#pedro pascal cupcake

[amyleepascal]

Happy National Bakery Day

[mushgloomz]

never been hornier over cupcakes in my life - happy birthday to ME <3

[nerdieforpedro]

Filthy Hooligans

Lucian Flores x female reader

This fanfiction and my entire blog is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Lucian Flores Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Showing up at Lucian's place at 3 am only means one thing. You both know it.

Warnings: Reader (nickname is cupcake) and Lucian are filthy, moisture, smoking, teasing, reference to public sex, exhibitionist behavior, fingering, 2 ass slaps (I think), unprotected P in V (wrap it people!), finger sucking

Notes: I came home from work last night. Fully intended to work on like 4 other WIPs I have. Fell asleep in my chair after eating something in my scrubs, woke up at 3 am. Wrote this, sent it to @musings-of-a-rose to read to over. And here were are. I hope I got the scuzz right. 👀

“I didn’t realize you were full of such bullshit Flores.”

“You’re not going to take that tone with me. I’m telling you not to come here anymore.”

“Is that why you opened the door for me, because I shouldn’t come here anymore?”

It’s your damn mouth. You always have something to say, you can never just accept an answer. Always questioning, always saying something. He needs you to understand that he isn’t saying this because he wants to. Any man in their right mind would enjoy a visit from you at 3 a.m. in nothing but a crimson silk nightgown, black kitten heels and that long black peacoat he remembered buying for you even though you said it was too much. Things are a little too heated right now, he needs to lay low and not have people coming to and from except family, which you care clearly not. Everything about you is loud, which he enjoys. Immensely, finds it entertaining, but not now. 

“I opened the door because I can’t have you causing a scene in my building. I don’t need this shit right now.” Flores is barefoot and pacing. The door man knows you downstairs, he’s one of his people who knows you visit usually at night several times a week. He shouldn’t have let you in, Lucian doesn't remember off hand if he told him or not. He needs to follow up on that later. 

He always has a slight sheen to him, no matter if it’s cold or warm or he’s actually inside. Hair lightly damp around the edges but still curly on top. His small soft belly jiggles over the top of his gray sweatpants he normally sleeps in. A hand at his temple, massaging it, while his other one holds his cigarette, half ash and falling onto the floor. He’s aware that this isn’t his usual calm, collected and suave self. 

“Seems like you need my mouth after all Lucian.” You’re starting your game. Calling his name like that, kicking off your heels, running your cool hands across his heated back. It feels too good. He stops pacing for a moment. “Lu, please. I’ll take care of you and then go.” The idea floats in his mind. To let you do it, have that hot moist mouth of yours, he can lay his head against the back of his couch and not worry about anything while you work. Kissing, sucking, licking, smearing, worshiping at the altar he has between his legs. “Lu-cian~ Lu baby…” Your voice is deepening raspy, lips on the back of his neck, fingers tracing the gold chain that has become his signature over the years. Once he feels your tongue where his hairline starts, he turns to grab your wrists, not too hard, but so you’ll stop. 

“You damn siren! Just fucking listen. You. Need. To. Go. Do not come back until I call for you. I mean it cupcake.” Releasing you he curses. This is not what he needs right not, to be worrying about you. Flores needs to be focused on a plan to get out of the mess, find where the leak is. One of the boys messed up, he needed to know which one. He expects to hear you storm out, welcomes it because then he can focus. 

“Lucy~” Dammit, he hates when you call him that. It pisses him off, you know it does. He can’t engage. He’ll fall for the trick you’re trying to pull on him. Sticking his cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table, he goes over to his kitchen and gets a drink of water, gulping it down. Trickles of it slide down his neck, he knows it’s hitting the vein you like to nibble and suck on when you ride him. He’s been half-swollen since you banged on his door. He knew what you came here for, the same thing you’d been coming for the last three months. Lucian doesn’t expect your next move though, to have your silk, up around your waist, you on your knees facing the back of the couch and opening yourself for him. “Lucian, fill me once. Once and I’ll go.” His hands hold tight onto the sides of his marble kitchen island. Watching you. You’re just as bad as he is. 

The two of you have been like this since the Burger King parking lot in your car. You’d pulled him in, got on top of him, rode him, told him you liked his gold chain and used a marker you found in your glove box to write your number on his arm. Well you tried to, he was too sweaty once you two finished so that was a good laugh. There was a speed warning ticket that you tore in half and you both exchanged numbers. You were sure your phone was somewhere in your car. He was going to meet his guys to check in and see how collections were going, you said you were going to pick your mother up and take her to the grocery store. Filth to match his grime. Different locations, indoors and outdoors. At times, ripped and stained clothing was all you two parted with. His sweat on your body, lipstick on his chest and neck. Sometimes he wouldn’t wipe it off before he went to his next stop, showing off what he’d been up to.

Flores took his time in walking over to you, watching you wiggle your ass for him. When he was behind you, he spread your thighs wider and inserted two fingers in your dripping cunt, curling them to have you call his name louder. “They slid right the hell in didn’t they? Only been two days since I was last in this pussy. You already want it filled again, don’t you cupcake?” You look over your shoulder and whine, he uses his free hands to swat your ass. 

“Hell yes Lucian. I want to leave dripping again.” You grind on his fingers, making him start to pump into you slowly. “Give me your thick cock and stain me again.” A single kiss to the back of your neck is all that Lucian gives you before removing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. He feels you spread, groaning from finally having what you want. His hands take hold of your hips but doesn’t move yet.

“I mean it cupcake. You don’t show up here again without me calling you.” He feels you pushing your hips back and he pinches your hips making you yelp. “Do. You. Understand. Me?” His grip starts to loosen and you feel him pulling out of you.

“Yes! Yes Lucian I understand. Damn. I won’t be here unless you call.” Said almost too quickly to understand, Flores chuckles before making his hips flush with yours, bottoming out within you.

“You’ll only listen with my cock inside of you, it figures, cupcake.” The growl Lucian releases as his pace quickens, has your thighs dripping with your slick and his pre-cum. You’re slumped over the back of the couch, writhing your hips in tune with his. Flores has an idea and takes your elbows in his hands instead of your hips, pounding that much harder into you. 

“I’ll listen to whatever you say with this cock of your Lucian,” Your head hands toward your chest, your moans are turning into squeals. He muttered soft curses in between his grunts, releasing one of your arms, placing his hand on your chest, then sliding it up to your neck. 

“Will you now? My dirty cupcake, suck my fingers. Maybe I jerked off before you got here.” He commanded. His palm was now on your chin as he inserted three fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. He felt your walls starting to quiver and knew with his throbs he wasn’t too far off either. With several haphazard thrusts, Lucian gave you your filling as requested. It warmed you from the inside, churned inside of you. The loss was felt when he pulled out this time, removing his fingers from your mouth and pulling his sweatpants back up. He saw you close your legs and stagger when standing up, he debated helping you, assisting you with your shoes, but not your coat. Before you closed it, trickles of his come were visible on your thighs. He smirked. 

You wobbled a bit but found your footing on the way to the door. “Don’t wait too long to call Flores. I may have to get some other filling if you’re going to holed up here.” The way you smiled told him that you actually would seek out a replacement for him. The corners of his mouth turned downward.

“You see if they’ll make you wobble like that. I doubt they will cupcake. You’ll be missing this dick. If you don’t answer, there’s plenty of pussy out here.” Lucian took his pack out of his pocket and lighter, firing up another cigarette. The small flame glowed against the visible sheen of his skin and his gold chain that you’ve never seen him without. His lips around the stick making a small ‘o’ as he inhaled, holding it in before his released the smoke from his nostrils, tilting his chin up.

“I’ll probably have to try a few before I find another good fit. And I don’t know what other woman you’d be able to find that can get wet enough to handle you. See you Lu~” He watched you walk out the door and down the hallway to the elevator. You blew him a kiss and he nodded before stepping back into his apartment and plopping down on the couch. He took a long drag of his cigarette and sighed, exhaling the smoke again. He’d need to figure out the leak sooner rather than later, he’s not willing to have blue balls over this shit.

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[cupcakeinat0r]

Y’all ever see an edit/fanart so fine that you drop your jaw n put your hand over ur mouth but like in slow motion ?? Or is that just me??

[something-tofightfor]

First: THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS. I already told you this last night over text but it means so much that you took the time to create this for me - and give me such a warm and cuddly and perfect birthday gift in Frankie Morales and his Broad Ass Shoulders. You're the best.

Birthday office celebrations are always really awkward - but this one actually seemed very laid back and thoughtful. It's especially nice to be appreciated and celebrated after only a couple weeks of getting to know people, so I'm sure Reader feels a lot better about the new position and her new coworkers after this. (her coworkers sound great; I would love to meet them) And cupcakes are always a mood-improver, so good on them for bringing those in.

Spending a January birthday in Florida sounds wonderful right now (especially with these -25 windchills right now) but it's understandable that she's feeling homesick for her first major holiday away from her old life.

Kevin sounds like he sucks, so good riddance. And the City Planning guy also sounds awful, so at least there's a backup person on the phone call to make it less terrible.

Gloria seems like a lot of fun, and I feel like this is the perfect way to jump into an out of office friendship - especially if the night goes well. (And with Benny and the others involved, I'm certain it will.)

But feeling left out of an already established friend group's outing is a real fear, and even though there's no pressure ... it's still a lot. Enter Francisco.

He's so ... Frankie in this first paragraph it hurts. The hair and the hat and the "I'm not trying to impress anyone" attitude (even though he'd be impressive even if he showed up unshowered and rumpled and with 10 days facial hair growth) are so spot on - as is the banter between him and Pope and Yova.

43, hmm? OK. I can work with that. It sounds like a lot of things are going well and going right for him, and that makes me happy. They've all had a rough go after South America, so to have everything starting to fall into place has to be a relief. (I'd say RIP Tom, but ...) It's interesting to me that he immediately sees Reader - even though he's not looking for anyone or anything. And it's even more interesting that his first reaction is "I want to know her" - because that's at odds with what he's just told himself in the truck and on the walk into the bar.

Will and Frankie going back and forth makes me so happy. In fact, all of them together makes me smile, because ... listen, let me be real: their group dynamic without Tom is so much better.

Annnnnnnd it takes him all of about fifteen seconds after he sits to ask about Reader. Subtle, Frankie. Real subtle. And Gloria knows what's up, feeding him just the right amount of information and upping the interest. Perfect. Gold star.

His curiosity is really nice, too; like "why did this woman not have birthday plans? that's odd." being his first thought is very telling.

Reader's also not being too subtle about her attraction to him, and I like that. I like that it tells them both where they stand, and gives them a starting point - for whenever they actually speak for the first time. (Also, Yovanna I want to know what you said, too. Probably something like "see? He's staring right back.")

Selective hearing would probably come in handy around these guys at times.

Pope with the hockey tickets and Yovanna immediately humbling him made me laugh out loud. And here we go.

Him standing to introduce himself- yes. Him immediately telling her to call him Frankie - YES. Him getting her a chair... HELL YES.

He is handsome. So damn handsome. This is a good start.

This first hour and half is really telling; she inserts herself into the core group, she follows along with the conversation, and she keeps his attention, even when it's interrupted. That's got to make her feel so good about herself (it sure made me smile while reading it). And him wanting to know more, deepening the conversation more than just bare bones talk over beers dwslikfjslfklkalf fuck he's perfect. This is supposed to be his birthday celebration, and he's focusing on someone else. I love it.

Him giving her restaurant suggestions feels really right too. But I'm very distracted by that shirt and those shoulders and the man himself and I just ... Yes, Yovanna and Gloria. You were right but you don't need to gloat.

