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Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
#joel miller x reader#pedro pascal#thank you so much for sharing ❤️#appreciate you and your support#jobean12 reblogs
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Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
#joel miller x reader#joel miller#thank you so much for sharing ❤️#appreciate you and your support#jobean12 reblogs
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Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
#joel miller x reader#pedro pascal#thank you so much for sharing ❤️#appreciate you and your support#jobean12 reblogs
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This is it. This is really what you need sometimes and to have that special person is everything❤️
Could use a cuddle with Bucky. 😭
Me, too, nonnie.
Open Your Eyes
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You aren't ready to face the day.
Word Count: Over 700
Warnings: Slight angst, comfort, insecurities, doubt, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: For @flashfictionfridayofficial 's prompt: Open Your Eyes. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
It was difficult to rise and meet the day. Heavy were the burdens and challenges that awaited you. As much as the rays of sunshine beckoned for you to get up as the warmth touched your face, you refused to budge. Staying in bed was comforting. Easier.
If sleep gave life to your dreams, why face reality?
Why did you have to get up?
“Open your eyes.”
You wished you could explain why it hurt to do so. Why it felt like you might break if you tried. You wanted some sort of relief. Answers to questions you hadn't begun to ask. You wanted to regain some sense of control and not feel like the build up inside of you would explode.
Would it be so wrong to let it out?
“Please,” the gentle voice urged, patiently waiting.
A man who would wait forever for you if you asked.
A pair of blue eyes bore into yours when you finally complied with his command. His loving gaze lifted some of the weight that settled in your chest. His smile alleviated it more, making it easier to take your next breath. He was one of the reasons why facing reality was better than any dream.
“There she is,” he whispered, cupping your cheek as you blinked the remaining sleep away. “Hey.”
“Hey, Bucky,” you whispered back, leaning into his touch before he brought his hand to your waist and pulled you closer. “You’re here.”
You half expected him to be on the floor with a pillow and sheet. Sleep wasn't easy for him to come by, especially on the nights when nightmares plagued him. He tossed and turned and had a hard time getting back to sleep when he abruptly woke up. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb your slumber.
But you did your best to ease him through by being there. You took care of him. And some days he took care of you. Give and take. That’s what relationships should be.
“I’ll always be here when you wake up,” he said when your eyes misted over. He pulled you closer, a look of desperation crossing his face when he saw your tears. “Are you okay?”
Words died on your tongue as you opened your mouth. You wanted to tell him you didn't know why today felt so heavy, but his presence made it better. You wished you could explain why you were pulling apart at the seams, but that his touch helped stitch you back together. He helped you without trying.
When you were wide awake later, you’d remind him of how much you appreciated him.
“I don't know,” you answered.
He let out a breath. It was an answer he usually gave you, not the other way around. “Come here.”
He pressed a kiss on the top of your head when you laid it against his chest. You held him like this from time to time. You’d urge him to listen to the beat of your heart as you ran your fingers through his hair. It calmed him.
Like the steady beat of his heart calmed you.
But fear crept in like a slow poison when he gave you no reason to feel that way. It infected your confidence and securities with doubt. What if you were too much for him? What if he chose to walk away? Falling in love could feel terrifying when you didn't know where you’d land.
As if he sensed your insecurity, he placed another kiss to the top of your head and renewed your faith that you’d be there to catch each other.
“I love you and I’m thankful I have you by my side,” Bucky said, further affirming that he wouldn't give up on you for any reason.
Just like you’d never give up on him.
“I love you and I’m thankful for you, too,” you said, a tear sliding down your cheek before you hid your face in his chest. “But can we stay like this a bit longer? I know we need to get up, but I’m not quite ready.”
“We can stay here as long as you’d like,” Bucky promised.
And when you were ready, you'd face the day together.
Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
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This is amazing. You brought this character to life so fully and so hauntingly. I really liked the fact that reader didn’t have much to say. I think it played well with Feyd! So well done!👏🏻❤️
A Rose By Any Other Name
Feyd Rautha x f!Atreides!reader
a/n: My first Feyd fic but hopefully not my last. I’m down so bad for this psychopath (affectionate). I want to remain respectful of Austin Butler but he makes it so hard as Feyd 😵💫 Anyways, shoutout to my baby Lana @zaldritzosrose for being my beta and hype person 😘 & for the reader discretion banner! Fic banner made by me using Canva with images from Pinterest. Divider from @firefly-graphics.
tags: feyd rautha (he’s a warning himself), soft!dark as god intended him to be, dark fic, 18+, capture at hands of enemies, loss of family, alludes to war, alludes to family deaths, spoilers for Dune 2, drugging, bondage (not the sexy kind), mentions of nakedness, crying, Harkonnens 🤡, manhandling by enemies, dislike for House Atreides, non-consensual touch, fear, grief, themes of emotional trauma, forced boot kissing, forced starvation, spit kink if you squint, master-pet dynamic, use of petnames (little rose, pet), non-con smut/dub-con smut, belly bulge kink, blood kink, mild Stockholm Syndrome, mentions of murder and blood, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, some canon divergence
Read on AO3 here.
You shivered as Harkonnen guards threw you into a small shadowed room and locked the door. Only a narrow beam of light from the harsh sun of Geidi Prime was allowed onto the circular dirt walls. Your tears had long ago dried into salty streaks across your cheeks and the hunger and thirst had turned into dull aches inside your weakened body.
They had drugged and bound you while they had taken you to their infernal planet. The nightgown you had gone to sleep in was now nothing but rags around your frame where it had once been one of your most coveted garments.
The last memory of your uncle, stripped of his regalia and at the mercy of his cruel enemy, played repeatedly in your head. The Baron had instructed his men to transport you to their home planet, taunting your uncle that you would be the last of his line, kept as a reminder of their conquest. That meant your cousin was already dead. And your uncle would be killed in that room, paralysed as he was.
No one would come to save you.
Every now and then low whines and grunts escaped you as you tried to shift into a comfortable position. But there was no relief to be had and you drifted in and out of consciousness with no concept of time in the claustrophobic space.
Vaguely, you wondered what the Baron had in store for you, the thought alone enough to break you into wailing sobs.
Baron Vladmir Harkonnen watched with glee as his younger nephew butchered the last of the Atreides soldiers. The other one had disappointed him but Feyd: he was primed for harder tasks, a warrior to his very last cell and thirsty for glory.
The Baron may not be known for mercy but he did have his favourites. And he knew just what to reward the young Harkonnen with to incentivise him further to recover the spice trade his brother had so terribly bungled.
It was his birthday after all. The boy deserved a little treat, didn’t he?
Not even all your readings on their race and customs had prepared you to face the Harkonnens.
The stark contrast of pale skin and hairless bodies alone made you feel like an alien. The serving women were quiet and subservient, eyes downcast even as they had maneuvered you out of your tattered fabrics and into a shift of blue so dark it was almost black. No shoes were offered to you and instead you were quietly marched through the corridors.
The soldiers assigned to watch you were as stout and looming as the ones who had brought you here, their faces weathered from battle, features round and deep set. After walking through what seemed like endless black corridors, two of them held the doors open to a room while a third grabbed your upper arm and hauled you inside, sending you flying forward.
You landed painfully on your hands and knees, a pair of black boots swimming in your vision.
The sound of liquid gurgling reached your ears and you turned around to see a thin blade embedded in the throat of the guard that had just manhandled you.
A short scream left your lips.
“Next time you’ll be careful with my present,” a voice grounded out as the other guards tracked the dying one out of the room.
The heavy doors closed with a resounding echo and you sniffed and shuffled on the floor, too scared to look up and find out who the owner of the boots was, as they began to circle you.
The voice hummed.
“Filthy.”
The single word had you closing your eyes and you tried to swallow against the fear rising in your throat.
Fingers grasped onto the back of your shift, easily lifting you to your stumbling feet.
“You’re the one they call the Rose of House Atreides…tell me, are all roses so withered?”
Something in his tone compelled you to obey but the most you could do was shake your head. You still did not dare lift your eyes and see his face.
Obviously, this was no ordinary Harkonnen.
His grip disappeared from behind you and you staggered in place but just as quick as they had gone, his fingers were now threaded through your matted hair.
You shuddered at the gentleness with which they passed once, twice through your tresses, getting caught on the knots there, knowing that it was merely a facade.
