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royallyprincesslilly · 1 year

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Title: Twice Seals The Fate***

Title: Twice Seals The Fate ***

Pablo Schreiber x GF Reader

Warning: NSFW, SMUUT, Cursing, Male & Female Receiving, Mild Crude Language, Fluff, 18+ Mature Content, Unprotected Lovin, Implied Preggo Talk

Words: 4.2k

Summary: While Pablo is on location filming the latest season of HALO, you pay him a visit after a nice chunk of time frees up on your calendar. One morning you wake to see him mid workout and laying eyes on this sight, there is only one possible outcome.

Note: I couldn’t resist this one. You’re welcome!

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Chirp-Chirp, Chirp-Chirp.

The sound was so soft you almost missed it. However, the bevy of animal sounds continued.

Chirp-Chirp, Chirp-Chirp.

Squawk- Squawk, Squawk - Squawk.

Neeeeeeigh.

Moooooo.

“Mmm.”

You groaned feeling as if you’d put yourself through a rigorous two-hour workout. You rolled to your right and your arm flopped onto a pillow—an empty pillow. It took a few moments but when your brain registered that and the sounds you were hearing your head flew up. The brightness around you felt unnatural as if it was artificial. Squinting, you looked around and immediately didn’t recognize your surroundings.

“What the--.”

It took nearly a minute for you to remember the last 24 hours. Your head was heavy and everything hazy. You got bits and pieces of your travels. You on the plane after agreeing to make a long-awaited visit to none other than the love of your life. It was a trip you’d both been unable to make but also reluctant to make.

Your schedule was insane as was Pablo’s thanks to him being on location filming the second season of Halo. To make things worse you hated flying after the two scares you’d had. Flying was the bane of your existence, and you could never do it unless you drank your way through it. Not even Valium fully worked on you, so you incorporated some self-medication—liquor.

You groaned again as it all came back. 4 valiums, 4 bottles of wine and an eight-hour flight took you all the way out. When you’d gotten off the plane you were more than tipsy. You cringed thinking you may have embarrassed yourself or Pablo when he and his assistant picked you up.

“Oh god, Y/N,” you croaked as you flipped onto your back.

You knew you’d gotten into the wrong career for the level of shambles you found yourself in whenever you had to fly. Nothing worked. Pablo knew this and had always been so supportive of you with working around it and it only made you love him even more. You replayed a memory from last night of Pablo putting you in the bathtub and giving you a bath like an actual toddler then tucking you in forehead kiss and all.

“Oh god.”

Guilt filled you. He’d probably had a long day on set and needed to be taken care of and loved on too, but you were so out of it he’d ended up taking care of you. Knowing him he was probably feeling guilty making you come all the way out. At the thought of him, you looked beside you and found his side empty. You sat up with the intention to go looking for him but the view out the sliding doors held you captivated.

“Wow.”

Thankfully your legs were in full working order now. You walked over to the doors and marveled at the view before you. As far as the eye could see it was white with peeks of greenery. The expansive field was so wide and free of clutter, litter, and people that you could not help but step outside onto the veranda. The crisp, fresh air hit you and it was clear you weren’t in LA anymore.

Despite the strong chill in the air thanks to the freshly fallen snow, you couldn’t find one fault. This may actually be heaven, you thought to yourself. Off to the left you saw the responsible parties for the farmland orchestra. There were actual cows grazing in the pasture like they had not one care in the world and free roaming horses.

“Must be nice.”

A flock of birds passing overhead caught your eye and you watched them flit merrily in the air as their song echoed around. This view and atmosphere made up for the eight-hour nightmare. You took a few more moments to enjoy the view but when the cold got too much to bear in your state of undress, you then went back inside to brush your teeth before finding Pablo.

When you made your way through the quiet house you wondered if he’d left to set already. Peeking into rooms you found them Pablo free. You thought to go back to the bedroom for your phone to call him but decided to look everywhere first. Turning the corner, you expected to be the only one there, but you stopped in your tracks as the most delicious sight laid before you that cleared any residual haze in your brain.

Pablo was in the center of the large and minimalistic living room with his back braced on a rolling sit up wheel with his arms behind his head. His feet were firmly planted on the hardwood floors with a pair of brown sweats sitting dangerously low. From the angle you stood you could count each and every ab muscle that popped from his perfect form.

Slowly, you raked your eyes over every inch of skin that was on display. Have mercy you thought. The pictures he’d been sending you over the last three months had not done an ounce of justice to what you were looking at now. From the pictures he looked good yes, and you’d wanted to run your hand along every inch of him, but in front of you now, you wanted so much more.

You watched him use the contraption underneath him, no doubt a new torture device from Eddie. He rocked forward and brought himself into a crunch and if it was possible those abs popped even more. He held the position and the longer he did the more parched you became. Thanks to those low sitting sweats you could see those brain numbing indentations at his sides that disappeared inside those now annoying sweats. Your eyes lowered and caught sight of a half-asleep monster skimming the surface.

Without thought you licked your lips. Pablo rolled backward releasing the position he’d been holding and arched himself back. Your eyes roamed up his sweat glistened body to see he wore headphones. He probably had no idea you were up much less ogling him like this. You slowly and carefully walked into the room taking care to not make a sound. Once you came around him and stood just between his legs you took the time to admire him some more.

His usual fit and build were always impressive to you because he always kept himself in good shape no matter what. However, his Halo level of fit was insane, and you thanked the producers every day that they’d chosen him for the role and that he was so dedicated to portraying an authentic master chief. Needless to say, your sex life since had been at a whole new level of explosive. It was a level you didn’t think was possible since you were already at wildfire levels.

Before he could move you dropped down onto your knees and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down. As soon as they moved, Pablo flinched swinging his head up to land on you. Your attention was taken by the half soft meal you’d revealed.

“Jesus! Y/N, you scared the shit out of me!”

“Did I?”

You looked at him without moving your head, so it was only your eyes that bored into him. You always knew this made him weak. Sure enough, Pablo groaned.

“God, don’t look at me like that.”

Smirking, you wrapped your hand around his length that was much firmer than seconds ago.

“Mmm. Looks like you like being scared and the way I’m looking at you.”

Pablo scoffed and made a move to get off the wheel, but you gently squeezed him.

Groaning, he met your eyes again. “What’re you doing? You know that’s not a toy, right?”

“No? I thought it was my toy?”

His clear hazel eyes darkened as the tip of his tongue dipped out to wet his bottom lip.

“No worries, I’m not looking for a toy right now…just a snack.”

You tipped your tongue and licked from the base of his cock to the smooth tip. A deep moan that sounded like a big cat’s purr rumbled in Pablo’s chest and filled the room. You loved hearing him moan.

“I’m—I’m sweaty. Let me--.”

His words were cut off by another moan when you sucked his head into your mouth and moaned on it hoping that was answer enough for him.

“Uuugh!”

