#sub!pedropascal

[midorisplash]

POV: Your Friends Hot Dad.

Pairing: Sub!Pedro Pascal x Dom!Reader

Summary: You’re Pedro’s daughter friend that always vists their house, just to ‘see your friend.’

Warnings: Degrading, Nipple play, Handjob, cum eating, lots of sweetie, blowjob, he comes quick. Adults.

Part 2

Word Count: 3.9K

A/n: ignore mistakes, this was straight up just horny writing I edited.

(Not my gif)

Pedro's daughter wasn’t your best friend, but you two were definitely close. Close enough that it was normal to see you at her house almost every week. But honestly, you only went to her house for one reason. Her dad.

(Friend name) opened the door to her dad's house looking at you with a half smile. “Hey, I’m already ready, I just need to go pee real quick.” She spoke speeding away. You blinked and nodded closing the door behind you as you walked in looking over to the kitchen and seeing her dad, Pedro. You smiled taking a breath before walking over and standing on the other side of his kitchen island. “Hi, Pedro.” You spoke softly resting your elbows on the counter and putting your chin in your hands. “Hi, sweetheart.” He smiled giggling a little at how you were posed bringing his coffee mug up to his lips. You smiled back staring intensely at the coffee mug watching his lips gently wrap around the rim taking a sip. You were so caught up in staring that you didn’t even notice he was still looking at you. He pulled the mug away touching his beard and mouth. “Is there something on my face?” You blinked at his words standing up straight “What? No.” You giggled shyly. He nodded bringing his hands to rest on the counter and placing the mug down. “You too are going to the mall right?” You nodded quickly. “Good, do you think you can get me something?” “Of course, anything.” You spoke cringing at how desperate you sounded. “I just want some frozen yogurt.” He grinned “I shouldn’t, I told (friend's name) I was gonna stop with sweets but I can’t stop thinking about it.” He spoke with a gentle chuckle. You nodded reaching into your back pocket and pulling out your phone “I’ll get it. How about you text me what flavor.” You spoke going to the phone app and handing him your phone with a radiant smile.

You had been thinking of a way to get his number for a while now. And finally, you got this chance. but even if you would have got it before, there was no reason for you to be texting or calling him away. You just like the thought of having it.

He glanced at the phone and then started looking around confused taping the top of his head and smiling. “My glasses.” He whispered bringing them down to his face and grabbing the phone typing his number just as your friend came out of the bathroom. “Okay! You ready?” She spoke strolling over and grabbing her purse off the couch then heading over to her dad. “Yes.” You smiled looking over at Pedro who finished typing his number sliding the phone onto the island to you and then facing his daughter. “Alright! Hug me. Be careful.” He spoke embracing her tightly making her face scrunch up. “Dad..” she whispered hugging him back weakly. He giggled almost picking her up then looked over at you opening his arm for you to join the hug. Your eyes light up heading over quickly and wrapping your arms around him as he embraced you both. “love you two. Text me when you get there okay sweetie?” He spoke pulling away and then looking at you. "You too" he spoke winking at you quickly. “Okay get out.” He said turning around and walking toward his couch. His daughter playfully rolled her eyes looking at you. “Let’s go.”

You spent the whole day at the mall and the only thing you could think about was Pedro, how he hugged you, he even said he loved you. Of course, he was just being kind since you are always over but it meant so much. You made sure to get his frozen yogurt texting to find out what flavor and toppings he wanted cheerfully purchasing it. As the mall trip came to an end you and (friend's name) headed to her house. Usually, you would have gone home after dropping her off but tonight, you just didn’t wanna leave. You wanted to be around Pedro some more. At least one more time before the night was over. So you requested for the first time for her to ask Pedro if you could spend the night.

By the time you got home to her home, Pedro was laying on the couch already wearing his Pajama pants sitting up when he heard the door open and then quickly standing. “Hi, dad.” Your friend spoke walking to the kitchen as you walked in behind her looking over at him holding up the cup of frozen yogurt with a bright smile. His eyes widened walking over and taking it “Yes! Thank you so much, baby!” He jumped before leaning in and hugging you tightly. His daughter looked over placing her bags on the island then sighed. “I thought you said no sweets?” “Shh. I don’t wanna hear it, that’s why I asked them to get it for me.” He spoke with a pout pulling away one of his hands still resting on your shoulder. You stiffened looking down at Pedro's body slowly then quickly back to his eyes just as they meet yours. “Thank you.” He whispered squeezing your shoulder gently and walking over to the kitchen. 

You stood there a little before snapping out your brain fog and closing the front door, twisting and walking over to the kitchen to join them. “And your gonna eat it before bed?” She spoke shaking her head pulling her phone out and resting her arms on the counter. “If you want some you just have to ask, I’ll give you some.” He giggled putting down the cup and opening the lid sliding his hand down the counter and getting a spoon from the drawer below him. “Well, I might only want a nibble.” She murmured. He nodded scoping a small bite and bringing the spoon to her mouth “Open.” She blinked pulling away slightly before leaning in and taking a nibble without her mouth touching the spoon “Oh it’s good!” She hummed looking down at her phone. You watched him closely noticing the way his shirt hugged his arms. How his waist was noticeably small even through the shirt, gulping at the way his pants are so tight only around his big butt and thighs. So hooked on his body, you didn’t notice him looking at you now. “Y/n?” He spoke making you zone back in meeting his eyes. “You want some?” You nodded slowly walking over to him watching him scope some more and bring it to your lips. “Open.” You opened your mouth staring into his eyes as he put the spoon in staring back at yours his eyebrows frowning before looking away. You smiled sucking on the spoon a little as he pulled it out. “It’s good.” You beamed to yourself noticing how it looked like he got nervous from that as he looked up and smiled shyly looking back to the yogurt. “G-good! Now my turn to taste!” He smiled you watched him scoped some up and eat It, your mouth almost watered at the fact he didn’t change the spoon. He even sucked on it a little looking over at you.

You watched him closely with doe eyes before his daughter started speaking looking up from her phone. “Oh yeah, dad is it okay if y/n stays the night?” He looked at her. “I don’t see why not. I’ll cook us breakfast in the morning. It’ll be fun.” He smiled clapping. You bobbed slightly, excitedly looking at your friend. “Yes! It will be!” You spoke and then looked at Pedro. 

The night grew longer and Pedro finished his yogurt saving the smallest amount and putting it in the fridge. “You're not even gonna eat that later.” His daughter chuckled. “Then one of you can eat it.” He spoke stretching. “I’m gonna go lay down.” Pedro yawned. His daughter nodded “Yeah me too, I’ll probably go to sleep soon if that's okay.” She spoke looking at you “of course, I will too. ” You spoke looking over at Pedro “Goodnight, see you in the morning.” He looked at you and nodded “See you in the morning sweetheart.” He walked over to his daughter kissing her head before walking away towards his room. “Alright follow me..” she spoke through a yawn grabbing your hand and leading you to her bedroom.

She had changed her clothes and let you borrow some of hers slipping into her bed luckily big enough to fit you both. You got in next to her watching her turn on the tv. “Let’s watch something before bed.” She spoke. But, before you knew it you both had fallen asleep snoring, and all before you snapped awake your body suddenly remembered you weren’t in your own bed. You groaned feeling the bed for your phone finding hers and picking it up with a grunt seeing it was 5 am. “Danm.” You mumbled yawning and sitting up taking the covers off yourself and standing up slowly making sure to be careful not to wake your friends putting the covers snug on her.

