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stay, don’t go; i’ll eat you up i love you so

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Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Experienced Kim, Inexperienced Porchay, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Getting Back Together, Fluff and Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Headcanons, Character Study, Porn with Feelings, Top Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Bottom Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat, First Kiss, Kim is 22, Porchay is 18, Angst with a Happy Ending

In case KinnPorsche Season 2 is actually 100% dead and buried, this is my KimChay ending of choice thank yoooooou :’D

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you were never not mine — carlos sainz

★ : pairing :: carlos sainz x reader ★ : genre :: social media au; angst; fluff separated by a hidden emotional turmoil, carlos and y/n navigate the complexities of co-parenting their twins amidst the high-stakes of the f1 world. amidst paddock visits and personal healing, will they go further apart or find their way back to each other? ★ : a/n :: will be dropping in the upcoming week! this masterlist is being put up to spread the taglist form for now and obviously, to disclose the plot of the series. thank you for the request love @mrssainzleclerc , this series is based off of this ask. ahhh so excited for this cant lie omg

SERIES ARCHIVE SCENE 1 :: YOU TORE ME RIGHT APART SCENE 2 :: HOW MUCH TRAGEDY? SCENE 3 :: WE CAN'T BE FRIENDS SCENE 4 :: OLD HABITS DIE SCREAMING SCENE 5 :: TWO GRAVES, ONE GUN SCENE 6 :: IT'S HEAVEN OR SO THEY SAY SCENE 7 :: WE'LL PAY THE PRICE, I GUESS SCENE 8 :: IMPERFECT FOR YOU

you left in peace, left me in pieces

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hot take but I don't think Buck coming out was accidental. there's now way he was smashing his mouth against Tommy for long enough to cut and give out cake and didn't know that his face was covered in soot. and even if he didn't, do you really think Tommy "I didn't want to pressure you" Kinard didn't let Buck know before walking in. Buck had always planned to come out at or before the wedding, he literally told Tommy he wanted to dance with him. and look at his face when Chimney connects the dots. he's like "yeah he was busy. with me. we were making out. can you believe that? i get to make out with this beast. isn't that awesome?" point is, Buck knew full well walking into that room that it was very clear what he and Tommy were doing, and he could not be more happy about that, and THAT is the most in character Buck thing he could ever do

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PEDRO PASCAL First We Feast: Hot Ones

Saw a post like this with negative outlook so I asked for it to be fixed

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warnings: unprotected sex, daddy kink, biting, dirty talk, choking, fluff, minor praise kink.

a/n: the final part! Apologies for the delay. i’ll be uploading a list of people i write for if anyone is interested in requesting. enjoy!

As soon as you enter the bathroom, you perch on the edge of the bathtub, watching Cody set the temperature of the water in the glass shower. Once he’s satisfied with the temperature, he begins to undress, keeping his eyes on you. As much as you try not to stare while he undresses, you can’t help but bite your lip watching him.

“What?” he smirks.

“I’ve never seen all of you at once,” you say. “I’m excited about it.”

“Oh, yeah?” he chuckles, finally removing his boxer briefs so he’s naked in front of you. “What do you think?”

“Do a spin, let me see the rest.” With a laugh, he does as you ask, holding his hands out to the sides and doing a slow 360 in front of you. “I love you,” you laugh.

“I love you, too,” he replies, holding his hand out to you. As you gently place your hand in his, Cody leads you into the oversized shower, closing the glass door behind you.

Showering with Cody was something you had frequently thought about. Vivid images of being soaking wet, pinned cheek first against the tile of a shower while Cody slams into you from behind, both of you moaning in an almost obnoxious way — the thought stayed at the back of your mind every time you were present while he showered.

But this is different. Cody is gentle, getting down on his knees to help clean every inch of you before cleaning himself. He chats with you the whole time, mostly idle conversation about work, but stopping every now and then to make sure you’re okay.

“Come here,” he whispers, pulling you so your back is against his chest, standing under the shower head. His arms wrap around your frame holding you loosely against him. “Is there anywhere in particular you want to go today?” he asks. “We can do anything you want.”

“I don’t know,” you say with a contented sigh. “You can show me the sights. It doesn’t even have to be anything fun, honestly.” When Cody chuckles, it rumbles through your body, and you drop your head back against him, angling to look into his head. “You’re in charge, daddy,” you add, with a teasing grin.

“Mmm,” Cody hums, closing his eyes. “Keep talking to me like that, we won’t be going anywhere today.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“You really love having a smart mouth,” Cody mutters, pressing his head against yours, his mouth beside your ear. One of Cody’s hands presses against your throat, fingers curling and pressing just enough to make you pull in a breath. “I could get you off in every room in this house, and it still wouldn’t be enough for you,” Cody mumbles. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

———

Cody is quietly mumbling the lyrics to the song that plays on the radio as he casually drives with one hand gripping the steering wheel. You try to discreetly look at him from your spot in the passenger seat, taking in the more relaxed outfit he donned for your day out.

“This feels different,” you say, to Cody.

“What does?” he asks, lowering the volume of the music to hear your response.

“This,” you say. “Being in a car, hanging out with you. I don’t know, it’s just a different vibe.”

“Probably because you were grinding on my face a couple of hours ago,” Cody teases, which causes a flush to spread over your skin. You let out a shy chuckle, so Cody reaches across the center console to take your hand. “Seriously,” he laughs. “Things are different, you’re right. I don’t know about you, but I like this a lot better.”

“Yeah, I like it, too.” Cody gently pulls your arm across the console, kissing the top of your hand and keeping your fingers laced with his, placing them both in his lap. “What are we gonna have for dinner?” you ask, laying your head against the headrest, craning your neck to peer at Cody.

“Anything you want,” he says. “Name it, and I’ll make it.”

“No, that’s too much pressure. You pick.”

“Hmm,” he hums, rubbing his thumb on your hand. “I have an idea. There’s a grocery store that I really like a few miles away…I can run in to grab a few things.” You glance out of the window, taking in the variety of shops lining the street. An idea crosses your mind, a way to surprise Cody.

“Is there a place nearby...that sells, like…clothes?”

“Of course,” Cody chuckles. “A lot of stores around here sell clothes. I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go. Are you looking for something in particular?”

“Uh, not…really,” you reply, trying to think of a response that will be vague enough to keep Cody in the dark about what you are planning. “Maybe like a mall close by or something?” Cody glances over to you, his eyes narrowed behind his aviators, as if he’s trying to read your mind.

“There’s a plaza,” Cody says, looking back to the road. “It’s a little further past the grocery store. They have a ton of shops there, I’m sure you’d be able to find what you’re looking for there. If you’d like, I can drop you off to get whatever you need while I pick up the food. Would that be cool?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “That’s fine.”

After a few moments, Cody pulls onto a parking lot and you begin to read the signs of what shops are located in the plaza. Dior, Balmain, Versace, Cartier.

“Woah, this seems…” you look at Cody. “I wasn’t talking about stuff like this. This place looks expensive. Just a regular mall—”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Cody interrupts, parking the truck in a spot at the back of the lot. “I’m sure there’s a place in here that has just the kind of clothes you’re looking for.” You watch as he takes his wallet from the center console, pulling out several hundred dollar bills before holding them out to you.

“Cody that’s, like, a thousand dollars,” you say, pushing his hand away from you.

“I can give you my credit card instead. I want you to get whatever you want, babe. Whatever you need.”

“But, Cody—”

“Come here,” he says, beckoning your closer with a crook of his finger. You both lean in towards one another, resting your weight on the console. His free hand gently grasps your jaw to keep you in place, your eyes locked. “I know you’re fine taking care of yourself,” he says softly. “But you have got to let me take care of you sometimes, too. What's the point of having money if I’m not gonna spend it? Especially on you.”

“Fine,” you sigh, allowing him to place the money in your hand. Before you pull away, Cody’s grip on you tightens, keeping you close so he can place a kiss on your lips.

“Good girl,” he mutters. “I’ll bring you up to the door.” He relaxes back into his seat, pulling from the parking space and waiting in the traffic of the aisle. “Did you know that my favorite color is yellow?” Cody asks, suddenly. When you look at him in confusion, he looks back at you, a small grin on his lips; you finally catch what he’s implying.