Pablo’s head dropped back to hang down as you swirled your tongue around him quite enjoying the slight saltiness to his skin. A wave of hunger hit you so hard that you couldn’t control yourself. Dipping your head lower, you took him into your mouth until he touched the back of your throat.

Pablo hissed as his head flung back up to watch you. Using his hands, he bracketed your head holding you gently. His mouth fell open as if he’d planned to say something, but no sound came. Rotating your head from left to right you rolled your tongue along the underside of his shaft.

“Fuuuuck!”

“Mmmm.”

Pablo’s grip tightened. It wasn’t enough to hurt you but just enough to let you know he was quickly losing control.

“God baby,” he breathed keeping a close eye on your mouth.

You slowly bobbed on him bringing your mouth all the way down so your top lip brushed against the spray of dark neatly trimmed hair there then up just until his swollen tip slipped out of your mouth. When it did, he grunted and thrusted upward showing his eagerness to be back inside your mouth.

“Shit Y/N,” he muttered through trembling lips.

That wasn’t the only thing that was trembling. From the way his body shook, you could tell he was quickly getting to the point where his muscles would give way. Increasing the power of your suck, you clamped onto his need and moaned. Suddenly Pablo jerked up sending his arousal down your throat tempting your gag. Suppressing it, you pulled back lifting your mouth off of him leaving a trail of thick saliva.

“For fuck’s sake,” Pablo rasped before he yanked you to him. Your body crashed to his and it was at the last moment that you worried the wheel underneath him would break that Pablo smoothly held you to him, rolled to the right while cocooning you so you didn’t feel the impact of the wooden floors.

“I’ve missed you so much, dollface.”

You smiled and smoothed the back of your hand against his bristled cheek.

“I missed you too. I’m sorry about--.”

That was all you got out before Pablo’s lips pressed to yours for your first kiss in months. You both moaned against each other as your lips sweetly danced together reacquainting themselves with the feel of the other. When you felt Pablo readjust himself so he was perfectly nestled between your legs, you moaned at the heaviness of his length pressed against your core. His lips sped and the kiss turned desperate, urgent, and so much more sinful. He kissed you like a hungry man. A man who’d had to go months without sustenance and couldn’t get enough now with his first taste.

Soon you both were wildly making out on the floor pawing at each other wherever you could. The t-shirt that you’d found yourself in when you awoke was now pushed to your hips exposing your lower half where you only wore one of Pablo’s boxers. His large hand snaked underneath the shirt to cup your bare breast. You arched thrusting it further out to him like a sacrificial offering. Pablo groaned then buried his head into your neck where he nipped, licked and sucked your skin.

“Oh Pablo.”

His roughened thumb swiped across your nipple once, then twice before he flicked the now hardened peak.

“Yes,” you breathed.

As one hand cupped your breast, the other dipped inside those boxers and found where you wanted him the most. A high-pitched gasp left your lips when Pablo’s fingers dipped between your folds.

“Mmmmm,” Pablo rumbled finding you already wet for him.

Pablo then pressed his forehead to yours as his fingers explored the slickness between your thighs.

“Fuck dollface, you’re already wet for me?”

You nodded unable to find your voice. He scissored your clit between his fingers and slid them up and down sending such powerful sparks of pleasure through you, you nearly came right then.

“Aaah!”

Pablo must have sensed it because his body stiffened, then he slid one finger home into your core. You both groaned in unison. It wasn’t nearly enough but it was still so fucking good and so much more than you’d had all these months. When you opened your eyes, you found Pablo’s hazel ones locked on you. His mouth was slightly ajar as he continued dipping into your cavernous heat one centimeter at a time. When he’d finally sent that one digit as far as it could go, he curled it up making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“You’re so tight. It’s like I’ve never claimed this sweet little pussy as mine.”

You whimpered when he hooked his finger deeper.

“Fuck, I’m going to have to teach her again how to take me, huh?”

You nodded.

“I can’t hear you dollface.”

Pablo added another finger rotating his wrist, so his fingers spiraled inside of you.

“Ye—ye—yes, yes, yes!”

As if on their own, his fingers pulled out of you only to slam back in again and again before Pablo pulled them out completely. You watched as he licked them clean like a man with his favorite flavored cone.

“You taste as good as I remember. I want more.”

Before you knew it, Pablo had flipped you so you were straddling him with his thick, hard cock pressing against your sex. The feel of him nestled between your legs but not inside of you was so tempting that you couldn’t resist ricking against him using your slickness to ease your glide.

“Aah,” Pablo growled gripping your hips but not stopping you.

You began slow but that didn’t last. After the second or third rock you were quickly rubbing yourself against his need half using him for your own pleasure and half teasing him. The only sounds in the living room were your combined panting and moaning. Pablo’s grip on your hips tightened and soon he was pulling you toward his face.

When his mouth latched onto your clit you instinctively bucked against him swiping your pussy across his mouth and nose. Pablo moaned then locked his arms around your waist holding you right where he wanted. His tongue set the pace telling you that he planned on devouring you until you were breathless and trying to run away and even then, he wouldn’t let you.

Before even three minutes had passed you were so close, and he knew it from the way your moans turned to mewls and mewls turned to pants then finally whines.

“Ah, ah, ah, Pa—oh my god!”

You tried to pull away, but his arms held you tighter and deciding to just lose yourself to the pleasure you rocked on him, riding his face. Your wail of pleasure echoed throughout the house as your orgasm crept up on you taking you by surprise. Pablo moaned as he lapped at your flesh taking every drop you gave him. Even then he didn’t releasee you, he kept on coaxing another.

Trying to pry yourself from him was futile so you gave yourself to the wild, consuming feeling bubbling within you. A feeling that threatened complete destruction and rebirth, a feeling that wanted as much as it would give, a feeling that was almost terrifying in the way that it made you feel so utterly out of control, but you didn’t run from it. You found Pablo’s eyes on you, and you lost your shit. You came so hard you nearly fell back on him. If it weren’t for his strong arms holding you, you were sure you would have.

The next thing you knew you were cocooned in Pablo’s arms with your head resting in the crook of his beauty mark speckled neck while straddling him. Your eyes met and your hearth thundered even more.

“Hi,” Pablo whispered before kissing the tip of your nose.

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry, I took too much too soon,” Pablo said.

Your brow crinkled. “Too much?”

“After flying, now with jet lag, I should have--.”

You cut him off with a kiss. When you felt his hardness lurch underneath you, you realized then you’d blacked out and he hadn’t come yet. This man was too good to you. Kissing him with renewed need, you shifted just a little so his cock was between your bodies throbbing against your belly. Then you shifted onto your knees and hovered just above his length. Every time your wet entrance grazed the tip of his need he flinched and stiffened. He was barely hanging on.

“You haven’t taken enough.”

You then slid down taking him inside of you inch by slow inch. Pablo threw his head back and clenched his jaw. His Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably tempting you to nip him which you did. Biting down on his skin you marked him not caring who saw it. Pablo groaned, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down onto him filling and stretching you to capacity.

“Fuck!”

