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pascalsbby · 10 months

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Summary: 2.3k/ f!reader, dark!joel, dbf!joel, brat tamer!joel

“Truth is, he’d been waiting for your mouth to form his name all day. He knew you’d be here, always were on the fourth regardless of what boy you were running around with or what was happening in college. This time you were here for good. Or for a while, until your daddy caught on to your problem.”

Warnings: 18+ mdni, SMUT, age gap, joel masturbating, dominate & aggressive joel, unprotected p in v, slight stalker!joel, pet names, praise kink, dubcon, he talks you through it, tells you what to do- the usual pure filth

Notes: In honor of 420 followers + no work tomorrow, here is a 4th of July, neighbor dbf!joel, quickly written and poorly looked over one shot. Love you!

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It was entirely too hot to be prancing around outside in that too-tight dress, pretending you missed all your daddy’s other friends- ignoring Joel purposely. Punishing him, swaying those hips towards every other man but him.

Then, you’re bending down to pick up the cornhole bags with no regard to his wandering eyes. Giving the guys hell for throwing them at you while you were walking behind the boards. Wearing red panties, white socks.

You return the bags to who they belong to, and suddenly you’re hanging off Tommy’s collar. Laughing at some dumb joke he’d probably muttered.

He offers you his beer, you take it with a giddy smile. “Oh, Tommy,” you giggled, singing his name.

How fuckin’ rude.

It was Joel’s turn. He’d seen enough of everyone else getting your attention. He walked towards the two of you, catching your gaze and holding it, intensely.

“Hi there, little lady.” Little? Hardly. At least where it mattered. But it slipped out of his mouth, more as a warning to how you were acting than anything else.

“Saved the best for last, did you?” He stepped closer, hand engulfing a beer bottle.

He nudged Tommy, fuck off.

His beard had taken on a tinge of gray, hugging his jawline and accentuating the strong contour beneath it. Wrinkles traced his neck, along with a permanent frown between his eyebrows. His skin was darker than last summer, he’d been outside working on his truck. His crow's feet had deepened with time, age.

"Hey, old man,” you dared step even closer, patting him on the back, “Feelin’ okay? I’ll go get your rocker if you need me to,” you teased.

“Long day for you, almost time for fireworks and then we can tuck ya into bed.” You continued, grinning. He could tell this is the reaction you wanted.

Teasing had always been your nature, kissing his cheek before running your fingernails against his back as you hugged hello, pressing your hips closer to his when saying goodbye. The sighs you would quietly let out as his ear passed your mouth.

You use to leave your blinds slightly ajar at dusk, enticing him to peek through and catch a glimpse of the show you put on, from the comfort of his own home. Most of the time he watched you apply lotion, focusing on your pretty, heavy tits.

A few hours later he’d see you mosey out, around 11pm, rolling and cursing cause it doesn’t turn out like you want it to. You end up smoking it anyways on the back porch.

You never could get your joints to light on the first try, either. Something else he added to his list.

He would watch your shoulders relax, your gaze follow the lightening bugs; the cicadas quiet for the frogs. Then you would dizzily sneak back in.

You started that a few years ago, picking up weed from some ex you’d brought from school one summer.

Joel imagined what your soft insides would feel like completely stoned, fucking in and out of your wetness. Sometimes he’d dip into his stash and smoke after you, using his hands in place of your mouth… your cunt.

It became a habit.

“Joel?” You asked. He stopped imagining your pussy kissing his cock.

Truth is, he’d been waiting for your mouth to form his name all day. He knew you’d be here, always were on the fourth regardless of what boy you were running around with or what was happening in college. This time you were here for good. Or for a while, until your daddy caught on to your problem.

“So you’re nice n’ graduated huh? Pretty and smart. Always knew you were gonna be somethin’,” he smirked. His eyes wandered lower than your lips. This time he didn’t stop. He was starting at your nipples through your dress, poking so pretty against the white material. They’re pierced.

Fuck. That’s new.

“You know what they say,” You leaned into him further, moving higher on your tippy toes to be face to face with him- almost.

“Mm, and what’s that?” He muttered, playfully.

You moved your hair behind your ear, looking deeply into his eyes, welcoming him in.

You want me so bad, he thought.

Then you brake his trance, and answered as if it was your turn to embarrass him. You backed up and talked in a normal-toned voice now.

“I don’t fuckin’ know, you’re the one who told me college wasn’t gonna make me any smarter. Step it up, old man- you’re fallin’ behind.”

