#daddy Pedro

[xxhypersomnia]

I love when I think I’ve seen all the photos of this man multiple times and then suddenly discover a new one.

Dear lord he’s gorgeous in every damn photo 🫠

This actually might be a new favorite of mine…

Here’s a source that was found and sent to me:

https://www.laughingplace.com/w/articles/2020/06/12/what-we-learned-from-disney-gallery-the-mandalorian-episode-7-score/ thanks @dsneybuf91

[missbabyjay]

A Night Out - Pedro Pascal x F Reader

SMUT BABY SMUT

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I am so feral I don't know where this piece came from but I hope you all enjoy it lmao

Warnings/Content: Explicit, Smut, Domination, Rough, Unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy y'all), Age gap, Alcohol

Summary: You attend an event with Pedro to celebrate TLOU. When a stranger gets too close Pedro feels the need to show you that you're his, and only his.

Word Count: 2.6 K

I am taking requests <3

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The sun was beginning to fade, letting you know your time was running short. You groaned, hesitating to begin getting ready. Doing your hair and makeup took effort that you couldn’t work up at the moment, and you didn’t even want to go out in the first place.

Pedro just finished filming, meaning there were many events for him to attend - for promo as well as celebration. You wanted to be a supportive girlfriend by attending the events with him, but you weren’t the going out type. You enjoyed staying in, cozying up in your housecoat with a cup of tea, of course, while you created your own reality through your passion for writing. You enjoyed being a homebody and so did Pedro at times, but things were different tonight. 

You finally pushed through the lack of motivation and found yourself propped up in front of the large mirror that resided in your washroom. You started with your hair, slicking it back into a tight, low bun. You followed by applying some light makeup - just enough to flatter your natural beauty. The event you were attending was formal, so you figured it would be fun to wear some jewellery that you didn’t typically reach for on a regular day. You grabbed a pair of long, dangly earrings. The diamonds shined as they were met with the bright lights of the bathroom. You struggled with a dainty necklace, but after a few tries you were able to open the clasp making you able to place it around your neck.

You were face to face with yourself in the mirror, analysing every feature. You felt a rush of confidence pour over you, and suddenly you felt excited to attend the party. You shimmied on your dress of choice - a short, all black, off the shoulder dress that hugged your curves oh, so perfectly. You paired the dress with some short heels and made your way to the kitchen. You were eager to see Pedro, knowing how weak his knees would become the second he saw you.

This was one of the first events you were attending with him since you began seeing each other. You felt your nerves rattle inside of you as you opened your liquor cabinet - “A drink should help,” you muttered to yourself. You grabbed the clear, stubby bottle of patron from the highest shelf, perched on your tippy toes. “Perfect”. You popped the cork off of the bottle and poured a generous serving into a low glass. You grabbed a few ice cubes from the fridge and popped them in the glass to mingle with the liquor. You thought about drinking it on the rocks for a second, as your nerves were bouncing off the walls, but maybe a mixer was in your best favour instead. 

The first sip graciously coated your throat, instantly calming your nerves. You were caught off guard when there was a pattern of knocks placed on your front door. “Pedro”, you lovingly said. You quickly downed the rest of your drink, hoping you wouldn’t regret that choice later on. The moment finally came; your clammy palms quickly grabbed for the cold door handle. Your face immediately became flushed as Pedro stood before you - he looked dashing. An all black suit covered him, tight enough that you could see his toned body popping through the sleeves. You couldn’t deny you felt yourself becoming heated in your sweet spot.

“Mi amor, you look so gorgeous,” he said in a husky tone, snapping you out of your daze. You blushed, as he reached his arm around your waist pulling you in to meet his soft, tender lips. You were expecting a friendly peck, but Pedro intensified the kiss while pulling you as close as he could possibly get you - yearning for the two of you to become one. His hand travelled to your ass, viciously gripping it, transferring a moan from your mouth to his. He finally pulled back, showing a cheeky grin after seeing the shocked look plastered across your face when you realised the two of you were practically standing in the hallway - visible to any passing neighbours. 

“C’mon sugar, we’ve gotta get going… the party started 20 minutes ago,” he said while rubbing the back of his neck. You giggled, hastily grabbing your purse and locking your front door. 

… 

The uber pulled to the curb in front of a condominium in Manhattan. When you exited the car your eyes followed up the tall, glistening building that towered over the street. “Wow,” you shockingly expressed. Pedro chuckled, “Here we are!” He gently grabbed your hand and led you towards the entrance. The party was far more glamorous than you had imagined - it was located on the rooftop of a high-class building. As you peered over the edge your eyes were met with the majestic skyline of New York City. The view was hypnotising. You weren’t from NYC originally, as you grew up in a small rural town, making this the first time you’ve seen a view like this. 

The party was crowded, you recognized a few faces; those who were a part of TLOU and others who were simply there to celebrate their successful friends. The warm summer night was paired with a light breeze causing enough goosebumps for you to nuzzle into Pedro. Eventually you parted ways making a trip to the open bar, “Props to whoever made this happen,” you mumbled as you set yourself up on a padded bar stool. You ordered a paloma, nice and simple for a beautiful summer night. You glanced around the party watching passionate conversations filled with laughter. You didn’t enjoy going out often but you enjoyed people watching - it soothes your soul.

You decided to enjoy your drink alone at the bar to give Pedro some time to catch up with his castmates. You caught a glimpse of Pedro and he sent you a little wink, making your cheeks heat up. You loved that man, and you especially loved how he wasn’t embarrassed to be in public with you. The two of you had a significant age gap, nothing worrying, but you figured most people would be judgy. Pedro felt the need to be your protector - he loved keeping you safe. 

As you were finishing up your drink you hopped off the stool and ordered another, alongside a beer to bring to Pedro. An arm wrapped around your waist making you jolt, as you turned your head you expected to see Pedro’s face but instead you met a stranger’ face, “Um- Can I help you?” you said as you removed yourself from the man’s hold. “What’s a pretty little girl like you doing at a party like this? I don’t see your face on any billboards,” he slurred, pushing a cocktail your way. You could smell the copious amounts of liquor he had obviously consumed. “I am here with my boyfriend. I appreciate the gesture but, no thank you,” you signalled “no” with your hand.

The man continued blabbering his mouth off until you were pulled aside - this time you knew it was Pedro. “Hey buddy, how about you leave my girlfriend alone,” Pedro’s voice filled with aggression while he tightly gripped you. “You’re the boyfriend? Pfft, yeah okay big shot,” the man said as he rolled his eyes and turned away from the two of you. Pedro’s grasp was still tight on you as he turned to you. “You okay, sugar?” his hot breath cascading across your neck, his grip still tight around your upper arm. He slipped his other arm around your waist pulling you close to him once again. Your eyes lingered between his chocolate brown eyes and his plush, pink lips. His arm travelled from your upper arm to your neck, keeping a tight grip around you.

You felt an intense ache begin between your legs, your cunt beginning to drip - moistening your tiny little panties. He came close to you once again, “I need you now,” he demanded. He forcefully led you towards the bathrooms, your knees instantly weakening making you struggle to keep up with Pedro. Typically this would not be your cup of tea, but these washrooms were elegantly decorated - pristine.

As soon as the two of you entered the small room Pedro locked the door. He viciously pushed you against the wall and began using his hands to explore your body. You were holding back moans in fear of anyone hearing while they passed the bathroom, although the party was rather loud. His hot, chiselled body was pressed tight against you, leaving no space between your chests. His hands travelled from your sides down to the bottom hem of your dress where he began to teasingly grip it, “I’m gonna show you that you’re mine, and only mine tonight,” he instructed while grazing his teeth against your neck. You could tell the incident from earlier made a wave of jealousy wash over him and you weren’t mad about it - you loved this side of him.

Your hands trailed upwards to his brown curls, twirling and gripping them between your fingers. Pedro moaned into your neck, he loved when you played with his hair. He finally lifted your dress, exposing your bottom half which was only covered with a lacy g-string. He growled as he looked down, raising his hand to grip your throat - his grip was even tighter than before. You gasped for air as he ran his pointer finger over your clothed pussy, feeling the wetness that had already accumulated, “already?” he tsked, as he pushed your panties to the side. His finger gently traced your folds, teasing you every second. “My hands look so good around you, mi amor” he hissed into the air. 

You couldn’t contain yourself as he held you by your throat and toyed with your sweet spot. You were loving every second of him dominating you; you loved Pedro’s sweetness but his roughness was your favourite. You were shocked when Pedro ripped off your panties in one swift motion, leaving a somewhat burning feeling against your skin - you enjoyed it. “Did that hurt?” he genuinely asked, “No,” you moaned out. No matter how rough Pedro was with you he always checked in on you, he was so sweet.

As you grasped at his shoulders to help keep you stable he inserted one single finger inside of you, slowly teasing away causing you to ache even more for him. “Fuck”, you let out hoarsly. Pedro smirked, “Such a little slut,” he taunted before quickly adding another finger. You felt your knees buckle beneath you as you ran out of energy to keep yourself standing. Pedro removed his fingers causing you to let out a disappointed moan. He lowered himself and placed your right leg over his shoulder. Your breath hitched as he looked at you from below, gliding his lips across your dripping core. You squirmed, causing Pedro to grip at your hips forcefully making you stay still - or at least attempting to. 

His tongue began to lap away at your folds, teasing your aching bud every once and a while until he decided to move his focus there. Your eyes squeezed shut as he circled his tongue around your sensitive area, causing a knot to start forming deep within your lower stomach. Your hips began to jerk against Pedro’s face, longing for more friction as you chased your orgasm. Pedro quickened the pace of his tongue, driving you to an out of body experience as your muscles tensed and you reached your high. 

Your skin tingled as you attempted to catch your breath, but Pedro didn’t give you a chance as he stood up and stuck the two fingers that he pleased you with into your mouth, forcing you to indulge in the taste of yourself. “Good girl,” he said as he removed your fingers and licked them himself, “you taste so good,” he praised. “Up,” he demanded as he signalled for you to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist as he gripped your ass. He led you to the counter and placed himself in between your wet thighs. You wondered where your underwear were for a second before Pedro pulled them from his pocket, “Gotta keep you quiet for this,” he purred as he smirked at you. Suddenly Pedro placed your dainty panties within your mouth, “Holy shit,” you thought to yourself as you nearly melted into a pile of nothing.

Pedro unbuttoned his clothing above his waist leaving his soft tanned skin exposed. You ran your fingers from his pecks to his waistline, swiftly helping him remove his belt. He pulled his pants as well as his boxers down just enough to expose his aching cock. You spared no time and took him into your hands, slowly massaging him as his head tilted downwards. He let out an animalistic growl, removing your hands and giving himself a few pumps before he lined himself up with your soaking wet core. He slid the tip of his cock in between your folds a few times; moistening himself with your sweet liquids. His eyes met yours and he filled you in one easy motion. You bit down on your panties, gripping the sides of the counter you sat upon. Pedro was generous, giving a few slow thrusts before he hastily picked up the speed of his movements. He gripped your hips allowing him to have more control of how your bodies moved together. You looked down to watch his cock disappearing inside of you, causing your eyes to roll as he hit the perfect spot. 

