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[thinkerpedro]

Acts of Service

Summary: Joel takes care of you after days on a mission.

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Warnings: Explicit content 🔞

Note: I had this idea in the shower, Joel is so caring and so Joel… Maybe I'll do part two.

Tags: Boyfriend!Joel, masturbation, teasing, language of love.

word count: 1,4k

A week without Joel. You followed your routine as usual, meeting with Maria for meetings at Jackson’s headquarters. You took care of the house, the plants, helped Jesse on patrol (without Joel knowing, of course), had dinner with your friends. And every time you returned home, the emptiness on the left side of the bed was there. Cold sheets, no warm body behind you, no calm kisses, no rough hands on your skin, no warm breath in the morning…

Joel had never taken this long on a mission. Actually, it wasn’t exactly a mission, he had gone out with Tommy around Jackson to investigate supposed invasion attempts by smugglers. It usually didn’t last this long, but every time he was away for a while, your heart clenched with worry.

You had been seeing each other for about two weeks. It started when you noticed the way he looked at you every time you visited him in his office or during meetings in Jackson. You looked back but then looked away, wondering if you were imagining things.

During the parties and other celebrations in the village, his eyes watched you closely while you danced with your friends. But it was never a fixed or uncomfortable stare, he knew exactly how to do it. He looked at the right moment, brushed his arm against yours in a perfectly calculated way when helping you with the dishes at Maria’s house, offered to fix things like the fence in your backyard…

Joel wasn’t much of a talker, but he let the words out at the right time and approached slowly, crawling like a feline coveting its prey. Things unfolded when one day he offered to walk you home after the Christmas party in Jackson. Pressed against the fence he had fixed earlier, you two made out in a farewell tone. You almost invited him in, but he held himself back from rushing things and left a careful kiss on the back of your hand. It was a struggle to fall asleep that day, a silly smile on your lips.

In the days that followed, he insisted on accompanying you in almost all political tasks in Jackson, kept fixing things more often and made you sleep like a baby after making you come multiple times during the night. The quality of your sleep had never been so good.

Without him now, it became harder to fall asleep and even thinking about him while touching yourself wasn’t the same as having him buried between your legs.

That night you slept a little later than usual, hugging Joel’s pillow, inhaling his scent. At some point in deep sleep, you had the faint impression of feeling a hand touch your face, but ignored it and kept sleeping.

Moments later, a familiar smell completely wakes you up. Sitting in bed, you frown, noticing some movement downstairs. Slipping into your slippers and rubbing your eyes, you leave the room and as soon as you stop at the top of the stairs, you see Joel from behind making coffee. You automatically smile.

“Joel,” you murmur, and he turns, noticing you.

Running down the stairs, you jump into his arms. He holds you tightly, pressing your considerably smaller body to his while inhaling the scent of your hair.

“Baby,” he murmurs, pulling away only to kiss you.

His tongue brushes against yours, intensely but not in a rush, savoring every detail of your mouth.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” he says when he pulls away, still holding your face and inspecting every detail, checking if everything was exactly the same as the last time. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes,” you nod quickly, euphoric with his presence. “Are you okay? Did everything go well on patrol?”

“Yes, it was all fine. Nothing interesting,” he assures, quickly dismissing the subject. “But I don’t want to talk about that now. How were your days?”

You smile, placing your hands on his shoulders. His curls were damp and he wore a gray shirt and black sweatpants. His slightly grown beard pricked your palm when he kissed it after you caressed his cheek.

“I was almost going crazy,” you confess, and he lets out a soft chuckle. “I’m serious, Joel, you’ve never taken this long.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry, but I’m here. Safe, and all yours,” the sweet voice provokes a tingling in your belly.

“You made coffee,” you glance at the set table, like he always did every morning when you slept together.

Joel wasn’t good with words, but he did absolutely everything for you. Made your coffee, your meals, took care of your garden, fixed things, cleaned what was dirty and organized what was messy. Even though you didn’t live together yet, he acted like the husband you always dreamed of having.

It was Joel’s way of saying “I love you.”

He hadn’t even bothered going to sleep after arriving from a long trip. He was just there to take care of you.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” you nod, smiling, holding on to his neck to stand on tiptoe. “I’ve never been so hungry.” Smiling against his mouth, he does the same before lifting you into his arms, walking with you through the kitchen and setting you on the counter.

Your kisses become urgent, his lips circle yours, his tongue invading all the space of your mouth without any caution. His firm grip on your thighs makes you moan against his lips and furrow your brow. He smiles at the effect he causes on you, pulling more of your body, his hands rising to meet your breasts and squeezing them over your shirt.

