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Solace - Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: Y/N is on the red carpet with Pedro, being best friends for forever but maybe, just maybe things may be about to change 

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: catcalling

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for the love of God... this story left me wanting Tom mr to make love being morpheus ok 👌 I loved this story too much... you should read it

Like silk (Morpheus x Reader)

Pairing: Morpheus x fem!reader

Summary: In the afterglow of your lovemaking, you marvel at your immortal lover’s softness, inside and out.

Warnings: nudity, not full-on smut but heavily mentioned throughout and initiated at the end (minors DNI!!!), the author is soft af for Dream’s ethereal features and it shows

Word count: ~1.1K

A/n: Just some fluff inspired by Calliope’s line in the comics quoted below. Hope you enjoy!

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“He was so gentle, and his skin felt like white silk against my skin.” - Calliope, The Sandman #71

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Soft.

Everything is so, so soft. The warm breeze sneaking through the open palace window, the thin sheet lovingly draped over your bare lower half but a few moments ago, the mattress you’re resting on, the pillow beneath your head. And the softest of all - your lover’s skin, pressed against yours as you lie in his arms.

You could tell at first glance that his body would no doubt feel as ethereal as he looked. But you hadn’t imagined just how smooth his skin could possibly be, how much it would feel like the finest silk as it glided over yours with each thrust.

In truth, you hadn’t anticipated how gentle he could be, either. You’d expected him to make love as dominantly as he behaved, if not as coldly. Undoubtedly seeking consent and aiming for your pleasure, but coaxing it from your body by commanding you towards it with his, claiming it without falter.

Instead, you’d found yourself showered in tender caresses and feather-light kisses, the tips of his fingers almost hesitant as they meticulously learned where and how to touch so you would tremble in delight. And though you relished the steel firmness of his chest and abdomen pressed flush against your softest parts as he moved inside you, he’d done so with the greatest care, taking notice of your every little reaction and adjusting accordingly. By the end, you’d been lost in a silky cloud of pleasure floating across the night sky, illuminated only by the stars in your lover’s eyes.

You have no doubt he could be rough in bed as well, and the thought isn’t unappealing in the slightest. But for now, you simply lie there, satiated and content with the length of your body half-covering his, and your fingers tracing idle lines over his heart. You marvel at how smoothly your fingertips glide along his alabaster skin as they follow the line between his well-defined pectoral muscles, then make a slow, winding trail over the right one.

Dream lies back with his eyes closed, though he never sleeps. He’s simply relishing your touch, his arm wrapped around you as he lightly brushes his own fingers over your shoulder.

“You’re so soft,” you mouth into his skin, barely a murmur. He gives a low, questioning hum. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you’ve woken him from a deep slumber. You almost feel bad even so, having interrupted his rare moment of peace with such a random thought.

“I said, you’re very soft,” you repeat a bit sheepishly. “Your skin. It feels like silk.”

He’s silent for a moment. “Does that please you, my love?”

If his skin is white silk, his voice is black velvet. It rumbles deeply within his chest, where your cheek is resting.

You sigh at the feeling, but frown slightly as your hand pauses in its movement. “Why would it not?”

“A matter of taste, I suppose,” he says in casual manner. “I can alter any aspect of my appearance if you like. You need only ask.”

He says it like it’s nothing to him, and it is. But you find yourself almost... disturbed at the notion.

You lift yourself up so you’re sitting sideways, leaning on one hand while the other rests on his stomach. He reaches for it to play with your fingers now that you have removed yourself from his embrace. You look down at your touching hands, mesmerized by how well your fingers fit with his as he guides them into a languid dance of small, tender brushes against one another. Your eyes then drift to the contours of his beautifully chiseled abs, then travel across his strong chest, rising and falling with each breath, and finally linger on his face. The impossibly soft rosy lips whose touch you can still feel on every inch of your skin, the elegant line of his nose, the sharp jawline your fingertips had loved to trace, the black, unruly hair you had tugged on at the height of your pleasure, coaxing a low groan from your lover. And, last but not least, his eyes - the universe itself contained in two never-ending pools of starlight, spilling into the ocean of his irises.

You love him for what he is. His wondrous mind, his unwavering commitment to his given role despite its hardships, his depth of feeling, hard though as he strives to contain and conceal it. But you can’t deny that his physical form alone is the most ethereal, bewitching sight that has ever blessed your eyes.

“You are perfect, Morpheus,” you breathe out, holding back a shudder. To lose yourself like this in the image of him lying bare beside you is almost too much.

