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#so broad

PEDRO PASCAL in Celine Song's Materialists

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the finger lick is he insane

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hands ~ veins ~ fingers ~ rings

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Coriolanus Snow in TBOSAS a summary:

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#he turned 50 and all filter just melted away lmao

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currently stuck here

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to be in bed with him

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PEDRO PASCAL with Coco in Sydney, Australia | July 13, 2025

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Wicked vs Wicked: For Good | Trailer Announcement

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JONATHAN BAILEY as FIYERO WICKED | 2024

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also I love that suzanne wrote katniss and haymitch in first person pov but with coryo she was like “third person for you… you get some distance, creep.”

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The beef between Haymitch and Snow is so funny. The way Haymitch drank an entire pitcher of milk just so Snow wouldn't get any, so Snow kept supplying him milk throughout his entire stay in the Capitol after his victory... bro what are you doing you're the president of Panem😭

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PEDRO PASCAL

Sundance Film Festival 2024 // "Freaky Tales" premiere in Oakland, California, 2025

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PEDRO PASCAL as GENERAL ACACIUS Gladiator II (2024) | dir. Ridley Scott

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cw: 18+ contains dark! coriolanus snow content

it’s not love, with coriolanus.

it’s control, power, possession.

“open,” he tells you, pressing a bright strawberry to your mouth. it’s fresh, luxurious and as succulent as his new money can afford. his voice is thicker than warm honey, sharper than asphalt; there is a roughness to it that scrapes against your tender heart, makes it bleed. “be a good girl. for me.”

you’re in his lap, sitting in the garden in the sundress that he picked out for you. you can feel his erection through the fabric, pressing salaciously against your ass. he gets off on this, telling you what to do, how to dress, when to smile and when to laugh to make it look like you’re the kind of couple people can envy and adore. later, he’ll bend you over the sink and fuck to show you much playing with you like a doll turns him on. mark your skin, to let everyone know that you’re his.

right now though— you’re pretending to be a good couple for grandm’aam, who watches occasionally from the kitchen— her book long forgotten. the sun is melting against his frosty lashes, dying them red, like the sweet, hot ichor in your veins. coriolanus is holding you by the jaw, tilting your head up, squeezing his slender fingers into your skin. it almost hurts.

almost.

you blink up at him with your pretty doe eyes, long fluttery lashes kissing at the corners. coriolanus loves it when you play docile for him, loves how gentle you look in his grasp— he says he likes how it’s easier to break you. how delicious it is to take your innocence, corrupt you.

this doesn’t scare you. it should.

“darling,” coriolanus says, when he decides you have taken far too long. it is a warning. he doesn’t like to give second chances; he’ll punish you for it later. perhaps he’ll make you suck his cock until your lips bruise. maybe he’ll deny you an orgasm while he sucks on your clit. make you cry, humiliate you, then make you beg for this cock just to make you do all the work.

regardless, you do as you are told. coriolanus feeds you with an attentive care. you chew, you swallow and he praises your obedience, cooing at you. he wipes his thumb against your bottom lip, pushes it into your mouth, seals it in with his own. kisses you so sweetly you almost forget the nature of it.

“there,” he whispers, after pulling away. “aren’t they sweet? i had them picked, just for you.”

“thank you—“ he squeezes your thigh. get it right, the action says. call me by the name i’ve given you. “coryo.”

you feel his dick strain against his dress trousers. he smiles. it’s a nice smile, white with perfect teeth. well done, it tells you. he presses his mouth against your shoulder, smoothing his large hand down your back.

you don’t know why, but your heart twitches with warmth.

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I need this man biblically.