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On a completely different note, what would each of the Pedro boys’ version of softness or sweetness look like?

Agent Whiskey has such an exquisite duality. Softness to Jack is hugs from behind in the kitchen by the light of the morning. It is carrying you over his shoulder through the front door when you’re tipsy in a giggle fit because you lost your shoes somewhere at the party and he isn’t about to let your bare feet touch the ground. Softness to Jack is you never needing anything for he would give you the world if he could, softness is happiness and the smell of your hair. The way you kiss his nose and how he is always ready for you - your excitement. Your sadness. Your arousal. Jack will always take care of you.

Javier lets you in. He tells you why he is the way he is and what has hurt the most. He rests his head on your stomach and you see him smile. His voice goes soft, instead of his usual low groan and he tells you he has never slept as well as how he does when he sleeps next to you.

Oberyn has never been as precious as when the girls were babies. How you loved to watch his daughters cling to him as he waded into the ocean. One under each arm, one on his back and one on his waist as they cackle in delight and squeal when the water splashes them. Teaching the sweet girls how to write by the the sunset, how to read in the gardens and much to your dismay, how to fight with paper swords.

“No daughter of mine will be a damsel!” He exclaims.

Din, underneath that shiny Beskar is desperate for softness. To give in to the touch starved way he refuses to let come to light. Din Djarin wants to be held, and hold you back. To feel his nose brush your skin, the sun on his face and your lips on his collarbone. Din yearns for the day he reaches the end of his purpose and he can finally be who he needs to be for himself. To care for you and the child. To love and be loved.

Maxwell Lord: “You are capable, do you hear me? You are not what has happened to you and you are here for a reason. You are the greatest we’ve ever seen and I am not going to let you throw this away.”

Pedro is bodega sandwiches on the living room floor in the middle of the night. Your head in his lap as you watch his favourite television shows. It’s combatting the suffocating melancholy of a Sunday evening together, because he understands. Softness with Pedro is little things. An inside joke written on a post-it left for you on the bathroom mirror. Walks on his arm by the light of dawn as a breeze dances through city walls and in your hair because you couldn’t sleep. Dancing to Prince songs dramatically instead of getting ready for events. Decorating for Christmas in November.

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Hiii! I’m a recent fan and genuinely so obsessed with all of your Pedro and all his character writings (don’t even get me started on whiskey & gin!!!). However, I’m currently feeling super sad and weird about memories from a past fucked up relationship (emotionally, verbally, and somewhat sexually abusive) so how would they react to finding out about it 🥺❤️ idk you at all but ily Z

Hello my sweet love. I’m so sorry you had to go through that, I love you too. I just put this together for you now. 💘

Whiskey would hold you against his chest, as you tear up a little telling him what it was like, as he adjusts his arms trying to get your even closer. He’d rub his nose in your hair as he listened, sighing in anger as he cannot believe anyone could treat his sweet angel with such cruelty. He’d lift your face and study it as he brushes his thumbs along your cheeks, telling you how proud he is to be with you and how he loves you with his whole heart.

Javi would stand up in the restaurant instantly, thinking you told him because you saw him in the room.

“Where is he, I’ll fucking-“ He growls, looking around but you cut him off.

“Javi, sit down.” You whisper, as it just spilled out of you. You weren’t sure when the right time to tell him would be, but you knew you were ready for him to know. “He’s not here.”

Javi comes to your side of the booth and slides in, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Thank you for trusting me.”

You wrap your arms around him, nestling into his side and he kisses the top of your head.

“I’ll always protect you, amor.” He promises.

Oberyn would be the same as Javi. Ready to avenge you in a moment because you are the most beautiful dove he has ever seen and he would never let anyone mistreat you. The thought alone makes him sick to his stomach and he promises he would never do anything to hurt you. Oberyn takes your hands, “You are beautiful like the moon, you are strong like the sea, and you are as fierce as the lion. You are a tropical storm and I will love you until I die.”

You tell Din late one night in the cockpit as stars whir past you, the child snoring softly in your lap. You haven’t told many people, but you find comfort in telling the man behind the mask who has put his life on the line for you so many times before. Especially now that he has confided in you over the death of his parents, the confusing childhood of not knowing where he truly belonged. Your companionship has reached a new level, absolute trust. Din takes off his glove and takes your hand, rubbing his thumb lightly along your skin. He understands and this small physical gesture tells you so. You are safe with him.

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How rough can all of Pedro’s characters get in the bedroom?

Whiskey has absolute expert control and confidence in his sexual abilities, he loves to spank, pull, bite, grip, throw. I see Jack really adoring & worshipping my thicker babies. He knows how to give you exactly what you need.

Javi is still reserved, still brooding & quiet but he holds a LOT of tension. And being a man of so few words, he really only knows one way to release his tension/emotions - Javi loves doggy, loves having you beneath him, releasing his anger, frustrations of his life into you. He likes it rough.

Oberyn is just SO sensual. He favours a longer, teasing coax to release. He loves long strokes on the balcony, or lasting through the night but he is also fan of over stimulation, sensory overload. He has no problem wrapping a hand around that pretty neck, or taking you up against the wall with a party going on only a few feet away, just to remind you he’s a fucking prince of Dorne.