Pablo shook as he held you still. Every muscle in his back and chest jerked, then clenched and unclenched. He was right, he would have to teach you how to take him again. You were so impossibly full of him you were tethering on that fine line of pleasure and pain, and it drove you mad.

“So tight, so fucking tight,” Pablo muttered allowing his vulnerability to shine through his voice.

You slowly raised off of him allowing a few inches to slip from you before lowering yourself again. When you did, Pablo whimpered. Doing it again and again his reaction to you only intensified. By the time you’d picked up your speed both of your pleasure had synced. It felt as if you could feel his pleasure and he could feel yours. You were on the same seesaw ebbing back and forth, up and down on the way to the most powerful shared orgasm.

“You’re so beautiful,” Pablo whispered into your ear before he bit your lobe.

“Mmm. You feel incredible baby,” you countered.

“Did you miss my cock dollface?”

You nodded before you bit onto his bottom lip then sucked it into your mouth. Pablo squeezed your hips then began moving you on him. First, he rocked you back and forth then lifted you up and down slamming you down every time. By the time you were seeing stars behind your eyes, you pushed him back, so he laid down onto the floor, then lifted his t-shirt off of your body. Pablo’s eyes immediately dropped to your breasts and seconds later his hands cupped them.

Using him as an anchor you planted your hands on this ripped torso then bounced on him. With every crash down onto him the goosebumps on your flesh beaded tighter and tighter, your telltale sign you were close.

“I’m so close baby.”

“Come for me dollface. Come all over this cock.”

The man was an expert dirty talker. You didn’t stand a chance. As if on command, you did just that. As the sensation wrapped you up and took over you sat on top of him allowing yourself to fully let go after so many months apart. Pablo gripped your hips then jackhammered up into you inching your closer and closer to another release.

“Ah, ah aahhaa, Pablo!”

he grunted once, twice then you felt him filling you like a twinkie.

“Ah, uh, uh, ah, uuuugh!”

He held you so tightly against him ensuring that not even a drop escaped you and with every spurt he released inside of you, your body trembled. After several long moments, you both were a panting mess as you clung to one another.

“Mmm, I love you, Y/N.”

Your eyes met. “Yeah?”

He looked so open, so vulnerable, so free for the taking.

“I do. I love you so fucking much. Shit after today you just may be stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

He kissed your collar then brought sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your breasts before wrapping his mouth around your nipple.

“Mmm. What’s that supposed to mean?”

He took his time licking and sucking your nipple reawakening that hungry, desperate need within you. Pulling his mouth from your flesh, he bit his bottom lip then brought one hand to your stomach.

“I think I may have just planted Pablo Jr and Pabuela right here.”

Your eyes bugged as you took in his words. Both of you snorted then laughed heartily.

“Pablo!”

You playfully slapped his chest.

“Is that what your goal was? Let’s trap her so she’ll stay?”

You playfully pinched and poked him until he rolled onto you pinning your arms above your head.

“Trap? That’s such an ugly word. I prefer locked down, wifed up.”

Both of you stopped moving as your eyes lingered. This was not the first time ether of you had heard the W word in reference to your relationship. It was however the first time Pablo had used the W word in reference to your relationship. This was also the first time he’d joked about having kids with you. He hovered over you, searching your eyes. You didn’t know what to say so you remained silent as your heart raced uncontrollably.

“What do you think?”

“Pabuela is a hideous name. There is no way my—our daughter will be named that.”

You knew what you’d said, and you’d said it on purpose. His eyes remained on yours, but they sparked with intensity.

“But Pablo Jr?”

“PJ, sounds good,” you whispered.

It was as if you were having two conversations in one. This lighthearted hypothetical one with the real and much deeper one hidden between the words, a serious one, one that was heavy with promise and intent. Pablo bit his bottom lip as he readjusted himself between your legs.

“It does. Maybe Y/N Jr for—our daughter?”

Hearing how heartbreakingly soft his voice got when he said “our” made your heart skipped a beat. It was a horrible idea, no way would you want to make your daughter a Jr, but hearing those words from him took your breath away. Shit you were so gone--hook, line and sinker for this man.

You widened your legs then wrapped them around his waist. “There’s room for improvement but—I think we should be sure they are planted properly. Once may be all it takes but twice—seals the fate.”

Pablo slowly smiled until he was full on just teeth and gums. With one thrust of his hips, he connected you again, stealing your breath all over again. The whole time he thrust into you his eyes never left yours. You were having a full-on conversation with your eyes and the beating of your hearts. The intensity of the exchange made you overly sensitive. You could feel everything ten times more. Every rub of his skin against yours felt like sparks from fireworks landed on your flesh. Every collision of his hip bone into yours was the rake of nails along your skin. Every tap of his thighs against the backs of yours sent a frisson of fire through you. It all felt so incredible, so completely perfect.

When you felt his movements lag becoming even less controlled, you knew the intensity of the moment, of your lovemaking was also making him more sensitive as well. He was close and neither of you wanted to stop it or slow down. Pablo quickly thrusted into you racing for his release and you held on to him never taking your eyes off of his. Suddenly he stopped moving leaving your body in heightened suspension. Your first thought was he’d changed his mind and was pulling away from you both physically and emotionally. The thought made your heart clench and eyes prick with tears.

“I love you, Y/N. Forever and always.”

His brow crinkled and just like that he’d made the conscious decision and deliberate choice to seal your fate and lives together. A tear rolled out the corner of your eye as you joined him in the sweetest orgasm you’d ever had together. When you felt Pablo’s thick digit swipe at the tear you saw the question, worry and fear in his eyes. Smiling, you cupped his bearded jaw and erased any doubt in him with three words.

“Forever and always.”

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littlemelaninfics · 1 year

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Mmmkay but imagine Pablo being both a daddy dom and a pleasure dom and him getting of not only at the sight of you all tied up but also at the sounds you make as he finishes you

"Look at you. So pretty. So helpless."

-The button on the wand attached to your clit clicked on

-Your back arched as far as it could off the bed, moans being muffled by the gag in your mouth

-His eyes would light up as your pussy started dripping, the vibrations making your juices spew against in bare arm and stomach

-“Gimme one more. Just one more,” he whispered as he connected his hand to your thigh

-A tear escaped from the corner of your eye. Your mound is so sensitive, yet your body craves the release. It craves the need to be good for him

-Your muffled moans would get louder as the vibrations feel like they somehow got stronger. Moving your hips up and down, climbing to the top of the mountain you’ve already jumped off 6 times tonight

-He would remove the wand and finish you off by rubbing is thick fingers over your sopping clit, inserting two all the way in so his thumb can finish the job

-Little strokes that would drive you crazy with desperation on any other occasion, but right now it was perfect

-You bit down on the gag as you eyes connected with his. He could see you begging

-“Good girl waiting for me to tell you when to cum,” he said placing the other hand on your lower stomach and pressing down

-You couldn’t hold it any longer and let out the most ecstasy filled wail you’ve ever omitted

-Pablo thrusts his fingers upwards and nudges your g-spot, immediately getting you to squirt down his forearm and onto the bed sheet

-This fucking freak would definitely drink from your fountain without a second thought

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indefiniteimagines · 2 years

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Ride || Pablo Schreiber Imagine

WARNINGS: language

"I'll be right there," Pablo sighed as he hung up the phone and got off the couch. He grabbed his keys and headed for the restaurant on the other side of town.

