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ladamedusoif · 8 months

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For The Night: A Short Story About Reading and Riding

Special Agent Ortega x F!Sex Worker Reader

Pairing: Special Agent Ortega x F!Sex Worker Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Rating: Explicit (18+; MDNI)

Summary: You might not be one of the “sweet young things” in the whorehouse any more, but a seemingly reluctant special agent helps remind you of your worth.

Content/Warnings: This is basically just smut; some slightly sweet fluff; but mostly smut; unprotected PiV sex; oral sex (M and F receiving); size kink; slight praise kink; sex worker reader; some period-appropriate terminology.

Notes: Look, we all got very excited when one of the Holy Grails of Early Pedrontent was revealed to us today. Some of us (me) were unable to stop thinking about Special Agent Ortega and his dusty, slightly skrunkly late nineteenth-century get-up. And now here I am writing what is essentially PWP for him.

This is very much a one-shot, stream of consciousness fic, so please bear that in mind (as with my Thief story I’m not entirely sure I didn’t dream some of this in a sleepy haze). There may well be errors and typos.

In this story Ortega is called Jerónimo, usually shortened to Jerón.

With love and thanks to @julesonrecord and @lunapascal for being enablers and sounding boards, especially to Lucy for suggesting Ortega’s name!

Divider by @saradika

Nights like this, nights when you’ve got no custom, again, and the rent’s looking unlikely to be paid, you want to storm downstairs and slam down the lid on the saloon piano. It teases and taunts you, like the practiced giggles and moans from the other girls in the rooms along the hall and the bedraggled grunts of drunken men paying for their company.

You read a little more of your book and try to distract yourself from the noise. Strictly speaking, whores aren’t meant to be bookish - but now and again a traveller might leave a volume behind him, and the other girls know to send them your way. Helps keep your mind busy, especially when other parts aren’t.

There’s a commotion on the stairs, and you can hear the madam’s voice as she guides another man - maybe two men? - towards the landing. You overhear the light, youthful laughter of Rosa, one of the house’s most popular girls, as she flatters and teases her client - clients, you assume - on the way to her room.

You hear heavy footsteps stopping outside your door. One of the men, further away now, is teasing the other. “Have some goddamn fun, Ortega! We’re in a fuckin’ whorehouse, we’re not on the clock now!” Rosa giggles in response as the man continues, addressing the madam. “My fine woman, can you set my second gun up with a sweet young thing for the night? Seein’ as I’m already covered.”

The door of Rosa’s room closes and the giggling gives way to silence.

The madam clears her throat. “We do have one girl who’s free, though unfortunately she’s, er, one of our more experienced ladies. I’m sorry, sir, I can see if one of the newer girls is finishing up soon…”

A second voice responds, and you realise it belongs to whoever is standing at your door. “Ma’am, it’s quite alright, I don’t need -“ but the madam interrupts him as she knocks on your door and pops her head in.

She looks you up and down with evident disapproval and hisses at you. “Put that goddamned book away, girl. It’s your lucky night, you’ve got a customer. HURRY UP!”

You shove the book in a drawer and stand up, lightly plumping your hair with one hand and tugging down the front of your chemise to reveal a little more cleavage with the other. You might not be one of the “sweet young things” any more, so you need all the help you can get.

The madam ushers him in and closes the door with a final warning stare in your direction. You try to put on a show, shifting your body into something approximating an alluring stance and looking up to meet his gaze. But there’s something in his eyes and his expression that surprises you enough to snap out of your little performance.

He’s young - mid thirties, maybe, not the inexperienced virgin boys you sometimes get in here but certainly not the old-before-their-time grizzled, abusive drunks you’re increasingly used to. And he’s…well. Handsome. Broad-shouldered, neatly-trimmed moustache, good figure, even in his slightly worn and dusty clothes. His low-slung gun belt draws the eye to narrow hips.

But it’s the eyes that stop you in your tracks. Big, dark, and warm, they look you over with a quirk of his eyebrows as his mouth drops slightly open. As a whole package, he’s handsome; but the face? Lord, he’s pretty.

He stands very still for a couple of moments, looking you up and down, up and down. He moves from the doorway into the room, placing two glasses of liquor on your little nightstand and taking off his hat with a little bow in your direction, which seems endearingly out of place in its formality. He shucks off his jacket and leaves it on a chair.

“What’s your name, sir?” you ask, moving towards him.

The eyes flick upwards to meet yours, a little smile dancing around his lips. “Jerónimo Ortega, miss,” and your heart does a little flip at his politeness, “but most people just call me Jerón.”

You repeat the name to yourself and sit on the bed, patting the space beside you. He sits down, but there’s a nervousness to him that even the rough, strong liquor can’t erase.

“Y’know, Jerón, if you really don’t wanna fuck a woman like me that’s okay. We can just, I dunno. Just talk, or somethin’.”

He shakes his head and looks up at you with a grin. He looks even more boyish when he smiles like that. “It’s not that I don’t want to…do anything, it’s just…”

You reach for his hand, broad and tanned. “I get it. You probably wish you’d got to Rosa first, huh.”

His expression shifts to one of confusion. “No, I…shit. I… I just didn’t think you were going to be so pretty.”

Now it’s your turn to be confused. “Sir, you’re payin’ me. You don’t have to flatter me. Usually I’m the one flatterin’ the man.”

He does a little half-smile, revealing a deep-set dimple that makes you want to reach out and kiss it. He taps his silver agency badge. “You saying an agent of the law is a liar, miss? Because I’m no liar, and you are beautiful.”

You giggle, moving your hand to his firm thigh, starting to trail your fingers up to his crotch. Usually you’d be summoning your best acting abilities around now, to avoid running screaming from whatever sweaty old man was trying to get his dick up, but now? With him? Hell, this could almost feel real.

You lightly run your hand over the bulge that’s visibly straining at his pants, drawing a moan from him, and tug gently on the watch chain that runs across his waistcoat along his middle. You pull him in towards you, fingers entwined with the silver metal, and he reaches up to cup your face in his hands as he kisses you, deeply and hungrily.

“If you wanna wash, there’s a basin over there behind that screen.” you murmur. “Might wanna get undressed, too.”

He nods and disappears behind the screen as you undo your stays and slip out of your skirt and chemise. You take down your hair and try to arrange it as artfully as you can as you lie back on the mattress, naked and hoping to God he likes what he sees.

Jerón emerges wearing only his shirt, unbuttoned to the waist. His hard cock is visible against the light cotton, and you can actually feel your nipples harden at the thoughts of having him inside you as wetness pools between your legs.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re even more beautiful naked. Can I…”

You beckon him with a nod of your head and help him out of his shirt as he joins you on the bed. It’s all you can do not to moan when you see just how big he is, hard length thick and reddened and already leaking pre-come from the tip.

