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ADMIRATION

JOEL MILLER X READER

SUMMARY: He loved you, but you were just a shadow.

WARNINGS: Light smut, crappy writing, very short 💀 MINORS DNI.

He loved the way you were, and the aura that surrounded you. After everything that had happened you were still set in the same tone and shade, still as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on you.

He admired you. Praised the ground you walked upon, and that was rare for a man like Joel. Better known to yourself as Mr. Miller who had a daughter, unbeknown of her age, named Sarah. Mr. Miller, the gentlemen who sometimes returned your dog, Maximus, when he would escape at night and get stuck in his garden. The tall, silver fox who often helped you carry heavy loads of shopping or parcels of furniture, even if they were sat on your doorstep. Joel goddamn Miller, the man you were slowly starting to fall for.

He loathed you. Here me out. For all that you were in beauty and in grace it made his blood boil to see you smile. To watch your beautiful lips curve to reveal your perfect teeth, crisp and white, illuminating every room you graced with your presence. It made his nerves sting to know that he couldn’t be the one to kiss them. Dampen them with his lust. To hold you close while he delved into the soft skin and muscle, to feel the warmth they posed.

He sought you out. Whether platonically or nonchalantly, he felt as though he needed your attention. To have your eyes, those beautiful daring eyes staring at him made his heart skip a beat. To know that you were looking at him, and he was looking at you, even through passing glances and daring peeks. Even the smallest of gestures; asking how your day went, what the weather was going to be like that evening, if you ever needed a ride to work. Just to have you for one split second was enough to fuel his fire.

He claimed you. In the darkest of nights when all eyes were turned to the light, as though they were moths drawn to a flame. In the corner, where shadows wept, he claimed you. Teeth clashing against teeth, dampened breaths colliding in heat, skin meeting skin, he made you his. He brought out the ache in your bones and made you whole again. He filled those baring gaps, literally, with all he had to offer. He sought you comfort and release with nothing but a single touch and showered you with praise when you prevailed to his command.

With all that there was, he was starting to love you. Without a shadow of doubt he’d stand on the front line for you, shield you from the dark and the world that had began to drown you. Like a ball and chain it dragged you down and he was there to release you. To free you from its unholy wrath. He tried. He tried his very best to ensure the reality of your safety. To make you whole again.

All in the sense of admiration, that remained all it could be. To admire from afar, through gaps in the curtain and behind the safety of his car door. For you where too far out of reach to claim.

He loved you.

But you were just a shadow.

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EPITOME

Pedro Pascal x Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT! Pedro having a certified breeding kink, depression may occur cause we’ve been ripped of seeing pedro as a dad 😭 MINORS DNI.

SUMMARY: Pedro having a certified breeding kink.

It hadn’t been clear to you from the start, but let’s face it, Pedro 100% has a breeding kink.

Don’t even try to deny it, you know it’s true.

He’s amazing with kids, you’ve seen it first hand. With every child actor he’s worked with, both young and breaching their 20’s, he’s treated them as though they were his own. It was the epitome of his entire being. He was just a sucker for kids.

He wanted to be a dad so badly. That’s why he took to the role of Joel so strongly when he was offered the place. He’d rant on about it for weeks at a time about how excited he was to finally be playing a father figure again, and you couldn’t be happier for him.

You’d kickstarted your relationship with Pedro a little late in life. You’d been friends ever since you met on the set of Game of Thrones in your early 20’s, Pedro in his 30’s. The age gap wasn’t jaw dropping, but it turned one or two heads.

You’d been together three years and stumbled upon the topic of kids one or two times. Mainly sparking after fleeting moments of words that slipped in the bedroom.

“Gonna breed you so fucking good, mama, fill that tight little pussy with my seed.”

That was only the beginning.

“That’s it baby girl, take it, take my load, let me fill you up, my girl, that’s it, fuck, let me put a baby in you, mama, let me breed you.”

He was kind of shocked the first time you let him. You loved Pedro deeply, and you didn’t plan on going anywhere. You’d settled, you were comfortable and happy, you knew if it wasn’t now then it may be never.

“W-what?” His head bolted up as his thrusts stopped in place so he could see you clearly through lust ridden eyes.

“Breed me, baby, give me everything you’ve got, I can take it.”

“Are you sure?” He’d asked cautiously, “are you ready for that?”

“Yes, we’re ready, go on… Breed me, daddy.”

There was no letting up after those words had been spoken. He made sure he gave you everything he had, because when you asked for everything he wasn’t going to fall short. He poured his love and admiration into every thrust, kissed you tenderly through the roughness of his movements, pounding deep into your core. Finally, you felt it. The feeling you’d been craving for months; his warmth seeping deep into your core.

It was nerve wracking as the weeks passed and you’d had little to no symptoms of pregnancy, but finally it came, that dreaded morning sickness. A bright indicator it was perhaps time to purchase a pregnancy test.

After a few weeks of bad luck, finally, it came back positive. Pedro, well, over the moon was an understatement.

You didn’t release the good news to anyone until it had to be shared; until you were starting to show. The press practically imploded at your news, both good press and bad. But you didn’t care what anyone else had to say, you were happy. And Pedro, well, he made sure to tell you just how phenomenal you looked.

“Look at you, mama, you’re glowing.”

“My princess, doing so well.”

“You look so sexy like that,” he’d say as you stripped to change into your pyjamas, “c’mere, let me taste you.”

He’d been extra careful around your sensitive boobs ever since you’d shared the news with him, but there where times when he just couldn’t help himself. He’d suckle gently on the nipple sending shockwaves down your spine, he’d kneed them softly when you rode him, he was inevitably in love.

He’d pleasure you both platonically and sexually throughout the months of your pregnancy, and the epitome of his being soon came to shine through.

There wasn’t any doubt about it in the first place, but seeing it first hand you knew. Pedro was an amazing dad.

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TWIN FLAME

Joel Miller x Reader

WARNINGS: Smut! (No spoilers), 18+ content, Reader is aged up, Joel being a protective dad, rough Joel with a hint of softness, not proofread, MINORS DNI.

SUMMARY: [SET PRE APOCALYPSE, Joel is 36, reader is 25] Joel thinks he’s got the hold over you, the upper hand for sure, that is until you challenge him and he discovers maybe he’s met his match.

Silence.

Is what Joel Miller craved for in the early hours of Tuesday morning. Birds sung loudly by the window sill, the sounds of voices flowing through the halls and squeezing between the crack in his bedroom door. He craved for just five more minutes.

“Daaaaaad!”

He grunted softly, burrowing his head deep into the pillow.

“Daaaad! Breakfast is ready!” Sarah called from the kitchen, followed by giggles and the crash of a frying pan hitting the porcelain floor tiling.

“Oh, shit!” You jumped backwards as pancake mixture splashed everywhere, splatters of liquid landing on your sheer tights.

“You’re literally the clumsiest person I know,” Sarah sighed, grabbing a cloth from the counter top and throwing it at you. You stuck out your tongue in dismay before crouching down and mopping up the liquid with the rag.

“He rises!” Sarah called, her voice following the footsteps that assented into the kitchen.

“Who you talkin’ to?”

“That would be me,” you smiled sheepishly, reaching a hand out above the counter top and waving towards the stairway while you continued to clean the residue seeping into the cracks between the tiles, “hey I hope you don’t mind but I think I broke your frying pan?”

