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thingsnia · 8 months ago

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boss benefits — simon riley "ghost" 💀🏴‍☠️

─── ☆ attention: english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes, just clearing the web that I let accumulate; I missed writing, diving into something to get away from life, asks are open, and I write to all the men of cod (characters by Pedro Pascal & house of the dragon <3)

─── ☆ summary: What would you do to stand out? To take on a mission you always wanted to finally have new opportunities? Would you be willing to give everything? were you willing to sleep with your Lieutenant?

─── ☆ warings📣: +18, MDNI | Allusions to an unhappy marriage, Simon is a scoundrel here, a bit dark (since you have sex to get a job) , possessiveness, size kink, creampie, unprotected sex, sexual desire, sexual tension, Simon is jealous of his boyfriend (he doesn't admit it, but competes), infidelity, oral sex (m/f), mention of procreation, infidelity, abuse of power, hierarchical relationship, position advantage, extramarital relationship, both have relationships, mentions of lust, prosmic sex, high sexual attraction, big dick (I know, I know, Simon is a big boy), Simon makes fun of the reader's boyfriend a lot, Simon lives in a loveless relationship.

"Lieutenant?" You asked as you pushed open the door to his office, perhaps it was to ask for a new report or to explain the briefing for your newest mission.

But when you opened the door, you noticed Ghost's body leaning against the table, he was in uniform, the mask covering only his lips, his honey eyes looking at you, you couldn't help but smile softly while showing his teeth.

You can't help but see the rectangular photograph, the gold-colored frame on his desk, displaying the happy photo of him next to his wife, Lisa, Lana or Lenny, you don't even remember her name. "Do you really want that mission?" His bitter tone of voice, so drawn out and thick that it almost made you think you were negotiating with the devil himself.

The mission that you begged so much to be in your hands, you wanted, was a mission in an area that always interested you, come on, you even studied to perform such a role, but Simon said he would give you an answer, and you were grateful for himself for letting go of his laziness and coming to his office at night.

"Of course I do, Lieutenant." The way you seemed convinced you believed it would be the best for you, he couldn't help but laugh beneath the mask, a little thing like you saying you could take it all. You had fire in your eyes, and Simon wanted to taste that fire.

"Whatever you're willing to do, I say." He cleared his throat while crossing his arms over his chest, raising his body even higher. "Many other soldiers asked me for it, it's an important mission, to show your values and skills. Why do you think you deserve this mission?"

"I'm the most qualified, I'm tired of kissing babies or hugging people." The last mission, after saving a pile of hostages, you ended up becoming more popular in talking in front of the cameras — you were a kind, sweet woman and the photos of you holding a baby in your arms almost made everyone call you an 'angel' of the task force. You even got a five-day vacation to spend with your boyfriend, thanks to everything you saw, to all the scary things you saw while saving them. "That's not for me, Lieutenant."

"You still haven't answered me, little thing." The harsh tone, the way he leaned in, touching your chin with the same hand that had the gold ring on it, he was flirting with you, sending all codes of professional ethics to hell, the way he leaned in, without Don't even care about the photo on the table, the photo is his wedding. "What are you willing to give me... for this job to be yours alone."

You should run, escape, warn the HR people about his strange attitudes - no strange, he was harassing you, insinuating that you should give him something to get a job, this was against all regulations, using his own power to obtain sexual favors. But you knew, the army would never send him away, would never dismiss him, he was one of the most competent agents on the military installation.

Reporting him would ruin your career, it would throw all your efforts in the trash if you told anyone about it. Closing your own eyes while looking at him, why was he insinuating this? His wife was young, pretty, and you had a boyfriend - damn, why are you creating reasons not to have sex with him? "Simon, your wife doesn't deserve this, my boyfriend, Devon, doesn't deserve this."

"Don't be silly, little girl." The little flick he gave you on the nose, laughing as he noticed you dodge, trying to get away from him, were you creating reasons? Did you want it so much that you needed to create excuses to stay away? - "Look, don't see this as cheating, sex or whatever is in your head. See it as a business transition."

He laughed, you could almost see the wrinkles forming under his eyes, you could almost feel the way he was offering to have an affair with you. "We're not going to kiss, honey, I don't want you to kiss me, love me or leave your pathetic little boyfriend."

The silence that fell, your throat was dry, you seemed disappointed to know that there wouldn't be kisses? - the entire environment was silent, I could hear your mind pounding, I could hear the doubts, the uncertainty, and even the desire to have sex with your superior. Everything was silent for a few minutes, it seemed like an eternity, all the doubts, the uncertainties, the doubts, your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him.

"you'll never tell anyone this, right?" you should be ashamed to accept it, you should walk away — leave, not accept this damn job and simply deny it, be faithful to your boyfriend, don't cheat on another woman, don't let him cheat on his marriage with you, in a damn case.

The way he took off his mask, showing off his thin lips, his strong facial expressions, his Greek nose as he couldn't help but laugh as he walked towards the door. He looked at your body, noticing that you were probably close to going to bed when they told you that he wanted to talk to you, his attentive eyes analyzing you, your curves, the entire contour of your body. "It will be a shame to never tell anyone that I was with a woman just like you, sweet." The pet name almost made you tremble, he spoke as if he had honey between his teeth. "But I agree, we can't let others know. It would be bad for my marriage and your little boyfriend- he would finally have to learn how to fuck a real woman."

At first it was strange approaching him, your lips tilting slightly, you didn't know where to touch, you didn't know how he liked kisses or how he liked to be touched, he approached, forgetting that it was you who wouldn't kiss you, but he lied, and you were stupid to believe him. Your eyes connected to each other, slow and slow steps towards each other, as if you were reading the deepest secrets of each other's souls — reading the darkest secrets that could exist, almost creating your own rhythm, a speed of yours. two. Simon couldn't help but bite his lip, he would be lying if he said he never desired your lips.

At first the kiss was so calm, sensitive, your lips pressing against each other, in an absurd harmony they were having, he held your face while he deepened the kiss, prolonging it, asking for passage with his lips, and when you moaned into his mouth of him, pulling his hair, everything seemed to go dark, to darken, your breathing in tune, your chest rising and falling, you needed to breathe, you needed air, oxygen, you needed so many things, Simon's hoarse voice, the way he just He smiled when he noticed how confused, airy and so confused you were.

"I have one condition" you pulled away from his lips, as you tried your best to hold on to something, fuck, you always imagined the sweet com could be his lips - you always knew he was as hot as the devil himself.

He couldn't help but laugh, finding it so curious how you didn't push him away during the kiss, quite the opposite, he saw your eyes on his lips, he saw desire in you, lust, tension, so many things that were more than enough. just an arrangement, an agreement. "What's your condition, pretty."

"I want you to use a condom." It was your lifeline, of course you imagined the texture of Simon's fresh semen filling your pussy, you knew it was wrong, wishing another man would cum in you while forcing your own boyfriend to use a condom, it was so comical, the man who knew your parents couldn't cum, but Simon had the approval to do so?

"We have a little problem. I don't have a condom." He wasn't lying, tilting his gaze at you as he walked away, he didn't have condoms, since he always made his own wife take care of birth control a lot, he didn't want accidents, he didn't want an unwanted child, but with you, he didn't even At least he cared about his own regulations of only having sex when he was aware of birth control.

"I have a condom in my boyfriend's room, I can get it."

“don’t be stupid princess, do you think it fits me?” You wanted to hit him for being arrogant, he was just being self-centered by telling you that he had a huge dick, but before you could even argue that he was lying or making excuses, he took your hands in his, feeling the soft and smooth texture, so Sweet as an addictive drug, he fell into your trap.

He let you feel him, feeling the volume, but he made a point of undoing his belt, lowering the waistband of his pants, making you see his dick, the red bridge leaking, the thick outline, covered in bluish veins, you couldn't let it go and Closing his eyes, biting his lips, realizing how huge he is, Simon couldn't help but laugh when he noticed how surprised his eyes were, when he noticed that he had a huge cock. Simon knew he had a huge dick, fuck, he knew he should be proud to have all that stuff in his pants. "What's wrong, doesn't your boyfriend have a huge dick, kitten?"

You hated how cocky he seemed, how full of ego he seemed, surely getting so many compliments for having a huge dick that he probably got a big ego. "shut up. I want you to take it off before you cum."

"Yes ma'am."

And there you were again, crushing your lips against his, feeling the way your body shivered, he knew it was wrong - but he couldn't lie and say he was sorry about cheating on his wife, he didn't care, he didn't even care. The way he was devouring your neck, crushing his lips against your skin, giving bites, hickeys and even licks, loving the way it gave you goosebumps, how you squirmed in his arms. "You seem so needy, no man has ever touched you."

He was groping your body, crushing your breasts against his own hands, he could feel how round they were, even under a pile of clothes. Pulling at clothes, removing buttons and buttons, watching your skin be revealed, flesh soft and supple, he knew he shouldn't leave marks, that he shouldn't have the boldness, but he did, he marked you, bit your skin, kissed.