“What a peculiar little thing you are,” he mused with mock wonder, as he stepped in your direct line of sight and your heart clenched beneath your ribs.
He was beautiful.
High cheekbones framed dark orbs, brow devoid of any hair. Plush lips were stretched into a predatory smile. He was a good foot taller than you, regal shoulders hiding beneath the dark material he wore. A linked chain denoting his status was draped proudly over his muscular chest.
A perfect specimen molded to be a deadly weapon.
His hands snaked their way lower, one wrapping around your arm and squeezing tight, the other poking you between the ribs, on your stomach, wherever he liked.
“Did they not feed you on Caladan, little rose?”
The condescension dripping from his words made you whimper and look away but he would have none of that.
“Do you know who I am, pet?”
You looked up at him, startled, and shook your head.
“I am your new master.”
He stepped closer, grinning maliciously and you gasped at his bared black teeth, never having seen anything like them before.
“I am the heir to House Harkonnen, Na-Baron Feyd Rautha.”
Tears sprang to your eyes as the truth of your predicament washed over you and your body shook in his arms.
“It is a high honor to belong to me, pet. The women here would tear each other to pieces just for the chance.”
Thick digits grasped your chin causing you to wince in pain as he tilted your head so that you were forced to meet his gaze.
"You should be thanking me," he spat out venomously, expression shifting quicker than lightning.
His eyes flitted across your features before he was shoving you to the ground, forcing you lower until you were doubled over at his feet.
“Show me how grateful you are,” he sneered, “and I might show you some mercy.”
A single boot edged into the space near your lips.
“Kiss.”
A shocked squeak liberated from your lips and his nails dug into your skin even more, leaving half moon indents in their wake.
“Do not make me ask again or you’ll wish you were dead.”
This time your tears flowed freely and you wondered how your body was even capable of producing them. You gave in to his demands and pressed your mouth to the leather, your insides balking at the taste and smell.
You had barely lifted your head before the other boot was pushed forward as well.
“Now the other,” he instructed as if speaking to a child.
You obeyed, too fearful of what he would do if you strayed.
“You’re obedient for an Atreides…” he murmured.
At the mention of your family name you squeezed your eyes shut.
“But you’re not an Atreides anymore, are you? Do you know your place now?”
You could only tremble in place, fear and grief seizing your whole body.
A disapproving hum sounded from above you.
“I don’t think that you do.”
His hold on your hair this time was iron tight, Feyd pulling you closer with his fearsome strength, lips only inches from your chapped ones.
“You are mine! Mine to kill, mine to keep, mine to break,” he roared and you cried out in pain, hair tearing in his clutch.
“Say it!”
“Yours,” your voice came out as a thin rasp, more akin to metal grating on rock and he frowned.
“I can’t hear you, pet.”
“I’m yours,” you tried again but it came out as a cough.
In your mind you were begging every god you knew that this nightmare would end but none listened.
He looked at you thoughtfully for a moment before walking towards a table, dragging you along, your bare feet skidding against the stone floor. Grabbing a goblet from the surface, he took a large swig. His other hand grabbed your cheeks forcing your lips apart and he spit the dark liquid into your mouth.
“Swallow,” he ordered and you were left with no choice but to obey, moaning at the sensation of wetness against your tongue after what felt like weeks but had only been a few days.
“Now, tell me again and this time you better make it count.”
You took deep, deliberate breaths before trying again.
“I b-belong to you.”
Your lips wobbled, the harshness in his gaze making your heartbeat stutter and your eyes closed accepting whatever punishment he would dole out.
“That’ll do for now.”
Relief made your muscles sag at his words and finally he let you go, allowing you to struggle as you tried to balance on your disused muscles.
“I see I have my work cut out for me.” A blade appeared in his hand practically out of thin air and he pressed it to the pulse in your throat, forcing you still. “You’ll need to be trained properly.”
Sharp pain shot through your body and belatedly you realized that he had made a long, thin cut across your collarbone.
Feyd leaned down and suckled greedily at the wound, your body arching into his waiting hands.
He withdrew slowly, a saccharine smile gracing his face, lips painted with your blood.
“All that delightful fear,” he nosed eagerly at your hairline, making you whine, the stark contrast of his gentle touch and dark words making you lightheaded.
