Voice - Oneshot

After finally getting off the Green by ambushing a group of people to obtain their vessel, you, Cee, and Ezra make it back to the station. Medical personnel were there to greet the three of you. You and Cee watched as Ezra was carted off to have his arm further examined while you and Cee sat in the medical bay, only for observation and to get the two of you fed and hydrated.

Cee consoled you, “It’s okay, Y/N. We are fine. We’ll make it; we’ll survive. We always do.”

You had simply nodded, taking in more food and water. You then sighed and signed, “I know.” It felt as though you haven't eaten and drank in years when it had only been a couple of weeks since the last decent meal you shared with your father and Cee on the Green before your father died.

The captain had come by to inform you and Cee, Ezra was doing fine and would eventually be given a prosthetic arm since he was an essential digger. She also informed the two of you, you and your older sister could use some rest before you started work back on the station and Cee left for the next departure to another planet to find resources to keep the station afloat until it returned to Earth in three months.

All Work & No Play - Oneshot

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x virgin female reader

Warnings: cussing, SMUT, oral receiving (m & f), unprotected sex (wrap it up), consensual loss of virginity

Requested?: Yes from this ask - I would love to request Mando or Pedro taking the reader's virginity and reader being concerned that their lack of experience might turn them off. Thanks for your wonderful stories.

Author’s note: already had experienced!Mando in my que, so Pedro was chosen for this request; shoutout to @cosmo-bear and @mug-nificent for being awesome!

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You make it past security and run towards the gate.

“Last call for flight seven one three at gate twelve,” the flight attendant announces over the P.A. as you approach the gate.

You’re breathing hard as you hand your ticket to the attendant.

“Welcome aboard miss Y/L/N.” His voice clips as he scans your ticket.

“Thank you,” you heavily pant as you take back the ticket and begin walking down the gangway towards the plane headed for New York City.

A blonde flight attendant greets you at the door, “we are a full flight. Please find a seat where you can.”

You smile and hide your eyes as you turn and look down the length of the plane. It’s packed to the brim with people. Most of the empty seats were in the middle and you hated sitting in the middle. You preferred the window most of all, maybe the aisle if it was the only other option available.

You release a sigh as you make your way down the aisle. Thankful all you had on you was your phone and Kindle. You had checked in your bag before going through security. You were late and didn’t want to find a spot for it in one of the overhead bins.

You make it halfway down the aisle and realize you need to find a seat. You look to your right, noticing an already sleeping bulky man sitting next to the window and a woman sitting in the aisle seat engrossed in a book, not paying any attention to her surroundings. On your left are two men. One looking out the window, one looking at you.

His chestnut brown hair’s disheveled and his brown eyes crinkle behind the eyeglasses he wears.

You smile as you point towards the empty seat, “may I?”

He smiles and unbuckles his seat. Instead of moving to the aisle to let you in, he moves over and sits in the middle.

You hold in a laugh and smile wider as you sit, “I would’ve been fine in the middle.”

“It’s good,” his voice deep whispers.

As you buckle your seat belt, heat pumps through your body. His voice is vaguely familiar to you, his face not much. But deep down in your gut you know you’ve heard the voice before, but you can’t place it.

Minutes later the flight attendants are doing their safety demonstration and the pilot is greeting everyone with the usual preflight take off spiel. Your heart quickens inside of your chest as the plane makes its way from the gate towards the runway.

You sigh heavily as you rest your head back as the plane revs up and begins making its way down the runway. You notice the man beside you is gripping the arm rest. Your eyes travel up his arm and land on his face.

You take in the few salt hairs scattered along his brown fuzz. The crinkles around his eye, the slight curve in his fleshy nose. The mustache on his upper lip.

From this angle a picture flashes in your head.

“Taking in the scenery?” His voice asks, breaking through the silence.

“Huh?” You turn your gaze forward. “Sure.”

“Figure out who I am?” He whispers in a lower tone of voice.

Your hands grasp your Kindle tightly. You didn’t know a voice could have this effect on you.

Your body is screaming in agony, or is it pleasure? You’re unsure. You’ve never been claimed by a man before. You’ve gone as far as hot and heavy action with the handful of boyfriends you’ve had but they’ve never gotten the one thing you still hold on to.