You walked out of her room sleepily trying to remember the layout while heading to the bathroom when you stopped in your tracks. It’s Pedro's room. What if you just checked to see if he was awake? He did say he’d cook breakfast maybe he should start early, (friend's name.) could probably wake up soon. You looked at the door and walked over to it pressing your ear against it listening and only hearing the sound of his tv. You pulled away bringing your hand to the doorknob holding onto it and breathing out slowly before opening the door slightly peeking your head in. Pedro was just laying in his bed with a pillow between his legs watching tv intensely. You watched him opening the door some more for a better view, him somehow still not noticing you.

You gulped opening it completely and walking in his head turning toward the door and squinting. “Y-y/n?” He spoke. “Um..yeah?” You whispered gripping the door handle tightly. “Oh.. good morning sweetie.” He smiled looking back at the tv. “Good morning.” You spoke closing the door behind you and standing at the entrance awkwardly looking around his room. He watched the tv a second longer before shifting to look at you chuckling slightly “What’s up?” “Nothing.” You gulped looking down at his body. He looks so good. This is your first time being in his room and it just made you want to touch him even more. What’s the worst that could happen? He’d probably just ask you to leave. You swallow walking closer to him as he tried watching you as you sat behind him “You okay baby?” 

You nodded slowly placing your hand on his waist rubbing down to his hips and over his ass slightly pulling away with wide eyes scared at what he was gonna say. He blinked turning his upper body to you. “Why’d you do that?” He whispered. “I-I just wanted to touch you.” You uttered looking down then back up meeting his eyes. “Oh okay..” he spoke. It was silent for a moment before he started talking. “You can keep touching, give me a message while you're at it.” He chuckled facing back toward the tv. You blinked with frowned eyebrows before licking your lips and seizing your opportunity rubbing on his waist then to his back his tight shirt making your hand glide easily. You massaged over his shoulder then up his neck gently messaging his head earning a soft groan from him. You almost moaned just from that you gripping his hair slightly. “Oh…y/n?” He uttered with a raspy voice as he smiled clearing his throat. “Careful sweetie.” You nodded slowly but weren't gonna listen, you wanted to hear his groan again even if it was just a little.

You grabbed his hair again this time harder watching him suck in his bottom lip between his teeth. “Y/n..” he moaned clearing his throat again trying to turn and look at you, but you kept his head forward taking your free hand and bringing it to his ass rubbing it softly. You were doing too much now but all you could think about was how badly you had been wanting to touch him, he could always tell you to leave and of course, you would. He furrowed his eyebrows “W-we shouldn’t do this sweetheart..” He groaned trying to keep his voice sounding normal but he was failing sounding still unstable. “T-then..you shouldn’t sound like you like it?” You spoke swallowing nervously “Do you like it?” You whispered leaning in his ear tightening your grip on his hair. “Y-yes!” He whined covering his mouth just as you smacked his ass. 

You smiled brightly your nervousness fading as you let go of his hair grabbing the pillow in front of him and placing it by his head. You slowly slide your hand on his butt up to his waist then bringing it to his mouth. “Open.” He listened opening his mouth as you slide your finger in turning his head by his hair so he looked at you while gently sucking your finger. You smiled at him rubbing his head. “Good boy.” His eyebrows were knitted together his eyes were already shiny. “Do you want me to touch you, Pedro? Have you… Every thought about me touching you? Be honest.” You spoke pulling your finger out his mouth so he could speak. He caught his breath panting quietly before nodding slowly. You blinked. “R-really tell me about it.” You spoke shifting your gaze to look down his body and seeing his bulge in his PJs. “I-I think about that after I catch you staring at me. I always want you to just…come up and hug me.” He whispered looking at your face as your eyes came back up to meet his. “That’s how you think about me touching you? You’re cute Pedro, but I meant like this.” You said running your hand down his chest to the top of his PJs gently sliding your fingertips under the hem of them making his breath hitch. “You get what I’m saying now?” 

He nodded quickly. “S-sweetie i-i …I can’t do this! I haven’t done anything like this in so long.” He moaned nervously. You pouted rubbing his head. “Yes, you can. It’s okay.” You whispered. “I know you wanna do this, So tell me, Have you ever thought about me touching you, here.” You moved your hand down further into his pants cupping his bugle over his underwear. He jerked in your hand squeezing his eyes shut and then opening them. “I thought about it!” He whined out feeling your hand slowly moving up and down. “Come on Pedro. tell me about it. Then maybe I can do it for you.” You spoke softly. He nodded quickly “O-okay...I thought about you coming into my room... Kinda like how this started.” He chuckled softly “And uh you ask me if you could…make me cum, cause you love me so much. I always see the way you look at me y/n… I can’t help but think plenty of things sometimes.” He uttered softly. You giggled “And I thought I wasn’t being obvious.” You looked down at your hand in his pants. “Well, Pedro. I wanna make you cum.” You leaned down whispering in his ear. “Please, baby.” He whimpered thrusting against your hand.

You giggled pulling your hand out his pants and making him lay on his back grabbing the hem of his PJs and pulling them down so he was only in boxers. You paused a moment before flicking his hard dick. “Agh!” He groaned looking down at his bulge and then back to your eyes .“W-why?” “Sorry l couldn’t help it.” You giggled looking at his chest bringing your other hand to his nipple and flicking it. “Baby…please just start touching what matters.” He whined. You giggled “Slow down Pedro. You really haven’t been touched in a while Huh? But you're so handsome I can’t believe it.” You pouted flicking his other nipple your hand grabbing the hem of his boxers. He shook his head gulping “Y-you are the first person to touch me like this in months.” He whispered his face fading to a slightly red color. You giggled giving his nipple a harsh flick. 

He thrusted up his hand gripping the sheets beside him. You looked away from him to his boxer, pulling them down completely to reveal his precum leaking dick. You blinked tilting your head “Wow.” The way you were looking at his dick made him even more nervous and embarrassed as he brought a hand to cover his red face. You looked at him. “Put your hand down slut.” You spoke harshly and he quickly listened “I-I’m sorry sweetie.” “Good boy, I wanna see your handsome face.” He nodded looking at you with pleading eyes. “Please touch me. Please.” You smiled bringing your hand to only gently touch a finger to his tip still rubbing over his stiff nipple. “Y/n...I can’t..please..” He grunted squirming up for more friction. You chuckled “You’re so cute I just wanna mess with you a little.” You spoke. “But fine, since you said please, I’ll touch your useless cock.” His dick twitched at your words making him whimper covering his mouth but quickly bringing his hand back down. “Oh… you like that?” You whispered wrapping your hand around him fully his precum making it easy to slowly start pumping him. He nodded shyly panting under his breath. 

You abused his sensitive nipples switching between them while your other hand started working faster. “I’ll probably cum quick y/n!” You nodded pinching his tip before starting to go fast again “I know, you're not used to anybody touching your worthless dick. But I’ll touch it from now on.” “Y-yes!” He groaned his head falling to the side with his eyes closed low moans escaping his lips. Your smile radiated before moving your hand back up to his tip quickly stroking just his head as his legs twisted on top of each other. “S-sweetheart…” You hummed and kept doing that till his eyes shoot open. “Baby! I’m gonna cum!” He jerked with a low voice. “Just give me a minute..” He spoke shakily reaching to grab his stomach. You knew he wanted you to stop or at least slow down but you didn’t, keeping your pace brutal pace rubbing his tip and nipples. “Y/n... F-fuck please… slow dow-agh!...” He moaned out bringing his hand to cover his mouth just as his orgasm broke through him. His legs bent and twitched up, cum leaking out his dick down your fist and pooling at his pubic area. You watched in awe as his dick twitched in your fist. And listened to how he moaned loudly into his hand. 