The sounds of your bare skin making contact filled the room and you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. Pedro grasped the back of your head bringing his forehead to yours, not once breaking eye contact as he mercilessly pounded your pussy. “Come for me again, sugar,” he demanded. He gripped your ass and slightly lifted you off the counter, allowing him to pull your bottom half closer to him every time he thrusted into you. Your arms held yourself up on the counter as you felt the rush of warmth reach your lower stomach once again causing you to lose all composure. You reached your climax causing you to scream out, thankfully the panties muffled it - slightly. 

You attempted to collect yourself as you came down, feeling Pedro’s thrusts becoming sloppier. You bit your lip while you stared him down knowing your eyes made him crazy, “Fuck baby, I-I’m gonna fill you up,” he stuttered, struggling to get his words out as he too was quick to reaching his high. “Come for me, daddy,” you purred, causing Pedro to send you a devilish smirk before he was pushed over the edge, closing his eyes as he threw his head backwards.

He remained in you for a moment while the both of you caught your breath. You removed your panties, “Damn baby”, you exclaimed. Pedro giggled at your reaction. He pulled out of you, allowing you to hop off the counter so you could clean yourself up. He placed a kiss on your temple, while the two of you readjusted yourselves, trying to fix your hair and makeup so nothing looked too off. “You are so good, princesa,” he cooed to you as he pulled you into a loving embrace, “I’m so lucky you’re mine”. You tighten your arms around his waist, placing a kiss on his chest.

You patted down your dress and slightly fixed your hair as Pedro peeked his head out of the door to see if the coast was clear. “We’re good to go,” he reached for your hand - intertwining your fingers with his. The two of you made your way to the bar, most definitely needing some hydration after that.

Tags: @purplerain85

[buckyhoney]

[baddestbittyontheblock]

pedro pascal fic recs

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˗ˏˋ☆ˎˊ˗ nervous by @amazonabxtch pedro pascal x actress!wife!reader | reader as an adult (around her 40’s) and I wrote her as a latinamerican, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of unprotected sex, mentions of covid pandemic, a bunch of cuteness and fluff

-what was supposed to be a normal q&a, it turned into pedro teasing and making you blush

˗ˏˋ☆ˎˊ˗ the happiest place on earth by @pascallllllll1 pedro pascal x reader | pregnancy, suggests smut but no actual smut, 2k

-reader and pedro pascal have a daughter named Esmeralda and they go to disney for the first time. they dress her up in a Grogu costume and go visit the mando and everybody go crazy to see pedro and his daughter.

˗ˏˋ☆ˎˊ˗ flashing lights by @bbygirlpascal pedro pascal x fem!reader | 18+ nsfw (smut, unprotected, public sex, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink)

-you and pedro are at a red carpet event and he just cannot take his eyes off of you the whole night so he's gotta do something about it.

˗ˏˋ☆ˎˊ˗ dizzy spells by @pascallllllll1 pedro pascal x reader | mentions use of IV’s/needles and unplanned pregnancy. age gap relationship (very legal), 1K+

-pedro being the caring and loving boyfriend he is forces reader to get looked at after experiencing dizziness and fainting.

˗ˏˋ☆ˎˊ˗ crimson tide by @pascallllllll1 pedro pascal x reader | blood, period talk, swearing, mentions over the counter pain medication, brief daddy kink(common this is about Mr “I’m your daddy” what do you expect?), unprotected sex

-reader gets her period and pedro helps;)

˗ˏˋ☆ˎˊ˗ the best kisser by @fooled-around-and-fell pedro pascal x fem!reader | romance, fluff, flirting, sex jokes

-you were interviewed by vanity fair for their lie detector episode which went viral.. and pedro happened to watch it as well.

˗ˏˋ☆ˎˊ˗ high by @writersblog20 pedro pascal x reader | smoking weed, drinking alcohol, age-gap, sexual tension, reader gets picked up, smut, p in v, no condom (please do use a condom), mention of panic and anxiety (just one sentence or so) oral female receiving, squirting, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names, pedro being called: papi, creampie, blowjob, soft sex, soft pedro, overstimulation, aftercare and fluff, 4k

-after a very shitty day, your neighbor, pedro helps you to relax in every way possible

[midorisplash]

POV: Your Friends Hot Dad.

Pairing: Sub!Pedro Pascal x Dom!Reader

Summary: You’re Pedro’s daughter friend that always vists their house, just to ‘see your friend.’

Warnings: Degrading, Nipple play, Handjob, cum eating, lots of sweetie, blowjob, he comes quick. Adults.

Part 2

Word Count: 3.9K

A/n: ignore mistakes, this was straight up just horny writing I edited.

(Not my gif)

Pedro's daughter wasn’t your best friend, but you two were definitely close. Close enough that it was normal to see you at her house almost every week. But honestly, you only went to her house for one reason. Her dad.

(Friend name) opened the door to her dad's house looking at you with a half smile. “Hey, I’m already ready, I just need to go pee real quick.” She spoke speeding away. You blinked and nodded closing the door behind you as you walked in looking over to the kitchen and seeing her dad, Pedro. You smiled taking a breath before walking over and standing on the other side of his kitchen island. “Hi, Pedro.” You spoke softly resting your elbows on the counter and putting your chin in your hands. “Hi, sweetheart.” He smiled giggling a little at how you were posed bringing his coffee mug up to his lips. You smiled back staring intensely at the coffee mug watching his lips gently wrap around the rim taking a sip. You were so caught up in staring that you didn’t even notice he was still looking at you. He pulled the mug away touching his beard and mouth. “Is there something on my face?” You blinked at his words standing up straight “What? No.” You giggled shyly. He nodded bringing his hands to rest on the counter and placing the mug down. “You too are going to the mall right?” You nodded quickly. “Good, do you think you can get me something?” “Of course, anything.” You spoke cringing at how desperate you sounded. “I just want some frozen yogurt.” He grinned “I shouldn’t, I told (friend's name) I was gonna stop with sweets but I can’t stop thinking about it.” He spoke with a gentle chuckle. You nodded reaching into your back pocket and pulling out your phone “I’ll get it. How about you text me what flavor.” You spoke going to the phone app and handing him your phone with a radiant smile.

You had been thinking of a way to get his number for a while now. And finally, you got this chance. but even if you would have got it before, there was no reason for you to be texting or calling him away. You just like the thought of having it.

He glanced at the phone and then started looking around confused taping the top of his head and smiling. “My glasses.” He whispered bringing them down to his face and grabbing the phone typing his number just as your friend came out of the bathroom. “Okay! You ready?” She spoke strolling over and grabbing her purse off the couch then heading over to her dad. “Yes.” You smiled looking over at Pedro who finished typing his number sliding the phone onto the island to you and then facing his daughter. “Alright! Hug me. Be careful.” He spoke embracing her tightly making her face scrunch up. “Dad..” she whispered hugging him back weakly. He giggled almost picking her up then looked over at you opening his arm for you to join the hug. Your eyes light up heading over quickly and wrapping your arms around him as he embraced you both. “love you two. Text me when you get there okay sweetie?” He spoke pulling away and then looking at you. "You too" he spoke winking at you quickly. “Okay get out.” He said turning around and walking toward his couch. His daughter playfully rolled her eyes looking at you. “Let’s go.”

You spent the whole day at the mall and the only thing you could think about was Pedro, how he hugged you, he even said he loved you. Of course, he was just being kind since you are always over but it meant so much. You made sure to get his frozen yogurt texting to find out what flavor and toppings he wanted cheerfully purchasing it. As the mall trip came to an end you and (friend's name) headed to her house. Usually, you would have gone home after dropping her off but tonight, you just didn’t wanna leave. You wanted to be around Pedro some more. At least one more time before the night was over. So you requested for the first time for her to ask Pedro if you could spend the night.

By the time you got home to her home, Pedro was laying on the couch already wearing his Pajama pants sitting up when he heard the door open and then quickly standing. “Hi, dad.” Your friend spoke walking to the kitchen as you walked in behind her looking over at him holding up the cup of frozen yogurt with a bright smile. His eyes widened walking over and taking it “Yes! Thank you so much, baby!” He jumped before leaning in and hugging you tightly. His daughter looked over placing her bags on the island then sighed. “I thought you said no sweets?” “Shh. I don’t wanna hear it, that’s why I asked them to get it for me.” He spoke with a pout pulling away one of his hands still resting on your shoulder. You stiffened looking down at Pedro's body slowly then quickly back to his eyes just as they meet yours. “Thank you.” He whispered squeezing your shoulder gently and walking over to the kitchen. 

You stood there a little before snapping out your brain fog and closing the front door, twisting and walking over to the kitchen to join them. “And your gonna eat it before bed?” She spoke shaking her head pulling her phone out and resting her arms on the counter. “If you want some you just have to ask, I’ll give you some.” He giggled putting down the cup and opening the lid sliding his hand down the counter and getting a spoon from the drawer below him. “Well, I might only want a nibble.” She murmured. He nodded scoping a small bite and bringing the spoon to her mouth “Open.” She blinked pulling away slightly before leaning in and taking a nibble without her mouth touching the spoon “Oh it’s good!” She hummed looking down at her phone. You watched him closely noticing the way his shirt hugged his arms. How his waist was noticeably small even through the shirt, gulping at the way his pants are so tight only around his big butt and thighs. So hooked on his body, you didn’t notice him looking at you now. “Y/n?” He spoke making you zone back in meeting his eyes. “You want some?” You nodded slowly walking over to him watching him scope some more and bring it to your lips. “Open.” You opened your mouth staring into his eyes as he put the spoon in staring back at yours his eyebrows frowning before looking away. You smiled sucking on the spoon a little as he pulled it out. “It’s good.” You beamed to yourself noticing how it looked like he got nervous from that as he looked up and smiled shyly looking back to the yogurt. “G-good! Now my turn to taste!” He smiled you watched him scoped some up and eat It, your mouth almost watered at the fact he didn’t change the spoon. He even sucked on it a little looking over at you.

You watched him closely with doe eyes before his daughter started speaking looking up from her phone. “Oh yeah, dad is it okay if y/n stays the night?” He looked at her. “I don’t see why not. I’ll cook us breakfast in the morning. It’ll be fun.” He smiled clapping. You bobbed slightly, excitedly looking at your friend. “Yes! It will be!” You spoke and then looked at Pedro. 

The night grew longer and Pedro finished his yogurt saving the smallest amount and putting it in the fridge. “You're not even gonna eat that later.” His daughter chuckled. “Then one of you can eat it.” He spoke stretching. “I’m gonna go lay down.” Pedro yawned. His daughter nodded “Yeah me too, I’ll probably go to sleep soon if that's okay.” She spoke looking at you “of course, I will too. ” You spoke looking over at Pedro “Goodnight, see you in the morning.” He looked at you and nodded “See you in the morning sweetheart.” He walked over to his daughter kissing her head before walking away towards his room. “Alright follow me..” she spoke through a yawn grabbing your hand and leading you to her bedroom.

She had changed her clothes and let you borrow some of hers slipping into her bed luckily big enough to fit you both. You got in next to her watching her turn on the tv. “Let’s watch something before bed.” She spoke. But, before you knew it you both had fallen asleep snoring, and all before you snapped awake your body suddenly remembered you weren’t in your own bed. You groaned feeling the bed for your phone finding hers and picking it up with a grunt seeing it was 5 am. “Danm.” You mumbled yawning and sitting up taking the covers off yourself and standing up slowly making sure to be careful not to wake your friends putting the covers snug on her.

