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Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader (sorta enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 2,283

Summary: You and Javi have been working together for a while and have a volatile relationship...until something finally gives.

Author's Note: Since I can't seem to get his man off my mind here's my second Javi fic. He's so sexy I can barely manage. Thank you to my lovely friends @lizette50 and @tripletstephaniescp for always feeding my Pedro obsession so well! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you!🥰

Warnings: some tension, sassiness, flirting, but lots of softness too, Javi is super sexy because duh

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

When the phone rings for the fourth time you stomp your heels on the ground and push back from your desk with an exasperated huff.

“What the hell is he…?” you mutter as you look down at the screen and see Steve’s number. Again.

You push the door to Javi’s office open without a knock and fold your arms across your chest.

“Want to answer the phone some time today?”

Javi looks up from the open drawer of his filing cabinet and narrows his eyes.

“I’m busy.”

When he dismisses you with the drop of his head, refocusing on his papers, you growl out a curse.

“Don’t you dare…”

Your threat is cut off when the phone in his office rings. He looks up and gives you a warning glare, daring you to answer it.

You throw him a fake saccharine smile and start to turn around, only to spin back toward his desk and rush for the phone when he’s no longer looking.

His low “fuck,” is all your hear before you grab the receiver and pick up with a friendly, “hello, this is the office of Javier Pena, how many I help you.”

Javi crowds you against his desk, his hard chest pressed to yours and his breath warm against your cheek as he exhales.

You swallow hard but square your shoulders and focus on the call.

“Oh sure Steve, he’s right here…mm hmm.”

You keep your eyes on his, refusing to back down even as your own body betrays you and you lean closer.

Javi rests his hands along the edge of the desk on either side of you and dips his head until his lips brush the shell of your ear, his whisper deep and low. “I said I was busy.”

Thankful that he can’t see your face you drag your teeth over your bottom lip before gathering yourself again to chirp into the phone, “oh he’s not busy at all, one second.”

You cover the mouthpiece and smile. “It’s Steve. He’s been trying to reach you all afternoon.” Your tone is dripping with fake sugariness.

Javi just stares, his dark eyes sweeping over your face until they land on your lips and linger.

He scoffs and wraps his hand around the handset, covering yours with his calloused but warm skin.

“What?” he says into the phone as he keeps you trapped against the desk.

You pull your hand free of the phone and flatten your palms against his chest with a push.

He doesn’t budge, his gaze still locked on yours.

“Move,” you grit out under your breath and give him another shove.

He takes a slow step backward, just enough to let you brush past him and as you do your scent fills the air and he inhales deeply, his eyes fluttering closed.

Even as you walk out of his office you feel the persistent heat of him still close and your traitorous body trembles.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

“What was that?” Steve asks through the phone.

“What…nothing. Fuck.”

Steve sighs on the other end and Javi pinches the bridge of his nose.

“What do you want Steve?”

“Man she really riles you up huh?” Steve teases.

“Who…what?” Javi stammers, now rubbing his temple. “Just tell me why you called four times.”

You’re typing something up when the door to Javi’s office opens with a slam. He steps out with his tie hanging haphazardly around his neck and his jacket thrown over one shoulder.

“I’ll be gone for the rest of the day,” he says indifferently as he walks by. “You can leave all my messages on the desk.

“You’re tie is completely crooked,” you spit back at him.

He stops a few feet from you and looks down and you take the opportunity to get a good look at his ass. It makes you angry that he’s so attractive and that you’re so attracted to him and when he turns your way you have a scowl on your face.

“Didn’t know that was such a problem for you,” he says as he drops his jacket on a nearby desk chair and starts to fiddle with his tie.

You watch as he struggles with the material and clearly grows more frustrated with each passing second.

With a roll of your eyes you stand and step into his space, smacking away his hands until he drops them with a sigh.

“Can’t answer the phone…” you start, “can’t even tie your own tie…what are you going to have me do next Javi?”

As you’re rattling off his shortcomings your fingers are deftly working the fabric until it’s perfectly secure around his neck.

Your last question has him suck in an audible breath and when you meet his eyes they are intense with unspoken promise.

You tighten his tie with an abrupt push and then release him. You barely catch his “thanks” as he practically runs out of the building.

After packing up your things and heading to your car you decide to take a detour before going home. It’s been a long day and a bite to eat and maybe a drink at the nearby bar will do you some good.

It’s still early enough that when you walk into the dimly lit space there are a lot of open stools at the bar. You park yourself at the far end check out the daily specials.

It isn’t until you’re about to take the first sip of your drink that you feel the weight of his gaze. You make a subtle turn and meet the familiar dark brown eyes of Javi.

He blatantly stares, his lips hovering just above the rim of the glass of amber liquid dangling from his hand.

Your eyes shift to Steve who gives you a head tilt and a smile. You return it before looking back at Javi.

You had no idea they’d be here and they’re most likely working a case so rather than expose them or yourself you turn your attention back to the bar.

The feel of his eyes endures and even though you can’t see him you can still feel the way his body pressed against you as he held you by his desk. The way he smelled. The feel of his skin on yours. It sends a shiver down your spine even as your body heats up.

A group of young men enter the bar in a cacophony of loud voices and scuffling feet. They find a space in the middle of the bar and you study them out of the corner of your eye.

It doesn’t take long for one of them to notice you and send you a flirty smile. You quickly turn away, uninterested.

Before your food comes out you decide to take a bathroom break and slide off the stool and move toward the darkened hallway.

The same guy from before catches your eye and blatantly watches as you walk by, making some inaudible comment to his friend.

You quickly glance at Javi to see his jaw set tightly and his knuckles white as he grips his glass, his own eyes following your every move.

As you disappear around the corner you don’t even hear the footsteps and when you’re whirled around and backed into the wall you almost let out a scream of terror but a familiar hand covers your mouth.

When your eyes meet his you deflate and grab his wrist, pulling his hand away.

“Javi,” you whisper shout, your eyes flashing angrily. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“You need to leave,” he says.

Stealing yourself you stand up straighter and square your shoulders.

“No. I don’t. I don’t have to do anything,” you argue.

“Angel,” Javi pleads, the term of endearment melting your fury instantly. “Please.”

“I was about to have my dinner,” you explain weakly. “Why don’t you want me here.”

Your eyes fall to the ground.

You know why but you want to hear him say it. You want him to tell you it’s because you’re not safe and he wants to protect you.

His fingers touch the soft skin of your jaw, guiding your chin up and your eyes back to his. The calloused pad of his thumb brushes back and forth as his mouth opens to speak.

But footsteps along the creaky floor alert you that someone’s coming and Javi’s body tenses, his eyes filling with worry for a split second before he kisses you.

It isn’t a soft and sweet kiss. No more gentle caresses, no slow tasting. He kisses you like he’s done it a hundred times before and you’re his to kiss.

Your hands reflectively lift to his chest, and for a second he thinks you might push him away, but instead, your hands curl around his tie and you pull him closer, holding him in place.

His head angles to taste more of you, needing more, and he nips your bottom lip when you don’t give in. Your surprised gasp is all the advantage he needs to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You melt for him, meeting his intensity without restraint. He pushes you harder against the unyielding wall and your arms slide up and around his neck. He rocks his hips and you moan into his mouth.

He swallows the sound, desperate to hear it again and again.

“Ahem,” a too-close voice says.

Steve.

You startle and Javi jumps, your mouth leaving his as you follow the sound.

“Sorry to break up the party,” Steve smirks. “But we need to move.”

“How long were you standing there watching,” Jave grits out, giving Steve a thunderous glare.

Steve’s hands lift in surrender. “I just got here. Those first footsteps you heard were from one of the targets. Looked like they were going to follow her back here but you beat him to it. Thankfully. Good cover too.”

At Steve’s last added words your face heats and you press your fingers to your swollen and tingling lips.

Javi nods. A simple agreement and dismissal. Steve nods back at Javi then smiles warmly at you before he turns on his heels and heads back.

“You need to leave,” Javi says again, his hand now resting along the wall by the side of your head.

“That’s it? I’m just supposed to leave?” you counter, unable to quell your sassiness when it comes to him.

He sighs dramatically. “Angel…you heard Steve. Just go. He’ll will make sure you get to your car safely.”

You study his face, tracing his features with your eyes and unable to resist the feel of his skin even in your disappointment at his obvious disregard. You lean in and press your lips to the corner of his mouth, the brush of his mustache making you tingle all over.

With that you slip from his hold, keeping your head high as you walk away and go to grab your things, thankful when Steve subtly acknowledges you and makes sure you get safely to your car.

The next morning Javi doesn’t leave his office at all and you sit just outside and stew, replaying every moment of the kiss. When lunch time comes and goes you can’t take it anymore and knock hard on his door.

“Yeah,” you hear from the other side before you push it open and find him seated at his desk, his forehead creased in thought.

“You missed lunch,” you state.

He grunts in acknowledgment and goes back to his papers.

Your hands land on your hips and you step into his office, slamming the door shut.

“So that’s it?”

“What?” he answers.

“You’re just going to pretend like it didn’t happen?”

“Like what didn’t happen?” he shoots back.

“Don’t you dare!” you shout and point a finger at him. “Was it really all just a cover?”

He stands with such force that his chair flies backward and hits the wall with a thud.

Instead of answering he let’s out a frustrated grunt and runs a hand through his already mussed hair.

Somehow it looks better than before and you inwardly curse him out for being so sexy.

“What?” he says as you continue to stare.

You inhale sharply, holding his gaze while you hold your breath.

With unsteady steps you move forward until your close enough to smell him.

“I want you to look me in the eye and tell me that kiss didn’t mean anything to you.”

At your challenging words he clamps his mouth shut. But his eyes say everything and before the moment is gone you reach up and trace your fingers over the fresh cut above his eyebrow.

The feeling of your fingers on his skin makes him exhale softly.

“It’s fine,” he whispers.

“It looks like it hurts. What happened last night?”

“Nothing for you to worry about angel.”

“I’m sorry if I made any trouble for you…”

Your voice trails off, and you look up at him with questioning eyes. Wordlessly you slide your fingertips down the line of his jaw and he leans into your touch.

He turns into your hand and presses a gentle kiss to your palm.

Your name falls from his lips, more of a sound than a word, a rough growl deep in his throat. He looks as if he wants to say more but with one swift movement he has you pressed against the edge of his desk, caging you in with his arms and either side.

You gasp and he captures the sound with a kiss. And not just any kiss. A kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. A kiss that rivals the one from last night. Fiery. Desperate. And very, very real.

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pforpedro · 1 year

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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.

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“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.”

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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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bonkhrnyjail · 4 months

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sweet plum | chapter one

pairing: pedro pascal x fem!reader (plus size)

rating: g (will become explicit later)

summary: you're almost late to work picking up coffee for your client.

a/n: hello hello! i've been posting this fic on ao3 for the past few months but had a request to post here as well, so here she is !!! this chapter is just a short and sweet intro to the story, future chapters are much longer. hope you enjoy :')

p.s. i wrote this WAYYYY before the starbucks boycott (like 9 months before) and will not be writing about starbucks in the future. free palestine. fuck starbucks.

Fuck.

You can hear the beat of your boot tapping the floor incessantly as you continue to check the lock screen of your phone, staring at the digits and jolting with every minute that passes.

You’ve never had to wait more than 5 minutes at this Starbucks, but of course the one day that your presence is absolutely essential on set, some freak decided to terrorize the staff by forcing them to remake his drink over and over, until he deemed it acceptable. You tried to intervene, but one of the baristas mouthed “It’s ok” to you over the maniac’s shoulder, so you let the situation run its course.

The curly-haired man working so diligently on your order finally calls out your name; you bolt upright and book it to the counter.

“Ok, we’ve got the grande Iced Blonde Honey Shaken Oat Milk Espresso,” he places the first drink into the carrier, “the, uh, grande Sweet Cream Cold Brew and… jesus I hope this one isn’t yours…” he lets out a chuckle, “the Venti Quad Espresso with two extra shots over ice.” He wiggles the drinks into the carrier and wedges a few straws in between the plastic cups.

“It’s not,” you manage through a chuckle, “My client needs his 'go-go juice'."

He throws his head back with laughter. Surely the joke wasn’t that funny, but you appreciate the flattery nonetheless.

“Here,” you hand the straws back to him. “Save the turtles.”

“Let me get you some napkins… oh shoot, we’re out. I’lll go grab some from the back.” He moves away from you quicker than you can stop him.

Fucking hell, you have to go now. You have 15 minutes until they actually start filming, and they need you for the inevitable touch-ups that the action of the scene will cause.

You can not fuck up this job. You’re nearly at the end of filming and you’ve been early, by some miracle, every time you were called to set. They took a chance on you, and you need to prove that they didn’t make a mistake.

“Here you go.” He emerges with a small bag in his hand. “I threw in a loaf to thank you for trying to help earlier.”

“Thank you so much, it was no problem at all,” you wedge the heavy drink carrier between your arm and your torso, “I really have to run, but I’m sure I’ll be back in the next few days, thanks again!” the words trailing behind you as you high-tail it to your car.

13 minutes.

You drive faster and more recklessly than you should, one hand on the wheel and the other stabilizing the drinks so they don’t skyrocket out of the passenger’s seat. As you finally pull into your designated stall, you see your client and his sidekick leaning on the car in the spot next to yours, motioning at invisible watches and tapping their feet. You’d think they’d be grateful that you just risked your job to get them their caffeine fix.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” you shout as you grab the carrier and bag from your car and hoist yourself up from the seat. “There was this guy, he was being a total asshole, made them make his drink like five times. Here.” you hand each of them their drinks. “P, the fucking barista laughed out loud at your order. He said he was scared for your health.”

“Listen,” Pedro takes a comically massive gulp. “I’m not as spry as I used to be, you know. I need a little help on that front.”

You chuckle and rustle in the paper bag. “Are either of you hungry? This guy gave me a cake slice but I’m not hungry enough for the whole thing.”

“We’ll split it.” Bella reaches into the bag and grabs the napkins, dispersing them amongst the 3 of you.

“Ohhhh ho ho ho… what’s THIS!” Pedro shouts, setting his cup on the hood of the car, holding his napkin up with two hands and clears his throat. “It was really sweet what you tried to do today. I’d love to repay you and TAKE YOU OUT SOMETIME?” his voice rising in pitch and volume.

He shows it to Bella and they start cackling. “It even has a little heart on it!” Bella exclaims through their giggles.

“Let me see that!” you snatch it out of Bella’s hands. The two of them start oohing and making kissy noises, prompting you to roll your eyes.

"What'd you try to do?" Bella pries. You ignore them.

“Are you guys literally 10 years old? Jesus.” you try to hold back your embarrassment as you examine the note. It has a phone number written at the bottom, signed with “xo”.

“You’re gonna call him, right?” Bella tore off a piece of the cake and passed the remainder to Pedro.

“No—” you hiss, instantly regretting the speed and intensity at which you responded. “I don’t know. Maybe? I guess he's handsome, but I don’t… know him… can we just drop it? We’re gonna be late.”

You want this attention off of you as soon as possible. You feel a hot flush prickle your cheeks and you turn your face away from the two of them, pretending to rustle through your bag and grab something.

“That's what a first date is for, dipshit! Man, you’re impossible.” Bella lets out an exasperated sigh. “Whatever,” they say, grabbing the napkin. “I’ll call him then, do it myself.”

You shake your head, chuckles still escaping your lips. “I think he might be a bit old for you, Bellie, but knock yourself out I guess.”

“That's not what I— You think I want a man? Please don’t insult me like that ever again.” Bella starts half-walking, half-skipping towards the elaborate set scattered with cast and crew. You follow their lead, Pedro trailing close behind.

“Hey, don’t listen to them. You do whatever makes you the most comfortable.” Pedro puts his arm around your shoulder and gives it a little squeeze. Your body shivers under the warmth of his touch and you manage a nod.

“Thanks.” you look up, finding him already gazing down at you, cocoa brown eyes twinkling and crinkled by a sweet smile.

“Anytime, sweet plum.”

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chapter two

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #plus size reader #the last of us #pedro pascal fanfiction

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softpascalito · 8 months

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Agent Ortega x Reader - Agents dont have favorites

Summary: Special Agent Ortega visits the Emerald Palace occasionally. Somehow, the woman tending to the horses is more intersting to him than those tending to the men. When he stays away for a while and things go south for her, he comes back to find something that he doesnt like.

aka its emotional but also they fuck.

Relationships: Agent Ortega x FemReader

WC: 2600

Tags/Warnings: Creator chose not to use Archive Warnings, The Sixth Gun, Agent Ortega x Reader, Implied/Refered Non-Con (Off-Screen, Time-Period typical), Hurt/Comfort, No use of y/n, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Creampie, Prostitution, Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex, yes i wrote p*rn about an unaired pilot ep from 2013 so what

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Notes: hello loves! what can i say, i saw a new pedro pascal cowboy character and i felt things.

here are said things written down.

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Agents don't have favorites. They breeze through Brimstone occasionally, their sole focus on their mission and occasionally getting down in the Emerald Palace after finishing said mission.

They can't afford to get attached, to care too deeply about someone. Especially not girls working in a brothel.

Agent Ortega has a favorite.

It had developed over time, starting when you had tended to the run-down stables behind the palace, feeding and cleaning the horses for their owners. The pay had barely been enough to afford the small room you shared with three other girls.

The Agent had never been charitable but he had taken to finding you during the evening chores and slipping you some money when he'd been in town, always claiming it was to make sure his horse got the best possible care. You had believed it for a while until you had noticed the way he looked at you. Still, he had never made any real advances towards you, unlike other men who simply could not understand that you were paid to take care of the horses and not their own needs.

But even with the occasional support from him, the money had run out and after another offer that promised the pay equal to a week's worth of feeding horses for two hours with a man- you had finally given in, telling yourself that it would only be this once, just to get by until payday.

It hadn't been once.

Instead, you have adapted to a new routine, returning to the bar after your chores and waiting for a man to approach, both dreading and waiting for one of those sleazy hookup lines that always led to the same thing. It has become routine, the way you agree on a price and then lead them upstairs. It has become routine to lock the door. It has become routine to try and scrub yourself clean afterwards. It never works.

