#pedro pascal x pregnant!reader

[f10werfae]

Mi Princesa

pairing: Sugar Daddy!Pedro Pascal x Pregnant!Reader

summary: Some morning loving with Pedro Pascal and his very pregnant wife, and maybe a little spice in the shower (DILF Warning ) Disclaimer 18+

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“Good morning mi princesa, and good morning mi amor” Pedro whispered bending down to kiss his wife’s 6 month bump, the coldness of his wedding ring making her flinch. “Baby, ya woke her up” She whined feeling the small fluttery kicks erupt at the tip of her stomach, her eyes still closed but her lips already aiming for Pedro’s, giving him one hell of a wet kiss. “I’m sorry baby, daddy wanted to talk to his princesa” He whispered gruffly, one of his hands sneaking up her sleep shirt to cup and squeeze at one of her swollen breasts, massaging it softly.

“Eh? What about your other princesa?” Y/n winked biting her lip, softly moaning at the feeling of his cold hands on her tits, he was always so gentle with her; almost as if she was made of glass. “Mm can’t forget about her, but you’ve been upgraded baby, tú eres mi reina”

“Hmm sounds sexy what does it mean?” Tracing the side of his face she felt his hand fall back down to her rounded stomach, a habit he had picked up over the past few weeks, along with the belly kisses and telling his baby-girl stories. “Means you’re my reina, my queen, and this little girl, is our princesa”

“God could you get any sweeter, sexier and even more handsome Pedro” She squealed using her energy to hoist herself up to straddle him, even with her stomach in the way, she leant down as best as possible to pepper kisses all over his neck; giggling once she felt his hand on her ass, softly drumming against it with his hand. “Oh shit, I may have peed a little” She said suddenly sitting up, knowing damn well how much her precious princess loves using her bladder as a cushion, sending her to the toilet multiple times an hour.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love your waddle?” Pedro whistled watching her speed waddle into the toilet, a hand on the small of her back as she sent a glare his way, sticking her tongue out at him. “ah baby don’t get like that with me, I can’t stand it when mi reina gives me that face” Pedro sighed springing himself out of the cotton sheets, following his wife like a cute little puppy, just watching her wash her hands and brush her teeth. “Stop giving me those eyes, Mr Pascal” She warned spitting out the rest of her water, reaching behind him to pull on the water heater,

“What eyes Mrs. Pascal? The eyes you fell in love with? The eyes you look into while-“

“Yes yes, those eyes, now help me” She smiled widely holding both hands up in the air, watching on as Pedro pulled his shirt off her body, hearing him wolf whistle once he saw her nude body; acting as if they hadn’t been going at it like rabbits due to her raging hormones. “Come on daddy, don’t ya wanna shower with the mommy?” She smirked slowly stepping into the shower, her hands rubbing over her stomach as she tilted her head cutely, knowing damn well what it did to her sugar daddy husband.

“Mierda, the things you do to me woman” He groaned quickly ridding himself of his shorts and t-shirt, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist to bring her side flush against his chest, the gruff of his facial hair softly scratching against the top of her head. He could practically feel the heat coming from her wet centre the more he felt up her wet body, taking his sweet time to kiss and grab at all his favourite spots (which was basically everywhere) Taking his time to kiss at her breasts, her stomach, her arms, even bending down to kiss at her thighs.

“Please Pedro, you know what you’re doing, s’not fair” She sighed stomping her foot lightly, furrowing her brows as his tongue licked stripes up her neck and into her mouth; causing her to moan into his hot wet open mouth. “I need you daddy, please” She whined using the nickname that started their relationship in the first place, on that dodgy sugar baby site. Her hand leading his down to her already swollen clit, directing his fingers to rub slow soft circles on her button.

“I’ve got you mi vida, got to help my princesa’s mama, mi reina” He whispered kissing her lips then her cheek, his fingers moving at a steady pace as he felt her grasp onto his forearms for balance, her forehead leaning against his chest.

“I-i’m close baby, so so close” She whispered kissing his pec, gasping when she felt his fingers sort through her holds, swiftly inserting a finger into her snug hole; with one finger at her clit simultaneously. “Let go for me mama, i’m right here, let go for me gorgeous girl” He sighed against her temple, feeling her clench onto one of his fingers as she shook against him; her legs slightly trembling. “Good girl baby, feel and taste you so good” Rubbing her folds gently to let her ride her high, he slowly removed his hands, licking them clean as he looked into her eyes.

“You’re crazy Pedro, but I love you so much for it” She breathed out, clearly out of breath, her body fully leaning onto his for support; before wincing again when she felt an extra strong kick being delivered to her ribs, her little girl was finally awake again. Pedro’s hands immediately rushing to her stomach, shushing his little baby at the same time, he was in awe at her sheer strength. His lips meeting the stretch marks on his wife’s belly, his eyes marvelled in awe at how beautifully they were spread on her skin, the marks telling a story of how she was carrying his baby, their baby. Their princesa

“mi princesa, no le hagas daño a tu madre, she takes such good care of you, making sure you’re safe and healthy in her amazing beautiful body. Take care inside there okay? You can kick papa all you want when we meet you, but for now stay calm mi princess, te amo mucho”

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no le hagas daño a tu madre = Don’t hurt your mother

PSA: This was so cute to write I loved it so much🫶 So I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)

*All Spanish came from online as i’m not fluent, if something needs corrected please let me know :)*

See you guys at the next update 🫶

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[talaok]

Heya! Love your writing, could I please get a Pedro Pascal x pregnant!reader fanfic?

Warnings: a tiny bit of insecurity + allusion to smut, but mostly Pedro being a simp and a sickening amount of fluff.

"good morning sweetheart" A soft kiss landed on your cheek as a stray ray of sunshine lighted part of your body.

You whimpered, turning to your right and finding Pedro's eyes already on you 

" 'morning" you croaked, nestling impossibly close to him, until all your could hear was his heartbeat and the sweet sound of his breathing.

"How did you sleep?" he asked sweetly, his arm coming around you to hold you close.

"fine" you answered, wrapping one of your legs around him and trapping him completely.

He chuckled, as he kissed the crown of your head "That's good" he murmured, glad that the baby had decided to calm down and let you sleep for at least one night.

"What does my pretty lady want to do today?"

you smiled "depends which one you're asking"

His hand reached your belly to gently stroke it, feeling a soft kick as he did.

It never got old.

A wide grin appeared on his lips as his thrumb tickled your skin.

"She loves you" you mumbled against his chest, feeling the baby's reaction.

"Well I mean how could she not?" he teased, a small laugh flowing through his chest

"well you do make her mom feel good all the time, so she may have a point" you pointed out, looking up at him

"that may have something to do with the fact that she has the most amazing and stunning mom ever"

You rolled your eyes, feeling your cheeks warm at the flattery even after all this time.

"I don't know about the stunning part anymore" you spoke softly "I feel and walk like an elephant- and not even my blue shirt fits me anymore," you said as you recalled last night's struggles.

"you're kidding, right? Baby you look as beautiful as ever, if not more"

you frowned "Yeah, sure"

"no hey, look at me" he lifted your chin with his fingers "Sweetheart, you. are. beautiful" he let the last word roll out of his tongue purposefully slowly before giving you a kiss.

He was incredulous at the fact that you didn't believe him.

Each time he looked at you his heart skipped a beat and he fell in love all over again.

And if he found you gorgeous before... hell, you now could only be described as a glimpse of paradise.

You were bringing a baby - his daughter- to life, and no beauty could ever compare to that.

"what is it sugar?" he asked, once your eyes gave away your doubts.

"I just-" you bit your lip, looking for the right words " Everyone keeps saying that I look beautiful, but... I don't know, I don't feel... hot, anymore"

A sly grin tugged at his lips then "You don't feel sexy?"

You shook your head 

His finger trailed your cheek and then your lips, sending goosebumps up your spine

"sweetheart..." he murmured "you're the hottest woman to ever walk the eart. One of these days my heart is gonna fail me from all the beats it has skipped because of you" he smirked "And besides... I thought I already demonstrated just how sexy you are only last night" he continued, his hands roaming your body and causing a whimper to almost flee your lips.

"Is that it?" he teased, once you didn't respond "You want me to show you again?" he asked, kissing your neck as he got on top of you, this time a moan actually leaving your lips " 'cause I'll gladly comply"

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[darkchocoboo]

To the etenity and back| Pedro Pascal

Pedro Pascal x pregnant!reader

Summary: Pregnant reader gets jealous at Pedro for calling the interviewer 'mama'. When Pedro realizes he runs a relaxing bath and gives a massage.

KIND OF ANGST MOSTLY FLUFF

SMUT MINORS STAY THE FUCK AWAY

cw: pregnant sex, angry sex, unprotected sex, Pedrito being a heartthrob, jealousy, pet names (sweetheart, baby, babygirl), No y/n used, no proofread

(I have no idea about yes or no's in pregnancy sex so everything might be wrong)

(It's just a quick scribble so)

He walked in with a tired sigh leaving his lips. His black sparkly jacket fly to somewhere whike he dropped next to you. Yo didn't bother to say a word as you're angry with him.

"Hi baby. How was your day?" He held your hand and kissed your knuckles, waiting for your response.

"I'm alright, mama." Words left your lips covered in poison. Your voice came out with so much disgust and hate he had to straighten himself on the couch.

"What's wrong baby?"

"I don't know Pedro. Maybe you should ask that to that chick you call "mama"." He was all confused now. You're never the type to make a deal out of such a small word but now you were all angry. He looked at you puzzled as you struggle to get up on your feet.

