more inside me, Joel?” you asked when his clean finger left your mouth.

“Always have more for my pussy.”

You giggled at the ‘my’ and his gaze darkened.

“She’s mine, baby. You’re mine.”

“Yeah,” you whispered and felt the affection for him overwhelming you.

His hands glided over your belly and he rubbed your soft skin there.

“Gonna flood your little cunt… load after load.”

Then he placed his warm palm over your mound, squeezed it gently and you moaned at the pressure on your hardened clit.

“You lured me here to torture?” you whined and Joel glanced up at your needy expression and smirked.

He took his shirt off and the strain of his muscles visible through the tee, the wet spots under his arms sent a new wave of desire through your body.

He relaxed his hand on your mound and spread your folds with his thumbs again.

You tilted your hips so he could see your weeping hole better.

“Who’s lurin’ who now?” he mumbled with a lopsided smile.

First he kissed your inner thigh, darting the tip of his tongue out to taste your skin. Then he moved slightly to the center, took your lip in his mouth and sucked on it. The anticipation was slowly tormenting your aching pussy yet your orgasm was already building. Just the sight of that strong, broad man, the survivor, the fighter brutal force of whom was almost legendary, brought to his knees by your pussy was making you lose your mind. He was peppering kisses all over your mound and folds, his hands keeping you steady. His tongue was close to giving you ecstasy but he still was greedy.

“Joel, please,” you pleaded squirming under his torturous caress.

He looked up at you for a few moments taking in your shiny eyes, breasts glistening with sweat under the bright sun and he finally took misery on you.

The tip of his tongue flicked your clit and you jerked as a surge of pleasure shot through your core.

“Ahh,” you moaned. His expression was serious and focused.

“She’s so sensitive today.”

“You’ve been eating me out for so long tonight. She’s tired,” you smiled.

“Just love her taste, baby. Wish I could carry her around with me”.

You giggled merrily, startling a few birds and making them fly away from the tree above you.

He was watching you with love in his eyes.

“Let’s clean you up and then fill you again.”

He lowered his face and tilted the hammock up, making your hips raise to his mouth.

He pushed his tongue into your hole and hooked it up gathering your joined liquids.

You moaned, squeezing your breasts and twitching your nipples while his tongue was dancing in and around your hole. The sound of slurping quickly mixed with the bird chirping and your soft whimpers.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart. Wanna know I'm makin' you feel good."

"What if someone hears?"

As soon as those words left your lips you felt yourself gush more as the possibility of the neighbors hearing your moans burnt your core. Joel smirked, having noticed your reaction.

"Good. Wish I could let 'em know... claim you in front of everyone... Fuck you at the town square for everyone to see... to show them who you belong to."

His fantasy almost pushed you over the edge.

"Would you want that?" There was a glimmer in his dark eyes.

You bit your lip, your chest heaving while your mind was feeding you the images of Joel taking you in front of the whole town. You were so turned on it hurt and you wiggled your hips in a silent plea.

Joel got your signal and his tongue returned to your pussy.

He began plunging his hot muscle into your hole, rocking the hammock and making the momentum help him sink deeper into you.

You fluttered your eyes shut basking in the sun and the pleasure Joel was giving you.

Then his hands stopped the gentle swaying of the bed and you felt his slick-coated lips on your clit. He softly kissed it and then began expertly bringing you to the climax. He was alternating between sucking on your sensitive bud and caressing it with his tongue, swirling, flicking, making an absolute mess out of you. You felt your juices flow down to your tight ring and then soaking the fabric under your ass.

Your core tightened as your pussy began contracting around nothing, your climax approaching fast.

“Gonna come,” was all you managed to mumble before the waves of ecstasy overtook your body making you tremble and shake under Joel’s tongue. He quickly replaced it with his thumb as his mouth darted down to your hole to eagerly lap up everything your pussy would give him while his finger on your clit was prolonging your orgasm.

When your climax subsided, the burn of overstimulation made you push his hand away. Joel gently gathered the rest of your juices and began getting up.

“Fuckin’ knees will kill me later,” he growled stretching and shaking his legs. “But this cunt’s worth it.” He said with a smirk and gently slapped your soaked pussy making you gasp and jerk. A string of your slick connected his palm and your hole and mesmerized he slapped you again.

“Joel,” you whined trying to close your legs but he held your thighs open.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he apologized palming himself and you saw a huge tent in his stained sweatpants.

He tugged the waistband down letting his cock spring free so fast it almost startled you. It was throbbing, the red tip leaking precum.

“Does it hurt?” you asked ogling his shiny member.

“What? Having a big dick?” he joked making you smile and took a hold of his cock.

He put it on your lower belly and mound, his heavy balls pressed to your puffy pussy. His tip reached your navel. A drop of precum beaded at the slit and dropped into your belly button. You licked your lips.

“Not now, sweetheart, your pussy needs fillin’.”

At that he glided his cock down leaving a wet path and positioned the head at your slicked up entrance. He was steel hard and had to press the tip with his thumb to push it inside you.

Your folds parted for him as he slowly began feeding your pussy his cock, inch by inch.

“Fuck,” you mewled feeling the stretch but he was sliding in easily as your cum was lubing up his leangth on his way inside you.

Finally he bottomed out making you sway up in your hammock and began fucking you, thrusts slow but hard.

“Not gonna last, baby,” he muttered, breathing heavily. Joel grabbed the fabric at your sides and started rocking the hammock making your body crush into his. That way his cock pierced you as deep as it was possible and the head was kissing your cervix making you moan at every thrust while every stroke of his pubic bone against your clit sent you closer to the second climax.

At one point he let go of the canvas completely and was standing watching his cock dive in and out of your greedy pussy as the swaying of the bed was doing all the job.