He panted looking at you his cheeks red and his eyes glossy moving his hand down to rub his stomach. “Gosh, I-I’m so embarrassed.” He chuckled softly his dick starting to slowly stop twitching. “You must have been pimped up. There’s so much.” He nodded slowly “Thank you for helping me, sweetie.” You smiled at him pulling your hand off his dick and bringing it to his lips. He frowned and looked at your cum covered hand then back to you. “I’ve uh never done that before.” He whispered. “Open your mouth, Pedro.” He swallowed and nodded quickly opening his mouth and letting you slide your fingers into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around tasting his cum. You watched him closely licking your lips giving him time to clean them fully before sliding them out with a plop and slapping his face lightly. You looked back down at his dick still hard tilting your head. “It’ll uh.. go down soon.” He smiled licking his lip. “I want to taste your cum too..” You hummed. “Sit up.” He blinked but listened quickly sitting up and sitting on the edge of the bed looking at you as you got off the bed and walked in front of him. “Can you cum again? In my mouth this time?” You spoke with a smile. “I can, baby.” He nodded quickly taking his hand and wrapping it around his sensitive dick whimpering in pain.

You giggled at his scrunched-up face as he started moving his hand up and down wasting no time going quickly. You blinked and then smiled before grabbing his wrist. “Slowly first Pedro.” You spoke moving his wrist up and down slowly. He nodded “R-right.” He uttered looking down at your face, your eyes staring at him like you always like you just want to tear him apart and eat him. Looking at your face quickly turned his sensitivity to pleasure working his cock barely faster. You stuck your tongue out keeping strong eye contact. He reached out with his free hand rubbing your face with frowned eyebrows slowly putting his thumb on your tongue. You giggled raising and eyebrows starting to suck on his thumb swirling your tongue over the tip of it. “Oh, baby…” He groaned closing his eyes before opening them slightly trying to keep watching you. He wanted to hold off but he felt the knot in his stomach daring to break and he knew he couldn't much longer. “I-I need to cum again sweetie… I-I’m sorry…”

You popped off his thumb bringing your hand to hold his. “Already? Your cock is hopeless.” He nodded quickly. “You’re right! I’m sorry! Stick your tongue out, please! Fuck…” He sobbed out as you wasted no time sticking your tongue out. He let go of his dick sitting up more and pressing the head on your tongue rubbing back and forth until his orgasm started ripping through him sending a loud yelp out of him. He brought his hand to cover his mouth while you wrapped your mouth around his tip his hips thrusting up his cum further down your throat. Your eyebrows threaded together at the taste since it was your first time tasting cum, you were simply just happy it was Pedro. You let him finish his high sucking on his tip before pulling away when you felt his dick stop twitching. “Mmm, taste good.” You giggled taking a moment to swallow all his cum. He panted closing his eyes before letting his body fall back on the bed. 

“I can’t believe this happened.” He whispered sitting back up. “We.. uh can’t ever let my daughter find out this happened.” He looked over his shoulder to the clock behind him and then back to you. “I should start cooking.” You nodded “of course, I promise she won’t find out this happened.” You smiled leaning to his face and kissing him. He kissed back groaning a little as the kiss deepened his hand grabbing onto your waist trying to pull you onto his lap. You smiled into the kiss pulling away. “Let’s do this again.” You smiled pecking his cheek before backing out of his touch and walking towards his door.

“I’ll see you at breakfast.” He smiled watching. You nodded. “See you at breakfast Pedro.” You spoke walking out of his room closing the door behind you and jumping happily trying to contain your squeaks. When you walked back over to (friend's name) door and opened she was just waking up rubbing her eyes. You took a deep breath and walked in a sitting on her bed. "Where did you go? is breakfast ready?" You swallowed. "Just to the bathroom, it should be ready soon." You spoke with a smile.

[cuntdestroyer3000]

Godless

moodboard not meant to be a physical description of reader, just her vibes/clothes

western au! dark!outlaw!Joel Miller x f!prostitute!reader playlist part two here

My contribution to dead dove December hehehe. I love dead doves so I'm very happy to participate! @romana-after-dark

Summary: You work at a brothel that operates above a saloon in your town. Joel is the leader of a group of outlaws that come periodically to collect payment and wreak havoc. One visit, you catch Joel’s eye and he decides he has to have you.

word count: ~5.6k

DARK, dead dove: minors dni!! rough smut, prostitution, reader gets called a whore, sexual slavery, being bought/sold, angst, being owned and considered property, descriptions of men being violent with each other, Joel is possessive and very dominant, reader is very submissive, stockholm syndrome. dubcon, reader obeys but she doesn't have a choice. It's only gonna get darker from here mamas. Unprotected sex, STDs don’t exist in this universe, yeehaw. No use of y/n

A/N: Prepare for light old timey language. Yeehaw shit, in my heart I am a wild west man. Also I have no fucking idea what kind of money they used in the wild west so I just wrote gold coins lmao. Reader doesn't necessarily have a specific accent but she talks like an old timey western person, reader is just a girl in the world, god bless her. set in old west California LAWLESS LAND CALI WAS CRAZY BACK THEN BRUH

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You tried to even your breathing as you hurriedly did your makeup, slapping your powder onto your face frantically. The other girls scurried around you, the collective energy was tense and you all shared a feeling of anxiety that was rising as the minutes ticked on.

The bar always went into a frenzy whenever Joel Miller and his men rode through town. You hadn’t been working here for that long but you’d already been here long enough for their visits. His men were animals, every girl dreaded it when they came to the brothel.

Joel and his men are shameless, getting drunk in the saloon and picking fights, riding through town and plundering all the folks living there, demanding "payments" in the form of money, food, jewelry, anything they could find that was worth taking. Payments that the people of your town made so that he would let them keep living there. He made it clear that we could wipe out the whole town if he wanted to, leaving you a people without anything. And that's if he left you all alive.

-

You hadn’t been living in the town that long. After your father died, you set off west with a man who you thought had loved you. Things had fallen out with him when you finally reached California, and he had left you all alone in this scary new world.

Luckily the people of the town had taken you in, but your shelter and safety came at a price. When you arrived, you had nowhere to live, no money, nothing.

The town brothel seemed like the only solution. You had a place to live, a job, a community. You made peace with having to let men defile you. Most of them were nice enough and your pimp took good care of all of you.

This world was cruel, you did what you needed to do to get by.

-

You adjusted your breasts where they sat in your low cut dress, pushed up by your corset. You fixed your hair and adjusted the garter on your stockings.

“Well at least we look nice.” A voice snapped you out of your deep thoughts.

You turned and tried to muster a smile for your friend, Anna-Leigh, who was pinning up her blonde curls.

She clocked your fear and reached out her hand to take yours. You couldn’t look at her because if you did you’d cry, and you couldn’t afford to smudge the black pigment you’d put on your eyelashes.