“Joel,” you let out in response.

“What is it, baby?”

“Fuck, I missed you so much,” you curse, and he smiles, silencing you with another kiss, trailing a path of wet kisses down your neck.

“A-ah,” your moans are enough for him to pull you to your feet again, your back pressed against the wooden counter.

Joel’s fingers pull the elastic of your shorts, his calloused hand sliding under your panties with icy digits reaching your hot, wet entrance, sending shivers through you.

“Now I see, you really are hungry,” he praises, pressing his index and ring finger against the pool of wetness your pussy was in.

You squeeze your legs in response to the touch on your clit, which intensifies rhythmically.

“Baby, you’re burning up,” he murmurs, kissing your neck.

Indeed, your skin felt like it was combusting, you hold tighter onto his shoulders, moaning softly as he teases more of your arousal.

“Look at you,” he murmurs against your ear before moving his fingers more to the center of your entrance, slowly inserting the ring finger into your slippery walls.

“J-Joel!”

“Yes, love?”

“Oh!”

“What did you say?” he brushes the tip of his nose against the skin below your ear, amused. Another finger is inserted and you gasp, almost pushing your lungs out.

“Fuck.”

He lets out a low laugh.

“Is this all from missing me?”

You swallow hard, moans escaping uncontrollably from your mouth. Bringing a hand to the damp hair on his nape, your lips return to his, alternating kisses and moans in between. His fingers go in and out at a steady pace, inserting the full length of the ring finger with no space left, hitting spots you didn’t even remember existed in your vaginal cavity.

Joel has his brow furrowed with concentration when you open your eyes for a brief moment, he connects with yours and doesn’t break eye contact at any moment. His mouth is red and wet from the mixture of your saliva, curls messy from your desperate hands.

The movement of his fingers ceases the instant they are buried, you moan as he firmly holds your face, forcing you to look at him. He doesn’t move them completely, just the tips as he watches your body react in a rising wave of spasms.

You tremble, moaning loudly and shamelessly, enough to be heard throughout the entire house. Your orgasm runs down your thighs and glistens on Joel’s fingers when he removes them from your pussy. A satisfied smile is stamped on his face.

Your chest rises and falls, he kisses you calmly and brushes the same dirty fingers on your mouth making you taste yourself. Obediently, he watches fascinated as you suck his fingers.

“I dreamed every day of this view,” he whispers against your lips. “I want to enjoy this as much as possible.”

“Will you have to go back?” your tired expression turns into disappointment.

“Maybe,” his tone is calm and sweet. “But while I’m here, I want to fuck you the way you deserve.”

You smile shyly and he pulls you by the nape to kiss you. The fingers of his other hand firmly squeeze the flesh of your waist as you start to undo the knot of his sweatpants that is marked by a considerable bulge between his legs.

[thinkerpedro]

Pedro's in love

Summary: During a long press tour, you finally get to see your boyfriend.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F! Reader

Warnings: Sexual mention, pubic hair and nudity.

Note: His arms 👁️👁️

Tags: Romance, nudity, intimacy, fluffy, drabble.

word count: 506

The sound of their heavy breathing echoed like a soundtrack in that dark hotel room. Almost 3 a.m., the beams of city lights streaming into the room cast a faint shadow over their naked bodies, tired on the bed.

Pedro had his eyes closed, his hand resting on his abdomen as if he'd run a marathon. In the dim light, it was possible to see the sheen of sweat soaking his lightly haired abdomen, trailing down to his softened cock. He noticed her observation and turned his face, his curls plastered to his forehead like an angel's, as he gave her that relaxed smile, blinking calmly.

Reaching up, he leaned in to seal her lips with his. A calm, sweet kiss, as if saying everything that didn't need to be said. But he found his voice again in a whisper, the first syllables hoarse, almost failing.

"I missed you."

You smile and press another kiss, this time gently slipping your tongue into his mouth, meeting his.

"Me too," you whisper.

His fingers touch your chin and then sweep away the strands of your bangs that insist on covering your eyes.

"God, a month. I thought I'd die without this," he says dramatically, eliciting a giggle from you.

"But now you're here."

"I know, but we only have a few hours before my flight," he laments, then huffs. "Damn, this press tour needs to end."

Since the beginning of the year, you've barely had time to see each other. Dates were becoming increasingly rare, and you had to make do with phone conversations, phone calls, video calls... and when you finally did, they were dates that lasted only a day. Every now and then, you'd fly to see him on set, have lunch together for half an hour, and have awkward sex in a trailer.

He blamed himself so much for treating you like that. You didn't deserve it.