I can hear Yovanna's "I told you" in my head, and love that she immediately reassures Reader that Frankie isn't just a hookup type of guy - and that his interest is genuine. (Yovanna and Pope are sickeningly cute but I love it). And it's clear that Reader gets along with the group, so I doubt that Yovanna would be encouraging her to go for it if she thought it would end in disaster.

The hand - chair - shoulder move .... fuck. Fuck him he's slick. It's the perfect way to show definite interest without being overbearing, and if it's not reciprocated? It's just a casual gesture that he could have done to anyone at the table.

If he looked at me like that or his eyes dropped or his breath caught I'd be done for right then and there. Just kiss me in front of all of these people, Frankie, I do not care.

LATE NIGHT SUSHI DATE WITH FRANKIE MORALES?!!??!? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP.

They're matching each other's energy here, and it works really well. One upping each other with the invites and interest is a surefire way to keep things moving forward - and even though it's a surprising turn of events, it's a welcome one.

He is BOLD - but I really appreciate that he tells her exactly how he sees (and wants) the night to go. He can kiss frosting off of me any goddamn time he wants to. Him giving her his full and undivided attention while talking about how the bar-time part of the night is over would make me MELT. Fuck.

And I like that since Benny picked her up, Frankie's taking her home - which gives them more time to talk and more time to flirt and more time to get to know each other between the bar and the sushi - and then after. I hope they stay up all night talking (and doing other things). I hope that they find out that they have a lot in common. I hope that they continue to date and that they all become friends and Frankie's confidence continues to grow and Reader realizes that moving to Florida was a good decision.

This was such a treat, Alyssa. You always characterize everyone perfectly IMO, and it's so fun to read and see what you do with these characters and situations. Frankie is one of my absolute favorites and I loved everything about this. He was the perfect way to warm up on a frigid night - and the IDEAL birthday gift. You're the best and I am so lucky to know you.

Unbirthday

A/N: Although I am now two entire weeks late (I am the actual worst) this was written as a birthday gift for @something-tofightfor, because she is the fucking best and I love her guts. Rachael, I hope you enjoy this silly little story. Since Frankie Morales is apparently a "fictional character" and isn't "real" I couldn't wrap him up and send him to you, so this was the best I could do. Sorry it became an unbirthday gift - but it sort of works with the story that way. Anywho, here's hoping that this trip around the sun is a GOOD one!

And if it's your unbirthday today, happy unbirthday to you, too!

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: alcohol, and Frankie's shoulders and back making a shirt work very hard.

Summary: Spending your birthday in a brand new city goes from zero to sixty thanks to a co-worker who is determined to become a friend... and thanks to the breathtakingly handsome guy she introduces you to.

You had only been at your new job for a few weeks when your birthday rolled around, so when you walked into your office and flicked the lights on that morning, you were shocked to find a balloon tied to your chair and a white bakery box holding an assortment of cupcakes atop your desk. 

What? Who did th-

“Surprise!” 

You spun around to see a handful of your co-workers gathered in the doorway behind you, bright smiles on their faces as they wished you a happy birthday. 

“Oh, shit!” You let out a laugh as your hand came up to cover your mouth, prompting more laughs from the others. 

This is so nice, I wasn’t... Despite the fact that on your very first day at the firm, the office had been celebrating someone else’s birthday, you hadn’t expected anything for yours. Because I’m still brand new here, they hardly know me. You got along well almost immediately with the people you worked with, which was fantastic. Still, the fact that they embraced you quickly enough that they would want to do something for your birthday came as a genuine surprise that gave you a small rush of warmth. 

Not that you needed it. January in Tampa was certainly not January in the midwest. You hadn’t felt a chill since you took the transfer, a fact that you made sure to text your shivering friends back home every few days. But even though it was a balmy 68°F and you were wearing short sleeves under your light sweater, the added warmth of your colleagues’ kindness was more than welcome.  

Dropping your hand, you beamed at the group which had grown by two more associates from the interior architecture department down the hall, Mel and Casey. “Thank you all so much! You guys really didn’t have to do anything at all. I-” 

“Oh, stuff it, of course we did!” Gloria, whose office shared a glass partition with yours and with whom you traded exaggerated expressions while on client calls, stepped forward and threw her arms around you. “You’re the best transfer this office has ever had, we lucked out when we got you! Of course we’re going to celebrate your birthday.” 

You chuckled, giving her a quick, loose hug in return. “Gloria, did you do this? Also, weren’t you a transfer from the New York office?” 

“I was. Like I said,” she released you and stepped back, grinning. “You’re the best transfer we’ve had. Happy birthday, Ohio.” 

The rest of the group called out individual well-wishes before filing back to their own offices and cubicles, leaving just you and Gloria.

“Thank you,” you said again, reaching out to quickly squeeze her arm. “It really means a lot to me.” You sighed, finally putting down your bag and shrugging off your sweater. “I’ve been loving living down here, but the past few days, I don’t know, I guess I’ve been a little homesick. I don’t usually do a ton for my birthday, but this is the first one where I won’t see any of my family or my friends from back home so…” You gestured to the bakery box sitting next to your keyboard. “This was just really nice of you.” 

“You’re welcome.” She scrunched her nose. “Thanks for being ten thousand times better to work with than that dipshit you replaced, Kevin.” 

You snorted. Though you’d never had the displeasure of meeting the notorious Kevin, you’d heard enough about him to know that his presence in the office was definitely not missed. “No problem, though from what I understand it’s a very low bar.” 

“Which you leap over with the ease and grace of a…” She circled her hand through the air. “A… Oh, I don’t know, whatever the hell leaps gracefully. I’m a landscape architect, not a poet.” 

That made you laugh again. “Speaking of which,” you pointed at your computer screen. “Are you ready for that conference call with the city planner? J.R. approved our designs, so-” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she cut you off, nodding. “All set. Designs for the new park. Not looking forward to dealing with Sweetheart McGee, but-” You rolled your eyes as she used the nickname you’d given to one of the men you’d been working with from the city planner’s office who called the to of you “sweetheart” every time you’d spoken to him. “But it should be a smooth call. More importantly, though-” 

You had a sneaking suspicion that whatever was coming next wasn’t, in fact, more important than the biggest project that the landscape department had in house at the moment. Gloria had a tendency to use the phrase “More importantly, though…” to segue into a conversation about whether or not you wanted to get coffee delivered or which shoes you thought she should wear to her cousin’s wedding or if you thought Greg from IT was cute or not because she could totally set you up with him if you did.

And you were proven right as she finished her sentence. 

“Do you have plans tonight?” 

Shrugging, you shook your head. “Nah. I’ll probably just order in and finally finish unpacking the last of my stuff from the move. There’s a sushi place around the corner from me that I’ve been meaning to try, so… Why are you looking at me like that?” 

The way she was looking at you was a mix of the way you might look at the last puppy in the window at the pet store, combined with the confusion one might display while trying to solve an extremely advanced math equation. 

“Because you cannot just go home and eat sushi by yourself on your birthday.” She held up her hand then, face returning to a neutral expression. “Unless that’s actually what you want to do. And if it is, I won’t judge.” But? “Buuuuut.” She pressed her lips together. “If you want to get out and do something fun? 

You cocked your head to the side. Maybe. There was no harm in seeing what she had in mind. If it wasn’t your speed you still had your backup plan. And I should really get that shit unpacked, but… It doesn’t have to be tonight. “What are you suggesting?”

Gloria’s eyes lit up as you asked, her smile widening. “Well, Benny’s… You met my boyfriend, Benny, last week when he picked me up, remember?” You did, so you nodded. “It’s actually one of his and his brother’s friends’ birthday today, too, or, it was yesterday, but they’re going out tonight because one of them was working last night I think? I don’t know. My point is, it’s just going to be a casual thing down at Duffy’s, and if you want to join, you absolutely should.”

You were about to decline when you asked yourself why you shouldn’t go. 

First of all, you seemed to be on the fast track for an out of office friendship with Gloria. The two of you clicked right away, and though you’d only spent time with her out of work once, you could easily see it happening more and more. And I want that. You had solid friendships back home and scattered far and wide, and those people meant the world to you. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to form a few friendships in your new home, too. 

There was also the fact that the bar she’d mentioned, Duffy’s, was only a few miles from your place. It was actually where you and your sister went for drinks after she helped you move the last of your things into your condo. She’d driven down with you to keep you company on the trip, then taken a flight back home. But before she did, the two of you spent a day exploring your new neighborhood and ended up at Duffy’s. Though you were excited about your new job and the new start in a new place, you were still a little unsure if you’d made the right decision. But when you walked into the well-loved and weathered beach bar that night, something told you that everything was going to work out just as it should. 

And if for some reason that harmonious feeling you got upon entering Duffy’s was a one time thing, you could leave and be home in under eight minutes. And tomorrow’s Saturday, so… Fuck it. 

“You know what?” You nodded, a grin curving up your cheek. “That sounds great, Gloria.” 

She let out a small gasp and clapped her palms together once. “You’ll come?” 

“Yeah.” You nodded again, your grin growing into a full blown smile. “What time?” 

 “Ah! I’m so happy!” She genuinely was, and it made you feel good to know that she was looking forward to getting to know you outside of work. “I think Benny said nine, but I’ll ask him to be sure and then get back to you.” She clapped her hands together again and sucked in a breath as though something just occurred to her. “Oh! And you’ll get to meet Yovanna! I told you about her I think? Anyway, she’s dating Santi, one of the guys in the group. She’s great, you’ll like her.” Gloria chuckled. “And she’ll like you, too.” 

“I hope so!” And if not or if it’s awkward because they’re friends and I’m new… I can just go. 

“No, she will, trust me.” Gloria furrowed her brow and nodded. “You two are actually pretty similar.” She smirked. “You don’t take shit and neither does she.” The slightest hint of mischief sparkled in her eyes as another thing dawned on her. “Wait, two of the guys are very single right now and one of them-” You were trying to stop her right there because you weren’t looking for a setup, but she didn’t let you, simply speaking just a touch louder so all you could do was laugh. “One of them is Benny’s brother, and the other is-” 

You finally got her to stop by waving your arms and forming them into an X shape, still laughing. “Gloria. Stop. I’ll come out because it sounds fun. But I’m not looking for a matchmaker.” 

She held up her hands in surrender, a sheepish smile in place. “Fine. I’m just trying to give you all the information ahead of time.” She winked. “Just in case.” 

“Okay.” You winked back, giving her a thumbs up. “Consider me briefed.” 

Before Gloria could say anything else, Mel’s voice came through the speaker on your desk phone, saying your name. You pressed the button that let you respond. “What’s up, Mel?” 

“Brandon Grant from the city planner’s office is on line one for the conference call with you and Gloria.” From across the room you heard Gloria groan, then looked up to watch her mouth “Sweetheart McGee already?” with a sickly frown on her face, and you had to close your eyes and cover your mouth so you wouldn’t snort into the speaker. “Can I put him through?” 

You cleared your throat and shot Gloria a look. “Can you just give me one minute before you put him on? Tell him I’m on the other line, just so I can log in and get the project files open and get situated.” 

“No problem,” Mel answered. “He’s early, anyway. Just buzz me back when you’re ready.” 

Thanking Mel, you clicked the button to end the call and then let your hands fall against your lap as you faced Gloria. “Alright, you ready to get this over with?” 

“We are really going to deserve those drinks after dealing with this guy.” She sighed, then headed for the door, only to appear a second later on the other side of the glass wall. She sat at her desk and started up her computer, then looked over at you and nodded once. 

You buzzed Mel back and then you were on the line with Brandon Grant, the man stepping right into his nickname upon greeting. 

“Good morning, sweetheart, how you doing today?” 

