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no thoughts just his thighs

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save me, half dead dishevelled Joel. fuck me.

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Took me OUT. 😮‍💨

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PEDRO PASCAL “The Wild Robot” Headline Gala | 68th BFI London Film Festival (October 13, 2024)

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@ pedro pascal daily on X

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Actually crying

i think about this moment and beyond so often.

this earth-shattering grief, how the whole world, despite it currently ending, drops off into blackness for joel right here.

i so often wonder how long he sat there with her. how long he was able to sit there with her. whether he carried her limp and cooling body as far as he could, whether tommy begged him through his own grief to leave her sleeping where she fell, knowing that he couldn't lose another member of his family.

did they get the chance to bury her? is sarah laid in a shallow grave not far from her home, her bones secret to all but her father and uncle and animals who stumble across them over the years?

would joel ever be able to find her again? if he rode out to texas, would he find that sunken ground and know it was his baby girl who rests there? would he be able to look?

or would he search for hours, panic clawing up his throat when he realises he can't find her, maybe can't even remember the exact spot he left her? along with all the other things he has started to forget - the sound of her laugh, the exact pattern of her freckles, her smell when he held her, what colour the bobble in her hair was on the first day of school.

he feels like even more of a failure. he couldn't protect her, couldn't take her place on the other side of earth then, can't remember where he let her slip through his fingers now. the bloody print of her hand on his arm that he could not wash off, the watch he has worn every day for the twenty years since.

if they couldn't bury her, does the thought of her body laying to waste out in the open haunt him? does he sink the thought down so deep it's like she never left at all, or does it come to him in nightmares? in moments sat at the kitchen table surrounded by new family, people who should have known her too?

does he have a place for her in boston? somewhere he goes to remember her? does he have one in jackson, aside from tommy and maria's chalkboard? a place on a hillside beyond the walls, surrounded by butterflies and wildflowers, a little cairn he raises just for her. a place where he can be with his sarah, talk with her into the sunset, and when he turns his head he's still so surprised she's not there.

and maybe, maybe, when his time comes around, he finds himself surrounded by wildflowers and butterflies just outside jackson. maybe, maybe, in the home he built in texas, untouched by years and tragedy. he can hear her bound down the stairs - finally, you're here - or he turns his head on the hillside and his baby girl is already there, sarah -

sat beside him like he knew she had been all this time.

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Exceptional actor first. Total babe second.

There is something about Pedros eyes as Joel that has me on the floor, throughout the series there are alot of microexpressions he does but this damn contrast makes my heart ache.

He goes from disbelief to shock to completely shutting down when Sarah dies, there is so much pain in those eyes it makes your heart clench, it's in the way Joel keeps hugging Sarah harder as to transfer his own life into hers by pure will,

Then you have the hospital and you see no light behind those eyes, you can just feel the pure rage and agony. Him walking slower and slower and you can just feel his heart drop, and the wires come lose in his head and then there is one mission, save Ellie. His eyes man....

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Spectacular. Gimme 14 of them right now.

Relax, Miller.

QZ!Joel Miller x You | Explicit 18+ MDNI | 1k WC | AO3

Summary: In the Boston Quarantine Zone, you and Joel both find a way to get what you want.

Warnings: This is just smut and filth. Reader age undefined. Written as a female reader but could be anyone. Oral. Cum eating. Drugs. Not beta'd.

M A S T E R L I S T | A O 3

The satisfying sound of Joel moaning under your tongues handiwork should be payment enough, but you would never let him know that. 

His grip on your hair is fierce. His right hand tangles into your locks. His fingernails claw into you each time you do that thing he loves. 

Hearing his low growl as he tenses was a tonic for your ears. Inspiring you to do your worst.     

He leans back on his couch and places his forearm across his brow, mouth agape, panting as you hollow your cheeks. 

Joel was always so quiet, and you loved the challenge of getting him to vocalize when you had him in your mouth.

His dark and mysterious facade was eroding. Just a man after all. Much less intimidating when he was at your mercy. The only time he ever was vulnerable and it turned you on to orchestrate it.     

Your hands were pressing his thighs wide open for you, but you shifted between his legs to access more of him. You reach a hand to hold him at his base. Your pathetic fingers can barely wrap around his cock. The other hand cups around his balls and you make him groan as you massage him in his most tender spots, hitting the areas you know make him come undone. He twitches in your grasp as you work him just how he likes.   