"Baby, you know it was nothing. Why so much anger?" You finally managed to get up. Stepping in the room with anger.

"I'm the one carrying your child here and you're out there calling other women mama. You stupid bitch." You put your hands on your swollen belly caressing the exposed skin with your fingertips.

"Your father is stupid, baby. I hope you don't take after him." You spoke to your unborn baby with a soothing voice.

He walked to you in the hotel room. You came to Canada for The Last of Us premiere but you didn't feel good enough to attend so you stayed at the hotel watching the interviews on your laptop.

You're normally okay with him flirting with other people but when you saw him calling the interviewer 'mama' snapped something inside. You kinda knew it was because you felt bad about leaving him alone in this important night but you couldn't keep your anger down. You were six months along in your pregnancy and your hormones was driving you crazy.

Pedro hugged you from behind. His big hands found your swollen belly. His lips leaving light kisses on the apex of your neck.

"I'm sorry babygirl. If it bothers you that much, I will never do it again. Can you forgive me, baby?"

His words and his lips on your skin melted you into his chest. Your head fell back to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. It's not me. It's the baby." He chuckled on your skin.

"I know. I know." His hands cupped your boobs thru the thin fabric of your shirt.

"How about I run a bubble bath for you, then a massage to relieve the stress, huh? Is it okay with you?"

"Yeah, I guess." You sat on the bed as you watched him strip out of his clothes to his briefs as he dissapeared into the bathroom. After a while he came out. Held your hand and walked you to bathroom.

"Let's get you naked." The bathroom was smelling like citrus and lavender. He took of the purple Lakers t-shirt you borrowed from him of your body. Then he took of your panties in a swift motion.

He sat on the edge of the bathtub as you get inside the perfect temp water.

"You need anything baby? Can I get you anything?" You shake your head signalling 'no'.

"Get in." He stripped out of his boxers and got in the tub. His hands slowly started to rub your back as he straddled you between his legs.

You melted into his touch immediately. Soft kisses on the small of your neck heated your skin. Teeth left small pecks on your soft skin.

"Babe," Your words melted into a moan. His hands cupped your already full breasts. Fingers rubbing the pebbled nipples.

"You're so gorgeous, sweetheart. Swollen with m'baby." You felt his cock press against your back. Getting harder as he kept kissing your body. You leaned against his chest. Your lower back trapping his lenght between the bodies. You started moving your hips to give him some more friction.

Pregnancy played with your hormones like a roller-coaster. You were either so angry or so sad, so happy or so anxious. And always horny. Whatever the situaiton was you always found something in Pedro to light a fire inside you. His big hand cupped your cunt under the water.

"You want me, my sweet babygirl? Hm?" You pressed yourself into his touch. Nodding in agreement.

"Words, baby."

"Yes, Pedro, please. I need you." He kissed you temple and left wet kisses to your jawline.

"Not in the water, cariño. Not good for you." He got up and lift you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as tight as your big belly allowed you to. Wrapped a towel around you as he lowered you on the bed.

"I love you, baby. Love of my life." He started kissing your neck and the place between your swollen breasts.

He found his place between your legs. Left sloppy kisses to your inner thighs. Hot breath hitting your wet core sent shivers to your body. As his lips wrapped around your clit you felt like your lungs was emptied out. He flattened his tongue on you. Licked your slit with long stripes.

His scruffy beard itched your thin skin.

"Pedro" He hummed over your clit as he kept ruinning you from between your legs. When his finger went inside your wet walls you clenched.

"Pedito, baby. I need you. Please."

He talked, his lips moving over your cunt.

"You need me baby? You need my cock?" You nodded but his warning popped on your mind.

"Yes, yes Pedro. Please, inside." He put another finger inside you.

"Let's get you ready, okay? I don't wanna hurt you." He pumped his fingers inside in a slow pace. His fingers curling to hit that spongy spot that made your toes curl.

"Keep going Pedro, I'm close." He kissed your clit again as his pace got faster enough to send lightning bolts to your head. Your eyes rolled back and sight got white with every thrust he burried his fingers to your wet hole. Your breaths got faster as your high washed over you. Your juice pooled between your legs,

"Pedro, I love you. I need you."

He got up to his feet, leaned over you. Pressed open mouthed kisses as his tongue met yours. Your taste on his mouth felt euphoric as the kiss got deeper.

He palmed himself and stroked few times to spread the precum on his lenght.

"I'll be slow baby." He rubbed his tip to your clit to collect some juices on it. When his tip got in he left a low groan hang in the air. He pushed himself more to your cunt.

"You alright, baby?" You nodded and hang onto his arms that was placed on each side of your head. He burried his head to your neck pecking and bruising the skin. He started pumping into you in a slow pace.

"You're so goos for me, baby. Always making me feel so good." Your walls squeezed his cock with praising coming out of his lips.

His hips pistoned into you. Wet sounds filling the big room as his moans got louder. He kissed every inch of your face.

“I love your big belly. It lets everyone know you’re mine. Filled with a piece of me. Lets everyone know that you’ll be connected to me till the last day. I’ll love you till my old heart stops.  There’s nobody else for me but you. Like your body is made for me.”

His mumbles against your ear gave you goosebumps. He was drunken in your scent and your sight. His thrusts got deeper and reached delicious spots inside your soaked cunt.

You new every word just came out of his plushed lips was true. He was speaking with his heart not his mind at that moment. Tears filled your eyes knowing how much he loved you, and you were sure he was gonna love the baby as much.

“It’s made for you, Pedrito. I’m made for you. Just you.” You cupped his cheeks as his moves got messy. He locked his eyes with yours. Your lips meet in hunger. He never broke the kiss as your highs grew together. He never slowed his pace.

His lips twitched over yours.

"Cumming, babygirl." He talked on your lips.

"Me too, baby." His teeth caught your bottom lip as his white thick cum painted your walls. As you cummed at the same time as him. Your walls clenched on his cock, milking him to the last drop.

"I love you, cariño. I love you and our baby." He fell beside you while he's still inside you.

"I love you too, Pedrito. To the eternity and back."

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[judysxnd]

imagine getting tickets for the renaissance tour with pedro and sarah and then reader (also an actress) finds out their pregnant, but of course that not stoping them. and reader went to the concert like 6 months pregnant and then news are reporting it, fan freaking out

sorry if that was a lot

(that wasn’t a lot don’t worry)

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The tickets for the Renaissance tour dropped and you didn't even hesitate a second to buy them with Pedro. You were not going to miss that, nothing would make you miss going to see Beyoncé, your idol, on tour. If you didn't have a career you would have travelled to the integrity of the tour, but well, you couldn't. But one concert is good enough!

But something happened. Something that could change your future. Two months after buying your tickets for the concert, you fell ill. You got sick for a week. You kept waking up early with nausea, you kept throwing up. You were also very tired, you spent the afternoon on the couch napping. After three days of struggling, you decided to go to the doctor to get checked out.

After the appointment and the blood test, the results came back. You were pregnant. You've been with Pedro for 3 years now so it wasn't too soon on the relationship, but you didn't know if Pedro was ready, well, you didn't even know if you were ready at all. You didn't even wait at the end of the day to tell him. You couldn't handle this on your own, so you drove to his set and waited for him to take a break. Once the news were dropped, Pedro was actually happy about it. He never thought he would ever be a father, and this was the opportunity he was apparently waiting for. So you decided to keep the baby.

But as the months passed by, you realised that you were going to be deeply pregnant once the renaissance concert would arrive. You debated for days, even fought with Pedro because he didn't want you to come, to risk anything while you definitely wanted to go and risk everything. This was your dream, and it would, for sure, be a lot harder to go to a concert once the baby would be born.

So there you were, six months pregnant, walking in the stadium, holding hands with Pedro, Sarah and her friends behind you. Thank god you had a good spot in the front so that you could have some space. And it was the best night of your life. You never regretted once. Being pregnant didn't stop you from having fun. Your legs and back were hurting, but it wasn't that bad, it didn't bother you.

You were able to sing very loud, to dance a little, you laughed with your friends and boyfriend, you took some pictures and videos. But, being a famous actress, nothing stays unseen. Of course, people, fans noticed you were there. But they didn't only notice you, they noticed the huge bump you had. And they had a strong opinion about it. Most of the people were shocked that you were six months pregnant and went through hours of very loud music, standing and singing. It wasn't "healthy" for the baby.

You didn't think much of it when you saw that you were trending on socials because of that, until you were peacefully watching the news and saw your face appear on the screen. There was a polemic because you were six months pregnant and you went to a concert. You couldn't believe it. Your phone was blowing up, and your publicist was among it, trying to call you so that you could fix this mess.

That's how you found yourself making a video that you would publish on Instagram, Twitter, even TikTok in order to explain the situation. You found it very childish, Pedro thought the same thing. You weren't going to apologise, what for? But you still had to say something. It was about yourself after all.

"Hello everyone" you waved at the camera "I'm here, making this video because of something I'm not really sure I understand" you laughed awkwardly "but I think it was because I am currently six months pregnant and I went to a concert and you're not happy about it?" you pretended to think "I don't really have much to say, except that I talked about it with my doctor before, it wasn't something irrational that I just did like that." you started to explain "I made sure it was okay for the baby, and safe for me to go before actually going, I'm not crazy" you said at the camera "Also, I wasn't alone, my boyfriend was here, as well as our friends, so they took good care of me" you smiled, trying to sound serious and not sarcastic. "So, there is no need to make a polemic for this, to spread rumours and all. I am fine, the baby is great, everyone had a good time." you continued, touching your belly "I can also assure you that I will not go to an other concert, but not because you convinced me not to, but only because I will be working instead" you paused "I am pregnant, I am not sick, I can still do things" you shrugged "Anyway, thank you for worrying about me and the baby, but this is none of your business and we are well supported. Bye!" You blew a kiss at the camera of your phone before shutting it off.