You cringed, forcing a smile into your voice as you answered. “Oh, you know! Another day in paradise! Are you ready to go over the landscape designs for the new park?” 

For the next hour you and Gloria took Brandon through the possible layouts, explaining why certain plants and elements were chosen, and answering all of his questions while simultaneously keeping a count of how many times he referred to either of you as “sweetheart”. By the time you hung up, the count had reached twelve and he’d thrown in a “hun” as a bonus. 

We definitely deserve those drinks tonight.

But even though he was a pain in the ass to deal with, Sweetheart McGee has chosen one of the three designs you’d proposed, and as long as it was approved by the city council, it would be your first project to move into construction since switching locations. Which is pretty cool. 

You sighed, leaning back in your desk chair as you peeled the paper off of one of the cupcakes from the box your co-workers had left you, reading over your calendar to see what was next on your schedule. Taking a bite, you hummed in satisfaction. Damn, that’s good. 

It was only ten in the morning, but it was already proving to be a better birthday than you hoped for. As much as you tried to focus on work for the rest of the day, you couldn’t help but feel excitement about the prospect of going out later that night. 

Because… It means I could really have a life here. Not just a job. Friends and good times and… You really didn’t want Gloria to try to set you up with anyone. But if it happened naturally? 

Well, if that were the case, you’d be open to anything. 

Sometime after your lunch break, Gloria heard back from Benny and confirmed the time with you, the woman insisting that you let them pick you up despite your protests about how close the bar was to your place. 

“You really don’t have to do that,” You tried one last time. “I don’t mind driving myself, and I don’t want to intrude on your date night or anything.” 

Gloria waved you off and clicked her tongue. “It’s not date night, it’s birthday drinks with friends. I promise you Benny doesn’t mind, and I definitely don’t.” 

Oh, what the hell? It was clear that Gloria was trying to make sure that you felt included, even though you wouldn’t know anyone there aside from her and her boyfriend, whom you’d only exchanged a few words with. You appreciated how welcoming and inviting she was, and knew that she meant well, having been new to the area herself only a year earlier. I can still call an Uber if I have to leave early, and that way I don’t have to worry about having more than two drinks. 

“Okay,” you said, finally giving in with a sigh full of faux exasperation that turned into a laugh. “You win!” You told her that you would text her your address, and then Mel was calling you through the intercom, letting you know that another of your clients was waiting on line one. 

“And I have Annie Fulton from Florida Polytechnic on line two for Gloria,” Mel added. “So if you could tell her to leave you alone and get back to her own desk that would be swell.”

Snorting out a laugh, you looked over at the co-worker who was quickly becoming a friend, only to find that she was laughing, too. “Well,” you said, “You heard Mel. Get out of here.” 

“Alright, alright, I’m going.” She backed out the door, calling out one last thing before she was visible on the other side of the glass wall again. “Can’t wait for later!” 

As you prepped the files for your next call, you realized that you couldn’t wait for later, either.

– – – 

Pope and Yovanna were just getting out of their car when Frankie turned into the lot at Duffy’s, his truck’s headlights sweeping across the other parked cars to reveal that both Millers, as well as a few guys he worked with down at the airfield, were already inside. 

Gang’s all here, I guess. 

He pulled into the spot next to Pope, the other man waving at him through the windshield, his free arm wrapped around Yovanna’s waist. She waved, too, giving him a smile that brightened her whole face. Turning off the ignition, he waved in return, then glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror, removing his hat and smoothing his hair down before yanking it back down over his curls. 

Good enough. Not trying to impress anyone anyway. 

As soon as he opened his door, he was greeted by Pope’s voice. “Ahí está el viejo!” 

Before Frankie could respond, Yovanna smacked Santi on the arm. “And who are you calling old, hmm? Estás pisándole sus talones.” Frankie laughed at that, reaching past Pope to give Yovanna a hug first. “Happy Birthday, Francisco,” she said, kissing him on the cheek and giving him a squeeze. 

“Thank you,” he replied, grinning at her as they separated. He turned to face his friend then, giving him a nod. “And she’s right, pendejo. You’re catching up. If I’m old, what does that make you?” 

“Still younger than you,” Pope responded with a chuckle, slapping Frankie’s back before slinging an arm around him. 

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” Frankie rolled his eyes. “C’mon, let’s get inside before Benjamin comes looking for us.” 

The night out was happening at Benny’s insistence. Up until two days earlier, Frankie had no birthday plans and he had been just fine with that. Forty three wasn’t exactly a major milestone. And with the way things had only just started to really settle following their return from South America - the reinstatement of his pilot’s license, the finalization of his divorce, getting shared custody of his daughter - he hadn’t had time to think about smaller, more trivial things. Least of all, celebrating his own forty third birthday. 

But Benny claimed that a new beginning at the end of the shitstorm was the perfect time to celebrate. 

Which Frankie thought sounded a little like one of Will’s speeches blended with Benny’s optimism and garnished with a twist of Pope’s persuasiveness, but at the same time, he kind of saw the point that his friend was trying to make. 

It’s less about my birthday and more about… He swallowed, flexing his right hand and then loosening it and letting it fall to his side. More about everything that comes after. 

The after. That was something that Frankie could readily celebrate. The fact that he, that all four of them, had survived the biggest mistake that any of them had ever made and could still fill their lives with good things, big and small. That was something he could drink to. 

Besides, it’s not actually my birthday today. It was yesterday. 

That didn’t stop Benny from letting the whole bar think otherwise. 

“Hey! Happy Birthday, Fish!” The younger of the Miller brothers exclaimed as Frankie, Pope and Yovanna stepped inside. He raised both arms, a full pitcher in one hand and a stack of empty glasses in the other. Behind him, Frankie saw Will stand from a table where he had been sitting with Gloria before making his way over to say hello as Yovanna made her way over to take Will’s place at the table. But who is that other woman? 

You turned then, laughing at something that Gloria had said. And even though he could only see half of your face from the angle of where you were sitting, he felt an instant attraction at the way that laugh brightened your eyes. I don’t know who she is, but I want to. 

“There he is,” Will said, clapping him on the shoulder with a grin. “Happy birthday, Morales. What are you now, sixty? Sixty five?” 

“Cool it, Ironhead, I’m only three years older than you.” Frankie responded, feigning offense and shrugging Will’s hand away. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Will laughed as Benny passed a full beer to Frankie. “We’re all on our way to the old folks home.” 

“Speak for yourselves,” the younger man interjected, filling and passing a glass to Pope, too. “Gloria and I are still thriving in our thirties, so-” 

“So that means you’re paying for drinks?” Pope chimed in through a smirk as he gripped his glass. “Wow. How generous of you, Benny.” 

Benny rolled his eyes. “Ha, ha.” Setting the pitcher down, he raised his own glass and the other three followed suit. “To Frankie. Cheers to being another year wiser than these wiseasses.” He cocked his head in Will and Pope’s direction. 

“Now hold on a minute, Ben, I-” 

But Frankie didn’t let Pope get the rest of his protest out before clinking his glass to the three that were waiting. “No, I think that was a perfect toast. Thanks, Benny.” He took a swig of his drink, and even though he hadn’t really wanted to come out, he was already glad that he had. Nights out with the guys weren’t rare occasions, not by a long shot. But he was still grateful that he got to have them. And tonight’s just getting started. 

Yuri and Ed from the airfield filed over then to wish Frankie a happy birthday, followed by a few other friends and acquaintances that Benny and Will had spread the word to. After about an hour of mingling, he finally made his way over to the table where the rest of the group was sitting, dropping into a seat next to Gloria. 

“Happy birthday, Frankie!” She spoke over the music and chatter as she leaned over to give him a loose hug. 

“Thank you, Glo.” He smiled at her as he pulled back. “It’s nice to see you, thanks for coming out.” 

She waved a hand as she reached for the handle of the pitcher, Benny scooching it towards her without breaking from the conversation he was having with Will and Pope. “Of course! Wouldn’t miss it.” She poured herself a half glass of beer, then wordlessly asked if he wanted a refill, too. 

Nodding, he held his glass in place. “Thanks,” he murmured, looking over his shoulder as she topped him off. “Hey who did I see you talking to before?” And where is she now?

A mischievous grin stretched across her lips as she looked up at him and set the pitcher on the table. What is that look for? “A friend from work,” she responded, telling him your name. “A single friend,” she added.

Frankie huffed out a short laugh. “I’m not- I didn’t-” 

“I know you didn’t.” Gloria winked at him. “I just want you to have all the information,” she added, knocking the rim of her glass to his. 

“Well…” He raised his glass to his lips, smiling behind it. Well… That’s good to know. “Okay.” 

“Oh! And it’s her birthday, too, so I invited her out.” 

What? And she didn’t have other plans? “Oh. Well, I’m glad you did,” he said, setting his drink on a cardboard coaster and letting his fingers slide down the chilled glass. “The more the merrier.” 

He looked up and in the direction of the restrooms just as you and Yovanna came through the hallway that led to them, and when he did, he locked eyes with you. Fuck, she’s beautiful. He felt his smile grow again at the sight of you, especially when he noticed your slight intake of breath as your eyes met his. He watched Yovanna say something into your ear that made you cover your face and laugh, and then she raised her hand to wave at him. 

I wonder what she said to her. He raised one eyebrow along with his hand as you dropped yours from your face. The remnants of your laughter were still written all over your cheeks and again he felt an undeniable pull, a desire to get to know you. Because I want to see that smile again. And I want to put it there. 

His thoughts were interrupted by Pope tapping the table in front of him. “Hey, ground control to Catfish.” Frankie blinked, turning his attention back to his friends. “You’re not going deaf on us, are you? I asked if you’re in.” 

Picking up an unused coaster, he flung it like a frisbee at Pope, who batted it down in one smooth motion. “Just selectively.” 

“Ha, ha.” Pope rolled his eyes. “So does that mean you don’t want to go to the Lightning game on Wednesday?” 

“The Lightning?” Frankie took a sip of his beer, eyebrows drawn together. “Since when are you a hockey fan? Do you even know anything about hockey?”

“Oh, believe me, he does not.” Yovanna laughed as she dropped into the booth bench next to Pope, her arm going around his shoulders so that her fingers could card through the hair that curled behind his ear. He turned to face her, both of them wearing ear to ear grins. “We watched the game last night and he had no clue what was going on the whole time.” 

“I didn’t,” he admitted, garnering snickers and snorts from both Miller brothers. “But I’m learning.” He shrugged. “The tickets are from work. We just signed a contract with Amalie Arena so I’ll get tickets a few times a year. So I figured why not broaden my horizons?” 

“It’s not the easiest game to understand right away, but if you give it a few games and actually pay attention, you’ll catch on.” Another voice joined the conversation then, and everyone turned towards where you stood at the edge of the table. “I have a friend who’s a big fan so I’ve watched a few games with her.” Giving a small shake of your head, you laughed. “I still don’t know all the rules. It’s a wild sport, but it’s fun.” 

“See?” Pope gestured at you with one hand. “I don’t have to know the rules to have fun.” 

“Oh, good.” Frankie placed his palm flat on the table. “So your short attention span should be just fine then.” His friend’s response was to flip him the bird, the rest of the table laughing before falling back into conversation as Frankie stood and faced you. “Hi, sorry I didn’t get to introduce myself yet. I’m Francisco.” He shook his head. “Frankie. Let me grab you a chair.”  

– – – 

You hadn’t even finished your first drink yet, so you knew the rush of warmth you felt in that moment had nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with Frankie’s slightly lopsided smile. 

Fuck, he’s handsome. He pulled a chair away from an empty table and plopped it next to his. And chivalrous. 