“What, the third one this month?” Joel sighed, joking, but equally unamused.

“At least Y/N wakes up on time to make pancakes, for you might I add,” Sarah swatted her dads shoulder playfully as he took a seat at the small table just outside the kitchen.

“Ain’t you supposed to be at work?” Joel quizzed from the table, reaching out the grasp an apple from the fruit bowl as he flicked open the newspaper.

Your head popped up from behind the counter, tossing the rag into the sink and peering over at the older male, “ain’t you old enough to work an alarm?” You smirked playfully, “yeah, no, Zena is covering my shift this morning.”

“Why?” Joel pushed, biting down into the rosy apple clasped between his fingers.

“Never you mind,” you swooned, stepping out from behind the counter. His eyes fell to you like a sack of sugar, scanning you up and down. Your legs were laced in sheer black tights, hips sporting some high rise black torn shorts, oversized shirt which tied in the middle with ‘The Exorcist’ logo panning across the chest.

“Take a picture, it might last longer,” Sarah mumbled beneath her breath as she nudged her dads shoulder playfully, earning a glare from him. Sarah had soon caught on to her fathers not so subtle crush on you, and she figured the feelings were mutual considering the way you spoke to one another. Teasing, sometimes not so playfully. You were like an older sister to Sarah, so albeit it seemed a little strange, it was also funny watching the way you interacted with one another.

“C’mon, I’ll drop you off at school, pick you a breakfast bagel up on the way,” you raised your brows as you checked the clock, glancing over at Sarah and tilting your head slightly.

“Uh, uh, no way,” Joel protested, standing from the small round table, “you’re not getting on the back of that thing, I already told you that.”

“She has a spare helmet?” Sarah argued, gesturing towards you standing by the coat wrack.

“I already told you, no. No motorcycles.”

“Oh, c’mon old man, I know you’ve sported at least one in your lifetime,” you teased, folding your arms across your chest. He turned to you with a hardened stare, asking you as politely as he could muster not to push this further.

Sarah sighed, knowing there was no part arguing with him. Once he had his mind set, it was like pulling a sword from stone.

“You can take the bus, I’ll give you cash,” he spoke as he dug his hand into his back pocket, pulling out a five dollar bill.

“I got it,” you planted your hand on the table, sliding another five dollar bill across the fine wood, “covers the frying fan,” you scrunched your nose as you turned to Joel, seeing his expression fall as you smiled.

“Alright, fine,” he deducted the green note in his hand, tucking it back into his pocket, “c’mon you’re gonna be late,” he swiped his brow, ushering Sarah towards the door as he checked the time.

You made your way back into the kitchen whilst they said their goodbyes, picking up the rag in the kitchen sink and running the tap over it leisurely, watching as the pancake mix slowly began to run clean off the rag and down the sink hole.

You hadn’t heard the door close, the sound of the water hitting the basin of the sink drowning out the sounds around you, so when two firm hands caged you in against the kitchen counter your breath hitched suddenly. You flicked off the tap, relaxing as your senses were filled with Joel, his scent consuming you entirely.

“Can I help you with something?” You smirked devilishly, teasing him as you turned your head over your shoulder, catching his hooded eyes glaring at you. His hand snaked around your hip delicately, mapping out each curve carefully as his finger pads slid between your thighs.

This was something you had been longing for, and you couldn’t deny it any longer.

You’d been teasing Joel for the last few weeks just waiting for him to break, each time becoming a little more promiscuous. You figured it wouldn’t be long before he finally caved, but he held out strong. You weren’t sure why today was the day, but you weren’t complaining.

“You think you’re fuckin’ smart? Teasing me like that?” His voice was deep and gruff, breath hot as it fanned against the crook in your neck, his nose bumping your jaw as he placed it there carefully. You were yet to see this side of Joel, usually so loving and fatherly. This deepens, dark, dominant side made your skin shiver with excitement.

You bit your lip with a smile, cocking your brow as you spun in his embrace to face him, hands resting back against the counter, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” your smirk drove him crazy, feeling the warmth of your hand slither between your bodies that were practically pressed together, groping his hardening length that pulsed hard behind his jeans, “but I think whatever it was… worked.”

If anything, you had this coming. You’d had your eyes on Joel for the last few months and you’d made that clear. Yes, he was your best friend going on younger sisters dad, but the heart wants what it wants, and the moment you caught his eyes staring you knew you had it in the bag.

He grasped your hips harshly, turning your back to face him, “you gonna act like a slut I’m gonna fuckin’ treat you like one.”

The sound of your shorts tearing made your heart skip a beat, his rough hands palming the plump of your ass cheek through your tights as he pressed his cock against you.

“Those where my favourite shorts,” you cursed, feeling the material drop to your feet as you took a step back, spinning on your heels and lacing your arm around his neck as you stepped into his space, drawing him out until his back slammed against the fridge, “you’re gonna pay for that.”

“Make me,” he groaned, lunging forward and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was heated from the get go, tongues fighting for dominance as his hand snaked down, hiking your thigh over his hip, your toes pressing into the cold metal of the fridge door as he ripped oxygen from your lungs.

All the pent up energy of longing looks, bending over a little too far whenever he was around, leaning against the doorframe so you could see the way his top rode just far enough up his torso to reveal the lining of his boxers was pouring into your lips. This wasn’t passion, this was desperation. This wasn’t want, this was need.

Your hand grasped his hair forcefully, fingers interlocking with his loose curls and tugging without mercy. He groaned softly at the sudden pain in his scalp, chin tilting to the ceiling as you held him there, licking a bold stripe up the length of his throat making him shiver.

Finally, someone who knew how to have a little fun.

You weren’t afraid to make those moves, because you knew travelling south, he was already mewling droplets of pre cum for you. You loosened your grip as you retracted your tongue into the warmth of your mouth, locking eyes with Joel as he dropped his chin back down to face you, “upstairs. Now.”

You stumbled up the steps as Joel tagged hot on your heels, kissing your neck fiercely as you breached the doorway. His large hands clasped the backs of your thighs, pulling you clean off your feet and laying you down against the mattress. You watched closely, chest heaving with heavy breaths as he tore off his shirt, tossing it down by the side of the bed and made quick work of his belt.

“Wait,” you leaned upwards quickly before he could discard the leather strap to the comfort of the carpet. Lacing your fingers around it delicately you peered up through lust filled eyes, “tie me up.”

“Fuck, you little slut,” he groaned, grasping the back of your hair and tugging harshly eliciting a strong gasp from the back of your throat. The pain was almost pleasurable as he held you there without menace, looking down at you with a sickening smirk.

“Dirty thing, aren’t you?” He hummed, “hands, now.”

You raised your hands before you as he released the grip on your head. Wrapping the leather around your wrists set your heart on fire, watching as he calculated the amount of times it swirled around before buckling it shut and tugging harshly, making sure it was secured in place.

“You haven’t even undressed me yet,” you smirked, brow ticking upwards slightly as he looked at you in realisation.

“Fuck it,” he groaned, grasping you by the hips and throwing you backwards. You adored the way he man handled you. Crawling above you slowly, he looked as though he was sent from above. So beautiful, sexy and delicate, yet hot and writhing with lust at the same time.

After hovering above you for a moment he sat to attention, thumbs sliding between the gap of his jeans and V line, slowly beginning to glide them down his muscular legs. You watched in awe as his cock sprang free, veins protruding, tip an angry red as it weeped his heavenly seed.