“Yellow’s a nice color,” you nod. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good,” Cody nods, pulling the truck up to the entrance of the plaza. “Take your time, no rush at all. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

“Okay,” you reply, slipping the money into your bag. You lean back across the console, giving Cody another kiss before opening the door and exiting the truck. “I love you,” you say.

“I love you, too, baby girl.”

———

When you arrive at Cody’s house, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, leaving Cody to begin the process of cooking. Once alone in the bathroom, you pull the yellow lingerie from the bag you got from the plaza. While yellow has never been a color that you frequently found yourself wearing, you have to admit that as you look at your reflection in the mirror, you like the way the bright colored lace looks. You pull your jeans and shirt on once again to keep some element of surprise, before heading down the stairs towards the kitchen.

You take a sip of your water as you watch Cody across the kitchen from where you sit on the counter. He’s stirring a pot of sauce on the cooktop, his face remarkably focused for such a simple task. You have to stifle a laugh but smile wider at the sight.

“It’s not polite to stare, ya’know,” Cody says, not looking up from his work. “If you aren’t careful, I’ll have to come over there and teach you a lesson.” With this, he shoots a glance to you, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“I was just thinking about how you look so much better without that horrible mustache you had when we first met,” you reply, gesturing to his face, earning a laugh from Cody. “And as much as I miss your dark hair, the blond has sort of grown on me…the neck tattoo, though, I don’t know. It does make me want to bite your neck. Was that the idea for the placement? Sort of a target?” Cody sets the spoon down and crosses towards you, his jaw clenched as if he is irritated. When he comes to a stop in front of you, standing in between your legs, he sets his hands on the counter on either side of you.

“Babe,” he begins, deeply. “You’re making it difficult for me to keep my hands off of you right now. I was planning on this being a nice, romantic dinner, but if you keep throwing me looks, and running your mouth, I’m gonna spread you out on the table instead. You know how long we’ve been waiting to do this.” He drops his gaze from your face to look between your bodies, before pulling in a deep breath and looking back to you. “Once I get a taste of you, I won’t wanna stop,” he whispers. “And then that just spoils the delicious dinner I’ve been making for us.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, leaning in and giving him a soft kiss. “I didn’t mean to distract you.” He chuckles quietly, giving your thighs a quick squeeze as he moves back toward the cooktop.

“You’re such a tease,” he muttered. “Just over here trying to cook a fuckin’ nice dinner, and you’re getting my dick hard.” You laugh, taking another sip of your water. “Did you have fun today?” he asks, changing the subject.

“It was okay,” you reply, nonchalantly. Cody’s head snaps up, confusion in his eyes. “I'm just kidding,” you laugh. “I had a great time. I love spending time with you. Being able to be out with you…holding hands, being cute…I loved it.”

“Good,” he nods, setting the spoon down again to turn towards you. “And now you’ve got me for the whole weekend. We can do whatever you want.”

“Did you just tell me that I can do whatever I want to you?” you ask, with a teasing grin.

“Now, babe,” he says, smirking while he shakes his head. “You know better than that.” He turns the stove knobs to a lower setting before he crosses the kitchen to stand between your legs once again. “Who’s in charge?” he whispers.

“You are, daddy,” you respond.

“That’s right,” he grins, leaning in towards you. His gaze falls to your mouth, the faintest smirk still on his lips, before he pulls his attention back to your eyes. “But because daddy likes to treat his baby girl right,” he begins, grabbing onto your hips and yanking you forward to the edge of the counter. “We’ve got a few minutes…”

He smirks, pulling you from the counter so you can stand before him; he walks you towards the sofa, sitting down and pulling you to straddle his lap. Before Cody can speak, you grind against his lap, feeling how he’s already getting hard under his gray shorts.

“Don’t be a tease,” he warns. “C’mere.” You dip your head down and press your lips to his, allowing the man to deepen the kiss. His hands grip your thighs tightly, helping you grind down against him, both of you moaning in response. As his hands begin to slip up the sides of your shirt, fingers digging into your skin, you kiss down his cheek towards his neck. “Careful,” Cody mumbles, as your teeth scrape against his neck.

“Didn’t you say I could leave marks?” you breathe against his skin, dragging your tongue slowly along the outline of his tattoo.

“I did,” he replies. “And you can…but if you get me going—”

“You won’t want to stop,” you tease, echoing his words from earlier. “Promises, promises.” You bite his neck, listening to the groan he lets out as he grabs hold of your hips, pulling you tighter against him.

“You’re…” Cody speaks through his teeth, fingers digging into your skin so hard you’re sure he’s going to leave bruises. It drives you to bite his neck again, this time harder, which causes Cody to react. His arms wrap around your frame, flipping the two of you over so he has you pinned down on the sofa. “What did I tell you?” he whispers, settling on top of you, between your thighs. “Hm? At the hotel…what did I promise you?”

“You said a lot of stuff,” you tease. Cody takes your hands in his, lacing your fingers and pinning your arms to the sofa above your head.

“Have you gotten sassier?” he asks. “I said I was gonna make you mine. Remember that?” He leans towards your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, closing your eyes and grinding against Cody. He maneuvers to hold both of your wrists with one hand, taking his now free hand to cup your breast over your shirt. “Fuck,” you whisper, pulling your knees around his waist as Cody continues to bite your neck.

As Cody’s hand starts to bunch up your shirt, fingers brushing against your skin, he stops suddenly, pulling back from you so he can sit up on his knees. For a moment, you’re not sure what he’s doing, until you smell the burning coming from the kitchen.

“Goddamnit!” Cody exclaims, vaulting from the sofa, and scrambling towards the kitchen. You listen for a moment from your place on the sofa, hearing clanging and slamming, mixed with Cody swearing in anger. “Motherfucker,” he groans.

Hurrying into the kitchen, you find Cody standing in front of the cooktop, waving a chopping board to fan the smoke away from the burnt roast he had just removed from the oven, pausing briefly to turn the range hood higher. You bite your lip, keeping yourself from laughing as you watch the aggravated look on Cody’s face. After a moment, once the smoke has dissipated, Cody tosses the cutting board onto the counter top, and turns off the hood. With a loud sigh, he places his hands on his hips, staring at the ruined food.

You feel a laugh building up, and though you try to stifle it, a slightly choked breath comes out. Cody’s back is still facing you, but you can see the way his posture changes. He turns his head so you can now see his profile, and the scowl on his face is still noticeable.

“Did you say something?” he mutters.

“No,” you reply.

“That’s funny,” he begins. “Because it sounded like…you were laughing.” You part your lips, prepared to defend yourself but Cody continues. “What is it?” Cody asks, turning around to face you fully now. His face has relaxed, but his eyes are lit up, something devious hidden within them, something playful. “Are you nervous because now that the food is burnt…that means there’s nothing keeping me from fucking you until you’re begging me to stop?”

You are so focused on Cody’s eyes piercing through you that you don’t realize he’s walking closer to you. When he’s just a few feet from you, the urge to run overtakes you, so you turn on your heel and dash through the house, laughing in delight. You can hear Cody running behind you, but you’re certain he’s intentionally letting you get away, likely running slower than he normally would, just to play with you.

You’re halfway up the stairs when Cody, still hot on your trail, catches your leg with his hand, causing you to stumble forward onto your hands and knees. As you make contact with the stairs, you’re thankful that they are carpeted, but you quickly flip onto your back so you can see Cody.

“Where d’you think you’re going, huh?” he breathes out, slowly walking up the stairs towards you. “Running away from me like that.” With a smirk on your face, you scoot up the stairs, still trying to get away from him. “My good girl likes to be bad sometimes, hm?” he continues with a devilish grin spreading across his lips.

As you reach the top of the stairs, you lock eyes with Cody, and pull your shirt over your head to toss to the side. His smile grows wider, even more devious, as he braces both of his hands on the railing and the wall on either side of of the staircase.

“Damn,” Cody whispers. “Yellow is your color, babe.” His head tilts to the side, finding your gaze. “But I hope you don’t think that’s gonna make me take it easy on you,” he adds. “In fact…” He trails off, taking another step up to be closer, leaning in towards you.