The lightest crease appears between his brows. His gaze stays locked on you as he sits up, bringing his face inches away from yours. He lowers his eyes to your body, studying you as you did him. His knuckles trace a gentle line over your skin, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake - from your folded knee, along your thigh and over your hip, up your stomach, then pausing a moment to follow the soft curve of your breast. It takes but the lightest touch of his thumb on your nipple to have it grow into a stiff little peak, making you gasp and shudder as you try to keep still under his observing gaze.

His fingers continue their path over your fluttering heart, then up the sensitive skin of your neck, until he finally cups your cheek and looks you in the eye once more. You think he might say something, but he only parts his lips so he can close them over yours.

It makes sense. He never quite knows how to receive your kind words. But he is always oh-so-willing to be kind to you.

His lips taste of stardust and rainfall and home. Of everything he is and everything you dream of, because he is your dreams. And you sink into him as easily as you drift to sleep. Gently guided by his hands, you shift onto his lap, your thighs on each side of his. The hard length of him nudges at your lower belly, seeking permission.

“I want you again,” you mewl softly into his mouth, eagerly granting it.

He breaks the kiss to look into your eyes as he takes your wrist in his hand, and lowers it into the heated space between your bodies. He takes his time savouring the feeling as he wraps his fingers over yours around his length.

“I am yours,” he declares as if it’s the simplest, more natural thing in the world. You guide the tip of him to your entrance, sighing as it kisses your wet folds.

“And I am yours,” you vow in return.

Slowly, you sink down onto him, and abandon yourself once more to his silken embrace.

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please make a request to the entire tumblr community to make more tom sturridge stories please I need more content from him

Heya

Could you write a Tom sturridge one where the reader is also in sandman and is doing press with Tom? And they’re not yet dating, but they’re friends and very touchy (or maybe they’re like fwb, but not dating yet)

Idk, something like that

Oh yes I CAN!

Interview | Tom Sturridge

Sumarry - Tom and Y/n in an interview together, can you imagine the chaos that would be?

Pairing – Tom Sturridge X Actress!Reader | WC – 519

Notes: You guys are asking me SO MUCH more stories with Tom Sturridge, but don't worry I'll do it.

"I can't believe I'm here with You guys" The interviewer says fanning himself with the papers.

"Oh thank you." Y/n says smiling and Tom smiles too.

"Did you meet during the recordings?"

"Oh yeah, maybe you don't know but Y/n was a huge fan of mine you know? I'd even say she was obsessed with me, and it was even hard to make the recordings since she was looking at me all the time." Tom says making Y/n roll her eyes, and the interviewer laughs.

"Don't do that Tom, we all know that's a big lie."

"We know?" Tom says wiggling his eyebrows.

"Do you have any embarrassing moments to remember?" The interviewer asks and they both look thoughtful.

"Oh yes!"

"Y/n please no." Tom says holding Y/n's arm.

"Come on Tom, this is great."

"No, it is not!"

"Shortly after we met, Viviene and I went out for drinks at a little bar, so when Tom arrived he looked at me very surprised and said 'Are you old enough to drink?' That was so funny." Y/n says and Tom laughs remembering the scene.

"Oh come on look at that face!" Tom says pointing to Y/n.

"Tom I'm almost your age!" Y/n laughs and Tom hides his face in his hands.

"Oh my God!" The interviewer says laughing.

"He kept apologizing to me afterwards." Y/n says still laughing and taking Tom's shoulder.

"I personally am addicted to the interaction of your characters." The interviewer says to Y/n and Tom.

"We love our scenes together too." Tom says looking at Y/n.

"And it looks like your fans do too since there are a million edits of you out there."

"Really?" Tom says surprised.

"Yes you would know if you had a phone." Y/n says teasing Tom.

"I have a phone!"

"Yes, let's pretend we believe that."

The rest of the interview went well, with lots of laughs and memes, and when it was finally over, the two said their goodbyes to the interviewer and went backstage.

"Hi kitty come here often?" Tom says coming to Y/n's side with a bottle of water in his hand.

"Only when you're not." Y/n says teasing Tom.

"Ah." Tom says putting his hand on his chest.

They smile and look at each other fondly.

"How many more interviews do we have?" Tom asks taking a sip of water.

"Until we die."

"If it's with you, fine." Y/n pushes on Tom's chest making him laugh.

Tom looks around seeing that everyone is too distracted to pay any attention to them.

"So you…want to go out tonight?" Tom asks awkwardly.

"With whom?" Y/n says teasing him.

"Oh you are a difficult woman I see." Tom says bringing his face closer to Y/n's.

"Only for goths with blue eyes." Y/n says and gives Tom a kiss on the cheek.

Tom smiles and sees Y/n walking away.

