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: What your boyfriend Javier Peña is like when you're on your period.
rating: Explicit (Period sex! Blood, Soft Javier Peña, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie, come eating, multiple orgasms, praise, spanking, Javier being a really good boyfriend, kinda horny sickfic, talk of periods, Javi in grey sweatpants, feelings)
word count: 3.3k+
a/n: Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Learning to Live series.
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You'd been dating a week shy of a month when your period started.
Javier knew something was wrong the moment you opened your apartment door.
You were dressed in an oversized shirt and some shorts, Javi frowning when he took in the tired look on your face.
"What's wrong, Cielito?" He asked as he came into the apartment, hand holding a bag of takeout from your favorite taco place, El Mercadito.
You closed the door and locked it, Javi moving into your space, his free hand touching your forehead and checking your temperature.
"Are you sick?" He asked, concern etched in his brow, not feeling a fever.
You waved away his question.
"No, no, just my period."
Relief washed over him, his hand cupping your jaw, as his eyes softened.
"Need anything?" He asked. "Pain killers? That chocolate you like from the grocery store? Something... else? Anything?"
"God, chocolate sounds amazing. I ran out," you pouted.
You were feeling miserable and crampy, and your day was made worse when you realized you'd eaten your last chocolate bar.
He nodded.
"I'll go get you some. My food can wait until I get back," he said, trying to hand you the bag.
"No, I don't want you to go right now. Let's eat first," you said, stopping his arm.
"Okay, Cielito." He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "We'll eat, and then I'll run to the store."
You smiled.
"You're so nice to me."
"I just want you to be comfortable." He'd do whatever he could to make it possible.
You felt yourself soften.
"Thank you," you said, kissing him.
Dinner was eaten, and he ran to the store coming back with a bag full of your favorite chocolate, pain killers, and a little succulent to make you smile.
