#pedro pascal xreader

[melodysbooksstuff]

next door.

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: your dads neighbour is joel miller. he's always been like a second father to you, so when things go south with your boyfriend, he's the only that can help.

warnings: 18+, no outbreak, age gap, foreplay, smut, angst, mentions of abuse, swearing, blood, fighting, edging, choking, p in v, unprotected sex, filth, use of daddy, cum, begging.

A/N: i hope you enjoy this, its one of my first times writing smut so i hope it's up to standard. I didn't go too filthy with this one, a lot of it is fluff. ENJOY! xoxo

part 2:

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You walked down the street, soaking wet clothes clinging to your body, autumn leaves on the ground. The rain was pouring down, hard, and the wind was howling past your body, covering you in goose bumps. why didn't you listen to your dad?

He was right, you were just gonna get hurt, you shouldn't have trusted him. But, you were still young, you just wanted to feel normal for once. You thought that dating would be easy. But i guess not with him.

Your now ex boyfriend was still blowing up your phone. you just wanted to throw it into the road and let it get crushed. But then, you knew, if he couldn't call he would just come to the house. And that's the last thing you wanted.

The rain dripped down your hair and you sobbed harder and harder as you walk back home. you couldn't believe you let yourself get into that situation. You can't help but think about it. It rushed through your brain and you couldn't stop it.

You just wanted to watch a movie. But he was so angry, you don't even know how it happened, it was just so fast. You just remember him raising his had to your face, the force was so strong you fell to the ground with a big thump. then you tried to get away but he held you back. You struggled against him but you felt so weak from the shock. Once you had got away, you ran out of his house so fast.

You just wanted to get home to your dad and let him lecture you about boys. You would agree with him this time and take his advice, so you wouldn't get hurt like that again.

That's when it hit you, your dad. he wasn't home. He was out of town for work, ugh how could you have forgotten. You look up as best you can, rain hitting your face thanks to the harsh winds. You were home, finally.

You ran to the door, fumbling to find your keys. "UGH where are they?!". you were getting frustrated but that didn't last long, you just fell to the floor and cried even harder. it was dark outside and the street lamps didn't help much, so you gave up trying to find your keys and did the next thing you could think of.

You lifted your head and stood up, your legs were shaking along with the rest of your body. You started walking over to your neighbours house, Joel Miller. You had known Joel and Sarah for as long as you lived in that house. For 10 years Joel had been a second father to you, and Sarah was like your little sister. Over the years, you and your dad had built up a relationship with your neighbours, spending many days and nights together, laughing, eating, signing along to Joel playing his guitar. You didn't know what Joel would say to this though. Was this the right thing to do, should you really ask him of this? You didn't want to be a burden.

You shakily lifted your hand to the door, hesitant. You just shut your eyes and knocked. You waited... nothing. Maybe he wasn't home. The lights weren't on.

Your thoughts were interrupted as the hallway light flicked on. You saw a shadow figure come to the door. You stepped back into the rain again, not wanting to seem rude being too close to the door.

Your arms wrapped around your body to try and look a little more presentable, but it didn't do much. Your clothes clung to your body, your make up ran down your cheek's and your hair was a mess.

Joel swung open the door and looked down at you, his eyes widened and his lips parted, you stood in silence for a few seconds before he spoke, "Oh my god Y/N what happened?" he asked. Your brows were furrowed and tears couldn't help but make their way down your face. you tried to talk but all that came out was air. Joel didn't waste any time pulling you into the house and rushing round trying to find something to dry you with. You just stood by the now closed door, listening to the wind turn into thunder.

Joel came back over to you with a towel, he wrapped it around you and you instantly felt warmer. He brought you over to his couch and sat you down. He sat next to you, leaving a gap in hope to make you feel more comfortable.

"Y/N... tell me what happened. take a few deep breaths." He said calmly and sat looking at you with his big doe eyes. God those eyes, they could kill. You had always found Joel attractive, anyone would be crazy not to. You used to have the biggest crush on him years ago, but it settled the more you grew up. But you'd be lying if you didn't still fantasise about him occasionally.

You told him what had happened at your ex's house, you were stumbling over your words and crying whilst he listened. When you had finished your story you couldn't look at him. you felt so stupid.

He got up and added another log to the fire, hoping to heat you up more. He came back over to you, this time a little closer. He noticed the skin under your eye turning into a bruise. You looked at him with a small pout and his heart melted on the spot.

"i hope i didn't wake Sarah" You said, tears slowing down now.

"Oh don't worry, she's staying at a friends tonight, you have nothing to worry about." He grabbed your hand and pulled you up, "come on, lets get you cleaned up"

He guided you to his upstairs bathroom, "Sit on here" He said as he tapped on the counter. You did as he said and pulled yourself up onto the marble counter top. With the towel still wrapped around you and feet dangling over the edge, you watched Joel rummage through his cabinet. His back was turned to you, you couldn't help but stare. The way he filled out his checked shirt, his fluffy hair, his slowly greying beard. What were you doing? You shouldn't be thinking like this, especially now.

He turned to you and you look away quickly, hoping he didn't catch you gawking. He started pouring some alcohol onto a cotton pad. You looked down, but he placed a hand under your chin and slowly, carefully lifted your head to look at him. His eyes focused on your skin, a slight graze under your eye with blue and purple glowing around it. His calloused hand never left your face, he lifted the cotton pad to your eye, "this might hurt a little" he said, you nodded and he started carefully swiping it.

"Ouch! that hurts" You winced

"shhh it's okay baby, this wont take long" he cooed.

Ugh, that name, and his accent. He's called you many sweet names before, and it doesn't get any easier. It's torture.

Your face scrunched up as he pressed the cotton to your cheek, but your tried to focus on something else. Joel took a deep breath "You know, your dad would always vent to me about how much he hated the fact that you were dating this guy. So at least there is one positive to come out of this" he said chuckling slightly at the end.

You smiled a little "Yeah, he's gonna be relieved when i tell him about the break up. But please... don't tell him about this, i don't even wanna imagine how he would react." you looked at him with big pleading eyes. He put down the piece of cotton and started fixing up another one. He furrowed his brows and replied in a huff, "Okay. i wont tell him" he said in defeat. You smiled slightly "Thank you" You replied.

He started stroking the next cotton pad on the bloody scrape on your knee. You winced and hissed, he kept a calm face, but it bothered him to see you in pain. The innocent little girl he used to baby sit was all grown up now, but he still treated you like a china plate. "I'm sorry" he said almost in a whisper. He made his way down to your shin where you had been hurt the most, a huge graze lay over red a purple skin. He placed his hand on your inner thigh in order to keep you still. Your stomach was littered with butterflies and your breath quickened. You hoped he wouldn't notice. He started wiping the area and your face scrunched as you let out a grunt. You grabbed onto his big shoulder and balled your hand into a fist gripping onto his shirt.

"I know honey i know, almost over now" He said lovingly. He gripped onto your thigh a bit harder to steady you, and a blush rose to your cheeks. But at this point you didn't know if it was his hand placement or the pain. He let go of you and pulled the cotton away, you let out a sigh. He started clearing the counter top and you had time to debrief. "Thank you." You said looking up at him with doe like eyes. He could have sworn he was about to crumble then and there. He knew he was in trouble, thinking like that. Wrong couldn't begin to describe his thoughts and fantasies he'd been having recently. You were his best friends daughter, and not to mention way too young for him.

"Don't worry about it. let me get you some dry clothes and ill make you some tea" he said trying not to make eye contact. He stepped away from you and walked out the door and into his bedroom.

You hopped off the counter and hung up the towel on the back of the door. You caught yourself into into the mirror and grimaced, the bruise under your eye was shining under the light, you felt it throbbing, but decided to try and ignore the pain. you heard rustling from the bedroom, and you made your way over.

"Here i have a shirt and some shorts you can wear." He said as he heard you creep in. "Thank you, really" You said shyly.

"Please don't apologise, you have no need to" He said looking down at you. With that, he left you to get changed.

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You made your way downstairs, his shirt dangling above your knees. You were glad he gave you some socks because the floor was cold laminate under your feet. You walked into the kitchen and saw Joel brewing two cups of tea. "Hey, feeling a little better?" He said turning to you. "Yeah thanks, i feel kind of stupid though" You said as you leaned against the counter.

"Hey, you have nothing to feel stupid about. You didn't do anything wrong." He said as he leaned against the opposite counter. He stared down at you in is shirt, damn, it was getting harder to hide his thoughts. "Here, this will help" He handed you the tea and you took a sip. "Thank you" you said for the hundredth time.

"Come on, lets watch something" He said smiling as he strolled over to the living room. You followed after him, you had spent so much time with Joel in the past, but here in a dark room in his shirt, it feels different.

"Now this is a good one" he picked up a DVD box and showed you. "scream? sure" You said with a small smile. It was fitting, the storm outside, the fire, the film, "And... here we go" he said interrupting your thoughts and throwing a blanket over the two of you.

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Half way through the movie, your feet were placed on Joel's lap. you though he would mind, but he didn't seem to care. Your tea was finished and you were feeling tired. All the adrenaline had worn off now. You could feel your eyes drooping slightly, and you could have sworn you felt something on your leg. you looked down to see Joel's hand on your leg rubbing up and down. Suddenly, you weren't so tired anymore. Your eyes fluttered open and you sat up a bit. He didn't stop though, he smoothed over your skin and you could feel slight wetness in your underwear. This is ridiculous, you thought, he's barely touching you. And just like that, his hand made it's way up to your thigh. Your heart rate increased rapidly.

"You okay?" He said looking over at you.

"Yeah fine, just a little tired" You said sheepishly. You sat up fully and he did the same. He stared into your eyes, and you felt mesmerised.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" He said, trying to be a gentleman and not let his intrusive thoughts take over.

"Actually, i think i locked myself out the house. can i stay here for the night?" He almost let out a breath of relief. Not wanting to lose himself, he just nodded "Sure".

"Thanks" You stared at each other for a minute, breathing to calm yourselves.

"I'm sorry, about what happened to you. I swear, i wish i could kill him. But i want to make sure you're okay first." He said sternly and you let out a small giggle.

"Well you've taken great care of me" You replied. He reached out his hand and tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. Your smile faded and you parted your lips. He was so... beautiful in this light.

He didn't quite know what he was doing. He was just so in the moment with you. "You know, we've known each other for so long, i hate seeing you hurt. it kills me" He says. His hand finds yours and he holds it. Warmth floods your body and he stares into your soul with his big brown orbs. "I wish i could take care of you all of the time. i just feel like i have to protect you" he states as he plays around with your hand.

What was he implying? or are you just reading too much into this? Your thoughts flew out your head when he reached his hand to you thigh. Butterflies roam your stomach once more. You stay silent, not wanting to ruin the moment, but your breath quickens. His hand rubs your thigh slightly and your heart feels like its going to explode out your chest.

"You don't have to protect me, but its nice that you want to" You say quietly with a small smile on your face. He lights up, and he edges closer to you. He smiles a little,

"let me protect you" He says.

Your heart drops and you feel him grow closer and closer. You sit there like a statue, too much in shock to do anything. Is he about to... kiss you?

He leans in and grabs your face with both hands, and pulls you in. You close your eyes and he presses his lips to yours. Fireworks go off in your brain, and his too.

No, this isn't right, we can't do this. You pull away and get up off the sofa at the speed of light. "What are you doing? y-you can't do that. it's wrong" you say pacing in front of him. He leans forward on his knees and puts his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry, i shouldn't have done that. please forgive me" He says mumbling a little. You look at him with furrowed brows.

"I'm sorry, this is all my fault i shouldn't have come"

"No please this is my fault, let me make it up to you" He stands up and comes close to you again. You don't step away, you wanted him to kiss you again so badly. You wanted him to do all sorts of things to you, but you didn't want to complicate things. Maybe, this wouldn't be so bad? Maybe you could kiss him one more time?

He placed a hand on your face, "please forgive me". you put your hand on his, and closed your eyes.

"I just don't want to ruin anything" You said.

"You could never"

And with that you leaned up and kissed him so hard he almost fell back from the force. He grabbed at your waist and pulled you in. You were kissing each other like your lives depended on it, both fulfilling a craving that had been going on for far too long. Your hands made their way to his fluffy curls and pulled slightly earning a rough groan from him, it was like music to your ears. He lifted your legs up and hoisted you onto his waist.

he walked over to the couch, breathily talking in between kissing, "Fuck... i'm in trouble."

He plopped you both down onto the couch, and you straddled him. He leaned his head back as you kissed him deeply, and he grabbed at your thighs and worked his way up your ass. You wined and groaned turning you both on even more.

You pulled away for a moment to undo his shirt buttons. He grabbed your hand and you paused. "Are you sure?" He asked looking up at you.

"Yes"

He lifted you and rolled you over so you were underneath him, he ripped off his shirt and yours followed. You ran your hand up his chest, taking his body in. He was happy to see you bra-less under his shirt. You went back to kissing and he worked your shorts off of your body. Then he paused and looked down at you.

"God, you're so beautiful"

You weren't sure this was even happening, it was all so surreal. He started to undo his belt and un-zipped his pants, he pulled down his trousers ever so slightly, enough to let his cock spring out. Your eyes widened and you audibly gulped, you wondered how you would get that thing inside you. He smirked at your reaction and grabbed your hips. He flipped you around so you were on all fours, and his hand came down on your ass, hard. You let out a yelp, from the pleasure.

"It's okay baby girl, i wont hurt you, i'm gonna make you feel so good" He growled. Your cheeks warmed and a small smile came to your face. You wouldn't care if he hurt you, you'd let him do anything to you.

He pulled his trousers off all the way and ran his finger along your clothed folds. "All of this for me baby? So wet. Lets get you warmed up" He pulled your underwear down and slid them off you, you shivered at his touch. You thought you could cum just from the way he looked at you.

Another light slap came down on your ass and you wobbled slightly. He ran his fingers down your folds once more and you let out a moan. "Please Joel, i need you" You said in a whisper tone.

He listened and pushed one of his fingers inside you. You let out a moan and pleasure took over your body. He pumped back and forth and added a finger as he went. Your head was spinning, this man was your neighbour, your dads best friend. But he's making you feel so good.

He drew his fingers out of you, and pushed your head down onto the couch. Your butt was up in the air and you felt so exposed.

"You look so good baby" His words reassured you, and his hand rubbed your ass and up your back. "You're gonna take this dick so well for me aren't you baby girl?"

"Yes daddy" - You stopped, words caught in your throat. Your eyes widened. You didn't mean to say that it just slipped out. What's he going to think? You thought about how you'd just ruined the whole thing, until,

"That's right baby, say it again." He growled.

You were even more shocked than before, he liked it? You liked it too, a little too much.

"Yes daddy" You said again, making him grunt. He wasted no more time dragging his cock down your pussy and lining it up with your hole. Your breath hitched in your throat, nervous about his size.

"Take some deep breaths baby, don't be nervous." You tried to listen and do what he said, and took some breaths, but it was hard to stay calm. He pushed his member slowly into you, inch by inch. You let out an audible gasp. "Fuck baby, you're so tight" He purred. You took it so well and tried not to move, there was slight pain at first but he moved slowly and the pleasure overcame the pain.

You were both a moaning hot mess, he reached over and grabbed a fistful of your hair, holding your head back which only made you moan more. His other hand dug into your hip, forcing you back with every thrust. He pounded into you hard and fast, he was worried he wouldn't hold out for long.

"You're loosening up baby, that's a good girl"... FUCK, how would you last if he kept talking like that? The sound of him slapping against you was so loud. He was rough with you, pounding into you harshly. His cock filled you up so well, and your legs turned into jelly as he slammed into you. You were screaming out like you never had before. Joel held a proud smirk, making you moan like that was a trophy to him. He let go of your hair and slowly pulled out of you, grabbing both hips and flipping you over onto you back. Before you could move, he grabbed your throat and held you down as he slipped his cock back into you. You were whining again in no time. He pounded into you and you grabbed onto his strong arms for support.

"Fuck Joel, it feels so good." You stated, and his hand tightened on your throat. Hearing his name come out your mouth like that was like hearing his favourite song.

"That's right baby, you're doing so well." He said back. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he came down to your level. He moved his hand up to your jaw and pulled you in for a kiss. His tongue slipped past your lips and swirled around your mouth. "Open wide" He said, pulling away for a split second. You did as he asked, not sure what was coming next. He brought his mouth to yours and spit into it. "Swallow" He stated, You did as you were told, enjoying the dominance of it. His spit slid down your throat and you shivered in pleasure.

He pulled you up and you straddled him, never leaving your pussy. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he started lifting you up and down his cock. You helped him a little, moving your body. Your fingers fell into his hair, and his face softened. You pressed you forehead against his and he looked into your eyes, his hands pulled you in closer to his body. His lips made their way to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting creating a mark near your collar bone.