You bob your head on the end of his cock, sucking with restraint at first. Behaving yourself. Relishing his skin getting taught. You can feel it stiffen more and more the harder you inhale him. You ease up and swirl your tongue around his tip and he moans as you lap up the drops of precum beading. Tasting his sweetness while you breathe in his musky scent. It was intoxicating.      

You loosen your neck and let him thrust into you. He tries to conceal his whimper as the tip of his cock nestles into your throat.

You don’t let him get too carried away and you know how much it turns you on to edge him. 

“Fuck..” he mumbles to himself under his breath. He was losing control and you didn’t want him to come just yet.

You pull back and let his length slide out of you, sucking on the tip before letting it pop out of your mouth with a wet squelch. He stifles another whimper and grits his teeth as he stares down at you with needy eyes. 

“Relax, Miller.” You scold him with a cunning tone, knowing full well you have him right where you want him.

You drag a finger playfully down his shaft, tracing the pulsing vein. His cock was gorgeous. Girthy and commanding. He was getting impatient with you riling him up.  

He restlessly repositions his grip in your hair and takes his other hand to grab at the side of your neck, urging you back to his cock. Pleading without words.   

He leans back against the couch and closes his eyes as you lick a stripe up the underside of his cock. When you press your lips back to the head you rip out a guttural sound from within him as you take him back in your throat. A crescendo praising your work and you smile wickedly at his coming undone. 

He bucks into you, writhing and groaning. His beautiful, incoherent sounds getting louder and more desperate. You feel his body tense all over. He goes to pull out of your mouth but you lock onto him and take him deeper. Your warm, wet mouth and tongue lulling him into a moment of ecstasy as he spills into you. The taste of his hot cum on the back of your tongue sends you into a frenzy as you drink him down. His spent body thrusts weakly as you empty him and then he stills. Finally at peace. Finally relaxed. 

He drags his cock slowly out of your mouth and winces when you kiss his sensitive tip. Still overstimulated by your doing. You drag your finger under your lip and wipe the cum and saliva that trailed out behind his cock. You lick it off your finger as you stare at him down, knowing full well how filthy he likes it. You catch the corner of his lip pull up just slightly. Pleased with your obscene display of satisfaction. You loved the taste of Joel.    

He loosens his grip in your hair and holds you tenderly against his thigh while he catches his breath. He brushes your hair behind your ear. His comforting and intimate touch juxtaposes the reality of the world you live in. There is no room for weakness or getting soft.     

This calm and fleeting moment of respite was such a rarity in the QZ. A Joel Miller at peace and unvigilant. A sight you never got tired of seeing and a sight you promised not to get used to.  

Too quickly the moment is over. He shifts his legs as you raise to your feet and adjust yourself. 

He zips up his jeans and groans as he stands up. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a tiny bag with white pills in it. He hands it over to you and you grab it casually, pleased with your compensation.         

You turn around to examine the pills and stow them away into your pocket. You feel him watching you, following you through the living room.

“Need the baggie back.” He reminds you gruffly, looming over you with his arms crossed as he leans against the open door frame. 

And you remind him that you know the drill. You wave the empty baggie between your two fingers and hand it over to him with a slyness.

“See you later, Miller.”

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Why is his hand literally in his pants? 😂😂😂 maybe he’s got a little booty itch

PEDRO PASCAL with instructor DEVIN WIGGINS in a new photo shared by Coco

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Pedro Pascal en la cama, óleo sobre lienzo (abril 2023)

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don't point those things at me

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Pedro Pascal and Kristen Wiig at the Wonder Woman 1984 set

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Catherine O’Hara talking about how she accidentally called Pedro “Charles” while filming a scene with him for TLOU

🎥 kevinmccarthytv

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Pedro Pascal as Max Phillips in Bloodsucking Bastards

I love Max 🤤

Another old gif set that I never posted to Tumblr. There are more I made from this movie that are too large to post here (all are on my Giphy tho, link below) so... please accept these for now. One day I'll revisit and remake these and more for Tumblr specs!

🧡 Please use and enjoy my gifs as you please! Reblogs appreciated🧡 Gif requests are open!

G I F N O T I F I C A T I O N S | G I P H Y

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this is my meditation. this is my breathing exercise.