masterlist ~ 25. she/her. i like writing stories and shit. i watch and read a bit of everything so if you have any requests, just ask and I'll do my best! and enjoy :)
possible TWs: death of a loved one, depression, meds intake
hello there(✿) logged into this account for the first time in like more than a year, and even though i know literally no one cares i will still leave a small message explaining the gap. last year around this time i had to take care of a family member in their last few months of life and i kinda lost the desire to write slowly because i fell into a small spiral during and after their passing, so as bad as i felt about it, i abandoned this little corner of the internet that brought me joy. i also don't think my at the time meds helped, and the more time it passed, the more guilty i felt about not coming back (because of the unfinished stuff i left) so i just wallowed on my self pity and decided that was the best thing to do. but the truth is that i miss writing even if it's for a couple of people, because i enjoy it, it brings me a little joy in this world we live in, so i decided to log back in again and hope i can get some inspiration on me again (soon-ish) and start writing once more. welp, that was longer than i anticipated, but yeah I'll leave it there. sorry if you read the whole thing, but thank you for staying! ♡
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Pairing: Logan Howlett x f!reader
Contents/warnings: +18 MINORS DNI, established relationship, logan has ruts, choking, breeding kink, pet names, dirty talking, blowjob, degradation and praise, fingering, p in v, rough rex, overstimulation
Logan swallowed hard again, hands squeezing his legs, trying not to concentrate on the warm feeling that was taking over him.
You were cooking dinner in one of Logan's shirts, which covered you up just below the curve of your ass, and it was beginning to drive him mad.
He knew what was happening, but didn't account of it being early, much less being with you while he went through it. He had managed to keep his rut away and unknown to you, not wanting to admit it. You would probably want to try and help him, but he was afraid he'd break you, or that you would never want to see him again. The thought of it made him feel anxious, but it was easily pushed away by the thoughts of you bent over the kitchen island.
“Hey, are you alright?” you asked with a spoonful of the dinner you had taken for him to taste.
You had noticed something was going on with him as you turned around to let him taste the recently finished dinner. Leaving the spoon back in the pot, you approached the chair he was sitting at, kneeling in from of him.
“Logan” you called, but he was avoiding your gaze. “Baby, what's going on?”
You took your hand up to the side of his face, noticing the hot temperature. “God, Logan, you're burning up” you said, touching his face with both of your hands, forcing him to look at you. “What do you need? What's going on? Please talk to me baby”
When his eyes met yours you noticed his pupils were blown, brows furrowed in deep thought. He suddenly grabbed your wrists, making you gasp as he took your hands away from his burning skin.
“I...”
He swallowed. You waited for his response, but he just looked at your doe eyes, innocently waiting for an answer while he could only think of tearing your clothes apart and fucking you right then and there.
“Let me help you, just-”
“You can't”
“How do you know if you won't tell me?” you asked, hands still held by the wrists by him. “Just tell me what's going on, please” you pleaded with a soft voice.
“I have this thing” he said, letting go of your wrists. You took his hands back in yours. “I... Get into some periods of time. Some ruts.”
“Like... Animals?” you said softly with confusion.
“My mutation gives me these-” he sighed and closed his eyes for a second, the mere look of you licking your lips making him start to get hard. “These urges. Periods of very high libido and urges to have... Uh- To have sex, to... breed.”
You blinked a couple of times, processing the information.
“Why didn't you tell me this before?”
“Because it's stupid. I need to go” he said, letting go of your hands and getting up. You got up too, and ran up to him to block his way to the door.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Leave it, I-”
Logan tried to take a few steps, but you stopped him with a hand on his chest. His whole body had a reaction to your hand on his skin, rushing his blood to his already straining dick.
“No. Tell me” you said, determined. “Can I help?”
“You don't know what you're asking, darlin'. It's not sweet.”
“I don't care” you answered with the same tone, your hand making it's way down to his belt. A hitched breath came out from his lips as you started unbuckling it. “Let me help you”
You could see the outline of his cock pressed tight against his jeans, and freed it when you opened his pants, giving it a few strokes. Logan let out a ragged breath and closed his eyes as you ran your hand up and down his length, a string of curses falling from his lips.
“Get on your knees doll, I need your pretty mouth” he said, and you followed the command, kneeling in front of him.
Looking up at him, you took his leaking angry red tip on your lips, licking the salty liquid as you bobbed your head and took him more and more in your mouth. He took a fistful of your hair and started fucking your throat at a relentless pace, making you gag and choke on it.
Suddenly, he pulled you up and grabbed you by your legs, making you wrap them around his hips as he guided you to the kitchen island. Sitting you on top of it, he kissed you with a hunger you had never seen on him, which only made your panties damp.
“God, I can smell how fucking wet you are” he grumbled as he pushed the wet material aside, a finger entering your soaked cunt. You moaned, hands flying to his hair as you arched your back.
“More” you said in a moan.
“Demanding little thing, huh?” he said with a smirk as he added another thick finger into you. Picking up the pace, it wasn't long until a third finger made its way into your dripping pussy, the familiar sensation of warmth pooling at your lower belly.
“Lo, I-” you said with ragged breaths, hand gripping his bicep.
“Cum for me darlin'” he demanded, thumb pressing circles in your clit. That was enough for your orgasm to topple over, your cunt squeezing his fingers.
Logan didn't wait for you to come down from your high as he ripped the fabric and took his dick out of the restriction of the denim. He took it into his hand and sank the whole length into you, making you cry out. He started a relentless path, the only sound on the room that of your breathy moans and the slap of his balls against your skin.
Wrapping a hand around your neck, he sloppily kissed you, need taking over his thoughts. The only thing on his mind was fucking you and filling you up to the brim again and again, leaving you full of his cum.
His hips started stuttering, and leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, biting down on it when he finally reached his orgasm, ropes of hot cum filling your insides. Panting, you took his face between your hands and brought your foreheads together, smiling. He smiled back, but it wasn't as innocent as yours.
“Not done with you, doll” he said as he took you off the counter and bent you over it. You gasped at the cold sensation of air hitting your dripping cunt. “Not even close” he whispered in your ear.
With a single thrust he pushed inside of you, making you cry out at the sudden feeling of being full of him again. He started mercilessly pounding into you again, the tip of his dick brushing your cervix ever so deliciously at the new angle.
Grabbing you by the hair, he lifted your head and put his hand to your neck, you lips letting out a broken moan.
“So fucking good for me” he whispered in your ear lowly. “Letting me use your pretty pussy whenever I need”
You whined at his words, feeling your orgasm creep closer again.
“My pretty little fucktoy” he said, biting down on your neck and sucking on the soft skin. “I'll mark you up so everyone knows who you fucking belong to, darlin'.”
Logan kept fucking into you at a pace that had your brain incapable of thinking about anything else than his dick ramming into you. Your moans echoed the squelching sounds of your dripping pussy, and he could not get enough of it.
“You like that, doll?”
You babbled mindlessly, trying to say that fuck, yes you did love feeling every inch of him in you. He let out a laugh at your pathetic attempt of an answer.
“Have I fucked you silly, huh?” he teased. “Can't even give a a proper answer”
He loved teasing you in your dumbfounded state, but he could feel himself getting close to his own orgasm too. With a bruising grip on your hips, he quickened his pace.
“Fuck, gonna fill you up so good, darlin'. Gonna fuck you until you're so full of my seed that it's gonna stick to you until you have my child”
You couldn't help but let out a whine in between the string in moans that you were letting out.
“Please, Lo” you begged. “Wanna- Ah- Wanna be so full of you, please”
Fuck. You, begging him to fill you up? That was his undoing. With a loud groan, he thrust a few more times until his hot cum filled your insides again, dripping from your legs. You were both panting, dick still nestled deep inside you, both thinking the same thing;
Pairing: Captain John Price (CoD) x f!reader
Warnings/Content: +18 MINORS DNI, cockwarming, p in v, pet names, vaginal fingering, nipple play, edging, dom/sub behaviours, use of ‘sir’
Price sighed once more at the amount of work in his desk. Having heard the sound repeatedly from the living room, you decided to walk up to his home office.
“John, baby” you said as you hugged him from behind his chair. “Take a break, please. Come watch a film with me or something?”
“Can't, darlin’ you know that. Gotta finish these reports for tomorrow” he answered, caressing your arms and squeezing your hands with his.
“Just a little? You've been at it for hours, you must be exhausted”
“I am” he said with a sigh. “But I still have to finish these”
You lowered you head to his neck and left a few kisses along his jaw, trying to take his attention from work away.
“Hey...” he said with a warning tone. “Whatcha’ doing?”
“Trying to convince you to stop working and relax” you said with a grin. “Is it working?”
“It's distracting me, that's for sure” he said tugging on your hand and sitting you on his lap. With a small yelp, you sat on his legs and ran a hand around his neck.
“So... Will you take a break?” you asked, kissing him. “Please?”
“I'm sorry love, I really want to but I have much work to do. I promise I'll make it up to you” he answered, leaving a quick peck on your lips. He gently pushed you off his lap but you sat on his lap again, this time facing him with your legs on each side of him.
