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attention all writers! tumblr is rolling out a new feature that allows our work to be used in ai training processes!

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PEDRO PASCAL Strange Way of Life

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PEDRO PASCAL — photographed by Stefan Ruiz for Solar Magazine

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dakarimainink · 9 months

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claim [dark!joel miller x f!reader]

summary: you've been driving Joel crazy for the last four days. and now you have something he wants. ratings/warnings: E [WILDLY dubcon/moving into noncon, somnophilia, oral sex, PIV, Joel has a very, very dirty mouth, dark Joel, guilty Joel, reader is kind of a menace, power dynamics] wc: 1.4k a/n: please go to @ezrasbirdie-updates for updates! Well here's this, which has been kicking around my google docs since April and i'm trying to clear my WIPs out. this shouldn't be this hot to me, but it is, and now you all have to suffer too. cheers!

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You’re asleep.

Fucking finally, you’re asleep. All day long you’ve prodded and poked, teasing him with wicked humor; brushing so close to him your tits graze his arm just enough that he can feel your nipples through your tank top.

You’re exactly why he doesn’t smuggle people, and if he didn’t need the cooperation of a certain FEDRA soldier for the rest of his work, he’d have told him to find someone else to move you.

Everything was fine on the first day. You’d been a little scared of the outside, taking your time to get your bearings.

Once you realized he wasn’t going to leave you for dead somewhere, you’d started to come around. Started to talk and tease him and flirt, even when he didn’t respond. Now you find every opportunity to push his buttons.

It’s making him fucking crazy.

The sleeping bags are almost unbearable in the thick, hazy summer air. He’d glared as you shimmied your pants off before slipping into yours.

“What if we gotta get up quick?” He’d said, looking resolutely away from your bare legs. You’d just rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m not sleeping hot, Joel. I’ll die in my panties if I gotta,” you’d said. You’re a goddamn nightmare.

But you’re asleep, and he’s not—he’s sweating his ass off instead. And that one bare leg sticking out of your sleeping bag isn’t helping him.

Joel can’t remember pulling his own sleeping bag right next to you, but he’s there. He’s two inches from your pretty, soft body, but he controls himself, closing his eyes until he hears a murmur next to him.

“What?” He asks, but you don’t answer. He opens his eyes just in time to watch you kick off the rest of the overstuffed cocoon and sigh, your body shimmering with sweat. He groans quietly, closing his hand into a fist to keep from reaching out to you.

His cock isn’t as much of a gentleman. It’s sprung to life, pulsing against his jeans and begging for attention.

A nasty voice in his head, the one he tends to shove down inside of himself, pipes up.

She’s been begging for it all day. And she owes you.

You stretch slightly, pushing your tits out like you’re arching up for him. Your legs part and he can see the outline of your lips.

She owes you.

He takes it.

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You’re all sweaty.

And wet. Your cunt is almost tender with the way it’s pulsing, aching for someone to touch it.

A thick, calloused hand wanders your body; shallow, uneven breaths hot against your ear.

Well, that didn’t take long.

As groggy as you are, you put all your strength into staying still. Let him believe you’re a very heavy sleeper—at least until he’s inside of you. Let him see your eyes open, wide with feigned shock.

He’s surprisingly gentle for someone groping a sleeping woman, ghosting over your nipples, and hovering like he’s trying not to pinch them. You keep your breathing even and slow, praying he doesn’t notice your heart rate picking up.

Joel slips his big hand under your panties, gentle as he passes over your curls and growling as his fingers slide through the sticky wetness of your pussy, gushing slick as he takes advantage of you.

“You need this so bad,” he grunts. “So lucky I’m here, sweetheart.”

If your eyes were open you’d roll them at this pathetic excuse of a justification.

You almost squeal when his soft, warm, thick tongue drags up your seam, groaning when he hits your swollen clit. He stops and you think he’s looking at you, checking to see if you’ve woken up.

