#pedro pascal x male!reader

[whimsicalwritersstuff]

ok I don’t know what kind of au this would be in but I had a fantasy/vision this morning and I need to share it with SOMEONE. kinda freaky so bear with me.

picture this: maybe joel and reader have a couple kids. maybe he’s been feeling a bit insecure lately about him getting older, feeling self conscious about his tummy and his grey hair and maybe the fact that he’s losing a bit of stamina oops. then one day the kids are being badly behaved and he puts his foot down and reader gets so hot and bothered by him being discipline daddy and she knows he’s been feeling a lil insecure so later when they’re alone she lets him know that the things that make him look like a full blown dad are the things that make her the horniest and she says something like “when you put your foot down with the kids… it reminded me of the days when you used to punish me” and they do sex to one another and she gets spankings and light chokes and wifey reminds him she’ll always be his bad girl and he reminds her how bad girls get punished and hey by the way take my phone away

── Put your foot down.

no outbreak.

Pairing: Oldman!Joel Miller x wife!Reader

Content warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. age gap (60s/20s), pet names, Daddy kink, aging insecurity, emotional reassurance, spanking, possessive/domestic sex, light chocking, praise & dirty talk, soft obsession, dom!Joel, sub!reader, Established Relationship

Word count: 1.194

The kitchen was chaos.

Markers rolled across the floor, spilled juice dripping down the cabinets and your oldest, six going on sixteen. Was currently screaming because her sister dare to touch her stuffed racoon. Again.

You were one second from crying or laughing, you weren't sure which, when Joel's boots thudded against the wood floor.

"Enough," came the voice. The one that vibrated from the chest.

You stilled. So did the kids.

That voice was rare. That tone. Rough. Stern. Low like thunder before a storm.

It made both girls freeze on instinct and your youngest even dropped the raccoon like it had burned her.

Joel looked tired, his flannel half buttoned, a little sweat at his temples from fixing the damn leaky sink.

"Pick up the mess," he ordered. "Say sorry to your mama. Then go sit on the couch. No cartoons."

Both the kids shuffled off with quite little sorrys. No sass, no backtalk.

You leaned on the counter, biting your cheek to suppress a smile. Joel turned towards you, rubbing his neck, and muttered. "Sorry 'bout all that. They were bouncin' off the walls while I was under the sink.. just lost my patience, I guess."

But all you could do was stare.

At the way he stood, shoulders broad, hands dirty, jaw clenched just so. The silver threading through his curls, the soft curve of his belly pushing slightly against his shirt.

The voice. The authority. The way the girls obeyedhim like he was the law of the land.

And suddenly, your thighs clenched.

He caught your look. Brows furrowed.

"What?"

You crossed the kitchen slowly, thudding your fingers through the collar of his shirt, letting your eyes move over every weathered, perfect part of him.. "I'm so fucking turned on right now..." You whispered.

Joel blinked. "...what?"

You leaned closer, voiceowr. "When you used that voice? When you put your foot down with the girls? I swear to God, Joel, it reminded me of the days when you used to punish me." Joel's face went from confused to wrecked in half a second.

"Jesus," he murmured. "You serious."

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his middle, under the softness of of his flannel, resting your head against that cheat you loved so much.

"I know you've been feeling self conscious," you murmured. "About the gray. The belly. Getting winded.. but all of that? Joel, it makes me want to climb into your lap and beg for it..."

He let out a shaly breath, arms tightening around your waist.

"Goddamn, baby..."

"You're sexy, Joel," you whispered. "You're a full blown dad. You fix shit with one hand, discipline with the other. You wear those stupid reading glasses and your flannels don't button right over your tummy and it makes me wanna ride you until you stop me."

Joel was hard.

You could feel it against your hip.

He grabbed your jaw gently, tilting your chin up.