"Is that a yes?!" Tom screams.

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⇾ 18+ minors dni, read at your own risk! ⇽

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weakness — by @cevansgoatee

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tell me i'm right || joel miller 18+

a/n: this came outta nowhere and i loved it ekjrgeg

summary: joel miller feels he's too manly to take a bubble bath, but he should always remember – you're always right.

warnings: smut, pnv, fingering, slight dirty talk, bath tub sex, unprotected sex (whoops), no usage of y/n, this hasn't been proof-read so there are probably errors!

w/c: 2.5k

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The warmth Jackson had already provided was everything you needed after the chaotic last week. When Joel uncovered Tommy and his whereabouts officially, you were all working alongside each other to ensure this city was protected while also figuring out your next steps with Ellie. But until you had a gameplan in motion, you needed to relax as much as you could.

Tommy and Maria put you, Joel, and Ellie in a small home together and while Ellie was out exploring with Maria who promised to keep her safe – Joel nearly panicked when she tried to leave – that left the two of you alone. Hot water spilled through the pipes, and you were in dire need of a soak in the tub, Maria informed you there were some bath products you could use.

As you made your way into the bathroom, you noticed Joel stretched out on the bed with his shoes kicked off, feet and hands crossed. His hands were over his chest, and he looked exhausted.

You turned on the bath water and found the bubble bath, a smile stretching along your face as the steam from the water slowly began to fill the bathroom. You decided to see if you could convince him to join you. Making your way out of the bathroom, Joel slowly peeled his eyes open, brown irises following you slowly.

“Join me,” You call out as you stumble toward the side of the bed.

“What?” Joel responds, confused by your question. You tilt your head in the direction of the bathroom and Joel finally heard running water. “A bath?” He questions.

Nodding your head, you feel your way over his chest, fingertips dancing up his neck until you’re cupping his cheeks. With gentle swipes of your thumbs over his cheekbones, Joel stares into your eyes as he basks in the moment of silence.

“Ellie’s safe with Maria... You haven’t had a proper shower since we left Bill and Frank’s... Come on.” You say.

“Are you trying to say I smell bad?” Joel quickly lifts an eyebrow, earning you to softly giggle.

“No... But you could use some good hygiene. Me included.” You sigh. You turn your eyes back over to the opened bathroom door, hoping you could coax him forward. Joel took a few more solid moments to analyze the situation, thinking that maybe he deserved to sit in a porcelain tub filled with bath water. Plus he’d have you in there with him.

“Fine,” Joel finally agrees. You smile widely and take his hands, helping to pull him into a sitting position. He grunts, back aching. “Hold on, sweetheart. You’re a lot younger than me.” He laughs but finally stands up straight.

With a smirk, you roll your eyes. You were 36 compared to Joel’s 56. It oftentimes spooked him to realize that you were the same age as he when he lost everything, but he tried his hardest not to sulk. He was dealt his cards, and while he knew they were unfair, he had to keep carrying on.

“Why don’t we just take a shower?” Joel ponders when you cross the threshold into the bathroom. The tiled floors were solid white with stains in the grout from years of mishap, and the walls were still covered in a flowery wallpaper. The bathroom sink had a standard mirror hanging that showcased your reflection, and the tub was a big garden tub, probably one that was too big for such a small space, but it would do.

“Because a bath sounded better. A lot more relaxing. And I think you could use some relaxing, Joel.” You tell him like it is. That was one of Joel’s favorite things about you, you never held back from stating your opinions. It derived from your strong-willed nature, you were a powerhouse, a force to be reckoned with. Joel saw you fend for yourself out there in this dark and scary world, and never did you fall victim. You created victims.

 “What?” You pipe when he grows silent, grinding his jaw. “Too manly for a bath? Bubbles?” You rest your hands on your hips to observe him. It was the cracking of a smile on his face that made you fall apart, realizing that Joel Miller, this grumpy older man, thought he was too manly for a bubble bath. “Oh my God,” You break out into hysterics, hands falling on your knees.

“It’s not funny,” Joel crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t know why this is so hilarious to you.”

You’ve got tears staining your cheeks and Joel is on the verge of twisting to get away, but you immediately pounce forward and wrap your arms lovingly around his waist, cheek nuzzled against the fabric of his shirt. “Don’t leave me.” You whisper, and Joel knows he’s putty in your hands. You were the only woman he’d submit for and that was saying a lot for his character.

Joel allows his hands to lay over yours and he can feel you starting to shimmy your hands up his chest to grab at the buttons. One by one, Joel feels you unclasp a button of his shirt. Soon his toned chest is completely exposed to the slight chill in the bathroom, but he turns around, and you swear it’s like looking at him for the first time all over again.