“I am not leaving without you” you said sternly, kissing him again. He put his hands on your ass, moving you closer and grinding you against him, which elicited a breathy moan out of both of your lips. With a grin, you did it again, earning a grunt from him and feeling his hardening dick.
“Hey-” he said again with a warning tone, but you interrupted him with his lips in yours. John took his hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You gasped in surprise as he grabbed your hair and tugged on it, making your head throw back and expose your neck to him. “I told you I need to work, darlin’” he said while leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. “Are you really that needy, huh?”
You hummed in response, which earned a chuckle from him.
“My pretty girl is too needy to even give a proper answer, hm?” he said, stopping the trail of kisses, and you whined in response. “Take your pants off, love”
You got up obediently, feeling your insides getting warm at the command. Price unzipped his straining pants and freed his now fully hardened dick, tapping his thigh signaling for you to sit back again. Licking your lips with a smirk, you held to his shoulders and sat again, sneaking a hand to pump his weeping cock.
“Now, look what you did” he said in a low voice. “We're gonna have to do something about that, don't we?”
“Yes, sir”
He hummed in satisfaction. “Good girl.”
Tapping your thigh, you followed the silent command to get up, and with his hands on your hips he started to sink his long cock in you. Every inch of him stretching you deliciously, your own slickness helping it slide. There still was a burning sensation of being split, but it burned so good. With a breathy moan, your hips finally touched, filled to the hilt. Price's strong hands held you in place as you both breathed hastily, foreheads touching. You cursed as you tried to move, but his hands still held you immobile.
“Baby, please” you said, almost whining. “Please let me move”
“No” he answered with a smirk. “My pretty girl is going to stay still and let me finish my work”
“But-”
“No excuses. You were the one pushing my buttons, now you'll have to wait for me to finish my paperwork to get what you want, love. Understood?”
You whined again, trying to move, but it was pointless. Wrapping your arms around him, you laid your head on his shouler, frustrated. John caressed your hair before leaving a kiss on your head and continuing his work, but you couldn't keep still with his throbbing cock inside you. You squirmed and moved slightly, earning a warning from Price every time you did.
When he was finished, he sneaked a hand between your bodies and to your clit, making you jump at the sudden stimulation.
“You did so good for me, love” he said, kissing your neck and jaw. “But I'll still have to punish you for interrupting me”
At the words, you swallowed hard and wrapped your legs around his body as he carried you to the bedroom. When he laid you on the bed, you whined at the loss of his dick in you, a ring of white adorning the base.
Hovering over you, he took your shirt off and immediately took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, making you moan sharply as your hands flew to his hair.
“Fuck, John, baby” you said as he kissed, licked grazed and pinched your nipples. He worked one with his hand and the other with his mouth, playing with them for what felt like the longest time.
He let go of your abused nipples with a ‘pop’ and started kissing your neck, going up to your lips. You then felt his hand on your soaked hole, making it easy for him to enter a finger effortlessly. Moaning at the sudden intrusion, he easily put in a second finger and curved them to touch the spongy spot as he dragged them in and out of you, a string of moans falling from your lips.
“John, ah- Baby-”
You felt your orgasm building up, one of your hands gripping his bicep for dear life, but just as you felt the delicious sensation about to tip over, he took his fingers out of you.
“No! John, please” you whined at the sudden emptiness. “Please”
He looked down at you with a grin, licking his fingers clean without breaking contact.
“Well, I think you deserved a punishment and I deserved a break, so...”
He unbuckled his pants, taking them off. He took your chin up and forced your mouth open, positioning himself so his weeping tip falling just in your tongue.
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Pairing: Leo Fitz x f!reader
Word count: 1,8k
Warnings/contents: +18 MINORS DNI, mentions on needles, slight violence, sex drug, unprotected p in v, v fingering, creampie
You thrashed and tried to get off the restraints that they put you and Fitz into, but it was useless, they were too tight and you couldn't get away.
“You've tried that enough, don't you think?”
“I'm just trying to find a way for us to escape, sorry if that bothers you, Fitz” you spat at him, annoyed.
While on a mission, you and Fitz got abducted as you were investigating a warehouse that was supposedly being used for illegal experimentation on humans. You got caught in the laboratory, when the team had split out and you two went to take samples. They had knocked you both out, and you woke up tied to chairs.
“You know what-”
You got interrupted as a woman and two military looking escorts entered the room.
“Well, well! Glad to see you're alive” she said. “We needed subjects to test our new little drug.”
You swallowed harshly, trying not to look scared. The woman with the white coat took some suspicious looking vials, and put it into a siringe.
“You're fucking crazy if you think we're gonna be your guinea pigs for your twisted experiments. Our team is on the building, you're not going to get away with this.”
“Oh dear I doubt that, you've been here for a while already and nobody came to rescue you” she said smugly. “So... Shall I start with your little friend over here?”
She started to walk towards Fitz, and your anxiety started to rise.
“Leave him alone, you bitch!”
Fitz just had a scared look in his eyes as she approached him.
“Please don't do it, please” he said, voice shaking as he saw the siringe closer and closer to his neck.
“Stop it! No!”
You could only watch as she plunged the siringe to his neck, releasing the liquid into it. Fuck.
“Your turn, sweetheart” she said after taking another filled siringe and walking towards you. You tried to thrash and move so she couldn't inject the drug, but the other men held you in place so she could put the siringe in your neck, feeling how the liquid traveled down your bloodstream.
“We'll see the results in a while. I'll see you later, dears.”
With that, they left the room. You turned to look at him.
“Fitz. Fitz! Are you okay?”
“Yeah... I think?” he said with a wince. “I freaking hate needles”
You opened your mouth to answer, but a loud commotion from outside the door caught your attention.
“Help! Here! We're here!” you screamed, hoping it was your team.
The door opened abruptly, and you let out a relieved breath as you saw the S.H.I.E.L.D. team barge in.
“I've never been so fucking relieved to see you” you said as Coulson broke you two free from your binds.
·-·-·-·-·
When you got back to the base, Fitz and you got a bunch of questions from the rest of the team as they were doing some tests, trying to figure out what you got injected with.
“You feel okay? You're sure you have no effects yet?” Simmons asked as she reviewed your tests.
“No. At least not yet” you said with a sigh. “But if you don't mind I think I need some rest. If you need me, I'll be in my room”
You didn't know how much time had passed, but you were laying in your bed, feeling hot and thinking why the AC wasn't on. You tried your best to try and sleep, but the growing sensation of hotness and itching didn't let you. Muttering a curse, you got up to go to the kitchen, but when you opened the door, you saw a distressed looking Fitz with his fist up in the air, as if he was just about to knock.
“Fitz? What are you-”
“Do you feel it too? The itchiness? The burning sensation? I don't know what's going on and I'm kind of freaking out here” he rambled, each word faster than the one before. You closed the door behind him and tried to calm him down, not admitting that you were growing anxious too.
“Seems like the drug is doing something. Okay, just breathe, alright? Let's- Let's try to calm down” you said trying to get him to relax, but your own body was starting to react to the unknown drug too.
“Don't tell me that! No one ever calmed down when they've been told to calm down!”
“Do you want me to call someone? What do we do?”
“I don't know!”
“You're the scientist! You should know!”
“Well I don't! Why are we screaming?!”
“I don't know!”
At this point you were both breathing harshly, chests rising up and down. His hair looked messy and dishevelled, and you had a sudden urge to run your hands through it and tug just to hear what sounds would come of his soft lips.
“Wha- What are you doing?” Fitz said in a whisper. His breath was ragged and his eyes fluttered at the feel of your hand in his hair. You had instinctively done what you were thinking, and were now so close that you could feel each other's body heat.
“I... I don't-”
You couldn't think straight, the only thought on your mind kissing him, touching him. You found yourself wondering how his hands roaming your body would feel, his fingers inside you...
Taking in a sharp breath, you jumped away from him. I mean, you knew Fitz was attractive, and maybe you dreamt of him once or twice, but... This was different. The urge, the need of him.
“I'm sorry, I... I don't know what is going on with me, I-” you covered your face with your hands, letting out a shaky breath. “Dammit”
Fitz tried not to whimper as you ran your hand through his hair. The impulse of pushing you against the wall and kissing every single part of your body was consuming his thoughts. You ran a hand through your hair as you licked your lips, and that was his breaking point.
He closed the distance between you and kissed you, a hand cradling your face. You kissed him back with a hunger you both shared, your hand going back to his hair and tugging on it, eliciting a soft moan from his lips in the middle of the kiss. Your whole body had a reaction to the sound, heat pooling at your lower belly. When you broke the kiss to breathe, you were both panting. The itchy sensation had decreased, and you let out a relieved sigh. But just as you were going to say something, it came back. Worse.
“Oh no”
Fitz was about to say something, but by his expression, you could tell he was feeling the same way. Your heart rate began to increase, and Fitz's hand on your neck was making you dizzy. The temperature of your body began to rise again, up to a point where it became painful.