You walked out of her room sleepily trying to remember the layout while heading to the bathroom when you stopped in your tracks. It’s Pedro's room. What if you just checked to see if he was awake? He did say he’d cook breakfast maybe he should start early, (friend's name.) could probably wake up soon. You looked at the door and walked over to it pressing your ear against it listening and only hearing the sound of his tv. You pulled away bringing your hand to the doorknob holding onto it and breathing out slowly before opening the door slightly peeking your head in. Pedro was just laying in his bed with a pillow between his legs watching tv intensely. You watched him opening the door some more for a better view, him somehow still not noticing you.

You gulped opening it completely and walking in his head turning toward the door and squinting. “Y-y/n?” He spoke. “Um..yeah?” You whispered gripping the door handle tightly. “Oh.. good morning sweetie.” He smiled looking back at the tv. “Good morning.” You spoke closing the door behind you and standing at the entrance awkwardly looking around his room. He watched the tv a second longer before shifting to look at you chuckling slightly “What’s up?” “Nothing.” You gulped looking down at his body. He looks so good. This is your first time being in his room and it just made you want to touch him even more. What’s the worst that could happen? He’d probably just ask you to leave. You swallow walking closer to him as he tried watching you as you sat behind him “You okay baby?” 

You nodded slowly placing your hand on his waist rubbing down to his hips and over his ass slightly pulling away with wide eyes scared at what he was gonna say. He blinked turning his upper body to you. “Why’d you do that?” He whispered. “I-I just wanted to touch you.” You uttered looking down then back up meeting his eyes. “Oh okay..” he spoke. It was silent for a moment before he started talking. “You can keep touching, give me a message while you're at it.” He chuckled facing back toward the tv. You blinked with frowned eyebrows before licking your lips and seizing your opportunity rubbing on his waist then to his back his tight shirt making your hand glide easily. You massaged over his shoulder then up his neck gently messaging his head earning a soft groan from him. You almost moaned just from that you gripping his hair slightly. “Oh…y/n?” He uttered with a raspy voice as he smiled clearing his throat. “Careful sweetie.” You nodded slowly but weren't gonna listen, you wanted to hear his groan again even if it was just a little.

You grabbed his hair again this time harder watching him suck in his bottom lip between his teeth. “Y/n..” he moaned clearing his throat again trying to turn and look at you, but you kept his head forward taking your free hand and bringing it to his ass rubbing it softly. You were doing too much now but all you could think about was how badly you had been wanting to touch him, he could always tell you to leave and of course, you would. He furrowed his eyebrows “W-we shouldn’t do this sweetheart..” He groaned trying to keep his voice sounding normal but he was failing sounding still unstable. “T-then..you shouldn’t sound like you like it?” You spoke swallowing nervously “Do you like it?” You whispered leaning in his ear tightening your grip on his hair. “Y-yes!” He whined covering his mouth just as you smacked his ass. 

You smiled brightly your nervousness fading as you let go of his hair grabbing the pillow in front of him and placing it by his head. You slowly slide your hand on his butt up to his waist then bringing it to his mouth. “Open.” He listened opening his mouth as you slide your finger in turning his head by his hair so he looked at you while gently sucking your finger. You smiled at him rubbing his head. “Good boy.” His eyebrows were knitted together his eyes were already shiny. “Do you want me to touch you, Pedro? Have you… Every thought about me touching you? Be honest.” You spoke pulling your finger out his mouth so he could speak. He caught his breath panting quietly before nodding slowly. You blinked. “R-really tell me about it.” You spoke shifting your gaze to look down his body and seeing his bulge in his PJs. “I-I think about that after I catch you staring at me. I always want you to just…come up and hug me.” He whispered looking at your face as your eyes came back up to meet his. “That’s how you think about me touching you? You’re cute Pedro, but I meant like this.” You said running your hand down his chest to the top of his PJs gently sliding your fingertips under the hem of them making his breath hitch. “You get what I’m saying now?” 

He nodded quickly. “S-sweetie i-i …I can’t do this! I haven’t done anything like this in so long.” He moaned nervously. You pouted rubbing his head. “Yes, you can. It’s okay.” You whispered. “I know you wanna do this, So tell me, Have you ever thought about me touching you, here.” You moved your hand down further into his pants cupping his bugle over his underwear. He jerked in your hand squeezing his eyes shut and then opening them. “I thought about it!” He whined out feeling your hand slowly moving up and down. “Come on Pedro. tell me about it. Then maybe I can do it for you.” You spoke softly. He nodded quickly “O-okay...I thought about you coming into my room... Kinda like how this started.” He chuckled softly “And uh you ask me if you could…make me cum, cause you love me so much. I always see the way you look at me y/n… I can’t help but think plenty of things sometimes.” He uttered softly. You giggled “And I thought I wasn’t being obvious.” You looked down at your hand in his pants. “Well, Pedro. I wanna make you cum.” You leaned down whispering in his ear. “Please, baby.” He whimpered thrusting against your hand.

You giggled pulling your hand out his pants and making him lay on his back grabbing the hem of his PJs and pulling them down so he was only in boxers. You paused a moment before flicking his hard dick. “Agh!” He groaned looking down at his bulge and then back to your eyes .“W-why?” “Sorry l couldn’t help it.” You giggled looking at his chest bringing your other hand to his nipple and flicking it. “Baby…please just start touching what matters.” He whined. You giggled “Slow down Pedro. You really haven’t been touched in a while Huh? But you're so handsome I can’t believe it.” You pouted flicking his other nipple your hand grabbing the hem of his boxers. He shook his head gulping “Y-you are the first person to touch me like this in months.” He whispered his face fading to a slightly red color. You giggled giving his nipple a harsh flick. 

He thrusted up his hand gripping the sheets beside him. You looked away from him to his boxer, pulling them down completely to reveal his precum leaking dick. You blinked tilting your head “Wow.” The way you were looking at his dick made him even more nervous and embarrassed as he brought a hand to cover his red face. You looked at him. “Put your hand down slut.” You spoke harshly and he quickly listened “I-I’m sorry sweetie.” “Good boy, I wanna see your handsome face.” He nodded looking at you with pleading eyes. “Please touch me. Please.” You smiled bringing your hand to only gently touch a finger to his tip still rubbing over his stiff nipple. “Y/n...I can’t..please..” He grunted squirming up for more friction. You chuckled “You’re so cute I just wanna mess with you a little.” You spoke. “But fine, since you said please, I’ll touch your useless cock.” His dick twitched at your words making him whimper covering his mouth but quickly bringing his hand back down. “Oh… you like that?” You whispered wrapping your hand around him fully his precum making it easy to slowly start pumping him. He nodded shyly panting under his breath. 

You abused his sensitive nipples switching between them while your other hand started working faster. “I’ll probably cum quick y/n!” You nodded pinching his tip before starting to go fast again “I know, you're not used to anybody touching your worthless dick. But I’ll touch it from now on.” “Y-yes!” He groaned his head falling to the side with his eyes closed low moans escaping his lips. Your smile radiated before moving your hand back up to his tip quickly stroking just his head as his legs twisted on top of each other. “S-sweetheart…” You hummed and kept doing that till his eyes shoot open. “Baby! I’m gonna cum!” He jerked with a low voice. “Just give me a minute..” He spoke shakily reaching to grab his stomach. You knew he wanted you to stop or at least slow down but you didn’t, keeping your pace brutal pace rubbing his tip and nipples. “Y/n... F-fuck please… slow dow-agh!...” He moaned out bringing his hand to cover his mouth just as his orgasm broke through him. His legs bent and twitched up, cum leaking out his dick down your fist and pooling at his pubic area. You watched in awe as his dick twitched in your fist. And listened to how he moaned loudly into his hand. 

He panted looking at you his cheeks red and his eyes glossy moving his hand down to rub his stomach. “Gosh, I-I’m so embarrassed.” He chuckled softly his dick starting to slowly stop twitching. “You must have been pimped up. There’s so much.” He nodded slowly “Thank you for helping me, sweetie.” You smiled at him pulling your hand off his dick and bringing it to his lips. He frowned and looked at your cum covered hand then back to you. “I’ve uh never done that before.” He whispered. “Open your mouth, Pedro.” He swallowed and nodded quickly opening his mouth and letting you slide your fingers into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around tasting his cum. You watched him closely licking your lips giving him time to clean them fully before sliding them out with a plop and slapping his face lightly. You looked back down at his dick still hard tilting your head. “It’ll uh.. go down soon.” He smiled licking his lip. “I want to taste your cum too..” You hummed. “Sit up.” He blinked but listened quickly sitting up and sitting on the edge of the bed looking at you as you got off the bed and walked in front of him. “Can you cum again? In my mouth this time?” You spoke with a smile. “I can, baby.” He nodded quickly taking his hand and wrapping it around his sensitive dick whimpering in pain.

You giggled at his scrunched-up face as he started moving his hand up and down wasting no time going quickly. You blinked and then smiled before grabbing his wrist. “Slowly first Pedro.” You spoke moving his wrist up and down slowly. He nodded “R-right.” He uttered looking down at your face, your eyes staring at him like you always like you just want to tear him apart and eat him. Looking at your face quickly turned his sensitivity to pleasure working his cock barely faster. You stuck your tongue out keeping strong eye contact. He reached out with his free hand rubbing your face with frowned eyebrows slowly putting his thumb on your tongue. You giggled raising and eyebrows starting to suck on his thumb swirling your tongue over the tip of it. “Oh, baby…” He groaned closing his eyes before opening them slightly trying to keep watching you. He wanted to hold off but he felt the knot in his stomach daring to break and he knew he couldn't much longer. “I-I need to cum again sweetie… I-I’m sorry…”

You popped off his thumb bringing your hand to hold his. “Already? Your cock is hopeless.” He nodded quickly. “You’re right! I’m sorry! Stick your tongue out, please! Fuck…” He sobbed out as you wasted no time sticking your tongue out. He let go of his dick sitting up more and pressing the head on your tongue rubbing back and forth until his orgasm started ripping through him sending a loud yelp out of him. He brought his hand to cover his mouth while you wrapped your mouth around his tip his hips thrusting up his cum further down your throat. Your eyebrows threaded together at the taste since it was your first time tasting cum, you were simply just happy it was Pedro. You let him finish his high sucking on his tip before pulling away when you felt his dick stop twitching. “Mmm, taste good.” You giggled taking a moment to swallow all his cum. He panted closing his eyes before letting his body fall back on the bed. 

“I can’t believe this happened.” He whispered sitting back up. “We.. uh can’t ever let my daughter find out this happened.” He looked over his shoulder to the clock behind him and then back to you. “I should start cooking.” You nodded “of course, I promise she won’t find out this happened.” You smiled leaning to his face and kissing him. He kissed back groaning a little as the kiss deepened his hand grabbing onto your waist trying to pull you onto his lap. You smiled into the kiss pulling away. “Let’s do this again.” You smiled pecking his cheek before backing out of his touch and walking towards his door.

“I’ll see you at breakfast.” He smiled watching. You nodded. “See you at breakfast Pedro.” You spoke walking out of his room closing the door behind you and jumping happily trying to contain your squeaks. When you walked back over to (friend's name) door and opened she was just waking up rubbing her eyes. You took a deep breath and walked in a sitting on her bed. "Where did you go? is breakfast ready?" You swallowed. "Just to the bathroom, it should be ready soon." You spoke with a smile.