“You ever had your dick sucked, Jerón?” You manoeuvre him down onto the bed, working your way down and between his legs. Hands resting on his thighs, you spread him open a little bit more.

“N-no…fucked women but not that, not…not yet”. He’s already almost rutting the air with his hips.

“Pity, really, cos this is a gorgeous dick. Mind if I do the honours?” He nods frantically as you look up at him through your lashes and guide his cock into your wet mouth. He bucks upwards immediately, mewling with pleasure at the sensation. You hum with satisfaction as you suck him, sending the vibrations through his cock as he whines in response.

You take him out of your mouth for a moment, trailing your tongue up and down the underside of his cock. “Fuck, Jerón, you like this, huh? What do you want me to do, sweet boy?”

“W-wanna… want to fuck your mouth,” his breathing is ragged as he pants the words. “W-wanna fuck you.”

“Good, darlin’. So fuck my mouth and then you can have me as much as you want.” You brace yourself between his legs, a hand lightly stroking the base of his dick, and slide him back between your lips. Jerón cries out as he starts to fuck up and into your mouth, bringing a hand to the back of your head as he thrusts harder and faster.

You take his hand and ease him out of your mouth. “You want to fuck me or you wanna finish there, darlin’?”

“Want…want you.” He’s close, you can tell, and you hope the little breather will give him a little more stamina for when he’s inside you. “Want your cunt.”

You move up his body and rest your heavy tits on his chest. He reaches out to grope them as you grind your hips against him, before rolling onto your back and easing him over on top of you.

You look up at him and open your legs as he gazes down at you, running his hand up and down his wet cock. “Look at my pussy before you fuck it, sweet boy. See what you do to me. Tell me.”

Jerón looks at your cunt as if it’s a lost treasure, bringing his free hand to trail along your slit and feel the wetness that’s been gathering there since you laid eyes on him. “So wet for me. So swollen and wet and fucking warm, sweet girl.” He brings his fingers to his lips and groans at the taste of you before getting down and bringing his face between your legs.

“Is this…okay?” He flashes you a look of those big puppy dog eyes, that handsome face nestled between your plush thighs, and you can’t even find the words. You nod and rest your hand on the back of his head as he brings that pretty fucking mouth to your core. Some men really like this. Some men like this and are bad at it. Some men think this is only for “pansies” and other terms you would rather not think about.

Jerón Ortega is not particularly experienced in this, you suspect, but he’s a natural talent, sucking and flicking his tongue over your clit while using those soft, plump lips to form a tight seal around your wet cunt. You moan and writhe on the mattress as he slips his tongue in and out of you until you come hard on his face, the tip of his nose nudging against your clit as you climax.

He shifts his broad body upwards as you hitch up your legs and reach around to grab his ass and guide his cock inside you. Even after all these years and even with being wetter than you have in a very long time, it’s still a tight fit, his size filling you completely and making you sigh with satisfaction before he’s even moved.

He starts to fuck you quickly, chasing his own high. He leans back a little so he can see you underneath him, tits bouncing as he takes you hard and deep. Sometimes he brings his mouth to your nipples, laving his tongue around the firm peak and the soft skin of your breast, moaning as he does so. You wrap your arms around his broad back and hold on for dear life as he fucks you harder and better than you’ve been fucked in your life, one big hand grabbing your tit so hard you know it’ll leave a mark and the other trying to reach between your legs and rub your clit.

“So fucking beautiful, you are,” he grunts into your ear, “so soft for me, so wet for me, such a tight, pretty pussy.” He looks into your eyes again, and you feel you might explode as those coffee-brown irises look into the very heart of you.

“Jerón…” You usually try to avoid moaning a client’s name, just as a rule of thumb. But this doesn’t feel like work, tonight, and he certainly doesn’t feel like a client.

“Let go, darling, let go, hermosa.”

And you do, with a deep wail you’re certain has been heard all over the whorehouse and in the saloon below and probably as far as the boundary of the town. And you don’t give a fuck who hears you, as you cry out his name while he fucks you through the aftershocks.

The throbbing of your cunt around his dick tips Jerón over the edge, and you feel him come, hard and deep, his warm body dripping sweat onto your tits below. He kisses you hard before he pulls out, then flops beside you on the bed.

You look over at him as he tries to catch his breath. Normally at this stage, the client throws your small fee on the chest of drawers before washing again and dragging on his clothes before heading back to the bar. Normally, you can’t fuckin’ wait for them to go so you can wash their smell and scent and come off you.

Him? You don’t want him to leave. You want him to stay. Tonight. Tomorrow night. Forever.

Your post-orgasmic haze snaps as you jolt yourself back to reality. He’s a lawman, a handsome young professional, just passing through on a job. You’ve been a whore since you were a teenager, a long time in this game. You’ve watched girl after girl win over men who whisk them away to better lives, while you stay here in this shitty little room and wait for someone to pay for your body.

In a few minutes, Jerón Ortega will gather up his clothes, dress, leave the money, and disappear out of your life. Just a gorgeous memory for you to replay in your mind when you have some red-faced toothless rancher on top of you in a few nights’ time.

His breathing is steadier now and he turns to face you. “That was…just marvellous, miss.”

You smile softly and stroke his cheek. “You don’t have to praise me, Jerón. You’re paying, remember.”

A kind of sadness flashes across his face. “Oh. Didn’t feel like a transaction to me, but what do I know, I guess.”

“Didn’t to me, either, but…”

He reaches over and pulls you close to him. “Is it against the rules for me to stay here with you tonight? I - hell, I don’t want to leave you.”

You shake your head. “Stayin’s fine, sweet boy. You sure about this? You don’t want to see if one of the other girls is free?”

He looks at you intently. “Don’t think there could be another girl for me, now.”

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coastielaceispunk · 8 months

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Special Agent Ortega

The Sixth Gun unaired pilot 2013 (recently released)

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#yes of course I love him #he had no right to be so HOT #tackle me in the desert SIR #his attitude is everything #Special Agent Ortega #The Sixth Gun #unaired pilot #pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #Youtube

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palioom · 7 months

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the chase is better than the catch

summary: after months of playing cat and mouse, Agent Ortega finally catches you when you let your guard down. it makes you admit that you don't quite hate the agent as much as you say you do.

pairing: agent ortega x f!reader word count: 4.7k warnings:18+ content; no use of y/n; lowkey enemies to lovers; finger sucking; lowkey hand/finger kink ngl; rope bondage; fingering; oral (m & f receiving); edging; unprotected p in v; cum eating/cum play

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Special Agent Ortega.