“I know you don’t want to, honey.” She said softly, “But we’ve gone through this before.” Her southern accent never failed to soothe you.

You nodded,

“Yeah.” You sniffled.

“They’re gonna do what they always do, we just gotta deal with it and then they leave.” She said firmly.

“And if they really give us trouble, Mr. Polk will put a stop to it right quick.” 

You nodded a little more confidently, remembering that your pimp, Mr. Polk kept a gun on his hip every hour of the day.

No longer able to delay the inevitable, you took a deep breath, and followed your friend and the other girls out of the vanity area and down to the saloon.

-

Walking down the stairs, you analyze the chaotic scene. You’ve managed to understand how to navigate it so as to not cause any trouble. Keep your head down, be a good girl, let them do what they want and then they leave. Your pimp paid you all extra whenever Joel's men came through. Sometimes he’d give you all new dresses, it does make you feel better but it does little to ease the aching between your legs that persists whenever he and his men visit.

You all disperse and walk among the crowd. Usually most girls will immediately go and talk a man up but now you all just stand around awkwardly, letting men approach you and take you upstairs, or just take you right down here.

You’re taken upstairs a few times by a few different men. And later on, you’re sitting in a very drunk man’s lap down in the saloon with your breasts out, smoking a cigarette. He's playing a poker game and slowly losing everything.

Your eyes scan your surroundings: men brawling, naked women bent over, their legs splayed open. The usual.

Through the clamor around you, you can feel his eyes on you.

Joel Miller.

You'd seen him before, and his cold gaze had made your skin crawl.

You knew he was dangerous and you’d heard the stories about him. You’d never talked to him, only seen him when he came by. After making his rounds through the town, he’d just sit at the bar and drink as his men ran wild. To your knowledge, he didn’t even have sex with any of the girls.

You tried to avoid his gaze but you could feel his eyes on you through the thick haze of smoke. It wasn't fair that he was so handsome, weathered from the desert sun. His soft brown hair was laced with gray, just like his short scruffy beard. He looked like could've been a man that was kind, if it wasn't for the dead stare in his eyes. Meeting his eyes you could see how cold blooded he was, how merciless.

After a while, Joel instructed his men to gather everything up. The barkeep and your pimp seemed like they couldn’t wait to get rid of them, their regulars bloodied and slumped over, the bar a mess.

You were pulling the top of your dress back over your breasts when you spotted Joel speaking to your pimp, who was looking distressed. Your stomach churned. That couldn’t be good.

You were on your way up the stairs when you heard your name being called, panic flooded your system.

You turned, frozen. Your heart was pounding as the other girls ran by you.

Anna-Leigh tugged your arm, "C'mon!"

You turned and the only thing you could do was shake your head.

"What's wrong?" She asked, confused.

Your pimp, growing impatient, walked up the stairs and grabbed your elbow, dragging you down.

"I know y'don't want to." He grumbled, "But I'm not bein' given much of'a choice."

Your feet dragged on the wood as you struggled to catch your footing. Did Joel suddenly decide he wanted to fuck you? Mr. Polk yanked you over to him.

Joel's broad form towered over you as you approached. You felt small under his gaze, you'd never been this close to him before. You took in his scent of desert dirt and sweat. His broad shoulders, hulking biceps and soft stomach stretched his stained white button down. The fringe on his cowhide jacket swayed as he took his hat off his head and ran a hand through his graying curls.

You stood looking up at him, eyes wide. He looked down at you without a hint of warmth and grabbed your arm roughly, spinning you around.

You gasped at his touch and anticipated to be bent over and have your skirt hiked up. Instead he just looked at you and turned you back to face him. He made an approving grunt and nodded his head.

"Yeah." His voice was deep and gruff, "This one."

He reached into his bag on the bar and pulled out a sack that he let fall open, gold coins falling out all over the counter.

You started to feel sick.

"Give you this for her." He said casually.

A spike of fear bolted through you.

"W-what?"

Your pimp sighed and turned to you,

"Go get y'things honey."

"What?" That felt like all you could say, "N-no."

You turned to see Anna-Leigh and the other girls staring at you. Your friend looked just as terrified as you felt. Tears freed themselves from your eyes.

"God damnit girl I said go get your fucking things." Mr. Polk yelled and gave you a shake. You looked at Joel who simply nodded his head up, as if telling you to go upstairs.

You sniffled and ran up the stairs, your sobs breaking through as you graced the landing and echoing as you flung yourself into your room.

-

You hiccuped as you threw your few belongings into a suitcase, everything blurred as you cried.

You were only able to get a few items packed before you broke down and sobbed uncontrollably.

You suddenly felt the arms of your friend wrapping around you as other girls gathered around you, all stroking and hugging you.

You blinked back tears and tried to speak but you couldn’t. They just held you as you all cried. There wasn’t really anything they could say to make things better anyway.

You gasped and shuddered, trying to catch your breath. Anna-Leigh took your face in her hands,

“It’s okay, baby, breathe.” She said, tears falling down her face as well. You shook your head and kept crying.

Your pimp appeared in the doorway, looking mournful as he held his hat in his hands.

“How dare you!” Anna-Leigh screamed at him from where she held you.

“I’m sorry.” He said, looking down, “It’s either her or they take all a’you. Destroy the bar, hell maybe even the whole town.”

You cried harder, realizing that there was truly no way out of this. If you didn’t go with Joel, you’d be damning your sisters. You let out a final anguished cry before you got up shakily and continued to pack your things. You went down to the bar which was quiet, the men all watching with bated breath.

Mr. Polk escorted you down and you walked over to Joel again, whose smirk made you nauseous. You looked down at the floor as one of his men took your bag from you.

“Alright sweetheart.” Your pimp murmured, “You be good for Mr. Miller now.”

You nodded as tears ran down your face silently.

“Move out.” Joel addressed his men.

It hit you again that you were really leaving and you started sobbing again.

“No please!” You begged your pimp, “Don’t let him take me please!”

Joel reached out and grabbed your arm,

“I ain’t got time for this girl!” He sneered and ripped you away.

“No…” you cried as he dragged you along.

Anna-Leigh ran up and hugged you one last time. Joel let her, but made an irritated noise and squeezed you painfully when she took too long.

She pulled away and grabbed your face in her hands.

“You can do this.” She said, her voice breaking, “You’re gonna be strong.”

You hiccuped and shook your head,

“Be strong ok?” She nodded at you as Joel finally wrenched you away.

“That’s enough!” He barked, “I’ve already been mighty patient with you folks. Stop fuckin’ testing me!”

Everyone stared at him, silent and full of fear.

You could only cry harder as he dragged you outside. He picked you up and set you on his horse, untying its reigns from the post. 

“Hey!” You heard a voice call out and turned on the horse to see one of your drunken regulars, stumbling towards you,

“Thas’ my favorite whore!” He slurred, “My favorite fuckin’ whore, y’can’t-“ he hiccuped and stumbled. The people of the town shuffled out of their houses to watch the action.

Joel smiled at the man coldly,

“That’s your favorite whore, huh?” He asked, standing over him. He rolled him over with the toe of his boot.

“M-my whore.” The man warbled.

Joel didn’t really know why but white hot rage shot through him. He inhaled sharply and stomped on the man’s face, hard. He heard you gasp from the back of his horse which only ignited him further.

“She’s my fuckin’ whore now!” He yelled and spat in his face.

Fueled by rage and power, he turned to his right hand with an idea.

