Kelli, AO3: frannyzooey
the secret - marcus moreno x f!college reader
The Cabin — Din Djarin x f!Reader
The Storm - Din x Ezra x Frankie x f!reader
Rendezvous - Javier Pena x f!Reader
Pedro Pascal as Reed Richards/Mister Fantastic
THE FANTASTIC FOUR: FIRST STEPS
2025 | dir. Matt Shakman
PEDRO PASCAL as REED RICHARDS/MISTER FANTASTIC
The Fantastic Four : First Steps (2025) dir. Matt Shakman
why the fuck are titles so hard
thinking about jackson!joel being a daddy for the first time… tiny baby snoozing on his chest with his glasses hanging off the edge of his nose… making little wooden animals to go in their nursery… chuckling when they pull on his curls… kissing their little tiny feet… singing softly to settle them to sleep…yeah…
Joel Miller x f!reader
Rating: E
A/N: Thank you to the incomparable @bageldaddy who not only looked this over for me, but who also inspired the entire idea by being such a inspiring, delicious Joel Miller whore. This one is for you ❤
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“Stop squirmin’,” he scolds, a hard hand on your hip.
You’re trying not to, but tension builds between your bodies, the solid wall of his chest rising and falling along your spine. So close you can feel heat leeching through his clothes, his warm breath skims along the nape of your neck and a damp throb beats thick and distracting between your legs.
Slow, steady breaths are all you have, and so you take them.
In and out. In and out.
His hips shift when he zips up the sleeping bag along the side and when his lap nudges you from behind, you hold your breath and clench your eyes tight, your thighs squeezing together.
The masculine scent pressed into his clothing fills your senses, the strength in his solid form enveloping you in a protective press when he slings his arm around you in an attempt to get comfortable, and struggling to quell the need building deep between your hips, you squirm.
Waiting a beat, you do it again.
“Come on now,” he scolds, impatience slipping into his tone. “I know it’s not ideal, but it’s all we got. You need more room, or somethin’?”
That drawl of his is driving you crazy, just as arousing as the constant frown you know he has on his face right now. His sternness shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, and yet it constantly plagues you: is he always this stern? In every situation?
tuck me into your cot din djarin, hold me between your arms and bracket my thighs with your own in the saddle joel miller, bury us under the duvet on a sunday morning marcus moreno, nap entwined with me on a couch with my body buried between your bulk and the cushions ezra