Oh, how she hated hearing that goddamn name.

Hated seeing his annoying, handsome face. With that stupid hat casting most of it into shadows, shielding him from the harsh desert sun.

That fucking dark mustache sitting over his top lip, stretching wide when he shot her a smile. She even hated his cocky smile.

They had crossed paths several times, and she had always managed to evade him so far. Always just a smidge faster than the agent, escaping his leather-clad hands. She loved the chase, loved seeing that twinkle of playful annoyance in his eyes when she escaped him once again.

Maybe she liked it a little too much, her heart beating faster when she heard his name whispered, when she saw his face appear. Sometimes she almost hoped to see him, disappointed when she successfully robbed some people and left on horseback without seeing him.

Well, he had finally gotten her now.

Slung over the back of his horse, her ankles and wrists tied with rope, secured to the moving animal by even more.

She had been too slow, too careless. Taking a moment to look out for his face instead of making her exit like she should have.

Because suddenly, his face was right in front of her, flashing her those beautiful teeth with a twinkle in his eyes, holding her arms so tight that his fingertips would leave bruises behind. She could still feel his hands on her arms, warm and rough, calloused from years of work.

Strong like she had expected him to be, the way he had manhandled her excited her just a little too much.

She had to squeeze her thighs together in hopes of finding some relief, hating the way he had just thrown her prone onto his horse like she weighed nothing.

But he noticed her squirming, reaching back to give her clothed ass a small smack, laughing at the way she squealed in surprise.

“C’mon, darlin’, stop the squirming.” He said, and she could only imagine the way his cocky smile spread over his face. “One could think you enjoy this a little too much.”

She grunted in response, kicking her bound legs in annoyance. It also helped to play over the fact that she did in fact enjoy this a little too much. There had been a reason she had gotten increasingly more risky over time, unsure if it really was her desperation or stupidity that made her let him catch her.

“Where are you taking me anyways?” She asked, tired from the hot sun burning down on her, happy that it was finally vanishing behind the horizon. Ortega had said as much as not taking her to the nearest cell to let her rot in, at least not in the small town he had caught her in. “I’m tired and thirsty.”

“Told you, you’re much too pretty to rot away in a cell.” Ortega answered, slowing down his horse. They had ridden quite some way, off to wherever he was needed next. “And I do have a proposal for you. Later.”

She was too pretty to put her behind bars, and much too good at what she was doing. He could use someone like her on his little missions, in more ways than one.

Coming to a halt when they had reached an inn at a small settlement, he dismounted the horse, his face appearing in front of her with that big, cocky smile. She really wanted to hate that face of his, but she couldn’t deny that he was incredibly handsome when this close to her.

“Now look at ya.” He chuckled, grabbing her jaw and pressing his fingers into the soft flesh of her reddened cheeks. She looked even prettier with her face flushed and her hair tousled like that. “Huffin’ and puffin’ with that mean stare of yours but I know there ain’t a place you’d rather be right now.”

It was her turn to laugh, his calloused fingers making her skin burn even hotter as he held her in place.

“There’s plenty of places I’d rather be than here with you.”

He only smiled wider at that, letting go of her jaw to move around the horse, coming to a halt right behind her. His swift hands untied her from the animal before he placed his hands on her hips and yanked her off of it, just as roughly as he had captured her.

Fingers digging into her arms as he pushed her forward and into the inn. It was a shabby little place, but it was better than sleeping outside by a far stretch.

The people stared at them funny when they entered, and even the innkeeper had an odd stare to spare but did not comment on it further. Money was money after all, and as long as this wasn’t about to turn into a murder, he couldn’t care less.

Ortega helped manoeuvre her up the stairs, a long process which wasn’t helped by her constant complaining.

“You know, if you just unbound my feet, this would be so much easier.” She huffed, almost falling over. Her arms hurt, bent behind her at an awkward angle and the rope around her feet started to dig into her skin. “You can’t be that scared of me?”

He hoisted her up the last couple of steps in a less than gentlemanly manner, making her squeal again but finally reach the top of these damned stairs.

“You just want me to untie you so you can take that pretty ass of yours running, sweetheart.” He gave her a pointed look, raising an eyebrow at her before he continued pushing her forward. “Forget it, I finally caught you so I ain’t letting you go again.”

Finally reaching the room, he pushed her down into one of the armchairs standing by the small fireplace. Still not untying her, just looking down at her.

The room was quite small and there was only one bed. She didn’t quite know if she liked that or not.

“You stay here, I’m getting us some food.” He announced, turning around to leave her alone.

Oh, how she hated him. But she couldn’t deny that something about the way he had manhandled her had made her feel much hotter than the sun ever could. Becoming painfully aware of the throbbing need in between her thighs, wanting so bad to hate the man but being unable to.

She didn’t need anyone, no less a man as cocky and arrogant as he was. So why the fuck could her body not stop when he was around?

The thrill had been the game of cat and mouse they had played, always putting her excitement on that alone. Not Ortega himself.

God damnit, she didn’t even know his first name.

It took a while for him to come back, a tray of two bowls of stew and two golden beers in hand. He placed it down on the small table in front of the fireplace before he sat down himself, finally taking that stupid hat of his off. Revealing those dark brown locks, slicked back by sweat.

It almost made him look more handsome, her mind conjuring up images of how sweaty he would look while fucking into her on that small bed over there.

A thought she was shaking away quickly, watching as he took a big gulp of the ale before taking his bowl and a spoon.

“And how am I supposed to eat?” She asked, squirming in her seat, her arms still aching. “I can’t possibly eat with my arms tied behind my back, can I?”

Ortega looked over at her, taking a bite from his spoon. Almost provocatively, like he wanted to annoy her with the fact that he could eat, unlike her.

“I’m not untying you, darlin’.” He said, taking yet another bite with a grin. “And I ain’t lettin’ you handle a spoon either, I know you’re mighty talented.”

She rolled her eyes, leaning back into the chair with a slight wince. What a bastard.

“Great, so I’m starving then? Looking at this stew right here?”

He chuckled, only half annoyed by her whiny voice. Putting his bowl down again, he took another sip of his beer before scooting closer to her, close enough that their knees were touching.

“Quit your whinin’, woman.” He responded, taking her bowl and her spoon.

She immediately knew what he wanted to do, groaning and pulling at her ties.

Absolutely not.

“You are not feeding me.”

A laugh left him. If she had been anyone but the woman he had tried to catch for the better part of a year now, the one who had mesmerized him from the very first moment he had seen her pretty face, he already would have smacked her. But somehow he enjoyed her back and forth and her whines and grunts.