Agent Ortega has not been in for the better half of a year. But when he steps into the parlor of the Emerald Palace, the memories immediately come back and he takes in the smell of whiskey, cheap perfume and dried cum. He uses one hand to open his jacket as he looks around, taking in the few familiar faces in the crowd, girls he has seen spread out on the sheets below him and that he has never thought of again.

You can see, from the way he walks, that he's here for pleasure and not business, a slight bounce in his step as he clearly considers his option, pondering if he should start with a whiskey to relax a bit. He's been in the stables already but he couldn't find you and assumed you'd left, remembering distantly how you'd told him on his last visit that you'd been trying to save up, trying to get out of Brimstone for good.

He didn't have the heart to tell you that it wouldn't get better in other towns.

They were all the same.

As he takes a few steps into the establishment, he smiles at the girls around him and winks at one, who instantly tries her luck and approaches him, running her hand over the front of his shirt. You can't hear what she says but it must be some variation of the hookup lines the men use because Ortega smirks for a moment, turning his head a little to the side.

And then he spots you.

The reaction is imminent as his face falls and he shakes the girl off, heading straight towards the corner that you're huddled in. Worry fills him as he gets closer and with every step, it gets worse as he notices your thin, hunched over form, eyes puffy and highlighted by the dark circles under them. The toll the last few months have taken on you is painfully visible, especially compared to the picture he had stored away in the back of his mind, that he had drawn up on lonely nights to keep him company.

He seems to be by your side in an instant, whispering your name as he kneels in front of you, gently reaching out to touch your leg as he gazes up at you. The look in your eyes scares him more than anything.

A sudden suspicion hits him then and you can tell by the way his eyes wander up and down your body, taking in the tight dress you're wearing, that he knows. He knows what has changed.

You try and avoid looking at him, lowering your eyes, too afraid of what you'll find in his gaze. It doesn't make sense, technically. After all, you had to watch him walk up the wooden stairs with a bunch of different girls, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy you felt each time it happened.

“You're not-” He starts softly, his voice gentle and you shake your head quickly:” Please don't. Don't make me say it.” You beg silently, feeling the tears rising in your eyes.

He shifts slightly, leaning a little lower to look at you and his face hardens a bit. He is painfully aware that this is not the place to discuss this.

“How much?” He simply asks and at that you finally look up, slightly shocked at the sudden implication:” What?” Your voice sounds breathless and a small tear rolls down your cheek. He has to try his hardest to not reach out and wipe it away. Not yet, at least.

“How much? For the night?”

You stutter the price, eyes still wide as you look down at him:” But I don't want-”

This time it's he who cuts you off and gently reaches for your hand, tugging until you get up and follow his lead.

As you ascend the stairs, the steps of your routine start taking over. You try to push your emotions away, focusing on everything but. The sounds from the kitchen below, the wooden stairs creaking slightly under the Agent's steps, the way your hand still rests in his.

He steers you into a room gently. By the time the door closes behind you, your brain is in full autopilot. You turn the lock with a swift motion, the sound immediately making your body slump slightly, like it too has memorized what's about to happen.

Your hands are already on his belt when his own hands join them and for a moment you distantly wonder if he is the type who can't wait, who is always too eager- and then, in a gentle motion, he wraps his finger around yours, keeping them safely in his grip as he lowers his arms. When you look up at him, the only thing you can find in his soft, brown eyes is fear. Fear over what had happened while he had been gone. There is a hint of anger too, but you immediately understand that it is not directed towards you.

Agent Ortega looks sad. And it breaks your heart, knowing that you're the sole reason for it.

“You don't have to do that. Not with me.” He says quietly, his voice shaking slightly as he lightly moves his thumb over your fingers, caressing them. His gaze remains on you and after a moment of silence he speaks again:” Life hasn't been treating you well, has it?”

That's all it takes for you to crumble and suddenly, the autopilot is off, the routine you have perfected broken and you all but throw yourself into his arms as the tears spill out of your eyes, small sobs shaking your body and you escape the grip of his hands to wrap your arms around him. He pulls you in.

“I should've been there.” He mumbles silently, burying his nose in your hair as he brings one hand up to stroke it, tangling his fingers between the strands. It takes a while until you manage to catch your breath, using the back of your hand to wipe the last tears off your cheeks:” I should get back.”

Your voice is shaking and it's a whisper- but his reaction is not lessened by it. His brows furrow slightly and he decidedly shakes his head:” Absolutely not. Besides, I told you I'd pay for the night.”

“But you just said we didn't have to- '' You try to protest but he doesn't budge:” I know what I said. I'm paying for the night regardless. In fact, let me pay you for the whole week.”

After a moment, he adds, a little more quietly:” I don't want them touching you again.”

You look at him for a moment, your gaze wandering from his eyes down to his lips and a few seconds later, you're kissing him like your life depends on it. You press your body against his and for the first time in your life, you are trembling out of desire instead of fear.

You both lose yourself in the kiss for a moment and he takes a few steps back without your lips breaking contact until the back of his knees hit the bed and he sits down, pulling you with him so that you're sitting on his lap, your dress riding up slightly as you spread your legs.

After a few more seconds, his lips leave yours and he studies your face as he catches his breath:”Are you sure about this? I'll pay you no matter what.”

You shake your head softly and finally, a small smile appears on your lips:” I'm sure. I- Please, believe me.”

The internal conflict plays out on his face for you to witness. He doesn't want to hurt you, doesn't want to be like those men, doesn't want to take advantage. But something about the way you look at him tells him that you're telling the truth:” Okay.” He mumbles and his hand brushes over your cheek before wandering down your neck and then down your body as he leans forward again, placing little trails of kisses all over your face.

His lips are softer than you expected and you shiver as his mustache tickles at your skin when he places a kiss on your nose and then on each of your eyelids.

A strong hand settles at your back for support as you feel the other one slowly inching up your thigh under your dress, drawing an impatient noise from you as he takes his time. Eventually, the tips of his fingers find the thin cotton panties you're wearing and, in a stark contrast to the slow movements from before, he suddenly speeds up, pulling them towards himself and ripping them off your body.

You gasp slightly, opening your mouth to protest as he chuckles lowly:” I'll buy you new ones, sugar.”

His rough finger finds the soft skin between your legs, running over your folds and circling around them for a few moments before slowly pushing in, parting your wet heat for him. He watches you closely, the way your breath hitches in your throat when he curls his hand just the right way, paying attention to your reactions to make his mental notes.

He adds a second finger, slowly moving them in and out until your breathing is ragged and you lean into him, whimpering as your breasts almost spill out of your dress. The hand that has been supporting your back gently finds the front of your dress and pushes it down until it pools around your middle, revealing your bare breasts to him and he squeezed them slightly while still moving his other hand in and out of you, sucking in a breath at the way you clench around him:” You're perfect, you know that?”

Your own impatient hands soon find his shirt, pulling open the buttons and pushing it open so that his bare chest is exposed. His badge falls to the floor but neither of you can bring yourself to care.

Eagerly, you trace a finger down his belly, following the small trail of hair that leads into his pants until you find his already half open belt. This time, neither of you stop as you fumble until it springs open and you can already see how tight his pants are under your touch.

When you pull it out, his cock is already hard and leaking and you stroke it a few times, marveling at the way the foreskin ripples back and forth with your movements. The dark hair at the base tickles your hand and you bring your other hand down to squeeze his balls slightly, drawing a breathless moan from the Agent's lips.

After a few moments, he pulls his fingers out of you, which has you whining at the loss but then you feel his hands flying to your hips and he lifts you up easily, pushing your dress the rest of the way up before slowly lowering you onto his cock.

You let out a high-pitched whine as you feel him filling you, thick and hard and you silently thank him for preparing you with his fingers.

“It's okay, I got you.” He mumbles, whispering soft praise into your ear until he's all the way inside of you, your bodies flush against each other. You hear him take a breath, clearly forcing himself to hold back and you nudge him softly, silently letting him know that he can move.

He does and the slight discomfort gives way to pleasure as he slowly buries himself in your heat again and again. It feels so different - He feels so different - from all the men you've been with that it makes you want to cry with the revelation.

“You okay?” He mumbles again and you nod, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you beg:” Harder, please.”

Agent Ortega silently obeys, changing his angle so that he is hitting your cervix with each thrust and you almost yell at the glorious feeling that starts forming in your stomach as your fingers dig into his skin.

“Come on, darlin. Come for me. Just for me .”

You whimper as your climax hits you seemingly out of nowhere and you can hear him curse under his breath as he quickly tries to pull out of you.

“Please don't-” You whimper silently and he looks at you, face somewhere between pleasure and surprise before he gives in, letting your muscles draw him back inside as you clench down on him, drawing out both your orgasms.

He looks down and moans your name at the sight of his seed spilling out of you and running down the base of his cock, that is slowly starting to soften inside of you.

Later, after he has cleaned you up, you are in his arms, your naked limbs entangled in between the sheets. He is stroking your hair slowly, occasionally leaning down to give in to the sweet promise of another kiss.

“Maybe I should take you with me. Back to Santa Fe.” He mumbles and you sigh softly, pressing your hand against his chest:” And why would you do that?”

He stays quiet. When you realize that there is no response coming, you raise your head a bit, glancing up at his face. His eyes are soft as he looks at you in a way you don't think anyone else ever has.

You answer your own question.

“ You care about me .”

He gives the tiniest of nods, smiling a little as he leans down and kisses your forehead softly.

”Get some sleep. I'll be here in the morning.”

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missbabyjay · 1 year

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I Could Never Leave You Behind - Pedro Pascal x Reader

ANGST & FLUFF

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I'm just messing around with some random prompts, trying to improve my writing and step outside of my comfort zone! Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings/Content: Mature, Angst, Fluff, A little bit of spice, Alcohol

Summary: Your thoughts get the best of you, leaving you feeling confused... when all of a sudden Pedro arrives home earlier than planned.

Word Count: 1.5 K

Feel free to send me requests! I am writing for Pedro, Agent Whiskey, Javi Gutierrez, and Bill Hader hehe

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The warm, evening wind tickled your skin as you sat comfortably nuzzled in the corner of the loveseat that was placed on your balcony, facing the warm and mellow sunset as the day said goodbye. You were treating yourself to a glass of chilled pinot noir; your favourite. As you brought the delicate, crystal clear glass to your hungry lips you fiddled with the soft, plush blanket that wrapped around you - wishing the blanket would be replaced with your partner’s loving embrace.

As you continued to watch the sun die out behind the horizon you couldn’t help your mind from wandering. It had been a couple of months since you last saw Pedro - he was finishing up the filming for The Last Of Us, far away from you in Canada.

You knew what you were in for when you began seeing Pedro; he was constantly looking for new ways to branch out in his career, whether it was a new movie or an ongoing series he was already a part of. As much as you tried to understand, you couldn’t fully grasp the life of an actor. You were normal, for lack of a better word. You worked as an assistant for a local magazine in New York City. Sure, you lived what one could say was a “bustling NYC lifestyle”, but you weren’t a celebrity. You worked a regular schedule, and always had time for your personal life outside of your career. That was the big difference between the two of you.

You were longing for the touch of Pedro’s large hands on your body, caressing your soft skin while his lustful eyes soaked in your presence. The touch of his lips on yours… then your neck, lingering to your collarbone, trailing downwards…

Suddenly you were snapped out of your daze when your phone vibrated in your lap - indicating you were receiving a text. You sighed, using your free hand to gently toss over your phone so that you were facing the bright screen contrasting with the dusk of the night that had fallen over you.

Pedro: Mi Amor, I will be coming home in a few days. I can’t wait to see your beautiful face. I love you

You: Sounds good baby, I love you too.

Your eyes were locked with the words placed across your phone’s screen. You loved Pedro so much, but you were reaching a point of uncertainty. Constantly being away from each other for long periods of time was beginning to take a toll on your mental health. You knew you had the strength within you to overcome these feelings, but at this moment in time you couldn’t seem to find it. You were aching for him to be home, long enough for the two of you to enjoy what you thought would be a regular, domestic life.

You downed the remainder of your ruby red wine, quickly reaching for the sleek bottle to fill your glass again. The sun had completely set at this point, and you were accompanied by small, glowing lights you had placed on the railing of the balcony. You tried to clear your mind by scrolling on social media - catching up on celebrity gossip and trending tik-toks. Eventually the evening air chilled and you figured it would be time to make your way inside.

“9:05” read the clock on your phone screen. “Time for bed I guess,” you mumbled to yourself.

You gathered the lush blanket, tossing it over your shoulder, then grabbed the nearly empty wine bottle that sat in front of you. As you made your way inside you realised the effects of the liquids you had consumed seemed to have not hit you until you stood. You rubbed your temple, and then placed the blanket on the couch. You proceeded to the kitchen to grab yourself some water and a few Advil - hoping this would cure the hangover you were bound to have in the morning. As you were pouring the cold and transparent liquid into your tumbler cup you heard the door for your apartment open. “What the fuck?” you thought to yourself, until you were met with the voice of Pedro, “Mi amor!”. You set down the glass and hurried to see Pedro placing his luggage against the wall, tossing his shoes to the side.

“What are you doing here? We were just texting, you said you weren’t going to be home for a few days?” you said, looking at pedro with a confused look. The amount of wine you had drenched your system did not make this moment any more believable, “Am I really that drunk?” you thought to yourself.

“I wanted to surprise you baby,” he exclaimed as he approached you with open arms, eager to feel your body in his arms. But to Pedro’s surprise you broke down in tears.

An overwhelming feeling washed over you, leaving you to lose all control of your emotions. Your vision became blurred as tears took over your eyes, your heart rate rose to an extreme level indicating you were experiencing a panic attack. Your body froze, and you were unable to move leaving you locked in the moment.

Pedro rushed to you, encapsulating you within his large arms. “Woah, baby, what’s going on?” he said as he caressed your head, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. You melted into him, not being able to put together a sentence. He let you unleash your feelings until you were able to control yourself, pulling away from him when you were capable.

You grabbed Pedro’s hand, leading him to the couch. The man felt an immense amount of confusion, unable to connect any dots. His mind began racing at a speed that matched the racing thoughts controlling your mind at the moment; the both of you feeling overwhelmed.

“I don’t know if I can do this P,” you began, seeing his face instantly drop.

“What do you mean you can’t do this? Do you mean you and I?” His voice was trembling, and he began to feel heat gathering in his chest. He had no clue where this came from.

“Not seeing you for months is so painful. I crave your presence. Texts and calls aren’t enough. I feel like you don’t have time for me, but I don’t want to stop you from the successful career you have built for yourself,” you said between gasps, slowly gathering yourself more and more.

Pedro grabbed both of your hands, and locked eyes with you. You could see the fear plastered on his face - this was not what he was expecting to come home to. “Mi amor, I don’t know where this is coming from. We have been living like this for over a year now… have you felt this way the entire time?”

You shrugged, leaving Pedro in a puddle of turmoil. You couldn’t put your finger on the reason why you suddenly felt these feelings - and you hated the state you were putting Pedro in.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even brought this up. This was stupid. The last few months have been tough here at home and I am just overthinking things. I feel like I don’t deserve to be with someone who lives the lifestyle you live,” you mumbled, looking down and shaking your head in hopes of your thoughts disappearing.

Pedro took one of his hands and placed it on your cheek, before he spoke he kept his eye contact with you - giving you a gentle, yet sad smile, “Baby, you deserve everything you want. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. You are so understanding and supportive… I can’t imagine living without you, mi corazon.”

His pet names for you always sent shivers down your spine, leaving you in a pile of mush. Just hearing his reassurance allowed the tension in your body to be released, and although you still felt a sliver of those negative feelings, you wanted to do everything and anything for that man.

You reached forward to lock your lips with Pedro’s. The warmth of your alcohol ridden cheeks radiating on to him, causing him to feel weak. Wrapping your arms around his neck you closed in the space between the two of you; this was the first time you had touched in what felt like a thousand trips around the sun. You soaked in his scent, and the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. The kiss quickly became heated; Pablo slowly led you to lay on the coach as laid overtop of you.

Pedro released his lips from yours, gently placing his forehead on yours, “I promise you are worth everything to me, princesa. My life would be incomplete without you… as well as quiet,” he chuckled, “And why would I want that?” he finished with a cheeky smile. You giggled, and pulled him back towards your lips.

Relationships are a tough thing to navigate, but the passion that burned between the two of you was irreversible at this point. You would rather manoeuvre the ups and downs of life with Pedro at your side, even if that didn’t mean he was always physically there.

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toointojoelmiller · 3 months

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Golden Globes, Critic's Choice, and Emmys all gone and Pedro didn't win an award for the Joel he gave us.

I loved the Bear. I loved Succession. I knew this was coming! I have said out loud and type probably fifty times "Succession will win because it's the final season" - but it still feels like such a bummer and my hopes were still way up!!

Award or not, Pedro Pascal brought a character that has been so close to my heart for an entire decade to life this year in such a full, honest, real way that I am and always will feel grateful for it.

The way that we get to know who Joel is, and what makes him tick, and really feel like we understand him in the game because we are him, was so perfect that I always worried an adaptation wouldn't be able to make me feel so strongly for him. But Pedro did it and then some - gave us a Joel so emotionally moving and haunting and human that it fully kicked me into a year of fun fandom nonsense that has brought fun and friendship to me this year when I really needed it.

Pedro obviously understood Joel to his very core, and in my opinion completely embodied what is the soul of the character. A performance that got me writing for the first time ever and falling in love with it. Rotted my brain so much I learned how to make gifs and spent hours just watching his performance over and over. Watching everything else he has been in and just feeling knocked over by how much fun he is to watch on screen, obsessed with the unique characters he brings to life and making me fucking SMILE all the time -

and yeah, I also love seeing him happy, wish him the best, squeal at pics of him ... worry that the fame is going to be too hard on him !!!!!! Pedro is the Emmy winner of my heart! big time!! lock me up idc

I have no doubt that Bella Ramsey will have a shot at another award next season, and I know Pedro will too - I'm not sure how much Joel we will be given but I have faith he will make the most of every moment. I would just love to see him get the recognition for what he pulled off in making video game character Joel Miller so BELOVED by so many new people.

The museum scene will end my life. Thank you for your time.