As Cody’s face is now next to yours, close enough so you can feel his breath on your lips, you feel your own breathing hitch. Cody’s fingers make find your jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and dragging down the zipper. Keeping eye contact with you, he uses both hands to work your jeans down your legs and throws them to join your shirt on the stairs.

“All lace…” he breathes, looking down at your clenched legs, and gently pushing your knees apart to get a glimpse between your thighs. “I’ll bet you drenched straight through ‘em, huh?” He reaches between your thighs, slowly rubbing his thumb over your damp panties.

“Cody,” you whimper, your body lurching slightly at the sudden contact. He grins at you, bringing his thumb to his lips and licking the taste of you from his skin.

“What was it that got you so worked up?” he asks, dropping onto his knees on a lower stair so that he’s eye level with your panties. “You liked getting chased?” You nod slowly, watching Cody leaning in between your thighs, with his eyes still on your face. “Of course you did,” he chuckles, his breath blowing out across your already flushed skin. “Daddy’s bad girl.”

Your eyes stay on Cody as he gets closer and closer to you until finally you feel his breath blowing over you through your soaked panties. Without warning, Cody’s tongue presses against your panties, near your entrance, licking all the way up to your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, spreading your thighs wider. Cody chuckles against you, sucking gently on your clit through the soft lace of your panties. “Cody,” you whine, pressing your hand to the back of his head in an effort to pull him closer.

“Mhm,” he hums against you, pulling from between your thighs, licking his lips. “If this wasn’t our first time, I’d fuck you right here on these stairs.” He climbs up the stairs so he is now kneeling between your legs, eye level with you. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Anything you want, daddy,” you reply, as you grab Cody’s shoulders, pulling him towards you for a kiss. He chuckles against your lips, slipping an arm behind your back to pull your body flush against him, while his other hand grabs your thigh.

As he continues to kiss you, he tightens his hold on you, standing up from the stairs and lifting you up with him. A small gasp escapes your mouth, and you break the kiss to hold onto Cody more firmly.

“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he mumbles. “I’ve got you.”

Cody carries you towards the bedroom, gently dropping you onto the mattress. As he undresses to his briefs, he keeps his gaze on you, making sure you stay focused on him. After your eyes momentarily flit to his gray briefs, desperate to get an eyeful of just how hard he is, you find Cody smirking when you fix back on his face.

“What is it that you think about when you’re staring at me like that?” Cody asks, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs to draw your attention back to his hips.

“Right now…I’m thinking about earlier…” you mumble. Cody tugs his briefs down his legs to remove them and slowly starts to stroke his hand over his erection as he eyes you up.

“Yeah?” he asks, moving to the edge of the bed. “Which part? The part where you squirted all over me, or the part where you were deepthroating me?” A flush breaks out across your skin at the way Cody speaks, intentionally teasing you just because he can. “Both?” Cody chuckles. “Of course you were. You’ve been aching for this to happen for years.”

“Cody,” you whine, watching his hand still slowly working over himself. “Please, please just fuck me.” He smirks wider at your needy tone, moving onto the bed so he can kneel between your spread legs.

“You know I’m not letting you off that easily,” Cody replies, grasping your thighs to pry your legs even wider. His hands stay on your legs, but slide around towards your soaked panties, his fingers delicately rubbing your inner thighs as he goes. “You are so goddamn beautiful,” he mutters, pressing one hand on the mattress next to your head to brace himself as he leans in to kiss you softly.

Both of your hands maneuver quickly to his back, desperate to pull him against you, which he allows. As soon as your skin makes contact with his, you feel as though a spark ignites your whole body, causing you to pull your knees around his waist as if to beg him for more contact.

“Fuck,” Cody breathes into your mouth, as he gently grinds himself against your panties. He breaks the kiss, to your dismay, but sits back onto his haunches, eyeing the way you shift your hips impatiently.

Cody uses one hand to pull your panties to the side while the fingers of his other hand glide through your wetness, gathering as much as he can. The whimper you release is not of your own accord, which causes a grin to spread across Cody’s face. Your eyes lock onto his hand, his fingers dripping with your juices, as he uses it to coat his length.

The words escape you, watching Cody stroke himself this way feeling almost too intimate for you to handle and briefly, you begin to pull your thighs together. Cody, feeling your legs tighten around him, shakes his head.

“No, no,” he mumbles. “Look at me. Don’t get shy, baby girl, it’s just me and you.” With his fingers still hooked in the leg of your panties, he slides his erection into your panties, rubbing against your clit.

“Oh, God,” you whine, when Cody lets go of your panties. The material holds snug against the both of you now, keeping his cock pressed against your slick.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Cody breathes out, leaning over to brace himself on top of you to kiss you again. He gently rocks his hips so that he grinds the underside of his length against your clit inside of your panties. “Talk to me,” he says, kissing your cheek, along to your jaw.

“Fuck, daddy,” you whisper, closing your eyes and pressing your head against the pillows. “You’re so good at teasing me and working me up. You could get me off just like this.” Cody groans against your skin, biting your neck as he rocks his hips faster.

“I don’t want to get you off yet,” Cody says, kissing his way back to your mouth. “I want to feel you come…I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

Cody kisses you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth to deepen it, but he pulls back again too soon for your liking. This time, you grab him by the shoulders and pull him to you again so you can continue to kiss him. Cody chuckles against your lips, allowing you to be in control for the first time. He continues to grind himself against your clit, but pulls back just enough to drag the head of his cock to your entrance. You gasp into Cody’s mouth, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes.

You take the lead, sliding your hand between your bodies to wrap your fingers loosely around his shaft. Cody doesn’t break eye contact with you but his smirk falters when you tease the tip of his erection against your folds again. This time you help him finally ease inside of you, Cody taking over the action so he slowly pushes himself as deep as he can.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes out, closing his eyes so he can remain still for a moment. Your breaths are coming in quick pants as you try to adjust to his size. “You okay?” Cody asks, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You’re so fucking big,” you manage.

“Yeah? I can tell you’re not used to this, you’re squeezing me tight already.”

Cody stays still a few more moments, keeping his eyes locked with yours. The way Cody stretches you hurts the slightest bit, however, it only turns you on more; you’re sure Cody can see the effect he’s having on you and chooses to wait for you to acclimate.

“Fuck me,” you whisper. “Please, Cody…”

“God, that’s hot,” Cody mutters to himself.

Cody adjusts to pull your thighs around his waist, your feet pressed flat to the bed. He braces himself with his hands on the mattress, as he pulls his hips back slowly until only his tip is inside of you. He peers down between your bodies, watching as he sinks back inside of you achingly slow. The soft moan that Cody lets out as he feels you stretch around him sends a shiver through your body, causing you to tighten your knees around his waist.

As though he senses your eagerness, Cody begins to move his hips a little faster, maintaining eye contact with you as he does so. The grin spreads wider across his face as he scoots himself closer to you, rocking into you a little faster as he lower his hands brace on either side of your waist. You hook your legs around his waist, urging him deeper each time he thrusts and panting out a few obscenities under your breath.

Cody drops his head to kiss you again, quickly working towards your neck to leave some bites in his wake. He becomes so focused on what his mouth is doing, his thrusts begin to slow. You watch as he kisses down to your lace clad breasts, swirling his tongue around your nipple.

“Cody,” you whimper, pressing your hand on the back of his head to keep him in place while he keeps slowly fucking you. Cody takes the hint and sucks on your nipple through the lace. You buck your hips against his motions, letting out a desperate groan. “C’mon, Cody,” you plead when Cody’s mouth moves to torture your other nipple. “Fuck me harder.”

“Baby girl,” he says, his hot breath blowing out against the now wet lace that covers your nipple. “I’ll give you everything you need…you have to be patient.” He gives your nipple a quick, teasing bite, making you yelp and buck your hips again.

“I wanna see you,” you murmur, pressing your hand to his shoulder so you can push him back. Cody chuckles, keeping himself buried inside of you as he sits up on his knees and presses a hand against your hip to keep you in place.

You watch him as he runs his free hand through his hair as he starts rolling his hips to resume his previous pace. You’re sure he’s not trying to look quite as sexy as he does at the moment, and you want to kick yourself for how silly it sounds in your mind. Still, your eyes are taking in every inch of him as he pins your hip to the bed and fucks you steadily.