Din Djarin has had little experience. This is just what I find the most easiest to believe, but he’ll work up to it. You have to remind him that this is what you want and you’re loving it. HOWEVER, I do also very much believe in an alternate dark!Mando and it is very, very interesting to me and is something I want to explore. And in the case of dark!Mando, yes. Very rough.

Ezra. Bitch. Ezra is filthy. He likes it down and dirty, dripping and scratching, pulling and absolutely shameless. I have chills.

NOW. For Maxwell Lord, who I kept last on purpose - maybe I’m just projecting, as we know so little personality-wise (truly) and maybe this is too much but damn. I just see Maxwell Lord as the type who’s dick gets hard when you’re crying.

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How would Pedro’s characters deal with you being a brat that won’t listen? ... these are so good!

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Whiskey has absolutely no problem taking you over his knee: “You wanna act like a big girl, then I’ll treat you like one.” But he knows you’re usually being a brat because you’re either hungry, or he teased you too long under the briefing room table. (Or because he was away on a mission without you and you missed him. You’re ready to go home & be alone. Sigh.)

Javier has absolutely no patience for your moods. He’ll spend the day just as miserable as you, and it’s not until you get home that he presses you up against the wall and says, “Are you going to tell me what the fuck is wrong, or not?!”

Oberyn likes to tease you when you’re being a brat. Asking if you need your own personal masturbation maiden so maybe you’ll relax, pinching and nipping at you, trying to cradle you like a baby. He’ll play with you until you’re giggling in his lap, cut short by a gasp when he finally slips his hand between your thighs.

Din is so concerned at first. He doesn’t understand why you’re so upset, but when he finally catches on that you just need attention, he takes it very literally. “Do you need me to fuck you? Will that help?” And you swoon over how forward he’s become.

Ezra, seething through his teeth: “If you don’t smarten up, daddy will give you something to be upset about. You want to spend the night choking on daddy’s dick, you little brat?”

Maxwell Lord would grab you harshly by your ass and pull you against him, forcing his leg between your thighs. “Are you done?” He asks calmly. “Or do you need to cum on my thigh too, since you want be so embarrassing?”

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For the pedro character asks, how would each of them react to walking in on the reader masturbating? (Maybe masturbating without permission, im a kinky slut what can i say)

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Agent Whiskey wasn’t supposed to return from his mission until tomorrow. It was only one week, but you promised each other not to even touch yourselves while you were a part to make for an even more explosive reunion. When he walks through the door a day early to surprise his pretty baby, he finds you, legs spread on the couch in the living room, clothes in a pile on the floor.

“Oh, baby.” He says softly, letting his bags fall to the ground. “You couldn’t wait?”

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You coo, sitting up.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. I missed you so much.” Jack sighs, sinking into the couch next to you and pulling you into his lap.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a smile.

With your back to his chest, Jack kisses your temple then rests his chin on your shoulder, pulling your knees all the way up so you’re spread open.

“Show daddy how you play with your pussy.”

Javier is always surprising you with returning back from Medellin earlier than he originally claimed. It’s one of his favourite games to play because he’s found you in compromising positions in bed, in the bath, even once on your small balcony. Cooing his name as you work your fingers quickly, aching for his touch. He wonders if you’re playing a game too, since your always so ready to take him in your mouth as you get yourself off.

Oberyn encourages shameless pleasure at anytime and really adores mutual masturbation. Well, as close as you can get to mutual with a prince. Oberyn Martell employs masturbation maidens to do the work for you. Yours a lovely woman who sleeps most the day and giggles with you through the night and for Oberyn, his preferred male - blonde and muscly. You sit across from each other and watch one another as the maidens do the work. It is highly erotic and always ends in sex between the 4 of you.

Din Djarin hired you to mind the child and keep the Razor Crest in order, what he didn’t expect was to be so attracted to you. Feelings he buried for the sake of your working relationship, but late one evening when he finds you in your quarters, whimpering his name with your eyes closed tight, he’s stunned. So stunned he forgets about his modulator and you hear his breath hitch. When you open your eyes, he turns his back.

“Hi, Mando.” You giggle but he starts to leave.

“Mando!” You call again. “You can stay.”

He turns back slowly.

“Have you ever watched a woman pleasure herself?” You ask and he doesn’t respond.

“Do you want to watch me?”

“Yes.” He says, and it’s almost a gasp.

You welcome the Mandalorian to sit at the end of your cot for the best view and he obliges. For a few minutes, you continue with your eyes closed, getting back to the height you left off on, extending your leg out into Din’s lap and he caresses your thigh through gloved fingers and grips your shin, much to your delight.

“Mando...” You sigh.

“What do you need?” He chokes out.

“You. Touch me more.”

Mando removes his thick gloves and you rest your hands on your stomach as he brushes your clit with his thumb.

“Cover your eyes.” He says darkly.

“What?”

“Cover your eyes and don’t look until I tell you.”

“O-okay.” You say and only a moment after you do so there is a slight pop and a hiss. Your heart races as you hear the Mandalorian hum deep in the back of his throat and suddenly his tongue along your slit.

