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Joaquín is suchhhh a mama’s boy you heard it here first.

❤️‍🔥 Crucifix

Linecook!Ash (No Exit) x Waitress!reader +18

Summary: How could you resist giving yourself to sin, when the devil himself is just so beautiful.

a/n: For the sweetest bestest @rae-gar-targaryen who’s Ash fic inspired me to write this. (Go check it out rn bc it’s truly a masterpiece)

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You know Ash doesn’t have many friends. It doesn’t strike you as anything of concern when you see him huffing silently around the sweaty restaurant kitchen, a perfect picture of a shadow on a mission. Lots of people are introverted you tell yourself. Maybe it should have rung some alarm bells. Maybe it would have if his eyes didn’t hold dark alluring promises of sin, of that deadly pleasure you came to crave from him.

The first time you spoke to him it had been as if he had physically reached down into your lungs and robbed all the oxygen you had been holding, keeping it for himself. Greedy.

“Uh- table 9 are getting a little antsy” you stumble out the best you can, masking your nerves as frustration at the busy restaurant. And yet Ash just looks at you, studying as if he had all the time in the world.

“What’s your name?” The question is a simple command yet it leaves you fumbling your answer.

Ash just hums knowingly and hands you the plate, ready and prepped like he was waiting for you. His twisted game kicking off without you noticing the dark path you were about to barrel down. Looking like he could wreck your entire life without as much as lifting a finger. A roaring flame scorching over you until you’re reduced to nothing but-

“Ash.” He introduces himself and you swear you have never met anyone with a more fitting name.

Joaquin’s middle name is ezequiel I don’t make the rules 🤷‍♀️

Wanna clean out my profile SO bad but I just cannot be bothered

The way danny speaks about Argentina makes my heart soar 🥹

Joaquín Torres and those fuckin grey sweats +18 kinda

Joaquín deffo the type of guy to have a rlly pronounced dickprint when he wears grey sweatpants. And it. Drives. You. Crazy. He’ll just be casually bouncing around the house after his post-workout shower in grey sweats and a fitting white top groaning about how he’s “so fuckin sore” and the sight of it paired with his quiet little grunts has you practically salivating.

“Hellooo? ‘toy hablando solo o que ma?”

He waves his hand a little in front of your face trying to snap your attention back to his words rather than the bulge in his sweats and your face instantly flames.

“Sorry what?”

You fumble out, but Joaquin already has you clocked. With a small tilt of his head and a little grin that promises everything your hungry eyes are searching for, he shuffles over to sit next to you.

The sofa gives a little under his weight and he can practically hear your bitching little whine about upgrading the furniture in the apartment. Maybe after he fucks your brains out he’ll consider it, inspirations to give you the world always strike him in his post-orgasm haze.

“I asked you if you wanted to order in tonight?”

He makes a show of stretching his body out, letting that slutty little white shirt ride up to tempt you further. The sliver of tanned lower stomach just begging to be licked or bitten, ravaged even.

“Uh yeah sure I could be down for that, what were you thinking?”

You try your best to sound as normal as possible, but it’s obvious to the both of you that the night won’t be ending with take out in bed.

“S’okay baby” he leans forward and grabs your wrist placing your hand directly over his crotch “I know what you want” it’s vulgar. So vulgar coming from the Boy Scout himself, but goddamn if it doesn’t make you horny when he acts this way.

“C’mere mama” he doesn’t give you a second to react before he’s pulling you on top of him grinding you down right over where your eyes had been trailing

“yeah I know what you want, eyeing my dick up like it’s a fucking meal. I bet you’re all wet and ready huh?” He groans in your ear and it’s enough to warrant a shuddering moan out of you.

“Fuck baby all this cause of some old sweatpants?”