"What would your dad say? if he saw us right now. If he saw me fucking his little girl." You knew it shouldn't, but it got you so close. This was filthy, and he knew it too. But the way it made you moan, he knew it did something to you.

"God, I'm so close daddy, i can't hold it much longer" You said looking at him with watery eyes.

"Good girl, when you feel it, i want you to ask me for permission okay?"

"Yes daddy"

He got into a better position and threw you under him, taking your throat in his hand yet again. He looked into your eyes as he thrusted hard, he was so deep, hitting your G spot every time. Then you saw his hand glide down to your clit, rubbing in circles. Euphoria took over your body and you couldn't hold it anymore.

"Please, can i cum daddy? i can't hold it." You squeaked.

"Just a little longer baby girl, i'm almost there" His words didn't help, they just brought you closer. You could feel that familiar feeling grow in your abdomen. But you held back as long as you could.

"Please daddy... let me cum" He grabbed your throat harder, making you light headed. He thrusted even quicker, not thinking it was possible. You could hear both of you breathing, moaning, whining.

"That's my girl, take it." He said, looking deep into your eyes. "You can cum for me baby girl. Cum all over daddy's cock."

That sent you over the edge, his fingers getting rougher on your clit, you relaxed and let your orgasm rush over you. He quickly placed a hand over your mouth as you screamed. You felt his thrusts get sloppy, and he grunted over and over again. The next thing you felt was hot liquid spirting into you. You both started to slow as your orgasms came to a stop. He removed his hand and placed it under your head, lifting you up to his mouth as he placed a deep kiss your mouth.

Your fingers ran through his hair and he pulled out of you slowly. "Come here baby girl, let's get you cleaned up". God, he did everything so right. He pulled his trousers back on and picked you up, your arms fell around his neck. You stared at his features on your way to the bathroom. He was so beautiful, you wished you could have done this sooner, instead of wasting time with someone else. You were still in complete shock that this was real.

He placed you on the side of the bathtub and wiped you down with tissue and wipes. You were so sensitive, it made you shiver. "Sorry baby" He said, noticing the sensitivity. He grabbed the towel you had used earlier and dried you. Once he was finished, he pick you back up and took you to his bed.

"Here, put these on" He handed you some of his pyjamas, and you threw them on. He got into a a pair himself. "You look so cute in my clothes" He said wit a smile on hi face and drew closer to you.

"You look so cute in your clothes too" You laughed. His smile stayed on his face as he guided you to the bed.

"Lets get some sleep baby girl, we have a busy morning tomorrow" He said, both of you lying down.

"We do?" You asked, confused.

"Yeah, we gotta figure out a way to keep this a secret from your dad" He said with a laugh. You looked at him, smiling.

"I won't tell if you won't" You said, stroking a finger across his beard. He pulled you in, closer than you've ever been. You could smell his cologne, along with his natural scent. It was heaven. You never in a million years thought you would be in Joel Millers bed... cuddling.

"Get some sleep baby girl" He cooed, and you wrapped round his body. He seemed to enjoy it, and pulled you closer. Soon enough, you both drifted to sleep in each others arms

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part 2?

#fanfic #xreader #imagine #pedro pascal #smut #joel miller #the #the last of us #joel tlou

[anemoxlys]

Oberyn Martel x reader x Ellaria Sand

This is purely self indulgent as I have fallen down the Pedro Pascal rabbit hole (I partially blame DVCREE’s edit on Tik Tok -watch it if you haven’t it’s worth it-)

Word Count: 1.3K or 1,298 Warnings: Illian Payne, abuse (hitting from Illian Payne and Sandor Clegane), Joffrey, beheading, forced marriage (initial) This will be a several part series I just want to see if anyone is intrested before I release the entire fic in one go <3

“Sansa…” You whispered, throat tightening in horror as you stared up at the head of your father sat upon one of the spikes. Tears slowly began to fall from your eyes as you backed away from the ledge, the height of it now being the least of your concerns. “Dog look she’s crying!” You heard Joffrey laugh from somewhere behind you. “M’lady?” You heard the voice of Sandor Clegane speak from beside you before his hand reached for your arm and you flinched away, eyes not leaving the spike. “Y/N, we have to go.” Sansa muttered, grasping your hand in her own before a scream left her lips. “I could just drop you, you know.” Joffrey laughed insanely as Illian Payne grasped your wrists and held you over the ledge at the King’s command. “Sansa!” You screamed, fear clinging to you as you once again began to cry. “Y/N! My Lord, please help her!” Sansa pleaded, tears of her own once again falling down her cheeks. “As my future wife asks.” Joffrey smirked, an evil glint of malice flashing in his eyes. 

“I could have you killed right here, just like your father! Would you like your head to be put up beside him or should I ship it to your bastard brother?” Joffrey sneered as you flinched further and further away from the crossbow that was pointed at your head. “My lord please…” You began before you heard the bolt be loaded and you paled. “She is wearing far too many layers is she not dog?” Joffrey laughed, motioning with the weapon towards the hound. “My lord?” He started before Joffrey interrupted him, “Remove them won’t you?” Your body visibly stiffened as your hands began to tremble. The hound remained as he was, refusing to move and with a small tantrum Joffrey soon demanded Illian Payne do the deed. “Get away from me!” You cried as rough hands grasped at the fabric of your dress. “No!” You shrieked as the tearing sound began. Suddenly it all stopped and, for a brief moment, you were safe before the beatings began. Looking over your shoulder you realised it was Sandor. “I apologise m’lady it’ll hurt less than that bastard.” He muttered before the hits continued. 

At some point you blacked out as you awoke several hours later back in your chambers with dressings on your wounds. “My lady you must rest.” You heard a familiar voice speak from beside you. Immediately, you crept back and away from the voice, muscles tense, until you saw who the voice belonged to and you calmed as much as life at King’s Landing would allow. “Tyrion…” You whispered before tears began to fall down your cheeks. “I want to go home…” You wept as the lord slowly stepped closer to you. “I know… my lady I know.” He sighed in response, taking your hand in both of his.

A few nights passed and before you knew it Joffrey’s name day arrived. You dressed as you always did, spoke nothing as per usual, left your hair down just like any other day and skipped breakfast to avoid the Lannisters. 

Your day only began to differ when the jousting tournament began, and that started as they always did- Illian Payne and the Hound gaining victory after victory. Until a new contestant entered the arena that is. The way his body moved was mesmerising, almost like a dance. The motions reminded you ever so much of flowing water. “The Dornish Prince, Prince Oberyn.” Tyrion explained to you, noticing how entranced you appeared to be with the man. “He moves very beautifully, does he not?” You asked, a soft smile gracing your lips for the first time in what felt like a millenia. “Indeed.” The Lord agreed, both of you failing to notice the raven haired woman in the crowd staring curiously up at you.

That night celebrations of the King’s Name Day could be heard throughout the citadel, most however celebrated the victory of the Dornish Prince against Illian Payne after his victory against Sandor Clegane. 

You walked silently past the Red Viper and the woman sat beside him in an attempt to escape the banquet hall when a whining voice reached your ears, causing you to flinch slightly where you stood now still. “Where do you think you’re going Stark? We will miss you ever so much, come give us a show like you did before or should I get Illian Payne to show you how again?” Joffrey snickered as chuckles and laughter followed the King’s remarks. “Apologies, the lady was just on her way to me.” You heard an unfamiliar voice reply on your behalf. Upon looking in the direction of the voice you rapidly found it’s owner as none other than the Prince of Dorne himself as the woman sat beside him raked her eyes up and down your body. 

“Thank you, my prince.” You quietly spoke, nodding your head at the two attractive people before you. “It is of no bother to me, what is your name?” Oberyn returned, motioning for you to sit beside him. “Y/N Stark, of Winterfell, my prince.” You answered, the usual homesick feeling creeping into your stomach at the mention of the homeland you so wished to return to. “A gorgeous name, much befitting of its owner.” The Prince complimented before motioning to the woman sitting beside him, “This is Ellaria Sand, mother of all eight of my daughters back in Dorne.” “Eight daughters, that must be difficult, I can only imagine how difficult it was for my parents with my two sisters and I.” You replied, sitting down beside the Prince of Dorne. “They are angels. They do not cause any trouble.” Ellaria answered, standing to walk behind you and seat herself beside you instead of Oberyn. 

The conversation, although mildly awkward, was interesting and flirtatious, you on the receiving and viewing end, and was regrettably cut short by a clanging of metal against glass. “People!” Joffrey’s voice cut through the peaceful, mindless discussion you were so much enjoying. “As a celebration of my name day I would like to announce an alliance of two houses. After much consideration I believe it to be the benefit and advantage of everyone involved. After all, the people of Dorne can hardly tell the difference between sheep and women anyway, so how hard is it to confuse a cow with a woman?” The king attempted to joke as a few nervous laughs flew across the room. “The proposal is between our esteemed champion and guest, Oberyn Martell and the cow of the narrative Y/N Stark.” The king finished as actual laughter reached people’s lips. 

You remained frozen in place, the only part of you that moved being your shaking hands before you stood up and quickly left the banquet hall. 

“You can’t go to Dorne!” Sansa muttered, clasping your hands in her own- preventing you from continuing to pack your meagre belongings into a bag. “I must Sansa.” You replied, tears once again pricking at your eyes. “Do not let them see you cry little sister.” Sansa whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling you into an embrace. “No matter what, you will always be my sister. You will always be a Stark.” She murmured, tears of her own falling from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. “I know. I will miss you dear sister.” You admitted, clinging ever closer to your older sister, in a feeble attempt to never let go, to never leave. “First father, then Arya, then Robb and Mother, now you. Stay safe. I do not think I could manage another family member leaving forever.” You whispered, kissing her cheek before you pulled away, dried your eyes and made for the door. 

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x reader #oberyn x reader #oberyn #oberyn martel #oberyn martel x reader #x reader #xreader #game of thrones #got #game of thrones x reader #got x reader #ellaria sand #oberyn x ellaria #ellaria sand x reader #lord tyrion #king joffrey #sandor clegane x reader #illian payne #fanfic #got fanfic

[mac-and-cheese21]

Joel Miller x FEM! Reader Fic RECS (will probably update as time goes on)

TUMBLR

Something to Fight For by @auteurdelabre 

Yearling by @justagalwhowrites

Breakout (Boxer! Joel x Fem Reader) by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Five Days by @morallyinept

AO3

Jungle’s Law by Cinnamonacid

Love Thy Neighbor by Cinnamonacid

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #tlou #the last of us #xreader #x reader #joel miller x fem reader #fic recs #fanfic rec #fic recs anyone? #pedro pascal character

[h0unds-of-h3ll]

𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓼

❝ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲. 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨. 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐣-T. ❞

𝑻𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒕™

⚝ 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓻: 𝓘 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒻𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹, 𝒽𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓍𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝓘’𝓂 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁. 𝓗𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓘 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒶𝒷𝑜𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀. 𝓘’𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓘 𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝒻𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑜𝓊𝓈. 𝓘𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓘’𝓂 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁. 𝓜𝓎 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎.

𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓃, 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉, 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔.

𝒩𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒.

�� 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

#xreader #fanfic #smut #angst #h0unds of h3ll #h0unds of h3ll works #Elvis #Jensen ankles #Jared padalecki #Oscar Isaac #misha collins #Chris evans #Sebastian Stan #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #moon knight #Tom hiddleston #Pedro pascal

[samstclair]

Fanfic Masterlist (Oldest-Latest)

So y'all don't have to scroll through my bible-length posts. ALWAYS updating ;) xoxo, Sam St. Clair

Aaron Taylor-Johnson's Butter

Johnny Knoxville's Valentine, Hasan Piker's Beyblade

Nathan Fielder's Frenchie

Javier Peña's Klepto

Kendall Roy's Princess

Pedro Pascal's Thespian

Tommy Shelby's Barmaid

Tony Soprano's Goomah

#fanfiction #fanfic #tommy shelby fanfic #fan fiction #pedro pascal #narcos #x reader #imagine #fluff #xreader #adult themes #johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #hasan piker #hasanabi #hasan piker x reader #aaron taylor johnson #Aaron Taylor johnson x reader #atj #nathanforyou #nathan fielder #Nathan Fielder x reader #javier peña #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x you #Javier pena x reader #javier pena smut #narcos fanfiction #kendall roy x reader

[theydjarin]

@ people posting x Reader content, why can’t you put your stories behind a readmore or just fucking use ao3 like the rest of us pleaseeeeeee

#pedro pascal #din djarin #javier peña #idk I fucjing forgot the rest #I’ve been blocking people for doing this for WEEKS now but I’m still seeing so many posts every day please I beg #nobody else in fandom does this so much. it’s just y’all. please please if you’re going to be a part of fandom take the time to understand #fandom norms and etiquette #not everyone who’s into Pedro or even these characters is into xreader #and the people who are into it deserve the chance to opt in as well ESPECIALLy if it’s got sensitive content in it

[1donoow]

CELEBRITY REC

PT.1

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

stray kids

timothee chalamet

ryan reynolds

bella ramsey

oscar issac

pedro pascal

justin h. min

joseph quinn

harry styles

tom holland

stray kids

@fluffylino - Stray Kids reaction to when you tell them to get on their knees

- skz finding out you're touch starved

@cosmic-railwayxo - denying them kisses for a challenge

- skz and back hugs

@locallixie - stray kids' reactions to their dog protecting their s/o.

@dreamescapeswriting - you randomly buy him flowers

- their crush having a unique talent

@serendipitouxs - when you wear their merch around them for the first time

@emithecharmer - skz you two meet at isac

@kim-seung-mo - 24hr after your death

@blue-jisungs - you're an artist

- them flirting with you at isac2022

@mazeinthemiroh - stray kids reaction to their s/o being an ace in their idol group

- stray kids with a stylist s/o

@hwangsify - domesticity hc

- them as highschool bfs

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felix

@milkybonya - stupid o'clock

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seungmin

@rachalixie - sleepy seungmin

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timothee chalamet

@timmymyluv - wired autocomplete interview

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ryan reynolds

@piggyjeans - graduation (teen!reader)

@liberty-barnes - (y/n) meets walker scobell (y/n lively-reynolds)

@adorecline - the crush (daughter!reader)

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bella ramsey

@ell1ovr - movies and cuddles

@xhollandlilsx - interview shenanigans

@loverwebs - the perfect pair

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oscar issac

@moonxknightx - don't shave your beard

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pedro pascal

@amazonabxtch - nervous

@soulofapatrick - behind the scenes

@talaok - will you kiss me?

@valkyrieromanoff - interview

@matcha-kathrin - strangers

@pascallatte - slip-ups

- oi, pedro

@neo-nomatrix - too sweet to be mine

@judysxnd - picture you take of pedro

- proofs that pedro pascal and y/n l/n are dating pt.2

- you steal pedro's clothes

@imaginesbymonika - pure honey

@lovrre - your camera roll dating pedro pascal pt.2

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justin h. min

@xreader-writing - the best (not) couple

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joseph quinn

@thisisntmyrightera - leave me alone,get your stella

@evans-heaven - touch

@ygrworld - the little habits

@dreamsweetener - puppy giving

@hellfireloser - don't fret it

@quinnfender - ___

@hellenquiinn - needy baby

@joekeeryswife - comic con

@talaok - ___

- bad influence

@indouloureux - ___

- ___

- ___

- habits

- dojacat

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harry styles

@lovecanyon - caught in act(ceo!harry)

- curious gazes

- y/n's fans

@alittletaste - cravings

@harrysmimi - we all make mistakes

- lunch time

@secret-rendezvous1d - sick harry hc

@stylesberries - rainbow cardigan

@glitteredrry - 5 ways harry mentions you on stage

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mcu cast

@morizoras-cave - little coworker (child co-star!reader)

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tom holland

@morizoras-cave - brother from another mother (teen co-star!reader)

@liberty-barnes - (y/n) lively-reynolds take a lie detector test

- things tom does for y/n,always

#masterlist #celebrity rec #stray kids x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #ryan reynolds x reader #bella ramsey x reader #oscar issac x reader #pedro pascal x reader #justin h. min x reader #joseph quinn x reader #harry styles x reader #tom holland x reader

[lionlena]

Hate run, love speed (Pedro Pascal x racing driver f!reader) part 3/?

Pedro Pascal x racing driver f!reader

Summary: You accidentally pick up a hitchhiker who turns out to be Pedro. You hear from him that he’s not a fan of racing and thinks drivers don’t do much… Then he finds out you’re a rally driver.

Warnings: swearing, small angst, mention of risk of accident and death,abuse from men (but not Pedro!) …

A/N: I’m not an expert on car racing and rally drivers, but I’ve always dreamed of becoming one. So please don’t take anything I write about racing and cars seriously. English is not my native language so I apologize for any mistakes. This is my first xreader so… I’m dying here.

