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nerdieforpedro · 2 months
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Movie Night
Part Three of Two Hearts by the Ocean
Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC)
This part is for teens and up - rating will depend on individual parts. Overall will be 18+ MDNI
Word Count: about 2.3k
Summary: Watching movies with Javier calms Abigail and they’re both able to enjoy each other’s company. However, a shadow looms on the horizon.
Warnings: two cinnamon rolls, possible Nic Cage movie overload, one kiss, mentions of harm to women and threats
Notes: We’re at chapter three and we got one kiss! 😘 They’re adorable. We’re setting a few things up also just having fun. Don’t worry too much about the tags yet. 👀 There’s a reason I’ve kept the overall rating 18+ and keep doing it individually. Special thanks to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for helping with translations. I feel like I always pick the wrong version of the word. 🙃 It’s one of many goals this year.
Dividers are by the ever talented @saradika-graphics
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If you’d told Abigail that she was going to meet a handsome man and be watching movies with him, she would have called you insane or told you that she’s watching movies in bed and those are the only handsome men she was seeing as of late. She also would have laughed very hard to hear that the same man had a compound and a private beach with his own movie theater inside his home. She sat on the couch with Javier, wearing yellow fuzzy socks that a maid had brought her in addition to some hot chocolate to go with her cake. She thanked the woman who gave her a quizzical look, and held her hand out. Javi explained it was to put their phones in a basket on the bookshelf so the blue light from the phones wouldn’t disturb the picture from the big screen. Abigail still wondered about the look the maid gave her and put it quickly out of her mind as the movie started. While watching, she laughed and pointed out that she recognized some of the actors and actresses from other shows. She became quiet again, realizing that it's a movie, you're not supposed to talk during a movie.
Javier was delighted to finally have someone else to watch movies with. It’s been months since Gabriella left and she had been his only friend in the home. Not that he didn’t have occasional lady friends over, but they were more interested in party boy Javier and not cinephile Javier. He answered Abby’s questions and listened to her comments which despite the movie playing, he didn’t mind because she was engaged and though her movie knowledge paled in comparison to his, it was fun hearing what she had to say. Slowly over the course of the first movie, he’d been able to inch closer to her. Javi even took a piece of her chocolate cake and she offered him a second one to which they split two more pieces. At the end of the first move, his knee was touching hers as they sat together and discussed if either of them had ever had a marmalade sandwich.
“I think it is only for Paddington, no? I may have some marmalade on toast or a roll but not just in a sandwich.” Javier chuckled. Abby nodded as she set the plate on the table before them next to her mug which she had finished quite a while ago.
“Yeah. I’ve only had jam or jelly and maybe some preserves on baked goods. Never marmalade. I enjoyed the movie a lot more than I thought I would. I wasn’t quite sure what I was expecting though.” She smiled and Javi returned it. He suggested that they could go for a short walk to stretch their legs before watching the second movie.
“Well if you enjoyed this one my dear Abigail, you will love Paddington two. I guarantee it.” Javier opened a patio door off the hallway just outside of the theater and they walked out together after putting their shoes back on. There was a small path next to the house that ran along a hill above the beach. The view was breathtaking. The water reflected the crimson, mustard and orange with dashes of pinks that dotted the sky. The pair stood as they watched the sky and Abby reached for Javier’s hand while looking at him, almost believing that he wouldn’t take it. He did not, opting to put an arm around her shoulders as they continued to watch the sun dip behind the ocean. It was a moment that she was content remaining in for hours. Javier’s arm around her as they watched the sun dip beyond the horizon. Her arm found its way around his back and settled on his hip. She was still nervous about touching the man and him touching her, but he was rather disarming. Or would one say inviting? His entire presence seemed to draw her in and whisper that it’s fine to touch, hold, and hug. More than even that aspect, was the sense of tranquility she sensed from him.
Javier was glad to note that Abigail appeared to feel safe in being in his home. He was concerned when he picked her up, but thankfully it worked out. She’s the first person in a while that he’s had a connection with over his interests. He wondered how he could make the most of her time here, in addition to figuring out the budget and such for the estate, he wanted to keep her close. His cousin wanted him to spend money to help wash ‘donations’ they received for their services. Things that Javier had a vague idea of what his cousin did but didn’t want to know the details. It was better he didn’t know. He couldn’t think of a better way to spend the money he’s supposed to then taking Abby out to see the island, he would ask if she wanted to. He was tempted to kiss her cheek, but decided against it as they hadn’t seen the second movie and he didn’t want her to think that it was the reason why he invited her to his home. Though her complement of his body had made him feel proud and fueled some other thoughts that would be pushed aside for now.
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The pair went back inside and settled back onto the couch, only this time, Abigail sat right next to Javi and took hold of his hand. She liked the feeling of her small hand in his, plus it was warm like the rest of him. After they confirmed that they were comfortable, the second Paddington movie began. There were laughs, a few tears, several gasps and by the end after becoming fully engrossed in the film, both Javier and Abigail stood and cheered for the little bear coming out of his coma to be reunited with his family and his Aunt Lucy. Their palms were pressed together, swaying back and forth as they looked at the screen, the credits starting to roll. Abby and Javi were laughing, first at the movie’s ending and then at each other. It was a tad absurd that two adults were cheering this hard to a kids move some would say, but that’s what made it so much fun. To engage the part you may still have of yourself not jaded by the life lived. As their movements slowed to a stop, Abby didn’t let go of Javi’s hands as he expected.
“I take it you liked the movie Abby?” Javier asked with his trademark wide smile. He was well aware of the answer, but he wasn’t sure what else to say. Abby giggled and looked down at her yellow socks then back up at Javier. The day started out a bit tenuous but the afternoon and evening had been perfect. She tried something that had Javi’s lips form a small ‘o’ and lifted his left hand, kissing the back of it. Certainly not the kiss Javi had in mind, and it seemed more intimate as the warmth from her lips lingered on his skin.
“I did. Very much so. Thank you so much Javi. This is the most fun I’ve had in quite a long time.” Her smile had him move forward and close the short gap between them. Javier made sure to be wary of her body language for it seemed like she’d opened up to him a bit more. He thought of kissing her lips again, but finally kissed her cheek, his mustache and stubble from his beard grazed her skin and she released a quiet sigh. “I...um…should we…” Her voice was barely above a whisper, Abigail wasn’t exactly sure what she might say next. She was certain she didn’t come to his home just for such advances. They weren’t unwelcome, actually, much too welcome. She reminded herself that she’s supposed to be having fun and she’s going to see him later. Nothing needs to happen right now. Is she even wearing the right underwear for that?
Javier swallowed the thought first, pushing it back down. “We can watch one of Mr. Cage’s movies. I have all of them. I happen to be a very big fan of his. “ Their eyes met again and he knew he should sit back down, if he continued to stand with her, he would pull her over to the couch and that’s not been discussed at all, at least aloud. Via eyes and body language, however, they were loud and clear. Abigail walked to the couch first while still holding Javier’s hand and he followed her, though she didn’t pull him down. He sat next to her and they began watching ‘National Treasure,’ the frantic fun energy was replaced by a simmering heat between them.
The night rolled on as the movies continued. After ‘National Treasure’ the pair watched ‘Con Air,’ ‘Ghost Rider,’ and ‘The Sorcerer's Apprentice.”Though, by the last movie, both were nodding off on the couch, Javi’s head was on Abby’s shoulder and they were still holding hands as their eyes became heavier. By the time either of them woke up, they’d been asleep for a few hours, both with sore necks from the sleeping positions. Javi woke first and was worried that she was gone, except he felt his hand first and then looked up seeing her neutral sleeping face. They were still holding hands even while they slept, the wide grin on his face expressed his feelings on the matter.
“Mi diosa linda. Soy tan afortunado de despertarme a tu lado (My beautiful goddess. I am lucky to wake up to you).” He’s careful to move as he sits up and does not disturb her yet. He’s going to need to wake her but not yet. Just a little longer. If the moment could last a bit more.
“Ah-choo!” Abigail’s body jerks with her sneeze and she jolts awake. Her eyes blink as she looks around the room, her eyes adjusting to the light. She looks at Javi who’s holding in a laugh at her expense. She uses her shoulder and give him a gentle nudge to which he releases a roar of a laugh, she does as well and wonders how long they were asleep. There weren’t any clocks in the movie theater. No extra lights to allow for the best picture on the screen. “I’m glad I made you laugh, Javi. What time is it though?”