“Thank you.” You sat, returning his smile with one of your own, and telling him your name as Gloria slid your glass across the table from where you were sitting before to your new seat between Frankie and Yovanna. “And happy birthday.” You lifted your drink in his direction before taking a sip. “Thanks for letting me crash your plans.” 

“Thank you.” His grin spread wider, lifting his cheeks into his eyes. “Happy birthday to you, too.’ He tipped his drink so that he could clink the rim of his glass to yours. “And you’re welcome. I’m glad Gloria invited you.” 

Your eyes darted over just in time to see Gloria shoot you a wink over Frankie’s shoulder. “Yeah,” you said, still smiling, your heart beating just a blip faster. “Me too.” 

Over the next hour and a half that became even more true as you fell easily into conversation with the group. Gloria had been right about you and Yovanna clicking, and the guys were just as easy to get along with. Since there were other people there for Frankie’s birthday than just the seven seated at the table, he got up a few times to go spend some time with them, too, but each time he came back he returned his focus to you, either commenting on something that you were telling the others, or asking you questions if you weren’t part of the larger conversation happening. 

You told him about your job at the architecture firm, and about the transfer that brought you down to Tampa in the first place. Will and Benny chimed in when you talked about how different winter was where you were from, the Indiana born brothers claiming that they’d love to see Frankie or Santi shovel their way out of a Midwest blizzard. 

“Why?” Frankie grimaced. “That just sounds like it hurts.” 

You’d laughed at that, nodding. “It does. I love the snow and I don’t really mind shoveling but…” You sighed. “I won’t miss the whole body aches after doing it.” 

“Facts,” Gloria agreed, nodding sagely. “Shoveling snow is not fun or easy.”

“You lived in a co-op building in Queens, Glo,” Benny responded, tightening the arm he had around her and giving her a skeptical side eye. “You didn’t have to shovel anything.” 

“I did not,” she confirmed. “But I watched the snow removal guys and they definitely did not look like they were enjoying themselves.” 

Everyone laughed at that, and then the conversation branched in a different direction. But Frankie didn’t follow it, turning to you and circling back to your recent move. “So aside from the weather, are you liking it down here?”

Smiling, you nodded. “I am. I’m still getting my feet under me. Learning where things are and which take out spots are good and all that.” 

Frankie hummed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Try Tino’s on Gateway Boulevard if you like burritos,” he suggested. “And if you like sushi you should try Ginkaku on-” 

“-North Evans?” You asked the location at the same time that he said it, your eyes widening. What are the odds? “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to try there.” You chuckled under your breath. “I was actually going to stop there tonight on my way home from work, but then Gloria told me I couldn’t spend my birthday eating sushi alone, so…”

You trailed off as someone near the bar called over to Frankie, telling him that they had to get going. He twisted in his seat to respond, saying that he’d be over in a second, and you found yourself staring at the way the movement made the fabric of his shirt stretch over his broad back. Damn. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Gloria and Yovanna giving each other looks that you were fairly certain had to do with the way you were looking at Frankie, but you didn’t care because when he turned around again, his deep brown eyes locked with yours and nearly knocked you sideways. 

“Sorry, I just have to go say goodbye to a buddy of mine from work, and-” 

“No, don’t apologize! Of course.” You cocked your head towards the bar. “Go ahead, Frankie, I’ll be here when you get back.” 

He took a breath, then swallowed and nodded, eyes still on you as he stood from his seat. “Okay. I’ll be right back.” With that, he turned and headed over to the bar, and you were met with a view of his back again. 

Tearing your eyes away in an attempt to be more subtle about your attraction to a man you had met less than two hours ago, you cleared your throat and finished your drink. 

Your attempt was for naught, though, because even though Gloria was engaged in an intense conversation with Benny, Will and Santi, Yovanna was looking at you with a smirk. “I told you,” she said, one eyebrow raised as she lifted her drink to her lips. “I saw the way he looked at you before. He’s definitely interested.” 

I hope she’s right. Heat flooded your cheeks as the thought crossed your mind, and you knew you likely looked flustered, but you shook your head and let out a scoff. “I- He… Yovanna, I’m sure it’s just-” You shrugged. “A birthday hookup or-” 

Her head moved side to side then, her dark curls swinging from her ponytail. “No. That’s not Francisco.” She glanced over at Santi, the man throwing his head back in laughter and clapping Will on the shoulder, a warm smile that softened her sharp eyes on her face when she turned back to you. “The two of them are very much alike. They don’t waste their time on things that they don’t think will be around tomorrow.”

As though on cue, Santiago leaned over to press a kiss to Yovanna’s cheek. “You good?” He murmured the words against her skin before pulling away. She turned to nod, scrunching her nose. “We’ll get going soon, yeah?” She nodded again, the man dropping another kiss to the opposite cheek. “Okay.” 

He turned back to the others then, but you noticed that his hand stayed on her thigh as she returned her focus to you, saying your name. “I know that you just met me tonight, too, but you can trust me on this. Besides-” She tapped her phone and you looked down at the time on the screen. “Tonight is not really his birthday, and it’s almost not yours anymore, either. So it can’t just be a birthday hookup.” She widened her eyes and pressed her lips together, reaching for the pitcher in the middle of the table. “I’m going to have one more drink. Do you want one?” 

Before you could respond, you felt the weight of Frankie’s grip on the back of your chair as he lowered himself back into his own seat. But it was the trail of his fingertips across your shoulder as he withdrew his hand that made you suck in a breath and wonder if Yovanna was right. Realizing that you hadn’t answered her question, you blinked and nodded. “Um, sure. Just half a glass, though.” 

Because if she’s right? I definitely want to stay clear headed for whatever might happen. 

You thanked her as she poured for you, and then turned to Frankie, licking your lips as you smiled. “Did you catch your friend before they left?” 

“I did.” He said it with a nod, then tilted his head to the side. What? Narrowing his eyes, he opened his mouth to say something, then hesitated, taking a breath instead of speaking. What is he- But then he straightened his head again and you saw - and felt - his eyes flick to your lips and then back up. Oh, shit, he- “So you said that you were originally planning on checking out that sushi place tonight but Gloria said you couldn’t spend your birthday eating sushi alone, right?” 

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth and nodded. “Yeah.” And I’m glad I listened to her. 

He sighed then and you got the feeling that he was working himself up to say something. “Well,” he let out a sheepish laugh and reached up to grip the back of his neck, thick fingers nudging the edge of his hat. “That place is open ‘til 2 on the weekends. If you’re hungry, we could go grab a bite.” Wait, is he… Is he asking me out? He shrugged, dropping his hand and giving you the same lopsided grin he gave you when he introduced himself to you. “That way you won’t be going by yourself and-” 

You poked your tongue into the side of your cheek. “And technically by the time we get there it won’t even be my birthday anymore, so-” 

Frankie nodded, grin spreading. “So Gloria won’t have a leg to stand on.” 

A thousand tiny butterflies swarmed through your stomach at the thought of spending more time with Frankie one on one. Oh, I am so fucked. Taking a breath, you looked at him and what you saw only confirmed that thought. Frankie was the most attractive man you’d ever been this close to. And he’s asking me out. There was only one answer, as far as you were concerned. 

“That sounds great, Frankie.” You held up a finger. “On one condition.” He lifted an eyebrow in question, so you went on. “We take it back to my place to go, because I have a bunch of birthday cupcakes leftover from the office this morning, and-” 

He laughed, leaning in to rest his elbow on the table, getting close enough to say something that no one else would hear. “So you’re saying if I play my cards right, I might get to kiss frosting off your lips?” 

Oh, holy fucking shit, Frankie. 

You gasped then, Frankie pulling back to see the reaction on your face, the expression he was wearing one that you would remember for a long time. Finally, you cleared your throat and answered. “That is exactly what I’m saying, Francisco.” 

His eyes flashed when you used his full name, and with his next breath, though he was still looking at you, he addressed the rest of the table. “Hey guys, this has been fun, but I think it’s time to call it a night.” 

Within a few minutes the tab had been paid - Will, Benny and Santi insisting on splitting it between themselves - and goodbyes were said. But despite what Frankie had just said, you knew that your night was just getting started.

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a birthday built for you - pedro pascal.

requested! hope you like it, baby! - requested are open.

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You don’t expect much this year.

Your birthday always feels like it sneaks up on everyone—even you. Life’s busy, people forget, and that’s okay. You’ve never been the type to demand attention anyway. Still, a tiny part of you wonders if Pedro will remember.

He’s been working a lot lately, jumping between sets, Zoom meetings, and the gym. You’ve barely seen him all week except for sleepy goodnight FaceTimes and a few texts about how much he misses you.

So when your birthday rolls around, you wake up slow, letting sunlight paint soft gold across your sheets. No messages yet. No plans. Just a quiet day, and honestly, that’s fine.

You stretch, wander to the kitchen, and blink when you see something odd.

There’s a box on your counter.

Wrapped—messily, adorably—in brown kraft paper with doodles in black Sharpie: tiny suns, little stars, what looks suspiciously like his attempt at drawing the two of you stick-figure style holding hands.

There’s a note taped to the top:

Don’t scream. Just open it. I love you. — P

You laugh, already feeling your cheeks warm. You crack the tape and find… a key.

And beneath it, a second note.

Use this key. Wear something cozy. Open your door in 15 minutes. And don’t cry. Okay, cry a little. But only happy tears.

You blink. Heart thumping. You rush to your closet, throw on your favorite sweater and soft pants, and try not to imagine a million things at once. Your hands are shaking when the knock finally comes.

You open the door.

And Pedro’s there.

Grinning like a fool, holding a huge armful of flowers and a tiny chocolate cupcake with a single candle.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he says.

You do cry. Immediately.

He chuckles, stepping inside and setting everything down just to pull you into a hug—one of those full-body, wrap-around, can’t-breathe-from-smiling-so-much hugs. You melt into it, face buried in his chest, while he rocks you gently back and forth.

“I thought you were working today,” you sniffle.

“I was. But you were born today. Kinda important to me.”

You pull back to look at him, and his eyes are shining in that way they get when he’s holding back too many feelings.

“I wanted to make it special. For you. You always make everything feel like home. I wanted to do that for you just once.”

“Just once?” you tease, grinning through your tears.

He kisses your forehead. “Okay. Always.”

That’s only the beginning.

He makes you coffee—your favorite, exactly the way you like it—and insists you sit while he sets up everything in your living room.

He pulls out a huge blanket from his tote, spreads it across the floor, lights some candles, and sets out a full breakfast picnic. Homemade pancakes (okay, box mix, but the effort counts), fruit, orange juice, and a second cupcake.

“This is insane,” you say, laughing through your sniffles.

“I’m insane for you,” he replies, completely seriously.

You both sit cross-legged on the blanket, talking and eating and letting the morning slowly bloom into afternoon. He kisses your cheek between bites. He steals a piece of fruit off your plate with a sheepish smile. He keeps saying you look so beautiful every few minutes, like he can’t believe you’re real.

At some point, he rests back on his hands and watches you like he wants to memorize the way the sun hits your hair.

“You know what I was doing this time last year?” he asks.

“What?”

“Filming. Eating takeout. Sleeping alone. Wishing I had someone to share things with.”

Your breath catches.

“And now?” you whisper.

“Now I have you. And your birthday. And the chance to make someone I love feel as important as they are to me.”

You blink fast again.

“You’re really trying to win ‘best boyfriend ever,’ huh?”

He hums, leaning in, brushing your nose with his. “No, I already won. You picked me.”

You kiss him then. Soft, slow, careful—because he’s treating you like something delicate, and it makes your whole body feel warm.

And later, after you’ve curled up together on the couch under the same blanket, Pedro reaches into his jacket and pulls out one more note.

“I forgot one last part,” he says, smiling.

You unfold it. His handwriting is messy, but legible.