*

Pedro wanted to see you after the race but his agent offered him a lift. He was sure he'd see you anyway, so he decided to be patient.

But he didn't expect to meet you any sooner than he expected. When he saw a familiar looking car, he slowed down. And then he stopped as he recognized a figure standing by the open engine hatch.

It had to be fate.

*

Sleeping on the couch all night wasn't the best idea.You woke up sore this morning, but at least you didn't oversleep. You calmly ate your breakfast, drank coffee and put on your favorite T-shirt. It was going to be a pretty good day.

(yes, this shirt)

 You were listening to your favorite song on the way to the track when suddenly the oil level light came on.

"Huh?"

You were really surprised. You regularly checked the levels of all fluids in the car. Besides, it was Mando. Your reliable car.

You pulled over to the side of the road, hoping it was just a mistake. When you opened the engine hood you knew it was bad. You immediately noticed traces of an oil leak. You could only guess that the oil line was damaged. The engine was hot, so you couldn't check it further. You groaned and held the bridge of your nose. You were sure you were going to be late.

You were about to call one of the mechanics when a black off-road Mercedes-Benz pulled up right next to you. That was weird. People rarely cared about other drivers. But when you saw who got out of the car, you were out of breath.

Pedro smiled broadly.

"Hi. Need a ride?"

You wanted to pinch yourself. How could you be so lucky to meet him again.

You were so stunned that you replied:

"My car is broken."

Yeah, as if it wasn't obvious.

He laughed and replied:

"Yeah, cars break down."

"Yes, but not Mando."

He frowned slightly and you realized you'd said it out loud.

"I'm assuming because it's silver."

"And reliable," you mumbled.

Pedro stepped closer to you, glancing at the engine.

"Hmm... I assume this place is just cursed."

"What?"

He was so close to you that you could smell his cologne. And oh... He was even more handsome than when you first met. Probably because his hair wasn't wet from the rain this time. And he wore a well-fitting blue shirt.

"It's almost the same place my car stopped yesterday," he replied.

You looked around and actually... It was almost the same place.

"Wow... It's actually cursed."

You both started laughing.

"Okay, lock the car and get your stuff."

You blinked in surprise.

"Umm, no. I can't. You're in a hurry for sure. I'll be fine.”

He shook his head and opened the passenger side door.

"Yes, I'm in a hurry. I'm supposed to meet my new co-star... at the racetrack."

"Ooo... Uh. Ok."

You quickly closed the engine hood, grabbed your bag and locked the car. Pedro was still standing there with a big smile and holding the door for you. You blushed a bit at the thought of what a gentleman he was. As you two moved on, you really wanted to ask him more about this mysterious co-star, but Pedro started the conversation.

"Look, I'm really sorry I said yesterday that racing isn't a sport and drivers don't do anything. I don't know why I said that. I guess it's because I used to swim and... God it was so much work and I finally gave up because I was too lazy."

You couldn't hide your slight giggle. Why did he have to be so cute? You couldn't be mad at him even if you wanted to.

"Really, you don't need to apologize anymore. I understand. Every profession has its pros and cons. Honestly, I don't think acting is for lazy people either. You know, all those late-night shoots, interviews, movie promotions. It's also a lot of work."

He looked at you for a moment.

"So you're not pretending you don't know who I am anymore?"

"Literally, a few minutes ago you heard that my car's name is Mando. Does it make sense to hide that I've seen your series and movies?"

"I don't think so. So, is any of your cars named Pedro?"

He winked at you, and you couldn't believe how much he was enjoying it.

"No," you replied quickly. "I only name my cars after fictional characters, and basically... I only have two. Mando and my racing car. And then there's the replacement car but someone named it Iron for Iron Man, and it stayed that way."

Pedro smiled mischievously.

"So what's the name of the racing one?"

"Trade secret," you replied quickly.

This amused him even more. He wasn't going to let go.

"Oberyn."

"What, no? How did you come to that?"

"Because it's yellow."

You were speechless for a moment. You realized that he must have watched the race the day before since he knew what color your car was.

"Javier," you replied with a slight sigh. "Because he's mean and he smokes a lot."

Pedro laughed out loud and... It was such a wonderful sound. Much better than in the videos you've seen.

Suddenly you realized you were already there. You thought Pedro was about to say goodbye to you, but he went straight to the track with you. When you saw your sponsors, you started to suspect that it was all connected somehow.

You were not wrong.

"Oh, there are our stars!" Tom shouted. "I see you two have already met."

"Yes," answered Pedro.

You looked at them completely surprised.

"I don't quite understand what's going on?"

Tom grabbed your hand and said:

"Pedro didn't tell you? You will play with him in...”

"NO!" you growled.

Seeing the surprised and sad face of Pedro, you decided to control your anger.

“I already told you that I am not an actress and advertising is not for me. Pedro is a great actor, but playing with someone like me, we will all come off badly."

You saw that Pedro was about to say something, but Henry beat him to it.

"Leave it to me. Y/N, let's go aside."

Henry grabbed your elbow gently and dragged you a few feet away. Then he asked:

"What do you want? New car, better parts for the old one, more money?"

You ignored his questions.

"Why don't you hire some actress?"

The man moaned.

"Y/N you must understand that this is a business and we don't have unlimited budget. We can't afford two professional, in-demand actors. No offense but you're not going to cost us that much. But it's not just about the money. We need authenticity. We want our customers to truly believe that our cars are for women who break stereotypes."

You groaned and shook your head, but Henry didn't let go.

"Look, if our profits go up, then... Next season, we're going to hire a different coach. The one you choose."

You looked at him shocked.

"For real?"

"Yes. Think about the advantages. You'll make extra money, you'll get more fans, you'll get rid of Ben... And don't tell me you don't want to play with a hottie like Pedro Pascal."

"Uh... All right."

"Ok. Let's go work out the details. Don't worry about training. I already told Ben you're off today."

Henry clapped his hands and gave the others a thumbs up. You got the strange feeling that Pedro beamed, as if he was really glad that you agreed.

What were you supposed to do? The offer was really tempting. You could only profit.

What could have gone wrong?

*

When you were talking to your friend in the evening, her excitement was vibrating on the phone.

"This is fucking awesome news!"

"I don't know," you replied skeptically.

"What is wrong? It's like a dream come true and you sound like someone just killed your puppy."

You rubbed your temples. How were you supposed to explain it?

"It's just too much. Sure, I dreamed of meeting Pedro... Like millions of other women, but that's it. I'm having a good season and all I wanted to do was just ride and win. I have a race in Spain in two weeks, then France... And I'm not an actress."

"Hey, listen," your friend's voice was calm and reassuring, "it's just an advertisement… Several two-minute spots.  Professionals don't always play in commercials. Besides, you said Pedro offered to help you."

"Yeah, when he gets the script, he'll call me and we'll meet."

"Oh, and thats great. Everything will be fine. You manage to keep your nerves at a speed of 200 km / h and you can't cope playing alongside... the hottest actor of this year!"

"Uhhh... You're not helping!"

Your friend laughed and you joined her.

Eventually her excitement started working on you. You started to think that this might actually be a fun adventure. In a few years you'll be able to say that you played with Pedro Pascal himself.

*

Part 2: https://lionlena.tumblr.com/post/717038721131855872/hate-run-love-speed-pedro-pascal-x-racing-driver

A/N: Please reader remember never to get into a car with strangers.... Unless it's Pedro Pascal :D

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal headcanon #javier pena #narcos #oberyn martell #mando

[greenandsorrow]

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

Also riding and praise kink

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pedro bites his lip as he imagines you against him.

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

"Don't call me that."

"Fuck~"

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

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

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

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

"All the more reason to do it now~"

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

A moment of staring at each other with intent passes.

Pedro locks the door and you close the curtains.

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

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

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

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

He mumbles something under his breath.

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

"Now we're talking."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You moan loudly against his chest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"P- Pedro... I~"

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

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

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

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

"Oh, baby doll!"

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

Noticing his apprehension you cease riding him for a moment.

"Need to catch your breath?"

He simply nods.

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

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

Running his fingers through your hair, he smirks mischievously.

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

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

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

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

Your moans echo in the space you two occupy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh... Oh God~"

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

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

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

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

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Impulse: El Ojo (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Summary: Top of your class, the DEA have sent you to Colombia to be the poster child for their new ‘placement program’. You’re thrown in at the deep end into the drug war. With Agent Peña as your mentor, what could possibly go wrong? 

Warnings: swearing, injury to reader, alcohol and drug abuse, threatening with guns, brief mentions of torture, description of injury and blood, unwanted touching, flirting, bad thought processes (addiction). PINK SHIRT 

Word Count: 5k 

A/N: Had a little change of plan last week, this is now the final chapter of this series. I am so sad to end it now, I’ve loved writing this so much. My first time writing for Narcos so thank you so much for all the support y’all I’ve given me with this. I love you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter!! 

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You were on a winning streak. Since you’d found the list of sicarios and matched that up with the more current information, you’d presented it to Carrillo and surprisingly he was on board. With his help, you had brought down five, admittedly low level but increasingly more valuable, sicarios. If you didn’t think about the torture and abuse each of them undertook once captured, used to break them into more telling more information, you could say you were doing a good job. Escobar’s organisation was shaking. You were coming for him. 

You and Steve leant against a wall, soaking up the sunshine chatting amongst yourselves when you saw Javier arrive. You hadn’t expected him to come at all, having disappeared without a word early on in the morning. He parked his truck close by, walking over to you and Steve with his vest in hand. You grinned and jabbed Steve when you saw the shirt Javi was wearing. 

The pink shirt had been a long-standing joke since you’d found it in his closet a few months ago. He had many colourful shirts, was known for them, but the pink one always seemed like another level. You and Steve teased him about it constantly, though you had to admit it did look good on him now. Javi scowled when he saw you and Steve’s mischievous grins, immediately realising his mistake. 

“I know you get called the Whore of Bogata but you don’t need to dress like it! Jesus christ Javi!” You fanned yourself with your hand, grinning at him, “really I’m going to need a minute,” Javi flipped you off as you laughed hard.  

“Shut up, I look great,” He grumbled. 

“Just thinking about the poor flamingo you rinsed for that colour,” Steve joined in the teasing, shaking his head sadly. 

“You are just jealous you could never pull this colour off,” Javi said smugly. You laughed.

“Maybe you shouldn’t come out today, could be quite distracting,” You said, pretending to be thoughtful. Javi’s frowned, only making you and Steve laugh more, “Aw don’t get pissy, Baby. We love you really” You teased him in a mocking voice, pouting at him. “You and your flamboyant choices,” You ruffled his hair up as you passed him. He tried to duck out the way but you caught him. He shoved you away, muttering expletives under his breath. You skipped a few paces out of his reach, flipped him off. 

“L/n!” Somebody called your name across the street, one of the technicians you’d been talking to before Javier arrived. You left Steve and Javier to talk. 

The technician explained the problem again, showing you the options for moving forward. It was quite common that things would go wrong before any kind of mission. Today was no different, the technicians had lost a signal and were now not sure that the address you had swarmed was correct.  

You chewed your nails while you thought. You could risk getting the wrong house, letting the sicarios know you were on to them and you’d lose them again. You could come back another day, but risk losing them again. Or you could ransack some innocent person's house and have Carrillo on your ass for ruining his reputation in the one week he’d left you in charge. 

 If you messed this up it would mean your stronghold would be lost. There would be time for them to work out what was going on and move everything again. 

At a loss, you excused yourself needing to take a break and a few minutes alone to think without soldiers trying to put in their two cents. 

As your work life had become more stressful over the last months. You had found some relief in, ironically, coke. It wasn’t a habit you were trying to form, but you had learnt just what good taking just a little bit could do for you. It quietened down your worried brain and made you simultaneously more aware of everything. You were better when you were just a little bit high.  

You had started keeping a small amount in your pocket. Hidden in a small sewing tin in your jacket pocket, you had started keeping a little coke on you especially for moments like this. You could take it, have a breather, and come back with a solution. It was fine. Nobody would know. 

You’d spotted a cafe across the road, and hoped they had a restroom. You gave an excuse to the soldier you’d been talking to and walked across the street.

“Oi Rookie!” Javi called as he noticed you walk past on the opposite side of the street. “Where are you going?” 

“Going to the bathroom. Women’s issues,” You called back, Javi and Steve grimaced. That was always the best excuse.

While you wouldn’t do it at the compound you didn’t have any reservation here. You’d been itching for a hit all morning and there was only so much more you could take. You walked into the cafe, asked for the direction of the restroom, and locked the door behind you once you were inside. Small, dark and stinking of pee, it was not the best place but hygiene wasn’t particularly an issue you were worried about. 

You tipped a small amount from the box onto the sink counter, lined it up with a card from your pocket, bent down and took it up your nose. You grimaced, while it had burnt your nose somewhat it still stung. But it was worth it when the feeling began to kick in. You smiled at your reflection and double-checked your appearance in the mirror, wiping your nose. Nobody could ever tell. 

As usual, the drug kicked your brain into gear again and everything fell into place. The raid went brilliantly, by pure coincidence you’d bagged two sicarios in one as your original target had invited your next round for dinner with his new girlfriend. Your plan well into the swing of things now, much to everyone’s surprise. 

—

Like every weekend for the last three months, you were going out. The line between enemies and friends was long since blurred, hanging out with ‘Isabela’s’ friends was not an issue. Most of the time you weren’t even trying to get anything from them, you’d got what you needed months ago. As fun as Javier and Steve were, it was much more enjoyable to hang out with people your age. And they wouldn’t give you cocaine, María had it on tap. 

You were dressed up, recently treating yourself to a new outfit as a job well done. A black off the shoulder top, covered in lace, and a little black mini skirt. You felt sexy, you were going to have a very good night. 

“Rookie!” Javier called out to you as he came out of the apartment building. You were standing outside waiting for a taxi, smoking a cigarette.

“Javi, baby, you’re looking slick! Where are you going?” You checked him out. He wore his signature tight blue jeans and an equally tight black shirt that was almost bursting at the seams. He looked incredible, as he always did. 

You were thankful that things had gone back to normal between you and Javier. The awkward stepping around each other had gone, you weren’t jealous. You acknowledged you would probably always like him a little more than was professional but that had fallen into a fun flirty banter that more than anything just wound Steve up.

You found yourself calling him Baby more than his name, it’d started as a joke to get back at him for always calling you Rookie but now it was so commonplace people had stopped picking you up on it if it slipped out while you were working.  

It was fun. You cared for each other, that was clear to even a blind man, but there was no romanticism to the relationship anymore. There was no need. It wasn’t good for either of you. You’d found a comfortable rhythm and were going to stick to it. 

“Out,” He shrugged, “That’s a new top,”

“You noticed?” 

 “Course, can’t keep my eyes off you,” He purred, happily playing along with your game. 

“Thought you’d be more interested in the skirt,” 

“Will you two quit it?” Steve’s voice interrupted your flirting as he walked down the stairs. You barked in laughter. 

“Steve! So it’s a boys night I see? Where was my invite?” 

“Figured you’d have your own plans,” Steve said. 

“And you are correct Murphy but it’s always polite to ask,”

 “Next time,” He assured you. “Where are you going tonight?” 

“I don’t know. Some club, El Ojo or something?” You shrugged, “Seeing as this is maybe Isabela’s last time out I am going to go out with a bang, literally,” You raised an eyebrow, insinuation of your worlds made Steve roll his eyes. 

You were hoping within the next few weeks to be able to close in on some higher level sicarios and associates to Escobar. Drawing the noose in slowly so he wouldn’t notice until it’d choked him. That meant your position as Isabela was going to have to come to an end to keep you safe from your own program. You’d discussed it at length with Peña and Murphy, while you didn’t agree you had to listen to them. They were still your superiors after all, no matter how close friends you were. 

“If you told past you you were going to willingly sleep with a Narco I think you would have passed out,” Steve laughed. 

“I’m a changed woman Murphy, what can I say,” You smirked, “Imagine what I’ll be like by the end of the year,” 

“God help us,” Javier shook his head, a smirk plastered on his face. You laughed and stubbed out your cigarette with your shoe as your taxi pulled around the corner. 

“Here’s my ride. Have a good night, boys. I will be back in the morning,”

 —

El Ojo was just as María had told you. Modern and smoke-filled, people were filling every inch of the space. You walked in and couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. This was exactly what you needed. Crowds were anonymous, nobody cared who you were or what you were doing. Everyone was just there for one reason, to have a good time. 

You ordered a drink at the bar, flirting with the man next to you briefly before taking the drink and finding your friends. As usual, they were up in the VIP area, courtesy of the Parreño name. You walked up and were let inside the cordoned-off area to find Diego stood up on his seat, wild-eyed, shouting about something. It wasn’t until you got closer that you heard what he was saying. 

“I’m telling you Isabela is lying!” He shouted above the music. 

