intoanotherworld23

[intoanotherworld23]

Sand and Skin

Summary: Being stuck on an island with Joel wasn’t part of your plan, and the two of you haven’t exactly been getting along, so you find a way to take out your frustration

Warnings: mature themes, explicit content, pure smut and filth, unprotected sex, dominant Joel, submissive reader, multiple orgasms, minor fingering, rough sex

A/N: Howdy y’all! How’s everyone doing?? Let me know in the comments if you liked this one, and I encourage y’all to reblog so that others may enjoy it as well! I love to hear back from my readers. If you want to be tagged for future writings please let me know! Thanks everyone so much!! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

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Tag list for Pedro Pascal: @pedrohoe04 @k-k0129 @livingdeadmaria @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @milly-louise @kittenlittle24 @trisaratops-mcgee @subconsciouscollapse @hooked-on-penapascal27 @red-red-rogue @fellinfromthetop @drewharrisonwriter @vickie5446 @millerfan @lover-of-books-and-tea @bbyanarchist @justajoelsreader @meetmeatyourworst

The sun was beginning to set, drenching the island in gold and purple. The crash of the waves was steady, hypnotic, the breeze a soft kiss on your sun warmed skin, but the serenity of it all did nothing to calm the fire inside you not when he was here.

Joel Miller. Broad-shouldered, gruff voiced, infuriatingly smug. You'd been stranded with him for three days now after your boat went down in a freak storm. You'd made it to shore together, cursing and soaked, and haven't stopped arguing since.

He was impossible, and impossibly hot.

Now, you sat at the edge of the firepit, poking at it with a stick, glaring across the flames at him as he stripped off his damp flannel shirt, revealing thick forearms, a tan line across his chest, and that damned silver-streaked beard you hated wanting to touch.

"You're burnin' the fish again," he drawled.

You didn't look at him. "You want to cook, Miller, be my guest."

"No thanks. You'd just bite my head off again." He chuckled, low and deep. "Kinda like it, though. You're cute when you're mad."

You tossed the stick into the fire. "And you're unbearable when you flirt."

"That wasn't flirtin', sweetheart." He got up slowly, rolling his neck, stalking around the fire toward you like a jungle cat. "This is flirtin'."

He crouched down beside you, his voice dropping. "You know what I've noticed about you, darlin'?" His hand brushed your knee. Warm, rough. You should've pulled away. You didn't. You arched a brow.

"That I haven't killed you yet?" His eyes darkened with something heavier.

"That you only act like you hate me 'cause you don't know what to do with all that heat between us."

Your stomach fluttered. "There's no heat."

"No?" He reached out, fingers grazing the inside of your thigh just enough to make you inhale sharply. "Then why ain't you movin' away?"

You wanted to hate him. You really did. But your thighs stayed open. Your heart started to beat a little faster, palms becoming sweaty.

Joel's lips curled into something wicked. "That's what I thought."

He leaned in slow, giving you a chance to stop him. But you didn't. And when his mouth brushed yours, soft and possessive, your breath hitched. He tasted like salt and heat and danger. He kissed like a man who meant it.

You moaned into him, letting him press you down into the sand. His hands roamed his fingertips dragging up your ribs, your sides, your breasts, reverent and greedy.

"Goddamn," he murmured against your skin. "You feel like heaven."

You gasped as he kissed your neck, tongue hot and slow. "I still hate you," you whispered.

He smiled against your collarbone. "Yeah? Then why are you whimperin' for me like that?"

His fingers slid beneath your shorts, stroking deliberately slow. You bucked into his hand, the sound you made needy and soft.

He chuckled. "That's what I thought."

You tore at his belt, desperate now, gasping when he pinned your wrists above your head. "Not yet, babygirl. I'm gonna take my sweet time with you."

His touch was worshipful, his words filth-laced and sweet in the same breath. "So soft for me. Look at you, needy little thing." His mouth was everywhere your thighs, stomach, chest just teasing, claiming, savoring.

You came undone under his tongue, under his weight, crying out his name against the waves. He kissed you through it, praising you with each breath.

After the heat faded into afterglow, you lay tangled together on the sand, his big hand resting low on your belly.

"You still hate me?" he asked lazily.

You turned your face into his neck, smiling. "Maybe a little."

He grinned and pulled you closer. "Good. Gives me a reason to keep makin' you beg."

The fire had died down, but your skin still burned. Joel's arm was wrapped around your waist, his fingers splayed low on your stomach, dangerously close to slipping lower again. The sand beneath you was warm, sticky with sweat and ocean mist, and every inch of your body was aware of his. The way his chest rose and fell behind you, the roughness of his thigh slotted between yours, the quiet, low rumble of his voice against your ear.

"Could fuckin' stay like this forever," he murmured, his lips brushing the curve of your shoulder.

You sighed, shifting your hips back into him. He was already getting hard again, thick and heavy against your ass.

He groaned. "You do that again, and I ain't gonna be gentle."

You rolled onto your back, eyes meeting his in the moonlight. "Good."

His expression changed all teasing gone replaced by something darker, possessive. He hovered above you, one hand sliding between your legs, slow and deliberate.

"Still wet for me," he muttered. "Fuckin' filthy girl."

You gasped when his fingers dipped in, curling just right, hitting that spot that made you squirm. "Joel..."

He leaned down and kissed you hard tongue deep, lips demanding while his fingers fucked you slowly, rhythm matching the soft waves lapping at the shore.

"Say it," he growled into your mouth.

"Say what?"

He slipped a third finger in, stretching you, making you cry out. "That you want me."

"I want you." The words came out breathless, broken. "Please."

"Where?"

You looked up at him, flushed and aching. "Inside me. Now."

His jaw tightened as he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down just far enough. You couldn't take your eyes off him thick, hard, and veined. He gripped himself at the base and rubbed the head through your slick folds, slow, torturous.

"You ready for me, baby?" he rasped. "Gonna take every inch?"

"Yes fuck Joel." When he pushed in, it knocked the air from your lungs. He was deep, thick and heavy, filling you completely, and you clung to him like you'd fall apart otherwise.

"Shit," he hissed through gritted teeth. "You're tight as hell."

He pulled back, then slammed into you, over and over, slow at first, grinding deep, his pelvis grinding against your clit just right. Your nails raked down his back, dragging moans from his throat.

"That's it," he panted. "Take it, baby. Let me fuck you just how you need."

You were begging now for more, for harder, for him and he gave it to you. Taking you with all the hunger he'd kept hidden beneath that gruff exterior.

"Touch yourself," he whispered, licking into your mouth. "Wanna watch you fall apart while I'm inside you."

Your fingers found your clit, circling fast, and the pleasure built sharp and hot, overwhelming. You clenched around him, thighs trembling.

"Fuck Joel, I'm-"

"Come for me. Let me feel you." You shattered under him, back arching, vision white. Joel followed with a low growl, slamming in one last time before spilling inside you, shaking with it, his face buried in your neck.

He didn't move for a while just holding you, still inside, still hard, lips kissing sweat from your skin.

"I hated you, remember?" you whispered, dazed.

He chuckled, voice rough. "Mm. So what's this mean?"

You turned your face to his, grinning. "Means I still do. A little."

He rolled his hips again, making you gasp. "Then I guess I'll have to fuck it outta you."

The tide had risen, warm and slow, crawling closer to where he had you flat on your back in the sand, your thighs spread wide, your skin flushed and raw from the way he'd already taken you once.

Now he was hovering over you again completely naked this time, tanned and cut with muscle, salt clinging to his dark chest hair, his cock already hard and heavy against your thigh. Joel looked wrecked. And you'd barely touched him.

"Y'know what I keep thinkin' about?" he murmured, dragging the back of his knuckles down your belly, watching your body react. "How sweet you look when you come around my fingers all tight and needy. But you still got attitude."

He leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. "So I think it's time I fuck the brat outta you."

You gasped, but before you could reply, he grabbed both wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand. The other trailed down between your legs slow, deliberate fingers dragging through your slick folds.

"So wet for me again," he rasped. "You like when I take control, don't you?"

"Yes." You writhed beneath him, arching your back as his fingers circled your entrance.

"You want it rough, babygirl?" His voice was dark, velvet wrapped in gravel. "Want me to ruin you?"

"Yes, Joel please." He groaned, deep and animal.

"You're not gonna be able to walk when I'm done with you." Then he was inside you again one sharp thrust that made you cry out, made the stars above blur. He was relentless now, fucking into you hard and fast, grinding deep with each thrust, his hand keeping your wrists pinned down like he owned you.

"Look at me," he growled. Your eyes met his, dark, hungry and possessive.

"That's it. Look me in the fuckin' eyes while I fill you up." He released your wrists just long enough to flip you onto your stomach. You gasped as he grabbed your hips, yanked them up, and slammed back in from behind.

"Joel fuck. "

"Yeah, you like that?" he grunted, palm cracking across your ass with a firm smack. "This what you need, baby? To be fucked like a filthy little thing in the sand?"

You moaned, face buried in your arm, soaking wet and shaking. He reached down and rubbed your clit fast, forcing your orgasm to rise again like a tidal wave crashing over everything.

"That's it," he murmured. "Come for me again. Be a good girl and let me feel you squeeze my cock."

You shattered, legs trembling, body clenching around him. Joel groaned loud, losing control, thrusting deep until he spilled inside you again hot, thick, and full.

And he didn't pull out. Instead, he collapsed over you, panting against your neck, holding you down as you both came down together, bodies slick and tangled.

"You okay?" he whispered roughly.

You nodded against the sand, still breathless. "Better than okay."

He chuckled low and kissed your shoulder. "Told you I'd fuck it outta you."

You smirked. "You might have to do it again."

Joel flipped you over, kissed your throat, and grinned like a devil. "Oh, I will. You're not done yet, darlin'. Not even close."

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The island was quiet in the early light, waves lapping softly against the shore, birds rustling in the trees.

You stirred slowly, muscles sore in the most delicious ways. Joel's body was draped around you from behind, thick and solid, his chest pressed to your back, one heavy arm locked tight around your waist like he was afraid you'd disappear.

You smiled, eyes still closed, letting yourself melt into the warmth of him salt slick skin, the scratch of his beard against your shoulder, his scent thick with sex, sweat, and sea.

"Mm," you mumbled, voice hoarse. "You're heavy."

"You love it," Joel's voice rumbled, still rough with sleep. "Ain't lettin' you go anyway."

You wiggled slightly, only to feel the unmistakable press of his cock already hard again nestled right between your thighs.

You froze, then smirked. "Seriously?"

He chuckled, nuzzling his face into your neck. "You expected me not to wake up hard with you in my arms? After last night?"

"Last night, you nearly broke me."

"Damn right I did." His hand slid slowly down your belly. "And I'm gonna do it again. But slow this time. Real slow."

You gasped softly as he rocked his hips forward just enough to let you feel the weight of him, thick and hot against your entrance. He didn't push in. Not yet.

"Joel..."

"Shh," he whispered against your ear. "I got you, baby. Let me take my time with you."

His hand slipped between your legs, fingers stroking you with a maddening tenderness. You were already wet, your body remembering him too easily. You arched into his touch, and he groaned, biting gently at your shoulder.

"You feel that?" he murmured. "That's all for me."

You moaned as he lined himself up, dragging the tip of his cock slowly through your folds, teasing, until you whimpered.

"Please..."

"Yeah?" His voice was a low growl. "You beg so sweet in the morning."

Then he pushed in slow, thick, inch by inch until he was buried deep inside you, both of you trembling at the stretch. He didn't thrust right away. Just stayed there, full and still, wrapped around you like he belonged there.

"Goddamn," he breathed, pressing kisses to your jaw. "You take me so good."

He started moving with gentle, rhythmic rolls of his hips, deep and slow, each thrust drawing a soft whimper from your lips. His hand gripped your thigh, pulling your leg up to angle deeper, to fill you even more.

You reached back, cupping the back of his head, tugging his face into your neck. "Don't stop..."

"Never," he murmured. "I'm gonna fuck you slow, nice and deep, until you're shakin' for me again."

His cock dragged perfectly against your walls, each movement a wave of pleasure completely lazy, sensual, and addicting. You clenched around him, and he moaned into your skin.

"That's it. Milk me, baby. Let me feel you." He reached around and rubbed your clit in slow circles, and the pleasure crept higher, tighter, until you were gasping, legs shaking.

"Come for me," he whispered. "Right here in my arms."

You shattered again, clenching around him with a broken moan, and Joel followed moments later thrusting deep, filling you up, groaning your name like a prayer.

The air was thick with heat, the scent of sex, the soft hush of morning waves. Joel didn't move, just held you tighter, still inside you, breathing hard.

"Mine," he murmured, lips at your ear. "You're mine now."

You turned your head, eyes meeting his. "That a threat?"

He smiled, soft and lazy. "No, darlin'. That's a fuckin' promise."

[intoanotherworld23]

Inked In Attitude

Summary: Joel doesn't appreciate you coming into his tattoo parlor with an attitude, and so he shows you a lesson

Warnings: mature themes, explicit content, pure raw smut and filth, unprotected sex, spanking, oral female receiving, fingering, major edging, rough sex, dominant Joel, submissive reader

A/N: hi my horny readers! If you liked this one feel free to comment and reblog so that others can read it as all! That would be so greatly appreciated! If you wish to be added to my tag list let me know and I’ll be more than happy to add you! Thanks everyone! XOXO

Hall of Hunks

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Tag list for everything: @iam-laiya @rosie-posie08 @madzleigh01 @alwaysclassyeagle @mytbel0st @shanimallina87 @marvelstarker-mha98 @powellssugarbaby @lora21 @kmc1989

"Let me hear it," he said, a bit rougher now, his voice dipping. "Tell me what you want."

"Touch me," you whispered. "Please, Joel..."

"Oh, you're saying please now?" His grin widened, and one tattooed hand slid down, slipping between your legs, just the outside of your panties, cruel and slow. "That pretty little mouth didn't have manners when you walked in here demanding ink with that bratty attitude."

His thumb pressed in gently, then circled. Just once. It was humiliating how fast you reacted the way your hips jerked, breath caught, a whimper crawling up your throat.

"Fuck," he murmured, voice soft with dark amusement. "You're drenched. You get wet from the pain, or was it me telling you to take your panties off before I even started?"

A whimper slipped out.

"You liked that," Joel whispered, his lips brushing your ear now, his fingers still teasing but never enough. "Liked sitting on my table with your pussy bare while I inked you. Like a good little canvas. Mine to mark. Mine to ruin."

"I'm going to come—please—" you gasped.

"No, you're not." His voice turned sharp, commanding, and he pulled his hand away. You almost cried.

He stood and stepped back, licking his fingers with slow, deliberate hunger. "Mm. Sweet," he muttered. "But you don't get to come just for squirming like a slut in my chair. You're gonna earn it."

Joel grabbed your waist, spun me effortlessly around on the table, until you were bent forward, your cheek against the padded surface, ass bare for him.

"Look at this," he growled, running both hands over your thighs, then gripping your ass. "You've been teasing me since you walked in. All that sass, all that bratty eye-rolling and now look at you. Bent over, dripping for me. Just how I like you."