"Bedroom. Now."

~~~

By the time you were lajd out across the bed, shirt peeled off, shorts shoved aside, Joel's flannel was half off, boxers pushed just far enough to let his thick cock slap heavy between your thighs.

He stared down at you like he was starving. Like you hard the answers to every doubt in his head. "You still daddy's girl?" He asked, sliding his fingers through your slick folds. "Even after all these years?"

You nodded, gasping. "Always.."

"You still need reminders?" His voice dropped, that gravelly tone making your stomach flip.

"Yes. Please,' you begged.

He smirked, older, slower but still lethal.

One sharp spank landed on your ass, then another.

You cried out, arching into him.

He wrapped one hand lightly around your throat, the other gripping your hip as he lined up and pushed in, deep and slow until he bottomed out and groaned like it hurt to feel that good.

"Fuck,"he rasped. "So fuckin' tight."

You clung to him arm. "Still all yours."

His thrusts were heavy, deepz measured.

"I got older," he muttered. "But I never got soft on you."

You didn't,' you moaned. "You're so good,.Joel... So deep, god, daddy..." He focked out a moan and leaned in, hand braced beside your head, mouth dragging along your neck.

You whispered, "use me."

And he did.

He flipped you on your stomach, your thighs were already trembling, and Joel hadn't even started fucking you properly yet.

His hand slid up your spine, slow and warm, making you arch like instinct. His breath hit your shoulder, heavy and uneven.

His soft stomach pressed against your lower back, grounding you to the bed. He guided his cock through your soaked folds, the head thick and hard, teasing your entrance.

Joel then grabbed your hips and sank into you with one deep, controlled thrust. You gasped, loud and startled. Hands scrambling to brace against the mattress as he filled you up to the hilt.

You couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but feel him..he filled every inch like he is as carved to fit you, his hips flush with your ass, his cock pulsing thick and hot inside you.

He didn't move yet. He held himself ther, buried deep, hands gripping your tiny waist hard enough to leave marks. "You want daddy to ruin you tonight?" Be asked softly, voice all whiskey and hunger.

"Y-Yes, please. Daddy."

Joel pulled out nearly to the tip and then slammed back in with a low grunt. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room.

Obscene and wet and perfect. He kept thrusting into you, he kept his thrusts steady, not rushed, not frantic, just hard. Possessive.

You couldn't stop moaning.

Every thrust hit deep, dragging against your walls, your body clenching tighter each time he pressed that soft tummy against your back.

"Fuck- fuck-" you sobbed. "You feel so good, daddy.." he leaned down , wrapped his hand around your throat gently, lips brushing your ear. "Don't forget who this pussy belongs to."

"You, daddy." You bewthed. "Always. It's yours."

"You think anyone else could ever fuck you like this, fill you up this deep?" You shopl your head, "no, no one...just you."

Joel pulled you upright onto your knees, your back against his chest , his hand still right at your neck, the other one on your clit now, circling slowly while his cock kept pounding up into you. "Show me, he whispered. "Cum on daddy's cock."

You shattered.

Your pussy clenching around him so hard it made him curse, your body going limp in his arms. He cought you with a growl, held you in place, still thrusting through the after shocks.

And then he followed.

He buried himself deep and stayed there, pulsing inside you, thick ropes of heat flooding you full while he panted into your slick neck..

"God damn, baby..." He muttered, "ain't never gonna get over you.

You reached up, threaded your fingers through his greying curls, "still god it, daddy." Joel laughed low against your skin and pulled out slwly, watching the mess spill down your thighs with a satisfied smirk.

"You're gonna be Feelin' me all day tomorrow."

You smiled, breathless.

"That's the point."

[foxviant]

Only You.

Summary: Stressed and worn out, Joel finally relaxes when he’s in your arms the only place he ever feels okay. Pairing: Joel Miler x Reader. Word count: 1K Warning: Stress, emotional overload, tenderness, soft touch, mutual care.

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Joel slammed the door harder than he meant to.

The sound echoed through the house like a gunshot, bouncing off the walls of the living room where you sat curled on the couch. You looked up instantly, your book slipping shut in your lap.

He didn’t speak at first. Just stood there, hands clenched into fists, chest rising and falling fast like he couldn’t quite catch his breath.

“Joel?” you asked softly.

He didn’t answer.

His jaw was tight, eyes dark and distant. The kind of distant that made you ache for him. You knew that look anger balled up tight with grief and exhaustion, barely held back behind a brittle wall.

It had been a hard week. Supplies were short, the patrols were longer, and people in Jackson were starting to complain about things they didn’t understand. And as always, Joel carried it all like it was his job to keep the whole damn town from falling apart.

You stood slowly. “Hey. What happened?”

“I—” He shook his head sharply. “It’s fine.”

You stepped closer, your voice gentle. “Doesn’t look fine.”

He let out a harsh breath, pacing the living room in slow, agitated strides. “It’s just… I’m sick of it. Sick of everyone expectin’ me to fix everything. Sick of pretending I’ve got it all under control when I feel like I’m hangin’ on by a damn thread.”

You swallowed the lump rising in your throat. “You don’t have to do it alone.”

“I know,” he muttered, rubbing a hand down his face. “But I don’t know how to stop. My whole life’s been… survive, protect, carry the weight. There’s no switch to turn it off.”

You walked up to him carefully, placing your hand over his where it hung by his side. He flinched a little just a twitch but he didn’t pull away.

“Then let me help you carry it.”

He looked at you. Really looked at you.

The fury was still there, coiled tight in his chest, but under it bone deep exhaustion. The kind that doesn’t show itself unless someone’s close enough to see the cracks.

He dropped his head slightly, eyes closing.

“Come here,” you said gently, guiding him toward the couch.

He followed you, quiet now, like the fight had drained out of him. He sat down slowly, elbows on his knees, hands rubbing over his face.

You knelt in front of him and placed both hands on his thighs. “Let me take care of you tonight. You don’t have to talk. Just… let me.”

He hesitated. But then, slowly, he nodded.

You reached up and ran your fingers gently through his hair, pushing it back from his face. His shoulders dropped a little at the contact.

“You always take care of everyone else,” you whispered. “You never let anyone do the same for you.”

His voice was hoarse. “Didn’t think I deserved it.”

“You do. Joel… you really do.”

Your hands moved with practiced gentleness down his arms, to his hands, thumb brushing over his knuckles. He let you. Bit by bit, his body unwound under your touch. Like a storm slowly passing.

You leaned in and kissed his forehead, then rested your own against his.

“Just breathe,” you whispered.

So he did.

His hands came up, hesitant at first, resting on your waist like he needed something to hold onto. And then he pulled you into his lap, burying his face in your neck.

Your arms wrapped around him as he finally let go. Not with tears Joel didn’t cry often but with silence. Heavy, trembling silence. His grip tightened, like if he held you hard enough, the rest of the world might disappear for a while.

And for a little while, it did.

Just the two of you, wrapped up on the couch, no words needed.

You kissed the side of his head. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

His voice came soft, muffled against your skin. “You’re the only place I feel like I can breathe.”

You closed your eyes, your hands never stopping their slow, soothing movements.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said. “Not tonight. Not ever.”

And in your arms, Joel finally let himself relax.

[ghostinboys]

let the light in

summary: you invite your neighbor for dinner, surely that's everything that happens right? pairing: joel miller x male reader warning: male reader smut! (sorta unprotected scenario–use protection wisely!)

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It’ll be good for you. Is what your uncle said to you when he asked you to house sit for him for the whole summer.

You convinced yourself he was right–that being away from the city could be good for you, alleviating some of that stress that’s been building up for some time ever since you graduated college. You could pick up a job at the local bookstore or mow people’s lawns, before entering the actual workforce in some corporate job in the city. It’ll be nice, it has to be. 

Or not. With a loud thud your stuff scattered all over the driveway. “Fuck!” you yelped, anxiously picking up the fallen books, the cardboard box labelled “desk stuff” ripped from getting moved. Your back already ached from all the work, your skin wet and sticky from the blazing sun. Thankfully, a pair of hands helped you with the task. 

“Shit–you don’t have to, it's fine,” you scrambled, picking up more stuff faster. 

“It’s alright, bud,” the man said, the southern accent rolling off his tongue like fresh honey. You quickly glanced at him, clad in a worn out shirt, denim jeans, and leather boots. His broad frame eclipsed your pens and markers from the sun, his calloused hands picked the tools with a swiftness that made you think he worked at a workshop or a construction site. It didn’t help that his thick arms flexed, filling the hems of the shirt. 

“Thank you,” you answered, your voice was hoarse and shaky. He lifted his tousled brown hair to reveal a handsome face, covered in a stubble of brown and grey. Damn, you thought, he looked like those men they put in cowboy eroticas you saw in the airport bookshop. “You must be, Joel.”

“Damn, right,” he said, a cheeky smile plastered across his face. He took some more stuff from the floor, bending down to the point where his shirt was hiked up revealing the elastic band of his underwear. Dude–stop looking, you told yourself. “You must be the new kid here, housesitting for your uncle right?”

He met your gaze, wide brown eyes with furrowed brows. “Hardly a kid anymore,” you jest. Joel toyed with the markers, trying to think of a clever comeback. You stared at him, like truly stared at him. Despite all the marks of age he really was handsome, it made you think what he looked like when he was in his late twenties. There was a wash of melancholy in his face, as if time had done him the worst of challenges. 

When Joel twisted on the cap of one marker it started to buzz, a quiet vibrating sound that only you two could hear. Your eyes widened, it wasn’t a marker per say, but a sex toy that looked like a marker. With your mouth agape and your finger joints shaking, you snatched the toy from his hand, your skin brushing against his. 

“Seems like it,” he said smirking, proud of his comeback. You instantly hid it in your back pocket and proceeded to pick up more stuff. He couldn’t come up with his next retort, anxious that he might have embarrassed you. “You know, stuff like that wasn’t really in during my time, but I respect young couples trying out new stuff.” 

You cringe in horror, what the hell just happened right now. “I’m so sorry, Joel,” you said, avoiding his gaze. 

“Is alright,” he put his hands on his hips. “I’ll pretend I didn’t see a thing,” he smiled, the way he said thing made you chuckle. 

“What’s funny?” He was dumbfounded. He resorted to folding his arms across his wide chest; the veins on his arms more prominent. You could see the edge of his shirt life, a small trail of hair being visible. 

“Nothing!” you stuttered. “Maybe I could invite you for dinner? As a thank you for helping me,” you looked at the trees behind him. “And as an apology for what you saw,” your fingers dug into your palms leaving moon shaped marks.

