#pedro pascal is daddy

[papipascal4me]

God he’s so pretty.

i cannot even begin to explain how that video made me feel.

[yesjazzywazzylove-blog]

Imagining him holding your hips as you grind down on his hardening cock.

Imagine riding his thigh as he talks you through an explosive orgasm, "Baby, that's right, cmon don't stop riding me. Fuck you look so sexy doing that. Make yourself cum on my thigh. Do it baby! Fuuuuccckkk yeah just like that baby, drench me!"

Imagine.......🥵

[strryangels]

good fucking god

please give me one chance

[yourmomsawh0r3]

You’re Mine

pre apocalypse: joel miller x fem/ wife reader

Y/N adjusted her dress in the mirror one last time, smiling at her reflection. It was girls’ night out, and she couldn’t wait to unwind with her friends. She grabbed her purse and phone, calling out to her husband, Joel, before heading out the door.

“Be safe, darlin’,” Joel said, giving her a quick kiss. “Call me if you need anything.”

“I will, don’t worry,” Y/N assured him with a grin. “See you later!”

The night started off wonderfully. Y/N and her friends laughed over cocktails, sharing stories and dancing to the beat of the music in the lively bar. Hours flew by in a haze of fun and laughter. The night was in full swing at the bar. The music pulsed through the air, a lively mix of pop and dance hits that had everyone on their feet. Y/N and her friends were at the center of it all, laughing and dancing without a care in the world. Y/N twirled and moved with the rhythm, her hair flying around her face as she lost herself in the music.

As the night wore on, Y/N noticed a man hovering nearby. At first, she didn’t pay him much attention, but he gradually inched closer, his gaze fixed on her. She exchanged a glance with her friends, rolling her eyes. It wasn’t the first time she’d dealt with unwanted attention, but it was certainly unwelcome.

Y/N felt a bit uncomfortable and decided it was time to head home.

She stepped outside into the cool night air and called Joel. “Hey, babe. Can you come pick me up?”

“On my way,” he replied without hesitation.

Stepping back inside the building and going to find her girls and to tell them goodbye. Y/N sees someone approaching out of the corner of her eye. “Hey,” the man said, stepping into her personal space. “You’re a great dancer.”

“Thanks,” Y/N replied, keeping her tone polite but distant. She turned back to her friends, hoping he’d get the hint.

He didn’t. Instead, he persisted, trying to join their circle and edging closer to Y/N. “Come on, let’s dance together.”

“I’m here with my friends,” Y/N said firmly, stepping back.

“Just one dance,” he insisted, his hand reaching out to touch her arm.

Y/N pulled away, feeling her patience wearing thin. “I said no.”

Before the situation could escalate further, Y/N’s phone buzzed in her purse. She glanced at it and saw a message from Joel: “Outside. Be there in a sec.”

Relief washed over her as she stepped away from the persistent man. “Excuse me, I need to go.”

He grabbed her wrist, not hard but enough to make her uncomfortable. “Don’t be like that.”

“Let go,” Y/N said, her voice steady despite the unease she felt.

At that moment, Joel walked into the bar, scanning the crowd for his wife. His eyes narrowed as he saw the man gripping Y/N’s wrist. In an instant, he was by her side, placing himself between Y/N and the stranger.

“Is there a problem here?” Joel asked, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge.

The man sized up Joel, clearly considering his options. “We’re just talking,” he said, releasing Y/N’s wrist.

“Doesn’t look that way to me,” Joel replied, stepping closer to the man. “She said she’s not interested.”

The man glanced at Joel, sizing him up, and decided to push his luck. “Who are you, her boyfriend?”

Joel stepped closer, his expression darkening. “Husband.”

The man’s smirk faded as he took in Joel’s intimidating stance. “Whatever, man. I was just talking to her.”

“Well, now you’re done,” Joel growled. “Walk away.”

The man’s bravado faltered under Joel’s intense gaze. Muttering something under his breath, he backed off and melted into the crowd. Joel turned to Y/N, his expression softening with concern. Sensing the intensity in Joel’s tone, the man finally backed off, muttering under his breath as he walked away. Joel turned to Y/N, his eyes softening with concern.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Yeah baby,” she said, relief washing over her. “Let’s go home.”

They drove back in comfortable silence, Joel’s hand resting protectively on her thigh.

As soon as they stepped into the house, the door barely clicked shut before Joel’s lips were on Y/N’s. The kiss was demanding, a tangible declaration of his possessiveness.

“I hate seeing other guys all over you,” Joel admitted, his voice husky with emotion. His hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer as if he needed to feel every inch of her against him.

“You’re mine,” Joel whispered against her lips, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Y/N’s spine.

“Yours,” she breathed back, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Joel lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to their bedroom. He set her down gently on the edge of the bed, his hands already working on the buttons of her dress. His touch was both tender and urgent, a mix of gentleness and need.

“I need to see all of you,” Joel said, his voice husky with desire.

Y/N’s dress fell away, pooling on the floor as Joel’s eyes raked over her exposed skin. He leaned in, his lips trailing fiery kisses along her collarbone, down to her breasts. His hands followed, kneading and caressing, each touch igniting a spark of pleasure.

“Joel,” Y/N moaned, her head falling back as his mouth found her nipple, sucking and teasing until she was writhing beneath him.

He moved lower, his lips tracing a path down her stomach, his hands spreading her thighs wide. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re mine, and I’m going to show you,” he promised, his breath hot against her skin.

Y/N’s response was lost in a gasp as Joel’s mouth found her most sensitive spot. His tongue teased and tasted, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. He worked her with expert precision, knowing exactly how to bring her to the edge and then pull back, prolonging her pleasure until she was trembling with need.

“Please, Joel,” she begged, her voice breathless.

He relented, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to push her over the edge. Y/N cried out his name as her climax washed over her, her body arching off the bed as waves of ecstasy rolled through her.

Before she could fully come down from her high, Joel was on her again, his mouth capturing hers in a searing kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, the sensation sending another jolt of arousal through her.

Joel stood, quickly shedding his clothes before joining her on the bed. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his erection pressing against her entrance. He paused, his eyes locking onto hers. “Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.

“You,” Y/N answered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

With a deep groan, Joel pushed into her, filling her completely. They both gasped at the sensation, their bodies perfectly in sync. Joel set a slow, deliberate pace, each thrust deep and claiming. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her.

“You’re mine,” Joel repeated, his voice a growl as he increased his pace. “No one else’s.”

“Yes,” Y/N moaned, her nails digging into his back as she met his thrusts. “Only yours.”

Joel’s movements became more urgent, his control slipping as he neared his own release. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, his body moving with a desperate need to claim her completely.

