#Reader doesn't get to be with stan💔

[lennboing]

Note: its kinda crappy- honestly i did this listening to Heather and the cut that always bleed by Connan Gray, Wendy might be ooc? (n/n) stands for nickname just incase!

I admire you from afar, but our fate never Crossed.

Stan Marsh x Fem insecure!Reader

Theme: Angst

TW: Breif mention of puking (please correct me if im wrong)

Plot: Reader was always liked Stan for a while, but she told herself she'll eventually confess to him, that until when it was obvious that Stan liked Wendy, Wendy was Reader's best friend.

(spoiler alert: reader suffers-)

It was currently monday, where school started.. (Y/n) was walking to class until wendy, hee best friend walked up to her and had her usual iconic smile.

"(N/n)! I almost thought you didn't came to school today, you're unusually late?"

As wendy asked with curiosity, of course (Y/n) smiled nervously as she had a nervous chuckle. She stayed up late at night not being able to sleep since she was doing her homework that she didn't understand much.. But at least she finished it! Since (Y/n) wasn't the type to ask, scared she'll be Annoying to her friends asking for help. But she had her usual lie.

"Ehh- just couldn't sleep, the neighbors had a party last night so... That was something"

As she said in a lighthearted tone with a nervous smile. Of course Wendy hummed before she dragged (Y/n) to class, probably. They had their usual chat until they went past the main four. Cartman, Kyle, kenny and stan... (Y/n)'s eyes drift towards Stan but to her notice she saw stan's head over heels, smiling looking at wendy. Sometimes she knows she shouldnt feel jealous towards Wendy, she was nice, pretty and everything.. Unlike herself she was, Just a typical background character who was she to be jealous about.

~~x~~

"(N/n)! (N/n)!"

As Wendy Happily ran up towards (Y/n), (Y/n) closed her locker door as she just finished putting her books. She hummed in response having her usual calm look.

"What's up-? Did something happen?"

As (Y/n) seemed curious about her best friend sudden burst of joy. Wendy had a smile as she finally spoke up

"Stan asked me to be his girlfriend! He might of puked on me but-!"

As Wendy went on with her rant, (Y/n) felt herself shutting down, everything was going silent. She knew Stan Liked Wendy, Wendy liked stan. Why was she so disappointed of it? What did she expected, it wad going to happen now or later, maybe because it was so sudden thats why? She doesn't know herself... Until she got snapped out of her thoughts by wendy

"(N/n)? (Y/n)-! Were you listening?"

"h-huh? Oh.. Sorry 2 hours of sleep is slowly hitting me-"

As (Y/n) jokingly said managing to push her thoughts and feelings away for now, as wendy had a lighthearted smile before chuckling slightly

"idiot... But hey! I honestly thought i never expected stan to have feelings for me... I should've believed you"

Wendy said in a soft tone. Right... (Y/n) herself even encouraged Wendy, but she really couldn't even avoid it as Wendy liked to rant about stan time to Time so it was obvious how (Y/n) can't even talk about her own feelings about Stan for... Obvious reason. (Y/n) kept trying to Gaslight herself even thinking she moved on 'i dont like him anymore..' which she kept repeating. Even though deep down she knows it was just a Lie just to convince her.

Thats when she thought deep down maybe she wasnt stan's standards even.

Of course now she had to deal seeing her best friend with her new boyfriend now.

Note: it was kinda rushed which is why is short, Im sorry if there was spelling mistakes or anything! I didn't slept at all so maybe there's some typos that i didn't notice and also since this wasn't spell checked yet-

Request are still open!

Introduction

[dilf-docs]

My Baby's Fit Like A Daydream

husband!pedro pascal x younger!reader

summary: your relationship is finally out to the world. now, pedro and you will explore what it feels like to have your love out in the open.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, smut, FLUFF, the empire of bad humor strikes again, hurt/comfort bc all roads lead back to angst, a brief mention of bodyshaming, this is lowkey pwp my bad, dirty talk, fingering, p. in v., bathroom sex ijbol, exhibition kink (they be fucking everywhere but in a bed), degradation kink (he calls her a slut twice), the one and only creampie (twice), so naturally: breeding kink, ALSO pls stop the husband!pedro reqs, i beg. a delulu girl can only take so much 💔

word count: 10,991 words

side note: not one but two requests to be fullfilled! this is as a sequel to call it what you want. also, spam time: i happen to write in wattpad as well, and i have a pedro pascal social media fic going on :) but it's on spanish tho. if u speak the language and would like to tune in, read it here AND spam again but speaking of the ptwt dynamic, why don't we become moots? check my (new) stan twitter account here (i had one in 2022 that i had since 2016 but entered a crisis and deleted it lol)

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The news had spread like wildfire.

As soon as you hit the red carpet, hand on hand, rings finally on display―shining under the spotlight, your phone had been blowing up nonstop: every show, podcast, tabloid, news outlet and social media had been talking about it. California had turn into an easter egg playground; everyone was eager to know it all.

(They had found the church where you married, the dress boutique, jewelry shop where Pedro bought the rings―the employees ratted him out, even sharing pictures of the moment, your husband posing with them without knowing of the future treason. They too had found the place where the reception took place, and even the name of the priest who had married you, but he refused to give the hungry press any details. God Bless)

In short, it had been a hell of a week. You figured dissapearing for a while was for the best, but with some interviews still left, that option had been discarded. Still, doesn't mean you couldn't retreat for a couple of days to the tranquility of your home while it was time to show up again. Well, as peaceful as it could get, since reporters were camping near your house and roaming around Hollywood Hills like vultures; the neighbour's nagging was just another layer of problems in your shit cake.

"I'm sorry, Louis. Walks will be postponed for a while" you talk to your cat, but the lazy bastard just stretches and lays down again. "Yeah, I can see you're affected. Don't cry"

"It's not the cat's fault" Pedro emerges from behind, "don't take it out on him"

He takes a sit next to you, two mugs in hand. He gives you the one with a chocolate steam, a souvenir he bought when you visited your home country last summer. You wonder if that's a trip you'll ever be able to make again.

"I'm not. Just- It's horrible that I can't even go outside my own house and walk the same roads I've walked in four years because the press is hidden with cameras in, I don't know, bushes!" you exclaim, quiet rage carried within your words. "It's unfair, really. All I want is to walk my damn cat without a flash up my ass"

Pedro nestles his face in your neck, nose carressing the skin. Giggles leave your lips, the sensation ticklish.

"It'll pass. It always does" he says, voice assuring, probably because he's used to the violation of privacy, but you're not. Getting bigger, is this the price to pay for making a name for yourself and claiming out loud who you love?

"I hope so" you murmur above the quietness of your home, a sound as eerie as fake, devoid of it's tranquil nature as a world of invasion awaits outside.

"Do you trust me?" Pedro speaks, voice unwavering. He holds your gaze, steady brown challening your shaky orbs.

"I do" you speak up, yet you wish you could believe it. You believe in him, there's no question to that, but do you believe in yourself? That the love you'd put out to the world would be treated with the same care and respect you have treated it in secret? For a fleating moment, you miss the secrecy.

"Then trust me this will be over sooner than expected" he presses a kiss to your lips, soft and sweet, feeling remanents of chocolate he licks away, as you mockingly yell ¡Qué sucio! but it's devoid of malice. "In time, this will become another anecdote we'll share with our kids, and laugh with our grandkids when we get older"

You smile, feeling tears in the corner of your eyes. Oh, doesn't he turn you into a pathetic sappy wife?

"Well" you sniffle, giggling to push back the tears away. "About the old part..."

He playfully kicks your side. "Uno ya no puede ser romántico, que le salen con estas cosas. Your generation could use some respect, you know?" (one can't simply be romantic anymore)

Pedro gets up, picking the mug from your hands as both rings brush together, the gold shinning under the morning Californian sun.

"And your generation could take a joke" you quip, lips curled up like you hadn't in weeks.

"Very funny, y/n. Thought you loved me" but then he's pressing a kiss to your temple like kissing you once isn't enough, promising to return after washing down the mugs.

"I do!" you shout to his dissapearing broad frame as he enters the kitchen, and he playfully makes a dissmissing move with his palm.

The laughing dies when your phone chimes next to you.

You shouldn't really, but the curiosity that draws you in is as intense as a magnet. The phone burns on its position, screaming for you to open it, despite being told by your husband that the best was choice was to ignore it until the buzz had died down, but you're afraid the turmoil isn't nowhere to be finished. Comments can be mean, he'd said, they can hurt you. Pedro said he'd learn with time to ignore it, but he was experienced. You weren't, so naturally, as your husband and protector, he wanted to shield you from the pain.