God damnit, you were a fucking brat. And he knew it was wrong his cock hardened beneath your smart ass words.

But it didn’t stop him from indulging regardless.

He’d heard stories about you all over town since you got back. It’s been four weeks and you were already making a name for yourself, becoming a town problem.

“‘Ya know Dan’s little girl? A slut, apparently. Sheriff caught ‘er down at the lake with Andrew’s boy, said he’d call her daddy if it happened again.”

Stories of whose son did what to you when. This was a small town, and he knew you knew that.

Before you could pull completely away from him, he walked up beside you and leaned into your ear, tickling your hair falling against it.

“Be more careful who you’re suckin’ dick around, pretty. People talk.” He whispered.

You huffed at him, ready to protest but he continued, “Wouldn’t want your daddy knowin’, would ya?”

Embarrassment reddened your cheeks, eyes faltering with surprise for a moment.

“Mr. Miller, if you wanted to fuck me, you should have just asked.” You dared, saying it loud enough to make his entire body stiffen, he looks around to see if anyone heard. Then he shakes with anger at how fuckin’ stupid you’re being. No one else heard over the chattering and screaming kids, throwing snap pop fireworks onto the shimmering concrete.

Now would be a good time to teach her a lesson. No one’s listenin’ to the loud noises around them, all engulfed in their own happenings. No one would be lookin’ for her.

He’d had enough of you trying to put his reputation on the line. He reaches out, snags your arm and pulls you closer to him, forcing you to walk by his side towards the house. His body heat is radiating off of you.

It’s better he teaches you now, rather than someone else worse down the line.

“We’re gonna go inside and you’re gonna let me teach you somethin’,” he says through his teeth, leaning down into your ear, “first thing you’re gonna learn is silence, baby. Don’t say a fuckin’ word while you bend over that bed for me.” He pointed his eyes towards you with a nod. “Got it?”

He waited for confirmation.

“Oh sure, Joel,” you mocked, “whatever you want.”

“You’re just not gettin’ it are you?” He spat.

He’s pulling you up the stairs now, back door slamming. Everyone’s out back getting ready for the fireworks, setting out blankets and calming the children. There isn’t much light to see who is missing and who isn’t.

In front of you are Joel’s broad shoulders, left arm hanging behind him as his biceps flex from dragging you with him. He looks impending, massive, from the view you have a couple stairs down.

His grip stings, your hand starting to lose feeling. He hasn’t said a word the entire time you two have been in the house. Grunting here and there at the weight of you, not letting you move at your own pace.

The fun was gone.

“You’re scaring me, Joel.”

“Good, pretty girl. Someone needs to.”

He knows the exact path to your room, and he takes you there before busting the door open and throwing you inside behind him. He closes the door with one push of his arm.

The release of his grip knocks you to the floor in front of your bed. You catch yourself, wincing in the thud your body had made.

He didn’t apologize for it, he didn’t even help you up. He put his back against the corner of the room and was looking at you, waiting, arms crossed behind his back.

He wanted you to bend over.

His breathing was heavy and his eyes set a little lower, darker. You got up on your knees, facing him. Face red, your tears were starting to form out aggravation of how Joel was treating you, but also the tickle in your mound.

You locked eyes with him, shuffling close enough to him to reach out and unbuckle his belt. He let out a breathy chuckle, laughing at how pathetic you look- compared to your confidence from earlier.

You did what he asked, demanded, and stood up to bend yourself over your childhood bed. You spread your legs, allowing the air to hit your pussy, then your tight ring of muscle before he spit down on it, turning hour over so you’re on your back, centering himself to you.

“That’s right. Let me feel it, pretty.”

He didn’t even do you the favor of one finger to stretch you out a little. He sheathed himself into completely.

“Squeeze. Uh huh, just like that,” his mouth is barely open, in awe, looking down at you.

“I want you to watch me fuck you, okay? Can you do that?” His tone was sweeter, yet more condescending.

You lift your head, peering down at your angled body as your lips spread to suck him in, over and over and over.

“J..Joel, please.” You begged, gasping for reprise.

“It’s so much, I know. But look at you, sweet thing, you’re taking it so well. Stretching yourself on my cock so, so good.”

You pathetically whimper back. Words had left you minutes ago. And that was okay with you. Joel was taking what he wanted from you, but you wanted it just as much. So you shut up and took it.