You’re my favorite wish the universe ever granted. I’m gonna spend forever saying thank you for you.

You look up, heart too full to speak.

He grins again. “Best birthday ever?”

You nod, leaning against him, safe and happy and whole.

“Best one,” you whisper. “Because of you.”

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Tastes of Home and Cake

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!baker!reader

Summary: You own a popular bakery frequented by celebrities, but when the Mid-Wilshire police station hires you for a luncheon, you go out of your way to make cakes, cupcakes, and favourites to make the day special.

Warnings: fluff, Tim bring grumpy toward everyone except his wife who makes him a softie

Word Count: 2.0k+ words

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“The cast of Rings of Power will be here at 10:00 tomorrow instead of 10:15, is that okay?” your assistant, Kasey, asks.

“Of course,” you respond as you spin a tart pan to remove an air bubble from the filling. “Did you hear back from the Scuderia Ferrari people?”

“Oh, yes. I fit Charles and Lewis in for a lunch and tasting five days before the Las Vegas Grand Prix in November of next year.”

“Perfect!”

You pass the tart to one of your bakery sous chefs before you follow Kasey out of the kitchen. The small dining area of your bakery is full, and the door has been closed and locked to give your clients a private meal.

“Good afternoon,” you greet after removing your apron and straightening your outfit. “It’s a pleasure you have you here, and I hope you enjoy everything.”

After several minutes of speaking to your customers and promising to fit them into your booked schedule when they finish filming in several months, you return to Kasey’s side.

“How do you keep your cool talking to celebrities every day?” she inquires. “I talk to their agents on the phone and get a little starstruck.”

“Well, he’s one of the nicest people on the planet,” you point out, referring to Pedro Pascal sitting behind you. “And, at the end of the day, they’re still people. Well-known and sometimes really mean, but they’re customers, just like the small population of Los Angeles that we serve for a few hours every morning.”

“Speaking of that, I need to get back to the people in the LA Times about the feature they want to do on the bakery. Do you want to do it?”

You stop by a tray of cookies and sigh. “I don’t know. Part of me says yes, but then the side that isn’t caught up in the business wonders if it’s worth it to get longer lines and higher wait times.”

“Did you talk to your super-secret boyfriend about it?”

“I did. He wasn’t much help, basically said to do what I thought was right. Just… tell them not right now. If they take that as a no, that’s fine.”

Kasey nods and jots a note in her always-present journal before she notices the whiteboard where you make plans for tastings and events.

“Is all of that for the LAPD luncheon you’re catering?” she inquires, wide-eyed at the quantity and quality of items. “You know they’re paying a flat rate, right?”

“Kasey, I’m going to tell you a secret,” you reply as you slip your apron over your head. “My ‘super-secret boyfriend’ that you constantly ask about… He’s a cop. And my husband.”

“That explains the Madagascan vanilla shortbread cookies,” she mumbles. “Wait, can I meet him?”

“Me first!” one of your regular celebrities yells from the dining area.

You roll your eyes in amusement and then begin working on the croissants for the sandwiches and the dulce de leche cake for Mid-Wilshire’s annual officer appreciation party.

“This is Officer Thorsen,” Kasey introduces as you exit your car at the police station.

“Aaron,” you greet, welcoming his hug.

“Please tell me the department sprung for my favourite,” he replies.

“I might have thrown in a few goodies.”

“You are the best. I was honestly surprised when I heard they’d chosen your bakery.”

You shake your head at Kasey to remind her not to say anything. To her surprise, they didn’t contract with you because your husband works here, just because of your reputation in Los Angeles. The people working in this station don’t even know you have a relationship with one of their own, so your expanded menu should appear to be a nice surprise, showing your appreciation for the brave men and women who keep you and your city safe.

“This is my watch commander, Wade Grey,” Aaron introduces.

“Nice to meet you,” you offer as you shake his hand.

“You, too. My wife has been wanting to visit your bakery, but we never seem to make it in time,” he replies.

“I’ve got some extras packed away in the van if you’d like to take her something. It’s the least I can do.”

“Baker to the stars… how do you like dealing with so many high profile people every day?”

“Most of them are great, just looking for a place to eat some carbs without the paparazzi. There are a few that I try not to have availability for, of course, but it’s the baking that I really love. My assistant handles most of the people side of things.”

“Well, we can’t thank you, and Kasey, of course, enough for fitting us into your schedule. We’ve been looking forward to it for a while.”

“Of course. I hope you don’t mind but I did throw in some free treats, just my way of saying thank you.”

“That’s incredibly kind of you. Let me know if you need any help setting up or finding anything.”

“Thank you, Sergeant Grey.”

After he returns to his duties, you try to let Aaron return to work, but he insists on helping you set up. Thirty minutes later, the bullpen has been turned into a space of food, appreciation, and more cakes and cupcakes than you remember making.

“I thought you said a few freebies?” Aaron murmurs. “Did you leave anything in the bakery?”

“I hope so. Ryan Reynolds will be a little disappointed if I didn’t,” you respond lightly. “I think I’m done here. Thanks for your help, Aaron.”

“Of course- I’m sorry, Ryan Reynolds?”

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

Someone gasps, and a moment later, Officer Chen runs up to Aaron’s side and smiles as she says your name.

“I watched the Food Network special on your bakery,” she exclaims. “I’ve never been more excited to eat in my life.”

“I hope you enjoy it,” you reply. “Thank you for all you do.”

“You might want to get food now, Lucy. It looks like a lot but it won’t last forever,” Aaron suggests.

“Precisely my plan,” Wade agrees as he exits his office. “It looks great.”

Standing back, you watch officers come in, chat with one another, and get plates of food and treats.

“That’s a lot of cake,” someone says behind you.

“It’s like you’re trying to set up the joke, Tim,” you respond without turning.

His fingers dance across your back before he moves to stand beside you.

“Too much?” you ask.

“No. I for one appreciate it. I’m glad my getting shot at equals roughly that much cake.”

You lean sideways to hit Tim with your shoulder, and he smiles as he rights himself. He moves away from you when he sees several officers walking toward you with cake and cookies on their plates.

“This is by far the most delicious cake I’ve ever had,” one says. “My mother-in-law is throwing me and my husband an anniversary party and if I have this cake, I’ll actually go.”

“She’s booked through spring of 2027,” Tim interjects. “So, unless you want to get on the waiting list for a tenth anniversary cake, it’s not gonna happen. Tell Mrs. Evers you can’t make it.”

“2027?” the woman beside her muses. “Good for you.”

“Thank you,” you answer. “You all have much more important jobs than me, though. Maybe my assistant can fit you in, so you don’t have to miss your own party.”

“See, Timothy? That’s what being nice gets you,” Angela taunts.

“Well, he’s actually the reason I even brought that cake,” you point out.

Angela cocks her head slightly, her fork halfway between her plate and her mouth as she looks from Tim back to you. The woman beside her, who you assume is Nyla Harper based on Tim’s detailed stories, watches you with similar interest.

“It’s not even my favourite,” Tim grumbles.

“Don’t start with me, Bradford.”

“You made me taste test a bunch of stuff last weekend and I told you it’s good but not Malibu Rum cake good. There is no Malibu Rum cake.”

“Tim, she brought way more than we expected,” Lucy says as she joins your small circle. “Be nice.”

Tim sees your smile and rolls his eyes. Kasey walks by, on the phone with assumably another agent, and passes you three small boxes.

“For you,” you tell Tim. “Though I’m not sure you deserve it now.”

He sees your writing on the corner above the clear plastic top, Malibu Rum <3, and tugs your belt loop to reach a plastic fork on the table behind you.

“Officer Chen, this is for you,” you say, passing her a box. “And this one is for Aaron, who-“

“I’m here. Don’t give it away,” Aaron says, seeming to appear out of nowhere to take the box of his favourite cake with a new cookie.

“Maybe I should get on your waiting list,” Angela muses as she finishes her slice of cake.

“You can jump the line,” you promise.

“What do I do to get Bradford’s taste testing position?” Nyla inquires. “Because if everything you make is a quarter as good as that Pumpkin Maple Biscotti cupcake was, I’ll do anything.”

“I think that privilege is limited to marriage,” you explain with a frown. “But next time I make an entire test batch, I’ll bring some by.”

Sergeant Grey stops behind the three silent women standing before you. They watch you, ignoring Tim as he enjoys his cake.

“So…” Angela begins before shaking her head.

“You bake for celebrities, and you’re married to Tim Bradford?” Lucy inquires.

“You turned down my proposals for him?” Aaron interjects, his brows furrowed together as he returns with a croissant sandwich (after his cake, you notice and make a mental note to tell his mom to watch his reaction).

“One, you proposed just because you like the way a caramel apple souffle tasted, and two, I was already married to Tim,” you reply. “Which seems to be very surprising for some reason.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when I said I wanted to hire her for this?” Wade asks Tim.

Tim shrugs and says, “I didn’t think she’d work you in regardless. Kasey and I told her to charge double.”

“Hypothetically,” Nyla begins, “if I invite you over for dinner and ask for your help, would you cook like this?”

“She wouldn’t help,” Tim answers. You elbow him gently and say, “Of course. It’s the only way I can cook, I think. I prefer baking though.”

“I have so many questions,” Angela murmurs.

“Me too,” Lucy agrees. “Like where’s the farthest place someone has come from to eat at your bakery? Are you allowed to say names?”

“Most of the time I can, after they’ve left, of course. And I think Chris Hemsworth coming from Australia was the farthest.”

“I can’t believe we didn’t know Tim was married,” Nyla points out.

“Yeah, yeah, you can ask questions later,” Tim interrupts.

“We can?” Lucy asks excitedly.

“You can ask, didn’t say I’d answer.”

Tim takes your hand and pulls you away from them, but you wave over your shoulder and thank them once more before you’re in the privacy of a hallway.

“I could fit Angela in,” you tell him.

“Don’t really care,” he admits – honest and blunt as ever – before he kisses you.

“You taste like cake,” you whisper as you pull back.

“What time will you be home tonight?”

“Probably before you. I’ve got an appointment at three and then I’m done. You?”

“Around six. I’ll bring dinner?”

“You’ve got a deal, Mr. Bradford.”

“And you want me to give Angela and Lucy your number,” he guesses, squeezing your waist playfully.

“Smart and handsome! Yes, please, oh and Nyla and Wade. I need to make sure his wife gets to come in, apparently she’s been trying.”

“Isn’t this Kasey’s job?”

“Kasey is mad that I didn’t tell her I was married, and you have to see them all the time. Be nice and help me out and I’ll bring more of the rum cake home.”

Tim kisses you once more before you leave the station to prepare for your next celebrity visit. His subsequent interrogation at the station makes him more eager to get home to you. When he finally walks in with your favourite takeout, welcomed by the smell of brown sugar and butter, Tim knows he’s home.

[andy-15-07]

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

You are having planning for Pedro birthday, you simply invite all friends and family together. Pedro came so surprise. He adores you so much for having good time. Spend time with lots of fun times. *fluffiness*

(Hope you will write it, thank you)

Celebrating You

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT:1441 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

It was a sunny Saturday, the kind of day that promised laughter and memories. You had been planning Pedro Pascal’s surprise birthday party for weeks,a secret mission that involved invitations, cake tastings, and coordinating with friends and family. As the day unfolded, you fluttered between excited anticipation and a touch of nerves. Pedro, ever unsuspecting, had no idea what was in store.

At exactly 5:00 p.m., friends and family began to gather at your favorite outdoor venue,a charming garden with twinkling fairy lights draped over manicured hedges. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked treats and the soft hum of chatter. You were behind the scene, making sure every detail was perfect.