He wondered if she sounded the same while a cock was buried deep inside of her pussy.

“Look, sweetheart. Either I feed you,” Ortega said, holding up the spoon full of hot stew, “or you go without. Your choice.”

She narrowed her eyes at him for a few moments in an attempt to intimidate him, but seeing that it had no effect made her sigh.

“Fuck you.” She mumbled quietly. This was humiliating, but did she have another choice here? “Alright.”

Leaning forward a little, she awkwardly slurped the stew off of the spoon, avoiding to look at his face. It was good, as good as it could be out here in the middle of the desert, but she’s certainly had worse.

She could see his smirk in the periphery of her vision, and somehow she just knew this whole thing was less about being afraid that she could do something while untied. It was more that he enjoyed this, though she wasn’t entirely sure in which way.

He kept feeding her more, spoon after spoon, all while he could only stare at her pretty lips as she ate. So mesmerized by them, that at some point, he held the spoon just a little too weird, spilling some stew down her chin and onto her white blouse, now a little dirty from the sand of the desert.

“Be careful!” She scolded, glad that the stew wasn’t as hot anymore, licking her bottom lip as he placed the bowl down.

Without much thinking, he swiped a finger over her chin, gathering the soup that had spilled. Slowly moving up to her lips, swiping the rough pad over the soft swell of them. He hadn't expected her tongue to dart out, her eyes meeting his dark ones as she slowly sucked the finger into her mouth.

Tasting the salt of the soup along with the dirt still lingering in the grooves of the fingerpad, sucking on it and caressing it with her tongue. Ortega’s breath hitched in his throat.

Surely this was a fever dream. He had been out in the sun for too long.

It was the softness of the motion which surprised her, leaning forward to take more into her mouth, down to the second knuckle while he watched. She couldn’t really deny her attraction to him anymore, though she enjoyed the banter between them.

Snapping out of his trance, he added a second finger with a small smirk that quickly spread wide as she greedily sucked that into her mouth with a hum as well.

“See, knew you were enjoyin' yourself a little too much on the back of my horse.” He chuckled quietly, pressing onto her tongue and making her hum again. The way she sucked on them, bobbing her head up and down until they were almost at the back of her throat, it made his dick twitch in his way too tight pants.

Pumping them in and out in time with the motions of her head, watching the saliva pool at the corners of her mouth. She looked so damn pretty with her lips around his fingers, her lids heavy as she looked at him.

He had half a mind to suspect this was nothing more than an attempt to escape, making him drunk on her before she could run, but he chose to enjoy this.

“You’re so filthy, sweetheart.” Ortega said, massaging her tongue, thrusting in and out of her mouth at a quicker pace. Wishing that was his dick instead of his fingers. “Bet you suck dick that well too, yeah? Or are ya just tryin’ to escape?”

Removing his fingers from her mouth, she barely had the time to whimper in protest before his lips found hers, rough and demanding, the hair of his mustache tickling her skin. Just like she had thought he would be, her arms fighting against the restraints in an attempt to touch him, wanting to run her fingers through his hair and open his shirt and vest.

She could taste the ale on his tongue, moaning quietly as his fingers slipped down and to her belt buckle. Too slippery from her saliva, he struggled to open her pants for a moment, before finally being able to let his hand slip in, swiftly finding her clit and applying pressure.

The sharp gasp that left her lips made her part from him, her hips bucking into his touch, chasing his rough, thick fingers.

“Fuck, oh God.”

He loved hearing her swear, watching her struggle against the restraints while her face contorted in pleasure. Biting her bottom lip, eyes screwed shut.

Fuck, was he happy to have finally caught her.

But he needed more than that, needed more than her weeping cunt rubbing against his fingers, he wanted to taste her. Fuck his tongue deep inside of her, have her gasp and moan for him while he lapped at her.

The fact that she was still all tied up and helpless made all of this even better. Not that he would ever exploit this moment.

Sinking to his knees in the small space between her and the table, he reluctantly removed his hand from her wet heat, taking in her annoyed grunt. Instead he slowly pulled her pants down her legs, revealing the soft curls he had felt, her glistening folds as she tried to part her legs further.

She hoped he would untie her now, annoyed by the rope digging into her ankles but also needing to spread her legs wide open for him. Needing his hot tongue on her aching pussy. Watching in awe how he knelt before her, her pants around her ankles before he lifted her legs and moved in the space between them with a grin.

Resting them on his broad shoulders, she tried to open them just a little further but found it difficult with how she was bound. She shifted lower, closer to the heat of his mouth, trying to draw him in as she grew impatient.

Ortega only grinned wider, liking how she struggled and opened herself up for him. He wished he could tease her more, but after so many months of chasing her around he just couldn’t wait any longer.

Bowing his head, he groaned as he licked a broad stripe up her folds, enjoying her quiet moan when the tip of his tongue flicked over her clit. He noticed how she desperately tried to open herself even more, the vibrations of his noises as he began sucking on her clit only spurring her on.

“Like that, yes.” She whispered as quietly as she could, her words hitching on her breath. Her hips bucked into his mouth, chasing more friction as he ate her out like a man starved, his arms wrapping around her legs to keep her still and prevent her from sliding off the chair.

Tasting as sweet as he had imagined it so many times, fucking his own fist while thinking about his tongue buried deep inside of her.

When he moved lower, sliding it into her wet and aching hole, she couldn’t stop the loud gasp that left her, her back arching uncomfortably with the way she was tied up still.

He was good. More than that, he knew exactly what he was doing, lapping and slurping at her, the obscene sounds bouncing off the walls around them.

With her crest in sight, so damn near, she closed her eyes, swearing as she got closer and closer.

Teetering right on the edge.

Then he was gone, her heels digging into his back as his mouth left her. When she opened her eyes she found him grinning up at her, looking like the devil himself. Chin and thick mustache wet with her, his eyes darker than usual.

“Fuck, Ortega-” She panted, greedily drawing air back into her lungs, cutting herself off when his fingers dug into her exposed thighs harder.

“You think I’ll make this easy for you, darlin’?” He asked, still smiling wide. “After you escaped me again and again?”

Her face fell at the realization what he meant. What he planned to do, whining in frustration.

His mouth found her pussy again, mumbling into her while she once again was drawn close to the edge.

“I’ll leave you hanging like you left me hanging all those times you ran away from me.” He said, voice muffled by her dripping pussy. Doubling his efforts, his teeth just lightly grazing over the sensitive bundle of nerves right until she teetered at the edge again.

Gone again.

That whine of protest she let out was music to his ears, only adding to the feast between her legs. He imagined her grabbing at his hair now if he untied her, her arms moving behind her in vain.