Wow, what people can make you do, you thought. But you still sent the video away so that you could finally live peacefully, for a while at least, hoping the video would work. And it did work. Mostly. People apologised as they noticed they crossed a line. But of course there are still haters out there, thinking it was unforgivable. But whatever, a few less fans won't hurt. The good ones are still here supporting you.

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[drewharrisonwriter]

On the Mend - Ch 1: Not Today

No Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader

Read this on AO3 | Masterlist

Summary: You were having a really, really bad day in the midst of the scorching Austin summer, and seeing your ex boyfriend, Joel Miller, is the last thing you need.

Word count: 829

A/N: (EDIT 09/17/2023) Okay so I heard ya'll! LMAO and decided to turn this into a mini-series. Not sure exactly how things will play out for these two, but I've written a part 2 and decided to call this mini-series On the Mend. LOL hope you like it. This is a one-shot for now, not sure if and how to continue this. I just got this idea recently and wanted to write it.

The merciless sun bore down as she parked her car. The Austin summer had been relentless, and today, it seemed as if even the universe was conspiring against her. 

It had been a thoroughly miserable day. Work had been a disaster; she'd spent hours redoing half of a project her co-worker had botched because she was still hungover from the previous night. 

The Texas summer heat, relentless and unforgiving, only added to her misery. As if fate had a personal grudge against her, she realized she'd left her house keys on her office desk when she was already halfway home. 

She sighed in defeat and turned her car around to retrieve them. All of this was compounded by her lingering morning sickness, a term she found deceptive as it had resurfaced with a vengeance upon entering her third trimester. She had naively believed she had bid it farewell for good when she'd crossed into the second trimester.

"Whoever called it morning sickness should be shot for lying," she grumbled, attempting to quell the rising nausea that threatened to surface.

Dressed in biker shorts and an oversized t-shirt she kept in her car for emergencies, she got out and beelined to the frozen aisle for a popsicle stick and savored the brief respite offered by the melting ice cold treat.

She sighed in relief and grabbed a pushcart. Her only mission in the store was to grab some Oreos, pickles, and frozen pizza to satisfy her cravings that were so intense, she literally cried in the car on her way over. 

As she rounded a corner in the store, she was suddenly face to face with the last person she wanted to see: Joel Miller. 

Great. She thought to herself. Couldn't have been on a better day. 

Ah, Joel fucking Miller.

The man who had once been the love of her life.

The same man who had taken her on the most memorable first date she'd ever experienced, and had filled the past five years of her life with the kind of joy she'd never known before.

But this was also the man who made it clear to her months ago, after five whole years of being together and living together for three, that he has no plans of marrying her and having a family with her. 

She and Joel were arguing at the time when he said it. 

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In the midst of their emotional clash, she couldn't help but speak her mind, her frustration boiling over. 

"Joel," she began, her voice trembling with pent-up feelings, "if you get mad at every damn little thing, what's going to happen if we were married? That's not the life I want, and it's not the husband I need."

Joel's eyes flashed with anger as he retorted, "Of course it’s not! And who told you I was going to marry you?" His words cut like a knife, and she felt her heart shatter into pieces. 

"We never talked about it, what put the idea into your head?" he continued, his tone harsh and unyielding. 

Her jaw went slack in shock, as tears welled up in her eyes as she choked back her emotions. 

"But I thought we--," she whispered, her voice barely audible, she couldn't even continue her thoughts when Joel cut her off.

"No." He barked. "You knew from the start that Sarah is my priority. Always was and always will be. I'm not going through the whole marriage thing again." And have our hearts broken all over again when you realize that we're not what you want, he wanted to add. But instead he allowed the silence to linger. 

Silent tears slipped from her eyes but she did not respond. 

Instead she stood up and went into the closet and started packing. So be it, she told herself as she zipped the last of her bags before going into the bathroom to hastily shove her toiletries into another bag. 

She stopped when she pulled one of the lower drawers open. The positive pregnancy test sticks under her box of tampons glared at her, and for a brief moment she contemplated telling Joel. But when she heard the front door slam shut, she pulled herself together and shoved the sticks in the bag as well. 

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That was seven months ago and she hasn't seen nor heard from Joel since. 

Their eyes met for a moment before his gaze fell upon her very round baby bump. Acting on instinct, she hastily placed her handbag in the shopping cart, a futile attempt to hide it from him, though it didn't do much given the fact that she looked like she had tucked an entire watermelon under her shirt.

She grimaced, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When she locked eyes with him once more, she began walking backwards, her eyes not leaving him and before he could say anything, she had rounded the corner and all he heard was, “Nope. Not today!”

Next Chapter 👉🏻

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[honeyedmiller]

Hiiiii

I love your writing. I was wondering can you please write a pedro×reader when they realize that they're pregnant and it's just so sudden and unexpected and shock them both?

aww tysm, and yes omg. Pedro would be the sweetest dad ever 🥺

warnings: mentions of nausea and getting sick, unexpected pregnancy, little bit of angst, fluff. no use of y/n.

word count: <1k

“I don’t feel so good again.” You groan, slowly getting up from bed. Pedro watched you worriedly as you scurried to the bathroom to puke out all of the contents in your stomach, again.

You’d been feeling really nauseated and fatigued the past few weeks, and Pedro was getting really concerned about your well-being.

You felt him rub your back gently as he held your hair back, comforting you through your illness.

“Maybe it’s time we go to the doctors, honey. I’m getting really worried about you.” His voice is soft, full of concern.

You nod your head in agreement, tired of feeling like this nearly twenty-four seven now.

So, the next morning, Pedro took you to a private clinic near his house.

“Good morning Mr. Pascal, Mrs. Pascal,” The doctor said, and you blushed at the assumed last name. It made you blush even harder that Pedro didn’t even try to correct the doctor. “What brings you in today?”

“I’ve been feeling really ill recently. I’m constantly nauseated and so exhausted. I thought it was stress from work but I don’t get like this usually when it becomes tough-going.”

The doctor nodded at what you were telling him, and he hummed. “Have you taken any pregnancy tests lately?”

And just as fast as the color rushed to your face, it drained. “No.” You say meekly, looking over at Pedro who looked just as stunned.

You both tried to be so careful… there’s no way you could be pregnant. Right? Right?

“Well, let’s not be too hasty. Let’s run some tests but I will have you take the pregnancy test just to be sure.” The doctor said, and you nodded.

You proceeded to do a series of tests, but the doctor quickly came back with the shocking news.

“It seems you actually are pregnant, ma’am.” He confirmed, showing you the test results in black ink. You couldn’t believe it.

“But I– I don’t understand. I just had my period a few weeks ago.”

“That could’ve actually been implantation bleeding. I’ll give you two a couple of minutes before I get a sonographer in here to do an ultrasound on you, okay? Congratulations.” He smiled at you both, exiting the room.

It seemed like ages that both of you sat in silence before an overwhelming sense of panic surged over you, and you started to cry.

“I’m so sorry.” You kept muttering, covering your face with your hands. Pedro immediately pried your hands from your face as he embraced you tightly, kissing your head.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, honey. It takes two to make a baby, right? I have every much responsibility in this, too.”

“But, what are we going to do? You have filming coming up soon, I have my job… we’ve only been together for a year, Pedro. This is–”

“Sh sh, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay,” He cooed, rocking you back and forth slowly. “We’ll figure it out, okay? You can quit your job. I make plenty for the both of us. You can come with me to Vancouver, if that’s something you wanted to do. I’m in this with you every step of the way, baby.”

You cried in his arms for a bit before the sonographer came into the room, rolling in the ultrasound equipment.

She smiled sympathetically at the two of you before instructing you to lay back and lift up your shirt.

“The gel is going to be a bit cold. My apologies.” She says before squirting some onto you, taking the wand and moving it around. You could see a tiny figure in the darkness of what you presumed was your uterus.

“There’s baby,” The sonographer said with a soft smile, pointing to various parts of the body. “Looks like you’re about six weeks along.” She concludes, taking snapshots of the screen.

“Little baby Pascal.” Pedro whispered, looking at the screen and then down at you. His grip on your hand got tighter as he brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it.

The more you both stared at the screen in wonder, the more you both fell in love with your little creation. You knew it wouldn’t be easy with your hectic lives, but if you were to do this with anyone, you were so glad it was with Pedro.

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[ignoremeimnothere]

6 Months

I'd just like to preface this SHIT Drabble by saying I'm literally writing in in work so that it doesn't leave my brain. Inspired by my managers friend who literally found out they're 6 months pregnant last week under the same circumstances, praying for you girl. Like all traumatising experiences I like to thing of Pedro handling me in the situation, this one probably made a lot more sense in my head. Let's hope I come back to the to improve it or progress it.

'You’re 6 months pregnant”

You laughed confused, maintaining eye contact with the doctor. 

‘No I’m not’

The room immediately became thick with awkwardness. 

‘The tes-’

‘Is wrong. I’ve got the implant. No bump. No symptoms’

You listed off all the reasons you couldn’t be pregnant. It was only by chance you had required a trip to the doctors. A holiday was booked with your closest friends for next month. You had only come in to get some anti-anxiety medication for the flight you were so scared of, a blood test was routine before you could get it. 