“Wh- What do we do now?” Fitz said in a hush, trying not to hyperventilate.
“Do it again” you said shakily. “Kiss me again. Touch me. Please.”
Don't ask me twice, Fitz thought as he put a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you close again, his other hand on your hip. The kiss was more fiery and needy than before, making you whimper every time his hand roamed your body.
You started pushing him backwards, the back of his knees eventually kicking the edge of the bed. You pushed him down into the bed and straddled him before kissing him again. His hands sneaked under you shirt and you moaned at his touch. You hastily took your shirt off, taking his' right after.
God, you were dying to touch him. Dying for him to touch you.
Fitz took the clasp of your bra and took it off, getting lost somewhere in the room. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, and you cried out as pleasure took over, grinding on his already hardening dick. Fuck, that felt good. You did it again, and a groan escaped his lips. In response, he flipped you over kneeled over you.
“Are- Are you sure about this?” he said, even though he was trembling and sweating.
“Not the time to be a fucking gentleman Fitz” you said as you took your pants off. “Get your fucking clothes off”
He didn't hesitate again, and he laid on top of you, starting to kiss your neck as he sneaked a hand between your legs. Spreading your folds apart, he pushed a finger inside you, making you arch your back and moan loudly. Your senses were heightened, every touch and movement feeling like a thousand sparks through your body.
“More. Please” you said between moans.
Fitz followed orders as he fit another finger in your soaking cunt, making you cry out and tug on his hair. You felt yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm as he brushed and pressed on your spongy spot.
“Fitz, I-” you couldn't finish your sentence as you came all over his fingers, hands clinging to his arm and hair as he let you ride your orgasm waves. But you were not nearly feeling satisfied.
“Please fuck me” you said, still high from the orgasm. Fitz groaned and he positioned himself between your legs as he resumed kissing your neck. You took a sharp breath as he entered you, even with a soaking pussy he still was big enough to let you feel the stretch of his dick on you.
With his lips glued to yours and a thrust, he fully got into you, both letting out a moan into each other's mouth. He started a relentless pace that had you crying out his name over and over.
“I don't think- I'll last much longer” he said in ragged breaths, hips stuttering. You were still recovering from your last orgasm, but another one started to build, the familiar sensation pooling again in your lower belly. His dick was brushing all the perfect spots on your pussy, making you clench around him.
“Fuck, I-” he muttered as he came, hot seed spilling on you as you reached your own high.
Fitz collapsed on top of you, both panting while trying to catch your breath. The itchiness and the urges had dissipated, and you couldn't help but laugh. He looked at you with a small smile.
“What's so funny?”
“That it took a drug for us to hook up. Dreamed about it a couple of times, not going to lie” you said with a chuckle.
“Oh, did you now?” he said, and the adorable smile turned into a mischievous smirk. “I'm guessing you're ready for another round then”
He took both your wrists and pinned them above your head, kissing your jaw.
Oh this was going to be a nice, long night after all.
Pairing: Layla el Faouly x f!reader
Word count: 1,6k
Contents/warnings: +18 MINORS DNI, wlw, one bed trope, porn with a little plot, no use of y/n, oral sex (f receiving), v fingering, use of pet names, overstimulation,
A/N: i'm so sorry i'm publishing it late, i had some stuff going on and couldn't, i'm really sorry!!! hope you still like it :')
You knew Layla was a force of nature when you first met her. Fierce, strong, and so, so beautiful.
You two met when Marc called you for help on a mission, and the hotel had only two remaining rooms available.
“I've got enough sharing my head, I'm not sharing a room” he'd said, taking one of the keys with him as he left.
“Oh, you gotta be kidding me” Layla said with an annoyed tone when she first opened the door to the room you were going to share.
You walked in, and saw what had caused her to have that reaction; the double bed instead of two twin ones. Was the thought of sharing a bed with you so bad? Did she find you that unattractive? You thought you had a couple of moments during the time you shared, but seems like it was you who only had an infatuation with her. That made you get a surge of shame in your body.
“I can sleep on the floor, they have some spare pillows and blankets. I've done it before, it's no issue” you said in the most neutral voice you could, while leaving your bag on the floor and starting to walk towards the closet.
“What? No! I didn't- I didn't mean it like that” she said, taking your arm to stop you. The touch of her hand against your skin made you feel like it had ignited you inside, and you inhaled sharply. Layla took her hand away like it burned, and you felt that shameful feeling rise again. “We can share the bed. It's fine. As long as i get to choose the side I'll be sleeping in” she said in an awkward chuckle.
“Sure” you said, going to the bathroom to change. While in there, you cursed at yourself for blushing at the slightest stupid touch of her skin against yours. Before going out again, you splashed your face with cold water to try and relax a little.
It's just a stupid bed, calm down.
You walked back to bed, and she was already tucked in.
“Oh, sorry if I made you wait. You can turn the light off if you want to now” you said while you got into bed.
“It's fine” she said with a small smile. God, she looked so beautiful in the dim light of the bedside lamp. You swallowed hard, and fought the urge to kiss her plush lips.
You turned to your side as she turned the lamp off, and with your heart beating so hard that you were sure Layla could hear ir, you tried your best to fall asleep.
Next time you woke up, it was the middle of the night, and you could feel Layla's arm over your hips. When you opened your eyes, you barely could make anything up until your eyes adjusted a little to the dark.
Then your breath hitched.
Layla was fast asleep, face so close to yours that you could feel her breath fanning your cheeks. You felt your pulse spiking. Having her this close made you feel giddy, heat pooling in your lower stomach. You could kiss her. You could just lean in to those beautiful, plush lips and let them touch yours. A small, quick peck wouldn't wake her up... Right?
Well, fucking dammit.
You took a stray curl of hers off her face softly, not wanting to wake her. You stared at her face, then her lips, and leaned in to leave a small kiss on her lips. Fuck, they were so stupidly soft. It was only a couple of seconds, but when you opened your eyes while pulling away, she was staring at you.
“Oh god, I'm- I'm so sorry! I just-” you said panicking, mortified that you had gotten caught. You were going to keep going on your apologetic rant, but Layla moved the hand on your hip to the back of your head and pulled you in for a kiss.
It took you a second to process that you were kissing Layla. That she was actually kissing you back.
She tugged softly at your hair, making you open your mouth in a moan in the middle of the kiss, granting her tongue access to your mouth. The kisses were messy, full of need. Layla moved to be on top of you, and you both pulled away for air. You looked at each other with ragged breaths, and a small chuckle from her made you elicit one of your own.
“I wanted to do that for a while” she whispered against your lips.
“I thought you didn't want anything to do with me, much less share a bed with me. Even less kiss me” you said as your kissed her again.
“Oh I want to do a lot with you. To you. Believe me” she said as she kissed down your neck.
Her hands started to creep under your shirt until they found your already hardened nipples, and brushed her fingers over them, making you moan softly.
“I'm gonna take so many more of those out of you tonight” she whispered on your ear as she started to kiss down your neck, pulling your shirt up. “Take it off.”
Her commanding tone made your cunt clench, and you did as ordered. She started leaving a trail of kisses down your body as she touched your chest, and when she reached your hips, he tugged at your pants, taking them off along your underwear.
“Is this all for me?” she said as she licked her lips and kissed your thigh, seeing your glistening pussy. “Such an eager and needy little thing, aren't you?”
Her voice and words only made you whimper in response, which she took as a yes. You gasped when you felt her tongue lick all the arousal that was leaking out of you, the touch of her fingers following after. She got a finger inside of you, eliciting a gasping moan out of your lips as you gripped the bedsheets.
“Please, Layla- Please I need-”
“What does my pretty girl need?” she said in a low voice that just grew your arousal. “Say and it will be my pleasure to help baby”
“I need- I need more, please” you said, feeling giddy from her moving finger inside of you.
“Good girl.”
She added a second finger as she lapped at your clit, sucking and biting it softly. It was too much. Her fingers were curved and touching every right spot, and soon after you could feel the familiar heat pooling on your belly.
“Fuck, Layla, I'm close- I-”
“Cum for me baby, let me taste your sweet release on my lips.”
Why did she had to sound do fucking hot?
It wasn't much later that your release crashed over you like a wave, tugging at Layla's hair softly as you moaned her name. She let you ride it along her fingers, but after slowing down a little, she didn't stop moving her fingers in and out of you, and neither did her mouth. Instead, she added a third finger, making you moan loudly at the sweet intrusion, and you could feel her satisfaction as she continued to eat you out.
Your sensations were still on fire after the orgasm, and not long after you felt your body getting ready for the next wave of an orgasm. You started whimpering as she kept abusing your clit and hole with her mouth and fingers, chanting her name like a prayer.
Layla was also greedy, and she knew it as soon as she took the first lap at your soaking pussy. Fuck, you tasted so good, she could eat you out for hours.
Arching your back, you felt your orgasm snap again, more intensely than the one before. You were now shaking and gripping the sheets for dear life.