“What’s going on?” You asked. None of the ten people surrounding the booth noticed your approach, their eyes shifting awkwardly when they saw you. 

“You! You’re a liar!” Diego pointed down at you, hatred burning behind his eyes. 

“What is going on?” You asked again. You looked around for María, she was usually the one to step between you and Diego, but she was nowhere to be seen. This was not the kind of conversation you’d wanted for this evening. 

“You were the only one to survive that raid at Carlos’,” He continued, jumping off the couch to your level,  “That fucking maniac Carrillo killed everyone but you! You’re working with them, aren’t you?” 

“You’ve lost it,” You rolled your eyes, “Completely lost it,”

“You don’t deny it!” He yelled. You gulped, trying not to look scared of the man but the rage in his eyes was shaking you. You stepped backwards as he advanced toward you

“You’re insane!” You laughed in his face, “I’m not a fucking spy, especially not for Carrillo,” 

“Bullshit,” He spat, Suddenly he pulled a gun from his back, waving it in your face. People shouted and screamed around you, scattering as the metal glinted in the light. Your eyes remained on his, not saying a word as he pressed the barrel into your neck. You didn’t move, barely breathing, “You’re a fucking rat,” He growled.

“Diego!” Finally, María stepped in, running over when she heard the commotion. “Stop it, put it away. Idiot,” She pulled the gun from his hand, standing firmly between you and him. “Ignore him. He’s paranoid. Someone’s leaking information and he thinks it's you because he’s a jealous asshole,” Maria explained, swiftly pushing him backwards until he sat back in the booth again, “How fucking ridiculous would that be? You? A spy!” 

“Insane,”  You agreed through a clenched jaw. Diego continued to glare at you dangerously, leaning over to whisper something to a friend. 

“I swear if we get banned from this club because of you Diego I am leaving you,” María said angrily, “Come on, I want to party,” She linked her arm through you, not caring that you were still in shock from having a gun held to you, and dragged you to the bar.

Fortunately, copious amounts of vodka and tequila were great for calming your nerves. In a few hours, you had nearly forgotten the entire ordeal. You couldn’t think about anything more than the music ringing in your ears and how good it felt dancing on the stranger behind you. 

After a while, María pulled you back up to the booth where Diego and his friends were still sitting. You did your best to ignore him, chatting to one of the girls at the table instead. You laughed and did a few lines, generally relaxing into the evening. So relaxed you didn’t notice the newest member of the group until he finally addressed you.

“Don’t I know you?” You looked over and panic spread over you like a bucket of ice water over your head sobering you almost instantly. He did know you. The man before you was the first man you had arrested, almost six months ago. He must have been bailed out for jail. 

“No,” You answered confidently. You didn’t lie. You didn’t know him, not really.

“Gabriel, sit down!” María cheered, “Isabela this is my cousin, Gabriel. Gabriel, Isabela,” She introduced you. Her cousin. Of course. You smiled politely, praying the dim lights would hide the nervous sweat that had overtaken you. 

Gabriel looked confused but didn’t say anything if he did recognise you. Not that that would matter anyway, as soon as he spoke to Diego his memory would no doubt be jogged. If he found out you were a DEA agent you would be dead. You had to leave.

“Here take my seat, I’ve got to get some air for a minute,” You stood up, letting him take your place next to Maria. You caught Diego’s suspicious look as you walked past, spotting the nearest exit door. 

Your hands were shaking, your body not sure what to do with itself. The cocaine and alcohol said to go back inside and take them all out. What was left of your rational brain was consumed by fear and kept you outside. It was bad enough if someone like Senator Parreño had suspicions about you but Diego? Gabriel? Diego had already shown he wasn’t afraid to threaten you in public. Of the two of them joined heads they would connect the dots and your cover would be blown wide open. So would you, you thought morbidly. Coke and anger never mixed well. 

You took breathes of the warm summer air, leaning against the wall of the club as you tried to calm yourself down. You shouldn’t have taken the last shot, now verging over the edge of blacking out; your vision was spotty, sound not registering properly and your tongue felt heavy in your mouth. 

You wondered if Steve and Javi were nearby, the fresh air having the opposite effect than you’d wanted. You would blackout and you were going to need help to get home if you did. But you didn’t recall either of the men telling you where they were going, they could be anywhere in the city. 

Stumped for the moment, you decided to wait it out, lighting a cigarette hoping that might help sober you up. You pulled the packet from your purse

“Need a light?” A man appeared next to you, lighter in hand. You nodded and he flicked the flame up, you bent over and lit your cigarette between your teeth. 

“Thanks,” You mumbled, turning away from him, hoping he would leave. He didn’t. Instead, the man continued to stare at you, following you into your personal space as you shuffled away from him. 

“Can I help you?” You snapped, immediately getting a bad feeling about him. You crossed your arms over your chest, frowning at him. 

“No need for that tone baby. Come on, I wanna talk to you,” He purred. His eyes dipped to your cleavage, a lustful look in his eyes. 

“I’m not interested,” You said, stepping backwards away from the man. He seemingly didn’t hear you, continuing to get into your personal space, arms reaching out to grab your hips. 

“You were interested earlier. Come on, baby,” He purred, pulling you close to him, pressing his hips against yours. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You yelled, pushing him off hard enough to make him stumble backwards. 

“Fucking bitch,” He growled. 

If you were sober the situation would have a very swift end. You would punch him square in the face and he would leave you alone, scuttling away with a broken jaw and a shattered ego. However, you were not in a state to do that now. He had the upper hand. All you could do was run, hoping once you were back amongst people he wouldn’t attack you. You looked up the alley, the open street was just a few feet away. 

You bolted.

Unfortunately just as you didn’t have enough coordination to punch the man, you didn’t have enough to run in heels on the uneven floor. Not even ten foot away your legs wobble, heels falling into a pothole sending you forward. You fell into a dumpster, head hitting the corner of the metal with a thud. You yelped, vision going black for a moment as you lay on the concrete. 

“Hey hey hey,” A man ran over, instantly scaring the man off of you. He knelt by your side and helped you up from where you’d fallen. You groaned and pushed yourself up, head throbbing harshly, warm liquid trickling down your face. Your world was spinning even with your eyes closed. “Y/n, Fuck are you okay?”

“Get off me!” You exclaimed, trying to push the stranger off, not that your shaking arms were very effective. 

“Y/n hey it’s me, you’re okay!” You looked up and saw Steve through a haze of blurred vision. You squinted as something dripped over your eye. Steve then saw the cut to your head, “Oh shit,” Your eyes are glassy and blown out, you mumbled something to him and pushed yourself out of his reach again, wobbling and tipping backwards. He caught you before you hit the floor again. “Y/n what are you doing out here? Weren’t you with your friends?”

“Her brother was the first guy,” You said, your speech slurred so much Steve barely understood what you were saying.

“Rookie, you’re not making sense. What are you on about?” 

“I’m so fucked,” You sighed, letting your head rollback. You giggled as the world spun. 

“Yeah, I can tell, come on let’s get you home,” Steve stood up, holding his hands out to you and pulled you up to standing again. 

“Where’s Peña?” You asked. 

“At the bar,” 

“I want to go talk to him, let’s go talk to him!” You exclaimed. You began to walk in the opposite direction, dragging Steve along by the arm. He pulled you back with ease. 

“You can talk to him in the morning, we’re going home,” He insisted.

“But I have to tell him about the brother he’s going -,” Your rambling was interrupted as you threw up, barely missing Steve’s leg. He grimaced and jumped out of the way, “I have to talk to him,” You said quietly once you were done. 

“Tomorrow, Kid,” He repeated himself.

You pouted, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes but you didn’t fight him. Despite how drunk you were you knew that going home would realistically be the best course of action right now. You could barely string a sentence together let alone get anything important out coherently.

Steve got you into a taxi, luckily the driver paid no attention to the blood dripping down your face. You were falling asleep on his shoulder as you pulled up to the apartment, Steve pulled you out of the car and up the stairs to the apartment. Only when he opened the door, he was met by Javier and Vanessa also on their way inside.

“Woah!” Javier instantly turned his full attention to you when he saw the state you were in, hanging onto Steve’s sleeve, “What happened?” 

“Some guy tried to touch her up, she hit her head, I’ve got it covered,” Steve explained.

“Hey Baby,” You grinned, obviously giving Javi a once over. 

“She doesn’t look alright,” Vanessa commented, “Did she just call you baby?”

“It’s a long story,” Javi dismissed the comment. “She doesn’t look okay,”

“I’ve got it covered. I’ll get her to throw up and get some water to sober her up,” Steve said, “We’ll be okay, won’t we Rook?”

“Fine and dandy!” You grinned.

“If you’re sure,” Javi said hesitantly. You were gone, hanging onto Steve’s arm to hold yourself up. Your eyes were blown out and blank, if you remembered anything in the morning it would be a miracle. His first reaction was to help you, not sure Steve could handle you alone. Steve wasn’t exactly sober himself, sinking a good few beers with Javier in the bar before he’d left. However, his decision was made for him as you and Steve began walking up the stairs, Vanessa’s hands were back on him and any worry was squashed as she dragged him into his apartment.

Upstairs, Steve took you into his apartment. He took you to the bathroom, sat you on top of the toilet and rooted around the medicine cabinet to find some cleaning supplies so he could patch up your bleeding head. 

“Connie’s probably got something in here,” He rooted through the cabinet. Connie had gone back to Miami for the week to see her family, inconveniently right when her skills were needed. Steve’s tipsy attempt at first aid would have to do,“Ah-ha! Here we go, clean that cut out with this,”

“Ow!” You whined, flinching away from him quickly when he showed you the antiseptic bottle. 

“I didn’t touch you,” Steve chuckled, “Hold still,” Carefully he poured the liquid over a cotton ball, took hold of your face in the other hand and dabbed the cotton on your cut. 

“Ow! Steve that fucking hurt,” You complained, flinching away from him as the alcohol stung the wound on your head. You frowned at him, tearing up a little. 

“Don’t be a baby,” 

“I am a baby!” You exclaimed. Steve grabbed hold of you again, he needed to clean the wound if it was going to heal properly. You whined and hissed at him but eventually, it was clear. 

“Look, all done, got the grit out,”

“Thanks, Steve,” You kissed his cheek quickly. 

“You’re welcome,” He laughed awkwardly. “Come on, you can’t sleep on my toilet. Bedtime,”

“You’re not my type,” You scrunched your nose and leant away from him. 

 “Ouch way to break my heart Rook,” Steve chuckled, “No, you’re going to your own bed, by yourself,”

“It's so far away!” You whined. 

“It's across the hall!” He copied your tone making you laugh. 

Steve pulled you up from the toilet and managed to wrangle you across the hall. Half asleep, leaning into Steve before you even got inside the apartment, you fell into bed without protest. Steve pulled off your shoes, throwing them on the ground before stumbling back to his apartment to collapse in his bed. 

—

Waking up in your apartment unsure of how you got there, was a strange feeling. What was even stranger was the harsh throbbing on your head. You blindly brought a hand to the sight, recoiling instantly as you touched something sore. You sat up, slowly opening your eyes to the daylight and looked at your reflection in the mirror opposite your bed. 

You groaned when you saw the gash on your forehead. Dried blood sat in the creases of your neck, and underside of your jaw as well as being crusted into your hair. You tried to remember how you’d gotten the injury but came up blank. You couldn’t remember anything from the night before. Not unusual for your almost nihilistic habits, but it was concerning given the infliction. 

You looked at the clock. 9 am. You’d slept in. Since you were up you decided to clean yourself up. You padded to your bathroom, wincing at the harsh light inside and the grinding sound of the extractor fan. You filled the sink with warm water and gently cleaned the blood from your face with a cloth, only once stopping to throw up into the toilet. 

You showered, hot steam help clear your brain fog but not helping the cut on your forehead which now stung immensely. But that wasn’t the feeling you were concentrating on. 

A new kind of hunger, one you weren’t yet familiar with had settled in on the back of your tongue. A repeating idea chanting over and over in your head. It had partly been cocaine’s fault you’d got into this mess, but it would get you out of this hangover now. 

You remembered you had some in your jacket pocket from the day before, leftover. Once you’d thought about it there was no stopping you. You didn’t have to take it all, you could stop yourself if you wanted. You pulled the tin out from your coat, sit it down on your dressing table while you pulled on some clothes. 

 You sat back at the dressing-table again once you were done and stared at the box. You’d not done it here more than once or twice. Never by yourself. Something about being at home with it made you feel guilty, possibly because you were surrounded by your friends who also happened to be DEA agents who would kill you if they found the stuff in the building. 

You picked up the box, contemplating it. You could get something done if you took it. Wouldn’t have to sit in your hungover state and wallow in self-pity until the headache left. You could go for a walk. Do nice things. Taking the cocaine would bring you nice things, as it always did. 

You opened it. 

“Morning,” Javier’s voice inside your apartment suddenly startled you, causing you to spill the contents of your box all over your dressing table. 

“Fuck,” You swore out loud. 

“Okay in there?” You regretted giving him a key. You did not need the interruption. His voice snapped you back to reality. You decided you didn’t have time, or rather not wanting to be caught red-handed, you decided to leave it and greet your surprise guest. 

“Good morning,” You said brightly, opening and closing your bedroom door tightly behind you. Javier was standing in the middle of your living room, a book in hand flicking through it. He discarded it back to the coffee table where he’d found it when you appeared. 

“Just wanted to check you were alright, you looked rough last night,” Javi said, “that cut looks sore,”

“It stings but it’ll be ok in a few days,” You shrugged. Javi looked at you strangely, “Did you come up here for something?” You asked. 

“You don’t remember what today is?” He asked. You frowned and thought for a moment. 

“It’s your birthday?” You asked slowly. 

“No,”

“It’s my birthday?”

“I don’t know when you’re birthday is,” 

“Javi I’ve obviously forgotten please just tell me,” You pleaded. 

“Searchblok, you and Steve swapped. Remember?”

“Shit!” You exclaimed. How could you have forgotten?! You scrambled back into your room to get changed, boxer shorts and a hole-ridden t-shirt wouldn’t cut it. 

“I should write you up for the mess you were in last night,” He called through the door as you rushed to get dressed, pulling on the nearest jeans on your floor. That’s not the only thing you should write me up for, you thought looking at the cocaine on your dressing table.

“I should write you up for sleeping with hookers,” You said back.

“Nowhere in my contract does it say I can’t! You however have a reckless behaviour clause,” He said. Your heart stopped at that, opening the door quickly to pop your head out.

“Javi-“

“I’m joking Rook, don’t worry!” Javier laughed. You rolled your eyes and shut the door again, pulling on a fresh shirt. A few seconds later you stepped out, buttoning the last of the clasps on your shirt. “I was worried about you but you’re fine so we’ll forget it ever happened,” 

“Thanks, Baby,” You grinned at him. Javi rolled his eyes.

“You need to stop that though,” 

 “You love it,” You teased him. He didn’t reply, turning on his heel and walking out. You hesitated for a moment, glancing back at your bedroom door. The coke was still lined up in there, calling to you. It would only take a few seconds to do it and get rid of your hangover for a few hours.

“Rookie, hurry up!” Javi called you from the hallway, audibly impatient. You decided against it, grabbing your keys and a jacket and running to catch up with him. He was already waiting by the truck by the time you got downstairs. “Did anything interesting happen last night, then?” Javi asked. You tried to think for a moment, you remembered something important had happened, something you’d wanted to tell him last night but you couldn’t remember what. You shrugged.

“Apart from getting this,” You gestured to the injury to your forehead, “I can’t remember. There was something but I don’t know,” 

“Can’t have been very important then,” Javi added. You shrugged and shook your head. 

“Guess not,” 

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Finally we’ve come full circle, I am so sad it’s over I have absolutely loved writing this series. Again I want to say a massive thank you to everyone’s that read the series, it means more than you could imagine. I love you all. I’m going to have a cry and make a start on all the other things I’ve been neglecting to write this.

The ending is already written and posted so if you haven’t read it go enjoy :))

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[melodysbooksstuff]

next door pt. 2

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: it's been a few weeks since you and joel spent your first night together. Things have only progressed and you couldn't be happier.

warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, swearing, daddy kink, age gap, begging, Joel's filthy mouth, oral, anal, teasing, edging, angst, cream pie, dom!Joel

A/N: Thanks to those who requested a part 2! This is pure filth, so enjoy! xoxo

part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/melodysbooksstuff/735237880240308224/next-door?source=share

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It had been a few weeks since your first night with Joel. Since then it had been, crazy, to say the least. It was like you couldn't breathe without each other. Like you were life saving drugs to each other. You had never felt this feeling before, this feeling of pure lust, needing to be with someone so badly. You had a thought the other day, something that you hoped wouldn't happen. You thought... maybe you were... falling in love.