You gasped as he pulled your panties down to your knees, and gave you a sharp smack that echoed off the walls.

Then another. Harder. Then he soothed the sting with slow, gentle kisses, his mouth warm against your skin, tongue dragging low as he licked down closer.

"Joel," you whimpered. "Please..."

His laugh was low, wicked. "So needy. You want my mouth, baby?"

"Yes—God, yes—"

He didn't make you beg anymore. His tongue slid between your folds like he was starving. Messy, sloppy, loud. He sucked your clit into his mouth and moaned, the vibrations shooting straight through you.

"Fuck, you taste even better when you're desperate." Your body arched off the table, hips twitching, thighs trembling. You were already close, the burn building fast, and he knew it. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you in place.

"You're not coming," he warned, mouth wet against you. "Not yet."

"Joel—!" He pulled back, let you feel the loss, let you whine for it, then spanked you again, his handprint burning into your skin.

"You'll come when I say you come. Now turn around." You did, dizzy, aching, half-numb from how badly you needed it.

Joel unbuckled his belt with slow, deliberate movements, watching you the whole time. "You want cock?" he asked, smirking. "Or you want more tongue? Be honest."

Your voice cracked as you answered. "Both."

His laugh was pure sin. "Greedy girl."

He fisted his cock, thick and glistening, and walked back toward you.

"Then here's what we're gonna do," he said, pushing you flat onto your back, lining himself up right at your entrance but not pushing in. "You're going to take every inch of me like a good little toy. No running. No squirming. You come when I say. And if you come before that?"

He leaned down and bit your neck, then whispered, "I'll edge you until sunrise." He didn't slide in. Not yet. Joel hovered at your entrance, the tip of his cock just nudging where you were dripping for him, teasing, cruel, keeping you in that torturous limbo where you could feel how ready he was, but he wouldn't move.

"Feel that?" he murmured, voice low, sinful. "That pressure right there? That's how close I am to fucking you stupid, baby. But you haven't earned it yet."

You whimpered, arching your hips a bit. "Please please, I need it—"

His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight, but firm just enough to keep you still, just enough to make your heart pound harder.

"No," Joel growled, cock sliding up your slit in a slow, maddening drag. "You think you need it. But what you really need is a lesson in patience."

You whimpered again, louder this time. Your whole body was a live wire, tension coiled tight in your belly, your clit pulsing, everything soaked. He hadn't even fucked you yet and you were already on the edge.

"God, look at you," he whispered, voice thick with hunger. "You're soaked. You gonna come just from my cock rubbing against you?"

He did it again, slid the thick head of it up and down your folds, catching on your clit with a sharp, electric drag. You cried out, hips jolting, thighs trembling. Your body didn't know what to do, whether to move away or closer, whether to scream or beg.

"I should make you come like this," he said. "Just like this. Rubbing my cock against your pussy like I own it. Not even letting you have it. You'd come for me, wouldn't you?"

You nodded, breathless. Listening to every word like a song.

"Oh, I know you would. You're such a desperate little thing now, aren't you?" He leaned down again, mouth right against your ear. "All those smartass comments earlier. All that attitude. And now look at you. On your back, begging for my cock like a good little toy. Say it. Say you're my toy."

"I'm your toy," you whispered.

Joel grinned, kissed the side of your neck.

"Damn right you are." Then he dropped back down between your legs, spreading them wider with his big hands, licking his lips like he was about to devour a meal. "I'm not done playing with this pussy yet."

And before you could protest, he buried his face between your thighs again.

His tongue moved in quick, relentless circles around your clit, then down to fuck into you with wet, obscene sounds that echoed off the shop walls. You cried out, fists clenching the edge of the table, toes curling as your body spiraled fast toward the edge again.

His mouth was ravenous, his moans rumbling into you like he loved eating you, like it was his favorite thing in the world. His hands gripped your thighs so tight they'd bruise, keeping you open, exposed, twitching beneath his mouth.

"Fuck, Joel—please, I'm gonna—"

"Don't you dare." He growled the words against your clit, pulling back just before you tipped over. You sobbed, high-pitched and needy, your body on fire from the denial.

"You're so goddamn close," he murmured, watching you fall apart. "I can feel how hard you were clenching. You wanna come so bad, huh?"

You nodded furiously, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Beg for it."

"Please—please, Joel—I need it—I can't take it—"

"Oh, I know you can take it," he said darkly. "You're gonna take everything I give you, baby. My tongue, my cock, my hands, every fucking edge I drag you through. Because you like being ruined by me. Don't you?"

"Yes—fuck—yes," you gasped.

He grinned. "Good girl."

Then he finally slid two fingers deep into you. Curling, slow, thick. His thumb found your clit and began circling hard and fast, and his mouth was back again, sucking, licking, filthy and frantic.

You screamed. Your thighs clamped around his head, and your body begged to come, trembling, shaking, about to—

He stopped. Pulled out. Sat back with a devilish look on his face. Loving how more and more desperate you were becoming.

"No!" You cried out, writhing on the table, empty, throbbing. "Please Joel—!"

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his beard glistening with you, eyes dark and amused.

"Look at you," he murmured, fisting his cock slowly while he watched you fall apart. "Shaking. Crying. And I haven't even fucked you yet."

Then he grabbed your legs, pulled you roughly to the edge of the table.

"Spread wide," he ordered. "Hands on your thighs. Hold them open. I want you to feel how ruined I've made this pussy."

You quickly obeyed, trembling, breath ragged, your own slick smeared everywhere. He ran his cock along your folds again, up and down, torturing you. Then finally he pushed in. Inch by inch. Thick. Hot. Deep.

You both groaned at how deliciously tight you were.

"You feel that?" Joel grunted. "That stretch? That's what happens when you tease me all fucking day. I take my time with you."

He rocked into you once, slow and deep. You cried out again, clenching, already too close, too sensitive. And Joel knew it.

"That tight little pussy's gonna come the second I say the word, huh?"

"Yes Joel, I need to please.” He picked up the pace. Harder. Deep. Hitting that spot with precision every time, his hand back at your throat, just enough pressure to keep you right there completely helpless, needy, his.

"You gonna come all over my cock like a good little thing?"

"Please, yes—please—let me—"

"Then do it," he growled. "Come for me. Right fucking now."

And you did. Hard. Your whole body arched, back bowed, a scream torn from your throat as the orgasm ripped through like lightning as you started shaking, gasping, sobbing with the sheer force of it.

Joel didn't stop. He kept fucking you through it, rougher now, his name a chant on your lips as wave after wave hit you, and all you could do was take it.

"Good fucking girl," he groaned. "So goddamn perfect like this. Look at you, taking it like I knew you would. You were made for this."

And when he came, it was with a deep, broken growl, holding you down, cock buried to the hilt, his warmth spilling inside you as he bit your shoulder and muttered, "Mine."

[intoanotherworld23]

Sweet As Candy

Summary: Joel is craving something sweet, and you’ve just freshly stepped out of the shower looking like something sweet

Warnings: mature themes, explicit content, pure smut, Joel is insatiable, oral female receiving, fingering, sex, rough sex, overstimulation, dominant Joel, submissive reader

A/N: hi my horny readers! If you liked this one feel free to comment and reblog so that others can read it as all! That would be so greatly appreciated! If you wish to be added to my tag list let me know and I’ll be more than happy to add you! Thanks everyone! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

Tag list for everything: @iam-laiya @rosie-posie08 @madzleigh01 @alwaysclassyeagle @mytbel0st @shanimallina87 @marvelstarker-mha98 @powellssugarbaby @lora21 @kmc1989

Tag list for Pedro Pascal: @pedrohoe04 @k-k0129 @livingdeadmaria @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @milly-louise @kittenlittle24 @trisaratops-mcgee @subconsciouscollapse @hooked-on-penapascal27 @red-red-rogue @fellinfromthetop @drewharrisonwriter @vickie5446 @millerfan @lover-of-books-and-tea @bbyanarchist @justajoelsreader @meetmeatyourworst

You barely had time to towel off before you felt the heat of him behind you.

The bathroom door had creaked open with the quietest click, but Joel didn't speak. Didn't make a sound. Just stood there and watched, his gaze practically dragging over the water droplets that clung to your skin, collecting in the dip of your spine, running down the backs of your thighs.

"Joel," you said, barely more than a breath, not needing to look to know that familiar smirk had already settled onto his lips.

He closed the distance between you both, warm palms sliding around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. He was shirtless of course he was, and the heat of his skin lit up every nerve ending still tingling from the steam of the shower. You could feel him already half-hard through the fabric of his lounge pants, pressing against the curve of your ass like a promise.

"You smell too fucking good," he murmured, nose buried against the curve of your neck. "Soft. Clean. Fresh. You know what that does to me?"

His lips grazed the skin behind your ear, and a shiver ran up your spine.

He turned you slowly, making you face him, the towel still clutched against your chest. He didn't snatch it away, he was patient. That was the thing about Joel. Patient and relentless. A pleaser in the most devastating way. He could make you fall apart with nothing but his mouth and the sound of your name on his tongue.

"Let me," he whispered, voice low, thick with intent. "Just let me taste you. That's all I want."

Your breath caught. He hadn't even kissed you yet, and somehow you were already melting.

He guided you backward until the backs of your knees hit the bed. Falling back onto it with a small gasp, towel barely staying in place. He stayed standing at the edge, eyes devouring you like he was trying to decide which part to savor first.

"Joel..."

He knelt. Didn't crawl. Didn't strip. Just dropped to his knees like he was worshiping.

The towel slipped when he gently parted your thighs, lifting one leg onto his shoulder with that calm, confident touch. His eyes flicked up to yours, that same teasing glint there, but tempered by something warmer, deeper. Worship. Hunger.

"You're already wet," he whispered, thumb ghosting up your inner thigh. "From the shower...or from me?"

My lips parted, breath catching.

He chuckled, low and rough. "Both. I know."

Then he dove in. His tongue licked a long, slow stripe from the base of you to the top, and you felt your spine arch immediately, hands fisting in the sheets.

He groaned into you. Loud. Like he'd just had the first taste of something forbidden. His tongue circled your clit in slow, focused movements, like he had nowhere to be for hours. Except like this, you were all he wanted.

"God, you taste like fucking candy," he muttered, breath hot against your soaked skin. "Sweet little thing."

Your hips bucked as he flattened his tongue and dragged it down again, dipping inside you with a slow, aching precision that had your thighs trembling. He brought both hands up to your hips, holding you open, keeping you spread for him, exactly how he wanted you.

"Joel," whimpering, fingers tangling in his hair.

He moaned again loudly like he got off just from the taste of you on his tongue. He lapped and sucked and praised between each flick of his tongue.

"That's it, baby. Let me have it. Fuck, you're perfect. So soft. So good for me..."

Your head dropped back, chest heaving, and he didn't let up. He knew exactly how to roll his tongue just right, tight circles, slow swirls, just enough pressure to make you grind down against his face. When he closed his lips around your clit and sucked, you screamed.

He didn't stop. Didn't pause. He worked you through every wave, every stuttered breath, licking and kissing like you were his favorite dessert and he had every intention of licking the plate clean.

"Still so sensitive," he whispered against your thigh, kissing it softly. "You think I'm done with you?"

You didn't even have the energy to respond, just lay there trembling, body pulsing. He slid two fingers up between your thighs, slow and teasing, eyes locked on yours.

"Don't you dare close those pretty legs, sweetheart. I'm not finished tasting what's mine."

"Joel—" gasping, trying to close your legs, but he held them open with an easy strength that made your core throb all over again.

He grinned against the inside of your thigh, lips slick and flushed from the mess he'd made. "You really thought I was gonna stop after one?" He kissed the crease of your thigh, the corner of his mouth still wet from your orgasm. "You're too fucking sweet to stop now."

He brought his fingers up between your legs, two of them, and rubbed them through the soaked, swollen heat of you with a groan that rumbled up from his chest. His eyes rolled back just a little like the feel of you alone was enough to make him come. "Jesus. Look at you. Wet all over again, baby."

You whimpered, body jolting when his thumb grazed your clit, too sensitive but still hungry. You couldn't tell if you wanted to pull away or grind into it harder. Joel just chuckled like he knew exactly how wrecked you were, how wrecked you’d always be for him.

"Don't fight it," he whispered, kissing the inside of your knee as he slowly, very slowly, pushed one finger inside you. Your mouth dropped open.

His knuckle brushed against the tender edges of your opening, warm and thick and slow, and your hips tilted up without thinking. His other hand stayed pressed against your thigh, holding you wide open, on full display, while he crooked his finger just right, making a soft groan fall from your lips.

"There it is," Joel said, eyes locked on your face, watching every twitch and tremble. "So fucking tight, baby. Just melting around me."

Then a second finger joined the first. You cried out, eyes fluttering shut, but he didn't let you hide.

"Eyes on me," he said softly, but firmly. "I wanna watch you come on my fingers."

He pumped them slow and deep, curling them perfectly, dragging over every spot that made your toes curl and your lips part in desperate little whimpers. The heel of his palm just barely grazed your clit each time he pushed in, giving you that aching tease of pressure you so desperately craved.

"Still so needy," he murmured, licking a lazy stripe up your thigh. "You came so hard, and you're still fucking dripping. Such a good girl for me."

Your whole body tightened at that. His voice. His praise. The obscene sounds coming from between your legs as he fingered you deliciously deeper, rougher now, fucking you open with steady strokes.

"Please," you breathed, not even sure what you were asking for anymore. More? Harder? Just him?

Joel smiled. That soft, teasing smile he gave you when he had all the power and knew it.

"You wanna come again?" he asked sweetly, fingertips curling right there.

Your head snapped back, hips bucking up off the bed. "Yes!"

He added a twist to his wrist, fingers scissoring just slightly, dragging across that electric spot inside you over and over and over until you couldn't breathe. Couldn't speak. Could barely even hold onto your own name.

He leaned in, mouth hovering over your clit, hot breath dancing over your skin. "Come on, baby. Let go for me again. Let me feel you squeeze around my fingers."

Then he sucked. Full mouth. Tongue flicking. Fingers deep and relentless and so fucking perfect you shattered.

Crying out, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave, hips writhing under his mouth, thighs quivering around his shoulders. You swore that you felt it everywhere, down to your fingertips, your toes, the base of your spine. You clenched around his fingers so hard he groaned again, voice low and desperate, like he was barely holding it together.

He eased you down slowly, licking and kissing you through every aftershock like you were his favorite meal. And maybe you were cause he certainly treated you like it.

When he finally pulled back, his chin glistened, and he looked completely satisfied, like he'd just devoured something divine.

"You," he said, voice low and wrecked, "are gonna be the death of me."

He crawled up over you, kissed your throat, your cheek, and then finally your lip. Letting you taste yourself on his mouth as he hovered over you. Still hard. Still teasing. Still mine.

"Ready for round three?" he whispered.

You could still feel him inside you even after you’d slipped his fingers out. The way your body clenched around nothing, fluttering from the echoes of the orgasm he'd pulled from you with nothing but his mouth and hand. It was maddening. Delicious. Addictive.

