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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Idk if you’ve done this before (you can ignore this if you have) but how would each of the Pedro guys react if you told them you were pregnant?

**So I have done the pregnancy HC before, but that was when there were few boys, so lets add on to it.....

When They Find Out You’re Pregnant:

Javier: Shocked. No clue why because it wasn’t like either one of you were exactly practicing safe sex. Condoms were hardly ever used and you weren’t on birth control. He’s going to internally panic for a bit, disappearing into his work. He won’t disappear on you, he will drag into the apartment after you are asleep and get up before you do. Eventually coming to terms with the fact that he needs to be a better man and he comes home to tell you that he is all in.

Ezra: Worried. The life of a prospector and a floater is not the kind of life he wants for his child. He won’t articulate those worries, instead sleeping less and thinking long into the night while he has his hand on your womb. When he starts to form a plan for a life you can have that doesn’t include the danger of your current lives, he will wake you up, regardless of the hour to start excitedly laying out the plan.

Mando: Stoic. You can’t tell from the impassive view of his visor what he is thinking. Until the Crest goes dark and suddenly you hear his helmet thunk on the grated floor. Passionate lips overwhelm yours as he tries to show you what he is feeling. After he kisses you breathlessly, he will finally speak. “We will raise warriors cyar’ika. Marry me.”

Catfish: He is shocked and excited. He already has a child that he loves beyond comprehension. Never thinking he would have another kid after the divorce, so when you tell him that you are pregnant, he’s just in awe. Scoops you up into his arms and kisses you.

Tovar: A satisfied glint is in that grumpy Spaniards eyes. He was expecting it, never having bothered to pull away when he finally cums. “Good hermosa.” He tugs you into his arms and his large, war calloused hand cups your stomach possessively. “Maybe those bastards will stop sniffing around your skirts when they think I am not looking.”

Whiskey: Panicked. Nothing to do with you. But the damned fear of losing a second family terrifies him like nothing Statesman could ever throw at him. He’s going to need a bit. He’s really quiet and leaves for a mission. Until he realizes how it looks to you. That you might think that he doesn’t want you or that baby. Then you can expect his broken explanation as he begs you for forgiveness and to give an old fool another change at happiness. With you and the baby.

Max Phillips: ????????????? Lucy, you got some ‘splaining to do!(although once he finds out it is his….this frat boy vamp will be nervous as fuck. Will it be like him? Will it be like you? Will it be like some kind of mixed best of both worlds? And GOD FORBID you have a little girl. He will be beside himself. You have to tell him not to eat the little boy in her class that kissed her on the playground.)

Marcus Pike: Crying. Tears of fucking joy after making sure that this is what you want. He will be on cloud nine. You are carrying his baby and he just doesn’t know if he could possibly love you more than right now. There were times that he didn’t know if it was going to happen for him, love and a family. And you’ve just given him the world. 100% alllllll in.

Oberyn: Celebrates with you in the most obvious way. By taking you to bed of course. After exhausting you with pleasure, he will stroke your stomach and tell you how much he will love watching you expand with his child. Does admit that he would prefer that you refrain from your more…..risqué endeavors while you are carrying, for the health of the babe. Rest assured your prince with treat you like a queen.

Dave York: Proud. Extremely proud. He might not be what some would consider a good man, but he loves his children. He’s good with them. When Alice and Molly were little, he would change diapers and get up at 2am feedings with no complaint. Now he has a chance to do this again and he’s thrilled. You can tell from the way that he starts planning. He’s a planner, so immediately he starts getting things ready for the baby. As soon as he is done spreading you out and gently making you cum.

Max Lord: Overwhelmed....He already cannot give Alistair the life he wants for his young son. Cannot give him everything that his heart desires and it tears him up. His eyes are wide, almost devastated and he feels the extra weight of another’s happiness heaping down on his shoulders. He gives you a small smile and immediately puts on the charm that he uses to convince people to invest in his company and tells you that it is wonderful. Kissing you soundly and convincing you that it is the best news, even if he is falling apart on the inside.

Marcus Moreno: Slightly shocked. He’s thought his days of being a father to a baby were long over. His eyes are wide behind his glasses and he’s speechless for just a moment before joy takes over. Lunging forward and kissing you quickly, reassuring you that he is happy about the news. Wanting to know how you feel about it and how you feel. Missy is going to be surprised, but also happy. She’s always wanted a sibling and now she gets one.

Zach Wellison: Panicked. Like glazed eyes, heavy breathing panicked. He’s still not completely adapted to the idea that he’s not longer on the streets and he has a job that supports him. That he has a home to sleep under a roof every day. All the things that support that a baby would need immediately flashes through his mind. Only you wrapping your arms around him will bring him back to reality and he immediately hugs you close, promise you that he will take care of you and the little bean.

Javi G: Ecstatic. Overjoyed and tears spring up to his eyes. He is blubbering like a baby and he isn't ashamed of it. He loves the idea of you carrying his baby, basically blubbering about how much he loves you and how much he already loves his baby. He will be nothing like his father, your baby will know how much they are loved. His hands are all over your stomach, caressing the area where his child is safely nestled.

Dieter Bravo: He’s high as a fucking kite when you tell him, but then again, when isn’t he? He frowns at you in confusion and looks down at your stomach for a second before looking at your face again. “How?” He asks stupidly, as if constantly asking you to have sex with him wouldn’t result in a pregnancy.

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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hi sil! i am so fucking desperate for some angsty, hurt/comfort, sad fics. ANY pedro character, i don’t care. i just want something that’s going to break my heart and make me cry. do you have any specific recs? please & thank you 🥲🤍

hi nonnie!!

okay so I just realized....I don't really read a lot of angst on it's own??? Like, it'll be featured but not be the main thing about it, honestly, I thought I read more angst fgbfgb

I will link some fics below, I don't know if it'll make you cry, but it'll def make you feel things 💜 please check the warnings beforehand

kill me softly (dave york) & homecoming (frankie x reader x santiago) by @astroboots : kill me softly is a oneshot but homecoming is a series and has both angsty bits and wholesome bits and I love it to death

calculated risks (dieter bravo) & strawberry wine (joel miller oc!liv) by @pedrito-friskito: again soft moments with angst (especially SW) both series are guaranteed to make you get the feels

suck the rot right out of my bloodstream @redahlia-writes (javier p): very beautiful, hurt/comfort and amazingly written

meant to be (oberyn martell) by @radiowallet : again this isn't fully angst, but you'll feel so much while reading

Getting Lost is Being Found (joel miller) by @littlemisspascal: one of my fave joel fics

What a Pair we Make by @whataperfectwasteoftime (Marcus pike) : this one made me feel so many things when I first read it so it wouldn't be right not to add it

The Plan (and All its Iterations) by @prolix-yuy : it's been months since I read this but the way my eyes watered is still vivid in my mind <3

Between the Raindrops by @jazzelsaur (frankie morales): this one will def make you cry anon, it's such a beautiful story revolving around grief and loss and coming together and it's just great <3

#mail.💌#anonymous #fic recs

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unhinged-summer-fun · 2 years

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To Build A Dynasty

Chapter 7: Eggshells Underfoot Carol York x Dave York x Marcus Pike x F!Reader (22+)

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Rating: Mature (Series overall Explicit)

Word count: 3436

Chapter summary: A date, a long-overdue talk. Kids are great.

Warnings: i’m drunk sorry uh i think theres smut? idk i wrote this like a month ago and i was so fucking insecure based on some people in my life that i never posted it!!!!!!!!!!!! content warning author lol

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You were going on a date.

J was with Carol and Dave and the girls for the night and you were going on a date.

With Marcus.

On a date.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, mommy.”

The date was J’s idea.

J had come up to you after school one day and they had told you mommy, I want you to go on a date with daddy, and you’d been so stunned you had to tell them yes.

But now you were sitting in the living room, all dolled up in your best dress and heels of all things. You hadn’t worn heels since you’d gone out with Carol, and before that, you hadn’t worn them since…

Well, since the last time you were with Marcus.

Perhaps this was a sign you were too rose-tinted to see fully, forests and trees and all those other metaphors that slipped through your fingers the moment you tried to concentrate. Because Marcus was coming to pick you up, after Carol and Dave came to pick J up.

J had packed an overnight bag.

They were getting a bit presumptuous.

At long last, there came a knock at the door and J bolted for it, throwing it wide before you could check the peephole. All four Yorks stood at your doorstep, and you felt yourself flush at the sight of the few unwashed dishes in the sink, the corner of the rug that never flipped flat, the chewed-off windowsill from the previous tenant’s dog. It was a far cry from the intricate beadboard and pristine white kitchen Carol York ruled her kingdom from.