You blame work, you always do.

Hurts 2B Human - Oneshot

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x female reader

Warnings: self-harm, thoughts of depression, thoughts of self-harm, implied thoughts of suicide, mental health issues

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Do you take requests for Pedro and reader dealing with depression, history of self harm? How does he react to beauty not seen by oneself?

Author’s note: *PLEASE* read the warnings for this before proceeding; if you are struggling with mental health issues you are NOT alone; title comes from the song “Hurts 2B Human” by P!nk - It hurts to be human / without you I’d be losing... But I’ve got you... And you’ve got me too...

All In - Oneshot

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x female reader

Warnings: cussing, SMUT, oral receiving (m & f), unprotected sex (wrap it up)

Requested?: Yes from this ask - could you maybe do one where you’re a super popular singer, but somehow pedro doesn’t know who you are. you’re performing at an award show, he’s in the audience and decides he has to meet you after because he loved your voice (but let’s be real, it’s mainly because you’re really hot). possibly maybe hopefully nsfw?? 🥺

Author’s note: none

~   ~   ~

“Miss Y/L/N?”

You turn and smile, “yes?”

“You’re on in five.” The stagehand remarks.

“Thank you,” you reply as you breathe in and out.

You’re about to perform at the Academy Awards for the first time in your life, even though you’re a popular singer who has been in the music industry for years.

The song you sang for the latest Bond movie was up for an Oscar and the Academy personally requested you perform the song at the show. You had to change a few things around in your schedule, but you made it happen. You’re here, and ready to sing even though taking the stage in front of a room full of other celebrities – some you worked with closely, some you had secret crushes on – were going to be looking at you as you sang a song you loved to sing.

You smooth out the fabric of your cerulean dress. Hoping to soothe your nerves away as well.

“Alright Y/N,” your assistant says as she walks up beside you, “ready?”

“Sure,” you smile weakly.

“Nerves?”

“As always.”

She rolls her eyes, “you’ll be fine. You love this song. Once you start singing, they’ll fade away and it’ll be you making love to the camera.”

You laugh, “thanks for the image.”

“You know what I mean.” She smirks.

“I do.”

A microphone is placed in your hand by a stagehand.

“Here singing the theme song from No Time to Die is Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The crowd applauses as you take a deep breath in and out then walk onto the stage.

Violent Delights - Oneshot

Pairing: Virgin Mandalorian/Mando/Din Djarin x experienced female reader

Warnings: angst, cussing, blood, masturbation, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral receiving (m & f), consensual loss of virginity

Requested?: Yes from this ask - If you are still taking requests can I have a NSFW virgin!mando x experienced!reader, where he's nervous but she let's him take things at his own pace, knowing he's not used to any contact. I have this thought in my mind that Mando is a virgin and a true virgin cause he never let anyone close enough to let his guard down and be vulnerable, until he's with his bounty hunting partner, the reader.

Author’s note: none

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She hobbles up the ramp of the Razor Crest with their bounty in tow. She forcefully pushes him down and places her boot on his throat.

“Let’s go Mando!” She yells up to the cockpit.

“On it,” he shouts back.

Seconds later the Razor Crest is in the air flying towards Nevarro.

She looks down at herself, places a hand on her stomach. The pain is searing. It rips through her like a blade cutting swiftly through fabric.

“You won’t make it,” the bounty hisses.

She presses her boot harder against his throat. “Shut up.”

She feels weak, dizzy.

“Mando,” she tries to shout but her body screams in pain.

She raises her hand. It’s red, drenched in blood.

“Mando!” She cries out in pain as she falls to the floor, keeping her blaster on the bounty.

Mando descends the ladder, looks between her and the bounty.

“What did you do?” His modulated voice cracks.

The bounty grins lopsidedly. “Nothing.”

Mando drags him up by the collar of his clothing and pushes him into the carbonite machine. Without hesitation he presses the button and the bounty becomes frozen. Metallic smells fill the cargo bay.