“Ortega, please.” She cried, that sweet sensation ebbing away once more, just needing relief. Trying to coax him forward with her legs somehow, wishing he would just take the rope off of her so she could move. “Please, I need it.”

He chuckled, one of his hands leaving her thigh to spread her puffy lips open, revealing the wet mess between them. Dragging his thumb just lightly over her swollen clit, she flinched, a jolt going through her at the ghosting touch.

It only made him laugh, dragging them lower and pushing two fingers inside of her, watching her eyes roll back before she closed them, biting her lip to keep the throaty sounds at bay.

“You sound so pretty when you beg, sweetheart.” How pretty she looked like this, and she hadn’t even had his cock yet. Ortega pumped his fingers in and out of her for a bit before he added his tongue to the mix, once again drawing her to the edge before moving away.

Over and over, getting her right to the brink of it all before he let her fall, hearing her sob and whine and moan, her legs trembling against his cheeks.

“Now you know what it felt like to have you slip away, darlin’.” He groaned, his own cock painfully hard in his pants, needing her tight heat around him. Gripping him like she gripped his fingers, sucking him in deeper. “Did you count? This is how many times you escaped me, you sly thing.”

He was going to kill her with this, she was sure. So sensitive and strung tight, the sounds of his fingers inside of her growing more and more obscene by the minute. She couldn’t do much more than babble his name, drunk off of him, her head in the clouds.

“But I finally got you, and I think you deserve a treat, hermosa.”

Oh God.

That was the only thought inside of her head as her orgasm crashed into her, thighs clamping shut around his head while she shook and covered him in her release. It bordered on pain with how it surged through her, her muscles all over her body spasming from the intense feeling.

But he didn’t let up, only groaning as he lapped up everything she gave him, only pulling back when he felt like he’s had enough, long after she had stilled again.

When he slipped out from between her legs, he found her with her eyes closed, lips slightly parted as she gained her breath once more. Such a wonderful image, and it was all because of him.

Reaching for the rope around her ankles, he swiftly untied her, her eyes flying open at the motion. He tugged down her pants as well after taking her shoes off, discarding them to the side.

It was freeing to finally be rid of them, to be able to move her legs again. But she didn’t have much time to marvel at the freedom of her limbs as he already stood up, giving her a brief but good view of the sizable tent in his pants before he pulled her up and dragged her over to the bed.

Just as gentle as he had been before he had devoured her pussy, pushing her down onto it.

She watched as he opened his belt quickly, making swift work on the button of his pants as well. Her mouth watered at the thought of seeing his dick, eyes fixed on the outline of it straining against his pants.

He found it adorable, the way she hungered after him, practically lunging at it once he had wrestled his clothes out of the way, her lips wrapping around the head.

“Fuck, you’re eager.” He groaned, his hand resting at the back of her head, watching how she bobbed up and down, taking more of him while spit pooled at the corners of her lips. “Can’t believe you kept running away from me.”

Entranced by her, he let her continue for a bit, hearing and feeling her moans around him. So damn eager, clearly enjoying this more than she thought she would.

But he didn’t want to cum in her mouth, as pretty as that thought was. To see her with his cum pooled on her warm tongue. He needed her pretty pussy, reluctantly pulling her off of him by her hair.

Her eyes were glazed over as she looked up at him, spit running down her chin and dripping onto her heaving chest. Like in his dreams sometimes, when he imagined fucking her throat until she cried.

Another time.

Bending down, he swiftly untied her arms, still holding her hair in his grip, guiding her down to lay on the bed. She barely had time to move her hands before he climbed on top of her, kneeling in between her spread thighs and taking both of her hands into one of his big ones, pinning them onto the bed over her head. His grip was strong, his fingers wrapping around both of her wrists as she squirmed below him.

Spreading her legs further, he simply couldn’t wait much longer, taking himself in one hand and lining himself up before sinking into her tight heat. Ortega’s groan mingled with her drawn out whine, her back arching up and into him, humming at the delicious stretch of him.

If she had known he was this well equipped, she certainly would have stopped running from him a while ago. Filling places inside of her that she didn’t know could be filled as he sank in all the way.

“You’re so tame with a cock inside of you, sweetheart.” Ortega groaned, setting a harsh rhythm right from the beginning. Pounding into her while he kept her pinned down, bending his head to kiss along her neck and jaw. He just couldn’t hold back, needing her tight pussy strangling his dick. “Who would’ve known that’s all it took.”

She simply hummed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head before she closed them. Trying to fight against his hand on her wrists but unable to move his heavy wright off of them, wanting to touch and explore his body.

“Feels good, Ortega.” She whined, gasping when he sucked a bruise into her neck. “Oh, fuck-”

He laughed, biting the place he had sucked on gently.

“Somethin' to remind you of who caught you, darlin’.” Ortega groaned, now back on her lips and biting at her lower one. “To remind you whose cock you’re gonna cum all over.”

A powerful thrust accompanied his words, pushing her up higher on the bed, her cry muffled by his mouth. He couldn’t care less what everyone else thought of the wet, slapping noises coming from their room, but he didn’t want to alert anyone with how vocal she was.

He could tell she was close, clenching around him tightly, her body wild beneath his.

“C’mon, pretty girl.” He grunted, moving his knees so he could change the angle of his thrusts, chasing his own high. His hand clamped over her mouth as her noises became louder again, his lips finding the shell of her ear instead. “Show me who owns you and your sweet pussy, hermosa.”

Her body trembled as she came, his name on her tongue muffled by his strong hand, the other still tightly pinning her down. Feeling overly sensitive from her earlier orgasm, his little grunts and groans helping her through it all as he kept fucking into her, close to his own peak.

Just before his own orgasm, the overwhelming urge to paint her body with his cum took over his brain, needing to see the white ropes over her pussy and her belly, needing to see that he finally caught her.

He had half a mind to pull out, groaning deeply as he emptied himself over her, rubbing his dick in between her swollen lips, his cum shooting over her belly just like he had imagined it. Watching as streak after streak covered her, before it trickled down into the hair on her mound.

So beautiful like this and all his. It was him who caught her, who had buried his dick inside of her.

Slowly he took his hand away from her mouth, hearing her heavy breaths, her eyes slowly peering open to look at him. She could feel his cum on her, tilting her head down as well as she could to see the mess.

She couldn’t suppress the moan that left her, the sight of his dick still engulfed by her pussy and her covered in his cum.

“My God, Ortega.” She laughed, watching as he swiped his finger through it and brought it up to her lips.

He let it vanish between her pretty lips, humming at the way she sucked on it again, her big eyes fixed on his.