God, no. This couldn't happen, you didn't want to ruin anything, it was all so perfect. Over the past few weeks, Joel had you bended over the sink, in the shower, kitchen table, couch, bed post, even on the garden swing. But, if it was just fucking, then why did he take such good care of you after? The way he cupped your face and kissed you so deeply, and cleaned you up making sure you were comfortable. Maybe he didn't feel so different to you.

You were pulled from your thoughts hearing someone call out to you, "Y/N? Are you listening?" your dad asked over the table.

"Yeah sorry" you replied, and he continued talking. saying something about taking another work trip. Your dad had hosted a BBQ at your house, your whole family was invited, and of course Joel and Sarah. You had trouble paying attention whilst your head spiralled about your new found relationship.

"Well i think it's a great idea, plus you'd get to see some amazing sights" Your auntie chimed in. You nodded in agreement still not really listening.

Food spread out on the table but you barely touched it. Just sticking to your flat lemonade. Joel could tell something was off with you, sitting across from you, glancing over every ew seconds to see you day dreaming.

You look up and saw him staring at you, Your breath hitched in your throat and you grabbed your drink off the table and tried to look away. You hated the effect he had on you. Your hand shook as you brought your glass to your lips. Trying to take a sip, the edge missed your mouth and you spilled cold lemonade all down your sundress.

"Ugh damn it" You said.

"You okay honey?" Your dad looked over at you in concern.

"Yeah fine, i'm just gonna go clean up" You stated in a bit of annoyance and got up from the table. You made your way into the kitchen and over to the sink. You grabbed a cloth and started wiping at the stain.

"Here, let me help" a familiar voice came from behind you. Joel slowly walked over to you and took the cloth out of your hand. You kept your eyes down, not wanting to look directly in his eyes.

"Is everything okay? You seem off today, day dreaming a lot" He asked in a low voice

"Yeah i'm fine, just thinking"

"About what?"

You let out a small giggle and a scoff, "Nothing. It's nothing". You wanted to talk to him about it, but you knew it was too soon and you had no idea what he would say. He started wiping at your dress letting the water rid of the lemonade.

"Okay, don't tell me. But when you're ready, i'll be here to listen." His calming words was followed by his strong hand gliding down one of your pigtails. "You look so pretty baby" He said, lifting your head to look at him. Your heart rate raced again, and legs turned to jelly. You wanted so badly to grab him and kiss him until you both couldn't breathe. You hated this.

His cologne entered your nose, and it brought back so many memories you'd built up over the past few weeks. But you knew what this was, just a fling.

Your dad interrupted your moment by crashing into the kitchen with plates and dishes. "A little help buddy?" He aimed towards Joel with a little laugh. You stepped away from Joel slowly so your dad wouldn't be suspicious of anything.

"Sure thing" Joel replied and went off to help your dad as you slipped back outside.

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Your dad and Joel had lit a small fire out back and everyone gathered round talking. You were deep in conversation with Sarah when a hand came down on your shoulder.

"Your dad told me your dresser is broken, want me to take a look?" Joel said looking down at you innocently. He never looked at you like that when you were alone. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world when no one was around.

"Yeah let me show you" You said confidently and told Sarah you'd catch up later. You looked back at everyone when walking into the house, no one seemed to think anything of you two leaving alone. Thank god.

You guided Joel to your bedroom. He'd never been in there before and you got a sudden nervousness wash over you. You pushed open the door, fairy lights were the only thing lighting up the room, a big space with all the things you had collected over the years.

You walked over to your dresser, "It's just one of the legs, i think its loose." You see Joel stroll over to you, rolling up his shirt sleeves. Damn those arms.

"On your knees" He growls. This is when you realised he wasn't here for the dresser. You grew a smile on your face and did as you were told, kneeling in front of him. He slowly undid his belt and popped his jeans open. You could feel your mouth salivating and your underwear grow wet already.

He pulled down his trousers to reveal his already rock hard cock. Grabbing your jaw with one hand and his member with the other, he lined up with your mouth. You knew what you had to do, you didn't need to be told, but you loved it when Joel would talk to you. It made you physically weak in the knees.

"Open wide for me" He said lowly. You open your mouth, wide, but it still wasn't enough for his size. He didn't seem to care, he would just force his way in. He pushed his cock straight down your throat and tears welled in your eyes. He always loved the way you looked up at him while he used your mouth.

He thrusted back and forth making you gag on his cock. You holloed out your cheeks as much as you could, trying to get some suction knowing how good it would feel. Saliva and tears mixed as he held your head straight. Your hands came up to his forearms, hoping he would let you breathe any second now. But he carried on, going balls deep into your throat.

"That's my girl, you're doing so well. Gagging on daddy's cock like a good little slut." He moaned and grunted, watching tears fall town your face. You kept eye contact with him, knowing how much he liked it. He was looking at you with a slight frown, biting his lip a little. You dug your nails into his skin a little, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat so harshly. He wiped one of your tears away with his thumb but another followed. You didn't know how long you could hold out on such little air, but he didn't care. He just kept slamming into your face at full force until he was satisfied.

He pulled out quickly and you gasped for air, kneeling over a little. But you didn't have long to take a break before he grabbed under your arms and lifted you up.

He pushed you onto the bed and got in between your legs in no time. His fingers found your underwear and slid them off, getting them out of the way. Your body writhed under him, excited for him to take you.

"Look at you, getting all breathless for me. I'm gonna take my time with you little one." He said teasing you as his finger ran in between your folds.

"Please Joel, i need you so badly." You said putting your hands on the back of his head and gripping his hair and pulling slightly.

"Don't worry baby girl, you'll get what you want, but i want to make your squirm first"

Fuck, he made you so weak. You hated it and loved it at the same time.

He inserted two fingers into you, making you whine slightly. "You're so wet baby girl, this all for me?" He asked and you nodded.

He pumped back and forth watching your head fall back and your mouth gape open. With his free hand, he pulled your wrists over your head and held you down. Your back arched, begging for more. To which, he retracted his fingers and you groaned.

Joel grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto all fours, pushing your head down slightly. He lined up his cock to your hole and waited there for a while.

"Beg princess, beg for daddy's cock. Tell me what you want" He growled in your ear.

"Please daddy, i need you so badly. I want you to fuck me so hard. Please..." Your begs were pathetic, whiny and breathy. But he took it and slid his cock into you, stretching you so wide.

"Fuck, it's so big." You moaned as he pushed deeper into you. He wasted no time pulling it nearly out, and pounding back into you. His hands came to your hips and he pulled them back onto his cock as he thrusted, making his thrust more powerful.

You were a moaning hot mess, and you couldn't help it.

"Shhhh baby girl, don't want your dad hearing you get fucked like a slut in her bed." His words echoed through your brain and you tried to quiet down, closing your mouth, "Gooooood girl, that's it. Take daddy's cock for me."

He gripped onto your pigtails and lifted your head. You were met with the mirror on your wardrobe, watching Joel fuck you from behind with no mercy. Your mascara was streaming down your face and your lip gloss was smeared off your lips. "Look at me baby" Joel growled from behind you. Your eyes met his in the mirror, he still looked as handsome as when he arrived.

You heard your family laughing from the garden, glad they didn't have a clue about what you were doing up here.

Joel slammed into you, pleasuring you with every thrust. "Fuck daddy, it feels so good" You manage to say, breathily.

"That's right baby." He says back, and travels one of his hand to your ass. A slap came down onto one of your cheeks, earning a yelp from you. He then leaned over and forced a finger in you mouth, taking you by surprise, but you sucked on it none the less. He took it out and travelled it back your ass. Your heart rate increased again. He placed his finger by your ass hole and pushed it slowly into the tight muscle. Your eyes rolled back from the pleasure and you tried not to moan louder.

He pumped his finger at the same pace as his hips, you felt overloaded with pleasure.

"I'm gonna own all your holes baby, they're all mine." He said, his voice getting hoarse. And with that, he pulled his finger out of you and slipped out of your pussy.

"Just breathe slowly, relax" He said, you followed, pacing your breath. He placed his cock by your ass hole and pushed in so slowly, making a noise you hadn't heard from him before. You gasped and he shushed you quickly, starting to thrust.

"Fuck, you're stretching me so wide daddy." You say in a moaning mess. You thought you were going to cum, you didn't know that was possible. Pleasure washed over you, wave after wave. His thrusts got quicker and harder. He grunted, feeling your tight tissue suck his cock so nicely.

"Fuck baby. You feel so good, so tight" He moaned.

He let go of your hair and you dropped your head. You were enjoying this new feeling, it also made you very happy to look in the mirror and see Joel smirking. Sweat lined his forehead and his mouth was agape slightly. He looked so godly, and made you feel so good.

"How's that baby?" He asked, ripping you from your thoughts.

"Fuck, it feels so good. You're so big" You said truthfully.

"That's right baby, your daddy making you feel so good" He grunted.

He pulled back out of you again, flipping you onto your back with force. You could barely keep up with his pace, he was so quick with everything, you just let him do what he wanted.

"You're such a good girl, baby. Taking daddy's cock in all you your holes. You deserve to cum, hard" He said, looking down at your sweet, sweaty frame. You let out a sigh and smiled a little, You were already shaking from the pleasure so you were nervous about how it would feel when you came.

"Yes daddy, please make me cum." You pleaded, giving him doe eyes and breathing heavily.

"i'll make you cum baby girl, you just relax" He stated, a little breathless.

He shoved his cock back inside you making you let out a loud moan. His hand came to cover your mouth quickly, hoping no one heard. He thrusted in and out of you making you feel every inch of him.

The only time he uncovered your mouth was to force your jaw open and spit into it, adding a "Swallow" along with his actions. His spare hand came down to rub on your clit, making you writhe under him.

He could tell you were close by the way your body became more tense. He was close too, and he wondered where he wanted to cum in you this time. He withdrew his hand from your mouth to move your legs up by your shoulders, making him go even deeper. Welcome tears fell from your eyes, and all thoughts left your body as you got fucked into oblivion. You could feel that familiar feeling start to grow in you lower stomach.

"You wanna cum baby girl?" Joel asked as he grabbed your throat.

"Yes Mr. Miller, please let me cum for you" You managed to get out in between heavy breaths.

You waited for Joel to say the words, which didn't take long.

"Okay baby, you can cum. Cum all over daddy's cock like a good little slut." He finally said, choking you and rubbing your clit roughly with his godly hands.

And just like that, your whole body went into spasm as you came like you never had before. Your eyes squeezed shut and your hands grabbed his forearm, digging your nails into his skin. Joel made sure to hold your throat tightly so you wouldn't scream too loudly. Your body shook and came undone as Joel rammed into you. You could hear him groan, feeling you tighten around him.

Euphoria washed over you and your eyes went fuzzy. He really knew how to make you feel good. Your breath became slower and your grip started to loosen. Joel felt you go limp, knowing you were finished, he focused on himself. You let him continue to pound into you, watching him clench his jaw and shut his eyes.

"You want daddy's cum?" He asked. You nodded quickly and harshly.

"Yes daddy, please. I want your cum in me so badly." You ,moaned with every thrust.

He got quicker and quicker, until he went tense and dropped his head back. You watched his arms define as he came, making you stare. Fuck he was so hot.

"Fuck Y/N!" He moaned out, before his thrusts got sloppy and tired. You felt his member twitch inside you, followed by hot liquid dripping out of you. He said your name with such grace. You wished he'd say it over and over again.

He pulled out of you, staring the mess he'd created. Hair a mess, make up down your face, cum dripping from your glistening hole. He looked proud of himself.

He softly pulled you up and started wiping you with a towel, stroking your skin as he did so. He was always so gentle with you after he destroyed you. He discarded the towel and walked over to your desk, picking up a make up wipe.

He held your chin in his hand as he wiped away your black tears. You looked into his eyes, they sparkled in the light making your heart jump.

"Joel... you're so pretty" You said, in the moment.

He chuckled, pulling your dress back over your thighs, "Thank you." He took a deep breath and pulled your face close to his, pressing a light kiss against your lips. You wanted it to last longer than it did.

He had finished cleaning you up and started to pull his trousers back on. You stood and checked yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hair out a bit.

"You okay?" Joel asked from behind you.

"Yeah... all good." You smiled at him.

He came up behind you and turned you to face him. "Tell me, what's been on your mind" He pried.

You couldn't hold back anymore, you wanted him.. All of him. You stretched you arms around his neck and pulled him into you, kissing him so deeply, with the most passion you could give. He Wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up and close to his body. You didn't want to stop, but you knew you had to let go at some point.

He released his grip on you and you pulled away from his lips, but rested you forehead on his. He looked down at you, confused a little.

"Baby girl, you have no idea how much i wanna do that on the daily." He said quietly. What he said shocked you, was he feeling the same way you were?"

"Joel, i don't wanna ruin anything, but i can't hold it back anymore. i think... i-i think-"

"I think i'm falling in love with you too." He interrupted, seeing you struggle.

You pulled your head back in complete shock. You didn't know what to say. What was happening?

"Y-you are?" You asked.

"I am. I didn't wanna scare you away, but you make me feel something i've never felt before. I need you Y/N."

You stared into his eyes. seeing he wasn't lying, you smiled and ran your fingers through his hair. He smiled back at you, and you captured his lips again in a deep kiss. You wanted it to stay like this forever.

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A/N: I'm thinking about making this a whole story. Should i write more?

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[ev-pierce-writes]

Bolero

Javier PenaxReader pairing

Rating: Explicit (duh)

7.4 K

What starts as just a job as an informant quickly turns into an attraction to Agent Javier Peña.

Essentially what I think it's like to dance with Javi. Plus having sex.

If you want to listen to the song I picture them dancing to it's called Dos Gardenias by Buena Vista Social Club. I know it didn't come out until the 90s but I really don't care.

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You didn't like this part of the job. Hated it, actually. Your feet hurt in your heels and the humidity was making you sweat. But tips were tips, even if it involved fake flirting with old men.

The music ended and José spun you into a dip as the small crowd clapped. José was an excellent dancer and he made for a good partner when it came time to actually perform for the guests, rather than try to drag them onto the dance floor. Most people assumed you were a couple you danced so in sync, but it wasn't like that.

He was a good friend though. He'd gotten you the job at the bistro, and for the small pain of three choreographed dances a night plus a few private salsas, you were paid handsomely. Of course, this wasn't your dream, performing in a smoky, humid bar for tourists and old handsy men. You would rather be on the stage as a professional, performing only for the people who could afford a ticket, not just a watered-down tequila. But work was work and money was money.

Now your least favorite part. You leaned an elbow on the bar, sweeping the crowd for whatever gringo looked the least gross. The manager insisted you interacted with the customers, reeling them in with a sexy pose and a few awkward steps on the dance floor. They tended to drink more when you did that, which was good for the bar, and you usually ended up with a couple of extra bills in your hand, which was good for you. So you complied.

An older, slightly less creepy-looking gentleman had caught your eye, and you were about to approach when you felt a gentle hand on your elbow.

"Mind teaching me a few of those steps you just did?" The music was starting up again with a bolero, your cue to find the dance floor, so you figured you'd comply with the request. Except when you looked into the face of the stranger who had spoken those words, you were taken aback. He was young, or at least younger than most of the men in here, and taller too. Shining from his tanned face were chocolatey brown eyes, surprisingly sincere and kind. His dark hair was combed into place, though a few stray curls peeked out from behind his ears and at the base of his neck.

"Sí, señor." The Spanish came out as a force of habit, though he had addressed you in English and a perfect American accent. Men liked it when you spoke Spanish, even if they couldn't understand. It gave them the impression that you were exotic. But the man half expected that from you. He'd been watching you most of the night, analyzing the way you moved, the way you beguiled the guests into a dance and then a drink, the way you controlled a man's mood with the flick of your hips and slide of your hand up his arm. The perfect skill set of a secret plant.

Without any hesitation, the man took your hand in his and led you into the crowd of dancing people. He placed his other on your hip, though he left a respectful distance between the two of you. It was uncharacteristic of the guests to do so; they generally felt they had some right to press up against you as they stumbled around.

But this man was different. He already knew the three-quarter timing. He seemed a bit tense, like he was having trouble letting loose, but he wasn't clumsy at all. "I don't think you need my instruction," you said.

The man smiled, his mustache curling up to reveal a single dimple on his smooth cheek.

"No, hermana, I don't."

Maybe there was some Latino in that tan after all. But his reply caught you off guard. You hoped pulling you onto the dance floor wasn't his attempt at flirting. You'd made a pact with yourself to never sleep with the guests, and so far you'd held true.

But he wasn't flirting, though he desperately wanted to. You were exactly the type of girl he'd pick up on a boring night, or pay to have sex with him and share your secrets. But tonight was strictly business.

"Do you work here every night?" he asked. It was a strangely specific question, though maybe he was hoping to see you again, you thought.