Simon couldn't help but moan when he felt your hands wrapped around his cock - starting to masturbate him, moving his fists around him, feeling his cock throbbing, the veins bulging, how hot it was, how luscious, fuck, he'd never had a man with such a strong reaction to simply touching. You stayed for a few minutes, teasing each other, Simon exploring your skin, discovering all the pieces, all the contours, trying to remember in his own memory what you were like, he would record this moment, because he didn't know when it would happen again.

And that would be his best secret, the image that would pass through his mind every moment he had, remembering how your body reacts to being touched, to being kissed, to being loved, he knew it was wrong to give you the role of a lover, an affair, how he hated not being able to love you with open doors, to reduce you to just that, an affair of a married man. When he saw you kneel, see you on your knees for him, he could almost cum, he could almost feel the air getting thin, you almost stopped breathing.

"how do you.. like being sucked?" He couldn't help but find it so captivating, did you want to please him? You wanted to know how he wanted you, you wanted to engrave yourself in his mind like gum.

"Just do what you do with your boyfriend, hmm?" That was a lie, he wanted it to be even better, for you to suck him with more love than you sucked your boyfriend, he wanted you to be even better with him but it was with that loser.

"If you talk about him, I'll get dressed and leave." You didn't want to remember that you were a damn traitor, that you were about to suck a man who wasn't your boyfriend, and to make matters worse, a man who was wearing a ring. When you opened your mouth, starting to suck the base of his cock — sliding your tongue along the slit, while holding his base so tightly, you loved how needy Simon seemed to feel your mouth against him.

When you started to suck him, sliding your mouth around his entire contour - the warm, wet mouth surrounding him, as you began to slide in and out, just wrapping the glans around your mouth, you couldn't help but smile when he wrapped it around you. his hand in your hair, fuck, you could feel his wedding ring against your head.

Simon couldn't help but smile when he saw you smiling, seeing the outline of your lips against his, seeing your eyes so big as you tried to relax your throat to take him, you've never taken a huge cock, while you felt the weight of his cock against your tongue. He waited for you to be ready, as he started to move his hips, hitting the back of your throat, he could see you fighting the urge to choke, there was saliva running down your chest, you were willing to take him whole, to please him , you knew that anyone could notice that you and Simon were missing.

You move your head back and forth, breathing through your nose as you move your tongue around him, trying your best to pleasure him, you didn't care about the pain in your throat, you would probably have to drink tea the next morning, and when you heard Simon's moans, you can't help but continue, now hungrier, taking him so deep in your throat, starting to choke around him, the disheveled sounds, Simon's moans and with him he seemed so excited to see you giving a blowjob sloppy, not caring about his appearance, he looked like a slut who would get paid a lot of money, but no, you were doing it willingly, trying to please him, trying to be good to him, sucking a married man.

Fuck, Simon imagined all the perverted things he could do, he could take a picture of himself like this, but he didn't want to be such a bad man. He was close to cumming, close to emptying down your throat and even though he wanted to see you swallow him — or cumming on your face, he couldn't wait, he wanted to hear you moan for him.

He used all the strength he had, placing you on the desk, laughing when he saw the photograph fall to the floor, his wedding photo shattered, and he didn't even care, stepping on the broken frame, crushing the happy image of his wedding, separating at your legs, taking off your panties, he almost salivated at the sight of your wet pussy, at the sight of how wet you were for him, patting your clit and just laughing when you moaned.

He wanted to make fun of you, laugh a little, but he just wanted to feel your pussy around him, smell your sweet and soft scent, he leaned over, not caring about his spine curved in a bad position, as he started rubbing your clit. with a circle of his tongue — like a kitten testing the water, and when it tastes sweet, damn, he can't help but growl, opening your legs even wider, using his own weight and arms to open you up. "Fuck, I can live under your legs. That wet pussy."

He purred as he went back to sucking you, playing with your clit, drinking in all your excitement, trying his best to make you wet, patting you to see how wet you were, spreading your legs, separating your legs, putting you on top of the shoulders. Damn, all those moans you let out as he attacked your pussy, moaning as if you had never received quality oral sex, if he was your boyfriend he would never leave your legs, he would leave with you hanging on his shoulders, lifting the head just to speak politely to people.

Noticing his wet mouth, feeling your scent stuck right under his nose, as you arched over the table, feet shaking, crushing your hands against his hair, you were close to pulling his hair, messing up his hairstyle, those straw hair stuck between your fists, you were close to cumming, close to messing up everything around you, moaning loudly, squirming.

As you arched your back, rising and leaning, you wanted to close your legs, but Simon couldn't help but fight you, using his arms as a kind of screwdriver to let you open. Tapping hard on your clit while rubbing two fingers against your entrance, making you take his fingers, feeling your cum soak his fingers, feeling how you were crushing his fingers. "Fuck, Simon!"

When he lifted himself up, you couldn't help but see his forehead covered in sweat, his lips stained with your juices, he couldn't help but smile at how confused you were, how high you were from your orgasm, as he pulled you in for more. close, he needed to stick it inside you before he came, the taste of your pussy, the taste against his tongue. Fuck, he was dripping like a beast, his dick so hard and throbbing he might have blue balls if he didn't come, when you pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his hips, you were a demon, and he should have known from that.

"don't do that to a man baby.. it makes any man greedy." Seeing your eyes, how you were kissing him, how he was crushing his body against you. He felt his cock rubbing against your wet folds, and when you pushed in, he had to bite his lips, his jaw clenched, you were so tight, so wet, so welcoming that it took everything he had not to cum on the first thrust. . "You're a glove inside, as tight as a fucking virgin."

He was rambling, talking out loud, he never felt like this, he never needed to pull his dick out to relieve it, fuck, he didn't want to cum on the first thrust, he didn't want to disappoint you, he didn't know when he would have the chance again and I wanted to enjoy every second. You couldn't help but laugh, noticing how fucked he was, how he had hurt his own lips sinking his teeth in to hold himself back, he kept fucking himself, just pushing his head in and out, moaning as he felt the obscene sounds, the smell of sex in the entire office.

When he crushed his hands around your hips, using one of his arms to keep you from struggling before he fucked you into oblivion, before he fucked you like a beast. Feeling your hands against the back of his neck as you began to move, laughing as he moved in and out of you, seeing you roll your eyes and scratch at his shoulders, scratch at his back, he can feel you shaking against him, You can feel how deep you were, your pussy was wrapping around him so tightly.

You knew you shouldn't be moaning in another man's arms, you shouldn't be letting a man without a condom enter you, fuck, you could feel the cold, golden ring against your skin, throw your head back, feeling the sounds of sex, the creaking table, the obscene sounds your pussy was making as it clenched around him. Feeling him fuck him balls deep inside you, he knew there would be so many bruises, marks that were too difficult to explain to the people who were waiting for you at home, but damn, he didn't care.

The violent rhythm that your bodies intertwined, you were both sinning, you were both getting sick, he loved feeling the texture of your skin, how your pussy clenched around him, and when he buried himself deep inside, the way your eyes rolled back, the air that was trapped in his chest and his head thrown back, his nail scratched him as if his skin was a whiteboard ready to be painted, exposed and displayed as a beautiful work of art.

The heavy breathing, the sounds, the harsh and hot noises, Simon was growling, feeling your pussy to squeeze a huge amount of you, the smell of sex, all the items on the table hitting the floor, Simon didn't care about the mess, with all the papers, the cock buried, in and out the wet and lasives sounds, while the rhythm was so slow, he wanted to hear you moan — to hear you beg for his cock, beg for the mark, for the contour of his cock against your pussy . "Fuck, keep moaning for me, I want to remember how you can be so loving."

He noticed your bright eyes, the way you bit your own lip just to make him angry, and fuck, he started moving so slow, so slow, thrusting all the way in at a deadly pace, letting your clit rub against his His abdomen, just looking down Simon thought he was going to fill you up, the simple sight of almost burying his balls inside you drives him crazy, makes him so animalistic, lost in desire, bathing in lust.

His hips rock almost naturally, the sight of your lubrication gushing against his cock, the obscene sound of your pussy and how your moans sound so loud and needy, it was almost like another impulse to slide his fingers up to your clit, he wanted you Seeing you cum for him, seeing how your eyes rolled back, how your body would tremble against his, god, he was so wild.

Simon feels his charms completely over you, the way your belly twitched, he can feel the way you hugged him even tighter with your legs, almost forbidding him to leave, creating a limitation that made him almost merge. Your body rose from the table, your spine arching, your hair spread across the table, it was like a damn overdose, better than the adrenaline of being on the field. Your eyes were so dilated, your moans were confused, altered, the orgasm made you so needy, the way you looked at Simon, almost like a succubus ready to drain every drop of semen he had.