In the midst of the lively preparations, you spotted your best friend Marta approaching with a mischievous grin. “Everything set for tonight?” she asked as she passed you a tray of cupcakes decorated with little film reels,a nod to Pedro’s career.

You grinned in return. “Yes! The guests are here, the decorations are up, and I even convinced the band to play some of his favorite tunes. It’s going to be amazing.”

At that moment, Pedro was still completely unaware of the excitement swirling around him. Earlier in the day, he had been working at his studio, finishing up some scripts, and never expected to be brought into such a warm celebration. His phone had remained silent until tonight, as it was all part of the secret plan.

Just as you were adding the final touches near the entrance, Marta nudged you. “I think I just saw him walking this way. Get ready!” she whispered, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Moments later, the garden’s door swung open as Pedro stepped in. He wore a relaxed smile, his trademark dark hair framing his face. His eyes widened as he took in the sight: surrounded by his closest friends, family members he adored, and vibrant decorations that shouted “Happy Birthday, Pedro!”

“Surprise!” everyone chorused, and the garden burst into cheers.

Pedro stopped in his tracks, stunned for a moment before a huge smile broke across his face. “I… I can’t believe this,” he stammered, his voice filled with genuine awe.

You stepped forward, your heart pounding with excitement and relief. “Happy Birthday, Pedro!” you said brightly. “I wanted to create a day where everyone you love could celebrate the amazing person you are.”

He looked at you, eyes softening with admiration and gratitude. “You did all of this for me?” he asked, his tone part incredulous, part adoring.

“Absolutely,” you replied, laughing as you took his hand. “You deserve a day surrounded by love and laughter.”

The evening unfolded with a burst of joy and plenty of dialogue among the guests. Sitting on mismatched chairs around picnic tables under the soft glow of string lights, Pedro’s aunt Lucia recounted childhood stories of Pedro with delightful exaggeration. “Oh, Pedro was such a little rascal back in the day,” she said, smiling as she recalled a mischievous escapade, “always getting into trouble yet somehow charming everyone with that smile.”

Pedro joined in on the laughter. “I can’t believe you still remember that story,” he said with a chuckle, glancing at Lucia with affectionate teasing in his voice.

A close friend, Daniel, leaned forward, clapping Pedro on the back. “Remember that time on set when you accidentally knocked over that whole prop setup? Man, you had us all in stitches.”

He laughed, replying, “Yes, yes,I remember it too well. But hey, if it wasn’t for my clumsiness, you wouldn’t have that hilarious montage for your next highlight reel.”

The conversation flowed effortlessly from one topic to the next. Marta jumped in with enthusiasm, “Pedro, you always inspire us to live more boldly. I mean, look at you,you’re not just a brilliant actor; you’re also a genuinely kind soul.”

Pedro’s eyes searched yours across the table as he said, “I’m so lucky to have friends and family like all of you. And you,” he added, turning directly to you, “you have a way of making every day extraordinary.”

You laughed softly, “Well, today is all about you. I mean, what’s a birthday without celebrating the amazing person that you are?”

Later in the evening, as the band began to play a lively tune, you led Pedro to a beautifully decorated dance floor. The music was light and playful, and soon people began to dance together in joyful pairs.

Pedro grinned as he looked at you. “I haven’t danced like this in years,” he said, pulling you into the center of the floor. “I have to admit, I was a little skeptical when I heard there’d be dancing.”

You shrugged playfully. “I knew you secretly love it when the music fills the air. Come on, let’s show everyone how it’s done.”

As you swirled around in the soft glow of fairy lights, dialogue and laughter filled the air. At one point, a mutual friend, Sofia, raised her glass in a toast. “To Pedro, who lights up our lives with his kindness, humor, and endless charm. And to you, the brilliant force behind this wonderful celebration,we are all grateful for the time we share with you both.”

Pedro’s eyes were locked with yours as he raised his own glass. “Thank you,” he said, voice warm with genuine affection. “This night, every detail, reminds me how much I am loved. I can never thank you enough for orchestrating something so incredible.”

He let his hand fall to yours, and you gave it a reassuring squeeze. Throughout the night, dialogue was abundant,friendly banter, heartfelt toasts, and even playful teasing about Pedro’s “celebrity” habits, like his insistence on tasting every dessert and comparing notes on the best coffee in town.

One particularly memorable exchange happened near the dessert table. Pedro was busy sampling mini pastries when his cousin, Javier, nudged him, saying, “Pedro, your mission tonight is to choose your favorite cupcake. It’s a matter of utmost importance!”

Pedro laughed, replying, “Oh, Javier, only you could make choosing dessert sound like an Olympic event.” He paused for a moment, then added with a mischievous smile, “Although, between you and me, I might just have to declare all of them as winners.”

You joined in the laughter and said, “Well, with that strategy, you can’t go wrong. Every cupcake is a victory tonight.”

Later on, as the party began to wind down and the stars took over the night sky, you found a quiet moment to slip away with Pedro. Away from the cheerful din of the celebrations, you two walked slowly along a garden path lined with lanterns.

Pedro looked at you, his expression softening as he spoke. “Tonight has been amazing,” he admitted. “But it’s not just the party,I mean, it’s everything. The laughter, the heartfelt words, the moments we’ve shared… I’ll never forget this night.”

You smiled, feeling the same deep gratitude. “I wanted to create a memory that would remind you how cherished you are. Not just by me, but by everyone here. You have this incredible gift of making people feel seen and loved.”

He stopped walking and turned to you, his eyes full of sincerity. “And you,” he said gently, “are the one who makes it all possible. Every detail, every thoughtful touch,I see the love you put into this. It means the world to me.”

You reached up, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “That’s because you deserve it, Pedro. Every smile, every laugh you’ve given us, it’s all a reflection of the wonderful person you are.”

Pedro’s smile broadened as he took your hand once more. “Thank you,” he said softly, “for being the heart behind this day and for being my favorite person to celebrate with.”

For the rest of the night, as the last of the guests began to leave and the garden grew quiet again, the memories of the day lingered like warm embers. You and Pedro stood together, sharing soft whispers, gentle laughter, and promises of many more celebrations to come.

In that serene moment, illuminated by moonlight and the fading glow of fairy lights, you both knew that the true magic of the evening wasn’t in the extravagant decorations or the perfect setup,it was in the genuine connection, the honest dialogue, and the overflowing love that filled every corner of the night.

And as you both made your way back inside for a final toast, it was clear that this birthday surprise was more than a celebration. It was a testament to the joy of simply being together, of creating moments that would forever be etched in the hearts of all who shared them.

[groupieaesthetic]

Posso anotar seu pedido? Tudo que você precisa fazer é escolher seu prato e alguma bebida para acompanhar, e é claro a companhia para a história.

Pedidos devem ser feito via ask.

Cardápio:

Torta de maçã: Daddy Kink

Panquecas: Mommy kink

Cookies: Size Kink

Banofe: Bondage

Bolo de chocolate: Voyerismo

Bolo de morango: Knife kink

Pão de queijo: Spit kink

Misto quente: Choking

Cupcake: Mirror sex

Sonho recheado: Exibicionismo

Sorvete napolitano: Pet play

Sorvete de flocos: Submissão

Croassant: Dominação

Banana split: Threesome

Brownie: Gang bang

Salada de fruta: Age gap

Bebidas

Café: "Ninguém precisa saber"

Chocolate quente: "Abre a boca vai"

Vitamina de banana: "Sua coisinha burra"

Vitamina de morango: "Eu morro se ficar se você"

Suco de laranja: "já ta chorando?"

Suco de manga: "Queria me deixar com ciúme, conseguiu!"

Leite quente: "Definitivamente fica mais linda/lindo de joelhos"

Chá: "Quem é que te deixar burrinha de pica em?"

Dose de vodka: "Eu não sou possessivo, obssessivo? talvez..."

Limonada: "Se você me morder, eu mordo de novo"

Margarita: "Implora"

Chá gelado: "Minha coisa linda"

Vinho: "Boa garota"

Para quem/Com quem eu escrevo:

Pilotos da Fórmula 1 / Fórmula 2

° Carlos Sainz

° Charles Leclerc

° Daniel Ricciardo

° Franco Colapinto

° Lando Norris

° Felipe Drugovich

LSDLN Cast

° Agustin Della Corte

° Agustin Pardella

° Blas Polidori

° Enzo Vogrincic

° Esteban Kukuriczka

° Fernando Contigiani

° Simon Hempe

° Pipe Hempe

° Matías Recalt

Outros

° Alex Turner

° Gabriel Leone

° Pedro Pascal

[millersdoll]

rayna ♡ nineteen ♡ joel's controversially young gf ♡ arthur morgan ♡ simon "ghost" riley ♡ john price ♡ vanilla coke ♡ baby pink ♡ romance books ♡ taylor swift ♡ pedro pascal ♡ hearts ♡ ribbons/bows ♡ strawberry shortcake/poundcake ♡ cupcake ♡ vanilla scent ♡ pink and white laces ♡ lip gloss ♡ pinterest ♡ sweet perfumes ♡ pink lilies ♡ kittens ♡ bunnies ♡ blush blindness ♡ clumped mascara ♡ pouty lips ♡ heart of a glass ♡ crybaby ♡ knitted sweaters ♡ princess treatment ♡ angel ♡ babydoll ♡ daddy's girl ♡ older men ♡

save a horse, ride a cowboy.

you can find me on ➺ @prncssdolly

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[midniqhtt]

jack daniels - agent whiskey

masterlist • pedro pascal characters • 06/24/28

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs

𑣲 palomino I @fuckyeahdindjarin

Unable to get a refund for a week-long horse-riding pack trip you'd booked with your ex, you decide to go solo. As it turns out, a rebound with a cowboy named Jack while traversing the wild landscapes of Wyoming might just be what you need.

𑣲 salty caramel I @iamskyereads

You hate him, you really do. During a mission Agent Whiskey eats a candy laced with a dangerous poison, and you’re the only one who can save him.

𑣲 cupcake I @ezrasbirdie

Jack Daniels, lead used car salesman at his dealership, has a crush on you, the pretty receptionist. It's too bad he can't get out of his own way. Luckily for him, you have patience and a soft spot for shy cowboys.

𑣲 hello, nurse I @bubble-tea-bunny

𑣲 angst request I @wardenparker

𑣲 social cues I @fooled-around-and-fell

𑣲 heartless I @creedslove

he was ready to give you the world, except one thing: be the father of your baby

𑣲 in our ivory tower I @freelancearsonist

You enjoy the view from the top with your boss.

𑣲 picking locks part 2 I @haylzcyon

A rough day ends with a broken key inside your front door. Local locksmith and acquaintance Jack Daniels comes to your aid - assisting in more than just picking the lock. 

𑣲 hot chocolate I @punkshort

You lead a quiet, boring life in a podunk town, but when a certain secret agent stumbles into your world needing your help to catch a criminal at the local carnival, your quiet little life changes forever.

[amyleepascal]

[obsessedwithpedritoofc]

Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ Tʀᴇᴀᴛ (Pᴇᴅʀᴏ Pᴀsᴄᴀʟ)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Pedro Pascal × Male Reader.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 3,2 k.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: As a good boyfriend, you plan the best birthday possible for Pedro and you make sure he enjoys every second of it.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: teeth rotting fluff, pet names, flirty joking, smut, switching (like, positions?), licking a stain (if you know what i mean), praise kink, teasing, masturbation, riding, a-fingering, blowjob, rough sex, biting, mentions of marking, no physical descriptions of reader, no use of Y/N. (lmk if i missed any).