Joel managed to help you bring everything inside the house. He volunteered to help you unpack too, but due to what happened earlier, you chose to leave the task to yourself, in hopes of not uncovering more private stuff. 

The night settled in. The steak and vegetables you prepared were already devoured by your neighbor. “Did I tire you that bad?” you said, finishing up the last bits of your steak. He gave you that cheeky smile again, a smile you slowly got to admire. He wiped his lips with a napkin, taking a sip of the wine he brought as a housewarming gift. 

“Big appetite,” he said. “You have to have one if this is the type of food you’re gettin,” you were glad. If you wanted to have more chances of seeing and talking to Joel, might as well lure him with good food. “Thank you by the way, and trust me whatever I saw earlier is never gettin’ brought up' again.”

“Shit, I thought the food already made you forget,” he laughed, that type of dad and his friends at the backyard laugh. The two of you proceeded to finish the whole bottle of wine while discussing your lives. You told him about your summer plans, he recommended some stores that were looking for people. He told you about his job too, he owned a small construction company. 

As the moon went deeper in the night, the neighborhood was more silent. Maybe it was the wine but the topics became deeper as well. He asked if you had a girlfriend, you told him you didn’t and that you weren’t interested. Although he was hesitant at first, he decided to confide in you that he was divorced and his daughter would be spending the summer with his ex-wife. 

Joel was deep in thought after talking about his daughter, his eyes more reflective, possibly tears. He cleared his throat and stood up, drying his sweaty palms on his jeans. “I should go, the wine is messin with me,” he lets out an anxious laugh. At this moment, the two of you didn’t feel like strangers. You could feel the sadness in his gaze, the way his lips quivered and his hands shaked. 

You walked him back to his house. It was you who broke the silence, Joel busy with finding the right key. “I’d like to thank you for today,” he looked back and smiled. “Sorry if the conversation got a little too personal, but from what I’ve heard, I think you’re a great dad.” 

He huffed, the warm air flowing against the cold night. He took your hand, it was rough and feverish. You inched towards him, his back hitting the closed door. You touched his cheek, the stubble pricking your palm. The kiss was sweet, cozy, and much needed. 

Joel’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. Maybe it really was the alcohol, and surely this was just a casual thing. Tomorrow, you’ll go back to being neighbors, say hi, maybe exchange quick chats, but nothing more. Deep inside, you wished it became more. Maybe ask him out, more dinners, watch movies, dates, like a lot of dates. With casual kissing, and hopefully, fucking. 

Your hands slid down his chest and reached finality in his belt buckles, one hand pulling on the loops while the other palmed his growling erection. He flinched, pausing from kissing to let out an exasperated moan. “Wait,” he said, his breaths heavy. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes,” it was the clearest yes you’ve ever given someone. 

A path of your clothes trailed towards his bedroom. He didn’t bother to turn on the lights, the moonlight was enough for you to see his body, all the hard muscles, the veins, the softness of his abdomen, and the trail down his hard cock. Despite how reckless the steps leading up to this moment was, Joel gently laid you on his bed. You lost yourself in his dark eyes, they were half lidded now, solemn but wanting. 

His soft curls laced through your fingers, your thumbs rubbing against his ears. The kisses turned from soft kisses to longer drabs of tongue, hungrier and more carnal. He took time to trace each part of your body as well, your waist, your sensitive nipples, your thighs that he pulled so he could place himself in between. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice deep and hoarse. 

“You too,” he gave you one last deep kiss before he slowly pulled your boxers off. You felt a bit conscious of the way you looked. A few hours ago you were just strangers, and now you’re naked in his bed. He kissed your neck, taking short suckles of skin down to your collarbone. His hands were busy stimulating you elsewhere. He touched your sex, now aching and dripping with precome. 

Joel rocked his hips at your center, his erection rubbing against yours. He took his boxers off, revealing the thick hardon he’s been sporting since you entered the house. You stroked it with a dry hand, his precome dripping and lubricating your strokes. He tried to fight the sounds that were brimming at his throat, but alas they came out with carnal grunts. “That feels too fuckin’ good.”

“I want it inside me, Joel,” you pleaded, focusing on using the wetness to your advantage by toying with the sensitive head. He bent his nightstand drawer, there were some old pieces of screws, an old broken watch, a bottle of lotion, and tissue. He knew he didn’t have any, there was no use for him since he hasn’t been with anyone since the divorce, he did it to assure you he wasn’t lying about having any.

“Shit–I don’t have any condoms,” he said, palming his head. You pulled him back for a kiss before pushing him to his back. Straddling his thighs, you continued to stroke his hard cock. His lips were open, his chest heaving and breathless. The veins on his neck were more visible as he tried his best not to cum from your touch. 

“It’s fine,” you said. His cock oozed with more precome, you used some spit to prepare your hole. You know from his thickness it would sting, but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. “I’m on PrEP, don't worry.” 

Joel let out a sigh of relief. He guided his cock to your hole, letting out a guttural moan as you bottomed out. You took a deep breath, easing the sting of you adjusting to his size. He looked at you with so much lust you swear you would have mistaken it for love. How badly did you wish for this to be your everyday? The wine must have really fucked with you for you to think you could be his stay at home boyfriend. 

“I’ll move now,” you murmured. Fuck, Joel thought. The heat and tightness of your hole was already intoxicating. You started to rock your hips, his grip on your waist tighter. He felt more of his soul was being sucked out of his body, his cock felt so good fucking into your hole.

“That feels so fuckin’ good,” his thighs quivered. Each slap of your ass on his hip made Joel feel like he would die in any minute. His heart was pounding in his chest, his cheeks felt hot, he was dazed beyond inhibition. “Can’t get enough of this.”

“Me too,” you squeezed your eyes shut, taking in the feeling of his cock stretching you open. “You’re so fucking big,” you rid his cock faster, the tip aggressively hitting the sensitive spot inside you. 

“Feels better than that toy you got, huh?” For months you had that toy to use, substituting the feeling of a real man inside you. At this point, you forgot you even had one, all you wanted from this day on was Joel. 

“Oh, god,” you were flushed with timidity and lust. You were close, you could already envision your come all over his broad chest, leaving his skin glistening with your arousal. “I’m close, Joel.”

“Go’n come too, baby,” he said, the southern drawl was even more sensual, more provocative, more sexy. His body tensed, a hoarse cry left his mouth, he shot his come, filling you with the warm liquid. 

The knot inside you snapped with a loud cry, your come shooting all over Joel’s chest up to his beard. You cursed, dropping to his chest while catching your breath. Your chests shared in the wetness, and in one last act of perversion, you licked the come on his beard and joined his tongue in a heated kiss. 

Everything that happened after was a haze. After Joel was able to catch his breath, he went to the bathroom to take a towel, cleaning himself off and gently cleaning you up. The two of you joined in embrace and let the slumber cuddle you. 

You woke to his soft snores in your ear, his arms still wrapped around you. The stirring of your bodies made his sex brush against your ass, like the night before it was already aching hard. "Someone's eager this morning," you said.

"Why wouldn't I, I still need to use that toy on ya," he murmured, brushing his cock against your ass again, smiles plastered across your faces.

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[eternallyniah]

When I should be talking to guys my age but I keep thinking about men the same age as my dad.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

begging him not to cum yet because you don’t want him to stop fucking you 🥺 it feels too good daddy please don’t stop daddy please

then when he inevitably can’t hold it any longer, he warns you he’s gonna cum. then you beg for him to do it 🥺🥺 please daddy do it do it cum inside me i want it i want it so bad please fucking cum inside me daddy fill me up

and then after all that, begging him not to pull out because you’re so warm and full 🥺🥺🥺 nooo don’t pull out please daddy keep it in pleeeease you’re so warm and cozy inside me

(this post was written by a trans man. do NOT refer to the reader as female.)

[ilovelosermen69]

My emotional attachment to fictional men that kill people is insane.

[hellsburners]

in vino veritas

summary: the emperors have given the general a gift. pairing: general marcus acacius x male reader word count: 1.7k warnings: smut, rough dom, top marcus, bottom male reader, sex pollen pic a/n: im seeing the movie tomorrow!

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A chill rolled down the general’s spine as he entered the throne room. Two golden chairs sat atop a dais, shining under the sunlight. Seated were the emperor’s with their bone white togas and their red hair. Acacius has seen great monsters in his conquests, but none as bloodthirsty and mad as these two. 

He was still bloodied from battle, dirt and soot covered his body, his chestplate dented and scratched. He dropped his sword on the marble floor, the clang of metal echoing the palace walls. 

“You have brought great honor to Rome, General,” the Emperor Geta said. His golden eyes gleaming with pride and greed under the sunlight. He gestures at the servants below the dais, where they fetch the general’s sword and pour him a glass of wine. The Emperor takes a sip of wine, the corners of his mouth smirking roguishly. 

“A feast must be made in your honor,” the younger emperor shouted in joy. “With the finest meals and a celebration in the colosseum!” 

“None is required, my emperors,” the general spoke. “I only wish for someone to tend to my wounds and a soft bed to lay in tonight.” 

He took a sip of his wine, the bitterness helped distract the ache in his body. He saw Caracalla whispering something to his brother, snickering and chuckling under his breath. Geta’s eyes widened, a smile forming from his lips. 

“Very well,” Geta clapped. 

The sound of his clap echoed in the room, a ringing sound forming in the general’s ears. He staggered back, his vision blurring—almost black. The wine, he thought. He fell hard on the floor, his body numb. He saw the two emperors walk down the dais, towering over him like roman statues of the gods. They both laughed maniacally

“In vit veritas, General.” In wine, there is truth. 

Marcus Acacius woke up from the sound of a fallen metal bowl. It was night time, the torches in the room were lit. He wasn’t in the throne room anymore, yet the fineries in the architecture and the furniture in the room signaled that he was still in the palace. 

“Forgive me, general,” you said. Picking up the fallen bowl and the cloth bandages scattered on the floor. You had tended to the general’s wounds. There weren’t many but it was imperative they be cleaned to reduce any infection. “How are you feeling?”

You saw the general rise from his bed, his wide frame casting shadows on the bed. He wore nothing but the bandages you wrapped around his chest and the silk blanket that covered his privates. He groaned, his voice hoarse and deep. “Fine I suppose, a bit sore.”