Although, both of your fandoms had been pretty supportive of your relationship, some user even claiming to suspect it, making threads full of easter eggs and connections that validated the theory which was now a reality. I've connected the dots, followed by pictures of you sharing wardrobe, slips on interviews, similar backgrounds in your posts across social media, and of course, the two Gladiator Ii interviews. Many resorted to making edits or screaming over your pictures in the premiere, demanding for more content you had yet caved in to share (there was a gigantic carpet of evidence sitting heavy in your cloud).

So, in a way, this support made it hard for you to truly dimension the hate Pedro warned you about: all you saw was fans being happy and showering you with love, making paparazzi to be the only problem as for now.

That's it.

You cave in, turning the phone on as you bite your lip, searching first your Instagram: a bunch of new followers, many with variations of ispunk on their usernames, as well as a swarm of comments on your recent posts. There's a small voice in your head telling you to turn away, but your thumb moves without thinking, clicking on pictures of the red carpet―a carrousel of you and then a picture of you both at the end, one fans had been gushing about the last couple of days, rings on display, practically up their noses. You were smiling, and Pedro was looking at you fondly, his other hand holding Lux but his gaze never leaving yours; he was too perfect to be real―yours.

You unconsciously smile at the captured moment, love obvious on your faces, so you open the comments, thinking it would be the same support or love radiating of the comment.

But boy, weren't you wrong?

It was all the same, support lost between waves of hate. Variations of bodyshaming, age shaming and even gold digger claims were on full display across the comment section. "She's ugly" "In it for the money, am I right?" "I thought Pedro had better taste, lol" "She got the role in Gladiator II because of nepotism. Or cocksucking" and then a cruel answer that read "Right, threesome with Ridley. Ew, what a whore!"

Worst of it all, some even had Pedro profile pictures, or usernames and accounts dedicated to him.

Your heart was beating like crazy, chest heavy and hollow, face red with emotions you couldn't quite place (embarrasment? fear? rage? sadness?) as you kept searching across Twitter*, doing a quick skim of the trendings that included you. The same hate speech pattern was all over the timeline, some betting for divorce in a couple of years (even months!), while others took their time dissecting your looks and relationship. As if they knew. Long gone were the edits and harmless threads: the hate wave was here to stay. Some where even being a bit racist, the irony of it all, being Pedro himself was latino and didn't shy away from it, rather proud as he didn't miss an opportunity to shot out his dear Chile. Or any social issue, as a matter of fact, very vocal on his political beliefs.

This was fucking ridiculous, and if the cameras were an issue, this swarm of negativity is what really took a toll on you, the flashes as you went grocery shopping now barely a scratch. No, this was worst. All you wanted to do was cuddle in a blanket while wearing one of Pedro's shirts and dissappear. Too much noise. Too much hate. You can feel it creeping up your body, tainting your soft curves, wrinkles, acne scars and face. It's like rough hands, tugging harsh, ripping your vocals because you can't scream; no words to express this pain.

You knew one day it would come, but never imagined the hurt and to what extent people were capable of. Cruelty. Dissecting your life and body like it was a show for them to be entertained: your marriage was a circus and your body a joke.

It hurt their condescending dismiss of your love, questioning as if the gap were only numbers and not a pillar of your relationship that made you and Pedro closer, despite the bridge in age. You were reduced to a middle-age crisis, and he to a filthy man pinning for a younger girl. Your body was turn apart, despite no real flaws existing. Humans are meant to be so, not perfect, but real, and that was the problem: you had turn into an object―a target for their dards to pierce through.

Your body shakes violently with cries, deafening your ears that you don't hear when Pedro walks in.

"Why are you crying?" he rushes to your side, panic on his voice. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

You barely manage to shake your head, and then his eyes scan all over your features, until they land on the phone on your hands. The worry turns to anger as he asks:

"You looked at them, didn't you?"

He isn't yelling, but it would be better if he did. This contained fury, fading into dissapointment, as if you were a naive child scolded by their parents makes you feels small and stupid, as if you knew no better.

"I'm sorry-" you manage to choke out among tears, "I know you told me-"

"I told you" he interrupts, words laced with wrath, "so this wouldn't happen. See what happens?"

"Why are you talking to me like it's my fault?" you yell, and Pedro sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. "I didn't ask to receive all this! Do I deserve the death threats, shame and hate?"

He walks past you, and it's like a slap to your face. Was he going to behave like this? Didn't it matter how you felt, or was it something childish that could be brush to the side like nothing? Insecurities you hadn't even think of come crashing down on you, doubts creeping up and attacking you from all sides. It's horrible. You try to hold onto the good memories, praying you don't loose him. You can't. You just can't.

"Answer!" you demand, tears spilling like a broke dam.

"I was just closing the windows. Or do you want to fuel the talk, huh? Give the hungry hoard more to bite?" Pedro then stands to hold your gaze, and you hate that you can't place his emotions. Anxiety corrodes your brain: was this really the beginning of the end?

"Do I?" you dare to speak up, and even if its loud, it comes out drowned, the exhaustion from the emotional turmoil taking its toll on you. "Do I deserve it?"

"No, you don't, carajo!" Pedro bursts. "You don't deserve any of that, which is why I didn't want you looking at those things!"

He sighs, realizing the anger is misdirected.

"I'm sorry"

Your broken wails are the only thing to be heard. He hates himself for being a part of it, even if not the biggest.

"No, I'm sorry for being so stupid" you sob. "I-I just wanted for people to be as happy for us as I am with you"

"Come here" but he's the one cutting the space to embrace you.

His scent calms a part of you, body still rocking with violent shakes.

"You're not stupid. Nor ugly, or any of those things people are calling you. No, mi amor. You're beautiful, smart and talent. They fail to realize I'm the lucky one. So please, don't be hard on yourself, yeah? I can't bear to see it. Less if I know it's not true. You didn't ask for it; you don't deserve all that bullshit"

He presses a kiss to your temple, arms that hug you tighter holding you close close up to the point his heartbeat melts within your own.

I won't let you go. You won't fall as long as I got you.

"We'll get through this, yeah? Think of the future, and what's to come. It's hard, that I know, but let us enjoy the moment. Life is too precious to waste it away" he brushes stray tears with his thumb, softly and full of love that words aren't enough to express. "I'm here" the out loud, "and I'm not going anywhere. That's a promise"

Later that day, Pedro posts a carrousel of unseens, even one of your wedding (a video of your first dance), telling people to leave you alone. That he loves you, and that no malicious news, fans or comments will ever change that―suck it energy laced within his rageful statement.

Safe to say, in the next weeks, hate is barely a small voice whispering in the back of your neck, one that hushes down with each kiss and/or words uttered by your one and only devoted husband.

mandoshoney: y/n protection squad pull up, we ride at dawn starlightt180: unhing3dprincess WHERE ARE U??? PTWT IS IN SHAMBLES AND NEEDS U MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAA elysyannemimi: i feel like a kid scolded by their dad. pedro has achieved the ultimate daddy status bobgirlll: is no one going to talk about how rageful/protective pedro sounded in that story????? NEED MORE FERAL PEDRO RN GRRrrrr ps. photos so cute, wish that was me lol pyramiidsf: i hope y/n is okay, ppl can be so cruel sometimes but at least she's got pedro on her side <3 he's such a perfect man :,)

It had been days since your fight.

In an sweet attempt to cheer you up, Pedro had taken you out for dinner to a fancy restaurant you can't remember the name of. If they'll snap pictures of my wife without my permission, I might as well show you off. So, per his petition, you had wore a little black dress that hugged every curve of your body perfectly and pushed your tits to the top. Stunning, he had growled, and it had been hard to push him off as he devoured your mouth in your house's doorstep.

"Let's give them talk" you had agreed.

So now you sat at the restaurant, Pedro filling your cup of wine for the third time in a row, talking about all and nothing: about politics, the weather, your siblings, Louis the cat, upcoming gigs around your home you wanted to go to, how support had risen and the hate had dwindled, the numerous calls of job offers and interviews to keep on milking your relationship... life had never been more hectic.

"You know, maybe the dress was a bad idea" he takes a bite of his meat, tone nonchalant.

"Yeah?" you challenge, cheeks flushed with alcohol, "why's that? I thought I had to look good. What changed your mind?"

"Turns out" he looks at you, gaze piercing through your body, brown warm eyes darkening, "I figured something"

You know your husband. It's still fresh in your mind the first day you took a notice of it: jaw clenching, gaze fixated at nothing and white fists balled up on to the sides, arms swinging while fingers itched. A vein on his forehead would pop, and brows would melt together in a furrow. It happened when you got recognized by a fan, on your early days, and he had taken a picture of you, uploading it to social media. Dating Pedro had been going on for little to five months, and the way this guy hugged you from behind, hand resting above your ass, had made your then-boyfriend see red. His posture stiffened, demeanor changed and face adquired all the characteristics above. There was only one correct answer: Pedro was jealous, so fucking jealous.