"Only Thursday, Friday, Saturday," you replied. The bistro only ever needed you on the busiest nights of the week, which was fine with you. Three days of work made you plenty of money, and then you had the rest of the week off. "Why? Are you already planning a second dance?"

The man ignored his question to ask another of his own. "Do you make a lot of money?"

His questions were starting to sound a bit bizarre and he wasn't answering yours either. Why did he care what you made?

"Unless you're planning on hiring me and paying me more, I don't see why you need to know." It wasn't good to be snappy with paying customers, but this enigma of a man didn't seem like the average customer to you. And instead of getting defensive at your tone, his mood shifted quickly and he laughed. A deep, throaty laugh, just as gravely and melodious as his voice. He liked your confidence and your attitude. But then he was back to business just as quickly.

The man led you towards the back of the dance floor, away from the crowd and the watchful eye of the bartender, a move that made you worry and caused you to doubt his intentions. His eyes had gone serious, a wrinkle of concentration between his eyebrows and crowding out the kindness.

"Actually, I would like to hire you."

You came to a stop in surprise but the man pulled you forward, urging you to continue dancing so as not to draw attention to the pair of you. He drew you closer so he could speak directly into your ear, forcing you to breathe in his scent with the proximity, cologne and cigarettes and the saltiness of a light sweat.

"You have a club or something?"

He didn't answer your question, just asked more of his own. "Do you know runs this place?"

You shrugged. "I think his name is Manuel, but I've only met him once."

"Keep an eye out for him, will you? See when he comes and goes, if he gets any shipments or deliveries. I'll pay you for providing information."

It was your turn to finally get some answers. "Who are you?"

"My name is Javier Peña." Javier spun you out before pulling you back into his chest.

"Well, Señor Peña, I don't know who you think I am, but I am not a spy and I don't give a damn about what my employer does. So why do you care what he does?"

"Let's just say the government has a special interest in your employer. But we'd like to keep this little piece of knowledge under wraps."

You eyed Javier suspiciously. Why would the government be interested in what your boss did with his bistro? And why would this man, Javier Peña, trust you to deliver secrets? But again, money was money. Little did you know, Javier Peña was aware of your lack of loyalty to anyone, as long as they were paying you, and he gambled on this fact to ease you into a deal.

"How much are you offering?"

"I'll double whatever you make now."

Double? Mierda. "Bueno, double it is. Not sure what you expect me to find, but I'll keep my eyes open."

That full smile returned, white teeth and all. "Un secreto, sí?"

You nodded in return as the song came to an end. Letting go of your waist, Javier pulled a pair of aviators from the deep vee of his shirt and slipped them on before handing you a business card from the back pocket of his jeans. He instructed you to call him if you saw anything, anything at all. Javier gave you a salute and turned to leave, though not before asking you one more question.

"And your name?"

Now is when you usually lied, telling whatever slimeball you'd just swayed into oblivion a made-up name, like Rosa or Maria. But something about this time was different. This time, you gave him your real name.

"Adiós, bailarina," he said with a grin.

"Adiós, Señor Peña." It wasn't until you were home that you noticed he'd slipped a small stack of bills into your pocket.

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Standing in the living room of your apartment, you held the card Javier had given you almost a week ago. You hadn't been exactly sure what he was asking you to look out for. You rarely saw your boss anyway. But then tonight, as you'd arrived at work, a truck had been parked by the employee entrance of the bistro. Manuel was still nowhere to be found, but stacks upon stacks of boxes were being unloaded into the dry storage of the kitchen. And you had taken note of it all.

Finally, you picked up the phone off its cradle and dialed the number on the card, wrapping the thick cord around your fingers as it rang. A moment of silence, and then a deep voice spoke on the other end of the line.

"Javier Peña speaking." It sounded like he had just woken up, his voice softer than you remembered and groggy as well. It was a bit late, after midnight, but you figured this was something he wanted to hear sooner rather than later.

"Hola, Senior Peña, it's me from the bistro." Another silence, some shuffling, and was that a voice in the background? "Did I wake you?"

"No, not at all. What's up?"

"You wanted to know if Manuel had a shipment, right?"

"Yes, yes, what did you see?"

"Hm, I could tell you. Or I could get my mi dinero first."

Javier sighed on the other end. "Right, of course. How much do I owe you?"

"Let's see, including tips, I made 300 this week."

"Fine, 300 pesos it is. Where can I meet you?"

"You want to meet right now?"

Apparently, he did. You gave him the address to a twenty-four-hour diner you liked and he hung up, saying he'd meet you there. You gathered your purse, double-checking that the small handgun you carried for self-defense was still there. Not that you were worried the mysterious Javier Peña was someone to be scared of. But better safe than sorry.

Ten minutes later, you stepped out into the heat of the summer air. The darkness of night did little to reduce the temperature, but the humidity had dissipated enough that you rolled the windows of the car down and blasted your music into the silent night.

Though you were sure you looked a bit frazzled and worn out when you parked, Javier only noticed the flush on your cheeks and the curl of your windswept hair as he watched you step out of the car through the window of the diner. You hadn't bothered to change out of your dress and heels from work, which left little to the imagination in the way of your long legs and curved waist. When he'd first approached you last week, he'd been polite and reserved, only letting his hands fall where they were meant to in a dance. But tonight, the ruching of your dress at your hips called out to be touched. Javier knew it was all part of your job, but part of him wished you'd dressed up like that just for him. He shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking about you like this.

A little bell jingled over the door as you drifted into the warm restaurant.

Javier steadied his hands and composed his face, not wanting to reveal the true thoughts running through his mind as you plopped into the booth seat across from him. He looked ready to get down to business, but you were hungry and held up a hand to silence him before he could begin to speak. The waitress came and took your order, a burger and fries, before turning to Javier. He relented to whatever game you were playing and ordered as well in perfect Spanish.

"Where are you from?" you asked as the waitress left to place your orders.

"This little meeting isn't about me," Javier replied, sounding a bit preoccupied, distracted even. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing the smooth skin of his neck and chest, as if he'd dressed in a hurry.

"Eh, that's not very polite. Did I interrupt a little midnight date with your amorcita?" You were pretty sure that had been a woman's voice in the background when you called him earlier. His response, or lack thereof, told you everything you needed to know. Emboldened by his reaction, you continued on with your one-sided conversation.

"I love American food. Are burgers better in Texas? That is where you're from, no?"

The look of shock that flitted across Javier's face was enough to satisfy you and you leaned back in your seat with a smile. You tried your best not to show how pleased you were with his reaction, but your comment got you thinking about what he was like in bed. That was not a direction you needed your mind to wander, especially when it caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

"Okay, detective, I think that's enough. You want your money or not?" Though he acted annoyed, Javier was secretly impressed. What had given it away? His accent maybe?

"Sí, sí. Although I am a bit interested to know where my money is coming from."

"I told you. The government."

"You haven't really proven that to me though. Besides, what if you're trying to put my boss out of business? Then I'm out of a job. A good-paying job."

"I am trying to put your boss out of business." The withering look you gave Javier didn't put him off, though you wished it did. If looks could kill and all that. But it did provoke him to pull something from his back pocket and hold it up to your face. "DEA. You know what that is right?"

"Mierda, was it drugs in those boxes?" You couldn't help the shock that spread across your face.

"Maybe."

You pulled a notepad from your purse as the waitress returned with your food. In between bites, you read off of the notes you'd taken.

"I got to work at 4:30. The truck was already there. Manuel was not. Some men unloaded the boxes into the kitchen."

"How many."

"I don't know."

Javier raised his eyebrows. If he'd learned anything from this conversation it was that you were an observant person. He doubted that you hadn't bothered to count them. He had only to wait for you to continue on your own.

"Bueno, forty or so. This big," you indicated with your hands, about the size of the box the tomatoes came in.

"And it wasn't just food in there? You're sure it was something different than normal?"

"Come on, don't you trust me?"

"No," was his swift reply, though it was said with a smile.

"Alright, then. I looked in one. Not food, for sure."

Javier nodded in understanding and pulled a billfold from his back pocket, ready to hand over your cash.

"Espere, Señor, you think that's all I've got?" you said teasingly as you finished your fries and sucked the grease from your fingertips. "You really have no faith, dios mío."

Javier watched you intently, scrutinizing the way your tongue licked away the grease from your thumb. He took a deep breath that sounded like exasperation to you but was really meant to release an uncomfortable knot building in his stomach as he tried not to imagine what else your tongue could do.

"At 5:30, a woman named Victoria called looking for Manuel. No one answered the phone so I did. She left this message." You read directly from the notepad. "I like chocolate ice cream better than vanilla. Maybe you can take me to la heladería tomorrow."

"You're joking."

"Not at all. She said that," you said defensively. "Even gave me an address."

You ripped the paper from your notebook at handed it to Javier as he rubbed a hand along his strong jaw.

"So what are you going to do? Maybe a stakeout, arrest some people, wave your armas around?"

Javier rolled his eyes. "The DEA isn't all about stakeouts and guns. But no, we aren't going to do anything yet. There's no need to reveal our plant. And we don't want you to end up dead so don't get caught either."

"How reassuring. I'm glad the United States has me in their best interests," you deadpanned.

"Just keep doing what you're doing."

"Oh, so you want to see me again? Next time you can buy me a drink."

"Don't flatter yourself."

You laughed in response. Sure, this was all about money, but it was nice to have a real conversation with someone who was witty enough to keep up with your banter. But he was still too easy to tease and you took advantage of it. You liked the way his eyes narrowed and his brows creased when you got under his skin.

"You know, I'll just take it as a compliment that you're only paying me for information and not sex as well," you said as you stood, placing a couple of bills onto the table as a tip.

Javier groaned in frustration. Talking to you was like walking through a hailstorm of bullets. He was bound to get grazed no matter how careful he was. "Eh, mujer, give me a break, por favor."

And yet, despite his protests, Javier liked your sharp tongue. It intrigued him. Normally, he didn't care much about who his informants were or where they were from. But Javier was curious about you. You were smart, skilled, and good at influencing people to comply with your desires. And yet you spent your weekends on a sticky dance floor, performing for gringos like him.

The glittering smile you gave him as you left him sitting in the booth lit a small flame in his heart.

"Buenas noches, Señor Peña," you said to him as you left, almost out the door before he called your name. You turned back. "Qué pasa?"

"Javi. Just call me Javi."

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Several weeks went by like this, with you calling Javier late at night to let him know what you'd seen. The check-ins came every Saturday, as the shipments had been consistent and seemed to run on a schedule. Eventually, you got comfortable enough to let Javier come to your apartment and exchange information for cash on your couch. You had no idea, but Javier was beginning to expect your calls, anticipating the ringing of his phone around midnight and hearing your voice on the other end.

But when you didn't check in one week, he began to worry. It was past one in the morning. Surely you would have called by now. Maybe he had missed it? There was no way; he'd sat next to the phone all night. So Javier did something he never did. He called you instead. When you didn't answer, he started to suspect something was wrong. Javier told himself to calm down, that you had probably just forgotten, or that maybe nothing of note had happened this week, or you were already asleep. But he couldn't get it out of his mind that something had gone wrong, that you'd been found out and someone had hurt you.

It was nearly two when you finally got home. For some reason, the Saturday crowd had been extra lively tonight, keeping you much later than you wanted. As soon as you unlocked the door and stepped into your apartment, you pulled off your heels and unzipped your dress, peeling it from your sticky body right there in the living room. You needed a shower and you needed to call Javier, but all you wanted was sleep. It could wait until morning.

At last, you were ready for bed, windows pushed open to let in a breeze, sheets turned down, and in nothing but your dressing gown, when a knock sounded at your door. Who would be up at this time of night and disturbing your peace?

Looking through the peephole, you were shocked to find the last person on earth you expected to be standing in the hallway of your apartment building.

"Javi?" you said in confusion as you opened the door. He was leaning against the door frame, one hand on his hip, as if trying to look relaxed but totally failing at it. On Javier's face were written lines of worry, but they relaxed at the sight of you. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, good, you're home. I was worried."

Maybe it was the exhaustion fogging your brain, but he sounded genuinely distressed. The normally confident, almost arrogant Javier had been replaced with someone entirely different. "Sí, of course I'm home, where else would I be?"

"Well, you didn't call. And then you didn't answer your phone. So I was worried something had happened." Javier had managed to miss the state of your dress, or lack thereof, when you had first opened the door. But now, he noticed you wore a cream-colored dressing gown and little else. One sleeve had slipped off your shoulder in your hurry to dress, revealing the lack of anything beneath.

Javier's breath hitched in his throat as he desperately tried to tear his eyes away from your shoulder. It was a just shoulder, for god's sake. It's not like you were standing naked in front of him. But then he was thinking about you naked and that was an even bigger problem.

For a whole month, Javier had gone without a woman in his bed and it wasn't until he saw you that he realized why. He wanted you, but in a way that was different from the way he wanted anyone else. He didn't want you for information or even a quick release, but something more intimate and intense. What was wrong with him? He had to leave before he said something he might regret. You were an informant, a contact, a player in this long game of chess, and nothing more.

"I'm gonna go," Javier said, finally looking away. He was acting strange, even your tired eyes could tell. He looked disheveled, the buttons of his salmon pink shirt left open at the top and half-tucked into his jeans. His hair was no longer combed flat, the way it usually was when you saw him. Instead, it stuck up in all manner of directions, curly and unruly. Javier rubbed the back of his head as he turned to go. You weren't sure what exactly compelled you, but you called out to him before he could leave.

"Do you want a drink?" So much for sleep.

Javier had been in your apartment plenty of times. So why did he suddenly not know what to do with himself? He stood stiffly in the living room, eyeing the discarded dress you hadn't picked up yet. When you handed him a glass of whiskey he barely noticed. His mind was clearly not in the apartment, though his body was. Finally, he sat on the couch, leaning his elbows on his knees, the glass balanced precariously in one hand.

Javier's thoughts drifted from one place to another, relief that you were fine, embarrassment for having thought that you weren't, bliss at your invitation inside, and then shame for having accepted.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" he asked.

"Only if you share," you replied, sitting next to him on the couch with your own drink. The pair of you sat like that for a while, in complete silence, passing a single cigarette back and forth. Javier had no way of knowing but your thoughts followed a similar path to his, a rollercoaster masked by a sense of calm.

Your fingertips lightly grazed his as Javier passed you the cigarette. He watched you take a long draw, pulling the smoke deep into your lungs and letting it numb the strange feeling inside you. You were hyper-aware of Javier's presence beside you, his shoulder and knee barely grazing yours, even though you stared straight ahead at the clock on the wall. Three in the morning, it read. Perhaps it was something about the early morning hours, or the dim light of your living room, the only source from the kitchen, but the next words out of your mouth were the most sincere you'd ever spoken to him.

"Are you alright, Javi?"

"Sí."

"You don't seem alright." His voice was too calm. "Is it work?"

"No."

"Friends? Family?"

"No."

You paused, pretending to contemplate for a moment.

"Ah, I know. No pretty girls to warm your bed?" You couldn't help it, falling back into teasing him like that. But he didn't want to talk and it was the only way to draw him out.

"It's disturbing how observant you are," Javier said. It wasn't a true answer, but it was answer enough. He sighed and put the cigarette out before placing his head in his hands. "We aren't friends, you know."

It was a strange comment, almost like he was trying to convince himself of the fact, not you.

"Wow. I should be offended. But for your sake, I'll pretend like I'm not."

"That's not what I mean," Javier tried to explain. "I mean-- I mean I shouldn't be doing this." He waved his hand around as if it indicated anything about what 'this' was. But you understood. He shouldn't be accepting drinks after midnight and sharing cigarettes in dimly lit apartments. It was unprofessional. Then again, everything about your relationship was unprofessional, even the work only parts.

It had taken you a while to admit to yourself that you were attracted to Javier. But when you actually started to look forward to Saturday night, to your conversations, even though they revolved around your work, that's when you knew. It was something in the way he looked when he was listening to you, his eyes holding contact with yours, eyebrows furrowed, hand on his chin, that made you think maybe he felt the same way. His hands, what was it about them? They were big and strong and you hadn't yet forgotten the way they had held onto your waist as you danced the night you met.

Dance. You knew how to communicate with that. It was second nature. Perhaps it would let you both open up. So you stood and moved to the record player. The space wasn't big enough to truly dance, but you kept plenty of records on hand to practice new choreography alone. You pulled out your favorite, a gift from José, and carefully placed down the needle.

"The bolero is danced in 3/4 time," you said, holding out your hand to Javier. "But I think you knew that already."

Javier seemed to understand and only hesitated a moment. The music swelled and he took your hand in one of his, the other finding its place on your back between your shoulder blades. There wasn't much space to move, but he led you through the steps anyway. Rock forward, step right, rock back, step left. Repeat. Tonight, Javier held you close, your hips and chests pressed against one another in a way that was much different from the first time you'd danced. He was more relaxed as well, allowing his hips to move in time with yours. Javier leaned his cheek against yours.