Ezra will tease your need for release. “My slutty little kitten can’t go one day without coming, can she?” He says, his face between your thighs because he always needs to see you close up. He’ll nip at your inner thighs, encouraging you.

“Make that pretty pussy cum.” And he’ll watch with his heated eyes as you give him your wet fingers to suck on until he can’t take it anymore.

“I need to fuck you.” He’ll mumble, kneeling between your thighs, “Always need to fuck you.”

Maxwell Lord has many rules, #1 being your orgasms are his and you must ask for them. You don’t mind, he always delivers and it is so easy to defy him. Your heart races through his anger, you become impossibly wet under his strength. Your favourite way to work him up is to time it just right so you’re almost at your peak when he walks through his home office doors in the evening.

He finds you in his over stuffed office chair, feet up on his desk, fingers within you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He demands, tossing his briefcase on the couch.

“I’m going to cum.” You gasp.

“No you’re not.” He says plainly, as he loosens his tie.

“May I cum, Mr Lord?”

“No.” He says, tossing his suit jacket on top of the briefcase.

“Please?”

“I said no.” He says through his teeth, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt .

You slow the thrusts of your hand as he comes around the desk, and pulls your hips to the edge of the chair with a grunt, taking your throat in his big hand.

“Were you really trying to cum without my permission?” He asks, as you slap your hand over his with a gasp. He circles your clit with a feather light touch, so achingly slow it’s like he’s barely touching you and he looks up at the clock above the desk.

“If you don’t cum in one minute exactly, you’re going to wish you didn’t pull this little stunt at all.”

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would maxwell lord ever be soft to the reader? what if like the reader is having a really shitty day and she just wants- not rough sex- but to know maxwell feels something for her- like ik hes married but like.. ?? you know?? (sorry im in a need of lovingness from max specifically..)

Okay, just for you.

You’ve just started your job as the infamous Maxwell Lord’s assistant and you are so thankful because it’s one of the best paying jobs in the city

You need the money. It’s time to up and leave your loser boyfriend. You had a plan, make enough money to afford your own place, maybe even move cities, and leave this all behind.

Today you decided hell with the plan. You’re leaving tonight. You packed all your things when your boyfriend left for work, (what an accomplishment, he’s rarely sober enough to make it off the couch) and will collect them after work before he returns and beg your friends to stay with them.

Unfortunately, you cannot leave the office until Max has, and it’s now going on 7:30 in the evening. He’ll be home by now. He’ll see your packed belongings.

Max calls you into his office with your prepared reports, and when you present them he tells you these are the wrong ones.

He wasn’t angry, he just wants you to know, so it can be fixed.

You burst into tears, from the anxiety of the day and now prolonging your evening with your mistake.

“Hey, hey. I’m sorry.” He says, coming around his desk with a tissue. “It’s fine, just run the new reports.”

“I’m sorry.” You sniff, and without thinking you spill everything that’s suffocated you with terror all day. Your plan. Your loser boyfriend who leaves you for days on end with no explanation. How your skin crawls when he touches you. How he’ll be home waiting for you.

“I see.” Max says plainly before returning to his desk and picking up the phone.

“Bring the car around. I need you to take Miss. Y/N to the apartment, then go to her current residence to collect her belongings. Great.”

He hangs up as you look puzzled, and comes back around, taking the tissue from your hands.

He holds your chin, softly angling it up to wipe your face now sticky with tears.

“I must apologize, Y/N. Had I known, I would’ve given you the whole day to execute this. I would’ve even had my men help. I wouldn’t be comfortable sending you home to that.”

You sniff, still looking puzzled.

“Please use my apartment downtown until you find proper accommodations. It’s all yours, I have the house in Connecticut. I will have my men collect your things, so you won’t have to even see that monster.”

“That’s too generous, Mr. Lord. I can’t-“

“I’m afraid I must insist.” He says, taking you face lightly in his hands. “You are far too intelligent, too beautiful and pure to be subjected to that cruelty. Let me help you.”

You nod. “Thank you, Mr. Lord.”

“It’s my pleasure. Please, go get your purse. The car is waiting outside. I don’t want you to worry about anything.”

You give him a smile, and against better judgement, a hug. “Thank you so much, Mr. Lord.”

He wants to feel his hand in the back of your hair, but controls himself, settling for lightly tracing the small of your back.

You leave his office to retrieve your purse and Max returns once more to his desk, picking up the phone.

“Yeah, Mike? When you’re picking up Y/N’s things - whoever’s in the house, fuck them up.”

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Mandalorian armor before vs after

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insp.

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Mando probably making these faces under the helmet the whole time and we never even knew it

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The Mandalorian (2019) season 1 created by Jon Favreau

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I’m forming a Pedro Pascal protection squad after seeing a hate chain. Imagine not finding him attractive... I just... can’t relate 🤷‍♀️😌

Are

You

Blind

Or

Just

Dumb

*swoons* 🔥🙌

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a clan of two.

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The Mandalorian Poster Series | by Doaly

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The Mandalorian (2019-)

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The Mandalorian | by Eli Hyder