Mando turns on his heel and looks at her. Her eyes are barely open and her chest moves up and down slowly. He walks over to the first aid kit then kneels beside her.

“I’ll,” she begins. Her voice is soft. “I’ll need you to stitch me up.”

Mando opens the kit and pulls out the bacta. “Apply this.”

She grins and snorts. “Bacta won’t be much help Mando. I need you to close the wound.”

He reaches out towards her stomach. Stops. He’s never touched a woman before. He’s never been touched by a woman in return.

Will she know?, he thinks as he continues to move his hand towards her shirt.

She removes her hand from the tattered shirt and watches as Mando’s gloved hands rip at the fabric, exposing the gash to her eyes and Mando’s.

“Hurry,” she whispers as blood seeps out slowly.

“You need bacta for the pain,” Mando remarks coolly.

“I’m already in pain Mando.” She becomes frustrated. “Just grab the suture gun and pull the trigger.”

Mando sighs heavily in frustration as he grabs the suture gun. His other gloved hand is pressed against her skin as he presses the gun against the wound.

He pulls the trigger once, she hisses.

He moves the gun over a couple centimeters, pulls the trigger. She cusses.

“Another one,” she mutters.

“I don’t think—” he begins.

“Another one!” She hisses.

Mando moves the suture gun and pulls the trigger. She sucks in a breath and mutters a curse.

He places the suture gun back in the first aid kit, keeping his eyes on her under his helmet. He wants to reach out and touch her cheek. He wants to hold her in his arms.

Mando freezes. He’s never wanted to touch a woman like he wants to touch her. He’s never wanted to hold a woman like he wants to hold her.

They’ve been working together for a few months, not long. He had left his old crew, worked alone. He enjoyed the peace of working alone, preferred it. Then she walked into his life and things changed.

She had been after a bounty on Tatooine, stolen the speed bike parked outside his docking bay then returned it hours later after turning in her bounty to her boss.

“You stole it,” he had remarked angrily.

“I borrowed it,” she had retorted. “Took the bike, returned the bike. Borrowed.”

His eyes had remained on her as she turned and walked away.

“Come work with me.” He had stated.

Mando was taken back by those words. He didn’t know why he said them to her specifically. He was intrigued by her. He needed her then, like he needed her now.

She had turned back around and faced him with a raised brow. “I’m not part of the Guild.”

Mando had shrugged, “I could use a crew member.”

He had wanted her aboard the Razor Crest. His body was craving her, aching for her.

Her eyes had glossed over his frame then she moved her feet and walked past him into the docking bay door behind him.

Mando now looks at her.

Her eyes are closed, and he sees her steady pulse pumping at the base of her neck. He wonders what her skin will feel like under his ungloved fingers, wonders how soft her mouth is, wonders what her fingers will feel like against his skin.

Heatwaves course through his veins and straight to his cock.

The ship jolts suddenly and she falls to the side.

Mando is there to catch her in his arms. She doesn’t make a sound as he sits her back up and situates her against the wall. He places a blanket over her body before climbing the ladder backup to the cockpit.

He glances at her wondering how she’d react to his secret. Because she’s the only one in the whole galaxy he’s ever desired and cared for.

Serene - Oneshot

Pairing: Javier Peña x female D.E.A. agent reader

Warnings: cussing, fluff, sweetness

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Can you write a platonic Javier peña x reader who’s a dea agent and she as ADHD and it just shows how he helps her deal with it. Maybe one night him,Murphy, and the reader stay late looking and the files and she starts flipping out and he gets her to calm down and she’s apologized and it’s just  sweet and fluffy. I’m the one who requested the Javier x reader with ADHD can you show him also helps her when she gets overwhelmed with the work.

Author’s note: Anon - I hope this is what you were looking for :)

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You sigh heavily and angrily as you place another stack of paperwork on your desk.

Murphy and Peña look over at you.

“Why do you two always have to get in trouble?” You ask.

Murphy and Peña glance at one another then back at you.

“I thought you loved doing paperwork,” Peña remarks sarcastically.

You glare at him as Murphy hides a laugh.

“Not yours,” you reply, “you should be doing your own.”

Peña shrugs and holds out his hand, “give me some.”