Joel lets out a ragged breath when you don’t move, tonguing your before he pulls your panties down and slides a finger inside of you. You clench at the groan he lets out.

“That’s right, baby, that’s right. Goddamn, you sleep heavy,” he murmurs. He slides another finger in and makes the same noise, fucking you gently with both of them, pulling your legs open further, and repositioning himself between them.

“One more, sweetheart, one more for me,” he says. A harsh sigh emerges from you as he pushes a third digit inside of you.

It almost hurts.

You want it to hurt more.

Another sigh escapes your lips, followed by a low whine, but he’s either stopped paying attention, or he just doesn’t care.

He’s going to do whatever the fuck he wants to you.

You whimper again at the thought of him using you in whatever way he wants, a new wave of slick leaking from you and onto all three of his long, thick fingers. He buries them to the knuckle and curses at the way you flutter around him.

“Gonna take me so fucking good,” he slurs. The thrill of him being pussy drunk from your sleeping, helpless body goes straight to your cunt, an involuntary clench pulling his fingers further into you. He moans against your thigh, teeth brushing across your skin. “Bet I could make you so wet you’d let me fuck you with my whole fist, wouldn’t you? You nasty little thing. Bet you’d let me fuck your asshole, too, wouldn’t you? Could put in now with all this comin’ outta you.”

He pulls his fingers out, swift and sudden, and you feel so pathetically empty. “Knew you’d taste so fucking good,” he moans, an obscene slurp echoing in your ears.

Joel sits up, and you hear the clinking of his belt as his unbuckles; the zrrrp of his zipper making you clench around nothing. “You want this,” he says to himself. “You wanted this.”

And then you’re so full.

There’s no adjustment, no time to prepare, he’s just inside of you and growling, muttering “You wanted this” over and over as he hoists your legs up around his hips and pushes your shirt up to bare your tits.

You open your eyes as slow as you can, and he sees you just when he’s sheathed himself to the hilt.

“Joel?” You murmur as though you’ve just woken up, and watch every muscle in his face twitch as he freezes, eyes flitting from guilty to confused to defiant to guilty again. He’s waiting for you.

Suddenly he’s so interested in your cooperation. After a few moments of letting him sweat, which must seem like an eternity to him, your lips curl into a soft, sultry smile.

“Please,” you whine.

“You—dirty little thing—wanted my cock so bad—”

He’s so unrelenting, so demanding, fucking you and fucking you and fucking you so hard that you can’t speak at all. You don’t bother keeping it down, your moans bouncing all over the patch of land you’d camped on until he leans down and presses his hand over your mouth.

“Shut up,” he grunts, but you don’t. He doesn’t mean it like that. “Those are mine. Mine.”

You snake your hand between your bodies to seek more direction pressure. All you’ve been dreaming of for days is to come around his cock.

“Make yourself come, darlin’, come on, let me feel that pussy come,” he grits out.

It’s a dream, that orgasm, the stars behind your eyelids melding with the midnight sky. You’re shaking around him, choking his cock inside of you, and he takes his hand from your mouth and swallows your cries with his lips instead.

“You wanted this,” he murmurs over and over.

“Joel, Joel please come, please, please, I need you to—”

He gives a few more hard, sloppy thrusts and pulls out. Warmth splashes over your mound as he finishes hunched over and snarling.

His head drops to your chest, shuddering and panting as he comes down from his high.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. You run your fingers through his sweaty hair, and he leans up to kiss you again, cautiously this time, looking at you with soft brown eyes. He's gone from big bad wolf to bunny rabbit.

“What is it?” You sigh, sliding your thumb over his trembling bottom lip.

“You wanted this? I did this right?” He asks, shaking his head. “Don’t know what…”

“I wanted it,” you assure him, smoothing the worried crease between his eyes with your thumb. “You know I did.”

“I…”

“I wanted you to take it.”

He nods again and kisses your sternum, nuzzling his nose between your breasts.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs as he kisses you. You smile to yourself.

Sure he is.

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