The girls shouted and squealed at the sight of J, even though they’d just seen one another a few hours ago at school. J didn’t even bother with a goodbye as they were ushered down the stairs to the York-mobile. Carol and Dave stood smirking on your doorstep, watching you lose the one person who could have called off this whole night.

“Don’t you look gorgeous,” Carol said, sweeping inside and wrapping you in a hug, pressing a careful kiss to your cheek to preserve your makeup. Dave was less attentive in his greeting, more possessive and claiming with his kiss, smearing your lipgloss against his mouth as he pressed you against the countertop. Your hands flew up by their own volition, burying themselves in his hair right above that scar on his neck. You tugged him closer, as if you hadn’t seen him the day before.

You were really no different than your children at times.

“Am I interrupting something?”

You and Dave pulled apart to see Marcus standing at the door with a vase of flowers in his hands. He wore a burgundy suit that matched well with your dress, and his facial hair was trimmed but not shaved. If it weren’t for Dave’s hips keeping you pinned to the counter, you would have swooned.

“Not at all,” Carol sang, grinning as she puttered around your kitchen, brightening all corners in that unique way you loved about her. “Hello Marcus.”

“Carol,” he says softly, nodding his head. You disentangled yourself from a rather unhelpful Dave (who was grinning to himself in that infuriatingly handsome way) to welcome him in. You smoothed down your dress and thanked him for the flowers, unable to stop smiling. Any lingering nerves you’d had about the date were dashed to the wind. You leaned up on tiptoe to kiss Marcus’s cheek, too shy to show off the way Dave had so clearly wanted to.

“Did you coordinate this?” You asked, turning around to narrow your eyes at Dave.

His grin only went wider.

“I was wondering why there was a minivan escorting me to your apartment,” Marcus laughed, putting his hand on your waist. It was simple. It thrilled you.

“We can get out of your hair,” Carol said, sweeping across cracked linoleum like it was a pageant stage.

“Nonsense, you’re more than welcome to use my time,” Marcus said, smiling down at her with a sweet smile. Something about the exchange made your heart pound, and you watched as Dave rubbed at his chest almost nervously, if you didn’t know Dave York didn’t get nervous.

“Do you have an antacid?” Dave asked softly, pulling you from your reverie.

“Of course!”

Marcus drove carefully, only ever looking at you when you were stopped or parked. It left him open for you to observe him openly, which should have made him nervous, but after nearly a decade of missing your eyes on him, Marcus was ready to be in your crosshairs again. Your attention made the air sparkle for him. He felt envious of your daydreams.

When J had cornered him about going on a date with you, he’d agreed more on instinct than actual thought. At the same time he wanted to make up for his kid’s lost relationship with him, which made him agreeable to probably a detrimental point, but he also wanted to be a good dad who raised a good kid.

So it made sense to go on a date with you.

But he was also very, very nervous about it.

He hadn’t been on a date with someone since that singular failed rebound after Teresa, and that had (thankfully) been incomprehensible due to the loud music of the concert venue. He’d never seen that person again, which was probably for the best.

He’d chosen somewhere quiet and out of the way but not too out of the way, nowhere too intimate or quirky, nowhere he felt out of his element, nor would you feel the same. It was gallery night at a specific block of the Arts district in downtown. Marcus had reserved parking and tickets, and took you into the first gallery with nerves running high.

“I would have thought you didn’t want anything to do with art after…”

You bit off the rest of your sentence like a piece of food you didn’t particularly want to chew. He watched your expression shutter in embarrassment; you probably hadn’t wanted to say that. He did the brave thing and let himself be vulnerable with someone, despite everything in his life warning to the contrary.

“For a while I was pretty jaded, but that was more anger to the institutions that ruled me than the art itself. The art was always an innocent factor in the crimes we investigated, not alive yet still a victim. I think I understood that sentiment a little more when the dust finally settled.” He got you a small glass of wine from a tray going around, and you promenaded about the gallery, light jazz playing through hidden speakers in the ceiling.

You thanked him, absorbing what he had to say. “I always liked that about you. It took a lot to get you really angry about things, but your anger never manifested in violence or harsh words and actions. I felt comfortable making mistakes around you, when we were together before.”

Marcus felt his breath catch. Every time he thought of those few months, he found it difficult to breathe. He’d been so in love with you, and you must have had some idea. You must have known. The fact that love manifested in a perfect child he had the pleasure of knowing only made the whole thing fonder in his eyes.

The silence stretched out a little bit, and the two of you found yourselves laughing nervously, meeting eyes for fractions of seconds before glancing away. “I haven’t been on a date in a while; I don’t know what to say.”

“I wasn’t sure if this was first-date conversation or if it’s… well, something else.”

“My my, Mr. Pike, what kinds of things are you going to say?” You asked, teasing coming back like riding a bike.

“Whatever you’d like to hear,” he said, kissing the side of your head as you moved by him. It felt seared into your scalp the rest of the time you wandered through the gallery.

“So they’re all together?”

“No. Well. Kind of. Let me get a paper.”

“I think my daddy isn’t with them.”

“He’s not. Kind of. Not yet.”

“What do you mean?”

Molly watched her sister draw out a box in one color, and labeled each corner with a letter. “J’s mommy and daddy, our mommy and daddy. So they’re both together,” Alice drew a line connecting the C and the D, and another connecting the M and the final corner. “And then our mommy and daddy are with your mommy,” she made a triangle. “And I think your daddy wants to be with our daddy and mommy but I don’t know for certain.”

“How do we know for certain?” Molly asked, frowning. This whole thing stank of geometry, and where there were triangles, there were proofs, and Molly York hated little else more than proofs.

The three sat in contemplative silence for a while, frowning at the flowchart Alice had made in sparkly glitter crayon. Alice was thinking of possibly the most complicated way to get proof, much like her father would have. Molly was only pretending to think, still somewhat daydreaming about her jiu jitsu spar from that afternoon. This was also her father’s influence. J, however, had learned one thing from Dave York that his daughters had yet to fully manifest:

The creation of problems in as few words as possible.

“I’m gonna go ask.”

Marcus’s hands were some of your favorite things in the entire galaxy. He held yours like they were precious and fragile, and in your entire time of knowing him, you never once remembered them to be cold. They were warm and comforting and—

“Ah!”

—they knew all your buttons and just how hard to push, even after all these years.

In the back of his car, with the tinted windows and the leather seats, his hands were everywhere at once. Up your dress, between your thighs, around your breast, you name it, he was touching it. You’d never been so glad to have at least exfoliated before tonight, because he made you feel like a goddess for every second he touched you. His fingers rubbed tight little circles over your clit, through the thin material of your panties.

“Good girl, so sexy for me like this. Been thinking about this for a long time, so fucking long,” his lips brushed your ear as he breathed the words, sending shivers down your spine and lighting a fire in your veins. You didn’t want to full-on fuck in his car on the first date, but things were getting desperate. You thought you’d never be horny again, until Dave. Until Carol. Until, until, until.

You’d both stretched and snapped in places you’d been able to bend and flex before. Marcus’s fingers had a rougher quality to them - fieldwork - and your hips held weight put there by him - motherhood. Yet he couldn’t separate the two, holding you across years and silvery skin and calluses on his palms because his bones knew yours like God knew the stars.

“Wanna make you cum right here on my hand, can I do that? Do that and take you home?”

“Please!” You begged, pulling him in for a harder kiss, one that spoke of Dave’s influence on you. He’d opened up that possibility of want and have being the same word. Your pleasure was something to take and enjoy, never to sacrifice or withhold. You’d never cum so much in your life than when you were in the Yorks’ bed.

But here with Marcus, you felt a fiery intensity pass between your tongues like secret breaths from the depths of your lungs, exchanged and held and exchanged again. His forehead bumped yours, and you pulled back to look him in the eye. He wanted to watch you come apart for him. He watched you with the same concentrated focus he looked at compelling art with. He knew you knew what that look meant. It brought tears to your eyes as he plunged his fingers deep into you, curling and coaxing an orgasm out of you it made your head spin. You were pretty sure you bruised your wrist from smacking it so hard against the back window.

When you came back down to earth, he was kissing your collarbones so thoroughly your whole body tingled. “Fucking hell, Marcus,” you breathed, melting against the leather seats.

He huffed a laugh against your skin. “Back with me?”

“Don’t be smug,” you grinned, helpless as you nudged his shoulder.

“I think I made you see deities lost to time and legend. I can be a bit smug.”

“You interpret all that from one orgasm?”

“You’re right, we should incur further study.”

“You’re ridiculous. Take me to a bed and I’ll incur something better.”

Dave York didn’t get nervous.

Seeing his daughters and a child he was quickly growing to consider his own staring across the dining table at him with hands folded atop it was nerve-wracking.