“Let’s get rid of these,” Cody mumbles, using both hands to rip your panties off of you. It makes you gasp, the action catching you off guard, and you briefly think about complaining that he’s ruined your new panties, even though he paid for them. “I’ll buy you more, don’t worry,” he chuckles, noticing the look on your face. “Trust me, as good as they looked on you, I’ll buy you one in every fucking color.”

Cody makes his thrusts more languid, making sure he gets deeper each time, so decide to give him a bit of a show. Reaching down between your legs, you trace around your folds and allow your fingertips to tease over the base of Cody’s erection as he continues to thrust. A soft exhale escapes Cody’s lips, his eyes trained on your face as if he’s trying to figure out your next move.

Once your fingertips are wet, you bring them to your lips, licking the taste of yourself from them. Cody hums in approval, his grip on your hip tightening. Your free hand cups one of your breasts, kneading it and playing with your nipple, still keeping your eyes on Cody.

“Let me see,” Cody mumbles, tugging at the strap of your bra to slip it down your shoulder. You do as instructed, slipping your arms out of the straps so you can pull the cups off of your breasts. “Keep touching yourself,” Cody instructs, thrusting more forcefully, a slapping sound beginning to ring through the air.

You continue to follow Cody’s instructions, cupping your breasts and toying with your nipples while you watch between your bodies. Cody rolls his hips against you, both of his hands now holding onto your hips to keep you steady while his movements become faster.

“You’re fucking me so good, daddy,” you whine, your voice needier than you thought possible feeling the familiar tightening in your stomach. “I think I’m gonna come already…”

“Already?” Cody teases. “Fuck, it’s that easy with you?”

As you part your lips, preparing to defend yourself, Cody begins to rub his thumb on your clit. You gasp, your body lurching from the contact, and you grab Cody’s forearms. He smirks wider, breathlessly, fucking you harder as he continues to tease your clit.

“Jesus, you’re fucking tight,” Cody moans, leaning his head back to pull in a deep breath. “C’mon, baby, come for me. Let me feel it.”

You dig your nails into Cody’s forearms, desperate to work your hips to meet his quick thrusts, but he has you pinned down so forcefully, you are unable to move. His thumb works faster over your clit, sending you hurtling towards your climax.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…I’m…”

Your climax hits you hard, tremors rolling through your body as Cody doesn’t relent with his actions. You kick your feet slightly against the mattress, heels digging in, trying to wiggle away from Cody as you feel yourself become overstimulated. Your grip on his forearms tighten, nails digging into his skin.

Momentarily you wonder what you must look like beneath Cody, moaning with tears stinging at your eyes, your legs pulling tighter around him, body trembling. Cody, who is letting out his own needy groans, starts to slow very slightly, his eyes locking on your face. As a tear rolls down your cheek, you can see Cody’s concern, but you shake your head quickly, biting your lip.

“Choke me, daddy,” you beg, not recognizing the sound of your own voice. “I wanna come again. Make me your good girl.”

“Yeah?” Cody asks, wasting no time in wrapping his fingers around your throat. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You, daddy,” you choke out.

Cody’s fingers tighten around your throat, cutting off your air as he pounds into you harder and sloppier. One of your hands trembles as you reach to rub your clit, desperate to climax again. Your other hand still grasps Cody’s forearm, making sure he doesn’t pull away too soon.

“You’re gonna come again, huh?” Cody pants. “I can tell. You always get off this fast or is it just because daddy’s doing it right? Choking you until you get off?” Your jaw goes slack, feeling your second climax beginning to creep up in your stomach. “That’s it,” he mutters. “Come for me again, baby. That’s my good girl.”

As soon as your climax starts to hit you, Cody releases his grip on your throat and you let out a strangled moan, followed by more desperate, obscene moans. You had never heard yourself sound so whiny and needy, and it almost embarrasses you, but you see Cody’s reaction - he loves it. He leans over you, pressing against you and helping you wrap your legs around him by holding onto your thighs. He again fucks you through your climax, your voice growing hoarse for the borderline screams you’re releasing.

“Where do you want it?” Cody breathes against your ear, fucking you harder, deeper than you thought possible, your orgasm still rolling though your body and clouding your thoughts.

“My pussy,” you rasp. “Come in my pussy, daddy. Fill me up.” Cody growls, the pace of his hips uncontrollable as he pushes to his own climax.

Your body almost becomes numb as you feel what you’re sure is another orgasm working though you. Cody finishes inside of you, the sensation unlike anything you’ve felt before. You bite his shoulder to muffle your moans, scraping your nails down his back. Cody’s moans ring in your ears; vulnerable and sexy, one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard.

You’re overstimulated, your body shaking of its own accord, and you want to shove Cody off you to get a break. However, he slows his thrusts until he finally stops, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he relaxes on top of you.

“Jesus Christ,” you mumble, threading your fingers through his short hair while your other arm wraps around his shoulders.

“I’m not just saying this…but that was probably the best I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah?” you chuckle breathlessly.

“Mhm,” he hums, slowly pulling back enough to kiss you. The kiss differs from what he just did to you — soft and tender compared to rough and relentless. When the kiss ends, he gently pulls out of you, but maneuvers to sit on his haunches again. “That’s a beautiful sight,” he mumbles, peering between your thighs, fixated on the way his come seeps from your overworked sex.

When Cody softly touches your folds, your body jerks, but he uses his free hand to soothingly rub your thigh. Cody’s fingers gently work into your entrance, pushing back everything that has dripped out. You whine, shifting your hips, body still overstimulated. When he retracts his hand, you take hold of his wrist, tugging him closer so you can lick his fingers clean.

“Mmm,” Cody hums, kissing you once you finish. “I wish I could have had you that night at the arcade. I would have danced with you in your room, and held you until you fell asleep. I wish it wouldn’t have taken us so long to get here.”

“It’s okay,” you nod, emotions beginning to get the better of you. “We’re here, that’s what matters.” He grins widely, nodding his head in response.

After giving you another quick kiss, he gets up from the bed and leaves the room for a few moments. You want to follow, but your body feels like it’s made of concrete, weighing you into the mattress. You instead close your eyes, reliving the last few days in your mind as you try to figure out how you got so lucky.

“Baby girl?” Cody’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you find him standing beside the bed in a tank top and shorts. “I think you fell asleep for a second,” he laughs softly, scooping you from the bed and carrying you down the hallway into the bathroom. You notice the bathtub is filling up with water, the scent of roses in the air, presumably from the bubble bath that Cody had added. “Here,” he says, gently setting you back onto your feet so you can hold onto his shoulders to steady yourself. “The temperature should be perfect. I got the bubble bath from the grocery so it’s probably not the best, but it’ll do for now.” You smile up at him, nearly getting lost in his eyes as he gently removes your bra. “Take a bath, relax,” he continues. “I’ll see what I can scrape together for dinner. And then we can cuddle up and watch a movie like old times. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like I’m in love with you,” you reply.

“I hope so, because you’re stuck with me now.” You share a small laugh before Cody kisses you once more, this time deeper and with more passion. After a moment, he breaks away and lets out a deep sigh. “I can’t get worked up again,” he mutters. “Neither of us will ever leave the house if that happens. Besides, we still have time before we have to fly out for the next show. We should conserve our strength.”

“Good point,” you nod with a laugh. Cody helps you into the bath and you almost immediately feel your body begin to relax. He crouches down beside the tub, cupping your jaw to rub his thumb across your bottom lip.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.”

With one more quick kiss, Cody exits the bathroom, switching the light off to allow the two candles on the sink to illuminate the space. You rest your head back against the tub, staring up at the ceiling as you think further back to the start of your friendship with Cody. Everything else seems like a waste of time, and you kick yourself for not admitting your feelings sooner. However, you think, tonight was a step in the direction to make up for lost time.

So, as you know, or don't, an employee got fired from Starbucks and they posted all the recipes online =)

part 1/2

Three "I love you" gone in the wind

And I suppose it's my last chance to say it... Rose Tyler, I- (Doctor Who, 2006)

John, there's something I should say - I meant to say always and I never have. Since it's unlikely we'll ever meet again I might as well say it now... (Sherlock, 2014)

I... (Good Omens, 2023)

I finally finished the Good Omens WIP I started writing 2 years ago! The first chapter, "Just Some Poses for This One Scene", is on AO3, and the following 6 chapters will be posted twice a week, on Wednesdays and Saturdays (except the last chapter is going to be posted on Friday 12th of May, because I don't want to compete with the Eurovision Finale.)