So here he is now, jealous to the bone, alcohol increasing the rage.

"And that is?" you push his buttons, something you normally wouldn't do, but you're drunk and God, so sex-starved. His possesive side was always hot, yet now? It had a layer of allure it didn't have before, the idea of calming him down long lost.

"You know what it is" he answers, but you tilt your head to the side, acting confused. Pedro growls, clenching the glass a bit too tight; you fear it'll break.

"No, I don't" you serve more wine in your glass, savouring the liquid. Some spills into your mouth, and you lick it while not breaking eye contact. "Enlighten me"

"Turns out" the words come out strained, a whirlwind of emotions burning in the tip of his tongue, "that I wanted people to look at my wife, but I looked their looks and realized I don't like how they look at her"

He rambles the words out, speech pattern slurred and ideas clashing into one another, clearly drunk.

"I see" you draw out, demeanor calm, but your panties have started to get wet.

"No" he hits the table, making your eyes go wide and people turn to your table. You should be embarrased, but you're only aroused. "You don't see what I see. And I hate it, I fucking hate it" he seethes, words spit out over your unfinished meal.

"Dessert?" the waiter appears from seemingly nowhere, menu on hand.

Pedro doesn't even look when he answers, "Sure. Bring your best"

"The chef's suggestion is Soufflé, a classic dessert from his country"

"That'll do" Pedro looks at you, but his brain seems to be somewhere else. Like he's thinking. "How long will it take?"

The waiter ponders the answer, yet doesn't think any weird of it.

"About twenty to thirty minutes. Would that be alright? Or would you prefer to switch to one of our quick-fixes? They're as delicious as our fresh and-"

"No" your husband interrupts, eyes shinning with something akin to dangerous. "We'll take the soufflé. Just want my wife to eat the very best"

The waiter smiles. "Sure, will be back in a few. More wine?"

Pedro stops the action, removing the bottle's neck from pouring more red liquid in your glass.

"Won't be needed"

They excuse themselves, leaving both of you alone. The restaurant bubbles with chat and instrumental music from a band playing on a corner, but all you hear is his heavy breathing and your heart.

"I wanted more wine" you pout, not even knowing why you said it.

He smiles devilishly. "I'll give you something better than that"

How does it happen, you have no idea, but then Pedro gets up with a brash move, chair making a sound that draws attention. He smirks, his auburn reflecting on the candle glowing in the center with a light that's menacing.

"I'm going to the bathroom" an announcement that feels like a threat that runs through the newfound tension; it could be cut with even a butterknife.

You sit there in silence, too stunned to speak. Your phone chimes in what feels like an hour (it's been a few minutes, probably three). You open the notification, a single text from Pedro.

I'm waiting.

So this was his plan all along, huh? Maybe he's gotten bored of sex on a bed and room like normal couples, because ever since that time you sucked his dick in his trailer, Pedro has shown an appetite for public sex. Well, more like just shown but never done. Guess that changes as of tonight.

I'm coming.

Truth is, after the reveal and fight, you hadn't had sex since that time before the London premiere. Press tour hadn't finished, and the movie was still playing in theathers, but it feels much longer the time you had gone without having his dick rearranging your insides. That changes as of tonight.

You practically leap out of your sit, rushing to the restroom, which is too fancy for your liking. You're unsure how to proceed, and it should be because you realized how stupid and reckless this is, but it's more because you don't know which door Pedro is behind: men or women.

You knock softly on the ladies room first. "I'm here" you speak, voice small.

After a few seconds, a muffled voice from behind replies: "Me too"

You giggle as he pulls you inside, mouth devouring yours in a hot kiss.

"The lock!" you squeal, yet Pedro is busy buring his face between your breasts, pulling the dress down until he's nipping at the skin before licking the spot with his tongue. Your back is pressed against the tiled white wall, cold meeting your now heating skin.

"Mmm, missed this" he mumbles in a drunken state. "Needed my girls so bad"

His words elicit a moan out of you, a way to comunicate that your body too had been aching for this.

"Please, Pedro-" you whimper, trying to get rid of the pretty dress. He doesn't say it, but his movements command for power, big hands dragging your dress down until the black cloth falls to the floor in a sound filled with grace, it feels merciful.

"Black panties? But I thought I was a man with a plan" he groans, calloused digits ghosting over the wet patch in the middle. He smells your arousal off his fingers, and this is so nasty but you're so into it.

"Two can play" is all you answer, eager fingers unbuckling his belt as you unbutton the formal pants and pull them down to his knees, so with his underwear.

"Sure thing" he chuckles darkly. "Just look at you, baby. So loud, but you gotta be quiet. ¿Quieres que alguien entre y te vea así? Fucking slut, begging for my cock" (do you want someone to come in and see you like this?)

He's always been sweet-talking you through sex, and you know he doesn't mean it aside from being lewd words, but you also didn't know you could be aroused by it. Change is welcome, to say the least.

His hard dick is immediately stroking at the apex of your thighs, like he's got no time to loose, kissing you roughly like he hasn't eat and your mouth is his meal.

"Twenty minutes" he grumbles, groaning.

"Or thirty" you add, whining when his cock brushes dangerously close to your dripping folds.

"Can't believe you're this wet already" he chuckles, but it sounds more like a breathy sigh, lost in the inside of your mouth.

"I've been wet since before we left the house and you kissed me"

"And I kissed you" he adds. "No sé ni por qué putas te traje si sólo quería quedarme en casa y comerte" (i don't know why the fuck i took you out if all i wanted was to stay at home and eat you out)

You moan at his dirty mouth, clicking your tongue as a way to say so.

"You dirty old man-" it dies in your throat when he glides inside your folds with ease, a finger slipping in, then two, as he curls them. Your head rolls back, landing against the door with a hollow thud.

"Dirty? But you enjoy this, don't you?" his fingers buried up your hilt. Your eyelids flutter, whimpering drowned by your lips, bitten so deep you think you start to taste blood. "Bad news, mami. You're as dirty as me"

You choke in your words. "No-"

"No what?" Pedro mocks, sliding his digits out of you and shoving them inside his mouth, sucking on them while looking at you. You whine at the display and loss of them, knowing he's tauting you for fun. "Don't tell me you don't want someone to come in here and see you acting like a dirty slut? To see you almost coming here and now with just two of my fingers"

"Fine. What if I want to, huh? Just give me your damn cock already and quit teasing"

Words were lewd, but Pedro smiles with adoration.

"That's my girl"

His length springing free to slap against his now smooth stomach, your mouth drooling.

"Sit"

He glares back, "in the toilet?"

"Well, do you happen to see a couch or bed?" you quip. "That's right: you were the one who chose the bathroom, desperate old man. So needy, aren't you?"

You see your husband turning around, ashamed, and you laugh. "I didn't think it through" and you avoid to add a that's quite obvious snarky type of reply.

"Want me as much as I do?" Pedro doesn't protest anymore, grunting some spanish curses before sitting on the cold surface. "Good. Then comply"

You swing a leg over his lap, not afraid if the thing breaks, dragging your wet folds against his cock. He moans, gripping your thighs hard, biting at your lower lip to hide a growl that seems to erupt from deep within his chest.

"Gonna ride you, baby. Is that okay?" you take the lead, and Pedro gets frustrated that you're taking up a plan that was originally his. Despite such, he just finds himself nodding wordlessly like a fool.

You line up, desperate to have him inside of you. But you go slowly down, taking his size, maybe because you're drunk or because you'd never fucked in a bathroom before. Because, really, how will you even try to explain your PR team a broken bathroom?

You gasp as he bottoms out, struggling to catch your breath with the relentless push. His strong arm cages your waist, as he moans in your ear, bodies going up and down in sync. His slides are smooth across his length, helping you find your pace.

"Fuck" you whimper, legs starting to shake. "I think I-"

"I know" he interrupts you, a quick kiss to your earlobe. "It's okay; I've got you, linda"

He thrusts upwards, toilet creaking as Pedro keeps you in place.

You bury your teeth into his shoulder to muffle your moans, skin slapping against skin loudly, his movements becoming faster. The pressure keeps on adding, until the tightness on your walls is too much, and you're collapsing over his chest, folds spasming as he empties his load inside of you, seed deep in your walls, dripping down your legs.

"Oh, shit" you gasp, "Pedro!"