Your mouth ran dry, clit pulsing. You thought it was enough to make you cum on the spot. That was until he began touching himself, wrapping his bold fingers around the base and pumping slowly.

“Jesus, Joel,” you whimpered, rubbing your thighs together to try and gain some kind of friction. He tsk’d at your poor attempt to relieve the pressure gaining between your legs, chuckling lowly as his hands dropped from his cock to your legs. You jumped at the sudden touch, raising your arms above your head.

“That’s it, princess,” he smirked. His idle fingers graced you delicately, panning their route from your hip bone down to your heated thighs, “no underwear… dirty girl,” his breathing fell shallow at the faint scent of your arousal beginning to consume his senses.

“Please, Joel,” you whispered, lightly bucking your hips to him, begging for attention. He hooked his finger deep into the material of your rights and began tugging, shredding the material to gain access to your pulsing clit.

“Don’t hold back,” he breathed softly catching your attention. Before you could question his words he licked a bold, solid stripe up the length of your heat, watching your head fall back against the mattress, spine arching in ecstasy. The sounds you made only drove him on, collecting your arousal on his tongue to taste you in full.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he moaned, large hands kneading the flesh of your thighs as he raised them over his shoulders, pulling you closer to his mouth. All the while he bathed in the pool of your rich taste, his hips had began to grind against the fabric of the quilt covering the mattress in a helpless attempt to relieve the pressure.

“Joel!” You squealed as his nose bumped your clit, the tip of his tongue swirling your hole in the process.

“Joel- Joel!” The hollow in your tone snatched his actions to a halt, sensing the way your stomach began to clench and hands fondled with the bed sheets that you were gaining on your orgasm.

“Asshole!” You cursed, raising your head from the mattress to see him smirking at you, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“That’s no way to speak to me now, is it? After everything I’ve just given you,” without breaking eye contact he lowered his hands, grasping your thighs and tugging you close, “after everything I’m about to give to you,” he continued, suddenly feeling his tip at your entrance which had your teeth gnawing into your bottom lip.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you chanted with desperation, legs squirming in his grasp, “please, Joel, please-“

“Please what?”

“Fuck me!” You gasped, digging your heels down to pull him closer. Your eyes clenched shut as you felt his tip spread you wide, filling you inch by inch at a steady pace without halt despite your screams.

“Fuckin’ christ, Y/N,” he whimpered, your name sounding like heaven as it rolled off his tongue, “so fucking tight, so wet… so warm.”

“All for you, Joel,” you panted weakly, clenching around him making him wince. Not a second passed that he allowed you to adjust before he set a brutal pace, fucking into you without mercy. If it was desperation before you weren’t quite sure what to call this.

It was rough, your lungs burned from the screams that tore from your throat as you took everything he gave to you. He railed you without mercy, hips slamming into your core, tip working to rearrange the position of your organs. The sound of skin on skin filled the entirety of the house and you knew there was a possibility the whole neighbourhood could hear his name rolling off the tip of your tongue. He was needy, desperate but all the while managing to keep up the pace, never once letting slip. He pulsed as he rocked, grasping handfuls of flesh in a desperate plea to pull you closer, optimising for the ultimate option of holding you chest to chest.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as he continued the brutal pace, breasts bouncing in unison to his thrusts. To the sudden taste of drawn blood you heard him curse, his cock delving deep into your core as he neared his end to the finish line.

“S-slow down,” you whimpered, “this doesn’t have to end, n-not yet,” you begged, not wanting the sensation of his cock deep inside you to dissipate within a moments notice. You’d craved this feeling for so long and you knew he felt the same.

“You’re too good for me,” he groaned, rolling his hips just as hard, but slowing in pace, “don’t know how badly I wanna f-fill you up,” he turned to face you as he spoke, eyes drifting down to your plump lips smothered in crimson.

“You’re bleeding,” he swallowed, “your lip, it’s bleeding.”

“Don’t go soft on me now,” you smirked breathlessly as the soft underbelly of his nature crawled through the cracks. He smiled softly, bringing his spare hand to your lip as he stilled within you, resting his length inside your core as the pad of his thumb drew softly against the indent in your lower lip.

You watched with shimmery eyes as he wiped the blood away, locking onto your iris with his own as he held you tight. You could suddenly feel the heat as it rushed to your cheeks, the vulnerability shining through. There were no words that were spoken as you felt the absence of need, just his soft lips on yours. The wound stung from a moment as his saliva mixed with your own, but then the passion sank in.

He lowered you softly as his kisses deepened and the pace of his thrusts turned soft, loving you in a subtle sort of way. His hands reached upwards slowly, pulling away from your lips to release you from your leather chains. Your wrists were sore from friction, but where erased upon feeling the softness of his cheeks against the palm of your hand.

The slam of a door suddenly echoed through the home, making your heart slam against your rib cage.

“Dad?” Sarah’s voice rang clear from the kitchen. Your eyes sprung wide, fighting against one another to pull away from your grip.

“Stay here,” Joel demanded as he grasped his jeans from the floor and departed out into the hallway in a hurry, straightening out his unruly hair as he paced, slamming the door behind him.

Breathless, you sat on the bed, covering yourself with a pillow and a dumb, childish smile came to your cheeks. As stupid as it was and as surreal as this all seemed, you had gained confirmation that the magic you had worked to win Joel Millers attention had worked.

Who’s to say it wouldn’t work again in the future?

This story was yet to be finished, and you couldn’t wait to read those final pages.

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CAN’T DO THIS AGAIN

Joel Miller x Reader

SUMMARY: after loving you so longingly, he told himself he wouldn’t let this happen again…

WARNING: Implied smut, possible spoilers for TLOU EP. 5!

Joel had told himself this wouldn’t happen again. Not the pain nor the suffering, not the heat from the blood that spilled.

Joel swore this wouldn’t happen again.

But there he stood. Helpless from so far away as he watched the scene play out before him.

As the ground erupted from below and out crawled Satans spawn, the blood beneath his skin ran cold. He watched the war from the window conclude to one mighty ending. Destruction. Delusion. Death.

You were a good fighter, you’d won your fair share of hands. But this was something different. This way beyond anything you could keep under control and Joel knew it too.

He swore this wouldn’t happen again. He wouldn’t let the one thing he was trying so hard to protect see this dark of day. Not after skin turned cold and bones began to ache. Not after he fought so hard to love you peacefully.

After skin graced skin and words where spared, after his lips dampened your own in the dark, shadows dancing along the tatted wall paper. He told himself this would never happen again.

“RUN FOR GOD SAKES, RUN!”

The flame of fire and bullet crashed in the atmosphere around you and your mind swam back to brighter places. To the look in his eye when he hovered beneath you, to his hands on your skin holding you steady. You were strong enough to take all he gave you.

But you weren’t strong enough to fight this. Not alone.

He did his best to clear the path, watching as you grasped Ellie by the hand and dragged her away to safety. You fought tooth and nail when the bullets from the window couldn’t save the day, until the moment your whole world stopped spinning.

There was massacre all around you, but Joel could hear your scream as though the world was silent. You didn’t fight, you couldn’t move, you knew this all was over.

Bitten. That was your fate. Destruction surrounded you, delusion filled your mind thinking you could fight this, but death was your end game.