“I know, I know, pretty girl. Shhhh,” he coos, shoving himself into you. He’s so fucking big, you’d never felt this much pressure inside of you before. You throw your arms against his chest as high as you can stretch them, trying to push him away, overwhelmed by him. Overstimulated from the depth of his cock and the tickle of his calloused fingers, running circles around your throbbing nerves.

A cry escapes your lips, and he takes it as a cry of want rather than pain.

He grabs both of your wrists in one hand then hits you. Your jaw slacks the same as your head as it fall one way. He reaches out and rubs your cheek, holding your head in his hand.

“I said be quiet, did I not? I knew this would be too much for you. No wonder the entire town knows who you’re fuckin’- they can hear you.”

Your cunt fluttered and then slowly dripped release against him.

You start to argue, no, beg for him to slow down a little. His frame is lit from the orange hued streetlights on the street below, his hair falling into his face, disheveled from how he was moving his body.

The sun was almost set when you two had come in, providing some light, but no one turned on a light. No one outside could see in. That wasn’t enough to promise this would stay hidden.

Joel drops your head and puts his palm over your gasping mouth.

His grunts above you are guttural. Joel throws his shoulders back, his head following. Fuck, it’s been so long. And you… you had decided you wanted to tease him with the neighborhood boys, with his brother.

“‘N you think any of those boys down there are gonna touch you like this?” Satisfaction filled your gut as he sat you up, holding him your arms so that the tip of his cock could kiss you deeper, and suddenly you’re finding it hard to keep the smirk off your face.

You knew you’d piss him off, hanging around Tommy like that. Looking at him like that. Bending down in front of him, taunting him while Joel stood on the side of the yard.

He noticed your grin. Oh, he hadn’t fucked it out of you yet.

“Daddy would be so sad to know that he raised a fucking slut. But that’s okay baby, I’m gonna teach you how to be a good southern bell. That’s just what you need, ain’t it?”

You didn’t answer him in time, too busy looking at your shaking thighs, burning and tired as his length stretched you further every time he pulled out and slammed back in again. You, creamy and white against his cock.

He reached out and grabbed your throat, shaking your head yes for him. “There you go. Yes.”

His grip tightened at the base of your throat, pushing out ungodly sounds until your stomach bursts with fire.

Your eyes roll back into your head, bitting your lip so hard that you can taste a familiar metallic taste. You went limp for a moment, taking what Joel had to give you.

“Tommy, I-“ You started to beg him, assure him nothing was going on between you two. You started the sentence with the wrong name.

“Did you cum so hard you forgot who was filling this pussy up? Stop saying his fuckin’ name,” he growled, pushing your face into the bed.

You stopped trying to talk and instead melted further into the feeling of Joel.

“Another thing we gotta teach you is knowin’ who you belong to.”

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levirgil420 · 1 year

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A Zaddy ? (Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal x male reader fluff)

Request: Helloooo dear friend. May I request a fluff with Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal ? Reader and Pedro are joking around in an interview and accidentally confirm they're dating please🙏 Male reader!

Pairings: Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal x male reader

Synopsis: It’s time for thirst tweet !

Tw: Thirst tweet, spicy fluff, Daddy kink (it’s Pedro Pascal so)

Note: Heey ! It took me a long time and I’m sorry for that but here it is, I hope you will like. Thanks again for requesting it, it was fun to write this :)

Dating Pedro is amazing, he is sweet, funny and you never find yourself without a smile beacause of his goofiness. The two of you met on the set of “The Mandalorian” and since your first conversation, you were always together. It was not a surprise when Pedro asked you to be his boyfriend after 2 years of friendship and it was not a surprise when you said yes.

Your decided to keep your relationship secret, only your families and closes, closes fiends knew about it and it was perfect. The only things which was complicated was to not shows any affection to the other when you were on the red carpet or in an interview. Especially when the both of you can’t keep your hands on each other.This didn't go unnoticed by your fans and internet became a mess a debates of "yes or no you two are together". It was fun and neither you or Pedro were helping with the time to time "friendly photo" posted on Instagram which increases more the doubt of it.

You were now doing the promo for your new show "The last of us" with your co-stars. It was amazing receving all the thanks from the fan of the game and the interviewers were really nice with everyone. At the same time, you were also making all the famous youtube videos, which brings us to this very moment: having to read the famous thirst tweet proposed by BuzzFeed:

Y/N: Hi ! I'm Y/N L/N

Pedro: I'm Jose Perdo Balmaceda Pascal !

Y/N: And we are here for the thirsts tweet.

Pedro: You're welcome.