He reached the parking lot and handed me the extra helmet. I used his shoulders to steady myself as I got on the back of the bike. I hung on and he peeled out of the lot and back to his house. On the way, my night replayed over and over again in my head. I hugged him tighter and put my face into his back while i let a few tears escape. I looked to my left and saw the cityscape below the mountain. We made a left instead of a right and cruised down the road. He pulled into his driveway and turned off the motorcycle.

"Why are we here?" I asked as I got off the back.

"It's closer and it's late togo all the way to your place. I can get you an Uber if you want." I shook my head. His voice was kind of monotone, like he had something to say. Pablo didn't even wait for me before stalking to the front door to unlock it. He walked in and headed straight for his bar. I closed and locked the door before meeting him in the other room.

"You're mad at me, aren't you."

He downed the rest of his drink before placing the glass back in the counter, "I'm not thrilled with you, no."

"How can you be like that right now? I'm the one who got stood up in the middle of nowhere."

"And that's why. I told you that you didn't know that prick. To not put all your eggs in one basket and look where you are."

"Fuck you. Now you're just being mean. I just wanted a night with him. He's so sweet and I just don't know what happened."

"No. He was sweet when you met him 5 years ago. People change everyday."

"Yeah that's evident."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean I was expecting some kind of sympathy from you. You know, considering how fucking stupid I looked out there. But no. You have to tell me how right you are and how wrong I am. Basically driving it home that I am fucking stupid. So thanks a lot." I turned to leave to the guest room when I heard him pouring another drink. I slammed the door and flopped onto the bed, tears streaming down my face once more.

I woke up the next morning with a blanket covering me and noise coming from the floor. I slowly sit up and look down to see Pablo there with his own blanket and pillow, snoring softly. I reach for my phone but drop it against the nightstand, making a loud thud. Pablo stirred and opened his eyes with a sigh.

"Morning."

"Hi. What are you doing?"

He sat up and slid his hands over his face and back through his bed head. He rested his arms on his legs and looked at me, "I didn't think you should wake up alone. Look, I'm sorry for making you feel stupid because you're not. I was pissed at that prick for getting you all excited and then not showing. I hate that I was right. You deserve someone who would travel the world to spend one hour with you. And I'm sorry he wasn't that. I really am."

I looked down at him and crawled down to the floor. I wrapped my hands around his neck and started to cry a little bit.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's that for? I was trying to make you feel better," he said with concern in his voice. I unburied my face and kissed him on the cheek,

"They're happy tears. Thank you for being my best friend."

"I love you, kid."

"I love you too."

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penwieldingdreamer · 2 years

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Win a Blind Date with Who? - 4

Finally I got around to finish the fourth part of this story. Let me know what you think.

Part 1 2 3

CW: some sexual tension but nothing more

Moaning they stumbled inside the hotel room, hands clawing at clothes and scratching at the freshly exposed skin. His lips latched onto her neck, also breathing in her intoxicating aroma, a mix of nature, the flowery smell of her perfume and something that was just her.

Kate leaned her head back against the wall, biting back a moan as her hands wandered from his shoulders over his chest, feeling the muscles ripple underneath - like they did when they were standing under the waterfall.

"Fuck, this is crazy." Pablo mumbled. He straightened himself and watched her intently, breathing hard with his palms pressed into the wall next to her head.

They had had a great time at a local hole-in-the-wall restaurant, enjoying the regional specialities that were served and Kate talked him through how it was made or what was so special about it. He asked about her work, in turn getting questioned about his, feeling warmth spread in his belly when she snorted while laughing. She apologized, embarrassment coloring her cheeks but Pablo grinned, knowing Kate was showing him her true self. Not many had done it before, especially when they were strangers.

“You know there is a connection between us, right?” He laid one hand under her chin so he could look into her eyes. “Feels like I’ve known you forever. Like you belong.”

Drunk on endorphins and maybe the wine they had for dinner, Kate leaned up on her toes, sealing her lips with his. All thoughts of how badly this was going to turn in the morning were out the window, she only wanted to let it go and let herself feel, just this once.

He gently pushed her towards his own bedroom, his lips never ceasing their exploration of her own. She stumbled closer to the bed, grinning as she laid back on the mattress and closed her eyes.

Pablo smiled, biting his lips as he followed the way her legs were draped on his bed, the swell of her hips. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

He moved closer to the bed when she wasn’t answering, trying to see if he had killed the mood. But as he came face to face, he heard a snort coming from her lips. Closing his eyes, the actor let out a snort of his own and sat down next to her. Here he was about to get laid and here she was too drunk, already sleeping it off. Sighing, Pablo reached over, pulling her sneakers off, letting them fall to the floor with a thud before he got up and positioned her on the king-sized bed so Kate wouldn’t fall off.

With one last look at the sleeping lump on his bed, the actor walked to the adjoining bathroom to get ready for bed. He wouldn’t get much sleep with her all over the mattress, so Pablo was going to sleep in her room, hoping they could talk in the morning.

The next morning she was woken up by the sun shining in her face. Kate blinked her eyes, turning to see that she was laying in his bed instead of her own.

"What the" she grumbled, trying to get her legs out from the tangled sheats. Her mind turned back to the previous night, feeling the pounding between her eyes. "I'm never drinking again, that's for sure."

"You should consider it." The voice coming from the adjoining bedroom made her jump, looking over to the source. Yet a sigh left her smiling lips as she leaned back to watch him.

Shaking her head, Kate racked her brain to come up with an explanation of how she ended up in Pablo's bed and he was leaning against the door frame that led to hers for the time being. "What? Did we"

"You got a bit crazy with the wine, slept as soon as your head hit the bed." He told her, a smirk of his own playing on his lips and made his way over to her bed. "It's your last day, we should head down to breakfast."

Pablo held out his hand for her to take, feeling the warmth radiating through their skin. She shivered slightly, from the touch or the cool breeze that wafted in through the open window, Kate didn't know but it definitely wasn't unpleasant.

Watching the actor putting on his shoes, she woefully remembered that only in a few hours she'd be back in Munich, the time with him over like a blib. Thinking back on the day before it was like a dream and she couldn't help but feel the slight burning in her chest at the thought of maybe never seeing him again and being just another fan to him. With a sigh, Kate reluctantly stepped into the sneakers from the night before and finally followed him out of the hotel room.

Breakfast for both of them was a silent affair. Neither wanted to talk about the time once they were leaving again, yet it was inevitable. They both had lives, on either side of the world and it wasn't going to stop turning just because they had a great time together.