“I am not sure. I will go check, stay here and warm up a bit.” He stood and put a throw blanket over her legs, she pulled it closer and spread it out. “Did you want some tea? Um…” Javi thought carefully about how to ask, and decided it would be best to just say it. “Abigail. You don’t have to leave, You can stay the night. It is much too dark to drive the golf cart. We would not be staying in the same room. I can have a room made ready for you to use. Not just for tonight.” Javier placed a hand on the back of the couch and sat back down briefly, making sure to keep eye contact as he spoke. He was sincere and maybe she didn’t need to know that he already had a room ready. He could have also left out the part about it being not only for one night but he’s already said it. Not that he would ask her to stay longer if she didn’t want to. He would make sure she made it back to her resort safely.
Abigail was elated to hear that he wanted her to stay. She didn’t want to go, who would? If she can stay in whatever fever dream this was a little longer, she would take the opportunity. She pecked his cheek and nodded. “I’m happy you want me to stay, Javi. I kinda didn’t want to go. Not yet anyway. I should come with you. That way if you want tea or something else, you won't have to make trips or try carrying it by yourself.” Javier shook his head and insisted that she remain here, Abby sighed and agreed but did ask for her phone so she could text her friends and let them know that she’s alright, she’s just out for the night. She will be back tomorrow afternoon.
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Javier happily made his way to the kitchen and proceeded to make some tea, though he’d forgotten to ask what tea Abby might like. He went with peppermint for the both of them and two spoons of honey in hers. She appeared to be a fan of sweets. The maid who’d brought the socks and snack entered the kitchen and greeted Javi. She asked if his lady friend was still here and he replied that she was. The maid nodded and informed him that his cousin may be back tomorrow or the following day. It depends when he finishes whatever business they had to take care of in Greece, for her safety, it would be best if she left tomorrow.
“For the record señor Gutierrez, she appears like a kind woman. Your cousin and his associates seem to like to harm such women. You’ll also need to increase your spending again. He’s been keeping watch. I… Lo siento, señor (I am sorry sir).” This particular maid was older and had been with Javier and his cousin Lucas since they bought the compound about five years ago. She’d trained many of the other maids that had come and gone, as such, Lucas had given his goons instructions to not bother her, though they did know where her son and daughter were and their families so she kept Lucas abreast of Javier’s activities when he was away.
“Tia Lupe, gracias cómo siempre (Thank you, always).” Javier said softly before kissing her a peck on the cheek and adding a spoon of honey to his tea as well. He’d need something sweet for the update he’d been given.
Part two. Part Four
Peeps who will watch the sunset 🌅 and a movie marathon:
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sirowsky-stories · 10 months
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Sirowsky's Masterlist
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The Lonely Castle - Complete (100 000+ words) Follows canon but takes place after the movie. Pero & original female character Ember/Snow, no reader insert. Slow burn romance, idiots in love, fantasy. Explicit content, 18+ONLY.
Driving Mr. Tovar - Complete (370 000+ words) Modern AU. Pero & female reader. Slow burn romance, hint of soulmates, magic. (Horses are significant characters in this story.) Explicit content, 18+ONLY.
The Stranger in the Bar - Complete (169 000+ words) Modern AU. Pero & Female Reader. Thriller/Romance. Explicit content, 18+ONLY.
Collision - Complete (55 000+ words) Modern AU. Pero & Original Female Character Nikita. Friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, secret identity. Thriller/Romance. Explicit content, 18+ONLY.
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The Lost Island - Complete (112 000+ words) Follows canon but takes place after the movie. Marcus & female reader. Enemies to lovers, fantasy, supernatural powers. Explicit content, 18+ONLY.
The Flowers Always Know - Complete, but currently undergoing an update. (148 000+ words) Follows canon but takes place after the movie. Marcus & female reader. Slow burn romance, fantasy, supernatural powers. Explicit content, 18+ONLY.
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The Legend of Mar'Sol - Complete (15 000+ words) Follows canon, takes place after the events of chapter 16. Mando & original female character Mesh'la, no reader insert. Slow burn romance, slavetrade, forced submissive behaviour, the force. Explicit content, 18+ONLY.
The Last Demon - Complete (70 000 words) AU that takes place around the time between Chapter 16 of The Mandalorian, and Din's appearance in TBOBF. Din & female reader/monster. Violent content, 18+ONLY.
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The Old Prince - Complete (81 000+ words) AU, Halloween themed fantasy/horror/romance story. Monster Oberyn Martell & Female reader, reminiscent of Beauty and the Beast. Horror themes/explicit content, 18+ONLY.
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Din Djarin
The Stories We Tell Ourselves (1872 words) Grogu's Gift (1900 words) A Little Menace (2080 words) --Part 2 (2518 words) --Part 3 (2240 words) --Part 4 (2120 words) --Part 5 (2130 words) Surviving Christmas (6500 words) Trouble (150 words)
Marcus Pike
The Bad Day (1525 words) The Birthday Hike (658 words) Monday (500 words) Wrong Way Home (18,280 words) The Secret Lake (3630 words)
Pero Tovar
Christmas Special (8060 words) --Part 2 (8090 words) A Safe Place (3250 words) Loneliness (3921 words) Fearful Heart (1900 words) Clumsy Heart (3352 words) --Part 2 (2910 words) Date or Inseminate (1240 words)
Various Others
An Unexpected Valentine - Marcus Moreno 2838 words
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Kittycat - Dieter Bravo 1140 words Attention - Javier Gutierrez 1500 words Forgiven - Din Djarin 666 words Surprise - Pero Tovar 575 words Bad Guy - Javier Pena 570 words Don't Die - Din Djarin 1500 words
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-Main Page-
Neighbors - Joel Miller 920 words Acts of Kindness - Din Djarin 1450 words Anger Management - Pero Tovar 1200 words The Well (poem) 138 words Lost and Found - Joel Miller 1630 words Moving On - Pero Tovar (DMTU) 960 words Reunion - Marcus Pike 732 words Daring to Dream - Marcus Moreno 2850 words An Imagined Adventure (poem) 82 words
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Masterlist
Like Father, Like Son - Dieter Bravo 650 words All Hallows Quarrel - Marcus Moreno 825 words The Haunted Toaster - Javier Gutierrez 660 words Grumpy Pumpkin - Pero Tovar 750 words Temple of Love - Pero Tovar 1570 words Recovery - Marcus Moreno 680 words
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Birthday Cake Writing Challenge of 2022
River Poem 444 words Hold On - Pero Tovar (DMTU) 850 words Treat Me Right - Javier Gutierrez 3225 Words Warmth 320 words Grogu's Gift - Din Djarin 1900 words Whiskey Nights - Jack Daniels 825 words Their Poem 240 words Danger Close - Javier Peña 1374 words Fearful Heart - Pero Tovar 1900 words Max's Monster - Max Lord 3280 words The Day - Francisco Morales 8500 words --------------------------------------------
Birthday Cake Writing Challenge of 2023
Meeting Expectations - Jack Daniels 580 words Judgement - Marcus Moreno 2210 words -Part 2 3100 words Turning Corners - Javier Gutierrez 2775 words Dreamt You Were Here - Din Djarin 1485 words I Came By - Dave York 1160 words The Beauty of Mechanics - Francisco Morales 1500 words --------------------------------------------
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sirowsky · 2 years
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Thank you @i-love-movies for this prompt! It presented more of a challenge than I thought it would, and I say that affectionately because every struggle helps me grow <3
The prompt was "I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention." with Javier Gutierrez. (Prompt List)
Rating: Mature Warnings: PINING. Javi x female reader, no y/n, happy ending, fluff. Word Count: 1500 Author’s Masterlist
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   You love him so much that it aches just to look at him.    Yet for all his sensitivity, he doesn’t see it, doesn’t perceive the warmth in your skin when he touches you, and never catches the pain in your eyes when he pulls away.
   He’s a deeply caring person, one of the things you most adore about him, and you know that he cares for you, but you’ve been pinned to the bottom of the friend-compartment from the moment you met, and he gives you no reason to think that that will ever change.
   You’ve known him for almost twenty years now, since you were a teenager, as your families have long standing ties. And they’ve all been years of pining and unfulfilled dreams, unable to give your heart to anyone else because, despite his disinterest, it won’t let him go.
   Like so many times before, you’re crashing in one of the Gutierrez’s guestrooms while you’re in town for work, unable to stay away even though you know you should. Even though seeing him somehow hurts as much as it comforts.    Everyone else is out today, it’s just the two of you, sitting in the couch and watching one of his favourite movies.
   As always, once the end credits start to roll, he dives into animated explanations of his favourite parts, dissecting the story and the technical brilliance of the production, highlighting what makes the film so enjoyable.    You don’t really hear it, even though you’re listening, just because you’ve heard it so many times before you could easily mimic him as he goes through it, but you don’t.
   It’s not the words that matter. It’s his passion that you’re listening to, and you’d happily sit and absorb it all day if you could, because it’s such a wonderful thing to hear.    Getting lost in the joyous vibrations of his voice, your mind wanders, conjuring your own movie to play out on the insides of your eyes, where you’re both the lead actors, and the only plot revolves around exploring one another’s bodies.