When you'd invited him in for a drink, Javier hadn't been sure what your intentions were. He still wasn't, though something in the way you let his fingertips glide up and down your spine as you danced gave him an idea.

And yet, he couldn't read you at all, though it seemed he could have no secrets around you. You had picked up instantly on his strange mood and though he hated to admit it, he liked the way you were persistent in trying to draw him out from his shell. He found you alluring. You were beautiful, yes, and he imagined as he fell asleep at night what you might look like under your tight dresses and this deliciously thin robe. But he also liked you, liked talking to you, liked being around you, liked your incesant teasing.

The song ended and the next one started up again, but neither of you moved away. Somehow so starved for physical contact, you were drunk on one another's touch, swaying gently in the dark. "We shouldn't--" Javier tried to speak but you interrupted him.

"Stop with the should or should not, Javi. It's too late for that."

"Why did you invite me in?" Javier figured it was worth asking, just to be sure.

"Why did you show up at my apartment, uninvited, in the middle of the night?"

"Fuck," Javier cursed under his breath. "I'm tired of this. Your half-answers, my unanswered questions, dancing, literally dancing, around whatever truth there is between us. I just want to know what you're thinking and it's impossible to tell."

You were taken aback. You had been so preoccupied deciphering Javier for yourself you'd forgotten he was probably trying to do the same with you. The look in his eyes was desperate, needy, and untamed.

The sensible thing to do would be to kick him out, to end it here because this wasn't right. It wasn't professional. And it was breaking your biggest rule: never sleep with the customer. But you were anything but sensible with a drink swirling around your veins.

You pushed Javier away gently, and he looked slightly crestfallen before he saw what you did next. The drink may have given you a boost of confidence, but this desire was all your own. With a gentle tug at the tie of your robe, you let it fall from your shoulders, the silk pooling at your feet as you stood bare before him. Javier was frozen in place, but then his eyes widened in surprise before raking up and down your body unabashedly.

"Well, I guess that's some type of answer," he whispered. The clock ticked on the wall, counting down the moments.

"Your move, Javi." Your words stoked the flame in his heart that you'd lit so many weeks ago. But his brain struggled to keep up, still in shock at the sudden sight of you naked for him and him alone. He wanted to take in every inch of you and ravish you all at the same time.

Javier reached out a hand, hesitating slightly as if unsure if you were real or just a golden vision before him. In the dim light from the kitchen, you seemed to glow, wild hair swept behind your shoulders, chest rising and falling with anticipation. Finally, Javier's fingers made contact with your skin, the back of his knuckles gently grazing the plane of your stomach. You trembled when he finally offered you his touch, goosebumps following the path of his hand as he moved up your body toward the curve of your breast. His thumb brushed across your nipple, causing you to gasp and nearly jump out of your skin. But his hand didn't linger, instead tracing the lines of your sternum to your collarbone and up your neck.

Javier's hand found its place on your cheek, his thumb sweeping across the ridge of your cheekbone. You closed your eyes softly, relishing in the sensation of his skin on yours. His hand was calloused but surprisingly smooth, as if worn by years of the same work. You turned your face toward his hand, pressing your lips to his palm.

You kept your eyes closed, expecting him to kiss you, your lips burning with apprehension. But the kiss didn't come, only the soft sounds of him moving and his hand leaving your face. You opened your eyes, worried he'd changed his mind and was leaving you there vulnerable to the world.

Instead, you found him kneeled before you, like a subject before his queen.

A shiver had run down Javier's spine when you'd kissed his palm as he pictured placing his own lips to yours. But something about the way you looked in that moment, ethereal, celestial, divine, forced him to his knees in worship. He wanted to taste every inch of you, learn every curve and crevasse of your body. You were just as beautiful--no, even more beautiful--than he'd imagined alone in his bed at night. And here you were, offering up that smooth skin, those thighs, those lips. And he would fucking worship you.

One hand found your waist, gripping gently but firmly to hold you in place. The other pulled a knee over his shoulder, causing you to stumble forward and forcing you to grab onto Javier for stability. But his hands held you firmly as his fingers sunk into the flesh of your ass, pulling you closer to his face, mouth sinking into you fluttering lips.

You gasped, fingers tangling into Javier's unruly hair and holding on tight, the sensation of his tongue against your clit making your legs go weak. A groan came from between your thighs, sending vibrations through your core and twisting your stomach into knots.

"Fuck, just like I imagined," Javier mumbled under his breath.

Like he'd imagined?

"You've pictured this?" you managed to ask between breaths. You could barely speak, the moans tumbling from your mouth leaving little oxygen in your lungs for anything else.

"Amor, you send me to sleep at night and wake me up in the morning."

Oh mierda, his tongue was continuing to swirl around your clit, leaving you unable to control your thoughts or your movements. Your hips shifted of their own accord, grinding against Javier's face as he ate you out. At some point, he would need to come up for air, but for now, he was perfectly content to suffocate between your captivating legs, drinking in your scent and swallowing the taste of you.

Javier was guiding you languidly toward your climax, savoring every shudder and twitch he pulled from you. The muscles of your pelvic floor seized and you let out a delirious moan. The tension that preceded your orgasm curled up through your stomach and into your lungs, drawing the strength from your limbs. Suddenly unable to hold up your upper half, let alone stabilize your legs, you slumped forward, chin hanging heavily against your chest, hands sliding down Javier's back and gripping the fabric of his shirt.

"Javi, please, I can't hold on." You needed to sit, lay down, anything, before you collapsed in ecstasy here in the living room. At your words, Javier picked up the pace, taking you from a gradual climb to a swift ascent. His acceleration told you everything you needed to know. Come for him, and he'd take you to the bedroom.

So you did, your orgasm shuddering through you at a staggering pace. It rushed through you, searing and urgent, and something told you this was only the beginning. A warm-up of sorts, leaving you unable to stand yet shivering for more. The last waves of your orgasm spread through you, Javier drinking them from you until your trembling subsided and your breathing came back to normal. He caught you as you eased back into your body, picking you up by the waist and slinging you over his shoulder. You giggled at the sudden change of perspective, now hanging upside down with an excellent view of Javier's ass.

"What are you doing?"

Javier didn't answer.

With a flop, you landed on the bed on your back. Javier stood over you, taking in the sight of you. Little did he know, you were doing the same, even though he was still fully clothed. You sat up on the edge of the bed and tugged at his shirt, pulling it from his tight jeans. Javier undid the buttons, letting out a soft groan as you took advantage of his proximity to palm the bulge in his pants. You wanted a taste.

His shirt now discarded, you worked at the button of Javier's jeans, placing a soft kiss on his stomach as you tugged them down. No underwear, why weren't you surprised? Javier's fingers curled into your hair, taking hold with a gentle yet solid grip as you freed his cock from confinement, precum leaking from the swollen head.

You looked up through your eyelashes, wanting to watch Javier's face as you swiped your tongue across the tip of his length, savoring the taste and earning a strangled moan from Javier's mouth. His eyes sunk shut and the image of you in the diner, licking the grease from your fingers danced behind his eyelids. He realized he was about to have that fantasy fulfilled, about to know exactly what your tongue could do.

The expression on Javier's face and his tightening hands in your hair made your stomach flutter. The absolute control you held over this man was ten times more satisfying than manipulating those men in the bistro because you were enjoying this too. Lightly, you dragged your tongue up his quivering cock, causing Javier to buck his hips and let out a hiss of dissatisfaction.

"Mierda, princesa, you gonna take me or just make me beg for it all night."

"You know I like to tease you, Javi." But the time for teasing was over. With one hand wrapped around him, you took him into your mouth, lowering your head as far as your gag reflex would let you. You began to move slowly, Javier's hands still in your hair and guiding your movements. Your other hand reached up and fondled his balls, pinching and massaging the tender skin. The sensation sent Javier hurtling toward the edge and he began to thrust into your mouth, matching your pace. It was good, too good. He was going to cum soon if you kept going.

Suddenly, Javier pulled away with a grunt, panting your name.

"Fuck, princesa, you're gonna finish me off fast like that." His voice was ragged with hunger. He wanted to taste you again, feel himself inside you as you came. "I'm not done with you yet."

Javier untangled his hands from your hair and placed them tenderly on your shoulders before pushing you back onto the bed again. He grabbed your ankles and hooked them over his shoulders, giving him full access to your cunt which was aching in anticipation of his cock, the size of which you had just fucked with your mouth.

You could feel the heat of him, so close, but Javier took his time, kissing his way down your thighs, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin until your legs shook. And still, he didn't slip inside you, instead caressing the tenderness of your stomach with his mouth. He'd kissed all the way up your body, from the jut of your hip bones to the freckle below your bellybutton to the supple fullness of your breasts. Javier's attentions left you squirming under his touch, but he wasn't done. He wanted to taste every inch of your exposed skin, both salty and sweet under his tongue.

Suddenly, Javier's touch left your body and he flipped you over. You squealed at the abrupt movement, your face in the pillows and hands gripping the sheets. Behind you came the sound of a condom opening. And then you could feel Javier hovering above you, his cock teasing your entrance, one hand on your hip and the other in your hair. And then his voice spoke next to your ear.

"Are you ready, princesa?" Javier asked, his voice heady and ragged.

"Fuck me, Javi." That was all the invitation he needed. Without a moment's hesitation, Javier lined himself up with your entrance and slammed into you. Your gasp of surprise, and all the screams that followed, dissipated into the pillows, muting the sounds that you knew would have been heard by the neighbors otherwise.

Javier crashed into you again, stretching and filling you more with each thrust. He started slow, savoring the feeling of your walls clenching around him. The hand in your hair pulled your head back, releasing the sounds trapped in the pillow to mingle with Javier's moans. The hand at your waist wrapped around to find your clit, his calloused fingers teasing the delicate bud, and Javier leaned over to run his tongue up your spine, chasing the shivers he was causing.

The combination of sensations, his tongue on your skin, fingers on your clit, cock buried deep in your pussy, built you again toward orgasm. You rose up onto all fours, trying to find that angle you knew would hit your g-spot, and Javier seemed to understand. He began to thrust harder and faster, rushing toward the edge he had narrowly avoiding sailing over when his dick had been in your mouth. But this was better, so much better. Javier's untangled his hand from your hair and wrapped his arm around your chest, lifting you so you were on your knees and pressed flush against his back.

This was it, the perfect angle. A tumble of incoherent Spanish curses flew from your mouth as Javier reached up to squeeze your tit in his large hand.

"Fuck, Javi, right there," you mumbled in between breaths. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

"Cum for me, princesa," Javier growled into your ear. "I won't cum until you do."

Javier's tongue flicked along your neck and up toward your ear, where he nibbled lightly. He thrust, deep and strong, into your trembling pussy and you came, in a searing white light of ecstasy. You choked out your sounds of pleasure, unable to breathe properly. As your walls clenched around his cock, your orgasm rushing in waves against him, Javier could hold it no longer. With a groan, he fell apart, grunting your name over and over as his twitching member spasmed inside you.

The two of you held still for a moment, unwilling and unable to move. Finally, Javier slipped out of you, leaving you feeling cold and empty. It didn't last long, however. Javier laid on the bed and pulled you down with him, holding you close to his chest. You curled against him, relishing in the warmth of his skin against the cool breeze drifting in through the open window.

"I have to admit, this isn't how I thought my night would end," Javier said. You giggled, still high on the euphoria of your second orgasm. The dopamine that clouded your brain began to clear and you looked into Javier's face, the tension and worry absent and replaced with a languid look of satisfaction and pleasure.

And then you realized something that made you sit straight up in bed. "You bastard," you said accusingly, pointing a finger at Javier's chest. He dragged a hand across his face.

"Oh mierda, what did I do now?"

"You never even kissed me."

It was true. He hadn't. He'd been so preoccupied with tasting the rest of you he'd failed to do the one thing he actually desired most.

"Alright, that's a valid accusation," Javier said, dragging you back down and rolling on top of you, pinning you to the bed. "I am a bastard, a lucky one."

Finally, with one hand on your face and the other lacing his fingers in yours, Javier kissed you. A real, proper kiss, teeth scraping your bottom lip and tongue gliding along yours. He kissed you until he could hold his breath no longer and then came back for more, tasting of your orgasm and the shared cigarette. At last, he pulled away and buried his face in your neck.

You pulled the covers up and over the two of you. And then you wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding him to your chest as tightly as you could.

"Have any plans for tomorrow?" you asked.

Javier grinned into your shoulder. "Ready for round two already?"

"Only if we get to sleep in first."

"Anything for you, princesa."

#narcos #narcos fanfiction #javier pena #pedro pascal #"javi smut #javier pena x reader #I just want to dance with Javi is that too much to ask #reader #xreader

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Oscar Isaac and Pedro Pascal are like ridiculously attractive. Like you know how some people have crushes, no. The absolute feral feeling they emit from me is one of a kind that can’t be replicated. WHO GAVE THEM THE RIGHT?!? 😫

#xreader #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar isaac fandom #pedrito #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #asks are always appreciated #inbox is always open #send me anything #thirsty thots #screaming without the s #please just one chance #i’m begging #I’ll be an assistant for free #on my hands and knees

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The Third Wheel (javier peña x f!reader) - masterlist

pairing: javier peña/reader

summary: A DEA Fake Marriage story. "You had often wondered how you ended up here, the third wheel in the well-oiled, grumpy and semi-alcoholic DEA duo consisting of Steve Murphy and Javier Peña... Actually, that was a lie. You hadn't wondered at all. You knew exactly how you'd ended up here. The two male agents had never been particularly good with following orders, which had been a thorn in ambassador Noonan's side since day one. And as everyone who knew the old saying “if you can't beat 'em, join 'em” could tell you, you were the intended solution to that particular problem. And boy had you let everyone down."

rating: Mature

warnings: smut and violence

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16

#javier peña x reader #javier peña fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #javier peña/reader #undercover as married #slow burn #javier/reader #javier xreader #narcos #narcos fanfic #javier peña #The third wheel fanfic #my fanfiction #the third wheel fanfiction #female reader

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Too Good For Me. || Din Djarin X Jedi! Reader SMUT*

Part of the Best Obsessions AU!

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Requested: aksjdjksld

Warnings: Swearing! full blown Sex, oral both male and female receiving, unprotected (pls be safe irl!),edging, anal, slight degrading, kissing, some fluffy aftercare, No helmet Din,  Blindfolded for some parts, touch starved Din, Force reacts inappropriately sometimes with reader, established partnership, made something up so I could kinda waltz around the creed’s code, shh dont hurt me pls. (hopefully I didn't miss anything)

Parings: Din Djarin x reader

Authors Note: Okay so now this is really my first time writing a full smut. I hope you enjoy, I low-key was imagining that one gif of Pedro in Narcos for this. I hope this is good!The Next parts i want to be full of angst, jealousy, fluff, and lots of more kinks and fantasies to be played out (cough cough I might add a daddy kink into it but shhh))) 

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Summary: Din kept his promise and he wants you to know just how much he’s been thinking of you. Training went well, but after what you did to him, he wants to throw scouting out of the window and show you everything now.

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“Good, again.” You jumped over his back and rolled over his shoulder. Ducking under his punch and you strike him in the shoulder, your knuckles only slightly bruised. and he snips you on your side. “Watch your form!” He snarls at you and tries to trip you by sweeping his leg, but the force favors you and tells you “Jump!”, so you do. His grunts were seeping into your ears. Unbeknownst to him, sleeping that night after he left was nearly impossible. So you were fired up but nearly exhausted, this was almost your 6th round training with Din today. You clipped his body with your side and tossed him down.

When he hit the floor he let out a grunt and then laughed a bit. You straddled him and laughed, both of you taking a moment becasue of how out of breath you two seemed to be. “Another round?” you huffed before realizing your position and quickly get up to help him by holding out your hand. He took your hand and raised himself, once up he put his free hand on your upper arm squeezing tightly. “Nah, let’s take a break.” “Freshen up and meet me in my cot, I have to show you something.”

“o-okay” was all you could muster out. He left, leaving you there dumbfounded. your mind was racing, what was so important? He never stops training this early, the sun is still out and the moons are far from setting. 

So you do what he told you, you freshen up by splashing your face with cold water and you let your hair down. Just for now as you think that you two will continue training later. 

It felt good to be back on the ship for now, it felt like home. Sure you like Sorgan and it feels good to be on a somewhat stable planet. but you can’t beat the feeling of where you spent majority of your life for the past couple of months with your makeshift family. 

You sigh and exit the refresher making your way into Mando’s room. You knock once and hear the modulated voice respond “Come in.” 

when you enter you can’t seem to find him. “Turn around” the force calls out faintly. You try, but you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t turn around.” he says.

“Y/n? Do you trust me...?” he says statically. “Of course, always.”