[alex-iltempo]

Who tf in their sanity will refuse to hug PP?

[turbosluts]

Joel🥵🤤🥴

[pforpedro]

COLLIDE

Pedro Pascal x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut (no spoilers ;)), 18+ content, fem!reader, reader is aged up. MINORS DNI.

Summary: once a platonic soulmate, always a platonic soulmate… right?

“Just… Fuck…”

A shallow groan was all you could muster as your ears burned to the sound of your alarm wailing on your nightstand that had been lulling away to itself for what felt like the last hour and a half. There was no way it was six am already, it had to be your mind playing tricks on you.

*BUZZ, BUZZ* *BUZZ, BUZZ*

“ALRIGHT!” You shrieked, throwing your arms outright to support your aching body as you rose from your warm grave of blankets and soft pillows, grasping your phone in anger. You muttered sour nothings as your eyes stung from the sudden bright light, finger hovering over the screen ready to spam the ‘STOP’ button on your six am alarm.

“The fuck?” You whispered into the darkness of your room as your eyes finally adjusted to the light, reading the time that shone on your phone screen. 1:23am, seven missed calls from Pedro. It wasn’t unusual for Pedro to spam you with calls, so the panic in your chest slowly dissipated once your mind reigned in on the situation at hand.

‘call me as soon as you get this’

You swallowed, blinking softly as you read the message. Strange. No lighthearted emoji at the end, the tone was harsh. It lit a fire of discomfort in your chest. You made no acts of hesitation as you sat upright in bed, feeling the chill from your open window riddling beneath the curve in your sleep shirt and settling into the skin of your back. You worked quickly as you dialled, pressing the phone to your ear and awaiting an answer. Pedro was never usually so serious, he was a man who never fell short of a good laugh, so you knew in your chest that something had to be wrong.

The line dialled for a while, longer than you would have anticipated. The sense that something was wrong consumed the air around you as you sat patiently waiting for a response.

The sound of a car door slamming made your skeleton pounce from the seal of your skin, head spinning to your bedroom window behind the frame of your bed. Headlights shone bright down the driveway of your one level apartment setting your adrenaline rushing into fight or flight mode.

“What the fuck?” You grunted softly as you spun, setting your feet down on the cool carpet of your bedroom floor and moving to the slight crack in the open window, drawing back the curtain slightly to reveal the world outside.

The headlights once illuminating the walls of your bedroom dissipated and the sound of the running engine was killed as your eyes locked onto the vehicle. There was no one in sight.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Jesus!” You whispered harshly, flinching to the sudden sound coming from your living room. Adrenaline now rushing you lunged for the baseball bat hanging on the wall by your bed, holding it tightly as it swung by your thigh as you made haste for the living room where your front door way located.

There was never anyone in the right frame of mind that came knocking on your door in the middle of the night. You practically lived in the centre of no where. Ready for trouble you grasped your keys, bat by your side, and unlocked the door. As the lock turned you grasped the handle, raising the bat over your shoulder as the frame swung wide.

“What do you want?!”

“Jesus!” The tall male took a step back, shielding his body from the eager stare of your bat that remained high above your shoulder, ready to swing, “it’s me! It’s Pedro! Lower the weapon!”

“Shit!” You dropped the bat to your side once again, exhaling in relief as your heart thundered against your rib cage, “shit I’m sorry, what- what are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night,” you asked softly, eyes squinting to capture his features in the dark.

The friendship between yourself and Pedro had blossomed over the course of the last nine months during the production of the HBO series ‘The Last of Us’, you’d only been cast as an extra but your personalities clashed in the most wonderful way. You were only in one episode, but after discovering your platonic soulmate, he’d invited you to set almost every day, hence the six am alarm.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude, when you didn’t answer your phone I got worried,” he spoke softly with a hint of guilt and worry laced in his words.

“Well… I mean it is like past one am,” you chuckled softly but the action wasn’t reciprocated, “are you alright? Do you wanna come inside?”

“No, no it’s fine, I’m sorry for bothering you so late.”

“Dude, you’re here now, please just come in,” you argued gently, standing to the left and inviting him into your home. With weary eyes he stepped forward, passing by you as you stood holding the doorframe. His scent consumed you as he passed, filling your chest with comfort and serenity.

Pedro was much older than you, well, so he always told you he was. When you were laughing along after he told you a stupid ‘dad’ joke, the age gap didn’t feel so big. You were 26, he was 47, age really is just a number. People always asked if you ever saw Pedro as a father figure when you shared photos of you on instagram and twitter. You’d never really thought of him that way at all, he was your best friend. A should to cry on.

Reaching for the light switch, you dropped the bat by the wall and pulled your sleep shirt down a little to cover the panties you were wearing, “so is everything okay?” You asked light heartedly as you watched him take a seat on your couch, resting his hands in his lap.

“Kinda… my uh, my apartment bathroom flooded,” he said as a-matter-of-factly, “so they’ve been doing repairs all night and I can’t sleep,” he sighed softly, glancing over to you standing by the kitchen counter just left to your joint living room.

“Jeez, you call an emergency plumber?” You asked as you grasped two beers from your small refrigerator, holding each between your fingers as you sauntered over to the couch, grasping the blanket that was laying on the back.

“Yeah they said one of the pipes burst or something?” He screwed his brows together in confusion, “I don’t know, sounded big whatever is was,” he sighed, rubbing his hands over his jeans as you offered him the beer which he politely declined.

“You’re not driving home you can crash here, take it,” you nudged his fingers with the rim of the bottle gently, ushering him to take it from you. He looked at you in slightly dismay before taking the bottle from your grasp.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I really don’t mean to intrude-“

“Pedro, shut up,” you chuckled, “its the least I could do after everything you’ve done for me,” you smiled, popping the cap of the bottle against the coffee table, “I must say though one beer and then I’m back to bed because we gotta be up early,” you raised your brow as you tilted the tip towards him earning a smile in return before pressing the cold bottle to your lips and taking a sip.

—

“For the last time, P, no!” You giggled harshly as he snatched the blanket from your grasp, “bed, now! You’re my guest, I will take the couch! Really, I don’t mind!”

“You’re not sleeping on the couch!” He smiled softly, “go to bed, please, I insist.”

“For fuck sake,” you sighed with a smirk, “you know what, fuck it, we’re sharing the bed.”

“Y/N I-“

“Ah, ah!” You imposed, “look it gets really cold in here at night and you’re like a human radiator, I could use the extra heat,” you shrugged as you grasped the blanket from his hold, “I promise I’ll keep to my side of the bed.”

You’d shared a hotel bed one time with Pedro before, much to his dismay as you starfished all through the night and took up the majority of the room. He’d joked about it for weeks after that.

Pedro followed you to the bedroom cautiously, watching as you flicked on the lamp by your bedside and threw back the quilt to reveal the mattress underneath. Your bed was only a double, but it comfortably fit two people at the best of times.

“Do you need a change of clothes? You’re not sleeping in jeans, right?” You asked as you turned to him, eyes wandering up and down his frame as he stood in the doorway.

“You have clothes that will fit me?”

“Don’t underestimate me, my friend,” you smiled, clambering over your bed and opening your closet door. Breaching your tip toes, you reached for the top shelf, hand wandering around the empty space for a small pile of clothes your ex had left behind.

As you searched, standing by the doorway Pedro couldn’t help but admire the view. The way your sleep top rode just high enough to reveal the line of your panties that sat just above the crease of your cheek. A subtle shade of salmon, his favourite. His eyes felt as though they deceived him, he couldn’t be checking you out right now. It was far too inappropriate.

“These should do,” you grunted softly as you dropped back down to the base of your feet, folded clothes in hand. “They reek of perfume because… well, I don’t need to explain,” you shrugged it off with a lighthearted smile and crawled back over the bed towards Pedro, kneeling as you stretched your arms towards him, “here.”

“Thanks,” he took them from you gently, brushing his hand against your skin.

“You can change here, my bathroom floor is freezing at night, don’t worry I won’t look,” you smiled sheepishly, dropping down to the comfort of your mattress and shielding your eyes beneath the quilt as you turned your back to face him.

Closing your eyes you were once again sealed into darkness and silence. Moments passed, the sound of feet shuffling along your carpet passing through the air. It was subtle, comforting knowing you had someone by your side even for just one night. It had become rather scary at times living alone in the middle of nowhere. Having Pedro here made you feel safe.

A few more moments passed as you began sinking deeper into the bedsheets when you heard the sound of his belt buckle clanging gently as he began to undress his lower half. The platonic scent in the air suddenly shifted and your hairs stood on end. In the split of a second you because hyper aware of what was happening. As though you had been on autopilot this entire time. Pedro was stripping right beside you… where those butterflies in your stomach?

The mattress dipped suddenly, succumbing to the weight of the man that crawled into bed beside you. The chill of the air sank deep into your skin as he lifted the quilt, allowing some of the heat to escape.

“Do you want me to leave the lamp on?” You asked softly as you peaked your head out from beneath the quilt.

“That’s up to you, I don’t mind.”

“Well I usually sleep in the dark,” you lied, knowing most nights you were too afraid sleep without at least your lamp creating a safety barrier around you. Sitting up slowly you reached over, fingers stretching out to grasp the wire attached to your lamp to flick the switch.

Pedro couldn’t help but notice, it was right there, practically mocking him. Your salmon coloured panties had rode right up, slipping between the crevice of your cheeks, your ass on full display. Guns blazed inside his mind as he fought wars to draw his eyes away, feeling the heat bubbling in his veins, blood rushing south. This was wrong. He couldn’t think of you this way.

As the room fell dark he sighed deeply, “I think I’m gonna take the couch.”

“What? Why?” You turned suddenly, eyes filled with confusion, although it was hard to tell in the dark.

What did he say? Tell you that he was developing feelings for you? That his crush for you was crossing boundaries?

“I… I just…”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“God, no!” He shook his head, “No, no, I just feel…” like I want to kiss you, pepper my hands along the skin of your thighs, draw them over my hip while I fuck you deep into the mattress, like the real reason I’m here tonight is because I just wanna be close to you, “bad.”

“Well stop,” you sighed, “stop beating yourself up, I want you here,” you reached out into the darkness, placing your hand on his chest. The subtle action made his breath hitch, feeling the chill in your fingertips pressing into his chest.

“Okay,” he swallowed tightly, agreeing to disagree“we should get some sleep.”

—

The night passed by like water running through a clogged stream.

Pedro couldn’t sleep. Not while he was resting beside you. Head against the headboard, his back pained from the arch in his spine, he couldn’t help but stare. You looked angelic in the dim moonlight that passed by your window. Your hair a subtle mess, breaths shallow, chest rising and falling to the beat of them. Your scent consumed him, from the fabric softener oozing out of the sheets to the scent of your shampoo so close to his frame. You looked so comfortable. It was as though if he slept now he would miss out on these moments that he may never have the liberty of seeking again.

He wasn’t sure when this had all started, he couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t consumed by the giddy feeling of developing your first crush whenever he was around you. Every word you spoke had him in tears of laughter and every touch of your skin made his cheeks burn. It was all until he was reminded just how far you where to reach. How distant he really was. Watching you interact with people your own age made him feel almost guilty for developing feelings for you, what if one day he confessed? What would you say? Would you be disgusted? Would you find it creepy that an older man had feelings for you? He knew you saw him as a friend, but what if maybe, just maybe there was something more hidden beneath the surface?