And Joel knew it.

He was stretched out beneath you now, shirtless, lips swollen, chin slick with the mess he'd made of you. His eyes tracked every movement you made like you were some sacred thing, some goddess rising above him, and for once, you believed it. Because he made you feel like it.

He lay back against the pillows, one hand behind his head, the other slowly sliding down to push his pants lower, revealing the thick length of him, hard and aching, flushed and glistening at the tip. Your mouth watered.

But you weren’t going to taste him. Not yet. You wanted to feel all of him, and you wanted him to feel all of you

His eyes widened slightly when you climbed onto his hips, straddling him, your thighs still trembling, skin damp and glowing from the heat. Wrapping one hand around him, guiding him slowly between your folds, sliding the tip through your slick and watching him groan.

"Baby." Joel's voice cracked like he was already breaking. "Fuck, you're still dripping. I didn't think you could get wetter."

You leaned down, brushing your lips across his, slow and soft. "You haven't even seen what you do to me yet."

Then I sank down onto him. Slow. Deep.

You both moaned, mouths open, breath catching as you took inch after inch of him, your walls clenching around him like he was made to fit inside you. He filled you perfectly, stretched, open and full in that way that left you shaking.

"Shit," Joel cursed, both hands gripping your hips. "So fucking tight. Warm. Baby, you're—Jesus Christ."

You rolled your hips, slow and steady, rocking forward so he hit just the right spot. His head tipped back against the pillow, throat exposed, Adam's apple bobbing with a deep, throaty moan. He looked wrecked. Ruined. Yours.

You set the pace. Slow. Deep. Dragging every inch of him out, only to slide him back in until you were gasping again.

Joel's hands moved, one to your ass, the other up your spine, palm splayed between your shoulder blades as if to keep you tethered to him. "You ride me so good, baby..fuck, look at you."

You did. You looked down at him his hair tousled, lips parted, eyes locked on yours like he couldn't believe you were real. His gaze dropped to where your bodies met, and he groaned again.

"Taking me so deep, like you were made for me. You feel that?" he rasped, pressing up just a little as you rolled your hips again. "That's how deep I am inside you, baby. Right there. Fuck."

You rocked harder, gasping when the tip of him nudged that sweet, dangerous spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.

Joel felt it too, he had to, because he cupped your breast then, pulled you closer until he could wrap his lips around your nipple, tongue flicking in teasing circles that made you cry out and clench around him.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me, sweetheart—don't stop. Don't fucking stop.” You didn't, only cause you couldn't.

You moved with purpose now, grinding down harder with each motion, chasing that high while Joel worshipped every inch of you. With his hands, his mouth, and his voice like a prayer against your skin.

"Gonna come for me again? Let me feel you fall apart while I'm buried deep inside that sweet little pussy, just like that, baby. Show me how good I make you feel."

"Joel—" you gasped, body tightening, thighs trembling.

"Give it to me," he begged, voice raw and wrecked. "Please. Come on my cock, baby, I need it. Let me feel you."

It hit you like a wave crashing over rocks violent, sweet, and full. Your body jerked forward, nails digging into his chest, your cry of pleasure spilling into his mouth as you kissed him, tasting the desperation you’d both been drowning in.

You came around him, hard, pulsing, milking him with each wave. He followed a moment later, hips thrusting up as he groaned, spilling inside you with a ragged, broken sound that made you clench all over again.

You stayed tangled, panting, gasping, trembling messes.

He didn't stop touching you. Not even after.

Gentle fingers tracing circles over your back. Kisses pressed to your shoulder, your jaw, your damp temple.

"You," he whispered, holding you close, still buried inside you, "are everything. Every fucking thing."

And you knew he meant it.

[intoanotherworld23]

Masked Seduction

Summary: a mysterious, handsome masked man named Joel watches you at the masquerade ball, and he gives you a night you’ll never forget

Rating: Explicit 18+ only MDNI

Warnings: mature themes, explicit content, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral female receiving, dominant Joel, submissive reader

Word Count: 1,292 words

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Hall of Hunks

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The air in the grand ballroom was thick with perfume, candle smoke, and mystery. Shadows flickered across golden walls as violins sang high above the murmuring crowd. Laughter chimed from behind velvet masks. You stood by the edge of it all, dressed in a tight black gown that clung to you like second skin, your lace mask tickling your cheeks.

You didn't know anyone here. That was half the thrill though that you always chased.

This mansion it was like something out of a dream. Marble floors, massive chandeliers, and the kind of wealth you could taste in the air. You'd snuck in with a friend's borrowed invitation, curiosity burning in your chest. It was supposed to be harmless. A little fun. A night of mystery.

Then you saw him. Joel.

Tall. Broad shoulders draped in black velvet. Dark mask molded perfectly to his sharp cheekbones, and lips you swear were curved into a permanent smirk. He didn't move like the other men, didn't bother with small talk or faked politeness. He watched. Quiet. Calculated.

And he was watching you.

You felt it before you turned. The weight of his attention slid down your spine like a silk glove. When you met his gaze across the room, your breath caught. His head tilted slow, deliberate and he lifted a crystal glass to his mouth. Even from here, you saw the way his lips pressed against the rim. You pressed your thighs together.

Then he moved.

Every step toward you felt like a countdown.Wanting to move and wanting to look away, pretend you hadn't noticed, but you didn't. You couldn't. The crowd parted around him like he owned the place. Maybe he did.

"Lost?" His voice was deep, low, smooth like warm honey poured over sin. He stopped just in front of you, close enough that you could smell the expensive whiskey on his breath. "Or just waiting for someone to come find you?"

You swallowed. "Maybe both."

That smirk widened. "I'm Joel." He didn't offer a hand. Just stepped closer, his gaze dragging down the neckline of your dress, slow and shameless. "And you don't belong here."

"I could say the same to you."

His brow lifted. "Feisty." He leaned in, lips nearly brushing the shell of your ear. "I like that."

Your knees nearly buckled.

"Dance with me." It wasn't a question.

You let him pull you into the center of the ballroom, his hand firm on the small of your back, the other clasping yours. His body was hard beneath the fabric, heat rolling off him as both moved. He danced like he did everything else with control, purpose, and just enough restraint to make you wonder what would happen when he snapped.

"You've been watching me all night," You whispered.

His smile didn't fade. "Of course I have. You're the only one in the room worth undressing."

Your breath hitched. "You're quite bold."

"You haven't seen anything yet."

And then, without warning, he spun around, and you were pulled away from the ballroom, down a narrow hallway, into a wing of the mansion you hadn't noticed before. Your heels clicked on polished floors. Your heart raced with each step. He didn't speak. Just opened a heavy door, tugged you inside, and shut it behind both of you with a soft click.

The room was dark, decadent. Candlelight glowed on deep burgundy walls. There was a fireplace, a velvet chaise, and a massive four-poster bed that stole the air from my lungs.

You turned to him, heart pounding. "You just bring strange women into your bedroom?"

Joel smirked. "Only the ones who stare at my mouth when I talk."

You gasped completely flustered. "I was not—"

"Liar." He stepped forward, hand reaching out to brush your cheek, then your jaw. His thumb dragged down your bottom lip, slow and possessive. "Let's not pretend, sweetheart. You came here looking for trouble."

You didn't deny it.

He moved like a predator, backing you against the wall, his thigh sliding between yours. "I could smell how wet you were on the dance floor."

"Joel..." His name left your lips in a whisper, needy and confused and desperate.

He chuckled darkly. "That's it. Say it again."

"Joel..."

His mouth crashed down on mine hot, commanding, mine. His hand cupped your face while the other dragged down your spine, gripping your ass through the silk dress, squeezing like he owned it. You moaned into his mouth, and he groaned against you like he'd been starving for the sound.

Then he dropped to his knees.

"Turn around," he growled, already flipping you toward the wall. Hands slapped the cool wallpaper as he shoved your dress up over your hips. "Look at this fucking ass. You wore this for me, didn't you?"

"Maybe," whispering, breath catching.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your thigh. "You're going to say yes, baby. Every time I ask."

"Yes," you breathed.

Joel growled in satisfaction. "Good girl."

His fingers tugged your panties down, slow and torturous. He didn't ask before he parted your thighs. He didn't need to. You were soaked and already trembling. His tongue slid between your folds like sin, and you cried out, head falling forward.

"Fuck—Joel..."

He groaned against you. "That's it. Let me taste that pretty little cunt." His mouth was filthy. Tongue dragging over every inch, lips sucking your clit until you were panting, begging. Your knees buckled and he held you up with one arm, the other gripping your thigh like he'd never let go.

"Joel—I'm gonna—"

"Come," he growled against you. "Now."

You came apart absolutely shattered. He didn't stop. Licked through it, made you scream into your arm, fingers bruising your skin as you writhed against the wall.

Finally gasping for breath, he stood and spun you around, mouth shiny with your arousal, eyes burning with hunger.

"I'm not done with you."

He lifted you like you weighed nothing, carried you to the bed, and tossed you down onto the mattress. Barely being able to catch your breath before he was unbuttoning his shirt, tossing his mask aside. God he was beautiful. Strong chest, ridged stomach, a cock that made your mouth water.

"You gonna be good for me, baby?" he asked, crawling up between your legs.

You nodded, wide-eyed, trembling.

He leaned down, kissing your mouth letting you taste myself on his lips. "Say it."

"I'll be good. For you."

His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight just enough to claim. "Damn right you will."

And then he pushed into you. Hard. Deep. Perfect. You cried out, hands flying to his shoulders, digging in as he filled you inch by inch. He didn't stop. Didn't give you time to adjust. He owned your entire body from the first thrust.

"Look at you," he rasped against your mouth. "Taking my cock like you were made for it."

"Joel, God—"

"That's right. You'll come when I say. You'll scream my name so loud the whole damn party hears you."

He pounded into you hard and fast with every thrust pulling a moan from your throat. You were unraveling again, pushed to the edge, lost in him.

"Come again," he growled. "Right now. Let me feel you."

And you did. Screaming, clawing, coming apart beneath him while he fucked you through it.

Joel didn't stop. Not until he'd chased his own release, burying it deep with a growl of your name. When he collapsed beside you, sweat drenched and panting, he pulled you close, fingers stroking your cheek.

"You don't leave tonight," he whispered. "You understand?"

Nodding without hesitation, still shaking.

"You're mine now."

And something in you, something you hadn't expected, liked the sound of that.

[intoanotherworld23]

Safe House Heat

Summary: Harry Castillo was hired to be your bodyguard, and watch over you until everything was safe. What you didn’t anticipate was what was going to happen next

Warnings: mature themes, explicit content, smut, unprotected sex, buckle up this is a kinky one y’all, spanking, oral female receiving, bondage, overstimulation, dominant Harry, submissive reader

A/N: y’all better clutch your panties for this one cause it is long and kinky! Comments and reblogs are always encouraged and appreciated! Always support your fellow tumblr writers! If you wish to be an added to a tag list let me know and I’ll add you! Thanks so much! Enjoy! XOXO

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You knew being locked away in a safe house with Harry Castillo was going to drive you crazy. What you didn't expect was the way your body responded to him every time he entered the room like a live current ran straight through you.

Six days into isolation, you were tired of pretending. Tired of acting like your bodyguard wasn't the kind of man who haunted fantasies. Tall, broad shouldered, eyes like a summer storm about to break, and a voice that could command obedience with just a murmur.

But tonight, something was different.

The storm outside rattled the windows. Rain sliced down the glass like it was trying to get in. You sat curled on the worn leather couch in one of Harry's oversized hoodies, pretending to watch the flickering light of the fire. In truth, you were aware of him more than anything else. Every shift of his weight in the armchair opposite, the slow drag of his gaze down your bare thighs, the clench of his jaw when he thought you weren't looking.

You'd caught him staring more than once. And you were ready to make your move.

"You gonna keep staring at me all night, Castillo?" you teased, voice low. His eyes flicked up to yours dangerous, dark, amused. He didn't even blink.

"I've had my eyes on you since the moment we got here," he said, his voice gravel and heat. "You just haven't had the guts to call me on it until now."

Your heart skipped, heat crawling under your skin. You shifted on the couch, crossing your legs slowly, deliberately, making sure the hem of the hoodie inched just high enough to reveal a flash of your lace panties. His jaw flexed.

"What are you trying to do, sweetheart?" he asked, tone deceptively calm.

You smirked. "Drive you crazy. Is it working?"

Harry stood. No hesitation. Just power, confidence, and the slow stalk of a predator with prey in sight. He didn't stop until he was towering over you, one hand braced on the back of the couch, the other trailing a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his.

"You have no idea what you're asking for," he murmured, eyes burning. "But I'm done playing bodyguard if you keep looking at me like that."

"Then stop playing," you whispered.

That was all it took. He gripped your jaw and kissed you like he was starving. His mouth claimed yours, rough and dominant, tongue sliding in without asking permission because he already knew it was his. You moaned against him, fisting his shirt, pulling him closer.

Harry pulled back just long enough to yank the hoodie over your head, baring your chest and the soft black lace beneath. He growled when he saw it.

"You wore this for me?" You nodded, breathless. He dragged his hand down your throat to the curve of your breast, squeezing just hard enough to make you gasp. "Smart girl."

Then he flipped you over his knee like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Wha- Harry!" you yelped, heat blooming in your cheeks.

He chuckled darkly, his hand smoothing over your ass. "Told you. You tease me for six days straight, flash those pretty little panties, and you don't think you're gonna get punished?"

The first smack was sharp, firm, but not cruel. You cried out, more in surprise than pain, the sting sending a shock of arousal straight to your core.

"Oh my god." Another. And another. His hand alternating between soft squeezes and harsh spanks. Between each one, he leaned in close, his voice low and sinful.

"You like acting like a brat?" Smack.

"Wriggling in my lap like that?" Smack.

"You've been begging for this, baby. Every little look, every bend of your hips." Smack.

Your thighs trembled. You were soaking.

"Harry, please." you whimpered, breath catching on a gasp. He ran a hand between your legs, sliding your panties to the side and cupping your soaked heat.

"Goddamn," he growled. "Dripping for me. You wanted this. You need me to fuck the brat right out of you, don't you?"

You nodded, dazed, grinding against his fingers. He pushed two in without warning, curling them just right. You cried out again, shuddering around them, hips canting up to meet each thrust of his hand. The rough calluses on his fingers made every stroke delicious torture.

"Beg me," he said, voice guttural. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me," you moaned, losing all sense of pride. "I want you to ruin me, Harry please."

He didn't make you ask again. In seconds, he had you on your knees against the couch, chest pressed into the cushions, ass up, legs parted. The storm outside raged, but all you could hear was the sound of him unzipping his jeans and the blunt pressure of his cock sliding between your folds, teasing and taunting.

"You ready for this?"

"Yes," you gasped, back arching. "God, yes."

He slammed into you in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Your scream was swallowed by the couch cushions as he began to pound into you from behind, one hand on your hip, the other tangled in your hair, keeping you right where he wanted you.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room. Each thrust rougher than the last, Harry's voice tight with control.