"So, uh, what are you going to do after this? Are you going to go straight back to filming?"

Pablo swallowed, feeling his chest tighten at maybe never seeing her again. She was one of the first women who wasn't one of his co-stars after the divorce from his ex that he felt comfortable to be with, maybe even in a romantic way. But he wouldn't get ahead of himself, even if the wine the night before loosened her tongue. "Uh, I'll be taking my bike down to Bozen, I think. Just enjoying nature and the time I'll be able to drive that BMW."

Kate giggled as she saw his broad grin return at the mention of nature. He was, without a doubt, the first - and only - actor she met that was so down to earth and intune with his surroundings. Or maybe it just was his upbringing, he had told her that Canada never left his heart and he enjoyed every second of being able to roam the woods and mountains there. "Sounds amazing, I'd love to see that one day, too."

"You could. You still have to recover from that cut." He mumbled into his coffee, avoiding looking at her. The closer they'd get to saying goodbye the more he wanted to keep her here.

Shaking her head with a rueful look, she leaned back to look at the giant in front of her. "I'd love to but work has other ideas. I'm booked and I don't want to impose anymore than I already did."

"You wouldn't. I'd love to take you."

Taking a deep breath, Kate refused to look at him. If she had to spend even one more night with him she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't jump his bones. She couldn't even remember what they talked about the night before but the heat she felt when they explored the sights and stood under the waterfall - it was pure heaven. But, and it was a big BUT, she couldn't say yes to his offer. It wouldn't be right and Pablo should enjoy the time he had planned for himself, do some self-care. "I'm sorry, but I have to get back. Get the hand looked at, too, and try to get back to work faster than ever. But, I mean, we can still be friends, right?"

"Yeah, sure." He nodded his head, his hope to spend more time with her diminished. "You got my number and maybe we can get around a bit more before you have to leave so you can bring some souvenirs home with you."

Biting her lip, Kate nodded her head. Her heart told her to fuck it all and leave with him but her head knew that nothing could come from those two days she got to know him. She wasn't made from celebrity material and never fit in with that social circle. In the end it was probably better that way.

@fortheloveoffanfic

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berberriescorner · 1 year

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🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹several because I want them all!

Not several 😂😂🤣🤣. Ask and you shall receive. I'm going to enjoy this😈.

Let me see what I can do for you boo💜.

This is from an untitled Chris Evans fic: “Dodger. Hey, bud. Are you worried about momma? Such a thoughtful and caring boy. You're right he has been worried about you. Now that I think about it, he hasn’t left the floor on your side of the bed once today.”

This is from an untitled Kevin Atwater fic: “Halstead, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Y/N. We’ve actually been dating for the last six months. This is a pretty odd way for you to find out, but yeah. This my lady.”

This is from an untitled Jay Halstead fic: “Sarge, believe it or not, she dragged me out here,” he stuttered, face flushed with embarrassment.

This is from a future part of my Angel Reyes series "Disastrous Deception." “Angel, please. You have to stop. There’s a house full of people. I’m starting not to give a damn. I’m this close to letting you fuck me right here, right now. Press me up against a fucking wall already.”

Can you tell the f-word is my favorite😩😂🤣?

This is from a Yahya Abdul-Mateen II fic, "My Sweet Empath." This is a lengthy one:

You were trying your hardest to look anywhere but into the camera. Yahya took notice, questioning you again.

“Baby girl. Look at me, please.”

Your gaze settled onto his as you let out a deep sigh. Seeing how sad you looked made his stomach flip. Yahya knew that stare. He should’ve clocked it yesterday when you weren’t as talkative as you usually are.

“Please talk to me. I need to know that you’re alright.”

This is from a Pablo Schreiber drabble. It's from my "Mini Mediators" series (lengthy as well):

“Yes, it gives you the perfect opportunity to argue. You know your sexy mood swing having ass loves a little toxicity.”

You kissed your teeth, “Boy, fuck you. I am not toxic.”

“ Boy, fuck you, would imply that you are.”

The two of you shared a smile as you silently agreed that he was right.

This is from an untitled Deacon Kay (Jay Harrington, SWAT) series: “I didn’t want to interrupt the conversation. I’m glad I didn’t. Who is this guy? What’s his name? How long had he been abusing you?” For a moment, Deacon forgets Hondo’s in the room. His hand gently touches your chin.

Last, but most certainly not least, my baby. Mr. Gang-Friend himself, Rio. This is from a future part of my "Are You Listening?" series: “You gon’ always be my business, mama. I think it’s time you accept that. That’s cute, you know I’m only down for one woman, darlin’. I am starting to wonder though. What was that you said? Ah, yes. Didn’t you say something about making my pockets hurt?”

Hope you enjoy them🥰💓! Be sure to let me know how you liked them. Reblogs and comments greatly appreciated! If anyone else is interested leave a 🌹 in my inbox and I’ll share a line from a WIP.

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mauvecherie-writes · 3 years

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Insatiable.

PAIRING: Pablo Schreiber x Black reader.

SUMMARY: One taste was never enough for you and when you didn’t get what, you got a little bratty.

WARNING: 18+ NSFW*** bratty behaviour, rough handling, cream pie, breeding kink and exhibitionism if you squint, FILTH.

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

You had spent the whole day with Pablo and you had to share him with other people. After rolling around in bed all day, giving into each other’s bodies, being around people isn’t what you wanted.

But Pablo had made a promise to a friend to turn up to the party and make an appearance. He was trying to make a good impression in front of him by impressing him with his celebrity friends.

So here you were, sitting on a large sofa, half listening to what a mutual friend of yours was talking about as you watched Pablo speak to some people.

He looked dangerously handsome in that moment. Dressed in all black, with the bomber jacket hugging his muscles. The way his hazel eyes just lit up as he spoke made you clench your thighs.

You could feel yourself getting wet by just looking at him and that sort of thing should be illegal. Or maybe it was the fact that before you left the house, Pablo had eaten your pussy so good, that it left you wanting more.

You were getting impatient. The itch you had needed it fixed now. So you got up from your seat and ran to the nearest bathroom and took off your underwear and hid them inside of your palm.

You walked over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek and slipped your underwear into his pocket. “You okay baby?” He whispered as his arms wrapped around you.

“Mhm. I just miss you that’s all.” You mumbled against his side.

“Go wait for me. I’ll be with you in a minute.” He placed a kiss on the side of your forehead before letting you go. His eyes were on you as you walked back to the sofa. You held his eye contact as you sat down. You parted your legs and his eyes narrowed down on your exposed thighs.

You showed him just enough to know that there was nothing underneath your dress. And the expression on his face immediately changed. Not even a moment later, Pablo was parting ways with his friends and coming to sit next to you.

He placed his hand on your waist and pulled you into his lap. Not caring that there were people behind you, you placed your legs on either side of his lap.

“What are you doing Princess?” He asked as his eyes drank in your body. They lingered on your exposed cleavage as his hand caressed your thigh. You took that hand and sucked on his fingers which caused him to groan. When you pulled them out, you put his hand underneath your dress.