 “Good.”

“Now I need you to trust in me, blindly...” His arm reached in front of you and he showed you a black makeshift blindfold. “Will you do this for me?” 

That sent a shiver down your spine. “y-yes”

“Good.” 

He wrapped it around you and you were enveloped into darkness. you heard multiple things going on around you. Was this part of training? Are we gonna go scouting soon? 

Your mind was racing

Then you heard a large bang of metal hitting the floor. 

It scared you to say the least, but nothing in you was alerting you to anything bad, it was just a quick scare.

“D-din? I-” you were shut up when you feel kisses up your neck. “u-uh” you tried to hold back a moan, but it came out louder than expected. you feel a hand snake up your thin tank top and it sends shivers down your spine.

 “That night...” he said in between kisses, his fingers rest on your breast. “I know what you really wanted...” “Maker... I think you may have known what I wanted too...” he gave it a gentle squeeze over the lace bra.

He gets to the most sensitive part of your neck and your whimpers bleed out of you. “I-I did?” you breath out. He stopped and pushed you gently against the wall. You could feel him right on top of you and he plays at the hem of your shirt. 

“I want you...” 

“Do you want me too?”

“I want you so bad...I need you.” you moan into the words as they drip from your mouth.

He grunts and presses his lips to yours, you kiss back and tangle together. Finding his soft locks with one hand and trail to the tent in his pants with the other. 

Then you realize; His armor... the beskar is gone. Maker you hope that this isn't a dream and you’d wake up any moment. You wish you could see his face. But just feeling him on top of you made everything worth it. 

He asks you for permission to undress you and you audibly said yes. He took off your shirt and you helped him shrug off your pants and undergarments.

“Fuck. look at you, look at how fucking perfect you are...” he trailed off, if you weren't wearing the blindfold, he would have seen your eyes light up and the lust turn deeper in you. You were embarrassed, but in a good way, and the force felt it in you. It manipulated the blind fold and tried to lift it past your eyes, but you took your hands and brought the blindfold back down before you saw anything.

Din chuckled “It’s okay Cyar’ika, I trust you.” he lifted your chin with his finger and he slipped the blindfold off of your head. You kept your eyes closed. “But what about-” “I can show my face to those I have a strong and deep emotional connection with. Someone I trust in more ways than one...” “So, open your eyes cyare..” 

You do and the first thing you do is catch his brown eyes... 

In awe, you bit your lip and your eyes sparkled as you took in his face. You closed the gap in between you both and wrap your arms around his neck. “Fuck you’re so so hot...everything I've ever wanted... everything I ever imagined.”

That’s what set you both off and he threw you onto his bed as he stripped from his clothes, leaving on his boxers. He crawled onto you and went down into your heat.

“Din…Din please..” you moan and drag out the last word gripping the sheets of Din’s bed. You gasp and and grip the sheets harder as you look down and see him in your heat, a pile of dark curls on his head as he works his magic in between your legs. You move your hands to his hair, pulling on his curls and he grips your hips tighter. You can feel the way he moves and it’s nothing like you've ever felt before. 

Suckling on your clit and then he circles it. Your legs shake and you curse. “O-oh Ssshit!” Everything he does and every way he moves puts you deeper and deeper into a trance. Even his facial hair adds to the immense pleasure you feel.

You feel your climax and moan louder than before. “D-din i-im” he picks up the pace moving one hand to your heat and using his fingers to help you finish, but before you came he kissed up your body to your neck his soft lips moving with vigor. Pumping in and out faster and faster. You really hope that this isn't another dream...You tremble and he kisses your jaw. You melt into him and your high is near. 

 “what do you want?” he snarls out. You try to respond but you’re a mess. He slows down causing your climax  to be stopped and you whimper. 

“Again, what. do. you. want.?” 

“Y-you Din... I-I want you to fuck me...” That sent him off the edge and he drilled his fingers into you. His grunts filled your ears again. You were in euphoria, a complete mess and he helped you ride out the high. “Fucking fuck.” you breathe out. He laughs lowly, and cleans you up with his fingers. “You’re so good for me...” you turned him around and climbed on top of him. 

“I’m about to show you how much better I can be.” bringing down his pants, his cock sprung from underneath the fabric and you bit your lips. God it was like you were ravenous...nearly aching for him to be inside of you in all of his length.

You finally saw that your dreams were a reality.

giving him a tease you circled the tip and could already see the magic you were causing in him. Pre-cum was already sitting at the top with you only having touched him slightly. He was melting in your hands. cupping his balls, you took him in, making a show out of it. 

He tensed up and moaned out “fuck yeah baby, that’s my good girl y/n...” He was tensing up and you could feel that he was close to his high by the way his cock twitched in your mouth. 

So you teased him by stopping for a bit.

It was your way of payback for what he did to you moments ago when you were about to reach your high, but he stopped you. 

“c-c’mon cyar’ika.. please.” He begged you. To be honest you liked the way he was begging you, maybe you’d drag it on a little longer. 

wiping your tongue across the tip made him growl like a beast. Maybe he;s had enough now.

while finishing him off, he grabs your hair and helps you by thrusting his hips farther into your throat. Now he’s the mess. He lets out one last grunt and he releases himself into your throat, the hot and sticky mess you gratefully take and swallow. He releases with a sting of lewd curses. 

Maker, you didn't know how but that turns you on even more.

Again, he’s everything you’ve ever imagined him to be and he tastes fucking fantastic. 

He pants “Oh, you’ll pay for that.” he flips you to lay on your hands and knees. You feel him hovering behind you. One hand cups your throat lightly and the other is on your hip rubbing your ass. “you were such a good girl.. but you turned naughty... All to see the look on my face. Tell me Cyar’ika, was that punishment for what I did to you?” he whispers into your ear and lightly slaps your ass. You moan to reply.

 ”Well, you know how we make up for that right?” 

“With your cock?” you moaned while biting your lips. “There’s my smart girl...” 

In a blink of an eye he inserted himself into you slowly. His length filled you and he let you adjust, while he kissed your neck and positioned himself to fit you by placing both of his hands on your hips.

He started to move in and out. You couldn't even think straight. The room was filled with moans, grunts, and swears, almost like a symphony. Then he came by your ear again. “Tell me y/n, is this what you dreamed of me doing to you all those times?” he thrusted harder into you. “Oh you have no fucking idea.” you gasped when he brought you up and kissed your neck while thrusting at full speed. “Fuck yeah, right there Din f-fuck!” you bit your hand trying not to spill anymore slurs and brought the other to frame his head behind you holding onto the back of his neck. 

His words were right in your ear the whole time. Your highs were approaching. 

“D-Din!” 

“That’s it be a good girl and cum when I tell you, but I want to hear you, let this godforsaken planet know you’re mine.”

yo both moved in unison the sound of pleasure seeping out of the room, his hips where ramming into you at full force and you were about to collapse from the pure pleasure. He felt you twitch, your walls starting to tighten around him. 

“Good girl, not yet...”

You whimpered needing to release on him and he chuckled lowly seeing you ache in pleasure was his favorite. 

“Now.”

you gasped and slurred, releasing onto him, basically screaming his name, and a mountain of pleasure took over your body, the knots once in your stomach were now undone.

Then Din let himself out, “Oh maker, Y/N” you both collapsed on each other trying to catch your breath.

He kissed you again and you rolled off one another, cleaning each other up and smiling. He place you under the covers and snuggled up to you. wrapping a strong arm around your waist, and kissing your forehead. “wow” you both let out and unison and laughed. “I've been dreaming of doing that forever.”

“really?” you questioned him with bright eyes. “I mean, so have I, but we hated each other at first... I never thought you’d feel the same way...” 

“Maker, it’s true I couldn't stand you at first, but then, i guess it escalated into something more in my heart after really getting to know you.” 

You giggled and kissed him, but when you pulled away you lingered, just staring at each other and admiring him in all of his beauty.

“Not what you expected?” “More than what i expected, I've always been so close to seeing you in my dreams, but would always wake up, but a dream cant make up this much handsomeness on one face...” he smiled and brought you back down for one more kiss. you yawned and nuzzled yourself into his chest.

You drew circles on him, 

“So Din, what does this make us?”

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Hate run, love speed (Pedro Pascal x racing driver f!reader) part 2/?

Pedro Pascal x racing driver f!reader

Summary: You accidentally pick up a hitchhiker who turns out to be Pedro. You hear from him that he’s not a fan of racing and thinks drivers don’t do much… Then he finds out you’re a rally driver.

Warnings: swearing, small angst, mention of risk of accident and death,abuse from men (but not Pedro!) …

A/N: I’m not an expert on car racing and rally drivers, but I’ve always dreamed of becoming one. So please don’t take anything I write about racing and cars seriously. English is not my native language so I apologize for any mistakes. This is my first xreader so… I’m dying here.

Ok, I decided to show the beginning of the story from Pedro's perspective. I hope it's ok ;)

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Pedro was having a bad day. It rarely happened to him, but when he had, everything went wrong. It started with him forgetting to set his alarm the night before. As a result, he woke up too late and didn't have time to quietly drink his coffee. So he decided to drink it while driving.

Bad idea.

When the car in front of him braked sharply, Pedro had to do the same and coffee spilled on his white shirt.

"Joder!" was his only reaction.

He didn't have time back to home to get a new shirt and all he had left in the car was a purple T-shirt. He shrugged and pulled over to the side of the road to change.

At the racetrack, he was supposed to meet people who were going to hire him to advertise their brand of cars.

In fact, everything was already settled, so he stated that his appearance is unlikely to influence their decision to hire him.

But when he tried to restart his car, the engine wouldn't budge.

"What's the heck?"

He tried again and again...

"Don't do this to me," he groaned to himself.

The outfit might not have disqualified him, but absence certainly would have. He pulled out his phone to call Uber and roadside assistance, but the screen was blank.

Yep, he forgot to plug the phone into the charger this morning.

For a moment he just sat in the car shaking his head in disbelief. Could it be worse?

He decided not to give up and try to hitchhike.

Easier said than done.

Of course, it must have started to rain, and the cars drove past it and didn't even slow down. He was starting to really lose hope when it was you who decided to help him.

He felt like jumping for joy, and when he was inside and saw you, he started thinking that his day was starting to get better. Your smile and slight embarrassment seemed so cute to him. And of course he noticed your Grogu keychain. But he decided not to tease you about it. He was glad you were trying to hold a little conversation, and to be honest, he wasn't thinking much when answering your question about motor racing.

He immediately noticed the tension on your face as your phone rang. When he heard that guy (Ben) scream, he wanted to punch him. How could someone yell at someone as nice as you?

He felt remorse when he heard you were late, and yet you stopped to help him. And then....

"Why do I need a driver who drives around the city and not on the racetrack?"

No, no, no... Why did his day have to be a nightmare? He just insulted you moments ago. You were so nice to him. You were sweet. You were beautiful. And you were probably his fan, and he must have screwed it up.

He blurted out an apology, and even after you answered him in a funny way, he felt bad. He felt even worse when you jumped out of the car and said you had to run.

He wanted to ask for your phone number and invite you for coffee as an apology, and all he could do was yell, "Good luck in the race!"

It was a really bad day. With a heavy heart, he made his way to the VIP box, where his agent and two representatives of the car brand he was supposed to advertise were waiting for him.

*

You ran into your team's box like crazy. You immediately grabbed your racing suit and started changing. You tried to ignore the presence of mechanics, helpers and Ben. It's not the first time they've seen you in your underwear.

Robert one of the helpers handed you your white helmet with a rainbow flag and smiled at you to reassure you.

"Thanks," you murmured.

Ben gave you an appraising look as usual. You knew he didn't like it when you showed your LGBTQ+ support so openly, but you didn't care.

When you were ready you realized that your car had already left. You looked questioningly at Ben.

"I didn't think the princess would come, so I told Frank to take place at the start."

"Fuck you," you growled and ran towards the cars.

Of course Ben chose Frank as yours substitute, his nephew. Frank, however, was nothing like his uncle, and he didn't want to get you out of racing. The truth was that the boy was too insecure and nervous too quickly. So as soon as you ran to the car door he jumped out and shouted:

"Y/N how good that you made it!”

The judge ran up to you and asked:

"Youre switching places?"

You both nodded your heads.

"You have three minutes to warm up the engine," he said.

Frank slapped you on the shoulder and stepped away.

As you took the driver's seat and grabbed the steering wheel, you felt a rush of joy. You hit the accelerator and the engine roared furiously.

"Hi Javier" you said with a smile.

Yes, you named your car: Javier. Your dad always told you that cars have soul. According to him, each car had its own character and you believed it. That's why you named your sports car Javier Peña. First of all, this car attracted women like a magnet. It was a good car. Fast, durable, agile but... he was also stubborn. You had to be sensitive to pressing the accelerator and brake pedals. And he drank a lot... Fuel, of course. Not whiskey.

*

Pedro walked quickly over to his agent and greeted him. Joe glanced at him.

"Don't ask, please. Bad day," he said grabbing his purple t-shirt.

"Ok. I'll introduce you."

They approached the two men who were staring intently at the race track.

"This is Henry Jones and Tom Miles. Henry, Tom, meet Pedro Pascal."

Pedro shook their hands and said:

"Sorry for being late. My car broke down."

Tom waved his hand and Henry asked:

"I hope you don't have car from our company."

"No."

"Whew, lucky. It would be an awkward start to a collaboration."

Tom suddenly shouted:

"It's Y/N! She made it. Fortunately. This Ben's boy is not fit to drive."

Pedro's heart started to beat faster when he heard a familiar name. Was it possible? Could the same people who were supposed to hire him be your sponsors? As if that wasn't enough Tom said:

"We want her to star with you in a series of our commercials."

"Ooh... Great."

He didn't know what else to say. Instead, Henry spoke up:

"She doesn't know it yet, but we'll try to convince her. I hope it won't be a problem for you, to work with her. You'll probably need to train her a bit."

"No problem," he replied a little too enthusiastically.

"Cool. We'll get to know you soon with her. We'll let you know and now let's enjoy the race."

Pedro had never followed any races so attentively before.

*

You managed to take fourth place. It wasn't a podium, but thanks to that you scored more points in the overall ranking. You still had a good chance to be on the podium at the end of the season.

After the game, you approached your fans. You signed autographs and took pictures with fans. As usual, there was a bit of chaos. You spoke to some drivers you liked. Then you went to the mechanics and exchanged your views on "Javier's" condition with them. You asked them to check the suspension and brakes.

Before you knew it, the stands were empty and you were very tired and hungry. All you wanted was to go home.

Before you left, however, Ben grabbed your arm too hard and growled:

"Test drives are tomorrow at 8am. Do not be late."

"Okay," you groaned.

Your tone of voice annoyed him.

"What do you mean? Don't you want to drive? Ten better guys will take your place."

"Tell that to our sponsors who brag about having a female driver," you growled.

You didn't understand Ben.

Your sponsors were pleased with you.

Your fans were happy.

Teammates were happy.

But not Ben. He always made sure you felt like shit.

"They'll get bored of you eventually. You are just their mascot to increase the prestige of the company, because they support sex equality."

You yanked yourself out of his grip and walked briskly to the parking lot. You felt tears forming in your eyes, but you held them back.

You got in your car and patted the steering wheel.

"Hey Mando. Have you been waiting long? It's time to go home."

Yes, you've been talking to cars. Especially when you were nervous. And yes, you named your private car Mando. Because it was silver, durable and reliable.

*

It took you almost an hour to get home. When you entered your apartment you were hungry, tired and needed a shower.

You grabbed a quick bite to eat, showered, and changed into your pajamas. You poured yourself a glass of wine, plopped down on the couch with a sigh of relief, and turned on Netflix. You almost blindly chose a series from your favorites list. When the familiar opening credits from Narcos appeared on the screen, you almost jumped.

Pedro!!! How could you forget?! That you met Pedro Pascal!!!

You quickly grabbed your phone and called your best friend.

"Y/BF/N you won't believe what happened?!"

You heard laughter on the other end.

"I know, you took fourth place. Congratulations!

"No," you groaned.

"NO?" Your friend was clearly surprised.

"Yes... But that's not what happened. I met Pedro Pascal. Live! He was in my fucking car!"

"In Javier?!"

"Nooo... In Mando."

You told her the whole story.

"Damn, too bad he doesn't like racing," said your friend.

"Yeah... It's a pity. But it was fun anyway. I'll never see him again, but I'm glad anyway. And now I have to lie down. I'm exhausted."

After you hung up, you put the Narcos episode back on and fell asleep on the couch.

*

A/N Yes, Reader meet again Pedro in next part :)

Part 1: https://lionlena.tumblr.com/post/716871370125066240/hate-run-love-speed-pedro-pascal-x-racing-driver

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/lionlena/717304571109736448/hate-run-love-speed-pedro-pascal-x-racing-driver?source=share

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