Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

Break on Me (Agent Whiskey)

Summary: Jack returns from a mission to find his girlfriend Dallas in a bad mood.

A/N - This has BDSM/DDLG elements. Don't read if that makes you uncomfortable.

Dallas was in a foul mood. Everything was too much for her right now and she didn't want to deal with it anymore. She needed Jack, but he was on a mission at the moment with no idea of when he was coming home.

Dallas was in such a bad mood that when she heard the front door, she stayed on the couch.

"Honey, I'm home!" Jack called.

She rolled her eyes. Even his usual greeting annoyed her.

Jack walked into the living room. "Sugar? Everything alright? You're usually trying to climb me by now."

Dallas stood up and crossed her arms over her chest, popping her hip. "I don't exist just for your own pleasure, Daniels."

"Woah, sweetheart." Jack had no idea where all the hostility was coming from.

"Leave me alone, Jack." Dallas stalked off towards the bedroom, but Jack grabbed her arm. Dallas whipped around, her hand raised.

Jack grabbed her wrist and gave her a dark glare. "I don't know what's got you in such a bad mood, but knock it off."

Dallas spit in his face. "Fuck you."

Jack calmly wiped his face.

In a second, Dallas found herself pressed against the wall with Jack's hand around her throat. She struggled against his hold, digging her nails in his wrist.

Jack chuckled darkly. "Not so tough now are you, little girl? Now you wanna tell Daddy what's got you in such a bratty mood?"

Dallas stared at him in defiance.

"Not gonna answer?" Jack clicked his tongue. "Shame. Guess I'll have to get it out of you another way."

He led her to the bedroom, his hand still around her throat. He tossed her on the bed and Dallas rubbed at her sore throat. "On your stomach, sugar."

Dallas laid on her back and Jack pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Okay. I can see we're gonna have to do this the hard way then." He climbed on the bed and Dallas moved back. "Ah, ah. Where you goin', baby girl?" He grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him.

Her nails scraped against the comforter.

He wrestled her onto her stomach and pulled her across his lap. "Anything you wanna tell me before we do this?"

Dallas stayed quiet.

"Okay. Have it your way then." Jack's hand came down on her ass and Dallas gasped. "Count, baby girl."

"One!"

By number five, she was gasping for air. By number ten, she was wiggling around in his lap. By number fifteen, tears were streaming down from her eyes.

"Sugar?" Jack asked her.

She'd missed the last couple. Loud sobs left her lips.

"Baby?" He gently pulled her into his arms. "Dallas?"

She shook her head and clutched onto his shirt.

Jack rubbed her back. "Shhh. It's okay, sweetheart. Jack's gotcha."

Dallas shifted so her head was in Jack's neck and she was clutching at his back. Jack held her tightly as he tried to soothe her.

Soon, Dallas' sobs turned into small sniffles. She eventually pulled back from Jack and looked at him through her wet lashes.

"There's my sweet girl."

Dallas let out a soft laugh. "Hi Jackie."

Jack knew she was firmly in Littlespace now.

She only used that nickname when she was feeling Little.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better. It...it was just too much Daddy. I didn't wanna be Big anymore. But you weren't here."

Jack saw tears welling up in her eyes again and he kissed her forehead. "No. No more crying, baby girl. I'm here now."

Dallas bit her lip as her eyes flickered down to Jack's lips.

"What are you thinking about?" Jack asked her.

"I wanna kiss you Daddy."

Jack smiled and cupped her face in his hands, pressing his lips to hers.

One of Dallas' hands came up to tangle in his hair, while the other settled on his neck.

"I missed you," he told her.

"I missed you too, Jackie."

"Why don't I draw you a bath? I got some of those bath bombs you like so much."

Dallas' eyes lit up. "The ones with the little unicorns in them!"

Jack laughed and nodded.

"Will you join me?"

"Do you want me to?"

Dallas nodded enthusiastically.

"Maybe after your bath, we can order some dinner and watch a movie. Didn't you say a new one came out?"

Dallas followed Jack into the bathroom as she babbled about how much she wanted to see it and about the characters.

Jack listened to her fondly, even though he had no idea what she was talking about.