“Fuckin’ juicy cunt…always takes whatever I give her…warm and tight,” he mumbled between sharp breaths.

Then he grabbed your hips, moaned and began pulsing inside you painting your walls with his warm cum. Your hand darted to your clit and you started rubbing it chasing your second climax. The sensation of him pumping you full to the brim made you clench his cock and you cried out tilting your head up and squeezing your eyes shut as your pussy was clenching around his cock. You put a hand over your mouth as your cries got too loud.

When you both descended from the high, your eyes locked and you smiled at each other. Joel carefully pulled out so as not to waste a drop of his seed.

“Ya feeling full?” he asked, pushing a trickle of his cum back inside your hole with two fingers. You clenched one more time around his digits and nodded.

Then Joel tucked his cock back in the sweatpants and took you in his arms to lay you down in your initial position. You could finally stretch your legs and get comfortable.

Joel picked up your boyshorts and helped you to put them on.

“Don’t get up yet, let it stick,” Joel murmured cupping your cheek still catching his breath.

“Yeah, but I can’t stay too long. Dad’s gonna be back from the shift soon.”

Joel shifted his jaw and returned to his spot under the tree.

After a few moments you glanced at him, lips pouted and tears glistening in your eyes.

“What is it, baby?” he cooed at you with worry in his eyes, “did I hurt ya?”

“No, no,” you replied, shaking your head, and then looked at the light blue sky peeking through the trees. “I wish we didn’t have to hide.”

You heard Joel’s heavy sigh and after a few seconds he spoke.

“I know, sweetheart, but you have to wait. The people…your father… he’d be livid. But when we get you pregnant I’m sure he’ll be ok with it… with me. He’ll be happy to have a grandchild.”

You put your hands on your stomach and closed your eyes wishing his words into existence.

You imagined the two of you walking around Jackson together, hugging and kissing, not hiding your love and a smile bloomed on your face. The sun was bathing you in its warm light and soon you fell asleep again.

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Thank you for reading!☀️

Comments and reblogs will make me happy!💖

Tag list❤️ @milla-frenchy @missannwinchester @iamasaddie @harriedandharassed @nervousmumbling @bbyanarchist @stevie75 @puduvallee

Thank you so much for including my Frankie stories! 😍

So many other good stories on this list too!!!! ❤️

Looking for some summer reading? Look no further!! But do heed warnings on individual stories and don't forget to leave the authors some love!!!

Frankie, Joel, Javi G, Javi P, Marcus P, Marcus M, Tim, Din, Dieter, Dave recs under the cut

Frankie

Skin by @perotovar

Contentment by @ghostofaboy

Paint with me, Between Us, Friday Night by @bitchesuntitled

Bedtime, Life Without You, The Haircut by @kteague

One night changes everything by @backtothefanfiction

Serenity by @bluestar22x

Assignation by @wordywarriorwrites

Frankie Morales - Sugar Daddy Edition and Take Care by @canadianfangurl-95

Couch Chronicles by @alltheirdamn

Veneration by @morallyinept

Top Me, I Deserve it by @for-a-longlongtime

Let me by @polaroidpascal

Coffee and candor by @penvisions

About Today and Good Morning by @criticallyacclaimedstranger

Life's Dark Terrors by @oliveksmoked

Sunrise by @undercoverpena

Oral Competition by @absurdthirst

Joel

Homemade by @gutsby

Surrender by @whatsnewalycat

Crush by @alltheirdamn

Reborn by @hellishjoel

Old Man by @starry-eyes-love

Summer Love by @vivian-pascal

Little Girl with a Big Mouth by @missredherring

Honest Mistake by @blueeyesatnight

Splash and Strawberry by @joelsgreys

After the rain by @mrsmando

Click Here by @strang3lov3

Rules, Exceptions and Rain Confessions by @toomanystoriessolittletime

Night Shift by @punkshort

Broken by @tofics

Uncertain, Unknown by @whxtedreams

Subscribe by @joelmillerisapunk

Obedience by @wintrwinchestr

I've Got You, Babygirl by @mermaidgirl30

Breathe by @milla-frenchy

Five More Games by @whocaresstillthelouvre

Easing into the calm by @wildemaven

Designated driver Joel by @slamminslamminmcgill

heartbeat by @joelsgreenflannel

Buck by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Pull by @javier-pena

It's lonely at the end of the world (until it's not) by @guessimwritingficsagain

Javi G

Rebirth by @perotovar

Javi P

Glory O by @milla-frenchy

Three's a Crowd by @amanitacowboy

Tim

The detective by @milla-frenchy

Dave

Thirsty by @pedrosarmsling

Marcus P

Beach Babe, Just One More, Baby, Netflix and Chill by @mountainsandmayhem

The worthwile fight by @swiftispunk

Toeing the line by @pedroshotwifey

Marcus M

Never Forgotten by @bluestar22x

12:32PM by @dancingtotuyo

White Mallow by @lwfics

Din

Guilty as Sin by @beskarandblasters

Defanged by @concussed-to-pieces

Dieter

Secret Sparkler and Mama Bear by @yxtkiwiyxt

salt, shot, lime by @freelancearsonist

First anniversary by @wildemaven

A mix of Pedro boys

Exploration (Dieter/Frankie/f!reader) by @mandoblowmybackout

Morning Waves (Joel/Frankie/f!reader) by @milla-frenchy

Hold please.... and ...Your Call is important (Dave/Javi P/Marcus P) by @ghostofaboy

Naked in Manhattan (Dieter/Marcus P) by @qveerthe0ry

Daddy's Home (Joel/Frankie/f!reader) by @ezrasbirdie