This fic is rated Explicit and it's around 17.9K words.

post mortem | series masterlist

Six thieves gather hostages and lock themselves in the Royal Mint of Spain - a criminal mastermind by the alias of the Dragon manipulates the police to buy them enough time to print money. (money heist au)

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader, Aemond Targaryen x Reader, and Aegon Targaryen x Reader.

Part One: Slaughterhouse Part Two: Little Lamb Part Three: Festival

I would let this man do unspeakable things to me in that outfit.

Just Like Heaven (part one)

pairing: pedro pascal x fem!reader

a/n: this is just the prelude to pure filth

warnings: NSFW 18+ (minors DNI), age gap relationship (pedro is his current age, reader is in their twenties—if you don’t like it, don’t read it!), mentions of alcohol/marijuana use, public makeout vibes, public oral m/receiving, over all cute vibez

words: 3.6k

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song inspo

The hot summer breeze travelled through the hole-in-a-wall bar you and your friends came to every Friday night without fail, the owner a frugal elderly man who refused to purchase a functioning air conditioner. The heat wasn’t much of a problem, though, or at least not anymore. You’d gotten acclimated the more your group began to frequent the tiny spot, learning to wear less so that you could stay out longer. Tonight’s outfit was proof of your evolution, a tiny pair of old Levi jeans that you cut into shorts last summer and hand-crocheted halter top the only thing keeping you modest. Your friends were all dressed equally scandalously as they stood scattered across the room, except for your closest friend, Andrew, who remained firmly planted beside you.

“It’s extra packed tonight. I wonder where all these fuckers came from.” He leaned his elbow against the bar counter beside you, looking out on the tiny dance floor, laughing at two of your male friends slow dancing with two elderly women to a honky-tonk love song. You turned around to watch the spectacle, letting a chuckle fall from your lips as you shook your head at them.

“They’ll never be able to listen to ‘Baby Blue’ again.” You turned back to the counter and lifted your Corona bottle to your lips, taking a gulp of the cold beer in attempt to cool yourself down from the inside.

“Why aren’t you out there, yet? It’s unlike you to be so well-behaved.” He glanced down at you, watching as you gave him a mocking look.

“I’m avoiding making a fool of myself tonight.” You spoke quietly, subtly gesturing down the bar at the handsome mustached man who sat in a group of couples, all alone. Andrew followed your gesture until he saw who you were pointing to. He surprised you with a boisterous and sudden laugh, making you whip your head over to glare at him. He covered his mouth and shook his head, red from his amusement. “What? Go on and say it.”

“Y/N, you know I love you, right?” He began, giggling as he watched your head tilt and scowl grow. “But he’s a bit old, don’t you think?”

“No, I don’t think.” You mocked and sipped your drink before subtly glancing over at the man, shocked to see him looking back. You choked on your beer and turned your back to him, choking and coughing as you faced Andrew. He only furrowed his brows at you as you attempted to breathe, making you shake your head.

“Oh shit, he’s coming over. Do you need a mint? Of course you do. Fuck, where’s Sarah? She always has mints.” He began searching his pockets in panic, making you laugh hysterically, still not completely able to breathe. “Fuck! He looks rich. Alright, listen. I can’t help you, but you’ve got this.”

“Wha—where are you going?” You asked in a laugh, holding your hands out as you watched him scurry off to one of your friends.

“I didn’t mean to scare your friend off.” You heard a new voice from behind you, just a hint of an accent woven into his words. You took a few quick breaths before turning around, giving him a playful smile.

“Do you want me to call him back for you?” You asked, wanting to test the waters in case he was interested in Andrew instead. He smiled at you widely and shook his head, his eyes looking deeply into yours. You had to look away, the intensity mixing with the alcohol, causing a bright red flush to cover your cheeks.

“I didn’t come over to talk to him.” He shrugged and took a seat beside you, gesturing for you to join him. You gave him a skeptical grin as you pulled the metal barstool across the linoleum tile, sitting down beside him in silence. He kept his grin on the entire time, glancing down at the table as he ran his fingertips over the scratches in the wood. “I’m Pedro.”

“Hi, Pedro. I’m Y/N.” You slid your hand off the table and held it out for him, watching as he chuckled before shaking it a few times.

“You have a very pretty name, Y/N.” He nodded and looked away again, seemingly losing touch with his earlier confidence. His bashfulness didn’t faze you, though, since you never had a problem with being direct.

“Do you want to know why I was staring at you?” You asked, leaning forward a bit as you adjusted your knees to connect with his. He lifted his eyes back to you and nodded, a smirk on his lips as he tilted his head. “I was trying to figure out why you were all alone. You’re a good looking guy—“

“That’s what my mom always said.” He interrupted with a grin, shocking you at his playfulness.

“Why’d you come over?” You decided to ask, watching as Pedro lifted himself off the counter and sighed. He shook his head with a grin before exhaling a breathy laugh.

“Because I’m a flirt, or at least I used to be.” He tilted his head back and forth as he used a mocking tone, making you chuckle at his child-like personality, not at all what you were expecting. He carried himself so casually, not seeming to take life too seriously. “I didn’t realize you looked like that! But you do and now I’m shy.”

“Are you ever not smiling?” You changed the subject again, eyes glued to his lips as he widened his grin, a laugh slipping out.

“You’re intimidating.” He confessed after a moment, laughing at his own internal panic as you managed to keep your “cool” facade up. “What are you doing in an old-man-bar like this? Aren’t you supposed to be at the club or something? Or is this the new thing amongst your generation?”

“Yeah, we all have just decided clubs are creepy and dive bars are in.” You quipped sarcastically, earning another authentic laugh. You shrugged as he continued to watch you, reaching for your beer to have another sip. “No, my friends and I just like coming here because it’s usually so empty that we get the whole place to ourselves.”

“Smart. Clubs are creepy.” He lifted his beer to clink with yours, the two of you maintaining eye contact as you took a sip. His bottom lip glistened from the beer as he set his bottle back down, his tongue sweeping over it. “Wait, I’m not being a creep, am I? You can totally just spit in my face if I am.”

“No, you’re not. I’m probably the creep for gawking at you all night.” You watched as he gave you a smitten grin, his eyes darting across your features. “I’m just going to be direct and tell you that I think you’re so hot.”

“Tu hablas español?” He asked in a lower tone, making a grin appear on your face as you nodded. “Quieres salir conmigo a fumar un porro?” [Do you want to come with me to smoke a joint?]

“Sí.” You replied simply, watching as he smirked and stood up, holding his hand out for you to take. He walked you to his group of friends, leaning down to whisper into his very familiar looking friend’s ear. His friend glanced back at you with an amused smile and whispered something to Pedro, giving you a bit of anxiety. You let go of Pedro’s hand, causing him to look at you as you stared off into space, trying to calm your nerves.

“Y/N, está mi amigo, Oscar. Él es mi guardaespaldas está noches.” [Y/N, this is my friend, Oscar. He’s my bodyguard tonight.] He brought your attention back to him as he gestured for his friend, the bearded man smiling and waving at you. You quickly placed not only Oscar’s face, but Pedro’s as well. Giving the familiar actor a kind smile, you felt your skin grow hotter as Pedro slipped his arm over your shoulder, letting it dangle as he more openly chatted with his friend. “Nosotros a vamos afuera a fumar.” [We’re going to go outside to smoke.]

“Tener cuidado. No te dejes arrestar.” [Be careful. Don’t get arrested.] He warned Pedro with a kidding look, glancing at you again before turning back around. Pedro let his arm drop from your shoulder, his warm palm ghosting over the skin of your shoulder blade as he pushed the back door of the bar open.

“Do you normally get up to a lot of trouble on your nights out?” You asked with a smirk as you both stood under the yellow street light, Pedro pulling a joint out of his shirt pocket and lighting it. His cheeks hollowed as he inhaled deeply, your eyes studying the way his brows furrowed and forehead creased. He handed you the joint and turned his head to exhale the smoke so that it didn’t hit your face.