“Mmm…” you hummed softly, rolling onto your back beside him.

“Jesus,” he cursed beneath his breath, eyes drifting down to where your shirt had rode significantly high above your waist revealing your bare stomach to the room. You looked angelic.

In a moment of hope Pedro took the leap of faith. Tonight was perhaps a one off, he may not get another like it. Sliding down, he shifted carefully, cautious not to wake you as he turned to his side, faces practically touching. He draped his arm over you gently, feeling the cold in your skin as his fingertips graced your stomach.

Almost out of instinct you turned to your side, sighing heavily in the midst of your slumber as you shifted, arching your leg up and over Pedro’s hip, pulling him close and sealing your bodies together.

You were right there.

Lips practically ghosting one another, noses bumping every time you exhaled. He’d never been so close. Never had the luxury of seeing every inch of you from this angle. The weight of your leg over his hip bared no ill comfort, he wanted so desperately to rest his hand against you, pull you closer, let you feel his heat.

“You m’kay?” suddenly you spoke, speech slurred as you referred to the erratic breathing fanning over your face. So caught up in his feelings Pedro hadn’t noticed the danger lurking beneath, becoming hyper aware of what had brewed under the actions of his thoughts.

“M’ fine,” he answered gruffly, attempting to sound as though he had caught at least a moments worth of sleep.

“You’re burning up,” your eyes fluttered open as the words slipped from your lips, shifting your hand that was locked between your bodies.

No, no, NO!

You felt it. It was too late, you were there, you knew, you were touching it…

You didn’t move. Couldn’t move. Your mind was racing, heart thumping. Was your mind once again deceiving you?

Your ears pricked as you listened to the sound of Pedro, swallowing harshly as he shifted away from your touch.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he spluttered as he made his descend to the edge of the bed, trying to escape your presence. The weight of embarrassment rode hard on his shoulders, knowing you had just unclothed his darkest secret in the midst of a single touch.

The sudden grip on the back of his shirt stopped all motion. You didn’t know what you were doing, but whatever it was it felt right. Whatever had happened, happened, and it had set fireworks alight in your stomach. High on adrenaline, with what felt like a pinch of… lust.

“Stay,” you whispered out into the dark, tugging softly on his shirt, asking him willingly to come back into your touch.

“Come here,” your voice was sharper this time, more demanding as he fell into your touch. Rolling over from where he had once sat, his nerves collapsed under the sudden presence of your hand against his cheek. Pedro wasn’t sure what was happening, but he let it. He trusted you to trust him, he feared if he spoke this would all come crashing to an end.

“Tell me what you need.”

If he wasn’t shaking with lust before, there was no doubt about it now. Your heart leaped to the sound of his sudden rapid breathing, eyes shining in the dim light as he looked to you for answers, hands reaching out to touch you.

You got the message.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, eyes fluttering as you dipped your head towards his embrace. You watched as he leaned forward, snapping your hand to press against his mouth, “but only if you mean it.”

He grasped your fingers softly, clapping them in his large hand, “Mi’ amor, I mean it,” he spoke as he tore your hand away from his lips. There were seconds between the moments the words were spoken to the moment his hand was against your hip, pulling you close to feel your skin as he kissed you tenderly.

The moan that erupted from your chest at his touch sent Pedro into a frenzy, breathing hot into your mouth. He was weak for you. What had started so subtle and sweet, soft and slow, was quickly picking up in pace. His hands kneaded your flesh, fingers pressing into your skin pulling you effortlessly closer to feel him, smell him, taste him.

While his hands worked your body, your own found their way around his neck, pulling and tugging, wrapping your fingers in his curls as he shifted to tower above you. Now trapped in his embrace, you’d never felt so alive.

His lips were softer than you would have imagined, he treated you like fine china. Peppering kisses along to the side of your mouth, gradually mapping their way to your chin, throat, collar bone. He was working his way into dangerous territory, consumed by the reality that his lips where finally gracing your skin.

“Pedro, wait…” you whispered, pulling him back down to earth with a single touch. His head shot upright to look at you, doe eyes staring you down with ease, asking what it was that you wanted, needed.

You stared at him longingly, keeping him locked in a trance, watching his face as you drew your foot from the end of the bed, up between his thighs. You watched his jaw clench tightly as your foot bumped his cock, feeling the hardened length through the fabric of the sweats you’d lent him for the night.

He whimpered softly as your touch dissipated, hands clasping his muscular shoulders and pushing with force, asking him to topple onto his side. He followed suit and didn’t have to be asked twice, heart racing as he watched your body follow chase close behind, legs swinging to brace his torso.

“Fuck,” the sounds he made where heavenly, whimpering like a pathetic sub as your heat pressed against his cock, your arousal beginning to soak through your panties purely to the sounds he was making. His hands made haste for your waist, hungry for movement, cock begging to be touched.

“Let’s take this off,” you suggested, fingertips lacing into the fabric of his shirt as you tugged gently. In a flash he sat upright, chests bumping as he grasped the shirt from the hem and lifted it above his head with ease. You stayed there for a moment, eyes wandering the land of one another’s faces, drawing one another in like a sirens call.

“I lied,” he whispered huskily as your arms stretched upwards, lacing around his neck to keep him close.

“When?” You asked wearily, fear in your tone that what was happening was just a dream.

“My bathroom is fine I just… I just wanted to see you,” he tilted his head to the side nonchalantly, ghosting his lips against your cheek, “I can’t lie anymore, Y/N,” he whispered, your eyes fluttering closed as the hairs of his subtle moustache trailed along your jaw, your name on his tongue sending shivers down your spine, “I like you. Like really… like you.”

“Pedro,” his words made you breathless, hips shifting to deepen the feeling of his length sliding between your folds even through the fabric separating your skin. To the calling of his name you felt the warmth radiate deep within your bloodstream as his large hands engulfed your hips, drawing your motions to continue, egging you into the act of sexual desire.

“Tell me to stop,” he spoke softly, almost asking you to make what was happening all go away if you wanted to. If you didn’t want this now was your chance to say so… but you couldn’t have wanted anything more than this. His lips were wet as they touched your skin, littering soft kisses along your jaw and neck, listening to your heart build into rapid beats.

“Don’t stop,” you managed to muster through heavy breaths, “don’t ever stop loving me.”

Hands flat, you braced the warm skin of his chest, desire, lust and adrenaline taking over. His hands followed his falling torso, landing flat against the pillows beside his head as your lips flew down to kiss him. It was everything a kiss should be, heated, wet, embracing the sensation of being so close to one another. Your nose was filled with the scent of his cologne making your clit pulse with desire.

“Are you… sure… you wanna… do this?” Pedro asked between heated kisses, lips drenched in saliva, bodies heated with sweat. You refrained from answering, instead, peppering your kisses along his jaw whilst sliding your body eagerly down his stomach, leaving subtle licks in your path. You travelled cautiously and with ease until your lips met the line of his sweats, teasing your fingers beneath the fabric and pulling harshly.

In coordination with your hands, Pedro lifted his hips, allowing you to tear away the two layers of fabric separating you from what you desired to see. And what a sight it was.

Once stripped free of his sweats and boxers, your eyes feast upon the sight before you. His cock lay heavy against his abdomen, twitching and pulsing from the cool air surrounding it. Tip swollen and mewling pre cum, he looked delicious. You’d had your speculations in the past, passing thoughts that crossed your mind in your lustily fleeting moments about his size. Catching the outline once or twice behind the tight jeans he wore, but nothing compared to the true sight before you.

His thighs tensed suddenly as you braved your weight upon them, lowering yourself to your stomach between his legs. He was larger than you would have expected, thick and long, a slight curve towards the tip. He could rearrange your insides with ease.

“I’m sure I wanna do this, P,” you noted, eyes glancing up to see his face, staring down at you, jaw slack, panting harshly, “be a good boy… let me taste you.”

“Oh my god,” the words slipped like hell on ice as you licked a bold stripe from base to tip without a hint of hesitation. He wanted to watch, he wanted to see you tasting him, but his eyes couldn’t help but close, rolling back mindlessly into the back of his head.

There was a lot of ground to cover, your tongue running dry as you reached the tip until you felt the sweet taste of his cum, leaking down onto his abdomen. You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips the moment you touched him, watching his body spasm with pleasure as your fingers wrapped around his base, squeezing generously.

“Put your hand in my hair, look at me,” you ordered, watching his eyes open quickly, head falling down to look at you.

“What?”

“You heard me,” you smirked, pressing your tongue against his tip making him shudder, “fuck my throat… daddy.”

“Mama…” his tone shifted the moments that word was spoken, hands lacing into your hair, pushing your lips down and around his swollen length. Your clit pulsed violently as he used you, drawing your mouth down as far as you could reach, drool spilling from your lips.

Moans filled the room as he bucked his hips, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat causing you to gag softly.

“Shit,” he cursed, drawing your mouth from his length and watching the strings of spit fall that connected your lips to his tip. Your eyes half dazed, a fucked our expression on your face, “I’m sorry, baby-“

“Do it again,” you half choked, grasping his wrist and pushing his hand back towards your head, “use me, let me pleasure you.”

He sat forward suddenly, the hand once in your hair now clasped softly around your jaw, “this isn’t the way I’ve thought about us,” he mumbled softly, “you’re not mine to fuck, you’re mine to love,” his words danced around your heart strings as he drew you close, kissing you tenderly. As much as your soppy mouth send shivers down his spine, Pedro knew deep down inside he wanted to see your face fall apart as he pleasured you. This wasn’t a time for him to have all the fun.

The kiss was heated, tongues fighting for dominance and all the same filled with such love, a feeling you hadn’t experienced in so long. He lifted you with such ease, holding you tightly against his chest with his right arm, while his left departed down between your bodies, sliding your panties to the side.

“Let me make you feel good, mama,” he whispered huskily before you felt his tip run through the slick of your folds, finding your entrance as though he knew your body like the back of his hand. Your mouth clasped wide as he dropped you leisurely, allowed your heat to stretch around his length, mewling arousal down to his base.

“Mmm, Pedro,” you gasped, tone high pitched as your finger nails dug into the skin of his back.

“Ssh, it’s alright baby,” he cooed you, pausing his moments, “you can take it… that’s it,” he lulled, voice soft like a lullaby as you sank further onto his cock, hips finally meeting at the base, “that’s my good girl.”

You were panting, there was no stopping it, the air in your lungs had been pushed from reach.

“I feel so full,” you jolted slightly as he shifted, whimpering against his lips, “I need you, please, fuck me please, please”.

“Ssh, Ssh, Ssh,” he shushed your slowly, hand planting flat against your back as he lowered you carefully, his cock shifting inside you as he dropped your back to the mattress, now towering above you, “let me here you, mi’ amor.”

“Fuck!” He shifted his hips suddenly but gently, drawing his length from the clasp of your heat before filling you up once again, setting a steady rhythm.

“That’s it, good girl,” he praised you endlessly, rolling his hips to meet your clit, grunting as your pussy clenched around him, “being such a good girl for me, all mine,” his lips attacked your throat, hand gliding down the outer side of your thigh as you tilted your head backwards to give him endless access. Your foot met his back, leg now arched upright helping his cock to hit deeper, finding spots you weren’t even sure existed.