He could feel your wetness and it had his eyes blazing. His jaw tensed as your wetness coated his fingers as you led them inside of you.

It was so brazen to behave like this in front of so many people but you had been feeling needy for him and you were going to get him no matter what.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game Princess.” He mumbled as he lightly moved his two fingers around in front of you.

“You shouldn’t have eaten my pussy so damn good before we left Daddy. I need more.”

“I told you to be patient.”

“And I don’t care. If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll make myself come right here.” You whispered and then smirked when you saw the rage lace his vision. He gripped your neck and pulled you closer to his face.

“I’m going to fuck you up YN. Is that what you want?”

The grin on your face was all the answer that he needed. You were pulled to your feet and dragged to the nearest bathroom. You didn’t care that people were watching you, you were finally getting what you wanted.

Pablo pushed you into the counter and you moaned at the burn of his heavy hand swatting your ass. As he pulled your dress up and pushed your legs apart, he smacked your ass again.

“Where is your underwear?”

“Check your pocket.”

He pulled your panties out and growled softly before he stood up and grabbed your throat as he rubbed himself against your bare ass. “You’re a bad girl. A very bad girl.” He forced you to look at your reflection in the mirror.

“Look at you. Panting like a horny bitch and I haven’t fucked you yet.”

“Daddy.” You whimpered as you pushed back against him. With one hand still around your throat, the other pushed his jeans down. “I need you to fuck me so bad. Make me your good girl.”

“Fuck.” Pablo groaned as he bit onto your shoulder and pushed into you. The pinch of his length stretching your tight pussy made you moan and shudder in his arms. It didn’t take long for his hips to begin to move.

The power of his thrusts, pushed you forward causing you to bump into the hard counter. You knew you were going to bruise but you didn’t care about that. All you cared about was Pablo fucking you harder and faster.

“You just couldn’t wait until we got back home could you. You wanted Daddy’s cock now.”

“Mhm!” You bit your lip as you tried not to scream. “Fuck, you’re fucking me so good Daddy. You’re so fucking deep.”

Pablo pulled you back into his chest and held you by your jaw as he turned your face to look at him. As his hips never stopped moving, you tightened your walls around his dick as you felt your orgasm quickly rise.

“You’re about to come for me aren’t you.”

“Yes Daddy.” You eagerly nodded your head as you looked into his eyes.

“I think I’m gonna come inside you. Plant my seed deep. I think i deserve it after dealing with your little bratty attitude.”

Your legs trembled underneath you and your walls clenched around him even tighter causing him to groan before kissing you. “You want me to come inside of you baby?”

You nodded your head before gasping as his thrusts began faster. It didn’t take long before your climax hit and his thick and warm cum painted your insides. You whimpered and moaned softly as he pulled out of you and then pushed your mixed essence back inside of you and wiped the excess with your underwear.

You watched him sniff your panties and you fixed yourself to look at least presentable as he fixed his jeans and shirt. You turned around and were back in his arms as he held you by the back of your neck and the other supporting your back.

“When we get home, you’ll get your real punishment.”

Like the twisted person you were, you smiled and pecked his lips. “I can’t wait.”

@royallyprincesslilly @melinda-january @my-rosegold-soul @felicity-x0 @night-of-the-living-shred

#munteanhore writes #pablo schreiber x black reader #pablo schreiber imagine #pablo schreiber x reader insert #pablo schreiber x you #pablo schreiber fanfiction #pablo schreiber headcanon #pablo schreiber smut #pablo schreiber Drabble #rated 18

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lovieebby · 4 years

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One word Romance Prompt “secret” with either Henry or Pablo or both... cannot wait to read your magic

//Tehehehe we getting smutty with all these boys ( @hell1129-blog added Chris Evans when she messaged me)

Pablo kept it a secret that he loves to see you in fishnets. You wore them once for a halloween costume and he loved every minute of it. He kept it a secret once you told him they were a tad uncomfortable, he didn’t want to make you squeamish if he asked for you to wear them again. But he kept a picture of you in them as his lock screen and every time he looked at it he couldn’t help but get hard.

It was his birthday weekend and he asked, more like demanded you to wear them again. Pablo sat on the couch as you walked in, you didn’t know what else to wear other than the nets and his shirt. You weren’t too confident in lingerie yet.

His breath deepened when he saw you enter the room, his legs spread wide as he slouched into the furniture. His dark eyes full of hunger for you, his cock hard in his tight jeans. You quickly walked to him, standing in between his thick legs. You did a little side sway as he drank you in, your core aching as you watched him give a gravelly moan.

“Never take those off mama,” He whispered out as you kneeled into him.

He lifted up his shirt on you and manhandled your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh. You gave a breathless moan as he gave you a hard smack. Pablo sat up, making you flush with his already bare chest. You groaned and whined as he feverishly kissed up your neck with rough bites, you humped into his clothed cock, both of your breathing picking up. He tore your shirt off then worked on his pants. When you both were naked he dug into the nets and tore them near your crotch. Moaning out, you quickly guided his leaking cock into your weeping pussy, his hands on your ass as he rocked you into him.

Henry found a new interest he wanted to try with you. This was the only time he was grateful for how many candles you had accumulated in the house.

He had you tied to the headrest of the bed, your feet bound at the end, legs spread wide. You gave a whine as he took the candle in his hand and rose it above you, not letting the wax hit you just yet. He already knew you loved sensory play and this was something you had yet to try.

Henry looked at you, reading your noises and body language before he let the black candle tip in his hand. You gave a small nod of approval, giving him the go ahead to drip the wax on you. The wax fell and hit the flesh of your stomach, the heat only lasting for a quick second. You let out a gasp, the wax hardening just above your belly button. Henry proudly smiled down at you as he slowly let more drip onto you.

“You look so pretty baby.” He groaned out once he put down the candle on the side table.

You were a withering mess, you needed relief, the kind that Henry could only give you. You let out a plea as he grazed his figer tips on the hard flaking wax on your chest, stomach and thighs. His touches sent you in overdrive and made you tear up in frustration.

He clicked his tongue on his teeth with a deep grunt, “Beg for it.” You squealed in frustration, tears streaming down your face as you hiccuped. You begged, begged for his cock, for his mouth, for anything and everything that could give you release.

Henry flicked your nipples as you whined out pleas, drawing out your frustration, adding to his enjoyment.

Chris couldn’t help but sit back and watch as you dominated over the slightly smaller woman. He sat in the hotel chair as your shared moans filled the room, your face deep in the woman’s cunt, your bare ass and folds glancing in the low light.

Chris had a deep dark secret he only shared with you once. It was shared way back when you first dove into sharing your sex life with others. First it was attending closed off swingers clubs, then actually participating in them. He never let anyone touch you or him, only wanting to give off a show, but now he had indulged into his full fantasy with you.