“Cum with me, baby ” Joel urged, his voice a breathless command.

Y/N felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her core. With a few more thrusts, she was tumbling over the edge again, her climax ripping through her as she cried out Joel’s name. Joel followed moments later, he emptied himself inside her, marking her as his in the most primal way.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies tangled, Afterward, they lay together, a tangle of limbs and whispered promises. Joel held Y/N close, his lips brushing against her forehead.

“Never forget it,” he murmured, his voice a soft vow. “You’re everything to me.”

“And you’re everything to me,” Y/N replied, her heart swelling with love and contentment.

As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, Y/N knew that no matter what happened, Joel would always be there to protect her and remind her of the deep, unbreakable bond they shared.

[kimm4710]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PAPI CHULO! MAY HE HAVE A AMAZING BIRTHDAY TODAY

[greenandsorrow]

Could you write an Xreader- Pedro Pascal smut with age gap and daddy kink

Also riding and praise kink

warnings-> fem!reader, age gap, daddy k1nk, praise and degradation k1nk, unprotected sex

disclaimer-> this was requested by an irl friend, so I just had to write it! (about requesting; click here)

This is just porn, no plot at all. Pure filth. I drew my inspo from this photoshoot! It hasn't been proof read, so some errors are to be expected.

You are new to this...

You are new to being a photographer in Hollywood. So the excitement of meeting your celebrity crushes is still very much alive in you.

Today you have a scheduled photoshoot with the José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal. Obviously, there's a team accompanying you, but everything seems to disappear when you lay eyes on the masterpiece of a man that Pedro is.

Pedro's eyes widen slightly when you approach him to introduce yourself. He chuckles awkwardly, shaking your hand heartily.

Before you have time to wipe away the idiotic smile that has formed on your face, you are holding your camera and guiding his poses.

It quickly becomes clear that Pedro is fun to work with. He cracks the best of dad jokes and the way he looks at the lens has you soaking your panties.

The shoot is taking place in a motel somewhere outside of LA. During lunchbreak everyone parts ways, leaving you alone with your camera and naughty thoughts. Pedro is inside one of the motel rooms, getting changed into the next outfit the team has picked for him.

Now that the ice has been broken after working with him for hours, you feel confident enough to knock on the door of the room he currently occupies.

The sun outside is bright and when he lets you in, its rays make his frame glisten slightly. He's still shirtless. The air is heavy with desire, mixed with soft notes of lavender from the room's fragrance.

Inside his mind there's a dilemma. He's twice your age, but all he can think about is your perfect curves, your cleavage, your sweet smile.

Pedro bites his lip as he imagines you against him.

"Um... could I help you with anything kid?"

"Don't call me that."

"Fuck~"

The grown man in front of you has become tomato red, hands instinctually covering his crotch.

"You don't have to hide that..."

Your eyes are seductive and your tone makes Pedro swallow audibly.

"Y- you don't understand sweetie. I haven't.... haven't... in a while."

"All the more reason to do it now~"

That would be fucking incredible. His hardened cock twitches in anticipation at the thought of being buried deep inside you...

A moment of staring at each other with intent passes.

Pedro locks the door and you close the curtains.

The room starts to feel even hotter now that your shared desire has been revealed. Pedro's hands start roaming across his body, tracing patterns over his abdomen before cupping his balls through the fabric of his underwear. He groans softly, a thick bead of precum forms at the tip of his throbbing cock, yearning for your wet heat.

You grin. The sweet and shy man is gone. Pedro is pure dominance and power now.

"Be a good girl and take off your clothes for your da- for me."

"What did you say?" you teasingly ask while playing with your breasts.

He mumbles something under his breath.

"You're gonna take your clothes off now, for your daddy."

"Now we're talking."

And so you give him a little strip show. You begin by taking off your shirt, tantalisingly slow...

Pedro cannot wait any longer when your breasts bounce after taking off your bra.

The actor leans in, capturing your lips with his own, shoving his tongue deep into your mouth as he moans against you. Your taste sends shivers of pleasure through him, tongues dance and tangle while his hands roam further down your body, cupping your plump ass cheeks roughly before delivering a sharp slap that leaves a hot sting followed by pleasure.

He is quick to undress himself while you do the same with your remaining clothing.

As the intensity builds between you, Pedro whispers filthy things in your ear... promises of what he'll do to you once you're fully impaled on his thick shaft, describing in graphic detail how good it will feel.

You can't help but giggle playfully... In a swift motion, you put a hand on his wide chest, pushing him back until his calves hit the couch.

Pedro sits with his legs spread. His fat cock (slightly bent) is rigid against his lower stomach.

He's a sight to behold, that's for sure.

"...agh~ it's been a long day mi vida..."

Pedro can't help but groan when his cock twitches impatiently.

He pulls you close and helps you straddle him. His heart melts as you do so, his erection pressing against your wetness.

"Oh that's it darling. Take care of daddy... C'mon ride me baby, don't be shy~"

You are too turned on, too lost in the delicious haze of lust and desire.

You slowly sink down on Pedro's surprisingly girthy member.

To your delight he lets out a strangled moan, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He feels every inch of you surrounding him.

"Fuck yeah, that's it princess. Ride your daddy hard and fast."

He's breathless, hungry... but still patient enough to let you adjust to his size... before thrusting up to fill you completely with his cock.

You moan loudly against his chest.

(On top of everything, why does he have to smell so frickin' good?!)

You haven't even started moving on top of him and Pedro reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

"Such a pretty baby girl. Let daddy feel that sweet pussy of yours squeeze him tight."

Pedro's eyes roll back in ecstasy as he feels the warmth of your tight pussy enveloping his cock, as you finally begin to move up and down. Each inch you take feels like heaven, making him bite his lip to stifle moans and profanities.

His hips jerk upward involuntarily, trying to drive deeper into your welcoming heat.

"Ah... oh... it's too good... your pussy~"

"You play with my clit so nicely handsome..."

Your voice doesn't sound like your own in your ears. But the shocked and flustered expression on Pedro's features boosts your confidence.

You pick up the pace, slamming down on him harder and faster, chasing maximum pleasure.

He growls, his cock throbbing inside of you. Your shared moans and gasps fill the room as you both give in to passion.

"Fuck yes, babydoll... you're so damn tight!"

The actor's hands find their way to your hips, holding on tightly as he begins to move in unison with you.

Heavy breathing and the slapping sounds of your flesh meeting as you lose yourselves in the ecstasy is what could be heard if someone was to go knock on the door.