Your head hung by the end of the bed, exposed to the room and yet you felt so warm, so safe writhing beneath him. The way he caressed you tenderly, sucked softly against your neck, fucked you like he loved you, you’d never felt pleasure like it.

“You feel like heaven,” his voice was rough, hitched slightly as his pace grew erratic, speed beginning to pick up, “makin’ me so weak.”

“Pedro… I’m close,” you gasped, feeling the coil beginning to twist in your stomach, “you’re… you’re in my fucking stomach!”

“Mama, don’t-“

“Fuck, I can feel you so deep,” you ignored his request, feeling his grip around your hips begin to tighten.

“Y/N, please, I’m begging you.”

“Feel so b-big, ugh, daddy… Daddy, please!”

“I swear to god,” he panted, picking his head up gently to rest against your forehead, “stop it. You’re… you’re gonna make me…”

“Don’t hold back, give it to me, please Pedro.”

“Fuck,” his breath hitched, voice wounded with pleasure.

“Cum for me now, cum with me and next time I’ll bend over for you-“

“Baby, don’t!” He begged.

“Let you feel my pretty cheeks… b-bouncing off of your hips.”

“Y/N, Y/N I don’t want this to stop, please don’t… don’t make me-“

“Cum, daddy, please, breed me.”

“JESUS!” He yelled, voice strangled with pleasure as his hips stilled, core pressing harshly against your clit causing your pussy to clench around him like a vice, snapping the coil and opening the floor gates. His groans sent your mind into a frenzy, pushing deeper and deeper with each spurt of his hot seed, pulling you impossibly closer as he kissed your forehead tenderly.

Aside from the heavy breaths, the room fell silent. There was nothing in the world apart from his eyes on yours, foreheads pressed together, the taste of each other lingering against your tongues. In the moment of serenity you felt all of him, the way his cock twitched inside you, the way his hands gently rubbed the skin of your outer thigh, slowly lowering your leg back to the safety of the mattress. It was as though in the moment of darkness and still, two souls had collided.

“Are… are you okay?” He asked gruffly, lifting his head to feel the cool air hit the sweat on his brow.

“More than okay,” you nodded, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck to pull him back towards you, locking your lips together once more, “thank you.”

“What for?” He chuckled, resting his hand beside your head.

“For everything.”

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The morning sun hadn’t yet breached the curtains by the time you awoke. Still subdued in darkness you turned to reveal an empty bed, the space beside you once occupied now stone cold and alone.

“Pedro?” You called out to the room, voice cracked, legs aching from the nights events. Grasping your phone from your nightstand you sat up once more. Only seven minutes until your alarm, one text message from Pedro.

‘I’m at the store picking up some plan B, don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.’

And for a moment you were afraid it had all been a dream. A smile crept onto your face as you read the message over and over again, falling down to the pillow with your phone in your hand. Your nose pricked at the sudden scent against the pillow, his scent. You relished in it, shuffling your head deeper to feel him closer.

Was this what falling in love felt like?

Maybe he wasn’t just your platonic soulmate after all.

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Thank you so much for reading, feel free to leave a request! love you 🤍

[vanemando15]

Sir SIR SIR

[xxhypersomnia]

The Unbearable Weight of Being the Sexiest Man to Ever Exist

[emmierosebear]

Chapter 2 (Fuck you Baby)

Warning: Sex, abuse, kidnapping, blood, described sex really hard.

Summery: you and Joel have sex and then you get emotional about a certain situation.

It had been about 2 days since Joel cuddled you in bed to comfort you. You keep thinking about the Hair on his chest rubbing against your Breasts and the bulge in his pants that made you really fucking horney. Joel was slowly get closer with you and trusting you, Today of course was one for those's days you thought to yourself. You took Ellie to the stables to see the horses and the other animals you then asked about Joel, "Does Joel always act sweet?" Ellie then said "it took awhile for me, why?" As she pet the horse you then say "No reason, just wondering" After the Stabels you drop Ellie off at Tommy's and went to work in town, about 2 hours in you see Joel helping build a new building for storage. The guys don't know what their doing so you offer your assistance, the guys all happily agree, Joel then asks "how are you so good at this?" You then replied with "I was self-taught" in a very cocky voice, Joel then Chuckles to himself and you all get back to work. As you continue the work he watches your hand very closely to make sureyou don't hit it the wrong way or anything.

It's about 6:35, you and Joel leave to make dinner at home, Ellie is on the couch sleeping when you walk in the door. Joel grabs Ellie and carry her up the stairs and puts her to bed. You begin to make dinner amd Joel stops you, you look confused at him. "Your still healing, let me do the cutting" he said, you then say "I was able to make dinner the other nights" he looks at you like your stupid "All you did was warm up the chicken and make a new sauce, you are making something new tonight so I have to help you" you agree and watch him to make sure he cuts the food right. As he cuts the food you debate with yourself if you should hug him from behind, you really needed a hug. After 5 minutes of cutting Joel then starts to pan fry the steak and vegetables for stir fry, you then start to hug him from behind and he says "You okay?" In a very low voice, you then say "Yeah, just tired" he then pulls you close as he frys the food and keeps you close.

After dinner you go to shower and can't reach your bra, you called Joel to your bathroom to open your bra. Joel comes in and says "I promise I wont look" you say in a very sexy tone "you can if you want" he chokes up and doesn't respond. You go into the shower and Joel shuts the door but doesn't leave your room, he keeps and ear in the door hearing you shower. After the shower you walk into your room with a white towel around your breasts that covers your legs as well. You then drop your towel not realizing Joel is on your bed, you look and him so embarrassed. He then says "Nice tits babe" this was the first time ever he was flirty with you "I know" you think this was a great sexy comeback but then Joel says, "why don't you let me feel how great they are?" You stand still not knowing what to say. Joel walks up to you and puts his hands around your hips, you then whisper in his ear "you want some of this?" You can feel the bulge in his pants get huge making you moan a bit. Joel smiles and brings you to the bed.

Joel starts to take of his clothes so slowly to tease you, you get close and start kissing his neck. He begins to take of his pants faster then you remove the shirt for him and all you can see is his huge cock cumming at the site of you. You get on top of Joel and begin kissing his lips then going at it with your tongue. He then begins to moan louder as each kiss, he grabs your hips and puts you on his lap with his dick in front of you, he says "want me to stuck inside of you?" You agree and he puts it inside. Either every motion of thr back and forth you moan, it feels so fucking amazing and just don't want him to stop. He grabs your neck and begins to go faster and faster, he kept saying "Come on baby, cum for me" or "Fuck, come on" all you can hear now is the heavy breathing and moan, as you guys still go on he flips Position now you laying on his chest and he dick still inside. He goes at it again but then starts to kiss, lick, and suck your neck. You fucking love it, he then says "God, your so fucking hot and can't stop. Making me cum at all site of you and watching your tits bonce makes me more horny then the last" At each moment he guides you throught it, telling you when he putting it in or when he going to cum.

When he's done with the sex, you guys just cuddel still panting like fucking dogs. He asks "How did you like it sweetheart" you say still blushing "I loved it baby". At this point you guys weren't dating but loved calling each other names so much. In bed, You were drifting off to sleep you hear Joel say "baby?" You reply "yes?" He then hesitates to ask for awhile but then says, "how did you get thoses scars?" You wake up to the question really startled and begin to cry, it was a hard topic to talk about. Joel then grabs you saying repeatedly "baby, I'm sorry" "oh my God, it's okay" " Calm down, your safe with me" you go into a panic attack and can't breathe. He goes downstairs fast with only underwear on hoping Ellie won't see him. He comes back with an ice pack to put on your neck to calm toy down. Joel knew what to do and how to stop them he had them before after Sarah died, he grabbed you and rocked you back and forth till you only whimpered and fell to sleep. He never left your side, he held you and held you till the morning.

In the morning you woke up to Joel gone amd a note on your bed side Read "went to town and broght Ellie with me, hope you feel better, please eat and drink water for me, I will know if you dont." All you think of is Joel's abs and dick saying these words, you put the note down and go tk bed. After about 3 hours you get up ti eat, Joel is not home yet and knew he wouldn't be. You hear the door open bit no one walks in, You get scared and grad a knife from the cabinet saying "Hello, you better come out!" A guy in a black mask and clothes grab you and your start to scream loud and loud, you grab the knife in your hand and stab the guy hard, he let's go then grabs you again and drags you. He stabs your abdomen and you begin to bleed hard but then you become Unconscious, when Joel walk throght the door about 30 minutes later to check on you he sees blood on the ground. He grabs his guns and screams your name loud, he can't find you and then Joel runs to Tommy's house and tells Tommy what happend, Tommy then runs to the town to see if he can shut and barriers down and tell people to lock their doors. He breaks down at the site of blood and not knowing of what happend to you. Tommy comes back with news of you leaving the town with some guy in a mask but not a face anyone saw, he also said there was a bunch of people working with the guy in the mask. Their plan was to try and take over Jackson, he stopped all of them except for the guy that took you. Joel cried and became depressed not knowing what would happen to you and if you were Alright, Joel started to look the town and outside the town but couldn't find you

[jadeinretrogrde]

and let's be real, 3 days is being generous to myself

[midorisplash]

Loved “Your Friends Hot Dad”! was wondering if you could write another sub pedro fic where the reader is edging him and he’s overstimulated to the point where he’s crying and begging. Maybe some anal play with him too?

Pairing: Sub!Pedro Pascal x Dom!Reader

Warnings: Edging, crying, cum eating, restricting, adults.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: kinda the second part of 'Your Friends Hot Dad'. That story Helps with the context in the beginning. And thank you for liking the story.

(Not my gif.)

After what happened that night you spent at Pedro's house, you continued to visit his daughter every week to hang out like always, both you and Pedro acting as if nothing happened. He would still speak to you kindly but just not frequently anymore.

He hadn’t texted you either until one night after you dropped his daughter off. He texted just after she entered the house so you had time to read it before driving away.

“Y/n, Can you come in after (friend's name.) goes to sleep?”

You looked at the text and couldn’t help a smile spreading across your face starting to giggle before texting him back.

“Why should I, you've barely spoken to me since what happened?” The text lingered for a moment with his text dots disappearing and reappearing your heart slightly starting to beat faster.

“I’m sorry I been distant. I had to collect my thoughts about what was gonna happen between us.”

You read the message then bit your lip humming. “Alright, we can talk more in Person, text me when she’s asleep.”

You were excited to see Pedro like this again, it had only been a week but you wanted to touch him again and hear his groans and whimper. You already made up your mind, if he wanted to continue you would make him pay for treating you so differently this week. Of course, you understood but you could still torture him just a little. Despite being so excited, you were just as nervous. What if he had called you in there just to cancel everything and say he doesn’t wanna meet like that anymore?

“You can come in, the doors open.”

You read the text your heart beating fast as you opened your car door and stepped out heading to his house. You gradually opened the front door looking around before closing it behind you and slowly heading to Pedro's room. Reaching his room you took a deep breath before just opening it to Pedro sitting on the edge of his bed facing the door smiling when he saw you.

