#papi pedrito

[sturniluvr]

your camera roll dating Pedro Pascal

[xbeababyx]

Pedro THE man you are.

[iiconicxpersona]

𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓵𝓸 ♡

[kaashyap]

⁀➴𝐀 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐏𝐞𝐧 (Pt. 1)

╰┈➤The First Time I Saw Her

Author's note: This is not a love story. It’s a descent—into hunger, control, and the beauty of shared, irreversible ruin. It is not for everyone. Reader discretion is strongly advised throughout.

Pairings: Writer Dark!Pedro Pascal X ObsessedSerial Killer f! Reader

Summary: A reclusive writer and a surgical serial killer become entangled in a dark, obsessive relationship. Through blood and books they stalk, seduce, and rewrite each other—literally and psychologically. Reality blurs as violence becomes intimacy, and their love story unfolds like a novel destined to end in death.

Warnings: Taboo Themes, Dark Romance, Graphic Violence Gore, Psychological Horror, Erotic Obsession, Power Play, Body Horror, Medical Imagery, Cannibalistic Themes, Stalking, Surveillance, Voyeurism, Self-Harm & Mutilation, Sexual Content with Violent Undertones, Distorted Relationship Dynamics, Degradation Mental Health Themes, Identity erasure through obsession.

Pedro Pascal, a reclusive writer, dwells in the shadows of his own mind, crafting sensually disturbing and taboo literature centered on dominant, morally complex women. Once lauded for his raw, transgressive storytelling, but the world moved on. Now, his books sit forgotten, gathering dust on shelves tucked away in corners—shelves no one looks at anymore. Pedro is not merely withdrawn; he is consumed. Every look he gives, every sentence he writes, feels like a quiet cry for someone to see him. Not through kindness, but through something rougher. Closer. Through the violence of intimacy. Pedro doesn’t want to be loved. He wants to be known. Completely. Even if it ruins him.

He was lost in his ritualistic solitude—until she appeared, the enigmatic woman below, waking a dark side in him he had never wanted to see.

1st Person (Pedro's POV)

The corridor smelled like old varnish and metal dust. That faint hospital-rot stench of a building too proud to collapse and too tired to stand. I’ve always hated this hour—too much light, too much breath in the air. The world’s too awake at noon. I’m not.

But the magazine had been delayed. Two weeks. Obsidian Nocturne—my favorite, my vice. It’s printed on thick matte pages just how I like it. All ink and erotic decay. I couldn’t wait any longer.

So I went down. Bare feet in sandals. Linen pants I hadn’t ironed since winter. My shirt buttoned wrong—one too high, one too low. I didn’t fix it. I don’t fix small things.

The stairwell creaked under me. It always does. It has arthritis in its bones, like the rest of this rotting place.

The box screeched when I opened it. I liked that sound. Dust fell from the hinge like skin powder. And there it was—wrapped in brown paper, taped twice, the words Obsidian Nocturne stamped. I tucked it under my arm.

And turned.

At first, I thought the afternoon air had become windy or so I thought.

But it was her.

Halfway up the stairs. Still. Holding a black coat and a stack of moving boxes like they were made of air. She was beautiful in the way knives gleamed in opera lighting. She didn’t move. She didn’t need to. The hallway bent around her.

Something inside me shifted. It wasn’t recognition. It wasn’t desire. It was interruption.

I didn’t stop. I didn’t ask who she was. I walked past her, because that’s what I do when something pierces too deep. I went up the stairs. But I felt her eyes.

I felt them the way you feel water just before it boils. (Just like water heats up and gets restless right before it boils, the feeling is tense, charged, and ready to burst.)

I didn’t pause. I didn’t greet. I didn’t even blink longer than a second. But as I passed her on the stairs, ascending while she stood unmoving, my eyes—dark and sunken—dragged over her like a scalpel dragged across warm flesh.

I reached my door. My key slid in. My hand didn’t shake.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

And then I just stood there. The magazine slid from under my arm and hit the floor like it no longer mattered.

I walked to the mirror. The hallway mirror. The one I avoid unless I’m sleepwalking or lost.