#pedro pascal joel miller #pedro pascal #emmy winner in my heart #i love pedro #pedro fandom #pedro pascal award season #i love having a tumblr to vent about pedro because I am OBSESSED people I need to take a tolerance break or something #pedro and kieran friendship please #emmys 2024

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jksprincess10 · 1 year

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A small loan || Pedro Pascal x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Pedro found your secret kink.

TW: Age gap, unprotected sex, mask kink, dom!pedro

I feel like this isn’t as good as I imagined but I needed to get this out of my brain

You two had an agreement. He would leave for months for filming and came back eventually to his New York apartment, where you stayed for free. He gave you everything, in return, you were discreet and you took care of his home. You liked this freedom, liked being alone. As an introvert, you could stay in your-his office all day and write your silly little romance novels and give some writing lessons on the side to have some pocket money. You would spend nights exploring his bookshelves and imagine his voice reading aloud.

You liked this independence, yes, but a part of you always waited for him to come back. Of course, you would facetime at least once a week. More if you could. But you were young and he didn’t want the media on his ass for dating a younger woman, although he wasn’t as creepy as Leonardo Dicaprio. No, you were far into your twenties. Still, he didn’t want anyone to know, except close friends, and you were his little secret.

Your best friend knew, of course, she was the reason you two met.

It was Jessie’s book launching party. You two went to university together and you followed your dreams, always supporting each other and being honest with each other.

You hated those stupid parties and meeting new people, having to make small talk, but you went to encourage her. Jessie was showing you around to everyone like a cute puppy and eventually, you two stopped in front of Pedro. His face was familiar, but you didn’t know from where.

“Pedro, this is my best friend.”

He leaned in to leave polite kisses on your cheeks and you felt his beard scratching your cheeks.

“Nice to meet you.” His voice was soft, inviting.

“L-Likewise.” You responded, destabilized by his beauty.

“Y/N, you probably know him from The Mandalorian…”

“Oh.” That’s all you could say. This stupid show that inspired some smutty stories you wrote about mask kinks. You didn’t know it was him – hell, they never showed his face and you weren’t a big enough fan to dig deeper. But he was handsome. “Didn’t recognize you without the mask.”, you justified awkwardly.

And Jessie left you there to see other friends. You looked probably dumbfounded, but he laughed and it made your shoulders relax, leaving the tension and the awkwardness behind.

“You’re right, I look so much better with the mask on.” He sipped on his wine and you did the same. You felt his soft brown eyes analyzing your body in that light purple dress. You liked the attention he gave you.

“That’s not what I meant at all, you’re very handsome… I just didn’t expect to see you at a romance novel launch party.”

“I have my secrets. So, are you also a writer?”

You engaged in small talk that was, for once, comfortable.

Eventually, that night, you don’t know how, but you ended up in his hotel room, moaning his name as he was exploring your body.

You hung out more and more when he was in town, not only for sex, but for dates, until you came to this little agreement between you two. It was simple and complicated at the same time. You two had a life on the side, but you knew you loved each other, but-but-but no one could know. So many buts. So, you would watch him from afar, on various screens, until he came back to you in this cocoon you two created.

“Almost home. Got a surprise for you, sweetheart.”

You smiled at your phone and saved one last time your draft, before texting back:

“Excited to see what kind of surprise you got for me.”

Since he was – well, older, you had to teach him the rules of texting. Some days, he would just forget that texts existed and would call instead.

Soon enough, you heard the lock of the door turning. You moved from the couch and jumped in his arms. He groaned slightly, surprised, wrapping his arms tightly around you. Then, he pressed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Missed you.”

You got up on your toes to leave a kiss on his lips. “Missed you two, sweet girl.”, he whispered against your plush mouth.

You gave him some time to breathe and take care of his luggage, until you saw a bag that looked heavy. You tried lifting it up, it felt like… metal?

“Pedro, what’s that?” You were always to say his name the right way, the “r” rolling on your tongue.

He took the bag from you before you could see what was inside.

“Your surprise. And it’s not ready yet.”

Your mouth formed an adorable pout, but he didn’t flinch.

“Promise, you’ll get it soon. I just need take a shower first, I smell like… airplanes.”

“That makes no fucking sense.” You laughed.

“I know. But shush.”

“Can’t I come in the shower with you?”

He seemed tempted, you hadn’t touched in months and his body ached for you. But he said no, before disappearing in the bathroom and taking the mysterious bag with him. You waited on the couch, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. It was taking a long time, longer than usual, you thought. But you were patient because he asked. You were his good girl waiting to get praised by him for waiting.

After thirty minutes, the bathroom door opened, and you heard his steps – heavier than usual – coming to you. You lifted your chin to see him in full Mandalorian armor, helmet masking his curls and all.

“Oh.” Your chin dropped to your neck, and you tightened your thighs together.

“They let me… keep it since I asked. A small loan, since they’re making a new armor for season 3.”

His voice sounded deeper as it resonated against the metal.

“Pedro, don’t tell me you found my silly and dirty story-” You panicked.

He approached slowly. He looked taller, scarier. And the naughtiest part of you loved it. His gloved hand lifted your chin, fabric soft against your skin. You were faced with a visor, and you couldn’t see his soft, warm eyes. You were already breathless, and he was barely touching you.

“I did. It gave me a few ideas. So, the helmet stays on, unless you close your eyes. For now, I don’t trust you to keep them closed. Understood?” His voice was deep, dark. The same stupid voice he used in the show. Asshole.

“Yes, sir.”

You swore you could see him grinning behind the glass.

“Come with me.”

You nodded and did as he said, following him to the bedroom, although your legs felt weak. He sat on the side of the bed, still looking tall and menacing in this stupid stupid suit. His hands pressed your shoulders, and you went down on your knees in front of him.

“You will let me fuck your mouth.”

You nodded and you watched him as he undid the bottom of this stupid costume. A gloved hand grabbed the back of your head and pushed you towards his already half-hard member. You opened your mouth as he guided himself past the barrier of your soft lips. You swallowed against his length, sucking in your cheeks. His hips moved, slowly at first, but softness didn’t last too long.

“Good girl.” He praised in a low voice.

You felt yourself getting ridiculously wet as he hips thrusted into your mouth, fucking it harshly, using you as a vessel for his pleasure. You moaned against his skin and concentrated so you wouldn’t choke as the corner of your eyes filled with tears.

“Aw, I thought you could take more than that.” He cooed.

His cock slipped from your mouth, leaving you empty, his hand held you by the throat so you would get up. You knew, even though Pedro was “gone” for the sake of this little play session, he still cared about you and knew your limits.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Take a break. We have plenty of time to play.” He said as he trapped your hips between his strong thighs.

His fingers hooked the elastic of your shorts, before pulling them down. You felt already exposed under the dark gaze you imagined he had. You liked not knowing, not being able to read his face. Fingers covered in leather teased the hidden parts of you through the thin fabric, already soaking wet. You sucked in a breath.

“You’re such a pervert, aren’t you? You’re getting off on the kinkiest stuff.”

“I am, sir. B-But please…”

You grinded against his hand, wanting your lover to commit fully. A sound came out of his mouth that sounded like a low laugh, that didn’t sound like him.

“You’re pathetic.”

Slowly, his fingers came up to your mouth. You bit through the fabric to take the gloves off, freeing strong, manly hands. Once free, his fingers found their way back to your panties, he pulled them to the side, before slipping two fingers against your swollen and wet lips. You let out a pathetic moan as he worked his fingers slowly through your folds. Your legs were already shaking, and if he wasn’t holding the small of your back with his palm, you would be falling. His thumb found your clit and teased it, circling around it, as he inserted a finger in you.

“F-Fuck… C-Can I…”

He let out a small “shush” as he kept working on teasing you, inserting another finger. He fucked you with two fingers, curling them, as his thumb kept caressing that sweet spot on your anatomy. That’s all it took to send you over the edge, and you tried to stay up as he guided you through your orgasm. It pitiful how fast you came, but you were so hungry for him.

“Good girl.” He praised. “Now, you want to try again?”

You nodded before dropping to your knees and you took all of him in. This time, he didn’t thrust in your mouth, and he let you go at your own rhythm, even though he seemed impatient. He occasionally let out slow groans as you bobbed your head up and down, coating his member with your sweet saliva. You went faster as you heard his pleased sounds and when he was done playing, he stopped you, pulling your hair.

“Better.”

You looked so good on his knees for him, makeup already fucked. He could’ve cum already, but he wanted to last longer for you.

“Aren’t you hot in all of this?” You asked, fingers caressing the armor on his chest.

The helmet nodded.

“You can take it off, y’know?”

Slowly, you helped him getting him out of the costume, revealing tan, golden skin and patches of curly hair here and there. Your fingers hooked the bottom of the helmet, but he shook his head.

“Not yet.”

You pouted, even though you were the one who fantasized about this in the first place. You just… really missed his face, that you hadn’t seen in person for months. His strong hands pulled you on top of him as his back touched the mattress. You leaned in, kissing the defined line of his neck and sucking on the skin. You wanted him to know he was yours. You wanted everyone else to know so bad. Suddenly, his hand smacked your ass cheek. You let out a little cry of surprise.

“Bad girl. No hickeys.”

So, you found something else to negotiate about.

“I’ll keep my eyes closed and you can fuck me from behind.”

He groaned, letting out a swear word. The simple thought was so hot to him.

“Fine.” He sighed.

You sat beside him on the bed and put your hands over your eyes as he took off the helmet and carefully put it aside. He was so sweaty under it, dark curls wet with sweat and his forehead glistening. He manoeuvred your small body so you would lay on your belly, face burrowed in the soft pillows.

His hands positioned on your ass, he entered your walls, already strong and rough. You bit into the pillow as he thrusted in and out of you, fast and hard. You tried to be silent, but soon enough, you were screaming as he hit that spot inside of you. Your walls tightened around him and without a warning, you felt warm liquid shooting in you.

He turned you around to face him as you kept your eyes closed. You felt him gently cleaning you up.

“You can look, sweet girl.”

You opened your eyes and smiled as you saw his face. His curls were going in every direction possible; his face was shiny with sweat and god this stupid smile was placed on his lips. You pulled him closer to give him a long kiss, delicate fingers grabbing the back of his neck.

“Was it better than your story?” He asked teasingly.

“Frankly, yes. And I’ll write more of it.”

His laugh filled the room.

“Can’t wait to read it, love.”

#pedro pascal x reader #the mandaloria/reader #pedro pascal

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latoyalestrange · 7 months

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THE FOOL

p. pascal x f!oc

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the long awaited chapter eight! apologies for the delay folks. i just started a new job and my husband is in the process of finding a new job as well so things have been very stressful. but its here!

Summary: Things weren't as 'fine' as Josh had led Naela to believe. She seeks Pedro's company for comfort.

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: mutual pining, toxic!bf, sexist words, steamy makeout dream w pedro, toxic relationship, hurt and comfort, bad spanish, major angst and self-esteem issues, not edited

Taglist: @marvel-sw-lover , @lokislittle , @red-red-rogue , @babukat , @joels-darlin , @weho2kcmo , @violac0la , @poodlebae , @darleneslane

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CHAPTER EIGHT -- WILD DREAMS

"Te sientes tan bien," You feel so good.

Naela wasn't sure how she got here, but when she felt his hands grasp at her hips, she couldn't care less. He trapped her frame beneath him on her bed, letting his hands roam her body. Their bodies rolled together, making her desperate for more. It was almost pathetic with how good his hands felt as they greedily pulled her closer.

"Eres todo mio, Naela." You're all mine. He growled, his lips grazing her ear before they attatched to her neck, leaving love bites scattered across the skin. Slowly his lips traveled down her chest, across her stomach and down to the hem of her underwear. He lingered there for a moment, peppering kisses on the lowest part of her stomach and toying with the sides of her underwear. She felt her heart drop as he slowly pulled the fabric down, leaving her exposed.

She looked down at him with a nervous, but needy look in her eye. A wide, hungry smile spread across his lips as he took in the sight of her. He wasted no time dipping his head under the duvet and draping it over her lower half to comfort her. She shivered as she felt his hands guide her knees apart. His lips were back on her skin in an instant, this time starting at her knee, and working up toward her center. His scruff pricked the iside of her thighs as he grew closer, closer...

Before she could get any once of relief, her eyes flew open and were instantly blinded by the morning sun glaring in her eyes. She groaned, covering her eyes and curling up under the warm covers. She felt around for her phone and found it underneath her back. She brought it up to her face, squinting at the blurry numbers on her lock screen. Seven fifty-one. She let her device fall onto the pillow and rubbed her eyes, blinking her strange dream away. She debated going back to sleep, in fact she tried. But something, maybe her intuition, maybe her need to use the restroom, told her to get up. She listened to that voice and rose to her feet, but not before she stretched out her tense back. After a few moments of yawning, she planted her feet on the cold floorboards and made her way out of her bedroom and into the hallway that the bathroom was connected to.

She knew her boyfriend was likely getting ready to leave for his job at a smaller-scale bank, so she wasn't surprised by the glow and the steam that rolled through the narrow opening in the door. However, she was surprised to hear him talking to someone. Not thinking too deeply into it, she casually advanced to go inside, but instantly halted once she heard her name. His voice was muffled at first, but now that she was touching the door, she could hear his words clearly.

"Yeah, did you see the trailer that came out yesterday? The show is practically a porno."

Her face instantly fell. She recalled watching the trailer at her mother's house with him and her family the night before.

Naela held her breath as she let the trailer play. She knew what it would show, and she tried to explain it to her mother. Unfortunately, the woman only insisted, and she wasn't backing down. She was going to watch that trailer and celebrate with her daughter whether she liked it or not.

As the dreaded clip played, though, Naela was regretting giving in. She avoided eye contact with everyone as she saw the scene she had tried so hard to forget. Pedro's muscular arms trapping her beneath him, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm together, and her all-to-convincing expression as he peppered kisses along her neck. As quickly as the scene appeared, it was replaced by more clips showing off the action in the show. Before she knew it, the trailer was over.

"Oh, wow, Mija! My baby is a star!" Mrs. Rivera exclaimed, clutching her chest with the widest smile on her face. She pulled her daughter in for a tight hug, giggles escaping her mouth as they swayed back and forth on the couch.

Relief.

Once they released, Naela finally got a good look at her boyfriend's expression; deadpan as he stared at the paused TV. She frowned; she was completely transparent with him once she got the full script. She distinctly remembered detailing that specific scene.

"What did you think, Josh?" Sebastian prodded as he sat next to Josh, urging him to be supportive. Josh unclenched his jaw and smiled unenthusiastically.

"Looks cool," he responded casually. "I think people are gonna like it." His comment eased her a bit, but for the rest of the night, she was on edge, just waiting for him to say something or start a fight. But he didn't. She begged for him to tell he what was wrong when they got home, but he assured her again and again that he was fine.

So, what was the problem?

"Nah, she won't dump me. She doesn't have the confidence." His laugh was maniacal, almost cruel. Naela froze. How are you supposed to react to something like this?

"Listen bro, I gotta get off of here. I have to get to work." Like switch flipped, she broke out of her trance and ran back to the safety of her bedroom. If she knew Josh, she knew he would find a way to spin in around on her for listening to his phone call. She sat quietly on her bed until she heard her door open and close again. Tears instantly started trickling down her face and she slowly let the hurt wash over her.

Naela wasn't crying because she knew her relationship with Josh was over. She wasn't ready to accept that yet. Josh was her first boyfriend, her first everything for that matter. She'd spent so much time trying to help him be better and changing herself to make him happy. To her virtue and her fault, she was irrevocably committed to him.

Who the hell was she kidding with Pedro anyway? He could have any girl he wanted. In fact, his manager probably already had the next publicity stunt lined up. Someone prettier, more mature, more of everything Naela wasn't.

So in that moment, Naela decided to stay. She would stay quiet to keep him. He wasn't the best option, but he was safe.

A while later, when Naela had stopped crying and had resorted to staring at the wall, her phone began to buzz.

Mike Manager

Naela rolled her eyes and audibly voiced her disgust before reluctantly answering the call.

"What, Michael?" Her voice gave away her hurt with a nasally tone.

"I--...You okay?"

She scoffed, "I'm fine, what is it?"

"Just don't forget to meet Pedro for lunch today, okay?"

Of course. The day after the trailer came out, they were meant to be spotted at a cafe in downtown. Although it wasn't directly her manager's fault, she felt like she had every right to take out some of her frustration on him. Before he could get out another word, she hung up on him.

She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. She sincerely debated not going, but ultimately decided it was better to go out than to cry in bed all day. Eventually, she convinced herself to stand up and get ready. She put on some light makeup, and for clothes, a pair of cream corduroy pants with a mauve fitted top.

She stopped to look at herself in her full length mirror. Putting on a a good outfit always seemed to cheer her up, albeit a very small amount this time. She sighed and reached over to her bedside table and plucked her favorite perfume from the display. She sprayed all of her pressure points and noticed her phone buzzing again as she put the bottle away. This time, the name on the screen tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Incoming FaceTime

Pedro

She scrambled to hold her phone up at the right angle and fixed her hair before accepting the call. Suddenly his face appeared, a new even scruff coming in across his his sharp jaw. His dark, wavy hair was dripping wet, and his bare chest was glistening with water droplets as he stood in what looked like his bathroom.

Naela could’ve sworn her best was beating out of her chest as the sight. Did he know what this was doing to her?

“Oooh, you look pretty.” A cheeky smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of her.

She tried to play it cool, responding with “Aw, thank you!” and repositioning her phone so her blush was cut off.

“I just wanted to see what you were wearing so you don’t look all gorgeous and I’m just— there,” he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. Naela had to remind herself that it wasn't a real date as she propped her phone up on her perfume and posed for him.

"Okay, okay," She could see his eyes move up and down her body. "So, no matter what I wear, you'll look much better than me. Got it." She let her head fall back with laughter, feeling her pain wash away by the second.

"I think your fans would disagree," she shot back, unable to hide her flushed cheeks from the frame.

“Well don’t listen to the handful of people that say that. They don’t know what they’re talking about.” His tone grew sincere, then angry. He clenched his jaw and averted his eyes, subconsciously hiding the rage he felt every time he thought about those comments. (we love a quick to anger aries king)

“I appreciate that, Pedro.” Her sweet voice pulled him back to reality. In an instant, he was back to smiling and gazing adoringly at her.