“Hey, sweetie.” He spoke standing up. You looked at him and couldn’t help but smile. “Hey. Do you have some you need to talk about?” You asked trying to keep your voice from sounding shaky. He nodded sitting back down patting the bed beside him nodding for you to come sit down. You looked at his daughter's door before walking into his room fully and closing the door behind you heading to sit next to him. He watched you putting his hand on your knee when you sat down patting it.

“I wanted to tell you that after collecting my thoughts I … want to continue doing things with you like before… But only if it’s okay with you.” You bit your lip the nervousness in your body quickly fading. “I mean, it would be fun. I’m just still upset you've treated me so differently this week.” You spoke trying to keep your voice from sounding excited.

He pouted squeezing your thigh. “I know baby.” “Then you must know how pissed off it made me.” You expressed cutting him off before he could continue speaking. “So Now, you’ll apologize for it, With your body.” He nodded at your words. “Of course. Whatever you want.” You chuckled tapping his thigh. “Take these off.” Pedro acted quickly standing up and unbuckling his jeans pulling them down fully and tossing them to the side, leaving him in just his boxers.

You looked at him before looking around his room humming. “Where are your neckties?” “In my closet.” “Okay, go get one.” He nodded walking off to his closest soon coming back with one of his red neck ties standing in front of you as he handed it over. You took it and stood up walking behind him his breath hitching as you rubbed down his arms collecting them both behind his back. “Y-you know how to make handcuffs with that?” He uttered. “Yes.” He tilted his head. “That’s very impressive. I barely know how to tie it the normal way.” He giggled. You smiled starting to bind the necktie to his wrist finishing up and turning him to face you. “I’ll show you how to do it one day.” You spoke pushing him to sit on the bed.

He gulped feeling himself getting hard as you crouched in front of him. You dug your nail’s into his thigh dragging them up to his stomach pulling the front of his shirt above his head and resting it behind his neck so his chest and nipples were exposed. You grinned grazing your finger over his nipple. “You want me to touch your dick right Pedro?” You voiced softly. He groaned nodding. “Y-yes.” “Then beg for it.” He swallowed at your words looking down at your hand and then back to your eyes. “P-please touch my worthless dick.” He moaned quietly his cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. You hummed standing up and grabbing his jaw lightly. “I couldn’t hear you, say it louder.” Pedro swallowed looking up at you. “Please y/n touch my worthless dick… I need it.” You smiled tapping his cheek.

“You can do better than that Pedro.” He whined squeezing his thighs together. “Y/n.. come on, please! I need you.” You chuckled dragging your hand off his face. “Stand up.” He listened quickly standing as you brought your hands to his hips gripping his boxers and pulling them down swiftly pushing him to sit back down, his dick throbbing between his thighs. You crouched back down in front of scratching along his thighs watching as his hips twitched up for friction. “You ready Pedro?” You whispered kissing his knee. He nodded. “Yes! Please!” You giggled dragging your hand from his thigh to his dick lightly scratching your nails on his dick. He jerked shaking his head precum leaking out of him with a groan. “You're leaking a lot already, guess I’ll start.” You smiled finally giving him relief wrapping your hand around his shaft and pumping him slowly.

He moaned out looking down and watching your hand, his thigh fidgeting together. You looked up at him starting to move your hand faster leaning in to kiss his inner thigh. Pedro pushed up into your grip letting out a deep breath just as you felt his dick twitch. You smiled and kept a steady pace jerking him. “Are you close already?” You rolled your eyes. He nodded quickly. “I know! I’m sorry.” He grunted out. You pouted. “it’s okay. You can cum.” He nodded closing his eyes as you drew his orgasm closer and just before he came you pulled away leaving him just on the brink of wanting to cum but needing more pleasure.

He opened his eyes wide looking at you. “Y/n! Why’d you stop?” He gasped out wiggling his hips. “Come on!” You beamed rubbing his thigh “Calm down, Pedro.” You whispered. He frowned his eyebrows squeezing his thighs together as you slowly wrapped your hand back around him moving up and down at a steady pace. He groaned letting his head fall back. “Please don’t stop this time baby.” He moaned squeezing his eyes shut. “Of course.” You smirked bringing him to the edge once more before pulling away with a giggle.

He cried out and you leaned up quickly covering his mouth before pulling away. “Shh, remember she’s sleeping.” You whispered. He whined opening his eyes as you noticed how glossy they begin to look. You stood up looking down at him and tapping his cheek. “You look like your gonna cry.” You laughed bringing your hand from his cheek to his nipple and pinching it. “I-can’t y/n… Please let me cum!” “You can do anything I want you to do, Pedro.” You whispered leaning into his face and flicking his nipple, with that flick the tears that swelled in his eyes finally fell. You pouted bringing your hand back to his face and whipping his tears. “Don’t cry, Pedro.” You spoke. “it's not that bad. I only did it twice.” He huffed at your words looking away embarrassed.

“I’ll let you cum this time.” You smirked getting on your knees again. “I promise.” He frowned but nodded. “Please.” You chuckled wrapping your hand around him and starting to pump him again. You kept going leaning in to kiss his thighs as he let out a groan throwing his head back. “T-thank you y/n!” You nodded switching to licking his thigh instead licking close to his cock before moving away making him whine loudly. “I’m close! Please don’t stop please!” He yelped loudly tears forming in his eyes again his body aching to release. You smiled looking down at his twitching dick giving him a couple more strokes before pulling away.

He almost screamed but you grabbed his dick again pumping him fast until his orgasm had no choice spilling out of him. “Y/n! Oh god!” He moaned loudly you reached up quickly covering his mouth feeling his tears wet your hand, your other hand continuing to milk him. He knitted his eyebrows together as his body jolted bucking his hips up into your hand until his body was emptied of all his cum.

You pulled your hand off his dick and then his mouth and stood up listening to his heavy pants. “Too loud Pedro.” You giggled bringing your hand to his lips and he automatically knew what to do, opening his mouth and taking your fingers in to lick up his cum. “Good boy.” You smile whipping his tears with your free hand. “I like this form of apology from you.” He chuckled pulling his head back from your cleaned fingers. “Then I'll make it so I have to apologize more.” You smiled brighter helping him stand and undoing his restraints. “So, do you think maybe you can stay a little longer?” He spoke softly rubbing his wrist. You tilted your head. Why?” “I don't know, Maybe we could watch tv or something, only if your want to honey”. He uttered looking down and grabbing his boxers and pulling them up. You smiled at him being so shy. “Sure, but you should go check if (friend's name) is still sleeping. He beamed and nodded pulling his shirt over his head. “Right I’ll be back, make yourself comfortable.”

[ephemerensis]

It’s Cold // Joel Miller x GN! Reader

you steal something important from joel and he gets a little (lot) angry // platonic ; maybe its bc its 2 am and i’ve been listening to pheobe bridgers but the ending has me open mouthed sobbing !! not proofread

song rec: day after tomorrow— phoebe bridgers

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You’d been in the bedroom for a couple hours now, with the same three thoughts aimlessly looping through your brain; up until the front door crowed as it opened.

The sound of the door closing soon followed accompanied by heavy footsteps thumping against creaky floors on their way in.

“Did you find it?” That familiar gruff timbre filtered through the walls of your shitty QZ apartment.

“No,” Tess was quick to respond. You’d thought she’d left already. She usually wasn’t home at this time, off running an errand or something of the sort after her work detail. But she stayed today.

You couldn’t see him, but you could feel the tension in the air thicken then. Of course, you knew exactly where “it” was. And up until you got caught by Tess sneaking back into the apartment, you were happy to get rid of it.

I can talk to him. I didn’t know. He’ll understand.

At least that’s what you told yourself. It’s not like you didn’t mess up before, but Joel always came around; albeit in his own callous way. After all these years living together— all these years of him raising you, it was like a silent promise. Joel would be there for you. He loved you.

But this was different. You’d never messed up this bad. As soon as you confessed your undertakings, the look of creeping dread on Tess’s face was testament enough to how royally you fucked up.

You took his watch.

It was broken. Before he found you it was broken, and long after he never fixed it. Between fighting infected and scavenging for survival; there wasn’t exactly time for him to figure it out, you’d assumed. But now that you were safe enough, and life was almost domestic, and the man you considered a father had a birthday coming up— it was high time he got a working one.

So you stole it; with the intention of fixing it. But no one in the QZ had the tools or knowledge. You ended up trading it with a couple ration cards for a smaller, gold one that actually told time. And you were proud that for the first time ever you actually got to do something for him.

All of which came crashing down when Tess fed you the details of its origins.

Sarah.

The floorboards creaked as he got up, rummaging through the counters and shelves in a desperation to find it. Drawers were violently rammed shut in his frustration.

“Joel.” She said it gently. It made your brows furrow; Tess promised to let you resolve it on your own. It didn’t deter him though, hands still rummaging through whatever he hadn’t looked through yet.

“It doesn’t make sense, I take it off for thirty seconds and it just vanishes?” Panic bled in to his usually pessimistic tone. You couldn’t see him but you could picture it; his face stayed stony but in his eyes the anxiety that was starting to bubble up was prominent.

“Joel.” It was sterner this time. Louder. You had your ear pressed to do the paint chipped door at that point, leaning on it to try and gauge the situation.

“What?” The sound of things being shifted around stopped.

“It’s not here. You’re not gonna find it.”

Your eyes widened, and in panic you acted before you could properly comprehend what you were doing. Pushing the bedroom door open, you burst out pointing an accusing finger at the woman.

“You said I could fucking tell him!” Chest heaving, eyes wide as you turned and looked at Joel like a deer trapped in headlights.

“You do not talk to her like that,” he said sternly. Good. If he was still in a position to lecture you that meant he still cared.

Joel looked increasingly confused, looking between the two of you until his eyes latched on the glimmer of gold you had clutched in your hand. His gaze hardened, the change in his demeanor sent waves around the room.

Your breath hitched as you quickly pulled your arm back to hide it behind you, but he saw it. You knew that.

Tess had gotten up from where she was sitting, inching in your direction to try and mitigate the oncoming damage.

“What is that?” He spoke lowly, dangerously so. Everyone stood silent for a spell before you slowly unconcealed your arm and managed to pry your unwilling fingers open in front of him, the watch resting on your palm.

“Well- I-“ You didn’t usually stammer but with the bile rising in your throat and that sinking stomach feeling stomach sick striking your core it was too much. Your mouth opened and closed but the words didn’t come. You fucked up.

“What the fuck is that?” You’d seen him angry before. It wasn’t something he ever tried to hide from you, but you’d never seen him look at you like that. Like you were sidewalk gum.

“It’s your birthday and-“ He took a step forward and you took a step back, heel making contact with the wall behind you. The watch in your hand was too heavy and the thoughts in your head were too loud.

Why didn’t you let Tess do the talking? What were you thinking? Getting the watch? Intervening? Joel was right to be mad. How could he ever look at you like he hated you?

“How’d you get it?” He cut you off. But you were too muddled to comprehend him.

“The other one didn’t even work!” Words fell out before you could know what you were saying, “you just kept looking at it and I know and I—“

The thoughts got louder. Your throat got tighter.

“And I just thought that if I-I— Dad—“

The word slipped from you like a plea. You’d only called him that a handful of times, when desperation felt so thick you could taste it. Your first thunderstorm. Your first clicker. Colder nights.

His eyes would soften. He’d call to you and comfort you and you could burrow in his embrace and then, everything would dissipate.

“You’re not my daughter.”