“Now, wait a goddamn minute,” Murphy’s voice is in shock, “Javier Peña doing paperwork? A sight to behold.”

You hand Javier a couple of files before taking a seat at your desk.

Javier looks at Murphy, “I said I’ll help. Why don’t you?”

Murphy sighs, “fine.”

You laugh lightly and smile as you hand some files over to Murphy.

The three of you settle in for the night to focus on clearing up the paperwork.

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Your eyes are tired. You want to close them and sleep. The words on the pages have become blurry and incoherent.

You moan inwardly as your place your head in your hands. Your legs become jittery and begin bouncing under your desk.

“Okay there agent Y/L/N?” Peña asks lightly.

You lift your eyes and look at Peña. Take in his serious dark brown eyes, the mustache above his lips. “I’m fine.”

He looks you over. “I’ll go get some us some coffee.”

Murphy pulls out a flask, “make it some Irish coffee.”

The three of you laugh.

Minutes later Peña returns with cups of coffee, the steam billowing from the hotness of the liquid fills the room with the aroma.

You take a sip of the hot liquid as Murphy pours a little alcohol in his and Peña’s cups.

“Come on Y/N,” Murphy grins, “you know you want some.”

You hold out your cup and watch as Murphy pours some liquor into your coffee. You grimace at the taste but at least you hope this will get you through the rest of the night.

“Not an Irish coffee fan?” Peña laughs as he sits down.

You shrug and put your cup down then return to the mundane paperwork.

Caprice - Oneshot

Pairing: Ezra x female reader

Warnings: cussing, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral receiving (m & f), mixed emotions

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Hi! Can you do an Ezra x reader where it’s kinda like the movie where the reader is kind of afraid of Ezra after being stranded on the planet but starts to develop and show feeling for him and NSFW things happen between them? Please and thank you!

Author’s note: pic by @letaliabane 

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Your legs and back are screaming in pain as you trek your way across the Green. The landing pod you descended in from the station malfunctioned on entry and now you were stranded, alone, on this alien moon.

You were sent down alone to find another group of diggers. You were meeting them at the Queen’s Lair, and with your pod malfunctioning you were miles away from the famed dig site and had to move across this foreign terrain blindly without knowing what awaits you.

The map in one hand is battered and the compass in your other hand isn’t much help. The dial keeps fidgeting every time you stop and check the direction you are heading. You cuss your boss for making you come down here.

“They need extra protection Y/N!” He had hissed at you.

“The group has enough! I was to stay here because I am going on another expedition with another crew!” You had grounded out.

“That crew is going to have to wait. You are the best gunny, and I need you down on the Green with your exceptional weapon skills. Coms have already come through there are independent diggers clamoring for the Queen’s Lair!” He had risen his voice over the course of his little spiel.

You had sighed, fucking wishing you had never agreed to come to the station. You should’ve stayed home – on Earth.

“Goddamn it,” you hiss at yourself now as you check the map and the compass.

Your eyes move between the battered paper and the compass. You blink multiple times hoping the dial stops fidgeting, stops ticking every millisecond trying to find which way is north.

“Fuck my life,” you sigh as you begin walking.

You hear the crack of a branch and stop. You heart pounds inside your chest as you slowly put away the map and your compass. You hear another crack of a branch.

“Still don’t know why you can’t talk?” Drawls a deep voice yards in front of you.

Your eyes land on two figures making their way towards you. You slowly backup and take cover behind a tree with an enormous trunk. You swallow as sweat begins to roll down your back.

“Had to place me with a fuckin’ mute,” the voice drawls as the two make their way past your hiding spot. “Where were you pointing again? ‘Cause I don’t see anything, or anyone.”

Seconds tick by slowly.

“Well,” the voice drawls angrily, “there’s no one here. I don’t know. Maybe they vanished? Been down here too fucking long man! Mind playing tricks on you.”

Silence fills the air.

Your hand moves to your rifle as you feel something against your helmet. You move your rifle at lightning speed, pressing it against a chest.

“Came prepared I see,” the voice drawls out.

“I’m not here to cause any trouble,” you remark as your finger hovers over the trigger.

