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royallyprincesslilly · 3 years

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Title: Orion's Belt {One Shot}***

Pablo Schreiber x Reader

Words: 3.7k

Warning: Fluff, NSFW 18+ Content, Smut

Note: Inspired by Sabrina Claudio’s “Orion Belt” and Pablo’s endless supply of body freckles and beauty marks.

**I hope you guys enjoy this. Thank you for reading, as always!!!

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Inspiration #2:

Five months. That’s how long it had been. Five long months since you’d physically seen him. 5 months, 21.7 weeks, 152 days, 3650 hours, and over 200,000 minutes. To say the least, you missed him and had begun to forget just how his skin smelled and felt. At the beginning of your relationship, you’d promised yourselves that your separations wouldn’t go past a few weeks, a month tops and over the last almost two years, you’d been able to keep that promise. This was your longest separation, and you were struggling. If his last social media post was accurate then he was also struggling.

That was what you were doing on this red-eye flight. You’d had enough. Opening Pablo’s IG, you found his last post from an hour ago. It was a workout shot and damn was he showing out. Your eyes slowly took in every single detail beginning from the strained but sexy look on his face then down to the veins protruding from his neck. When you got to his beautifully defined hair dusted chest your mouth began to water. As your eyes slowly dipped lower to his abs and the inviting hair that beckoned to you from the top of his black sweats you gripped the arm of the seat with your free hand and crossed your legs hoping to stop the pulsating you felt in your nether regions.

“Goddamn!”

Not trusting yourself to comment you quickly backed out and navigated away from his page. You were a weak woman right now and if you continued your thirst-capade you’d reveal everything to the hungry eyes of scrollers. While your relationship wasn’t a secret it also wasn’t all in everyone’s faces. Both of you understood that the secret to a high-profile relationship was privacy and knowing what to share and what to keep to yourself. There were even times when everyone wondered if you were still together and that was how both of you liked it. That meant there was less chance of inviting unwanted guests into a twosome.

MSG Lara: I’ve taken care of everything. The front desk will have a spare key card. Normal code.

MSG: Thanks, Lara.

MSG Lara: He’s going to be very surprised.

You smiled to yourself thinking just how surprised he’d be. You weren’t scheduled to see each other for another month when this strenuous film schedule was finally over. You were supposed to meet him in Budapest and stay there while he finished filming. A month was too long as far as you were concerned.

MSG: Fingers crossed. Thanks again.

For the remainder of the flight, tried your best to not jump out of your skin from excitement and stay as Zen as possible. It was near impossible especially when you knew you had seventy-two hours all to yourselves.

-10 Hours Later-

MSG Qatura: 80 hours, Y/N. I can’t get you any more than that, but I promise it won’t be an hour less.

You were grateful for the time she’d been able to procure you. A day ago, you’d reluctantly accepted that fate was what it was. The minute she broke the news you were up and packing.

MSG: Got it.

Closing your text exchange between you and your manager you slipped your phone back into the pocket of your tan-colored oversized cardigan as you approached the front desk.

“Welcome to the Setine, I’m Alonso. Checking in?”

The front desk attendant’s smile was wide as if he loved his job, or his training was superb. You returned his smile before you spoke.

“No, picking up my key card. Wandering Soul.”

Alonso nodded then tapped a few keys on the computer before he smiled again. “Yes. Here you are.”

You took the card and nodded your thanks then walked toward the bank of elevators. Once in you sent a message off to Tara to find out the floor then rode it all the way up. Checking your watch, you expected him to either be asleep or getting ready for bed from the time you read; 12:45. After a few short minutes, the doors opened on twenty-seven and you began the hunt for the suite number. Luckily there looked to be not many rooms on the floor so the search ended after only a minute. Rolling your luggage to a stop in front of the door you took a few relaxing breaths to slow the thumping of your heart then you slide the card in and out of the lock hoping the beep and clicking didn’t wake him.

Slowly you walked inside rolling your suitcase behind you. The room was dark, save for one long pedestal lamp bathing warm light throughout the room that looked close to candlelight. You left your luggage in the corner of the living area and quietly walked around to where you expected the bedroom to be. Once you walked in, more soft light filled the room showing you the empty bed and ruffled sheets. It was then you heard the sound of the shower. Your smile spread across your face as you thanked the powers that be because this was working out better than you’d planned.

“Two birds,” you excitedly whispered to yourself before you squealed as low as possible.

You quickly kicked off your kitten heel slide on sandals then began undressing. After your clothes were off you began with the different pieces of jewelry that were scattered on your frame. A task that should have taken a minute tops took way longer than you liked. As you tiptoed to the bathroom you slowly pushed the door wider. Even the lights in the bathroom were set low. You wondered if this was an insomnia shower or sore shower. He’d been pushing his body to the brink for this role, and you constantly found yourself worrying about him.

The sight of Pablo standing underneath the showerhead with his head hung low and his hands pressed onto the tiled wall. From your angle, he looked like he was really going through it. His groan echoed throughout the room, and it made you want to quickly go to him, but you were frozen from the sight before you. He was gorgeous. The water cascading down his muscled body made him look better than any male model ever could, and his pose screamed alpha.

You backed out of the bathroom and went to your luggage on the hunt for your favorite body wash that was not only good for skin but also muscle tension and stress. Once you found it you walked back inside the bathroom and to him. After putting the bottle down on one of the shower pedestals you approached his back and touched the small of his back right at his tailbone.

At first touch, Pablo gasped and flinched at the same time before he spun around ready to strike. It only took a few seconds for him to realize you weren’t some psycho fan who’d snuck in. The realization was a journey across his face. Slowly the wrinkles of worry on his forehead smoothed, the radiating annoyance and horror in his eyes faded and the tight clench of his jaw loosened. The only thing that remained was his widened eyes.

“Y/N?” The disbelief in his voice was so clear as was the vulnerability.

A soft smirk decorated your lips before you spoke. “Were you expecting someone else?”

A plethora of emotions filled his eyes and they almost brought you to tears. When he didn’t speak you did.

“Surprise.”

In seconds Pablo pulled you to him and engulfed you in his large arms. He held you as if his plan was to enmesh himself with you, so you’d never be able to leave again.

“Oh god, I missed you so much baby,” Pablo said, his confession echoing around the shower.

“I missed you too.”

He pulled back and stared at you taking in every detail of your face. When his large hand cupped your jaw your knees sightly wobbled. He always had the uncanny ability to make you feel so small when his hands were on you. Pablo slowly dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. His second hand joined the first and held you there for his viewing pleasure.

“You’re as beautiful as ever, sunshine.”

You smiled and lifted onto your toes to press a soft kiss on his lips. As soon as your lips met, Pablo moaned and dropped one of his hands to the small of your bareback and held you flush against him. You peppered kisses across his face that you could reach, the corners of his mouth, his cheeks, his jaw, chin, and nose. When his lips met yours again he spun you so you were underneath the rainfall showerhead. Instantly, your sweet kisses turned carnal as your lips eagerly danced together as if you both were famished.

“Five months,” Pablo grunted out as he backed you to one of the walls of the shower.

“Five months,” you repeated.

“21.7 weeks.”

You smiled on his lips and kissed him just as fiercely as he kissed you.

“152 days,” Pablo added pressing your hands to the wall as he laced your fingers together. His lips left yours and dipped to your neck making a soft moan escape your lips.

"3660 hours.”

With that, he lifted you against him and pressed his body into yours. You moaned together as the feeling of his hardened desire nudged against your bottom. Your eyes met and though the light was dim you saw the fire in them.

“Over 200,000 minutes,” you filled in.

With the back of his hand, Pablo caressed your cheek in the softest way that had your belly doing backflips.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

Unable to stop them, your tears rolled down your cheeks for Pablo to swipe away.

“I love you.”

As soon as the words were out, Pablo’s lips were pressed to yours on a mission to suck your very soul from your mouth. Your moans mingled together in the bathroom neither of you caring how loud you got. You relished the feel of his hands on your body and thanked god that you’d been able to make it through this long time apart. When Pablo’s lips left yours again he trailed kisses down the center of your body until he found his way to your nipples that were begging for some attention. Obeying your body’s silent command Pablo feasted on the hardened flesh taking his time. You had no idea how he was able to go slow, right now you were filled with so much desire and need for him all you wanted to do was pounce on him and take everything you wanted. The man was the master of foreplay no matter what.

After almost twenty minutes in the shower, Pablo walked you both out to the bedroom without one thought of a towel. When you felt the cool sheets on your back you moaned. Pablo didn’t join you instantly, instead, he stood at the foot of the bed gawking down at you scanning every inch of your body as if you were a freshly dug-up diamond.