Pedro hasn't had sex in a while so he soon gets overwhelmed. He can feel himself being consumed by the pleasure your tight walls provide him with. As he nears his peak, he slows you down by grabbing your hips, prolonging his time with you.

He tries not to panic by the fact he almost came. Pedro starts nibbling on your neck and earlobe... regaining some sense of control.

"Shhh... baby doll," he whispers breathily into your ear. "You feel so fucking amazing around me... J- just slow down for a moment~"

You feel Pedro's grip on you tighten slightly as he fights against the impending orgasm that threatens to consume him. You indeed make your pace lighter, more shallow and slightly slower.

Even in this new pace, Pedro's orgasm is building rapidly within him despite his attempts to hold back. He knows that he needs to make this last. He wants you to remember him, to leave a long lasting impression on you.

Your moans and whines don't help, making him all too excited. He doesn't continue pounding into you, determined that if he does so, he'll cum immediately.

"C'mon princess... You gotta cum for daddy~"

The way you move your body, riding him slowly and sensually, has you seeing stars. You have never experienced anything like that.

You giggle playfully... the laboured expression on his face is both sexy and adorable.

"P- Pedro... I~"

Feeling your body tensing up, Pedro knows you're close. He leans in and kisses you deeply as he starts to meet your movements with his own, hips thrusting eagerly against your own.

You moan when you feel his cock hit that spongy spot deep inside you. You shiver and grasp at his arms for support, fingernails pressing into his skin.

So, with a final growl of effort, he pushes through the waves of ecstasy, filling you up completely as he cries out his release. His cock throbs violently inside you, spurting load after load of hot cum deep into your hungry pussy. The feeling is indescribable... It's raw and primal.

You're trembling more now, your skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat but you still haven't cummed. A little more stimulation is all you need. He did come but doesn't plan on giving up until you do too.

"Oh, baby doll!"

Pedro feels a pang of emotion in his chest. The man's heart races, concern etching lines onto his handsome face. What if he can't make you orgasm?

Noticing his apprehension you cease riding him for a moment.

"Need to catch your breath?"

He simply nods.

His cock is already starting to harden again as he looks at your flushed face.

"Oh yes, baby girl. Daddy just wanted to recover real quick."

Running his fingers through your hair, he smirks mischievously.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight tomorrow, my little whore. Do you understand?"

This sudden burst of dominance has you reeling. His goal is simple. He cummed. Now it's your turn.

Pedro starts thrusting into you hard and fast, his cock hitting all the right spots. He leans down to bite your neck, leaving a mark as he claims you as his own.

"You're mine, baby girl. All mine."

Your moans echo in the space you two occupy.

Feeling your body respond to his roughness, Pedro picks up the pace even more. His hips slam against yours time and time again.

"Tell daddy how much you love it when he fucks his little slut!"

You start writhing, tremblingly, as your own climax consumes you. You stutter his name. Only his name.

"Pedro... I- I love... I love it!!!"

Feeling your tight pussy squeezing him as you cum, Pedro knows you lost control as well. He slams into you, this time erupting without shame or guilt.

"Fuck yes baby! That's it! Take all of daddy's cum!"

"Oh... Oh God~"

"Did my little slut enjoy that? Did she cum hard for her daddy?"

Pedro kisses you passionately, his hands roaming your body. He holds you close as he slowly pulls out of you, his thick cock still pulsing with each jet of cum that shoots out and lands on your stomach and legs.

"Shhh... baby doll," he soothes softly, kissing your temple before nuzzling into your neck with newfound gentleness.

"I didn't mean to be so rough you. It's just that you're so fucking perfect... It overwhelmed me for a moment."

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[girlwithwolftatoo]

What is chained -Chapter 1

Summary: There was a dream named Rome, and saving it doesn't always mean to chop heads off.

Words: 1677

Characters: Marcus Acacius, emperor Geta, emperor Caracalla and others.

Chapter 1: Taraxia -Disturbance

Any man who has been to sea knows that, when a storm approaches, it is preceded by a shivering calm where silence and stillness are only the desperate cry of an inevitable terror. The air becomes salty, suffocating, the sails hang lifeless, the oars are stowed. And so Acacius thought of his own ship as the slaves loaded their belongings into a wide cart, pulled by a beautiful Gaul steed with its shaggy ankles and curly mane. Lucilla watched, paralyzed with anger from the porch, her hands wringing a sprig of lavender as she struggled not to cry. Her father said that what a free man earns should not be taken from him without cause, but her brother would have sadly agreed with his successors, those two little red-haired devils. Acacius turned away, once he had signaled to the servants that they could retire, and approached the woman with what he considered a reassuring face, which he well knew was not going to do much good. It broke his heart to provoke her to so much distress, but he knew, for that is only learned through years of iron and blood, that refusal would have been worse. “I'll be fine,” he told her, reaching out a hand to stroke her face. Lucilla closed her eyes, bowing her head over the powerful hand that tried to comfort her “Listen, give me a week, two maybe, I'll send messages in the meantime and then… I'll negotiate with the senate. They'll be reasonable, once they see results.”

Lucilla sighed, looking at him defeated. “I never wished this for you, and look at you…you're being sent into the jaws of wolves.” “I'll be able to handle them, you trust, don't you trust me?” he said it lightly, smiling, but his wife didn't play along. “When you raise your sword I do not fear for you, but these… enemies… how will you defend yourself if…?” “With the senate. One word from me and they will regret it. Please…” he added in desperation, giving her a kiss on the cheek, "trust, I know what I'm doing, or at least Gracchus does.’ It was all part of a defensive plan, Acacius said to himself after saying goodbye to Lucilla, riding with his things in the wagon that was taking him to his destiny, was that destiny? he wondered as he left his villa back to the scandal of the city. No celebrations, no making the matter public, that was the decision of the good Gracchus, a great and loyal friend of his wife and her father, so as to avoid angering the demons. It was true that in any case, the demons were already angry. Thraex was still trying in vain to reassure them when the cart stopped at the palace stables, so that Acacius barely set foot when he had clear duties to perform.

“General, I thank the gods you made it” whined the man, exiting through a double door from which could be heard shouts of two men fighting loudly. Acacius looked with exasperation at the door.

“They didn't take kindly to the news, I'm afraid.”

“No way, they're a wild beast, when I told them I thought they were going to kill me.”

Acacius was already used to Thraex hypersensitivity, so he didn't take it so seriously either, and walked through the double doors as if he had just entered an enemy barracks.

On one side, there was Geta, using one of those platters for exotic meats as a shield, and at the other end, his face so reddened that it showed under the heavy makeup, Caracalla, whose raging voice had become so high-pitched that Acacius thought he was going to summon bats.