He knows he should have used the strength of his own body to pull away, to cum on his belly and even his thighs — the guilt was already gone, he didn't even remember his wife's name, Lisa, Lenny or anything, his mind was just I could think about you, your body, your pussy that seemed made for his dick, even the shock against your cervix. "I need you, Simon-"

His eyes were heavy, his hands were squeezing your flesh so tightly, as if he was stopping you from slipping between his fingers, he was so close to filling you, the way his name rolled across your tongue, as if it were a prayer, a song that you were the only singer who gave meaning to the musician. "Fuck, I'm going to fill you up..."

The devilish smile that played on those lips, now you know how Lucifer fell as he tried to dominate and rule heaven, the distorted pleasure before your eyes, the danger, the chance to father his child - the marks of the alliance against your skin If it's so wrong why did it feel so good in your mind?

Instead of pushing him away, yelling at him, telling him he's gone crazy, it was as if he had opened a box with all his darkest desires, fathering a married man's child, destroying a home, you should be ashamed, but all he felt was pleasure, desire, knowing that he was so immersed in this that he was willing to lose everything. Giving up everything he had for years, simply to fill you up.

The way Simon's hips seemed ready to give way, he was like a machine, rough like metal hitting you over and over again, and you were made of porcelain, fragile and struggling not to break, he was hitting you over and over again against your uterus, he was insatiable, it would only stop when it spilled, when all the semen was dripping from your pussy, he didn't even care how red, swollen and baked it would be. He could only think about the feeling, fucking you again, using his own cum as lubricant, imagining how your pussy would still accept him even after he had cum.

Knowing that you weren't letting your loser boyfriend do that, but you were letting him, a man who had his wife's photo on the table, the frame that was now broken — he didn't even know where it had fallen, if he was stepping on it or anything. thing, you pussy was his only focus, your body against his. The simple thought made him come, the firm, thick jets being spurted inside you, looking at you is seeing your eyes closed, your body trembling, he filled your pussy, and instead of pushing him away, you moaned, leaving another man marks you, another man kisses you, another man tastes and delights in your body.

Simon didn't want to leave, even though he heard the sound in the hallway, knowing that at any moment someone could open the door, but he didn't care about the danger, the suspension they would both receive, or the gossip spreading through the hallways. He just smiled, your breaths mixing, you didn't move a single centimeter, you knew your legs would give way - but you still did your best to lean over and sit down, the semen running down your leg, dirtying the carpet.

He was a knight, taking your panties that he had stolen minutes ago, cleaning your pussy, just rubbing the leaked semen and smiling as he smiled. "Never handled a big dick? If you want, I can walk you to your room."

"Don't feel cocky, you looked like a drooling dog tasting pussy for the first time" He couldn't help but laugh as he leaned in, giving you a soft kiss on your lips. "Unlike you, I assume my sins"

You gave him a light push, and he just smiled. "We are two sinners, the difference is that you will convince yourself that you have not sinned, and I-" he showed you semen-stained panties. "I like to remember my sins."

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I Win, You Lose

Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader

Summary: In Loving Memory of Pedro Pascal, the best bachelor that ever graced the planet. He's not dead, he just got into a relationship and I'm in mourning.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, extremely delusional, socmed au, crack fic, use of y/n smh, fluff, im on my final straw, typos, etc.

A/N: listen pedro pascal is a happy pill for me and i just wanna be silly goofy so let me have this or else i will cry. Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz @multifandom-fangirl4

Flickering lights. Hollering paparazzi. Click, flash, shudder. Pedro smiles through it all then is redirected to a few interviewers.

The interviewer he is redirected to beams at the sight of him, adjusting his grip on his mic, "hi! How are you?"

Pedro smiles, "I'm good. How are you?"

"I'm great! I'm so excited to see what you have in store for us, as I'm sure everyone else is," he motions to the camera.

Pedro places a hand on his heart. He thanks him, "that means a lot. I'm excited for everyone to see as well."

"Are you nervous at all?"

Pedro blows a raspberry, "I feel like I'm about to pass out any second."

He laughs, "is that the same thing you felt when you were talking to Y/N Y/L/N?"

Pedro's eyes widen a fraction. He lets out a chuckle then stills for a second before playfully slapping the man's arm. He laughs so hard that he can't respond. His face grows a bit red.

The interviewer laughs with him.

Pedro regains his wits, "I won't lie to you, my brain disconnected when she fixed my tie."

"Oh yeah," he agrees, nonchalant, "she did that to me once-"

"SHE DID?!" Pedro gasps.

"-and my- Yeah, she did-"

"When?" Pedro furrows his brows and points a finger, "right now? Right now?! You're not even wearing a tie!"

"No! No! Last time!"

"Well," he purses his lips and raises his brows, "hate to break it to ya, but she fixed my tie, like, 5 seconds ago." He rolls his eyes.

The interviewer raises his hands, "you're right. You win."

"Yes, that's correct."

Y/N Y/L/N poses with Pedro Pascal and stuns in blue dress

pascaldailyupdates: Okay but y/n and pedro 👀👀👀👀

anakinskyrunnin: 🧍‍♀️ this wasn't on my bucket list

ynforgetsramen: WHY ARE THEY POSING LIKE THAT

→ oscarpascal replied: THE WAY HE LOOKIN HER HAS ME ILL

→ → ynishotok replied: ??? CONFIRMING A RELATIONSHIP SOON

grogumybeloved: BRO BRO BRO WHAT @.dilfpascal have you SEEN THIS

→ dilfpascal replied: ❌👄❌ wdm

ynweekly: SO YOURE TELLING ME MY PREDICTIONS WERE ALL WRONG?

→ oscarpascal replied: LITERALLY ME THIS IS SUCH A PLOT TWIST

hollywoodscoop: Y/N Y/L/N & Pedro Pascal spotted with friends in New Yourk.

→ smexywolf replied: THAT COULD LITERALLY BE AND MY GRAMMA THATS SO PIXELATED

→ starwitch replied: YO WAHT

→ javijavipedro replied: GUYS DW I WENT TO NEW YORK AND DIDNT SEE THIS 😌 it cant be real

→ ynftw replied: [VIOLENT SCREAMING] I THOUGHT SHE WAS DATING ANDREW GARFIELD MY SHIP WHAT ABOUT MY SHIP

→ → ynishotok replied: 😭😭😭 PLEASE SAME THOUGHTS

→ goetye replied: I HAVE EXAMS WHAT IS THIS

→ javimypapi replied: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COMPETE WITH FUCKING Y/N DAFAQ

→ → 1234choco replied: gg fr fr

Pedro Pascal & Y/N Y/L/N Confirm Relationship

Pascal has confirmed to Volume Magazine that he and actress Y/N Y/L/N have been in a "loving relationship" for a few months now.

pefropuppet: 🤪 loving 🤪 realtionship 🤪

→ javimypapi replied: 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 time to delete myself

It's Official! Pedro Pascal & Y/N Y/L/N are dating

And they're the cutest couple on this side of the planet.

wuit39pi: so glad i live on the otherside of the planet. that means this isn't real

c00lwhip: Y/N and I are still dating on the other side.

→ crayonpascal replied: me with pedro

ICYMI: Y/N Y/L/N dating Pedro Pascal

But I'm willing to bet you Pedro girlies did not miss a second of it.

djarinoppa: please this article is being so LOUD 😭

Radio 100 - Y/N Y/LN talks Pedro Pascal

"Let's talk about it," the young interviewer says, pursing her lips, pinching the air with her manicured nails.

I let out a breathy chuckle and nod, "let's."

"Pedro Pascal."

"Pedro Pascal," I repeat with a smile, continuing to nod.

"I want to know everything," she says, adjusting her headphones and her mic, "we at Radio 100, along with the rest of the world, want to know--" she turns to me, "--how did you bag the baddie?"

I break into laughter.

The host stresses, "the baddie."

"THE baddie," I repeat, "the baddie of our generation, Pedro Pascal," I chuckle and suck in a breath.

The interviewer chuckles with me and motions, "because goodness knows we're all going to be taking notes."

I sigh and think for a moment. I link my hands together and prop them on the table in front of me, "ya know, I was just real with him."

She nods, eager to know what else I had to say.

"I told him," I shrug, "I could bring him in hot or I could bring him in cold."

She breaks into a fit of laughs before I even finish the sentence. I laugh along with her, pleased with the reaction I garnered. She wheezes, "no but did you really?"

"Absolutely not," I snort, "that would have been great though, wouldn't? I'm pretty sure if I did do that, he would have cried."

We both cackle.

"Like," I chuckle, "don't know if it's a good cry or a bad cry but there would have been tears."

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itsYNduh reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] THANK YOU 😤😤

dindjarindaddy reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] ????? WHAT IS THIS

thelastofh0e reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] his boomer jumped out smh SCREAMING

pascaldailyupdates: Pedro and Y/N spotted together in a beach in Malibu.

