New LWW set pictures from Georgie Henley's Instagram feed!
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"went thru all my old LWW pics - 1) back filming with the boys after a month of diff schedules 2) was so jealous of everyone riding so they let me practice anyway 3) Tilda took us to a nearby farm on our lunch break 4) snowball fight with our 1st AD KC after work (crew watched, I won obvs) 5) littlest weapon on set vs biggest 6) goblin reading 7) tank cuddles with Will 8) last day in NZ with Perry and Phil 9) 9th birthday dinner 10) playing in snow with Andrew on very last day honestly all we did was smile every single day, we're so lucky lucky lucky"
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"Hi, I am Pedro Pascal! Here I'm doing a photoshoot for GQ Spain. He is very shy but very talented. And well... I hope you will like the pictures. I had a good time. GQ Spain *kiss*. She spoiled me! *laughs* They are very shy! Hooray/Go!"
Warnings: Sugar baby/Sugar Daddy mention, mentions of alcohol, smut, oral sex-male receiving, choking, unprotected PIV (don’t be silly wrap those willies), dom/sub tones if you squint, i think that’s everything? Let me know if I missed anything
Summary: After a night out late with friends, you sneak into Pedro’s house for some water before going to your place at his, only to find him awake and wondering what you’ve been doing all night.
Part 2
A/N: Just a little collaboration between @mothandpidgeon and I, inspired by this picture from @pedrocentric and moth and I’s thots about sugar daddy Pedro, may you all enjoy xo
You got out of the Uber and went up the driveway. It was late and quiet. Instead of going around back to the guest house where you lived, you went to the front door. Water. Water would be amazing right now. Pedro wouldn’t mind if you helped yourself to a bottle from his fridge.
You let yourself into the house, first sliding out of your heels so you wouldn’t make noise. You were still a little tipsy and the house was dark. Your feet padded down the hall to the kitchen. You went into the fridge and cracked open a water bottle. You gulped it down, standing with the refrigerator door open, shoes in one hand, cool air prickling your skin.
A light came on and Pedro had appeared in the kitchen. You couldn’t tell if he’d been sleeping. He often woke up looking deliciously tousled which seemed incredibly unfair. He was wearing a pajama set unbuttoned almost half way down his tan chest and over that a handsome silk robe. His curls were a sexy mess of dark brown hair.
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader, Sugar Daddy!Pedro Pascal
Words: 1396
Rating: 18+ NSFW
Warnings: Sugar Daddy, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, gratuitous use of the word Daddy
Summary: Sugar Daddy Pedro gives you a reward for studying hard.
A/N: I guess I’m still hung up on Fendi pajamas Sugar Daddy!Pedro. This is something of a follow up to this fic collab between me and @pascalslittlebrat based on this post by @pedrocentric.
Thanks for giving this a once over and having thots with me, @pascalslittlebrat!
A/N: I know I promised it’d be a Mandalorian one but this idea came to me thanks to a song and I couldn’t miss the opportunity to write it so I hope you enjoy! Pedro Pascal and his characters requests are open! I’m so in love with him rn, I swear.
SUMMARY: Javier cannot stand the thought of losing you to someone else, and after a lot of missed chances he finally acts upon his feeling.
WARNINGS: angsty with a happy ending, infidelity.
“Congratulations on your engagement”
Javier’s voice distracts you from your actual conversation “Excuse me for a second please” you say with a sigh, turning your attention to him and crossing your arms over your chest “Thanks” you reply, tone bitter “Now, if you'll excuse me I have some things to attend to”
You turn to leave but his firm grasp stopped you.
“Wait didn’t you tell me?” he demands and with a scoff you set free from his grip “No tengo porque darte explicaciones Javier” (I don't have to give you any explanations Javier).
With a last glance you walk away from him, trying your hardest not to cry.
His calloused fingers caress your bare back and you hum in satisfaction. A light breeze comes inside the dimly lit room through the open window while the moon shines brightly outside. Cigarette smoke fills your lungs but you don’t care, you snuggle closer to his chest with a content smile.