“You should take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you teased.

He smiled and slipped away to the table beside the bed. When he came back around you saw he actually had his phone. You giggled at his silliness but struck a pose for him as he snapped picture after picture. A few pictures turned into an impromptu erotic boudoir photoshoot. When your eyes dropped to his waist the sight of the weapon of mass destruction that he was doing nothing to conceal had your heart skipping a beat. From your kneeling positing you crawled to him and trailed your hands from his abs upward literally feeling your way.

“Damn, I’ve been dying to touch you for months,” you confessed.

“And now that you have? Have you had enough?”

A mischievous smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Not nearly enough.”

You kissed him with all the pent-up passion and desire you held inside of you dipping your fingers into his hair. The kiss quickly turned sloppy with Pablo sucking your tongue as if it were a lollipop. When he pulled back his hands cupped your breasts before he motorboated them. When he brought each nipple into his mouth he released your breasts to pull your thighs to him forcing you to drop back on the bed.

“I’m hungry.”

Two words and your belly flipped, and your clit throbbed more ferociously. Pablo dropped down and kissed your inner thighs back and forth. He moved with no urgency, no anxiousness and it drove you crazy. Your hips unexpectedly bucked up making him look to you.

“Still as impatient as ever I see,” Pablo teased.

“I’ve reached the cap on my patience, love.”

Your hand dropped between your legs to slowly rub yourself. Before you could make more than two circles Pablo slapped your hand away.

“Mine.”

Before you could retort, Pablo tipped his tongue and licked along your slit drawing a satisfied sigh from your lips. He repeated the action, once, then twice before he buried his face between your legs and expertly lapped at your soaking flesh.

Between moans and gasps you spoke, “Now who’s—impatient?”

Once you said it, you regretted it because it was then Pablo gently bit your clit making your body arch off the bed.

“Fuck!”

His muffled moan only inched you closer and closer to your orgasm. You knew it wouldn’t take long. Your hands inched down your body and dipped into his hair again, this time using his locks as a guide. After a few short minutes, your moans were loud, and your body was shaking.

“Mmm, I’m gonna—gonna—mmm!”

“Cum for me sunshine,” Pablo commanded in his dom tone. It was all you needed. Your body arched off the bed again and your grip tightened, and your body exploded. Pablo didn’t stop though, instead, he forcefully sucked on your clit pulling another orgasm from you.

Instead of exhaustion, you felt renewed energy burst through you. This energy was what gave you the strength to pull him up your body and flip him onto his back.

“Mmm, I’ve missed your taste babygirl,” Pablo silkily uttered.

You kissed him and swirled your tongue around his and moaned as you tasted remnants of yourself.

“Had enough?”

Pablo’s hands slipped down your body. One went to your ass and the other between your legs. His thick digits rubbed against your slickened flesh, gathering your moisture until he circled his two fingers at your opening. Slowly he coaxed them inside your heat making you clench around him at first touch.

The breath Pablo drew in was a shaky one. “Not even close,” he whispered dipping his fingers inside again and again. Each time he did you clenched around them and shivered.

“Mmm, I can hear your body sunshine. Sit on daddy’s dick.”

Again the domination in his voice spoke to you and you nearly obeyed—nearly. As if he knew you were trying to resist, Pablo swiped circled your clit with his other hand, and brought a finger to your rear to circle the sensitive puckered flesh there. You gasped and lost half the battle as you found yourself bucking your hips and swiping your folds along the smooth silky tip of his need. When it nudged your clit you gasped, and when it pressed against your seam you teased him with slow dips that didn’t give him the satisfaction of penetration and only the frustration of the tease.

After a minute or two of this, Pablo held your hips stopping your movements. When your eyes met the softness etched on his face gave away just how open he was.

“You’re gonna make me cum and we haven’t even started,” he groaned out.

Deciding on mercy, you sweetly smiled and brought your knees to kneel inside his thighs then brought your lips to kiss him.

“Do you remember my favorite constellation?”

“Orion’s Belt?”

You nodded and trailed kisses down his chin to his neck following the line of freckles and beauty marks that decorated his skin.

“What about it?”

“Do you know how many nights I spent just trailing my fingertips along the constellation on your body in your pictures on my phone?”

You trailed lower to his ribcage which was where your favorite line of freckles began. This time you took your time and relished every small gasp, and breathy sigh, and tensed muscle your touch brought on. When you got to his abs you kissed each one then trailed your tongue down the center along his pleasure trail.

“God,” Pablo grunted just as his head arched back exposing the constellation on his neck. Unable to resist you slinked back up his body and tasted his skin. As your tongue worked, your hands explored leaving soft nail trails along his chest, abs, and hips. Every so often the soft but forceful nudge against your belly reminded you of the fun that was yet to come.

“Your body holds my favorite constellation. Orion’s belt is right here,” you whispered before you dragged your tongue languidly along the cluster of beauty marks that happened to right along his oblique muscles. This was your Orion’s Belt, you thought to yourself.

Pablo cupped your face again and pulled you to his face and claimed your lips in a possessive but loving kiss. Before you knew it you were straddling his hips again with his hardness ready to re-establish ownership. Your eyes met once more then Pablo kissed your nose.

“You’re my entire stary sky, Y/N, the whole thing.”

Gripping his shoulder, you braced yourself and began your descend. Slowly you took him inside of you and every inch had his grip on your hip tightening and your nails sinking firmly into the flesh on his shoulder. Before you took him halfway, Pablo quickly rolled on top of you using one hand to lift and press one of your legs away so you were spread wide for him. the flex of all the muscles in his upper body brought new wetness puddling at your core. As you clenched around him Pablo shouted out and it was then you show his arms shake.

“Shit baby, this is gonna be quick, I’m sorry.”

You cupped his bearded jaw and hooked your free leg behind his back allowing it to rest against his toned ass.

“I have 3 days, we have time.”

Relief washed across his features and, just as it did, he filled you completely in one stroke of his strong hips. Both of you exclaimed out in unison. Without taking not even a second as a reprieve, Pablo retreated and sank back into you, each time increasing the force of his thrust. As he picked up pace your moans turned into whimpers and each time he changed his angle you clenched around him dragging a loud grunt from him. The whole time his body shook as if he were fighting his very nature. In short minutes you were gripping him tightly as you came around him sucking him deeper into your pleasure trove.

“Fuck Y/N,” Pablo exclaimed through clenched jaws.

That was when his speed increased as did his force. Every snap of his hips sent your body jerking and your breasts dancing. When he wrapped his arms around your legs and lifted so your ass and back were off the mattress he jackhammered into you. Yet another orgasm erupted through you but this one’s force was something infernal. The tingling behind your eyes and the numbness of your fingers said it was a blackout-worthy one.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m coming baby!”

You screeched and let yourself go, giving Pablo every single ounce of trust you possessed. Your body shook and a blinding white light behind your eyes took over and you were gone just like that. Tears pricked your eyes and rolled out the sides of your eyes as your body recalled this feeling, a feeling it hadn’t had in months, a feeling only Pablo could elicit, and one only he owned.

Endless minutes passed with you feeling as if you were weightlessly drifting through space passing indescribably beautiful nebulas and galaxies. It was a feeling one could quickly become addicted to.

“Y/N.” It was a muffled mumble.

“Y/N.”

Slowly your eyes began focusing again and slowly the image of Pablo laying across from you came into focus. A lazy smile spread across your face.

“Hi,” you whispered. You felt as if you were drunk.

“Welcome back.” His smile was wide and filled with cocky pride.

“My god, that was so good,” you slurred inching closer to him not realizing he was already close as close could be. Pablo groaned and the appendage that was still nestled inside you came alive.

“Mmm, let’s go that again,” you coaxed.

Pablo snorted as you rolled on top of him. “Are you sure you’re seeing straight sunshine?”

“I don’t need to see. I just need to—feel.” You spoke as you rocked and circled your hips on him.

Pablo moaned again. From his silence you gauged, he was focused on your body. Through hazy eyes that were slowly coming back to normal, you saw him watching you with one arm behind his head and his bottom lip lodged between his teeth.

“Are you gonna show daddy how much you missed him?”

You bit your bottom lip and excitedly nodded.

“I’ll even spell your whole entire name daddy,” you replied.

Pablo’s bottom lip slipped from his mouth, and he laid there with his mouth agape as he grasped what you meant. As your hips began with the letter P, Pablo brought his other arm behind his head and rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

“English was always my favorite subject,” he sweet-talked in the husky dominant voice that made you want to give him any and everything he wanted.

By the time the sun rose you were sure neither of you would be sated and you were looking forward to the soreness that would accompany that sunrise.