   You’re so engrossed in your fantasy that you don’t notice when he falls silent, as his voice continues to reverberate in your thoughts and in your heart. You don’t even notice the first few times his index finger gently digs into the skin of your shoulder, trying to bring you back to reality.    But you resist, because in the real world, he’s never gonna touch you the way he does in your dreams.
   “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” he teases, and you believe him. But you ignore it.
   Does he really not know how much you want him to poke you? How exclusively he has your undivided attention every time he’s in the same room as you?    Twenty years of this… how has he never seen it?
   True to his word, he keeps going, shifting the spot where his finger connects to you every few seconds, trying to find a ticklish area or just some spot that you can’t disregard.
   “Come on, Luz. Please, don’t ignore me.” he finally pleads, and your fantasy crashes away, because there’s a tinge of pain to his voice now, and you refuse to ever let him hurt because of you.
   It’s true that he causes you more pain than you’d ever thought possible, but he doesn’t even know that he is. None of it is his fault and you’d never try to punish him for it.    You meet his eyes with a practiced smile, soft and warm even though it never reaches your heart, designed solely for him, to put him at ease. It always works, as long as you don’t try to maintain it for more than a second.
   “Are you ever gonna tell me why you call me that?” you ask, grasping for the first thing that comes to mind, even though it’s a question you’ve asked countless times before.
   Daylight. You looked it up in a Spanish dictionary, years and years ago, after he’d first dubbed you with it, and it’s kept on puzzling you ever since then.    Because you can’t figure out if it means that he just thinks you’re a bright person, or if maybe he’s referring to your complete lack of interest in the nightlife scene.
   He’s always loved going out, to restaurants, clubs and bars and just being around happy people, and whenever you’ve been in town, he’s always begged you to come with him, and you’ve always refused.    Partly because your biological clock pretty much shuts your brain down around 11pm at the latest, no matter what, and partly because the thought of watching Javi dancing and flirting with other women, makes your lungs stop working.
   But no matter how many times you’ve asked him about the nickname, he’s never told you anything other than that he thinks it suits you.    He studies you for a beat, and then smiles in a carefully expectant way, making you think he’s got something up his sleeve.
   “Tell me what you were thinking about just now, when you were so far away, and I’ll tell you the truth about the name.” he offers, and your skin prickles.
   You never lie to him. You evade the truth sometimes, or distract him from demanding it, when you know that it won’t help him or might even hurt him, but you never open your mouth and outright deceive him.    But that’s what you’d have to do now, to pry this truth from him. This answer that you’ve wanted for so long.
   Or you could tell him. Let the truth spill and change your relationship forever. Because whether or not he’d tolerate your adoration, he would never look at you the same way, and you don’t know if you could live with that.    Then again, can you keep going like this? Endlessly pining for a love that will never be, forever alone with the relentless agony of ‘what if’?
   “I was thinking about you.” you start, unsure of how to say it, but finally resolved to somehow do it. “About… things I wish for. Dream about.”
   “Like what?” he challenges, and you feel yourself wanting to fall back into your usual avoidance, so instead, you mute your brain and crank the volume on your heart.
   “I love you, Javi. I dream about you, about us… together. I’ve been in love with you since we first met and it’s tearing me apart. I can’t keep doing this, keep muzzling my heart like some caged animal, and I know that it changes everything and I’m sorry!”
   He watches you with a pained set to his brow, as you let the words spill, and stays quiet when your head falls forward with the shame that grips you and makes it impossible to keep meeting his eyes.    You have no reason to be ashamed, your feelings are beyond your control, but it still burns through you with the familiar bitter aftertaste in your throat, as you wait for his judgement.
   “You are the light of my life.” his voice timidly declares into the deafening silence of the large room, trembling with strong emotions of his own. “Mi Luz. Mi amor…”
   Still too raw to meet his eyes, you reach a shaky hand towards him, blindly looking for something to hold on to, anything to keep you from crashing headfirst into denial, because how can that be true?    If he loved you, you would’ve seen it, you would’ve noticed, right?    Except…
   ‘Twenty years of this… how has he never seen it?’
   Suddenly you feel so stupid.    You never let him see it, and because of that, he never dared to show you either.    Every invitation, every hopeful smile that this would be the time that you accepted and gave him a chance to show you, now floods your mind and makes you realize what each one of your refusals would’ve looked and felt like to him.
   “Javi… I’m so sorry.” you croak, finally lifting your head to look at him, even though you’re terrified of what you’ll see. Terrified that you’ve both somehow managed to hurt each other too badly for love to have enough room.
   But he’s smiling. Teary-eyed and flustered, but smiling so brightly as he takes your hand from his thigh, where you’d apparently grabbed him in your attempt to ground yourself, and lifts it to his cheek instead.    His face smooths and his eyes fall shut in blissful serenity, and he’s so beautiful that you wanna cry.
   But you’ve shed so many tears for him already, all of them born of pain, that you push the feeling aside and instead pull him to you, begging for the closeness you’ve dreamed of all this time, as you carefully press your lips to his.    He melts into you, ever so slowly taking over this intimate moment, until he’s got you pinned underneath him on the couch, ready to make all your dreams come true.
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Thank you for reading, and feel free to criticize, I’m always looking to learn and grow as a writer.
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Aly’s Pedro Pascal (and Characters) Masterlist:
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Pedro Pascal:
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Joel Miller:
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Javier Peña:
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Frankie Morales:
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Dieter Bravo:
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babydin · 1 year
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merz-8 · 3 months
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that fanfiction monster cock that y'all be talking about has taken over my life and brain like cordyceps. how am i supposed to live, laugh, love under these conditions?
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janaispunk · 25 days
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masterlist
so... i had the (insane) idea to go through all of my fic recs and to put them into one gigantic list. i don't want to talk about how long this took me BUT here we are! this list is gonna work like an archive, and going forward i'll be doing weekly fic recs (also linked down below).
please check the tags and warnings on each fic! if you enjoyed a fic, please show the writer some love <3
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joel miller series
joel miller oneshots - part 1
joel miller oneshots - part 2
joel miller oneshots - part 3
javier peña series
javier peña oneshots
dave york series
dave york oneshots
frankie morales series
frankie morales oneshots
din djarin series
din djarin oneshots
dieter bravo series
dieter bravo oneshots
marcus pike series
marcus pike oneshots
ezra series
ezra oneshots
jack daniels series
jack daniels oneshots
max phillips series
max phillips oneshots
oberyn martell oneshots
javi gutierrez oneshots
tim rockford oneshots
comandante veracruz oneshots
lucien flores oneshots
clint oneshots
march fic recs part 1 & part 2
weekly fic recs
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dividers by @saradika-graphics <3
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umadosedepascal · 4 months
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O U C H | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | PART VII
Written by Santa Trindade
Banner by @missyorkswhore
Made in Brazil
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Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader
Summary: You are at the Golden Globes and meet Pedro over there, he didn’t win unfortunately but still, he is a winner in bed.
wc: 4.1k
rating/warnings: [Smut][Semi public sex] [unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f][Pedro injured] [sex on bathtub] [elevator][Pedro a little dom] [spanking ass] [Hold neck] [Curse words ][nipple play] [making out inside the car][Pedro speaks spanish]
a/n: My fellow followers, we are fast. I know. Pedro does help us imagine these kind of situation EASILY! just because he is HOT, even wearing an arm sling (poor baby). And yes, he is our slut winner always! More to come for the Emmys! 😘 please consider reposting, let’s spread it fucking hard! 🤘🏻
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This Sunday was certainly one of the busiest since the year began, you arrived early at the salon to do hair, makeup and nails, it took you a long time to choose the best dress and perfect shoes for the Golden Globes.
Despite being a little cold in Los Angeles, you got a long dress with a naked back and slit in your left leg, perfect shoes, jewelry and hair, you were finally ready for the event.
The traffic of Los Angeles is always chaotic and today it would be no different, otherwise it is worse, there are so many cars, photographers and people. The driver goes near the entrance of the Bervely Hilton hotel, and as soon as you enter you already meet some friends and acquaintances. Your assistant is always pulling you, saying that you have little time as you walked towards the red carpet.
You give some interviews and as soon as you finish your interview with Vanity Fair, you turn around and see Pedro telling a reporter that he is injured because he fell, he hasn't seen you yet.
Pedro goes out in line for the red carpet photos, You are six people behind him, but even from afar you can see how beautiful he looks, black shirt with white details, black pants and equally black boots, you give a giggle when you see that he matched the arm sling with the clothes.