“What a dirty girl you are.”

Pulling his finger out again while he grinned like the devil himself, he rolled off of her, catching his own breath as he laid next to her. He let go of her hands, now sure that she wouldn’t try to escape.

And she was glad, moving her arms after they had been bound into one position for so long. Instead of the ropes on her wrists she could now still feel his hand on them, the thought of how huge his hand was letting her press her legs together.

It didn’t take long for a soft snoring to appear next to her, making her giggle quietly. Surprised it just took some pussy to knock him out like that.

To make him lower his guard.

Oh, what a mistake that was.

When he woke in the early morning, golden sunlight streaming into the room through the dusty curtains, he found himself without his gun and without his horse. Most importantly, he found himself without a body next to his.

All he found was a small piece of paper on the table in front of the fireplace, unable to bite down a chuckle as his eyes flew over the pretty cursive letters.

Hello, cowboy.

You’ll have your horse and your gun when you catch me again, Agent Ortega.

I hope that you are faster to do so this time around.

Instead of her name, she simply left a stain in the shapes of her lips, right at the bottom corner.

Ortega couldn’t wait to catch her again, folding the paper and keeping it safe in the breast pocket of his jacket.

No, he would definitely not be as slow as before.

He would make sure of that.

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fuckyeahpedropascal · 8 months

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Pedro cowboys

Because we love a good dismount.

• Masterlist •

Joel Miller: cowboy edition

Tim Rockford v Joel Miller

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #joel miller #pero tovar #strange way of life #silva #the sixth gun #special agent ortega #cowboy butts drive me nuts #but I ride the english way and you take both feet out of the stirrups before dismounting

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nicolethered · 7 months

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Pedro Pascal as Special Agent Ortega in The Sixth Gun (2013)

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boliv-jenta · 8 months

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Special Agent Ortega x f!reader

WC:2.7k

Warnings: P in V sex. F!receiving oral. Canon type violence. Death. Swearing.

Summary: Ortega makes the mistake of crossing the wrong woman.

Trust

Ortega should have known better. The bathhouse had been quiet when he entered. Not enough to raise his suspicions but given it was the most popular bathhouse in the surrounding area, he usually expected to hear the sounds of a good time coming from behind the doors lining the hallway.

What should have aroused his suspicions is that not one girl had come near him. There wasn't one offer to scrub his back. His favourite girl didn't come by to offer to scrub more than his back. There wasn't any 'accidental' intrusions to see if the rumours were true that he was packing far more than a Smith and Wesson.

The cigar in his hand was about half way done when he started to worry that turning down the love struck advances of his best girl may have put him in ill favour, Hell hath no fury and all that. That's when the thought struck him and the cold metal met his back. Shit. He'd be worried about the wrong woman.

"Drop the cigar in the water." You nudge the barrel of your gun further between his bare shoulder blades.

He holds the cigar up in his fingers to regard it. "That would be such a waste."

"You can waste it or I can waste you when you try to burn me with it." You counter.

"Do you think I would do that to you?" He scoffs.

"Oh, I know you would." Ortega lets out a scream unbecoming of a Special Agent in Charge as you tip the ice bucket over him to extinguish his potential weapon.

"Puta!" He shakes the cold water from his hair as it drips down his spine.

"There's no need to be rude, Nacho." You tsks.

"I've told you not to call me that. Only my abuelita and my loving wife call me that. You are neither." He scowls over his muscular shoulder.

With a hand lay over your heart you gasp. "Oh, Ignacio. You wound me."

"Given half the chance I will." He smirks.

Moving back slightly you smile to yourself. "I know and that's why you won't get one. Up. Slowly."

Ortega stands in the tub, as he gets to his full height he grabs a towel to cover himself.

"Nuh-uh. Drop the towel." There is no way you are giving him anything he can use against you.

"Are you that desperate to see what you are missing?" He makes a point of stretching his long legs as he steps out of the tub. His long cock dangles as he does. Even soft and cold, he's impressive.

Mentally shaking away any thoughts of just how impressive he can be, you tell him. "No. I just really don't trust you."

Ortega laughs. "You're one to talk."

He still blames you for what happened between you? That's rich. "Imagine my surprise to find that you'd gone straight."

"It made sense. They hand those out to anybody willing to sell their soul to Uncle Sam." He jutted his strong chin towards the badge on his vest a few feet away. If you're going to kill and con people you might as well do it with benefits." His broad shoulders shrug and the muscles ripple in his back. A back that used to be marked by trails from your fingernails.

"Sell your soul? I thought I owned that?" You tease.

"Only until death do us part. After that I'm free." He bites over his shoulder as you ogle his ass.

His perfect profile comes into view as he turns to you, highlighted by the afternoon sun.

Taking another breath after the one he stole you snipe. "Oh, you'll miss me."

Ortega turns to you, his tongue wets his lips. He'd like to say he'd forgotten how beautiful you were. As if you didn't haunt him.

"Never." He challenged.

So many unspoken feelings and unmet desires hung between you.

The first shot rang out, cutting through the thick air. It was far enough away that the direction that it came from wasn't clear. The direction became clearer when the bullets splintered the wood of the door.

"Down!" Ortega pulls you down behind the tub with him, his hand cradles your head protectively.

"Do you think they're after you or me?" You asked while loading your gun.

Ortega noticed that you hadn't held a loaded gun on him. It softens him for a second but he doesn't let it show. "Debating if you can throw me to them to save yourself?"

"I mean, even if they aren't after you. You are a very distracting sight." You let your eyes rake up your husband's naked body.

Another two shots break through the door as Ortega reaches for his pants and discarded holster.

"That was closer but it only sounds like there's one of them." Snatching up your second gun from your boot, you head towards the door.

"Wait." Ortega calls after you as you let bullets fly back through the holes in the door with impressive aim.

A pained shout comes from the other side. Ripping the door open, you find the source of the pained groaning propped up against the wall; his right hand was limp at his side and his pistol was just out of reach. With your gun trained on him you edge forward to check the hallway.

Finding it clear you moved back to take a good look at the man on the floor. He is a complete stranger to you.

"You son of a bitch!" The man growls at Ortega as he appears, now wearing pants.

An amused smirk tugs at your lips. "Well he seems to know you."

Ortega rolls his eyes at you before kicking the man's booted foot. "Who are you?"

"You're one of those damn city boys that killed my brother!" The man bares his teeth. As he clutches the hole in his arm.

Ortega looks bored as he answers. "Your brother tried to draw first. My partner was just quicker."

When the man makes a grab for his gun, Ortega's bullet split his skull. The last flicker of life is the twitch of his finger against the grip.