“You can't tell me what to do!” he shrieked, waving a narrow-mouthed vase varnished in gold.

“I know, I know, I just want you to listen to me, if you keep going on like that...!”

“Do you think I care, I've never been insulted... like that...!”

Geta turned his head and met Acacius, his expression soured but he did nothing but clench his jaw, Caracalla instead dropped the vase - which shattered - and went running towards him, his brother unable to stop him; the older one clenched his muscles in case he rammed him, but the little twin was reduced to stopping a good few feet away, pointing a finger at him as he groaned:

“Et tu, Justus?”

“Calm down, you're embarrassing yourself,” Geta warned him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Acacius relaxed, he detested them both in equal parts, but ruefully admitted that the older twin was a bit more reasonable. “Your Majesties… I see the patrician Thraex has already informed you of the news in the senate.” “News? You call that news?” shrieked Caracalla, wincing ”They have mocked us, that's what they did, and you participated!” “If it wasn't me, it would have been someone else, my lord, and perhaps someone less sympathetic and more… interested in the privileges to be obtained than in the good of you and Rome” continued the general. “I don't know if you haven't noticed but we are no longer children, general” Geta rebuked him, still holding his brother ”We have ruled this empire for years, since we were very young, back then no one cared about our decisions and suddenly…” “You must understand, your majesties, that the people of Rome are no longer as they were in the time of Marcus Aurelius” at the old emperor's mention, Caracalla grimaced and Geta rolled her eyes, ”when the common people were… easily satisfied because they had all they could ask for. The empire is larger, yes, but not stronger or more prosperous.” "How are they not satisfied? We give them parties, shows, military victories, what more do they want?” hinted Geta, supported by his twin who nodded vigorously. Acacius made an effort not to change his expression, that was worse than talking to an infant.

“Yes, but none of it brings food to their tables or fire to their homes. Not all of them are nobles, or wealthy dynastic providers. That's why... that's why the senate has decided...”

“Yes, yes, we know! A curator...” The tone of contempt was not lost on the general.

“See this better as a... advisor in the face of the people” he tried. Acacius regretted not knowing how to speak with the astute finesse of politicians, just now a little lip service would do him good. “If I am always at their majesties' side and... advise them on matters of the people, nothing more, then the people will perceive you as... more... approachable.”

His brain was struggling to find the right words, and he wished he had Lucilla with him, she would surely know how to explain them better. Meanwhile, on the twins' faces there was an identical internal struggle. It was Caracalla who spoke first:

“Who was the idiot who suggested this plan? It couldn't have been you” He said it as if the very idea mortified him.

“No, I certainly don't know, the senate communicated to me only the decision... and that they voted for me as your... advisor.”

“And well, will you be glued to us at all hours? Will you follow us everywhere to tell us how to do our work, general?” asked Geta.

“Their majesties know that I don't know about politics. Of war, on the other hand...”

Yes, he thought suddenly, now that he could explain.

“Come, please, I want to show their majesties something” he requested as politely as he was able, approaching one of the exquisitely narrow windows. The twins followed him, wary. “See out there? Beyond those marble statues and those white steps…that's Rome, your subjects. Tell me, if you were down there, like them, arguing in the marketplace over the prices of a bit of garum and taking your boots to be darned for the third time in the year, how would you feel?” None answered, it seemed too existential a question for their brains. “The enemy can become an ally, if conquered…and it must not always be through violence. You want those people at your feet? You will have to win them back. That's what I'm here for.” The thought brought a strange smile to the twins' faces. Geta, the sharpest, nodded. “Ah, I understand… you'll make them love us, won't you? They adore you, how they get when they see you marching in your chariot! They almost deafen us, don't they?” he asked, turning to Caracalla. “Oh yes, good General Justus, they would make you emperor if they could…” he added with venom.

"Well then, if your majesties would offer your help, I could… well, I would take this matter very seriously. My duty…” he felt a shudder as he said it, "is for Rome to love you once more." That seemed to be enough for Geta, at least he was calmer. Caracalla however continued to insist. “What's in it for you, general? You already have a beautiful house, a noble wife, a superb horse… what more could you want?” Acacius thought it was amusing that the boy spoke to him as if he could bargain. “I do it for Rome, the people I swore to protect and glorify. Nothing more.” “Well… they certainly haven't announced the matter with fanfare” Geta commented, thoughtfully ”We would have expected you to arrive with full honors, a little party for your appointment…”

“No way, I'm not doing it for my own benefit and besides, it would be improper for me to have a party for such a thing. Too many parties would anger the people.”

“Especially since they are not invited” reasoned Caracalla with a silly chuckle ”Yes, yes, that's all very well, I think we can survive this. Don't overdo it, General, and I don't see why we shouldn't get along.”

“Excellent.”

Acacius took his leave, in order to go to his assigned quarters. Part of being curatormeant that he had to live in the palace, the one thing he abhorred most about that job; if Lucilla wasn't so friendly with Gracchus he would punch him in the face for getting him into that mess, but he would have time to ruminate on his frustration, perhaps later in the bath when he could relax as well. For now he had to go back to being the general, and come up with a strategy for this unequal war.

[111lustforlife]

can pedro pascal play a character which stays alive for once

[mermaidgirl30]

I saw this on X the other day, and I don’t remember who posted it but 🫠🫠🫠 We know that man is big 🥵

[yesjazzywazzylove-blog]

HOW IS THIS MOTHERFUCKER TURNING 50 IN APRIL AND STILL LOOKING LIKE THIISSSSS?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?! FFFFFFAAAAAARRRRRRKKKKKK! (LOOK AT THOSE THIGHS) FUCKING DEAD. I CAN NO LONGER BREATHE. ��😭😭😭😭😭

[pedgecalmdown]

Kickstart my Heart-Attack - p.p

Warnings: He does cocaine, he’s really fat, chins plural, stretcher, little pee bone, cheeto dust mid thrust, moldy beef jerky

Word count: 1846

If you told yourself you would be where you were right now to your 12 year old self, you wouldn’t believe it. You were front row at the best band in the world, Peenüs, staring at the love of your life (though he doesn’t know it yet), Peebone. You were going crazy at the sight of him and his many chins and swayed and swooned at the sound of his high pitched mickey mouse voice. Peebone isn’t really the type to entertain young promiscuous girls, but the sight of you lifting your shirt up to reveal your pretty pink bra nearly made his eyes pop out of his head, which made you nearly soak your panties. Throughout the show, Peebone was looking over at you and sending sly little winks and devilish smiles. At one point in the show he wanted to show off to you, so he tried taking his shirt off, but it got stuck halfway off due to his large stature and chins. You couldn’t help but smile. What a cute sexy guy! Nothing could put you off him, not even his wonky little Axl Rose shuffle that put him face down on the floor because of the pressure it put on his large build. After Peebone got help with taking his shirt off, he looked at you again, blushed, and mouthed for you to come to his room once the show was over.