“Layla- Layla it's too much, I-” you babbled, but even though she took her fingers off and licked them clean after, she put her mouth on your dripping cunt and kept eating you out as if she was starving. Your body felt like it was lit on fire, legs shaky and back arched.
It was too much. The feeling was too much for you to handle. Layla's mouth felt too good and she was showing no signs of stopping. She kept playing with her tongue on you, and after the next orgasm came crashing down, you started whimpering and thrashing, but she kept your thighs on their place with her strong hands.
She continued to do that for what felt like an eternity, enjoying every second of it. Your vision was blurry and you had lost count of how many times you came, but she kept greedily lapping and kissing and eating your pussy like a starved woman. You were just too fucked out, moaning and whimpering her name over and over.
When she decided it was enough, your legs felt tingly and jelly-like. She got up to get a small towel and clean you up as you mumbled a thank you. She came back to bed, taking you in between her arms.
“I hope you know I loved eating your pretty little pussy, expect some good morning in the morning” she said, leaving a kiss on your forehead. You sighed with a chuckle. “Good night, beautiful”
Next morning Marc looked at you funny when you all met.
“Good night's sleep?”
“Everything great” you answered with a slight blush.
“Yeah, Steven told me so. Turns out the walls are pretty thin here.”
Your face went bright red of embarrassment as Layla chuckled.
Pairing: König (CoD) x f!reader
Content/warnings: +18 CONTENTS MINORS DNI! size kink, praising, dirty talking, v fingering, p in v, use of pet names, creampie
König knew he was big. Most of the times he even tried to make himself smaller around other people, but there was just something about knowing he could easily manhandle your much smaller sized self.
Something about how you blushed when he towered over you, trying his best not to cum on the spot when you tried to take him in your throat, eyes prickling with tears at both the length and girth of his dick in your mouth.
“It's not going to fit” you said with wide eyes the first time you saw him in his full naked glory.
“You can take it, Liebe” he said as he got a big finger inside of your already soaking cunt. “My good girl can take me over and over, we just have to work you up a little.”
You whined at his words, a gasp falling from your lips as he got another finger inside you, working in and out of you, getting used to the size. When he added a third finger and curved them to brush the sensitive spot, it wasn't long until your legs trembled and heat started pooling on your lower belly.
“That's it, Liebe, cum for me so I can fuck you nice and deep” he said with a grumble as he kissed your neck.
It didn't take much longer until you snapped and gripped at his biceps while gasping his name as you came in his fingers. He brought them up to his lips and not breaking eye contact, he licked them clean.
“Can't waste anything, can we?” he said in a low voice as you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment and need.
He positioned himself between your legs, getting his fat tip into your soaked folds, pushing inwards. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and gripped the sheets, your body tensing up.
“Relax for me, liebling” he said hovering over you, leaving soft kisses on your jaw and your neck.
You could feel him pushing farther, feeling like your insides were on fire at the feeling of his big dick making its way, molding you.
“Look at you, taking me so well” he gasped, barely containing himself when he saw his dick disappearing inside of you. “Your pretty little pussy is swallowing me. Doing so good for me.”
You whimpered at the praise. You would be lying if you said it didn't hurt, but it was a burning sensation that felt just too good.
Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, you felt his fat tip pushing against your cervix, hips clashing with another. König stilled, breathing heavily and trying not to cum at the sight of your lower belly, swollen with the outline of his dick inside of you. He moved back, taking almost all of his length out before clashing your hips together again, making you cry out in pleasure, burning sensation growing in you.
“Fuck, you're taking me so well, liebling, you feel so good. God, I could fuck this pretty little pussy of yours all day” he gasped at every thrust inside of you, each faster than the one before. It was mind numbing, the feeling of his dick making way in and out of you, molding you to his will and ruining you for any other. “Meine schöne Liebe”
You couldn't think straight. The praise, the overwhelming feeling of his cock fucking you relentlessly, the feeling of his soft lips and wet tongue on your sensitive spots in your neck, it was all too much.
You felt the coiling sensation growing back on your belly as he stroked your clit.
“König, please- I need to- I-” you stammered, trying to finish a coherent sentence, but your fucked out brain couldn't make any.
“I know, liebling, me too” he said, gasps and moans mixing each other in your mouths. “Cum with me, darling. Let me feel you come around me”
You squeezed your eyes shut, mouth open agape as you loudly moaned, his name escaping your lips ever so lovely. He didn't last much longer as he felt you tighten around him, pussy gripping his dick until he came with a long, low grunt, filling you up to the brim until cum leaked out of you.
He couldn't help but get hard again at the sight of you, cock drunk and fucked silly, string of cum and juices connecting his tip with your leaking cunt. You yelped when he thrust his full length inside again, his name coming out between gasps and breathy moans. He couldn't stop looking at how his dick made your belly swollen, mushy walls of your cunt squeezing him.
Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader
Word count: 1,4k
Warnings/contents: +18 MINORS DNI, sensory deprivation, blindfolding, dirty talking, v fingering, praising, use of 'good girl', p in v, creampie, porn with a little plot, wrap it before you tap it folks
“It might be a bit weird to ask you this” you said, trying not to look at him, clearly embarrassed. “But... Uh, just so you can sleep comfortably, I mean, the gear must be uncomfortable and-”
“You know I can't take it off.”
“I know! I know. I would never ask you to do that. That's why- Uhm...”
You took your hands from behind your back, which were holding a black silky piece of material. Din tilted his head, helmet crinkling in the dim light, curiously looking at it, then back at you.
“I thought I could lay with these, just so you wouldn't have to be around with your stupid armor and complain about your back pain” you mumbled, still not looking at him.
He smirked underneath the helmet, and slowly walked towards you until he was almost pressed up against you. “You want to wear a blindfold?”
“It's stupid, leave it-”
“No” he said sternly. “Give it to me.”
You swallowed and handed him the piece of material, feeling the heat prickle in your cheeks. You turned away, waiting for him to put the blindfold on you. He put his arms around your head and put the silky material over your eyes, tying it tightly to your head.
“Can you... Help me to bed?”
Instead of getting an answer, after a few seconds, you felt Din's bare hand caressing your arm, which sent goosebumps all over your body. When you thought he was guiding you to bed, you felt his other hand going around your neck to your cheek, and the warm breeze of his breath on your neck, unconsciously letting out a moan when you felt his lips grazing your skin. You could feel his satisfied smile on your neck, and he finally led you to the bed, letting you sit on it.
“I'll have to help you otherwise by thanking you...” he said tilting your head up with two fingers on your chin. “For thinking about me and my comfort before yours.”
You could feel his lips close to yours as he said those words in a low tone that had heat pooling down your belly. When he let go of your chin, you could hear some rustling around you, and the anticipation of knowing that he was taking his armor off for you was exhilarating.
“Lay down” Din's tone was enough to get you moving without doubt a second thought. “Good girl.”
A small whine escaped your lips, and Din's let out an amused chuckle as he got into the bed. When you felt the bed sink under his weight, you let your hands reach him, the familiar armor out of the way. Your hands touched his arms, chest, neck, stopping in his jaw, thumbs grazing the softness of his parted lips. He got closer, body hovering over yours, parting your legs to rest on his sides. He then brought his face so close to yours that you were able to feel his hot breath mangling with yours.
“DIn” you pleaded. “Please”
“Please, what?”
Not the time to be an asshole. “Please just fucking kiss me” you said with a whine, before he clashed his lips with yours.
Your hands traveled to his hair and tugged, gifting you a moan from his lips. God, that sound was enough to spike your pleasure, making you grind your hips against his, noticing the bulge growing beneath his clothes. He broke the kiss, continuing them across your jaw and stopping in your neck, finding that sweet spot that made you grind your hips again while tugging his hair once more. He let out a breathy moan again, cursing as he sneaked his hands under your clothes, finding your breasts and grazing your hardened nipples. You arched your back in a moan, and he lifted your shirt up to expose your bare chest to him.
He let out another curse as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, making you let out a breathy moan. Taking the other with his free hand, he used his tongue and fingers at the same time, getting you to wrap his body against yours with your legs, grinding on his now fully hard dick. Din took his mouth and hands back, sitting upright with your legs still tightly wrapping his hips.
“Fuck, you don't know how beautiful you look right now” he said between breaths. “These need to come off now”
He tugged at your pants, taking your underwear off too, exposing your bare cunt to the cool air. You instinctively tried to cover yourself and close your legs, but he forced you to open them again.
“Don't you fucking dare.”
His voice was low and demanding, which only made you whine in response. He lowered his mouth again, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your body until he reached your thighs.
“God, you're so fucking wet for me already” he said, wetting his lips. His fingers traced over your thighs, making your skin burn in anticipation. Your senses were heightened and every touch of his fingers, every breath against your skin was sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. You couldn't take it anymore.
“Please, Din- I- I need you to touch me. Please, just-”
Just then, he answered to your demands, licking a long strip across your dripping cunt. Your mouth fell open on a moan, hands flying to his hair, receiving a moan against your wetness in response. He then thrust a finger in you, a loud moan echoing on the room as he stroked you open, a second finger following soon after. Curving his fingers inside you as your back arched while letting out broken breathy moans, he brought his mouth to your clit while stretching you open.