“What are you here for?” He asks with a grin.

You take in the man pointing his pistol at you. You can make out his brown hair with a single patch of blond hair. He has a full mustache and fuzz covering his cheeks and jawline. Your mind races through the people aboard the station. His face doesn’t look familiar.

“Who are you?” You hiss out.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“I think it does!”

He grins, “part of security? Rifles are given to those with security and military clearance. Which means you’re here to help with protection.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you ground out. “Who are you?”

He shakes his head and laughs, “I’m here to find gems and make bank.”

You sigh heavily, “doesn’t answer my question.”

“And you didn’t answer mine!” He retorts. “Look light is fading, and trust me, a woman alone on this moon is danger. I recommend you follow me and my mute partner to our tent.”

“I can handle myself.” You remark.

“You might be security, or military. I don’t care. There are men who have settled on this moon and when they find you, they will not hesitate to do things to you a sex deprived man like myself wants to do to you.”

You instantly take a disliking to this man even though he’s being honest with his words. You know there are settlers on the moon along with diggers looking for the Queen’s Lair.

“What says you won’t do the same?”

He grins, “I’m not a monster like they are.”

Your eyes are on him as he lowers the pistol.

“Come on, if you want to survive,” he turns and begins walking.

The mute partner glances at you and turns, following the talker.

Your stomach growls as you lower your rifle.

Damn this, you think as you begin following them, damn him.

Leaving Home - Oneshot

Pairing: Tovar x female soldier reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, cussing, SMUT, oral receiving (m & f), unprotected sex (wrap it up), some fluff

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Maybe Tovar falls for one of the woman Soldiers, who leaves with him after they win the fight with the tao tei, and maybe a some smut, Hope that's ok I can't remember the film well need to watch it again lol

Author’s note: none

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Your eyes take in the two Westerners who enter the Grand Hall. Commander Lin notices their entrance and smiles. The whole room, including you, stand to your feet clapping. Giving them a warm welcome because they did help you win this battle with Tao Tei, which attack every 60 years.

“Soldiers, we have guests joining us for dinner,” her light voice carries throughout the enormous stone hall.

A soldier makes a comment about one of their cross bows. The crowd scatters across the hall as the blond-haired man begins shooting arrows and the brown hair man throws a bowl up into the air.

You take a sip of water from the cup you carried with you; you aren’t impressed but the man with the brown hair is intriguing. You wonder how he got the scar on the left side of face. You wonder what his voice will sound like against your ear.

You heard some of it earlier during the fight with the Tao Tei. It’s laced with an accent you had never heard before.

“Y/N?” Another soldier looks at you.

You smile and look at her. “Yes?”

“Impressed with the Westerners?” She asks you.

You hide your eyes and take another sip, “not really.”

People begin making their ways back to the tables to eat. Your eyes watch as the brown-haired man sits with Sir Ballard, a European who teaches English and Latin to the soldiers who want to learn.

You sigh lightly and finish your dinner. Your mind trying to formulate a plan about approaching the Westerner.

Mercy - Oneshot

Pairing: Ezra x female reader

Warnings: violence, torture, blood, cussing, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it up), female oral receiving, angst, begging

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Can we get something, either Ezra or Tovar (they don't get nearly enough love, but you are certainly making up for it with Ezra so thank you) where they've been missing and you find them being slightly tortured. You save them, you work together or at least used to, and when they are fixed it turns NSFW?

Author’s note: special shoutout to @mug-nificent​ (you know why!); pic is from a gif by @lucy-sky; Anon - this turned out differently for various reasons, reasons I am not willing to discuss...

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Oruf grabs the poker from the burning flame then approaches Ezra.

“Where is she?” Oruf’s voice is filled with anger.

Ezra pants as his eyes watch the iron stick glow orange. “None of your fucking business!”

Oruf presses the poker against Ezra’s side. He smiles as the man with the patch of blond hair screams out in agony.

Ezra pants heavily, “I, I will, never tell you!”

“Then keep enduring the pain digger, and eventually you won’t be able to take it,” Oruf smiles wickedly, “you’ll die from the burns. And she will be left alone on the Green. And my men will claim her!”