“Get me the rope, John.”

The man writhed on the ground, moaning and clutching his face. Joel approached the back of his horse with the rope, making you shuffle back in fear.

“Relax darlin’ this ain’t for you.” He breathed and tied the end of it to the saddle. Then, he turned to the man and bent down, tying the rope around his hands above his head.

You watched in shock and heard people around you, whispering.

“Alright!” Joel said after he was done. He got up onto the horse in front of you.

“Hold on baby.” He said softly and you reluctantly wrapped your arms around his middle.

Adrenaline coursed through him at the thought of the freedom of the mountains, of riding out of this stupid town with a pretty girl on his horse and a worthless drunk at his mercy. He turned to see John, who was giving him a knowing smile, the one he always gave him before they rode.

“Let’s ride.” Joel said, his voice gravelly like the desert sand. Before you could blink, they urged their horses onward and took off at high speed. You couldn’t help but let out a little scream as you startled and grabbed at him.

Your noise of shock was substituted by the agonized screams of the man being pulled by Joel’s horse. Begging and crying just like you had earlier.

You turned and watched the town get smaller, Anna-Leigh stood at the front of the crowd and gave you a pitiful wave. You looked down and saw the bloody body of the man.

You squeezed your eyes shut and turned back around, whimpering as you buried your face in Joel’s broad back.

Your tears stained his jacket as you rode away from the place that you had made your home. Towards a terrifying, shackled future.

-

As you journeyed on, you sat behind Joel on his horse, your hands clinging to his weathered leather jacket. His silence only made you more uneasy.

You feared for what the future held, gone was the stability of the brothel, the protection of your pimp. You were in a lawless land with a man who answered to no one. You’d heard the stories about Joel Miller, about the things he’d done.

You didn’t know how he’d treat a woman, if he’d be rough or gentle. Or if he’d throw you to his men. That was what you were the most afraid of.

You traveled for hours, eventually setting up camp as the sun began to set. As the air grew colder, Joel passed you a thick blanket to wrap around yourself. You sat in front of the fire with him as his men kept themselves occupied.

You brooded as you stared into the fire. You were still kind of in shock. This man had taken you away from everything, your life was gone. You didn't know if you were ever going to see your friends again.

You didn't realize, when you'd started spreading your legs for men, that this could happen. That you could be bought and sold like cattle.

You were scared for life with this godless outlaw. You didn't even know where you'd be living. Would you just sleep out in the desert like this? Would you spend the rest of your days being pounded by vicious men into the hard, dry earth?

"Want ‘sum meat?" Joel's gruff voice broke you from your thoughts. You turned to him apprehensively. He held out a piece of dried meat, offering it to you.

"Go on."

You slowly took it from him and took a bite like a scared wild animal. It was pretty good.

"Thank you." You said softly.

Joel looked satisfied with your response, you were both quiet for a while longer until you finally couldn't help yourself.

“Is this uh…” You spoke and he looked over to you, the fire casting sharp shadows across his handsome features.

“Is this how you normally live?” You finally asked, hoping you weren’t being disrespectful.

Joel shook his head after a moment.

“We’re travelin’ now.” He said, “but we got a place, nice and comfortable for a lady.”

You smiled a little bit at that last part.

“Thank you sir.” You wished you didn’t sound so scared, “I was just curious.”

“S’alright.” He grumbled out and began focusing on whittling a piece of wood.

-

The journey was hard but you tried your best to keep up. Joel never raised his voice at you, he didn’t really talk to you all that much in general. He hadn’t even touched you yet either. It seemed he was focused on getting everyone home.

His strength and capability drew you to him, but he still scared you.

After days of traveling, you finally reached where he and his men lived; a small grouping of cabins a mile or so away from a small village. It was just as well, since the sun was beginning to set over the horizon.

You still weren't sure what to think. Joel has been gentlemanly towards you so far. He still scared you though. His smoldering silence made you more uneasy than any unsavory man you'd ever encountered. He kept all his cards concealed, barely spoke, only when he needed to. His calm felt like that which preceded a storm, he commanded respect.

You didn't know what to expect from him.

You entered one of the larger cabins with Joel. It was nice, modest, and smelled of carpentry and tobacco. He set down his lantern on one of the wooden tables and dropped your things down with a slight groan.

His men unloaded everything, then they all nodded at each other and all left, closing the door and leaving you with Joel.

He moved purposefully, picking up wood from a corner and moving to the fireplace.

"Need to get a fire goin'." You heard his deep voice in the near darkness. The shadows thrown on his broad back made him seem even larger than he already was.

You didn't move, unsure of what to do, not wanting to make him mad.

After a fire was crackling he moved towards you silently, the wood creaking under his heavy footsteps. You resisted the urge to shrink away from him.

He was so close to you now, right in front of you.

"You were a real good girl on that trip." He said, his gravelly voice soft, the sound immediately went to your cunt and you were shocked at how aroused you suddenly became. 

You weren't sure what to say, you kept your eyes down, your hands behind your back.

He held your jaw and tilted your face up to look at him.

"You need to keep bein' good." He said, his tone a warning, "You don't cause any fuckin' trouble, you do what I say."

You felt breathless, the feeling of his hand on your face setting you on fire.

"Yes sir." You said quickly.

He smiled softly, "Good girl." He said gently and, to your shock, leaned forward and kissed your forehead. You gasped a little.

"Remember," His voice was still soft and velvety, "I own you now." He gripped the back of your neck tightly, "That means you're mine and I decide what to do with you."

You swallowed the dry lump in your throat. You wanted to cry. You never liked being a prostitute, but at least at the brothel you were free, not a man's property. At least, you thought you'd been.

But Joel had paid for you fair and square. You were his now.

You whimpered a little at the thought and he grabbed your hair, yanking your head back,

"Answer me when I talk to you girl." He spat.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry!" you choked out.

Seeming satisfied, he let go and patted your cheek, then moved away. It felt like you could finally breathe.

"I'm gonna get us some supper ," He said, "You stay here, make yourself at home."

With that he was gone. You stood in the single room cabin, your heart rate finally slowing down.

You looked around, the place was big enough, it felt cozy. There were some old chairs by the fire with a small handcrafted table in front of them.

The other side of the room had a big soft looking bed, then there was an area to the right with pots, pans and other things for cooking. Besides a small room off to the side with a basin of water and a cracked mirror, that was it.

It wasn't much, but it was nice. It felt normal. There were blankets everywhere. Cotton, knitted, animal hide, what have you.

It all made you feel a little better, but not by that much.

Joel came back in and gathered fixings for dinner. He had you both sit in front of the fire outside along with his other men. You all sat on logs gathered round. His men were boisterous and shameless as usual, but they only did so much as leer at you.

The food was pretty good, and you appreciated the hot meal.

When you shivered a little bit, Joel slipped off his fringe jacket and put it around your shoulders. You looked up at him and couldn't help but smile a little. How sweet, how...considerate.

He looked down at you, and smiled back. The wrinkles around his brown eyes became more pronounced, making his normally dead piercing gaze softer, kinder. A warmth bloomed in your chest.

-

After dinner was done, you both returned to his cabin. He cleaned up as you got comfortable, changing into a long, off the shoulder white cotton dress that held your breasts nicely.