Gazing up at him, Joel meets your gaze with quite a stare – one that has your veins crackling with heat.

“I swear you’re perfect,” You whisper, leaning forward to press sweet, delicate kisses over his pecs. Joel’s eyes flutter from the warmth of your mouth, his hands gripping your hips. He’s gently rolling his fingers over the buckle of your belt, undoing it and slipping it free from your belt loops.

Joel feels your mouth make its pass over his neck, and that’s when he forces your head to crane to the side so you could see your beautiful reflection.

“No, she is.” Joel says, gently grabbing the hem of your shirt. He peels it over your head just as you the denim shirt over his shoulders. Your upper half exposed to the cool air this time, Joel watches as goosebumps become visible on your chest. He glances over at the filling tub, noticing it was practically to the brim and covered in bubble that gave off a lavender fragrance.

Letting you go momentarily; he walks over and twists the knob to their off positions before he returns to you. Your arms fall over his back, nails lightly scraping his broad shoulders as his lips move to find the spot on your neck that he discovered drove you absolutely wild for him.

Soft hitches of your breath fill the space as Joel reaches up to unclasp your bra, seeing as your breasts spill out. He groans softly before he kisses a trail down your checks, gently taking one of your peaked buds into his mouth. A moan tears from your throat as your back arches instinctively into Joel’s chest. He palms the opposite breast in his hand, his jeans growing tighter second by second through every little noise you make.

“You sound so pretty,” Joel hisses, nipping around your sensitive skin, watching as you bucked your hips forward into his center.

You reach for his jeans and unbutton them, dragging them down his legs. Joel watches and feels as your lips take their turn kissing his thighs, rippling muscles making you groan as you come eye-to-eye with his center. Joel’s fingertips chase through your hair and wrap around the roots, tugging ever so gently, encouraging you to stand up.

“Come on, baby... Waters gonna get cold,” His accent was thick, heavy with lust. You smile and nod your head as you two resume undressing.

Joel holds your hand as you step over the edge of the tub. You can’t stop the moan of satisfaction that falls from your mouth when the hot water touches your skin. Joel smiles to himself and he’s stepping over, presenting himself behind you. He wouldn’t lie to himself – the water felt amazing. He groans as his aching muscles take the beating of the hot water, relief almost instantaneously washing over him in seconds of submerging his body in the water.

As Joel takes his seat behind you, you feel his strong arms wrap around you.

He pulls you down against his chest, and somehow, all felt right in the world despite its rage-filled terror. For a split second, you felt like a normal couple, doing something that a normal couple would take advantage of.

“Feel good?” Joel asks when he begins taking handfuls of water and pouring them over your chest.

“Yes,” You moan. “This was my best idea... Admit it, Joel.” You tease him, head falling against his shoulder. Joel chuckles but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he focuses on the perkiness of your breasts, the gentle bumps and silver marks on your thighs and hips – he loved every part of you. You weren’t a picture-perfect model by no means, but you were seen as such in Joel’s eyes. It was the heart you carried in your chest that thumped to the wild tune of freedom, resilience, and strength. Joel admired that about you.

“Come on, Joel. Tell me I’m right.” You nudge him with a giggle.

Joel sighs, his hands moving to your inner thighs. He instantly feels the jump of your body, back pressing harder against his chest as he grazes the soft ripples of your thighs, inching dangerously close to a part of you that without hesitation, ached for him.

“Are you?” Joel ponders. “Are you right?” His hand completely misses your warmth, instead he chooses to tease you with gentle motions of his hands against your lower belly, your body enjoying the sudden change of motion, but you would be a liar if you said you didn’t want more.

“Yes, I’m right. I’m always right.” You bite down on your lip, hyper-focused on the relentless teasing of your lover. You were expecting a bath with your sweetheart, but of course, he had other ideas. And those ideas were ones you weren’t going to protest, not even in the slightest.

Joel nods as he catches your earlobe between his teeth. Hot breath fanned across your neck and the temperature in the water only seemed to rise to intensive levels, but you knew it was the magic pooling between your electrified touches.

“Then let’s see how right you are, mama...” Joel purrs, and suddenly, you release a gasp when he raises up. His chest pressed flush to your back, you could feel him growing beneath you, but the rock-hard length pressed against your back was much more than you expected, and a whimper cuts through the air. “Already whimpering for me?” He ponders, stretching his hands, flexing them until his dominant hand is cupping your soaked heat. He knew if he slid one finger into you, he’d have it easy.