“That is to be expected. Your injuries, though minor, will take a few days to heal.” you said. You couldn’t help but stare at him, even as you cleaned his wounds. His thick wavy hair that you brushed until the dried blood came off. His tanned skin and his broken nose. You admired every feature almost as if you were looking at a god on earth. 

“They laced my drink with something, what was it?” Marcus spoke. His hands brushed over his thick thighs, bending down while his hair fell on his face. “I feel feverish and weak.”

“A flower from one of Rome’s colonies, once dried it turns into a fine powder that can be mixed into wine. It is undetectable from smell or taste,” You said. Fear rose to your throat. In front of you was the most dangerous man in Rome. Despite his weakness you knew, surely, he can kill you with ease. “In small doses it could be a sort of aphrodisiac the emperors have been using in their—parties. Large amounts can be quite lethal.”

The general tried to stand but to no avail. You rushed quickly to his aid. It was true, you tried to cradle his muscular arms and they were hot to the touch. He groaned, grabbing onto your arm tightly. The silk shifted under his legs, your eyes widened to see the silk was bulging. “Fuck,” he moaned. 

“General,” you said in shock. 

“Tell me, boy,” his eyes were sharp like knives and dark like an abyss. “Is this part of their games?”

“This is a part of its effects, that is the truth,” you said, your face was close to his, his hand still gripping onto your arm. His breath was hot against your lips. But trust me, general, I had no part in this.”

“What will make it go away then?” he said, the silk pulled down the soft v of his pelvis, you could see the hint of hair in the middle. 

“Time is the only cure. It will take until sunrise for the effects to subside,” you said. He cursed under his breath, sweat dripping down his temples. You pushed his hair back, your fingers cold against his skin. You rested your knee on the bed, your other hand caressing his broad shoulders. “But if there is anything I can do to help, my general.”

His hands wrapped around your neck, tight. His eyes stared at you with his brows furrowed. He dragged you down to the bed. He was now on top of you, he was wide and strong, his breath labored. His hands pinned you down, his nails digging into your skin. He dove down to your neck kissing you. Nibbling and licking down your skin. You tasted of salt and flowers, oddly sweet. 

“You will serve me, boy,” he said. “Until sunrise.”

You nodded. He ripped off your toga, tossing it aside, lost in the sea of silk. He continued to take his time on your body, kissing and sucking leaving marks all over. You moaned from his wet lips and his warm tongue, which trailed down your chest to your perked nipples. You could feel his rough facial hair scrape your skin, it stung but it sent more shivers through your body. 

“Then let me serve you,” You said, slowly changing places so that he was sitting on the bed, and you straddling his muscular thighs. You placed a kiss on his lips, which tasted of dried blood. He pulled you closer, kissing you roughly while you fought to take in the air. His tongue mixed with yours changing each other's taste. When you pulled back to breathe you saw that his pupils were dilated. 

You continued to trail kisses on his ear, slowly tracing the tip of your tongue down his neck and to his chest. You did the same with his nipples, licking and teasing which made him moan. It was godly, the way he sounded. Such brute strength in the battlefield long gone under your touch. Your hand went down to the growing ache in his center. His cock was aching hard and thick, the tip leaking. When you touched the bead of cum he shivered and cursed. You went down to place soft kisses around the shaft, taking in his soldier’s scent. You placed the pad of your tongue under the shaft and licked to taste the tip, engulfing the head as you went down—deep. 

“Fuck,” he said, his chest rising and falling. You sucked down and hollowed your cheeks as you came up, releasing the head with a loud pop. He placed a hand on your head and pushed you back down. You bobbed on his cock feverishly as he moaned more and more. He was shaking a bit, his hands pulling on your hair as he fucked into your throat. Tears formed in your eyes as you took his thickness deeper into your throat. You could feel him getting close which is why he released his hold on you, you clutched your throat and coughed up. His thick cock was glistening wet with your spit, the tip a deep red. 

“Have you ever been with a soldier?” he said, panting. You shook your head, wiping your tears and your lips on the silk. “Then come here, boy. Let me show you how a soldier of Rome takes his price.” 

You held onto his shoulders for balance. He guided his cock into your hole, slowly pulling on your waist until he was fully inside. You dipped your head on the corner of his neck, slowly moving your hips in a rocking motion. You moaned in his ears like a wanton mess. His arms hugged your waist and pushed you deeper down his cock. He pulled on your hair to continue on leaving marks on your neck and chest. 

His hands wrapped around your neck as he kissed you more, his other hand found to stroke your hardness, your tip leaking a mess down his hand that made his strokes more slick. You were in ecstasy, like the drug had worked itself into your body as well. You went off his lap and sunk down on the bed with your face down on the silk, presenting your behind for him to use. He was like a lion eager for his prey. He took your hair and rammed his cock into you again. Fucking into you with so much force you could feel whatever expensive wood that was used on the bed creak. He panted like a man tired from a day’s work. His other hand pressing down your back so your ass arched more. 

“I am close,” he moaned. 

“Please, general, fill me,” you said. He pushed your face deeper down the bed, it felt as if he was crushing your skull. His thrusts became erratic and labored. The rhythm faltered from his sheer strength. He released with a strong grunt. His seed filled into your hole which made you feel full and warm. He collapsed on your back like a heavy bear. You tried to capture your breath. Slowly pushing him off.  You stood up to take back your toga, the sun peering from the horizon. You sat on the window with a watering can in your hands. You slowly poured water on the bright blue flower on your windowsill, a bag of gold coins next to it. You chuckled, the same chuckle Geta and Caracalla would do. “In vito veritas,” you smiled. Admiring the big man snoring on your bed.

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[starboye]

starring: pedro pascal x male reader

request: My idea was something like Pedro pascal x male reader (if it works a femboy male reader) and like it's was just a normal day but reader was a bit horny and asked him if he wanted to fuck and stuff and it began with soft Sex but ended up rough Sex leaving m!reader a moaning and stuttering mess but pedro pascal didn't stop

warnings: smut, cursing, daddy kink, rough sex, creampie,unprotected sex

it was a fairly boring day, you and pedro just sitting around all day doing nothing but you wanted some action (preferably sexual action) so you took it upon yourself to walk downstairs, finding pedro just watching tv and laying on the couch "pedroooo" you whine walking over to him "yes love" he answered sitting up and putting you on his lap.

"im bored" you pouted your bottom li at him making him chuckle lightly "then what would you like to do" he questioned "i had and idea or two" you teased him, hand trailing down to grope his crotch before kissing him "mm tell me more" pedro smirks as his boner grows more and more in his pants "i'll just show you" you say grabbing his hand and bringing him up to your shared room, undressing revealing some cute lacy panties for him.

pedro's quick to strip his clothes off and hop in bed with you, pulling you into a deep kiss as you slowly stroked his growing member before he was rock hard and needed to slip in something, you lathering some of your spit onto his cock and laying back, watching pedro slowly push in with a shuddering breath.

"fuck baby you feel so good" pedro lets out as his hips slowly move back and forth in you, his hands tightly holding your hips to keep you under him "you like that tight hole huh daddy" you moan and surprisingly that made something click in pedros mind, you had never called him something like that and god did he love the sound of that coming from you.

"can you call me that again" pedro mutters into your neck, nipping at your skin leaving hickeys "oh i just love your fat cock daddy" you whimper out once more making pedro go quicker, asking you to say it more and more and the more you said it the faster he fucked into you leaving you a stuttering mess as the sex went on and on.

"fuck me harder daddy" you whined loudly, pedro spreading your legs further and further apart to get deeper in that sweet hole he was wrecking, to silence you overwhelming (mainly to not get questioned by the neighbors) moans pedro shoved his fingers into your mouth turning your moans into muffled whimpers.

"shit baby, want daddy to fill your hole with cum" pedro asked through heavy grunts "mhmmm" you whined out and with that pedro emptied his balls into you, his hips not even stuttering a bit nor did he stop after cumming, fucking his load deeper and deeper into you.

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[qveerthe0ry]

Hi, I’ve recently discovered your blog (LOVE it) and was wondering if you’d be open to writing Joel Miller x top ftm reader

I’m not sure if requests are supposed to be specific (and forgive me if it’s too detailed) but I’d love to see Joel exploring his newly found attraction to men (bi Joel is so dear to me) and quickly finding out that he’s so *incredibly* sensitive and needy when his ass is being played and toyed with

Omg anon. My sweet anon. Thank you for sending this to me OVER SIX MONTHS AGO 😭 I'm so sorry it took me so long. I could lie and say I didn't see it, or that I was saving it for pride month, but I've literally written and re-written this one like 3 times over to get it right. Thank you for your patience, I hope you're still out there and see this lol.

Without further ado, enjoy this gay shit and happy pride! 🏳️‍🌈

Guys - Joel Miller x ftm! Reader

Word Count: 5,849 Rating: 18+ mdni Warnings: brief talks about gender dysphoria as it relates to sex, amab terminology for afab genitalia, reader is on T and has bottom growth, reader has top surgery scars, oral sex, rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, Joel sucks the strap Betas: my literal soulmates @for-a-longlongtime and @perotovar thank you so much for all your help and feedback on this 💕

Joel, 41

New to dating and to men. Recent empty nester trying to figure things out.

It wasn’t promising, this man’s dating profile. But god did he look gorgeous in those three selfies that looked like they were taken on a Motorola Razr— the original one.

Still. You gave him a chance. And now you’re pleasantly surprised by the man he is. 

The stoicism is just shyness, you find, a little timid exploring his sexuality for the first time. And the old-fashioned way about him influences his music taste and beer choices— not his ideals. 

You knew he was bisexual, but people born in his generation, in Texas, aren’t often open-minded. 

You’re surprised, is the thing, about how he’s reacted to you being a trans guy and how he treats you. Like a bro, but better, because he blushes when you tell him he looks nice and gets nervous when he wants to kiss you. 

His nerves don’t last too long. He waits a gentlemanly amount of dates before finally accepting your invite inside, and then sucks the life out of you through your t-dick. 

When you return the favor, and slip a finger just past his taint, he loses his fucking mind. It’s all you can do to not rub your grubby little hands together and laugh like an evil movie villain. 

You gather him up into your arms as he comes down, panting and glistening a delicious sheen of sweat all over. He nuzzles into the scars on your chest and his sigh tickles through the wiry hairs there. 

“Never had anyone touch me like that before.” 