You settled into his bed. It smelled like wood, tobacco, whiskey, him. The blankets and pillows were soft and you tucked your legs up, opening your diary. Beginning a new entry, you didn't even know where to start. Your entries were definitely going to get more interesting.

You wrote for a while before you heard a man enter the cabin. Looking up, you saw Joel and began to stand up but he put up a hand, stopping you.

You watched him walk over to the fire, his knees creaking a little as he bent down and threw a fresh log in. 

He sighed and slumped back in one of the chairs, kicking off his boots, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his shirt.

You observed him for a while, his beautiful hooked nose illuminated by the firelight, his hair looked soft, his tough expression relaxed a bit.

You finally lost interest and returned to your diary, desperately trying to explain to it how you came to be in this situation.

Joel took swigs from his flask and worked on his whittling as you wrote. He liked the peacefulness, he liked that there was a pretty girl in his bed. You had come with him so easily, been so obedient. Sure, you'd been upset initially, but he hadn’t expected you not to be.

You'd been good, so far. You followed his orders and you were thankful for all the things that he gave you.

Compliant little thing.

He suddenly got an idea.

-

You had already covered two pages in writing when he called your name.

You sat up quickly and set your diary on his bed, slid off and walked across the wooden floor until you were in front of him.

“Yes sir?” You asked, your heart pounding slightly.

“Take off your dress.” He said quietly.

The command caught you off guard and you froze for a moment.

“I-what?”

“Take off. Your dress.” He repeated flatly, “Wanna take a look at what’s mine.”

His words both made your stomach hurt and your pussy ache. It felt like your feet and hands were going numb.

You took him in, his hard stare, the yearning and darkness in his eyes. You realized you had been fooled earlier tonight by his chivalry.

You swallowed and nodded, you were used to this business. You took a deep breath and untied the top of your dress, letting the bodice fall loosely around your chest. You gathered the fabric and pulled it over your head. You weren't wearing any undergarments so as your white dress billowed to the ground, you were left completely naked for him.

You heard him make a noise of approval and he nodded, smiling.

"Knew you were a good girl."

He eyed you up and down. His gaze made goosebumps erupt on your skin, causing your nipples to harden as he examined you. He stayed in his chair, his legs spread. You could see his bulge straining against his jeans.

You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your cunt...maybe Joel Miller would be gentle with you?

He finally stood up. Looming over you, he ran his large, rough hands over your arms, then your stomach and finally, up to cup and squeeze your breasts.

You couldn't help but let out a soft moan, Joel chuckled softly,

"I know baby," He rasped, "You've been waitin’ so long, been so patient."

You nodded quickly, your eyes wide as you looked up at him. Your complete submissiveness to him was due to his power, but you couldn't help but feel a little excited for this strong, terrifying man to take you.

"Go get on the bed for me."

"Yes sir." You said softly and he let out an almost inaudible groan. You walked over to the bed and laid on your back, immediately spreading your legs.

Joel laughed a little and shook his head as though in disbelief,

"Damn, I picked the right fuckin’ girl didn't I?"

-

He sat on the bed beside you as you lay, your pussy still on display for him, your arms on either side of your head.

Completely his, ready to be taken by him. It kind of shocked you that you had surrendered and accepted this role so quickly. But then again, you didn't have much of a choice, this was the easy way.

"Damn." He sighed as he let his eyes fall over you. He took his time touching you, slowly playing with you. You let your eyes flutter shut as you let him explore you, taking in his newest possession.

He touched you everywhere, except where you needed him most. You squirmed and whimpered, moving your hips to get his fingers anywhere near your wet cunt.

Joel quickly landed a harsh spank on your pussy and you cried out.

"Cut that shit out." He growled, "You're gonn' take what I give you and be a grateful little whore."

You nodded quickly.

"Say it."

"I'm-I'm gonna be a grateful little whore."

"Thas' right."

His thick fingers dragged through your dripping cunt and you let out a moan. He drew closer to you, inhaling the dizzying scent of your arousal and spreading your slickness up to your clit.

"Joel..." You whined and rolled your hips against his fingers.

"Good girl," He said huskily, "Jus like that."

He moved his fingers faster and you moaned and arched your back. No man had ever taken his time with you in this way.

You felt the pleasure wash over you and you let your moans echo around the cabin freely. You'd learned it wasn't a bad thing to be loud, your old pimp had always told you it was good advertising.

After taking in your reaction to that, Joel shifted his focus and curiously buried two thick fingers into your cunt. You moaned and gasped at the way he stretched you, it felt fucking amazing.

"Joel!" You cried out and rocked your hips in time with his hand. Following his movements and somehow doing exactly what he wanted.

He liked how responsive you were, how obedient.

He pulled his fingers out of you without warning and you whined at the sudden emptiness.

Joel got on his knees on the bed, towering over you. He pulled his shirt off and undid his jeans, pulling them down just enough to free his cock.

You audibly gasped when you took in the sight of it and he laughed a little.

"What? Not expectin’ me to be this big?"

"I-no-sir I didn't-I mean-" You stuttered.

"S'alright sweetheart." He murmured, "You wanna touch me?"

You stared at his thick manhood. You had no idea how fucking big it was, you reached your hand out and wrapped it around him, your fingers just meeting each other around his girth.

Oh fuck.

You whined and pumped his length, spitting on it and letting it spread over him.

His cock was beautiful, powerful and imposing, resting rock hard and heavy between his strong thighs. His balls hung heavy, his dark hair running wild up to his round stomach.

You sighed, contentedly.

Joel smirked, his large hand resting on the side of your head, cradling you as your hand worked him.

You looked up at him submissively, your eyelashes fluttering. Joel moaned at the way you pleaded for him without even saying anything. You were like a siren. He'd known you were the one the minute he saw you down in that saloon.

He suddenly pushed you back, roughly. Making you yelp out in surprise as your head hit the soft pillows. He looked at you hungrily and grabbed your hips, flipping you over so you landed on your stomach, bouncing up off the bed a little.

He yanked your hips up so you were on your knees, grunting and breathing heavily. You moaned and arched your back, spreading yourself for him.

You felt the head of his cock swipe through your folds and your heart raced with anticipation. He took a sharp inhale before slamming into your cunt with a snarl.

"FUCK!" You cried out, not expecting the sudden burn or stretch. Even with how wet you were, his massive cock split you open.

You gasped and whined as Joel kept himself buried in your pussy, groaning as he rocked his hips, getting harder and more forceful.

You let yourself become undone by him and he started sliding out and slamming into you more, getting faster and more enthusiastic.

He grunted and breathed heavily through gritted teeth as he pounded into you. He threw his head back, using his grip on your hips to move you and fuck your pussy. The way you moaned and screamed for him only spurred him further, abusing your cunt.

He was in control. He bought you, he owned you, you were his whore. Forever.

"Oh fuck!" He groaned, gasping as those thoughts brought him even closer, along with the squeeze of your cunt.

You couldn't even speak, your face was pressed into the pillow as you cried and drooled. You'd lost track of how many times you'd come, just letting yourself be used by him at this point. You couldn't deny that it felt amazing.

Joel leaned over and put a paw-like hand over the back of your head, crushing your face into the bed as he leaned over. Putting his weight on you, he used that to fuck you even harder.

Your cries were muffled and you almost couldn't breathe. Joel's thrusts became sloppier and you heard his breathing turn into desperate moaning. He finally came, thick ropes of cum shooting directly into you making you gasp and moan. The men at the brothel were never allowed to cum in you. If a girl got pregnant, she either got it taken care of or she was out.

