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 first Christmas is like with the love of your life, Javier Peña.
rating: Explicit (No y/n, Soft Javier Peña, Christmas fluff, domestic fluff, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie(s), cockwarming, vibrator, nipple play, morning sex, floor sex, dirty talk, praise, a couple of Papís, breeding kink if you squint, some spanks, nurse!reader, some medical talk (nothing graphic), emotions/feelings, comedy, Javier making your lumberjack fantasies come true, Javier being a dreamboat of a man, Javier getting the love and happiness he deserves)
word count: 12.8k (Covers various days over almost a month with 3 smut scenes)
a/n: This can be read as a standalone or as part of the Learning to Live 'verse. It's canon. Happy holidays! This is post-Colombia. Javier lives in Laredo with his girlfriend, who is a nurse. There are some scenes in the hospital (nothing bad).
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Friday, November 27
"Javi?"
The two of you were sitting on the couch in your shared living room, your feet in his lap, Batman & Robin playing on the television, your focus always shifting to the nipples on the Batsuit, fascinated by the brave costuming choice.
How did that conversation go?
"Do you know what the Batsuit needs? Nipples. Picture it, a tits-out look!"
"Yes, Cielito?" Javier replied, taking you from your thoughts.
When you turned your head, he was already looking at you, his hand rubbing over your bare calf as he met your eyes. It was a Friday night, so he was wearing his weekend-lounge-around-the-house outfit, which was a pair of sweatpants, and nothing else—because if it was his choice, he'd just be naked, but that was too distracting for you.
"Let's say," you started, "theoretically, it was the day after Thanksgiving—"
"It is the day after Thanksgiving."
"Yes, but in this scenario, it's theoretical."
"Right... Theoretical," he smiled, his fingers smoothing up to your knee and back down to your ankle.
"Okay, glad that's established." Ignoring Javi's snort as you continued, "Would it be weird if a person started decorating for Christmas the following day?"
His eyebrows scrunched, hand pausing its movements.
"Two days after Thanksgiving..." he said slowly.
"Yes," you nodded.
"I think someone can decorate whenever the fuck they want if it makes them happy," he said with a shrug. "Mi mamá usually started on the first of December. You know Connie, Steve's wife?"