“No,” He drew out his response with a grin, taking his turn watching as you puffed the joint with ease. “I just like to run off without telling anyone.”

“Mm, is that all?” You asked sarcastically, a smirk playing on your face as you leaned back against the brick wall. It was such a hot night that even the brick around you offered no cooling relief, the wall still warm from basking in the summer sun all day.

“What about you? Are you a troublemaker?” He asked, closing the gap between you a bit as he stepped closer. Though there was still plenty of space between you, you felt a flush form on your cheeks at the feeling of being pinned to the wall by him. Pedro reached up and stroked a fallen strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear as he tilted his head at you.

“I’ve been known to…spice up the night.” You jokingly played down your reputation, making him chuckle as he continued his intense study of your face. You chuckled and looked down at the pavement beneath you, feeling the effects of both substances you’d taken in tonight. It was a sinful combination, alcohol and weed, and it only made you want to do naughty things to the beautiful man in front of you. You lifted your eyes back to his and licked your lips, hooking your fingers into his belt loops and pulling him flush against your body. Pedro’s free hand cupped the back of your neck as you pressed your lips against his, but the kiss felt hesitant on his part. You quickly broke away from him, panting as you turned your head and pushed him away gently.

“Did I…did I do something?” He asked with laced brows as you avoided his stare, stomach turning as you began to feel like an idiot. “Y/N?”

“It didn’t seem like you…wanted to.” You finally responded, looking back to him as he chuckled darkly, looking into the distance while taking a drag of the joint. You scoffed at his amusement, standing up off the wall and reaching for the door handle to the bar. “Asshole.”

“Princesa, no.” He grabbed your hand and quieted his amusement, giving you a mixture of a pleading frown and a grin. “I only hesitated because you’re so much younger than me. I just don’t want to come off wrong.”

“I’m a grown woman fully capable of deciding who I want to fuck.” You sassed, rolling your eyes at him. Pedro gave you a look of surprised delight at your attitude, his smile returning as he silently drew you back into his charm. You sighed and let go of the door, slipping your arms over his shoulders. Pedro smiled as he slipped the joint between your lips, leaning down to kiss your neck as you took another hit.

“You want to fuck me? Hm? Did I hear that right?” He mumbled against your skin as you breathed out the smoke, a dark chuckle slipping out of your mouth along with it.

“Is that what I said?” You smirked at your own coyness before feeling his hands grip on your ass. You gasped and giggled at the sudden aggression, watching as Pedro lifted his eyes to meet yours, smiling as he studied your response to his action. “Do you want to fuck me, Pedro?”

“More than I want to admit.” He joked as he leaned in to your lips, his arms traveling up to your waist to hold you in a tight embrace. This was the kiss you expected from him—hungry, passionate, and almost painful. You felt more desired than you’d ever felt as his lips worked against yours in a series of sloppy motions. Pedro pulled away from you, resting his forehead against yours as you caught your breath. “Fuck. I keep forgetting we’re in public.”

“Who cares?” You asked, your hands reaching up to your neck to untie your crocheted top, letting it fall to your waist as you exposed your breasts to him in the open night air. Pedro’s lips parted as his eyes remained glued to your breasts, his head shaking. You bit your lip as he looked back to your face, a grin growing on his lips as he shook his head at you.

“Who cares…my publicist, for sure.” His words contradicted his actions as he reached to palm your breasts, his thumbs stroking your sensitive nipples as he leaned back in to kiss you just once, licking his lips to taste you. “Come with me to my place tonight.”

“Hmm…I think I’ll need a preview, first.” Your fingers unbuttoned his jeans as you kneeled down to the pavement, looking up at him with innocent eyes. Pedro’s lips were formed in an ‘o’ shape as he watched you unzip him, skillfully taking out his half-hardened cock while never breaking eye contact. “Can I taste you?”

“You can do whatever the fuck you want with me, baby.” He stroked your face as you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his thick head, your hand pumping his shaft as you bobbed and sucked leisurely. You weren’t trying to make him finish, you more-so wanted to…feel him out. “Fuck. You said I was trouble…you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Y/N!” Your intimate moment was interrupted by the door flying open, Andrew drunkenly stumbling in on your very vulnerable moment. He quickly covered his eyes and turned around, walking into the brick wall. “Shit. My bad!”

“So close. Just a step to the right.” Pedro contained his laughter as he guided your friend to the doorway, all while helping you up off your knees and tucking himself away. You buried your face in Pedro’s chest, more embarrassed than you’d ever been. He rubbed your back and soothed you as he giggled at your friend finally making his way back into the bar. Once you were alone again, he lifted your head up from his chest, grinning at your embarrassed pout. He lifted your top up to cover your breasts and spun you around so that he could tie it back up, snickering every now and again.

“That was mortifying.” You groaned as you turned back around, resting your forehead against his sternum. Pedro lifted your head with a finger on your chin and smiled down at you, completely smitten.

“Come home with me.” He asked again, his voice soft. You nodded in silence, a grin on your face as he leaned down to give you another brief but sultry kiss. “Let’s go back inside for a while. Make our rounds before we run off together.”

“Wouldn’t want Oscar Isaac coming after me.” You joked as you laced your fingers with his, your free hand holding onto his bicep as you walked in like a couple. Pedro kissed your forehead as you both separated to say goodbye to your respective friend groups. Oscar whistled for your attention as you began to walk off, smiling at you widely and giving you a friendly wave. You waved back and gave him a smile, accidentally catching Pedro seemingly gushing about you to Oscar and his partner. When Pedro saw that you were watching, he blushed and rolled his eyes, flipping you off.

“Hey, Y/N, come back!” Oscar called and you chuckled, walking over to the group. You stood across from Pedro at the table, giving him a quick smirk before looking at his friends. “Are you a murderer?”

“Excuse me?” You chuckled at Oscar’s question, watching in amusement as Pedro’s head fell to the table in embarrassment.

“Answer the question, kid.” He jokingly questioned you again, making Pedro groan dramatically.

“Uh, no. I’ve shown little to no signs of murderous tendencies.” You raised your hands in defense, smiling at Pedro as he lifted his head, smirking at you in a mixture of amusement and pride.

“Hmmm, define ‘little’.” Oscar stroked his beard and studied you, but you couldn’t help laughing.

“I am a reformed insect killer, but that’s about it.” Pedro laughed at your response, clearly too into you to care about the embarrassment of how protective his friend was being. “I promise, your boy is in safe hands.”

“Mmhm,” Oscar squinted as he watched you leave the group and go off to find your own finally. He leaned over to Pedro as you passed behind them, whispering. “She’s funny.”

“Oh, ho ho ho ho! You naughty girl.” Andrew squeezed you close as you walked up to your group of friends all finally gathered at the same table. You squirmed free from his grasp and swatted his stomach.

“Sucking dick in an alley?!” Your friend, Sarah, yelled in a whisper, making the group laugh. You covered your face and shook with laughter, embarrassed by the way they were hooting and hollering in the small bar. You glanced behind you at Pedro across the room. He quickly looked away once he saw you’d caught him watching you, grinning to himself as he tried to play it off. You turned back to your group with a smitten grin, flipping your hair.

“And I’m leaving now to go fuck him.” You wagged your finger at the group before flipping them off. “See ya later, bitches.”

“Be safe! Text me and shit!” Andrew called out as you practically skipped over to Pedro, slipping your hand into his back pocket and earning his attention.

“Ready?” He smirked down at you and you nodded, waving goodbye to his friends before leaving the hot bar together.

Pedro quickly ordered an uber as you stood outside together in front of the bar, a comfortable silence falling over you. With a click, he locked his phone and slid it into his jeans before looking over at you, that same cheeky grin on his face as he reached his hand out across the distance between you. “Come here.”

“What’s in it for me?” You grinned and accepted his hand, being pulled into his arms.

He was so warm, and although it was a hot night, you couldn’t keep yourself from wanting to snuggle closer and closer to his body heat. He smelled clean, a hint of a warm and spicy cologne lingering on the material of his shirt as you rested your face against his chest. Pedro began to sway you to the slow and muffled beat of the music inside the bar behind you.

“Are you trying to get me to slow dance with you?” You mumbled against his chest, feeling his laughter rumble.

