#pascal rascals

[221bshrlocked]

[demoneyesanddamagedsouls]

The Thought Of You

A/N: A heart wrenching, protective drabble of Javier Peña. Written for the lovely people of Pascal Rascals (and the fic club 😽) I hope you enjoy! (spanish translations are at the bottom)

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, Canon typical violence, language, blood, Protective Javi, Soft Javi (let me go cry myself to sleep)

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What a fucking situation you’d gotten yourself into…

You were strapped to a chair in a crumbling building on the outskirts of Medellín miles away from anyone or anything. Standing in front of you was one of Escobar’s lackies. A cigarette leisurely hanging out of his mouth, watching you as his men worked you over.

“Are you ready to talk yet, puta?” He spits the insult in your face, venom dripping from every syllable.

“Not even close.” You spit back but exhaustion was starting to set in. They’d been grilling you for hours and you could already feel your body was breaking out in bruises from the constant punches, jabs, and kicks.

He nods at the man to his left, and in a split second you are receiving a sharp hit to your jaw. Gritting your teeth at the pain, you spit out the blood that flooded your mouth. “Bésame el culo, cabrón.”

“Stubborn bitch.” He mutters as his men continue the beatings. Another jab to the ribs, another kick to the shins, a gut punch with such force behind it, it sends the chair flying backwards with you in it.

Now facing the ceiling with all the air pushed from your lungs, you gasp out attempting to breath. The men around you are laughing at the pain your clearly in. “Maybe she’ll finally talk.” They chuckle to themselves.

Your vision is starting to go cloudy and all you can taste is blood when suddenly you hear a loud bang. You look around and see agents in Kevlar flood the room you’re in, taking the targets down and cuffing them. All of a sudden, your chair is being lifted up and you come face to face with Javi. His eyes are glazed over in panic as he cuts you free of your binds. His breathing is shallow as he lifts you gently out of the chair and carries you outside, your arms immediately wrap around his shoulders, clutching him with all the strength you have left. Outside, in the light of the sun setting, he can see you, all of you and all the bruises and cuts that litter your body. He gasps sharply at your battered appearance, tears welling in the corner of his eyes. With shaky hands he reaches up to touch your face and you lean your cheek into his palm, wincing in pain.

"Oh, carino what have they done to you?" He whispers, his voice tight with anguish. "Y-you weren't answering your phone and I just knew something had gone wrong. I had to come find you, mi corazon, mi alma, mi vida..."

"I'm ok Javi..." You whisper back, sighing into his hand "The thought of you kept me strong mi amor."

He looks deep into your eyes searching them with his own, the brown depths brimming with emotion. He pulls you towards him, his lips colliding with yours. The kiss is passionate and intense, flooding your senses, conveying everything he couldn't say, all his grief at the thought of losing you, and every ounce of love for you he poured into the kiss.

Pulling away, the two of you rest your foreheads together, both catching your breath. "I could never lose you mi amor, I would be empty without you. Never leave me my love..."

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Spanish Translations

puta - bitch

bésame el culo, cabrón - kiss my ass, motherfucker

carino - dear

mi corazon, mi alma, mi vida - my heart, my soul, my life

mi amor - my love

[misslexilouwho]

Vest Intentions | Imagine

Inspired by an Imagine/prompt in the Pascal Rascals Discord ✨ Imagine: Marcus coming home and seeing you in nothing but his vest

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/What to Expect: wearing his clothes, teasing, fingering, powers play/metal manipulation, overall smut/spice warning

It’s a Friday and Missy is spending the weekend with a friend, so you have two long glorious days to do whatever you wanted to your man

Marcus had to stay a little late at Headquarters, so you decide to surprise him with something special to start your weekend together off right

He loves seeing you in his clothes — lounging around the house in one of his button ups and a little pair of shorts, or his favorite graphic tee and a thong (when Missy’s not home of course)

That’s when you realize his Heroics costume is in the closet. His tactical vest always turned you on and you wonder if it would do the same for him to see you in it

You get the bedroom ready - quiet music playing, your favorite candles lit, their scent filling the room - before slipping out of your clothes (save for your lacy black thong) when you finally get the “on my way, babe” you’ve been waiting for

The vest is heavier than you realize as you shrug it on and zip it up, stopping right at your cleavage to let it show off your supple breasts, knowing how Marcus will react to your tits squeezed into his vest like that

When you finally hear the door to your home open, your heartbeat quickens and you feel like he can hear it from the living room as he calls your name with curiosity

“Upstairs,” you sing, positioning yourself on the bed so you’re resting on your knees

His footsteps echo through the empty house as he makes his way up to you, and when he finally makes it to the bedroom, your heart skips a beat

His hair is slicked back, coiffed in such a way that you can’t help but want to destroy, running your fingers through the thick hair as you ride his cock; his tie is loosened and his blazer is slung over his shoulder

It falls to the ground when he sees you, bare except for his vest - his Heroic vest - and his jaw goes slack

“Hey there,” you purr, flicking your eyes down to his slacks, where a noticeable bulge is forming

Then you’re feeling a tug, before being pulled across the room by his powers (you almost forgot about the metal in his vest until now)

Your chest slams against his and the fire in his dark brown eyes sends desire shooting to your core

“You are so fucking spectacular, babe”

He turns and pushes you against the wall, holding you up with his powers, as his fingers wrap around the lacy black strap on your hip and he pulls it down before finding your clit and rubbing small circles on it

Marcus decides to tease you, lazily playing with your pussy until you growl “Fuck me, Moreno”

“Yes ma’am,” is all you hear before he flings you to the bed and pulls his belt off, sliding his pants and boxers to the ground before hovering over you

It’s going to be a glorious weekend

Tagging: @raisuniverse @pascalisthepunkest @knivesareout

[pedromiamor]

hands. always touching face

[millson87]

This scene makes me cry every time I watch it😭🥺😭🥺💖💖

[star-wars-hell]

Young Pedro Pascal in Window Shopping (1997)

[bloodsuckingbastards]

Made this gif earlier cause I think a lot of people need this

[teach-2022]

Surprise From The Desk

Heeyyyyy everyone!

We’ve been hard at work and guess what? It paid off and another chapter has been posted on Wattpad and AO3--all from Mando’s POV, too. That makes 11 Chapters for you and its ongoing. We finally got over 1,000 hits on AO3..yay! Thanks to those that have been with us since the beginning, and to those of you just joining in our adventure, enjoy. 

-Your Favorite Teachers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29362266/chapters/72127089