𝔸/ℕ: OKAY HEAR ME OUT ITS PAPIS BDAY AND WE KNOW IT SO HERE YOU GO YOU THIRSTY CREATURES. i dont really like to think of pedro himself in a sex way (like yeah i do think hes hot and sexy and all but i just dont feel fully okay with writing these kind of things for him) so you wont see smutty fics of pedro very often BUT TODAY IS HIS BDAY LETS ENJOY A LITTLE TREAT. i feel like i wrote two different fics here HAHAHAHAHA its just-- the sweet part and the smutty part seem to happen in very different timelines-- i know what i mean (: enjoy <3

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

"Happy birthday", was the first thing he heard when he woke up. And when he opened his eyes, there you were —still in your pajamas but holding a small cupcake with a lit candle on top. What he loved the most was the wide smile displayed on your lips.

"Good morning to you, too", Pedro chuckled and sat up to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "What's this?".

"Just blow out the candle, old man!", you laughed. He did as you commanded. As soon as he was done, you took the candle out and shoved the cupcake in his face, leaving it stained with chocolate.

"Oh, you wicked thing!", he growled with a chuckle, then started licking the chocolate frosting around his mouth. "Did you make it?".

"Yep", you smiled proudly. "You deserved the best cake... cupcake", you corrected yourself. "The cake comes later today", you quickly added.

"I see", he pretended to think for a moment. "Well, in that case, you should have a taste of your cupcake!".

Without giving you any time to react, he pressed his chocolate stained cheek into yours, leaving some of it on your face. You groaned loudly, but still smiled. Then he licked the chocolate off your face before kissing it.

"That was a nice birthday gift", he whispered, then kissed you softly on the lips. "I hope it's not the only one", he grabbed your hips and pulled you close. You put your hands on his chest to keep him at a safe though short distance.

"That comes later today as well", you kissed his nose, your eyes giving him an apologetic look. "You're gonna have to pretend to be patient today, baby".

"Oh, whatever will I do now?", he tilted his head dramatically and kissed you one last time. "Is it a part of my gift?".

"Honey, if you can handle the whole day without being slightly horny, it's gonna be an entire gift in itself".

"Well, that sounds promising", he chuckled, then pulled away, starting to take his sweatpants off to get ready for his morning shower. "Not even a shower quickie?", he turned his head before getting into the bathroom.

"Nope! Patience, I said", you stuck your tongue out to him. Pedro groaned.

"Had to try", you heard him mumble.

You enjoyed a quiet though nice birthday breakfast. Everything was decorated to Pedro's liking —"You know me way too well", he said when he saw it all. And he made sure to kiss every part of your body you allowed him to as a way to thank you. You could tell he was enjoying himself, even though the day, his day, was just starting.

As soon as you both were dressed —needless to say you were left stunned by Pedro's amazing though casual outfit—, you drove to a Mexican restaurant nearby to treat your boyfriend with his favorite meals, which he also thanked you for. You were barely able to solve your "I pay" argument in a while, but you finally convinced him that it was his birthday, and that the food was part of his gift. Still, you could see how he was most likely planning some kind of revenge.

After a while of wandering around in the streets and buying your boyfriend a nice black coffee, it started getting dark and you decided to stop at an Italian restaurant for dinner. He didn't dare to argue with you over who was the one to pay, given the almost endless fight you'd had at lunch time. He had already decided he would let you have that, but he would get back at you for it.

The first thing he did when you got back home was take you in his arms and spin you around in the air as he left small kisses all over your face. And when he put you down, he pulled you in for a nice, tight hug.

"Thank you for today. I loved it all", he whispered in your ear, making your heart swell at the sweet tone of his voice.

"It was nothing, beautiful", you returned the hug. "But it's not over yet", you pulled away, giving him one last kiss before walking into the kitchen. Pedro stood there for a moment just looking at you confused, but he followed you into the kitchen. "No! Stay outside for a minute!", you pushed him out of the room. "Gimme a sec", you closed the door on his face. Once again, he stood there a bit confused. But he shrugged and laughed at your attitude, remembering once again why he was so in love with you. "Okay, you can come in!", you shouted from the inside, still not opening the door. He did.

He was surprised to find the kitchen dimly lit. The only thing that allowed him to see anything was the small flame of the candle on the cake you were holding, a big smile on your face. Pedro found himself having a déjà vu of that morning —but with a bigger cake.

You sang happy birthday for him. His first reaction was to cover his face. Truth be told, he hated to be sang happy birthday, but once more, he just laughed. If it was you singing for him, he didn't hate it as much.

He blew out the candle and searched the light switch before putting the cake on the table, freeing both yours and his hands to pull you in for another hug. You couldn't help but laugh loudly at the way he told you how much he hated being sang happy birthday and how your voice made it suck even more, all while he left kisses all over your face and neck. He laughed as well.

You sat on the couch in the living room to eat the cake. You kept laughing about whatever it was you were talking about while the TV buzzed in the background. At one point you dropped frosting on your shirt and got up to go change clothes. Pedro just grabbed your wrist to keep you from going away and stared at you with puppy dog eyes.

"I can clean it up for you", he pulled you back to sit on the couch. You looked at him confused, but you stayed still in curiosity, wanting to see where he was going with all that.

His hands undid the first buttons on your shirt gently, slowly. You saw how he was frowning deeply, as if it was taking every ounce of his concentration to get the task done. You smiled down at him, letting out a soft chuckle in amusement at his expression. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, but he didn't smile, do or say anything. Instead, you notice how his eyes went dark, and suddenly he was ripping the shirt off of you.

You didn't have any time to process the way he was throwing you on your back onto the couch before he started licking the small stain of cake on your chest. He soon moved down to kiss your stomach, and then undid your pants.

"Hey! I told you to be patient", you grabbed his hands before he could go any further.

"Aw, haven't I been patient enough today already?", he pouted. "We've been outside all day, and we already ate the cake!".

"I mean... There's still like half of it on the table...".

"C'mon, babe, y'know what I mean", he tilted his head, giving you those puppy dog eyes of his once again. "It's my birthday! Don't you think I deserve a treat?".

"Another one?", you chuckled. "I've literally paid for everything for you today".

"And still, here I am, aching for you like never before", he posed dramatically. You both laughed. "You know I'm a greedy man. Pretty please?".

You looked him in the eye for a little while. All you saw was love and lust. And his puppy dog-like expression made you think how cute he was. How were you supposed not to give in? You were so in love with this man. Perhaps too much for your own good.

"Fine", you let go of his hands and crossed your arms. "Unwrap your gift, birthday boy".

He didn't waste a single moment and just started stripping you of your shoes, pants and underwear. A loud gasp escaped your lips when his hand grabbed your shaft with great steadiness. He looked up at you with a wide smirk, then started pumping his hand along your dick. You threw your head back in pleasure, your hips bucking up involuntarily.

"Wait... It was your treat...", you managed to say between moans.

"Baby, I'm having my treat right now", he pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your member, not taking his eyes off of you. "It's my birthday and I get to choose whatever my treat is", he moved his hand faster.

"You're such... Oh god...", your hands held tight onto his shoulders.

Pedro laid beside you on the couch, keeping you between his arms as he continued to please you. He allowed himself to enjoy your sweet sounds as he whispered praises into your ear. The more he did, the more it made you shake in pleasure. And he couldn't help but grin at your attitude. 

"So beautiful for me. So pretty. Such a pretty little boy. My cute little thing", he kept whispering. "Little boy likes me doing this, don't you?", he moved down to kiss the side of your neck, not stopping his little praises. "You love when I do you like this. You love my hands. You love my hands on you, don't you, beautiful?".

He kept going back and forth for a little while. Much to his disliking, you didn't last long with him touching and talking to you like that. Still, he complied and let you have a small break, wrapping his arms around you and covering your face in kisses.

As you tried to get your breath back, you found yourself overwhelmed by his kisses, your heart skipping a beat. Your only answer was a giggle and you hugged him back.

"Enjoying your treat so far?", you teased. He looked at you with a smirk.

"Best birthday gift ever", he nuzzled your neck. "And you know what the best part is?", he stared up at you. You stared back in slight confusion. "That we're not done yet", his grin got wider.

He took you in his arms and carried you to the bedroom. As soon as he left you on the bed, you sat up to start unbuttoning his shirt. He pushed you back down almost immediately, sitting on your lap so you wouldn't get up again. You frowned and pouted in response.

"Come on! It's your birthday, I'm the one supposed to be giving you head!", your words made him laugh.

"I like your boldness", he chuckled. "How about this, if you lemme have my fun now I'll let you do whatever you want to me later", he lifted one of his eyebrows. Your eyes lit up.

"You're on", you felt your cock getting hard instantly.

He quickly finished undressing himself, eager to keep going. As soon as he was left naked, he leaned down to kiss you decently, passionately, tongue deep inside your mouth. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your mouth, nor the way your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the skin and leaving small marks. 

It didn't take long for him to get desperate. He grabbed one of your hands and guided it to his hole. You felt your face get awfully red as he started pumping one of your fingers in and out of himself. Still, you gathered enough bravery to take control and thrust your fingers for him. Soon enough, he turned into a whimpering mess, bucking his hips back and forth at the pleasure. He then pulled away and pinned your hands back down onto the bed, his eyes staring into your soul.

Without saying another word, he aligned his entrance with your dick. A quiet, soft breath left your lips when you saw his intentions. You fought the urge to grab him as he sank himself down onto your hard member. His eyes never left yours, just like yours never left his. Once you were fully buried inside him, he leaned back down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his eyebrows knitted together. You nodded to give him green light one last time. Pedro nodded back, and then he started to ride you. Slowly at first, still he didn't take too long to increase speed. His hands found yours in a desperate attempt to find something he could squeeze some strength out of. He entwined his fingers with yours, fighting the urge to drop all his weight down on you.

His heavy, ragged breathing turned into desperate moans. Never in the years you had been together had you seen him whimper in such a high-pitched voice, huge drops of sweat running down his temple. The movements of his hips grew sloppy, allowing you to start thrusting up into him just as desperately. He left one of your hands free just so he could use his to please himself. Overstimulation soon got over him, and before you could process any of what was going on, he was spilling his release all over your torso. And before you could process any of that either, his walls were squeezing your cock so deliciously hard that you emptied yourself inside him.

Pedro collapsed on top of you, still trying to recover his breath. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, making you let out a tired giggle. His lips kissed your forehead tenderly, then your cheek, then your lips.

"That was good", you whispered in is ear. He chuckled breathlessly and hugged you tighter.

"It was", he stared into your eyes once more. "Bet you've been enjoying my gift better than me so far", he winked in your direction.

"Well, not gonna lie, I've had so much fun until now", you rolled on top of him. "And now I'm gonna have even more fun".

You positioned yourself between his legs, your face almost touching his groin. You looked up at him before grabbing his still softened member and teasing it all along. His eyes flew shut at the sudden pleasure, immediately getting hard again. You couldn't help the smirk that automatically displayed on your lips.

You approach your tongue cautiously to the tip of his shaft, then started giving it slow, kitten licks. Pedro hissed in pleasure, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you. Your smile got wider when you saw the way his pupils dilated. You wasted no more time to put his dick fully in your mouth, making your boyfriend gasp loudly and throw his head back. Your chuckle sent shivers up his spine, his fingers buried in the sheets beneath you.

After making sure Pedro was okay and used to being in your mouth, you started bobbing your head back and forth with your tongue drawing wet, warm circles all along his shaft. And like some minutes before, his breathing went from short pants to loud, long drawn out moans. You even allowed him to calm his desperation a little by letting him grab you by the hair and thrust into your mouth. 

He came undone once more shortly afterwards. He held your jaw softly as he gave a couple more thrusts, painting the back of your throat with his seed. His legs shook uncontrollable and right then, he collapsed on the bed with unsteady breathing and trembling limbs. A heavy, loud sigh left his mouth as he tried to calm his heart rate. The whole situation made you chuckle, and you laid beside him with your arms around him.