You looked at each other before laughing.

??: Guys we didn't even start.

Pedro: Right right sorry, you have the honor of reading the first one darling.

Y/N: Why thank you Honey. Here we go : "I'm sure that Y/N's and Pedro Pascal's hugs are the sweetest."

Pedro: Only Y/N's

Y/N: That's not the truth, he has the best one. But yeah we give a lot of big hugs ! Thank you it was a nice one.

Pedro: Okay my turn: "The last of us : two daddies all sweaty for us to see. They know what they are doing."

Pedro laugh to himself and you gave him a sort of funny stare.

Y/N: What ?

Pedro: Welcome to the "Daddy club".

Y/N: What an honour, please teach me your ways.

You laugh too when Pedro lightly shoves you.

Y/N: But yeah we are sweating a lot in this show.

Pedro: Thanks the director.

It was your turn to read the next one and before reading it out loud, you show it to your lover and you share a look of somewhat understanding.

Y/N: "They're together, no one can change my mind and having a threesome with them is a goal for me."

The both of you respond at the same time.

Pedro: Yes we are !

Y/N: No thanks.

Your head had never turned that fast when you heard what Pedro has said. He looks at you and with the look of shock written on your face he realised what was happening. Not a sound was heard, not even the people in the back to tell you to continue.

Y/N: Did you just spill out that we are together ?

Pedro: Huum yeah maybe ?

He made one of his best goofy smile and you can't help but laugh of what is happening. You softly hit your boyfriend on the shoulder making him laugh in return.

Y/N: Idiot.

Pedro: Well you love me.

Y/N: Unfortunately yes.

Pedro: Hey !

It was Pedro's turn to kindly hit you however the smile on both of your face never disappears.

Pedro: I think this video will be the perfect way to annonce it

Y/N: No shit, Internet will explode because of us.

Pedro: And there will be so much more edits.

You groan a little but you are somewhat relieved that you will not need to hide your relationship anymore amd finally free to show your love for Pedro in public.

???: Do you want to continue ?

Y/N: Oh absolutely, it's not this that will stop us to read thirst tweet.

Pedro: And don't cut what happened.

Pedro took the next tweet.

Pedro: "I want to be crushed by Y/N's thighs. Please choke me." Haha me too

He smiles at the camera and your eyes widened

Y/N: Oh god...but I mean, if you want ? Might hurt a little bit.

You read the one you pick and nod your head.

Y/N: "I'm the only one who think that Pedro's moustache is the most sexy thing in the world ? Like eat me with this like a starved man ?" Yes, mustaches are sexy and his is the best you can find.

Pedro: Thank you. A lot of peoples started to likes mustaches in this year.

Y/N: Yeah, thanks to Miles Teller or Aaron Tailor-Johnson and certainly you.

Pedro laugh loudly when you touch his mustache but doesn't stop you.

You continue to read the suggested thirst tweets fpr the video while responding with your own answers, laughing with the people behind the camera and, since the truth has vome out, flirting with each like two teenagers.

You held the last tweet for Pedro to read. He had a moment of confusion as he read it, stumbling over one word in particular :

Pedro: "Agree with me but Pedro is a Zaddy."

A Zaddy ? What is it ? I heard it before but I don't remember.

You blush at this tweet but explain to him what is the meaning.

Y/N: Well, it's kind of the next level of the Daddy state of mind. Much older and more charismatic. It suits you.

Pedro: Oh ! I remember ! It's what you called me last-

Y/N: Nope.

You quickly cover his mouth with your hands, wearing a beautiful blush and a flushed face.

Giving the best smile you have, you look at the camera, still covering Pedro's mouth.

Y/N: Well it's the end of the thirst tweets. Thank you for watching us and thank you for watching "The Last of Us". I hope will like it ! Bye !

Pedro waves goodbye too and the video ended here. After the two of you went backstage in your “room”, you looked at each other before bursting of laughing.

Pedro: It was so fun Love !

Y/N: Yeah, it was ! Get ready for the next week to be the only subject on Twitter Honey.

Pedro nod his head and stare at you with a loving stare. He takes you in his arm and yours went on his neck, scratching his hair. Kssing you softly on your lips, you did the same with all the love you have for him.

Pedro: I love you my handsome boyfriend.

Y/N: And I love you more my handsome man.

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Thank you so much for reading this ! I hope you enjoyed this story !

Comments and reblogs are highly appriciated !

Sorry for my mistakes, english is not my first language :)

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