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Thank you for reading!

#orion's belt one shot #pablo schreiber fanfiction #pablo schreiber #pablo schreiber x black reader #pablo schreiber x you #pablo schreiber x reader #black fanfiction #song inspired fic #song fic

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heaux-burrow · 4 years

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personally offended that there aren’t any thirst gif sets for Neal Loguidice 🙄

#neal loguidice #the pablo thirst #pablo schreiber #pschreiber #pablo as the ‘bad guy’ is my fave song #niki talks

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knights-of-the-glittery-table · 7 years

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Some kind of demon... To get you screaming!

#mad sweeney #pablo schreiber #american gods #wham bam thank you giant man #creations from the black lagoon #the song this is from is called Werewolf Baby #It came up in my itunes library and I was like wait a four leaf clover pickin' second now

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berberriescorner · 3 years

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Masterlist💗

Started: 10/22/2020

Last Updated: 08/25/2024

Angel Reyes

"Hungry and Hormonal"

"Disastrous Deception"

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

"Out of Control"

“Get Your Act Together”

Odell Beckham Jr.

Gif credit: @objs13

"I Got You"

Chris Evans

Gif credit: @capsgrantrogers

“This Thing Called Life”

“Here We Go”

Rio

"Gang Friend and a Gentleman"

“Are You Listening?”

Daily Struggles Series: "Keep Me Posted"

"Are You Listening?" - Part Two: "The Breakdown"

“Gimme Some”

“Are You Listening?” - Part Three: “Bad Idea”

“Through It All” - Part One

“Are You Listening?” - Interlude - “Drinks On Me, Yeah?”

“Are You Listening?” - Part Four - “My Little Rider”

"Tempting Limits"

"Balancing Acts"

Rio Ask/Headcanons (In Order):

(I don't take requests, but sometimes I give in 😆)

Rio and Wifey on Vacay w/ baby girl.

Rio, Wifey, and All Girls.

Baby Mama, Four Times Over.

Built In Babysitter. Evolution of a Mini Hustla.

Valentine's Day and a Wedding Anniversary.

Rio’s Mini-me.

Let’s Go Little Kitty-Kat

It Be Your Own Blood

"Like Father, Like Son"

Pablo Schreiber

"Mini Mediators"

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

"Nobody’s Gonna Know"-Part One.

“Nobody’s Gonna Know” - Part Two.

Kevin Atwater

"Until The Cops Come Knocking"

"Loud and Wrong"

Jay Halstead

“Echoes of Redemption”

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

"Late Night Cravings"

“Under the Mask”

“Haunted Hearts”

🚨SNIPPETS🚨

"Feeling Flustered" - EZ Reyes SNIPPET

"Disastrous Deception: Part Five" - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Do Not Disturb" - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Are You Listening" - Rio SNIPPET

"Loud and Wrong" - Kevin Atwater SNIPPET

"When You Come Around" - Chapter: "Restroom Occupied" - Dave East - Kofi Siriboe SNIPPET

“Mini Mediators” - Pablo Schreiber SNIPPET

“Don’t Hurt Yourself” - Chapter: “Shot For Me” - Odell Beckham Jr. SNIPPET

"The Way You Move" - "Say What Now?" (song series) - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II SNIPPET

“Clear A Bitch” - Chris Evans SNIPPET

“Get Your Act Together” - “Say What Now?” (Song series) - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Late Night Flights" - Chris Evans SNIPPET

Divider Credit: @firefly-graphics 💕.

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blakeivy80 · 2 months

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I used to float

Now I just fall down,

I used to know,

But I'm not sure now

What I was made for

What was I made for?

Takin' a drive, I was an ideal

Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real

Just something you paid for

What was I made for?

'Cause I, I

I don't know how to feel

But I wanna try

I don't know how to feel

But someday, I might

Someday, I might

What I was made for - Billie Eillish

@threshergm

(thanks again for the gifs ;)

And inspired by the fanfic by @indigograceauthor

#pablo schreiber #pabloschreiberedit #john 117 #halo tv series #pablo schreiber and songs #john & Talia #master chief & Caporal Perez #pablo schreiber fanfiction

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po3ticb3auty · 3 years

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Wash Day with Papa Pablo Schreiber *fluff*

Wash Day with Pablo

A/N Okay this is my first time to go easy on me. I’m starting with a fluff because the smut I used to write would make Satan blush and due to a hiatus I want to start with fluff and slowly enter the dark side.

Pablo Schreiber X Black Reader

Word Count: 611 words

Warnings: None fluffy fluff ( maybe some innuendoes :) )

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There you were in all your glory spending another Sunday getting your hair in order for the rest of the week. Today was the only day when Pablo was out this week and you needed to do your entire routine without him interrupting. So you cut on your tunes and began finger detangling before your pre poo.

Like, clockwork Pablo enters your home and follows the sound of your off key singing. He stood in the doorway as he watched you belt the lyrics to (insert favorite song) while applying your deep conditioner. It wasn’t until you threw the brush that his laughter erupted and startled you from your trance.

“Hey sir….ummm how long were you there?” you asked as he now stood behind you admiring your product coated hair.

“Long enough to make the decision that I’m in charge of picking songs for karaoke.”

You playfully punch him and return to pouting in the mirror.

“What’s wrong?”

“My arms are like jelly,” you respond while wiggling your arms in his face and doing your best pout.

Pablo stares at the kinky curly hair on your head, half detangled and plaited the other half still sectioned and awaiting your attention.

“Hmm..” He begun, “Well, I could quite possible help if that’s okay with you?”

Never in a million years or as long as you’ve been dating has he ever participated in your hair routine, he normally just sat and watched you detangle and twist as you two watched One Piece. But today was different. Maybe he felt guilty for tiring you out last night with round after round of spine shattering love making. Which resulted in a misplaced bonnet and the tangling of your hair, thanks universe for making sure you had the satin pillow cases, cause only the gods know how much worse your hair would’ve been.

“So, what do you say?”

“I swear if you hurt my scalp it’s war sir!”

“Awe c’mon, I’ve watched you do your hair enough to know that you detangle at the roots first and work your way up,” he proudly stated while demonstrating in the air.

Holding back your laughter you walked him through the products to use and remind him to always shake up the spare bottle before wetting your hair so the mixture wouldn’t separate and would make the detangling easier.

Several hours and few brief moments of making out you were passed out with your head in his lap as he twisted the last plait coated with conditioner.

“Babe, babe..” He whispered not wanting to wake you from your slumber.

“Yes,” you answered still asleep but coherent.

“You’re good to go, I think I did a good job,” Pablo said beaming while looking at his work.

“Yay, thanks babe,” you responded before drifting back to sleep.

All he could do was scoop you up and carry you to your shared room making sure to put your scarf on your head instead of the bonnet.

“I love you babe,” you slurred as he climbed in behind you.

With a look of bewilderment upon his face, he smiled before kissing your neck. “I love you too, baby girl,” he replied before succumbing to the lovely scent of your hair products and falling asleep right along with you.

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#pablo schreiber x black reader #x black reader #natural hair reader #pablo schreiber #my first fanfic #ugh i just wanna climb him like the tree he is

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leagarland · 7 years

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♣ all the feels ♣

#mad sweeney #tribute #american gods #pablo schreiber #ricky whittle #shadow moon #laura moon #flip a coin #spoilers #be careful #video #kelly family #favourite song #brian fuller #<3 #mine

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readitreviewit · 10 months

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Daisy Jones & The Six: The Ultimate Rock and Roll Adventure If you're a fan of classic rock, then you absolutely need to check out Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid. Not only is it a riveting story that takes you on a journey into the heart of the music industry in the 70s, but it's also bursting at the seams with sex, drugs, and - of course - rock and roll. Set in Los Angeles in the 60s, Daisy Jones is a young girl with an insatiable love of rock music. She's beautiful, talented, and reckless, and she's destined for great things. Her story intersects with that of the brooding Billy Dunne, lead singer of The Six, on the eve of their first tour. Billy's girlfriend Camila is pregnant, and he's struggling to come to terms with impending fatherhood and the demands of his fledgling music career. He finds release in the form of alcohol, drugs, and a dangerous affair, even as The Six become more famous with every passing day. Daisy and Billy's paths cross when a producer realizes that they have a chemistry that's off the charts. Together, they create one of the greatest rock bands of all time. But with fame comes a whole host of problems, including egos, infighting, and the constant pursuit of perfection. And when they finally reach the peak of their success, it all comes crashing down in a dramatic, unforgettable climax. Written as an oral history, Daisy Jones & The Six is a thrilling and emotional rollercoaster that gives readers a behind-the-scenes look at what it takes to make it to the top in the music industry. Jenkins Reid is a gifted author who knows how to craft characters that feel real, and the inclusion of song lyrics from the book only adds to the immersive experience. What makes this book even more exciting is the fact that it's being turned into a TV show with Amazon Studios, with Reese Witherspoon serving as executive producer. The cast list reads like a who's who of Hollywood talent, with Jennifer Beals, Pablo Schreiber, Benjamin Bratt, and Fred Berman all lending their voices to the audiobook. So whether you're a die-hard rock fan or just looking for a wild ride, Daisy Jones & The Six won't disappoint. It's a book that will stay with you long after you've turned the final page, and a testament to the power of music to change lives. So grab a copy today, turn up the volume, and get ready to rock. "Take the first step towards a life-changing experience and get your hands on the book today! Or, if you prefer to listen, sign up for a 30-day trial of Audible and start your journey towards self-discovery now. Don't let this opportunity slip by – seize it today!" Price: [price_with_discount] (as of [price_update_date] - Details)