Your mind was blown as you stared at the rock god in front of you. The time between now and the end of the show was becoming narrower and narrower, and all you could focus on was actually getting to meet THE peebone!!! The pee bone that was all over your walls and played out of your record player every day. Finally, the show concluded with one last hurrah from peebone n the boiz, and he winked and wiggled his tongue at you before slowly waddling off stage. The crowd still buzzed with excitement as you pushed through bodies to find the backstage entrance. Once you were there, the security guard let you in immediately, which came as a surprise to you. Even when you were backstage there weren’t any girls there. Did they not want to see the sexiest man of all time?? Hello?? You strolled around until you were met with a door that said, “MR. PEEBONE”. You knocked once, twice, and when the door opened you could’ve sworn you had a look into heaven. There he was, the legend himself, standing at the door looking at you. The man who wrote hits like “Come Wipe Me Baby”, and “It’s Watery, Brown and Chunky (And It’s All for You) was standing face to face with you. However, that wasn’t the best part. You took one look up and down his rotund, jiggly body and saw he was completely naked, his member barely peeking out, stuffed between many folds and rolls of fat.

“Fancy seeing you here, gorjus”, Mr. Peebone cheekily said. His hands were behind his head, clearly asserting his dominance as he had no interest in covering up his little pee bone. You licked your lips in yearning and thought of how to initiate conversation with him. You don’t wanna be remembered as simply another fangirl who states she’s his biggest fan. Instead, you wanted to show him you were his biggest fan. You waltzed into his room and it seemed your clothes just instantly disintegrated upon his presence. You chucked. I guess your meek little clothes couldn’t handle the glory of Peebone’s many folds. You were quick to start licking Peebone’s sexy voluptuous chins and he let out a Robert Plant-esque moan. Peebone seemed to remember something and stopped you mid lick. “STUPID STUPID!!” He said while banging his hands on his head. “Almost forgot the secret ingredient!” He took a little plastic baggie with white dust, snorted it, and sprinkled some on his many rolls. “AUGHH that hit the spot, go on now gorjus. Us rebels should get to let our freak flag fly.” You giggled and as you obligingly inhaled the fibrous white powder, you knew things were about to get wild 😝.

Peebone continued to let out loud high pitched moans until he couldn’t take it anymore and had to take over. His short arms grabbed you, and he pushed you towards the couch. You fell backwards, laughing. You got up and leaned back on your elbows to meet peebones gaze. He waddled towards you, his swollen ankles bulging. As he tried to get on top of you on the couch, it seemed he couldn’t fit. He was about double the width of the cushion you rested on, so you decided to move the two of you around. You got up and led him to the counter, a large mirror facing you. Peebone was behind you, his chins becoming visible from behind your head as you bent yourself over on the counter. Somehow in the midst of you two moving, he grabbed a little snack. He was stuffing his face with Cheetos which you quickly smacked out of his fat fingers. He let out a childish whine before gasping at the sight of your rear facing him. His eyes widened and he wiggled his Cheeto dust fingers in the air. “Va va VOOM!!!!!!!!!!! Don’t mind if I do…🤤.” The notably nourished peebone slapped his big lumberjack hands on your butt, watching it jiggle. His voice was strained and nasally due to the fat on his neck and chin, but he managed out a “who’s been a bad girl for dada..” You flipped your hair over your shoulder and looked at him. “Me..!!” You said, before becoming aware of the NEW chocolate bar he was now munching on! That little button buster couldn’t help himself. You decided to just let him munch as you felt around for his little Willy. When you finally reached under his folds and found it, he let out a scream comparable to that of Steven Tyler. He promptly dropped the chocolate bar before leaning his entire weight into you, eager to get into your welcoming cave.

Peebone excitedly shoved his wet willy inside your enclosure, his slick oily fat rolls slapping against your butt. His sweaty feet were gripping the floor and slowly made their way to go hold toes with yours for emotional support from all the stimulation. He wiped his dusty cheeto fingers on your back, leaving cheesy orange imprints all over your body. He then proceeded to bend over to lick it off your back while simultaneously jackhammering into you. “Can’t let this delectable cheese go to waste!” He exclaimed with a smile on his face. You, meanwhile, were moaning loud enough for the southern hemisphere to hear. His cheesy member was extraordinarily large due to all the extra fat, giving you even more sensation in your canal. The floor ended up becoming so slick due to your arousal that you both tumbled over mid thrust and you landed on top of his oily abdomen. Peebone spotted an old beef jerky marinating behind the trash can and quickly began munching. You didn’t even bother trying to slap it out of his greedy crusty hands as you shimmied your way over to the greasy long elephant in the room. As you began taking the pee bone, the white power began to take full effect which gave both of you heightened sensations. It was enough to grab Peebone’s attention away from the moldy beef jerky and make his little guy unnaturally swollen in excitement. It basically grew a mind of its own and began jerking itself into you, leaving Peebone’s mouth agape, showing the half chewed beef jerky still in his mouth. You could tell you were going to near the edge very soon.

You kept bouncing on that fire d when suddenly, a thought began to worry you. You hadn’t used protection! What if you got pregnant or contacted something? All of your worry went out the window when you realized that if anyone was gonna give you babies AND hep c, you would want it to be your little peebone. The buffet bandit beneath you began to wail louder and louder, before his little hog EXPLODED in you. This sent you over the edge and you squirted all over his face, power washing the Cheeto dust on his lips right off. He licked his lips before trying to sit up, an attempt made in vain. His anatomy made it physically impossible to sit up from a lying position. Instead, you hopped off of his pee bone and snuggled up with him, stuffing your face in his hairy chins. The smell began to disturb you so you ended up lifting your head out and kissing him instead. “How did I- UUUUAAAHHH do baby🫣🤤?” He said, large gasps between his words. He was severely out of breath. “It was perfect,” you seductively spoke. His stubby hand reached over and pulled you in closer. “Say now, HHHEUAAAHHHH, how would you like to.. HUUUUEAHH, come with us on the rest of the…hhhHhhhhHHHH.. tour?” Your eyes slammed open as wide as possible as you lifted your head up, in disbelief of what he just asked you. You abandoned all thoughts about what else this might entail for your life at home, and ecstatically agreed. The moment was cut short when there was banging on the door. “PEEBONE WHERE ARE YOU MAN??! THE PEOPLE ARE HERE TO LIFT YOU ON THE BUS, HURRY UP!!!” It was his bandmate, Cheezy Winkler, telling him he had to go.