You felt like you were about to burst in flames, that familiar sensation of pleasure coiling in your lower stomach closer and closer.
“Din- Ah... I need to- I'm going to-”
“Cum for me, cyar’ika.”
Those words were all you needed for your orgasm to crash over you like a giant wave, his fingers still travelling in and out of you, letting you ride your orgasm out on them. After that, he took his fingers out of your soaked pussy, glistening in the dim light. He took a look at them before lifting them to his lips and letting his tongue clean his fingers while he groaned.
“You taste so fucking sweet.”
You couldn't help but whine at the comment, imagining him with his fingers on his mouth just reignited the flame in you.
“Now be an obedient good girl and let me fuck you” he said, mouth now inches away from your lips. You took his face in between your hands and kissed him, tongues clashing in passion. He didn't break the kiss while taking his rock hard dick out of his underwear, placing it in your entrance, spreading your folds open and starting to get inside you.
You cursed as he began to push himself inside of your tight pussy, the burning sensation of splitting you open ever so pleasing.
“Fuck. Just a little more” he breathed in your neck as he pushed more and more deep in you, making you feel impossibly full. Your skin finally touched his, letting you know that he was filling you to the brim. “There we go.”
The feeling of being so full was overwhelming, and your ragged breath was making that quite obvious.
“Please... Please move, Din.”
And who was he to deny such a pretty little thing her demands?
He let his dick slip out almost fully, and then slammed it back in, making you scream in pleasure. That was all he needed to start a relentless pace of fucking you, your pretty pussy taking him so well every time. Hearing you moan his name over and over, he knew he wasn't going to last much more longer. His name left your lips like a prayer, as if it was the only thing you knew.
The coiling sensation came back to your stomach, and the erratic pounding of Din's dick in you told you he was close too. He let his open mouth fall over to your neck in a huffed moan, pushing you over the edge while screaming his name. The vice grip of your pussy against his dick was also enough for him to go over his on pleasure, and while he bit down on your neck, you felt the heat of his cum filling you up.
You both stayed close to the other, letting the waves of your orgasms wash over you. He linked your forehead with his, both of your breaths tangling together.
“Hell of an idea you had, cyar’ika” he said, letting out a low chuckle. “Hope you know it's not going to be the last time we do this.”
hey! it's my first time ever participating, even though i've been reading it for years now. i'm kinda anxious to participate so i'll try to do my best, i hope it's good enough and that you like it :D
day one > sensory deprivation (din djarin)
day two > size kink (könig)
day three > overstimulation (layla el faouly)
day four > sex pollen / aphrodisiac (leo fitz)
day five > cockwarming (john price)
day six > breeding kink (logan howlett)
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There’s so few people on here do Pedro pascal x reader fics 😭
Could you perhaps do one where reader is a director and dating Pedro secretly and he wants to go public but she’s worried about his fans?
Please and thank you 😊
yes of course!! i love writing of dearest pedrito hehe. thanks so much to you for reading, hope you like it <3
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Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader
Word count: 2k
Content: angst but happy ending, no use of y/n, fluff ending
“Okay, take 30 to rest people! Thank you! Good work!” you shouted so everyone on set could hear.
Everyone relaxed and went to do different things, some to snack, some got lost in the set. You left your headset on your chair and hopped off. A couple of people stopped you to ask questions about the next scenes, and you tried to answer them as fast as you could while walking.
You walked outside of the studio and over to where the trailers were. While you were at the door of the trailer you were looking for, you looked at both your sides so you could make sure no one saw you there, and knocked softly three times. Almost immediately, a hand yanked you inside, making you yelp in surprise.
“About time.”
You scoffed and were going to answer, but Pedro held your face with one hand, sneaking the other around your waist, and kissed you. You closed your eyes at the contact and sighed, melting into the kiss.
“Missed you” he said in a whisper, linking your forehead with his.
“It's only been a couple of days” you said with a small laugh, caressing his face softly while kissing him again. “You can get free days off of filming, but I have to be there almost always”
“We can always make it public so I can visit you whenever I'm free, that way I could kiss you or hold your hand whenever we wanted”
You sighed, getting annoyed at his words. “We talked about this, Pedro. We can't do that”
“But why? We're both consenting adults and can make choices!”
You were growing more and more annoyed by his words, getting away from his hold. “I am a director, Pedro. It can be seen as an abuse of power, and there could be serious consequences. Not to mention your raging fanbase, who would very much hate me.”
“That's not true” he protested with a sigh. “I know the fans can be a little intense sometimes, but they'd come around. They essentially like my acting and want me to be happy, and if they don't then they're not fans.”
You walked away from him while grunting, running your hands through your hair. “No! We've discussed it a hundred times. Really, can you not respect my decision?”
“Your decision also affects me too! Haven't you thought about that? It's not only you!” he shouted. “Haven't you thought how it hurts me to keep you a secret for so long? It sucks!”
“If it sucks so much maybe we need to rethink this!” you shouted back.
The moment the words came out from your mouth, you regretted them. You didn't want to break up. Fuck no. This was the best thing you ever had, the most precious and sweetest person. You looked at him, and he was frozen with a shocked expression. His eyes were teary too, and when a tear fell down your cheek you furiously wiped it off your face.
Why did you always fuck good things up?
“I have to go.”
You started to walk to the door, and opened it, but before you could say anything, Pedro stopped you, grabbing your wrist.
“Don't do this” he whispered, and you didn't turn around, but you could feel the tears in his voice. You didn't want to start crying, not when you still had quite a few hours of filming ahead.
“My break is done soon” you said, letting go of his grasp, walking to your set. On the way there you had to stop on a bathroom to splash your face with cold water and gather your thoughts. You were sure you left Pedro crying, and that broke your heart, knowing it was your fault.
You're a fucking idiot, your mind said to yourself in the mirror. Driving away the best thing you ever had over some stupid secrecy.
When you felt less shaky, you splashed your face with cold water again and went back to your chair, resuming your work. At least you had a distraction for a few more hours.
·-·-·-·-·
When you got home you walked to your room and let yourself fall down to your bed with a grunt. You couldn't stop thinking of Pedro for the whole filming, of the sadness and hurt you saw in his eyes was consuming your mind constantly.
And it was your fault.
You hurt the most happy, adorable, harmless and loving person you could find, and you hated yourself for it. And why? Because he wanted to share you with the world. But it wasn't as simple as that and you knew it. Unfortunately as a director and a woman you could probably face a hell lot of backlash for having a relationship with a coworker. Because it had started as that, developing into the most beautiful, unique and amazing relationship you've ever had.
You were just afraid of the hate wave that would come over you, especially since Pedro was very, very loved by the public. And you loved him for it, he was the sweetest person with everyone, so down to earth even with the huge rise of his fame. He was great, and you were just average. You felt like if your relationship would come out, he would realize that he could do better and just leave. You were so, so afraid of it.
A groan left your mouth again on the pillow. You were so worried of messing up your career after everything you went through to be where you were. Unfortunately, being a woman in the industry and climbing up the ladder of success was still hard. But still, you wanted to be able to kiss Pedro any time you wanted, have him by your side without having to be wary of other people, hold his hand...
“Goddammit” you muttered, taking your phone from your back pocket and unlocking it.
You weren't going to let your fear get the worst of you this time. You opened Pedro's chat and sent a text:
“Sorry for the time, but can we talk?”
You left your phone in your nightstand and changed into a comfortable clothes for bed. He wasn't probably going to answer, it was very late. After letting out a shaky sigh and getting into bed, you turned the lights off and covered yourself with the duvet. You couldn't sleep, and ended up moving around in bed.
The sudden buzz of your phone made you jump to check it. It was him. It was a message from Pedro.
“Can I go to your place?”
Your heart skipped a beat. Now? I mean, you preferred to talk face to face, but... Ah, what the hell.
“I'll be waiting.”
A few minutes after you sent the message, you heard a couple of knocks in your door. You bolted from the bed to the entrance, and tried to tidy yourself up in the mirror by the door the best you could. With a hand on the handle, you let out a shaky breath and summoned all the courage you could before opening the door.
And there he was, with tired and sad eyes, waiting at the other side of your door.
“I... I'm sorry, I was just in a bar nearby, and-”
“No need to be sorry. Please, come in” you interrupted, stepping aside so he could come in. You both sat on the couch beside the other awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
“I want to apologize” you said looking at your fidgeting hands, in a whisper. “For my behaviour. My words. I know I was cruel and I didn't mean it. I- I need you to know that I didn't mean it and I don't want to break up, that's- That's the last thing I want.”
“I shouldn't have pushed you” he said, not looking at you either.
“That's what I wanted to talk about.”
“I got it, I won't do it again. I'm sorry.”
“No you won't, because I don't want to keep the secret anymore” you said, and as soon as the words left your mouth, he looked at you, confused. You repositioned yourself on the sofa, facing him.