All the while he watched from the window as once again history repeated itself.

Your words rang somber in his ears, the soft caressed touch of I love you. The pain in his chest grew tight as he knew the next move to play. To remember how you were when he loved you so deeply, under the safety of a sheer blanket when he made his love to your body.

And when that bullet pierced your skin he hoped you thought of the way he once loved you more than the air he breathed, that loving you made him whole.

He’d never love again the way he once loved you, for you were the piece that made the puzzle whole. With you everything seemed to make sense, and the pleasure came so easy. With you he was able to breathe again.

Within love there is life, and within life there is death.

He told himself he wouldn’t do this again. But he figured luck truly never was on his side.

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MASTERLIST

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Steady work in progress, requests are always. open for any character or RPF, thank you!

WARNING: If the fic is labelled with a ‘MINORS DNI’ text, the fic likely contains smut, if you are under the age of 18, please DO NOT INTERACT.

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PEDRO PASCAL

First Time In a Long Time MINORS DNI.

Collide MINORS DNI.

Mama MINORS DNI.

Epitome MINORS DNI.

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JOEL MILLER

Piece Of Me MINORS DNI.

Can't Do This Again

Twin Flame MINORS DNI.

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MAMA

Pedro Pascal x Reader

WARNINGS: Not proofread, wrote this on 2 hours of sleep 💀 talks of having children, light smut, Pedro having a certified breeding kink, established relationship, age gap, symptoms of depression may occur whilst reading after realising you will probably never date Pedro Pascal and live to hear him call you mama. MINORS DNI.

SUMMARY: Pedro Pascal and his obsession with the word ‘mama’.

I think Pedro would 100% have a slight obsession with the word ‘mama’ when it came to you.

At first it would start out as a joke, using it as a little pet name, whispering it in your ear when he cuddled you from behind, lovingly using the word when he told you all the things he adored about you.

It was easily used in an adoration sense, and most of the time as a joke. With his spark in fame after ‘The Last of Us’ series was released to the world, he began once again attending hand fulls of events and of course bringing you along with him. He’d call you mama in interviews and label himself as daddy, sometimes sarcastically, joking, playing into the idea that the interviewers and fans thought the idea was both seductive and hilarious.

There were also times when he’d use it in a sexual way, which is what you had come to adore. In the beginning, he’d been almost scared to use the word in the bedroom, afraid you’d insinuate the worst of him. But one night it slipped, and there was no looking back after that.

It became clear that Pedro had a breeding kink, there wasn’t any speculation about it. The way he spoke to you gave you enough indication. Whispering things such as:

“Gonna fill you up so good, mama.”

“Breed you so well.”

“Fill you up with my seed.”

“Make you mine, brand you.”

Amongst other things.

The possibility of you being graced with the miracle of children was something you knew yourself and Pedro wouldn’t be lucky enough to experience. The age gap between you, albeit just a number, kept you both as well as fans and critics on edge. Pedro was 47, you were in your late 20’s. It wasn’t the most drastic age gap, but Pedro was past the age of having children. It was a true shame, because Pedro was great with children and smothered you with praise and admiration as to just how amazing you would look with a swollen stomach, but the picture was too scarce to be painted.

It became a challenge to be so careful when it came to your sexual relations with Pedro. Of course you used protection, but the way he whispered those words made your skin shudder, sometimes there was no time to tear open a condom wrapper. You needed him then and there.

Aside from everything heated, it made your heart swell when he’d whisper the little nickname to you as he rocked you to sleep in his arms, when he kissed you awake under the morning sunlight, when he called the name from far away and smiled when you turned to attention. It had become yours to claim.

You were his, and he was yours.

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PIECE OF ME

Joel Miller x Reader

WARNINGS: Angst, Fluff if you squint, Talks of past relations (sprinkle of smut), Reader being a stubborn hoe, MINORS DNI.

SUMMARY: Stakes hold high as Joel discovers a secret you’ve been harbouring, and has to fight between the void of fantasy and reality. What he wants, and what you need.

AN: overall just wanted to write some angst with Joel being a softy lmaooooo. requests are open!

The wind whistled sour in your ear as your feet trudged out ahead of you. The sheer splinter of the wind cut deep, adding only more grief to the sickening pain in your stomach. You’d been walking along the abandoned bridge deep into the city for what felt like hours when in reality had only been a few spared minutes. Joel, Tess and Ellie paced up ahead while you hung back trying to catch your breath.

The road ahead was long, deepened with broken cracks that painted the pavement and dotted smashed up vehicles that added to the essence. If you were blinded to the fact that there were infected crawling around unknown miles away, you might have even called it peaceful. That was until you felt it.

It was coming, you could feel it burning. The pain in your chest, the raw taste in your mouth, the sensation of pure hell ripping havoc in your stomach. You paced to your left, shielding yourself behind an abandoned car, windows smashed in allowing you to grip the frame as you heaved over, coughing up your last meal and watching as it splattered across the concrete. That was the third time this week.

“Fucking hell,” you grunted, wiping the corners of your mouth with your coat sleeve, spitting to the side to rid the horrid taste lingering at the backs of your teeth.

“You alright?” Joel’s voice rung loud in your ears as you stood back straight, head tilting to the side.

“Fine,” you nodded, stepping out from behind the vehicle and readjusting your backpack over your shoulder. You passed Joel with an expressionless face. The air between you still wasn’t sitting right.

Two weeks ago you made a mistake. A fleeting moment in your lapse of judgement that should never have happened. But there was no turning back now, and you couldn’t whole heartedly say you regretted the entirety of it. Two weeks ago today you stumbled into the lap of a man who’d taken you under his wing, much to his dismay, and spent a night with him between the sheets. That man just had to be Joel, and now you felt as though everything had changed.

“We can’t do this again.”

“But it was good wasn’t it? Did you not enjoy it?”

“Yes, Joel, I did, but this can’t happen again, you do realise that? Right?”

He never truly gave you a straight forward answer, and in truth it was you who was holding the grudge. You felt guilty, ashamed of what had happened right under the noses of your fellow group. Admittedly, yes, it was amazing, but you feared now in this moment you were drowning in the consequences.

“How much further?” Ellie groaned, arms swinging loosely by her side.

“Not far, we can crash in the old pent house suit for the night. It’s pretty much untouched,” Tess looked back to the fourteen year old brunette, pausing in her tracks as she looked past you. Cocking her head she gestured her arm to the sun slowly dissipating behind the clouds, “we should pick up the pace. Do not wanna be out here in the dark.”

“I think she’s talking to you old man,” Ellie chirped, turning and walking backwards, smirking devilishly as she locked eyes with Joel stalking behind the three of you.

“Funny,” he shook his head, scanning the area around him, hun held tightly in his grasp.

—

Another twenty minute walk that felt like a lifetime and you’d breached the penthouse suit, climbing twelve flights of stairs with anything but ease. Three more to go before you reached the top.

Ellie and Tess had paced off ahead, Joel still tagging behind a few floors down making sure to block the stairway just in case of an emergency. You took the moment alone to rest for a moment, planting your palms against your knees and leaning forward. Your breathing was shallow, head pounding with a growing migraine. You tried to calm your racing heartbeat, only adding to the sickening sensation bubbling in your stomach. The fatigue was still holding out strong and didn’t seem to show signs of fucking off anytime soon.