"Perdón!" he shouts, then covers his mouth. "Mierda, no quise ser tan ruidoso. Ay, carajo. Didn't want to spill all over you-" (sorry! didn't mean to be so loud. oh, fuck)

"There's a sink" you start, "and toilet paper. We'll manage"

"Right" he looks at his watch, "we got about ten minutes"

You smile, cheek resting against the warm skin of his neck. "If the chef took the whole thirty"

"There's only one way to find out" he gasps for air. "Pero, ¿no estás llena? Still up for dessert?" his big hand finds it's way to your tummy, you still contentedly stuffed full of him. It lingers, and when you look into his eyes, he averts his gaze, ashamed of whatever he thought. (but, aren't you full?)

"After this, I need some sugar to make it home" your eyelids drop. "I'm starving"

He presses a loud kiss to your head, "that's my girl"

"Yours" you pull back to rest your forehead against his. "Just yours"

He jolts forward, capturing your mouth in a hot kiss, and you smile into it.

"Good. Now, I'll give my good girl what she deserves" he takes some toilet paper to clean his spilling load out of you, kisses running from your face to neck. Then, gently so, lets you dress in again, exiting the bathroom first to give you some cleaning up space. When you come back to your table, the Soufflé is there.

"Eat" he commands, voice thick and rough. You smirk, giving it a bite as you look into his eyes: hair disheveled, puffy lips and droopy eyes. The bite mark seems to shine, or maybe you need to lay down for a while. "Y no mires atrás, ¿sí? We got ourselves a crowd" (don't look back, yeah?)

That night, you upload a story with a picture of the dessert with a caption that reads: best meal I've ever had. The context is lost until news of your bathroom affairs hit headlines next morning, but you don't notice: your phone happens to be dead, and you're too busy getting railed in what could count as round two to charge it.

pompeiianbollockr: hello just woke up and saw the pictures WTF TMZ??? did they really do #that 😭 bring back public shaming unhing3dprincess: i bet my grandma they fucked in that fancy ass restroom ㅤㅤmostannoyingbillioner: unhing3dprincess QUEEN U ARE BACK 😭 BETTING UR GRANDMA AGAIN? OH IKTR WE WERE LOOSING THE ANCIENT TEXTS poppysplayground: ohhhhh they're so nasty (do u want a third) ㅤㅤann-gell: poppysplayground fr like INVITEN

The interview for Entertainment Weekly's behind the cover for Gladiator II was supposed to just include Paul and Pedro, but taking advantage of the free publicity and buzz your announcement made, they added you. Especially after the news about your restroom affair had hit, courtesy of TMZ; the rumor wasn't taken into account in the beginning, but now added gasoline to the gossip fire. Just what the movie needed: free promo.

You're sat in the middle of the two men, dressed in white as well, to match their attires with a flowy dress that loosely resembles that of Rome's. Then, Paul begins to speak.

"I saw the film for the first time when I was about 13 with my dad" he talks about the original movie.

"I saw it in the movie theater when it came out" you imagine a young Pedro lined up to see Russell Crowe's magnetic performance and let out a small smile. "I saw it twice, because of how emotional the movie was. Obviously it's incredibly visceral, and epic and the kind of movie you rarely get to see made, uh, these days"

You look at him, elbow resting on the arm chair as your body is all turned to his side. Truth is, you love listening to him, especially when he seems so invested, love for the subject rooted in each word.

Pedrito, you'd affectionally call. Ésto es una conversación, no un monólogo. And he'd blush embarrased, only for you to laugh it off, saying you would turn mute if that meant for him to continue speaking. (this is a conversation, not a monologue)

"It had an impact emotionally. I remember that, I guess, sadistically I was drawn to a second time go back again because, weirdly, it was very comforting. I remember it perfectly came out in year 2000. Right?" he asks, and Paul and you agree with a yeah. "I can remember what theater I was in and everything-"

"What theater was it?" Paul interrupts his passionate talking.

Pedro stops, "It, uh-" he rambles, before you all laugh.

"What about you, y/n? Were you even born?" Paul jokes, making you roll your eyes at his antics and deliberate desire to keep nagging you like some older annoying brother.

"I was like, born a year after you, Paul. But I didn't watch the movie until I was fifteen" you feel the gaze of both men fall upon you. "The first Ridley Scott movie I watched was Thelma and Louise, as you all know. Then my dad insisted I should watch it, and finally, at fifteen, when I had given up on my dreams to go on one last epic trip to the Grand Canyon, he played it. My eyes, they were, like, glued to the screen. I couldn't stop thinking about it for a while" you leave a small lingering touch on Pedro's arm, "just like he said: epic and emotional. Also, I had a huge fat crush in Joaquin Phoenix that lasted until I was twenty"

"That was like, seven years ago!" Pedro yells, making Paul snorts. "I feel deceived"

"Qué dramático. We're both married, you big baby!" you laugh, then make a joke before the next conversation starts: "You wouldn't think he plays an epic Roman General, would you?" (how dramatic)

They film some shots of you and the boys before moving to the next talk.

"I was doing a play in London at the time. I'd met with Doug and Lucy who are the producers of the film in LA, and then a zoom was set up and I spoke to Ridley for about 5 minutes about what Gladiator was going to be about. And then we spoke for the next 25 minutes about like, gaic football and dogs, and then I thought we'd do like camera tests and- but no, he just-" he shrugs. "I found out about two weeks later"

Now it's Pedro's turn.

"I knew that the project existed. I knew that Paul was doing it. I think it started with an actual like meeting with Ridley to go and sit down with him and I, whether or not the movie was going to happen for me or not, I was like I'm going to go meet Ridley Scott" he jokes, making you both chuckle. "It wasn't even about getting the job, it was like I'm going to go and sit down maybe five minutes, ten, twenty, as many minutes as I can"

"It was in LA" you speak up, "in his offices"

"Yeah, and thankfully he was willing to talk about all the things I wanted to know about, in terms of other movies, and that's what it really turned into"

"He's a wonderful Storyteller" Mescal compliments. "You could sit down with Ridley for-"

Pedro makes a joke, speaking over him. "Give me another one, give me another one-"

You still kind of hate the guy after his supposed comments on your husband's weight, but won't talk bad about a man who gave you work and your biggest role to the date yet, so you explain how it happened to you.

"I wasn't even planned to appear on the movie. As a matter of fact, my character was squeezed in last minute. Ridley is, just as they said, indeed, a storyteller" you smile. "The truth is, I worked with Cuba, his granddaughter, on a proyect together, a photography one. I was in London at the time, auditioning for a movie, when we met"

"London?" Paul asks.

"Yes" you laugh, ashamed. "I traveled to London with some of my savings, because you know what they say about not doing and then regretting. But I do regret it; I cried for my money to be back!"

"You didn't get the part" Pedro adds, barely containing a snicker.

"I didn't" you sigh, "Cuba saw me sitting alone on a café, eyes red with tears of failure and talked me into capturing such vulnerable moment. She didn't know me but made my day better, and she took some of the most beautiful pictures I've seen of myself. So, in a way, I won. I mean, she's the reason I got the role: my name came up on a phone call with Scott, as I had already made a name for myself, and showed him the pictures. He got in contact with my agent and I got the role after auditioning. Call that friendship nepotism"

"Didn't Pedro tell you about it? I find it funny that he was in the movie and didn't get you in" Paul comments, curiously.

"We were supposed to remain a secret, and the sudden connection when we had barely interacted according to the public, would've been weird. So no, Pedro rubbed his role on my face and then I came home with the new script as he received his. We both won our roles separately, and until we got it both, we realized just what it would mean"

"But now we're here" Pedro speaks fondly, taking your hand. "Rome conquers it all"

You can only hold his and stare back lovingly.

"Oh" the Irish man feigns disgust, "don't get all lovey dovey on me!"

The topic changes again, as Paul speaks.

"We meet early in the film, and this is again kind of Ridley's genius. He shoots it in a way that it feels plausible, but in like- the real action of that there's no way-"

They start talking ovwe each other excitedly about the process of filmaking, Pedro listing all the settings were the epic action takes place.

"We lock eyes" Pedro jests, "we lock eyes"

"All right" Paul plays along. "Three, two, one"

"i'm right here" you say, pushing your body to the front. "You got me third wheeling in my own marriage"

Paul laughs, breaking contact.

"Time for you to get a taste of your own medicine. You've made the rest of this press tour unbearable!" he protests, but his tone is devoid of complain.

"Marcus Acacius represents like-" Mescal then speaks about your husband's character, "he's a Roman general"

"No, he is the general of Rome" you correct, smirking.

"Be careful, princess. Don't let the emperor see you all over his General" the blue-eyed man next to you mocks, and you roll your eyes again.