"Don't you just make friends wherever you go." You bat your eyelashes at Ortega.

"What can I say? I'm charming." He steps closer, a small part of him hopes you remember just how charming.

His body is reacting to being close to you and he's thankful he grabbed some pants.

"Who told you that?" You try to keep some of your sassy while you also try to remember why you hadn't kissed your husband in over a year.

He steps closer still. "You…once upon a time."

"I was young and naive." Your words don't have to travel far. Your back is almost at the wall and he's still achingly close.

"It was two years ago." Another inch closer.

"I'm still young. Not so naive." You wave your gun to the side of him.

"You wouldn't shoot me." His plush lips are tantalisingly close. "Not to kill anyway."

His breath mingles with yours as you defiantly breathe. "Try me."

His lips finally touch yours. All the hate and bile is burnt away by the passion you still hold for each other.

As his lips meet yours over and over his fingers grip your waist as he inches them under your shirt. Not for the first time, Ortega reflects on how much he loves that you wear masculine clothes. They are so much more form fitting around your ass and hips. His greedy hands make their way to them. He grasps handfuls, making you squeak into the kiss.

"Such pretty sounds for me. I bet I can make you make more." The words leave his mouth then he's on your neck, sucking and biting from your ear to your collar.

With his lips at your neck feeling so good your heart and mind get lost back in a simpler time. When it was just the two of you in love. Then the world got in the way. The last four years you'd lived separate lives, only seeking each other out when the need for each other became too great. All under the veil of hating each other. The hate there was real so it easy to stretch it over the two of you to cover up the love you still held for each other.

This big score that you were here for could set you both up for life. The reality was that you still couldn't trust the man that broke your heart. It was much better to keep him at arm's length. "I don't know. It's been a while. My tastes might have changed. Someone might have taught me something new."

"Why do you have to do that? Always running your fucking mouth." His hands find your arms to drag you off the wall.

For a second you think he's done with you until he grapples you towards an open door with a bed just in view. The bed soon hits your back as he throws you up on it. Your jeans are wrenched from your body then he drops to his knees and the end of the bed while pulling you to the edge of it. Before you can work out what his is doing, his tongue flattens against your folds.

"Oh, Ignacio!" The sensation is completely new to you.

It feels beyond any pleasure you've ever felt, and Ortega has given you plenty, as his tongue parts your folds to slip inside you. It rolls inside your wanting hole for a moment before travelling upwards. It swipes at something that has you gripping his short hair tightly. Each repeated movement seems better than the last. It doesn't take long for you to feel something that you've only felt with your husband's cock or fingers inside of you. It builds almost to a peak. Then Ortega sucks on the spot he's been licking. A scream shakes the wooden building as you come. You'd heard many a tale from Europe about women climaxing without their partner entering them. This is your first experience with it. The utter delight of it is only dulled slightly by the thought of who taught your husband about it. Maybe it was the beautiful woman you saw him and his partner meet earlier. The thought varnishes even quicker than it appeared as Ignacio's lips find yours, still covered with the slick he drew from you, it's tangy and sweet on your lips. They stay glued to yours as he undoes his pants and removes his holster to slip inside you. He groans against them as he sets a hard rhythm. This is purely about him chasing his own release now but not for the reasons you think. Ortega is intent on marking you, claiming you with his release. He secretly hopes his seed will finally take root and bind the two of you back together. The thought of it pushes him over the edge. He presses his hips flush to yours to pump his thick, creamy cum as deep as he can. You can feel his warmth spread, you hope it spreads far enough.

Neither of you speak while you enjoy the excuse for closeness. When Ortega finally softens, he pulls out. He's too busy getting up and doing up his pants to notice how you tilt your hips on the bed to keep his seed inside you.

With your jeans unceremoniously dumped at your feet, Ortega finally gets around to what he knows is coming. "What do you need from me?"

The fact that you have to need something from your husband to seek out his touch stabs at you briefly before you get to the matter at hand. "I hear you have a lead on the Sixth Gun."

As if you'd said the magic word, a gun shot rang out outside, quickly followed by another. Two more followed in quick succession until it was a pattern. Two quick gunshots followed by a pause. There must have been ten pairs in all. Each getting progressively closer. There was a long stretch of quiet until heavy footfalls sounded on the stairs, they came to a stop at the far end of the hall. Both you and Otega grip your weapons ready. A single shot rings out and the footsteps retreat. These a moment of confusion before a man, a thing, rushes through the door. It heads straight for Ortega. It moves so quickly he doesn't have a chance to aim properly. He gets a quick shot off to the thing's leg, which barely slows it before it starts to claw at him. It gives you time to get a good aim at the thing's head. One shot and it's down.

Only with it sprawled on the floor do you recognise it. "He was dead. You shot him between the eyes."

Before either of you can process more feet approach, their steps hurried and stumbling. Thankfully that all come down the same narrow hallway so your position is well defensible. In the ensuing fight you try to ignore how good it feels to be fighting side by side with your husband again. This is how it should be. It's how it always was, the two of you, perfectly in sync. Until that damn job in Blackwater. The trust between you was cracked right down the middle. There was so much damage done the two of you were lost and you still hadn't found your way back to each other. Once the bodies are all dropped, Ortega grabs your hand to lead you. "Come on, we're getting out of here."

You don't question what he means by 'we' as you follow. Stepping over the bodies strewn on the hallway floor you make your way down the stairs and out into the dimly lit night.

"My things are at the Inn. My horse too. I'm grabbing them and getting the hell out of here." Ortega informs you as the touch of his hand still warms yours. As if he feels it too he adds "I could do with back up getting through the valley. It's not a great ride on your own."

"My things are in a house at the edge of town." Your lips tell him. Your eyes tell him so much more.

"Not so fast there, Partner. I believe we have a deal." The man you'd seen Ortega with earlier, another badge wearing Pinkerton, steps out from the side of the building.

"I've just seen what that damned gun can do. I'm out of here." Ortega turns to leave and winces at the unmissable sound of a gun being cocked.

"Now, Mercer. Let's not do anything stupid." Ortega finishes his sentence, whirling on his partner, drawn gun in hand.

Following Ortega's lead you point your own guns at Mecre.

"Oh! The little missus is going to back you up?! I thought she hated you?" Mercer Has a dig at his partner. While you look a little stunned. "You don't think he talks about you? He has your picture in his pocket watch. He always flaps his gums about you when he's drunk. All the pathetic regret.."

"Mercer!" Ortega warns.