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royallyprincesslilly · 3 years

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Title: Unfinished Business {One-Shot}***

Pablo Schreiber X Reader

Warning: Cursing, Alcohol Use, Angst, NSFW 18+ Content, Semi- Romantic Smut, Plenty of Words

Words: 6.4k

Summary: You knew you should have stayed home tonight despite the taunting of your friends and the expert way they guilt trip you.

Note: This was inspired by the song Run into You by Clara Mae.

Italic lettering is a memory & or a hallucination.

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-Saturday-

MSG Dejah: We’re going to Wheels, are you down?

You sighed, rolled your eyes a, and typed out your instant response.

MSG: No.

Tossing your phone aside you dropped back down onto your bed and put your earbuds back in. you reached beside you, grabbed the long swirly straw, and stuffed it into your mouth sucking up your concoction of tequila, dark rum, grapefruit, and pineapple juice with diced strawberries and cherries to compliment it. you had not one desire to leave your bed—not today.

-One Week Later, Saturday-

MSG Paola: What time are we meeting up for that Topanga Hike and Picnic?

Once you saw the message you couldn’t help but groan loudly.

“Shit,” you whispered.

You’d completely forgotten about that event. It was supposed to be a slightly lowkey nature event that you’d signed on to four months ago when things were different. Now, there was no way you could go even though part of you really wanted to. It was too risky. Sighing, you typed out your message.

MSG: Something has come up with my family. I’m on a plane out. you guys go and have a great time.

It was a lie, but a necessary one you decided. It was done with self-preservation in mind

after all, you convinced yourself before tossing your phone aside.

-Two Weeks Later, Saturday-

The soft melodies playing in your ear, the cup of lavender tea, and the hot water against your skin were the self-care that was needed. It didn’t take long for you to drift off and allow your imagination to wander. You wanted to envision something peaceful but that wasn’t what came to mind. It was him and his stupid, beautiful hazel eyes. God, you loved his eyes. They’d become one of your favorite things about him. They were expressive and so deep. You’d spent so many nights just gazing into them. One of your lazy mornings lounging and playing in bed played like a movie. With the memory, the song in your ears worked perfectly.

Groaning, you snatched the devices out of your ears and slammed them down on the stood beside the tub you soaked in. As if by magic, you looked across from you and there he sat with that slick grin on his face. You’d sat like this so many times. There were times it was all innocent but plenty of times things always turned to him slinking across the tub to use his body to convince you that baths were meant to get dirty rather than clean. You never needed much convincing.

Some part of you knew he wasn’t really there. Some part of you knew that you were imagining him and playing out one of your memories together, but the other part didn’t care.

“Are you happy now?”

His voice was silky and deep. It was the way he sounded after a few beers. Relaxed and seductive.

It was a simple question, but it wasn’t. The words you’d thrown at him in your last conversation replayed in your head.

“It’s fine. We knew this wouldn’t work from the very beginning. Aside from the mediocre sex, there’s nothing here. You’re not happy and quite frankly neither am I.”

You groaned again and dropped your head against the porcelain of the tub and stared into the ceiling. You’d said the words brashly when you probably should have practiced silence. You were in your feelings and wanted to hurt him.

“Nothing here? Wha—mediocre?”

Your verbal blows landed with precision. From the look on his face and his eyes, you knew you’d accomplished your task a little too well.

“So, what are you saying, Y/N?”

He’d wanted you to say the words and you hadn’t known why. It was his actions that had caused your reaction. You’d been reluctant to say the words, but he kept pressing you—crowding you. He knew just what buttons to push. Of course he did, you’d been together for a little over a year. You didn’t have the guts to say the words, so you turned to leave, and it was his words that sparked your defiance.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me, Y/N, not again!”

“And if I do?”

“Then we’re done.”

He knew you hated ultimatums, and anything that sounded like a threat. It never ended well. Both of you ended up walking away at the same time.

Your eyes had fluttered closed by the end of the memory. When you opened them again, Pablo was right above you, that annoying grin still on his lips.

“Are you happy now?”

You slipped under the water hoping to drown him out and come back to the present where you were alone and single. You remained under the water for several moments relishing in the silence around you. Your thoughts were empty, and all you heard was the sound of your steadily beating heart. The silence stretched but suddenly you heard his voice echo in your head.

“Memories will haunt you better than any ghost ever could.”

Jumping up out of the water you cursed at how factual that statement was.

By the time you got out of the bath the sun had already set. With your robe wrapped around you, you looked around the bedroom fully aware of the memories and ghosts in the room.

“Didn’t you hear the bell ringing?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of Dejah’s voice.

“Holy shit D! What the hell?! What’re you doing here?”

“We’re here to get you out of this house,” Gabby said walking into the room with Paola hot on her heels. The two of them jumped onto your bed while Dejah disappeared into your walk-in closet.

“Guys, not tonight.”

“Blah, blah, blah! You’ve been saying that for the last two months. Snap out of it,” Dejah shouted.

“I don’t feel like going out. I’m tired and these scripts won’t read themselves.”

“You can read scripts whenever. You’ve been cooped up in this mausoleum for weeks. You’ve flaked on every single thing that we’ve tried to do with you,” Paola whined.

“Mausoleum?”

“Yes, the mausoleum of yours and Pablo’s relationship,” Dejah said coming out of your closet with a few items in her arms.

“Oh, please guys, you’re trippin’.”

“Naw, you’re the one trippin’. Ever since he broke up with you you’ve been locked in here when you’re not working,” Gabby pressed.

“Correction, he didn’t break up with me. It was mutual.”

“Bullshit!”

They all shouted at the same time, each of them giving you their best “bitch please” look. Rather than listen to any more, you turned and walked out of your bedroom making your way to the kitchen. It was time to happy hour.

“We get it, he was fine, but if you didn’t want to end things why’d you walk away?”

“Everything runs its course.”

You pulled open the fridge and took out the pitcher you’d made an hour ago all in prep for when the sun went down.

“In other words, you ran, and no one knows why,” Dejah voiced.

Not bothering to pour a glass you stuck your straw in and took a lengthy sip. You hadn’t run from anything. You’d just listened to all the signs and cut your losses. You knew a few of his ex-flings from working in the fashion world and several of them had said the same thing. “He’s good for a good time. It’s all he wants, so don’t expect anything serious. He probably still carries a torch for his ex-wife.” They were things you ignored but they continued to linger in your head.

Every so often you’d see evidence of it being true, but you always pushed it to the side and ignored the voice in your head that said you were dumb. You knew the situation from the very beginning. He’d told you that he was married once upon a time but wasn’t anymore and that he had two kids that were his priority. Because of how your relationship started and your schedule you had no expectations. You were fine with seeing each other when both had time, fine with keeping your lives pretty much separate unless it was something that was discussed.

Over time you saw each other more and more and went out to places together. You even took short trips together just enjoying each other. You hadn’t expected him to introduce you to his kids, you weren’t even sure you wanted that but that didn’t stop you from feeling a way when it didn’t happen. There had been a few times you’d caught a glimpse of his ex but aside from introducing you by name there were no words spoken.

Snapping out of your thoughts you looked at them with an uninterested look. “I don’t want to go out.”

“Come on, Ricky is having a party.”

“Then definitely not going out,” you cut off.

“He won’t be there. He’s in Europe filming. Come on. You have months to make up for with us with you being a horrible friend and all,” Gabby stressed.

You hated when they played the guilt card. Rolling your eyes, you caved like a sucker.

-Three Hours Later-

“Wooooooooooo!”