At least Carol was there, flippantly calm as ever, like she wasn’t being subjected to tween attempts at telepathy.

The stares were getting to be a bit creepy, after all.

“I trust you know why we have called you here?” Alice said, and Dave was equal parts horrified and impressed by her composure, despite still calling things “mix-match” a week ago.

“To the contrary, Ms. York, we have no idea.”

Alice’s brows drew together, and the three huddled together, a Greek chorus deciding the fate of the immediate future. When they pulled apart, J spoke next.

“We wanted to ask you about your relationship.”

“Well, we got married in 199—”

“Not that one. We know about that one.”

“Even though, suspiciously, none of us were there.” Molly fixed her parents with a narrowed gaze.

“There were many reasons for that, you would have been invited had you been alive,” Dave said as lightly as he could manage.

“Oh.”

J picked up the thread. “About your relationship with my mommy and daddy.” Despite the bookended York bravado on either side of them, J looked genuinely curious, lacking the judgement and disapproval that Dave and Carol had privately feared since the beginning. It was relief and panic in the same offered hand.

“Well, we—”

“Polyamory is—”

“Sometimes I think about marriage again but—”

“Wait, you do?”

“Yeah, I just, I didn’t want to—”

“I have too!”

“Wait, really?”

The adult Yorks stumbled over their conversation in a way neither of their children had seen before. It stunned both daughters silent as they hot-potatoed their words back and forth, interspersed with laughter and smiles and hand-holding before they realized they really hadn’t answered the question.

“Oh, I’m sorry, J. We don’t really have an answer as simple as you’d probably like, but… we’re figuring things out too.”

J nodded. I’m figuring it out had always been an acceptable answer for them growing up. They were lucky to have grown up with a patient and caring mommy who understood mistakes and accidents were part of life, and nothing to be ashamed of. J wished you could be taught the same lessons you taught them.

“We shall recon-bean at a later date,” they declared. “The court is adjourned.”

When the kids cleared out, Dave turned to his wife and smirked, “We should have turned over the PTA job to J.”

“Fuck! Marcus!” You cried into his pillow, gripping his sheets and shaking beneath him as he pounded you into his mattress with love. You had no way of describing it besides that. You had no thoughts left in your head besides don’t stop don’t stop.

“That’s right, fuck I missed this pussy - every - day.” He groaned as he felt his peak rise again. “Gonna fucking cum in you again and eat it out of you.”

You could only give a high-pitched whine in response, rocking back harder against him. Dave had built up your tolerance (and desire) for rough sex, something that surprised Marcus when you’d asked him to put a hand on your throat. Feeling you squeeze his dick as you came all over him was worth squeezing your pretty little neck.

The two of you had lost count of whichever round this was. Marcus still had one sock on and you had nothing but your jewelry left, the rest adorning the floor of his sad, sparse apartment. There was timeless joy in your intimacy, stretching to let your time together simmer and shrinking to heal the rift between you and him.

You caught your breath after that round ended with a knee cramp in Marcus’s leg, from some injury he’d gotten just after leaving Florida. It signaled an end to tonight’s fun activities, and you helped massage it out with thumbs and kisses and a hilarious amount of lube. The two of you had gone a bit crazy at the CVS earlier that evening.

You thought catching up with him would be more painful. You thought talking about the space would only draw it out further. It did the opposite. You felt parts of your jagged heart knit back together with every time you shared laughter in his bed.

“What—?!” You wheezed.

“I know, I know, it’s terrible!” He laughed, red-faced. He buried his face in his hands as you caught your breath again and started shriek-laughing at his ceiling fan.

“Marcus Pike, you’re telling me that a woman agreed to marry you and your immediate reaction was to fistpump and say yesssssss like-like—I don’t even know, who does that?”

“I’ve only ever had someone say yes once before, I’m not exactly an expert.”

The reminder of his ex-wife didn’t sting as much as it had the first time he’d told you about Lacie. They’d been young and dumb in college and had lofty dreams of a white picket fence and 2.5 kids. When things broke down the first year he joined the FBI, they tried counseling and mediation, and Marcus had bent over backwards to try to make her happy. When it wasn’t enough, he swallowed his pride and signed the divorce papers. The period after that, his re-emergence into bachelorhood, had allowed him time to work on himself, and it was those first few halting steps of healing when he had met you.

“I’d say yes.”

You didn’t know what made you say it. It just sort of… tumbled out of your mouth, past your lips and into the open air between you. You couldn’t stop yourself.

“I would have said yes back in Florida, if you’d asked.”

The look on his face was pained, and he closed his eyes as he processed this. You felt your stomach start to sink, and more words poured forth.

“There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about how things might have been if I’d gone with you back to Austin.”

“Sunshine…” he whispered, leaning forward to thumb away at the sudden tears springing to your eyes. “Baby, why are you saying all this?”

“It’s the truth,” you sniffled. “I love you.”

His expression softened considerably, and he leaned forward to kiss your forehead. “I love you too.”

“Why does it feel like there’s a but in there?” you asked.

He shifted and pulled you up against his bare chest, kissing your head before speaking. “You’re with Carol and Dave. I don’t… I don’t want to come between the three of you just because I was too late.”

“But you’re not too late,” you insisted, looking up at him. “You’re not. And… they understand a lot more about polyamorous relationships than I do. You don’t… you don’t have to be with them too.”

The silence was telling. Marcus didn’t say anything. Bravely, you ventured forth.

“Do you want to be with them too, Marcus?”

His ears turned red, and he couldn’t meet your eyes. You had so much sympathy for him, eternal patience and love. You felt this way several weeks ago, wrestling with your own feelings that bucked the norm of monogamy and singleminded devotion. Marcus was running to catch up with you, but you were reaching behind to pull him closer.

“That’s okay, baby, I promise. I don’t know exactly how they feel towards it, but they’re always willing to talk about things I have questions about. You’re already part of our family, you know that right?”

Marcus pulled you in. “This is a lot to take in right now,” he murmured to your hair. You nodded.

“Let's just enjoy right now, then.”

#TBAD #unhingery #dave york x reader #marcus pike x reader #dave york/reader #marcus pike/reader #dave york x carol york #carol york x dave york x marcus pike x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #carol york x reader

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astoryisaloveaffair · 3 years

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Monica’s Faves

I decided I wanted to put together a list of all my absolute favorite, read over and over again fics. My entire blog here is a fic rec blog, so I recommend EVERYTHING I post, but these are ones that keep bringing me back, time and time again.

MORE TO COME - CONSTANTLY BEING UPDATED BECAUSE I’M VERY BEHIND ON MY READING BUT I WANTED TO GET THIS OUT

*most headers by @sirtadcooper

Agent Whiskey

- “The Traveler” by @silksaddle

- “Whiskey & Gin” Series by @zeldasayer

- “Valley Nights” by @jura-moon

Dave York

- “Notes on Tutoring” by @honestly-shite

Din Djarin

- “Losing My Religion” by @oonajaeadira

- “Of Constellations and Creeds” by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

- “Rescue Me” by @charnelhouse (anything by CharnelHouse)

- “Rough Day” by @no-droids

Ezra

- “I Follow Your Fire” by @heatherbel

- “Ineffable” by @thewayofthemandalorian

Frankie Morales

- “Always Be My Maybe” by @storiesofthefandomlovers

- “Cottage Bound” by @studyofawearymind

- “Fixer Upper” Repairman!Frankie AU by @pascalpanic

- “Frankie’s Favorite Day” by @sharkbait77

- “Late Night Comfort” by @pintsizemama

- “Losing Dogs” Series by @pedropascaldice

- “More Than Words” by @foli-vora

- “Quarentine AU” by @mellowswriting

- “Risk and Reward” by @loversandantiheroes

- “Something New” by @prolix-yuy

- “Take On the World” by @knivesareout

Javier Peña

- “Better Love” Series by @disgruntledspacedad

- “Caffeine Rush” by @pascalpanic

Marcus Moreno

- “An Ordinary Man” by @missminkylove

- “Poorly Wired Circuit” by @radiowallet

- “Quarentine AU” by @absurdthirst

*gif by @pajamasecrets

Marcus Pike

- “All the Time in the World” by @whataperfectwasteoftime

- “Begin Again” by @pascalpanic

- “Stressed” by @generallybrontidefeelings

- “The Raunchy Raid” by @absurdthirst

- “The Singer” by @sharkbait77

Max Phillips

- “The Retreat” by @starlightmornings

- Anything by @brandyllyn

Maxwell Lord

- “Daddy’s Money” by @slater-baby

- “Pretty When You Cry” by @perropascal

- “You’re the Devil, but So Am I” by @zeldasayer

*gif by @rubyredwisp

Oberyn Martell

- “Burning Bright” by @tropes-and-tales

- “The Rose and the Viper” by @storiesofthefandomlovers

Pero Tovar

- “The Cross” by @blueeyesatnight

- “Where he is Compelled to Stay” by @oonajaeadira

- Anything by @yespolkadotkitty

Other Characters & Ships:

Benny Miller (Triple Frontier)

- “Light Me Up” by @musings-of-a-rose

- "What Are the Odds” by @studyofawearymind

Triple Frontier Boys - Polyamory

- “Captain of the Team” by @writefightandflightclub

- “Team Building Exercise” by @mylifeliterally

- “Watch Your Step” by @charnelhouse

Game Of Thrones

“The Dragons Dark and Deep” by @ashleyfanfic & @justwandering-neverlost

“Love on the Brain” by @ashleyfanfic

“Winter Came with Fire and Blood” by ellizablue

Again, more to come, my To Read list is 84 years long <3 Monica

#monica recommends #fic recs

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lunasblipsandblurbs · 3 years

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hi darlin! if youre able, could you maybe write somethin about the boys getting a call from the reader where theyre crying and they want their man to come get them? how would the boys react? who would go into panic mode and who would go into protector mode? hope you are doin well! happy holidays!!

ohhh loving the ~drama~ of this one. Also I am def the bitch to call someone crying so self indulgence lets gooooo

Gender Neutral

Also happy holidays bbys! Sorry im a bit slow with requests latley, tis the holiday season so Im a busy bee rn.

Din Djarin

PROTECTOR MODE ACTIVATED, for real the fact you called him CRYING, something Din is not accustomed to just sent a death wish on the person who upset you. Din is immediately giving you instructions on where to seperate yourself from the situation upsetting you as he is already landing the crest and leaving the ramp, stalking off to find you, and he will it will only take like 20 minites max with this bounty hunter.

Javier Peña

He's up and out of his office ripping his keys from his desk drawer. He didn't even really hear what was upsetting you but he knows your location and hes already bolted out the door. Javi's learned the hardest way to not let that bad feeling in your stomach be, especially regarding people he cares for. He's not taking any more chances as he busts through your apartment to find out you're so upset because your pet fish, flounder, passed. He's honestly gonna release a huge sigh of relief when he hugs you. Its just the fucking fish making you sad...he will just go get you another one if you want? But its NOT THE SAME JAVI

Frankie Morales

Panic this man is fucking panicing and the panic ends up morphing into being pissed. Who or what the fuck has upset you to the point of you calling Frankie from your office bathroom begging him to pick you up from your office party. As he pulls up he hits the curb graclessly in his mission to get to you ASAP. Once he finds you he instantly ushers you into his truck, it's a safe haven for you both. He doesn't make you explain anything as he drops a comforting hand to your thigh, squeezing the thickest part periodically.

Ezra (prospect)

When Ezra's headset fuzzes in your voice crying, in obvious distress he's instantly going to panic. He's already speaking a mile a minute asking you tons of questions of where you are. Once he comes upon you on your knees with some imbecile pointing a thrower to your glass he does not hesitate to whip out his blaster and kill the intruder with no second thought. He's going to call it a day then and there as you both make your way back to your pod, you sniffling quietly as Ezra has your hand locked with his, leading the way.

Max Phillips

Max is going to leave his work meeting early with no qualms upon hearing your message from his secretary. Yes, he hypnotized the old bastards to just take the deal and GTFO so he can speed off to pick you up. Once you plop yourself into his car he's gonna reach over and gently massage the back of your neck as he drives back to your place. Trying to sooth any headaches before they can even begin. You'll talk once your home and more calm anyway.

Pero Tovar

WOW so the random merchant just WANTS to die today, okay. When Pero finds you back home after he saw you on your horse rush out of the town square he instantly is mounting his own, racing after you. By the time he reaches your shared home your already inside in bed crying into Pero's pillow. When he rubs your back gently coaxing you into telling him whats so upsetting. Once he hears tho what the merchant said to you, his eyes immediately cloud with rage as he stalks across the room and grabs his sword, leaving with only a "I will be back shortly, Amor."

Marcus Pike

Oh this man is going to instantly go into protector mode. He loves you with his whole person and he cannot handle your tears. He empathizes with you on the phone and calms you down enough so you are only sniffling. He's on the phone with you the whole car ride there until hes at your work building. He's gonna find you and give you his keys, having you go to the car as he strolls off to have a 'friendly' conversation with your creepy ass co-worker and then your boss. Flashing them his F.B.I badge was an instant threat to both parties. After that there were no more crying phone calls.

Agent Whiskey

This man is like insanely protective over you as is. And the fact you call him crying instantly lights a raging fire in the pit of his stomach. He goes into secret agent mode immediately finding you and instructing you gently to go to the bronco. When he swaggers back to the car sporting some bloody knuckles you really don't need to ask what happend, Jack's smile already comfirms he got what you both wanted.

Dave York

When you call Dave crying in hystarics he's going to calmly tell you he's on his way and to "don't worry baby, I'll be there." And when he gets there he's instantly scanning the situation to figure out what went down without asking you to dive deep into whats upsetting you. By the time your both home he has you tucked under his chin, sitting on his lap together on the love seat. You explain to him what happened as he frowns and plays with your wedding ring. When you reveal exactly who hurt you he already has a plan on how to um...get rid of your problem? He's a murder man and the fact this asshole just harrassed his spouse? Nope they're dead.

Zach Wellison

His Marine training is going to kick right in. He wont even realize it but on the phone with you his voice changes into something commanding with no questions asked he tells you where to place yourself so he can find you as quickly as possible. He hates it when you cry and the fact hes not already there to calm you down kills him. He's going to find you and rush you out of the environment causing you stress. Once you two get home he knows how exhausting crying is so he showers with you and soothes you to nap together to try and have somewhat of a restart to the day.

Omar Assarian

He. Is. Pissed. Who the fuck just made his partner fucking cry!? He is going to puff up to a larger stance with the rage, going into his boxer mode. Serious, no nonesense, and to the point. You don't win by dancing around your opponent. So he's going to ask you right away what the issue is and what you need him to do right now. HE wants to just go off and start beating up whoever upset you but this is about YOU, what do you need from him right now? Hes gonna get you back to your place asap so you can calm down and be as comfortable as possible. You two are gonna end your day cuddled up binging trash tv as you sport Omar's hoodie.

#din djarin x reader #javier pena x reader #frankie morales x reader #ezra (prospect) x reader #ezra prospect x reader #max phillips x reader #pero tovar x reader #marcus pike x reader #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels x reader #dave york x reader #zach wellison x reader #omar assarian x reader

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thesmutbasement · 3 years

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Welcome to Butt Stuff: Anal, anal, anal...

Everything here in The Smut Basement is for 18+ friends only! Minors and unverified persons will be blocked. Please heed ALL author warnings when you click a link.

Dave York (Equalizer 2)

Roses (Notes on Tutoring interlude) by @honestly-shite (Okay but for real… NoT Dave already owns my pussy, and now I’m going to give him the back door, too. Hot, hot, HOT!! -Claire)

Frankie “Catfish” Morales (Triple Frontier)

Ashore by @gaiuswrites (Butt stuff, but make it ✨poetic✨. This is a continuation of Open Waters and if you’re unsure of Frankie this is bound to change your mind. If you’re already a fan like Lauren then you’ll still enjoy this… Claire’s notes: 😳🥴🥵 Jesus fucking Christ that was hot, I think I’m crying from how hot that was. Yup, crying from hotness. Well done!)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Virgin Territory by @pintsizemama (This is one of the filthiest, sexiest, most explicit, most lighthearted "first time anal" scenes I have ever read, and it's... WOW. Just so freaking good. Like, Javi takes care of Ari in a way that's full of respect and good humor. I loved the banter and the sexiness of the first time. HOT! -Claire)

Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT)

Pegging Headcannon by @danidrabbles (Look you know the headcannon is good when Dani can make me feel all hot and bothered in 5 sentences. It’s true and keep an eye out because there might be more. 🔥) - Lauren

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels (Kingsman 2: The Golden Circle)

The Laundry Room by @lowlights (This one really got me feeling some type of way. A jealous kind of way that this isn’t my life. Husband Jack isn’t going to clean up our house and then let me peg him after he does the laundry. This is domestic filth and it is GOOD. Still envious, but I can dream.) - Lauren

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

Am I? by @whataperfectwasteoftime ("Anal, but make it soft" and Penny definitely delivers! This is her Born To Run'verse Marcus doing first-time anal with that lovely Dom action, superb aftercare, and even a deep conversation afterwards about what they each get out of the Dom/sub dynamic. I think I'm in love!!! -Claire)

To be continued...