Pedro was as sick of it as you were, but he couldn't just carry you around everywhere, even though he'd tried. In none of his relationships had he demanded or suggested this kind of thing, but spending long periods apart made him despair and ponder absurd ideas. He didn't know what was happening to him; he'd never felt this way.

His strong arms wrap around you like a cocoon, giving you a beautiful view of his biceps flexing. Your breasts brush against his chest, creating a pleasant, comforting friction.

"I wish every day were like this, with you by my side," you whisper, just below his Adam's apple.

"I know, baby. I'm so sorry."

You breathe in his skin, the scent of sweat, soap, and woody cologne. A kiss is pressed to the top of your head, and soon his fingers are tangling firmly in your hair. Your eyes grow heavy, and nestling deeper into his chest, you let yourself drift off to sleep, finding it adorable how his heartbeat quickens as he holds you close.

You knew in that moment that he was madly in love with you.

[thinkerpedro]

Daddy Richards

Summary: After several nights of fun in the lab, Reed ends up getting you pregnant.

Pairing: Reed Richards x F!Reader

Warnings: Mention of explicit sex and inappropriate language

Note: I just saw Pedro's hot arms and wished Reed would get me pregnant. 💀

tags: Sex, Office Sex/Lab Sex, Pregnancy Reveal, Accidental Pregnancy, Soft Moments, Romance, Fluffy, Drabble Fic.

Word count: 655

Reed was frozen for a long moment, staring at the pregnancy test. You'd only been dating for a short time; getting involved with a scientist and hero wasn't in your plans, but you couldn't resist spending all those hours alone with him in the lab. He was your doctoral thesis advisor; your relationship was a mistake that could jeopardize Professor Richards' entire academic career.

It all started when you became lab partners and spent nights studying particles under microscopes. On one of those nights, you found yourself on top of the table with your panties around your ankles and his cock buried deep inside you.

Scenes like that became so common they became a habit. You couldn't imagine yourself without those strong biceps holding you down while he fucked you against his desk. The way his hair was always impeccably styled and the white streaks at the sides added a unique touch to his beauty.

It was easy to fall in love; you were madly in love with him. Even though he warned you every time that the relationship wasn't right for countless reasons, you surrendered even more.

Reed had faced many fears in his life, but he didn't know he would feel them so deeply until he got involved with you, with the possibility of his enemies kidnapping you and torturing you to get to him. But the fear he felt now was different. Seeing those two blue lines on the test was enough for him to imagine all the risks you would face.

"You…" he finally looks up.

"I…" you try to find your voice. "Yes, I'm pregnant."

His eyes shine, his expression serious but gentle. A crease of worry appeared on his forehead.

"Reed… I'm so sorry."

"Baby… no." He walks over to you and cups your face. "It happened."

"But we've only been together a short time, we don't have anything, and…"

"I'll take care of it, okay? Don't worry." He fixes his tender gaze on your eyes, which are already forming tears.

"Y-you" blinking a few times, you think you didn't quite understand "Do you want me to take it off?"

"No!" He steps forward, his eyes wide. "I mean, no, I don't want to... but that's for you to decide."

You swallow hard, parting your lips, your gaze wandering somewhere other than those eager, gentle eyes.

"You... want him?"

"Him?"

"I don't know," he shrugs with a small smile. "Maybe it's her."

Laughing a little, you stare at your own fingers.

"Because if you want, I'll schedule our wedding today.”

"What?" He looks up, your heart nearly leaping into your throat.

You try to find a hint of playfulness on his face, but all you find is a calm look and a sweet smile.

"Our wedding." He seemed very sincere.

"Reed, you've got to be kidding…"

"I'm not." He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Listen, I don't want you to marry me because I'm pregnant."

"You haven't told me yet if you want to have the baby."

"I…" Your eyes close for a moment. You didn't feel ready, but deep down you'd always wanted to be a mother, and having a child with the man you were madly in love with encouraged you to face that situation. Maybe it was fate telling you it was the right time to be a mother.

"If you don't want to, know that I want you to be my wife just the same."

His smile teases you to do the same, a pang hits your stomach at his words, and you jump onto his neck to kiss him.

"I want to," you murmur against his lips. "I want anything with you."

Exchanging smiles, he pushes your body forward and takes you in his arms. Letting out a little scream, he carries you to the bed and carefully lays you down on the mattress, finding your lips again.

[thinkerpedro]

chocolate and warm hugs

Summary: You’re on your period, and Pedro decides to spoil you with hot chocolate.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Warnings: Can be read by any age, there are only a few mentions of intimate relationships but in a very subtle way as a joke. no sexual content, just a cute moment with pedro that i was inspired to share.