You gave Peebone a little smooch on the folds of his chins and tried pulling him up, a task much harder than previously thought. Trying to pick up the sheer weight Peebone is carrying on his skeleton nearly blew your back out a second time. Eventually, Peebone was able to grab the sink to pull him up, nearly crushing it in the process. He waddled out through the door but got stuck halfway, and he urged you to push him from behind to make him fit through the door. Your still naked bodies were slapping once again just to get Peebone out the door. Once he made it through, he was quick to grab a tub of ice cream from the freezer and seductively licked the vanilla on his lips while making eye contact with you. the Ice cream was dripping down his chins onto his still bare little pee bone. You called out for the hospital team that was going to lift Peebone into the tour bus and they came rushing in with a stretcher. It was a group effort to get him onto the stretcher and into the bus, but you were just excited with all the new possibilities becoming Peebone’s groupie would open up to you. You sighed in contentment watching Peebone’s team use a crane to lift his still naked self onto the bus and whispered to yourself, “I promise to love your pee bone and folds forever, Peebone.”

THE END

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THUNDERSTRUCK

pedro pascal x dcc cheerleader fem reader

Pedro pushed open the door to Y/N's house, the familiar creak welcoming him back after a long day of filming. He set down his bag and shrugged off his jacket, ready to unwind in the comforting embrace of his girlfriend's home.

As he walked further into the house, he heard the faint sound of music coming from the living room. Intrigued, he moved closer, peeking around the corner to see what was going on. There, in the middle of the room, was Y/N, her face lit up with concentration and determination as she practiced her dance routine in a sparkling Dallas Cowboys cheerleader uniform.

Pedro's eyes widened in awe. He knew she had been preparing for the tryouts, but seeing her in the uniform, executing each move with precision and grace, took his breath away. He stood there, completely captivated, not wanting to interrupt her moment of focus.

As the music came to an end, Y/N spun around, her eyes meeting Pedro's. A blush crept up her cheeks as she realized she had an audience. "Babe! I didn't hear you come in," she said, slightly out of breath.

Pedro smiled, stepping forward. "I didn't want to interrupt. You were incredible. You looked amazing out there."

Y/N's face lit up with a mixture of pride and nervousness. "Really? What did you think of the routine? Be honest."

Pedro took her hands in his, his eyes filled with admiration. "I think you're going to do amazing. You've worked so hard, and it shows. They'll be lucky to have you."

The reassurance in his voice filled her with confidence. "Thank you. That means a lot to me."

The following morning, Y/N woke up early, the nervous energy buzzing inside her. Today was the day of the Dallas Cowboys cheerleader tryouts, and she wanted to be ready. She did a final run-through of her routine in her living room, the familiar steps calming her nerves a bit. Pedro, who had stayed the night to offer his support, watched her with pride.

“You’ve got this, mi amor,” he said, his voice full of confidence. “Just be yourself out there.”

She smiled at him, grateful for his unwavering support. After a quick breakfast, they drove to the stadium together, Pedro’s hand resting on hers as he drove, providing silent reassurance.

The stadium was a hub of activity. As Y/N walked in, she saw dozens of hopefuls stretching, practicing their routines, and chatting nervously with each other. The air was thick with anticipation. Pedro gave her a reassuring squeeze before she joined the other dancers.

“Good luck. I’ll be right here when you’re done,” he promised, his eyes full of pride.

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath before stepping into the designated area for the tryouts. The judges sat at a long table, their expressions serious as they reviewed their notes. Y/N felt a rush of adrenaline as her name was called, and she stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest.

The music started, and she moved with the rhythm, every step, leap, and spin executed with precision. She poured her heart into the routine, her eyes focused on the judges, her body moving flawlessly. She could hear Pedro's encouraging words echoing in her mind, pushing her to give her best.

As she finished, the judges nodded appreciatively, jotting down notes. Y/N walked off the stage, her heart racing, but a sense of accomplishment washed over her. She had given it her all.

The wait for the results felt like an eternity. Finally, the head judge stepped forward with a list of names. Y/N held her breath, her hands clasped tightly together.

"Y/N," the judge called out.

Her heart leaped. She had made it! Tears of joy filled her eyes as she joined the other selected dancers. They congratulated each other, the room buzzing with excitement and relief.

That evening, back at home, Y/N received the official call confirming her place on the Dallas Cowboys cheerleading squad. She could hardly contain her excitement as she shared the news with Pedro.

"I knew you would do it!" Pedro exclaimed, lifting her off her feet in a jubilant hug. "I'm so proud of you!"

Weeks later, Pedro sat in the stands of the packed stadium, the roar of the crowd almost deafening. He watched with pride as Y/N and her squad took the field, their uniforms sparkling under the bright lights. They moved in perfect harmony, each cheer and dance routine executed flawlessly.

But as the game progressed, Pedro couldn't help but notice the way some people in the crowd talked about Y/N and her fellow cheerleaders. The leering comments and objectifying glances made his blood boil. He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of protectiveness.

Despite the frustration, Pedro's pride in Y/N never wavered. When the game ended, he waited for her outside the locker room, a bouquet of flowers in hand. When she emerged, still glowing from the performance, he pulled her into a tight embrace.

"You were amazing out there," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I can't wait to see you perform again."

Y/N smiled, feeling his support and love surround her. "Thank you, baby. It means everything to have you by my side."

As they walked to the car, Pedro couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and protectiveness. He was in awe of her talent and determination, and despite the challenges, he knew he would always be there to support her, no matter what.

The following week, the intensity of their schedules ramped up. Y/N was immersed in rigorous rehearsals, while Pedro juggled his filming commitments. Despite their busy lives, they made time for each other, finding solace in late-night conversations and quiet moments of togetherness.

One evening, as Pedro arrived at Y/N's house after a long day on set, he found her in the living room, once again practicing her routine. The intensity of her dedication was palpable. She moved with an effortless grace, her body fluid and strong. He watched her, mesmerized, feeling a deep sense of admiration for her unwavering commitment.

Y/N noticed him and paused, slightly breathless. "How was your day?" she asked, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead.

"Long, but seeing you like this makes it all worth it," he replied, crossing the room to her. "You're incredible, you know that?"

She blushed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I just want to be the best I can be."

Pedro took her hands in his, squeezing them gently. "You already are. You're going to blow them away."

The days flew by, and soon it was time for Y/N's first official performance as a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader. The excitement was palpable as they drove to the stadium together, Pedro's hand a constant source of comfort on hers.