"Will you ever let me live?"

Paul then talks about his character. "I'm like a lieutenant in the numidian Army. I kind of see Acacius as this, he- he represents everything that I hate about, uh, the Roman Empire"

"Well, the Roman Empire is expanding and expanding" Pedro takes the word, "and invading Numidia just to gain more and more power, and we realize that there really is kind of no ceiling to the lust of that power"

"And that's to do with the Emperors, right? Like, played by Joe and Fred who are wonderful" Paul adds, complimenting both actors in the process. "And let's not forget our Empress too"

You make a face at that, feeling in the need to defend your character.

"Empress Alba is tragedy. I think she embodies well the feelings of helpnessless all women felt during that time. She's an object, another shiny possesion subjected to her husband's amusement, so she drowns in all pleasure available to forget her existence. Lucius hates her because he sees all the filth of Rome in her, like, this whole debauchery and squandering while the people beg for scraps. But it's a pattern seen across history, isn't it?" you pause. "I think it's interesting to compare her to Lucilla, because she's loved by the people, seen as human- despite being noble. It's sad because it's until too late that Lucius realizes she's a victim of the system he hates"

Pedro smiles at your little intervention, loving the way you explain a character you'd play so graciously. One of your favorite movies is Marie Antoinette, by Sofia Coppola, so probably it felt personal to you in some level. God, hadn't you made him watch it at least ten times?

"It unravels through the film that I've kind of miscalculated who I think Acacius is, just as with Alba" Paul comments.

"His character misunderstands my character just like Paul misunderstands us" Pedro quips, making both of you laugh.

"Then it kind of culminates in a big fight that we have in the-"

"Doesn't it always?" you add. "Wouldn't be an epic without it"

"Do you want to talk about it?" Paul dares, jokingly.

"No we're not talking about it" he cuts him off.

"Who's the better fighter'" Paul asks after some silence. Pedro dares him with a go on.

"I would say I'm better the better share. What you think?"

"I would say Lucius is the better fighter"

"Lucius is the better fighter" Pedro repeats slowly, incredulous. "Do you want us to fight? Lucius is a better fighter than the general of Rome, who survived decades and conquered" Paul tries to defend himself but Pedro doesn't let him. "I fight four men before I get you, and I call it off!"

"Yeah, but I think if you hadn't called it off -"

"You don't think I would have do some sort of mature aged learning-"

They end up discussing a bit more until you clear your throat.

"Why don't you ask for a third party to break your tie?" and you point towards yourself, mouthing a cute me with your painted pink lips.

"No!" Paul immediatly opposes, "It would be biased, silence her!"

"Have you seen Acacius' arms?" you gauge Pedro's arms, biceps flexing under the white attire. "It definitely isn't biased, at all"

The conversation carries on after some more shots. In some, you pose seriously, but in between such, you laugh along with them, Pedro even hugging you and Paul from behind in one of both. No kisses yet, but you know fans will be rabid just with the lingering touches and flirty undertones in your interactions.

"We began together in Morocco, and I think seeing that set and the scale of the production so quickly, desensitized me to the scale of the of what- Malta was in the Coliseum, and Ridley moves at such a pace, which I actually think really helped me because you don't have time to kind of sit there and and kind of bask in the wonder of it" Paul talks. "Because you're shooting three or four scenes, build your expectations of how to meet the size of, it or anything 'cuz 'cause it's impossible" Paul looks at Pedro and asks: "and I think Ridley; did I tell you what Ridley said first day of shooting to me? He came out to the tent while they were dressing the set, thousands of extras, everything fire, camels and he comes in, and he's- he's smoking a cigar, and we're all stood around and he's like Are you nervous? and we're all like No and he slaps me on the back and goes Your nerves are no good to me, before we filmed anything. But I think it was like- it's funny, but it's this idea that this is your playground, and you have to kind of step into it and own it. So, I-I don't actually really remember my first walking into the Coliseum, 'cause I feel like I lived in the Coliseum for about three or four weeks"

"You lived in the Coliseum of your mind" Pedro quips, making Paul laugh.

"I do remember, you know, when I first walked into the Coliseum, you know. It- it gave me chills. Like, literally chills. Look! I still get the goosebumps" you point your arm. "Honestly, all of it felt just too real, and I couldn't help but for a moment, think I actually was in Rome- that I belonged to nobility"

Pedro takes your hand and kisses it gently. "That's because you do, princesa"

"One of the things that I have never experienced on a movie before, is that there was so little left to the imagination" Pedro expresses. "Me and the rest of the ensemble are together in the emperor's box, and there's this enormous battle that's taking place, and Ridley composed all of the off camera for us in the emperor's box, with Paul leaping from one ship to another taking two men down what would you call that?"

"A cloth line flying" Paul answers.

"Clothes line?" you try.

"A flying- a flying clothes line" Pedro decides, carrying on "just so that we could know what we were looking at. I couldn't f*****g believe it"

"That's true" you remark. "The result goes so hard- I mean, it looks amazing" you sheepily laugh. "The action, the violence, the epic... it all shines through. It just- it makes sense"

The conversation shifts again.

"The legacy of the first film is so profound, and has such a strong place in so many people's, like, hearts and minds, it's inescapable, but I was looking at it- and I was like" Paul shares. "The screenplay does a lot of that work for you in terms of like, the rubbing the dirt between the hands. the kind of DNA and the genetics that Lucius inherits. I remember reading the script and there's like, a moment in the script where it's Lucius puts on the breastplate and it's written like Lucius now becomes Maximus"

"But Lucius, despite being a son, is also a man" you counter. "He isn't Maximus"

Paul agrees.

"I kind of tried to park that to one side, because ultimately, where Lucius is coming from at the start of the film, he has a very different journey than Maximus does, and I was hoping that whatever DNA- and even just the physical gestures, was going to be one part of- a kind of small part of the performance" he explains. "What I tried to do is figure out exactly who Lucius was and where those differences lay between Lucius and Maximus"

"One of the things that I loved most about my character is that he's introduced in the beginning of the movie, in this very epic battle sequence, that I think in its own way homages the first film" Pedro shares. "But even better, because we follow him back to Rome and discover his direct connection to one of the only characters that is living and with us from the first movie, and I loved being a a kind of thread, an invitation, into what we know from the first movie by being Connie Nielsen's man"

Paul looks at you silently, before poking your side: "Someone is real quiet with that comment"

You narrow your eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about"

"I am Connie Nielsen's man as Marcus Acacius, but as Pedro Pascal, I'm all y/n's"

Your face goes red at how easily you are to be understood, your husband answering just what you wanted to listen.

"Ha! Look at your face, I was right!" Paul ridiculises you.

But after such an embarrasing moment, he shifts the conversation again.

"There's a moment where Pedro has this, uh- it's so clever from a- from an acting standpoint, but also in the in the script like, you see this brutalizing Force come into Numidia, and there's this section where there's the burning of the bodies, and that it's one of my favorite shots in the film" Paul muses. "It's this closeup on Pedro, when he says Vae Victis to the conquered, and you feel like it's a really difficult thing to communicate in one line, that you see: Oh, this General is, kind of wearing this responsibility with great difficulty and shame"

"I wasn't doing that at all" your husband deadpans. You stiffle a giggle.

"You were very good in it" Paul argues back with a smile.

"That wasn't what I was playing" he insists, serious but Paul asks What were you playing? and you all laugh.

"If I had a favorite scene, I'd say it'd be naval fight" you mention. "The colliseum is filled with water, and it's this- it feels like a thing that has never been done before, and with the people cheering and the buzz, and the announcement and echo of the drumming, it's as if you were there, in the crowd. The tension is palpable, the violence is thrown at your face but the scariest one, is the one that lies underneath. Uh, Lucius character tries to attack the General while we, you know, the royals and especial guests, are sitting at our box, and he gets so close, it serves, I think the bottom climbing the ladder to bite the ankles of the top. Obviously, that before we know who Lucius actually is, but I think it's kind of cool"

The interview is ending, the last of your twelve-minute conversation being filmed now.

"I am really excited for everyone to see Paul" Pedro beams, making the younger one laugh. "I'm sorry but it has to be said. You are sensational in the movie" then adds, "and pretty easy on the eyes"

"Everyone in this movie is easy in the eyes" you quip, looking at your side. Pedro coughs a bit before speaking again, even if a faint blush is coating his cheeks.

"-And he worked so hard, and I got to see that happen like, in front of me, and on the day and just lead with Ridley, this enormous crew and this enormous cast... To get to see that, on the big screen, is really exciting and I think people are going to- they're going to love it"

"That's very kind" you exclaim softly with a smile, then add. "I'm sure of it, especially if you were a fan of the first. Both are very interwined, although each film is its own thing" you comment.