Tags: Fluff, comfort, hurt/comfort, romance, domesticity, menstrual care, slice of life, soft moments.

Note: This is a oneshot and english is not my first language. I just wanted to write a relationship of love and comfort with Pedro ❤️‍🩹

Word count: 1,6k

Wrapped in blankets, you lift your head from the pillow when you hear the front door opening. Rain pounds against the windows, streaming down the glass and blurring the gray afternoon view. You’re cramping and fighting off a headache the perfect excuse for any girl to watch Twilight for the thousandth time.

The Cullens are in the middle of their iconic baseball game when the bedroom door opens and Pedro walks in, shaking his head like a drenched puppy. His wet curls stick to his forehead, making them even more noticeable.

“Did I take too long?”

“God, look at you,” you comment, frowning. “You’re gonna get sick.”

“Ah,” he glances at himself, then shrugs it off. “There were too many options,” he says, rummaging through a pharmacy bag. “With wings, without wings, tampons — then I remembered you once said you didn’t like those—” Pedro gestures dramatically, “So I got the ones with wings and a dry cover.”

He grins proudly and hands you the pack. You give him a faint smile, turning the package over in your hands while he waits for your approval.

“Uh… babe, um… these give me rashes.”

He freezes, his wide eyes darting between you and the pink package.

“Oh,” he mutters, lips slightly parted. “I’ll go back to the pharmacy.”

“What? No! Are you crazy? Get back here,” you almost jump out of bed while he’s already turning toward the door. “You’re soaking wet, go take a hot shower.”

He hums your name with a sing-song tone.

“It’s close, I’ll be back before you notice.”

“Baby, no. It’s fine, okay? Using these for one day won’t hurt me. Just… go take off those clothes.”

“You said what?” he raises an eyebrow, flashing a mischievous look.

You roll your eyes.

“Take those damn clothes off or I’ll kick your ass into the shower.”

“Alright, I got it,” he laughs softly as he walks toward the bathroom.

While he’s in there for what feels like forever, you curl up on the bed, wincing at every wave of pain, trying to find a comfortable position to watch the movie. Pedro reappears, wearing a white T-shirt, gray sweatpants, and no shoes. He smells like soap and shampoo, and honestly, if you weren’t in such a miserable state, there’s no way you’d have let him leave that bathroom dressed.

“What are you watching?” he asks, sitting down next to you. “Oh,” he pulls a face, clearly fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

“Don’t judge me, okay? It’s raining, and I’m emotional,” you say with mock drama.

“So, does this mean if it rained every day, you’d watch Twilight every day?”

“Yep.”

“God,” he mutters, shaking his head.

You laugh at his expression, which unfortunately triggers another sharp cramp in your stomach.

“You okay?”

“Cramps,” you whimper softly.

“Ah, sweetheart,” he kisses the back of your hand. “I’m sorry I bought the wrong pads.”

“Don’t worry about it, seriously.”

“I just hate messing things up.”

“Men, right?” you mutter while admiring Edward Cullen’s perfect face on screen.

“Hey, that’s offensive,” he points a finger at you, pulling your attention back and earning another laugh from you.

“Ow!” you groan. “I keep forgetting my boyfriend’s the first flawless man on earth.”

He flashes that shy smile — the one that shows up when he doesn’t know how to react.

“Okay, but look at it this way, this wouldn’t have happened if you used disposable panties.”

“Disposable panties?”

“Yeah.”

“Where the hell did you even hear about that?”

“Wait, you don’t know them?”

“Of course I know them, Pedro, please. But where did you hear about that?”

“I saw it on an Instagram page and…” he squints, thinking, then stops when he sees your teasing look. “Hey, I have two sisters, okay?”

“Ah, yes,” you nod, laughing.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that,” he imitates your smirk, leaning in dramatically. Your faces are so close that you both burst into laughter, and he kisses you. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, the tickle of his mustache brushing your lips.

“You’re so cute,” you murmur when he pulls away.

“Me? Look at you,” he brushes a strand of hair away from your face.

You tilt your head to the side, smiling shyly.

“You’re the most precious thing in my life.”

“Am I?”

“Well, after… let’s see,” he pretends to count on his fingers, and you swat his arm, making him laugh in that soft, adorable way that makes your heart squeeze.

He gets distracted, running his fingers through your hair. He’s obsessed with every detail about you: your hair, your freckles, your delicate hands that look tiny next to his, the way you act like a spoiled kid when you don’t feel well.

“Okay, but seriously… so I’m in your top three?” he asks in that sweet tone that matches the gentle way he’s playing with your hair.

“Huh?”

