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He spots you across the room and makes his way over, that signature smirk playing on his lips. "Hello there, gorgeous," he purrs, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I couldn't help but notice you from afar. Would you like to slip away for a moment and get to know each other better?"You take a deep breath, feeling the heat rising in your body as you lock eyes with Pedro. "Lead the way," you say with a seductive smile. He takes your hand and leads you down a dimly lit hallway, away from the chaos of the event. The tension between you is palpable, the air crackling with unspoken desire. You take charge, spinning Pedro around and pressing him against the wall. Your hands slide down to his belt, unbuckling it with deft fingers. "I want to taste you," you purr, your voice low and seductive. You drop to your knees, your hands sliding up his muscular thighs as you look up at him through your lashes.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, his hands tangling in your hair as you free his hard, throbbing cock from his pants. You take him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as you take him deeper. He tastes salty and sweet, and you can't get enough.

"Oh god, your mouth feels so fucking good," he pants, his hips bucking slightly as you take him deeper. You look up at him, your eyes filled with lust as you work his cock with your mouth. "I'm going to come so hard down your throat, baby. Fuck, you're going to make me lose control."You pull away, looking up at him with a wicked grin. "Not yet," you purr, standing up and pushing him back onto the couch. You straddle his lap, your skirt riding up to reveal your lace panties. "I want to feel you inside me."

He groans, his hands gripping your hips as he grinds against you. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet for me already," he growls, his fingers slipping under your panties to feel your slick heat. "I need to be inside you. Now."

He rips your panties off, tossing them aside as he lines himself up with your entrance. You sink down onto him, gasping at the feeling of him filling you up so completely. "Oh god, you feel so good," you moan, starting to ride him slowly.

His hands slide up your body, cupping your breasts as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucks and nibbles, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You pick up the pace, riding him harder and faster, chasing your release.

"I'm so close," you pant, your walls clenching around him. "Come with me, baby. I want to feel you come inside me."

You come together, your walls clenching around him as he pulses inside you, filling you with his hot seed. "Fuck, yes," he groans, his hands gripping your hips as he holds you in place, making sure every last drop is inside you.

You collapse against his chest, both of you panting as you try to catch your breath. He strokes your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. "That was incredible," he murmurs, his voice low and satisfied. "You're amazing."

You and Pedro decide to take things slow, cuddling together on the couch as you come down from your high. He strokes your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead as you both drift off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms.

When you wake up later, you find a note from Pedro on the pillow beside you. "Thanks for an amazing night," it reads. "I'd love to see you again. Give me a call sometime." He leaves his number and a sweet heart next to it.

You smile, holding the note close to your chest. You had an amazing night with a truly special man, and you can't wait to see where things go from here. Maybe next time, you'll make it to the after-party together.

You smile, nuzzling against him. "You're not so bad yourself," you tease, trailing your fingers along his chest. "

As soon as you find an empty room, Pedro pulls you close, his hands resting on your waist. "I've been watching you all night," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "I couldn't keep my eyes off you."

Pedro Pascal x reader scenario:

Movie Night, Unexpected Surprises**

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It was supposed to be a quiet movie night—just the two of you, some snacks, and a Netflix series you’d been meaning to catch up on. Pedro had already settled in, his feet up on the coffee table, the remote in hand as he glanced over at you with a playful grin.

"You sure you’re ready for this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the challenge of the upcoming movie marathon.

You gave him a cheeky smile. "Oh, I’m ready. You better keep up, though."

He chuckled softly, a low sound that made your heart flutter. "I think I’ll be just fine. You, on the other hand..." He leaned back a little more comfortably, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You might not survive my movie-watching skills."

The challenge was set, but you weren’t about to let him have the last word. You shifted closer to him on the couch, your knees brushing his. “I guess we’ll see about that,” you replied with a smirk, trying not to let the heat of his body so close to yours distract you.

As the movie began, you tried to focus, but it was hard when Pedro kept sneaking little glances at you, his hand brushing your arm now and then as if he couldn’t help himself. Every touch sent a shiver through you, and you could feel the tension building, a playful but undeniable chemistry between the two of you.

At one point, during an intense scene, you jumped slightly, the sudden action on-screen catching you off guard. Pedro didn’t miss it—his hand immediately reached for yours, gently squeezing.

"Scared?" he teased, his fingers tracing over yours as he gave you a soft, knowing look.