"For a lot of us, the actors, we haven't worked on a film on that scale" you violently shake your head "and I think, there's a little bit of trauma bonding that went on with, kind of having to- kind of feel like, total impostor syndrome within it all. But to see your friends operate at that level on a film of that scale, doing like incredible work. I think, across the board, I haven't seen a film on this scale for a long long time rhat's rooted it has the scale and the performances, and I personally think it's one of Ridley's greatest pieces of work"

senhoritamayblog: y/n was SO REAL holding pedro's arm and talking abt how he'd beat paul bc he's beefy ME WHEN moltisantiii: you know what i think ridley's greatest piece of work is? giving us this trio youlooklike-clarabow: y/n is truly a princess 🥹 i don't know if i want to be y/n to be with pedro or pedro to be with y/n ㅤㅤann-gell: youlooklike-clarabow well, she's the people's princess after all!

You haven't even left the room when Pedro is all over you, kissing your neck on that sweet spot of yours that elates a little breathy whine. Doesn't he know you well?

"What are you doing?" you manage to squeak out as his needy big hands grope your body, flesh soft under the flowy white dress. He grunts when he catches your panties, embarrasingly wet already at just a few sloppy kisses and eager touches.

"What do you think?" he whispers against your ear as you both try to walk away from where voices can be heard, and then Pedro is guiding you to a room, closing the door behind him. If he was able to walk to the room while kissing you, he must've seen it in a passing. Had your husband plan this all along? Greedy needy old man.

"What I think, baby, is you're forgetting something" you push him off, giggling. He makes a little pout, making it hard to keep your ground. "Now that everyone knows we're married and we suddenly both go misteriously missing at the same time, they'll just put two and two together. I mean, does it really take a smart person to figure it out?"

Pedro doesn't back down, still caging your frame against the locked door.

"So?" his annoyed and tense voice only makes you laugh more. That turned on was he? Pedro seems annoyed at your fit of laughter, his pants tight.

"What do you mean so? We almost got caught by Paul last time!" you chuckle amused. "And, are you seriously going to pretend TMZ didn't air our bussiness just about last week?"

"Well, maybe you should've thought about it before" he goes back at the task of attacking your mouth, words spewing in between hungry kisses. You mouth a little taunting innocent looking Before what? and then Pedro is talking while his gaze is glued to yours, tightening his arms around you, and the answer is just about that. "You should've thought about it before getting all flirty with me, grabbing my arm in front of the camera like the naughty girl you are. So fucking needy you can't hide it for a few hours, can't even go through an interview without touching me, looking at me, being possesive at a fictional marriage even" your face burns hot with embarrasment at that. Oh, was he being nasty on purpose? Why bring that up? "Haven't I taught you manners?"

It's hard to force yourself to hold his gaze while standing still. Taunting. Defiant.

"José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you chastise, "do you want people to know we are raw dogging in the dressing room? That's the manners you so badly talk about"

His face goes red, his demostrations stopping for a bit as he studies your now serious face.

"Wait, do you want to raw dog in the dressing room?" he gasps at the boldness in your words, which, to be fair, is kind of exaggerated, as you both have said worst stuff before. "That's not what I had in mind"

"That's not?" you arch an eyebrow. "Oh, no. Absolutely not. You can't just kiss my neck greedily and touch my body eagerly like a goddamn starved horny idiot, and then expect me to not act up on it, you old man"

There's silence before he speaks up again. "Y/n, you talked about manners"

You take a deep breath in, making sure the door is actually locked.

"Well, fuck them manners"

You capture his lips on a hungry kiss, same kind of force you had made fun of him, just minutes ago. He's pushing his tongue inside of you, as his hands move up to your shoulders and back down to your waist. You rub yourself against him, looking for some kind of friction, and his big calloused hands pulls your waist closer in an attempt to do the same.

"Manners maketh man" he's reciting, and such stupid proverb and line from one of his old works shouldn't turn you this much. Pedro lifts up the dress until your body is devoid of the cotton, murmuring about how unfair it was for you to taunt him with translucent cloth, tender flesh hiding under the white. So hard to focus on interviews, mami, when you're close to me or something like that, as you're too lost in the fire. No bra? Fuck, baby. Do you want to kill me?

"Sofa" you command, eyes darting to the furniture so you can show him where. "Now"

You take off your panties in a go, revealing the slick that's just a few seconds from running down your legs.

"I see, my legs won't be the only thing drooling" you mock his agape mouth. He takes off the blazer with shaking hands, sitting as you get on top of him. Pedro kisses his way down your neck, sucking on the skin. How will you get out of here without comfirming suspicions? Surely, there must be something inside here that could be of help.

"Well, I've wanted to do this for a while" he mumbles against the now red patches of before honey-ed skin. Again? you think.

"Have me or fuck again in public?" you ask out loud, and even if you're laughing, there's a layer of fondness in your voice. "I'm starting to wonder if you have an exhibition kink, papi"

He breathes a little no before biting right above your collarbones, his tongue then releaving the pain with a wet slick move over the flesh as you let out a whine.

"Busy schedule, mami. A husband's gotta find a way to make time for his pretty wife, even if it means fucking her in the goddamn dressing room" he says into your ear. Pedro had done more interviews than you, and between that and filming for his other projects, he's right. "So what if they find out? Need them to know who you belong to. I'm just a devoted husband, will you punish me for that?"

You caress his face, pristine hair now disheveled, the gel succumbing to the heat and sweat trapped in the room.

"Look at you, naughty boy. El burro hablando de orejas" you laugh, "but of course I won't. Need you too so bad" (look who's talking)

His finger wanders down to your pussy, big hand roaming around the area. His middle and ring finger run over it, the golden band starting to shine with your arousal. Fuck, that just made you wetter.

"Shit, baby. You're so eager... wasn't lying when you talked before"

"Needed you since you kissed me today, when you woke up" your teeth grit at his lingering digits. "Your dick rubbed against my bare thigh, fucking hard"

Truth is, you're always horny; being married to Pedro Pascal does that to you. But mornings? Waking up to that handsome face and girthy dick? You really be testing yourself sometimes.

"Jesus, mami" he whistles. "So fucking dirty, thinking about me all the interview because my morning wood grazed your skin, you dirty naughty girl"

Pedro finally slides his fingers inside of you, making you squirm under his gaze as your back archs. "So fucking beautiful, can't believe you're all mine" he moans and you squeeze his shoulders, nails digging and bruising his skin under the shirt that sticks to his skin, body heating up like a furnace.

"Please, Pedro" you plead, lip biting your under to supress a whimper. "Please curl your fingers, need to have you- feel you inside. Fuck-"

Your words cut off as he moves his fingers with learned ease, his thumb rubbing your clit as a treat.

"Mmm" you murmur with pleasure, back arched again, your tits too dangerously close to his face. Without much thought, he licks your nipple and then devours the whole breast with his mouth. All while looking at you, this absolute horndog. Your nails dig in deeper as you pronounce his name in a shaky exhale. Wanting more. Begging for more.

"Mmm? That's right" his palm on your waist squeezes lightly, more pressure on his grip. "Can't speak 'cause I'm making you feel so good, huh?"

You don't answer, instead throwing your head back, nails digging deep to the point he winces, making a face by the pain. You mouth an apology, but then he licks your nipple again, and teeth move to your nibble your earlobe―you're not sorry anymore.

"S-stop" you choke out, body shivering.

"What? Can't take what you asked for? No muerdas más de lo que puedes masticar, niña mala. Bad girl" (don't bite off more than you can chew, bad girl)

His lewd words elicit another moan out of you.

"I-I can. In fact, I want- no, need more. I don't want to cum on your fingers" you whisper in his ear, hot breath probably why he shivers. "Pull down your pants, pretty boy, because I want to cum on your dick"

"Fuck, mami. What a dirty mouth" he moans.

Eager hands try to lower his pants as your fiddle with the same feel, the borrowed wardrobe struggling to get off in the current position. His underwear goes next, and you squirm as he aligns his tip with your dripping entrance.

You moan and he grunts, as his dick enters your tight folds, sounds clashing onto each other as so do your bodies, fitting perfectly. His hands travel from your waist to ass, his head against the back of the sofa, your hands that were before on his shoulders now on his chest.