He calls your name, noticing your eyes glued to the TV.

“Ah, what did you say?”

“Can you stop drooling over Robert Pattinson?”

“Oh, honey,” you laugh and tug him closer by his shirt.

He looks at you with a faint hint of jealousy.

“You need to understand that this is my comfort movie. Like Purple Rain is for you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna sleep with Prince.”

“And I don’t wanna sleep with Edward.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No! Like…” you laugh as his jaw tightens. “I mean, when I was a teenager I did, but…”

“Well, I think you’re already feeling better,” he pretends to get up, but you grab his arm.

“No, no,” you whine playfully. “Come here.”

He moves closer, lying down and resting his head on your stomach.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, it’s perfect. You’re warm,” you smile as he presses his cheek to your skin. He lifts your shirt just enough to start caressing your belly.

You squirm slightly, and he glances up.

“You’re in pain,” he states.

“It’ll pass.”

“Did you take something for it?”

“Yeah.”

His touch is slow and soothing, almost like he’s massaging a baby’s tummy. He presses a soft kiss near your navel.

“For healing,” he says.

You smile.

“Silly. From this angle, I almost look pregnant.”

“Wait till your period’s over and I’ll put a baby there.”

“Jesus, shut up,” you laugh, feeling both flustered and warm all over.

His chest shakes with a quiet laugh.

“I love that face you make.”

“Don’t even joke about that.”

“What? About getting you pregnant?”

“We’ve talked about this.”

“It’s not like I don’t only say it at certain moments… and you like it,” he teases.

Your face heats up as memories of intimate moments flash in your mind. He mimics your moans in a high-pitched voice, making you cover your face in embarrassment.

“Stop that!” you demand, wishing the floor would swallow you whole. “It’s not funny.”

“Oh, I think it’s adorable when you get shy like that.”

“I hate when you bring that stuff up. Is that, like, a boyfriend thing?”

“I don’t get why you’re so embarrassed by it.”

“Because it’s weird!”

“We do it almost every day. Well, except when you’re like this…” his lips curve into a grin. “Oh, wait, we have done it like this.”

You roll your eyes as he chuckles and rests his head back on your lap. Thunder rumbles outside, lightning flashing across the room while Edward is busy sucking venom from Bella’s wrist on screen.

“You know, I had an idea…” Pedro tilts his head to look at you. You’re so focused on the TV that your brain takes a moment to catch up, and when it does, you laugh, realizing how ridiculous he’s being.

“You’re such an idiot.”

“I’m serious,” he says, trying not to laugh.

Another cramp hits, making you wince.

“Damn it, stop making me laugh.”

“Okay, sorry. But really, is there anything else I can do to help?”

You think for a moment, staring at his soft brown eyes that make him look like a big puppy.

“Just my boyfriend right here,” you say, playing with his curls.

He blinks at you with a lazy smile, snuggling against your belly. Then suddenly, he gets up, like a light bulb went off in his head.

“I know exactly what you need.”

With a raised eyebrow, you watch him leave the room, disappearing for what feels like ages. You glance at the clock almost half an hour passes and just as you’re about to get up, he stumbles back in, carrying a tray loaded with a mug, cookies, and enough sweets to give you diabetes.

“Pedro…” you say, stunned.

You sit up, and he sets the tray on your lap. On it: a steaming mug of hot chocolate, cookies, chocolate bars, truffles — basically, an entire candy store.

“You trying to fix my cramps or give me diabetes?”

He laughs.

“Try it,” he nods at the mug.

“You made this?” you ask, skeptical.

“Who else would’ve made it?”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“Give me your phone.”

“What?”

“To see if you ordered this.”

“Silly,” he rolls his eyes. “I might not be able to cook dinner, but I know how to make my girl a proper hot chocolate, okay?”

You grin and wrap your hands around the warm mug.

“Careful, it’s hot,” he warns, leaning closer to blow on it.

“I’m not a baby, you know?”

“You’re my baby,” he teases.

You take a small sip, and the rich chocolatey taste spreads through your chest like comfort.

“Good?”

“It’s heaven,” you sigh, eyes closing, and he smiles, looking pleased with himself.

Pedro lies down next to you, stealing a few chocolates while keeping you company. You hold the mug in one hand, the other gently playing with his curls.

You have everything a girl on her period could ask for: warm blankets, comforting chocolate, a favorite movie on the TV, ahnd the sweet kisses of a loving boyfriend.

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FACE CARD ✨

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PEDRO PASCAL as PERO TOVAR The Great Wall (2016) dir. Yimou Zhang

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pov: you are javier's partner 🖤

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Domestic Javier

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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object