Your doctor’s eyes squinted slightly, trying to figure out how to handle the conversation. You held their gaze refusing to look at anything else, especially Pedro who was beside you completely silent. 

‘The results are yours. We can run another one if you would like but you are 6 months pregnant. 6 and a half to be more precise’ 

Your eyebrows furrowed, the doctor started a spiel you couldn’t quite focus on. They provide you with a few pregnancy tests to use in the bathroom. You leave to do them alone, you haven’t looked at Pedro since the doctor dropped the bombshell that was obviously- 

‘Positive’ Both tests displayed strong second lines as you felt the blood drain from your head. 

~

Pedro shut your car door as he makes his way to the other side. You haven’t said a word since returning from the bathroom tests in hand. He gets into the driver's side but can’t bring himself to turn on the engine just yet. Your head is completely blank, normally you would spiral but the shock has prolonged that still. 

‘Are you ok’ 

You can barely shake your head, you finally look at him. ‘Are you?’ 

Deafening silence fills the car. You’ve no idea how much time has passed before Pedro eventually begins the drive home. You’re completely spaced out until you approach your street. 

‘I don’t want to go home’

‘Ok baby, where do you want to go’ 

Pedro reduces his speed dramatically giving you time to think. 

‘I think I need to be alone’ You blurt out. 

‘Ok’ Pedro maintains his calm demeanour, attempting to regulate the panic he watched creep into your eyes.

‘Is that ok’ A lump appears in your throat. 

‘Can you be alone in the house?’

 He proposes a safe compromise but you shake your head, your breath catching in your throat. 

‘In the car’ Another suggestion.

You shake your head unbuckling your seatbelt before Pedro has reached your home. He calls your name, a gentle warning to not do anything dangerous. 

‘I think I just…. I need to….’ You struggle to figure out what you need to do. 

‘Breathe with me’ Pedro parked the car and unbuckled himself, twisted towards you he grabs your hands, pecking them before meeting your eye. 

‘It’s ok’ He begins. ‘You can be alone but I need you safe, do you want me to take you somewhere?’ You shake your head. ‘Ok baby but I don’t think now would be the best time for you to drive a car, do you want me to leave?’ You shake your head again.

‘I’ll take a walk?’ You suggest, it was a cloudy day making it quite quiet.

‘Ok Cariño, do you have your phone on you?’

You nod, checking your pocket. He kisses you on the cheek, unsatisfied he gently grabs your face planting a lingering kiss on your lips. You rest your forehead on his having a silent conversation. You would clear your head, come back and have the conversation. For now you needed to take in everything. You swallowed your guilt for needing to be alone, wishing that you could instead process this beside Pedro. You leave before you suffocate on the silent questions lingering in the car and make your way down the street wondering how the hell your life had changed so much within the space of an hour.

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[triplehmunson]

𝙋𝙊𝙑: You and your husband Pedro have a video call since he is away filming the third season of "The Mandalorian" the two begin to tell each other how the week went and he tells you that he misses you very much and that he has not stopped thinking about you at all times, you were going to surprise him when he returned that you were pregnant, you wanted to give him a small advance but the director called him and unfortunately he had to end the call, but not before blowing you a kiss and telling you that he loves you with all his heart heart. 🥹🫶🏻

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[wxckedwxrld]

Celebs: Pedro Pascal

Imagines

* - smut ^ - angst ❤︎︎ - fluff

^ ❤︎︎ afterglow [pt. 1] [pt.2] [pt.3]

PSA: these writings ARE NOT MINE. This is a list of fanfiction I have read during august and sept. All credit goes to the original and rightful writers

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━━ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

RATINGS — s , smut | f , fluff | a , angst | d , dark content

none yet…

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˖⁺ ⊹୨ ergo dum me diligis ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ( s-implied ) ━━ the frontier boys as random tropes. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

two ( s-ish, d ) | three ( s-ish, d ) | four ( s-ish, d-ish )

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none yet…

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[peterparkersnose]

Hairspray

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: pregnancy, before the outbreak, established relationship with joel, sarah is a little snitch, denial, age gap (not really specified), descriptions of childbirth, money insecurity, 2003 references

a/n this was too good to give up. lets pretend that the outbreak never happened and the miller’s got to live happily ever after :)

summary Sarah finds Y/N’s hidden pregnancy tests

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The phone was new. Joel had installed it a few weeks ago. No more cord! Your opposite hand felt awkward not having something to fidget with while your sister told you the horror stories of her giving birth. Something Mandy had brought up numerous times after confiding in her that you were pregnant.

It was your first; you were in your mid-20s. War was happening overseas, the world seemed to be going to shit. What a perfect time to bring a child into the world, huh? Your husband would be ecstatic, you just knew it. But the mere thought of something growing inside of you made you sick. “And then the feet came out instead! Ripped me open like-” You jumped a little. Facing the front door, you didn’t hear your husband come in from the back. His hands wrapped around your stomach as your shoulders pressed against his chest as your sister went on about telling you how her third kid cost her sixteen stitches.

A sharp gasp came from your mouth. “Are you alright? Is it the baby?” your sister yelled from the phone. Panicked, you quickly said your goodbyes to your older sister, assuring her everything was alright. You decided to give in to the kisses Joel was placing on your neck.

“What was she going on about now? Babies? Please tell me she’s not having another one.” Joel groaned. “Nope. Nine was enough for her,” you sarcastically answered. Four nieces and five nephews were enough for you to handle. Sarah enjoyed having kids her age to play with, but Uncle Joel was getting a bit too old for the rough play the younger ones enjoyed.

“What time is it?” you asked him, grabbing at his wrist. His hands were placed on your stomach almost like he knew. His watch read a little before three. “Sarah?” you asked him, swaying with him slowly. “Tommy’s coming over and we’re going to go work on a job,” he sighed.

 “Again? Joel-”

“I’m sorry, It’s a quick one. Just a little steel door frame and I’ll be home late for dinner. I promise,” he said, kissing you on the cheek. You would need more cash once the baby came.

“I’ll go get her.” you sighed, but not in an angry way. You loved your stepdaughter more than anything in the world. You have known her since she was a small girl and have gotten along with her since the day you met her. She is going to be the best big sister.

Joel handed you the truck keys. Tommy’s car beeped in the driveway. “Give Tommy my love,” you called to Joel as you heard the screen door shut. --- A mainstream pop song quietly played in the truck as you waited in line at Sarah’s middle school. Parents were eager to leave and the San Antonio traffic was bound to be crazy on a Friday afternoon. You spotted your curly-haired stepdaughter as she left the school doors with some friends. You recognized a few from the sleepover she had last week. “Do you have any hairspray?” she asked, throwing her backpack in the back seat. “Yes?”

“Perfect.” Sarah responded. “May I ask why?” “Tiffany and Ashley gave me the recipe for a new oobleck!”

Sarah excitedly waved a loose-leaf piece of paper with a sparky pink gel pen scribbled all over the paper in her stepmom's face. “Hairspray is the main ingredient,” she explained, going over all the ingredients she needed. You smiled to yourself, carefully exiting the middle school parking lot as Sarah rambled about her day.

Sarah burst into the house, setting her backpack down and heading straight towards the kitchen. “Do we have any… flour?” she asked, reading off her list. “Red jar, babes.” you stated the obvious. The flour had been in there for years. “And the hairspray?” She asked. You sat down on the couch, fatigued by what you assumed was your pregnancy. Rubbing your temples, you replied, “Under my sink.”

Sarah burst into the bathroom, whipping open the cabinet door under your sink. In her excitement, the jolting movement of the door opening vaulted the zip-loc bag of pregnancy tests you had taped to the top of the cabinet out on the floor. Confused at first, she held up one of the blue sticks. Then she got it. “Y/N?” she yelled from the bathroom. Sarah was old enough to know what these were, and what two lines meant. Once she realized she was holding a stick of what you peed on, she threw it back in the pile of the rest of them sprawled out on the floor.

Sighing, you kicked your feet back on the ground. You had just gotten comfortable when Sarah called for you.

“Hm?” you asked, causally walking into your bedroom. Your tired state seemed to do a complete 180 when you saw Sarah on the ground with your tests. You froze, unsure of what to say to her. Rapidly blinking your eyes a few times to stop tears, you realized that there was no going back from this. Without a single word spoken you crouched down, collected the pregnancy test strips, and put them back in the bag. Seeing the loose pieces of tape, you used them to adhere the bag back where it was. You handed Sarah the red printed bottle of your hairspray.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked cautiously, sitting at the edge of the bathtub. “A-are they yours?” she anxiously asked. A small laugh came from you. “Yes,” you smiled. “I’m going to be a sister?” she asked you. You shook your head yes.

“Does Dad know?”

The world seemed to blur a bit when she asked that. You could feel your heartbeat increase at the thought. “No. Not yet.” “What!” Sarah gasped. “How long have you known?” “About three weeks.” “Three weeks!” Sarah yelled, throwing her hands in the air. “It’s difficult to… come to terms sometimes,” you said, trying to come up with the best way to explain this to Sarah. “You have to tell him. Tonight!” Sarah exclaimed.

You hated to admit that she was right.

“I don’t know Sarah, he’s out on a job with your Uncle and…” “I will call him. Try me.”

You looked at her, unsure of her new aggressive demeanor. She was always a natural leader. “Sarah, this is serious.”