It's your turn to pose for the paparazzi, you position yourself behind the wall, look to your left and see that he is still taking pictures, talking, and even about the countless flashes, you feel his gaze on you.
You smile at the photographers and get close to Pedro, he opens a smile when he sees you, saying your name and extending his hand, pulling you close to him. He immediately puts his hand on your back, feeling your naked skin, his index finger makes small circles on your back while he talks to the man in front of you, you can barely understand what they talk about, it's so much noise and your mind focused only on the feeling of his finger playing with your skin.
Pedro's conversation ends, he pulls you by giving you a kiss on the cheek quickly while saying "See you later" giving a wink, he goes inside with his agent.
Your table is opposite to Pedro's, but you can still see him from where you are. During the awards your eyes meet each other, even from a distance.
He always smiling despite being hurt, he talks excitedly to everyone, with each winner who passes he gets up and greets.
You are so anxious to see him take the stage and receive the prize he deserves.
You already in your third Moet glass, and they finally announce the nominees for best drama actor, when they announce Pedro's name, you can't contain yourself, you get up and cheer for him, as if you were alone in your room in front of him, pleasuring him in the best way, whether about acting or how he fucks you until he leaves you breathless.
Unfortunately he does not win the category, so an idea comes to your mind, you are convinced that you will give him the best night ever.
Even after the defeat, Pedro doesn't stop smiling, you take your phone and send him a message "You are much bigger than any prize dear, let me show you that later?"
It takes a few minutes for him to see message, you look towards his table and giggle when you see him getting in the way holding his phone with only one hand, he puts the phone on his lap and types, a few seconds later his answer arrives, you feel your hands sweaty, a twink in your stomach when reading "I confess that I'm not happy about it, but now I'm very curious about how you will convince me that I'm worthy for you"
You bite your lip as you read and look at him, even a few meters away, you feel that brown sea on his eyes burning you, you just blink and raise your glass in a silent toast.
A few more awards are delivered, speeches are made, and you almost feel bad for not paying so much attention, almost. Your thoughts are in Pedro, hoping that everything ends soon for you to leave, and from what you look towards him, Pedro is not very different from you, his fingers hitting the table, playing with the glass between his fingers.
Finally the last prize is announced and delivered, everyone gets up, celebrating, lamenting. You dodge the invitations to the after party, claiming to have to wake up early for work, you go towards Pedro's table, he is taking some pictures with other people, you stand still finishing your last glass of champagne waiting anxiously to get his attention.
As soon as the last photo is taken, Pedro turns to you, that smile that only he has, stretching out his hand he says excitedly "Shall we go to the after party?" Your smile weakens at the time, you feel a twinge of disappointment, but you try miserably to disguise it, agreeing with your head, he laughs loudly and says "I got you! Come on, let's go to the car, I told you we're leaving" Pedro holds your hand and goes towards the exit, we stop a few times to greet some acquaintances, but Pedro always uses the same excuse -my arm is killing me, I forgot my medicine at home, sorry, next time I will-
Pulling you by the free hand, he always looks at me in the corner, bites his lip trying to hold a smile.
Pedro opens the car door to me and says softly with a shy smile "Can we go to your house tonight?".
You open your eyes and try to remember if everything is tidy and clean at your apartment, after all you remember isn’t that bad. "You got it! I have frozen pizza and beers" he laughs waving his head and raises his eyebrow, you get in the car and Pedro sits next to you, he puts his hand on your thigh and gently smoothes up and down, You look at his face and see him staring at you, eyes so expressive. His hand goes up until he finds the lace of your panties, he releases a cough while looking at the driver who is focused on traffic. You open your legs a little giving him more access to your pussy, you feel his middle finger go up and down pressing your clit, you look at him scared and say softly while you pretend to fix your earring "Are you crazy? El conductor lo verá"
He laughs and points with his head to the button next to you near the window "Press" he says, I press and then a black glass part rises between us and the driver.
Pedro raises his hand to your face, pulling you for a kiss, his lips taste like some strong drink, he sucks your tongue, bites your lower lip and whispers in your ear
"You can't even imagine how much I was waiting to put my hand under this dress." You open your legs, putting one on top of his, giving yourself to whatever he wants.
Pedro plays with the fabric of the dress, until you feel his fingers rub your clit over your panties. You close your eyes feeling him press his finger while his mouth says dirty things in your ear, you let out an involuntary moan, Pedro looks at you and tells you to be quiet, you smile and disguise.
You notice something in his hand that is bandaged, you bend to see and his nails have some kind of sticker, he laughs as you stretch his fingers and read _OUCH_
“What is this Pedro?!” You ask laughing, he answers between laughs "did you like it?"
We both laughed, you say yes, that you loved it, you take your hand out of his and slide on his head, your fingers wrapping in his curls, doing a massage, Pedro moans softly enjoying the massage. You watch his face, eyes closed, mouth slightly open while delighting in the massage, until you stop the movements opens his eyes staring at me. He is no longer smiling, neither you are, the atmosphere has changed, the car seems to heat up, you bring your lips closer to theirs while your other hand squeezes his thigh, going up to his groin, the tip of your nail circling the bulge that begins to harden. Pedro doesn't move, he just accepts your touches, you raise your hand until you find his belt, you open it and pull the zipper down, the only movement he makes with his body and raise his hips to give you access. You slide your hand in and feel his hot cock, you squeeze it and he moans throwing his head back. You raise your hand to the waistband of his boxers and run your index finger through the wet head with pre cum, he lets out a low swear word, when he sees you take his finger on your lips and suck it.
The car stop and you see that you are in front of your place.
Pedro stretches his hand over his thigh, adjusting the pants that shows his cock completely hard, you help him fix his belt and he gets out of the car. He extend his hand to you, you hold it firmly and leave, you take the keychain inside your bag, but it is so difficult to find the right one, because your brain freezes when you feel Pedro so close to your back, his hand playing with your hair, his fingers going up your back to the shoulders where he gently slide his nails, you hum
"This way we won't even get past the elevator Jose" he lets out a low giggle whispering a sorry.
As soon as you enter the hall, you press the elevator button and you feel that it is the twelve longest seconds of your life, the two of you looking closely at the elevator display, the tension is palpable, you look without blinking at the decreasing numbers _19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10_ you count down mentally and when the ten arrives, you feel Pedro hold your nape tightly, pulling you until you back hits his chest, he runs his nose through your shoulder until he reaches your jaw, where he licks and bites gently
"If that fucking elevator takes five more seconds to open, I swear to God I'll fuck you on that table over there, after all I haven't won my trophy yet" he says that and turns your neck to the side, making you see the little table where the flowers in the hall are.
The elevator warns you that it is on the ground floor scares you, your heart accelerates, you look at Pedro who is still so close to your face and just nod your head towards the elevator door.
As soon as you enter, you press number 24, when the doors close, you ask Pedro to hold your bag, he holds and stares at you, you lean your back against the elevator wall and squat a little and putting your hand under your dress - thank God the side slit helped me - you take off your panties and when tou get up you find his eyes looking at you and looking for cameras in the elevator, you giggle and approach to get your bag while knead your panties in your hand and put them in his front pocket.
Pedro doesn't say anything, the growl that comes out of his throat speaks more than a thousand words.
The elevator warns tou that you are on the right floor, but you still need to look for the key inside the bag.
“Key, right?” He says while you search my bag
_God, I had them in my hand a few minutes ago_
Pedro pushes you against the wall, at the same time he slides his fingers on your lips making you open them, he puts two fingers in your mouth and makes you suck it, he takes out his fingers and holds your chin, making you raise your face more towards him, giving you a quick kiss, he slides his fingers wet with your saliva inside the slit of your dress, his fingers rubbing your clit, sticking two fingers in your pussy.
You let out a low moan and then kiss, your left hand on his chin smoothing his beard while the other still looks for a key inside the bag.
His fingers in and out of you, you suck his lip and move away, interrupting the kiss you raise my hand, shaking the key between your fingers
“Found it!”
He laughs and takes his fingers out of you, and takes it to his lips, sucking. You open the door, Pedro pulls you towards your room, which he is already familiar with, he sits on your bed, takes your panties out of his pocket and extends it to his side and says:
“You did this, can you take off my clothes as well?”
Without thinking, you approach him, you knee down and start with the boots and socks, never breaking eye contact.
You are between his legs and drag your hands until you find his belt, unbuckle and slowly open a button, stop and look at him, as if asking for permission
"Yeah babe, like this" he says with a smile on his face, you open the other button and open the zipper. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants and pull his pants so slowly that you can feel the anxiety in the air.
You throw his pants to the side and see how hard he is, you slide your hands over his underwear, his cock is pulsating and hot, kneeling in front of him, you bring your face closer to his cock and run your tongue over his underwear following the entire length, feeling the moisture in the fabric.