You laughed, but your heart was still pounding. "No, just caught off guard," you replied, not able to hide the smile that curled on your lips.

He didn’t pull his hand away, instead leaning in slightly, his voice now lower. "I can protect you, you know. I’m good at comforting scared little things."

His words lingered in the air as his thumb brushed over the back of your hand, the touch so gentle, so intimate. There was something in the way he said it, his tone full of warmth and a bit of that familiar smoldering look you couldn’t ever resist.

You caught his gaze, heart racing for a whole different reason now. "I’m not scared," you whispered, leaning in just a little closer, the space between you closing in slow motion. "I think I’m just distracted."

Pedro’s eyes flickered to your lips before returning to your eyes, his breath warm on your skin. "Oh? By what?"

You smiled, a slow, teasing curve of your lips. "I don’t know. Maybe by you."

His smile grew, a little more playful now. "Well, that wasn’t so hard to admit." And then, in a low voice that made your heart skip, he added, "I’ve been distracted by you all night, too."

The moment hung in the air between you, the playful tension now palpable. His hand brushed up to your cheek, his touch light but full of intention. “Maybe we should stop pretending and just focus on what’s right in front of us,” he whispered, his lips just a breath away from yours.

You didn’t need any more encouragement. The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if neither of you wanted to break the fragile bubble of intimacy you’d created. But then it deepened, and the warmth between you grew, the rest of the world falling away as you let the quiet night between you turn into something much more than you’d ever expected.

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P!

Quiet Moments

You sat on the couch, a warm cup of tea in your hands, trying to focus on the movie playing in front of you. But your attention kept drifting to the man beside you. Pedro, with his easy smile and comforting presence, always seemed to draw you in, no matter how much you tried to focus on anything else.

"Hey, you okay?" Pedro asked softly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. His voice was warm, the kind that made you feel like everything was right in the world.

You nodded, but your smile gave away the fact that you were completely distracted. He chuckled, his gaze turning affectionate.

"You've been staring at your tea for the last five minutes," he teased, nudging you with his shoulder.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and carefree. "Sorry, just... thinking."

"About?" He raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious.

You shrugged, glancing up at him with a shy smile. "Just about how lucky I am to be here with you."

Pedro’s expression softened, his warm brown eyes locking with yours. The playful teasing from before melted away into something more sincere. "You know I feel the same way, right? You’re everything I could’ve asked for."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. There was something comforting and reassuring about the way he spoke—like he was reassuring not just you, but also himself.

He reached out and gently took your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in that soothing, gentle way that had become second nature between you two. The age gap didn’t matter in these moments—when the world felt like it was at peace, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other’s presence.

"How about we focus on the movie now?" Pedro suggested, grinning once more. "But you’re still my favorite distraction."

You laughed, your heart warm. "Deal," you said, leaning into him, feeling like you’d never want to be anywhere else.

set phasers to stun.

summary: joel wants you to sit on his face— you think you’re far too heavy for something like that.

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

includes: SMUT 18+, face sitting/cunnilingus, dom!joel, i wrote this with an age gap in mind, but it isn’t really specified so make it up girlies, a bit of spanking, slight insecure!reader, pet names (honey, girlie, baby, babygirl, sunshine) a tad of a daddy kink (i’m sorry, it’s me, what do you expect?)

a/n: sorry i’ve been gone again, i’m back in my pedro pascal phase and this just came out of nowhere lol. let me know what you think. dividers credit goes to @saradika-graphics <33

“Quit your whinin’ and sit the fuck down.”

You were hovering over Joel’s face, thighs twitching and burning from their position, careful not to bump any part of yourself into him— too scared to fully sit yourself upon his face like he had so desperately asked for earlier in the day.

“Joel— m’too heavy,” you muttered, cheeks heating, shifting your weight from knee to knee and hands on the headboard, knuckles whitening from your firm grip.

He lifted a big palm against the cheek of your ass in a sharp, searing slap, quelling your whirring thoughts for just a moment, the burn of his hand print thick and heavy upon the globe of your ass.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he growled, teeth clenched, eyes boring into yours from underneath you and you would’ve frowned at the sight of the protruding pudge of your belly when you looked down, but the constant smoothing of his callused hands against the soft rolls and swells of your body had you stifling it.