“I know.” she said simply, exiting the bathroom. You followed her, watching her like a hawk for the rest of the night. And the rest of the night consisted of you making dinner, ravioli. Sarah was in the kitchen and made her ooblek and when that was done she finished her homework.

  You sighed when the clock rang eight. He was more than late for supper. Sarah was asleep in your lap, the mindless cartoons played on. You watched them, trying to calm your anxious mind.

  You heard Tommy’s truck pull into the driveway and saw its headlights as he left the driveway. Sarah stirred a bit, but a simple smoothing of her hair soothed her back to sleep. Joel quietly made his way into the house, only noticing the two of you when he locked the door.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered. You shrugged. Joel sat down next to you. “How is she? Is her homework done?”

  “Yup.” you said coldly. “Look Y/N, I’m sorry I was late but the hardware store was out of the screws we needed and Tommy’s car was having an issue so we had to stop and get some-”

You couldn’t listen to Joel’s rambling any longer. You frankly didn’t care about some damn screws. It had to be done, and it had to be done now. Sarah was right, he deserved to know.

  “I’m pregnant.”

Joel’s ramblings ended. A moment of silence lasted between the two of you. “Really?” he asked, a tiny awkward squeak coming from his voice at the end. “Mhm. Sarah found the tests. Under the sink, taped to the top of the cabinet if you want to see for yourself.”

Joel sat. “Huh,” he said, getting up from the couch and heading into the shared bathroom you guys had. He came back a moment later, his face was white as a sheet of paper.

  “Can we financially do this?” you whispered, knowing Sarah was well faking her sleep and listening. Joel shrugged, plopping back down next to you. He knew this was a big issue and it would have to be discussed later. They were doing well, but Joel knew firsthand a baby on a small income was expensive. “I’m happy, if you couldn’t tell.” he said, a little bit of hope rang in his tone. “I could. My reaction was the same.” you assured him. You rested your head on his shoulder. “Everything will be okay.” he said, entwining his fingers with yours. “How long have you known?”

You seethed. “Don’t kill me.” “Maybe,” he said flirtatiously. You loved when he still flirted with you, even though you had been together forever and you were his wife. “Three weeks.”

He sighed audibly. “How far along are you?” “Don’t kill me.” you reiterated. “I have no clue. I haven't even been to a doctor yet, Mandy’s horror stories are traumatizing enough.”

  “We’re making an appointment first thing tomorrow,” he assured you. You shook your head in agreement.

  “Does she know?” he whispered, looking down at his daughter. He was so excited to be able to give Sarah a sibling. His bond with Tommy was unmatchable. Even though there would be a significant age gap between them, he still loved his little brother like no other. Even if they were six years apart, they were close. “She’s the one who found the tests.” you quietly chuckled, reminding Joel of what you said earlier. “She was threatening to call you at work and ‘expose me’,” you told Joel. He rolled his eyes. “Jeez, that damn kid.” he smiled, giving Sarah’s fluffy hair a pat just like you did moments before. He brought his hand back to yours and moved the back of your hand up to his lips and kissed it. “I love you,”

“I love you too,”

“And our little family.” you added. “Yes, and our little family.” Joel confirmed.

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[f10werfae]

Love with an Age Gap

pairing: Husband!Pedro Pascal x Younger!Pregnant!Reader

summary: Pedro comes home to his heavily pregnant wife upset, and what better way to make her happy than letting her sleep with his cock inside her (DILF!Pedro) (Reader is 28, Pedro is 48) (requested)

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“Ah mi princesa, and my sexy wife mi corazon” Pedro cooed setting his keys down by the front door, his face flushed as he saw his heavily pregnant wife toddle towards him in nothing but a vest and a pair of his boxers. His eyes and hands immediately trained onto her stomach which was exposed, his hands feeling her soft stretched skin, and he would be lying if he said he ignored the way her nipples pebbled against the thin fabric.

Instead of hearing her sweet sultry voice welcoming his return home after a day of press, he finally looked up to see her eyes swollen, and bloodshot red. “I uh- I’m really glad you’re home baby” She croaked out, feeling his larger hands cup her face, coaxing a sob out of her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled her face into his chest.

“Baby? Babygirl what’s wrong?” Pedro rushed out kissing her forehead, worrying that maybe something had happened to their little gumdrop, something they had carefully been avoiding. Slowly he walked her upstairs, forgoing the chinese takeout he had bought, knowing their nesting season was in full tow. Tons of sleep, cuddles, warmth, sex and food. Entering their cosy bedroom he opened up his side of the bed, letting her snuggle in close to the comforters whilst he slid in on the other side; ears ready to listen.

“I-I know you told me not to read- read online but I had to. There were all these tweets talking about how- Oh God” She took a breath feeling another sob fighting it’s way, Pedro understood immediately, his hands calming down their gumdrop who was busy comforting their mama by kicking her softly. “I know our age gap would be controversial, b-but the comments are horrible, saying I baby-trapped you, the baby isn’t yours, and just calling me every name under the sun. I even saw one that called- called me a little girl who still didn’t know what she wanted in life” She vented, her voice raising with every word as Pedro watched her carefully, his fingers combing through her hair passionately.

Pedro was shy of 48 and he knew he was seen as more mature in that aspect, it wasn’t his fault he fell in love with a gorgeous woman 20 years his junior, with his wife Y/n Pascal being 28 years old. Sure at first they were wary of the age gap, as they met at 26 and 46, but at the end of the day they couldn’t help it. After playing his on-screen wife, after all the erotic love scenes they had to film, fuck it was game over from that day on. With them secretly meeting up in each other’s hotel rooms, loving on each other until the sun came up, and finally ending with Pedro whisking her away to his home where he’s kept her safe and sound. Giving her his last name, his baby and the life she’s dreamt off for years; both of them taking a career break to focus on their family.

“Oh my love, my sweet love, you know me and I know you. I see you and you see me. If you ask me, I don’t care what the social media says, all I know is that my purpose is you and our princesa. Our gumdrop. They don’t know you, nor will they get to, because they don’t deserve to. You’re my wife, who has a heart full of gold, you have a successful career. I know what they say about our ages, but was it a mistake for us to fall in love? No it wasn’t. If it was, it’d be the best fuckin mistake of my life”

Finishing off he pressed his lips against hers, feeling her soft pillows slip between his as this tongue coaxed her mouth open. Her whines filling his mouth as his hands wandered up to her swollen breasts, cupping them ever so gently as his fingers circled her nipples. “Thank you Pedro, i’m so happy you’re the one that managed to knock me up” She giggled against his lips feeling a bit lighter, gasps leaving her when he fulled down her vest, allowing her breasts to pop out. “Baby wait till they find out it was my idea to have our princesa, if anything I trapped you no?” He joked wrapping his lips around one of her swollen buds, lapping his tongue over it, feeling small dribbles of her sweet milk on his tongue.

“Stop it!” She whined as he massaged her other breast, her mind remembering the day they had decided together, that they were going to bring the perfect mix of them both into the world. A baby perfect just for them. “You taste so sweet, almost as sweet as your pussy, you want to sleep with me inside you baby? Mi corazon?”

“You know me so well, daddy” She smiled basking on all the new nicknames she had started to call him, papa, daddy, papi and her favourite. Papa Bear. With him coming right back with, baby mama, mama, mama bear.

Letting his fingers slip under the boxers she was fearing, he felt her puffy lips hug around his fingers, covering them in her nectar as he slipped both of the fingers back and forth against her raw flesh. Her hands gripped onto his wide shoulders as he felt up her cunt, even spitting onto his own hand to wetten her up even more, not that it was a problem now that she was pregnant. In fact her sex drive had increased by ten folds, wanting Pedro to take her anywhere and anyway he could. With a few tapes being made in the process.

Y/n made quick work of loosening the strings of his sweatpants, whining at him to shimmy the rest off while she humped herself restlessly against his coarse fingers, his voice whispering the most erotic yet loving things into her ear. “If only they knew how much I loved you” “Your pussy is gripping me like a glove baby, did you miss daddy that much?” “I need to keep you pregnant my love, want to fill this house with our little gumdrops, watch you walk around swollen and adorable with our love inside you”

Once Pedro had shoved off his pants, showing he was bare underneath, he made quick work of of running his cock through her folds; her pussy lips giving his length a warm wet hug full of love. Both of them groaning and gasping at their sensitive nerved hitting each other, coated in each others juices. Finally slipping inside of her after a few minutes of them rocking back and worth, bodies slipping together as if they were fighting for warmth. Her lips hungrily sucking on his, her tongue pushing spit into his mouth as he broke apart to watch a string of it connect their lips. She was filthy and he loved it.

Leaning back in he kissed her lips with a multitude of pecks, staying longer for some as he found himself sucking on her tongue dirtily, before leaving her shiny with his mouth as he licked down her neck to the valley between her breasts. “Just relax my love, i’m going to take care of you okay? Let me fuck you right to sleep, make love to you so good” He whispered against her chest, squeezing each globe, watching her nipples drip out small droplets of milk. Giving him the chance to lick it up and kiss her buds erotically, each one receiving equal attention. Even squirting a bit into his mouth, letting her taste herself as he spat it into her mouth lewdly. Repeating this process a few times

“Feel you so close, I love it, I love you” She whispered hugging her arms around his neck, making him look back up and hug her back, both their bare chests pressed against each other as he slowly but deeply rocked inside her core. Both of them whispering phrases if adoration and love, knowing that wherever they were, they’d be safe and loved; they knew it would be the same for their gumdrop, that’s their little treasure just for them.