But you were Joel's now. And Joel was the one who decided what happened to you.

He fucked his cum into you more, causing it to spurt out. Then he pulled back, you took a deep breath and relaxed onto the bed, his cock still keeping you plugged up.

"That's right baby." He murmured, "Good girl."

You let out a beautiful whine, your cunt tightening around his cock as he stroked your hair away from your face.

He sighed as he knelt over your limp form, his cock still keeping his seed in you.

You didn't move, When he finally eased out of you gently, you winced and cried out at the loss.

"I know, I know." He said softly, petting your hair.

He grabbed a cloth and wiped at your cunt, getting most of the mess cleaned up. When he decided that was good, he eased your hips down and turned you over.

You wriggled into a comfortable position, tucking your hair behind your ear and smiling up at him shyly.

He smiled at you again, the same one he'd given you at dinner. His normally cold eyes looked warm and safe.

You slipped your hands up around his neck, your eyes falling down to his lips under his scruffy beard.

He ran the rough pad of his thumb over your cheekbone,

"Such a good little whore." He said softly, then he leaned down and kissed you.

His lips weren't pressed against yours for that long but it still sparked electricity through you.

He pulled away and breathed out a laugh, "Alright, let's try an' get some sleep now."

"Yes sir." You said softly.

He put out the fire and the lantern and stripped off his pants before getting under the covers with you. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into him, his softening cock pressing against your ass.

He buried his nose in your hair, each hand covering your tits, keeping them warm.

You nuzzled into his hold, you couldn't remember the last time you'd been held like this. You turned around and buried your face in his hairy chest. 

You had…liked that. You really liked it. You knew how wrong this all was. You knew that to him you were just a whore, his property, but…maybe you could make peace with that? Maybe Joel Miller would be a good owner.

You hated that you were even thinking that.

His large hand rested on your back, holding you close to him as your exhausted mind finally succumbed to sleep.

-

THANK YOU FOR READING I LOVE YOU

This is my first Joel fic AND my first dead dove fic which I didn’t think I’d be able to write but I had sm fun writing this!! Thank you to @toxicanonymity and @romana-after-dark and all the girlies with their scary Joels who inspired me🖤

YEEHAW LETS RIDE🐎🐎🐎

[mountainsandmayhem]

Little Dove - A Series

(Joel Miller x female!reader)

18+

Series Summary: After sending both your daughters off to college, you and Joel find yourself to be empty nesters in your early 40’s. However, all that alone time has it’s perks, most of which are kinky.

TW: reach each chapters for specific warnings. 18+

A/N: The love I received from the first story has sent my brain into high gear. I have zero timeline for these stories and they may not come out in the order listed below. The story summaries could change as I write. 🙏🏻 please let me know which you’re most excited for or if you want to be tagged 🙏🏻

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You’re Mine, Little Dove

A walk at night starts with ropes, blindfolds, and ends with the best orgasms of your life, and an even better twist at the end.

Kink: Predator/Prey

Stay Still, Little Dove

Joel reminds you that his wishes are your commands during an interesting bet between you two.

Kink: Vibrator Torture, Pleasure Dom

Taste Her, Little Dove

Joel watches as you explore a new side of yourself.

You’re a Brat, Little Dove

At your 25-year high school reunion, an old classmates is enamoured with your partner; you can’t say that you blame her, but it sparks enough jealousy for you to decide to get Joel’s attention.

Kink: Brat Tamer, Spanking, Dom/Sub

Do Your Worst, Little Dove

Joel gets a taste of his own medicine.

Kink: Role reversal, domme/sub

Merry Christmas, Little Dove

You and Joel fuck in front of the Christmas tree

Kink: Dom/Sub

You're Perfect, Little Dove

Insecurities from the past send you spiralling in a way that only Joel can fix.

Kink: Praise, Pleasure Dom

Touch Yourself, Little Dove

Joel discovers how much he likes to watch.

Kink: Voyeurism

Additional Materials

Thank You @survivingandenduring for this GORGEOUS edit of Joel and his Little Dove.

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Triple Frontier: Still not sure why it was called that so feel free to illuminate me on that! Review: Stuck this film on in the background whilst packing up my flat to move and was engaged enough to sit down and pay attention. The film tells the story of 5 ex military buddies who get recruited by Oscar Isaac’s to storm a compound in the Amazon jungle, kill a drug baron and steal all his money. Simple enough plot? I’ll say! Cinematography in this film was stunning, acting was great but unfortunately let down by a sub par script and mediocre characters that were all fairly similar. Other than that a very enjoyable film full of suspense, a great heist sequence and really beautiful visuals. I’d recommend this Netflix Original highly and give it a RATING OF: 7.2/10. 🎬 🎥 💵 💰 💸 🚁 🔫 #moviereviews #fun #film #filmreviews #triplefrontier #netflix #heistmovie #money #dollar #guns #military #podcast #blog #oscarisaac #benaffleck #garretthedlund #charliehunnam #adriaarjona #pedropascal #jcchandor #amazon https://www.instagram.com/p/BvEulgbFAUQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8io3zmpwn3ad

[midorisplash]

Loved “Your Friends Hot Dad”! was wondering if you could write another sub pedro fic where the reader is edging him and he’s overstimulated to the point where he’s crying and begging. Maybe some anal play with him too?

Pairing: Sub!Pedro Pascal x Dom!Reader

Warnings: Edging, crying, cum eating, restricting, adults.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: kinda the second part of 'Your Friends Hot Dad'. That story Helps with the context in the beginning. And thank you for liking the story.

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After what happened that night you spent at Pedro's house, you continued to visit his daughter every week to hang out like always, both you and Pedro acting as if nothing happened. He would still speak to you kindly but just not frequently anymore.

He hadn’t texted you either until one night after you dropped his daughter off. He texted just after she entered the house so you had time to read it before driving away.

“Y/n, Can you come in after (friend's name.) goes to sleep?”

You looked at the text and couldn’t help a smile spreading across your face starting to giggle before texting him back.

“Why should I, you've barely spoken to me since what happened?” The text lingered for a moment with his text dots disappearing and reappearing your heart slightly starting to beat faster.

“I’m sorry I been distant. I had to collect my thoughts about what was gonna happen between us.”

You read the message then bit your lip humming. “Alright, we can talk more in Person, text me when she’s asleep.”

You were excited to see Pedro like this again, it had only been a week but you wanted to touch him again and hear his groans and whimper. You already made up your mind, if he wanted to continue you would make him pay for treating you so differently this week. Of course, you understood but you could still torture him just a little. Despite being so excited, you were just as nervous. What if he had called you in there just to cancel everything and say he doesn’t wanna meet like that anymore?

“You can come in, the doors open.”

You read the text your heart beating fast as you opened your car door and stepped out heading to his house. You gradually opened the front door looking around before closing it behind you and slowly heading to Pedro's room. Reaching his room you took a deep breath before just opening it to Pedro sitting on the edge of his bed facing the door smiling when he saw you.

“Hey, sweetie.” He spoke standing up. You looked at him and couldn’t help but smile. “Hey. Do you have some you need to talk about?” You asked trying to keep your voice from sounding shaky. He nodded sitting back down patting the bed beside him nodding for you to come sit down. You looked at his daughter's door before walking into his room fully and closing the door behind you heading to sit next to him. He watched you putting his hand on your knee when you sat down patting it.