The cloying smell of metal hung in the air around you.
“I think you’ll do just fine, little rose.”
Feyd placed a gentle kiss against your ankle and gave an experimental roll of his hips, low whines escaping your lips from the feeling of fullness. He liked to have you on your back so he could watch the swirl of shameful desire in your eyes, wild hair framing your face.
“There…do you feel that, my pet?”
One hand pressed forcefully down on your abdomen, fingers fanning out possessively and your body keened into his touch as you groaned.
“Has any man ever had you like this?”
He chuckled under his breath, amused by his own joke knowing he was the first to defile you.
And he would make sure to be the last.
You shook your head out of habit, agile fingers wrapping around your throat in a silent command and you managed to breathe out a raspy “no”.
Feyd lowered his face, devouring your lips in a lewd kiss.
“Good pet,” he praised, thrusting harder, making your eyes roll back from a mix of pain and pleasure. “Only your Baron can have you, isn’t that right?”
Moisture seeped from the corners of your eyes at the reminder of his ascension and how he had gotten there: by letting his uncle get slaughtered and then defeating your cousin, your only remaining family, in a fight to the death.
The tang of metal invaded your mouth and you realised he had bit right into your bottom lip, sucking on it bruisingly while his fingers hardened in a ring around your throat.
Short, strained screams burst forth from you with every strong push of his hips and he burrowed even closer into your spent body, nearing his release.
His hips stuttered as his thrusts grew more shallow. One arm snagged your other leg and forced it to wrap around him, only serving to drive him deeper into your core, the friction against your clit growing unbearable.
“Go on. Fall apart for me, little rose.”
You tipped over the edge without even wanting, body already trained to follow your master’s beck and call.
Feyd’s pace picked up for a short few seconds and then he too was spilling between your warm walls, his seed coating the abused muscles.
He panted into your mouth as he caught his breath, your entire being encapsulated by his hunched form until you knew not where he ended and you began.
“You fought well, pet.”
His thumb traced the red welts he’d left along your neck.
“And you sang so prettily for me.”
A tender kiss was pressed upon your brow.
“When my uncle first gave you to me, all I saw was an Atreides I’d want to kill,” his tongue swiped across your cheeks, tasting the salty tears. “But I have to admit, I much prefer you as my little darling.”
As a manic smile spread across his features, you silently resigned yourself to your new reality as his favoured pet: the pool of blood of his old concubines in which he had just taken you apart serving as a sinister affirmation of his words.
a/n: It felt right to have minimal dialogue for this reader but I would love to hear your thoughts about this or the fic in general. Thank you for reading 💜
Another thank you to @zaldritzosrose for this beautiful wonderful aesthetic too 💜💜 forever in awe of your talent and friendship 😭
everything tags: @harrysthiccthighss @pandaxnienke @galens-mistress @littlelioncub43 @purple-babygirl @alittlegiraffee @floral-recs @thefallenbibliophilequote @rach2602 @filthy-gorgeousfeyd
#aquawrites#aqua the author#feyd rautha#nabaron feyd rautha#feyd rautha x reader#dune 2#dune fanfiction#dune part 2#austin butler fanfiction#feyd rautha harkonnen
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Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
#joel miller x reader#joel miller#thank you so much for sharing ❤️#appreciate you and your support#jobean12 reblogs
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Thank you so very much! So glad to hear this and sending lots of love back your way! Have a lovely weekend! Hugs❤️❤️❤️
Hi I’m a tiny voice but I just wanted to give sooo much love to the writers on here! Words can’t say how much you all mean. Here’s just a handful I love ❤️
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Just here saying you all doing what you do makes life worth living and gives so much joy! I’m so glad I found these pages ❤️❤️❤️❤️
(There’s so many more also so feel free to tag any)
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@tripletstephaniescp I so get it🫠and hehehehe I take full responsibility!!! 😇😏thank you so much my love🩷🩷
Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
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@laprofesoratinacita OH ME THREE! 🤭😇thank you so much love❤️
Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
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@axshadows I wanna live there🫠thank you so much darling🩷
Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
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Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
#joel miller x reader#joel miller#thank you so much for sharing ❤️#appreciate you and your support#jobean12 reblogs
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@cemmia thank you so much sweetness💕
Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
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Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
#joel miller x reader#pedro pascal#appreciate you and your support#thank you so much for sharing ❤️#jobean12 reblogs
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Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
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Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
#joel miller x reader#pedro pascal#thank you so much for sharing ❤️#appreciate you and your support#jobean12 reblogs
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Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
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Take a Little Ride
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Word Count: 752
Summary: Joel gives you a little somethin' before you go out.