“Mi Corazon, can I come inside you? It’s fine if not-“

“Shut up you old bastard, come inside your wife already” She joked mid moan, feeling him empty his balls inside her as soon as the words left her mouth, her own walls clenching around his shaft with her own release chasing after. His hands immediately going to feel up her stomach, his little princess going crazy per usual, it was as if the poor thing never slept. His breath hitching every time Y/n ground her hips against his, her pussy still clenching around his every few seconds, clearly not over her orgasm.

After a few minutes he lifted up her leg gently to put it over his waist, letting him settle in deeper, bottoming out inside her once again. Her arms wrapped around his torso with her head hidden in his neck, kissing and leaving love bites on it. “My heart calls out to why, that’s why you’re, mi corazon. I’m completely and utterly obsessed with you and there’s no other way about it. Te amo mucho baby” He whispered nuzzling his nose against hers, his heart softening when her breathing evened and he felt their princesa calm down in her mama’s body.

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PSA: Hope you all enjoy this Pedro Pascal fic!! I certainly enjoyed reading the request and making it come to life🫶 I hope whoever requested it is fulfilled. Also all Spanish is translated online so please correct me for any mistakes

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[alwaysmicado]

keep you warm

1.3k | Joel Miller x f!reader | one-shot

post-outbreak, established relationship, pregnancy Summary: You reveal to Joel that you are carrying his child. He vows to keep you both safe and warm, always. A/N: This fic is a bit different from the things I've posted so far and it was so much fun to write. I put my heart (and tears) in it and I hope it will bring you as much comfort as it did me. 🤍 masterlist

There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights. - Bram Stoker, Dracula

The car engine growls softly as it cruises down the winding road, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of autumnal hues.

Joel has his hands placed firmly on the wheel as he glances over at your sleeping form, your silhouette painted in the warm glow of the sunset. The air inside the car is filled with a comfortable silence, the weight of your continued journey hanging in the atmosphere.

As you navigate through the autumn landscape, daylight begins to fade, casting long shadows that sway with the curves of the road. Joel steals a glance in the rearview mirror, squinting against the diminishing light. The forest on either side of the road stands like a wall of rust and amber, a silent observer to your passage.

You stir in your sleep, a soft moan escaping your lips. Joel reaches, caressing your cheek gently, tracing a promise with tenderness he thought long gone. 

Until he met you.

A few miles ahead, Joel spots a fitting spot by the edge of the forest. He eases the car to a stop, gravel crunching beneath the tires. The engine hums into silence, leaving only the rustling of leaves and the fading whispers of the day.

“We’re here, darlin’.” 

Your eyes flutter open to Joel’s soft touch, his hand brushing away the remnants of sleep. You both step out, the cool evening air enveloping you like a gentle embrace.

Setting up camp unfolds as a familiar routine. Joel sparks a small fire, the flames dancing in the encroaching darkness. The scent of burning wood mixes with the crisp fall air, creating an ambiance that is both comforting and hauntingly beautiful. You arrange your sleeping bags near the fire, a makeshift sanctuary in the wilderness.

As you sit by the fire, the warmth casting a soft glow on your faces, Joel pulls out two cans of beans and some beef sticks. You eat in companionable silence, the crackling of the fire punctuating the stillness.

Yet, Joel can’t help but notice the subtle changes in you—grimaces and absent-minded belly rubs.

He sets his half-eaten bowl down, a subtle tension settling into the contours of his expression as he watches you closely. “You ain’t lookin’ too good, honey,” he notes, his voice laced with concern, slicing through the ambient crackling that reverberates in the air. “Somethin’ not sittin’ right?”

Gazing at Joel across the fire-lit expanse, his weathered face bathed in the flickering glow of the dancing flames, your heart swells with love—and dread.

You clutch your belly as you double over, a sudden, strong wave of nausea overcoming you. Startled, Joel’s eyes widen, but he reacts instinctively, abandoning all else to rush to your side.

With a tender urgency, he crouches beside you as you vomit, his hands moving intuitively to cradle your back. His voice, usually rugged and steady, softens into a soothing cadence. “Easy now, darlin’,” he murmurs, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “I’m right here.”

Your body tenses with each convulsion, tears mingling with the involuntary heaves, but Joel’s steady hands and reassuring words calm you.

As the waves of nausea subside, he eases you back, offering a makeshift cloth to wipe your mouth. His gaze holds a blend of worry and tenderness, the firelight flickering in the depths of his eyes.

“Thanks,” you manage, your voice still shaky.

“That’s alright, darlin’,” he replies, a crooked half-smile playing on his lips. “We look out for each other, remember?”

Nestling closer to the warmth of the fire, Joel wraps a comforting arm around you. The quiet forest listens, an unspoken witness to the vulnerability shared beneath the starlit sky.

“You gonna tell me what’s been goin’ on?” Joel asks, his voice a gentle yet firm prompt.

You swallow hard and nod weakly, lifting your head up from his shoulder to meet his gaze. His brow is furrowed as he searches your watery eyes for answers. “What happened, darlin’?” he asks, wiping away the lone tear that is tracing a delicate path down your cheek.

The unspoken secret sits heavy within you, a silent burden that has been shaping every whispered conversation and stolen glance over the past few weeks. Each passing day deepens the weight, a constant companion in your shared journey.

The fear of Joel’s reaction, the uncertainty of the world you are living in, and the vulnerability of bringing innocence into chaos weave a complex tapestry of emotions, a heavy cloak draped over the anticipation of a new life.

You have never been more terrified. 

“Joel, I–” your voice is shaky and you need to gather all your strength to not break down into a million pieces. “I think I might be pregnant.”

The revelation hangs in the air, momentarily freezing time. Joel’s eyes widen, a mosaic of emotions crossing his face—shock, concern, disbelief, and then a surprising warmth.

He reaches for your hand, squeezing it gently. “Pregnant?” he repeats, his voice softer now, tears glistening in his eyes.

“Mhm,” you sniffle, your vulnerability echoing in the quiet night. “I swear I wanted to tell you before, I just–” you hiccup and wipe away your tears with the sleeve of your jacket. “I’m so fucking scared, Joel.” You look into his warm eyes for reassurance, your lip quivering, your whole body trembling with anxiety.  

Joel’s expression softens further, a tender smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he puts his hands on your arms, his eyes boring into you. “It’s gonna be alright, darlin’.” He pulls you into a gentle embrace, the firelight casting a comforting glow around you.

“We’ll figure it out together.”

As Joel’s reassuring words wash over you, a tangible weight lifts from your shoulders, carried away by the currents of relief. You allow yourself to breathe out a heavy sigh and let your tears run freely as you cling to the man who has saved you in more ways than he will ever know.

In this moment, beneath the vast canvas of the starlit sky, you find solace in each other—a fragile yet resilient hope kindling in the midst of your endless journey. 

Later, as you settle into your sleeping bags, Joel’s arm draped protectively over you, you feel a surge of gratitude. The warmth of Joel’s body pressed against yours creates a safe haven, momentarily replacing your fears with the undeniable comfort you both find in each other’s arms. 

“Sarah always wanted a little brother or sister,” Joel breaks the silence with a murmur, his warm breath ghosting your neck. “I wish she could be here to experience it.”

“I’m sure she’s going to look after her little sibling,” you whisper with a soft smile on your lips, tears silently pooling in the fabric of your sleeping bag. “Just like she’s been looking after you all this time.”

“I’ll do everything to keep you and our child safe and warm, my love. I promise.”

In the quiet cradle of the night, you drift into sleep, the rustling leaves and the forest’s whispers weaving a lullaby for your dreams.

Joel tenderly places his hand on your small bump, whispering promises to the precious life growing within, his words a secret shared with the quietude of the night. 

He lifts his head to look at your face, a soft smile gracing his lips as he cherishes the serenity painted across your features.

“You are the light of my life.”

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[judysxnd]

can you please do an imagine where your nervous about telling pedro your pregnant then maybe where you guys tell bella?

The subject of pregnancy.. I don’t really relate to that one, as I don’t like children in general. I also don’t really relate to it towards Pedro as he doesn’t have children and won’t have any, but it’s also cool to think about it! I somehow like what I wrote. I know I started with the pregnancy as bad news before making it good. This is how I see it, and it’s hard to change my mind, but I’m trying my best!! And also, it’s not always good news! Especially in this context as I really like when what I think and what I wrote about relate and corresponds as much as possible to Pedro’s real life.

I Hope you like it ! I did turn the nervous part into something more, but I think it’s accurate.

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Pregnancy has never really been on the table. Pedro being in his late forties, extremely focused on his acting career, he was never really interested in it. Even if most of his roles implied being a father. It was enough for him. Interacting with his nephews since they were born, and friends’ kids was clearly enough for him. As for you? Well, you never really thought about it, you never questioned if you actually wanted at least one child. It wasn’t a part missing, you were enjoying your life as it was.

But here you are, pacing in the bathroom, trying to convince yourself to do the test. That one time where you both felt wild and had unprotected sex was catching up. It’s been almost a two months. Yeah. That’s how much busy both of your lives are. You actually had you period last month, but you read somewhere that it was possible during the first trimester to still have your period or losing a little blood, and you’ve been having pregnancy symptoms, therefore you got paranoid.

I mean, morning sickness, nausea, bloated, it kind of matches. Not to forget some weird cravings. Pedro hasn’t been here for two weeks since he is on set on the last of us, so he doesn’t know about you being sick.