“I've been so scared, so obsessive with not letting anyone infiltrate my personal life, that I haven't let myself enjoy it fully. At first the secrecy was exciting, and I guess I grew accustomed to it. But you said it yourself, by keeping our relationship private I'm just hurting you, which is the last thing I want to do. That made me realize what an idiot I've been trying to protect myself from the hate that I don't even know if it'll come! I-” you took a deep breath. “If it does happen, I'm more than willing to go though it, because you're worth it. You deserve a partner that loves you loudly and proudly and I want to be able to do that because I love you.”
Pedro's mouth twitched and you thought that maybe you went too far, or gave too much of a speech. He stayed silent for a couple of seconds, and then a big smile painted his lips, eyes a bit teary.
“You don't have to do that” he said, a hand going up to your cheek to cup it. “You don't have to come out of your comfort zone”
“I've had you in the privacy of my comfort for way too long, and I think it's time that I enhance that zone. I want to be able to hold your hand, kiss you whenever I want-”
Pedro interrupted you with a quick kiss. You let out a small laugh.
“Yeah, well, just like that. So, if it's okay by you, I won't be needing to keep the secret anymore.”
“I love you” he said again and again while peppering your face with small kisses all over. You couldn't help but laugh at the tickling. When he finished with the small attack, you linked your foreheads together.
“I have to get up in a few hours to go to the studio, but please stay? I don't want you walking around at this hours of the night.”
“Alright, I have to go too anyways.”
He took his clothes off and you both went back to bed, falling asleep in the arms of one another.
Next morning you got up earlier than him, showered and started making coffee. Taking two mugs, you carried them to the bedroom and left them in the bedside table. Pedro hummed when he heard you.
“Good morning sunshine” you said, kissing his face. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled.
“Hey” he said with a raspy voice. “Is that coffee I smell?”
“Fresh out for you” you said, reaching to the small table and giving him one cup and sipping out of the other. You both stayed in the bed until finishing your coffees, talking and laughing.
After that, Pedro got dressed with some clean clothes he had at your place and you both got into your car to go to work. Before going out of your car you had to breathe a couple of times, anxiety getting a bit high.
“It's okay” said Pedro. “We don't have to go out at the same time”
“Yeah, I know. Sorry” you apologized. You let out a breath. “Okay, let's go.”
Both of you got out of the car and he took your hand while he walked up to your set, which made you smile. “Here's my stop”
“I'll see you later?” he said looking at you, still holding your hand.
“I think I finish before you, so I'll get some lunch for us both, sound good?” you said while smiling. You could feel some stares, but you didn't tear your eyes apart from his. You got closer, leaning into him until you gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I love you. See you later”
He couldn't help but smile. “Yeah, see you later darlin'”
You watched him as he left the building, and one of your friends from filming came up to you.
“Care to explain, darlin'?” she said in a mocking tone with a smile.
“Short answer, that's my boyfriend. I'll give you the long one if you have a while” you said laughing while she locked your arms together.
Hi,can u do prompt 3 and 5 with pedro cause i loved the last one u did😍
thank you for reading!! hope you like it :) xx
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actor/actress gn!reader
Word count: 1,9k
Contents: mentions of minor injuries (slight blood mentions, fainting, bruising, etc), mostly fluff
“Can you repeat my line again? I'm not my best today, sorry”
A girl behind the cameras held your script up and repeated your line once more. At this point you were feeling overwhelmed, having to repeat the short scene so many times just because your mind didn't focus. Even more since this was a big project, so on top of that you felt ashamed and anxious.
Finally, the scene went ahead and everything went as planned, getting to the next scene, which was a fight one.
One, two three, four. One two, three. One, two, three, four. You counted your steps and movements, rehearsing. One, two-
“Watch out!”
You heard the yell before the cracking sound, and while you looked up you saw one of the lights come off of the ceiling.
Uh-oh.
-·-·-·-
Pedro had heard from some people on the crew that someone in the studio next to theirs had an accident, and immediately spiraled into worry. You were in that area. There's many people there, it can't be her. The studios are huge. Yeah, no. It's definitely not her. Yet he couldn't concentrate. He threw the script into the table and hopped off the chair, determined to ease his worries.
“I'm goin' to the other studio, alright? I'll come back before the break is over” he said to one of the crew members.
He started to walk to the door that led outside, and he noticed how more and more people were whispering while walking from the other studio to the one he was in. That made him more nervous, and he started walking faster. When he pushed the door, he was immediately greeted by the sight of a few ambulances and a crowd of people standing around all over the place. That's when he saw a couple of paramedics wheeling you to the ambulance. Bloody.
His heart sank and he swore it skipped a few beats. Before he could register it he was running to the ambulance, shoving some people around to get inside before they carried you away. He jumped in.
“Sir you can't be in here unless-”
“I'm family”
The other paramedic shut the door after receiving a nod from the one that was on the truck with you, and started to drive to the hospital. He couldn't do anything but watch as the man started to change the bloody cloth he was pressing onto your forehead, which was reeling with blood. Pedro took your hand.
“What's going on? What the hell happened?”
“Apparently a few of the stage lights fell off and landed on some people, most of them without major injuries, except for her” he answered, while putting some oxygen tubes around your nose and trying to stop the head wound from bleeding. “Got the worst deal, seems like it broke some ribs, got hit pretty bad on the head. We'll know more about the internal injuries when we get from the hospital.”
The ride felt like they took the longest way to the hospital. Once they arrived, they wheeled you back out and into the ER.
“Sir, you can't go in there” a nurse said, stopping Pedro with a hand on his chest. He just watched as they took you to the area where only staff could cross. He pointed at the seats a few meters away. “You can wait in the waiting area”
If he thought the ride was the worst, he was completely mistaken. The wait was killing him. He got a few calls from the director and colleagues, asking where he was, but all he could do is give them some half-assed answers of why he wouldn't be coming back. The anxiety was eating him. He couldn't stop pacing back and forth, picking at his nails, waiting for someone to bring any news. When a doctor finally called your name, he looked up and almost ran to him.
“How are they?” he asked anxiously.
“Stable. There's a minor concussion, but nothing too serious luckily. They have been admitted to the hospital, I can take you to the room, if you'd like”
He followed the doctor to the room, and when he opened the door, his heart sank to his stomach. There you were, unconscious, bandaged and bruised, machine beeping steadily.
“They may not wake up for a few days, but that is normal. We'll be monitoring them constantly” she said, seeing the anxious look on his face. “You can stay as much as you'd like. Got a chair, the bathroom and the small sofa. Figured you might want to sleep next to her”
Pedro thanked the doctor and walked over to the bed and delicately brushed your hair away from your face, seeing the bruising on one of the sides. Fuck, you looked battered. He pulled the chair closer and took your hand on his, waiting for you to wake up.
-·-·-·-
Everything hurt. Even with your eyes closed, you felt like a truck had ran you over. Then you remembered the accident. Ah, shit.
You slowly opened your eyes, trying not to be blinded by the white light. The beeping sound was drilling into your head, making the heavy headache worse. With a sigh, you went to push the button to call a doctor and see if they could turn it off, but you couldn't, since your hand was feeling very heavy.
Please don't be a cast.
When you looked at it with painfully squinting eyes, you found the source of the weight: Pedro was laying his upper body on the side of the bed, and his hand was on yours. You couldn't help but smile. He looked so soft with his curly hair everywhere, lips parted in a slight snore. You ran your free hand by his hair, looking lovingly at him. He looked quite tired and a bit dishevelled, too. That made you frown. You looked behind him to find a blanket on the small sofa. Since when was he here? Since when were you here?
Like as to answer your questions, a nurse came in with a chart to check on you. When she looked up and saw you awake, she smiled.
“Hey, glad to see you've woken up. Got ya' man here worried sick” she said as she approached you and started looking at your screens.
“If it's not much of a bother, can you take the beeping machine off? It's killing my head” you mustered, trying to seat up in pain.
“Oh sure sugar, you got a big hit to the head, and these things can be annoying, but just glad you're awake” she said as she turned the machine silent. You sighed in relief. “How you feelin'?”
“Like I got smashed by a giant stage light” you answered with smile, sighing. You clutched your side in pain, noticing the bandages. “What day is it? How long have I been here?”
“You got here a almost a week ago, been sleepin' for the entirety of it. But the handsome man you've got there has not left your side for a second. Got here at the same time as you in the ambulance.”
“He got hurt too?” you worriedly asked.
“Oh no sugar, he got here with you as a visitor. Poor thing was worried sick when you were in the staff area being attended to” she said with a smile. “You've got a good one there. Is he your husband?”
You lowered your eyes to look at him and unconsciously smiled. “No, no. Gosh, I wish. Just... Uh, just my best friend”
“Well if my boyfriend waited that long without leavin' my side I would definitely put a ring on him” she said with a cheeky smile. “But anyways, how's your head? Any dizziness, nausea, blurry vision?”
“No, only a bit of ringing in my ears at first but that is gone now. Just the hammering headache” you answered as she took out a small light and looked at your eyes.