Close to an hour later, he was doing the same thing as he saw her approaching the patio of the restaurant. He put out the cigarette he was smoking on the concrete and stood to pull out her chair as she neared. The first thing she noticed was his outfit, a cream sweater and dusty purple dress pants to match her. She chuckled and shook her head.

"What, you don't like the outfit?" He asked with a confident smirk. She lowered herself into the chair, looking up at him with an amorous stare, a cheeky smile peeking through.

“You look great, Pedro.” He seemingly brushed it off, pushing in her chair for her without another comment.

“So how much time do we have before this cafe turns into a zoo exhibit?” She continued, earning a hearty laugh from him as he took his seat across from her.

“Not sure,” he replied quickly before changing the subject. “How was your morning?” He instantly noticed a shift in her expression as she hesitated to answer.

“It was fine,” she answered unconvincingly.

Pedro raised his eyebrows, “Really?” Before she could come up with a smart reply, they suddenly noticed the waitress joining them at the edge of the table.

“Hello, how are you guys?” Throughout her mandatory speech, Naela noticed her ogling Pedro and refusing to look at anyone else.

“Can I just get a black coffee, and the lady will have the frozen mango lemonade,” he answered confidently, a polite smile on his face. Naela blinked, taken aback by the way he spoke for her.

“Did you just— how did you even know I liked mango?”

He looked confused as well, almost like it was casual, “Oh, I saw you at the airport drinking something similar. I can ask for something else—“

“No, no, it sounds good,” she trailed off, returning his smile before averting her eyes to her lap.

“Don’t think I forgot you dodged my question, Rivera.” His tone turned sultry, more serious, but his teasing smirk implied otherwise. She rolled her eyes, unable to surpress the rouge creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks.

“Josh and I had a bit of a fight this morning, I guess. It’s nothing,” she brushed it off, giving him the most convincing expression she could muster.

“Okay, I won’t press. If you ever need someone to talk to, though…” He didn’t even have to finish.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” She agreed just above a whisper, bringing her hands up to massage her temples. After a moment of comfortable silence, she felt his hand gently curl around her own and rub circles on the inside of her wrist as it rested on the table. He looked endearingly into her eyes, making it hard to keep eye contact. Instead she looked around at the bustling street the cafe was on, seeing no sign of any fans or paparazzi. Her heart fluttered as she turned back to him, who’s eyes had never shifted.

“They’re not here yet, you don’t have to—“

“Naela,” he said abruptly, gazing deeply into her eyes.

“Yes?” she responded, chuckling akwardly.

“No one’s coming.” His smile turned sheepish as her eyes widened. “I told them we were going to a different cafe,” he continued.

“You don’t think we’ll get in trouble?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell ‘em it was all my idea. Let’s just enjoy the time we have before they notice, yeah?” She nodded, savoring how their hands lingered, intertwined at the center of the table.

Pedro’s ruse bought them until the end of their meal to be alone. Only a handful of photographers showed up, but it was still enough to make her feel like the entertainment. Luckily, they were already on their way out.

“I'm parked close. Don't answer any questions, just get to the car." Pedro linked his arm across her back, and gently pulled her into his chest as they neared the door. She nodded, too distracted by the small crowd pressed up against the door to notice his protective gesture.

"I've got you, okay?" He reassured her after clocking her nervous expression. She tried to force the corners of her moth down, but to no avail. She nodded once more, avoiding his eyes.

"Okay," he braced himself before hoisting the heavy door open and exposing them to the flashing lights and invasive questions.

"How long have you been together?"

"Was the chemistry on camera real?"

"How does it feel going from zero to being Pedro Pascal's girlfriend?"

Okay, rude. She wasn't a zero. Maybe a two and a half.

Pedro used his arm as a shield as he pushed through the cesspool of thirsty reporters. After some resistance, Pedro was able to push through to the passenger door of his car, instantly opening it for her. Naela climbed in not-so-gracefully, practically falling into the seat. She had a moment to glance around the vehicle as Pedro made his way to the opposite side. It was impressively clean, with only a gym bag in the backseat and lip balm in the middle console. She found a faint familiarity in the scent, a ghost of him filing her senses. It was soon replaced by the real thing as he jumped into the car as well. With his chest heaving, he smiled over at her, holding back laughter.

"Holy shit," he huffed, "I'm getting too old for this."

Naela laughed, "Step on it, Grandpa!" Pedro wheezed at her teasing before buckling in and driving away, careful not to hurt anyone that crowded around the car. There was comfortable silence for a moment as he started on the route to Naela's apartment complex. Naela gazed absentmindedly out the window, a soft smile lingering on her lips. She felt safe, and content for the first time in a while.

"I'm sorry again, Naela." She instantly turned toward him, shaken out of her daydream to see his fallen expression and his adorable brown doe-eyes glaring sympathetically back at her.

"Sorry?" She quirked her head to the side, taken aback by his sudden apology.

"I'm sorry you have to do all of this. That you didn't get the choice," he confessed, unable to face her comforting look.

"Pedro--" She was cut off by the dull ringing of the bluetooth on his car. The caller ID Manager popped up on the screen. Pedro glanced over at her before answering it.

"What's up, Nick?" He asked cautiously.

"So you decided to go somewhere different last minute, huh?" The man said in a knowing tone.

"Yeah, the waitlist was like two hours at the first place." Pedro couldn't help but break a smile as he lied. He looked to Naela, who was covering her mouth to keep herself from chuckling.

"Sure, sure...just know the studio isn't gonna let it fly a second time, Pedro." He warned him. It was clear he was slightly amused by the situation.

"Gotcha. Thanks for covering for me."

"Yeah, yeah." Then, the line disconnected, leaving them a giggling mess.

"Guess that's the last private date we're getting." She didn't realize she used the "D" word at first, but she wasn't about to take it back. He furrowed his brow, scoffing at her words.

"No one said that," he teased, smirking over at her. He kept it to himself, but he could definitely get used to the sight of her in his passenger seat. She suppressed her smile by biting the inside of her cheek, then turned away once it failed. Flustered, she stayed mostly quiet for the rest of the drive. Soon, they reached her building, and Pedro was getting out of the car with her. She found herself scouring her memory to find out of Josh would be in her apartment, which brought her back to the events of that morning. Even if Josh weren't home, it would be wrong to invite Pedro in, no matter how badly she wanted to.

"This one's me," she said awkwardly, her eyes glued to her keys as she fumbled her keychain in her hands. She eventually found the right key and stuck it in the door, starting to step in before Pedro's hand grasped her arm.

"Hey--" he started, trailing off as she turned to face him. He gazed down at his grip on her and quickly dropped it, realizing he overstepped. God, he hated this phase. He wanted to skip to the end where she told him she was leaving that stupid boy.

"When can I see you again?" he asked honestly, that was all he cared about. She was stunned for a second, trying to choose between saying what she wanted or what she should say.

"Um...the premier is in two weeks. I'll see you then?" She answered, more in the tone of a question. He sighed, but hid his disappointment with a final, pained smile.

"Sure, yeah...a car is probably gonna come at a time, I don't know what time..." he stammered out.

Damn. Hurting him was proving to be the worst side effect of facing the truth. She told herself over and over in her head; it was all business. He could have anyone he wanted, and there was no way he would choose the naive twenty-five-year-old. At least she knew where she stood with Josh.

She thanked him with the look in her eyes as she gently stroked his cheek. It took all of the restraint in Pedro's body not to stop her again as she finally retreated inside her apartment. He stood outside her door for a long moment, denying that he needed to leave for as long as possible. Eventually, after cursing himself under his breath, he walked away, sulking to the elevator.

On the other side of the same door, Naela hesitated as well. If she was doing what was right, why did it have to hurt so much? Why did she hate every minute he was gone?

He didn't love her, not really. He never would have looked her way if they weren't forced together.

Right?

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THE SILVER LINING — CH. 2

Chapter Two: Our Magnetism To Recklessness

Summary: After aiding the Republic and the fall of the Empire, you left the Jedi Training Clan on Bogden 3 to help families needing medical care with the call of the Force. You are a kind, warm-hearted healer on Nevarro, treating the citizens and the bounty hunters. Imperial remnants still linger in the shadows, waiting to strike at the perfect moment. Leading you to assist the Mandalorian with rescuing the Child has led you to your biggest adventure yet.

Paring: Din Djarin x Empath!FemReader

Warnings: Violence, Age–Gap Romance, Angst, FLUFF, Eventual SMUT, Swearing, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Crying, Suggestive content, Flirting, People pleasing, Flattery, Blood, Blasters, War, Religion References, Aliens, Sith, Character Deaths,

Word Count: 10.1k

A/N: UHHH… I’m back! Hopefully, I can update this fic consistently now since I have a relaxed school schedule now. As well as writing chapters for Notre Dame but at the moment I’m back with Pedro Pascal character fics hehe.

Song: Someone To Stay by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

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INSIDE THE RAZOR CREST

OUTER RIM TERRITORIES, 9ABY – SPACE

You’re sitting cross-legged with your palms facing up on the cool metal floor of the Razor Crest. Meditation has always been a struggle for you. You long to explore the depths of your soul, but confronting your deepest fears and desires fills you with a sense of trepidation. Danger seems to be lurking around every corner, and it's always been easier to turn away than to confront it.

But you know that danger lives within you. It's a part of you, an ever-present shadow that threatens to consume you at any moment. And so, you steel yourself for the battle ahead. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and let the stillness envelop you.

At first, the darkness within seems to grow, threatening to overwhelm you. But you refuse to be swayed. You focus on your breath, on the rise and fall of your chest, and slowly but surely, the darkness begins to recede. You feel a sense of peace wash over you, and you know that you've taken the first step on a long and arduous journey.

You open to the sound of the ship's hull rattling, a disconcerting reminder that you're hurtling through space. With a sigh and a frown, you pull yourself up from the floor and climb up the ladder to the cockpit. As you push the doors open, the baby coos in delight, oblivious to the events that surround you. You peer over Mando's shoulder at the star map, trying to make sense of the jumble of lines and dots that represent the countless stars and planets of the galaxy.

"Is everything alright?" you ask, your voice barely audible over the hum of the engines.

Mando shrugs, his eyes fixed on the glowing screen before him. "The kid keeps touching things."

You snort, knowing full well that the baby's curiosity is boundless. You settle into the co-pilot's seat, leaning over to get a better look at the holomap.

"Let's see," Mando says, his voice gruff. "Sorgan. Looks like there's no star port, no industrial centers, no population density. Real backwater skug hole. Which means it's perfect for us.”

You nod, fully aware that a remote planet like Sorgan is precisely what you need to escape the Empire's wrath and the other bounty hunters on your tail. After a brief pause, Mando turns to the baby and speaks, "Are you ready to lay low and stretch your legs for a couple of months, you little womp rat? Nobody's going to find us here."

You can't help but smile at the Mandalorian's words, even as you feel the weight of your past deeds and the danger that constantly surrounds you. But for now, you're grateful for the opportunity to take a breather and rest up before the next job comes knocking. You strap into the co-pilot’s seat and prepare to land on the forested swamp planet.

SORGAN, 9ABY — DAY

The Razor Crest's engine hisses as the landing gear deploys into a locked position, signaling your arrival on the planet's surface. Mando rises from the pilot's chair and gently places the child on the ground, speaking in a hushed tone, "Listen, I'm going out to look around. It won't take long. Just don't touch anything. I'll find us a place to stay and come back for you."

As you stand up, the Mandalorian turns to you with a serious tone, "You watch the kid." He then turns back to the baby, his voice firm, "You stay put. Don't move. Got it?"

The child grunts in response and Mando nods, "Good."

You observe as the Mandalorian strides out of the cockpit doors, leaving you to tend to the small, precious bundle of joy. Your attention shifts to the baby, his big round eyes gazing up at you, conveying his desire to follow the armored warrior. You heave a sigh, weighing the pros and cons of taking the infant along, and then concede, "Alright, let’s go.”

You descend to the lower deck and find the Mandalorian working on lowering the left-side telescopic gate. The child is standing by his right side, fascinated by the mechanism, while you make your way to his left side as quietly as possible. As soon as the gate is fully lowered, the Mandalorian notices the child next to him, tilting his head down to meet the baby's curious gaze.

You stand there awkwardly, unsure how to convince him to let you and the child go with him. You give him a shy smile, hoping it would be enough to persuade him. He looks at you for a moment, then sighs and relents, "Oh, what the hell? Come on."

As you step out into the vibrant greenery of Sorgan's forest, you can't help but marvel at the beauty of it all. The towering trees loom above, their leaves forming a natural canopy that filters the sunlight to create a dappled effect on the ground below. You take in a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling a sense of calm wash over you.

With Mando and the child by your side, you begin to weave your way through the dense foliage, using your hands to brush aside the leaves and branches that obstruct your path. The colors of the plants and flowers around you are like a rainbow, bright and vivid, a far cry from the dull and dreary landscapes you've become accustomed to.

As you walk, you feel a connection to the planet, as if its life force is pulsing through every living thing around you. It's a stark contrast to the harsh and unforgiving worlds you've visited in the past, where the emotions of despair, distaste, and anger seem to permeate every surface. Here on Sorgan, you feel at peace, and you can't help but be grateful to have found such a serene and beautiful place to hide away for a while.

You enter a common house where food is grilled over a large grill. You pull your hood up, not wanting anyone to identify you. As you look around, the patrons are mostly human, and a loth-cat growls at the Child, startling him. You quickly check your surroundings and notice that Mando is doing the same before finding a table.

You lean down to pick up the child and place him on the toddler's chair, and as you sit down, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you sense mixed emotions from someone nearby. Suddenly, the proprietor approaches your table and greets you, “Welcome, travelers. Can I interest you in anything?”

Mando is curt as he replies, “Bone broth, for the little one.” The proprietor hums, “Oh, well, you're in luck. I just took down a grinjer, so there's plenty. Can I interest you in a porringer of broth as well?” Mando nods, “Yes please, for her.”

The proprietor nods and turns to leave but Mando then inquires, “That one over there. When did she arrive?” The proprietor turns to look at who he’s referring to and replies, “I've seen her here for the last week or so.”

You also take a good look at the woman, your empath abilities seeing multiple shades of dark blue radiating and outlining her. Mando tilts his head, “What’s her business here?” She chuckles, “Business? Oh, well, there's not much business in Sorgan, so I can't say. She doesn't strike me as a log runner.” Mando then places down a few large credits on the table and the proprietor is delighted, “Well, thank you, sir. I will get that broth to you as soon as possible, and I will throw in a flagon of spotchka just for good measure. I will be right back with that.”

You smile and thank her as she walks away, only to spot that the woman sitting by the corner had seemingly vanished. Mando stands up alarmed by the fact and swiftly says, “Keep an eye on the kid.”

You nod in agreement and watch as Mando disappears through the curtains leading outside. Your own broth and the child are served soon after, but you can't shake off the feeling that something is amiss. The child hasn't used the Force to communicate with you or even tell you his name yet, you sense a commotion coming from outside. The child hops down from his seat, taking his bowl with him, and you follow him as he leads you to the curtains.

You peek through and see Mando engaged in hand-to-hand combat with a woman. The two grapple with each other, throwing punches and kicks before finally holding each other at gunpoint. You and the child watch in amazement, impressed by their skill and tenacity. Mando notices you both and looks back at the woman, "You want some soup?"

The four of you return to the common house. You sit in between the child and the Mandalorian, listening intently to the woman who introduces herself as Carasynthia ‘Cara’ Dune, “Saw most of my action mopping up after Endor. Mostly Ex-Imperial Warlords. They wanted it fast and quiet. They'd send us in on the drop ships. No support, just us. Then when the Imps were gone, the politics started. We were peacekeepers, protecting delegates, and suppressing riots. Not what I signed up for.”

“How'd you end up here?” The Mandalorian asked, as Cara slowly takes a good look at you, “Let's just call it an early retirement… Wait, were you part of the–” You cut her off before she could out you, “A long time ago, yeah… but it doesn’t matter, I couldn’t stay.”

Cara’s eyebrows furrowed, “They’ve been looking for you.” Your eyes look downwards as you quietly replied, “I know.”

A brief moment of silence passes by the table and Cara cleared her throat, “Look, I knew you were Guild. I figured you had a fob on me. That's why I came at you so hard.”

Mando gruffly replies, “Yeah, that's what I figured.”

Cara moves to get out of her seat while saying, “Well, this has been a real treat, but unless you wanna go another round, one of us is gonna have to move on, and I was here first.”

You watch as the ex-shock trooper leaves, and her empty bowl of soup on the table, feeling disappointed at the missed opportunity to connect with someone in this peaceful place. The Mandalorian tilts his head in your direction, his voice husky as he said, “Well, looks like this planet's taken.”

As the night wears on, you find yourself sitting on the ramp of the Razor Crest with the child on your lap, keeping him company while the Mandalorian works on repairing the ship. The air is filled with the buzz of insects, and the only source of light comes from the two lamps illuminating the Mandalorian's silver beskar armor.

Watching him work with precision and skill, you suddenly blurt out a question that's been on your mind, "If you could go anywhere in the galaxy, where would you go?" His movements momentarily falter, caught off guard by your inquiry. For a while, there's only silence as he continues to work on the ship.

Just as you're about to apologize for asking, he finally responds, "Mandalore." Your confusion is evident on your face, and he elaborates, "I was a foundling. The Mandalorians rescued me, took me in." As he speaks, you feel the weight of his words and the depth of his emotions, the threads, and wisps of dark grey and blue enveloping you and leaving you breathless.

As you continue to play with the baby, you feel the Mandalorian's eyes on you through his vizor. You turn to look at him and catch his gaze before he quickly looks away, back to the repairs. It’s his turn to question you, "If you could go anywhere in the galaxy, where would you go?" and you can't help but wonder if he's searching for something beyond just a destination.

You consider his question for a moment before settling on an answer, "Home." You feel a pang of homesickness wash over you as you say it, but it's the truth. You don't know where home is yet, but you hope to find it someday.

Mando turns to face you, his helmet still covering his face, but you can sense his attention on you. "Where is home?" he asks, his voice quiet yet curious. You shrug your shoulders, "I don't know yet. Maybe it's out there, waiting for me to find it."