You danced on a table swinging your hips from left to right completely lost in the music. The crowd around you cheered you on clearly liking the show. You’d lost track of the time, or how many drinks you’d had. All you knew was this was the first time in months you were really enjoying yourself. The first time you cut loose and didn’t think. You felt like your old self, like the woman you’d been before your break-up.

“Hey, Y/N!”

A break in the song allowed you to hear your name being shouted. Looking down, you saw Paola, Gabby and Dejah. You dipped down to them and let them help you off the table.

“What a difference a few hours make,” Gabby teased.

“Okay, maybe you guys were right. I did need to get out the mausoleum.”

You all giggled together as you walked through the house. They all talked at once shouting over the music telling you about something they’d each just experienced. As you crossed the hall, you grabbed another drink from someone passing with a trey. You didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t care. After knocking it back you groaned at the taste of strong whiskey.

“Aye, there is the life of this party,” Ricky shouted pulling you into a hug.

“I’ve always been the life of the party.”

You dropped down halfway to the floor and did a little twerk. Everyone around you shouted loudly before you laughed.

“We were just setting up for a flip cup,” Ricky said.

“I’m down!”

You all moved to the table just as a few others were finishing setting up the cups.

“What’s in the cups?”

Ricky smiled a cheeky smile that said you were going to be fucked up by the end of the game. As you took your place on one side of the table, Ricky took his on the other. Everyone around you counted you down. When the foghorn went off you jumped into motion grabbing the first neon orange cup and guzzling its contents down. Once you’d finished you placed it on the table and tried to flip it upside down. it took you two tries while Ricky was already on his second cup.

You downed your second noticing it was coconut flavored rum. When you flipped it, you nailed it on your first try and moved to your third and made lite work of it. When you got to your fourth, Ricky was still on his third. Taking the momentum, you quickly drank down the vodka and flipped it then moved to the fifth. You nearly gagged at the taste of gin. When everyone realized you almost puked they got louder. That was all it took for Ricky to catch up. You flipped the cup then moved to the second to last cup already feeling the effects of all the alcohol.

You grabbed the table to steady yourself then grabbed the drink and moaned at the taste of green apple vodka. Ricky grabbed the last cup the same time you did and finished it at the same time also. On his first flip and second attempt he failed just as you did. You flipped the same time on the third try but yours stuck the landing while his rocked then toppled.

“Woooooooooooooo!”

Everyone around you cheered while you danced and shimmied.

“Don’t play with the queen boy!”

Ricky came around and roused your hair messing up your style. “Whatever girl, you got lucky!”

“Don’t think she’ll be lucky twice in a row, I got next.”

You and Ricky spun around to find Pablo standing there. The Gin in your stomach had it rumble angrily right then nearly making you vomit all over the table in front of you. While everyone around you was cheering you were stunned still and silent staring at him. Ricky crossed to him and pulled him into a quick hug. You took in every detail of the man you hadn’t seen in almost four months, the man you hadn’t expected to see for much longer if you could have helped it.

The low tapered cut of his hair looked good on him, as did his fitted men’s tank that was pasted to his skin showing every definition of his muscles. It looked like he’d added a lot more from the last time you’d seen him. Your body swayed making you feel like you were about to topple over. Just as you began to lose your balance, Dejah and Gabby were by your side holding you up.

“Hey Y/N,” Pablo said bringing your attention back to his face.

Fuck, he still looked good you thought. A nudge from Dejah had you snapping out of it.

“Hey.” It was barely above a whisper and sounded pathetic.

“I can play next,” Gabby spoke up.

“Oh, is the so-called queen bowing out and giving up the title?”

You hated to be taunted and Ricky knew it.

“Too drunk? Is that hand-eye coordination gone?”

You scoffed. “Fine, I have no problem winning another round,” you boasted.

Everyone cheered again as Pablo walked to the other side of the table. Your eyes drifted down his massive frame to his toned ass. It was an ass you’d gripped several times and your palms itched to touch again. Shaking your head, you went to your side of the table while avoiding his eyes.

“You look a little scared, Y/N. Afraid to lose?”

You didn’t dare respond, instead, you scoffed and shrugged. Those around you counted down and instead of keeping your eyes on the cup in front of you, your eyes drifted up to Pablo who was already staring at you. You both stood there staring at each other completely forgetting what you were supposed to be doing. Two hands flashed in front of your face bringing your attention to them. Dejah shouted for you to go and you did though your movements felt slow.

Right off the bat, the taste of Whiskey woke your ass up. it was one of Pablo’s favorites. You struggled to flip the first cup while Pablo easily moved to his second cup. On your fourth attempt, you stuck it and moved to the next, but he was already moving to his third. Trying your best to focus on what you were doing and not his scent wafting across the table you gulped down your second and nailed the flip just as you did the third. You and Pablo were now caught up with him struggling to stick his fourth flip. After a few seconds, you nailed yours and moved to the next. As you got to your last, Pablo somehow snuck up, grabbed the lead, and flipped his cup just as you did but took the win with barely a second between your landing. He shouted loudly lifting his hands in the air taking his victory.

The action gave you a view of the tempting cut of his oblique muscles you’d kissed so many times. Your stomach twisted and knotted but it wasn’t from nausea, it was from something else. Ricky came over and pulled you to him laughing at your loss.

“Too bad, Y/N. You win some, you lose some.”

“The champ is here,” Pablo yelled making you roll your eyes.

“Drinking was always one of the few things you were good at.”

Pablo’s eyebrow rose.

“Care to share any others?”

“Nah, no need. I’m sure half of the women in here already know,” you added while everyone released a simultaneous “ooh”. “Enjoy the win,” you finished before you walked off disappearing into the crowd.

Your panic peaked as you tried to find somewhere to have your oncoming panic attack. You fought the urge to vomit while pushing through bodies that all looked alike. You were so glad that this was a Ricky party and even if those in attendance were the who's who in LA this was a tightly secured party. There would be no pap shots or any candids showing up online the next day.

You made your way to the back of the house, but it was still crowded. Walking down the grassy area to a huddle of trees you finally found a spot just for you and pressed your back to one of them. While hyperventilating you closed your eyes and tried to center yourself, but no matter how you tired it didn’t work.

“Here, brought you some lemon tonic water,” Pablo said making your eyes snap open.

It took him seconds to realize you were having a panic attack.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” he began, placing the cup in the grass before he approached you. Pablo placed his hand at the small of your back and your skin sizzled. You didn’t move away though. “Slow shallow breaths, remember. Do it with me.”

Pablo instructed you with your breathing as he’d done a few times before. This wasn’t the first panic attack he’d witnessed. You hated having him here doing this, especially now but you listened and followed his lead. It took several minutes for your breathing to get under control but when it did you felt ten times better.

“There you go. You’re okay,” Pablo softly uttered.

The tone of his voice had you looking at him and it was then you realized his hand was still at the small of your back. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, you shrugged him off and stepped back. He cleared his throat then rubbed the back of his neck.

“I uh—I didn’t know you still got those.”

You scoffed. “How would you know? I’m fine, you can do what you’re good at and just go.”

Pablo reared his head back in shock. You were shocked too. You didn’t plan on saying that, though it was something you’d pushed down for months.

“Me? I’m good at going?” Pablo scoffed and crinkled his brow. He looked confused but also like he couldn’t believe you’d just said that.

“You’re the one—you always walk—wow.”

After shaking his head, he turned and took a few steps from you.

The memory of your last conversation came into mind. You’d both turned to walk away that night, but he was the one who actually had. He didn’t see that you’d hesitated--stopped and watched him walk away from you without looking back.

You felt the same tonight as you had that night. Groaning you walked away in your own direction that you hoped would take you back around to the front of the house. It was time to leave. It was now that you were regretting your decision to leave your house. Fighting the angry drunk tears that pricked your eyes you pushed through bushes until you stepped out onto stone. After catching your breath, you realized that Dejah had your keys. As you dug your phone out of your back pocket you heard the bushes rustle behind you and out popped Pablo.

“How dare you say that shit to me!?”

You rolled your eyes and walked away from him ignoring everything he said. “Go away, Pablo.”

“No. I’ve had things to say to you for the last four months and I’m getting them out. Let’s start with that bullshit back there. You’re the one who always walks away, Y/N, not me!”

The fact that your back was turned to him didn’t seem to help. Pablo grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him.

“Get the fuck off me! You have no right to touch me. You gave up that right months ago. You did!”

“Me? You’re the one who walked away from me!”

“Fuck you! you walked away. I stopped!”

Pablo stopped moving then and just stared at you. It took a few moments for you to realize what you’d blurted out.

“Fuck,” you whispered turning away from him. “Go away.”

“What do you—what do you mean? I said--.”