“Well, your pupils are workin' fine so that's a good signal. Now that you've woken up, we'll keep you in observation for a little while more, but you should be good to go in a couple of days.”
“That's good” said a raspy voice on your left. You turned your head to find a sleepy looking Pedro, still holding your hand. “Hello darlin', good to see you're finally awake”
You smiled and hugged him as the nurse left the room.
“Why are you here? Nurse told me it's been almost a week! You should have gone home” you scolded him, but with a soft voice. “And your filming! Have you really been here all this time?”
“Yeah. And I'm not gonna say sorry for it. Went home once to get some clothes, the old ones were starting to smell” he said with a smile. “You'd be damn crazy if you thought I would leave you”
“Have I ever told you how you're the best friend in the whole world?”
“Sometimes, yes” he said with a chuckle. “Um, about that... I kind of heard you and the nurse”
Oh no. You felt your cheeks getting warmer and warmer.
“I- It was a joke, I... I was joking” you said, laughing nervously.
“What if I told you that I didn't want it to be a joke? If you meant it seriously?” he said, swallowing hard, holding your hand a bit tighter. “Would you... What would you say to that?”
Your mouth opened, but you couldn't get an answer out, just stammering. “I- uhm, I-”
Pedro felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest with all the loud thumping in his ears. Maybe he shouldn't have asked? Maybe it was a joke? Unfortunately, there was no turning back.
“What would your answer be if I asked you to be my girlfriend?”
You froze. “W- what?”
He took a deep breath while closing his eyes. When he exhaled, his eyes met yours again. “I love you. I've liked you for a long time. Probably since the first time we met. This accident made me realize that I can't stop denying it, and I- I just need to know. If you don't, I'll never bring it up again and I'll be your friend. I can do that. I will, if that's what you want me to. And, shit, I know this is a lot to take in, and probably not the best of places to confess, but I can't go on anymore without an answer”
There was a silence between the two of you. Not a sound came from your throat, mouth staying agape. Pedro sighed, and he let your hand go with his eyes closed.
“I underst-”
“Ask me again”
He opened his eyes to find you looking at him with an expression he couldn't decipher. “I... What?”
“Ask me again”
Pedro hesitated. “Would- would you like to be my girlfriend?”
The couple of seconds that you waited to answer felt like an eternity to him, but seeing your smile turn into a grin and a little laugh made his heart stop.
“I thought you'd never ask. Come here” you said, yanking him by his shit to your level, and joined your lips together.
It felt electrifying. Kissing him after so long of being just friends, so many fantasies, so many dreams, felt like the best thing ever. When you softy pulled away and opened your eyes, you were met with his big brown eyes almost tearing up.
“Hey” you said, cupping his face with one of your hands. “Are you alright? Wanna take it back?”
prompt 19 and 22 w pedro?!?!?!?!? the setting would be some club and ur super not feeling it so u sit down to have a drink and when pedro sits next to u he just stares at ur face longingly. when you catch him and ask what he’s doing he asks if his staring makes u nervous. u blush and get shy when he asks u to dance… blah blah unfolding into prompt 19.. u get it!! just short nothing to complicated lol. love ur work!!
thank you so much!! I'll do the best i can! sorry if there's any typos or anything, not very proofread :') hope you like it !! x
The music was starting to irritate you. It wasn't that you didn't like going out with your friends, but you were just not much in the mood.
You had a hectic day at work, and when your best friend asked you to join a few of them to go clubbing it seemed like a good idea. But there you were, a couple of hours and drinks later, not feeling part of the party anymore.
Pedro had gone out with some friends too, which later joined yours. You two knew each other from other times where your groups had been together in cinema, dinners, concerts... And to be honest, he caught your eye pretty soon, but you thought he was way out of your league.
As you twirled your drink once again, you let out a sigh. You felt someone sit beside you at the bar, and you were ready to reject the advances of another lousy man. But instead of a drunk dude you were met with kind brown eyes and a shy side smile.
“Oh. Hi”
“Hi”
Pedro couldn't tear his eyes off of you. He couldn't help it. You just had that kind of effect on him, looking so effortlessly beautiful, quiet yet ethereal. He liked looking at you. How you clapped your hands together when you laughed, or how you scrunched your nose when you smiled. You had noticed his gaze on you, but you didn't mind. In fact, you liked it. You felt like beaming with his gaze on you. After a little while, you mustered up the courage to lock his gaze with yours.
“What?” you asked, smiling.
“Nothing. Sorry” he said smiling too. He watched as your cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. “y/n, I'm sorry for asking, and you can totally not answer, but... Does me staring make you nervous?”
You bit your bottom lip softly as you moved your eyes to your drink, fidgeting with it.
“No. No, that's alright.”
“Good. Can I ask you a dance then?” You looked in his direction with a stunned look. He suddenly felt self conscious, and lifted a hand in the air. “If- If that's fine. I- I mean-”
“I'd love to. But you might be disappointed. I've got two left feet” you answered laughing. “I'm afraid I would embarrass you.”
“I doubt that. I can always guide you. Scratch that, I'll be glad to” he said while finishing his drink and getting up on his feet. He offered his hand to you, and as you finished your own beverage, you took his hand. As he guided you to the dance floor where the people were moving and dancing to the rhythm of the tune.
At first it was just moving around with your hands linked and laughing sort of back and forth, but as the song changed into a new, slower one, you suddenly forgot what to do with them. You felt the heat on your cheeks start again.
“It's alright, give me your hand” he said, and you offered your left hand for him to take. He lifted it in the air and linked it softly with his right one, and with his other hand, took yours and placed it on his shoulder as he rested his on your back. “If you wanna stop at any second, that is totally fine” he whispered.
You were suddenly aware of the little distance that remained between you two, and you felt like your face was going to burst into flames. Instead, you pushed your sudden shyness aside and brought him closer, resting your temple on his cheek. Pedro swallowed harshly, and let out a shaky breath as he tightened the hold he had on you. He'd been dreaming of having you this close for god knows how long, and all he could think of is your scent. Your shampoo, your cologne, just you.
Meanwhile, you were trying to remember how to breathe properly. Wasn't he way out of your league? What the hell was just happening? What did this even mean?
A million questions were running around your head, but a part of you shut them out and made you lift your head until your eyes met.
“Are you okay? Do you want to-”
His sentence was interrupted by your lips coming into contact with his. A couple of seconds later and without opening your eyes, you broke the contact and just stood there, still moving to the slow tune. When you finally mustered up the courage to open your eyes, they were met with the warmth of his brown ones lovingly scanning your face. He had a big smile on his lips.
“I'm sorry I interrupted you.”
“If you're ever interrupting me like that again, feel free to do so. I am more than okay with it” he said laughing as your foreheads touched. You let out a small giggle too, and your heart felt fuller than ever. “So... I guess this is okay? Us?”
“Yeah. Yes. Totally okay by me. You?”
“Absolutely, darling.”
“I like that.”
“Then I'll call you that” he whispered, leaning closer and leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “For you, and yours only.”
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Pairing: Pedro pascal x Spanish f!reader
Contents: age gap, tiny bit of angst, mention of anxious thoughts, but overall tooth rooting fluff
Word count: 2,3k
A/N: hello :D sorry for the timed updates, I don't have much time between work and uni and I try to write when I'm not writing my dissertation, but sometimes I just get severe block sorry :( hope you like it! (additional note in the end)
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You hated how distant that day made you. That kiss. But in reality it wasn't the kiss that bothered you. Hell, he apologized like crazy for days after that. No, what bothered you was how you couldn't stop thinking about it. How his lips grazed your own so softly, so tenderly. That changed your little crush into a full-blown realization that you loved him. You were in love with him. Your best friend, your safe space, your person.
And that scared the shit out of you.
It scared you because what were you going to do if there was no safe space anymore? No best friend? For fuck's sake, you left your apartment to be with him. If he decided he no longer wanted to see you, where were you going to go? You knew that he wasn't going to kick you out like that, but your anxiety and thoughts were constantly reminding you just how dispensable you were to him.
And you hated it. You despised it.
It had been a full week since that day, and you only saw each other briefly because of your schedules. Little smiles, tiny waves, awkward small talk, quiet hi's exchanged with uncomfortable silence. You couldn't bear it anymore, you had to do something. You didn't want to lose your best friend over a kiss. It was a big thing for you of course, but honestly you just wanted to go back to where everything was normal between you two. You hated seeing him sulking around like a kicked puppy, all because of you and your stupid feelings.
Pedro's thoughts weren't too far from yours. He felt that the kiss messed up everything between you because of him. His heart ached every time he saw you happily laughing while talking to your sister on the phone, atmosphere taking an awkward turn the time you saw him enter the room. He didn't want to let you go, but if you ever decided that you had enough, that you didn't want to put up with him anymore, he'd understand. He wouldn't hold you back, as much as that killed him.