“Okay, you can do it. It’s just a test, it might not-” you got cut

“Y/n!” You heard a male voice calling you. It could only be Pedro. With the music blaring in the background, you didn’t really recognized the voice, but it could only be him. You panicked and opened the first drawer and put the test in it before leaving the bathroom. As you opened the door, Pedro was standing there, ready to open the door.

“Hey!” You got scared. He had a big smile

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you”

“It’s okay. But, what are you doing here? You were supposed to come back only tonight!” You slowly closed the door, not breaking eye contact with Pedro.

“Well, as we are extremely professional actors, we did a great job and we got to finish early this week, so here I am”

“Professional actors huh?” You both laughed

“I missed you mama” ouch, mama, the nickname brought you back to reality, remembering what was about to happen in the bathroom as you forgot for a few seconds. Pedro pulled you into his chest, hugging you tight.

“I missed you more” you closed your eyes, your arms holding him as tight as he was holding you.

“What’s with the basin by the bed?” You suddenly opened your eyes, moving your head to look at it.

“Hum- I got sick this week, it was.. in case I didn’t feel I could make it on time to the bathroom”

“You got sick? When? You didn’t tell me” you parted. He was looking at you, worried.

“I didn’t want to make you worry for nothing, I think I just ate something bad”

“Probably the sushi’s you dared to order Wednesday night without me” you smiled

“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait any longer!” You both laughed “but karma got me back”

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Yes, it as two days ago, I’m fine”

“Good. Because I want to take you out tonight. Find a cute dress, maybe the red one from our first date, I’m taking a shower and we’re out, okay?”

“Oh okay” you were surprised, but good. It could only help you change your mind, and you really needed it. Pedro kissed your forehead and went in the bathroom, as you anxiously watched him move. You hoped he wouldn’t find the test.

And now you were out, at your favorite dinner, with your favorite person. You were having a wonderful night. As the weather was nice, you had the chance to eat outside, just like your first date.

“It brings so many memories to be here tonight” you said staring at Pedro. “I’m wearing the same dress, we’re outside just like it” you both smiled

“Yeah, so many things change since that first date” you nodded, laughing “and it’s about to change again” he started at you, not really showing his emotions. You were confused

“Again? What do you mean?”

“I could ask you the same thing?” You furrowed your eyebrows

“What? I’m going to need you to elaborate please”

“Well you’re pregnant so-”

“You saw the test”

“Yeah”

“But I didn’t do it” now Pedro was confused

“What?”

“Yeah, I was about to when you arrived. I had been pacing for 5 minutes trying to do it, and you arrived”

“Oh”

“I know we never really talked about it, and I know you don’t want kids b-”

“No I never- it’s not that I don’t want kids- it’s just- yeah okay, it wasn’t something I really needed, I agree. But, it is also because I’ve never been in a long term relationship like we are, and-”

“So you would be opened to it? Because I don’t really think I am. It’s a lot you know, body changing, life changing”

“And if you don’t want to, I will respect that, you know that right?”

“I know” you both smiled. You both went silent for some time. “Can we go home so I can actually do the test?”

“Yes please” you both hurried outside to the car, going back home. You couldn’t really tell if it was anxiety or excitement that got you back home so fast, but here you were, in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, ready to do the test. Pedro was waiting in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, thinking about the future. In a matter of minutes everything could change. 5 minutes later, you got out of the bathroom and sat next to Pedro, leaning on his shoulder.

“Now we wait.. 3minutes” you read on the box. Pedro held your hand tight.

Suddenly, your timer on your phone rang, making your heart skip a beat. You looked at Pedro, and got up, going to take the test that you left in the bathroom. You took it, and looked at it. Positive. You slowly walked out, staring at the test.

“What is it?” Your eyes connected with Pedro’s.

“Positive”

“How are you feeling?”

“I-I don’t know. I was really hoping I wasn’t, I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry, It’s okay” he looked at you. “Come here” you walked in front of him, still looking at the test. “It can still be a false positive, those things, we don’t even know if they’re reliable”

“False negative are common, but not false positive”

“Hm- well, you know what, let’s not be sure until we see the doctor, okay?” You couldn’t stop looking at the test. “Y/n, baby, look at me” which you did. “It’s going to be okay. You can still abort if you want to”

“Yeah but aborting it’s still something big”

“I know, and I’ll be here. Whatever you choose, I’ll never leave you alone” his eyes were wondering on your face. He was really trying to calm you down, make you feel better. But it was still a lot. We’re talking about having a child.

[two days later]

You were anxiously sitting in the waiting room. You were at your gynecologist. You needed real proof that you were pregnant (or not). You’ve been thinking about it non stop since you found out. Finding reasons, good and bad, to either keep it or not. Unfortunately, you had to go at the appointment alone. Pedro was on the set of The Last of Us, and couldn’t leave. He did try to take a day off, or at least a couple hours, but couldn’t. And after thinking about it, maybe it was for the best. You needed to make your own mind about it, and even if he would support you whatever you chose, you needed to be alone.

After your appointment, you somehow felt relieved. You were indeed pregnant. Almost two months. And your instinct was right. Even if you got your period you were pregnant. You got a small picture, even if it looks like a bean, you wanted a real proof to show Pedro. This relief you felt when you knew you really were pregnant was the last reason you needed to make up your mind.

You’ve been with Pedro for almost three years and he is the love of your life. You want to give this child the love you give and receive from Pedro. You’ve always seen him being a father figure to someone, and now, you really want to see him being the father to your kid. Yes maybe the age gap can make it a little difficult, but he has the soul of a child, he will be the best father ever. And you wanted to be the best mother too. Your childhood scared you enough to avoid children in general until today, but it wasn’t going to define you. You will be better. And you had the best partner with you.

So you decided to drive to the set to surprise Pedro with the good news. When you arrived on set, you saw him doing a scene with Bella. They were walking next to each other and Bella was telling jokes. When the scene was cut, you made yourself known to Pedro, who immediately came to hug you, ignoring everything around you.

“Mi amor, how was the appointment?” You looked around you, then took Pedro’s hand and went in a quieter side of the room.

“I have a little bean in my stomach”

“And how are we feeling about it?” He was trying to see if it was good or bad news

“And I can’t wait to see it growing” his eyes widened

“Does this mean-”

“Yes” you took out the picture

“Oh my god!” He jumped then he hugged you very tight

“You’re going to be a real daddy” you whispered in his ear

You were suddenly interrupted by a voice calling Pedro. It was Bella

“Oh hi Bella!” You said happily

“Hi y/n, what’s going on?” They were looking at you confused. Pedro looked at you very excited.

“Can we tell them?” He whispered in your ear. You stared at him, smiling.

“Sure”

“I’m going to be a dad!” He hold Bella’s hands, they were shocked. He was laughing, so happy.

“Whaaaaat? No way!! Congrats!” Bella hugged you

“Thank you!”

“Is that a picture of the baby?”

“You mean a bean? Yeah” you laughed, showing them the picture

“How far are you?”

“It’s only two months”

“Yeah only” Bella joked

“Seven to go!”

You knew it was going be seven long and challenging months. But with Pedro, it was worth it. Right now you might feel happy, but tomorrow you might panic just thinking about it. It’s not always good or bad. But you’re in the right path, and you really want it to happen. This is the proof of the true love between Pedro and you. It can only bring you happiness. In a house full of love.

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[drewharrisonwriter]

On the Mend - Ch 3: You Don’t Have To

No Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader

Read this on AO3 | Masterlist

Summary: Of all the things you did to erase Joel Miller in your life, there was one thing you forgot about--having him as your emergency contact.

Word count: 1,584

A/N: Here's chapter 3 and it looks like reader and Joel are on their way to patching things up. IDK. LOL I'm honestly just going along with my deluluness on this one. Also, tagging @vickie5446 for this update. If you want to be tagged for the next ones, just leave a comment ^_^

The days following Joel's unexpected visit were a whirlwind of emotions for her. She couldn't shake the memory of seeing him standing on her doorstep, bruised and broken, pleading for a chance to make amends. It stirred a chaotic mix of feelings within her, and she found herself torn between her love for him and her resentment for the pain he had caused.

It didn't help that Joel had sent her texts simply asking her how she is and if they could see each other again. All of which she left on read. Still unsure if she still wants Joel back in her life.  

Days turned into a relentless march toward her impending maternity leave. 

She buried herself in work, taking on overtime to secure extra pay and ensure her coworkers wouldn't be burdened in her absence. It was a way to stay busy, to distract herself from the storm of thoughts and emotions raging within. Between work, her doctor's appointments and the preparations for the nursery, her days were filled to the brim.

Too much so that one hot afternoon, as the sun blazed down on her car during her drive home from work, she felt an unexpected, sharp pain in her lower abdomen. It caught her off guard, and she winced in discomfort, her grip on the steering wheel tightening. She tried to dismiss it as just another round of pregnancy discomfort, but the pain persisted and grew stronger with each passing moment.

With a trembling hand, she reached for her phone and dialed her doctor's number. As she explained her symptoms, the doctor advised her to head straight to the hospital, suspecting it might be preterm labor. Panic coursed through her veins as she obeyed the instructions.

Rushing through the hospital doors, she tried to remain calm despite the escalating pain. The nurses quickly took her to a room, and she was placed under observation, calling her emergency contact as they worked on her. 

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Joel had just picked up Sarah from her soccer practice after work, and they were heading home with Tommy in tow when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and his brows furrowed in confusion at the number he did not recognize. 

"Quit bickering, you two!" Joel said hushing the two who were arguing about something as he answered the call. 

“Hello?” His blood ran cold as he listened to the nurse on the other end explain the situation.