Pedro sighs and looks up, murmuring something you don't even understand, you just feel his left hand grabbing your hair, letting out a growl he tells you to get up and sit on his lap. You get up and when you put your hand on the zipper of the dress to take it off, Pedro interrupts me
"Deja el vestido puesto!"
You put one leg on each side of his hip, Pedro moans low when he feels your wet pussy in contact with his thigh, you feel his hand squeezing your nape again, you smile at him while your hands play with the details of the shirt he wears.
"You are so wet babe" without answering you just kiss, your lips touch each other first softly, you feel tickled when the mustache he rubs against your skin, his hand loosens the grip on your hair and slowly goes down your back, the kiss goes wide, you bite his lower lip, pulling between his teeth and licking when releasing,
Pedro never moves his hand away from your body, you feel his thigh press your pussy, you rub yourself feeling the few hairs on his leg in contact with your swollen clit and in need of touch, Pedro lowers his hand to your hip, pulling you down while raising his thigh, you release a moan in his mouth, so what he says is enough for your body to know that he is in complete abstinence "Ride on my thigh... enjoy rubbing against me" Pedro lies on the bed, wearing only his shirt and underwear, you put your hands on his chest and you start rubbing slowly. Pedro doesn't take his eyes off yours, his hand is still on your hip encouraging me to speed up the movements, leading me.
You throw your head back, feeling a heat take over your body, you feel the orgasm rise in your stomach, your clit pulsating, feeling his thigh slide easily in your excitement.
"Come on babe give me, I want to feel you" Pedro begs and squeezes your breast over the dress, you rub harder feeling your orgasm wet his whole thigh "Oh my god Pedro please"
"Yeah babe like that ride me like that" you moan his name, you murmur things that you don't even know what they mean, as soon as you feel your body calm down you open your eyes and there they are, those brown eyes burning me, eqting you alive. You get out of his thigh, dragging you down until you get on your knees on the floor, Pedro runs two fingers on his wet thigh and moans while licking his fingers, as if you were his favorite dessert.
He leans on his left elbow and stares at you you run your nails through his legs, reaching the waistband of his boxers, and before pulling you look him in the eyes and say softly
"Let me demonstrate how important you are my dear"
You slowly pull his undies, his cock jumps hitting his tummy, drops of pre cum flooding his cock head.
You hold his cock by the base and make slow movements from the bottom up, watching the fat drops of pre cum accumulate, wetting your fingers. Without taking your eyes off his eyes you put his cock in your mouth and make circles with the tip of your tongue, cleaning his excitement, you put it in your mouth until you feel the tip of his cock hit your throat, extending your hands and stroke his tummy inside his fancy shirt.
"Help me get this out" you let go of his cock and get up, carefully opening the velcro of his arm sling, you help him take off his shirt throwing it to the side where his clothes turn to a pile. Pedro pulls you making you ride on his lap, you feel his cock hit against your clit, you put your hand between your bodies and holding his cock by the base you fit into your pussy and sit, feeling every inch of it inside you.you both moan loudly, you stand still and help put the arm sling again
"I want you to be safe babe" he laughs and squeezes your ass and moves his hips up entering deeper into you, you push him to lie down and lean over him, gluing your lips to his you bounce on his cock for a while.
"Take off that dress" he says. You get up and pull the side zipper of your dress, Pedro calls you with his fingers and asks you to lie on the bed, he kneels between your legs and stroke your thighs, your belly, circling your nipples.
"I won tonite anyways" he says as he holds his cock by the base and rubs it against your clit.
Pedro slides his cock inside you slowly, taking advantage of every inch, while smoothing the side of your thigh threatening to snap you stretch your hands and scratch his thick thighs.
You feel his nails scratch your thigh and soon the burning of the slap "Come on babe take me all" you push your hips against his, the only sound in the room is your breaths with low moans.
Pedro slides his hand down your neck, squeezing and down until he finds your nipples, he squeezes and rotates between his fingers, making you squeeze his cock with your pussy "fuck Pedro, please I need more" he stop moving, he just keeps looking at me raising an eyebrow while squeezing your nipple between his fingers
"Do you need more? "And giggles
You slide your foot on his tummy pushing him away, you kneel on the bed getting face to face with him, you lick and bite every piece of skin you find, you jerking him off, feeling your fingers get wet with pre cum and your excitement
"On all fours my little bitch" he orders with a slap on your ass, you turn around getting your face pressed against the mattress, you feel Pedro's hand stroke your ass, and then the sound of a slap echoes through the room next to your moan, another slap and you hear him squat, then his lips are in your pussy, his tongue entering you like a cock, he moans against your pussy, making you feel the vibrations of his hoarse voice.
Before getting up you feel his saliva dripping through your pussy, another slap on your ass and you feel his cock hitting your clitoris, rubbing you hard, he moans and curses not being able to have both hands free, Pedro sticks his whole cock into your pussy, taking a loud moan from both of you.
"Fuck Pedro don't fucking stop please" he trust hard, you feel another orgasm forming, his skin hitting against you, his hand passing through your back, scratching your skin.
"Touch your clit, give me one more babe one fucking more" you put your hand in the middle of your legs and it doesn't take many movements to cum on his cock, you feel yourself explode, making you scream the name of Pedro.
"Fuck babe I'm going to fill your pussy" Pedro speed up the movements, his left hand squeezing your hip hard, you feel hot jets of cum flooding your pussy, Pedro moaning your name while slapping your ass a few more times
"Your pussy is milking me you fucking bitch" Pedro throws himself next to you on the bed, breathing with difficulty, he looks at you and laughs and now you realize that he didn't even take off his glasses, the disheveled hair gives an extremely unique look. Him.
"Fuck the awards" he says laughing, panting, you kiss him and say softly
"More awards to come Pedrito, relax" he smiles stretching his hand and slapping you in the ass
"I will win them all! Let's go to the shower"
Pedro stares at you as you undo the velcro of his arm sling “What?" He just smiles saying that out of nowhere, the bathtub is almost full, you enter and feel your feet thank the hot water, you sit down and call him, he approaches and sits behind you, pulling you to have your back glued to his chest, you put your head between his neck and shoulder, stretching your right hand while you play with his hair.
You feel his left hand playing with your nipples, slowly going down yourbelly until you find my clit.
"Hmmm I'm still not happy I need more awards" he says this and puts his leg under yours, making it almost impossible for you to close your legs, the middle and index finger draw circles through your clit, in and out his finger inside you. You tilt your head more looking for his lips, kissing him while you release moans every time you feel him put two fingers inside your pussy.
"I want you to hold my cock with that beautiful hand and put it in that tight little pussy and ride me "
Every word he said was a thrust of his fingers inside you, you turn around and sit on his lap, holding his cock with your right hand, Pedro doesn't wait a second and is already pushing myou down to bury himself inside you. Pedro sucks and bites your nipples, climbs his tongue until he finds your lips, his hand holding your ass tigh, guiding how he wants me to roll.
"Fuck, you're so hot, that pussy squeezes me so hard"
Your moan is loud, your nails scratch his shoulders, your lips meet the skin of his neck where you slide your tongue whispering in his ear how you love to feel his cock all inside you.
Pedro holds the back of your neck making you look into his eyes "Cum on my cock, squeeze me" you grind more feeling your clit rubbing on his lower belly, the orgasm growing inside you, your hands hold his shoulders tightly
"Fuck I'm going to cum"
His hand grabs my neck, squeezing hard as he orders "Now" your moans are weak due to the force he holds your neck, you feel your body tremble
"I'm going to fill your fucking pussy with cum, kiss me please" your kiss is desperate, your moans are loud, Pedro’s hand runs through your body desperate to touch every inch of your skin.
"Fuck, that was much better than any award" he speaks in the midst of laughter you kiss his shoulder and bury your face on his neck
"Always so good... Hmmm pizza and beers?" He laughs loudly and gives you a slow kiss.
"Fuck yeah pizza and beers!"