The sound of footsteps growing louder made your ears prick, signalling it was time to keep moving. Just three more floors and then you could rest.

They passed with ease, managing to reach the top floor without issue. The penthouse suit was as said, practically untouched.

“Figure they don’t come up this far,” Tess mumbled as she assessed the windows and doorways, “we should be alright here for the night.”

Your heart began to settle as you gazed around the room. It almost seemed… normal. There were no strings of overgrown vines crawling up the walls, and the beds seemed as though they’d never been slept in. Aside from the dust on the countertops and chairs, from where you were standing it was as though the apocalypse never happened.

“I call dibs on the master bedroom!” Ellie sang as she darted down the hallway, leaping onto the mattress.

“Uh, I don’t think so,” Joel’s voice rang out behind you, “the adults get the master bedroom.”

“No need, there’s two,” Tess smiled as she appeared out into the hallway, “guess we’re bunking up for the night.”

“I call dibs on Y/N then, you two stink,” Ellie raised her brows as she trudged out into the living room to stand beside you, arms folded.

“Alright, but don’t start unpacking anything thing, we’re moving out at first light.”

—

“You don’t snore do you? Because I used to have to share a whole room of people who snored,” Ellie glanced over to you as she kicked off her shoes.

“Not that I know of,” you giggled softly, removing your backpack and slinging it onto the arm chair seated in the corner, “just kick me in the night if I start snoring.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” she smiled softly as she crawled into bed. “I’ve never slept in a bed this big before.”

“Sometimes I forget you were born post apocalypse,” you sighed as you jumped into bed beside her. You and Ellie had become almost like sisters over the last few months together, finding comforting in one another’s presence.

“Did you ever stay in a place like this? Like… before everything happened?”

“… Once,” you nodded, resting up on your arm and looking down at her tucked beneath the quilt, “it was a long time ago. I don’t really remember much, I was just a kid.”

“How old?” She asked, curiosity swirling in her eyes. You’d grown to notice the fascination Ellie had with the world she would never know, the world that came before the desolation of the planet you once knew.

“4, maybe 5. It was just before the apocalypse started,” you tilted your head to the side softly, “I’ll tell you all about it one day,” you smiled, carting a finger through her hair and tucking it behind her ear.

“Can’t you tell me now?”

“Maybe tomorrow,” you scrunched your nose, “you need sleep, we’ve got a long day ahead of us, make the most of the bed,” you pat the quilt gently before rolling onto your side and planting your feet on the floor. You paused for a moment, listening to Ellie shuffle in the sheets as you calculated your breathing. It was coming along again, trudging along like a train filled with nothing but pain and misery.

You ran your hand over your face, pinching the brow of your nose as you leaned forward. The sun had disappeared completely behind the hills leaving you in darkness as you stood from the bed, holding your hands out to help you find your way back to the living room where moonlight shone through the great windows, casting a light on your skin.

From where you were standing by the window you could see the city below, drenched in the fine white lighting. There seemed as though there was nothing, yet so much at the same time. Everything you once knew, now gone. Destroyed. Mother Nature claiming back what was rightfully hers in the most destructive way possible.

“Ouch, fuck…” you gasped softly, hand covering your stomach, spare hand covering your mouth as you heaved. You swallowed harshly, clamping your eyes shut as you managed to recover, standing back up straight.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on with you at some point?”

“Jesus, Joel!” You whispered harshly, swatting his shoulder with your hand as he came to stand beside you, arms folded, “you almost gave me a fucking heart attack!”

“Tell me now, I want a yes or no answer,” his tone was sharp, almost angry as he looked at you with a tense brow, “… Are you pregnant?”

You swallowed, nose flaring as you clenched your jaw. You couldn’t look at him, this wasn’t a case of a simple yes or no answer.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, lifting your hand to hold your shoulder.

Joel sighed beside you, running a hand through his hair then slowly down his face. There was nothing but silence between you for a while, you didn’t know what to say, where to start. If you were pregnant, which you were starting to believe the odds, what did you do? There weren’t exactly any hospitals you could go to, any abortion clinics.

“Joel, I think-“

“You’ve had morning sickness the last three days, you’ve been struggling to keep up with the rest of us, you’re paler than usual, your breathing is shallow, last week you were burning up and not even hours later your teeth where chatterin’ from the cold when we’re practically in the middle of summer out here. Either you’re pregnant or…”

“I’m not infected,” you turned to face him, “you can check me if you really need to,” you opened your arms wide, offering yourself to him. Your eyes cast over one another for a moment, shifting as you stood in the silence. If you took anything from this conversation it was the liberty of knowing that he noticed you more than you ever realised he had.

“How do you know… What makes you think all of those things make me… Make me…”

“I did have a daughter once, you know. I’ve been through this before.”

Those facts where anything but comforting. Your mind couldn’t help but flood back to how this all started. How exposed you had allowed yourself to be with him.

“Joel let’s face facts,” you sighed, dropping your arms down to your side after he refrained from moving from his spot, “what exactly am I supposed to do if I admit to myself that I’m pregnant? There’s barely enough food to feed the four of us,” you gestured back to the bedrooms where Tess and Ellie where sleeping, tears beginning to brim your lower lash line, “a-and can you really imagine a baby in this world? Do you know how… How unfair it would be? Joel i- I-“

“Hey, hey, whoa,” he dropped his arms from his tight stance to wrap you in his embrace, “stop crying’, you’re alright.”

“I’m really fucking scared, Joel,” you snivelled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You stood there for a moment, rocking slowly in the quiet. Beneath all the hard demeanour, you knew Joel had a soft centre. Somewhere deep inside there was a place in his heart for each and every one of you, Tess and Ellie. He would just never admit it. He sighed softly against your forehead, pressing a soft kiss into your hairline.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, but it happened regardless. Joel couldn’t lie and say he regretted what happened that night. Everything had moved so quickly, he’d become lost in the taste of your lips and before he could stop he was feeling you all over, giving his all to you in the safety of his bedroom, knowing his sheets would never be the same now they been graced by your skin.

“Listen to me,” he spoke softly, pushing you back a little so he could look at you, “… what do you want?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, wiping your nose gently.

“Well… are you keepin’ it?”

“Do you see any abortion clinics around here, Joel? I don’t have a choice,” your face scrunched tightly, breaths jagged from the reality of your situation, “I’m such a fucking idiot!” You spat as you tore his hands away from you, turning your back to him.

“Hey,” he called out for you as you turned, hand grasping your wrist to pull you back into his touch.

“What?” You practically whimpered, writhing in the midst of your self loathing.

He sighed, clenching his jaw tightly as he thought of the right words to say. “Listen, you’re my responsibility now. What happened was not just your fault, alright? It was mine too. I have to be held partly responsible, for you and the baby.”

“Joel-“ you shook your head, but he cut you off before you could argue.

“I’ve done it before, Y/N, I can do it again. I… I’m willing to do this again, for you. Because… Because I love you.” His brown doe eyes once scrunched and hidden beneath the power of his brow became soft and whole, looking to you with love. It was true, he loved you, and he hoped you felt the same. The night you spent together wasn’t a one off, the passion he forwarded when he kissed you… when he fucked you in the shadows of the night, it was real. There was nothing half assed about it.

“I love you too Joel but…” you swallowed tightly, “Joel I can’t ask you to do that.”