"Look at you," he growled. "Taking me so well. Your tight little pussy wrapped around me like you were made for this."

You moaned incoherently, lost to the rhythm of his hips, the overwhelming fullness of him inside you.

"Fuck you're so good," he groaned. "So wet, so fucking perfect."

When he spanked you again harder this time you cried out and clenched around him, the sharp pain only pushing you closer to the edge.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" he taunted, grinding into you with a wicked smirk. "You gonna fall apart on my cock like a good girl?"

"Yes yes, I'm so close Harry please!" His hand found your clit, rubbing in tight, perfect circles as he pounded into you harder, faster. Your body seized, back bowing, every nerve lighting up as your orgasm slammed into you with a force you couldn't stop if you tried.

You screamed his name, eyes squeezing shut, thighs shaking uncontrollably. Harry followed a second later, burying himself deep with a harsh groan, spilling inside you as he gripped your hips so tight you'd feel him for days.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of the storm, the fire crackling, your combined ragged breaths.

Then Harry leaned down, his chest pressed to your back, and whispered against your neck, "Told you I'd break you. You good, sweetheart?"

You nodded, smiling into the cushions, completely blissed out. He pulled out slowly, guiding you gently onto your back, kissing your thighs, your belly, your breasts slow and reverent now.

"I'm not done with you," he murmured, his voice like velvet and sin. "We've got all night. And I've waited too fucking long to stop at once."

And with that, he slid down between your legs again, tongue flicking out like a man determined to worship you until you couldn't walk tomorrow.

You were still trembling from the first orgasm when you felt his mouth on you again warm, wet, deliberate. His tongue flicked up your slit, slow and teasing, dragging your overstimulated nerves back to life. You gasped, thighs jerking, but Harry's hands wrapped around your legs and pinned them to his shoulders.

"You didn't think I was done, did you?" he murmured against your folds, the vibration sending aftershocks straight through your core. "Sweetheart, I haven't even started with you yet."

You were already soaked, slick with both of your release, and he groaned at the taste of it, diving back in like a man obsessed.

He licked you like he had all the time in the world lazy strokes, messy kisses, little flicks of his tongue over your clit, pulling a whimper from your throat with every pass. Then he'd slow it down, circle your entrance, just watching you twitch for more.

"Fuck look at you," he rasped. "All swollen and sensitive. I could spend hours between these legs. Days."

You reached for his hair, needing something to anchor yourself, but he caught your wrists in one hand and pressed them above your head.

"No, baby," he said, voice dark silk. "You don't get to control anything right now. That's my job."

Then his tongue plunged into you, and you screamed. Helpless. Bound by nothing but his grip and your own writhing pleasure. He kept you pinned and open, tongue fucking you slow and deep, making the pressure build again even though your body was still trembling from the first wave. You tried to twist your hips, to chase the edge, but he pulled back.

"Nope," he said with maddening calm. "Not yet. I decide when you come again." You whimpered, nearly frantic.

"You like giving up control, don't you?" he asked, voice low. "You like letting me take what I want." You nodded frantically, unable to speak. He smiled, that dark, cocky smirk that made your stomach drop. "Good girl."

Then he reached up, slid two fingers into your mouth.

"Suck." You did, instinctively, tasting yourself on his skin. He watched you with heat in his eyes, the flicker of firelight reflecting in them like molten gold.

Once your lips were wet and full around his fingers, he slid them back down—straight into your slick, desperate core—and started thrusting them slowly while his mouth returned to your clit. The mix of suction and pressure was too much.

"Harry. Harry, I can't, " you sobbed, thighs clenching.

"You will," he growled. "You'll come for me again, and you'll thank me for it."

Your body arched off the couch, overwhelmed, oversensitive but god, you wanted it. Needed it. Every wicked stroke of his tongue, every curl of his fingers dragged you closer.

Your orgasm crashed over you with brutal intensity. You convulsed around him, crying out as everything shattered and ignited at once. He didn't stop he kept licking you through it, slower now, gentler, teasing your thighs as they trembled around his head.

When you finally collapsed, breathless and limp, he rose over you your shirt gone now, chest bare, sweat gleaming across his sculpted muscles.

"You still with me?" he asked, brushing your cheek with the backs of his fingers.

You nodded, dazed and wrecked in the best way. Harry leaned down and kissed you slow and sensual this time. A different kind of hunger. Less claiming, more connection. It melted something in your chest, even as your body begged for more.

"I've wanted to do that since day one," he murmured against your lips. "You have no idea what you do to me."

You smiled, still catching your breath. "Then show me." His smirk returned. Dangerous. Hot.

"Oh, baby. With pleasure."

You were in his bed now, the only bedroom in the safe house. The sheets smelled like cedar and clean linen, but it was Harry's scent that surrounded you, that made you feel drunk. Your wrists were bound in his tie, anchored loosely to the headboard.

Harry trailed kisses from your navel to your throat, taking his time. His cock pressed hard against your thigh, but he didn't rush it.

"I want you to remember this," he said, voice thick. "Every. Damn. Detail."

His hand slid up to your breast, kneading gently, thumb flicking over the sensitive peak until your back arched.

He kissed you again, slower now, but no less intense. He kept you hovering, teased you with his body, his words, every inch of him designed to torment you with pleasure.

"I love watching you fall apart," he murmured. "Love making you squirm, making you need it."

He kissed your neck, your jaw, bit your earlobe, his breath hot.

"You love being mine like this, don't you?"

"Yes," you gasped, grinding up against him, desperate.

"I could keep you tied here for hours," he whispered. "Just edging you. Over and over until you're crying for it."

"Please." you whimpered. "I'll do anything."

He groaned. "Fuck. You're perfect."

Then finally, finally he thrust into you again. Slower this time, deeper, each movement precise and possessive, like he was carving himself into your memory.

He stayed inside you like that, rocking his hips in a rhythm that sent shudders through your core, his mouth never leaving your skin. Every inch of your body was his.

And you wouldn't have it any other way. He whispered things in your ear as he moved.

"Such a good girl..."

"You take me so well..."

"I could fuck you like this forever."

You came again with him deep inside you, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew. He followed moments later, groaning into your shoulder, his body pressing yours down into the mattress with the force of it.

Afterward, he untied your wrists and gathered you into his arms. The storm had passed outside, the silence broken only by the faint crackle of the fire and the slowing beat of your hearts. You pressed your face to his chest, dazed and aching in the best way.

"You're mine now," he whispered into your hair. "No more pretending. No more distance."

You nodded. "I don't want distance. I want this. You."

Harry smiled against your skin.

"Good," he said, pulling the blanket over you both. "Because I'm not letting you go."

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The soft morning sun filtered through the cabin's wide windows, bathing the bedroom in a golden glow. Outside, birdsong cut through the quiet aftermath of the storm, but inside the safe house, you were trapped in something far warmer it was Harry Castillo's arms.

You shifted beneath the sheets and felt the dull ache in your thighs, between your legs, across your hips a delicious reminder of everything he'd done to you the night before. Several times.

His hand was sprawled over your stomach, possessive even in sleep, and his body radiated heat at your back. You tilted your head just slightly and smiled when you caught sight of him mouth slightly parted, lashes too long for someone so dangerous, hair messy and wild from your hands. God help you, but he was sexy even half-unconscious.

You tried to slip out of bed, careful not to wake him. Your legs weren't exactly cooperating, and the soreness made you wince as your foot hit the cold wooden floor.

"I know you're not trying to sneak away after I rearranged your entire soul last night," came his groggy voice, rough with sleep. You froze, turning slowly. He hadn't even opened his eyes.

"Rearranged my soul?" you asked with a laugh.

His eyes cracked open, a lazy grin pulling at his mouth. "Don't act like you didn't see stars, baby."

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the hoodie you'd worn the night before his hoodie, obviously.

"I did see stars. Right around the third orgasm."

He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. "Fuck. I love hearing that."

You pulled the hoodie over your bare skin and padded to the kitchen. The place was quiet and cozy, the storm having left behind a coolness in the air that contrasted with the heat still thrumming in your veins.

You were halfway through making coffee when you felt him come up behind you, chest pressed to your back, hands low on your waist.

"Didn't say you could get out of bed yet," he murmured, kissing the spot just behind your ear.

You shivered. "Didn't realize I needed permission."

He grinned against your skin. "After last night, you definitely need permission."

One hand slid under the hoodie and skimmed over your bare thigh.

"Still not wearing panties?" he asked, mock-scandalized. "Shameless."

"You ruined them," you reminded him, glancing over your shoulder. "You ripped the lace with your teeth, remember?"

He groaned like it was a fond memory. "Best fucking moment of my life."

You giggled as he bent and lifted you onto the counter, planting himself between your thighs, the coffee now forgotten behind you. His hands gripped your hips as he leaned in, noses brushing.

"You know this complicates things," you whispered, even as your fingers curled in the fabric of his t-shirt.

"Yeah," he admitted. "But I'm not walking away. Not now. Not after I know what it's like to have you squirming under me, moaning my name like it's the only word you know."

You flushed, legs tightening around his waist automatically.

"You're really bad at being professional," you teased.

He smirked. "So are you, sweetheart."

You kissed him slow, teasing, softer than last night, but still hungry. He tasted like sleep and desire and something addictive you knew you weren't ready to give up.

When you finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours and whispered, "As soon as this job's over, I'm taking you somewhere no one can find us."

"We're already in a safe house," you pointed out.

"Not safe enough," he said with a growl, palming your ass through the hoodie. "I want to be able to make you scream without worrying about security cameras."

You bit your lip. "I think I can handle that."

He reached for your coffee cup behind you, took a sip, then made a face.

"No sugar?"

"I didn't have time to sweeten it," you said with a smirk.

Harry leaned in, his mouth brushing yours again. "Good thing I've got you to sweeten my morning."

You rolled your eyes hard enough to give yourself a headache, laughing as he lifted you off the counter and carried you back toward the bed like you weighed nothing.

"Harry! I was making breakfast!"

"I am breakfast," he said smugly. "And you're not leaving this bed until I'm satisfied."

"Again?" you asked, mock-dramatic. "I might need an ice pack."

He tossed you onto the mattress and crawled on top of you, the hoodie riding up your thighs, eyes gleaming with mischief and promise.

"I'll spank you for that sass, sweetheart."

"Maybe I want you to," you whispered. He paused. Smiled.

"Well," he said, pulling the hoodie up over your head again, "then I guess we're both getting exactly what we want."

[intoanotherworld23]

After Hours

Summary: Joel Miller was a very successful businessman, and you just worked for him. Then one night the two of you stay late, and make use of an empty building.

Warnings: mature content, explicit content, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, submissive reader, dominant Joel, minor spanking, dirty talk

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Hall Of Hunks

The office was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the click of your heels echoing against the polished floor. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, but you stayed. You always stayed. And tonight, so did he.

Joel leaned in the doorway, tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows. "You're still here," he said, voice low and a little rough.

Looking up from your screen, smirking. "So are you."

“Touché.” He stepped into your office slowly, as if crossing some invisible line. "I could say I forgot something, but that wouldn't be true."

You stood still, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Then what is true?"

"That I wanted to see what would happen if we were the last two in the building."

Silence stretched between the two of you, thick with anticipation. The tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Neither of you blinked as his eyes remained glued to yours.

Crossing the space between the both of you, stopping just shy of touching. "And?"

“I didn’t think anything was going to happen.” His fingers brushed your hip, feather-light. "I guess we could find out."

You didn't stop him when he leaned in. When your mouths met, it wasn't tentative . It was the kind of kiss that made time irrelevant. Hands explored, breath hitched, and the sharp thrill of being somewhere you shouldn't only made it more intoxicating.

It was a moment suspended between rules and desire, and you both knew that you had crossed the line long before the door clicked shut behind you.

Clothes ripped off and thrown across the room with in seconds, as your naked bodies fell down on the leather couch on the other side. You on top hovering over his body slightly hesitating on if you really wanted to do this or not.

Joel could sense your worry and reached a hand up to grab your face, and pull your lips back to his. Groaning in your mouth in the most sensual way possible. That was all it took for you to gain more confidence.

“It’s just you and me.” His hand gripping the base as he rubbed it up and down your folds. A shiver running up your spine as he pushed the tip slowly inside you.

“That’s it baby girl, that’s a good girl.” Soft praises echoing in your ear as you slowly sank down his erect cock. His soft hands caressing your skin so delicately. “You feelin all of me?”

“Mhm.” Struggling to speak just one word concentrating on adjusting around his thickness. Twisting your face in an unusual manner causing him to softly chuckle at how cute and hot you looked at the same time.

“Cat got your tongue baby? Can you not speak?” His tone playful and low.

“Joel please.” Whimpering pathetically as you continued to grind your hips back and forth. Joel loved to see how desperate you were for him.

“You like fucking your bosses? Does the thought make your cunt wet? Huh?” His words repeating over and over in your brain as they got more filthy. “Bet that cunt has been dripping everyday for me.”

Joel loved the feeling of your skin touching his. The way your body molded perfectly against his. Like two magnets connecting together. A powerful and intimidating man holding you like a delicate glass cup. Joel was enjoying this way more than what he thought he would, and he was never going to let you go.

“Fuck you are tight.” Large hands holding the fat flesh of your behind squeezing your cheeks in his palm. Feeling so warm and incredibly deep. “Such a shame you haven’t been fucked properly.”

Nodding your head in complete agreement still unable to form a complete sentence. Wrapping your hands around his neck softly, beginning to tremble as you moved your legs to raise yourself better. Joel helping guide your hips so you never lost your rhythm.

“Take it easy baby girl, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” He teased as you started to struggle bouncing up and down. A hand coming down swiftly on your backside in warning, but you never flinched.

“I can do it Joel.” Reassuring him with your glazed out eyes, as he smirked up at you loving the wicked gleam in your eyes. “You’re just so fucking big.”

“Fuck.” That was music to his ears as he wrapped his arms around your back pulling your chest on top of his. Hearing those words sounded like a challenge to him, and did he love a good challenge.

Gasping as he lifted his knees up, and started to pound up into your cunt with no mercy. His warm lips peppering kisses along your shoulder and neck. His hands keeping a firm grip on your ass using it as leverage.

His pelvic hair brushing against your exposed clit it had your thighs shaking aggressively. Joel feeling this smacked a hand against your lower thigh.

“Oh my god.” Crying out so loud that if anyone was on the floor above or below you would definitely hear.

“Nobody else could ever make you feel like this.” Hissing in your ear, and in just mere seconds tears are glistening in your eyes. “My cock, and my cock only can make you feel this good.”

“Yes sir.” Dropping your voice when saying sir, and something switched in Joel’s eyes when you called him that.

Suddenly your body was being grabbed and flipped onto your back. Your skin smacking against the warm leather sticking to your skin. Pulling your legs over both his shoulders, getting right back into the same rhythm.

Drilling into your sweet spot over and over again. Face leaning forward slightly just enough to where your lips couldn’t reach his. Joel always just oozed with confidence whether it was during a business meeting or in the bedroom. A bit surprised a wealthy, attractive man like him would go after with much lower status.