You rose with a gasp, your hair whipping onto your naked back. You gave Chris a sly smile as you teased him, wiping your bottom lip with a finger and bringing it to your lips with a moan. You kept eye contact with him as he brought his hand and rested it on his mouth, wrapping it around his cheeks as he hungrily ate up the sight.

You shushed the other woman of her cries as you tugged her body closer to you, meeting her lips in a lock. You pulled away with a moan, biting her lower lip as you held her throat.

“Tell Daddy how much you enjoy me in your pussy.” You whispered in her ear as you trailed your eyes to Chris when you tilted the woman’s face to him. She moaned out her reply, begging you to touch her again.

You let out a coo, laying her back down you nipped the skin of her neck, trailing wet kisses down to her peaked nipples. You gave them a sweet kiss, your hands leading down to her abused cunt, sliding your fingers through her wet folds. You could hear Chris’s grunts as he took off his pants, the belt clinking in the air. You smiled into the woman’s skin when you felt the bed dip from his weight.

Chris threaded his fingers in your hair as he let the other woman suck on his fingers. The poor little thing was shaking in excitement as she finally was filled with your fingers, letting out a tangle of cries as you thrust your fingers inside her silk walls.

//Honey, I aint even mad at this outcome 🤤

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stargirlfics · 4 years

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Aftercare with Pablo would be like? I'm feeling down today, not that I'm special haha, just thot it might be something comforting 😔

I’m sorry you’re feeling down today my love, hopefully this helps a bit! Also psst you are special! To me you are! 💕

The way Pablo gives aftercare almost makes you want to cry cause he becomes the most gentle, soft daddy with you

Things often get rough and intense with playtime and it’s amazing but Pablo also knows the toll it takes on your body and mind

So he’s quick to gentle pull you into his big arms and wrap you up in them nice and close

His hands would smooth over your back, massaging your shaky muscles

He lets you cling to him however long you want, let’s you cry or talk or just stay quiet, whatever you like but he always makes sure he knows where your heads at

“You ok, princess? You can tell me how you’re feelin.”

“Can I move you, baby? I wanna get you cleaned up and we can take a nice warm shower together if you’re up for it.”

I’m cry thinking of him giving you some water to drink and he’s cupping your cheek, wiping away your tears, giving you little kisses on your cheeks

And there’s so much soft encouragement from him, he praises you for drinking all the water and you’re just showered in kisses and light touches that let you know he’s there and it’s ok

Any bruising or marks on you now are kissed and taken care of my Pablo until you’re giggling from how his beard keeps tickling your skin

“There’s my girl, so so good for me. You know I’m proud of you right? And that I love you?”

“Yes, daddy! I know you are. You always take good care of me too.”

“Mmm cause I have the best girl in the world.”

Pablo’s never far from your side during aftercare and even long after that, he knows you can get down sometimes after a really hard session

So he wants you to feel like he’s always right there if you need to cry it out or just bury your face in his chest and sleep for a good while or make him tell you funny stories

And he doesn’t even have to try super hard to make you feel protected cause he’s so tall and so big and strong that just by holding you, you immediately relax

Pablo’s the best and he wants you to feel loved and satisfied in every aspect!

#pablo schreiber headcanons #pablo schreiber x reader #pablo schreiber drabble #pablo schreiber x you #pablo schreiber imagine #pablo schreiber fic #mad sweeney #mad sweeney x reader

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voxmortuus · 3 years

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I Will Eat You.

Drabble exactly 100 words

TW: Hinting to Oral

GIF Credit: Unknown not my gif.

One thing he loved was a challenge and when he was challenged by a female it was even better, it was like this playful primal feral creature emerged form the depths of himself. One thing he couldn't stand was being toyed with, one thing he knew the ladies couldn't stand was being teased, so it went both ways. It wasn't until someone stepped in his way of getting what he wanted that he let that beast shine, especially if he's already in the moment of want. "I will eat you!" He will say, and thing is, he's good at it.

#Mad Sweeney Drabble #Mad Sweeney #the pablo thirst #pablo schreiber #Smutty Smut Smut #fanfiction #drabbles #my drabble #my oc drabble #TellingYouAStory Drabble

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hibiscuswrites · 4 years

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15. “Do I make myself clear?”

Pairing: Ray Merrimen x reader

Warnings: Language

Word count: 570

***When your anxiety pushes you to get a drabble out so you can disassociate 😂***

“I just want to go for a drink or two, Ray. I’m not asking to go on national TV or shout my location from the rooftops. I don’t see what the big fucking deal is.”

You huffed as you leaned back against the counter, your arms crossed over your chest. Ray was standing across from you, nostrils flared as he glared at you. He had forbidden you to go out anywhere this week and you had reluctantly agreed. He had not given you much of an answer as to why, only being adamant that you were not to leave the house. Now that it was the end of the week, you wanted to go out for a couple drinks, and he was still saying no. That was how this argument had started. He was telling you no and you were telling him yes. Now you were both simply staring at each other, waiting for the other to cave.

After another solid fifteen seconds of silent staring, you looked away from him, reaching for your phone.

“Well, I’m going so,”

Ray was snatching your wrist up with a quickness, careful not to be so rough that he hurt you but firm enough to make sure you were aware just how serious he was.

“There’s pigs all over this town that are looking for any opportunity to get onto us. That asshole Nick doesn’t play by the book. He’ll do whatever he has to do to try and get closer to our crew so he can take us down, and I’m not going to allow that to happen. I don’t need you getting picked up and I don’t need to be worried about you getting dragged into this shit because you want a drink. I’m not letting you get caught up or get hurt because I love you. So, you can have a fucking beer here. You’re not going out. Do I make myself clear?”

Your eyes were wide as they stayed staring at him. He wasn’t usually so particular, and it was even more rare for him to restrict you from doing as you pleased. You understood now though, even if you did not like it. He did not want you to get in trouble along with them. He wanted you safe and that was something he was not going to budge on.

With a sigh, he relaxed his shoulders and softened his gaze, getting out of marine mode and going back into lover mode.

“I just want you to be safe. If you need to relax, I’ll get you something to drink or I’ll drop you off at a spa or whatever you want, but I’m not letting you go to a bar or anywhere that’s gonna leave you vulnerable. I can’t.”

Your nod was slow as your shoulders relaxed some as well.

“Alright. You should’ve just told me that from the beginning.”

“I know. I just don’t want you worrying.”

Ray reached up, cradling the side of your face in his large hand, his thumb coming to stroke along your bottom lip. You smiled softly and gave a kiss to the pad of his thumb before pulling away from him with a smirk.

“Well if I’m staying in, I’d like you to make me my drink please.”

Ray chuckled, his smirk back in place as he turned to grab a bottle from the cabinet.

“Yes ma’am. Coming right up.”

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mrsarnasdelicious · 3 years

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Daily Sweetheart Drabble - Wednesday

Prompt From This List

Pablo Schreiber

You sit on the edge of your wedding bed. Tears are nearer to you than laughter. The widower you wed is already turned away from you.