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beskarandblasters · 7 months
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An appreciation for the “small” fic writers
Hello! I wanted to create this rec for smaller fic writers (about 1,000 followers or less) because I know how it feels to be discouraged by the amount of notes you get and the amount of followers you have. So I made a post asking for your favorite small creators (including self recs you guys sent in and some of my favorites, too!) and here is that list! The banner is by the lovely theywhowriteandknowthings who I would mention here but they’re actually featured on the list below 👀🩷
Without further ado I present to you,
Some “smaller” Pedro Pascal writers listed in alphabetical order order along with what Pedro boys they write for! 🩷 (RPF about Pedro is not included)
@amanitacowboy - Javi P
@atticrissfinch - Joel & Javi P
@avastrasposts - Frankie
@beefrobeefcal - Frankie, Joel, Dave & Javi P
@bluestar22x - Din, Javi P, Pero, Javi G, Frankie, Tim, Marcus M, Marcus P, Joel & Whiskey
@bonezone44 - Joel & Ezra
@chaoticgeminate - Javi P, Javi G, Dieter, Pero, Frankie, Maxwell, Whiskey, Din, Marcus P, Marcus M, Zach & Mr. Ben
@cool-iguana - Din, Joel & Javi P
@coulsons-fullmetal-cellist - Dieter
@dark-scape - Joel
@decembermidnight - Din
@diversemediums - Javi P & Din
@frenchiereading - Frankie & Joel
@gmno-writes - Javi P, Din, Frankie, Joel, Dieter & Marcus P
@iamskyereads - Ezra
@idolatrybarbie - Frankie
@inthe-dark-tonight - Joel
@intheorangebedroom - Frankie
@ishabull - Marcus P & Din
@jenispunk - Joel
@julesonrecord - Joel, Whiskey, Ezra, Frankie & Dieter
@katareyoudrilling - Joel, Dave, Marcus P, Frankie, Javi P & Dieter
@kedsandtubesocks - Din, Javi P, Whiskey, Dieter & Marcus P
@kiwisbell - Javi P, Joel, Frankie, Din, Dave & Javi G
@ladamedusoif - Joel, Javi P, Mr. Ben, Din, The Thief & Ortega
@lahooozaherr - Din & Whiskey
@lincolndjarin - Din & Joel
@lovers-liability - Joel
@mandoisapunk - Din, Joel & Javi P
@milla-frenchy - Joel & Javi P
@missredherring - Tim, Pedro Across the Street, Oberyn, Maxwell, Marcus M, Marcus P, Joel, Frankie, Ezra, Din, Dieter & Whiskey
@mondaychildsworld - Din & Joel
@morallyinept - various Pedro boys, like pretty much all of them!
@ohforficsake - Frankie
@pamasaur - Joel
@pascalsbby - Joel, Whiskey, & Javi P
@penvisions - Joel, Frankie, Din & Javi P
@pimosworld - Frankie & Joel
@princessanglophile - Oberyn
@ramblers-lets-get-ramblin - Joel, Javi P & Frankie
@rhoorl - Dieter & Frankie
@romanarose - Joel & Frankie
@sin-djarin - Joel
@sirowsky - Joel, Javi P, Javi G, Frankie, Din, Marcus M, Marcus P, Pero & Dave
@secretelephanttattoo Joel, Marcus P, & Javi P
@sofasoap - Din
@sp00kymulderr - Javi P, Ezra, Marcus P, Joel, Dieter & Din
@stardustandskycrystals - Joel, Whiskey, Marcus M, Javi G, Dieter, Ezra & Javi P
@thelightsandtheroses - Dieter, Joel, Frankie & Javi P
@theywhowriteandknowthings - Din, Joel, Frankie, Javi P, Javi G, Dave, Dieter & Max
Part two!
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morallyinept · 8 months
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Here, you'll find extensive lists of all my favourite Pedro Pascal Character Fics, written by all the amazingly talented writers out there. Includes fics that I am currently reading/want to read in the future.
Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤 Support Your Writers! We get these incredible stories for free! They deserve all the re-blogs.
⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.
HAPPY READING! 🖤
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EZRA (PROSPECT)
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JOEL MILLER (THE LAST OF US)
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FRANCISCO 'CATFISH' MORALES (TRIPLE FRONTIER)
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JAVIER PEÑA (NARCOS)
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DAVE YORK (THE EQUALIZER 2)
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AGENT WHISKEY (KINGSMEN: THE GOLDEN CIRCLE)
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OBERYN MARTELL (GAME OF THRONES)
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DIETER BRAVO (THE BUBBLE)
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MARCUS PIKE (THE MENTALIST)
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MAX PHILLIPS (BLOODSUCKING BASTARDS)
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MAXWELL LORD (WONDER WOMAN 1984)
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DIN DJARIN (THE MANDALORIAN)
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JAVI GUTIERREZ (THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT)
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PERO TOVAR (THE GREAT WALL)
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COMANDANTE VERACRUZ (BURN NOTICE: THE FALL OF SAM AXE)
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MARCUS MORENO (WE CAN BE HEROES)
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SILVA (STRANGE WAY OF LIFE)
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DETECTIVE TIM ROCKFORD (MERGE MANSION)
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LUCIEN FLORES (THE UNINVITED)
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CLINT (FREAKY TALES)
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TED GARCIA (EDDINGTON)
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MISC. PEDRO CHARACTERS - MR BEN (SNL), WING PIT (SNL), JAY CASTILLO (RED WIDOW), NICO (HOUSE COMES WITH A BIRD), ZACH WELLISON (BROTHERS & SISTERS), DIO MORRISSEY (NYPD BLUE), SANTOS (DRIVE AWAY DOLLS), OMAR ASSARIAN (LIGHTS OUT) & THE THIEF (CASILLERO DEL DIABLO WINES).
PART 2 - SPECIAL AGENT ORTEGA (THE SIXTH GUN), PEDRO ACROSS THE STREET (CALLS), EDDIE THE FRESHMAN (BUFFY), MISS FLORES (SNL), FIRE MEET GASOLINE VIDEO CHARACTER, NATHAN LANDRY (THE GOOD WIFE), RICKY HAUK (TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL) & LIAM (NIKITA).
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KINKTOBER FIC RECS - PEDRO CHARACTER KINKTOBERS, FLUFFTOBERS, WINKTOBERS, WHUMPTOBERS, HAUNTED HOEDOWNS, COWBOYTOBERS, BANGATHONS, SEASONAL & SMUTSGIVING MASTERLISTS.
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FESTIVE FIC RECS PART 1, PART 2 & PART 3 - CHRISTMAS THEMED PEDRO BOY STORIES AND MASTERLISTS.
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TOP 25 FAVOURITE FICS OF 2023 - 25 FICS THAT I READ THIS YEAR THAT ARE MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE.
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VALENTINE'S FIC RECS - PART 1 & PART 2 - VALENTINE'S DAY THEMED STORIES.
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Your telling me Pedro Pascal is going to be in a new gory horror movie soon
Bitch- imma be the first one in the line to watch it I swear✋
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nerdieforpedro · 3 months
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Javier Gutierrez Masterlist
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Series:
Two Hearts by the Ocean (Javi Gutierrez x plus size OFC Abigail)
One Shots:
Can't win cariño
My Teddy Bear enjoys leather
Main Masterlist
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sirowsky-stories · 6 months
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Sirowsky's Double Whammy
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Welcome to the party!
Now, as mentioned, these stories are Halloween themed, but there's no horror involved. Based on the prompts you've chosen, I've ended up writing mostly sweet little stories, so expect nothing particularly scary. However: The 18+ Rating still applies!
I'm starting to post a few days early, because I realized that I'm gonna be very busy this coming week, so feel free to keep sending me Prompts if you get inspired.
This post will serve as the masterlist for these stories, so you'll be able to find it at the bottom of my overall Masterlist. Also, I've really tried to keep these short and easily digestible, so I hope nothing feels incomplete.
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Halloween Parade - Pero Tovar (DMTU) 825 words
Like Father, Like Son - Dieter Bravo 650 words
All Hallows Quarrel - Marcus Moreno 825 words
The Haunted Toaster - Javier Gutierrez 660 words
Grumpy Pumpkin - Pero Tovar 750 words
Temple of Love - Pero Tovar 1570 words
Recovery - Marcus Moreno 680 words
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As always, I have no taglist anymore. Follow @sirowsky-stories and turn on notifications and you will only be notified when I post new chapters/fics. I will make exceptions to anyone who finds this option troublesome, for some reason, but I do not guarantee that I'll remember to tag people, because I do not keep a list.
Beyond that; Thank you to everyone who reads my stories, and I reserve a special star in the sky for each one of you who comments or communicates in some other way, to tell me what you're thinking/feeling about what I've written! You are amazing and I love you ;D
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lincolndjarin · 2 months
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javi gutierrez x moviestar!reader - installment #1 of sparrow's spectacles
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main masterlist - other spectacles - kofi
summary : you were an up and coming actress, javi is your biggest fan, he'd do anything to have meet you.
word count : 3.9k
warnings, tags : dead dove do not eat, !! dark fic !! mdni 18+, noncon, stalker!javi, kidnapping, capture, stockholm syndrome, m&f masturbation, sex toys, briefly mentioned periods, exhibitionism, voyurism, so much internal thought processing regarding readers situation, briefly referenced suicide, reader is undescribed other than briefly being mentioned as young in her acting career, in my head she's late twenties, probs other tags i missed sorry. tldr: you have spent so much time with javi against your will that you unwillingly start fantasizing about him and give in to destructive urges in an attempt to escape him, everything is bad here.
a/n : is this stupid and probably bad? who knows, i have a terrible sense of self judgement lately so i'm just gonna post this and hope it's good. also can you tell that i blatantly stole the set from You LMAO. anyhow this is the first installment of my little 'horror' series. but it's less horror and more just odd little stories i wanted to write tbh
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Desk, bed, lamp, television, door, chair.