“I’m so close.” Quickly informing him as your body started to tremble. A fire igniting in the pit of your stomach. Head tossed back in complete ecstasy as you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Let go baby girl I’m right here.” Cooing softly in your ear like he was telling a secret. His deep and seductive voice was sending you right over the edge.

“Oh fuck fuck.” Crying out as your orgasm was rapidly approaching. Joel looking down at the remarkable expression on your face. Loving that he was the one in control for your pleasure. It made him feel like he was invincible.

“Fucking cum around my cock.” Commanding as he gritted his teeth as a hand reached down to your connected bodies rubbing your puffy clit. Rapid circles around your neck causing you to scream as your hands scratched down his back leaving marks.

Your ribcage falling and rising with each unsteady breath you took. Hands falling down to your sides loose and numb. Stomach trembling from your euphoric orgasm you just received. Your battered cunt was feeling sore and thoroughly stretched from his cock. His hands stroking your thighs soothingly waiting for you to come down from your high.

“I’m so glad you decided to stay after hours.” He chuckled to which you laughed shaking your head.

Then a soft knock came from the door both of you looking over your eyes going wide. “Umm when you guys are done in there, I was wondering if I could get my folder I left on your desk.”

[intoanotherworld23]

All Fogged Up

Summary: Joel is a man that can get jealous very easily, and it doesn’t matter where you are Joel will show why he’s better than anyone else, and a car is the perfect place

Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, sex in a car, minor spanking, dominant Joel, submissive reader, praise kink, teasing

A/N: hello my lovelies! Hope everyone has been doing good! I can honestly say I’m getting more and more excited and anxious for the new season of The Last Of Us! Can’t wait to watch Pedro on replay, and read and write all kinds of fan fiction about him! Let me know what you guys think of this one I love to hear from y’all! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated and highly encouraged! Thank you everyone again so much! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

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Joel Miller was never the type of guy to show his jealousy when it came to you. Until when he saw one of the guys from the village flirting with you all he saw was red. Wasting no time in pulling you into his truck. Ripping your clothes off so fast you could feel the fabric burning your skin.

"Were you trying to make me jealous princess?" He hissed into your ear as he gripped your cheeks in the palm of his hands. Using all the muscles in your thighs to bounce up and down on his cock. "Nobody can fuck you like I can."

"Oh my fuck." Whimpering into his shoulder biting on the flesh so much his hand came down and smacked you on your ass cheek.

"That all you got to say to me?" He taunts as he moves a hand up to grip your chin to look at his red face with sweat dripping down his forehead. He looked absolutely sexy like this, and you were the main and only reason he looked like this. It was such a turn on.

"Joel please." Crying out to him as you took notice he stopped your movements completely.

"Please what sweetheart?" Smirking as he looked up at your pathetic state, and licking his lips. Joel loved to tease you whenever he had the opportunity, and this was one that he wasn't going to let pass him by.

Joel knew he was in complete control over you, and he was becoming drunk on power. He wanted so much more of you he couldn't get enough. It was one of his favorite feelings with you.

"Please fuck me harder." Grinding your hips back and forth in an aggressive manner he couldn't help but laugh at how desperate you were becoming.

"What? What was that baby? I couldn't quite hear you over the sound of your wet cunt." His words had you squeezing around his cock just wanting nothing more than to feel him move. Driving you wild with lust at how provocative he could talk to you sometimes. "Come on, use that pretty mouth and tell me."

Running his hands up and down your body as he waited for your response. His fingertips felt like fire running across your skin, the sweat just dripping down your back. Almost like you were in a sauna just soaking in the heat.

"Fuck me harder please Joel." The air in the truck was so thick you almost couldn't breathe for a second. Your mouth was becoming so dry you could've chugged a bottle of water. The windows in the truck were fogging up nobody would be able to see the two of you engaging in adult activities.

Joel was pounding into you relentlessly and with no mercy. Nails digging into the headrest behind him scratching along the leather. His firm grip on your hips as your body aligned perfectly with his. Cries of pleasure escaping past your lips just for him and him alone.

"You fucking like this don't ya?" He demanded with a devilish glint in his eye as he mocked your pleasure. "That fucking pathetic excuse of a man  could never make you feel like this?"

All you could manage was a rapid nod and pathetic moans. A low chuckle rumbling in his throat as he took in your disheveled state knowing exactly how close you were. Well and the fact that your pussy was squeezing him like a python wrapped around its prey was a clear sign.

"Your ass looks so fucking good like this baby." He coos as he looks around you watching you bounce on top of him your cheeks jiggling with each motion only to slap your flesh. The smack is so loud and obscene you good that nobody heard it. Joel didn't seem to care cause he did it over and over again.

"Shit." Your muffled voice curses as the sensation goes all the way down to your toes. "Right there Joel."

Joel could feel you slowing down as you rest your head on his shoulder. Not wasting anymore time he clasped his hands behind your back, and bucked into you violently it made the whole car rock.

"I want to feel that creamy cunt cum around my cock." Crying out as you gripped onto Joel's body like your life depended on it. Toes curling as your whole body shook into a crumbled mess on top of him. Chest rising and feeling with each trembling breath you took. "That's my good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me."

His lips find yours with a fleeting taste of pure bliss before his sultry voice commands you to surrender to him. Leading you to make a complete mess all over him as you explode with ecstasy.

Stomach trembling with the resounding orgasm you had just experienced. It was so intense and hot you felt like you could pass out any second. Your cunt was puffy and sore from the beating that you just took. Joel couldn't have been more proud of himself right now. A huge smug look on his face as he panted heavily taking in your facial expression.

"Fuck I will never get tired of that feeling." He chuckled his hands running up and down your sides in a soothing and such gentle matter you almost forgot what he just did to you. "Only one I know who can fuck me like that in a truck."

"Shut up." You giggled as you covered your face into his chest feeling slightly embarrassed at his teasing you. His lips finding yours again in a sweeter and tender embrace. Only to be interrupted by hard knocks on the truck.

"When you guys are done fucking your brother is looking for you Joel."

[intoanotherworld23]

All Fogged Up

Summary: Joel is a man that can get jealous very easily, and it doesn’t matter where you are Joel will show why he’s better than anyone else, and a car is the perfect place

Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, sex in a car, minor spanking, dominant Joel, submissive reader, praise kink, teasing

A/N: hello my lovelies! Hope everyone has been doing good! I can honestly say I’m getting more and more excited and anxious for the new season of The Last Of Us! Can’t wait to watch Pedro on replay, and read and write all kinds of fan fiction about him! Let me know what you guys think of this one I love to hear from y’all! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated and highly encouraged! Thank you everyone again so much! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

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Joel Miller was never the type of guy to show his jealousy when it came to you. Until when he saw one of the guys from the village flirting with you all he saw was red. Wasting no time in pulling you into his truck. Ripping your clothes off so fast you could feel the fabric burning your skin.

"Were you trying to make me jealous princess?" He hissed into your ear as he gripped your cheeks in the palm of his hands. Using all the muscles in your thighs to bounce up and down on his cock. "Nobody can fuck you like I can."

"Oh my fuck." Whimpering into his shoulder biting on the flesh so much his hand came down and smacked you on your ass cheek.

"That all you got to say to me?" He taunts as he moves a hand up to grip your chin to look at his red face with sweat dripping down his forehead. He looked absolutely sexy like this, and you were the main and only reason he looked like this. It was such a turn on.

"Joel please." Crying out to him as you took notice he stopped your movements completely.

"Please what sweetheart?" Smirking as he looked up at your pathetic state, and licking his lips. Joel loved to tease you whenever he had the opportunity, and this was one that he wasn't going to let pass him by.

Joel knew he was in complete control over you, and he was becoming drunk on power. He wanted so much more of you he couldn't get enough. It was one of his favorite feelings with you.

"Please fuck me harder." Grinding your hips back and forth in an aggressive manner he couldn't help but laugh at how desperate you were becoming.

"What? What was that baby? I couldn't quite hear you over the sound of your wet cunt." His words had you squeezing around his cock just wanting nothing more than to feel him move. Driving you wild with lust at how provocative he could talk to you sometimes. "Come on, use that pretty mouth and tell me."

Running his hands up and down your body as he waited for your response. His fingertips felt like fire running across your skin, the sweat just dripping down your back. Almost like you were in a sauna just soaking in the heat.

"Fuck me harder please Joel." The air in the truck was so thick you almost couldn't breathe for a second. Your mouth was becoming so dry you could've chugged a bottle of water. The windows in the truck were fogging up nobody would be able to see the two of you engaging in adult activities.

Joel was pounding into you relentlessly and with no mercy. Nails digging into the headrest behind him scratching along the leather. His firm grip on your hips as your body aligned perfectly with his. Cries of pleasure escaping past your lips just for him and him alone.

"You fucking like this don't ya?" He demanded with a devilish glint in his eye as he mocked your pleasure. "That fucking pathetic excuse of a man  could never make you feel like this?"

All you could manage was a rapid nod and pathetic moans. A low chuckle rumbling in his throat as he took in your disheveled state knowing exactly how close you were. Well and the fact that your pussy was squeezing him like a python wrapped around its prey was a clear sign.

"Your ass looks so fucking good like this baby." He coos as he looks around you watching you bounce on top of him your cheeks jiggling with each motion only to slap your flesh. The smack is so loud and obscene you good that nobody heard it. Joel didn't seem to care cause he did it over and over again.

"Shit." Your muffled voice curses as the sensation goes all the way down to your toes. "Right there Joel."

Joel could feel you slowing down as you rest your head on his shoulder. Not wasting anymore time he clasped his hands behind your back, and bucked into you violently it made the whole car rock.

"I want to feel that creamy cunt cum around my cock." Crying out as you gripped onto Joel's body like your life depended on it. Toes curling as your whole body shook into a crumbled mess on top of him. Chest rising and feeling with each trembling breath you took. "That's my good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me."

His lips find yours with a fleeting taste of pure bliss before his sultry voice commands you to surrender to him. Leading you to make a complete mess all over him as you explode with ecstasy.

Stomach trembling with the resounding orgasm you had just experienced. It was so intense and hot you felt like you could pass out any second. Your cunt was puffy and sore from the beating that you just took. Joel couldn't have been more proud of himself right now. A huge smug look on his face as he panted heavily taking in your facial expression.

"Fuck I will never get tired of that feeling." He chuckled his hands running up and down your sides in a soothing and such gentle matter you almost forgot what he just did to you. "Only one I know who can fuck me like that in a truck."

"Shut up." You giggled as you covered your face into his chest feeling slightly embarrassed at his teasing you. His lips finding yours again in a sweeter and tender embrace. Only to be interrupted by hard knocks on the truck.

"When you guys are done fucking your brother is looking for you Joel."

[intoanotherworld23]

The End Of Us

Summary: You and Joel have made the difficult decision to go your own ways, and Joel just wants to spend one more blissful night with you before you leave

Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, unprotected sex, smidge of spanking, dominant Joel, submissive reader, minor edging, sad ending, angst

A/N: Hello my lovelies this one is a little bit longer than what I’ve been writing lately so I hope that you guys enjoy this! Let me know what you think in the comments and reblog so that others can enjoy it as well. It would be greatly appreciated and encouraged. My Pedro pascal tag list is still open so if you wish to be tagged in future writings let me know and I’ll add ya! Thank you all so much! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

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“Just one more night baby, please.” Joel had begged against your lips. “Please just let me have one more night of you.”

You and Joel wanted totally opposite things, and had different visions for the future. Constantly arguing to the point it was becoming toxic to stay with each other. That’s when you both made the difficult decision to go different directions.

You cup his face in your hands as you stare deeply into his eyes. Showing no signs of manipulation or deceit only seeing pure desire and love. Feeling your cold fingers pressed against his heated skin. Holding his breath waiting for your answer. “One more night.”

Watching as Joel stoops, and without hesitating you jump into his arms so he can pick you up. Wrapped around him so tightly almost afraid to let him go. Fearing he would disappear suddenly, and this would all be a dream. Carefully walking up to the bedroom, a somewhat somber feeling in the air.

Joel laying you down softly on the bed as he sucks on your plump lower lip. Dragging it out with his teeth only to let it bob back. Lips then caressing your jawline as his hands massaged your outer thighs. Feeling him press his erection against you causing you to moan.

“I bet you’re just dripping.” His voice low and deep already knowing the truth without even having to look or feel.

Without skipping a beat he lifts your arms up sliding your shirt off and to the side. Looking down to see your erect nipples just waiting to be touched. He was eating you alive with just his gaze alone.

“God I need you so bad.” Mumbling before leaning his head forward to nip at your bud. Dripping onto his hair as he flicked his tongue back and forth.

“Joel please just take my pants off.” He was fully teasing you at this point. Taking in more of you than ever knowing this was going to be the last night.

Emitting a noise in response at the desperation in your voice. Lifting your hips up as he pulled them down your legs leaving you completely exposed. The air hitting the wetness between your legs causing goosebumps to appear on your arms.

“See I knew you would be dripping.” He smirked knowing he was right, and all you could do was just roll your eyes at him.

“Just shut up and fuck me Joel.” Groaning wrapping your legs around him to help ease the ache. Joel knew what he was doing with you he wasn’t a fool. He wanted this last night with you to be explosive and utterly euphoric.

“I would watch how you talk to me baby girl.” He warned you his tone stern and dominant. His arms on either side of your head as he kissed your collarbone tracing his lips up your neck breathing you in. “I’m the best cock that’s ever gonna fuck you.”

Not even waiting for your response he stood up for a brief moment to strip himself of his clothes leaving him naked. Leaning on your elbows as you looked him up and down. Eyes drinking him in as you memorized every detail on his figure.

“Tell me how badly you need me.” Speaking as he grabbed your ankles opening you up to him. He wanted to hear you say it out loud.

“I need you so desperately Joel. You’re all I want. All I ever want.” Your words holding truth and meaning. It wasn’t a lie to just get what you want. “I love you.”

It was the three little words that held a much bigger meaning. He was shocked to hear you say it, and that was all he needed as he hovered over you pushing his cock inside of you feeling as he stretched you around him. Gasping your mouth wide open as he just watched your face.

“Fuck you’re so big.” Your hands gripping onto his waist holding him there feeling him deeply already clenching your cunt around him. Joel just leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours just loving the feeling of you, and not wanting to move.

“Keep your eyes on me baby girl.” He directed you wanting your entire focus on him. Joel was never shy when it came to intimacy. “Keep them on me or I stop.”

“Mhm.” Wiggling your hips wanting nothing more than him to move.

Joel pulling his hips back his cock slipping very easily just enough before he pushed forward again. Snapping his hips back and forth creating a steady rhythm. Hands gripping his arms as whimpers left your mouth. Wanting to just close your eyes so badly, but knowing Joel would stop, and this feeling would be gone so quickly.

“That’s a good girl. Taking me so good.” He praised as he briefly looked down as your walls swallowed him whole. It was a sight to see.