“Yeah.” He replied simply, bringing a grin to your face. It seemed as though you had no say in the constant smile he had you wearing, though you didn’t mind in the slightest. “Are you going to break my heart, Y/N?”

“Yeah.” You mimicked his earlier response, making him laugh again, this time lifting you off his chest so that he could look at you.

“If you come home with me, I’m not just going to fuck you like you deserve,” He began, suddenly changing the mood to a more lustful and heavy one. He grabbed your neck and held you tight as he leaned to ghost his lips over yours as he spoke, a half-smile on his face. “I’m also going to treat you right…just like you deserve.”

“Oh yeah? Gonna let me stay the night and cook me breakfast in the morning?” You asked in a joking tone, watching as he squinted at you in confusion.

“Do the boys you normally fuck treat you so badly that you’re amazed by that?” He asked, unintentionally making your center throb. You stared up at him speechless, only watching as his look of confusion turned into an amused grin. “I’ll cook you breakfast…if you take care of lunch.”

“I’m so attracted to you. This is ridiculous.” Pedro laughed at your confession and pulled you back in to his embrace, kissing your forehead. You didn’t know what it was about him that was driving you so crazy, but every single thing he did and said made you want to fall into him and never recover.

“Let’s try and make it to the house.” He chuckled as he walked you to the car that pulled up, verifying the driver before climbing in the backseat with you. You cozied into his side as the car set off for his house, the music just loud enough to drown out a quiet conversation between you two.

“Not to be that girl, but…and I’m not expecting anything serious from this…well, I wouldn’t mind it—“ You struggled to word your thoughts properly, getting interrupted by your new lover.

“I’m not a one-night kind of guy.” He responded simply, lifting your hand that rested on his thigh up to his mouth and kissing it. “I like you, Y/N. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Okay.” You exhaled a chuckle and lifted your head, locking eyes with him before he grabbed your face and kissed you deeply. You held onto his wrist as you both made out at a leisurely pace, not in any rush. The night ahead of you was long, and you had a good feeling that this was only the tip of the iceberg between you two.

Just Like Heaven (part two)

previous chapter

pairing: pedro pascal x fem!reader

a/n: this is just porn lmao i need a cold shower

warnings: NSFW 18+ (minors DNI), age gap relationship (pedro is his current age, reader is in their twenties—if you don’t like it, don’t read it!), oral sex (m/f receiving), fingering, semi-rough!pedro, unprotected p in v sex, mild overstimulation, multiple orgasms (fem receiving), creampie, daddy kink!pedro, praise kink!reader, pedro’s super soft and gentle aftercare vibez of course

words: 2.8k

“Holy shit,” You chuckled in disbelief at Pedro’s “place” as your uber pulled up. Pedro helped you out of the car and smiled to himself as he held your hand, walking you up the stone path to his Hollywood Hills rental.

The home looked modern, though you could hardly see it from the long pathway. The lawn was decorated with big trees and lots of greenery, providing natural privacy to the estate. Pedro’s hand slipped from yours so that he could hold your waist as you walked, his fingers rubbing against your hipbone.

“What’s your last name, Pedro?” You asked in an amused voice, almost positive that you already knew who he was. Pedro chuckled and sighed as the two of you reached his front door.

“Balmaceda.” He glanced up at you with a smirk as he unlocked the door, gesturing for you to enter first. You stood in the darkness of his entryway as you waited for him to switch the lights on. When the click of the switch sounded, his entire home lit up, showing off the small mansion. “Tú quieres agua, amor?”

“No, I’m okay.” You blushed at his pet name for you as you followed him into the kitchen, surprised by the homey-ness. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“Yeah, down the hall. It’s the first door on the right.” He smiled and watched as you carefully followed his directions, completely under your spell.

He took a deep breath and downed his small glass of water, leaning against the counter. He wasn’t sure why he’d become so quickly enamored with you, having been in the game so long that he began to grow bored of his bachelor lifestyle. But you were a breath of fresh air for him. You were direct and confident, but also timid and kind. You made him laugh and made him feel as though he was the funniest man in the world. He’d been waiting what felt like a few lifetimes to find someone so interesting to him, and in a matter of a couple hours, you’d proved you were what he’d long been hoping existed.

“Is that a pool?” Your voice nearly made him jump as he stood basking in his new crush. He cleared his throat and nodded, holding his chest as he tried not to cough.

“Uh, yeah. Do you…want to go for a dip?” He asked, eyes raking over your form as you began to walk over to his glass patio doors.

“A skinny dip?” You suggested, looking over your shoulder with a raised eyebrow. Pedro stood up off the counter and followed you to the doors, his eyes glued to your hips as you walked outside towards the pool. Blue lights illuminated the water and cast a glow on the two of you as you got closer to it.

Pedro’s hands reached for your hips, turning you around to face him as you stood by the edge of the pool, his eyes dark with lust. You’d both been patient for long enough, but now you were all alone and all either of you could think about was ways to please the other. Pedro’s hands slid up your sides to your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps as they travelled higher. He didn’t say a word as he pulled on the two strings holding your top to your torso, untying it as you two kept eye tense contact. Your lips parted as his fingertips trailed up your spine to the nape of your neck, untying the last bit keeping your modesty, the beige crocheted top hitting the cement beneath you. Both pairs of eyes dropped to your bare chest, Pedro’s lips parting as his hands barely grazed the supple skin, his thumbs lightly running over your nipples.

“I haven’t wanted someone this bad in a very long time…actually, I may have never wanted anyone the way I want you.” He confessed in a whisper, his eyes reluctantly lifting from your chest and back to your face. You couldn’t help the breathy moan that escaped your lips at his eye contact, your body so full with desire that you had no control anymore.

Pedro bit his lip as he stepped back from you, undoing the buttons of his airy linen shirt as you stood in front of him speechless. You hadn’t expected such a toned physique from him, but you weren’t complaining—in reality, he could’ve looked like anything and you would’ve still been dripping wet for him because of his personality alone. You reached your hands out for his golden-toned chest, humming contently as you felt his warmth again.

Pedro was beginning to grow antsy, his fingers hooking into the waistline of your denim cut-offs and pulling you flush against his warm body. You smiled at his first real show of dominance, but quickly had your amusement wiped away when he dropped to his knees in front of you. He mimicked your earlier positioning as he unbuttoned your shorts, pulling them dow until they hit the ground. With a satisfied grin, he pressed a few wet kisses to your thighs, his fingers hooking into the band of your thong, pulling it down to join the rest of your clothes in a pile. He kissed up your body, avoiding the area you wanted his lips most, and stood back up to rid himself of his own bottoms, kicking them off and tossing them across the patio.

“You first.” He grinned and pointed at the water, breaking his sultry demeanor and returning to his childlike mischief that you’d grown to love so much. With a pinch to his behind, you jumped in, shocking him at your boldness.

The water felt cool, but not cold. It was more like a nice bit of refreshment from your all-night heat, both from the Californian summer air and the arousal Pedro kept stirring in you. You rose to the surface and combed your wet hair back and out of your face, looking up through wet eyelashes at Pedro standing in full nude at the edge of the pool. You bit your lip and swam over to him, resting your arms on the concrete of the edge as you grinned.

“The water’s just fine,” You suggested, watching as he chuckled and nodded, taking a deep breath before jumping in beside you. You giggled as you watched him rise to the surface, shaking his wet hair like a dog. You swam over to him and wrapped your arms and legs around his body, his arms hugging your waist close. For a moment, you’d both forgotten about your burning desire for each other and simply basked in the moment. He began spinning you around in the water, grinning at you as you leaned back and spread your arms out, gliding over the surface with giggles.

“I feel like time stopped,” He confessed as he stilled your bodies, carrying you over to the pool wall. You held his face in both your hands, stroking his lightly bearded cheeks as you smiled softly at him. He seemed too good to be true, and you needed another taste of him to make sure it wasn’t all a dream. You both crashed into each other without another word, your lips slowly and sloppily moving together as you held each other close. Pedro halted your makeout and mumbled against your lips. “I want to taste you, princesa.”

Without warning, he lifted you onto the edge of the pool, chills covering your skin as the breeze dried the water on your body. Your nipples hardened at the sudden coolness, much to Pedro’s delight as he stood between your open legs. He puckered his lips as though to coo at you, running his index finger through your wetness and back up to circle your clit. Your mouth fell open as you relished in the sudden relief of all your built-up arousal, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him as he worked you.