His voice is gruff, but still wavers with a tint of vulnerability.

“Did you like it?”

Then he laughs, deep chuckles that you feel in your own chest. 

“Too much for my own good, I reckon.”

And just like that, a plethora of possibilities stretch out in expanse in your mind’s eye. You’re gonna have so much fun with him. 

You give him time to ruminate, send him off with a nice goodnight kiss and plans for another date night.

A movie night. He shows up in gray sweatpants that should be illegal and a tight navy shirt that hugs his arms. You reach out and touch as you greet him with a kiss, and try to will the blood away from your cock so you can at least start the movie. 

You’ve got your bedroom all set up. Your bed is a nest of pillows and blankets, the lighting is low with candles and dim lamps, and everything you need is prepped and ready just out of sight in your bedside drawer. It’s all in hopes that it eases his mind, gets him relaxed and cozy enough to enjoy every bit of what you have planned for him. 

He smells like oranges and eucalyptus when you snuggle against his side, warm and bright and very clearly freshly showered. He leans into you but his jaw is tight and clenched as the title sequence plays out. You settle your leg on top of his, press your nose even deeper into those slightly graying curls and kiss a spot behind his ear that makes his shoulders go a bit more lax. 

You smile against his skin, let your hand splay out over his chest to feel his thumping heartbeat.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were tryin’ to take advantage of me,” he mumbles. 

You chuckle, shift your leg a little higher, and find he’s already starting to fill out the front of his pajamas. 

“Maybe you don’t know any better.” 

His breath hitches, right there under your palm, stuttering his built chest. It makes you twitch in your briefs and squeeze his solid pec. 

He’s been texting you later at night than usual these past few days. You know he’s been touching himself the way you touched him the last time you were together. You know that just last night he came all over his shower tile with two fingers inside himself, thinking about you. He told you this. 

But still, he’s bashful now, maybe a little anxious. His foot bounces underneath your shared blanket and his rough, calloused fingers tap a frantic rhythm on your thigh. 

“Joel,” you mumble, “are you okay?” 

He nods immediately, clearing his throat. 

“‘Course I am.” 

But his Adam's apple bobs almost comically when he answers, and his lips twitch upward but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. 

“It’s okay if you’re nervous. We don’t have to do anything.”

His head shakes again, fast, and it’s kinda cute how he’s seemingly turned into a bobble head. 

“I’m not—” he sighs, squints his eyes closed and leans his head back against your headboard. He huffs and mumbles something that sounds a lot like ‘it’s stupid’ under his breath. 

“Not stupid,” you insist. 

He opens his eyes back up and they’re so wide and deep brown when they look at you. 

“Feel like I’m all bark ‘n no bite, textin’ you about it last night… and now I’m shakin’ in my boots.”

You roll your eyes but you smile at him. 

“You think I haven’t done the exact same thing about a million times? It’s practically a queer right of passage.”

He bites at his plush bottom lip. You can’t look away as his teeth release it and leave it glistening in the warm orange lights of your bedroom. 

“I want to. Bad. Just— go easy on me.”

You hum, nuzzle back into your spot along his neck. 

“I’ll be so gentle, Joel. I’m gonna make it so good for you. All you gotta do is sit back and relax, and tell me what feels good.” 

“Fuck, yeah, okay.”

Your smile spreads against his warm skin, and that’s where you start. His ear, the shell of it, the lobe. The taut tendons in his neck as your hand creeps under his shirt. His collarbone, once he’s thrown his shirt off. His nipples, something you have yet to explore, and feel delight all over again when it makes him whine high in the back of his throat. You backtrack just to capture his lips again, let him lick into your mouth and nibble on the tip of your tongue until he begins to liquify under your touch and rock his hips into nothing. 

Your hand spans his flank, feels every tensing twitch of his muscles there. He sighs as his tongue curls against yours, and it warms your already heated face. You explore lower, tease at his waistband, and then flatten your palm to dip below. You’re sandwiched between the mattress and his asscheek, fuzzy like a peach and just as plump. When you squeeze it he hums and turns more toward you, allows you better access to knead it. 

Arousal trickles through you, oozing slow but steady. Your head swims with it. Foggy, lazy, serene but intense. You roll your hips into him and let yourself make the noises you normally try to suppress, because you want him to know just how much you’re into this too. 

But he’s straining against the jersey knit of his sweats, and his lips tremble against yours, and you have to define the line between worship and torture before you get lost in it. So you squirm down his body and watch how his eyes are nearly black, how his lips blush in the lamplight, how his beautiful sturdy chest heaves. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” you sigh. 

His stomach wavers under your lips, and he huffs and shuts his eyes and bites his lips and he’s perfect. 

You nip at his hip bones, marvel at the thin, silky skin there. Following the trail of hair that entices you down, you curl your fingers around his waistband and flutter your gaze up. He’s nodding before you can even focus on his face, tilting his hips up to encourage you. 

You unwrap him like a present, a slow anticipation until his cock springs free. The clear string that leaks from his slit reassures you that this quiet, timid Joel is just nervous. That the way he bites his lip when you shove a pillow under his hips is more anticipation than fear.

He’s so beautiful like this. You don’t know where to begin. You kiss the hinge of his thigh, nuzzle into the heady scent of him, close your eyes and then open them again when you realize you don’t want to miss a moment of this. Your nails drag up and down all the sparse hairs above his knee, and you only freeze when you hear a hitch in Joel’s breath above you. 

“Okay?” You ask, searching his expression. 

He nods and you watch his chest inflate with a purposeful breath. 

“Yeah, just… not used to anyone wantin’ me like this.”

God. 

His words slice right through you. 

“Well… get used to it, cowboy.”

He chuckles and rolls his eyes, but his cock pulses next to your face. 

Then, you develop a one-track mind, dead set on making Joel feel wanted, just like this, exactly the way he is. 

His cock jerks again when you breathe on it, and then once more when you take the head into your mouth. He hisses and you don’t give him time to get his bearings. Just slowly sink down as far as you can and let his groan fill your ears. 

You suckle, tease him under your tongue before you pull back and then slowly sink down again. 

His noises are going to drive you insane. Surprised gasps, calculated exhales, a little whimper so quiet you know he’s trying not to let it escape. 

His hands find your shoulders, squeezing and releasing, over and over, like a nervous tick. It only encourages you to take more of him and to bob your head faster. You start to drool from the effort, and you catch it in your hand and caress it over his sac. He makes another one of those noises and you press down into the mattress to alleviate even a fraction of the tension. 

Slowly, like you’re trying not to spook him, you work your fingers behind his balls, to that smooth strip of skin just behind it. His thighs clench, and his hips twitch, and he curses above you in a low, gravelly tone. 

You reach farther back, but before you make it to the fun part, he’s pushing on your shoulder to move you off of his cock. 

“Careful–” he gasps, “gettin’ so close already.” 

He looks bashful when your gaze flickers up to him. You just smile, and tell him to breathe, and place teasing kisses over his thighs. When you feel his muscles release their strain, you sneak a hand under his knee. He gets with the program, planting his foot flat on the bed, and then the other. 

“You’re doing so good,” you whisper, almost scared to tell him, hesitant to lay it on too thick. 

The way his thighs tremble on either side of your head tells you he’s more than fine with it. 

You take one of his balls into your mouth, swirl abstract patterns with your tongue until his cock starts to jerk above you. You kiss between them, nuzzle them with your nose. It’s hard to snap yourself out of it. You’d be so content to lie here for hours and revere every nook and cranny of him. 

But Joel’s shaking with anticipation, and you’re harder than you’ve ever been in your entire life. So you sink yourself lower into the mattress and crane your neck and lick one long stripe across his hole. 

“Jesus fuckin’– shit.”

His legs wobble, threatening to trap your face between them. 

“That okay?”

“Yes! Yeah, god… Didn’t think I’d like that so much.”

You’re able to hide your smirk from him, but you know he hears your dark chuckle. 

“Good. Just… relax, yeah?”

He hums in agreement. His hand stops fisting the sleeve of your shirt and smoothes it out instead. Something about it makes your heart pound harder and feel twice as heavy. 

Without the element of surprise, you’re able to coax his cheeks apart with your thumbs. You stroke the hairs there, finer than other places on his body, almost soft. You gently brush against his hole and it spasms under your touch. 

Beautiful. 

You don’t mean to say it out loud, but you do, and Joel huffs and tells you to shut up in the weakest voice you’ve ever heard come from him. But you yield. Your mouth has so much more to offer, anyway. 

His hole flutters against your tongue and you groan at the feeling of it. Already so eager for you. You flick against it, rapid, and then press flat to feel how he responds. It makes him whine, all hoarse and high-pitched. The sounds make you ache. You want to be inside of him so bad it’s bordering on painful. 

Joel shares the sentiment. You stiffen your tongue and he sucks you in, his tight rim squeezing around you. 

“Christ almighty,” he breathes. 

You chuckle against him. It almost sounds like he is praying; his voice is full of awe and begging for mercy. He chuckles too, though it’s choked and thick in his throat. It warms you, makes you feel floaty as you get back to lapping him up and spearing him on your tongue. 

He feels so good. He’s warm and soft, and becomes pliant so much quicker than you thought he would. He urges you on with weak little pleas, with the crude hitches in his breath. He even grinds down into you, begging, as some of his pre-cum dribbles onto your cheek. 

“More,” he says. 

It doesn’t register at first. You’re too busy trying to get your tongue as far into him as possible. But soon enough he says it again, louder and unmistakable. 

You wonder what you look like to him when you finally retreat from between his thighs. You can feel your own saliva drying on your cheeks and chin, feel your chest heaving like you’ve just run a goddamn marathon. 

“You want more?”

He just nods, and takes his cock in his hand. 

You’re overdressed, you realize. In too much of a hurry to get him where you wanted him that you didn’t even level the playing field. So you shed your clothes in haste, unceremoniously, wiping your mouth with your shirt before throwing it elsewhere, and wiggling out of your pants without much grace. But it doesn’t seem to bother Joel, your inelegance. In fact, the way he’s looking at you makes him look like he’s hungry, or possessed. It makes a whole new swath of flames engulf you. 

He sits up, and you want to protest, tell him to just take it easy, that it’s all about him. But he grabs you before you can even open your mouth. His big, calloused hand lands on the back of your neck and he kisses you. 

It surprises you, given where you had just been, and the fact that he’s never let anyone do that to him before. But he licks into you like a madman, like he wants to erase any trace of him from your mouth. 