The sounds of your wetness were echoing in the room it was overwhelming your senses. Your entire being was just a mass of tingles, heat, and want. Just wanting to look down and watch as his cock abused your hole. Keeping your eyes on him as you noticed his face turning redder by the minute, and sweat dripping down his forehead.

“You feel so good, you feel so fucking good.” Groaning as he gritted his teeth trying to hold on for as long as he could.

Senseless sounds were tumbling out of you, the pleasure coursing through your veins. Whenever you and Joel would fuck it felt like you were floating in the clouds. Never wanting to come back down. Nothing compares to the way he makes you feel when he’s inside of you, and caressing your skin. Nothing else.

“I wanna cum in you.” There’s a desperation that instills within him, wanting to get to the finish. “Please I wanna cum in you so badly.”

“Yes, please, yes.” With no hesitation as you tightly wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in even closer.

A hand slithering down your lower stomach between your bodies so he can rub your clit in harsh circles. Crying out at the overwhelming sensitivity as your nails dug into his skin. Your eyes tearing up your body felt like it was going to explode.

“I’m close.” Warning him and he responded by flipping your bodies so smoothly so you were now on top, his cock never slipping out.

“Ride me baby girl.” Hands gripping your hips as you moved your body back and forth your hands pressed against his chest using him as leverage. “Fuck just like that.”

Rocking the entire bed the headboard knocking against the wall with your aggressive motions. Joel loved watching as you took control so desperate to chasing your own high. Hands coming down on your ass as a form of motivation to keep going. Your thighs burning already from this position.

“Look at me when you cum.” He tells you your brows upturn, whining in frustration. His thumb returning to your puffy clit rubbing fast circles.

“Oh god I’m cumming.” Feeling the dam break as your walls flutter around him from the stimulation. Throwing your head back as you felt your entire body trembling from the mind blowing orgasm, feeling the heat around your body overflowing with pleasure.

“Fuck.” Joel holding you in place as your cunt instinctually clenched around him. His cock twitching inside of you his own release just right there. Euphoria finally conquering him, and it makes effective work, hot spurts of him warm seed coating your insides.

Fighting to keep your eyes open as fatigue rushed through your body. Arms and legs feeling like noodles thankful Joel was holding you up otherwise you would have collapsed on top of him. Rubbing soothing circles on your thighs in comfort as he eased you through the last of your orgasm.

“Come here.” Patting his chest signaling to lay down. Slowly placing your head on his sweaty chest placing your ear over his heart listening to his rapid heart beat. Keeping his cock inside of you not wanting him to leave.

There was a sudden shift in the air. Feeling melancholy that this was the last time you and Joel were ever going to see each other. Joel pressing his lips on the top of your head it had you smiling.

“God I hate this.” Mumbling against his skin breaking the deafening silence. Your body frozen not wanting to move because then it would become real.

“I wish there was a different way, but we’ve already been lying to ourselves long enough.” Joel was being stronger for you knowing if he wasn’t you both would keep running in circles, and having the same conversations over and over.

If only you and Joel had met at a different time in your lives this discussion wouldn’t be happening. It was just both your luck you had to meet when the virus already broke out. You could see a beautiful life with Joel.

“I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.” His voice cracking as he tried to hold back the tears. It broke your heart to see him vulnerable like this.

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Kissing his chest a hand reaching up to rub the back of your head. A tear rolling down your cheek. This was going to be so much harder than what you thought.

“Who knows,” looking up at him your bottom lip trembling. “Maybe we’ll see each other again.”

Closing your eyes as the tears were starting fully stream down your face. You and him both knew better than that. Neither one of you were likely to see each other again. Of course, Joel wanted to make you feel better about the situation. Embracing you as he held you in his arms so tightly it actually started to hurt.

“Yeah, who knows.” Sniffling as you pathetically attempted to sound optimistic, but Joel saw right through you.

“I love you so much.” Staring deep into your eyes as he placed a kiss on your lips knowing it was the last time you were ever going to feel those soft lips on yours.

[intoanotherworld23]

Our Little Secret

Summary: Joel Miller is your best friends dad, and the two of you can’t hold back the desire for each other anymore so you both act on it

Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, unprotected sex, age gap, bfdJoel, best friends dad Joel, dominant Joel, submissive reader, oral female receiving, smidge of spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

A/N: Hello my lovelies I hope that you guys enjoy this one since season two of The Last Of Us is coming up soon so I can’t wait for all the writers to go crazy and for my blog to be filled with fanfiction for him. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated and encouraged. My Pedro pascal/characters tag list is always open so please don’t hesitate to ask! Thank you all again so much and enjoy! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

Tag list for Pedro Pascal: @pedrohoe04 @k-k0129 @livingdeadmaria @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @milly-louise @kittenlittle24 @trisaratops-mcgee @subconsciouscollapse @hooked-on-penapascal27 @red-red-rogue @fellinfromthetop @drewharrisonwriter @vickie5446 @millerfan @lover-of-books-and-tea @bbyanarchist @justajoelsreader

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"I’m so close Joel." You whine feeling your entire body burning with the very overwhelming sensation of Joel sinking deeply inside of you. His hands grip tighter on your waist as he lifts your hips up pulling out just enough before slamming you back down.

"Oh my god." The sudden movement makes your body jolt against his as you bury your face in his neck unable to look into his intense eyes. Hearing a chuckle next to your ear at your reaction.

"No no no sweetheart I want you to look at me." Gripping the back of your neck pulling your head back so you were directly in front of his face. "I wanna watch your face as you cum."

Letting out a shaky moan as you gazed into his eyes, gripping his shoulders to keep your body stable as you lowered yourself onto him over and over. His hold on your waist disappears as they trail down your stomach, his thumb reaching your clit rubbing rapid harsh circles.

"J-Joel," crying out your vision blurry at this extreme sensation. Tightening his grip on your neck making sure to keep your gaze focused on him.

"I know baby I know." His tone softer and almost mocking as he saw the tears in your eyes. "Fucking your best friend's dad must be so overwhelming."

His thrusts getting more and more aggressive as you feel his cock twitching inside of you. The thought of your best friend catching or hearing what was going on had your cheeks getting hot. Part of you feeling slightly guilty, only then to remind yourself how deliciously he was stretching you at.

"Seeing you ride her father's cock like a whore."Moaning louder at his words causing him to smirk up at you.

"That what you want sweetheart? Your best friend catching you fucking her dad?" Cocking his head to the side already knowing the answer to that question. He just wanted to hear you say it.

"Yes oh god yes." Back arching unable to hold back the words any longer. Your entire body shuddering as your second orgasm hit you quicker than the last one. Nails scratching along his skin, his eyes never leaving yours. Loving the look of absolute pleasure on your face.

"Fuck sweetheart squeeze my cock with that tight cunt." His body twists as your walls clench around him, a guttural moan leaving his lips. A sudden warmth spilling inside of you with his thick ropes of cum.

Leaning his head forward pressing it against your shoulder leaving soft and delicate kisses on your sweaty skin. Heart beating so rapidly you knew he could hear it. A soft smile curls on his lips as he was still trying to catch his breath.

"Joel wait." Groaning as he started to move his body to lay down your body towering over his as he moved your body up so your cunt was now hovering above his face. Knowing exactly what he wanted you to do. "Joel, please I can't."

"Yes you can sweetheart. Just one more time for me. Be a good girl for me like I know you are." A hand coming down on your cheeks causing you to jump. Joel licking his lips as he looked directly at the wetness between your legs. "Let me taste you."

Nodding to his consent as he grinned excitedly, but you started to really doubt what he was wanting never having done anything like this before. His thick hands holding onto your hips, and guiding you to sit on his face. His tongue right up against your cunt. A heat rising to your cheeks being in such a vulnerable position.

"That feels so good." Hips grinding softly against his face the scruff of his beard tickling your thighs.

His tongue working furiously inside of you like he was trying to lick you clean. Gasps and whines pouring out of your mouth as your hands reached down to grip his hair. Joel's thumbs rubbing soothing circles along your skin in comfort. His nose brushing against your clit only driving you crazier.

"Sweeter than I could’ve ever imagined." His voice muffled as he spoke saying more to himself than to you. Nevertheless you still heard him.

"Oh fuck." Your orgasm was swiftly approaching your entire body felt like it was on fire. Watching Joel lapping furiously at your cunt like he was some starved animal. Looking up to look at the expression on your face loving that he was responsible for your pleasure. It made him feel like he had unlimited power.

"Oh my god I'm right there." Was all he needed to hear before he started sucking on your puffy clit desperately.

"Let go sweetheart." He encouraged as he started to suck on your clit. Holding you down refusing to let you go, and he just keeps going. It was everything that you never knew you needed. Throwing your head back as a cry of pleasure left your lips, and your thighs squeezing the sides of his head.

Listening as his tongue lapped at your juices, your legs still shaking as he eased you through another orgasm. Hands gripping your hips to help lift you up so he could slide out from underneath you. Sitting up right keeping you on his lap. Watching in amazement as he wiped his beard that was covered in your arousal.

“Next time I think I’m gonna have you call me daddy.”

[intoanotherworld23]

The End Of Us

Summary: You and Joel have made the difficult decision to go your own ways, and Joel just wants to spend one more blissful night with you before you leave

Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, unprotected sex, smidge of spanking, dominant Joel, submissive reader, minor edging, sad ending, angst

A/N: Hello my lovelies this one is a little bit longer than what I’ve been writing lately so I hope that you guys enjoy this! Let me know what you think in the comments and reblog so that others can enjoy it as well. It would be greatly appreciated and encouraged. My Pedro pascal tag list is still open so if you wish to be tagged in future writings let me know and I’ll add ya! Thank you all so much! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

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“Just one more night baby, please.” Joel had begged against your lips. “Please just let me have one more night of you.”

You and Joel wanted totally opposite things, and had different visions for the future. Constantly arguing to the point it was becoming toxic to stay with each other. That’s when you both made the difficult decision to go different directions.

You cup his face in your hands as you stare deeply into his eyes. Showing no signs of manipulation or deceit only seeing pure desire and love. Feeling your cold fingers pressed against his heated skin. Holding his breath waiting for your answer. “One more night.”

Watching as Joel stoops, and without hesitating you jump into his arms so he can pick you up. Wrapped around him so tightly almost afraid to let him go. Fearing he would disappear suddenly, and this would all be a dream. Carefully walking up to the bedroom, a somewhat somber feeling in the air.

Joel laying you down softly on the bed as he sucks on your plump lower lip. Dragging it out with his teeth only to let it bob back. Lips then caressing your jawline as his hands massaged your outer thighs. Feeling him press his erection against you causing you to moan.

“I bet you’re just dripping.” His voice low and deep already knowing the truth without even having to look or feel.

Without skipping a beat he lifts your arms up sliding your shirt off and to the side. Looking down to see your erect nipples just waiting to be touched. He was eating you alive with just his gaze alone.

“God I need you so bad.” Mumbling before leaning his head forward to nip at your bud. Dripping onto his hair as he flicked his tongue back and forth.

“Joel please just take my pants off.” He was fully teasing you at this point. Taking in more of you than ever knowing this was going to be the last night.

Emitting a noise in response at the desperation in your voice. Lifting your hips up as he pulled them down your legs leaving you completely exposed. The air hitting the wetness between your legs causing goosebumps to appear on your arms.

“See I knew you would be dripping.” He smirked knowing he was right, and all you could do was just roll your eyes at him.

“Just shut up and fuck me Joel.” Groaning wrapping your legs around him to help ease the ache. Joel knew what he was doing with you he wasn’t a fool. He wanted this last night with you to be explosive and utterly euphoric.

“I would watch how you talk to me baby girl.” He warned you his tone stern and dominant. His arms on either side of your head as he kissed your collarbone tracing his lips up your neck breathing you in. “I’m the best cock that’s ever gonna fuck you.”

Not even waiting for your response he stood up for a brief moment to strip himself of his clothes leaving him naked. Leaning on your elbows as you looked him up and down. Eyes drinking him in as you memorized every detail on his figure.

“Tell me how badly you need me.” Speaking as he grabbed your ankles opening you up to him. He wanted to hear you say it out loud.

“I need you so desperately Joel. You’re all I want. All I ever want.” Your words holding truth and meaning. It wasn’t a lie to just get what you want. “I love you.”

It was the three little words that held a much bigger meaning. He was shocked to hear you say it, and that was all he needed as he hovered over you pushing his cock inside of you feeling as he stretched you around him. Gasping your mouth wide open as he just watched your face.

“Fuck you’re so big.” Your hands gripping onto his waist holding him there feeling him deeply already clenching your cunt around him. Joel just leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours just loving the feeling of you, and not wanting to move.

“Keep your eyes on me baby girl.” He directed you wanting your entire focus on him. Joel was never shy when it came to intimacy. “Keep them on me or I stop.”

“Mhm.” Wiggling your hips wanting nothing more than him to move.

Joel pulling his hips back his cock slipping very easily just enough before he pushed forward again. Snapping his hips back and forth creating a steady rhythm. Hands gripping his arms as whimpers left your mouth. Wanting to just close your eyes so badly, but knowing Joel would stop, and this feeling would be gone so quickly.

“That’s a good girl. Taking me so good.” He praised as he briefly looked down as your walls swallowed him whole. It was a sight to see.

The sounds of your wetness were echoing in the room it was overwhelming your senses. Your entire being was just a mass of tingles, heat, and want. Just wanting to look down and watch as his cock abused your hole. Keeping your eyes on him as you noticed his face turning redder by the minute, and sweat dripping down his forehead.

“You feel so good, you feel so fucking good.” Groaning as he gritted his teeth trying to hold on for as long as he could.

Senseless sounds were tumbling out of you, the pleasure coursing through your veins. Whenever you and Joel would fuck it felt like you were floating in the clouds. Never wanting to come back down. Nothing compares to the way he makes you feel when he’s inside of you, and caressing your skin. Nothing else.

“I wanna cum in you.” There’s a desperation that instills within him, wanting to get to the finish. “Please I wanna cum in you so badly.”

“Yes, please, yes.” With no hesitation as you tightly wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in even closer.

A hand slithering down your lower stomach between your bodies so he can rub your clit in harsh circles. Crying out at the overwhelming sensitivity as your nails dug into his skin. Your eyes tearing up your body felt like it was going to explode.

“I’m close.” Warning him and he responded by flipping your bodies so smoothly so you were now on top, his cock never slipping out.

“Ride me baby girl.” Hands gripping your hips as you moved your body back and forth your hands pressed against his chest using him as leverage. “Fuck just like that.”

Rocking the entire bed the headboard knocking against the wall with your aggressive motions. Joel loved watching as you took control so desperate to chasing your own high. Hands coming down on your ass as a form of motivation to keep going. Your thighs burning already from this position.

“Look at me when you cum.” He tells you your brows upturn, whining in frustration. His thumb returning to your puffy clit rubbing fast circles.

“Oh god I’m cumming.” Feeling the dam break as your walls flutter around him from the stimulation. Throwing your head back as you felt your entire body trembling from the mind blowing orgasm, feeling the heat around your body overflowing with pleasure.