The street was unusually quiet, the only sound of a passing car every now and then. Javier looked ahead, inhaling the smoke and letting it out through his mouth in deep and even breaths, he looked pensive and tired and you reached up to kiss up his jaw “What`s on your mind?”
He sighs, and for a second you think he’s finally going to open up to you, your heart jumps with hope. He looks down at your eyes, hopeful and shining, his heart swells at the sight and he brushes a stray strand of hair off your face “Nothing dulzura, go to sleep”
There’s a flicker of disappointment in your eyes and he feels guilty for causing it, scolding himself. You pull away from his embrace to turn off the lamp and fall down to your side, back turning away from him “Good night” you say and you fall into a peaceful slumber.
Javier knew that was supposed to happen just once. You had a boyfriend and seemed to be apparently happy but he knew better; otherwise the encounters would have never existed.
He wanted to regret them, he really did, but with every passing day it got harder to let go, already addicted and deep inside a hole he never thought he’d find himself.
He’s angry and full of frustration. For so long he had longed for you, to finally be… something, whatever that meant.
Javier loaded these events, not only because they were utterly boring and unnecessary, but because you’d be there, holding another’s arm.
He sipped his champagne quietly looking with a frown at you and your boyfriend, you were smiling, but it wasn’t reaching your ears and he just knew that if he was in his place it would. You were gorgeous. Gleaming with a lilac dress and carefully applied makeup.
He takes a sip of his drink again, hoping to ease the dry feeling in his throat, looking around for someone else to spend the night with; but no one compared to you. He gives his empty flute to a passing waiter and walks to a small balcony, lighting a cigarette.
“¿Aburrido tan pronto?” (Bored so soon?) Your voice almost makes him jump, instead, a smirk dances across his lips and he turns around to face you, words completely trapped at the sight of you giving him one of your smiles that was only reserved to him.
“Al parecer no soy el ùnico” (Not the only one, apparently) you walk next to him and he offers you his cigarette, you take a drag from it and hand it back “¿Y Ricardo?” (Where 's Ricardo?” you roll your eyes.
“His name is Rodrigo” you remind him “I told him I had to go to the restroom and talk business with someone”
His empty hand traces along the soft skin of her exposed back, goosebumps rising and you shiver “Javier” you warn “We can’t, anyone could walk out and see” Javier looks around, the place still empty and he walks backwards to a more secluded area, pulling you with him “Then we’ll be quick” He crashes her lips into yours with passion, pleased that you don’t pull away.
The worst part was that he really loved you, and that realization took him months to accept and confront; but he was afraid, terrified of that. He found out that being truly in love was the scariest thing that has happened to him so far, and he fought against narcos every day.
He knew that he had to be quick, to steal you away from the other as soon as he could, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it and he had no idea why.
“Ya no puedo seguir con esto Javier” (I can’t keep up with this Javier) his heart almost stopped at the sound of those words “Me duele demasiado, es horrible estar con alguien màs cuando yo estoy pensando en ti… cada que beso sus labios deseo que sean los tuyos y yo sòlo quiero que sean tus brazos en los que despierto” (It hurts so much, being with someone when I only think of you… everytime I kiss his lips I wish they were yours and I just want your arms around me when I wake up)
There’s a lump in his throat and he watches you fight your tears “Por favor dime que tu igual sientes lo mismo que yo” (Please tell me you feel the same way about me) your voice trembles and he watches the tears travel down your face, but still says nothing. You wait, desperately holding to any sign that he actually wants you just like you want him, but his expression stays the same and suddenly his silence is too deafening.
“Goodbye Javier” he watches you go, finding himself unable to scream out your name.
A knock on his door brakes his trance and he walks towards it to open it, only to find you behind it. His mind tricks him for a second and he pulls you in with force, pressing you against the closed door as his lips hungrily attack yours in a bruising kiss.