Spinning around to him with all of your anger you blew up. “—I know what you said. You gave me a fucking ultimatum, but you were the dipshit to walk away from me. You ended this. You did!

You rammed your finger into his hard chest ignoring the stab of pain that followed. The man was a wall of muscle. The tears slipped down your cheek and you hated it. Pablo didn’t let you turn from him though, instead, he hurried in front of you blocking your path.

“You said you weren’t happy.”

“I saw you!”

Pablo stopped in his tracks and stared at you trying to understand. You didn’t want to rehash this. Again, you tried to walk away and again Pablo was in front of you.

“Saw what?”

You didn’t reply. You focused your attention on calling a car..

“Y/N! What!?”

Thankfully the arrival time for the car was under two minutes. Pablo took your arm one more time and pulled you to him. “Tell me.”

“I saw you with her. I saw the way you looked at her, the things you said. I’ve done commitment before and don’t have it in me again, but I’ve got needs and when I get the itch, she satisfies it,” you said saying the same exact thing he’d said months ago.

You watch his face change from confusion to comprehension. As it changed the color drained from his face. He understood now.

“There it is. As I said then—there is nothing here.”

The car pulled up bathing your figures in the brightness of the headlights and you quickly got inside. When it pulled off, your tears finally sought freedom. The entire drive home you cried and hated that he could still get you to this point. You thought you were past the crying phase, past the phase where any of it made you feel. You weren’t. The second you turned and saw him you knew you weren’t over him.

When the car got close enough you got out and walked the rest of the way, using the time and air to clear your head. Once you got inside you got in the shower and tried to wash away the entire night like it hadn’t happened. The sound of your bell cut your shower short. You thought it was your friends ready to fight because you just took off without one word. As you walked to the door with your robe around you, you tried to put your emotions in check so they wouldn’t have reason to worry.

Once you opened the door, your mistake was clear. It wasn’t your friends, it was Pablo—a soaked Pablo. If the tank had stuck to him before right now it was his second skin. The material showed off the definition of his abs and those damn oblique muscles that drove you wild. Hating the fact that he still turned you on, your anger flared.

“Leave.”

You pushed the door to slam it but his foot caught it making it bang backward.

“Not until we finish this.”

“It’s been done for months. We’re finished. Leave.”

Again, you swung the door, and again his foot stopped it.

“If that were true, you wouldn’t be so angry right now,” Pablo nagged.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak again so you stood there. Pablo raked his fingers through his hair then rubbed the back of his neck.

“Is that why you were gone when I came back?”

You crossed your arms and looked away from him refusing to answer.

“Wow. That’s why you said—wow Y/N. All this time?”

Again, you kept quiet though your nerve was steadily crumbling.

“Why didn’t you just talk to me?”

“For what!? So you could bullshit me and talk your way out of it and lie to me? Why!”

“If you had talked to me you wouldn’t have the wrong idea,” Pablo stated.

You rolled your eyes, your frustration rising.

“Leave Pablo. I’m not doing this.”

You tried to shut the door again, but he wouldn’t allow it. This time he used his hand to catch the door.

“I’m doing this. You didn’t hear all of it. Yes, I said that I will own that, but that is not all I said.”

“Bullshit! Look it’s fine Pablo. Everyone told me that you were only good for a good fuck and some fun that you were not the kind of man who settles anymore. I didn’t listen and I paid the price. Don’t insult my intelligence by telling me I got it wrong.”

“You did get it wrong, though! Wait, let me prove it to you.”

You looked at him like he was crazy. There was no way he could prove something like that. This was a pointless conversation.

“We’re done. Leave!”

You pushed him back enough to slam the door.

“Come on, Y/N,” Pablo pleaded.

As you took a few steps you heard his voice again.

“I miss you.” The emotion in his voice had you stopping mid-step. you stood there looking at the door unsure what to do.

“I’ve missed you since we walked away from each other—since I walked away. I didn’t know you stopped. I didn’t—realize. I’m sorry but I swear to you, you have it wrong.”

You cautiously stepped closer to the door and leaned on it.

“I know you’re standing there. Just let me in—please.”

A few minutes of silence passed and in those minutes you debated with yourself, going back and forth with what you should do and wanted to do. Feeling you’d regret it, you spoke, “Prove it.”

A few seconds later you heard ringing on the other side of the door then the voice of a woman.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Pablo? What—do you know what time it is? Are you okay?”

“I know it’s late. I’m sorry. I need your help.”

You recognized her voice, it was his ex. Your curiosity was at peak levels now. How could she prove anything? If anything, hearing that he’d call her when he’s in trouble like this only pissed you off more.

“Really Pablo? You call your ex! Get the fuck out of here!”

“No just listen, Y/N.”

“What did you do?”

“Do you remember that day at my place you came by for some things the boys left at my place and caught me and Y/N?”

‘I remember,” his ex confirmed.

“Do you remember what I told you when you asked if she was sticking around?”

“Yeah.”

“Please share,” Pablo pleaded.

“Isn’t this weird, having your ex help you make up with your current?”

“Really, you know I wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t important.”

“Fine. You said that you’d done commitment before and didn’t have it in you to do it again, but that you had needs and when you get the itch, she satisfies it.”

“Get the fuck out of here, Pablo! I’ll call the cops.”

“Come on, finish it, please.”

She sighed but continued speaking. “I asked you if she only takes care of the physical because I know you have a heart though you try to hide it from everyone, so they don’t see it. Does she satisfy everything else? You said that she somehow saw your heart even though you do hide it and pretend it’s not there, that though you tried to keep your heart out of it she had other plans and somehow dug it out of the hole it was buried, and made it beat again and now you’re afraid of her realizing she deserves better and leaving.”

Your jaw was now on the floor. Disbelief filled you. There was no way he’d actually said that.

“Thanks.”

You yanked the door open and glared at him. “Bullshit! She’s helping you.”

“Y/N, can you hear me? Can she still hear me, Pablo?”

“She can hear you.”

“I know we don’t know each other well—or at all, maybe that can change in the future seeing how you mean so much to Pablo and we have the boys and you’re probably going to be in their lives. I will be the first to tell you Pablo is an asshole. He can be such a pain in the ass and such a huge dick at times because of his hot-headedness and inclination to just shit from the mouth without thinking.”

Pablo cleared his throat loudly which made her snort.

“You get the point. I get it but I’m not saying any of this to help him. I’m saying it because it’s true. I’m also not telling you that when you guys ended things he was a completely different person. That night he came by for the boys and I could tell he was heartbroken. He said he’d realized something too late. He’d realized he was in love with you.”

Your head jerked to Pablo who just stood there like a sad, lost puppy. Your heart began beating as if it were trying to escape your chest.

“Look, put the idiot out of his misery, please. He’s been kind of pathetic to look at.”

“Wow, thanks. Bye now.”

Pablo ended the call then stuffed his phone back in his pocket and waited for you to speak, but you didn’t. You were trying desperately to wrap your head around everything. You’d misread everything.

“So you’re not still in love with your ex?”

Pablo snorted. “No. That’s ancient history.”

“You weren’t using me to scratch your itch?”

“In the beginning, we were using each other, but things changed for me when I realized how amazing you were and how much you affect me,” Pablo confessed.

Scrunching your face, you shook your head. “If I meant so much to you why’d you never introduce me to your kids, to her?”

“I didn’t want to scare you off with too much too soon. Neither of us got into this with the intention of things being permanent and introducing you to my kids and ex that was permanent. I wanted to, but I didn’t want to put any pressure on you.”

Fresh tears welled in your eyes. “You wanted to introduce me to them?”

“Are you kidding? Of course. I wanted you at our camping trips, our cross-country trips, bar-b-ques, trips to magic mountain, ATV riding. I wanted you to be part of all of it.”

Hearing that felt like a weight lifted off of your chest. This whole time you thought he saw you as a warm hole and a distraction when it wasn’t true.

“Oh my god, I’m dumb. I thought--.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

After catching your breath, you stepped to him pressing your body to his soaked one. You didn’t care that rainwater was soaking into your robe. The way he looked at you made your body quiver and your knees buckle. Pablo’s arm was right there holding you up.

“Are you happy now?”

Your emotions took over and your tears rolled down your face.

“No,” you began. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Pablo reciprocated as he lifted you enough for you to wrap your legs around his waist. Slowly your lips came closer and closer and once they touched an electrical current swarmed through you that set the start of a heated and sultry kiss.

Both of you moaned against each other relishing the feel of being in each other’s arms once more. In seconds, the kiss went from sultry to rushed, and needy. Pablo’s hands crept down your back to cup your ass while your fingers sank into his wet hair. As your tongues danced together, Pablo pressed you against the door jamb pressing his hardening desire onto you.

