A collection of one-shots featuring various Pedro Pascal characters. Including: Din Djarin, Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Pike, Dave York, Javi Gutierrez, Oberyn Martell, Jack "Whiskey" Daniels, and Max Phillips. Most contain expl...
summary: Javi is nervous at the premiere of his new movie, and you know just what will make him feel better.
rating: Explicit (18+ This is smut. Unprotected p in v, oral sex (m receiving), semi-public sex, creampie, Javi begging, established relationship)
word count: 1.4k+
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Javi was nervous, very nervous.
You were at the premiere of the movie for the first script he'd completed, the story finally being brought to life. After the success of his film with Nic Cage, there was a demand for more from him, and he'd gotten the greenlight, Nic graciously producing and, to Javi's shock and delight, starring.
It had been a few years since the business with his cousin, and his life had changed so much. Things hadn't worked out with Gabriela and had ended amicably. He'd met you in line for a marathon screening of Nicolas Cage's top three movies (Face/Off, Moonstruck, Leaving Las Vegas) that Javi had flown to Los Angeles to watch. The two of you had talked at length about your shared love of cinema, and sparks flew. You sat together, got food after, and spent the night and the whole weekend with each other.
That had been over a year ago, and he'd moved to California for his new career and to be with you, the two of you moving in together soon after and happily dating ever since.
He was pacing in the theater lobby, only stopping when people started talking to him, and instead, he'd fidget. You hugged his arm to try and ground him, his hand immediately holding you against him as he spoke to the others.
Javi looked handsome in his black tux, and his curls brushed back.
There was the announcement that the movie was starting, and the lobby started emptying as everyone went inside the auditorium, Javi not moving.
You needed to make him feel better, he just sometimes got so caught up in his head, and you knew he was on edge over how his movie would be received. An idea sprang to mind, and you smiled to yourself.
"Do you want to go in?" You asked, looking at him.
He turned his head to meet your gaze, swallowing hard.
"Can we sit in the back?" He frowned.
"Actually," you said. "I have a better idea." You grabbed his hand and pulled him down a hallway towards the restrooms before stopping at a door with a keypad lock. You looked around, making sure no one would see you both.
"What are we doing, mi vida?" He asked.
"You'll see," you replied. Pressing some numbers, the light turning red. You tried another set, and it went green. "Yes!" You whispered, pushing the door open and tugging him inside, feeling on the wall for a light switch and hitting it, revealing a storage room with spare seats, cleaning supplies, and other things to maintain the theater.