“You don’t have to love me.” You whisper.

He heaves a sigh. "Don't say that." He rasps. Slowly he sits upright. He is a huge man, towering over you even when seated. "You deserve better than an old man like me." He mutters. "You deserve to be loved, not to take care of a grieving man's boys." He says. "This is not about what I deserve." You reply. You don't turn to him. "It should be." Your husband sounds sad. You know there is a lot of sadness to him. Sadness you are very aware you cannot soothe. But you can try, you tell yourself.

You turn to him, slowly. "Pa-pablo." You stammer. The expression on his face softens. "Y/N.." He murmurs. It is the first time he has said your name since you met him. "Let me try, let me at least try." You whisper. You reach out for him. Pablo stiffens a little. But unlike before, he does not turn you away.

You cup his cheek and draw him forward. The kiss you share is soft and slow and you do your best to show Pablo affection. You know he needs it. He does not have to love you, he only has to accept your love.

#Pablo Schreiber #Pablo Schreiber x Reader #arranged marriage au

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indefiniteimagines · 2 years

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I’m so sorry 😢

I’m so sorry I haven’t been on in over a month. I got my heart broken twice in a row and I’ve not been doing well at all. Plus, my support system I call mother has turned against me too so I’m literally all on my own with this shit.

#stella scripts #elliot euphoria #elliot imagine #elliot smut #pablo schreiber drabble #pablo schreiber smut #chris evans imagine

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penwieldingdreamer · 2 years

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Win a Blind Date with Who?

So this idea came to me when I was at work and talked about fundraising with a client and I thought: wouldn't it be amazing to win a date with him 🤷🏼‍♀️🤔

So here it is, as it's too long to put in one post, it probably will be Multi-Part, just not sure how long it's gonna be. I'm trying to keep the physical description of my OC to a minimum only having named her. I tried to use the reader POV, but it's been a while since I've done that and it just wouldn't flow as easy for me🙏🏻🤦🏼‍♀️ Let me know what you guys think.

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CW: none

Words: around 1k

Celebrity Charity Fundraiser

Win an amazing and exciting date day/night with one of our participating celebrities.

Actor Chris Evans will take you to Disneyland Florida. Enjoy the magical kingdom and go behind the scenes with our own Captain America.

Actor Pablo Schreiber loves to hike and he'd take you on a tour through the mountains, showing you beautiful sights and places to enjoy.

Actress Lily James is going to take you on a tour of her favorite spots in New York and a night out on town. Shopping for the Party and drinks included.

And many more great prizes!

What do you have to do?

Make a donation to our Everyday Hero fund that helps everyone in need, no matter if it's children, adults, refugees, animals or our beloved Mother Earth we'll take care of everyone every day.

Maybe you'll be another one of our Everyday Heroes and win one of the three dates. But don't fret, we've got other exciting prizes, too.

Good luck!

With a sigh she closed the tab on her computer and leaned back in her chair. Kate couldn't believe she just entered that competition for a date with someone she never met or thought she knew before that fundraiser - yes she looked them up and could have slapped herself for forgetting Captain America and Cinderella, but the guy from American Gods was something else, not having heard about him until now - and they didn’t even know she existed on planet earth themself. It was dumb and luck probably wasn't on her side but at least she'd done something good for those that needed it. The winning letter wouldn't be hers, so she didn't bother with keeping tabs on it.

Kate had to be real, daydreaming was only getting you so far and it wasn't going to pay your bills or put food on the table. Besides, none of those celebrities were going to be best buddies with those that won, there’d be pictures and trading some stories, maybe autographs but nothing else.

Two weeks later, she got home late from another twelve hour shift at the beautician she worked at. She really loved her job, but having to be the one working more than even her boss was getting tiring rather quickly. Opening the door to her parents house, Kate held the pile of mail in her hands, cursing when some slid to the floor. It was just the tip of the iceberg after the day she had had dealing with troublesome clients and a boss in her mid-life-crisis.

Putting her bag on the low shelf in the hallway, Kate grabbed the envelopes and flipped through them. Most were marketing ads or bills, but one was different. It was the same return address as the agency she sent her donation to. Probably just a 'thank you for your donation’ card.

Shrugging, she ripped it open and pulled out the aforementioned card, chuckling at herself for knowing the hope that had started to bloom in her chest was just as dumb as thinking her boss was going to change her ways of treating her workers. But just as she was about to throw the envelope away along with the card, she saw a larger piece of paper, a hand written note.

Dear Kate,

first of all, thank you for participating and donating to Everyday Heroes, anybody can help change somebody's life every day. Secondly, congratulations on winning a hiking date with American Gods' star Pablo Schreiber. We're happy to announce that the actor himself pulled you from the tub of those in the pool. More information will be sent to you shortly by his management team.

Again thank you for your donation and congratulations on your win.

Greetings

Laura from Everyday Heroes

"Holy shit," she mumbled, sitting down on the small stool in her hallway. Kate couldn't believe it and thought that maybe they had the wrong person but the address was clearly hers and there was her name on the letter.

"Hun, what's going on?" Her aunt Beatrice who she lived with came around the corner from the kitchen, concerned with her niece’s behavior. “Did something happen at work?”

Looking up at the older woman, Kate frowned, shaking her head and wordlessly handing over the letter she received. She took it and glanced at her niece, her eyebrows raised in question. "This is not some fake organization you donated money to, like the thing they warn you on TV about?"

"I have no idea, it seemed legit and I looked up the information so I guess it's a real organization." She shrugged her shoulders and got up, heading for the kitchen to grab a drink - maybe she'd enjoy a glass of wine, just to get her brain in order again.

Beatrice followed her, watching her dazed niece work on autopilot. "So, do you plan to cash it in? I mean this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Have you looked him up? I bet he's hot like all of those American actors."

"Bea," she groaned, putting the glass down on the counter so she wouldn't mess up the clean kitchen, something she had learned to avoid at all cost.

"Kate," her aunt mimicked, stopping next to the younger woman. "I might be twenty years older than you but I can still appreciate a good looking citizen of the male population and I bet you, he'll be very good looking otherwise he wouldn't do that. Females respond better to the good looking ones."

"Stop it, I bet this actor got better things to do than take me on a walk around the mountains. Besides, you know I hate heights, so it's going to be a short lived date and the pandemic isn't really helping."

"Kate, you won this thing, just be happy and take what you get." Bea told her, grabbing the glass of wine her niece prepared and left her standing in the kitchen, snickering as she listened to her grumbling. Oh how she loved that girl. "You'll thank me later on your wedding day."

She followed the older woman, glaring at her. "You're just like mum. Dating doesn't really work that well if you're working twelve hours every day with no real time off and private life. Also have you heard from other women dating while in isolation or lock-down, it's no fun at all."

"Well then, you got the best opportunity to try. Isolation with him might not be so bad." Bea toasted her, smirking as her niece retreated with a huff. Soon life would be different for Kate, she could feel it.

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