He closed the door behind him as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake you since it was very late in the night. When he turned back, he saw you asleep on the couch. Pedro couldn't contain a small smile while he approached you. He knelt to your level, and pushed a strand of hair out of your face. After a few moments, he stood up and put a blanket over you, but when he was about to leave, you reached out your hand and took his wrist.
“Hey. Didn't want to wake you, sorry.”
“I was waiting for you” you answered quietly while sitting up and letting go of his hand. “We need to talk.”
There it was. The dreaded words. He gulped, hard, and then sat down beside you on the sofa as he nodded. You lowered your gaze to your hands and started nervously fidgeting with your fingers, not knowing how to start the conversation.
“I get it. And it's totally okay, I promise. No hard feelings. Just say the word and I'll drive you to the airport and-”
“Wait what? You want me to leave?” you interrupted, voice breaking. Then swallowed. “Oh. Okay. That's fine. I- I can gather everything and... Well. Leave, if that's what you want. It's your home after all.”
“No! That's the last thing I want. I thought when you said we had to talk... I thought you were going to leave me” he stammered, voice getting quieter with each word as he now lowered his gaze to his hands.
“Because we do need to talk. That's all, talk. Because I can't take it anymore. I hate to see you like this, Pedro. I know things changed after last week and- I just... I don't know how to- How to tell you that-”
You let out a shuddering breath while closing your eyes for a moment, gathering courage for this.
“Look, Pedro. I love you, okay? I love you.”
“Me too, kid. I-”
“Don't call me kid.”
Your harsh tone took him by surprise as he looked up to your eyes again.
“You don't get it, do you?” you said with a scoff. Tears were now prickling in your eyes. “You always do that. Stop treating me like I'm some child you need to take care of, ‘cause I'm not. I'm a grown woman, and whatever I feel matters. What I want matters. And I love you, Pedro. I do. And if you don't want me near after this, I- I get it. It would be a normal reaction, but I just can't pretend anymore. I cannot keep playing whatever stupid game it is we are playing, pretending like nothing changed after the kiss. Because everything changed, at least for me. I don't want to lose you, Pedro, but I cannot keep doing this. I love you, and I hate myself for it.”
You didn't realize tears were rolling down your cheeks until they started to drip onto your hands. Pedro swore his heart stopped, and for a moment too long he didn't know what to say. He just sat there, looking at you with a slightly confused frown and parted lips as your words sank into him. Lips pressing against each other because of the lack of response, you scoffed quietly again and took the silence as an answer.
“Ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?” you murmured softly before getting up to go to your room. When you were almost at the hallway, Pedro seemed to snap out of his trance.
“Stop.”
Your feet obliged to the command almost instantaneously, stopping in your tracks with your back still turned to him.
“You don't have to say anything, Pedro. I-”
“Promise me.”
You turned around to find him towering over you, and you took a step back in surprise, but he wrapped his hand around your wrist.
“What?”
“Promise me that what you told me is true. That you're not playing with me, not with this” he pleaded with a soft voice. “I need you to be honest with this. Please, promise me.”
“I-”
You didn't know what to say. Why would you not be telling the truth? This wasn't exactly easy for you, and it would change everything between each other. But you couldn't lie, not to him.
“I promise.”
His eyes fluttered as he took a shaky breath. He could feel his heart pounding on his chest, almost feeling like it was going to burst out and reach to you. You were looking at him with such intent, terrified of what would come next. Afraid of what his answer would be, because this was the moment where everything would actually change, when feelings were poured into words.
“Why?” he blurted after a long silence. “I- I'm old, y/n. A lot older than you. Doesn't that bother you? You should be with someone your age. Someone who can love you and understand you better, someone who can share your right interests and- Hell, I don't know. Why? What do you see in me? I can only give you a life of anxious running from people, a public life. You deserve someone that can give you privacy, someone that can give you what you want, what you need” he mused with a quavering voice. “I can't give you anything.”
Your heart broke with his words. Did he really think that he wasn't enough? That he didn't deserve someone who could love him back? You saw how he was with friends, family, people that were part of his life. You saw how much love and emotion he poured into relationships, how he gave and didn't expect nothing in return. How could he think that he wasn't deserving of love?
“I don't deserve you, okay? You deserve much better than anything I can give you. I-”
“Cállate.” (Shut up)
“But-”
“No, ya vale. No más tonterías” you said furiosly, forcing your way out of his grip and taking a step towards him. (No, that's enough. No more crap.)
“So what if you're older? I'm almost thirty, Pedro, I'm not exactly a child. I do not expect you to shield me from the world, but to let me walk alongside you for whatever journey you're on. I'll happily stand aside watching you do anything if you don't want me near anymore, because that's how much you mean to me, how- How much I love you. And you can't take that away from me.”
His face mirrored yours in the softness of your look, and tears started pooling in his eyes. You reached your hands up to cup his face and caressed his cheeks with your thumbs. Doubt reflected in his eyes as he hesitated for a moment before putting his warm hands on top of yours, and then lowering his forehead to touch yours.
You closed your eyes while wishing you could stay like this forever, close to each other, silently loving each other as if you could ease the other's fears by touch.
“Say it again.”
Confused, you opened your eyes and looked into his, parting touch but still close to him.
“What?”
“Tell me you love me again, please. I need to hear it.”
You felt the heat rising to your cheeks and you suddenly felt embarrassed, but after everything he said, you couldn't keep that from him.
“I- Stop it” you said when you saw him trying not to laugh at your sudden shyness, but couldn't hold back a smile of your own. “I love you, Pedro.”
His face dropped for a second, but he then bit his lower lip and grinned like a child, his adorable dimple making a starring appearance. He hugged you tightly as he spinned you around with him, and you let out a laugh that matched his. When he finally let you down, Pedro took your cheek on his hand and crashed his lips into yours. Then he started kissing your face, cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, every part of your face as you scrunched it and laughed.
“I love you, I love you, I love you” he chanted again and again in between kisses as if it was a prayer, as if you were going to melt and disappear into his touch. “I'm never letting you out of my reach again. This is it, no turning back. Your binded to me now. No take backs!”
“I know you're joking, but I want you to know that I wouldn't want it any other way. You're mine now too, so same goes for you” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a small peck on his lips.
“I'm never going to get tired of this. Of you. Of kissing your lips. Or your face. I'm going to spend my days wearing them out, just so you know.”
You chuckled, but then a thought crossed your mind.
“Pedro?”
“Yes, darlin’?”
A smile crept on your lips to the newfound nickname that you had a feeling it would be your new favourite.
“So... What is this now?” you asked, gesturing between you two.
“We don't have to label it if you don't want to. I'm okay with calling you mine, rest doesn't matter to me” he responded softly while he lovingly caressed your cheek.
“Alright then... Can I ask you a question?” He nodded. “Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, I am asking you formally, do you want to be my boyfriend?”
He let out one of his adorable belly laughs while leaning onto your shoulder, and as his beard tickled your neck you let out a small laugh too. When he looked into your eyes again, his were wrinkled with the most beautiful smile accompanying them.
“Of course I accept. I'd be stupid not to.”
“Then, there you have it. We're a couple now. Nice to see we're on the same page now” you said smiling, and you ran a hand through his curls. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch with a sigh, and your heart almost skipped a beat. He was yours now. Was this real? Weren't you dreaming? This definitely felt like a dream.
“C'mon, let's get to bed. It's very late” he said, intertwining his hand with yours and heading towards the bedrooms.
He stopped in the hallway where you usually said goodnight and parted ways to each other's rooms, but you pushed him a little towards his and you both walked into it. It wasn't the first time you were going to sleep together, you had plenty of sleepovers specially back in New York, but a part of you felt different. Your stomach was fluttering wildly. It was the first time that you two were going to sleep as more than friends, and you suddenly felt embarrassed. Was he going to think this was in some way leading? Or that you wanted to start something more than just sleep? Or-
You suddenly came back from your trance when you felt Pedro flicking your forehead with his fingers.
“Stop. I can feel you overthinking” he said mockingly while getting into his bed, and moved over so you could have your space beside him.
You finally moved and walked over to him, getting into the bed too. After covering you both with the bedsheets, he switched off the light and kissed your forehead, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and hugging you close to him. You snaked your arms around his waist, and breathed in. His bedsheets smelled like him, a woody, fresh scent with a sweet touch, kinda like sandalwood and cinnamon.
“I love you” Pedro murmured sleepily while leaving a kiss on your hair. You smiled widely into his chest, and hugged him closer while whispering the words back.
Everything felt right, like this was what how you'd meant to be from the start, when you first met at the café. When you laughed to his nickname, which was now one of your most used ones for him. When he sat with you, talked for hours, and felt the connection right away. All those messages, all those video calls, all the time you spent together, it felt so right. He was yours and you were his to keep and to love. And neither of you had any intentions of letting the other go.
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A/N: hiya, I hope you enjoyed it! I have more ideas/content for this fic (future parts) but I don't know if you maybe wanted me to continue it, or maybe leave it be. feel free to let me know! I also have more fics in process with different characters/fandoms, but I'm pretty much open to anything! if you have any suggestions, my dash is always open to requests :D