"You okay?", you nuzzled your face in his neck. Pedro laughed back.

"Yeah...", he left a chaste kiss on your lips. "I just need... a little break... You left me fucking dry", he giggled and pulled you in for a tight hug. "I knew I loved you for a reason".

"Because I give you amazing blowjobs?", you forced a smile.

"Well, that, too. But no, silly!", he left small kisses all over your face.

"Is that break gonna take much longer?", you stared into his eyes, your own filled with lust. He just looked at you in slight confusion. "Because I need you to help me with this thing", you pointed down at your reappearing hard-on. "And I know just the thing to leave us both satisfied", you grinned. "That is, if your old man body can still keep up with me", you lifted your eyebrows. Pedro laughed.

"Oh, I'm gonna show you just how much this old man can keep up with you, mister", he grabbed you to keep you steady and rolled on top of you. "What did you have in mind?".

"I want you to fuck me", you looked him in the eye, your expression serious but with a hint of playfulness. "Hard, rough, like you usually would", you shrugged, letting the beginning of a smile be shown on your lips. "Just indulge yourself. It's your birthday".

"Oh, okay", he lifted his eyebrows in surprise. "Get ready, then. I'm not gonna go soft on you".

"I wasn't expecting you to", you rolled onto your stomach. "Just do your worst", you turned to him one last time. One second afterwards, he was burying his cock balls deep inside you.

He did as you asked. He fucked you hard, like he usually would, grabbing your jaw with one hand and your hips with the other, his own slapping forcefully against your ass every time he thrusted inside you, his mouth whispering dirty praises in your ear throughout it all. Your loud moans —if not screams— only worked as fuel for his desire, and he could only enjoy the way your hands gripped the sheets and your teeth bit the pillow. He also made sure to leave marks. Bites, scratches, hickeys, every part of your body he could reach while pounding relentlessly into you, he made sure to mark them all.

Both of you reached climax sooner than you would have expected. But truth be told, it was only fair, given the way he was fucking you.

You collapsed on the bed while Pedro rolled to lay on your side, making sure not to leave you breathless under him —more than you already were. He wrapped his arms around you with a contented sigh and pulled you tight against his body. You hugged him back, still shaking from the rough orgasm he had given you, and closed your eyes with your face hidden in his chest.

"That was great", he whispered in the top of your head before leaving a soft kiss. You smiled. "It was the best birthday gift you could've given me".

"Horny old man", you snorted, your voice muffled by the skin of his chest. Pedro chuckled. "Shit, we left the cake in the living room—".

"We'll just eat it for breakfast, don't you worry, my pretty little thing", he kissed your forehead sweetly. You giggled involuntarily and hugged him tighter. "I love you".

"I love you, Pedro", you left a small, tender kiss on his chest. "Happy birthday".

He looked down at you with a smile, waiting until he felt your breathing steady enough as to consider you soundly asleep. He then closed his own eyes, and fell asleep at the memory of you singing him happy birthday the beautiful way only you knew how to sing it.

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categories include: pedro pascal characters (everyone), misc. (miguel o'hara, santiago garcia, tommy miller)

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PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS

SERIES

Pretend Alleyways by @radiowallet (dieter bravo x marcus moreno)

Eyes Open by @radiowallet (marcus moreno)

Like a River by @/radiowallet (marcus moreno, frankie morales)

Yours for the Weekend by @pedropascalsx (javier p)

Pleased to Meet You by @intheorangebedroom (frankie morales)

The Secret by @frannyzooey (marcus moreno)

Short Days, Long Nights by @/frannyzooey (joel miller)

The Waffle House Chronicles by @softlyspector (joel miller)

Adversity by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (frankie morales, ezra)

Palomino by @fuckyeahdindjarin (jack daniels)

Midnight Alley Series by @prolix-yuy (dieter bravo, tim rockford)

ONESHOTS

LJ’s Bangathon 2023 by @prolix-yuy (all pedro boys)

Simple Treasures by @/prolix-yuy (oberyn martell x m!oc)

done for by @pedrito-friskito (frankie morales)

catalyst by @ezrasbirdie (frankie morales, joel miller)

cupcake by @/ezrasbirdie (jack daniels)

I bet you say that to all the girls by @toomanystoriessolittletime (jeol miller)

Caught by @toomanystoriessolittletime (frankie morales)

Girls' night by @/toomanystoriessolittletime (frankie morales)

What Happens in Vegas… by @wildemaven (jack daniels)

… Never Really Ends in Vegas by @/wildemaven (jack daniels)

Thought That I Was Dreaming by @haylzcyon (dieter bravo)

Grass is Greener by @/haylzcyon (frankie morales)

Close - An Insatiable Extra by @magpie-to-the-morning (frankie morales, santiago garcia)

Joel Miller x college neighbour AU by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Dieter Bravo x library AU by @/fuckyeahdindjarin

MISC.

Superhuman stamina by @astroboots (miguel o'hara)

Girl and boy Interrupted by @/astroboots (santiago garcia)

use me by @inklore (miguel o'hara)

torment by @/inklore (miguel o'hara)

burrowed in under my skin by @dameronscopilot (miguel o'hara)

dial drunk by @rqgnarok (tommy miller)

[toxicanonymity]

I know your name is literally anonymity but I sometimes wonder what you look like or what you like or hate etc. I just would love to learn something personal about you 😭🫶🏼 but I respect you being absolutely anonymous here. It's actually a very big privilege!

And: do you have anything planned in writing/posting, something we can be excited for? I'm such a big fan of your work

Tysm nonnie! 🖤🖤 I'm happy to share some things about myself (below). Sometimes I wanna be less anonymous, but sadly it's served me well with how obsessive haters can get. You can always ask stuff though, I'd answer what i can and ignore what I'm hesitant about.

Thinking of posting some Narcos next ... Perhaps in the raid AU, perhaps not, I have nearly finished fics or drabbles in both. But i also started a kinda unhinged thighs out Joel scenario lol.

Likes & Dislikes without being a perfectionist...

Beverages

Like: water, grape juice, apple juice, chocolate milk, hot chocolate, matcha, ginger tea, caffeine free diet coke (fountain only) with cherry syrup

Dislike: alcohol, regular coffee, orange juice

Breakfast

Like: biscuits and gravy, egg white veggie omelets, green smoothies, croissants, waffles, yogurt parfait

Dislike: pancakes, jelly and jam, donuts

Comfort foods: egg in a hole, coconut soup

Fave condiments/spices/sauce/toppings: vinegar, mayo, mustard, sour cream, steak seasoning (like it on potatoes), apple pie spice, alabama white & North Carolina BBQ sauces, pesto, goat cheese, pizza sauce (w/ a spoon if good enough lol), Parmesan, sundried tomatos

Pasta: angel hair, capellini, tortellini, linguini

Crayola crayons (idk if they're all current). Colors go by the crayon when you draw with it.

Like: pacific blue, cerulean blue, brick red, burnt sienna, dandelion, hot magenta, earthworm scented

Dislike: cornflower blue, green-yellow

Smells/scents

Currently wearing: Nette La Forêt. I'm in an exploration phase and trying a variety but this is my fave rn.

Like: Woody, clean, fresh, eucalyptus, lavender, rose, burning wax / snuffed out candle, new shoes, leather, new tires, new car, tennis balls. Notes: amber, sandalwood, cetalox, vanilla

Dislike: Heavy citrus, anise/liquoriche

Sweets

Like: ice cream, froyo, brownies (no nuts), paletas (🥥 is a fave), lucky charms marshmallows

Dislike: Cake, cupcakes, caramel, oatmeal raisin cookies, anything with nuts or raisins really. I will pick them out of arroz con leche...

Actors

Make me more likely to watch something: Boyd Holbrook, Pedro Pascal, Kyle gallner, Bill and Alexander Skarsgård, Denzel Washington, Kate Winslet, Nicholas Cage, Adam Driver

Dislike: John krasinski, Adam Sandler, Meg Ryan

Appearance - heart shaped face, eyes on the larger side, dark circles, upturned nose, smaller lips. Sometimes glasses (favoring larger lenses)

I'm up for answering other categories or Qs if you're curious about random stuff. No-gos are work, family/partner, location, zodiac.

If I skip a tag game I prob overthought it or drew a blank.

[inklore]

i know i say this every time i reach a milestone, hell anytime i get a new follower that isn't a blank blog or bot, but i can't believe you guys are still here! still supporting me! still putting up with my chaos! i mean it each time i get all sappy about how grateful i am for each and every one of you and how i lucked out with you beautiful souls occupying this space with me. if i could send you all a little cupcake and a forehead kiss i would <3.

but since i can't do that let's have a little celebration instead!

like the flyer above states this celebration will focus solely on graphics and ya girl putting that photoshop to work and brushing off some of my old graphic and creative skills.

★ THE RULES.

you do not have to be following me to send something in unless something is specifically labeled 'mutuals only' then, unless we are mutuals, you cannot send anything from that section.

you can send in as many requests from whatever section as you want, there is no limit. but please refrain from sending requests for animated projects.

this celebration does not have an end date so unless the above image says 'closed' then send things in whenever you wish!

blank blogs and ageless blogs as well as minors please refrain from sending things in, respectfully.

do not steal or claim any of the graphics i make as your own.

♡ MUTUALS ONLY.

moodboards...i'll make you a personalized moodboard / aesthetic. ➥ a 'your vibe' moodboard aka i'll go off of the vibes and aesthetics you give off to me or a character + trope + scenario moodboard

gif requests...i'll make a gifset of whatever character you ask for. ➥ can be a certain scene, from a certain movie, what have you. but please note the list of characters + movies from the actors down below are more likely to give me the most inspo to make something from. but please feel free to ask me for someone not on the list because chances are i'll do it unless i truly dislike the actor or character.

ship edit...i'll make a little edit of a character i ship you with. ➥ i may include some extra things in the graphic because i can't just be simple with things, so you can give me a small list of your favs, your vibes, your likes, and dislikes, if you so wish.

✩ FREE FOR ALL.

movie recovers...i'll make you a movie poster. ➥ this goes for tv shows + some artists + character posters as well.

book + movie recs...ask me to rec some things. ➥ 'your favorite movies' + 'movies you suggest people who like [insert something here] watch' + 'underrated shows' + 'books with this vibe' + 'songs that remind you of this character' are all requests that are applicable plus so so much more, please be as creative and detailed as you wish.

banners...request a banner for whatever you wish to use it for. ➥ these are not personal which means anyone can use them not just you. can be for navigations, masterlists, etc. gifs are not applicable.

headers...just like the above but for mobile headers. ➥ same rules apply as the above section. shows, movies + characters, vibes + aesthetics all applicable.

dividers...i'll make you a set of fancy dividers. ➥ again these are not personal and for everyone to use and enjoy.

magazine designs...i'll make a little magazine-esk outtake for a movie, show, or character.

personal favorites...ask me my favorite anything and i'll make a cute little something to showcase it.

♥︎ CHARACTERS, SHOWS, MOVIES, ACTORS APPLICABLE. ➥ actors + their characters: adam driver, pedro pascal, oscar isaac, jodie comer, will poulter, aaron taylor johnson, thomas doherty, tgm cast but no tc. ➥ movies: scream franchise, any spooky movie, john wick, twilight. ➥ shows: killing eve, hemlock grove. ➥ etc characters: finnick odair, bruce wayne (except affleck and bale).

this list is only for the gif requests so disregard it for everything else or use it as inspo for your requests if you want. also please note that the gifs will be posted on either three of my gif accounts.

here you can find my graphics board on pinterest of past graphics i have made over the years + some inspo if you need it for requesting.