Ezra uses the strength he has, to spit in the man’s face. “She won’t let herself be found. She’s too clever for you!”

Oruf returns the poker to the flame. He holds his hand out. He wraps his fingers tightly around the needle nose pliers when he feels them against his skin and kneels in front of Ezra.

Ezra’s chest is heaving as his dark brown eyes look at the worn leathered looking face of the man in charge. Ezra knows he will never tell them where the tent is. He doesn’t want them to have you. Ezra knows what they’ll do to you. You are in his charge, you are under his care, his protection.

Oruf yanks on Ezra’s wounded arm. “You came to us, asked us for help.”

Ezra hisses. The pain is seeping into his bones. He knows the arm must go, will need to go. “Just do it!”

Oruf stabs the open wound on Ezra’s arm. He turns the needle nose pliers slowly, causing blood to flow from the wound and down Ezra’s arm.

Ezra shouts in agony as the pain rolls through his body and into his old bones.

He’s enduring this for you, and he knows you don’t care for him much, practically not at all. But after this, when he makes his way back to you, he hopes you do.

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Your mind is playing games on you, or you think it is, because for a split second you hear a scream off in the distance. You freeze as your eyes dart around you in the fading light. Your heartrate progressively revs up as your breathing becomes faster.

Ezra’s been missing for a couple of days. At least two sleeps. You’ve been keeping count. Your mind nags at you to find him but you mustn’t, you can’t. You know they have him.

The men who tried to buy you with a case of colorful gems. You had despised Ezra after that, loathed him was more of a better word. You loathed Ezra, yet deep down you knew, eventually, you’d have to venture out and find him.

Why did you have to be paired with such an asshole?

You hurriedly pack your tools then grab the supply bag. You get as far from where you are as quick as you can. You don’t need to be on the Green in the middle of the night, not able to find your way back to the red tent you and Ezra had been sharing for months on end because the two of you had stuck on this alien moon since the landing pod had malfunctioned upon entering the Green’s atmosphere.

“Well fuck me!” Ezra had boasted when the both of you examined the pod further.

You had sneered at his remark and rolled your eyes.

You had disliked him then and now you loathed him. Next you were going to wish he was burning in hell. Part of you was thinking about him burning in hell even though you had no idea he was being tortured clicks away with heat from burning flames.

Forever with You - Oneshot

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x female reader

Warnings: little angst, sweetness, fluff

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Can you do a Pedro x Reader fic where Reader is a film director? They dated when they were young (20s) and struggling to make it into in the industry, but broke up and haven't seen each other in a really long time, but run into each other at an Oscar party (in the present day, now that they've both become more successful)?

Author’s note: none

~  ~  ~

Twenty years ago

You and Pedro sit on the couch inside your shared apartment. The muffled sound of traffic is seeping through the walls. It’s the only sound in the quietness.

You clear your throat, “this is the best option for us Pedro.”

Pedro looks at you with sadness, “is it? We can make the long-distance work!”

You stand and sigh, “you want New York for acting! I want to stay here and direct! The best option for me is Los Angeles. You want the stage, need the stage! New York is your best option.”

Pedro stands and shouts, “you are my best option!”

You turn and face him. You and Pedro have been together for a couple of years, and now you were getting your big break, working with Spielberg, and he had finally been accepted into Tisch at N.Y.U.

You cross your arms and keep the tears in. You love him, and you want to see him successful, and you know if pursues his dream of going to Tisch he’ll become successful.

“Tisch is your dream Pedro. You should go, you need to go,” you whisper.

Pedro’s furious as his heart breaks. He walks over to you and brushes a thumb over your lips then slides a finger down your cheek.

“I wish you all the happiness in the world Y/N,” Pedro’s airy voice remarks before he sweeps his mouth against yours for the last time.

You cup his smooth cheek as you return his kiss. You want him again, need him again but if you pull him towards the bedroom, you’ll turn down the chance to work with Spielberg, and who knows when you’d get an opportunity like this again.

You pull away breathless and look into those deep, dark brown eyes. “Good luck Pedro. I wish you all the happiness in the world too.”