→ MOONBABE replied: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW *RUNS INTO A TRAINTRACK*

→ igotb00bs replied: 💔SO💔HAPPY💔FOR💔YOU💔

→ brrrrambo replied: shhhh you guys its too blurry to tell who it is

→ → dilfpascal replied: LMAOOO

→ → → ynishotok replied: we love denial 🤡

→ cornyluvaffir replied: OK BUT THE HANDS AND THE LEANING AND THE THING WITH THE

→ javimypapi replied: NO CUZ THE WAY MY DAD SAID HE SAW THE MANDO GUY ON THE BEACH AND I DIDNT BELIEVE HIM

→ → 404dead replied: ✋✋✋✋ aint no fucking way 💀

→ dingdongdont replied: *sips clorox cutely*

dadystate0mind: BABE WAKE UP NEW PEDRO Y/N PICS JUST DROPPED

→ dilfpascal replied: what if was my last straw

→ ynbaeluv replied: im so glad this is blurry so i can pretend i didnt see it

→ lmaotryagain replied: the pda is pdaing

→ honeyyn replied: no cuz he got her smiling like mad 😢

→ pedromiamor replied: 😭😭😭

→ ynthighsluv replied: alexa play that should be me

LOOK: Pedro Pascal and Y/N Y/L/N in New York

→ batmanis1 replied: LMAOOOOOO THEY REALLY SAID 4K ULTRA HD

→ → yuh1200 replied: FRRR IM SOBBING I CANT USE THE ITS TOO BLURRY EXCUSE ANYMORE

→ → → jennieluvu replied: JOKES ON YOU I DONT HAVE MY GLASSES ON

→ → → → isaacpascal replied: DW I BLURRED THE PIC FOR US [image attached]

→ propernadz replied: I'm mentally unwell because they look so good together and I cannot deny.

→ stuckyforlife replied: GOD I HAVE SEEN WHAT YOU DO FOR OTHERS

→ natasharomanovv replied: i just woke up

→ → nevergain replied: same 😭😭😭

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memeynok reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] APOLOGY WITH TEARS

anderson_1 reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] no but theyre so cute for this and i hate it

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igotitithink reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] GOD I SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR OTHERS

ILOVEyn reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] WHEN IS IT MY TURN

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal crackfic #pedro pascal social media au #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal x actress!reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #help me im so tired #HAHAAH MY PREV TAG ME WHY AM I ALWAYS SO TIRED WHEN I MADE THESE #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal soc med au #pedro pascal socmed au #pedro fanfic #pedro crackfic

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creedslove · 1 year ago

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have you seen the nye pictures of pedro? the one where he has his arm in one of those slings?

could you write something regarding that about any of the pedro boys? like they break a born or get an injury and they neglect it, not letting you take care of them although they yearn for your care.

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I know anon, poor thing fell down and now he's got surgery coming 🥺 I hope he recovers soon ❤️‍🩹

"Fine! If you don't want me helping you then you can do it yourself!"

• you said angrily as you couldn't believe how stubborn Joel really was. After he injured his shoulder at work, he became unbearable, as all you wanted to do was to help him, but he said no

• you understood that Joel was an independent man, he was strong and was used to doing things on his own, but since he had to wear a sling on his arm, he was having a hard time doing some things but whenever you wanted to help, he simply declined

• he hated that he had to be driven around by everyone and if he had to hear another Driving Miss Daisy joke coming from Tommy he wasn't sure what he was capable of doing

• and the fact you did everything to help him caused him a mix of feelings: on one hand, he was thankful even if it didn't seem, but on the other hand, he felt deeply ashamed of depending on people to do regular things, so even if he wasn't proud of it, he still snapped sometimes

• he ignored when you asked him if he needed help changing clothes or maybe washing his own back during the shower, but he never seemed willing to do so

• it just pained you to see Joel struggling with regular things such as cutting up his own meat during lunch, you didn't like seeing him so helpless and not only that, he also had to keep taking painkillers

• but at the same time, you were running out of patience because you were only trying to help and Joel was being even kinda rude to you, you were feeling so angry so you snapped at him, also you weren't proud of it, but you felt like you reached your limit

"Darlin' I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, I'm just embarrassed about being so useless all the time"

"I'm tired Joel, I don't like seeing in pain and struggling, if I try helping you it's because I love you!"

"I know babe, I really do, I'm sorry, I will try to be a better patient for you, I suck"

"yeah, you suck Joel, but just don't be so rude okay? All I want is to see you alright"

• you placed your arms around his neck and felt how his hand slid down your back and rested on your waist, he smiled shyly at you and nodded, he couldn't resist you and he was acting like a dick, when in reality he should be worshipping you

"you're right, baby girl. I'll be better for you"

• he leaned in and kissed your lips, he wanted to feel you closer, you were the best thing that had ever happened to him and he wasn't going to give you up for a small thing like that

• for once, Joel had to learn it was alright for him to be taken care of instead of having to take everyone under his wing

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dyns33 · 4 months ago

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Only Wastelands part 5

So here last part of my first Cooper Howard series ! I hope you guys liked it.

Tag : @one-of-thewalkingdead @coolrobloxkid28 @thebumbqueen @rachmari @ilyvia @justme12200 @honeybunhottie @savanahc @gobbodoggo @bisasterbisexual @killingboredom @bonafideyapper @i-simp-for-mha-men @pixelatedprofilepic @ultimatreality @chattersstuff @harmfulb1tch @hellolettuce444 @miketastic25 @darkangel4121 @avidreadee123 @kaitttttttt @nullx1ety @foggyturtleknightangel (theyre you gooo)

If they had learned one thing about each other during their time together, it was that Cooper and Y/N were both stubborn fuckers.

As he held her tightly with his rope, chewing the inside of his mouth as he waited for her to speak, she stared at him with a hateful look, refusing to open the ball.

Of course, her first reaction had been to try to flee. An instinctive survival reaction, as stupid as it was useless, because he was a pro with his lasso. Y/N had no chance of escaping, especially since he could easily knock her down or shoot her before she could free herself.

So there they were, staring at each other in silence, with a tension that could cut with a knife.

It may have been because they were at risk of being interrupted by raiders, radroaches, or Lucy who might wonder where they were, but the Ghoul ended up sighing and grimacing.

"What do you want then ?"

"… What do you mean ?"

"You must want something, to show up after three fucking years with my daughter, sweetheart. You probably knew that I would shoot between your two pretty eyes the moment I would see you in thanks for leaving me behind, so you needed a little sugar in your bitter request. Spit it out."

It was Y/N's turn to grimace, not understanding the situation.

Cooper Howard was angry. Cooper Howard claimed that she wanted something, and that she was the one who had left him three years ago, giving him the right him to be furious with her.

It made no sense.

"Don't kid me !" she exclaimed, making him jump slightly. "You're the one who left me !"

"Sorry, sweetie, but I was there, I know…"

"Oh, no, no good excuses. I heard you very well with your new friends at the bar ! I'm not totally stupid even if I come out of a vault, I know when I'm not wanted anymore, you were very clear ! So the little doggie left you alone ! I never wanted to see you again, but I met my replacement, then I found Janey, and I couldn't leave her, so… Let me go now ! I don't want anything, let me go !"

Y/N started to move again to try to remove the lasso, and this time Cooper didn't move to stop her. This made her react, and instead of finishing freeing herself to run as far as possible, she turned her attention back to him.

The hatred seemed to have disappeared. He was looking at her now with something akin to pain.

"… You heard that ?" he whispered.

"Yeah ! So stop whining, cowboy, you're not the victim !"

"… Looks like we're both victims of my talent."

"… What ?"

As much as he hated being reminded of it, Cooper Howard had been an actor. A damn good one, no matter what the critics might have said.

He hadn't lied to Don Pedro's men when they started threatening him, willing to torture him for days just for the fun of it. Coop didn't care at all. To him, he was long dead, it made no difference.

Then they talked about doing the same to Y/N. The little vaultie who had been hanging out with him for a while. They had seen them together, the Ghoul seemed to care about her, it would be fun to tie her to a chair so he could watch them do whatever they wanted to her.

So Cooper had put on his best actor's mask, saying that they were wrong. Y/N was nothing to him. They could waste their time looking for her if they wanted, or they could do like him and enjoy a good drink.

It was proof that she was worthless, right ? That the Ghoul was at the bar sipping a whiskey instead of looking for her, while she was at risk of getting killed in the wasteland.

The truth was that Cooper had taken a bad bullet in the leg and despite his efforts, he had been unable to lose Don Pedro's men. It was too risky to look for Y/N in these conditions.

So he had tried to buy time, for her as well as for him, even if he didn't know if they would make it.

"In the end, they put me in a coffin and buried me alive."

"Coop…"

"The first few months, I waited. I told myself that you were waiting for the right moment to come and help me, hidden somewhere. They would end up guarding my hole with less seriousness. Then I thought that you had had a problem. I didn't like thinking about that, sugar. I didn't like what it could mean. And then, there was the third option, presented by Don Pedro the last time he took me out to play. He said that you had been seen nearby. And I said to myself, he's kidding, because if my Y/N was alive, she would have come. Right ? She would have come, she would have tried to free me. So I didn't believe him. I didn't want to believe him."