Author's Note: I have no idea what timeline this would be set in- but who really cares- because there isn't much plot. It's all about sitting in this man's lap and riding that deliciousness that's always popping out between his legs. My sweet friend @weekendgothgirl sparked this inspo with a little post she sent my way and I needed to write this because I can't stop thinking about it. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: sexy and sweet, dry humping, a curse or two, Joel knows exactly what he's up to...
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
“Leavin’ already?” Joel asks quietly when he hears your shoes click along the floor.
“I have a few minutes,” you answer as you place your phone in your bag and set it by the door.
“Good,” he hums and calls you over with a pat to his thigh.
You sashay around the couch and stop in between his spread legs. His causal position on the couch doesn’t change, one arm draped over the back and the other resting along his leg, but his eyes instantly blaze with heat as they sweep over you from head to toe.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t let you leave the house.”
“As if you could stop me,” you shoot back, lip caught between your teeth.
The corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk and he slowly sits forward to curl his hands into the skin just below the hem of your dress. His thumbs draw lazily circles on your inner thighs as his fingers move higher in a teasing manner. When he has your ass in his hands he drags you closer and pulls you down onto his lap.
His eyes are bright with challenge as his grip tightens.
“Is this your attempt to keep me home?”
Your question is whispered against his lips and when one large hand glides higher, splayed fingers tracing the curve of your spine, your body melts along with your reserved efforts.
His mouth covers yours, his tongue skating across your lips, parting them, and pulling a soft whimper from the back of your throat.
The kiss is claiming, leaving no room for protest. Then, he brings you down to meet the bulge between his legs, his hips working in a steady rhythm to grind against your panties.
You place both hands on his broad shoulders and rock yourself over him again. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes with a pained expression.
“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart,” he grates along your lips, his breathing heavy.
Your mouth brushes his with a whispered plea and you relish the feel of his beard scratching along your delicate softness.
“Joel,” you whine.
You lift your hands and dig them into his thick, tousled mane of brown curls. His hands slide down the curve of your body to your thighs, rough calloused fingers stroking your soft skin as he rolls his hips with a choked curse.
The rigid fly of his jeans drags along the center of your dampening panties and he buries his face in your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat until he finds your bottom lip and bites down.
Your gasp of pleasure is swallowed by his mouth but you continue to squirm in his lap, searching for the friction you need.
“Do it again Joel.”
Jaw tight, he holds you down and rocks his hips repeatedly until your panties are clinging to damp flesh and you’re chanting his name through parted lips.
The rush starts and you can feel your stomach tighten. He works you harder, his eyes locked on your face.
“Oh my god, Joel. Don’t stop. Please.”
Your body trembles with your release and he continues moving his hips, dragging out the pleasure until you’re wrapped around him, holding tightly to his neck as you catch your breath.
“Joel,” you pant before laying your head to his shoulder.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.
He cradles you against his chest until your breathing evens out.
Your hand slides through the open buttons of his shirt and down to his belt buckle but he grabs your wrist before you can get it open.
You sit back with a pout.
“You’re goin’ to be late angel.”
“But…” you whine and wiggle in his hold.
When the strap of your dress falls loosely from your shoulder he glides his fingers up your arm, slow and delicate, to grab the thin fabric and slide it back up. Goosebumps erupt along your skin and you shiver in his arms.
“Tonight,” he murmurs before pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then your neck.
He helps you stand from his lap, your dress still hiked up over your hips, and leans closer to wedge his hand between your thighs and push them open. The wetness on your panties is clearly visible and he licks his lips.
“I’m goin’ to be thinkin’ about this until you get back home to me angel. Then I’m going to have you every way I want you.”
@hiddles-rose @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50
#joel miller x reader#pedro pascal#thank you so much for sharing ❤️#appreciate you and your support#jobean12 reblogs
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