“I want to, Y/N. I promise I’ll take care of you, I’ll take care of us.”

“No, Joel, no-“ you shook your head, tears burning against your lids as you closed your eyes in dismay. You loved him, you couldn’t lie. Everything changed after that night. By time the morning came he’d already had you wrapped around his little finger.

“Please, Y/N, just give me a chance-“

“Joel!” You warned, tone sharp and harsh, “Joel, we cannot bring a baby into this world, don’t you get that? What happens when- when it’s born? What do you do with a screaming baby that’s practically ringing the fucking dinner bell?” You trailed your arms around as you spoke hastily, “how do you plan on protecting us then, huh? You’re just one man, Joel. I… I can’t put that kind of pressure on you. I’ll hold the group back, I’ll be walking around with a god damn target on my back.”

“I won’t let that happen to you, Y/N, I promise I’ll protect you,” his hands reached out to touch you but you pushed them away, clasping your hands against his cheeks.

“Listen to me, Joel. This cannot happen, okay? I am not putting you and the rest of the group in danger.”

“Then what are you gonna do?” He asked, wrapping his hands around your wrists, “how… how are you gonna get rid of it?” His tone croaked a little as he spoke, beginning to imagine the thoughts that could be running through your mind right now.

“Well… I don’t know,” you sighed, releasing your hands from his face, “it’s not exactly a whole lot different from being bitten by one of those things.”

“Don’t you dare say that,” he tensed, brow tightening, “don’t you fucking dare-“

“What other choice do I have, Joel?!”

“You’re not killing yourself over a god damn accident!”

“Then give me another option, go on!”

“I don’t have any other options but I don’t damn well there is an easier way out of this then putting a fucking bullet through your skull-“

“What the fuck is going on in here?!”

Your heads turned in unison towards the hallway where Tess was standing, rubbing her eyes gently. Panic set into your chest, head turning to Joel, then back to Tess.

“Sorry,” you apologised, battering your hands down against your sides, “we were just…”

“Sounded like you were trying to raise hell,” Tess groaned, “look I don’t care what kind of lovers quarrel you’re having-“

“Whoa!”

“What? No way!” You both grimaced.

“- regardless,” she continued, butting through your fatal attempts to cover yourselves, “do it somewhere else, please? Some of us are trying to sleep.” She eyed you both daringly before she turned her back, retracing her steps down the hallway and departed back to the bedroom, the gentle slam of the door signalling you were once again alone.

You stood there for a moment, fingers pinching your brow in embarrassment. Sighing softly, Joel turned to you, “you should get some sleep, we can talk about this again in the morning.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, knowing full well this conversation may never reach the finish line, “night,” you mumbled softly and watched as Joel turned his shoulder, making his way down towards the hallway before disappearing out of sight.

Once again alone, you turned back to the window, eyes scanning the ground below. You didn’t recognise this part of the city, but it didn’t take much to imagine what it must have been like before hell broke loose. Joel had told you stories about the days before the apocalypse, adding in pieces to your puzzle from jagged memories pieced together in the back of your mind. You were six when it all began, the visions you had of the world before where scarce. And whatever it all was back then, a platonic version of euphoria compared to what you were living now, it remained no place to raise a child.

—

The days came and left, sun gracing the days and moon haunting the nights, still no word from Joel. The night you last spoke seemed ancient in the present day as you rest your head against your backpack. So much had happened, your mind was beginning to swell with fear.

Once four, now three. The days where turning sour.

Albeit shielded by the cover of the trees above, you still felt so exposed. You’d ventured far out enough of the city to finally see some of the lush greenery you had been craving ever since being locked down in the QZ, but now all you wanted was a bed. A mattress at the very least. Sleeping on the forest floor was beginning to take a toll on your spine at the very least.

“Can we start a fire?” Ellie asked as she sat cross legged opposite you.

“Now why am I gonna tell you no?“ Joel replied, venom in his tone.

“Because infected will see it?”

“… Fungus ain’t that smart,” he sighed, metal spoon stirring a pot of canned beans over a heater he’d managed to harbour from a store just before leaving the city.

“People?” Ellie asked, eyes focused on the man sitting before her. His lack of answer gave her all the answer she needed.

You’d been laying by the camp centre for longer than you could remember. Your mind was anywhere but in front of you.

“Please Joel,” you begged, legs arching upwards to wrap around his waist. He was hot, sweat trickling down his spine as he rolled his hips deep, hand kneading deep into the mattress, grounding him from the grip you had around his cock.

“Jesus,” he cursed, nose dipping into the crook of your neck as he fucked you mercilessly, showing no sign of letting up, biting the flesh of your shoulder to keep his moans at bay. It had been so long since he’d felt this, the lush velvety softness of your insides, the heat, the mewling of your arousal dripping down his length, he couldn’t help but lose himself inside you.

The scent of the food in the air made your stomach turn, still pent up with the morning sickness. You weren’t sure it was right lasting this long, you were beginning to think this was something much bigger than a pregnancy. You sat up slowly, planting your hands on the forest floor to help you stand.

“Where you goin’?” Joel asked, tilting his head over his shoulder.

“To pee,” you sighed, batting your hands together to rid the mud and leaves off your skin. You moved with haste, wrist covering your nose as you travelled past the trees and out of sight.

“Stay here,” Joel grunted as he stood, ordering Ellie to stay by the makeshift camp sight.

There it was again, that ache, the burn that crawled up the nape of your neck as you lunged forward, chest tightening as your stomach clenched. Tears stung your lower lash line as you heaved, nails digging into the tree bark you used as support. Your ears rang, blood rushing to your head as you choked, lips quivering. The feeling of sickness couldn’t make the cut this time, your knees buckled in protest, fingertips turning cold, vision blurry.

“Y/N?” Joel’s voice called out from behind you, twigs snapping lightly in his path.

“M’ fine, Joel!” You spat, wiping your mouth lightly, hand clasping the tree tightly as your stomach churned. There it came again, splitting your dignity down the middle as you lunged forward, palm slipping from the comfort of the tree bark.

“Jesus,” Joel cursed, wrapping his arm around your stomach, spare hand collecting your hair into his palm and holding you steady as you heaved, coughing and spluttering under his touch, “steady, steady,” he lulled you softly, “let it all out.”

Silence filled the air as you swallowed, eyelids batting together slowly as you rest your hands against his arm around your waist, holding you steady on your feet.

“Was it the food?” He asked as he loosened his grip, resting your back against the tree as you recovered, panting carefully.

“Yeah,” you nodded, swiping your tongue over your teeth, “I told you I was fine.”

“You don’t fuckin’ look fine,” he pressed, folding his arms against his chest.

You scoffed, wiping your brow with the back of your hand, “I’ll be fine, then,” you swallowed, “ain’t no point having a pity party about it.”

“Would you quit tryna’ do this all by yourself?” Joel sneered, “I ain’t standin’ by and watching this destroy you.”

“It’s a baby, Joel, not a bomb,” you shook your head with a light chuckle at his melodramatic attitude. He stared at you for a moment, jaw tense, arms falling down by his side. You tilted your head to the side, mumbling a gentle ‘fuck it’ as you moved your jacket to the side, lifting your shirt enough to reveal the small bump in your stomach.

Joel’s gaze softened slowly as he glanced down, brow loosening for its tight stare. It was something he wasn’t expecting, he knew the odds, he knew the reality, the fate of your mistake, but seeing that bump made it all so blissfully real.