“Fuck.” Joel holding you in place as your cunt instinctually clenched around him. His cock twitching inside of you his own release just right there. Euphoria finally conquering him, and it makes effective work, hot spurts of him warm seed coating your insides.

Fighting to keep your eyes open as fatigue rushed through your body. Arms and legs feeling like noodles thankful Joel was holding you up otherwise you would have collapsed on top of him. Rubbing soothing circles on your thighs in comfort as he eased you through the last of your orgasm.

“Come here.” Patting his chest signaling to lay down. Slowly placing your head on his sweaty chest placing your ear over his heart listening to his rapid heart beat. Keeping his cock inside of you not wanting him to leave.

There was a sudden shift in the air. Feeling melancholy that this was the last time you and Joel were ever going to see each other. Joel pressing his lips on the top of your head it had you smiling.

“God I hate this.” Mumbling against his skin breaking the deafening silence. Your body frozen not wanting to move because then it would become real.

“I wish there was a different way, but we’ve already been lying to ourselves long enough.” Joel was being stronger for you knowing if he wasn’t you both would keep running in circles, and having the same conversations over and over.

If only you and Joel had met at a different time in your lives this discussion wouldn’t be happening. It was just both your luck you had to meet when the virus already broke out. You could see a beautiful life with Joel.

“I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.” His voice cracking as he tried to hold back the tears. It broke your heart to see him vulnerable like this.

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Kissing his chest a hand reaching up to rub the back of your head. A tear rolling down your cheek. This was going to be so much harder than what you thought.

“Who knows,” looking up at him your bottom lip trembling. “Maybe we’ll see each other again.”

Closing your eyes as the tears were starting fully stream down your face. You and him both knew better than that. Neither one of you were likely to see each other again. Of course, Joel wanted to make you feel better about the situation. Embracing you as he held you in his arms so tightly it actually started to hurt.

“Yeah, who knows.” Sniffling as you pathetically attempted to sound optimistic, but Joel saw right through you.

“I love you so much.” Staring deep into your eyes as he placed a kiss on your lips knowing it was the last time you were ever going to feel those soft lips on yours.

[intoanotherworld23]

The End Of Us

Summary: You and Joel have made the difficult decision to go your own ways, and Joel just wants to spend one more blissful night with you before you leave

Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, unprotected sex, smidge of spanking, dominant Joel, submissive reader, minor edging, sad ending, angst

A/N: Hello my lovelies this one is a little bit longer than what I’ve been writing lately so I hope that you guys enjoy this! Let me know what you think in the comments and reblog so that others can enjoy it as well. It would be greatly appreciated and encouraged. My Pedro pascal tag list is still open so if you wish to be tagged in future writings let me know and I’ll add ya! Thank you all so much! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

Tag list for Pedro Pascal: @pedrohoe04 @k-k0129 @livingdeadmaria @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @milly-louise @kittenlittle24 @trisaratops-mcgee @subconsciouscollapse @hooked-on-penapascal27 @red-red-rogue @fellinfromthetop @drewharrisonwriter @vickie5446 @millerfan @lover-of-books-and-tea @bbyanarchist @justajoelsreader

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“Just one more night baby, please.” Joel had begged against your lips. “Please just let me have one more night of you.”

You and Joel wanted totally opposite things, and had different visions for the future. Constantly arguing to the point it was becoming toxic to stay with each other. That’s when you both made the difficult decision to go different directions.

You cup his face in your hands as you stare deeply into his eyes. Showing no signs of manipulation or deceit only seeing pure desire and love. Feeling your cold fingers pressed against his heated skin. Holding his breath waiting for your answer. “One more night.”

Watching as Joel stoops, and without hesitating you jump into his arms so he can pick you up. Wrapped around him so tightly almost afraid to let him go. Fearing he would disappear suddenly, and this would all be a dream. Carefully walking up to the bedroom, a somewhat somber feeling in the air.

Joel laying you down softly on the bed as he sucks on your plump lower lip. Dragging it out with his teeth only to let it bob back. Lips then caressing your jawline as his hands massaged your outer thighs. Feeling him press his erection against you causing you to moan.

“I bet you’re just dripping.” His voice low and deep already knowing the truth without even having to look or feel.

Without skipping a beat he lifts your arms up sliding your shirt off and to the side. Looking down to see your erect nipples just waiting to be touched. He was eating you alive with just his gaze alone.

“God I need you so bad.” Mumbling before leaning his head forward to nip at your bud. Dripping onto his hair as he flicked his tongue back and forth.

“Joel please just take my pants off.” He was fully teasing you at this point. Taking in more of you than ever knowing this was going to be the last night.

Emitting a noise in response at the desperation in your voice. Lifting your hips up as he pulled them down your legs leaving you completely exposed. The air hitting the wetness between your legs causing goosebumps to appear on your arms.

“See I knew you would be dripping.” He smirked knowing he was right, and all you could do was just roll your eyes at him.

“Just shut up and fuck me Joel.” Groaning wrapping your legs around him to help ease the ache. Joel knew what he was doing with you he wasn’t a fool. He wanted this last night with you to be explosive and utterly euphoric.

“I would watch how you talk to me baby girl.” He warned you his tone stern and dominant. His arms on either side of your head as he kissed your collarbone tracing his lips up your neck breathing you in. “I’m the best cock that’s ever gonna fuck you.”

Not even waiting for your response he stood up for a brief moment to strip himself of his clothes leaving him naked. Leaning on your elbows as you looked him up and down. Eyes drinking him in as you memorized every detail on his figure.

“Tell me how badly you need me.” Speaking as he grabbed your ankles opening you up to him. He wanted to hear you say it out loud.

“I need you so desperately Joel. You’re all I want. All I ever want.” Your words holding truth and meaning. It wasn’t a lie to just get what you want. “I love you.”

It was the three little words that held a much bigger meaning. He was shocked to hear you say it, and that was all he needed as he hovered over you pushing his cock inside of you feeling as he stretched you around him. Gasping your mouth wide open as he just watched your face.

“Fuck you’re so big.” Your hands gripping onto his waist holding him there feeling him deeply already clenching your cunt around him. Joel just leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours just loving the feeling of you, and not wanting to move.

“Keep your eyes on me baby girl.” He directed you wanting your entire focus on him. Joel was never shy when it came to intimacy. “Keep them on me or I stop.”

“Mhm.” Wiggling your hips wanting nothing more than him to move.

Joel pulling his hips back his cock slipping very easily just enough before he pushed forward again. Snapping his hips back and forth creating a steady rhythm. Hands gripping his arms as whimpers left your mouth. Wanting to just close your eyes so badly, but knowing Joel would stop, and this feeling would be gone so quickly.

“That’s a good girl. Taking me so good.” He praised as he briefly looked down as your walls swallowed him whole. It was a sight to see.

The sounds of your wetness were echoing in the room it was overwhelming your senses. Your entire being was just a mass of tingles, heat, and want. Just wanting to look down and watch as his cock abused your hole. Keeping your eyes on him as you noticed his face turning redder by the minute, and sweat dripping down his forehead.

“You feel so good, you feel so fucking good.” Groaning as he gritted his teeth trying to hold on for as long as he could.

Senseless sounds were tumbling out of you, the pleasure coursing through your veins. Whenever you and Joel would fuck it felt like you were floating in the clouds. Never wanting to come back down. Nothing compares to the way he makes you feel when he’s inside of you, and caressing your skin. Nothing else.

“I wanna cum in you.” There’s a desperation that instills within him, wanting to get to the finish. “Please I wanna cum in you so badly.”

“Yes, please, yes.” With no hesitation as you tightly wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in even closer.

A hand slithering down your lower stomach between your bodies so he can rub your clit in harsh circles. Crying out at the overwhelming sensitivity as your nails dug into his skin. Your eyes tearing up your body felt like it was going to explode.

“I’m close.” Warning him and he responded by flipping your bodies so smoothly so you were now on top, his cock never slipping out.

“Ride me baby girl.” Hands gripping your hips as you moved your body back and forth your hands pressed against his chest using him as leverage. “Fuck just like that.”

Rocking the entire bed the headboard knocking against the wall with your aggressive motions. Joel loved watching as you took control so desperate to chasing your own high. Hands coming down on your ass as a form of motivation to keep going. Your thighs burning already from this position.

“Look at me when you cum.” He tells you your brows upturn, whining in frustration. His thumb returning to your puffy clit rubbing fast circles.

“Oh god I’m cumming.” Feeling the dam break as your walls flutter around him from the stimulation. Throwing your head back as you felt your entire body trembling from the mind blowing orgasm, feeling the heat around your body overflowing with pleasure.

“Fuck.” Joel holding you in place as your cunt instinctually clenched around him. His cock twitching inside of you his own release just right there. Euphoria finally conquering him, and it makes effective work, hot spurts of him warm seed coating your insides.

Fighting to keep your eyes open as fatigue rushed through your body. Arms and legs feeling like noodles thankful Joel was holding you up otherwise you would have collapsed on top of him. Rubbing soothing circles on your thighs in comfort as he eased you through the last of your orgasm.

“Come here.” Patting his chest signaling to lay down. Slowly placing your head on his sweaty chest placing your ear over his heart listening to his rapid heart beat. Keeping his cock inside of you not wanting him to leave.

There was a sudden shift in the air. Feeling melancholy that this was the last time you and Joel were ever going to see each other. Joel pressing his lips on the top of your head it had you smiling.

“God I hate this.” Mumbling against his skin breaking the deafening silence. Your body frozen not wanting to move because then it would become real.

“I wish there was a different way, but we’ve already been lying to ourselves long enough.” Joel was being stronger for you knowing if he wasn’t you both would keep running in circles, and having the same conversations over and over.

If only you and Joel had met at a different time in your lives this discussion wouldn’t be happening. It was just both your luck you had to meet when the virus already broke out. You could see a beautiful life with Joel.

“I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.” His voice cracking as he tried to hold back the tears. It broke your heart to see him vulnerable like this.

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Kissing his chest a hand reaching up to rub the back of your head. A tear rolling down your cheek. This was going to be so much harder than what you thought.

“Who knows,” looking up at him your bottom lip trembling. “Maybe we’ll see each other again.”

Closing your eyes as the tears were starting fully stream down your face. You and him both knew better than that. Neither one of you were likely to see each other again. Of course, Joel wanted to make you feel better about the situation. Embracing you as he held you in his arms so tightly it actually started to hurt.

“Yeah, who knows.” Sniffling as you pathetically attempted to sound optimistic, but Joel saw right through you.

“I love you so much.” Staring deep into your eyes as he placed a kiss on your lips knowing it was the last time you were ever going to feel those soft lips on yours.

[intoanotherworld23]

Our Little Secret

Summary: Joel Miller is your best friends dad, and the two of you can’t hold back the desire for each other anymore so you both act on it

Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, unprotected sex, age gap, bfdJoel, best friends dad Joel, dominant Joel, submissive reader, oral female receiving, smidge of spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

A/N: Hello my lovelies I hope that you guys enjoy this one since season two of The Last Of Us is coming up soon so I can’t wait for all the writers to go crazy and for my blog to be filled with fanfiction for him. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated and encouraged. My Pedro pascal/characters tag list is always open so please don’t hesitate to ask! Thank you all again so much and enjoy! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

Tag list for Pedro Pascal: @pedrohoe04 @k-k0129 @livingdeadmaria @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @milly-louise @kittenlittle24 @trisaratops-mcgee @subconsciouscollapse @hooked-on-penapascal27 @red-red-rogue @fellinfromthetop @drewharrisonwriter @vickie5446 @millerfan @lover-of-books-and-tea @bbyanarchist @justajoelsreader

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"I’m so close Joel." You whine feeling your entire body burning with the very overwhelming sensation of Joel sinking deeply inside of you. His hands grip tighter on your waist as he lifts your hips up pulling out just enough before slamming you back down.

"Oh my god." The sudden movement makes your body jolt against his as you bury your face in his neck unable to look into his intense eyes. Hearing a chuckle next to your ear at your reaction.

"No no no sweetheart I want you to look at me." Gripping the back of your neck pulling your head back so you were directly in front of his face. "I wanna watch your face as you cum."

Letting out a shaky moan as you gazed into his eyes, gripping his shoulders to keep your body stable as you lowered yourself onto him over and over. His hold on your waist disappears as they trail down your stomach, his thumb reaching your clit rubbing rapid harsh circles.

"J-Joel," crying out your vision blurry at this extreme sensation. Tightening his grip on your neck making sure to keep your gaze focused on him.

"I know baby I know." His tone softer and almost mocking as he saw the tears in your eyes. "Fucking your best friend's dad must be so overwhelming."

His thrusts getting more and more aggressive as you feel his cock twitching inside of you. The thought of your best friend catching or hearing what was going on had your cheeks getting hot. Part of you feeling slightly guilty, only then to remind yourself how deliciously he was stretching you at.

"Seeing you ride her father's cock like a whore."Moaning louder at his words causing him to smirk up at you.

"That what you want sweetheart? Your best friend catching you fucking her dad?" Cocking his head to the side already knowing the answer to that question. He just wanted to hear you say it.

"Yes oh god yes." Back arching unable to hold back the words any longer. Your entire body shuddering as your second orgasm hit you quicker than the last one. Nails scratching along his skin, his eyes never leaving yours. Loving the look of absolute pleasure on your face.

"Fuck sweetheart squeeze my cock with that tight cunt." His body twists as your walls clench around him, a guttural moan leaving his lips. A sudden warmth spilling inside of you with his thick ropes of cum.

Leaning his head forward pressing it against your shoulder leaving soft and delicate kisses on your sweaty skin. Heart beating so rapidly you knew he could hear it. A soft smile curls on his lips as he was still trying to catch his breath.

"Joel wait." Groaning as he started to move his body to lay down your body towering over his as he moved your body up so your cunt was now hovering above his face. Knowing exactly what he wanted you to do. "Joel, please I can't."

"Yes you can sweetheart. Just one more time for me. Be a good girl for me like I know you are." A hand coming down on your cheeks causing you to jump. Joel licking his lips as he looked directly at the wetness between your legs. "Let me taste you."

Nodding to his consent as he grinned excitedly, but you started to really doubt what he was wanting never having done anything like this before. His thick hands holding onto your hips, and guiding you to sit on his face. His tongue right up against your cunt. A heat rising to your cheeks being in such a vulnerable position.

"That feels so good." Hips grinding softly against his face the scruff of his beard tickling your thighs.

His tongue working furiously inside of you like he was trying to lick you clean. Gasps and whines pouring out of your mouth as your hands reached down to grip his hair. Joel's thumbs rubbing soothing circles along your skin in comfort. His nose brushing against your clit only driving you crazier.

"Sweeter than I could’ve ever imagined." His voice muffled as he spoke saying more to himself than to you. Nevertheless you still heard him.

"Oh fuck." Your orgasm was swiftly approaching your entire body felt like it was on fire. Watching Joel lapping furiously at your cunt like he was some starved animal. Looking up to look at the expression on your face loving that he was responsible for your pleasure. It made him feel like he had unlimited power.

"Oh my god I'm right there." Was all he needed to hear before he started sucking on your puffy clit desperately.