Keeping this certainty, the Ghoul had taken the road to find the witch Moldaver without trying to find information on Y/N. Either she was dead, and the last bit of his humanity would have died with her after he lost Janey, or she had abandoned him, and the result would be the same, if not worse.

"But actually… You didn't know, sweetie. You didn't know about the coffin, and you thought I was a heartless asshole who had made fun of you. I'm still a little disappointed, you could have understood that I wasn't serious."

Three years. They had wasted three years, him in a hole, and her wandering the wastelands, hating each other, as much as they missed each other, because Cooper was a good liar who didn't talk enough, and Y/N was a nervous vaultie who needed to be talked to.

"… Shit. Cooper, shit, I'm sorry."

"Nah, sweetheart. You would have come if you had known, even after hearing me. Just to kick my ass, I guess. And you brought me back my little cowpoke, when you didn't want to see me anymore."

"I would never have left her. I wouldn't have left you…"

"I know." he sighed, lowering his head. "The Mohave sun must have burned a few of our neurons, huh ?"

Y/N imitated him, ashamed. If she had arrived earlier, maybe Cooper would have seen her, he would have made a sign to let her know he was going to try something, and they would have found each other.

And if she had stayed despite the pain, she would have seen him being tortured and put in the ground, and she could have done something.

But the "what ifs" were easy. It was too late now, she hadn't trusted him despite everything he had done for her.

Still tied up, she was able to pull the picture out of her bag, biting her lip to keep from sobbing like a child.

"… You want me to give this back ?"

"… You kept it? All this time ?"

"Sure. It's stupid, I was hoping you'd come back for it eventually, like you said you would. Then I could have kicked your ass. And… It reminded me of the good times."

"Hmm. I'll take it back, yeah. You won't need it anymore."

She was about to throw it at him, or set it on the ground so he could take it later, but with a quick movement, Cooper pulled the lasso, quickly pulling her towards him.

With intense eyes, he took the picture from her hands, stared at it for a moment, before putting it in her pocket.

"Here. Where it belongs."

"The sun really fried your brain then."

"Nah, sweetie, I feel perfectly fine."

"You just said I wouldn't need it anymore."

"I don't plan on losing you again, so you don't need it anymore, no."

Stubborn, but mostly stupid, they started looking at each other in silence again, but the tension was different this time. Y/N could feel her heart beating in her chest, and judging by the Ghoul's breathing, Cooper's couldn't be any better.

However, when she took the risk of approaching her mouth, he recoiled.

"… Radiation, sugar."

"I have radaway."

"Vicious." he purred with a smirk.

"Idiot. And I thought you were the romantic type, you have to ruin this moment that I…"

The last time Y/N had kissed someone, she was still in school. The bombs hadn't exploded, there were birds in the sky, and she was far too young to know if it really mattered.

She clung to Cooper like her life depended on it, like each kiss was a breath of fresh air that she had been missing for over three years. His hat fell off, but he didn't seem to mind, too busy devouring her mouth.

"Daddy's in love ! Daddy and Y/N are in love !"

The little voice surprised Y/N, while the Ghoul placed one last kiss on her cheek before sighing, keeping her in his arms as he turned to Janey, beaming with a smile, who was jumping up and down as she watched them.

A bit further away, they could see Lucy circling the building, probably looking for the little girl she had lost. One would have thought that she was not a good babysitter, but in fact it was the kid who was good at escaping the vigilance of adults.

A good thing for Lucy, otherwise her father could have killed her for that, making her regret having entrusted her while he caught up with Y/N.

Still with one arm on her waist, Cooper indicated for Janey to come towards them, lifting her with the other.

"It's late, my sweet Cowgirl, time for you to sleep so you have enough energy to wear out young MacLean tomorrow."

"Yeah !"

They could have said goodbye to Lucy the next day. After all, Cooper's priorities were Janey and Y/N now. Revenge was still tempting, finding Barbara, making VaultTech pay for their crimes, but it didn't matter as much anymore.

However, he had promised the vaultie that they would find her father, and if possible her boyfriend Maximus.

And as his daughter and Y/N reminded him with a mischievous smile, cowboys always kept their word. The Ghoul rolled his eyes and growled, but since he couldn't really say no to them, or only by shouting 'no' while knowing that they would follow them anyway, the team set off again towards the main bucker.

Then when it was all over, they would find a quiet little spot, in the middle of the wasteland, far from all this bullshit, taking things as they came.

#fallout #the ghoul #cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard imagine #cooper howard fanfiction

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obsessedwithpedritoofc · 1 year ago

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Kɪʟʟ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ (Fʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ Mᴏʀᴀʟᴇs)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Frankie Morales × Male/GN Reader.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 2,5 k.

��𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: It was a night like any other, except for the fact that it was pretty late and your husband wasn't home yet. When he finally arrived, he didn't do it like you expected.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: established relationship, mentions of blood, mentions of death, slight angst, reader taking care of frankie bc hes a sweetheart, teeth rotting fluff, no physical descriptions of reader, no use of Y/N. (lmk if i missed any).

𝔸/ℕ: hey yall, this is the first thing that im writing for this blog, which im gonna dedicate to pedro pascal fully. i wanted to start with frankie bc i love him sm, he has a special place in my heart and it just felt like the right thing. enjoy <3

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The wind howled inside the room by the open window on the side of your bedroom. It was one of those nights where you weren't able to sleep, concerned about your husband not coming home yet. You woldn't usually be so worried, but it was already a couple of hours past midnight, and he never took that much time coming back home. You had spent all that time trying to convince yourself that he was okay, that he was probably just having one of his boy nights or days out with his friends. But then again, if that was the case, he would have given you a heads up —texted you—, but he didn't. Now that you think about it, he didn't even say where he was going when he said goodbye to you that morning.

Now you were even more concerned. Where the hell was he? Why hadn't he said anything to you? Why wasn't he home? All those questions were running side to side in your head, and they wouldn't let you sleep.

At least not until you heard the door opening and closing, followed by the clanking of the keys on a table.

You got up from the bed as fast as you could, running to the door with a glimpse of hope and relief blooming inside your chest. All the concern and fear you had just a minute ago had all gone away, knowing that Frankie was home safe.

"Frankie?", you whispered into the darkness of the corridor. In response, your husband gave you a soft gasp. "Frankie, baby, are you okay?", you moved closer to him, still not able to see anything in the lack of light.

"Hey, honey", he finally spoke. You could feel how his voice was unsteady. As your concern started to rise again, you moved in closer with your arm extended out to grab him. "No, don't come near me, babe. I'm...", he stopped talking.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?", you asked, stepping away like he told you to.

"Just don't get close right now, 'kay? I'm not clean".

"What do you mean you're not clean?"

"I mean... I'm... I've got...".

Since he didn't seem willing to tell you what was going on, you just interrupted him and turned the corridor lights on. It was then that you saw him covered in red and brown. Blood and dirt were spread all over his clothes, barely letting the denim jacket and the gray t-shirt underneath be seen. The anger that was flowing through your veins just seconds ago moved away to make way for fear to come back. You watched in horror how the man in front of you looked at you with eyes full of sorrow and regret. His hands were trembling, blood dried up on the tip of his fingers, where it had dripped. The hair under his cap —which was also covered in dirt and blood— was drenched in what looked like a mix of blood and sweat, as well as disheveled, more than it usually was.

Your own hands got up to touch his face. His eyes fluttered close when you graced your fingers over his cheekbones, stroking his skin lightly. Frankie let out a shaky sigh, your touch making his heart rate calm down a little bit. One of his hands went up to grab yours and he entwined the fingers of both of you.

"Tell me this is not your blood", you said slowly. Frankie was only able to shake his head no. "Oh, thank God", you moved your hand away from his face and got closer to him, wraping your arms around his torso in a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're okay, honey", you pressed your cheek flush against his chest. He responded hugging you just as tight, his chin resting on your head.

"I'm sorry", he whispered. His hands squeezed you as forcefull as his fingers permitted. Something liquid fell on your hair from his chin, followed by a soft whimper out of Frankie's mouth. You held him tighter, too. "I should've told you", he cried.

"Told me what, Frankie?", you caressed his back in a reassuring motion.

"That I was goin' out again", another sob came from his lips. "That I was goin' on another mission".

You suddenly understood the situation. That is why Frankie hadn't come home earlier. That is why he didn't tell you anything about where was he going. Because he was going out on a mission once again, and he didn't want you to worry. Maybe he thought you would argue with him about it, not let him go, and he didn't want you to be mad at him, nor wanted to be mad at you. Whatever it was why he didn't want you to know, though, didn't matter anymore.

"It's okay, love. I got you now, you're here with me, you're safe".