The stadium buzzed with energy. Fans filled the seats, their excitement building as kickoff approached. Y/N and her squad prepared backstage, the air thick with anticipation. Pedro stood with the other significant others and family members, his heart swelling with pride.

The announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, and the cheerleaders took the field, their uniforms gleaming under the stadium lights. Pedro watched, his eyes locked on Y/N as she moved with the precision and grace he had seen her practice countless times. The crowd roared in approval, their cheers a testament to the team's hard work and dedication.

As the game progressed, Pedro's pride in Y/N grew, but so did his discomfort with the comments and glances from some of the spectators. He overheard lewd remarks and saw the way some men ogled the cheerleaders, reducing their incredible talent to mere physical appearance. It made his blood boil.

When the final whistle blew and the game ended, Pedro made his way to the locker room, flowers in hand. Y/N emerged, her face glowing with the exhilaration of a successful performance. Pedro pulled her into a tight embrace, the bouquet of flowers pressed between them.

"You were amazing out there," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so proud of you."

Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes shining. "Thank you, my love . It was incredible. I felt so alive."

As they walked to the car, Pedro's protective instincts kicked in. He couldn't shake the anger he felt towards those who had disrespected Y/N and her teammates. "You know, it pisses me off the way some of the men look at you and talk about you like you're just... a piece of meat."

Y/N squeezed his hand, her expression softening. "I know, but it comes with the territory. We have to focus on the positive. The support, the fans who appreciate what we do."

Pedro nodded, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "I just hate seeing you objectified like that. You're so much more than what they see."

Y/N leaned in, kissing him gently. "And that's why I love you. Because you see all of me."

As they drove home, Pedro's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He was fiercely proud of Y/N and her achievements, but the protectiveness he felt was a constant undercurrent. He knew he couldn't shield her from the world, but he could be there for her, supporting her every step of the way.

In the weeks that followed, Y/N continued to shine as a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, her performances growing more confident and polished with each game. Pedro attended every performance he could, his presence a constant source of encouragement. The comments and glances from others still grated on his nerves, but he focused on the pride he felt for Y/N and the joy her success brought her.

Pedro couldn’t shake the image of Y/N in her Dallas Cowboys cheerleader uniform from his mind. Her confidence and grace on the field had left him in awe, but it was her passion and dedication that truly captivated him. One evening, as they relaxed at home after a game, Pedro found himself lost in thought, his eyes lingering on Y/N as she moved around the living room.

Noticing his intense gaze, Y/N raised an eyebrow and walked over to him, a playful smile on her lips. “What are you thinking about, handsome?” she asked, sitting down beside him on the couch.

He hesitated for a moment, then decided to be honest. “I can’t stop thinking about you in your cheerleader uniform,” he admitted, his voice low and filled with admiration. “You looked so incredible out there. It was… really hot.”

Y/N’s smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh? You liked it that much?”

Pedro nodded, his eyes darkening with desire. “I did. And I was wondering if maybe we could… you know, do a little roleplay.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed with excitement, but she didn’t hesitate. “I think that sounds like fun,” she replied, standing up and heading toward the bedroom. “Give me a few minutes.”

Pedro’s heart raced as he waited, anticipation building with each passing second. When Y/N finally emerged from the bedroom, dressed in her cheerleader uniform, his breath caught in his throat. She looked even more stunning up close, her eyes sparkling with the same confidence and allure he had seen on the field.

“Ready cowboy?” she teased, twirling around to show off the full effect of the uniform.

Pedro stood up, closing the distance between them in a few quick strides. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks. “You look amazing, mi amor,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Absolutely stunning.”

Y/N leaned into his touch, her hands resting on his chest. “I’m glad you like it,” she murmured, her eyes locked onto his. “Now, what do you want me to do, coach?”

Pedro’s pulse quickened at her playful tone. He guided her to the couch, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. “How about you show me one of your routines?” he suggested, his hands resting on her hips. “Just for me.”

Y/N nodded, standing up and moving to the center of the room. She began to dance, her movements fluid and graceful, every step a testament to her skill and dedication. Pedro watched, mesmerized by the way she moved, his desire for her growing with each passing moment.

When she finished, Y/N walked back over to Pedro, a seductive smile on her lips. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

Pedro pulled her close, his hands sliding up her sides. “I did,” he replied, his lips brushing against hers. “But the real fun is just beginning.”

He kissed her deeply, pouring all his love and desire into the kiss. Y/N responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she melted into him. The kiss grew more passionate, their need for each other becoming undeniable.

Pedro gently guided Y/N back onto the couch, his hands exploring the curves of her body through the fabric of the uniform. Y/N sighed softly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their shared desire.

Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I have a little surprise for you,” she whispered, standing up and taking a step back.

Pedro’s breath hitched as he watched her. Y/N began to strip, slowly and sensually, starting with the pom-poms that she tossed aside playfully. She swayed her hips to an imaginary beat, peeling off her cheerleader top to reveal the lacy bra underneath. Pedro’s eyes were glued to her, his admiration and desire for her growing with each piece of clothing that hit the floor.

She turned her back to him, looking over her shoulder with a teasing smile as she slid down her shorts,revealing matching lacy underwear. The sight of her made Pedro’s pulse race, and he could barely contain himself.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he muttered, his voice husky with need.

Y/N giggled, walking back to him and straddling his lap. “That’s the idea,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.

Pedro’s hands roamed over her bare skin, his touch gentle yet filled with passion. He kissed her deeply, his hands caressing her back and pulling her closer. They moved together, their connection electric and undeniable.

Pedro’s hands slid up and down her sides, his fingers grazing the edges of her lacy underwear. Y/N shivered under his touch, her breath hitching in anticipation. Pedro’s lips trailed down her neck, leaving a path of warm kisses that made her sigh with pleasure.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. “How much you drive me wild?”

Y/N could only nod, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. Pedro’s hands moved to her hips, guiding her to stand up. He kissed her stomach, his lips brushing over her skin, making her tremble with need.

He took his time, savoring every moment, every touch. His hands slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders, his lips following their path. He unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor, and his breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his eyes filled with admiration and desire.

Y/N blushed, her hands moving to the waistband of her underwear. She hesitated, looking down at Pedro, her eyes filled with love and trust. “Baby, I…”

Pedro smiled, his hands gently covering hers. “Take your time, mi amor. We have all the time in the world.”

Y/N nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she slid her underwear down her legs. Pedro’s eyes never left her, his gaze filled with love and longing. When she was finally bare before him, he pulled her back onto his lap, his hands caressing her skin, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips. “So perfect.”

Y/N melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with all the love and desire she felt. Pedro’s hands roamed her body, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He teased her, his fingers brushing over her most sensitive spots, making her gasp and moan with pleasure.