You slowly pull away, pulling something out from your pocket “I came to invite you to my wedding” the words pierce his heart and he hesitantly grabs the cream envelope “I don’t understand mi amor”
“You can’t call me that anymore Javier, you are just making this harder for me”
“Por favor, sòlo dèjame-” (Please, just let me-)
“Ya te di muchas oportunidades, y ¿sabes què? Jamàs hiciste nada, no creo que ahora vayas a cambiar, tu miedo al compromiso es demasiado grande... solamente eres un mujeriego, nunca me debí enamorar de ti” (I already gave you lots of chances and you know what? You never acknowledge them, I don’t think you’ll change now, your fear to commitment is way too big, you are just a player, I should have never fall in love with you)
You open his door and step outside “If you still won’t do anything, at least come to my wedding”
And again, he watches you go.
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He’s sulking, wearing a suit still debating if he should go or not. He wonders how you must look, beautiful with an equally gorgeous white dress, getting ready for another man.
He curses and covers his face with his hands, a long sigh leaving his lips.
He feels himself close to tears, memories with you shaking his very core as he tries to grasp what’s left of them. A slow and sad song playing in the background, helping his mood just right.
He scoffs, slowly feeling himself drift away to insanity and you slip out of his hands like sand.
There’s no way you want him now, not after all the times he fucked up.
“If you still won’t do anything, at least come to my wedding”
He suddenly remembers and his head shots up, you still wanted him to make a sign! Oh how stupid he has been for the past three hours. He checks his watch and rushes out, if he leaves now, he’ll be able to arrive before it’s too late.
The tires of his car screech loudly as he parks just in front of the lovely Colombian chapel. He stops for a few seconds to think of the right words, almost laughing with how silly all this was, it was like a telenovela.
His legs come back to life and he runs inside “¡Paren!” (Stop!) the guests gasp and all eyes turn to him, including yours, which were covered by a beautiful veil “Javier?” you call his name and he stops in the middle of the corridor, taking in your appearance.
He takes a deep breath and finally swallows the lump in his throat.
“Por favor no te cases con èl” (Please don’t marry him) “Te amo, te amo como no tienes idea, cada momento que paso lejos de ti es un infierno y la verdad es que no puedo vivir sin ti” (I love you, you have no idea how much, every moment I’m not with you it’s like going to hell and back and the truth is that I can’t live without you)
“I know I missed a lot of chances, and I understand if it’s too late now, but I truly can’t live without you anymore, so please, give me a chance”
Everyone is silent with their mouths agape in amazement. He looks at you, nervous because he can’t see your expressions behind the lace veil. He’s about to walk out when you finally speak.
“Oh, Javier” you gasp out and run towards him, grabbing the front of your white dress to avoid an accident. Javier opens his arms and your crash against him “I love you too Javi” he smiles and pulls away to look at your face “May I?” he asks, gesturing to the veil, you nod eagerly and he pulls it over your head.
Your smile is enormous and your eyes shine brighter than usual as he meets your wanting gaze, he smiles too before tilting his head and kissing you, deepening it by grabbing your jaw and cheek with his hand, the other gripping your waist tightly pulling you flush against him. When you pull back he admires you closed eyed face, you open your eyes slowly and stare back at him.
He grabs your hand tenderly and kisses your cheek “Let’s go mi amor”
And you follow him, not even glancing back at the forgotten groom astonished in the altar along with the guests.
Hello everyone! I know I haven’t posted anything recently, and I’m sorry if you requested and I never wrote, this past few months were hard but I’m really back now! And I’m also starting a new Mando x reader series, I’ll try and post a sneak peek of it soon to know if you’re interested! Request anything you want, I’m finally writing again, I’ll also try and write past requests for you. Thank you for your patience! Stay safe!
the mai/azula/ty lee friendship is overall pretty toxic but we should not forget that they asked azula what she wanted for the drill and she said “triple throne for me and the homies”
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