Bottom of the Basement: Filthy Fic Recs Masterlist

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radiowallet · 2 years

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For the month of December I want to highlight some of the blogs that have made my time on the hellsite (affectionate) a truly wonderful and fulfilling experience! Some I have interacted with personally, while others I have lurked in the background like shadowy gremlin, but my love is there none the less. This is by no means a comprehensive list because there are so many amazing and wonderful people out there making days brighter with just their simple presence and kind hearts! To all of you, ALL OF YOU, Happy Holidays! I am so grateful for all of you!

Today I would like to give a shout out to @wyn-n-tonic

I have been following O for quite some time and it has always been one of the easiest decisions I’ve made. Her Frizzy ‘verse is one my favorite Frankie stories, and legit, I would die for Elizabeth Miller. On top of that O has also written some amazing stories for Dave York, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno and many others. Her talent is staggering and she manages to make me cry and laugh and feel all of these things in one piece, and she does it with skill and elegance. Please, if you haven’t already, treat yourself with @wyn-n-tonic Masterlist.

Also, and it cannot go unsaid, how wonderfully kind and fiercely loyal O is. She is friend to the end, and her kindness knows no bounds. On top of that, never once have I felt like I couldn’t talk to her about anything from the pitiful amount of garlic Hello Fresh sends with their meal kits or the impact of Taylor Swift’s music on our individual lives. Her honest heart and quick tongue are two of my favorite things on this hellsite and I would be remiss if I didn’t say thank you. Happy Holidays, O and thank you for being my friend!

I would also like to give a shoutout to @givemethatgold

I found Cher at the beginning of last summer and gobbled up her Fixer Upper series like it was candy. Her honest and sweet story telling instantly brought me into this world and I was done for. The rest of her masterlist is just as wondeful and it is a great place to visit if you’re feeling down. Trust me. On top of that, Cher has never been afraid to be totally herself. When she took the summer off from writing all I could think was how incredibly impressed I was by that. It’s hard to step away from a hobby you love, but to recognize that need is so amazing to me.

Cher, you are always so kind to me in your reblogs or responding to my comments and I want you to know I appreciate you. Thank you so much for being you and Happy Holidays!

#December 16th #season of gratitude #Cat says thanks #I'm gonna drown you bitches in love

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lady-of-glass-and-bone · 3 years

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Songs & Characters Pedro Pascal

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful / Florence + The Machine

I listened to the whole album and each song, sometimes specific lyrics, made me think of certain Pedro characters. I have no explanation, I just felt like doing this. I plan on doing the rest of Florence + The Machine’s albums with the Pedro boys. Maybe after that with different artists/albums and characters, maybe some Marvel or slashers? Send in your thoughts and some requests?

Lyrics and their characters below the cut because I have no self control.

Ship To Wreck / Javier Pena

And, ah, my love remind me, what was it that I said? I can't help but pull the earth around me to make my bed And, ah, my love remind me, what was it that I did? Did I drink too much? Am I losing touch? Did I build a ship to wreck?

What Kind Of Man / Dave York

And with one kiss / You inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years / What kind of man loves like this?

To let me dangle at a cruel angle / Oh, my feet don't touch the floor / Sometimes you're half in and then you're half out / But you never close the door

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful / Ezra

Between a crucifix and the Hollywood sign, we decided to get hurt Now there's a few things we have to burn Set our hearts ablaze, and every city was a gift And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips And I was making you a wish In every skyline

So much time on the other side Waiting for you to wake up So much time on the other side Waiting for you to wake up Maybe I'll see you in another life If this one wasn't enough So much time on the other side

Queen of Peace / Din Djarin

His only son Cut down, but the battle won Oh, what is it worth When all that's left is hurt

Like the stars chase the sun Over the glowing hill, I will conquer Blood is running deep Some things never sleep

And my love is no good Against the fortress that it made of you Blood is running deep Sorrow that you keep

Various Storms & Saints / Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels and Maxwell Lord

You don't need no edge to cling from / Your heart is there, it's in your hands / I know it seems like forever / I know it seems like an age / But one day this will be over / I swear it's not so far away

Whiskey / But still you stumble, feet give way Outside the world seems a violent place But you had to have him, and so you did Some things you let go in order to live While all around you the buildings sway You sing it out loud, who made us this way I know you're bleeding, but you'll be okay Hold on to your heart, you'll keep it safe Hold on to your heart, don't give it away

Maxwell Lord / And the air was full Of various storms and saints Praying in the street As the banks began to break And I'm in the throes of it Somewhere in the belly of the beast But you took your toll on me So I gave myself over willingly Oh, you got a hold on me I don't know how I don't just stand outside and scream I am teaching myself how to be free

Delilah / Marcus Pike and Frankie Morales

'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine (Holding on for your call) / 'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine(Maybe not tonight)

Marcus Pike / Strung up, strung out for your love Hang in, hung up, it's so rough I'm wrung and ringing out Why can't you let me know?

Strung up, strung out for your love Hang in, hung up, it's so rough I'm wrung and ringing out Why can't you let me know?

Frankie Morales / Too fast for freedom Sometimes it all falls down These chains never leave me I keep dragging them around

Now I'm dancing with Delilah and her vision is mine (Holding on for your call) A different kind of danger in the daylight (I can never let go) Took anything to cut you, I can find (Holding on for your call) A different kind of a danger in the daylight (Can't you let me know?)

Long & Lost / Dave York and Javier Pena

Dave York / Lost in the fog, these hollow hills Blood running hot, night chills Without your love I'll be So long and lost, are you missing me

Is it too late to come on home Are all those bridges now old stone Is it too late to come on home Can the city forgive, I hear its sad song

Javier Pena / I need the clouds to cover me Pull in the dark, surround me Without your love I'll be So long and lost, are you missing me

It's been so long between the words we spoke Will you be there up on the shore, I hope You wonder why it is that I came home I figured out where I belong

Caught / Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels and Max Phillips

Whiskey / As if the dream of you, it sleeps too But it never slips away It just gains its strength and digs its hooks To drag me through the day

And I'm caught I forget all that I've been taught I can't keep calm, I can't keep still Pulled apart against my will

Max Phillips / Then you leave my head and crawl out of bed You subconscious solipsist And for those hours deep in the dark Perhaps you don't exist

And I was thrashing on the line Somewhere between Desperate and divine I can't keep calm, I can't keep still Persephone will have her fill

Third Eye / Frankie Morales, Pero Tovar, Javier Pena, Maxwell Lord

Frankie Morales / Don't make a shadow of yourself,always shutting out the light Caught in your own creation Look up, look up! It tore you open And oh, how much

'Cause there's a hole where your heart lies And I can see it with my third eye And though my touch, it magnifies You pull away, you don't know why

Maxwell Lord / You don't have to be a ghost here amongst the living You are flesh and blood And you deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given

'Cause your pain is a tribute The only thing you let hold you Wear it now like a mantle Always there to remind you

St. Jude / Ezra, Dave York, Din Djarin, Marcus Moreno

Ezra / Another conversation with no destination Another battle never won Each side is a loser So who cares who fired the gun

And I'm learning so I'm leaving And even though I'm grieving I'm trying to find a meaning Let loss reveal it Let loss reveal it

Din Djarin / St Jude, the patron saint of the lost causes St Jude, we were lost before she started St Jude, we lay in bed as she whipped around us St Jude, maybe I've always been more comfortable in chaos

Marcus Moreno / And I was on the island and you were there too But somehow through the storm I couldn't get to you, Oh St Jude, somehow she knew And she came to give her blessing while causing devastation And I couldn't keep my mouth shut, I just had to mention Grabbing your attention

Mother / Javier Pena, Ezra, Pero Tovar

Javier Pena / I put my feet into the fountain The statues all asleep No use wishing on the water It grants you no relief

Mother, make me Make me a bird of prey So I can rise above this, let it fall away Mother, make me Make me a song so sweet Heaven trembles, fallen at our feet

Ezra / Oh lord, won't you leave me Leave me on my knees Cause I belong to the ground now And it belongs to thee

And oh lord, won't you leave me Leave me just like this Cause I belong to the ground now I want no more than this

How I long for the older The sun keeps burning deep Every stone in this city keeps reminding me Can you protect me from what I want? The love I let in, it left me so lost

Pero Tovar / Mother, make me Make me a big tall tree So I can shed my leaves and let it blow through me Mother, make me Make me a big grey cloud So I can rain on you things I can't say out loud

All these couples are kissing And I can't stand the heat I lost my shoes and left the party I wander in the street

Hiding / Frankie Morales, Marcus Moreno, Din Djarin, Maxwell Lord, Javier Pena

Frankie Morales / I know that you're hiding I know there's a part of you that I just cannot reach You don't have to let me in Just know that I'm still here I'm ready for you whenever Whenever you need Whenever you want to begin