Desk, bed, lamp, television, door, chair.
Desk, bed, lamp, television, door, chair.
On days where you’re feeling particularly bored you list the things you can see. Unfortunately for you, your surroundings rarely change. Of course you could change that, if you asked him for something he’d give it to you, anything you wanted. Unless of course it was something he thought you could hurt yourself with or contact the outside world with. 
You didn’t often ask. 
Whenever you can have a conversation with him he always says the same thing. 
“If you stopped being so stubborn you might actually be happy.” 
“I would do anything for you.” “Then let me out.” “Anything but that.” 
“It’s not as terrible as you make it out to be. It isn’t an actual cage, it isn’t so bad.” 
So you don’t talk to him unless you have to. 
But some days you’re just so painfully, agonizingly, bored and you can’t help yourself. So you scream at him, or you pound on the unyielding plexiglass, or you hold your hand up against it, hoping he’ll touch the other side and you can briefly imagine yourself having physical contact with another human being. 
Sometimes you’ll even play his games. 
You’ll read the scripts he slides through the small square opening in the cage that can’t be more than a foot wide, and act out scenes with him simply because it gives you something to do and for fucks sake you’re desperate for something to do. It’s so easy to get caught up in him, if it wasn’t so easy you’d probably let yourself do it more often, thankfully, it’s so fucking scary. If you spend too much time in the box you’re worried that eventually you’ll forget that you aren’t a doll and you'll grow to like your box. So you do your damndest to maintain a wall between the two of you, but when that wall is glass it is destined to break eventually. So you scream and you fight until you get tired, and then you let the walls down as you rest, before returning to your struggle. And everytime you let the walls down they take longer to put back up. 
At the end of the day it never matters how you treat him, he loves you all the same. 
Even on days where you scream your throat raw and throw your furniture against the walls, if you ask him to get you takeout from your favorite restaurant, or watch a movie with you, he always will. You asked him about it once. Why didn't he just make you do what he wanted? Why didn’t he just make you obey? He had looked genuinely offended, as if he couldn’t believe you thought him capable of such a thing. 
And he told you that he loved you.
More than anything. 
That you were his most prized possession. 
That he would never do anything to hurt you, it would be like if he were angry and he threw a priceless vase, the only person it would hurt is himself. 
You had nodded as if he was making any sense and you’d turned back to the movie he’d picked out. 
You were a vase. 
You were a collectible. 
A priceless, collectable. He kept you in perfect condition and never took you out of the box. Not even to play with you himself. A small, rather demented part of you, is starting to wish that he would. Of course you don’t want him to force himself upon you, you aren’t that far gone. (Yet.) But it’s been so long since you’ve touched another person. You would give your left arm just to be held. If your calendar serves you well, it’s been just over two years since you last saw someone who wasn’t Javi. 
And Javi wouldn’t touch you. 
Not ever. You were too perfect to be defiled in such a way. He would sometimes hold his hand against the glass when you held up your own, he even kissed you through it once. (Although it had been rather awkward and neither one of you ever talked about it again.) But he never touched you. 
Sometimes you can’t help but wonder what would have happened if you’d met Javi in a social setting. He is rather handsome, and though you hate to admit it, when he isn’t leering he’s almost charming. 
Almost.
Everyday you slip further into the fantasy where Javi does something to break up the monotony. Is that his goal? To make you so desperate for human connection that you eventually snap and beg him to touch you? You shudder as you wonder how long that would take. After the first year you stopped wondering what would happen when he got bored of you. You know deep down that that will never happen. If anything his devotion  for you only continues to grow with each passing day. If it’s possible he probably loves you more now then he did at the start of your stay here. Despite everything he takes care of you, in his own strange sort of way. 
Like how he tracks your cycle, always making sure you have anything you need on those days. Sometimes he even knows it’s starting before you do, he’ll bring you baskets with blankets and candy and any other little trinket or gift he saw that made him think of you. 
Jewelry, little plush toys, and books. Anything to try and make you feel anything other than the misery that constantly loomed over you as you waited for his next visit. He never goes more than a few days without seeing you and he always apologizes when he does. He returns with your favorite shampoo or lotion to make it up to you, but it never really changes how you feel about him. It’s nice to fantasize a world in which you enjoy your only source of company but you’re careful to never let that fantasy bleed into reality. 
If he were actually your partner you’d have locked him down ages ago. A part of you knows that he doesn’t want that kind of relationship with you though. He doesn’t want a girlfriend, you’re much more than that. You’re more like a goddess in a cage to him than an actual human being. A beloved pet bird. It’s clear he feels something more than simple love for you. It’s a devotion, a conscious effort to worship you. 
You are to be kept in pristine condition. 
Of course that doesn’t mean he can’t look. 
Two and a half years. 
That’s how long it took for the looking to escalate into something more. You were watching a movie. 
50 First Dates
You had picked it out, Javi liked action movies but would never complain when you wanted to watch a rom-com. You were on your bed, curled up under the blankets in a hoodie and sweatpants. You haven’t worn makeup since he took you, you rarely brushed your hair, you never put much thought into your appearance, and Javi wouldn’t give you a mirror. 
You had one, a long time ago. Within the first week you’d smashed it, threatening to slit your own throat if he didn’t let you out. All that resulted in was you no longer being allowed to have breakables. Plastic cutlery and paper plates were wordlessly passed to you from that point forward.
You had been watching in silence, he sat on the couch outside the cage like he always did and it wasn’t until you heard a shuddering groan that you turned around to see him kneeling beside the cage, one hand pressed up against the glass, steadying himself, the other wrapped around his cock.  
You were frozen in place. 
What are you supposed to do in that situation? 
You watched, slack jawed as he took his time. His gaze made you feel naked, like he could see through the layers of blankets and baggy clothing. 
He had looked you in the eye when he finished. Briefly staring wide eyed before his eyes squeezed shut and with a long, drawn out moan and a strained cry of your name. His cum painted the glass and before you could form any sort of response he was already stuffing himself back into his pants and standing. You want to say something, anything. Something to hold him accountable for what he just did, but you can’t think of anything, and he’s already leaving. 
Before you can even blink he’s gone, without so much as a glance in your direction. And you’re left alone, in the lamp light, unable to escape the sight of his filth on the glass. Covering your head with a blanket as you waited for it to be late enough for the power to cut out and leave you in a safe, and comfortable darkness. 
A part of you hoped that the white speckles would be gone when you woke up but you weren’t that lucky. 
You faced away from that wall, with your head buried in a book until you looked at the clock and knew it was almost time to face him again. When he returned he had an aura of shame around himself, his arms were full of grocery bags and his eyes were red rimmed and teary. 
“I’m so sorry- I just- I love you so much, I don’t know what came over me.” If this was a normal relationship and the two of you had maybe gotten into an argument or something you would have forgiven him. After all he looked genuinely remorseful as he stared at you, going through the bags before setting down several takeout containers with labels you recognized. He had gone out and gotten all your favorites. Your favorite fast food place, as well as a high end chinese restaurant you loved for special occasions, and a clear plastic case with a slice of your favorite flavored cake from a small bakery near your apartment that you frequented. (You’d never asked him to get you anything from there before, you’d never even mentioned the place to him.) 
Through his mumbled apologies he set down your favorite bubble tea flavor and a water bottle. 
He had passed everything to you through the opening in the cage with trembling hands as he sniffled. Once you had everything he sprayed the drying remnants of his release with Windex, pulling several paper towels off the roll and wiping it until it was as if it never happened. By the time he was finished his cheeks were red and big tears rolled down his face. 
“Hey, it’s okay.” Before you can stop yourself you’re comforting him, as if he’s the victim in this situation. 
“It’s not okay, I don’t want you to think that that’s why you’re here.” He mumbles sadly, letting his forehead hit the glass. Through your disgust for your own words you sense something else.
Opportunity. 
The only chance you’re going to get for escape involves him unlocking the door. Something he hasn’t done since he put you in here in the first place. You’ve tried in the past. Not often, there weren’t very many chances, you had everything you needed here, running water and a bathroom, any other sustenance was provided by him through the little opening. There was so rarely an opportunity, and when there were he always anticipated your plans before you got to put them into motion. But you’ve never tried deception. You think you would have, considering you’re an actress but it had never crossed your mind until just now. You can’t half ass this though. If you decide to do this you will get one chance to do it right. 