You held him as he cried, talked him through it, told him he was going to be fine. He just nodded every time you reminded him that nothing bad was going to happen to him, or to you, and that you would stay with him no matter what.

As the night went by, Frankie's sobs calmed down until getting to a halt. His breath became steady, just as his heartbeats. The tears pouring out of his eyes down onto your head stopped soaking your hair, and the ones that had fallen over it had already dried up. You then moved away from the hug, grabbing your husband's hand.

"How does a shower sound, hm?", you looked up at him. "You must be exhausted, and you're gonna need to get out of those clothes and all that dirt if you wanna get into bed without leaving an ugly stain", you chuckled, trying to cheer him up. He could see what you wanted to do, and gave you a smile followed by a soft breathed-out giggle.

"Yeah... Yeah, I should shower", he squeezed your hand.

"Good. I'll help you. You did leave a stain on me after that hug", you looked down at yourself, your pajamas now dirty with red and brown, just like Frankie's clothes. He smiled again, mumbling an apology before you led him to the bathroom.

You took your clothes off first, then helped Frankie out of his. As you slowly removed his denim jacket, you uncovered some cuts on his forearms. The t-shirt was also broken in the back because of more scratches that went up his shoulders as well. His legs were less hurt though, which gave you some relief. Still, when his feet were left unclothed, you saw some blisters on the heels, and his nails were broken and bloodied. Frankie took your hand when he saw your face full of concern. He helped you stand up so you could look at him and gave you the sweetest smile he could pull up. You smiled back, trying to focus on making him feel better and forget about whatever happened at that mission he had gone out on.

You stepped into the shower right after him. You turned on the faucet and waited for the water to be warm enough. Then, you turned to look at Frankie, telling him to get in front of you. He turned around so you were facing his back. You watched as the water doplets ran along his curls, his torso and down his legs. Once he was completely wet, you turned the faucet off and started rubbing the soap all over his body. You massaged the points you found more tense and stroked his wounds gently. He would let out a pained whimper when one of them hurt, and you immediatly whispered a quick apology and moved onto the next cut.

When you finally reached his hair, you buried your fingers on the soft, chocolate curls of your husband and massaged his scalp softly. His lips parted as he let a pleased and relaxed sigh escape from between them. His hands had stopped trembling and now laid by the sides of his body. You kept scrubing the shampoo at his scalp until it was covered in bubbles, and then moved down to grab his hands. He turned around to look at you as you rubbed the blood away from his fingers, staring into his deep brown eyes. His lips showed you a small, brief smile when your fingers entwined with his. He left you facing his back once more and turned the faucet on again. You helped him get rid of all the soap.

"Thank you", he said, so low that you barely heard him.

"Of course, pretty boy", you hugged him from behind, leaving small pecks at the back of his neck. He brought one of your hands to his lips and kissed it multiple times. Your smile came back to your lips at his gesture. "You might want to eat something before we go to bed", you turned off the faucet.

"Yeah, maybe I should. I'm kinda starvin' ", he chuckled. You were happy to see him less scared and traumatized than he was when he first arrived home.

You both got out of the shower and helped each other dry up. You put all your dirty clothes in the washing machine, setting a mental reminder to put it to work next morning. You followed Frankie into your shared bedroom as he picked clean clothes from the wardrobe for the both of you. Once you were dressed, you walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out a plate of leftovers from your own dinner so Frankie could have some. He just sat down on the kitchen table as he watched you do it all. He thought back to everything that had happened that day. He had murdered people again, something that he had promised himself not to do again and that he wasn't proud of doing, but something that had to be done and would save millions of lives, including yours.

He'd give anything to have you taking care of him like this again, he thought that morning he went on that mission. Even if it meant killing, torturing and hurting people, like it all had. And so, there you were, taking care of the poor, traumatized Frankie that had gone back home to you just to have you like this again. He thought that, after all, if he had protected you and saved your life, he didn't care of what he had done that day. He let all the bad thoughts drift away as the thought of you being safe and in his arms that night was all that got to occupy his mind.

He got up from his chair and hugged you from behind as you were setting his dinner on a plate. You giggled, stopping for a moment to place your hands over his. Frankie kissed the side of your head once you got back to his plate. When you were done, he grabbed it mumbling a little "thank you" and placed it on the kitchen table, where you two sat at.

You watched silently as your husband ate the food as fast as his movements allowed him, without a single break to breathe. You heard him moan every time he put a piece of a different meal into his mouth, enjoying the flavor of each one of them after not having eaten for the entire day. After a couple of short minutes, there was no food left on his plate. He looked at you and realised the way you were observing him. He put on an innocent look on his eyes and gave you a little smile as an apology.

"You were starving", you placed the plate in the sink, then grab Frankie's hand. "We should go to sleep now".

He let you lead him into the bedroom. You helped him inside the sheets when you saw his legs trembling at the sting of his wounds. You sat next to him once he was laying down under the sheets. He looked at you with hooded eyes, still feeling sorry for how useless he had been that night. You just held his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, as if to remind him that he wasn't useless, and that you liked to take care of him.

"I'm sorry", he said once again.

"Stop it, Frankie. Don't be sorry", you laid next to him, facing him and staring into his eyes. "Look, I don't know where you went today, or what you did. But what I do know is that, whatever it was, it was for good, even if you don't feel good about it. And I also do know that you're okay, here, with me tonight, and no one can hurt you as long as I'm with you", you cupped his face with both of your hands. "And no one will hurt me as long as you stay with me, got it?", he nodded. "Then I'll take it you'll stay with me, right?". He grabbed your face in a gentle, yet firm grasp. His brown orbs stared deep into your soul.

"I'm gonna stay with you. Forever. I'm gonna protect you with everythin' I have, even if it means I gotta kill every single human bein' on this Earth. No one is ever gonna hurt you as long as I'm here", he promised.

He then pulled you in for the most tender, loving, sweetest kiss he had ever given you. It was a kiss where he showed you all the things he felt for you, where he told you how much he loved you without needing words. It made you realise how much his promise meant and how serious he was about it. Of course you knew he would kill for you, that was his job after all. You just hoped he didn't have to put himself in danger again, and that he would just stay with you for as long as life allowed you to be together.

"Can I be the little spoon tonight?", he asked, taking you out of your thoughts. You looked at him with eyes full of love as he smiled shyly.

"Get over here, baby".

And so, you held him tight until the both of you fell asleep. Frankie had no nightmares that night, the complete opposite of what he thought would happen. He expected to not be able to close his eyes for the entire night, but that didn't happen. He just focused on listening to your breathing and feeling your heartbeat on his back. That all was enough for you to help him have his very hoped dreamless night. He rested just like he needed, and he slept right through the night. After all, he now knew that he was in your arms, and you were right there with him, so nothing bad would happen to any of you.

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pedriswife · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ☆ 𝐏𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐳

《In which Pedri and the reader have been in a relationship for a while but its not as perfect as it seems.》

TW⚠️: mentions of cheating, swearing, mentions of heavy drinking and reckless behaviour, smut

~ the third and last part of the other woman series. Thank you guys for the love I have received on these imagines and hopefully you will like this and the next fics that will come in the future 🫶🏼💖

Since Gavi's phonecall, you didn't waste any time and rushed to get your shoes and coat on, running around your friend's apartment, trying to find your car keys. Once you were ready, you jumped in your car and made your way to where Gavi was staying.

Meanwhile, Gavi and Ferran were trying their hardest to get Pedri to look somewhat decent even though it proved harder than it looked; he was still a bit hungover, obvious in his slurred speech, eye bags visible from miles away.

"I fucking miss her man, how could I fuck up so badly, what is wrong with me" Pedri mumbled from the couch, "I love her so much and she's gone".

"Tio, you're saying all this to me as if I'm y/n. Shut the fuck up, get ready and you can tell her this when she comes here in 10 MINUTES!" Gavi yelled, having lost his patience with Pedri's bullshit.

Gavi's outburst however, had a sobering effect on Pedri who finally stood up and sat back down again from shock.

"You mean she's coming HERE? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER" the boy started scrambling to pick up his dirty clothes from the floor and checked himself out in the nearby mirror.

"Man, I look like SHIT, Ferran help me with the hair!" - Pedri was finally involved with the misson on hand: to win his girlfriend back.

Suddenly, the 3 boys heard a knock on the door. Pedri smoothed himself out and sighed. "Let's do this" - he said.

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Gavi welcomed you into his flat, giving you a hug and a hello. Ferran did the same. As you turned round to enter the living room, you saw Pedri in the doorway. Immediately, you noticed the impact of your absence on him and felt a tinge of pity and guilt in your heart.

"We'll leave you guys to it" said Gavi as him and Ferran put their coats on, the latter grabbing his bag and car keys as well - "I'll stay over with Ferran, so you can have the flat to yourself" he finished off.

Pedri nodded and glanced at you. You, on the other hand, bid your goodbyes and stared down at the floor, unsure of what to do next. As you gathered your thoughts, Pedri started talking.