Din Djarin / I know you've tried But something stops you every time You cry a little So do I So do I And it's your price That's keeping us still so far apart But if you give a little So will I So will I

Maxwell Lord / I know I seem shaky This hand's not fit for holding But if you let me, oh I will see you're wrong

Tell me I will be released Not sure I can deal with this Up all night again this week Breaking things that I should keep

Javier Pena / I think you hide When all the world's asleep and tired You cry a little So do I So do I I think you hide And you don't have to tell me why You cry a little So do I So do I

Tell me I will be released Not sure I can deal with this Up all night again this week Breaking things that I should keep

Make Up Your Mind / Pero Tovar, Max Phillips, Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels, Dave York

Max Phillips / I never thought that I'd be facing A sea that's bluer than the tide Now my knees are shaking And I can't look in your eyes

But if you're gonna make me do it How'd you want it done Is it best to sip it slowly Or drink it down in one

Make up your mind Let me live or let me love you While you've been saving your neck I've been breaking mine for you The power is on, the guillotine hums My back's to the wall, go on, let it fall, oh Make up your mind Before I make it up for you

Whiskey / I never thought I'd be a killer Cause there's so much to lose But if I can't drink the water What else can I do

And although the axe is heavy It just sits in my hands While you're changing like the current Not a shore on land

Every time I try to bring it down You always turn my head around

Pero Tovar / The executioner's within me And he comes blindfold ready Sword in hand And arms so steady Every time I try to bring it down You always turn my head around But every time I try to bring it down You always turn my head around

Which Witch / Dave York

And it's my whole heart Weighted and measured inside And it's an old scar Trying to bleach it out

And it's my whole heart Deemed and delivered a crime I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out

Who's a heretic now? Am I making sense? How can you make it stick? Waiting 'til the beat comes out

#javier peña #marcus pike #ezra (prospect)#din djarin #the mandalorian #agent whiskey #agent jack whiskey daniels #maxwell lord #zach wellison #frankie catfish morales #dave york #max phillips #pero tovar #marcus moreno #pedro pascal characters #song inspo #pedro pascal

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tintinwrites · 4 years

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Telling Pedro Characters ‘I Love You’ During Sex but it’s Accurate (I’m kidding) and I’m an Asshole to the Characters

Again, I love Pedro and all the fics you guys write, this is for fun!

Agent Whiskey

you enjoy your eight month anniversary at Denny’s, romantically eating from the same Grand Slam meal

yes he takes you there in his car like your first date but

“I ain’t done with you yet, sugar dumplin’.”

y’all go back to your place for another two minutes of sexy fun

halfway through is when he actually does a pretty good thrust and you say it: “I love you, Whiskey.”

he stops thrusting for a second and you’re like OH NO HE DOESN’T LOVE ME EVEN THO WE’VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR MONTHS AND HE’S OBSESSED WITH ME

“Oh, baby doll, I love you like a hog loves the sound of a red-headed woodpecker as it square dances in a patch of mud.”

6/10 for being in love with even if the sex is mediocre

Dave York

please don’t say it

pLeAsE dO NoT tElL dAvE yOrK tHaT yOu LoVe HiM!!!!!!!

WHY WOULD YOU LOVE THIS MAN HONESTLY

WAS IT THE SWEAT DRIPPING FROM HIS DRESS SHIRT AS HE FUCKED INTO YOU FOR 30 SECONDS

NOT EVEN SURE HOW YOU FOUND THE TIME TO TELL HIM DURING SEX BUT “I love you!”

why

anyway he kills you

-408/10 for being in love with and I don’t have to explain why

Din Djarin

he’s been alone for a long time

there is something so easy about falling in love with this intimidating, yet gentle and patient man if you’re with him

and, hell, maybe it’s only sex because you’re both lonely and you don’t know if he’d ever want more but

“Mando...Mando, I love you.”

the man doesn’t take his helmet off to fuck you and you’re still in love with him like a pining little fool

he doesn’t say anything, but he is more protective of you and more considerate with you and maybe he...

4/10 for being in love with bc the boy is a little awkward but I think he might love you too

Ezra

I am not sure how you get a word in edgewise with this man and the sonnets he recites when he’s fucking you

“Oh would that I could cut these ties that bind me. Out, damned spot! Out, I say!”

who says that when they come i would like to know please

he makes you cum pretty good tho so yes you’re gonna tell this man who is your fuck buddy? fuck acquaintance? that you love him as he rocks into you

he doesn’t even pause

“If I could love thee any more impenetrably, I think mine heart would climb out of one of my many orifices to allow your full claim upon it.”

does that mean he loves you i dont really know

4/10 for being in love with bc he’s just so confusing let’s not pretend any of us are smart enough to put up with him

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales

you’ve been dating him for a few months when you realize the squeezing in you that you notice whenever you see him means something else

the puppy dog eyes that follow his every move is pointed out by Pope any time he’s hanging out with the two of you

it’s not until he’s asked you to stay the night and he’s slowly rutting into you that the words tell themselves

“I love you, Frankie.”

he pauses and he lets out this charmed little laugh

“Love you too, baby.”

honestly the best sex you’ve ever enjoyed with him

10/10 for being in love with bc he loves you very much too :)

Javier Peña

oh sweetie you knew he was going to break your heart when sex became a casual thing between the two of you rather than a one night stand

Javi is grumpy and he is sad but there are times when he is too sweet and funny not to fall in love with

not to mention that he knows your body like his own and he’s the best sex partner you’ve ever been with

you don’t mean to say it you want want to say it don’t say it dont say it “I love you, Javi.”

he stops, then he keeps fucking you like you didn’t say anything to him

he immediately rolls off you and smokes a cigarette without really acknowledging you

“This was a lot of fun.” he says like you’re some random person he barely knows and you tell him to call you about lunch and he grunts and you cry

1/10 for being in love with bc maybe with some time he could be convinced but I’m not sure

Marcus Pike

it is not you who says I love you during sex

it’s Marcus

totally

he smiles at you as you ride him and just says, “I love you.”

and you love him too because how could you not love this man

lots of kissing and giggling and ooh that orgasm tho

IDK HOW TO SAY THIS MAN IS LITERALLY PERFECT!!!!!!!!!

400/10 for being in love with bc he will offer you a life and a home and a family if you want DON’T LOOK AT ME

Maxwell Lord

how

why

was it his self-obsession about his looks that made you love him?

maybe the way he liked to slam you over furniture to pound into you?

you probably say it bc he pays attention to you and you don’t know what love actually is

he laughs so hard his thrusts into you from behind are jerked and rough

he thanks you for the laugh and keeps fucking you, letting out a little laugh every time he thinks about it

-4,443/10 for being in love with bc are you kidding me have you seen the man

Max Phillips

he’s really charismatic if not incredibly perverse which is why you fall for him

it’s also possible that he um compelled you

or maybe it’s bc he turned you haha who knows

“I love you, sir!”

he totally gets off on the idea of you being in love with him that he cums right there

and then he drinks from you so oh maybe he didn’t turn you!

he does not love you back tho lmao he just likes the power of someone loving him

0/10 for being in love with bc he’s arguably not bottom of the barrel here

Oberyn Martell

everybody loves Oberyn

you’re on top of him with him doing some fancy orgasmic move to your titties

“I love you” you say bc this man can make you orgasm by licking your fucking knee so

there is a chorus of “I LOVE YOU” from all the other people in the room

it’s not really special when he says it back bc you’re not sure if he LOVE loves you or if he’s saying a general “I love my harem of people”

but then he sucks on some part of you and it’s like whatever

you’re fine with whatever bc he he can also make you orgasm from licking your chin

4/10 for being in love with bc the sex is good and he doesn’t treat you cruelly

Pero Tovar

he’s typical of his time so im not gonna fault you for being in love with him

but he also fucks you so hard i am IMPRESSED that you sound intelligible

“I. Love. You.”

robots weren’t a thing so you don’t sound like a robot but if it was modern days yes you would sound like a robot

you’re probably married so he grunts it back

so sweet

probably turns into a breeding kink kind of thing tbh look at him

7/10 for being in love with okay he will make sure you are fed with a roof over your head along with your 12 children

#pedro character headcanons

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kikis-writing-world · 3 years

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Last night, as I was trying to distract my mind into falling asleep (y’all know what I mean...) I decided to start ranking the Pedro characters in order of how good I think they would be in bed. This isn’t to say the bottom of the list would be bad, just the others would be better than him. This is also me trying to remember/transcribe my half-asleep thoughts. I am absolutely accepting comments and criticisms at this time 😂 or feel free to rearrange the list with your thoughts!

Also please note this is all in fun. No hate meant, and please no one come at me with hate either.