It’s also impossible to hide how worked up you are, now. His other hand finds the evidence, your hard t-dick and the slickness right below it that trickles down your thighs. He growls, much more confident now, and gets a few quick strokes in before you’re pushing him back down onto your bed. His brow raises in question, and you tut at him.

“Not right now, big guy. This is about you.” 

His mouth is open, breaths puffing out fast and heavy. His eyes travel up and down your body again, so tangible that it makes you shiver.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, though.”

And out of all the things you’ve done so far, you may be more flustered than you’ve ever been before. Because usually he’s such a gentleman about it, calls you handsome, or a looker, or something equally as cliche and old-fashioned. But now it seems that all the push he needed to let his guard down was a hearty rim job. It’s excellent.

“Ditto,” you smirk, “but I’ve got plans for you.”

He hums, settles back down into the pillows. He watches as you lean over to your bedside table, curious, but not curious enough to ruin the surprise and take a peek. You just retrieve the lube anyways and settle down beside him. One last time before your hands get messy, you dote on him, swipe his hair off of his damp forehead and thumb at the bald patch in his beard. 

“You wanna take my fingers now?”

His mouth opens, but no words come out. He just nods and gapes at you. 

You readjust, get him to hike his opposite knee up and then slide his other thigh between your legs. You curse at the sweet pressure and friction, and he encourages you by pressing into you harder and groaning. You hand him the lube and in a team effort he pumps it out onto your middle and ring fingers. You notice his shaking hand, but you don’t comment once he reaches down to lift his package out of the way. Still just nervous. It’s endearing. 

“Just breathe, okay?”

He does, a slow breath through his nose, and his exhale tickles your forehead. You smile at him, and he smiles back, but closes his eyes when your fingers slip between his cheeks. 

You find it instantly, tight and quivering under the pad of your finger. He takes another breath, much quicker than the last, sucked through his nostrils in surprise. His head digs into the pillow under him now, and you apply gentle pressure until he finally lets you in. 

It’s just one finger for now, but he still gasps and digs his nails into your back. You kiss where you can reach easily, the smooth skin of his collar bone, and press deeper. You feel his forehead press against the top of your own. He clenches around your finger when you pull it out just slightly, and relaxes when you press back in. 

“That’s it,” you tell him. 

He whimpers, and you fuck him softly, just with one, just to get him used to the friction. You grind into his leg and bite the skin of his pec when arousal jolts through you. It feels fucking amazing, syncing the motion of your hips to the pace of your finger. You’re going to get to fuck him soon, and the anticipation only turns you on more. 

You tilt your head up to look at Joel. His eyes are closed, and his lips are pursed, like he’s concentrating. It would be cute if you didn’t have a raging hard-on for him. 

“How’s it feel, Joel?”

His breath catches in his windpipe when he tries to speak. He clears his throat. 

“Better than when I did it.”

You quirk your eyebrow. 

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm. You’re more gentle.”

That makes you laugh, and he chuckles too. You kiss him, just because you want to, like every single part of your body needs to touch his. And a little bit to distract him, because you slip a second finger into him. This time when he moans, you feel it against your mouth, right before his teeth sink into your bottom lip. 

His breaths are shaky with pleasure. You can feel it in the way starts to rock his hips, the way he starts to stroke his cock again. He pulls away from your kiss and his head rolls back and forth with his eyes closed tight. He’s mewling through every exhale, uninhibited, a string of vocal indulgence– needy. There’s a vein in his neck that’s engorged and obscene, but that’s not what you want to look at, however enticing it may be. He’s turned away from you, stuffing his face into the pillow, and that just won’t do.

“Don’t hide,” you tell him. 

He huffs, a high-pitched and weak noise sneaking out as his back arches. But he doesn’t turn back toward you. Cruelly, you press your fingers deeper and curl them, and your pillowcase falls from between his teeth as he cries out. 

“C’mon, I wanna see how good I’m making you feel.”

That does it. He whips his head back toward you and his brows draw together. 

“Fuck. It’s– s’good.”

He grinds down into your fingers and his mouth hangs open. You don’t let up, keep stroking against his prostate. He feels incredible around you, squeezing your fingers rhythmically. And he looks gorgeous, clearly stunned by this new discovery inside of him. When you glance down, he’s grasping the base of his dick, and it’s drooling down the shaft. 

“You take it so good,” you respond. 

He does. So open and accepting for someone so new. It’s got your chest feeling so sticky.

“Will you… fuck me?”

Your hand slows to a stop, still snug inside of him, but he continues. 

“Wanna feel it. Want you inside me.” 

And god, his eyes are so big and wide that you feel like you can see into his soul. He’s being so vulnerable, and for you. 

“You sure you’re ready?”

He just nods and tilts his hips, as if to prove a point. 

“I have to… y’know.” 

You tilt your head toward the bedside table, and he nods in understanding. You gently pull out of him, and his hips jolt when you slip from his heat, but he’s still watching you with so much… so much in his eyes that you can’t decipher any of it. 

All you know is now you feel awkward, all of a sudden. You wipe your hand on your discarded shirt, and then pull open your drawer, and it’s so annoying, honestly, to go through these next few steps. You feel like every second you take is wasting Joel’s heat and eagerness and arousal. 

But maybe you’re overthinking it. Because as you step into your harness straps, Joel’s gaze is focused and intense. He’s slowly jerking himself off as he watches you pull it up your legs and into place. When you work on securing the first buckle, he reaches out to hold it in place for you. 

It makes your breath catch in your lungs, the way his big, rough hands are so gentle as he helps you along. All the while his gaze makes you feel like he wants to eat you alive. Like this isn’t an inconvenience for him, like it doesn’t make you any lesser than. Like he’s into you, all of you. 

You retrieve your smallest cock. On the thinner side, only four inches, and you think it’ll be perfect for easing him into this. A breath shudders out of him when you’ve secured it through the o-ring and he looks you up and down. 

But then he’s moving, flipping onto his stomach and crawling to the edge of the bed where you stand. His eyes dance from your eyes, to your cock, and it’s like slow motion when his tongue peeks out to lick at his lips. When he looks back up at you, his puppy eyes are unbearable.

“You look so good. Been thinkin’ ‘bout it since our last date.”

It makes you throb, makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention. You don’t know what to say. 

“Can I suck it?”

“Shit,” you breathe, like the wind’s been knocked out of you, “you don’t have to.”

“Want to,” he mumbles. 

His hands find your outer thighs respectively, but he’s still looking up at you for permission. 

“Of course,” you tell him, threading your fingers through his hair, “go ahead.”

You take that last half-step toward him and he opens his mouth wide. He sticks his tongue out and maintains eye contact and it doesn’t look like he’s never sucked a dick before. In fact, it looks like he gets paid good money to do it on camera. Christ. 

He licks you first, just under the head, then swirls around it. He even places the gentlest kiss to the tip and it makes your heart flutter like his eyelashes do. He only closes his eyes when he wraps his lips around it and sucks, cheeks hollow, like a goddamn pro. 

And you can’t feel it, but you can feel it. You can feel him taking you, receiving you, wanting you, just as much as you want him. The way he slowly sinks down on it is grateful– devotion. 

He squeezes your thighs, and he goes as far as he can, until his nose presses against your belly and he’s gagging. Even then, he only pulls back a little, keeps you there in his mouth all safe and snug. It’s so much, maybe too much right now, on top of all this newness. 

You tug at his hair a bit, and let him bob up and down a few more times before you pull him off. 

His chest rises and falls, and those plush lips are so shiny, and if you don’t fuck him now you might just spontaneously combust. 

“I gotta fuck you, Joel.”

He hisses his approval and scrambles back onto the bed. 

“How do you want it? You call the shots.”

You stroke your silicone cock as he settles against the pillows again. He even readjusts one under his hips, and that’s enough answer for you to crawl back on top of him. 

“Wanna see you,” he whispers. 

Your heart palpitates at that, wicked and unruly in your ribcage, but you smile through the piercing feeling. 

“Me too.”

The lube is still on his side of the bed. You get between his legs; he spreads them nice and wide for you without you having to ask, presenting himself, totally surrendering to you. It’s becoming super real now, and your gut is starting to swell with that familiar, white-hot pressure. 

He startles a bit when your cock presses against his hole. You shush him softly and pet his thigh with one hand while the other squeezes lube out along the length of your cock. You let some drip onto his hole and spread it with your fingers. He sighs and moans and you feel him clench around nothing. 

“You ready?”

“Please.”

If you would have told yourself all those weeks ago that ‘Joel, 41, New to dating and to men’ would be on his back for you and begging to take your strap, you’d have laughed in your own face. But now, you sigh as the mushroom head catches on his rim. It’s fascinating to watch how he takes you, how he only resists for a split second before he accepts you in. And when you slip in, you really slip in. 

He pants and whines as you stop halfway. There’s a plea that hardly gets to leave his lips before you’re balls deep, just like that, thighs pressed to the back of his. His head is thrown back when you finally glance up, cock still rock hard, but his brows are drawn together and he’s holding his breath. 

“Okay?”

He nods. 

“Yeah, yes– shit.”

You watch his Adam's apple wiggle in his throat, and you’re not completely convinced. 

“Tell me if you want to stop.”

“I don’t.”

It’s the most commanding he’s sounded all night, and hits you hard right where it counts. 

Finally, you pull out and then thrust back in. It’s slow and it’s careful but that doesn’t keep it from feeling fantastic, euphoric, right. He keens, and it’s his enthusiasm that sends another shockwave through your nervous system. It’s doing it for him, and that does it for you. 

You keep your thrusts controlled, full of purpose, letting him warm up. You know you look ridiculous, your jaw dropped in awe as you stare down between your bodies. He’s taking your cock like it’s the easiest thing in the world, moaning for it. His hands tighten in the sheets beside him, and loosen, and tighten again. You feel so powerful knowing you’re the one that gets to give him this, that he wants it from you. 

“So full,” he mumbles. 

Your eyes snap back up to his face. He’s watching you, how your stomach tenses and your hips grind into him. You wish you could film him, and the way you disappear into him and stretch him wider than he’s ever been before, so he can see how incredible he is. 

“Good full?”

He huffs out a laugh and nods his head. 

“Can go faster.”

The way his voice sounds so broken and gruff makes you bite your lip. 

Humming, you obey, gripping his hip for leverage, and that alone makes him groan before you’ve even changed pace. You tip over him a bit, rest your hand on the mattress beside his neck so you can feel the heat radiate from his body. You press a kiss to his chest, and you’re not sure if that’s what makes him whimper, or if it’s the way you snap your hips into his for the first time. 