“Now listen here, honey,” he huffed, shifting his face to the side to press a few spongy kisses to the thickness of your thighs. “I ain’t gonna tell ya again.”

Joel was firm with his words, the low timbre shooting throughout your core and flooding your folds with a surge of arousal.

“Y’gonna take a seat, and y’gonna ride my fuckin’ face till I say you can stop, y’hear?”

“Joel, I—Ow!”

Another spank, on the other cheek this time, but just as hard, the print blooming in the shape of his calluses and the ring on his finger.

“Girlie.” The fond pet name was now a word of warning, almost daring you to disobey him. “Sit, now.”

You swallowed thickly, and with a shaky breath you lowered yourself down, easing onto his handsome face, the broad slope of his nose prominent against your slit, and you gasped at his deep inhale, breathing your scent deep into his lungs, almost savouring it before nudging your clit with the tip of his nose.

Your lashes fluttered, threatening to close once he mouthed a kiss to your pussy lips, teasingly sucking your folds into his eager mouth, careful to avoid your poor, puffy clit and keep you on edge.

“Look at this pretty cunt, hm?” he cooed, gruff and thick, muffled slightly from between your thighs and beneath your soft belly. “She’s been beggin’ for this, baby and you’ve been keeping her from me.”

His tongue peeked out from between his lips, swiping a long, fat stripe from your slick, fluttering hole, to the engorged jewel of your clit.

“Oh!” You whined, threading your fingers through his thick curls, tugging slightly once his lips enveloped your pearl, suckling it into his mouth, humming into your heat, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout your cunt and you moaned out at the feeling. “Joel, fuck.”

He pulled back only slightly, brow raised and eyes dark and glistening— a big palm squeezed at the fat of your ass. A little warning.

“Language.” he clicked his tongue, turning to nuzzle into the thickness of your thigh, biting into it with dull molars and sharp canines, urging another wave of slick to surge your poor cunt.

“S-sorry!” You squeaked out, nails scratching against his scalp the way he liked as a little apology. “Keep going, please.”

You could feel his smirk against your flesh, tongue swiping at the marks he bit and sucked into the sensitive skin of your thighs.

“There she is,” he hummed, “now ya beggin’ for it, aren’t ya, baby? Knew you’d come around some time.”

Joel dove back into your cunt, lapping crudely at your hole, picking up silver strings of arousal on his tongue before lolling it over your peaked clit— smacking kisses to it, practically making out with your poor pussy whilst humming happily into your heat.

“Just needed some persuadin’, huh, sunshine?” he spoke into your pussy, voice muffled and barely legible through your hazy brain. “Just needed your ol’ man to eat this pretty pussy from down here, didn’t ya, babygirl?”

You cried out, nodding profusely at his filthy words and personification of your cunt, tears ebbing at your waterline and slowly easing over.

“Been havin’ so much trouble with my damn back— just layin’ here while you ride my face is so much better, sugar.”

Knowing your man wasn’t in pain, that his usual achy back and knees were quelled and sated by his current position, instead of the place he so often took between your legs with a hunched back and sore knees, had you relaxing somewhat.

‘Makin’ y’daddy a happy man, baby,” he groaned, fisting at the fat of your hips, leaving you tight and secure against his face. “fuckin’ dripping down my throat.”

You could feel the tightening in your belly, coiling throughout your insides, warming you up and leaving you panting, fisting at any part of him you could find.

“J-Joel,” you panted, chest heaving up and down, up and down, nails in his scalp, in his shoulder blades, even reaching behind you at his thighs. “so close.”

Your speech was clipped, lips stuttering and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth.

“Ah ah,” he shook his head, lips still suckling at your clit after every other word. “None of that, you ask for daddy’s permission— you know what to do.”

You whined again, long and drawn out, bucking your hips and huffing out— there was a warmth upon your cheeks that blossomed, creeping down your neck and teasing the tips of your ears, all shy now when asking your man to cum.

“Please, Joel,” you sighed out, thighs squeezing at his ears, clamping him tight underneath you. “can I cum? Pretty please?”

“Please, what?” He huffed, gruff and quick, tongue lolling and rolling over your spit-slick clit before thrusting the pink muscle into your quivering hole. “Ain’t got all day, hon.”

“Daddy— please, daddy! Need’a cum.”

“Atta girl, such nice manners— taught you good, baby girl. Cum f’me.”