Oberyn Martell: The man is a prince who fucks for fun. You can’t tell me in his years of travelling the globe and sexing anyone who is willing, he hasn’t learned a few tricks. I can see him going to the brothels in King’s Landing and being all “that’s a Dorne speciality.” Then he goes back to Dorne all “that’s something I picked up in the North.” Etc. He would love to please his partner by showing off all his tricks - look at the showboating at the trial by combat! Man knows what he’s doing. Plus you think Ellaria woulda stuck around if he was bad in bed? Please...

Javier Pena: Same as Oberyn, he’s been around the block. He’s picked up a few tricks in his time. Also, his latin blood makes him a passionate person. Like, I’ve barely watched Narcos but we’ve half seen him in action and those women all seem pleased. Only downfall is he’s sleeping around in the 70s and I’ve never seen him wrap it so like who knows what he’s catching while he’s at it. (Why didn’t you argue this for Oberyn? Cause he lives in a fantasy world get off my dick)

Frankie “Catfish” Morales: Look this is the guy I can see being so soft with love for you, absolutely perfect slow love making, or can fucking rail you until you don’t remember what year it is (and we’re all praying for that right now.) I feel like some of his pent-up frustrations from his time serving or the mission gone bad, all that, could turn into some pretty incredible feral sex.

Marcus Pike: Marcus and Frankie are so neck and neck, they flipped and flopped a few times while making this list. The reason Marcus lost out: he’s more likely to cry during sex. That might be a good thing? Idk. Current headspace says to stop, I’m trying to cum and not deal with that right now lol

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels: I love this man. I love him so much, but he’s falling to the middle of the list. I’m so sorry bby. The main reason he’s down here is he has so many hang-ups and emotional damage, I think that’s probably holding him back. He doesn’t wanna get attached, he doesn’t want to get serious. He’s stuck in he past with his wife and as much as he can charm a polar bear into buying ice, he’s not gonna let that connection get farther than skin deep. Let go baby let me love you!

Max Phillips: Vampire strength, senses and stamina? Fuck yes! The major cons that bumped him down the list? Number 1: trying to eat you/turn you. Number 2: I get total frat boy vibes, as does everyone, so unless he actually gives a fuck, I can see him not being super attentive to your needs.

Ezra: He’s all cute and prosey, and I can see him being all for a sweet making love under the stars... but idk. There’s nothing about him that screams he’s gonna rock my fuckin world. I’d still let him try, one handed or two handed, but... idk. Sorry, Ezra.

Din Djarin: Look, I’ve got nothing but love for Mando... but he’s words behind these guys as far as experience goes. Even if we go with the head canons that he gets to fuck while in the armor, he doesn’t know the ways of love. He just fucks his hole and moves on. Like, it’s a good thing in the sense that he’s a blank slate and you can teach him what you like (I can see him being very eager to learn if you two are in a committed relationship) but he’s not gonna rock your world out of the gate.

Maxwell Lord: Idk, I can’t shake the feeling that he doesn’t put the effort in. He’s kinda a spoiled rich kid and all, he gets his and gets out. He’d spoil you money wise for sure, but I can see him not always getting you off. (Like, in fanfic he will and I support that but that’s just the vibes I get. Let’s be real, in fanfic all these guys are rocking our worlds and I support the shit outta that.)

Honroable mentions to the following men I don’t know enough about to form an opinion: Pero Tovar, Dave York, Marcus Moreno.

#Pedro Pascal Characters #Oberyn Martell #Javier Pena #Marcus Pike #Agent Whiskey #Max Phillips #Maxwell Lord #Din Djarin

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I'm sorry if your not taking requests but I'd figure I'd take my chances. My dad died yesterday at 2pm and I was wondering if I could have a comfort hc with our boys on how they'd react and help the reader. My dad was my world and I just need comfort rn.

**I am so sorry for your loss hun, I know it is devastating. I am sending you thoughts and prayers🤍🤍🤍

Comforting You After Losing A Parent:

Javier: He knows how this feels, having been devastated by the death of his mother. She had been the glue to hold the Peña family together. What surprises you the most is how he is there. Leaving his work to be by your side and flying home with you. He is there as a comforting wall of support and will listen to you sob and talk, quietly trying to offer his shoulder for you to cry on.

Ezra: He is honestly surprised you still have parents. The fringe is a hard place to live and most have dealt with a lifetime of loss. It doesn’t stop him from declaring that there will be no work today. Wrapping you up in his arm, tucked into a bunk in the little tent you live in. Today is not a day for harvesting or isolating suits. He will ramble about anything and everything while he holds you, often anecdotes from his own childhood stories of his parents and encourage you to tell him stories about yours.

Mando: Mandalorians absolutely experience loss, and Din is no stranger to losing his parents. He silently pulls you into the wall of beskar that is his chest. Holding you in his arms for the first time as your tears splash against the metal while he calculates fuel in his head. Once you are worn out, tucked into his bunk at his insistence, he is up in the cockpit, setting a course for your home world.

Frankie: Solid, comforting. Frankie has dealt with a lot of loss over the years. Plenty of men that he considered family lost. He will be there, minding the kids, anyone’s kids and assisting with whatever tasks he can. You need help arranging the funeral, he’s there. Picking out the outfit? Tell him what you are thinking. He also silently picks up food for you and the family before he influx of casseroles and grief food, knowing you need to eat despite you not wanting to.

Agent Whiskey: Whiskey gets you drunk. Pulling out a bottle of Statesman Reserve, he starts toasting the man who raised you and gets you to start sharing memories and things that you love and will miss about him. Feeding you water as well, since he doesn’t want you to be hungover later on. Pulling you into his lap to hold you when you break down crying, he murmurs for you to just let it out.

Tovar: Loss is a part of life but that doesn’t mean he is immune to its affects. Tovar doesn’t really talk about losing people in his life, but he does help you. This man is the one to start taking care of tasks so you can cry and mourn. Outside swinging an axe and chopping the wood so you don’t have to, gathering the water so you don’t make the trip to the river. When he comes inside, he is hovering, his eyes watching you to make sure that there isn’t anything that you need him to do for you.

Marcus Pike: Marcus is the perfect person during this time. Folded up with you in his arms on the couch while you cry and sob. Heartbroken that there isn’t a way that he can take your pain away, he kisses and pets your hair, rubbing your back and urging you to keep crying if you need to. It’s okay, he’s here for whatever you need. He won’t rush you or make you feel like you should buck up and be strong.

Dave York: Dave doesn’t waver. He’s right there, step by step. Watching the kids, anyone’s kids while you and your family grieve and go through this. He is also taking care of you, pressing glasses of water into your hand or small plates of food, making sure you eat and drink. Right by your side with his hand around your waist when you need the support. He wishes you didn’t have to go through this, but he will be there to make sure you are okay.

Oberyn Martell: Oberyn has lost both of his parents and his sister. He knows loss. His method of dealing with it is a little unorthodox. Sex? Sex is a great distraction. He will take you to the brothel and you can pick as many lovers as you want to take your mind off your grief. If that’s not your forte, he will wrap you up in his bed, just the two of you, while he finds the poetic words to help you through your loss.

Max Phillips: Max is honestly surprising. You thought he would make some dumb joke about how he knows he should have eaten your dad. But he doesn’t. What he does do is put that business degree to use. He negotiates fantastic deals for your father’s final arrangements and makes sure that the life insurance company pays quickly and the maximum policy is fulfilled. All while holding you while you cry and making sure his little bloodbag is as healthy as you can be under the circumstances. Not needing sleep is a very positive thing right now.

Max Lord: Max is kind of useless in this situation. He tries, but he’s not very good beyond being there for you. He feels bad about it, but he left home very early and never looked back, so the emotional connection to losing your father isn’t there. He feels horrible for you, offer to take off of work and be there even though he knows he can’t really afford to. You don’t know that though and he won’t tell you. You need more cups from the store? He’ll be back in ten minutes. You need someone to watch Aunt Maude because she wanders? He’ll be by her side. You just tell him what you need from him.

Marcus Moreno: Marcus is amazing. He knows that you are in shock and he just moves around you quietly, arranging flights and coordinating things that need to be done. Only to drop everything and wrap you up in his embrace the second you need a shoulder to cry on. He’s been down this road and knows that the grief that you are feeling isn’t going to just go away after a few days. It’s lingering and may never fully heal. He will be right there beside you to comfort or talk to you when you are having a bad day.

Zach Wellison: Zach listens. He has lost so much but he listens to you as you cry. Talking about the man you lost and what he means to you. Solid and strong beside you, he will be your shelter against the flood of people that will want to come up and offer their condolences, keeping you from being overwhelmed. He is constantly watching for your mood and if he deems it necessary, he will whisk you away to cry on private.