"Look y/n, I just need to say this one thing before anything. I realise that what I have done is wrong, I fucked up. I made you look like a fool and you definitely did not deserve that. I took advantage of your love and kindness and I would understand if you never wanted to see me again." - he whispered, coming down on his knees in front of you, literally begging - "but if you're willing to give this another go, I promise you, I'll spend the rest of my life making my mistakes up to you, proving that I'm worthy of your love" - when he finished, he had tears streaming down his cheeks and was looking up at you expectantly.

You knelt down to his level, flickering your gaze from his eyes to his lips. In the end, you let your actions be the response to his request; you kissed him passionately, to which he replied almost immediately due to his initial surprise. "Let's give this another go Pedro, I still love you and I'm willing to look past this and give ourselves a new start" - you said.

In response, Pedri kissed you this time and soon enough his tounge made its way into your mouth, an intrusion which you accepted. You moved backwards, towards the couch that Pedri was previously sat on, and pulled him even closer to you.

You slowly removed your coat just as Pedri started gently placing kisses on your neck, then up to your jaw, lips and back to your neck again. You let out a quiet moan when his lips made contact with the sweet spot under your ear. The action made him smirk against your skin; he loved it when he could turn you to jelly just by one motion.

"Are we about to fuck on Gavi's couch?" You interrupted the moment between you, making Pedri burst out laughing.

"I guess we are if you want to. But we're not fucking, I'm gonna make love to you. There's a big difference" he replied, with a hesitant smile on his face.

You smiled back at him, and wrapped one leg around his waist, pulling him back down to you. "Yeah I want to. Show me what you've got Gonzalez" you said, cheeky expression drawn on your face.

Pedri didn't waste any more time; he took the challenge very seriously. He attacked your neck once again, leaving marks that you are probably going to have to cover up the next morning. His hands travelled down, his fingers hooking around the loops of your jeans, as if asking for permission. You nodded, and Pedri slid the garment off your body. You returned the favour, taking off his shirt and joggers, taking in the view of his toned muscles and, of course, his abs.

This didn't go unnoticed by Pedri "like what you see?" He asked as if he didn't already know the answer to that.

You shook your head in agreement and roamed your hands around his torso. Pedri took this as a sign to continue; his fingers ghosted over your core, watching you respond to his teasing touches. Your breath hitched when he started moving his fingers in circular motions.

Having had enough of teasing you, he removed your panties and finally entered two of his fingers inside of you, slowly pulling them in and out, your body contorting, seeking more pleasure from him. He curled them up, steadily hitting your g-spot, your moans getting louder by the second.

"Pedro.. I wan- want you please" you gasped out, already nearing your high just from mere touching.

"But you already have me" he replied slowing down his movement just to speed them up again, enjoying how your body responded to his touch.

"I need you inside of me please" you begged, wanting to feel him fill you up, to feel complete. Your hand trailed down to the waistband of his boxers, pulling the piece of clothing down, revealing his already hard cock, leaking precum.

Pedri finally got the memo, and gave you a sweet kiss as he entered you. The feeling of fullness overcame you and you gasped, his mouth immediately swallowing any sound you made. He stayed still for a while,and then slowly started to rock his hips forward, the movement making the two of you moan simultaneously.

Your nails trailed down his back, grabbing onto his shoulders for extra support as his hips snapped forward, the sound of skin slapping, your moans and Pedri's soft grunts heard throughout the room.

You were nearing closer and felt a wave of pleasure wash over you as Pedri continued to thrust into you, trying to reaching his own high. A few seconds later, he stilled as he emptied himself out into you, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. You stayed still, slowing down your breaths, legs still tangled up.

Despite your protests, Pedri got up and went to the bathroom, reaching for a cloth to wipe you down with as you were still coming back to yourself after your orgasm. When he finished, he got the bath running and picked you up, deciding that a relaxing bath is what you two needed at that moment.

Nothing was said but the atmosphere was clear; you were going to try again with your relationship, and Pedri was going to make sure that you always got the love that you deserved.

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A/N: the long awaited part 3, a happy ending since that is what the majority of my inbox consisted of😭I hope you like it guys. More fics coming up but feel free to request anything 🫶🏼

¡and remember guys, don't forgive your cheating partners unless it's Pedri😭¡

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pascaloverx · 8 months ago

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Rewrite The Stars

Chapter Fifteen — Season Two

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

Notes:

In this chapter, we have an extra character called Enzo, whom I'd like you to imagine as the actor Enzo Vogrincic. And for those who enjoy the fanfic, I appreciate if you reblog or like. To the readers who supported a new season of this fanfic, my heartfelt thanks. I will be writing more chapters like this one or even shorter, as long as you continue to engage and enjoy what I'm writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

warning chapter sixteen

It's been a month since the official start of your relationship with Pedro Pascal. Until then, unfortunately, you had few moments together. At the moment your relationship is being a little more virtual than you would like. But you can't complain. Dating a celebrity is a challenge that you are very willing to take on.

"Mom, I need to talk to Pedro now. You can very well open the door." You say, trying to connect your cell phone to the internet at your mother's house. She decided to pick some apples to make a pie to welcome Enzo here at her house. You came to visit her this weekend after she practically accused you of abandonment.

"My daughter, your boyfriend can wait. Open the door quickly before I go crazy." Your mother shouts from outside. You take a deep breath and decide to put down your cell phone for a moment.

"Did I arrive at a bad time?" Enzo asks, entering his mother's house with a bouquet of flowers. He hands it to your lap and you hug him.

"Who are the flowers for?" You ask without even answering Enzo's question, who smiles pointing at your mother. You lightly hit his arm.

"Enzo, are you flirting with my mom?" You say as you put the flowers in a flower vase and put some water on them.

"Idiot of you to assume that I only present my romantic affairs." Enzo says and you look at him judging him.

"Hey, do you know why I can't make a video call here? I tried fixing the wifi but it always fails." You tell Enzo by showing him your cell phone and he immediately manage to fix the connection issue on your phone. Moments later, you were in a video call with your boyfriend Pedro Pascal. Or what you thought was him. Since he was all dressed up, looking like a cowboy, wearing a hat and all.

"Darling, did I catch you at a bad time? You seem all dressed up to reprise your Kingsman character. Agent Whiskey, right? By the way, you're a sight for sore eyes." You say, laughing a bit but also speaking the absolute truth. Even his mustache is perfectly groomed. Pedro lets out a hearty laugh as soon as he hears you say that, then he sits down on a couch.

"That's my surprise for you on our one-month anniversary. A bit cheesy, but I know my fans love it when I'm dressed like this." Pedro says, smiling, holding his phone in the most awkward way possible. You prop your phone against an object on your mother's table as you sit in a chair nearby. Unfortunately, you came in such a hurry to your mom's place that you forgot your computer at home.

"My love, you look great. If your fans see this they'll go crazy. But how's the recording going on the set?" You ask as you watch Pedro adjust himself in the tight pants he's wearing. He finally managed to put his cell phone in a position where you can see his entire body. And to your surprise, he even has a rope attached near the belt around his waist.

"Other than the fact that I'm in London and not at home with you, everything is going well. I have great scene partners and getting around the city has been nice." He says while giving you a mischievous smile, which you understand as soon as you hear music in the background. He starts dancing to the music and you can't stop laughing. "Hey sexy lady" playing in the background of a Pascal video call wasn't in his plans but it's really fun.

"What are you doing?" You ask as the music starts to stop playing and you manage to stop laughing. Pascal sits down after breaking out some of his best dance moves.

"I was challenged to dance to this song every time it comes on set. So far it's been fun. Apparently they want me to record a TikTok to the song. I wish you were here with me, you would have so much fun." Pedro speaks and you feel as if your heart is going to explode. He really misses you and you're definitely not used to it.

"Maybe next time. Oh dear, I need to expose you to your biggest fan now." You say running towards Enzo who is helping your mother make her apple pie in the kitchen.

"Hey man, you're great with that characterization." Enzo says as soon as you show Pedro to him and Pedro smiles relaxed.

"Thank you, were you helping my mother-in-law or just visiting?" Pascal asks and his mother immediately clears her throat loudly and gives a grumble.

"Tell him that if he wants to consider me his mother-in-law, he should marry my daughter. Where have you ever seen a man break up with you, then get back together with you and abandon you?" His mother speaks loudly, to make sure Pedro hears and then she leaves the kitchen, leaving Enzo in charge of the pie.

"I'm here for the pie. And if you want my advice, when you come to see your mother-in-law, bring a gift. She won't resist." Enzo speaks to Pascal and then I left the video call to go put the pie in the oven.

"When were you going to tell me that your mother is mad at me?" Pedro says when it’s just the two of you on the video call. You let out a sigh.

"My love, when has my mother not been angry with me and you since we both started dating?" You ask and he smiles but a worried smile.