Joel wraps his non-dominant arm around your chest, and the pressure of his forearm against your nipples has you biting down on your mouth. Joel spreads his thighs apart a little more to give you some much-needed room, his feet overlapping yours, so he keeps your thighs peeled open.

“Relax, baby.” He coaches you. “I’ll be gentle with you...”

Suddenly, the hand that’s cupping your sex is removed, but Joel quickly replaces it. Two fingers tease your folds as he spreads them apart, running his digits up and down, listening to the sweet little hitches of your breath, knowing he had you in his grasp.

“Joel,” You whine.

“Patient, darlin’... Be patient.” Joel says in your ear. “I’ll take care of you. You know that, right? I’ll never hurt you.”

You whimper again, but agree, “I know. I know you won’t hurt me. Need your fingers, please.”

Joel grins sadistically. “You know I can’t be a sane man when you say please,” He huffs. Suddenly, he’s pushing those two patronizing digits into your folds, the water in the tub sloshing around. Your hands fly out to grip the edges of the tub, but Joel refrains in your ear. “Around my shoulders, come on,”

With trembling fingertips, you reach behind his neck and interlock your fingers. Joel grins.

“That’s my girl... Come on, ride my hand... there you go, that’s it. That’s my beautiful girl.” He curls his fingers deeper inside of you, allowing your hips to slide back and forth. His thumb makes passes over your clit, the swollen bud making you feel dizzy with every pass that Joel made. “You feel so good, mama. Such a tight little hole, made perfectly for my fingers... My cock’s gonna feel so good inside of you, mama. You know that? Oh, look at you. You’re so perfect.” He knows the spilling of his words were building your climax to the point of no return.

A couple more thrusts of his digits into your center and Joel feels you clenching your walls around him. He kisses your neck, sucking and prodding with his tongue as he guides you through your orgasm, feeling you ride his hand to achieve every amount of bliss you could.

But he wasn’t done. His cock was hard, and he needed a release. So without giving you so much as a moment to breathe, that overpowering nature of Joel Miller shines through.

“J-Joel,” You moan, but it’s too late. He’s got you moving faster than you could blink, water spilling out of the tub as he hurriedly raises your hips. “Need you baby, come on,” He grabs himself and lines up to your entrance.

Joel raises up in the tub and he feels you when you sink down on his cock. A scream cuts through the bathroom when his length fills you to the brim, completely sheathed inside of you. Joel grounds his feet in the tub and as your thighs squeeze around his hips, you begin to bounce with his help.

“Shit, you feel so good,” Joel moans. “This sweet little pussy, it’s all mine. Tell me it’s mine.” Joel demands, wrapping his hand around your throat as he kisses your back.

“It’s yours, Joel!” You choke, squeezing harder around him as he bucks his hips forcefully into your tightness. You were still buzzing from your orgasm, and as Joel rides you, you grit your teeth, wanton moans filling the small bathroom.

Water continued to overflow onto the floor – another mess you would tend to later.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum!” You scream at the top of your lungs as Joel pounds into you with timed thrusts that have you screaming louder, the band being pulled back, prepared to snap.

“Cum baby girl, cum for me. Gotta feel you,” Joel coaxes you as he glides his fingertip around to tap against your clit. Another mind-blowing orgasm unfolds and it’s one that has Joel coming undone, shooting strings of his hot cum deep inside of you as he raises up to grip your hips so hard that he’s leaving crescent-moon shapes on your skin.

Joel’s a groaning mess when his forehead falls against your back, his lips hastily kissing your shoulder blades.

As you come back to the present moment after being sent above the point of cloud nine, Joel peeks over to see you smiling.

“I’ll admit it. You’re right.” Joel sighs.

You look down at him with a wide smile.

“I always am.” You say, falling into his chest.

this is so good

Us against the World

Summary: It’s one of those days where everything feels utterly hopeless. Joel reminds you that you’re not alone.

Disclaimer: Set post-outbreak, before the show starts.

Warnings: Talk of depression, hopelessness, reference to suicidal talk but not explicit

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Safe-house. Safe-house. Safe-house.

You repeat those words like a chant, a mantra, in your head as you keep on forcing your feet along the dirt and pebble-filled path. A couple days ago, you and Joe had found a miraculously abandoned building that seemed like it used to be a Firefly safe-house. There wasn’t any electricity, but there was some water and heat. You had gone on a simple supply run only to be ambushed by FEDRA officers. Now — you were going home.

You weren’t foolish enough to think of the safe-house as home. No — you and Joel would be moving on in a few days, probably. So when you said home, you meant him. The love of your life. Your reason for living: Joel Miller himself.

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