He curses, calls out your name in a broken moan. You’d be worried it’s too much too fast if it weren’t for the way he hooks his leg up around your hip. Now the angle is easier, lets you grind into him at a quicker pace. The pressure isn’t quite where you need it to be, too high up on your mound to press against your cock underneath. But the steady slapping into his ass sends enough vibration between your legs that it’s making you dizzy anyways. 

Your hips start to ache a bit from the effort, but the sounds he’s making help you ignore the twinges in your joints. He’s more vocal than he’s ever been, rhythmic whines and moans falling from his bitten lips like you’re fucking them right out of him. 

“You think you can come like this?” you ask him. 

You shove your hips into him harder, teasing a bit, and he shouts as his head knocks back against the pillow. 

“Tryin’ pretty hard not to.”

“Shit, Joel.” You press your face into the hollow of his neck and taste the salty skin there. “You don’t have to hold back. You’re taking me so good, you feel so fucking good.”

He whimpers, and you feel his hand snake between your bodies. Your rhythm falters a bit so you can pull back and give him room. His leg is still hiked up around your hip, so you grab him at the knee and push it toward his chest. He moans his approval, eyes shut tight, mouth hanging open, so you do the same with his other leg. This way, you can really pound into him, as deep as possible, and he loves it. You watch with unabashed heat in your eyes as you bounce him on your strap, as his hand works over his dripping cock in a blur of tan skin. 

“Haah– shit, shit, ah fuck.”

He sounds so fucking good. You encourage him to let it out, to let go, and he follows your commands so perfectly. 

“‘M gonna come, harder, fuck me, fuck me–”

You’re so close yourself, hearing him beg for you. Though your thighs are trembling, you fuck him harder, pull nearly all the way out every time before you piston back in. His face is all screwed up, eyes clenched tight and his bottom lip between his teeth until finally

He lets go. His jaw drops around a surprised shout, and his back arches, and he comes completely unraveled. He shakes with it as his cock shoots stripe after stripe of his release, up his chest, over his stomach, even his neck. You fuck him through it until his hand slows over his cock and his eyes open, nonplussed, and he’s whimpering and tapping out against your thigh. 

“So good, Joel. So fucking hot,” you praise him through labored breaths. “Gonna pull out slow, just relax.”

He does, as much as possible in his state, and as soon as his fluttering hole releases you you’re scrambling to release the buckles of your strap. It’s all you can do to push it low enough down your thighs that it’s out of the way. You half-collapse onto Joel, your face against his sternum as you jerk yourself off. It’s pathetic how little time it takes, just a few strokes and you’re babbling at him, eulogizing him as your orgasm flushes through your system. 

Then it’s just the sound of the both of your labored breaths, and the TV you forgot was even on in the first place. You let the afterglow wash over you like a gentle summer breeze, until you feel Joel’s stomach shake under your face. 

It shouldn’t surprise you, but it does. You know this is common, but it still sends you a bit on edge when you look up and Joel’s got his arm draped over his eyes. You see a teardrop trickling down the side of his face and scramble to pull yourself up and lie next to him. 

“You okay, Joel?”

He nods and takes a deep breath in. 

“Better’n okay. Dunno why–”

“It’s okay, I know. It’s a lot, isn’t it?”

He just nods under the comfort of his arm. 

“Happens to me, too, sometimes. It’s normal when it’s intense. Did it feel good?”

He laughs, all wet and thick, but he uncovers his eyes to look up at you. 

“So fucking good.”

You smile at him, gently place your hand on the side of his neck, and kiss away the salt water on his cheeks. He lets you with a dazed smile on his face, before he captures your lips with his own. 

You stroke at the sweat on his chest, at the trembling muscles of his stomach, until you feel him settle and fall lax against the mattress. You don’t go far, just enough to grab the towel you set up in your drawer. He watches you with lazy eyes as you clean him up, just enough to be comfortable lying here for a while longer before getting up for a shower. 

His breaths still come out shaky when you pull him to you, settle him right on top of your gooey heart. You stroke his hair, and he laughs at something on the TV, and you let yourself hope for a million more nights exactly like this one. 

[boypied]

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛

REED RICHARDS x M!READER

MDNI + FDNI, mature content ahead.

WARNINGS: passionate make-out, spit kink, choking, anal fingering (r!receiving), reed stretching his fingers.

SUMMARY: you had planned a romantic night in the bedroom for you and reed, but once he comes home, all stressed and exhausted, you think that the night will be a quiet one... that is until something changes.

You've been waiting all day for him. You made sure to clean the whole house, made him dinner, and even folded his laundry. Even brought yourself a new lingere set that perfectly cupped your cock and encapsulated your ass; which was his favourite part of your body. You hear his keys jingle in the lock as you wait by the door with his glass of champagne in your hand, it was a staple for him after work.

A small grin pulls at the corners of your mouth as Reed makes his way through the door, but it takes a couple of seconds for you to register how completely exhausted he looks. You follow along after him as he makes his way into the living room, falling down against the couch as he takes a deep breath “Are you okay?” You mumble out as you hand him the glass of champagne and he immediately downs it all before turning to face you “Yeah, just a long day at work.” he mumbles out through his gritted teeth.

Reed's notices something under your shirt and his eyes immediately lock onto it as he reaches, “...and what is this?” his tone suddenly changes when he realises what you're hiding beneath your shirt. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he slowly begins unbuttoning your shirt opening it up and showing off a brand new leather harness. Reed's eyes widen and his face suddenly lights up, “I thought that maybe we could try something new! ...but that was before you came home all exhausted.” You say softly to him with a quiet laugh.

Reed leans in closer and gently pecks your lips before leaning to the side to whisper in your ear, “I could never be too exhausted to do things with you... especially when you're dressed like that.” His tone suddenly seductive which completely has you weak in the knees.

He leans back in and begins gently kissing your lips, taking your bottom lip into his mouth and tugging on it which causes a quiet whimper to leave your mouth. “S-So, what do you wanna do?” You ask him in a breathy whine from his lack of touch and once he hears those words he can't help but smirk. Reed wraps his arm around your waist and he pushes you down against the couch, “I'm a giver...remember.” he mumbles in your ear before gently nibbling on it.

Reed continues nibbling away at your earlobe as he spreads open your legs and gets in between them as you wrap around his waist. Your eyes flutter around, struggling to focus on anything but the feeling of Reed's tongue against your ear. You reach down and frantically begin unbuckling your belt and wiggling down your trousers to reveal your jockstrap. Reed pulls back and looks down at your exposed body. He runs his hand from your chest to your groin, where he gently grazes his hand against your bulge, “It's been a while.” Reed mumbles out as he leans down to press a kiss on your chest.

Reed kisses down your body until he reaches your jockstrap where he bites down on the hem of it and seductively pulls it down your legs exposing your cock and sweet, sweet asshole. He drops it on the floor and stands up, towering above your body as you'd lay down on the couch, naked. Reed slowly starts stripping off his shirt, revealing his body to you, “tonight will be all about you.” he mumbles to you.

Reed climbs back onto the couch and lays his shirtless body against yours as he hikes up your legs, which shows off your perfect hole. With Reed's hand, he coats his fingers in his own spit and reaches down to gently rub against your hole while with his free hand, he puts his hand under your head so that you can rest on his arm while he stretches his fingers and they push into your mouth and you immediately start sucking on them, “that's my boy.” he coos out softly.

Reed's spit coats your hole, and he gently pushes against your hole as you open up slightly for him just enough for his two fingers to slip past your tight muscle ring and inside you, Reed curls his fingers slightly as your walls tighten around him, “woah! so tight.” he grunts out as he focuses on you.

“You look so sexy in your... leather harness” he mumbles into your ear in a low yet seductive tone, which sends shivers directly down your spine as your eyes focus on his. “Just for... YOU!” You gasp out as you feel Reed's fingers stretch further up inside of you, “D-Did you just...stretch?” You gasp.

Reed stays silent, but the smirk on his face is telling you everything you need to know. Quiet whines leave your lips until he stretches his fingers even deeper inside of you, moving completely past your sweet spot but deeper to the point of an unimaginable pleasure.

He continues stretching his fingers inside of you but not just in length, also girth. Reed's fingers are growing puffier and longer inside of you, sending pleasure to every single erotic zone in your body, and you can just handle it until you notice his free hand stretching down your body and he wraps it around your painfully hard cock, “Baby...mhm!” You whine.

The way his fingers are finding multiple new ways to edge you closer and closer to the edge was completely sending you into overdrive as well as the matching tightness of his fingers wrapped around your length completely sent you over the edge, “baby, I'm cumming!... A-AH!” You gasp out as Reed picks up the pace and you start shooting thick ropes of your cum all over his hand and your chest.

“WOAH!” Reed gasps out with a smirk on his face as the amount of cum that you shot out, “been some time, hasn't it baby boy.” he coos in your ear as you lay next to him breathing heavily, Reed's fingers pull out of your hole and stretch back down to normal size. He scoops up some of your cum and bring it up to his lips, tasting it. “I forgot how good you taste.” he mumbles in your ear before pecking your cheek. You look up at him slightly, “We h-have to do this more often.” You smirk and Reed just chuckles before pulling your body closer to him, holding you close.

Reed leans in closer to your ear, and you hear him giggling to himself, “I think I nutted in my underwear.” he rests his head against your forehead, and you just burst out laughing. Reed's face reddens from slightly embarrassment “Seeing you like that was just... on another level of sexiness.” he mumbles softly to you, and you can't help but smirk at him.

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[marrziy]

"Queria que ele me engravidasse 3 vezes me abandonasse sozinho e se recusasse a pagar pensão pros nossos filhos pra eu ir na casa dele fazendo barraco quebrando tudo e ele me puxar pelo braço me levar pra um canto e me engravidar pela quarta vez"

[foxviant]

Warm morning.

Summary: On a rare peaceful morning, Joel Miller clings to you in bed, finding comfort and refusing to let go for anything, not even coffee. Pairing: Joel miller x Reader. Word count: 1k Warning: Nothing, just fluff.

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The first thing you feel is warmth.

Not just from the sunlight spilling through the threadbare curtains, but from the heavy weight of Joel’s arm draped across your waist. He’s still asleep, breathing slow and steady, face buried somewhere in your shoulder like he’s trying to disappear into the blankets and you.