As the baby chitters and coos, Mando watches you with a strange warmth in his chest. He hasn't felt this way in a long time, and he's not quite sure how to process it. But watching you play with the child, seeing the way you care for him and make him smile, makes him feel something he's not used to - hope.

The peace of the moment was abruptly shattered by the sound of a repulsorlift speeder approaching. You alerted the Mandalorian, and he assured you he would handle it. As two men approached them, one of them began speaking, "Excuse me."

You watched as the Mandalorian addressed them with an uninterested tone, "There something we can help you with?"

The men hesitated before one of them spoke up, "Uh, yeah. Raiders."

"We have money," the other added.

The Mandalorian scoffed, "So, you think I'm some kinda mercenary?"

The men exchanged a worried glance before the younger one spoke up, "You are a Mandalorian, right? Or at least wearing Mandalorian armor. That is Mandalorian armor, right?"

"It is," the Mandalorian replied curtly, moving to the other side of the panel and using his large frame to herd you away from the two men. You felt his arm wrap around your waist protectively as you carried the child with you.

The men continued to stammer, "Sir, I've read a lot about your people... Tribe. If half of what I read is true..." The other one quickly cuts his friend off, “We have money.”

"How much?" Mando asks, his voice stern and unyielding.

The two men exchange a worried look before the younger one steps forward. "Everything we have, sir. Our whole harvest was stolen."

The older man chimes in, "Krill. We're krill farmers."

You sense and feel their anguish and distress over the situation in their village. The villager holds out a bag of credits and pleads with Mando, "Please, it's all we have. We brew spotchka. Our whole village chipped in."

Mando takes the bag of credits but shakes his head. "It's not enough."

The villager's face falls. "Are you sure? You don't even know what the job is."

"I know it's not enough, good luck," Mando replies, his voice final.

The two villagers look crestfallen as they move aside, defeated. As you ascend up the ramp, you can't help but turn your head towards the two men, feeling guilty for not at least trying to help. With a pleading look in your eyes, you silently urge the Mandalorian to consider their request.

"Come on," the older villager says to the younger. "Let's head back."

The younger one protests. "Took us the whole day to get here. Now we have to ride back with no protection to the middle of nowhere."

Mando turns to face them, a hint of compassion in his voice. "Where do you live?"

"On a farm," the older man replies. "Weren't you listening? We're farmers."

Mando presses on. "In the middle of nowhere?"

The younger man nods. "Yes."

With a deep breath, the Mandalorian considers their request. He looks at you, and you nod your head in agreement. “Good,” he says to the two men. “Come up and help.”

As they follow you into the Razor Crest, you can feel a sense of relief wash over you. Though you don't know what lies ahead, you know that you're doing the right thing. All of you carry different sizes of crates and supplies, loading them onto the repulsorlift speeder and the child quietly sits, observing all of you move around.

You hear the rumble of the Mandalorian’s voice through the modulator of his helmet as he said, “I'm gonna need one more thing. Give me those credits.”

“You gonna ask Cara for help?” You asked as you loaded a small crate of supplies and Mando nods, “I’ll be right back.”

You sit beside the Mandalorian, holding the baby tight against your chest as the speeder glides through the forest. The yellow glow of the lamp illuminates the path ahead, casting flickering shadows on the trees. Across from you, Cara looks skeptical.

“So, we're basically running off a band of Raiders for lunch money?” she says incredulously.

Mando turns to her, his helmet reflecting the light. “They're quartering us in the middle of nowhere. Last I checked, that's a pretty square deal for somebody in your position. Worst case scenario, you tune up your blaster. Best case, we're a deterrent. I can't imagine there's anything living in these trees that an ex-shock trooper couldn't handle.”

Cara nods in agreement, but you can feel your eyelids getting heavy. You lean against one of the crates with the child in your arms, feeling the Mandalorian's warmth beside you. As he stretches his arms and legs, he tilts his helmet up, searching for a comfortable position.

Your tired eyes flutter closed and you sink into a peaceful sleep. The stars twinkle above you, and the speeder's gentle hum lulls you into a deep slumber. You don't notice the Mandalorian's initial rigidity as your sleeping form curls into his, but after a long look at your peaceful face, he relaxes and allows himself to doze off as well.

SORGAN, THE VILLAGE, 9ABY, – MORNING

You awaken to find yourself lying on top of Mando's chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing beneath you. As you open your eyes, you notice that the sun is already high in the sky, casting a warm glow over your surroundings. Mando stirs beneath you, muttering something unintelligible.

"We're here," he says finally, his voice low and gruff.

You feel the cool touch of his beskar armor against your cheek, contrasting with the heat of his body. You blush, feeling the blood rush to your face, and apologize for your unintentional intimacy. Cara, who's been watching you both, gives you a knowing look.

Despite the embarrassment, you can't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety in Mando's presence. Cara smirks knowingly as Mando quips, "Looks like they're happy to see us." The children of the village rush to greet you and the child as you disembark from the speeder, their laughter and cheers filling the air.

You're led by one of the villagers to a barn where you'll be staying for the time being. Omera, the woman who prepared the lodging, welcomes you both in. "I hope this is comfortable for you two. Sorry that all we have is the barn."

You glance at Mando, concerned that he won't have the privacy he needs. "I can bunk with Cara in the meantime so you can have your privacy," you offer. Omera looks between you and Mando, "Are you not… together?"

Before you can clarify, Mando cuts in, "It's fine. She’ll stay with me and help me keep an eye on the kid." You're skeptical, but he simply hums, indicating his certainty. "This will do fine," he adds.

As Omera clears her throat, you notice her eyes lingering on Mando with a hint of admiration, and the jealousy inside you twists uncomfortably. "I stacked some blankets over here," she says, gesturing to a corner of the barn.

Mando thanks her before kneeling down to unpack a few of his things. You watch him, lost in thought as you gaze out the window. Suddenly, you hear small footsteps and Mando quickly spins around, his body tense and alert. You whip your head to the source of the sound, spooking a young girl standing at the doorway.

"Whoa, it's okay," you say, trying to calm her down.

Omera moves to the doorway, slowly revealing the young girl, “This is my daughter, Winta. We don't get a lot of visitors around here. She's not used to strangers.” She then looks at her daughter lovingly, “This nice man and lady are going to help protect us from the bad ones.” Winta looks to both of you, “Thank you.” Mando nods in acknowledgment as you give the young girl a soft smile. “Come on, Winta. Let's give our guests some room.” Omera said, leading her daughter away from you two.

You place the child in his wooden crib that had been provided by the people of the village. As you both unpack your belongings, the Mandalorian remains quiet and distant. You notice his reluctance to get too close, but you can't help but be drawn to his presence.

You break the silence by asking, "So, where did you learn to fight like that? You know, with all those fancy weapons?"

He glances at you briefly before replying, "I've been trained since I was a child. It's part of being a Mandalorian."

"Wow, that's really impressive," you reply, admiring his dedication to his craft.

The Mandalorian grunts in response, his attention focused on organizing his weapons. You decide to try again, "What about you? Where did you grow up?"

You see a flicker of hesitation in his movement before he answers, "I was an orphan. I don't remember much of my childhood."

You nod, understanding his desire for privacy. But you can't help but feel a pang of curiosity. "It must have been tough, growing up like that," you say softly. "Did you have anyone to rely on?"

The Mandalorian pauses, his hands stilling on his weapons. "No one," he replies flatly. "But I had to learn to rely on myself. It's the way of our people."

You sense a deep pain and loneliness in his words, and your heart aches for him. "I'm sorry," you say softly. "But you know, you don't have to be alone all the time. Sometimes it's good to have someone you can trust by your side."

You meet the Mandalorian's gaze, his helmet hiding any trace of emotion. He seems guarded as if waiting for you to reveal more. "And what about you?" he asks, his voice low and curious. "Why are you here?"

You take a moment to consider how much to disclose, knowing that there is more to your presence than meets the eye. You finally decide to offer a vague response, "I'm not really sure. Maybe I'm also running from something... I'm just not sure what. But something drew me to Nevarro and then to you… and the child. I guess it felt right to be here."

The Mandalorian nods, seeming to accept your answer, but you sense that he knows there is more to the story. You wonder if he suspects that you possess a connection to the Force, something that you have been keeping hidden from everyone, including yourself.

You feel a sense of relief that he didn't question you further, knowing that you couldn't reveal your true purpose for being there just yet. You glance out the window, lost in thought, and catch a glimpse of the setting sun. It reminded you of the prophecy that was spoken about the Force, but you quickly push the thought away, not wanting to reveal too much to the Mandalorian.

The Mandalorian nods slowly as if considering your words. "It's not safe out there," he warns. "You should be more careful."

You chuckle. "I can take care of myself, you know. And besides, I have you to protect me now, don't I?"

He doesn't respond, but you can sense a hint of amusement in his posture, completely relaxed and open. Despite the Mandalorian's initial reluctance, you find that he has a dry sense of humor and sharp wit, and you can't help but be drawn to his enigmatic persona. It's a small victory, but it's enough to make you feel hopeful. Maybe he's not as closed off as he seems.

You suddenly hear Omera’s voice by the doorway, "Knock, knock." Mando turns his head to face the door, and you nod to let him know it's okay to let her in. "Come in," he says, his voice steady and calm.

Omera enters the room with a tray of food in her hands, followed by her daughter Winta. She sets the tray down on the table and walks over to the crib where the child rests. Winta looks up at her mother with hopeful eyes, and Omera nods her head in encouragement.

"Can I feed him?" Winta asks, looking up at Mando.

Mando turns to you, silently asking for your permission. You nod, and he responds with a soft "Sure."

You watch as Winta offers the child a mushroom, which he happily munches on. After a moment, she turns to Mando and asks politely, "Can I play with him?"

Mando looks at you for an answer, and you smile and nod your head. He sighs and says, "Sure."

He gently picks up the child and sets him down on the floor, cooing softly to him. You watch as Omera gazes at him with fondness, and you feel a twisted and sickening feeling in your stomach. It sits like a rock, weighing you down, and you feel as though you're standing on the edge of a drop-off, or at the summit of a great mountain.

As Winta leads the child out of the barn, you notice Mando's protective nature kick in as he steps forward and hesitates, "I don't think…"

But Omera places a calming hand on his chest, interrupting his thoughts. You turn away, trying not to intrude on their moment. You hear her reassure him, "They'll be fine."

Mando still seems hesitant, repeating, "I don't…" before Omera firmly reassures him once more, "They'll be fine."

You can feel the tension in the air and look down at the wooden floor, feeling a sense of unease. In a quiet voice, you speak up, "I'll go keep an eye on them and make sure no one gets hurt." You quickly leave the barn, not wanting to see the possibility of having something to lose.

You step out onto the grass, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. As you make your way toward the children, you can hear their laughter and playful screams in the distance. You see Winta and the child running around in circles, the little one stumbling and giggling as he tries to keep up with her.

You stand off to the side, keeping a watchful eye on them. It's hard to resist the urge to join in on the fun, but you know better than to draw any unwanted attention to yourself. As you watch, you can't help but think about the danger that seems to follow the child everywhere he goes.

You sit on a bench a few meters away from the Mandalorian, lost in thought as you watch the children play. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow across the landscape. You sigh contentedly, feeling a sense of peace at this moment.

Meanwhile, the Mandalorian is sitting alone at a table, his helmet resting beside him. He watches the children with a soft expression, savoring the moment. As he eats, his gaze drifts to you, sitting on the bench. He takes a deep breath, his thoughts turning to you.

Unbeknownst to you, the Mandalorian is watching you. His heart beats faster as he takes in your features, admiring your beauty from afar. He wonders what you're thinking about, what's going through your mind.

For a moment, he considers walking over to you, but he decides against it. He knows he can't reveal his face to you, and he doesn't want to risk exposing himself. So he remains where he is, silently watching you and the children play.

You, on the other hand, remain lost in thought, unaware of the Mandalorian's gaze upon you. You take a deep breath, feeling content and at ease in this moment of peace and quiet.

As evening falls, you, Cara, and the Mandalorian swiftly track down and analyze the trail left by the raiders. Little did you know, the Mandalorian's keen senses were also keeping tabs on your every move. He switches to his infrared vision and presses a few buttons on his left bracer, “About 15 or 20 of them came through here on foot. And something big sheared off those branches,” he observes, pointing to the missing chunks of the tree.

You and Cara follow the Mandalorian closely, unaware that his eyes are also scanning your form from a distance. Suddenly, he stops in his tracks, causing you and Cara to look up and see a huge print on the ground. “AT-ST,” he declares, and you curse softly under your breath, realizing the gravity of the situation.

The Mandalorian's voice breaks through your thoughts, “Imperial walker. What's it doing here?” Cara shakes her head, unsure, “I don't know. But this is more than I signed up for.” As you look ahead, you witness the aftermath of the walker's destruction - a vast clearing of trees completely demolished and torn down. You're completely speechless, and a sense of dread settles in as you realize the danger you're all facing.

You make your way back to the village, feeling the weight of the impending news you have to deliver. Mando calls for a town meeting to announce the situation, and you stand in front of the crowd. He begins, “Bad news. You can't live here anymore.”

The murmurs of questions and concern immediately fill the air, and you look at the Mandalorian in disbelief, though you had expected worse. “Nice bedside manner,” Cara comments, causing Mando to retort, “You think you can do better?” She shrugs, “Can't do much worse.”

Cara steps up, raising her voice so the farmers can hear her, “I know this is not the news you wanted to hear, but there are no other options.” Mando moves to lean on the wall behind him, holding his left arm with his right hand, and quietly observing the people around him.

A farmer reminds them, “You took the job.” To which Cara replies, “That was before we knew about the AT-ST.” Another asks, “What is that?”

Cara looks at them pointedly, “The armored walker with two enormous guns that you knew about and didn't tell us.”

Protests immediately erupt as they beg for your help. Eventually, Omera speaks up and pleads, “Please. We have nowhere to go.” Cara chirpily replies, “Sure you do. This is a big planet. I mean, I've seen a lot smaller.”

One of the farmers responds, saying that his grandfather seeded the ponds, and his companion adds that it took them generations to build this village. Cara nods, “I understand. I do. But there are only three of us.” To which one of them replies, “No, there's not. There's at least 20 here.”

Cara shakes her head, “I mean fighters. Be realistic.”

As the farmers plead and Cara stresses the impossibility of fighting the AT-ST, you feel overwhelmed by the multitude of emotions emanating from the crowd. Fear, desperation, anger, hopelessness, and determination all blend together, causing your powers to spiral out of control. You try to focus on breathing and grounding yourself, but the colors in your vision continue to scatter, blurring your sight.

You lean against the wall for support, trying to steady yourself. The room feels like it's closing in on you, and you can't help but feel the weight of the situation. The farmers have built their lives and livelihoods in this village, and they have nowhere else to go. It's up to you and your companions to find a solution, but the odds are stacked against you.

As the tension in the room escalates, the Mandalorian surprises everyone by speaking up. His words hang in the air, daring the villagers to consider the impossible. You can't help but feel a glimpse of hope as he says, “Unless we show them how.”

As the Mandalorian begins to teach the farmers how to fight and shoot, you step away from the group, needing a moment to collect your thoughts. The air around you is thick with tension and uncertainty. You feel the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders.

You walk towards the edge of the village, away from the chaos and noise. The world around you is peaceful, yet melancholic. The sky is painted with hues of pink and orange, a reminder of the beauty that still exists amidst the chaos.

As you stand there, the wind brushes against your face, carrying with it the whispers of hope and despair. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to clear your mind of the overwhelming emotions.

You pick up a staff from nearby, feeling its weight in your hands. The sun beats down on you, casting a golden light that dances across the grass, and you take a deep breath, ready to practice.

You start with simple movements, twirling the staff in your hands, and feeling the wind whistle through the hollow center. As you continue, your movements become more fluid and more natural, and your mind quiets as your body takes over. You lose yourself in the dance of the staff, swishing it back and forth, striking against imaginary foes.

With each movement, you feel your muscles stretching, your body growing stronger. You can feel the power coursing through you, and you close your eyes, savoring the sensation. For a moment, the world falls away, and you are alone with your staff, in perfect harmony.

But as the sounds of the villagers practicing with their blasters and rifles reach your ears, you remember the urgency of the situation. You open your eyes, feeling more focused and determined than ever before. You take a deep breath and start practicing more elaborate moves, twirling the staff overhead, sliding it across the ground, and striking at invisible enemies.

You continue to practice until the sun begins to dip below the horizon, and the sky turns a deep shade of purple. Your body is slick with sweat, and your arms ache, but you feel invigorated. You know that with each movement, you are preparing yourself for the fight ahead, and you feel more confident than ever before.

As you make your way back to the barn, your heart beats with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Your hand reaches for the satchel, fingers fumbling as you open the flap. Inside, the lightsaber hilt gleams with a soft, pulsing light that seems to call out to you. You grasp it firmly, feeling the power of the Force course through your veins.

For a moment, you pause, taking in the weight of the weapon in your hand. This is what you have trained for, what you have waited for. You know that you will need to use it in the coming fight, and the thought fills you with both excitement and fear.

Finally, you pocket the hilt and emerge from the barn, scanning the crowd for Cara. When you spot her, she wastes no time briefing you on the plan. You listen intently, the words washing over you as you visualize the steps in your mind. Eventually, the two of you look for Mando, knowing it’s almost time to leave.

As the Mandalorian and Omera speak by the house, you couldn't help but notice the intimacy in their conversation. They stood so close, their faces mere inches apart, and their voices low and gentle. It made you wonder if you were good enough, if you could ever be as strong and capable as Mando, or as graceful and alluring as Omera.

You watched as Mando turned to leave, his helmeted head facing away from Omera. She lingered there, her eyes following his retreating figure with a mix of admiration and sadness. As you watched this scene, you felt a twinge of jealousy and inadequacy. It was as if you were an outsider looking in, a witness to a connection that you could never fully understand or be a part of.

Cara nods to him that they needed to leave. You walk away from them, towards where you were supposed to hide, not wanting them to see the sullen look on your face, needing to shake the feeling off and focus on the task at hand. The villagers were counting on all of you, and that’s not something you take lightly.

In the midst of the village's collective anticipation, time slows to a crawl. The sky above transforms into a particular hue, casting an otherworldly glow over the scene. You stand amidst the gathered villagers, a mixture of anxiety and determination knotting your insides. The atmosphere is charged with a blend of urgency and impending confrontation, the air heavy with a sense of destiny that you can't quite escape.