"Let go sweetheart." He encouraged as he started to suck on your clit. Holding you down refusing to let you go, and he just keeps going. It was everything that you never knew you needed. Throwing your head back as a cry of pleasure left your lips, and your thighs squeezing the sides of his head.

Listening as his tongue lapped at your juices, your legs still shaking as he eased you through another orgasm. Hands gripping your hips to help lift you up so he could slide out from underneath you. Sitting up right keeping you on his lap. Watching in amazement as he wiped his beard that was covered in your arousal.

“Next time I think I’m gonna have you call me daddy.”

[intoanotherworld23]

Our Little Secret

Summary: Joel Miller is your best friends dad, and the two of you can’t hold back the desire for each other anymore so you both act on it

Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, unprotected sex, age gap, bfdJoel, best friends dad Joel, dominant Joel, submissive reader, oral female receiving, smidge of spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

A/N: Hello my lovelies I hope that you guys enjoy this one since season two of The Last Of Us is coming up soon so I can’t wait for all the writers to go crazy and for my blog to be filled with fanfiction for him. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated and encouraged. My Pedro pascal/characters tag list is always open so please don’t hesitate to ask! Thank you all again so much and enjoy! XOXO

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"I’m so close Joel." You whine feeling your entire body burning with the very overwhelming sensation of Joel sinking deeply inside of you. His hands grip tighter on your waist as he lifts your hips up pulling out just enough before slamming you back down.

"Oh my god." The sudden movement makes your body jolt against his as you bury your face in his neck unable to look into his intense eyes. Hearing a chuckle next to your ear at your reaction.

"No no no sweetheart I want you to look at me." Gripping the back of your neck pulling your head back so you were directly in front of his face. "I wanna watch your face as you cum."

Letting out a shaky moan as you gazed into his eyes, gripping his shoulders to keep your body stable as you lowered yourself onto him over and over. His hold on your waist disappears as they trail down your stomach, his thumb reaching your clit rubbing rapid harsh circles.

"J-Joel," crying out your vision blurry at this extreme sensation. Tightening his grip on your neck making sure to keep your gaze focused on him.

"I know baby I know." His tone softer and almost mocking as he saw the tears in your eyes. "Fucking your best friend's dad must be so overwhelming."

His thrusts getting more and more aggressive as you feel his cock twitching inside of you. The thought of your best friend catching or hearing what was going on had your cheeks getting hot. Part of you feeling slightly guilty, only then to remind yourself how deliciously he was stretching you at.

"Seeing you ride her father's cock like a whore."Moaning louder at his words causing him to smirk up at you.

"That what you want sweetheart? Your best friend catching you fucking her dad?" Cocking his head to the side already knowing the answer to that question. He just wanted to hear you say it.

"Yes oh god yes." Back arching unable to hold back the words any longer. Your entire body shuddering as your second orgasm hit you quicker than the last one. Nails scratching along his skin, his eyes never leaving yours. Loving the look of absolute pleasure on your face.

"Fuck sweetheart squeeze my cock with that tight cunt." His body twists as your walls clench around him, a guttural moan leaving his lips. A sudden warmth spilling inside of you with his thick ropes of cum.

Leaning his head forward pressing it against your shoulder leaving soft and delicate kisses on your sweaty skin. Heart beating so rapidly you knew he could hear it. A soft smile curls on his lips as he was still trying to catch his breath.

"Joel wait." Groaning as he started to move his body to lay down your body towering over his as he moved your body up so your cunt was now hovering above his face. Knowing exactly what he wanted you to do. "Joel, please I can't."

"Yes you can sweetheart. Just one more time for me. Be a good girl for me like I know you are." A hand coming down on your cheeks causing you to jump. Joel licking his lips as he looked directly at the wetness between your legs. "Let me taste you."

Nodding to his consent as he grinned excitedly, but you started to really doubt what he was wanting never having done anything like this before. His thick hands holding onto your hips, and guiding you to sit on his face. His tongue right up against your cunt. A heat rising to your cheeks being in such a vulnerable position.

"That feels so good." Hips grinding softly against his face the scruff of his beard tickling your thighs.

His tongue working furiously inside of you like he was trying to lick you clean. Gasps and whines pouring out of your mouth as your hands reached down to grip his hair. Joel's thumbs rubbing soothing circles along your skin in comfort. His nose brushing against your clit only driving you crazier.

"Sweeter than I could’ve ever imagined." His voice muffled as he spoke saying more to himself than to you. Nevertheless you still heard him.

"Oh fuck." Your orgasm was swiftly approaching your entire body felt like it was on fire. Watching Joel lapping furiously at your cunt like he was some starved animal. Looking up to look at the expression on your face loving that he was responsible for your pleasure. It made him feel like he had unlimited power.

"Oh my god I'm right there." Was all he needed to hear before he started sucking on your puffy clit desperately.

"Let go sweetheart." He encouraged as he started to suck on your clit. Holding you down refusing to let you go, and he just keeps going. It was everything that you never knew you needed. Throwing your head back as a cry of pleasure left your lips, and your thighs squeezing the sides of his head.

Listening as his tongue lapped at your juices, your legs still shaking as he eased you through another orgasm. Hands gripping your hips to help lift you up so he could slide out from underneath you. Sitting up right keeping you on his lap. Watching in amazement as he wiped his beard that was covered in your arousal.

“Next time I think I’m gonna have you call me daddy.”

[intoanotherworld23]

Our Secret Of Rome

Summary: You and general Marcus can’t hold back both your desire for one another, only problem is you’re the fiancé of emperor Geta

Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, unprotected sex, cheating, reader having an affair with Marcus, mention of death and execution, submissive reader, dominant Marcus

A/N: hello my lovelies I hope that you enjoyed this one and if you did be sure to reblog so others may enjoy and leave comments I would greatly appreciate it! If you wish to be added to my Pedro tag list let me know and I’ll be more than happy to add you! Thanks everyone again for your continued support! XOXO

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“Marcus someone could see us.” Whispering as he had you pinned your naked body up against the stone wall your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His large hands keeping a grip on the fat flesh of your cheeks.

“By the gods I do not care.” Growling as he lifted your hips before slamming you down on his length. A sharp gasp slipping past your lips as you bit down on his shoulder to quiet your cries. “No no my love let them hear you.”

“Marcus.” Pleading with him to stop now before you both get in trouble, but also wanting so desperately to scream his name so everyone throughout the whole of Rome could hear. Only problem is you are emperor Geta’s fiancé.

“I only wish to hear your screams of pleasure.” Rutting his hips up into you the sounds of your flesh smacking against his echoing through your room. Your skin already sticking to his noticing how warm and sweaty he was.

This was wrong all wrong. You both knew the consequences if someone were to catch you both like this. Geta would have both of you executed with no hesitation. It was a major risk to even be in a room alone with another man, but that for some reason didn’t stop either of you.

“Marcus we can’t do this.” Whispering out of breath already keeping your arms wrapped around his neck feeling the burning stretch of his cock started to go away. His touch and voice had you feeling weak that you couldn’t resist him anymore.

“Then why do you keep such a tight grip on me princess?” He mocked you with a smirk as he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck. “Is it because you desire to be fucked by a real man?”

“Yes by the gods yes.” Finally giving in as you felt yourself lifting your hips up slightly to meet his thrusts. Marcus saw immediately what you were going, and all he could do was groan as he turned around and carried you over to the bed. Your back landing on the bed his cock still inside you. Untangling your legs placing them on his shoulders.

“Even the emperor Geta couldn’t fuck you like me.” The new angle was stretching you even more. Not knowing how it was even possible to feel Marcus deeper inside of you. “Not even the gods themselves.”

Proceeding to rut himself roughly inside of you rocking the bed back and forth. Marcus looking down at your face noticing how it twisted and contorted with each thrust. Watching as your breasts bounced licking his lips noticing your erect nipples.

“You look better than the goddess Aphrodite herself.” Leaning forward on his elbows so his face was just inches from yours. Staring deep into your eyes it felt like it was just the two of you.

Drilling into your sweet spot over and over again you felt like you were up in the heavens. Marcus was a man with the mightiest touch. It could bring anyone to their knees. A little surprised that a man like him would want someone like you.

“Marcus please I’m close.” Informing as your body began to quiver a fire erupting in the pit of your stomach. Head tossed back in complete ecstasy unable to hold back anymore.

“Let go I am right here princess.” Marcus wasn’t far behind you either. Just wanting to see the look on your face as you come around him. His deep and seductive voice sending you over the edge. “That’s it my love let yourself go.”

He leaned forward his face pushed down between your neck and shoulder. The scruff of his beard tickling your skin. His lips pressed into the warmth of your flesh. Noticing the hint of rose and lavender coming from your skin soaking it in.

“Oh gods.” Feeling your body coming undone as your orgasm shook your entire core. Toes curling above his head as you closed your eyes, and felt yourself completely succumb to your pleasure. Your battered cunt was stretched and sore from his cock. His hands softly caressing your outer thighs as he stayed still inside of you.

Trying to catch your breath as your chest rose and fell with each breath you took. Your arm laid numbly by your side as your legs continued to slightly tremble. Marcus wanted to stay like this forever, but unfortunately that would be neither one of your fates.

Either this would be the last time you and Marcus could be together, or Geta would find out and have you both executed for treason. He was a cruel and evil man, and didn’t have the love and affection in him that Marcus has.

“I don’t want you to let me go Marcus.” Whispering to him as he lifted himself up to look at your face staring into your glazed over eyes.

“If that is what you desire then I shall never let you go.” Smiling hoping his words would comfort you, but he could still sense the worry on your face.

“You and I both know Geta would have us executed if he was to find out.” The thought of having to watch him die had your heart aching. Lip trembling hating to even say it out loud your eyes watering a tear falling down your cheek.

“Then we shall see each other in the after life.” Wiping the tear away as he held your cheek in the palm of his hand. “Where we can be together again.”

Marcus not waiting for your response as he rolled you both onto your sides facing each other. As he held you in his arms kissing your face until you smiled, and could sense your relief. Not knowing if this was your last night together. Until then he would just hold you as long as he could.

[intoanotherworld23]

Paul Mescal

Updated 2/8/25

One Shots:

His Delicate Flower Of Rome : when Lucius found out you were Marcus Acacius’s daughter he knew he had to have you, and when the opportunity was right he wasn’t holding back

A Royal Throne : There’s no throne more worthy to sit on than Lucius’s face

[intoanotherworld23]

Our Secret Of Rome

Summary: You and general Marcus can’t hold back both your desire for one another, only problem is you’re the fiancé of emperor Geta

Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, unprotected sex, cheating, reader having an affair with Marcus, mention of death and execution, submissive reader, dominant Marcus

A/N: hello my lovelies I hope that you enjoyed this one and if you did be sure to reblog so others may enjoy and leave comments I would greatly appreciate it! If you wish to be added to my Pedro tag list let me know and I’ll be more than happy to add you! Thanks everyone again for your continued support! XOXO

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“Marcus someone could see us.” Whispering as he had you pinned your naked body up against the stone wall your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His large hands keeping a grip on the fat flesh of your cheeks.

“By the gods I do not care.” Growling as he lifted your hips before slamming you down on his length. A sharp gasp slipping past your lips as you bit down on his shoulder to quiet your cries. “No no my love let them hear you.”

“Marcus.” Pleading with him to stop now before you both get in trouble, but also wanting so desperately to scream his name so everyone throughout the whole of Rome could hear. Only problem is you are emperor Geta’s fiancé.

“I only wish to hear your screams of pleasure.” Rutting his hips up into you the sounds of your flesh smacking against his echoing through your room. Your skin already sticking to his noticing how warm and sweaty he was.

This was wrong all wrong. You both knew the consequences if someone were to catch you both like this. Geta would have both of you executed with no hesitation. It was a major risk to even be in a room alone with another man, but that for some reason didn’t stop either of you.

“Marcus we can’t do this.” Whispering out of breath already keeping your arms wrapped around his neck feeling the burning stretch of his cock started to go away. His touch and voice had you feeling weak that you couldn’t resist him anymore.

“Then why do you keep such a tight grip on me princess?” He mocked you with a smirk as he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck. “Is it because you desire to be fucked by a real man?”

“Yes by the gods yes.” Finally giving in as you felt yourself lifting your hips up slightly to meet his thrusts. Marcus saw immediately what you were going, and all he could do was groan as he turned around and carried you over to the bed. Your back landing on the bed his cock still inside you. Untangling your legs placing them on his shoulders.

“Even the emperor Geta couldn’t fuck you like me.” The new angle was stretching you even more. Not knowing how it was even possible to feel Marcus deeper inside of you. “Not even the gods themselves.”

Proceeding to rut himself roughly inside of you rocking the bed back and forth. Marcus looking down at your face noticing how it twisted and contorted with each thrust. Watching as your breasts bounced licking his lips noticing your erect nipples.

“You look better than the goddess Aphrodite herself.” Leaning forward on his elbows so his face was just inches from yours. Staring deep into your eyes it felt like it was just the two of you.

Drilling into your sweet spot over and over again you felt like you were up in the heavens. Marcus was a man with the mightiest touch. It could bring anyone to their knees. A little surprised that a man like him would want someone like you.

“Marcus please I’m close.” Informing as your body began to quiver a fire erupting in the pit of your stomach. Head tossed back in complete ecstasy unable to hold back anymore.

“Let go I am right here princess.” Marcus wasn’t far behind you either. Just wanting to see the look on your face as you come around him. His deep and seductive voice sending you over the edge. “That’s it my love let yourself go.”

He leaned forward his face pushed down between your neck and shoulder. The scruff of his beard tickling your skin. His lips pressed into the warmth of your flesh. Noticing the hint of rose and lavender coming from your skin soaking it in.

“Oh gods.” Feeling your body coming undone as your orgasm shook your entire core. Toes curling above his head as you closed your eyes, and felt yourself completely succumb to your pleasure. Your battered cunt was stretched and sore from his cock. His hands softly caressing your outer thighs as he stayed still inside of you.

Trying to catch your breath as your chest rose and fell with each breath you took. Your arm laid numbly by your side as your legs continued to slightly tremble. Marcus wanted to stay like this forever, but unfortunately that would be neither one of your fates.

Either this would be the last time you and Marcus could be together, or Geta would find out and have you both executed for treason. He was a cruel and evil man, and didn’t have the love and affection in him that Marcus has.

“I don’t want you to let me go Marcus.” Whispering to him as he lifted himself up to look at your face staring into your glazed over eyes.

“If that is what you desire then I shall never let you go.” Smiling hoping his words would comfort you, but he could still sense the worry on your face.

“You and I both know Geta would have us executed if he was to find out.” The thought of having to watch him die had your heart aching. Lip trembling hating to even say it out loud your eyes watering a tear falling down your cheek.

“Then we shall see each other in the after life.” Wiping the tear away as he held your cheek in the palm of his hand. “Where we can be together again.”

Marcus not waiting for your response as he rolled you both onto your sides facing each other. As he held you in his arms kissing your face until you smiled, and could sense your relief. Not knowing if this was your last night together. Until then he would just hold you as long as he could.