“Mmm.”

You grabbed his shirt and began peeling it off of him. When he did your hands slowly roamed across his buff shoulders. As you pulled back your eyes locked while both of you panted trying to catch your breath.

“I love you, Pablo.”

“I love you too.”

Once the words were spoken it felt like everything had changed and your needs were no longer the same as they had been before. He must have sensed it too because he softly kissed your chin and led a trail back to your ear. As he nibbled your earlobe you whimpered and raked your nails across his drenched, slick back. Pablo stepped inside your house and lingered in your foyer as your lips met once more and spoke in a language all their own that your bodies fully understood.

His hands peeled your robe off of your upper body then his lips fastened onto your neck. He suckled, nibbled, and licked right where he knew very well. As his kisses lingered you didn’t realize he’d ascended the stairs and was already at your bedroom door until your back pressed into it. Squeezing him around his waist with your thighs, you used your body to speak of the urgency you felt to consume him. Pablo got the message loud and clear and pushed open the door.

Next thing you knew you he’d tossed you on the bed. While he battled with his pants you peeled off the rest of your robe and laid there bare to him. Pablo’s eyes languidly roamed across your body taking in every inch of your flesh. As he kicked his jeans to the side you looked over him thoroughly enjoying everything you saw. He’d beefed up a lot and whatever movie it was for you mentally thanked his manager for it. When he hovered over you he kissed you once then twice.

“Four months.”

“Four months,” you repeated.

Pablo nodded then clenched his jaw.

“I think four is the magic number then.”

He kissed your throat. “Four orgasms.” He kissed your chest. “Four times.” He kissed then sucked one of your nipples making you arch off of the bed. “Mmm, every four hours.” He moved to your other nipple and mirrored the same movements. “For the next four days.” He dropped small kisses down your body until he buried his face between your legs.

“Fuck!”

He wasted no time setting the pace. His lips eagerly sucked at your clit before he dipped down to delve his tongue between your folds until he’d curved it inside of you.

“Holy Shit!”

He slurped at your flesh and that set off your first release that shook your entire being. Pablo moaned as he lapped up every drop. “Objections?”

You quickly shook your head.

“Think you can take all I give?”

You nodded. Anxious to feel him you began pulling him up your body until you were able to claim his lips. Just as you set the pace of your kiss, Pablo shocked you with the swift way he connected your bodies. A shriek escaped you and echoed in the room along with Pablo’s deep guttural groan. Neither of you moved for a few moments taking the time to relish the feel of coming home. You knew the second stillness was too much for him. Pablo gripped your hips and rocked into you in the most hypnotic way. Every time he connected your bodies your back arched off of the bed and when he retreated your body clung to his member squeezing him like a vise.

Soon the only sounds in the room were that of your wet bodies rubbing against each other, your moans, and the rocking of your bed as it knocked onto the wall. When his large hand clasped your breast, he squeezed ensuring to capture your nipple between his fingers heightening the pleasure you felt while he plunged into you harder and deeper than he had before.

“You feel like you missed me, baby,” Pablo grunted out.

“So much.” He circled his hips and lit the match that let the others inside of you setting off your second release. He always knew just what your body needed and always gave it to you.

Pablo pulled from you, flipped you onto your belly, and slammed into you again. He used your shoulders as a brace, so his thrusts had maximum effect. In seconds, you were a blubbering, whimpering mess and you didn’t care. He’d always been the best you’d had, and you didn’t care if he knew it. Pablo then changed the pattern of which he moved moving between slow and shallow thrusts to fast deep flicks and every single connection made its mark.

By the time Pablo finally came you were hoarse, exhausted, and wetter than when you’d begun. As he collapsed behind you, he pulled you against him and peppered kisses along your shoulder. You loved being in his arms, and it was at this moment you realized how much you’d missed him. fighting the urge to cry happy tears you snuggled deeper into his arms.

“Itch satisfied?”

Pablo snorted and squeezed you tighter while turning your face to him.

“Promise me you’ll never walk away again, Y/N.”

He was serious now. Cupping his bearded jaw, you kissed him softly.

“I promise.”

Pablo searched your eyes for a few seconds until he was satisfied with what he found there. “I’m yours, and yours only,” he said knowing you needed to hear the words.

You nodded and let him kiss you until you were almost dizzy then you found yourself on top of him. Pablo stretched his arms behind his head as he smiled up at you.

“Uh-oh, I’m in trouble,” he joked.

“Damn right you are. If I remember correctly, you said four was the magic number. I think that goes for you too. I sure hope you can take it.”

Pablo smirked and you knew he was more than able to take it. The man was a freak.

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Coffee with Cream

Chapter 1: Our Story Begins in a Diner

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Pairings: Frank Castle x reader x Mad Sweeney

Word count: 2,693

Warnings: sexism, mentions of alcohol, men being men.

Summary: Two men, one diner and little old you. Working at a diner had never been your dream job but, fate had a funny way of bringing two contrasted men into your life.

a/n: hey guys! as you all know my obsession over frank castle and pablo schreiber had been exploding these past couple of months. and so, me and @nellblazer decided to write a good old threesome fic involving these two bulky men. hope you like it. enjoy!

Morning shift:

Another day, another chaos. The buzz of the diner was in full swing as you raced to another table filled with new patrons after the previous ones just got up and left, leaving a generous tip for you as you wiped the surface clean and picked up the dirty dishes.

It was a daily occurrence for you to deal with the bustle. Mornings are always the most hectic. You had to pace back and forth from one table to another, wrote down their orders and carefully carried their meals and beverages to the starved consumers.

Another ring above the door echoed in the clamorous room. You had grown so acclimatized to the sound, that you barely noticed it even chimed. It was basically the soundtrack of the early hours at the diner. So it didn’t interrupt your brief conversation with one of the patrons who had just ordered a black coffee with pancakes as you penned them down on your notepad.

It was around 10 AM, entering brunch hours when he walked in.

You turned around to give the order to the cook but was shortly hindered by a dark-haired man with perfectly neat stubble the lower part of his face. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings due to the rush, so your body crashed with a taller dark figure that was walking in your direction.

“Oh, sorry, sir.” You were stunned. You couldn’t help but quickly notice the mysterious appeal of this man as his deep brown eyes looked into yours. For a second, it felt like the noise in the room suddenly faded into the background. You weren’t one in believing “love at first sight” but you definitely knew an attractive man when you saw one. And you were allured.

He quickly caught you by the shoulders and you loved the temporary moment that you had with him. His touch didn’t last long but you sure as hell wished it had.

“My mistake.” He shrugged it away like it was nothing. Then he walked away to the last booth in the corner and sat near the window. For a second there, you almost forgot what you were currently in the middle of, until you heard your name being called by one of the cooks.

“I’m coming.” You glanced at the lonesome man whom your fellow waitress co-worker was taking orders from once more before you quickly took another cooked order from the counter. You heard the indistinct murmur of the words ‘pancake’ and ‘a cup of espresso coffee’ being spoken by the man. Funny how despite his protruded emanation, he still made a common order.

But with him only a few feet away from where you were standing, things were just getting interesting.

An hour passed by and you were still pacing back and forth from pantry to one table to another. Until the commotion began to dwindle down, and you could just sit back behind the counter and wait for the remaining ones to get up and leave.

The blonde-haired man who had been indecorously eyeing you up and down after you first interacted with him to take his order earlier got up from table two and you were a tad relieved that he was finally about to leave. You just had to deal with him one more time and hopefully, you would never have to see his obnoxiously hideous face ever again.

Maybe you should consider spitting on a patron’s food next time, so they would have no interest in returning due to the bad service or unpleasant food ever again. Well, you’ll keep that in mind.

For now, you were trying to make yourself look as collected as possible despite attempting to hide your disgust on his predatory eyes. He neared toward where you were sitting, which was behind the cashier machine and you tried not to vomit right there.

“How much is it, hot stuff?” You couldn't mask your repugnance at his catcalling. But you neglected it, maintaining your professionalism.

“That’ll be $4.50, and don’t call me hot stuff.”

“Then give me your name, sweet cheeks.” He winked and crudely smirked at you as if he had just aced the last word. The truth was… It only made the idea of spilling a drink on his pants even more intriguing.

“Are you going to pay for your meal or not?” Then he scrambled through his pocket to unfold his wallet then he pulled out a few bucks and placed it on the counter in front of you. You took it without giving him a convivial look and a thank you, and immediately placed the money in the cashier machine.

“No smile for me? I give you some pretty generous tips there.”