As the minutes tick by, the weight of the moment presses down on you. The instinct to seek shelter wars with the fierce readiness to stand your ground. Amidst this inner turmoil, a strange paralysis grips you momentarily, as if the very ground beneath you has rooted itself, making each step an arduous effort.

Then, in the distance, relief washes over you like a cool breeze as the figures of Mando and Cara emerge into view. Their forms dash towards the makeshift barricade that you and the villagers have constructed, a symbol of your collective resolve. Amidst the swirling emotions and the pulsating energy of the moment, Cara's voice pierces through, a beacon of command and assurance, “This is it. Once that thing steps into the pond, it's goin' down.”

From the distant heart of the forest, an eerie symphony of creaking trees accompanies each ponderous stride of the AT-ST, its colossal frame sending shivers through the earth itself. The very ground trembles beneath your feet, a testament to the immense power this machine wields. Amid the tension-soaked air, the mechanical titan's eyes, ablaze in a menacing red hue, fixate on your position. Cara's authoritative voice cuts through the unease, “Weapons ready.”

With a resolve that refuses to waver, the villagers heed her call, seizing their arms with a mixture of determination and fear. You grip your quarterstaff firmly, its cool surface a reassuring anchor in this storm of impending conflict. The rhythmic thuds grow louder, the impending doom drawing closer. Amidst the anxiety, the Mandalorian's voice, a steady murmur, reaches you, “Just a few more steps.”

Anticipation hangs heavy in the air, but just as the monstrous machine teeters on the brink of submerging into the pond, a sudden, jarring halt freezes its movement. A collective breath catches as hope and dismay collide. “It stopped,” Cara's voice rings out, the disappointment palpable, and you can't help but release a quiet curse of frustration.

The AT-ST's ominous features illuminate as its piercing lights cut through the encroaching darkness. In response, Mando's stern command ripples through the group, “Get down. Get down.”

A burst of violence shatters the relative calm. A fiery blast erupts from the AT-ST, obliterating a nearby house into a shower of debris and destruction. Omera's anguished cry pierces through the chaos, “Caben. Stay there!”

“Hold your positions!” Cara commands and you await the oncoming chaos.

A beat passes and you spot the klantooinians raiders charging through the fields and you hear Cara shout, “Open fire.”

Amidst the chaotic symphony of blasters roaring and explosions resounding, your thoughts keep returning to the Child and the other children, tucked away in a hut for safety. The clamor of battle seems almost distant compared to the nagging worry that gnaws at your core. But suddenly, a chorus of voices rises in unison, snapping you back to the present turmoil.

Mando and Cara remain engrossed in the fierce firefight, their blasters blazing as they relentlessly confront the marauding raiders. You bide your time, observing the ebb and flow of the battle, waiting for the opportune moment to make your move. “We gotta get that thing to step forward,” Mando's words cut through the din, met with a silent nod of agreement from you. Cara's response follows suit, determination etching her features, “I'm thinking.”

Your gaze shifts from the AT-ST to the gap that separates it from the pond, then back to the determined figures of Mando, Cara, and the villagers, united in their struggle to defend their homes and lives. They're fighting against the odds, wielding resilience in the face of adversity. It's a hand they didn't choose, yet they're attempting to rewrite the cruel script forced upon them.

With a determined exhale, you voice your plan, “Well, I’ve got one. Cover me.”

Mando's urgent cry pierces the battlefield, “Wait!” But your feet are already in motion, pounding towards the imposing AT-ST. Klatooinians attempt to thwart your advance, but your actions are driven by purpose. The AT-ST's mechanical gaze fixes upon you, unleashing a barrage of blaster fire. Swiftly, you deflect the first onslaught with your staff, the sheer force of it causing the weapon to fracture.

Disregarding the broken staff, you retrieve the hilt of your saber from your side. A single motion ignites the weapon, its vibrant hum slicing through the tumultuous air. A momentary hush descends upon the battlefield as the radiant purple glow pierces the darkness, a beacon of your will amid uncertainty.

Seizing the moment, you propel your legs into swift motion, closing the distance between you and the towering AT-ST with resolute determination. The machine responds with a rapid barrage of blaster fire, its crimson bolts lancing through the air toward you. But your reflexes are honed, your connection with the Force guiding your every move. The blaster bolts meet their match in your deft saber strikes, the vibrant blade intercepting and redirecting the onslaught with precision. One of your well-aimed deflections strikes true, the blaster bolt rebounding off the reflective surface and impacting the window of the AT-ST. An immediate burst of flames engulfs the interior, setting the machine's innards ablaze.

Closing in on the colossal mechanical menace, you keep your focus sharp. Your fingers clasp the hilt of your saber with unwavering determination, the hum of its energy reverberating through your hands. A fierce battle cry escapes your lips as you direct the blade toward one of the legs of the AT-ST. The searing edge of your lightsaber bites into the metal, and with a surge of strength channeled from within, you cleave through the mechanical sinews that keep the monstrosity upright. The air sings with the screech of metal yielding to your power, and as your blade severs the last connection.

Amidst a chorus of groans and creaks, the colossal machine succumbs to its own weight, a symphony of destruction that heralds triumph within the tumultuous disarray. The very ground shudders beneath the force of its fall as it crashes into the abyss of the deep trench. Unexpectedly, the Mandalorian surges forward, a grav charge in hand, and drives it into the heart of the walker's chassis. The device emits a beeping signal, and then he seizes your hand, urgency driving his movements as he pulls you with him. Together, you plunge into the pond's embrace, immersing yourselves in the watery depths just before the AT-ST succumbs to the explosion that fractures it into fragments.

Stripped of their mechanical support, the Klatooinian raiders who remain flee into the shadows of the forest, their bravado shattered in the wake of defeat. Around you, the villagers erupt in exultation, triumphant cheers filling the air like a melodic affirmation of the strength they've discovered within themselves.

In the watery sanctuary, your breaths come in ragged gasps, echoes of the fierce battle still resounding within you. A wave of exhaustion washes over you, the weight of the fight making itself known. Yet, a tender touch upon your cheek stirs you from your fatigue-induced daze. You turn to find his gaze upon you through the opaque visor, and beneath its cold exterior, you sense something unexpected—a question, an unspoken curiosity, an almost vulnerable inquiry.

His voice, normally so brusque, is a gentle breeze against your senses as he inquires, “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

His words hang in the air, an invitation to open up, to be real, to let him in. For a moment, you're paralyzed, the fear of being truly seen like a tangible thing. Your lips part, the urge to speak rising, but the words remain trapped, caught between the weight of vulnerability and the yearning to connect.

Yet, he doesn't seem to need your words. His hand, clad in smooth leather, finds yours in a firm yet gentle grip. The touch, the connection, is a promise that whatever unspoken truths linger will find their way into the light. And for now, as your fingers interlace, you both find solace in shared victory, the unspoken understanding between you more profound than any words could convey.

SEVERAL WEEKS LATER…

SORGAN, THE VILLAGE, 9ABY, – AFTERNOON

"Wow, that's so cool!"

"Are you a Jedi?"

"Can we see the lightsaber again, please?"

With the dawn's gentle embrace, the village emerged from slumber, and before Mando even stirred, you found yourself encircled by a swarm of eager young faces. Tiny hands reached for yours, their chorus of pleas and questions creating a symphony of innocent curiosity despite the weeks that have gone by of answering their queries.

In their midst, you shared stories and secrets, laughter and gasps of amazement, as their wide eyes absorbed your every word while you held the child. It was a long night's rest that had rejuvenated your spirit, and stepping outside the hut, you became an instant magnet for the village's exuberant youth.

Through the playful haze, you caught sight of Cara, Omera, and Mando engaged in conversation by the hut. His helmet's visage glinted like a sentinel beneath the sun's warm embrace, his figure a silent sentinel stationed against the wall. Amidst the cacophony of youthful delight, you juggled their queries with practiced ease, attempting to distill the complex realities of your experiences into tales they could grasp.

As you spun your narratives, the sunlight painted glimmers upon your skin, and your peripheral senses detected a familiar gleam. A glint of Mando's helmet, a silent yet potent presence observing from a distance, stirred your awareness. Amidst the ceaseless laughter and relentless inquisition, your gaze inadvertently gravitated toward the corner of the village square, drawn by an unspoken connection that lingered between you and the Mandalorian.

Omera emerges from the hut's threshold, her gaze pivoting to Mando as she inquires softly, "Can I set you something in the house?"

He pauses for a moment before answering, "Uh, thank you. Maybe later."

A subtle smile graces Omera's lips as her attention shifts to you and the child. "She and the kid are very happy here," she observes, an undercurrent of warmth threading through her words.

Mando's response carries a quiet affirmation, "They are."

Omera's smile widens, and her raised eyebrows convey an unspoken sentiment. "Fits right in."

Meanwhile, Cara, the no-nonsense warrior, interjects with her characteristic bluntness, her voice carrying a mix of skepticism and curiosity, "So, what happens if you take that thing off? They come after you and kill you?"

Mando offers a succinct reply, his tone unchanging behind the helmet, "No. You just can't ever put it back on again."

Cara's retort is laced with a wry grin, "That's it? So you can slip off the helmet, settle down with that beautiful young Jedi, and raise your kid sitting here, sipping spotchka?"

His visor-hidden gaze narrows thoughtfully, a silent response that hints at a complexity he's unwilling to divulge. The beat of silence stretches before he speaks again, changing the subject, "You know, we raised some hell here a few weeks back. It's too much action for a backwater town like this. Word travels fast. We might wanna cycle the charts and move on."

Cara's gaze flicks between you, the child, and Mando, a sardonic edge to her tone, "Would not wanna be the one who's gotta tell them."

Mando's statement carries a mixture of conviction and conflicted sentiment as if he's wrestling with his own decision. "I'm leaving him here. Both of them. Traveling with me, that's no life for a kid. I did my job, he's safe. They have a better chance at having a life."

As Mando's resolve wavers under the weight of his choice, Cara offers a sage observation, taking a sip of her spotchka, "It's gonna break their hearts."

Seeking perhaps to steel himself against the impending heartache, Mando responds with a hint of resignation, "They'll get over it. We all do."

A sudden, familiar weight settles in your chest, like the ominous gathering of storm clouds on the horizon. It sends shivers of unease coursing through you, prompting a quick scan of the surroundings for Mando and Cara as if you could physically warn them of the disquiet simmering within you.

Standing up, you cast a glance back at the children, your young charges engrossed in their activities, oblivious to the turmoil now churning inside you. As if propelled by an invisible force, you start walking away from the innocence of their laughter, the gnawing sensation in your gut demanding your attention.

Only a few paces beyond the tranquil krill ponds, your gaze locks onto a scene that wrenches your heart anew. Omera and Mando stand together, distanced yet intimately close, their figures illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun. It's a tender tableau, one you were never meant to witness.

Omera's fingers curl around Mando's armor, a slow and deliberate gesture, as she begins to lift his helmet. You swiftly avert your eyes, the sting of tears threatening to surface. You pivot away from the scene, your steps leading you toward the child, an attempt to ground yourself in something pure amid the swirling emotions.

The weight in your chest intensifies an inexplicable heaviness that tugs at your soul. The tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, a mix of frustration and sorrow. You silently chide yourself for feeling this way – Mando was never yours, his heart and his choices his own. So why, against all reason, should you be caught in the clutches of this tumultuous emotion?

A sharp crack pierces the air, a blaster bolt splitting through the tranquility of the forest clearing not far from where you stand. In an instant, your protective instincts surge to life, igniting your lightsaber and positioning yourself in front of the child and the others. Panic ripples through the group of children, their cries a jarring contrast to the once-serene atmosphere.

Your focused gaze darts toward Omera, a swift nod exchanged between you, an unspoken understanding passing like a current. As she moves to shelter and reassure the children, you pivot on your heel, determination propelling you toward the source of the disturbance.

Emerging from the shadows, your lightsaber casting a determined glow, you encounter a scene of finality. Cara stands over the lifeless body of a Kubaz bounty hunter, blaster in hand, her expression a mixture of readiness and relief. The confrontation ended as swiftly as it began. The Mandalorian strides forward, his presence materializing at your side, the crisp sound of his boots on the forest floor.

A somber resonance fills the air as the lifeless form meets the forest floor, and Mando's sturdy boot nudges the body, revealing the insistent blinking of the tracking fob. The device emanates an eerie glow, a digital reminder of an unrelenting pursuit. Cara's voice slices through the weighty atmosphere, demanding answers amidst the tension.

Her inquiry hangs palpably in the air, the silent acknowledgment that danger remains close, relentless in its pursuit. Mando's response is terse yet laden with gravity, his words encapsulating the dire reality that they all now face.

As the gravity of the situation settles, Mando carefully places the tracking fob onto a weathered rock, a symbol of the imminent threat that looms over the child. The weight of the knowledge rests heavily upon them all, and Cara's astute observation underlines the inescapable truth that now binds them.

In the midst of the chilling realization, Mando's voice carries a resonance of acceptance, his words a stark recognition of the inevitability of the conflict to come. A flicker of resolve paints his expression, his gaze unwavering as he crushes the tracking fob beneath the heel of his boot. The sharp sound of the device's demise echoes in the forest, a defiant act of defiance against the relentless pursuit of those who seek to harm the innocent.

The sting of departure hung heavy in the air, a palpable ache that mirrored the heaviness in your chest as you methodically packed your belongings. The room you had called home for a brief moment seemed to resonate with memories, each corner a repository of emotions now interwoven with the essence of Sorgan.

Before stepping away from the threshold, your gaze swept over the room one final time, as if etching its image deep into your memory. The village buzzed with activity, the collective efforts of the villagers and Cara aiding the Mandalorian in loading his supplies onto a repulsorlift sled. In the midst of this orchestrated movement, you silently began to load your own belongings onto the sled, a quiet moment amidst the whirlwind of departure.

Cara's voice cut through the busy air, “Are you sure you don't want an escort?” His gratitude resonated in his reply, speaking with the same reserved sincerity that defined him, “I appreciate the offer, but we're gonna bypass the town and head right to the Razor Crest.”

“Until our paths cross,” Cara's words held a weight of camaraderie, her outstretched hand an emblem of the bonds forged during their time together. Mando's gloved hand met hers, a brief yet impactful connection, his own voice echoing her sentiment, “Until our paths cross.”

As the village seemed to gather around for their farewells, Omera's gratitude radiated as she approached Mando, words unspoken yet deeply felt. Beside her, Winta bid a heartfelt goodbye to the child, sealing the moment with an embrace that carried the purity of youthful affection. Her gaze then turned to you, arms wrapping around you in an embrace that spoke volumes of gratitude and the unspoken connections that had formed in this place.

With each step taken toward the waiting repulsorlift sled, the inevitability of departure weighed heavily upon you both. Seated side by side on the sled's back, the village began to fade from view as the repulsorlift carried you away. The faces of the villagers, once so vivid, slowly merged into the tapestry of your memories, their waves of farewell etched into your heart as you embarked on the next chapter of your journey.

Amidst the backdrop of transition, a simmering tension took residence between you and the Mandalorian. The weight of unspoken thoughts and emotions hung heavy in the air, cocooning your interactions in a heavy silence. A palpable shift in this silence marked your decision to finally address the unspoken, your voice carrying the weight of honesty, "You were going to leave me here with him, weren't you?" The words emerged, a tentative bridge between the chasm of thoughts that had separated you.

The Mandalorian's response was measured, spoken with a characteristic directness that defined him, "It isn't safe being with me." His words echoed, revealing a truth steeped in his understanding of the galaxy's harsh reality.

Your own response held a mixture of wry humor and vulnerability, a glimpse into your own perceptions, "I think I have you beat there." His tilted head met your words, an unspoken query that hung in the air, waiting for further elaboration.

The weight of unspoken revelations hovered, waiting for the right moment to find their way to the surface. Mando's voice cut through the charged atmosphere, measured yet laden with curiosity, "So you're a…"

The sentence hung unfinished, your heartbeat echoing loudly in your ears as you paused his words with your own, your admission cascading into the open, "I'm not... I’m not a Jedi. I never completed my trials, nor was I sworn in. I possessed the training, but I never reached the end." The quiver in your voice betrayed the underlying emotions, a turbulent sea beneath a fragile surface. "I didn't intend to keep this from you or lie. I… I was scared."

His head tilted, a gesture of silent acknowledgment, urging you to continue. "Scared of me," he interjected, his words more a statement of perception than a question.

With your gaze unwavering, you gently dismissed his assumption, the connection between your eyes and his visor palpable. "No, not of you," you affirmed, the confidence in your tone unwavering. "I was scared of losing you, of losing both you and the child." Your voice, though steady, carried the weight of a vulnerability you had kept hidden. "Nevarro offered refuge for me to escape and to serve, a sanctuary from a cryptic prophecy that remains uncertain. My intention was to help you, to protect the child. But I understand why you would have left me here with the kid. I wouldn't put it past you."

The air held a renewed tension as the unspoken reverberated in the stillness. It was then that you offered a choice, a path back, a way to erase the uncertainty, "I can still go… if you want me to." Your words carried a hint of apprehension, manifesting in the slight fidget of your fingers with your clothes. "You can just drop me off near the town and I can…"

The Mandalorian's swift response was a resolute negation, a declaration that shattered your expectations, "No."

His words hung in the air, a statement that caused your gaze to lock onto his, a mixture of surprise and anticipation coloring your expression. Your unspoken question trembled in the unspoken, and his next words were a simple, unwavering assurance, "You're not staying here."

The silent exchange spoke volumes, a shared understanding held in the unspoken spaces between your gazes. Time seemed to pause, a fleeting moment that held the promise of uncharted possibilities. "But I thought you…"

"I… I was wrong," he confessed, his admission fraught with a rare vulnerability. "I thought it was safe here, for you and the kid. So you can have a life… without me… but it seems as if… it's better for you to stay. I’d like you to stay."

His words hung in the air, a poignant acknowledgment of the complexity of his decisions. You blinked, your thoughts a maelstrom of emotions you struggled to articulate. The Mandalorian cleared his throat, a subtle gesture that preceded his unexpected twist, "Besides, I need help with the little womp rat."