"Such a pretty view you're giving me, wifey" he tries to laugh, but the sound comes out strained along each powerful stride of his cock that buries inside of you, each bouncing harder, his hands pathethically running over your ass, back, hips, and legs, as his eyes devour the way your tits jiggle with each thrust, tongue burning with desire to suck on the skin again. "So beautiful, and all mine. Only mine. Mía"

His words drip with devotion and wordship; all the love in the world. Pedro calls you beautiful, goddess, and a string of spanish words crossed with adoration. Mami. Linda. Princesa. Diosa. Hermosa. It has your orgasm looming over, head spinning and pussy stretched, walls tightening.

"I'm close" you whisper, riding him with soft-paced movements as his turn sloppy.

You see stars, walls almost kicking his dick out as you coat it in your slick, arousal dripping down until it's coated his balls and smeared the white attire. Fuck. Now Pedro's moving his waist, hunting for his own orgasm.

"Me too" he breathes out, "stay with me"

His hands travel sloppily to your waist, lazily holding you still with his calloused digits.

"Quick, baby" you breath out, "I'm sensitive"

"I'm almost there. Just hold on a little longer" then a whine before shakily pleading. "Please, please, just wait for me"

You move your hips slowly, aroused by his needy pleads, robbing a moan out of him. "Cute" you praise, making his cheeks redden with sweat and blush.

He is cute: hair messed up, mouth red and puffy, and brown puppy eyes.

"I love you so much" Pedro let's out, and it sounds like a confession, despite being married for so long.

"I know, baby, I know" you reach for his face, removing some sweat beads from his forehead, and he leans on the touch, closing his eyes as another gutural growl erupts from his chest. "I love you too"

You keep on riding until you feel his dick twitch inside of your walls.

"We need to stop doing this" you pant out.

"Too late for that, bonita. At least no one found out this time" Pedro laughs. "But you like the talk, don't you? Gonna give 'em something to talk about" he pants, "will fill you up so good you won't be able to walk without my seed spilling from you" sweat beads from your face fall onto his. He obscenely licks the salty drops. "Te voy a dar tantos hijos, que no cabrán en la casa. That way they will know you're mine" (will give you so many kids, they won't fit in the house)

You moan loufly, folds now coated on thick ropes of hot cum, as his movements come to a stop, slowing down until all that can be heard is your uneven breaths trying to recover.

And on cue, there's a knock at the door. Shit. You both remain silent, as if it would stop, but the knocking turns persistent.

"Pedro, I know you're in there"

It's Paul freaking Mescal, again. You might just have to invite him next time if he keeps showing up like that.

"Should I go?" Pedro whispers, and you shrug, stating it would be weirder to pretend he wasn't if Paul knew he was. "How do I look?"

You eye him up and down, eye glistening with dissaproval, red cheeks giving away your thoughts as if the furrowed eyebrows and ashamed gaze didn't already.

"We are fucked"

"No" he giggles, "we just fucked"

"That's not funny!" you roll your eyes, playfully smacking his chest. "Please, look into the mirror and try to fix yourself a bit. If not, we're doomed to be remembered as a horny couple. Oh, we were going so well! Fans will make fun of us and the press will call us horndogs" you lament, exaggerating your voice.

"Oh, shush. We wanted to be able to be in public. This is what it feels like"

You blush. "Maybe we can reduce the public aspect a bit..."

Pedro snorts before doing a quick fix to his appearance, walking to the door where Mescal patiently waits behind. Oh, of course; that little fucker. After the TMZ news dropped, he connected the dots and know that whatever happened in that trailer when Pedro told him to fuck off, wasn't holy at all. Now, he's probably laughing or scheming.

"Paul!" Pedro opens the door. "W-what's up?"

The younger man does a quick scan of his friend, barely able to hide a laugh.

"Looking radiant, my friend" he answers with a shit-eating grin. "They need to do some re-shootings. Have you happen to seen y/n? She just keeps dissappearing when you- oh, when you do!" he mocks. "Well, if you ever happen to find y/n, tell her you both need to get a good fix unless y'all want to show up on TMZ again. I'm pretty sure you can find something in this dressing room to cover those marks, yeah?"

He finally breaks down laughing in front of Pedro's shocked face.

"Ah, you guys are the absolute worst" he folds in a fit of laughter, "so fucking horny you end up fucking in bathrooms and dressing rooms!"

Your voice can be heard from inside as you growl, face red with fury and shame:

"Hijo de puta" (son of a bitch!), "don't make me bring Daisy Edgar-Jones into this!"

l-u-n-a-m: they're just milking their relationship atp for promo but i'm not complaining need more pictures of the photoshoot NOW vnightx: istg if they don't stop flirting in front of my single ass face. i need a gun at0michips: have i gone insane or does pedro have love bites ㅤㅤmybritishstyle: MI HIJO DOES NOT HAVE LOVE BITES. HE JUST FELL DOWN THE STAIRS

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @trashcora / *i'm never gonna call twitter as X. it's still twitter, and will always be. fuck that ugly bigot filthy billionaire hoe called elon-trump-cocksucker-musk.

[sp-by-april]

you have time, I have a request! (mainly for Kyle but) could you make the main four reacting to f!reader moaning while getting a back/shoulder massage? If you do, I’ll literally give you my soul

Plz and thank you

Ooh, okay! This was an interesting one! I got a little smutty with this but didn't go too wild because I wasn't sure if that's what you were looking for.... But I can do a very smutty part two if you want! 💖

💚 Kyle starts out clinically, like he's reading WebMD in his head. He genuinely wants to help.

Starts out focused, responsible, very therapeutic pressure only.

You moan once. A soft, involuntary sigh. His hands freeze like he just committed a felony.

His hands slow down, and his voice gets low: "Yeah? Right there?" and then he's unclasping your bra,

If you squirm a little under the pressure, his mouth twitches like he's fighting a smile. "Don't move. I'm not done with you yet,"

The second you're moaning and praising him, he's practically shaking with restraint.

He starts like a boy scout and finishes like he's thinking about knocking you up. Because he is.

💙 Stan thought he was doing this platonically. For about ten seconds.

"Your skin's soft. Is that weird? Sorry. You're just really... Wow, okay. I'll shut up,"

Realizes he's touching your bare shoulders and short-circuits.

He keeps his voice low and soothing, like he's narrating a sleep meditation.

Will rest his chin lightly on the top of your head and/or your shoulder without asking.

You lean into him once and he almost starts humming without realizing it.

He whispers "You okay?" in your ear as if he didn't just get hard from rubbing circles between your shoulder blades.

🧡 Kenny is 30% massage therapist, 70% whore. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Rolls up his sleeves and cracks his knuckles like he's about to fix your life and ruin it in the same 20 minute time span.

He lives for how you react under him. Tiny gasps, shivers, the way your shoulders move. He's watching for it.

And yeah, he's definitely hard as fuck the whole damn time.

It's not a massage, it's foreplay. He's smug, skilled, and weaponizes tension for maximum tease.

💔 Cartman insists he's doing you a favor, but he really just wants an excuse to get his hands on you.

Complains the whole time but still makes you lay down while he sits on your thighs so he can "reach better,"

"You're gonna owe me. Big time. Like buying me cheese fries and sucking me off big,"

But he doesn't suck at it. He's weirdly good with his hands.

He won't admit it, but the second you go soft and trust him, he's melting. He'll be like, "Does that feel good? Like, for real?"

[darlingdaisyfarm]

HEYY!! DIDN’T NOTICE THE ASK BUTTON UNTIL NOW! IM JUST WONDERING HOW YOUR DOING, AND HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAYYY (I apologize for not saying sooner, just found out how to like idk ask or something)

I SWEAR I DON’T MEAN TO SOUND PUSHY OR IF I ASK TOO MANY TIMES, PLEASE JUST SAY IF UTS ANNOYING, BUT DO YOU HAVE: “Jealous!Stanford Pines x Reader” ? CAUSE IDK IM JUST CURIOUS 😭💔

⋆౨ৎ˚ jealous!Ford x you hcs ˖ ࣪

ahhh, thank u so much sweetheart!! no it's not annoying at all, pls dont say that. and sure, here it is! honestly it was pretty helpful for me too because im writing a fic where Ford experiences jealousy. i think it also depends on what exactly he's jealous of (his own brother, random person, pet, etc) and your stage of the relationship

warning its a bit suggestive at the end

ꪆৎ Ford's jealous streak is most obvious when it comes to your mind, i think. like, if you’re showing too much interest in someone else’s ideas, books, or theories, he’ll be the first to drop some passive-aggressive comments

ꪆৎ you’re talking about some science or philosophy with someone, and Ford’s watching, feeling that tiny gnawing jealousy of someone challenging his brilliance. . . he won’t snap, but you'll catch him slipping in little comments, “well, actually, my research on this subject. . . ah, never mind. not worth mentioning to a layperson” ofc it's not directed at you! but to that idiot who dared to interest you

ꪆৎ later, though, after a long talk, he’ll pull you into his study and try to “explain” why only his thoughts matter <333 “you should know, sweetheart, i have 12 phds, allow me to explain you this properly.”