“You have such a pretty pussy, baby…” He praised as he slid his finger back down to your entrance, slowly prodding inside of you until you were acclimated to him. His mouth fell open as he curled his index finger up against the roof of your pussy, a gasping moan leaving your lips at the skillful pleasure he was delivering. “Ooo, does that feel good? Hm, let me hear you.”

“You feel…so good.” You panted and furrowed your brows as his pace began to speed up, a second digit entering you with ease. Pedro leaned over and flattened his tongue against your folds, flicking the tip across your clit as his fingers dug and tore into you. Your hands clawed at the concrete beneath you, your thighs beginning to shake as his assault on both ends of your clit grew more harsh.

“Fuuuuuuck, you taste so fucking sweet.” He pulled his lips away as your pussy began to clench, your orgasm slowly creeping up. You squealed and laid flat against the concrete, your back arching as he began to truly finger-fuck you. Pedro smiled proudly at his work as he caused your walls to squelch around his fingers, your moans now teetering on screams as the hardest orgasm of your life washed over you. “Yessss, that’s it. Squeezing my fucking fingers, baby.”

“Oh, fuck, daddy!” You weren’t even aware of what you said, let alone how Pedro would respond to it, but when you finally managed to open your eyes, Pedro was climbing out of the pool, helping you to your feet. Your legs shook as he walked you over to the lounge bed beside the pool, his hands nearly gripping into your flesh. You squealed as he pushed you onto the small bed on all fours. “What’s happ—ohhhhh!”

Pedro’s mouth was back on your center, lapping up the juices from his earlier success. His hands gripped your ass as he lifted his tongue to flick against your other entrance, eliciting a surprised gasp from you.

“Oh, fuck! I need you inside me, Pedro—“

“What’s my fucking name?” He demanded with a smack to your ass, making your head spin from the intense pleasure and pain.

“…Daddy,” You breathed out after a moment, making Pedro stop what he was doing as he could no longer tell whether or not you were into his roughness. He laid beside you on the bed and held your face in his hands, welcoming you to straddle his lap as he studied your expression with concern. You gathered yourself a bit and chuckle as you leaned down to kiss his lips. “Please don’t stop now. I want it and I can take it.”

“Take it for yourself. Show me you can make yourself cum on my dick.” He spoke in a softer voice as he petted your face, still managing to hold dominance even though he was giving you control. You felt your clit throb as you eagerly gripped his thick cock, lining it up and sinking down onto it slowly. Pedro’s lips formed an “o” as he held your hips, guiding you to slowly grind on him. “Fuck, yes. That’s my girl…ride me, princesa.”

“You feel so good, daddy…I’ve never been fucked like this…” You praised him as you began speeding up, his hands helping you to gather momentum as you rocked back and forth on his impressive length. Pedro growled in appreciation at your words, fighting the urge to flip you over and fuck you into the bed, but he wouldn’t—not yet, at least. Not until he got to see you cum for him like this, breasts bouncing, cheeks flushed pink, and water dripping down your torso.

“Mmm, I can feel you. You gonna cum for me? You gonna make yourself cum for me, baby?” He egged you on, reaching to hold your face as you began to shake on top of him, your eyes squeezing shut as you rode out your second orgasm.

“Pedro, oh my god! I can’t take any more…” You fell onto his chest and felt your heart pounding as he continued slowly thrusting up into you. His fingertips traced over the wet skin of your back as he kissed all over your face and shoulders until you came back to him.

“Can you give me one more? You can give me one more, baby, I know it.” He whispered in your ear as he held you, drawing you away from your overstimulation and back into your burning desire for him. You nodded slowly, your body exhausted from the pleasure but still greedy for more. “Good girl. How about you lay down for me?”

“Yes, daddy…” You obeyed and laid down on your back, Pedro positioning himself between your legs and sitting back on his ankles. You looked in between your legs as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your slit, his hands grasping at the flesh of your thighs.

“I want you to watch me fuck you.” He ordered, reaching to lift your chin with a finger so that you met his eyes. You felt like you might cry, your body not quite sure of how to process the euphoria he brought to you. With one slow thrust in, your walls squelched and squeezed his length, forcing a sinful moan to slip from his lips. “Fuck…”

“You look so good fucking me like this, daddy.” You praised, making him moan again as he found a steady rhythm. The tip of his cock felt so good scraping away at your g-spot, making your legs tremble as he held them over his shoulders like chopsticks. “Pedro…I’m going to…I…fuck…”

“I know, baby…it’s so good. You’re so good.” He praised as he began to reach his own climax, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and onto your legs as he pounded into you. “Where do you want me to—“

“Inside!” You begged as your climax reached its peak, your entire existence now revolving around keeping him inside you like this. “Stay inside me, Pedro…”

“Fuck, I shouldn’t.” His words contradicted his actions as he pounded into you faster, his cock twitching inside of you. He didn’t listen to his head and instead buried his cock deep inside you as he came. You watched as he fell on top of you, furrowing his brows as he panted and moaned against your chest. You rubbed his back gently as he came down, his heart pounding so hard that you felt it against your stomach. When he finally caught his breath, he lifted his head and began chuckling, shaking his head at you. “I’ve never done that before.”

“Neither have I.” You smiled at him as he leaned over to kiss you deeply, his hand holding your face. He made you feel so safe and wanted as he held you close, his lips traveling over your lips and cheeks in loving pecks. “That was better than anything I’ve ever had.”

“I don’t usually perform so well. You caught me on a good night.” He smiled and finally slipped out of you so that he could stand. He huffed a tired breath and held his hand out for you, kissing your knuckles as you accepted it.

Your legs were jelly as he walked you into the house and back to the kitchen, pouring both of you a tall glass of water which you both instantly downed. He grabbed your empty glass from your hands and placed it in his sink before squeezing you to his side, the two of you padding your way through the house to his bedroom. When he opened the door, a tiny white dog was laid fast asleep on the foot of his bed, lifting its head as he flicked on the lights.

“Don’t mind him, that’s just my little white son.” He joked as he walked further into the room to his walk-in closet, opening a dresser drawer and pulling out two pairs of boxers and an old band-tee for you to wear. You both lazily slipped into your pajamas in comfortable silence, too tired to say anything more than you had to. Pedro yawned and pulled back the blankets, climbing into his king-sized bed and holding out his arms for you to join him. You climbed in beside him, curled up into his side with your head resting on his chest, his fingertips running up and down your arm. “I’m glad I met you tonight, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” A sleepy grin grew on your face as you listened to his affections, hoping this wouldn’t all just fade away come morning. “I’m glad I met you.”

“I don’t want to push you into anything…but if you wanted, maybe I could take you on a proper date tomorrow night?” You could hear the nervousness in his voice, though it was cleverly masked with exhaustion. Lifting your head, you looked into his eyes, lifting your fingers to trace over his lips with a smile.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

I love battinson so much, I'll forever in love (horny) with him 😌😌

Same bestie it’s really just like, I wanna kiss his scars and make him smile for once but also wanna be pinned down and fucked by him thanks

Which makes me think about like how Bruce would fuck so desperately like he can’t help but lose control, he’s such a wreck the second he gets inside you and will literally beg you to let him fuck into you but still being as patient as he can be while you adjust to him, he gets just as needy as you do for him and it makes things incredibly intense every time you get him to yourself

There’s so many horny scenarios to put him in like the way I could scream about it forever! Just gonna sit here and think about this lol

my mom asked why i don’t read as many books as i used to and i just said it was because i read a lot of unpublished stories from independent writers online and she thinks that’s very good of me to give undiscovered authors a chance

hahaha

i just read gay porn

Can you draw a tiny lizard dragon that secretly hoards pennies?

I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(

What’s your fantasy?

A good thread on whether “queer” is a slur and if it should be used or not.

when will this happen to me

*me, at boys my age*: fuck off

*me, at men twice my age*: fuck me

If you’re LGBT reblog and tag with your opinion on beer.

If you’re LGBT reblog and tag with your opinion on beer.

Mum: you’ll never marry him, he doesn’t even know you exist!

Me:

papa benedict to the rescue