Your reaction was instinctive, a smile that tugged at your lips and a laugh that bubbled from within. Unbeknownst to you, your laughter held a transformative power, stirring something within the Mandalorian that had long lain dormant.

As your head tilted back and your laughter filled the space between you, the Mandalorian watched a silent observer of the joy your presence brought. In that ephemeral moment, something shifted within him, a recognition that the bond forming between you was unlike anything he had ever known. And as he witnessed your smile and heard your laughter, a seed was planted - a seed that hinted at a future where, amidst the galaxy's uncertainties, there could still be space for connection and a lifeless solitary.

END NOTES:

The bitch is back on that Pedro Pascal fic writing grind. IDK IF THE PACING IS PACING PROPERLY??? I THINK IT IS?? I DUNNO?? I second-guess myself all the time when I’m writing. Also sometimes it’s as if I black out and wake up with over 10k words and I’m like– alr that makes sense to me! OK BYE IMMA WRITE CHAPTER THREE NOW MWA MWA!

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House Party (Pedro Pascal)

House Party

Fluff and Smut Warning

*Minors DNI*

>>Trigger Warnings: (let me know if I missed any)

Use of y/n, mentions of anxiety as well as anxiety attacks, mentions of PTSD as well as PTSD episode, mention of abuse, mention of childhood trauma, mentions of working, name calling, down talking, bad parental relationship, antisocial personality, introvert, mentions of songs (if you don’t like that), fluff is heavily implied, smut, oral f receiving, fingering, raw, unprotected sex, use of pronouns (he,she,they,them)(respecting a person's pronouns is something I believe in), multiple characters, adult living at home, rough family life, age-gap, loss of a parent, alcohol, drinking, flashbacks, spanking (abuse), choking (abuse), time jumps (hours not days), dry humping in the form of grinding

How to read (if you need this):

If you want to enjoy the whole thing. Thank you very much.

If you need guidance on what to skip here it goes:

Flashback is what includes the details of the abuse. This is labeled at *flashback* you can skip this part it is not completely necessary to like the story.

If you came here purely for the smut/fluff then I got you. It is at the very bottom labeled Smut. Thank you in advance.

If you have suggestions please dm me or leave me a comment with your requests.

WC: 8,678

y/n's Pov:

It's been too long of a day. I am looking forward to going home and just relaxing. It's about to clock out and go home and relax. I can't stand having to work in an office anymore. I miss working from home. Ever since this company required us to come back into the office half of the staff quit and that includes the only friend I had here so it's even more dreadful than before.

*Buzz Buzz Buzz *

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I took it out and unlocked it and looked at the message that popped up on the screen.

“Hey, I met up with some old friends today and they had some people with them. I’m giving you a heads up that people will be over at the house. When you get home you don’t have to entertain anyone if you want to just hide in your room like you normally do. Or if you don’t want to come home that’s fine too. I’m just trying to let you know.” I read the message from my dad, and I sighed. It sucked being 26 and still living with my dad. Another message flashed across the screen.

“Also, your cousins are here too. I know you guys don’t get along all the time so please just try and be nice if you decide to come home and socialize. I know how unlikely that us but please again just try and be nice.” The message from my dad said.

Son of a bitch. I know what he is getting at. I know he would rather I attempt to socialize but, all I want to do is take a shower and go into my room and get my coursework done and go to bed. Hell, I would even just love to be able to write a couple chapters in my book before I go to bed but, I don’t think that is going to happen. This fucking sucks.

I locked my phone and put it back into my pocket and clocked out on my computer and took my headset off. I shut my computer down and made sure it was locked before opening my desk drawer and grabbing my keys and wallet. I don’t like purses they are too bulky, and they stop you at security to search through it. I don’t want to wait fifteen minutes for them to look through it and discover if I am on my period or not. I closed the drawer and stood up and stretched trying to pop my back.

“You heading out?” My boss asked.

“Yes, I was on my way out. Anything you need?” I asked.

“I was wondering if you wanted tomorrow off? Make it a three-day weekend for you.” He asked. I really need the money, but I know him. This really isn’t an option.

“Yeah, I guess that’s fine. I would rather work but, if labor is high, I guess I don’t mind.” I said and he smiled.

“Thanks for understanding and being a team player. I really appreciate you not giving me a hard time. You have any plans for the weekend?” He asked.

“No, I don’t think so. Just about to go home and be bombarded by family and their friends. I’m trying to avoid that but, I don’t know how I am going to manage that.” I said and smiled.

“Oh well I do hope you have a good night and a wonderful weekend.” He said and I smiled.

“Thank you and you as well.” I said and watched him walk away. I made my way out of the building and to my 2018 Honda civic. It was a nice car, but I really had my eye on an old-style car. I have been trying to save up not just a house but a 1947 Chevrolet fleet master. It has been my dream car since I was six. I took my phone out of my pocket and connected my phone to Bluetooth. I opened Spotify and started to play beautiful crazy by Luke combs and started to sing along. I put my phone in the cup holder and started making my way home.

I’m trying to kill as much time as possible before going home and trying to wait out the people there, so I decided to swing by the drive thru at Filiberto's and grab something to eat. I made my way there and it was a forty-minute drive before I got to the one by my house. By the time I made it to the speaker u was jamming out to I’m not a vampire by falling in reverse and had to turn it down.

“Thank you for choosing Filiberto's what can I get for you today?” the person on the other end of the speaker asked.

“I would like the spicy Pollo fries and a large drinks pepper please.” I said.

“Anything else today?” they asked.

“No that’s it thank you.”

“I will have your total for you at the window.” They said.

“Thank you.” I said and pulled forward. It was weird that the drive thru was completely empty. They normally have a pretty decent line, but I guess it’s just not that time tonight. I pulled forward up to the window and pulled my wallet out of the Center console. I pulled my debit card out and waited for the worker to open the drive-thru window.

" Hello, the total is $ 18.98 " The worker said. I handed them my card and smiled. They closed the window and swiped my card and opened the window back up. They handed me my card and the receipt. They then handed me my drink and then the food. They closed the window without saying another word and I drove away.

I made the rest of the drive home using the backroads because it even though was going to take a shorter amount of time was ultimately the better choice if I wanted to eat it while it was hot. Twenty minutes later while jamming out to Fuck her gently by Tenacious D while it's blaring, I pulled into the driveway of the house. I looked around and noticed the number of cars that were here, and it was a lot. Not just that but a couple of them were ridiculously overpriced cars. One being an Audi and the other being a Mercedes. I knew who the Tahoe belonged to but, there was also a 2004 Volvo here. There were two ford trucks and a chevy. There are far too many people here for me to get in unnoticed. I wonder if I left my window open.

I left my car and the door open and made my way over to my window. I pushed on it slightly and it opened up. Fuck yeah! I will just crawl through my window. Thankfully my sister leaves chairs in her barn so I went and grabbed one and set it next to my window. I walked back to my car and turned it off and grabbed my wallet and phone. I walked back over to my window and threw them onto my bed. I went back to my car and grabbed my drink and food. I closed my car door and made it to the chair in front of my window when I heard my front door open and saw someone and before I was able to get through the window, they made eye contact with me. Well, this is awkward.

“I swear I live here but, based on the amount if vehicles there are way too many people here for my comfort level.” I said breaking the weird eye contact.

“Okay. I guess I understand that.” They said.

Wait, they look a bit familiar. Where do I know them from? I set my drink and food down on the end table just beside my bed and started crawling through before their head popped up just outside my window when I turned to close it.

“Can I join you in a minute? It is a bit over stimulating in there and I just need somewhere to calm down. I promise I won’t bother you nor will I rat you out for sneaking past everyone.” They laughed.

Wait, is that Bella Ramsey? That’s why they look familiar. I watched the last of us a couple of months ago. What the hell were they doing here?

“Uh yeah I guess that’s fine.” I said and made my way off the bed and made room for them to get inside. Bella crawled through and immediately took notice of the style of my room. There was greenery everywhere. My curtains were green, bed sheets were green, comforter was white and so was my rug. The dresser was white, books were everywhere and my accent chair facing the bed was green as well. I had gold picture frames hanging up and a wax burner on, but it was a gold skeleton or appeared gold when it was on.

“Wow. You really like the color green. It actually looks really nice in here.” They said.

“Thank you.” I said. They got off the bed and stood next to me on the floor. I reached behind my bed and closed the window.

“Where does your bedroom door lead out to exactly?” Bella asked.

“Directly into the hallway. I am pretty close to the bathroom if you needed to go to the bathroom but, it’s also directly next to the living room where the front door is.” I said.

“Okay awesome. I just want to make sure in case I need someone.” They said.

“Okay. May I ask what you are doing here? Also, hi my name is y/n.” I asked.

“Oh, yeah well nice to meet you y/n. I am here because my coworker and best friend is a mutual friend of Dani and I guess his girlfriend is your cousin Taylor. We were visiting him, and your cousin mentioned having to come out here to let everyone meet her new baby and well since we were here, she had us tag along. Then Dani invited your other cousin Seth since he was in town who also invited his friend Tommy who then invited Joseph and I guess more of your family’s friends showed up and somehow this turned into a party and then your dad’s best friend came over with a ton of beer and your next-door neighbor came over. He kind of looks like a gnome. Sorry I babble when I get anxious or nervous.” Bella said.

“Now when you say my dad’s friends are here and the neighbor that looks like a gnome, I imagine they ordered pizza then or got tacos from jack in the box?” I asked.

“Actually, they got both. I heard your dad say that he was going to call, and have you pick them up, but Pedro offered to go and get them with Sarah and since I was in the bathroom, they left without me, which is what led me to bumping into you. They took Sarah’s car and haven’t come back yet.” Oh my gosh. This is insane. How is this even possible?

“Sarah?” I asked.

“Yeah, his best friend Sarah Paulson.” Bella said.

“Oh my god. I love her. She is amazing. Sorry I’m going to try and calm myself down a bit. I am a fan of yours as well, but I have been a fan of hers since I was a kid.” I said.

Bella’s phone went off and they unlocked it and answered the phone.

“Yeah, well y/n came home, and I went outside to get a breath of fresh air. I caught her sneaking into her room through the window and well I just kind of invited myself into her room and thankfully she welcomed me. It’s actually quite nice in here.

Yeah well, it’s the door with the code lock on it at the end of the hallway. Don’t tell her family she is home. She mentioned there are too many people here for her as well. Plus, she is eating.

Yeah, well hold on let me ask first.” Bella said and turned to face me.

“Would it be alright if Pedro came in here too? Sarah had to leave pretty much right after dropping the food off and now he is feeling a bit alone.”

“Yeah of course as long as no one has noticed he is coming to my room. I don’t expect him to come through the window.” I laughed. Oh god this is happening. This is how I am meeting my celebrity crush.

“Actually, can he wait a moment? I would really like to get changed out of my work clothes before running into anyone else or having anyone else in my room.” I asked.

“Yeah of course. Here let me give you some privacy.” Bella mentioned.

“It's fine you can stay if you want, I’m not really uncomfortable with it but if it would make you uncomfortable then okay.” I said and Bella smiled.

“Alright well I promise I won’t look then.” Bella mentioned. They turned around to make sure they weren’t pointed towards the closet, which made me smile. I opened my closet door and pulled my shirt off and pulled my bra off. I put on a black T-shirt and then took my pants off and put on my Rick and Morty shorts. I put my dirty clothes into the hamper and kicked off my shoes and put them on the shoe rack. I closed the closet and sprayed on some perfume before opening the door after hearing a small knock. I almost melted as soon as I saw his brown eyes. I stepped aside to let him in and closed the door before anyone noticed I opened it. He had brought himself and Bella food from Jack in the box and handed them a drink.

“Is it alright to eat on your bed?” Bella asked as I sat my food on my lap and opened it up.

“No not at all.” I smiled. I know they aren’t used to my sarcasm, but it was quickly picked up on laughed at. I took a bite of my food and grabbed my remote off the floor. I turned my TV on and looked over at them.

“Do either of you have a preference on what you want to watch?” I asked really hoping neither of them suggested anything.

“No, no preference we are open to whatever.” They both said.

“Alright cool.” I said and put on Hell's Kitchen. This has quickly become my favorite thing to watch while eating. I try not to eat in my room too often but for the moment it’s for the best.

“Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m y/n welcome to my room. I don’t let everyone in but Bella caught me at the right moment and well I get the same feelings they do when becoming overwhelmed so I couldn’t just brush them away. Sorry if this isn’t your favorite show, I’m just used to watching this while I eat.” I said and never averted my eyes from the TV. He was much better looking in person. He looked amazing in the pictures but still he was a dream boat in person.

"Nice to officially meet you. Your dad has mentioned a lot about you." Pedro said while not looking towards me. He already didn't seem very fond of me but if he is telling the truth and my dad has talked about me then I have a pretty good idea Why. My dad never has anything good or nice to say about me. He tells everyone with ears that I do nothing and mooch off him. That I don't clean or cook or pay rent and that I am a bitch towards him so of course he wouldn't like me if that's all he has heard.

I couldn't help how in my head I was, so I put my fork down and pushed my food away. Bella noticed right away and tried not to bring it up.

“Are you done? was it not good?" Bella asked.

"Yeah, I am done, it's fine. I am just full. If you want, you can have it. I know Jack in the box is sometimes unsatisfying. " I said and that made them smile.

"Thank You.” Bella said and put the sandwich in the bag and pulled my food in front of them and started eating it.

"Oh my gosh you aren't joking these are pretty good. Thank you again." Bella said.

"Do you know your father speaks ill of you to people?" They asked.

"Yes, I do. None of its true. I am the only One that does any of the cleaning and cooking. I am also the only one providing groceries for the house. As well as I do pay rent. Quite honestly I pay an unfair amount." I said. I wrapped my right arm in front of my stomach because it started to hurt.

"If that is true, why does he tell people that? I mean do you have proof he is lying to everyone?" Pedro asked.

I grabbed my phone and unlocked it. I pulled up my bank account and opened up the statements. I put my phone in front of him and he could see most of my transactions went to a different account and those transactions were called rent. He handed the phone back to me and I switched over to the Walmart app and pulled up the purchase history and showed him the history where once and sometimes two times a week I do the grocery shopping and go and pick it up. Then when he handed it back, I opened up the text messages between my dad and I where he is thanking me for cleaning and cooking. That he appreciates that I have taken the responsibility of picking up after everyone even though I shouldn’t have to. He handed my phone back to me with a hint of disgust on his face.

“Why don’t you stand up to him?” Pedro asked.

“Because I have tried, and he has threatened to throw me out. I can’t afford to be thrown out right now. I’m waiting to have enough for a down-payment on a house and once that has been made then I can leave. I won’t have to look back at that point. I am on track financially that I should be able to put a down payment in about a month on a modular home that I just love.” I said with a smile.

“Oh well that’s good. When you say not look back are you implying you won’t be coming to his house anymore or?” He asked.

“That’s exactly what I’m implying. I don’t deserve that he is lying to people about me. I don’t need the fake apologies that he offers. I also have known for a long time that him and my sister actually don’t like me, and my mom is dead and can’t stick up for me so that’s what I will be doing. They don’t treat me like family so then I won’t be their family anymore.” I said smiling but, internally that hurt. Emotionally I am pretty numb but, the kid that always wanted to be loved never felt that love from anyone. I was alone. I am always alone. I don’t have friends and I don’t have family. It sucks but it is what it is.

“Well, I am sorry that you have gone well I guess are going through that. No one deserves that.” Pedro said and his demeanor shifted towards me. He didn’t seem angry or that he didn’t like me so much anymore. I locked my phone and put it back on the side table.

“Just curious what’s up with that lock on your door?” He asked.

“I don’t like them getting into my room when I’m not here so now they have to have a password to get in or my fingerprint. They also try to come in when I’m asleep to take stuff that is mine so again the lock is there, so I feel secure.” I said. I took my eyes off the TV and looked at him, noticing he was looking at me and so was Bella.

We all stopped when we heard knocking on the door.

“Hey, is anyone in here?” My dad’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, Bella and I are in here. I hope that’s okay.” Pedro stood up and opened the door while I put myself off to the far side of the room so my dad couldn’t see me.

“Yeah, that’s fine. So, y/n’s cousin’s boyfriend mentioned that you didn’t have a place to stay. I don’t think she is coming home tonight she is probably out being a tramp. Anyway, you both can stay here if you want. The room next to this one is a guest room you just would have to put the bed together as well that way you don’t have to share.” My dad slurred out. Fuck he has been drinking.

“Oh, uhm thanks yeah that would be great.” Pedro said. My dad walked away, and Pedro closed the door. With him drunk like that I went into an anxiety attack. The last time he was drunk he lunged at me and punched me in the stomach and face. Fuck. I don’t want to be here. I started to hyperventilate and sat on the ground. I folded into myself holding onto my legs and pushed myself up against the wall. I put my head on my knees and just started to cry. I never made sound when I cried anymore but it was just sudden, and they didn’t realize I was having an anxiety attack for a moment. After a minute Pedro was quick to realize what was happening and walked over to me and sat down next to me.

“I’m going to hug you, okay?” He said and with no objection he embraced me and squeezed a little.

“It’s going to be okay. He is gone. He has walked away. Your door is closed, and it has locked again. He is gone and he can’t come in on his own. It’s okay. You are going to be okay.” He squeezed me a little more. The pressure was reassuring but, the words are what brought me to stop the tears. I opened my eyes again and realized I was against the wall. I closed my eyes again and took a deep breath.

~flashback~ (trigger warning heavy abuse mentioned)

“You should have just washed the fucking dish I put in the sink. Such a stupid bitch!” my dad yelled at me. He started to lunge for me.

“No please I’m sorry I will wash it. Please dad, I am sorry. Please I will wash it. Please don’t hit me.” I pleaded with him, but it fell on deaf ears.

“Too fucking late. You had your chance.” He continued to lunge for me until I was backed into a corner, and he slapped me across the face. I started to cry loudly because of the pain that stung my face from his slap. I felt a sharp pain on my head, and he grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him.