You blinked. Every nerve you had froze over. The thoughts in your head silenced. The walls in the room started closing in. And the worst part was the way he looked at you. Straight into your eyes with a hate you’d never known to see. Then the world was too quiet.

“I’m not your fucking dad. I’m never gonna be your fucking dad. Your dad is six feet under with mushrooms crawling up his throat and thats what he deserves for bringing a fucker like you into the world!” He spat it at you and all you knew you could feel were the tears pooling in your eyes. You couldn’t breathe and it hurt because he had never hurt you.

“Joel!” Tess interjected, staring at the man in disbelief.

“Fuck you!” You choked it out, pushing past the two of them and bolting out the door.

The creeping feeling in your throat magnified, tasting something like betrayal. But it pained you more to know that it was true. He never belonged to you, he just volunteered to be there for you. And it was unfair and anger inducing and all so real.

You didn’t know where you were going, you just ran. Feet pounding against the wooden floors until you made it out of the building. You felt the knobs of the watch face indent your skin as you gripped it in your flight. Even then you didn’t stop; you needed to get away.

The apartment felt frozen, locked in a stunned silence. Tess had her mouth agape, staring at the still open door you’d just burst out of. She was first to break the stupor, “Joel what the fuck was that?”

His gaze was hardened, turned towards the floor. But he said nothing.

“I know you’re upset, but we could’ve talked about it!”

“What, Tess? Talk about what? They’re not Sarah and they ain’t ever gonna fucking be Sarah!” He’d only raised his voice at her once before, when he thought she was going to be mauled by an Infected, but never more than that. And for the first time in a long time, she couldn’t read him.

“They never needed to be.” Tess knew he hurt. How could he not? Before everything, Sarah was all he had. But you were alive now. And you were a person, and not a replacement. You weren’t a ghost, or a symbol, or a chance of redemption. You were a, albeit stupid, kid.

“It’s curfew,” she said, going to sling a bag over her shoulders, “we have to go after Y/N before Fedra throws their ass in lockup. I don’t think they could’ve gotten far so if we—“

“I don’t care.” He cut her off. So she left without another word.

If he continued not caring, he had a shitty way of showing it. When Tess pushed the door open a couple hours later, he perked up to crane his neck at the door. Silently crestfallen when you didn’t follow her in.

The next couple days were the same. He asked around on work duty, radioed Bill and Frank when he could, searched on his off time. They both did, but you never turned up.

And then it was two weeks.

And almost a month.

There was a window in the bedroom with a broken latch. It can’t stay closed. So, most days, especially in summer, you all just kept it open. But, as you scaled the fire escape, you found that tonight it was pushed shut.

Inside it was dark, but the moonlit let in enough for you to see that no one occupied the bed. Placing a hand on the glass, you pressed it open with relative ease. Slipping your hand in your pocket you pulled out Joel’s watch. You ran a thumb over the cracked face, watching the glow in the dark numbers fluoresce in the night.

You clambered in slowly, getting half way through before hearing an all too familiar creak. You forgot to check the armchair.

Your head whipped in the direction of the sound, heart pounding as your eyes made contact with the ones that looked at you with such malice a few weeks prior.

“Y/N?”

Dropping the watch on the nightstand, you immediately moved to climb back out but he was faster.

Before you’d made it one rung down, your wrist was caught in the palm of his calloused hand.

The tears sprung before you could stop them. You gave your arm a sharp tug, but he held fast. So you gave up, the both of you just opting to stare instead.

He looked tired, if the bags under his eyes were any indication. But his gaze wasn’t the one you left him with. You saw a warmth that made it hurt worse than before.

You were worse for wear, but you’d sen darker days. A bruise bloomed over your left eye, and your clothes had a few more holes than they did to start. He studied you, cupping your face with his free hand. It was so gentle you cried.

“I thought you were mad at me.” He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. Of course that’s the first thing you think to say. Shaking his head, he released you, gesturing for you to come back in. You did.

“Of course I was mad at you, I’m still mad at you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” Your bottom lip quivered. He’d never said that before. Yelling and nagging, he could do but he never told you he loved you. Or that he cared.

“I brought it back. Your old one.” Your hands were balled at your side, trying to fight the tears you knew were inevitable.

“I didn’t— if I knew I never would’ve—“ You gasped as he pulled you into a tight embrace. You missed it, the way his arms around you felt more secure than any walls erected on earth. The way it was warm, and so familiar and it was just so unbearably cold outside in the middle of June. You couldn’t help but sob.

“I know, baby. I know.” He almost whispered it, the words felt so secret. They were yours.

You shoulders shook, “I’m so so sorry, Joel.”

“Dad, will do just fine.”

[lxve-and-lxght]

the way we get by

joel miller x afab!reader

based on this blurb

warnings: mean!joel, hitting, edging, lowkey breeding kink, slight drinking, i wrote this at 3:00am and didn’t edit it so apologies for the mistakes

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the shower water was beating down on the back of your head and you were pressing a finger to the bruise on your hip. it stung a bit but it was proof it’d happened. and you couldn’t stop smiling at the purple mark.

joel made good on his promise. he’d touched you like no one ever had. and he could tell himself over and over that he wouldn’t do it ever again but he was lying. christ, of course he was lying, you looked at him like he put the damn stars in the sky when he made you cum.

so he waited on the couch, listening to the shower run and while he just stared at the floorboards praying to God that he could keeping his fuckin’ composure.

when you finally came out of the bathroom he refused to look up and was halfway through a bottle you’d left out.

“trying to forget about me already?” you asked walking over.

“don’t start with me y/n.”

“start with you?” you chuckled, “you’re the one who started it miller.” joel stood to hover over you and gave a mean glare.

“should never have happened.” joel replied. “you’re too fuckin’ immature.”

“says the guy who stole half my moonshine to cope with the fact he had sex.” you scoffed turning to walk away. joel gripped your wrist and pulled you back into him.

“watch your damn mouth little girl.” he whispered against your cheek.

“who’s gonna make me?” you were winding him up. if the only way you could reach him was defiance, you’d do it. you didn’t care. “.. a deaf old man who couldn’t stand twenty minutes of his own thoughts?”

and he did it again. he smacked you right across the mouth and pulled your chin closer to his face.

“you’re never satisfied are you?” joel replied. your big doe eyes just stared back at him. he kissed you again. finally. fucking finally. and it hurt at first. teeth gnashing against each other till he pressed his tongue into your mouth.

your hands held desperately onto his arm and you tried to pull him closer but his hand found it’s way to your hair and pulled your head till you were forced to look him in the eye.

“tell me what you want from me y/n.” joel demanded.

“— i want you to make it hurt,” you winced when he pulled harder. “make me forget i was born in a dying world mr miller.” you teased. giving him a smile. and that was it. all the resolve he had out the window while he dragged you down the hall into your bedroom.

he pushed you back till your legs hit the bed and you fell into the mattress while he climbed over you pressing his weight against your hips and pinning you there.

“you enjoy riling me up. don’t ya?” he asked lifting your shirt up overhead and letting his hand feel up your sides and your sternum. “i know you fuckin’ do.”

joel sat back to pull your shorts down your legs and he bit into your hip as he trailed back up your body. you could feel the heat swelling in your stomach and couldn’t breathe for a second. you could feel him licking the mark he left.

and you just sighed. maybe he got off on the bruises and adrenaline just as much as you did.

“so damn pretty...” he muttered letting his hands reach into the top of your panties so he could pull those down too. “.. can’t stand your fucking attitude but you sound so. damn. pretty.”

you reached to touch his hair. you just wanted to touch him. but he pulled your hand back to your side and pushed your legs open so he could bite into your thigh. you whined out his name and he bit harder.

“fuck joel.. ” you breathed. he looked at you and his mouth was smeared in blood.

“you said you wanted it to hurt baby, no take backs.” joel smirked. he was so fucking smug. staring you right in the eye as he buried his mouth in between your legs.

“oh my fucking god!” you whined. the heat going straight to your head and scrambling your fucking brains. but he was persistent and pressed two fingers inside you.

he went at you for forever and you could feel it coming. you were almost fucking there.

you gasped and tried your best not to dig your fingers into the hand that was pressing down on your belly because he was so fucking good. joel knew how to hurt you just right. yeah tomorrow you’d be sore and whiney but tonight you were his. he pulled back but continued to fuck his fingers into you.

“this is what you wanted right princess?” joel groaned, “wanted me to fuck you so dumb you ‘forget about the world’ while you run your fuckin’ mouth about how i do it?”

you nodded your head fervently and joel withdrew his fingers.

“no don’t- why did yo-“

“ask me to fuck you y/n.” he said, licking your mess off his hand. “be a big girl for once and use your damn words.”

you pouted at him but you were burning under his gaze and at this point desperate for whatever he’d give you.

“fuck me joel..” you muttered.

“i want to hear you beggin’ me.” he smirked.

“jesus pleaseee joellll. fuck me and i’ll give you whatever you want.” you bargained, “… i’ll let you come inside me this time.”

“yeah darlin?” he asked unbuttoning his jeans. you just nodded. staring at him again with those big fucking eyes. you sat up to help him.

you pulled his jeans open and couldn’t help but run your finger over the tip, joel was red and leaking all over himself. but you just had to. and joel let out a pretty groan when you wrapped your lips around him.

he let you keep going for a few more seconds before pulling you off.

“if you suck it all out of me there won’t be any left for your pussy.” you bit your lip and smiled. “nuh uh little girl, you made a promise. bend over.”

your face was buried in a pillow when he pulled your hips back toward him and finally began to push into you you gasped while he stretched you open. “christ, joel, pleaseee i need you to move baby.”

he did as he was asked and fuck it was so good. you saw the stars again and whined into the mattress till joel pulled you up by your hair and reached to rub you between your legs.

and he just kept going. fucking you so good you could feel yourself starting to drip down your leg. “oh god please.” you whined when you felt yourself tightening around him.

“jesus baby i’m gonna have to loosen you up. you’re so fuckin’ tight.” joel groaned. “always so tight for me.”

you were so close. so close. it was building up and up until he slowed down his pace. fucking you much slower but much deeper than he had before. joel almost had it and now he was just fucking with you. you dug a hand into his hair and tugged. “you’re a bad man joel miller.”

he pushed you back down onto your hands and smacked your ass hard enough to leave a handprint.

“you wanted this babydoll.” joel chuckled pounding into you again at his previous speed. the heat started building again and he wrapped a hand around your throat.

your eyes shut so tight you were seeing splotches and he wasn’t stopping this time.

“fuck fuck fuckkk.” you whined, “i’m gonna cum joel, please.”

“yeah darlin?” he teased.

“please fuck! joel! please let me cum.”

“go ahead babygirl.”

and that was all it took for the splotches to turn into fireworks. your body shook and the band in your belly had snapped. your arms went limp after the orgasm fell over you and you were face down in the mattress again.

joel kept going. he was so close and pounding your soft body until he was ready to snap. he wasn’t gonna miss this opportunity. he pushed one final time and his cum starting spurting inside you.

you let out a little sigh when joel pulled out. for a second you thought he’d come to lie with you but he turned you on your back and shoved his leaking cum back into you with his fingers.

you let out a little yelp and tried to move his hand away but he pushed harder.

“it’s was gift darlin’, don’t be ungrateful.”

[mando-lover]

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