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Killer Waltz

Part 5- The Morning After

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Rating:Explicit, 18+ please

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

(Serial Killer!Pedro AU/Fire Meets Gasoline Universe)

Word Count: ~4.4K

Warnings: rpf, language, gun mention, food mention, smut, fingering, choking, unprotected p in v, handjob, let me know if I missed anything[if this is not your cup of tea just scroll past]

A/N:It’s been 4 months, I apologize for the time it took for me to be able to get my head back where I needed for this series. To everyone who has stuck by me, thank you, I hope this chapter gives you all I left you hanging with and more xo

Thank you to @danniburgh​ we talked about this forever ago and it helped me get through this and @purplepascal042​ thank you for looking over this for me 

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You wake up to the sun shining in your face, a weak groan escaping your lips, eyelids too heavy to open. Your body felt sore in a way you hadn’t felt in so long and it made you want to curse the sun for intruding on your sleep. The grogginess in your brain is begging you for more sleep, wondering if you had forgotten to shut your curtains properly. You never let this much light come through. God why is it so bright in here. 

You open your eyes, trying to focus on the room around you, something felt off, the golden light flooding in too bright. It made your eyes hurt and you tried to turn away from it. An arm around your waist prevents you from moving and you freeze for a moment, before your half asleep brain reminds you of where you were. You relax into Pedro’s grip, blinking a few times, vision still sleep blurred, trying to become more alert, a soft yawn escaping your lips. You try turning your head away from the light pouring in through his thin curtains as your eyes adjust to the lighting.

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