I stared. Not at myself—but at the idea of myself. My neck felt tight. My chest, hollowed.

“She’s not real,” I whispered. My voice didn’t sound like mine.

But the back of my neck was prickling like someone had breathed against it. I didn’t feel watched. I felt studied. Flayed. Touched in the mind.

And for the first time in months, maybe years, no maybe decades, I didn’t feel alone.

I smiled.

Just a little.

And not the kind of smile you see. The kind you taste like metal in your mouth. The kind you feel under the skin, just before you bleed.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

[jayispunk]

if i start posting pedro character fics (probably mainly jackson!joel and nonoutbreak-dbf!joel) who would read them?

update: i should state that i am transmasc, so they will probably be transmasc!reader, cuz i want representation. but i can try to make f!reader or m!reader is people want me to as well.

[sarah-justsmiile]

Uff 👀❤️‍🔥🔥

[adequateatbest]

@laniii.jpeg on tiktok taught me how to make this glorious bookmark and even provided the template. 😩

[noovaarq]

what if i’m getting pregnant by these pics??

[pedritoferg]

My favourite day is finding Brown Eyes pics I haven’t seen before on Pinterest 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

Edit: besties, apparently this is AI which makes me ✨incredibly✨ sad 🥹

[xxhypersomnia]

Cowboy Series 1 - Pedro Lockscreens

Finally got my laptop up and running, now I am able to make some fun things for you lovely people. Starting simple with some phone lockscreens of a few of our favorite Pedro boys. Please feel free to send me a request for one you want. I love making these. More to come. Enjoy!

Yes I was feeling particular inspired by this lovely broad photo of him. Someone called him a billboard in my comments and I can't let it go XD They are watermarked but I tried to keep it as incognito as possible.

[theoccasionalpariah]

Pedro Pascal | Awards Season Edition

[got1arrow4that]

Please forgive me while I just... Stopped... To... Can!!! 🤠

Pedro Pascal by Norman Jean Roy for Esquire (2023)

[xbeababyx]

I ❤️ biceps.

[stitch-away]

🏳️‍🌈pedrito pride month masterlist🏳️‍🌈

ft. canon queer pedritos; dieter bravo, oberyn martell, greg, silva, y renaldo (even tho he's not in this lol)

in honour of pride month, i'm posting 18 pedrito oneshots this june that are mix of x reader and pedrito pairings, all with queer themes.

they include smut, angst, and fluff, so read the tags <3

note: the oberyn oneshot is purely platonic

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

♡ trans dio morrissey x trans eddie - MDNI two twinks, one strap

♡ joel miller x silva - MDNI on a bottle o' jack

♡ javi gutiérrez x male reader - MDNI bark like you want it

♡ trans ezra x male reader - MDNI space cowboy needs some lovin'

♡ javier peña x jack daniels - MDNI baby's first pride

♡ oberyn martell x fem reader - unlike father, unlike daughter

♡ max phillips x male reader - MDNI "all vampires are bisexual"

♡ omar assarian x male reader - MDNI shower talk

♡ lucien de leon x trans male reader - coming out in a wholefoods

♡ harry castillo x clint flood - MDNI "yes sir"

♡ greg x male reader - fabric formed domesticity

♡ trans zach wellison x gn reader - all that she is

♡ marcus acacius x male reader - MDNI love be thy concubine

♡ frankie morales x dave york - MDNI TW don't ask, don't tell- just do

♡ marcus moreno x male reader - el novio de papi

♡ dieter bravo x male reader - MDNI "dieter's ultimate power bottom fantasy"

♡ trans din djarin x male reader - MDNI under the armour

♡ mamá flores x male reader x mr. ben - MDNI mamá's little genius

bonus:

♡ jack daniels x trans male reader - MDNI hug the cowboy

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ completed :3

[pascal-mynightlyobsession]

The shirt, the bulging muscles, the hair, the voice, and how he makes this statement….will forever make me blush (and clench my thighs together 😬)! I will call you Pedro, Papi Chulo, Pedrito, Daddy, whatever you want and however you want!

[sarah-justsmiile]

I’m actually speechless - the arms, the way he look .. I can’t 🧎🏽‍♀️🔥