“How far along are you?” He asked softly, taking a step forward.

“Growing fast, ain’t she?” You bit the inside of your lip as you pulled your shirt back down to cover your stomach.

“… How… How is that possible?” He quizzed, alluring to the fact that you shouldn’t be showing so early.

“My mother was an early shower. Figured it runs in the family,” you sighed, glancing down to look at your feet, “I’m running out of time.”

“What are you talking’ about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you looked upwards, a tense glare shooting daggers in Joel’s direction. You didn’t mean to be so harsh, but you were scared. Terrified, even.

“Y/N, we talked about this-“

“What, five, six weeks ago? Yeah that was a great conversation,” you spat, rolling your back away from the tree and stepping forward, “I already told you Joel… This can’t happe-“ your words were cut short at the sudden heat of a hand around your waist, pulling you close. His lips were soft as he kissed you and you melted like butter on a hot summers day. You were angry, infuriated at the idea that Joel still believed this was possible, but the peace in your chest that blossomed as he kissed you made your mind run blank.

His hand pressed to your cheek softly as you departed, foreheads resting together.

“They have doctors where we’re heading. If you really wanna do this, there’s people who can help,” he mumbled softly, thumb gently massaging your hip as you stood together in the silence of the woods, “I’ll be there. Every step of the way.”

You sighed, eyes fluttering closed as you pondered on the thought, serenity filling your chest at the idea that he was finally on board. You didn’t have to fight this anymore, he understood.

“I’m not doing this out of spite, you know? You understand why we cant do this?”

“I know, I know,” he nodded, “I just… I just wanted so badly to give you a piece of me,” he swallowed tightly, throat bobbing as he spoke, “I’m sorry I pushed you so hard.”

“Don’t apologise, Joel, I think it’s sweet,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around him and embracing him in a hug, “maybe in another world the timing was right for us… Just… Not this time. I’m sorry I can’t give that to you.”

“Hey I understand I’m just cargo but I still have feelings!” Ellie’s voice called out from the woods surrounding you, making you chuckle softly.

“Just think, our kid could end up like her.”

“Don’t put that thought in my head,” he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. You knew from that small gesture that there was definitely a soft spot somewhere inside for you, whether deep down, or writhing on the surface.

‘I won’t let anything happen to you.’

We’ll see about that, Joel Miller.

—

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COLLIDE

Pedro Pascal x Fem!Reader

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

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

“Just… Fuck…”

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

*BUZZ, BUZZ* *BUZZ, BUZZ*

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

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

‘call me as soon as you get this’

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

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

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

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

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

*KNOCK KNOCK*

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

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

“What do you want?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

“Y/N I-“

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

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

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

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

“You have clothes that will fit me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s up to you, I don’t mind.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I… I just…”

“Did I do something wrong?”

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were right there.

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

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

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

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

No, no, NO!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me what you need.”

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

You got the message.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mama, don’t-“

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

“Y/N, please, I’m begging you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby, don’t!” He begged.

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

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

“Cum, daddy, please, breed me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“For everything.”

—

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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[pforpedro]

FIRST TIME IN A LONG TIME

Pedro Pascal x Reader

WARNINGS: Smut (no spoilers), reader is aged up, established relationship, Pedro being a lil sub, MINORS DNI.

SUMMARY: After dating for three months, Pedro is still reluctant to take the final step with you, tonight you find out why.

There was no doubt about it. Pedro Pascal was a heart throb. A silver fox. A daddy to all, which he had stated proudly once or twice in the comfort of your apartment upon visiting during filming.

You’d been cast alongside Pedro in an indie movie starring yourself and Pedro and the two main love interests. You never imagined something would spark between the two of you during filming, and now it wasn’t exactly being kept quiet after Polaroids were released featuring the two of you on a subtle date to a restaurant in the town you were filming in. It could have been played off platonic from the first three; captures of Pedro feeding you strawberries and you giggling, until the fourth one was released of him kissing you tenderly in an alley way behind the restaurant.

At first you were devastated, but as always Pedro managed to shed a light on the situation, stating how now he’d be able to kiss you wherever he pleased and not be afraid of people seeing. However the strain in your chest still remained.

“Pedro, have you even seen what some of the people are saying? About both of us, they’re calling you… they’re saying you’re…”

“Because of the age gap?”

“Yeah…” you sighed, hands fumbling through your hair as you sat beside him on your couch, face torn with despair.

“Does it make you feel uncomfortable? The age gap?”

“No, of course not,” you shook your head, “we’re both consenting adults, I don’t see why it’s such an issue and why everyone has to stick their fucking noses in,” you sighed harshly.

“Hey, hey,” Pedro cooed softly, wrapping his arms around your waist and hoisting you into his lap with ease, “it’s alright, okay? So long as we’re happy, who cares what anyone else thinks.”

His words never failed to soothe your aching brain. You were known for your overthinking even in the best of times. Smiling softly you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, breathing deep to practically feel his scent attaching itself to your skin. He was so heavenly. You felt the way his giant hands cradled your frame, softly curling around your hips as he leaned forward, chasing your lips to deepen the kiss.

You had officially been “seeing on another” for two months, you wouldn’t call it dating. Neither of you had made it official. In the space of those two months neither of you had breached the topic of sex yet. Yes, two months and still no sex.

“Mph, P?” You pulled back softly as you felt his fingertips beginning to draw downwards towards your plump cheeks. Your little nickname for him made his chest tight, fighting the urges away.

“Yeah, honey?” He spoke softly, calmly, those big doe eyes staring up at you as you straightened your back, placing your hands on his chest.

“Maybe… do you think it’s time?” You asked cautiously, gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips, dampened from the swipe of his tongue.

Pedro knew what you meant and you watched his gaze harden suddenly. “C’mon P, don’t be like that, at least tell me why.”

“Why what?”

“Why you won’t have sex with me!” Your tone sharpened a little as you didn’t settle well into him playing dumb. He swallowed tightly, shifting beneath you as he averted his eyes.

“Ihaventslptwithanyn…..” he mumbled beneath his breath, barely audible, barely words.

“What?”

“I haven’t slept with anyone in a really long time…” he confessed, a rosy coloured blush flourishing in his cheeks, “I don’t wanna… embarrass myself.” He sighed, finally darting his eyes to meet your gaze, brows furrowed with angst and he awaited your response, “look there’s a 22 age gap between us, I feel old,” he sighed, what if I’m not like the younger guys you’ve been with?”

“What like the minute man I told you about?” You chuckled softly, “look okay sometimes it’s pleasurable when a guy cums fast, it’s almost like a compliment,” you tilted your head to the side softly, eyes never leaving his gaze, “but P, I think you’re the hottest man I’ve ever been graced with being in the presence of,” you leaned in slowly, practically crawling up the length of his large frame, “you’re the only man I want to be with,” you continued, hot breath fanning over his cheeks as you neared his face, “please do me the honour of letting me pleasure you.”

A shallow grunt parted from his lips as you pressed your full weight against his abdomen, feeling his hardening cock that had swollen behind the material of his jeans poking you. Smirking devilishly you bit your bottom lip, “you like the idea of me pleasuring you, daddy?”