Pedro presses his forehead against yours for a few minutes then pulls away.

You watch him leave the apartment, and once you hear the front door close you sink to the floor finally letting the tears escape.

Convince Me - Oneshot

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x female reader

Warnings: SMUT, female oral receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up), cussing, pregnancy kink, breeding kink

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Fic Request: Reader finds out shes pregnant and decides to surprise Pedro on the set of The Mandalorian. Pedro, who is so damn happy, runs around telling everyone he can that his wife is pregnant. He is very excited and handsy with his wife during the whole pregnancy, he says as much in an interview, hes happier about the pregnancy than she is. However a few months in, Pedro walks in on his wife rubbing lotion on her growing belly and he discovers he has a breeding kink and he acts on it.

Author’s note: none

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Two pinks lines fill the screen of the pregnancy test you are holding in your hand. You place it down on the sink counter, then pick up the next one. The word pregnant is displayed on the screen. You reach for the third one, one pink positive sign appears on its screen.

“Third times the charm,” you mumble to yourself as you rub your stomach.

You look at yourself in the mirror. You take in your Y/H/C hair and your Y/E/C eyes. You imagine a growing belly and the life inside of you. The life you and Pedro created.

Pedro, you think. He’s on set for The Mandalorian.

You smile as you walk out of the bathroom. You couldn’t wait to tell your husband the news.      

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You’re happy. You have a smile on your face and a skip in your step as you weave your way through trailers on the studio lot. You find Pedro’s trailer and pull on the door, it’s unlocked.

Inside you hear light music and the smell of leather, which is oddly strange, but you push it aside.

“Are they ready?” Pedro asks from somewhere out of view.

“Are you ready?” You ask, wondering if he is ready to be a father.

You two have talked about starting a family for the last few weeks, and now everything was coming together like a puzzle. You had been only married for six months now but it didn’t matter. You have Pedro, and now you have a life growing inside of you.

Pedro pops his head out. “Y/N! What are you doing here?”

You watch as he walks towards you in full costume. “I need, uh, I need to tell you something.”

Pedro wraps you in his arms, “you sure it isn’t to have me in costume? Again?”

Well, maybe, you think but your mind remembers the pregnancy tests.

You smile, “not today. I have something to tell you.”

He strokes your cheek, “tell me mi amor.”

You swallow, “we’ve been talking about starting a family. And well, I’m late and I went to the store this morning and bought three, oh god, three pregnancies tests.”

Pedro hums a “mmhmm.”

“All positive Pedro. All three tests are positive.”

Pedro brushes his mouth against yours lightly then deeply. He pulls you up against him as his hands travel up and down your back. He pulls away breathlessly.

“Me and you are going to be parents?”

You smile as you try to regain your normal breathing pattern, “yes. You and I are going to be a mom and dad.”

“Means I’m able to tell the world?”

“Yes.”

“May I tell everyone here? I’m too excited for this! I’m pumped to be a dad and start a family with you!”

You grin, “yes, you may tell everyone here.”

Pedro kisses you soundly then begins to walk away.

The door is still open to where you hear him exclaim, “I’m going to be a father!”

You laugh as you hear applause and cheers coming from the cast and crew. You know he’s ready to be a father.

Rescued - Oneshot

Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader

Warnings: violence, cussing, SMUT, oral receiving (m & f), unprotected sex (wrap it up), mention of a severed finger

Request?: Yes from this ask - Can I please have a Javier, where he's captured and tortured, it takes you a while to find him (maybe days or weeks) while he's recovering he admits his feelings for you. However, he's practically moved into your place because he can't fall asleep alone. can you make it both nsfw and fluffy? Or you choose and surprise us.

Author’s note: none

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Once Escobar’s inside La Catedral you, Peña, Murphy and a few others go out and celebrate. Even though you know Escobar made the prison for himself, he’s behind bars. Well, you feel he is in some way.

You’re sitting at a table inside the usual haunt most of the agents frequent after long days or celebrating a bust. You nurse your cocktail, keeping to yourself as you watch some of the others laugh and drink to their hearts content.

“You’ve been eyeing someone in particular?” Peña asks from behind you.