Without a second thought, Joel made a swift U-turn, the tires screeching on the pavement. 

"Jesus Christ, Joel!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Dad, what's going on?" Sarah asked worriedly.

Joel's knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel as he navigated through traffic, his mind racing. "She's at the hospital,” his voice tight. " Somethin's wrong."

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The hospital felt like a blur as Joel rushed through the corridors, his heart pounding with each step. When he arrived at her room, he was met with a mix of relief and surprise. She lay in the hospital bed, her face etched with pain, and when her eyes met his, she looked astonished.

"Joel? What are you doing here?" she managed to say between breaths.

Joel's worry didn't subside, but he couldn't help but smile faintly. "I'm still listed as your emergency contact," he explained, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and tenderness.

Her brow furrowed in realization, and she seemed flustered. "I'm so sorry, Joel. You shouldn't have come, I meant to change that."

Joel shook his head, his eyes never leaving her. "You don't need to do that," he replied softly. "I'm here because I want to be. I want to be here for you and the baby..." 

She blinked away the tears and took a deep breath. "Joel, I appreciate that you want to help, but I've managed this far on my own, and I can handle it. You don't need to feel obligated."

Joel nodded, his expression filled with understanding. "I know you're strong and capable, and I know so well that you can do it on your own. But I also know how tough it is to care for a newborn alone. I've been there, and I don't want you to go through it if I can help."

Their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. She wanted to prove her independence, to show Joel that she could handle everything just fine on her own, that she doesn't need him in her life as much as he didn't want her to be a constant in his. 

Before she could respond, the intern entered the room, donned in a white coat and a warm smile. 

"Good evening," the intern greeted kindly, glancing between the two of them. 

"I've reviewed your test results, and it appears that what you experienced was indeed a false alarm. This can sometimes happen due to stress or other factors, especially during the later stages of pregnancy."

Relief washed over her, and she nodded gratefully. "So I can go home tonight?"

"Absolutely!" The intern continued, "I also called your OB and she advised that you be on bed rest with bathroom privileges until your next routine checkup next week."

"Thank you, doc. I'll make sure she's well taken care of." Joel answered for her. 

After providing some more instructions, the intern excused herself from the room. "I'll have someone process your discharge papers," she said as she closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them alone.

Joel turned his attention back to her, his determination unwavering. 

"I'm comin’ home with you." he insisted, his voice soft yet firm. "Let me take care of you, even if it's just until your next doctor's appointment."

She hesitated, her desire for independence warring with the growing realization that accepting Joel's help might be the best course of action. 

"I don't want to burden anyone, Joel," she confessed, worry etching lines on her face. “Besides, what about Sarah? Tommy can’t handle stuff all on his own, and you both have work.” 

“You don’t worry ‘bout all that now.” he assured her. “Tommy and Sarah can manage without me for the next couple of days, in fact you can ask them yourself.” He smiled lightly.

“What?” Her eyes widened in surprise. "Tommy and Sarah are here?" she asked, her voice filled with longing. 

“They’re, uh, outside.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Do-do you think Sarah would want to see me?” She asked him softly, feeling unsure and a little embarrassed about basically ghosting a 10 year old who considered her as a mother-figure. 

“Of course, darlin’.” Joel said, “I’d go get them if you want.” She nodded and Joel's smile grew wider as he walked out of the room to call in Tommy and Sarah. 

When they entered the room, her heart nearly burst with joy. Sarah squealed in excitement at the sight of her, and they shared a warm hug, both happy to be reunited after too long apart.

Sarah was brimming with curiosity. "Mom, how are you? Is the baby okay?"

She smiled down at the little girl, touched by her concern. "I'm doing much better now, sweetie, and the baby's just fine." Suddenly Sarah started sniffling. 

“I’m so happy to see you again.” Fat tears began to roll down her plump cheeks. “Please, mom, come home…” The little girl pleaded. 

“Sarah–”Joel started but was cut off. 

“It’s okay, Joel.” She assured him, clinging tightly to Sarah. 

Joel stepped closer, a comforting presence beside them. "Sarah, your mom needs to rest for a little while," he explained gently, his hand resting on her shoulder. "But maybe when she's a little better, she may want to hang out..." Joel's statement came out as a question directed at her and she nodded in reply.

"That's absolutely right, sweetie," she chimed in, her voice soft and warm. "I just need to get better so that your baby sister can keep growing stronger before she arrives."

"She?" The three Millers asked in unison.

“Oh…” A faint blush crept onto her cheeks as she smiled. "Yes, Sarah is going to have a baby sister." 

After a few more moments of heartfelt exchanges, they reluctantly said their goodbyes to Sarah and Tommy, assuring them that they would see each other soon. As the door closed behind them, she sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the emotional encounter.

Joel turned his attention back to her, his gaze soft with a hint of uncertainty. 

"I'm so sorry," he began, his voice carrying a tone of regret, "I didn't mean to make plans for you and Sarah—"

"It's alright, Joel," she interjected, offering a faint smile. "I truly want to see Sarah again. I think I owe her an apology and an explanation." She admitted, and he responded with a grateful nod. "Thank you," he breathed out.

She absentmindedly stroked her swollen belly; the contractions had ceased, but she still felt uncomfortable.

"So, uh..." Joel started, his hand nervously rubbing his neck, "does that mean you're okay with me stayin' over for a couple of days?"

"Yes," she nodded, "Thank you, Joel. You really don't have to, though. I can ask—"

"No, no," Joel interrupted, his voice earnest. "Please, I want to... I want to take care of you and the baby."

A brief silence settled in the room, interrupted only when a nurse popped her head through the door with the paperwork.

Soon after, they found themselves walking to her car, with Joel behind the wheel, driving her home.

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[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty-Five: Joel Miller + Pregnancy

Your belly wasn't huge just yet. Four months along and you were growing more beautiful by the day. Joel was scared at first when you told him that you were pregnant. Then all that feared melted away into happiness. A deep seeded happiness he hadn't felt in a long time. Not to say that you didn't make him happy, Joel just never thought he'd get the chance again.

You'd grown fuller in the days leading up to the fourth month of your pregnacy. Your hips a little bit wider, shirt a little bit tighter that were already opting to borrow Joels much looser shirts.

The thing that Joel loved the most about your pregnancy so far had been the way your breasts had only grown along side your belly.

Joel would lay next to you almost every morning. His head pressed into the soft plush breasts that had become his new pillows over the past few months.

This morning was like no other, Joel's black curls tickling your exposed skin as the morning sun fluttered in through moth eaten curtains. Your arm wrapped around the older man in a gently, and doting way. You didn't dare move as not to stir the man awake.

You just watched as his body moved up and down with every long and deep breathe he took. His head once again rested in the valley of your breasts. You moved your hand slightly in an effort to comb through the black curls that were peppered with grey.

"Good mornin' sweetheart." Joels morning voice is a mix of just the right amount of texas drawl, and rusty morning voice and it makes you heat up instantly. "Mornin' baby." Continuing to stare down at Joel, "You know starin' is rude." You roll your eyes.

Joel moves ever so slightly to get a bit more comfortable. "Look at that belly of yours." Joel loves the way you look, and loves it even more now that you have started wearing his clothes. Right now though is his favorite. Your naked body under a thin layer of sheet. You're beautiful, and everything to him.

You can feel the hard on Joel is sporting as it presses into your thigh. He ruts into your plushy thighs a few times absent mindly. 'So pretty in the mornin' baby. Did you know that?" He asks, you hum closing your eyes. As Joel starts to caress his hands up and down your body. Doing circles on your protruding belly.

"Ya did? I think I'll tell you again just how much I love your body." Joel whispers into your skin. His hands are getting ever so closer to your heat. You can't help but want to lure him in, so you spread your legs open.

"Are you trying to seduce me darlin'?" Joel asks, sounding more awake by the second. "Maybe." You tease, he eyes you for a moment longer before reaching down between your open thighs. Collect two fingers worth of slick. When he brings his hand from between your legs. You watch as he archs a brow, and then sticks his fingers into his mouth.

Moaning around them, "Taste so sweet for me baby." He murmurs. Joels shifts once again. His elbow digging into the bed, giving him a better advantage as he take a nipple into his mouth. He sucks on the bud bringing it to life as then he starts to divide his attention. His mouth plays with your tit, and his hand plays with your clit.

Wet fingers playing and teasing your clit sends shotting nevers up and down your back. Moans hit the twenty plus year old walls in the small apartment. When Joel slips two of his longest fingers into you, your wet walls pull him in. He pulls off of your harden, and redden nipple with a smirk. "So fuckin' tight sweetheart. God I fuckin' love it." His hips rut into yours, as you feel his hard on pulse againt you.

"I can feel you pulsing agasint my fingers, you turned on by just my mouth, and fingers baby?" It's not really a question to be answered, Joel already knows that answer. As he continues to finger you, your head falling back into the pillow. Legs starting to twitch, Joel can see all that you're right on the edge.

Your breathing picks up, your legs start to shake harder then ever before. Your toes curl as your walls tighten around Joels fingers. "There's you go sweetness, cum all over my fingers baby. Do it for me." He doesn't need to coax you but you fall over the edge at his words.

Once again moans boucnes on the wall, and your thigh feels sticky. Joel doesn't take long to get up cleaning up his mess on him, and your thigh before taking care of you. A water for you to sip on. "Damn hot mama." He says as he walks stark naked back into the room. Holding that water in his hands. "You're so beautiful baby." He says as he lays back down in his spot.

Completed on: 08/14/23

Posted on: 10/25/23

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