Go big or go home. 
“No really, it’s okay. It’s sort of… flattering.” His face drops the second you say it and regret starts creeping in. You’re going to die here. He’s going to keep you here until the day you die and no one will ever know what happened to you. A young starlight, taken out in her prime. 
“It’s not, it’s disgusting.” He tosses the paper towels away, sniffling to himself as he stands with his hands clasped in front of him, swaying anxiously back and forth. You take a seat on your bed across from him, fighting the urge to put your hand on the glass. You don’t want to lay it on too thick, he’ll see right through that. 
“It’s fine, it’s- it’s natural.” You’re struggling to find the right words that make it feel real. At one point you were a rather talented actress but you’re out of practice. “Seriously. Especially from you. It’s really sweet.” Fuck, are you doing too much?
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he chews his lip as he stares at you, you can tell he’s skeptical. He should be. You so rarely speak to him and when you do it’s never to be kind. 
“Actions speak louder than words.” 
Someone said that in a movie Javi picked, you had sat and let him read the scene to you afterwards. 
He wants an actress, you can give him that. You can perform, as long as that’s all it is. If it’s a performance you can keep your wall up. You stumble off the bed, your legs feeling like jelly as you pull open the drawer on your nightstand. 
This plan feels stupider by the minute but you need to commit.
He didn’t gift you sex toys the way he did with other little things to make you happier. But they were always just sort of there. In their original packaging, shoved in your nightstand drawer with a few batteries he’d left as well, they’d been here when you woke up in the cage. You doubt you’ll be able to relax enough to do this without a little help, and you have to be convincing. If you aren’t believable he’s unlikely to trust you in the future. If you fuck this up now you’ll never get another chance. 
It’s a pale pink rabbit. You’d probably never buy something like it for yourself, it looks… expensive. The silicone is smooth against your fingers as you rip open the packaging, twisting the base open to pop in two batteries. Rushing in an attempt to not lose your nerve. When you gather your courage you risk a glance up at him, just fast enough to watch his tongue dart out and wet his lips.
So he does want this. 
Good. 
Pressing the button on the toy makes it buzz to life.  
Okay. 
This isn’t so bad. It’s just masturbating, if you do this for him you can take advantage of the obvious attraction he has for you. Even if it doesn’t work immediately, eventually this ends with him letting you out, or at the very least letting himself in, which is all you need. 
So you get back into bed, and you lean on a stack of pillows before really focusing on him. 
And you ask him the question he didn’t bother to ask you.
“Is this okay?” You hope the trembling in your voice comes off as endearing. 
His throat bobs as he nods. Maybe he doesn’t mind that you’ve been laying it on a little thick. Maybe you’ve denied him your affections for so long that he doesn’t want to risk rejecting any advance from you. No matter how out of the blue it seems/.
You push your sweats down to your ankles before kicking them off the bed. No time for embarrassment or regret now, if he senses hesitation none of this will be worth it. He’s moved to be sitting on the couch directly outside the cage now. His knees pressed together as he sits with his hands in his lap, looking almost comically polite. 
No sense putting off the inevitable. 
It’s been a while, there’s a camera in the corner of the cage so you don’t masturbate often, and when you do it’s late at night, once the lights are off and you can hide under your blanket. You can’t do that now though, that would defeat the purpose. 
You leave the toy off as you shove it down the front of your panties. Pressing the soft head of it against your slit, finding it surprisingly easy to tease your entrance with it. 
Are you wet? 
It’s been a while, that’s why. 
Javi certainly hasn’t wasted any time. If he were sitting any closer he’d be fogging up the glass, his hand is shoved down his pants, his face already flushed red. His usual rigid posture is lost as he leans back into the couch cushions, refusing to tear his eyes off of you. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth you push the toy into you, holding back a gasp as you swallow. At least it feels sort of good. Good enough to make you wish you’d swallowed your pride and used this before today. 
Your body moves instinctually as your free hand reaches forward to push your panties down and turn the vibe on in one motion, the silicone attachment pressing against your clit as you press the toy deeper into your pussy. It’s a little too easy to relax suddenly. Javi now slowly strokes himself, his cock in his hand, looking painfully hard as he squeezes the base of his shaft, almost as if he’s scared of blowing his load too soon. 
Good. 
The less time it takes the better. 
At least that’s what you tell yourself as you angle the toy, letting the tip of it brush against your g-spot and drawing an authentic moan from you. Fighting the urge to cover your mouth in surprise, you repeat the motion. The combination of sensations making your toes curl and your back arch into the mattress. 
“Fuck-” Your voice catches in your throat, your fingers twitch against the button to turn the vibrations up a level. 
Once you find your rhythm it’s easy to forget about the nerves and what’s at stake. It’s easy to get lost in the sensation and the sight of Javi shuddering as he gasps. It’s easy to focus on the attractive parts of him for a brief moment, to make things easier. And it’s easy to wonder if his cock would feel better than the toy that hums and makes your body tense up deliciously. 
It’s actually terrifying how easy it is. 
It’s enough to make you horrified for just a split second. He wasn’t lying when he said you could be happy if you stopped fighting. Twisted into the pleasure you’re feeling is something else. Relief. Relief for the peace you find when you stop fighting him. You could feel this good all the time if you wanted, you and Javi could have your favorite food for dinner, you could watch your favorite movies, and act out your favorite scenes. 
You could feel good. 
You could have nights like these where you watch him jerk off his pretty, thick cock and know that someone loves you enough to take care of you like this. You could let him buy you pretty things and toys that make you feel so so so good. 
And that thought terrifies you. 
If you stayed in this cage you would eventually become entirely complacent. 
It might not be tomorrow, or next week, or next year, but eventually.
You will be happy to flutter about your cage once you’ve forgotten how to fly. 
His pretty little bird. 
It’s your orgasm that snaps you out of that living nightmare. You hadn’t even realized you’d still been fucking the toy, pleasuring yourself to that little daydream. This wasn’t a good idea and you shouldn’t have done it but it’s too late for that now especially when you’re groaning out his name as you remove the still buzzing toy, now slick with your wetness. Javi’s eyes are wide as he clearly can’t hold back any longer as he dirties his shirt and pants with his own release. 
As you quickly reach for the toy, turning it off, you pull your panties up in a hurry. Maybe you should push your luck and ask him to come into the cage now. A sense of dread is settling in your stomach as you realize that you can’t be here much longer, who knows how quickly you’ll crumble if you keep letting yourself do this. It’s best to make this a swift process where you don’t have any more time to sink into the hell that is acceptance of these four glass walls. 
You’re about to do it. About to tell him that he should join you, that it would feel better for the both of you if he was in the cage as well but you don’t get a chance to as he zips his pants back up.
“Go to bed, when you’re asleep I’m gonna leave you a gift.” He stands abruptly, giving you a reassuring smile before pressing his hand up to the glass. You don’t hesitate to crawl up the length of the bed and press your own to his, it’s brief but you can feel the connection here. 
This is just the beginning. 
After today you’ll put more effort in. You’ll make it happen and you’ll make it happen fast. You can put the time and effort in, it’s not like you have anything better to do. You’ll convince him that it’s real before you lose yourself entirely and when the day finally comes where he opens the door you won’t waste the opportunity. 
You’ll leave your room. 
You can figure out the logistics of it later but for now you take the sleeping pill he slides through the opening every night he visits. You don’t usually take it but you need sleep and this will be easier if he thinks you’re compliant. With a sip of your drink the little pill goes down and your eyes close. 
And you dream that you’re a bird, flying through a blue sky.  
You sleep better than you ever have before in the cage. 
Until you wake, the lamp being on is the only indicator you have that it’s daytime. Your hair stands on end as you sit up. He was here. Things have been moved, little things, noticeable things. Your empty drink is tossed in the bin and it smells of cleaning supplies. He doesn’t ever come inside the cage, that goes against everything he tells you. Your head is spinning as you try to figure out what’s different. How long were you out? The pills have never made you feel this fuzzy before on the rare occasions that you’ve taken them, you do your best to focus but it’s difficult when everything’s so muddled. So you do the one thing you know will clear your head and you list the things you see. 
Desk, bed, lamp, television, chair.
Something’s wrong, different. 
He said he was going to give you a gift. What the fuck did he do? Did he leave it in here? Was it too big to fit through the opening? Is that why he came into the cage? 
You don’t catch it immediately, but there is a note taped to the inside of the glass. 
I knew you’d learn to be happy : ) 
See you tonight.
Love, Javi 
You look back around the room, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Desk, bed, lamp, television, chair.
Desk, bed, lamp, television, chair.
Desk, bed, lamp, television, chair.
Oh. 
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Pedro claims he injured his arm by falling.
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