You jump and look back at him. “From our office? No.”

“You sure?”

You raise an eyebrow as he takes a seat. “Have you Peña?”

He takes a swig of his beer. “I’ll tell you who, if you tell me yours.”

You smirk and take a sip. “You go first.”

“I asked you first Y/N.” Peña remarks.

You laugh, “you don’t need to know.”

Peña shrugs, “then you don’t need to know either.”

You glance at him as he takes another swig of beer. You stand then lean over and brush your lips against his ear, “meet me outside Javi.”

Javier’s cock hardens as he feels your lips against his ear, hears the lust in your voice when you whisper his name. He downs the rest of his beer. His eyes remain on you as you walk past the raunchy and loud coworkers.

He adjusts himself before getting up.

“Really Peña?” Murphy asks as he approaches the table.

“Drop it Murphy. You know I’ve wanted her…”

Murphy smirks, “yeah I know. Just don’t fuck it up. We all work together.”

“Yeah,” Peña looks at Murphy, “I know.”

Peña walks past the group of coworkers and out into warm night air. A hand pulls on his jacket, pulling him to the side of the building.

You brush your lips against Javier’s as he runs a hand through Y/H/C hair. You grab his free hand and place it on your shirt then move it down.

“Y/N,” Javier grounds out as he moans.

“I want you Javi,” you whisper, “I don’t care if you fuck around with other–”

Javier captures your mouth then pulls faintly away, “there will be no one else Y/N. I’ve wanted you too.”

You pull on his jacket, bringing his mouth against yours again. You taste the beer he was drinking as his mustache tickles your upper lip.

The two of you are lost in one another that neither of you hear the squealing of car tires then the opening of doors or the cocking of weapons.

“Agent Peña!” A gruff accented voice shouts.

Javier turns and shields you.

You take in the few cars with their bright headlights, you make out shadowy figures. All of them in masks pointing guns at you and Peña.

“Javier,” you whisper.

“Quiet,” Javier grounds out in a whisper.

You feel for his gun, which he usually has in the waistband of his jeans, but he doesn’t have it, and yours is in your car.

Fuck, your mind screams.

“You need to come with us!” The gruff accented voice boasts.

What, no, you think as you whisper, “Javi.”

“It’s fine,” Javier remarks.

“It is not fine!” You hiss.

Javier turns and looks at you. He runs a finger along your jaw. “I’ll be fine.”

You look at him with sadness and concern. “Don’t go.”

“Now! Peña!”

Javier ducks his head then looks at you, “you’ll find me.”

You watch Javier turn back around and walk into the bright lights, praying it’s not the last time you see him.

Grand Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Pedro Pascal (* denotes a request)

    Unconditionally

    Nobody But You *

    Headcanon

    Imagines

    OneShots

Untouched - Part Three

Pairing: Ezra x female reader

Warnings: SMUT, blow job, unprotected sex (wrap it up), cussing

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Gods! Wish I’ve found your blog sooner… I LOVE the way you write! You deserve all the best things, hope ya know that. I’ve been having a hard time for so long now, and your writings make me go all giggly and happy… Anyways, would you ever be willing to write a virgin and inexperienced reader x Din or Ezra ? A oneshot maybe or even a mini series. I’d die for that!! But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.

Author’s note: pic by @letaliabane​

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You straddle Ezra’s body. His hands travel lightly up and down your sides before resting on your hips. His light touches send shivers down your spine. You moan as lean down and kiss him lightly.

He moves a hand through Y/H/C hair as he deepens the kiss. He enjoyed taking your virginity, he enjoyed giving your first oral pleasure with his tongue. Ezra can’t wait to teach you how to please him with your mouth on his cock. Your mouth is sweet and soft against his, and he knows your mouth will be amazing wrapped around his cock.

You pull back breathlessly and he cups your cheek.

“You ready?” He asks huskily.

You nod, “yes. I know want to know how to please you.”

Ezra moans inwardly as he watches you scoot back on your knees then dip your head to begin moving your mouth across his chest and down his stomach.

He brushes your hair away from your face so he may keep his eyes on you, keep his focus on you.