“Pedro, please,” she whimpered, her need for him overwhelming.

Pedro’s eyes darkened with desire as he positioned himself at her entrance. He paused, his gaze locking onto hers, his voice filled with love and tenderness. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pedro,” she whispered, her eyes shining with emotion.

He entered her slowly, his movements gentle and deliberate. Y/N gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. Pedro’s breath hitched as he felt her warmth surround him, the connection between them deepening with every moment.

They moved together, their bodies fitting perfectly, their rhythm in sync. Pedro’s hands caressed her back, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. Y/N moaned softly, her hips meeting his with every thrust, their love and desire intertwining in a beautiful dance.

Pedro’s movements became more urgent, his need for her growing with every second. He whispered words of love and admiration against her skin, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. Y/N’s moans grew louder, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she rode the waves of pleasure that built within her.

“Pedro, I…” she gasped, her body trembling with the intensity of her emotions.

“I know, mi amor,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Let go. I’m right here with you.”

Y/N’s body tensed, a moan escaping her lips as she reached her climax. Pedro followed soon after, his own release crashing over him in a wave of pleasure. They clung to each other, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in sync.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, they held each other close, their bodies still entwined. Pedro pressed a tender kiss to Y/N’s forehead, his hands gently caressing her back.

“You are amazing,” he whispered, his voice filled with love. “I love you so much.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. “I love you too baby, More than anything.”

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[divaofmads]

Too Young To Love | Desperate Love Story

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Drawing by me (I'm trying to improve, please support me dear)

WARNING! : Age Gap, Pedro is 35 you are 17, No Y/N (using she/her), Fluff, Father's Best Friend, Declaration of Love, Love Story, No Sexual Things

Pedro and the young girl were in her room. The girl was tired of the burden she was carrying in her heart and felt the need to explain everything she felt to him. While everyone was gathered in the living room for the party at their house, they were sitting on the girl's bed.

"Why did you call me here?" the man asked. Instead of the mischievous smile on his face, there was seriousness.

The girl, however, looked down shyly. She didn't know how to start the subject. She had received confessions of love from boys her age many times, but this was the first time she was going to confess her love to someone. Moreover, this man was almost twice her age.

Pedro took the girl's chin between his two fingers, raised her head to look into her eyes and asked impatiently. "Is it about us?"

The girl looked at him in surprise in response to his question. She was stuttering as she spoke. She was very young, at the beginning of her life. But the man in front of her had experienced what she had experienced maybe three times. While the girl was experiencing the feeling of love for the first time, who knows how many women had he fit into his heart. "I, actually, it's about us, but more about my feelings."

The words were stuck on the her lips when Pedro spoke up.

"Before you say anything, you are aware of our age difference, right?"

The girl's voice was trembeling. She clasped her hands together at chest level as if she wanted to hide. "Is that why you've been avoiding me and my family? You're not at our place for dinner anymore."

Pedro reached out to the girl's shoulder and patted her arm. "Falling in love is the most beautiful feeling in the world, I promise you. But you're too young to fall in love, my dear."

The girl freed her arms and stood up. She stayed in front of the man and pointed to her body as she spoke. "Look at me, Pedro. Stop treating me like a child. Am I a little girl you tell scary northern tales to?"

Pedro looked the girl up and down. She had really grown up, hadn't she? Her body had developed rounded lines, she had grown taller, her face had become more feminine. But deep down he knew that his conscience was preventing him from doing this. The girl in front of him was a young girl who was only seventeen years old and just getting to know life.

"You've grown taller, but you're still a beautiful child."

The girl approached Pedro, sat on her knees, and looked up into his eyes, imploringly. "If I were, would I know what love was?"

Pedro saw the little girl in her eyes. He stroked her hair like a father giving advice, and the scent of her cherry-scented shampoo reached his nose. With a slight grin on his face, "

"No, my dear. You have a heart full of hope and enthusiasm. Please get up and hug me, just like you used to."

The girl did as he was told and sat down next to Pedro. As they stood there for a long time, Pedro admitted to himself that something had changed, just as the girl had said. She was no longer a child, just like his feelings for her have changed. He closed his eyes. He felt like he was praying as his hand touched her smooth skin. It was like thanking God to touch her. But when it came to feelings, he hid them from everyone and from her like a sin.

His arms around her waist, her hands never leaving his shoulders. While his soul was crying, his eyes were smiling with fatherly compassion.

The girl looked at the man as if she was bewitched. "I'm head over heels in love with you!"

His gaze was stern, with sadness hidden behind it. "These are temporary infatuation."

"I promise my love is eternal."

Pedro swallowed. He was afraid that if they talked any longer, he would lose control of his emotions. He replied with an angry look and a dissatisfied tone. "You are dreaming. When you become a mature woman you will realize that all these things you said were just fantasy."

The girl looked at the man with hope. "If that's all there is to it. If my ideas will change when I become a grown woman, then let us enjoy these fantasies and dreams now."

Pedro was struck by her words. Her gaze was so impressive that for a moment his lips came close to hers. But at the end of the day, she was his friend's daughter and he had treated her like a daddy in the past.

Suddenly, feeling guilty about the passionate kiss he was about to give to the girl, he removed his hands from her body and stood up.

"Oh my god, I don't understand what's happening to me. This isn't right."

The girl begged. "Don't leave me alone, stay, please!"

"Forgive me, my beauty. I can't do this to you. I can't waste your youth." If he had a chance, who knows what he would wish in order to make her happy.

The girl lay down on her bed. Every princess would fall into eternal sleep in her bed when the witch injected her with her poison. Now the man she loved had poisoned this beautiful princess with his words. And now she wanted to sleep forever. Because the days would pass quickly this way and the memories wouldn't haunt her.

Things were much harder for Pedro. No matter how devastated he was when he went down the stairs, when he got back to the party he had to act as if nothing had happened. But fate was on their side to bring them together.

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CAUSE HOWWW DOES HE KEEP GETTING FINERRR??? I WANT TO RIDE HIS FACE AND PULL ON THAT HAIIRRR. I NEED TO MARK HIS NECK ALL UP. I NEED HIM.

Legit when I saw this picture I screamed😫 and creamed a little.

[luvrxbunny]

spot the difference

spoiler alert: there isn’t one

[belnatra-art]

Just wanted to drop this assignment from my character design class! We had to take a live-action character and turn them into a cartoon or illustrated version. I picked Joel from The Last of Us (aka Pedro Pascal in full grumpy dad mode).

Tried to keep the rugged, tired-of-everything vibe while pushing the shapes and expressions into my style.