“Fuck,” with a single word he lunged, wrapping his arms around your waist and hoisting you upright. Instinctively, your legs wrapped firmly around his waist, hands tangling in his unruly curls as he kissed you passionately.

“Bedroom?” You broke free between wet and heated kisses.

“Bedroom,” he nodded, hands kneading the flesh of your ass as you wrapped your arms around him, seeing the desperation pooling in the darkness of his eyes as he raced down the halls of your one bedroom apartment.

Seconds passed before you were being thrown down on the bed, eyes jolting for a moment before locking on Pedro standing before you, muscling arms strung over his head as he relieved himself of his shirt. His muscular frame finally coming into view.

You giggled softly as his knees planted into the mattress and chased you towards the headboard, finally hovering over you as though you were meek prey in the shadow of a predator.

“Fuck, Pedro,” you took a moment to admire his frame, hands dancing around the acres of skin. Arching your neck upright you slid down a little, giving you the leverage to attach your soft, damp lips to his nipple and sucking softly. You admired the way he whimpered under your touch, edging grunts from his core as your tongue swirled the sensitive bud.

“Fuck, no one’s ever done that before,” he stared down at you dumbfounded as you planted yourself back down on the mattress, “you’re gonna have to teach me these new techniques.”

“Well I suppose first we should see what you’ve got,” you pushed his shoulder lightly and he caved, rolling onto his back so he could top, only to be thrown back onto your side, back writhing beneath him.

“If you’re gonna go ahead and call me daddy then you need to know,” he paused for a moment, sitting himself up to unbuckle his belt making your heat pool at the sheer sound of the metal clanging together, “you’re not the one who’s in charge, baby.”

Your jaw fell slack at the sight that sat before you. There was no doubt in your mind what he was packing, you’d seen the outlines in stolen glances, but damn… This was something else.

“Pedro…” your chest heaved for oxygen as your eyes scanned up and down his cock, easily eight or nine inches, strung up tight and swollen, tip red and already leaking.

“It’s all yours, mama,” he smirked devilishly, “gonna show me what a good girl you can be?”

Speechless, you nodded, looking upwards as you allowed him to scoop you into his arms, planting you in his lap. The heat from his cock burned into your skin sending shockwaves down your spine, teeth gnawing on his bottom lip as his hand planted flat against your back, supporting you with ease.

His free hand slid between your heated bodies, feeling the lace panties you were wearing move to the side to reveal your soaking core. He grunted audibly making you quiver, “fuck, Y/N, all that for me?”

“All for you daddy,” you stated with confidence, “please I’m begging you fuck me,” and there came the submissive that was hidden not so deep in the dark whenever you were around Pedro. You’d be over backwards for that man, happily.

“Alright, mama,” he teased, grasping the length of his cock and gliding it through your soaked folds before teasing your hole, swirling the head around your entrance. Impatient and desperate you couldn’t wait any longer, locking eyes with the older male as you edged backwards slightly, sinking down onto his length and watching his jaw fell slack.

Your eyes rolled back as he stretched you, and stretched you, and pulsed deeper than anyone had ever ventured before.

“Ssh, ssh, I got you,” he lulled you softly, supporting your frame with a tight grip as you gasped at the feeling of his tip writhing deeper, “fuck I can feel you in my fucking stomach!”

He growled deeply, fighting the urge to plunge into you completely at your words, “careful, doll,” he warned, feeling the sensation of the heat, the soaking sensation overtaking the purer side of his mind sinking into the darkness purely to the sound of your wounded breathing, “that’s it, that’s it, you can take it.”

“G-give me a minute,” you swallowed, dampening your dry tongue as you rest your forehead against his, “Jesus Pedro you’re blessed with good genes,” you chuckled softly earning a smile from Pedro as his hands kneaded the skin of your thighs delicately, “all for you to enjoy, mama.”

His lips were tender, soft and slow as he kissed you. There was still heat and desperation, but god it was sensual. Feeling your tongue sliding over his bottom lip gave him the cue you were ready to move, only to hear you gasp as he began to lift you softly and moan in great ease as he sank back into your core.

“You alright, sugar? Can you take it?” He asked sincerely which made you giggle, “I would say don’t flatter yourself but damn you really deserve flattery-“ your breath jumped suddenly as he hit a spot inside you that made your toes curl.

“Here, let me,” he paused for a moment as he braced you, holding you close as he lowered you to the mattress. His hips slipped with ease, grinding against your core in a sensual manner, fucking you just right as your eyes locked.

“God, you’re everything,” he whined, “everything I’ve ever wanted,” his lips darted sideways, hot tongue flattening against the base of your neck before sucking gently, feeling your skin catching on his teeth.

“God, Pedro… my big daddy.”

“Fuck!” His teeth bit down harshly earning a strangled whine to leave your lips as he ploughed into you suddenly, burying himself deep in your core and halting. It was becoming clear it was hard for him to contain himself around you, desperate being far from the word but too afraid to hurt you. And it set your core on fire.

“Pedro, stop holding back,” you turned your head to the side as your arms curled upwards and around his shoulders, “show me what you’ve got.”

Pedro didn’t have to be told twice, muttering a gentle, “please tell me to stop if it gets too much,” before drawing his hips backwards and lunging forwards once more. His cock hit deep within you, exploring uncharted territory over and over again as you lay there, jolting at the heavy pace with gracious moans leaving your lips only egging him on further.

“Y/N, oh Y/N,” he groaned, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” his voice became a mantra, saying your name over and over again as he ploughed into your core, feeling the desperation of needing the pleasure take over and you were more than willing to provide. Knowing he hadn’t been touched in so long only burned your flame brighter.

“God, mama, I’m getting close,” his head reminded buried in your neck, only lifting suddenly to press your foreheads together, hands planting themselves beside your head. He looked down to see your face in the dim lighting of the bedroom, hands sprawled out beside you, breaths bouncing at his unruly thrusts and mouth falling slack, eyes rolling in unison.

“Pedro! Pedro, right there don’t stop!” You yelled, reaching upwards and dragging yourself towards his frame, resting your hand behind you as you moved your hips against his, locking his length inside your core and rocking your hips as though your like depended on it.

“FUCK!” He groaned loudly, panting like an animal in heat as his thrusts became sloppy, “fuck, mama, I need to- I’m gonna cum, let me pull out!”

“It’s okay baby, fill me up.”

“OH GOD! UGH!” and with that you felt your core tighten, squealing with pleasure as you felt the burning in your core, igniting the snap of your coil as you came down his length to the unison of his cock throbbing against your walls, pumping his seed deep within.

Your bodies were slick with sweat, still held close as though you were glued together as you panted softly, hair sticking to one another.

His head departed from your shoulder where it had been resting as he came, drawing it back to face you, “are you alright?”

“More than alright,” you nodded, “don’t worry I’m on the pill and I have plan B,” you sighed softly, “I can see you panicking.”

“I was a little,” he chuckled softly. His breath was hot, heavy and shallow all at the same time as he glanced down towards your glistening lips, pulling you effortlessly closer to kiss you tenderly.

“I love you,” his whispered softly between kisses, thumb drawing circles into the skin of your hip. You drew back suddenly.

“… Do you really?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” he shook his head softly.

“That isn’t because I just gave you the most earth shattering orgasm ever, is it?” You half joked.

“No, but it definitely was earth shattering,” he smiled softly, “I am truly falling in love with you.”

“Ditto, P… I love you too.”

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