“Go fuck yourself. Your tips’ pretty average anyway.” Then you turned your body against him but he abruptly stopped by harshly grabbing your wrist. You tried to release it out of his vicious grip, but this obnoxious man was much stronger than your liking.

“Let go of me!”

“You fucking rude bitch couldn’t even give me a smile, huh? I could get your ass fired out of here, you know that?”

“I said let go!”

What you didn’t notice was the inscrutable man who was sitting in the corner booth, had gotten up and approached the scene. He stood right next to the man that was harassing you, and he immediately put his hand on his shoulder. “Hey, pal, let the lady go, alright? She’s not interested.”

“Who the fuck are you? Mind your own fuckin’ business, pal.” Then he released your wrist and immediately pushed the enigmatic man by the shoulders and it elicited a fire out of him. He didn’t look the slightest bit frenzied but he looked rather enlivened by the son of a bitch’s ineptitude and he was primed for whatever was going to go down. He then pushed the schmuck back, catching him off guard.

“You’re gonna regret that.” He sneered through his wounded ego. The mysterious man only kept his cold-hard stare at him and stood unwaveringly. The obnoxious man then threw a punch at him but he effortlessly dodged it like he saw it coming, then he miserably tried to throw a punch at him once more, but was caught and stopped effortlessly with only a single clench of his hand, then the mysterious man incased his fist and twisted it to the point where the schmuck gave away his pain through his face.

“Who regrets it, now?” The mysterious man gritted as his nostrils flared. The obnoxious man was shorter than him but somehow, he seemed into shrank down before this man.

“Not so tough now huh? You gonna say something? Hmm?”

“No, please, please! I’ll fucking leave, just let me go!” He begged through his visible terror.

He let him go with a slight push and the obnoxious man instantly fled and ran for his life. He exited through the door and didn’t look back.

After the mysterious man made sure that the little coward was out of sight, he shifted his gaze to your direction and his energy immediately improved. It turned into a warmer, more civil look. In fact… He seemed a little nervous. He was so certain of himself when he tamed down that bastard, but now he looked like a shy man who was nervous to talk to a pretty lady.

“You uh… You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Thank you.” You threw him a tiddly smile to truly show your gratitude. But you were also a tad amused by the rapid transformation in him.

“No problem. So uh… Do you deal with those kinda assholes often?”

“On some unfortunate days, yeah. There are two types of assholes though. One who miserly tips and the other who’s like the one you just terrorized to death.”

“Yeah, it can get pretty unpredictable working here, huh?”

“You got that right.” You sighed as you placed your hand on the counter to lean on it.

“So, do I get to know the name of my knight in shining armour?”

He shook his head and chuckled and if your vision wasn’t playing tricks on you, you think he was even slightly blushing.

“The name’s Frank. Frank Castle.”

“Well, Frank, Frank Castle… My name’s y/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You shook hands whilst still maintaining unfaltering eye contact with the man. You chatted for a while before he paid for his meal and said his goodbye. You couldn’t remember seeing a smile on his dashing face before that. But you were glad that you did before he was out of sight.

“I’ll see you around.” Those four words loomed in your head throughout the entire day, making you smile like a starstruck idiot. You took the bus to ride back home and you put on your favourite happy song. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this giddy. You didn’t have a clue as to when you were going to see this man again but, you sure as hell were going to meet him in your daydream.

Evening shift:

After being kicked out of every local bar, Sweeney's drinking options were becoming thin.

Sure he could just buy whiskey from the grocery store and drink it from the bottle but that was verging on being the drunk under the bridge territory and he'd had enough of that for one lifetime. He certainly didn't miss the thumping hangovers or the aches of sleeping on the cold ground. He definitely didn't miss the gobshite kids who kicked him whilst he was asleep for fun or who stole the last of his alcohol.

For having a lucky coin, he sure did run into a lot of problems and they'd all started when he'd left Illinios in disgrace. Brooklyn hadn't been much more welcoming but at least he could make fun of the “Irish” bars that seemed to dot about the place....maybe he shouldn't have made as much fun as he did because he was thirsty and it was a need only booze would fill.

He stumbled upon a diner, unassuming and hidden and with that faded flaking majesty of an era long gone by, an era Sweeney missed fondly because you could get a slice of pie and a hard drink for little cash and every now and then he'd catch a glimpse of some lady's stocking top as a gust of wind hit.

He pulled his denim jacket around him, wishing it was still socially acceptable to have cloaks before pushing the door open where an old fashioned bell above tinkled. He could tell this place was a relic but he already loved it for that.

He walked to the red stools next to the counter and relished the warmth of the place and the wafting smell of coffee that lingered and mixed with the scent of pastry.

Sweeney wasn't expecting you to pop up from behind the counter as suddenly as you did and he clutched his chest as he flinched.

“Fuckin' hell!” he exclaims.

“Sorry!” you look mortified to have made him jump. “People keep dropping things over here.”

He wished he could say he was a gentleman and looked at your face first but....he didn't. His eyes travelled up the waitress uniform, following the line of your body until he finally lingered on the sweet face that was shyly tucking a stray hair behind the ear.

“Not to worry, little lasslin'. Woke me up. Got any whiskey for a weary man?”

“I sure do but not the expensive stuff.”

“I'm not particular,” he tries for a charming smile, hoping it lands.

“One whiskey coming up,” you smile back, although he's sure it's your default customer smile.

Nice all the same.

It had been a long time since a bonnie girl had smiled at him.

You brought the whiskey over as he was playing with his coin and your eyes immediately darted to it. Sweeney could see the flare of interest there.

“That's unusual,” you nod at it. “Seems old. Family heirloom?”

“You could say that,” he chuckles, holding it out for you to take.

He watches you study it, feeling an almost sense of pride that for once someone was interested in something that was essentially him and not what he could do for them. When your fingers trace the lines of the sun, he's mesmerised by the care you're taking with it.

“It's really pretty,” you hand it back.

He leans forward and you lean in too, “Not as pretty as you, mind.”

You took it in the spirit it was meant and didn't give him a slap so that was encouraging at least. He twirls the coin between his fingers before presenting it again.

“They say this is the very treasure of the sun. It bestows luck to whoever holds it n' the sun's good grace.”

“I could do with some of that right now,” you laugh.

“Got some problems?”

“There was an incident this morning with a customer,” you sigh, smoothing down the apron but you didn't elaborate. “Happens.”

“Well I tell ya what. I like this place already and so long as I'm around, no fucker is gonna spoil yer day. How about that?”

“What's your name?” you ask.

“Sweeney.”

“Nice to meet you Sweeney. Can I get anything else for you?”

“What's the best pie ya got?”

“Apple is always the favourite but between you and me, the Mississippi Mud Pie is better,” you whisper conspiratorially. “But don't tell my boss I said that.”

“Not a word,” he zips over his mouth before draining his glass. “One a' that then, lasslin' n' another whiskey.”

Sweeney can't help but watch you as you work, setting the glass down in front of him before serving him up a slice and he notes you look around to check as if you're doing something you shouldn't before putting both cream and ice cream on the side. You pass it along to him with a finger over your lips.

“You're only supposed to get one technically,” you wink.

“Yer very good to me, sweetheart,” Sweeney smiles broadly. “This is already my favourite diner I've ever been too n' don't worry, I'll keep my promise. Nobody will insult ya, hurt ya or upset ya whilst I'm here.”

“I'd best serve some other customers. Don't want them to think I'm playing favourites,” you give him a tiny wave before scooting off to refill coffee.

You were right, the pie was fantastic and he almost cried to discover the ice cream appeared to be the homemade variety. It had been so long so he'd had any type of cream that wasn't artificial. He was so sick of being summoned to his worshipper's homes and given dime store whip that tasted like the back end of a plastic conveyor belt.

He put down his money, giving a large tip and sliding it near to where you were making cocoa for someone. He ended up doing a coin trick out of habit which you watched with raptured interest before taking the cash.

“Thanks,” you smile brightly at him. “I'm heading off after this, split shift wears a girl out but if you ever come back, you have to teach me how to do that.”

“I'll teach ya anything ya want for good conversation and more pie,” he laughs.

“Deal. See you around Sweeney,” you head into the back room to change before a surly looking older man comes out to replace you.

This man wasn't nearly as interesting as you were and Sweeney's attention went back to drinking. Funnily enough, he'd forgotten all about that burning thirst to get obliterated when talking to you. There was something so easygoing, so comfortable about you that it felt like he'd lifted his head above the fog of his alcoholism for the first time in years.

Oh he'd definitely be back alright. He wouldn't fuck things up this time. He really liked it here.

And as he watched you in your normal clothes stride out into the darkening night, he thought maybe ending up here was lucky after all.

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