"I need to win her over. How are we going to tell her that you're going to live with me if she hates me?" You find it cute that Pascal thinks so much about your mother’s opinion regarding your relationship. You remember how funny it was when he asked if he should ask her permission to date you. You joked that he should only do that if he had a death wish. The truth is, you’re still trying to convince your mother to accept Pedro. It shouldn't be difficult because he’s kind, handsome, and funny. Most importantly, he makes you happy. But the reality is that your mother is obviously not ready to get over Enzo.

"Don't worry about that, Pascal. I'll talk to her about it when the time is right. Until then, focus on finishing your filming and coming back home. I miss you." You say, and soon after, you hear someone calling for Pascal. It feels like your conversation was far too short.

"Love, I have to go. But I promise to call again when I have some free time. I love you." And with that, he ends the video call as if he didn't just say he loves you for the first time. You smile, feeling all flustered, and start humming as you walk around your mom's house, thrilled that Pedro Pascal loves you.

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lionlena · 1 year ago

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Headcanon: How will they react if you tell them about CDD? (Pedro Pascal characters) 👰💔😱🤕

I accidentally found a website about CDD (Christian Domestic Discipline) and I read a few fragments of articles by a certain moron. And I don't know what scared me more. Lack of basic respect and love for wife. Spanking is a form of punishment to correct the wife's behavior. Or the fact that the wife is always supposed to be willing and obey commands like "kneel" and willingly take his cock in her mouth... 🤢 🤮 I just felt sick (like someone punched me in the stomach) and I needed some therapy, so I went to my "Pedro's boys' comfort zone".

Joel Miller:

Joel is shaking with anger. He clenches his jaw and fists. It's not just about you, but also about Sarah. His blood boils at the thought that his beloved daughter's future husband could be such an idiot as this Christians perverts. Joel feels like breaking something. He'd break that dick's hands if he even tried to touch his daughter.

Then he looks at you in shock and asks, almost pleadingly, "Tell me you don't believe this nonsense? That you would never want me to treat you this way... I'm your husband, not some fucking medieval pastor!"

So of course you assure him that you would never want that. You like the fact that Joel is sometimes dominant, that he is decisive, but... At the same time, you know that you can do what you want. Joel would never take away your right to be yourself.

Joel confirms all this. You are his Princess. He knows he's grumpy sometimes. He doesn't like it when you do something he thinks is unwise, but he would never dare punish you for it.

He has great respect for you. You are the woman who takes care of him, the house, and the children. And if you feel like having a little fun sometimes... If you don't make him dinner, or you oppose him, Joel will accept it with humility. He will wait it out because he knows that in the end, you will always be a married couple full of love and mutual respect.

Javier Peña:

Javier thinks you're joking at first. You must be joking, right? These are some erotic fantasies, not the truth...

When he realizes that some men actually see their wives this way, he is disgusted.

He always respected women, even those he paid for sex. He wouldn't force any of them to do anything.

Would he be able to force you, his beloved wife, to do anything?

He knows perfectly well that he is not a saint. He has many "sins" on his conscience. How the hell would he be the one to correct your behavior? Who would give him the right to do that?

He sees spanking only as a form of short play during sex (with mutual consent).

But as a punishment? Hell no!

He would never stand up to you. He treats you as an equal... In fact, he even thinks that he is the second in the marriage. He often thinks that he doesn't deserve you. He doesn't deserve your patience and care.

And if you get angry at him if you oppose him... You're probably right.

To him, these "Christians" treat their wives like slaves. He is disgusted by them.

And as for kneeling... He's the one who will kneel in front of you and make you scream with pleasure with his mouth.

Marcus Pike:

Marcus gets angry and raises his voice saying, "What fucking nonsense?! How can these morons treat their wives like this?! Don't they even have one brain cell?!"

You're really surprised by his outburst of anger, which obviously isn't directed at you, but it's still surprising that your sweet and calm husband could get so angry.

But that's because for Marcus, marriage is sacred, but not in a religious way... You are his wife, the woman who fixed his broken heart.

You gave yourself completely to him, not because he forced you to do it... He would rather shoot himself in the head than force any woman to do anything.

You gave yourself to him because you wanted it because you found him worthy.

That's why Marcus is ready to kiss the ground you walk on.

You are his calm, warm, and safe place. Your kisses calm him down.

So Marcus can't imagine himself raising a hand against you. Punish you? Treat you like a child or someone less than him? He can't imagine how he could take away your right to decide about yourself.

He's seen a lot of horrible things in his job, but this... It's really high on his list of disgusting things.

He can't stop thinking about these men calling themselves Christians...

Only your light kisses on his face calm him down. He also kisses you sweetly, assuring you that he will never be such a husband because you are wonderful to him. You are his soulmate.

But Marcus doesn't have to tell you that, you already know it.

Agent Whiskey:

When you tell him you found some nonsense on the Internet, Whiskey expects some funny nonsense. You always find them and you always laugh together.

He didn't expect that this "nonsense" would turn out to be some fucking bullshit that made him feel sick.

He feels disgusted, irritated, and angry at these men who call themselves Christians and do something that, in his opinion, has nothing to do with Christian love.

Sure, he likes to spank you, he likes to mark your ass. He's a territorial guy, but... For God's sake, you're his Sugar, his wonderful wife. He never spanks you without your explicit permission, and of course, he doesn't do it to punish you. He doesn't treat you like his property.

Jack loves you like he thinks any decent man should love his wife. You are his queen. He will never force you to do anything. In fact, your simple "no" would be enough to immediately remind him where the boundaries are.

He wants your marriage to be full of love, comfort, mutual understanding, and trust. He hugs you protectively and says:

"I never want to treat you like this and take advantage of you. I want us to be equals, lovers, best friends, and partners. But these men practicing Christian domestic discipline do not love their wives, they want control and domination over their wives. And the Bible quotes they use are probably taken out of context just to justify their own pathetic actions.”

Then he showers you with kisses and spoils you even more than usual throughout the day. This is the only way he can get rid of the thought that men who don't know manners have the nerve to walk around the ground his Sugar walks on.

Javi G:

If you want to give Javi a mental breakdown, then go ahead... But in general, yes, you will cause him to have a mental breakdown if you tell him about it. (So think carefully about it.)

The poor puppy will take a year to recover.

At first, Javi won't understand at all what you're telling him. "Is this a script from some crazy movie? Really distasteful."

When he realizes it's true, he still won't understand it.

Obedience? Duties? Humility?

Since you became his wife, Javi's only goal is to make you enjoy life, not fulfill some marital obligations.

You, according to him, have no obligations. Unless you consider laughing as an obligation. Because that's all Javi wants: to hear you laugh.

And raise a hand to you?! Javi wouldn't even do that in erotic play. He just can't. Just the thought of him intentionally hurting you brings tears to his eyes.

Once he accidentally hit you with the door when, as usual, he was leaving the room too vigorously and you were just about to go inside. Nothing serious happened to you. He punched you in the shoulder.

When he saw your red skin, he panicked. He kissed your shoulder and apologized over and over again. He felt like a husband abusing his wife. He even begged you not to divorce him.

It was downright funny for you. How could you divorce him for such a reason?

You calmly assured him that you were fine. But he still insisted on calling a doctor, who, of course, said there was nothing wrong with you and recommended applying a cold compress.

Javi, of course, obediently followed the doctor's orders.

And in the evening he would cuddle you on the couch while watching "Paddington 2" with you. But for the first time, while he watching this movie, he wasn't paying attention to the screen. Instead, he would glance at you, at your shoulder, and every now and then he would place a sweet, gentle kiss on your shoulder.

Oberyn:

Oberyn is shocked and disgusted when you tell him about the existence of a new sect in Westeros that practices domestic discipline.

Dorne is a land of great respect for women. In Dorne, from the very beginning, the oldest child sits on the throne, regardless of gender. Subjects respect princesses as much as they respect princes. According to the Dornish people, the dick between the legs doesn't matter when it comes to ruling.

Dorne is also the land of love. Even children here rarely get spanked. Most of the time, their parents let them run happily in the Dornish sun and splash in the fountains.

That's why what you say is a shock to him.

Would he treat you, his wife, this way? You are his Queen.

Yes, he is the Prince of Dorne, head of House Martell, but he has nothing against your desire to rule or dominate. And he's not going to correct your behavior. That's not what he is for.

Besides, why would he waste his time on something so nonsensical when he can spend his time making love to you?

Oberyn believes that he is created to satisfy your desires. To carry you in his arms and be your shield and spear if necessary.

He doesn't have to force you to do anything either. He is persuasive enough for you to always agree with him. What if you didn't agree?

He will respect that. He is a man of honor and will tell you:

“This is what the love of my life deserves… Always being there for her, always supporting her, always protecting her… My love… I can't always be in charge… I'm glad you feel comfortable enough around me to express your thoughts out loud. Because we are not just husband and wife. We are also friends and equal partners united by love.”

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