“Next time just do what I fucking asked. I shouldn’t have to ask twice!” He screamed into my face and dragged me by my hair to my room. He threw me onto the trundle bed and walked out of my room. He shut the door and locked it behind him. I know he isn’t done. He never is. I heard cabinets open, and slam shut. A few minutes later I heard his footsteps come towards my room. I just need to hide. That’s all. If I can hide, I will escape the wrath. I quietly got off my bed and quietly opened my closet door and hid under my desk behind a box I had in front of it and the boxes next to it should have hidden me pretty well. The clothes that fall on top and over it should aid my escape. I closed my mouth and clamped my hand over it attempting to silence my cries completely as I heard my bedroom door open.

“I know you are in here I locked the door.” He said.

“You can come out and get it over with or if I have to find you and drag you out it is going to be worse.” I heard him crack his belt. No please. I don’t want to be hit anymore.

“You have until the count of three!” I don’t think he would look for me. I think he is trying to purposely make me come out.

“ONE!” He started to shout. I made no movement.

“TWO!” He shouted again. Oh god. Am I making a mistake?

“THREE! You are going to wish you had just come out!” He immediately walked over to my bed and pulled out the second mattress expecting me to have hidden there. He walked over to the closet ripping the door I wasn’t at and punching the clothes hard. He slammed that door shut and opened the door almost directly in front of me making the same motions of hitting all the clothes. He started to pull at the box in front of me. No please no. Don’t. He is going to see me. Please.

“I found you!” He said. He grabbed my ankle and dragged me out of the Closet.

“Dad please stop! Dad please. I’m sorry. I will go wash it. I swear I’m sorry please.” I cried with snot now bubbling out of my nose.

He dragged me over to my bed and sat down with his belt still firm in his hand. I kept moving. I didn’t want to stay still for him to spank me with the belt.

“Stop moving or I am just going to swing and where it lands is where you will get spanked!” He screamed at me. I didn’t listen and kept moving until I felt a hard crack on my back that halted my movements. I felt another crack against my back and then another one. He laid five cracks of the belt on my back and when I fell onto the ground and cried it annoyed him more. He lifted me back up by my hair and threw me onto the bed and wrapped his hands around my neck. He started to squeeze it and I wasn’t able to catch my breath or breathe. I felt all hope escape me before I blacked out on my bed. I felt him finally release my neck before completely losing consciousness.

~End of Flashback~

The tears were persistent. They were back and strong. I sniffled to try to quiet myself again and the squeezing was no longer effective. I was in full blown panic.

“Please no. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I’ll do it. Please don’t hit me again. Please!” I said never looking at who was hugging me. My PTSD was happening strongly. I wasn’t going to get better at my dad’s house. I just need two more paychecks and then they will accept my work history for the down payment. I have practically enough, and my credit isn’t shit so I should be fine.

“It is okay. Nothing like that is going to happen with people in the house, okay? Come back. Whatever you are seeing is not happening right now, okay? Come back.” He said, whispering it against my ear as he hugged tighter. I felt the pressure and it began to release. Bella and Pedro heard a scratching at the door and Bella stood up and let the animal scratching at it in. It was a dachshund dog. He had dark brown and light brown spots, and he was mine. I named him Cow and if you Moo'd at him he barked and jumped on you. Little cow ran over to me and muzzled his nose against me until I put my legs down and he jumped into my lap. I started to pet him and between the hug and him I was able to snap out of the flashback. I opened my eyes and I no longer felt like I was stuck in my old purple room. I was back in my room with white walls and a bunch of green and gold decorations. I had someone’s strong muscular arms around me and I looked up and saw Bella staring down at me with watery eyes.

“What happened to you?” They asked.

“Let’s not get into that right now. Right now, y/n needs to think of anything else. Obviously, something bad happened and he did it because she was fine up until that point. For right now though let’s put a movie on, meet the puppy and help y/n calm down, okay?” Pedro said before I could say anything.

“Thank you.” That was all I was able to say. I felt him release his arms from around me and I just wanted to cry again but I stopped myself. I didn’t need them to see me cry anymore. He stood up and lent me his hand to assist me in getting up. He pushed me towards the middle of the bed and with Bella on the other side he grabbed the remote and pushed Netflix.

“We are going to watch whatever is in your continue watching section. Outside of this I don’t know what you like so I’m going to not guess.” He said. He ended up putting Grey’s anatomy on because it was the only thing on the list thankfully. I just finished Narcos, so I knew it wasn’t going to be on it. Thank the lord that none of his movies were on that list. Talk about embarrassing. Granted having an anxiety attack that shifted into a ptsd episode and crying was definitely embarrassing. He wrapped his arms around me again and Bella followed suit. Cow was on top of my lap and with all the pressure on me plus my best fur friend I ended up falling asleep in about ten minutes.

❤️Two hours later❤️

I woke up in a sweat. Why is it so hot? I felt an arm around me, and I froze. Who was in my bed?

I looked at the person who was wrapped around me and it was Pedro. Oh, that’s right but where is Bella? Fuck I need to pee. I slowly and quietly slipped out from under his arm and got up. I made my way to the bathroom and did my business. I walked to the guest room peeking in and seeing Bella asleep in there. Okay cool. They stayed too. I really am thankful they were here to help me through it. I walked into my room and quickly realized none of my fans were on. That’s why it is so hot. I turned on my ceiling fan and then the two fans pointed towards my bed. I walked back over to the opposite side of where I usually sleep since Pedro was on it and laid back down. I felt his arm snake around me again and I smiled, and a blush crept on my face.

“Are you okay?” He mumbled. Maybe he is sleep talking.

“Y/n are you okay?” He asked again. Definitely not sleep talking then.

“Yes, I am fine go back to sleep.” I said. He pulled himself closer to me and pulled me to face him.

“Are you sure? Did something happen?” He asked this time looking at me with worried eyes.

“Nothing happened I woke up because I felt hot but then needed to go to the restroom. I promise I am fine thank you.” I said. He nodded and again pulled me closer to where my head was on his chest. I noticed he was sweating, and I pulled myself away from him.

“Are you warm?” I asked sitting up.

“Yeah but, it’s okay. I don’t have anything else to wear with me right now.” He said.

“Hold on.” I stood up and walked to my closet and opened it. I pulled out a pair of men’s medium shorts and another pair of men’s shorts but in a large. It kind of makes me smile that his choices with these are either Scooby-doo or Rick and Morty as well.

“One is a medium and the other is a large. Which ones do you want? I promise they are men’s basketball shorts.” I said and smiled.

“Either works honestly. Are you sure? Are these your boyfriends or something?” He asked. I laughed a bit.

“No boyfriend. They are mine. They are comfy for when I feel bloated or have some body dysmorphia. It happens more so now after the weight loss.” I said. I handed him the large ones and hung the medium ones back up. While I was turned around, he pulled his pants off and quickly put the shorts on.

“Would it be okay if I slept with my shirt off? I won’t if it makes you uncomfortable.” He asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I said trying not to think of him sexually at the moment but it’s not working. I turned back to face the bed and saw him take his shirt off and I noticed his muscles were defined but not entirely. I could sort of see an outline of his abs, but he still had enough cushion that it was hot. I mean muscle is too but oh my god he was hot. I laid back down peeling my eyes off him and faced towards my closet. I need to calm down. No way was he thinking of me like that.

“Like what you see?” He asked laughing.

“I’m sorry. I really am sorry.” I said feeling heat run to my face. I am happy I am facing my closet because I know I was beat red right now.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Get some rest okay?” Pedro said.

“You too.” I said before trying to settle my thoughts down. I felt him slowly and gently put his arm back around me. I scooted back to put my back against his chest. This is probably the best sleep of my life. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but I couldn’t. I felt his hot breath on my neck, and I felt goosebumps crawl onto my skin slowly. Fuck maybe if I faced him, I would be better off. I slowly turned to face him and nuzzled my head into his chest and took a deep breath. He smells so good. I can’t help but wonder what other parts of him felt like. Fuck go to sleep. Quit being a perv. It’s not okay. He is just being nice. He isn't going to be into me like that especially if he witnessed my anxiety attack with the tears. I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts and started to close my eyes. I am really tired.

❤️6 hours later❤️ (slight smut/fluff)

I kept feeling something poke me. It has officially woken me up but, I have refused to open my eyes. There is a chance I imagined everything last night and the person wrapped around me was a booty call.

I started to hear light moans in my ear. Fuck that's hot. I tightened my thighs as I started to feel my clit throb as I was getting turned on.

"Mhm fuck." I heard him whisper. I felt the grip he had on me tighten and then felt him grind on me.

"Fuck you feel so good." he moaned out.

Fuck I am getting so wet. Whoever he is dreaming about is lucky. He grinded against me again and feeling his bulge poke against me made me gasp and open my eyes. I lifted up the blanket and looked down at a very hard cock covered in the shorts I had let Pedro borrow. Fuck he is not small and now I know what woke me up. I let the blanket go, letting it cover the both of us and quickly turned to where my back was facing him again. I felt another ache between my legs. God, I want to feel what it's like to have him inside me. I felt his arm snake around me again and he pulled me into him. He grinded into me again and a soft moan escaped my lips. Fuck I want him so bad. What time is it? I want to reach for my phone but it's not within arm's reach and if I reach for it then I am pretty sure I would grind against him, and I am not trying to torture myself. I am already wet for him. Maybe I should sneak off to the bathroom and masturbate to take the edge off. Nah fuck that my hand is not going to be enough for me and it would be weird if I got caught going to the bathroom with my vibrator.

I felt him grind against me again before he jerked himself awake. I felt him pull his hand off me and whisper to himself. "Fuck I hope I didn't wake her up. I hope she didn’t get bothered by that. What is wrong with me?" He was being hard on himself.

"I am awake. That woke me up. It's okay don't be so hard on yourself." I chuckled a little at the pun I threw in there. "If anything by grinding on me the way you have, I am incredibly turned on." I said now chewing on my cheek.

"Wait, I grinded on you?" He asked. I laid on my back.

" Yes, a few times. The first time I was facing you. I pulled away and faced with my back towards you and you pulled me back into you and grinded into me a couple more times until you woke up." I said now blushing and I turned my head to look at him and he had his hands on his face.

"I am so sorry.” He said.

"It's okay really. It's been a hot minute since anyone has poked me awake. " I laughed a bit more.

"Thank you for not being mad." He said now, pulling his hands off his face and looking at me. He looked at my lips and back towards the door.

"So no one else knows the code to the door other than you?" He asked.

"No one else but me. Why?" I asked. He pulled himself closer to me.

⭐️Smut Ahead warning! Minors DNI!!⭐️

He pulled me against him as close as he could get before brushing his lips against mine. Oh fuck.

"Can I?" He asked. I just nodded and he leaned the rest of the way in and started to kiss me. His lips felt so soft. He ran his tongue against my bottom lip and I opened my mouth enough for him to slip his tongue into my mouth and I felt him run his tongue along mine. I felt his right hand glide up my body. He rested his right hand on the left side of my neck. I felt a little pressure on the back of my neck from his fingers. I moaned a little at the pressure release it had given to me. He slowly let his hand fall back down my body. He brushed his fingertips on my left breast letting his hand slow when his fingers grazed my nipple making it harden. Fuck I think my whole body is sensitive right now. His fingers continued to fall until it met the edge of my shirt and he pushed up on it a little. I pulled away from his kiss despite not wanting to. I sat up and took my shirt off throwing it across the room. I don't need it any time soon. I quickly stood up off the bed and took my sleep shorts off kicking them to the side before getting back onto the bed. It's been a long time since I have been touched by someone. I repositioned myself next to him and pulled his hand back to where he had it a moment ago.

"please." is all I said before he leaned back in giving me a quick peck on the lips before getting off of the bed and pulling the shorts I loaned him off. He got back on the bed but he didn't take the same position as before. No he sat on the end of the bed and was now pulling my left leg to position me on my back with my legs spread open. He crawled between my legs and stopped when his face was in front of my very wet pussy.

He looked up at me and then positioned his arms under both of my legs. He did his best to hold his eye contact with me when he lightly licked my slit. I lightly moaned and my eyes closed at the feeling just the small contact brought me. He pulled his right arm free from Under my le9 and started to massage my inner thigh before looking down at my pussy bringing his hand to it and using his pointer finger and middle finger to hold my pussy lips open as he licked me from my hole up to my clit. His tongue went flush against my clit and began massaging it in circular motions growling against it. His facial hair scratching the skin surrounding my clit bringing another sensation that instead Of hurting felt really good to me.

" Oh fuck" I moaned out. “please, more." I managed to moan out.

He pulled his mouth and tongue off my clit and before I managed to whine out, I felt his hand move and I felt his fingers slide through the slick mess my pussy had become. Oh god. I need more. He ran his fingers over my opening before pushing them in making me groan.

"Fuck you are tight." He said before licking my clit again running his teeth over it every other lap he did before pulling his fingers back out and plunging them back into me. He twisted them around a little before I felt him tapping something on the inside of me that made my mouth fall open, my head fall back, and my eyes squeeze shut, and a shiver raked down my body.

"There it is." He mumbled against my clit. He continued the same tapping movement on the inside of my pussy while licking and sucking onto my clit. I started to feel a strong urge to cross my legs like something was going to come out. He pulled his mouth off of me but started to jerk his wrist in an upwards motion while his fingers kept at a bruising pace.

"Fuck me. Relax. Let go. It's okay. Trust me." He said in a hushed and soothing tone. He ran his thumb over my clit a couple of times before my legs started to shake. I let go. I felt a gush of liquid escape me and heard a growl escape him before I felt his tongue on me again as I continuously moaned loudly through my orgasm.

"Fuck you taste so damn good." He moaned out before removing his fingers from inside of me and slipped them into his mouth to suck off the remaining juices that were on them from me. I put my hands in my hair and pulled on it a little still feeling the effect that orgasm had on me. He started to kiss my stomach and continued to kiss his way up to my mouth. He was still positioned between my legs. He brushed his lips against mine again.

"Is this still what you want?" He asked before brushing the tip of his cock between my pussy lips and ran it down from my clit and lining himself up with my entrance.

"Yes. I so badly want to feel you." I said and this time I closed the gap and kissed him. He pushed the tip of his cook in stretching me out. He was girthy so he was not even remotely prepping me with his fingers for that. He moaned into the kiss and bucked his hips forward slamming his cock into we completely. I squeezed my eyes shut. It hurt to be stretched like this, but it was worth the pain. he had to have been nine inches. Eight inches is when it starts hurting for me but, he definitely passed that point about an inch ago. He continued to bury his cock into me until I felt his balls against my ass.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck!" I moaned back.

"God you are so fucking tight." He said before pulling his hips back until he left just the tip of his cock inside of me before thrusting himself back into me until his balls slapped my ass again. Fuck. Oh god. This is going to ruin me. He sat up still buried inside of me. He pulled my hips back into him before he moved again. His knees now under my ass. He put my legs onto his shoulder and leaned forward as much as my body would let him before finding the angle that allowed him to pull out and slam right back into the spot he found in my pussy. I groaned really loud at every thrust he sent into that spot. The pressure was building up again inside me. I felt myself starting to shake again. He let my legs down when he felt my body shake against him. He got back on top of me and began kissing me again while managing to slam his cock into the same spot.

“Fuck fuck oh god oh fuck Pedro please." I moaned out.

"Squirt for me again. Cum all over my cock. Please. I want to feel it all over me.” He said mumbling against my lips. I can’t take it oh my god. It’s too much. Fuck. I let everything loose and felt another gush leave me. Fuck I squirt. Oh god that’s what that is. Oh my god I didn’t know I did that. I haven’t done that before. Oh god.

“Oh fuck. Yes, oh god y/n fuck that feel so good. I’m gonna cum.” He put his head against my neck and started moaning. He continued to slam into me, but his pace quickened and became sloppy. Oh god please. I want every drop.

“Where can I?” He started to ask.

“Please cum in me. Please.” I said looking into his eyes making eye contact. Without breaking eye contact he started to groan, and his hips bucked forward harshly a couple times one quickly after another with his mouth parted open.

“Oh fuck.

So,

Fucking

Hot.” He moaned out and put his head on my shoulder. His head now dripping in sweat. His cock throbbed inside of me as he started to cum. I felt every bit of his release fill me up and I couldn’t stop myself from tightening my pussy around it trying to ride out the fresh orgasm that quickly started to happen at feeling all his cum release from his cock and deep inside of me. Fuck it felt so good. I grinded against him a little to get some friction on my clit. I didn’t want this to end. I never wanted this to end. I am not going to have these kinds of orgasms with anyone else. He made me squirt. I didn’t know I could do that. How am I just supposed to walk away from this.

He finally pulled himself out of me and quickly the feeling of being empty was saddening me. However, I still felt happy when I noticed the dripping between my leg was his cum. He rolled onto his side getting off me and laid on his back. He took a deep breath and then he brushed his hands down his face.

“Fuck I don’t know about you but, that felt so good.” He said.

“I think you ruined me.” I said with a big smile on my face.

“What do you mean?” He asked now rolling onto his side looking at me and running his fingers over my stomach.

“I didn’t know I could squirt. I haven’t done that with anyone yet so yes, I think you just ruined me. Now I am always going to crave that kind of orgasm.” I said laughing a little at the end and then turning to face him.

“Okay here is a question. What do we need to do to prevent something growing inside of you that isn’t me?” Pedro asked and I couldn’t hold back the laughter from the little comment he made.

“Don’t stress about it. I have an IUD and on top of that I still take a birth control pill. The chances of anything growing inside of me that are not you are extremely unlikely. The way my doctor explained it to me was that whatever the IUD doesn’t keep out the pill will. As well as I have no STD’s and I am hoping that is the same for you.” I said and then looked at him a little worried.

“Don’t worry I am clean, and I wouldn’t have done anything like that if I wasn’t. I promise.” He said and I honestly believe him. I don’t think he would lie about something so serious.

I turned my head towards the door when I heard someone knocking on it. Oh shit. We were loud. Some people knew that we were both in here.

“Guys it’s just me Bella open up after you get dressed.” They said through the door. Pedro ran his hands over his face and tried to hold back some laughter. I smacked his arm playfully and laughed myself attempting to get out of bed before feeling his hand on my arm pulling me back into him.

“Not so fast. They can wait for a bit. I just want to lay down and cuddle right now if that’s alright.” He said and I smiled and laid back down on the bed and cuddled into his chest. He started to lightly stroke my hair and I was not going to lie. It felt so good that I had quickly fallen asleep against him.

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