“I wanted to tell you that after collecting my thoughts I … want to continue doing things with you like before… But only if it’s okay with you.” You bit your lip the nervousness in your body quickly fading. “I mean, it would be fun. I’m just still upset you've treated me so differently this week.” You spoke trying to keep your voice from sounding excited.

He pouted squeezing your thigh. “I know baby.” “Then you must know how pissed off it made me.” You expressed cutting him off before he could continue speaking. “So Now, you’ll apologize for it, With your body.” He nodded at your words. “Of course. Whatever you want.” You chuckled tapping his thigh. “Take these off.” Pedro acted quickly standing up and unbuckling his jeans pulling them down fully and tossing them to the side, leaving him in just his boxers.

You looked at him before looking around his room humming. “Where are your neckties?” “In my closet.” “Okay, go get one.” He nodded walking off to his closest soon coming back with one of his red neck ties standing in front of you as he handed it over. You took it and stood up walking behind him his breath hitching as you rubbed down his arms collecting them both behind his back. “Y-you know how to make handcuffs with that?” He uttered. “Yes.” He tilted his head. “That’s very impressive. I barely know how to tie it the normal way.” He giggled. You smiled starting to bind the necktie to his wrist finishing up and turning him to face you. “I’ll show you how to do it one day.” You spoke pushing him to sit on the bed.

He gulped feeling himself getting hard as you crouched in front of him. You dug your nail’s into his thigh dragging them up to his stomach pulling the front of his shirt above his head and resting it behind his neck so his chest and nipples were exposed. You grinned grazing your finger over his nipple. “You want me to touch your dick right Pedro?” You voiced softly. He groaned nodding. “Y-yes.” “Then beg for it.” He swallowed at your words looking down at your hand and then back to your eyes. “P-please touch my worthless dick.” He moaned quietly his cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. You hummed standing up and grabbing his jaw lightly. “I couldn’t hear you, say it louder.” Pedro swallowed looking up at you. “Please y/n touch my worthless dick… I need it.” You smiled tapping his cheek.

“You can do better than that Pedro.” He whined squeezing his thighs together. “Y/n.. come on, please! I need you.” You chuckled dragging your hand off his face. “Stand up.” He listened quickly standing as you brought your hands to his hips gripping his boxers and pulling them down swiftly pushing him to sit back down, his dick throbbing between his thighs. You crouched back down in front of scratching along his thighs watching as his hips twitched up for friction. “You ready Pedro?” You whispered kissing his knee. He nodded. “Yes! Please!” You giggled dragging your hand from his thigh to his dick lightly scratching your nails on his dick. He jerked shaking his head precum leaking out of him with a groan. “You're leaking a lot already, guess I’ll start.” You smiled finally giving him relief wrapping your hand around his shaft and pumping him slowly.

He moaned out looking down and watching your hand, his thigh fidgeting together. You looked up at him starting to move your hand faster leaning in to kiss his inner thigh. Pedro pushed up into your grip letting out a deep breath just as you felt his dick twitch. You smiled and kept a steady pace jerking him. “Are you close already?” You rolled your eyes. He nodded quickly. “I know! I’m sorry.” He grunted out. You pouted. “it’s okay. You can cum.” He nodded closing his eyes as you drew his orgasm closer and just before he came you pulled away leaving him just on the brink of wanting to cum but needing more pleasure.

He opened his eyes wide looking at you. “Y/n! Why’d you stop?” He gasped out wiggling his hips. “Come on!” You beamed rubbing his thigh “Calm down, Pedro.” You whispered. He frowned his eyebrows squeezing his thighs together as you slowly wrapped your hand back around him moving up and down at a steady pace. He groaned letting his head fall back. “Please don’t stop this time baby.” He moaned squeezing his eyes shut. “Of course.” You smirked bringing him to the edge once more before pulling away with a giggle.

He cried out and you leaned up quickly covering his mouth before pulling away. “Shh, remember she’s sleeping.” You whispered. He whined opening his eyes as you noticed how glossy they begin to look. You stood up looking down at him and tapping his cheek. “You look like your gonna cry.” You laughed bringing your hand from his cheek to his nipple and pinching it. “I-can’t y/n… Please let me cum!” “You can do anything I want you to do, Pedro.” You whispered leaning into his face and flicking his nipple, with that flick the tears that swelled in his eyes finally fell. You pouted bringing your hand back to his face and whipping his tears. “Don’t cry, Pedro.” You spoke. “it's not that bad. I only did it twice.” He huffed at your words looking away embarrassed.

“I’ll let you cum this time.” You smirked getting on your knees again. “I promise.” He frowned but nodded. “Please.” You chuckled wrapping your hand around him and starting to pump him again. You kept going leaning in to kiss his thighs as he let out a groan throwing his head back. “T-thank you y/n!” You nodded switching to licking his thigh instead licking close to his cock before moving away making him whine loudly. “I’m close! Please don’t stop please!” He yelped loudly tears forming in his eyes again his body aching to release. You smiled looking down at his twitching dick giving him a couple more strokes before pulling away.

He almost screamed but you grabbed his dick again pumping him fast until his orgasm had no choice spilling out of him. “Y/n! Oh god!” He moaned loudly you reached up quickly covering his mouth feeling his tears wet your hand, your other hand continuing to milk him. He knitted his eyebrows together as his body jolted bucking his hips up into your hand until his body was emptied of all his cum.

You pulled your hand off his dick and then his mouth and stood up listening to his heavy pants. “Too loud Pedro.” You giggled bringing your hand to his lips and he automatically knew what to do, opening his mouth and taking your fingers in to lick up his cum. “Good boy.” You smile whipping his tears with your free hand. “I like this form of apology from you.” He chuckled pulling his head back from your cleaned fingers. “Then I'll make it so I have to apologize more.” You smiled brighter helping him stand and undoing his restraints. “So, do you think maybe you can stay a little longer?” He spoke softly rubbing his wrist. You tilted your head. Why?” “I don't know, Maybe we could watch tv or something, only if your want to honey”. He uttered looking down and grabbing his boxers and pulling them up. You smiled at him being so shy. “Sure, but you should go check if (friend's name) is still sleeping. He beamed and nodded pulling his shirt over his head. “Right I’ll be back, make yourself comfortable.”

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Your Friends Hot Dad Part 2.

The second part too “POV: Your Friends Hot Dad.”

Pairing: Sub!Pedro Pascal x Dom!Reader

Warnings: Edging, crying, cum eating, restricting, adults.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Tumblr crazy for that new contact block thing, just show the story man.

[midorisplash]

MasterList!!

About Me:

☆ Call me Midori.

☆ 19 y/o. (Only read stories if 18+)

☆ They/Them

☆ You can request stories, but I mainly write ones I like. I don’t do all.

☆ I write random stories when I feel like it. And they keep getting hidden so I’ll put them here.

Pedro Pascal:

★ POV: Your Friends Hot Dad.

★ Friends Hot dad PT.2

Jungkook:

★ Jungkook is Coming Over Tonight.

Tangerine:

★ Mistress 愛人

Yeonjun:

★ POV: Yeonjun Has a Crush on his Best Friend’s Sister.

Matt Sturniolo

★ “You should get off my lap.”

Chris Sturniolo

★“Can I sleep in here?”

Jake Webber

★ Your Private Dancer.