"Well partner if you want to suddenly trust the woman you've been telling me you can't for the last couple of years, go ahead. How about you? You about to trust him after what he did? Do you know how much that gun is worth?" Mercer's words sew the seeds of doubt between you and Ortega. In another in sync move between you the two of you draw your second gun on each other. Mercer quickly draws one to aim at you. The three of you are caught in a standoff. All exchanging silent conversations with a glance.

"So what it really boils down to is trust." Mercer finally breaks the silence. The silence is further destroyed by gun shots. As one of the three of you falls.

A/N: According to Google (so it might be wrong), Ortega is from the Spanish for nettle, so I googled Spanish first names that came from 'stinging' as I thought it fit him. It gave me Ignacio meaning 'fiery one', then I looked for pet names of Ignacio, and Nacho was too cute to pass up.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #special agent ortega #the sixth gun #special agent ortega x f!reader

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iamasaddie · 8 months

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Pedro Pascal as Special Agent Ortega in the unaired pilot of The Sixth Gun [PT. 3]

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morallyinept · 4 months

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I've created ID Badges & Cards for some of the Forces & Agent Pedro Boys, and some business cards for other characters too.

My original ID Badge post is here. However, I've now created more, and wanted to group them all together on a new post for ease of access. If, and when, I make anymore for future characters, I'll add them to this post.

I've referred to the actual badges the Pedro Boys wear, where available, in scenes from the shows/films, and referred to real life ID's for accuracy. Others are made with my own creative liberty and inspiration.

Let me know your faves, and if you have any requests, I'm always happy to hear them.

Enjoy! 🖤

Please note: I have not created these to sell, or for you to sell. I made these purely for creative use in your stories/edits, or if you want to simply print them out for a keepsake for yourself. A little fun gift from me to you. If you share or repost these elsewhere, please ensure you credit back to me, that's all I ask. Thank you 🖤

☝️All badge numbers and phone numbers are fake, however if they happen to be real phone numbers, it's purely a coincidence.

Javier Peña - DEA Contact Card & Name Badge

ℹ️ Javi's contact card is a direct copy from S3 EP5 Narcos, which he has in his ID wallet, and he also places down the card on the table in front of Fredy Moya in S3 EP10. Photo name badge is originally created by me, based on inspiration from real life DEA badges.

Marcus Pike & Juan Badillo - FBI Badges

ℹ️ Marcus Pike (The Mentalist) & Juan Badillo (Graceland) both work for the FBI. Juan is a control officer, whilst Marcus is a special agent. I kept the badges the same, but changed the roles & photos. Based off the design from Marcus' badge glimpsed in The Mentalist.

Dave York - DIA Badge (FBI Badge Non Canon)

ℹ️ Dave works in the DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency). Originally, I created an FBI badge for him, which is still relevant, as some people write him as being in the FBI in non canon etc... The DIA badge is based off of Dave's real badge in the film The Equalizer 2, which is only shown very briefly, and very blurry, so this is inspired by real life DIA badges, and the layout I saw on Dave's badge.

Agent Greer - AFT Badge

ℹ️ Agent Greer, in Law & Order, works for the BAFTE (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms & Explosives) and is known as an AFT Agent. His badge is glimpsed clearly and doesn't have a photo on it, so I kept the same design as his original badge on the show.

Frankie Morales - Delta Force Enlistment Document, Delta Force ID Card & Private Pilot's License.

ℹ️ Frankie doesn't have any ID physically shown in Triple Frontier, so these are all created by myself, drawing inspiration from real life Delta Force documents and pilot licenses. Frankie would have been younger when he joined Delta Force, hence choosing a younger looking photo for him. Frankie's private pilot license is designed on what a real, current license looks like. His Delta Force ID Card and Document are direct replicas of older style Delta Force ID's.

Detective Tim Rockford - LAPD ID Badge

ℹ️ Tim has a metal badge seen in the Merge Mansion adverts/stills, but I wanted to create a photo ID card for him. His badge number appears to be 2316 from what I can see on the images of it (could also be 2516), so I have used this as his badge number. Design based on a real life LAPD photo badge.

Special Agent Ortega - Photo ID Card

ℹ️ I created this based on the real life Pinkerton Detective Agency that was established back in 1850, and which most law enforcement was governed by back in the days of the Wild West, as is Special Agent Ortega. I tried to make it look old and worn. Ortega has a metal badge too, but not a star as he wasn't a sheriff. The Pinkerton logo is the actual logo used from back then too.

Zach Wellison - Royal Marine Corps ID

ℹ️ I created Zach's Marine Corps ID Badge based off of what a real, current badge looks like. I created his rank based on research and how many tours he mentioned he had done in the episode of Brothers & Sisters that he was in, so I put him as a Lance Corporal; a rank that sees front line action, but is not the lowest rank of front line Marines - it is third up from the bottom. I made his service status complete, as it doesn't mention in the episode why or how he left. But I personally imagine he had an honorable discharge due to PTSD/anger issues.

Agent Whiskey - Statesman ID Card

ℹ️ I kept the info brief on this card deliberately, seeing as Whiskey is a secret agent for a secret organisation. Therefore, I didn't include his real name. As there are no actual ID cards shown in the movie, this was all creative liberty from myself.

Detective Edward (Ed) Indelicato - LAPD ID Badge

ℹ️ Ed Indelicato is from the unaired pilot of the Wonder Woman TV series from 2011. He is a detective in LA who assists Wonder Woman, and I wanted to create a badge for him. I kept it similar to Tim's, but an earlier version with a slightly different layout and lighter blue tone. Based on a real life LAPD badge.

Kyle Hartley - EMT Card

ℹ️ Kyle is in an episode of CSI and he is a character who is an EMT/Paramedic. So I created a card for him based on his location in the show, and the photo image on his file from the episode.

Din Djarin - Bounty Hunter Guild Card

ℹ️ There are so many amazing cards out there already for Din, that are canon realistic. However, I created a basic ID token with his name and bounty ID number, all written in Mandalorian. The circular logo used here is from the Bounty Hunter's Guild formed by Bossk, Boba Fett and Din.

Joel Miller - Contractor Business Card

ℹ️ I created my own take on Joel & Tommy's contracting business card before the Outbreak. I wanted a clean, simple design that was reminiscent of business cards back in the early 2000's.

Jay Castillo - Tattoo Business Card

ℹ️ Jay is described as a tattoo artist in Red Widow, therefore I created a business card for his tattoo business. It's not confirmed if he has his own business or not in the show to my knowledge, so I made this based on my own assumption. I imagined this card being embossed and glossy when printed.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #javier pena #frankie morales #dave york #marcus pike #agent whiskey #juan badillo #special agent ortega #zach wellison #jay castillo #din djarin #detective tim rockford #agent greer #pedro pascal id badges #jett's designs

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