You try not to move. You’d rather stay here forever, tucked beneath the covers with the world shut out and Joel pressed against your back, solid and warm and so completely at peace that it makes your chest ache.

He doesn’t sleep much. Not really. So when he does, like this, you do everything you can not to break the moment.

Still, you can’t help the quiet smile tugging at your lips.

You shift slightly to glance at him, and that’s all it takes his arm tightens around you, pulling you even closer until your back is snug against his chest.

“Mm,” Joel grumbles, voice rough with sleep. “Where d’you think you’re goin’?”

“Didn’t say I was going anywhere,” you whisper, smiling into the pillow.

“Thought about it, though.” His voice is hoarse, slow, affectionate in that gruff, unmistakably Joel way. “Could feel it.”

You let out a soft laugh, hand reaching down to lace your fingers with his. “I was just trying to look at you. Thought you were still asleep.”

“Might’ve been,” he mumbles. “But then you moved.”

“You’re like a bear. One twitch and you wake up.”

“I ain’t that bad.”

You turn just enough to see him now his hair mussed from sleep, scruff rough along his jaw, eyes still half-lidded but warm and soft in a way he’d never admit to. You reach up and brush your fingers through his hair.

“You’re exactly that bad,” you tease gently. “But you’re cute when you’re sleepy, so I’ll allow it.”

Joel groans and presses his face into your shoulder again. “Don’t say shit like that. It’s too early.”

“You love it.”

He doesn’t answer, but you feel the smile against your skin.

The two of you stay like that for a long while, tangled in sheets, limbs knotted together like neither of you ever wants to move again. Outside, birds chirp faintly, and you hear someone shouting down the street, maybe traders setting up early. But none of it touches you here.

Here, in this bed, it’s just you and Joel. Eventually, you murmur, “You wanna get up? I could make coffee.”

He tightens his grip, pulling you impossibly closer. “Nope.”

“Joel—”

“Not movin’. Got you where I want you. Not givin’ that up for shitty instant coffee.”

You snort. “So you’re kidnapping me now?”

“Somethin’ like that.”

You shift to face him fully, your legs tangling with his, your hands resting on his chest. He lets you, watching you quietly, one hand drifting up to brush your cheek.

“Y’know,” he says after a moment, voice softer now, “never thought I’d get this again.”

You tilt your head. “What?”

“This. A bed. A quiet morning. Someone who makes me feel like…” He trails off, brow furrowing like the words are too big to say. “Like I ain’t just a survivor.”

You lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips. It’s slow, warm, and easy the kind of kiss that says I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.

“You’re allowed to have good things, Joel.”

He blinks at you, then lets out a soft breath and kisses you again, this time a little deeper. His hands slide into your hair, and when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re the best thing I’ve had in a long time,” he murmurs.

Your heart swells, but you try to keep your voice light. “You saying I’m better than coffee?”

“Hell yes, you are.”

You both laugh quietly, and the world outside fades a little more. He pulls you back into his chest, and this time you don’t resist. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent warm, earthy, familiar.

“Five more minutes,” you whisper.

“Take all the time you need.”

And in Joel’s arms, you do.

[ghostinboys]

— going out on a date with dbf!joel miller before he wrecks the absolute sh*t out of you when you get home <3

[slamminslamminmcgill]

omggggg imagine asking joel to choke you 🥺🥺🥺 can't stop thinking abt it

him being such an attentive top that he's always worried abt hurting you. he's got no problem pounding you until you can't stand up straight, but it's always in his subconscious to check in. he wants to know that you're really enjoying it, not just placating him or waiting for him to finish.

y'all're going at it in missionary when out of nowhere, you grab his bicep and squeeze, steeling your body against his.

he stops,

"y'alright, pumpkin? talk to me."

you hesitate, suddenly embarrassed by your train of thought. what if he's not into it? would he judge you? would it turn him off completely? what if he IS into it? welp, only one way to find out. fuck it. shoot your shot.

"can you, uh... can you choke me?"

you watch his expression change ever so slightly, not necessarily negatively or positively. his eyebrows raise, curving the wrinkles on his forehead upright, and you swear you can feel his thick cock pulsate inside you. he looks… taken aback, maybe. all he says in response is,

“run that by me again?”

you panic, and try backpedaling to spare some of your dignity.

"i-if you're not into it, it's fine, don't w—!”

"never said i ain’t into it,” joel interrupts you, “jus’ wasn’t expectin’ it.”

he lays his massive hand on your neck, cupping your throat, thick calloused fingers stroking your tender skin, threatening to squeeze.

“so you like gettin’ choked, huh pretty boy?”

you nod, close your eyes, bite your lip, and squeak out a pathetic little “mhm!”

joel swats your cheek with his other hand,

“look at me, whore.”

you open your eyes to see him hyperfocused, staring a hole into you.

“tell daddy what you want.”

and you do,

“choke me! please choke me, daddy, please choke me, please ch-ghkk!”

joel’s fingertips dexterously squeeze the sides of your neck, applying intense pressure and cutting off your airflow, but without crushing your windpipe. perfect form. he’s done this before. and in response, your cunt cinches around him. every muscle in your body tightens with the lack of oxygen. and joel relishes in it.

“fuck, oh, yeah, you got it…” he purrs, thrusting into you again, rutting his cock against your airtight, sloppy wet pussy walls, “that’s a good boy… *hiss* yeah, you fuckin’ love it, don’t you? crazy bitch… i’ll choke you whenever you like, ‘f it gets you to squeeze me like this... so fuckin’ good…”

[joelmiller-lover]

Truck drives and blowjobs

18 + warning

764 words , 3993 characters

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64951312

Joel took you everywhere, he made sure you and Ellie were always safe. So once you were all at Jackson, he felt like he lost a bit of his purpose. Ellie was safe, and you were too. He was just Joel in Jackson. Which is why he took on runs, anything to help out, make himself feel useful. He still enjoyed taking you on runs, this time was no different.

The older man got the truck packed while you grabbed some clothes. Joel wanted to fill the truck with supplies so you knew you’d be gone for a while. You made sure to give Ellie a kiss on the cheek before climbing into the passenger seat of the truck.

It had been a week and Joel was always driving, and when he wasn’t he was grabbing things or sleeping. You were on the way back to Jackson and you both needed energy. You leaned over Joel’s lap while he rambled about nonsense on how he didn’t find everything he wanted. Slowly you undid his belt, Joel’s head turning down to you “I- What the hell’r you doin’? We’re on the road” You lifted your head “Keep driving, I want to get to Jackson by tonight”

Joel shuddered but kept driving, trying to ignore the way your hands undid his jeans. Your lips pressed against the cloth around his dick, pre-cum already leaking. His hips bucked slightly as his breath shook “Fuck..” He muttered

After a bit Joel grew impatient, he needed your mouth so badly. He craved it. It had been a week since he felt your mouth, let alone anywhere near his cock. He was touch starved from going to sex daily, then nothing for a week. You caught onto his neediness, pulling his boxers down just enough for his cock to come out.

His tip was against your lips, the salty flavor of his pre seeping between your lips. His cheeks were dusted pink, head slightly back while he still kept his eyes on the road. He wasn’t worried about cars, but more so trees or railing or even infected.

Joel’s pubes brushed against your cheek while your hand made its way down his length. His breath hitched as he slightly swerved “Joel, calm down” You looked up, watching him nod with a sharp inhale. “Yeah- Yeah calm down”

You brought your head up to his tip, slowly licking. His soft groans filled the almost silent truck. He needed you, he hadn’t felt your touch recently which made him even more pent up. When you started licking up his shaft he tossed his head back, causing the truck to swerve a bit. He almost immediately looked back in shock, forcing his eyes to stay on the road. Even if it took everything to not look down at you.

Joel brought one hand to your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. He was trying his damndest to not buck his hips, he knew you’d kick his ass if he did. You gripped onto his boxers before pushing your head down all the way. As Joel felt you choke against his cock he let out a long string of moans, his grip tightening in your hair. “Holy- Fuck I can’t-“

Your saliva dripped from Joel’s cock to his boxers, not that either of you cared in the moment. He let go of your hair to grab a fistful of your ass, not caring if he left a few mark. He felt himself growing loose as your tongue coated his shaft, cheeks a bright red.

As Joel grew closer and your jaw ached, he just had to pull over, he was going to lose his mind. His whimpers filled the truck as he pulled into a patch of grass on the side of the road. He led out a string of nonsense as you kept bobbing your head, his pre leaking into your mouth.

“Wa..wait I’m close, I’m close-“ Joel’s grip on your ass grew tighter as he tossed his head back, moans of just your name and random curses filled the air as he came. You pulled away, swallowing and bringing a hand to your jaw “Fuck..”

It took Joel a bit before he composed himself again and was back on the road to Jackson. He kept a hand on your thigh, gently tracing shapes as they pulled into the gate.

Tommy stood, his brows furrowed and arms crossed, watching you two get out. “Y’all get everything?” He smirked as his eyes met yours “You’ve got a lil’ something on your lip”

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Pairing(s): Jensen Ackles x male reader x Pedro Pascal

You and Jensen have been together for a reasonable amount of time! Tons of love and affection plus mind-blowing sex. One night after a night of drinking, you were somewhat sober and brought up the idea of having a threesome. Jensen, instead of being upset at the thought, found the idea very hot.

He would love to see you moaning another man's dick and his too, of course. Wasn't going to be some random man, a trusted man, Pedro Pascal.

Jensen picked up the phone and called Pedro, asking the other man to come. He explained that he and you were open to the thought of a threesome, and Pedro didn't waste any time; Arriving in record time.

You didn't expect Jensen to instantly agree, but you weren't complaining. Not when two hunks of men were in front of you. Their rough hands roam your body as they take turns with your lips and neck. Their scruffy beards rub against your skin, soft moans and gasps leaving your mouth.

After a couple of minutes, you were on the floor sucking Jensen's cock while stroking Pedro's. The two men were kissing each other as they watched you suck their cocks. Their naked body heaving as they love the way your warm, wet mouth is wrapped around their lengths.

The two men took turns fucking your ass and mouth. Jensen was the first and Pedro had your mouth before switching. At one point, your boyfriend was fucking Pedro while Pedro was fucking you.

Pedro was definitely vers.

This continued for the rest of the evening. Wet squelching, moaning, the bed squeaking, and the cries of pleasure. The room smelt like sex, sweat, and cum. Both men painted your chest and face with cum before going for round two and filling your ass with thick ropes of cum. Your bodies are coated with sweat and cum, catching your breath.

You were fucked beyond belief. "Can we do this again?"

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