Javi G: The death of his own father overwhelmed him, so Javi gets it. He wants to make you feel better, if only for a few moments before the reality of it all crashes over you again. He sets up a pillow and sheet fort in the movie room, pulling out all the comfort snacks and drinks. Ready to settle in and watch your father’s favorite movies with you while you laugh and cry. He just wants to help you, comfort you and make sure you know that he is there for you.

Dieter Bravo: Offers to get whatever drugs you want. He’s not exactly good with this kind of thing, he has people who takes care of things for him. Still, mellowed out, Dieter listens to you. Sits with you on the couch as you babble, encouraging you and honestly being a sweetheart when you need it. However, he is obligated to ask if you want to have sex with him, you know, as a distraction.

MasterList

#pedro pascal #javier pena headcanon #ezra headcanon #the mandalorian headcanon #frankie morales headcanons #pero tovar headcanon #agent whiskey headcanon #max phillips headcanon #marcus pike headcanon #dave york headcanon #oberyn martell headcanon #max lord headcanon #marcus moreno headcanon #zach wellison headcanon #javi gutierrez headcanon #dieter bravo headcanon

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lady-of-glass-and-bone · 3 years

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Songs & Characters Pedro Pascal

Lungs / Florence + The Machine

This is part 2 of whatever this is that I’m doing. Part 1 is here if you want to check it out. But basically I’m listening to whole albums and putting what Pedro character it reminds me of, with specific lyrics. Enjoy? Request some artist, albums, and characters if you want.

Lyrics and their characters below the cut!

Dog Days Are Over / Marcus Pike, Javier Peña, Pero Tovar

Marcus Pike / And I never wanted anything from you Except everything you had And what was left after that too, oh.

Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back Struck from a great height By someone who should know better than that

Javier Peña / Happiness, hit her like a train on a track Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back She hid around corners and she hid under beds She killed it with kisses and from it she fled With every bubble she sank with a drink And washed it away down the kitchen sink

Pero Tovar / Run fast for your mother and fast for your father Run for your children for your sisters and brothers Leave all your love and your loving behind you Can't carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over The dog days are done Can you hear the horses 'Cause here they come

Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) / Ezra and Din Djarin

Ezra / The looking glass, so shiny and new How quickly the glamour fades I start spinning, slipping out of time Was that the wrong pill to take? (Raise it up)

You made a deal, and now it seems you have to offer up But will it ever be enough? (Raise it up, raise it up) It's not enough (Raise it up, raise it up)

Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl Frozen in the headlights It seems I've made the final sacrifice

Din Djarin / This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight

I look around, but I can't find you (raise it up) If only I could see your face (raise it up) Instead of rushing towards the skyline (raise it up) I wish that I could just be brave

I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice

I’m Not Calling You A Liar / Dave York and Max Phillips

Dave York / There's a ghost in my lungs and it sighs in my sleep Wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks Then it walks, then it walks with my legs To fall, to fall, to fall at your feet

There but for the grace of God go I And when you kiss me, I am happy enough to die

Max Phillips / I'm not calling you a liar Just don't lie to me I'm not calling you a thief Just don't steal from me I'm not calling you a ghost Just stop haunting me And I love you so much I'm gonna let you kill me

Kiss With A Fist / Dave York and Din Djarin

Dave York / My black eye casts no shadow Your red eye sees nothing Your slap don't stick Your kicks don't hit So we remain the same Love sticks Sweat drips Break the lock if it don't fit

A kick to the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better then none

Din Djarin / I broke your jaw once before I spilled your blood upon the floor You broke my leg in return So sit back and watch the bed burn Love sticks Sweat drips Break the lock if it don't fit

You hit me once I hit you back You gave a kick I gave a slap You smashed a plate over my head Then I set fire to our bed

Howl / Javier Peña and Max Phillips

Javier Peña / Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress Until I wrap myself inside your arms, I cannot rest The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground And howl

Max Phillips / If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to

Howl, howl Howl, howl

Girl With One Eye / Dave York

Dave York / I took a knife and cut out her eye I took it home and watched it wither and die Well, she's lucky that I didn't slip her a smile That's why she sleeps with one eye open But that's the price she'll pay

I said, hey, girl with one eye Get your filthy fingers out of my pie I said, hey, girl with one eye I'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry

I slipped my hand under her skirt I said don't worry, it's not gonna hurt Oh, my reputation's kinda clouded with dirt That's why you sleep with one eye open But that's the price you pay

Drumming Song / Oberyn Martell and Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels

Oberyn Martell / As I move my feet Towards your body I can hear this beat It fills my head up And gets louder and louder

It fills my head up And gets louder and louder

I go into the river And I dive straight in I pray that the water Will drown out the din

But as the water fills my mouth It couldn't wash the echoes out But as the water fills my mouth It couldn't wash the echoes out

It swallows the sound and swallows me whole Until there's nothing left inside my soul I'm empty as that beating drum But the sound has just begun

Whiskey / Louder than sirens Louder than bells Sweeter than heaven And hotter than hell

I ran to the tower When the church bells chime I hope that they Would clear my mind

They left a ringing In my ear That drum's still beating Loud and clear

There's a drumming noise inside my head it starts when you're around I swear that you could hear it it makes such an almighty sound

There's a drumming noise inside my head that throws me to the ground I swear that you should hear it it makes such an almighty sound

Between Two Lungs / Marcus Moreno, Frankie Morales, Din Djarin

Marcus Moreno / Between two lungs it was released The breath that carried me The sigh that blew me forward

'Cause it was trapped Trapped between two lungs It was trapped between two lungs It was trapped between two lungs

And my running feet could fly Each breath screaming "We are all too young to die"

Frankie Morales / Between two lungs it was released The breath that passed from you to me That flew between us as we slept That slipped from your mouth into mine It crept between two lungs It was released The breath that passed from you to me That flew between us as we slept That slipped from your mouth into mine It crept

Din Djarin / Now all the days of begging The days of theft No more gasping for a breath The air has filled me head-to-toe And I can see the ground far below I have this breath And I hold it tight And I keep it in my chest With all my might I pray to God this breath will last As it pushes past my lips As I gasp

Cosmic Love / Ezra, Javier Peña, Dave York

Ezra / And a falling star fell from your heart And landed in my eyes I screamed aloud, as it tore through them And now it's left me blind

Javier Peña / The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out You left me in the dark No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat I tried to find the sound But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness So darkness I became

Dave York / I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map And knew that somehow I could find my way back Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you

My Boy Builds Coffins / Frankie Morales and Javier Peña

Frankie Morales / My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs He can't carve a whistle 'cause he just doesn't care

My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor Kings and queens, they've all knocked on his door Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please

Javier Peña / My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day But it's not just for work and it isn't for play He's made one for himself, one for me too One of these days he'll make one for you For you, for you, for you

My boy builds coffins for better or worse Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse He fits them together in sunshine or rain Each one is unique, no two are the same

My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame That, when each one's been made, he can't see it again He crafts every one with love and with care Then it's thrown in the ground, it just isn't fair

Blinding / Pero Tovar, Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike

Pero Tovar / And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack And all around the world was waking, I never could go back 'Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open

Frankie Morales / Seems that I have been held in some dreaming state A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber Until I realize that it was you who held me under

Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids Shaking through my skull, through my spine And down through my ribs

Marcus Pike / No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl, so in love with the wrong world

Snow White is stitching up your circuit boards Synapse slipping through the hidden doors Snow White's stitching up the circuit board

Hurricane Drunk / Maxwell Lord, Javier Peña, Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels

Maxwell Lord / I'm going out, I'm going to drink myself to death And in the crowd, I see you with someone else I brace myself, because I know it's going to hurt But I like to think at least things can't get any worse

I hope that you see me, because I'm staring at you But when you look over, you look right through Then you lean and kiss her on the head And I never felt so alive, and so dead

Javier Peña / No walls, can keep me protected No sleep, nothing in between me and the rain And you can't save me now I'm in the grip of a hurricane I'm going to blow myself away

I'm going out, I'm going to drink myself to death And in the crowd, I see you with someone else I brace myself, because I know it's going to hurt But I like to think at least things can't get any worse

Whiskey / No home, I don't want shelter No calm, nothing to keep me from the storm And you can't hold me down Because I belong to the hurricane It's going to blow us all away

You’ve Got The Love / Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels, Ezra, Marcus Moreno

Ezra / Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air I know I can count on you Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care" But you've got the love I need to see me through

Whiskey / Time after time I think "Oh, Lord, what's the use?" Time after time I think it's just no good 'Cause sooner or later in life, the things you love you lose But you've got the love I need to see me through

You've got the love You've got the love

Marcus Moreno / Sometimes it seems that the going is just too rough And things go wrong no matter what I do Now and then it seems that life is just too much But you've got the love I need to see me through

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