ꪆৎ “what? i’m not upset. i just think it’s interesting that you laughed at his joke when i’ve been trying to impress you with my brain for three years.”

ꪆৎ he starts touching you more too. hand on your knee during conversations. brushing your fingers when handing you smth. standing behind you, palm at the small of your back when you’re with others. and yet still, he doesn’t say a word because he doesn't wanna ruin anything. but his body moves on its own. “this is mine,” is what he’s trying to say

ꪆৎ Stan has always been the loud, charismatic one. Ford’s the thinker, the quiet one, who would rather bury himself in books than make small talk but he just cant help it. Ford doesn’t like it, he doesn’t like how his heart races with frustration or how his fists ball up, wanting to grab you and pull you away. he wont do it, but it doesn't mean he cant imagine it

ꪆৎ if you wear something revealing, Ford absolutely adores it, but insists on walking right next to you all evening

ꪆৎ he overhears you talking about a celebrity crush and spends ten minutes googling them in secret, furiously comparing their jawlines, yeah

ꪆৎ OMG. i believe he clears his throat when someone flirts with you... you know

ꪆৎ if it’s Stan flirting with you, Ford plays it off like he’s above it “Stanley, can you be serious for once?” but his eyes are laser-focused on you, reading your expression

ꪆৎ lmao, you'll probably hear smth as “i hope you had a pleasant conversation with my brother. he can be. . . charming, when he wishes.” prob says it with the politeness of someone screaming internally. and then he obsessively throws himself into work, convinced he's being ridiculous. you're allowed to have friends. you’re not his. not really

ꪆৎ i mean, he wants you to be. but he's terrified of what he might become if he lets himself act like it

ꪆৎ a lot of phrases like “well, i would’ve helped you carry that, but i assume your new friend has that covered.”

“no, go ahead! ill wait. im clearly not as exciting to talk to.” he’ll say it politely though, you wont even notice. even with a smile. and if you don’t pick up on it, he gets quiet and tells himself he’s just being irrational, but it still eats him alive

ꪆৎ Ford still tries to suppress it, but his eyes give him away. he stares. hard. at the person touching you. at the way your mouth curves. at your hands when they gesture

ꪆৎ and if he lets this jealousy win in the public, which happens like really rarely, Ford will absolutely pull you away from a conversation. six fingered hand at your elbow, “excuse us” and you’ll be halfway down the hall before he spins you against the wall

ꪆৎ but may also say, when you're two alone after you spend whole evening talking to someone, “oh, im sorry, were you enjoying yourself? you seemed so. . . engaged with them. i didn’t want to interrupt.”

ꪆৎ you get a pet. a cat, a dog, whatever. and suddenly your affection is going to this creature and not him. Ford doesn’t act out but he gets so still. sits next to you while you pet it, hand on your thigh, but not saying a word. you look over and he finally admits, looking so needy, “i’m being ridiculous but i want to be babied too” so you pull him into your lap instead and he kisses your shoulder with a quiet smile <3

ꪆৎ he gets also weirdly sulky about it. “you let the cat sleep on your chest, when it's my turn?”, “i counted, you kissed it on the head four times. i only got two :(” yes he’s serious. he’s a little unwell

ꪆৎ uhh, u call your pet “baby” and Ford visibly pouts

ꪆৎ if you’re talking to someone “too long” at a gathering, Ford won’t interrupt. but he will appear silently next to you, hand brushing your lower back, and when you finally break away and turn to him like “what’s up?” he’ll smile, as always, so polite. “nothing. i just missed the sound of your voice”

“that person seemed very interested in you. lucky them.”

“did you like the way they looked at you?”

ꪆৎ and the thing is, he’s insecure. so when he’s possessive, it’s always laced with guilt. Ford hates that he wants to stake a claim. hates how it feels to need you so much it makes his skin crawl when you’re focused on someone else

ꪆৎ Ford's jealousy always turns into guilt. he’s always so self-critical, he feels like he should be better than this. Ford knows it’s irrational, that you wouldn’t cheat or leave him for someone else, but it doesn’t stop the surge of possessiveness.

ꪆৎ he can’t help but feel like maybe he’s not enough for you, and that’s what sparks the jealousy in the first place. he feels the jealousy deep in his chest, this irrational, ugly thing he can’t quite stamp out

ꪆৎ he’ll kiss your neck just a little too hard. grip your wrist too long. but it’s always followed by “was that okay?” or “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to get carried away.” and god help him if you ever tease him for it

ꪆৎ “ohhh, baby. you’re jealous, aren’t you?” he’ll bristle, sputter, adjust his coat and glasses, trying to avoid looking into your eyes. “that’s ridiculous. i— no, i simply don’t appreciate disrespect. I’m not. . . possessive.” but when you'll play this game of silence, watching him, waiting him to spill it, oh he will!! “okay. was it that obvious?” he’ll say this so small. you’ll want to eat him alive <3

ꪆৎ Ford doesn’t always keep it all bottled up, so then, when you’re finally alone and he got u all to himself, he’s kissing you, but being more rough about it, not like hurting you, but sometimes, i like when Ford gets more dominant and brave in his actions. hand around your jaw, palm splayed across your back, pulling you in. “you’re mine.” he'll whisper right into your lips because hes lowkey getting turned on by your little gasps whenever he tightens his grip. “no one else gets to hear these sounds from you. please, tell me, tell me im the only one.” he always has to ask, always needs to hear it back

ꪆৎ if you ever jokingly mention how hot he gets when jealous, he will hide his face in your shoulder/neck/hair, very very quietly muttering, “you’re cruel, honey, you enjoy making me lose my mind, don’t you?”

[pankowcrumbs]

Marvel Masterlist

Please note Tom Holland is on my main Masterlist with his brothers.

My requests are always open!

💕Fluff 🌶️Smut 18+ ❤️‍🩹 Angst 🖤Sad 💛Male reader ❤️‍🔥 possessive 💔 heartbreak

Chris Evans

💕Snowed in (one shot requested)

Snowed in on Christmas day isn't the worst.

💕 Triplets (one shot requested)

Early morning on your Triplets' third birthday.

🖤💕 Our Little Miracle (one shot requested)

After 3 miscarriages you and Chris finally get a happy ending.

💕 Twirling home (one shot requested)

Chris and your daughter surprise you at your ballet performance.

💕 Fake It 'Til You Feel It (one shot requested)

A PR relationship turns into something very real.

💕 Loving you in public (one shot requested)

You and Chris break up before a red carpet and then your friends help you get back together.

💕Not me (one shot requested)

You're dating Sebastian and Chris can't understand why it can't be him.

Dad Chris AU (connected stand alone stories with the same kids Millie, Maisie, Ava and Jude.)

💕Silent (one shot requested)

The kids are finally all asleep on a long car ride and a soft moment between you and Chris.

🖤 Funeral (one shot requested)

Chris and the kids supporting you at your mum's funeral.

💕Snow day (one shot requested)

Stuck in a snowstorm Chris makes the best out of being snowed in.

Captain America/Steve Rodgers

Sebastian Stan

💕 You never called me back (long one shot)

You find out you're pregnant after Sebastian has already broken up with you and blocked you so he doesn't know until years later.

The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

💕 You Won't (one shot)

Bucky is scared this mission will make him turn back into the winter soldier with no memory of her and she assured him he wont forget her.

💕 Pissed off (one shot)

Bucky gets kidnapped but the fact they pissed off his sniper wife is more dangerous.

Chris Hemsworth

Thor

Tom Hiddleston

Loki

Paul Rudd/Ant Man

Anthony Mackie/The Falcon

RDJ/Iron Man

Elizabeth Olsen

💕It's you X Fem Reader (one shot requested)

You bump into each other after six years.

💕The Sandcastle Pact X Fem Reader (one shot requested)

You and Elizabeth have a day at the beach like when you were kids.

💕Surprise Fem Reader (one shot requested)

It's your birthday and you hate surprise parties so Lizzie has something else planned.

The Scarlet Witch

Benedict Cumberbatch/Doctor Strange

Scarlett Johansson/Black Widow

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[senbbonzakura]

hii!! don't be shy posting anythin, that's cool when new people appear who write south park stuff! 🤍 can i request (f!reader) picnic headcannons with kenny, stanley and kyle? it can be platonic or romantic(sure, aged up), idc

sure!! thank u sm for being my first headcannons req anon !! 🤍 ill try my best with these bc i never was on a picnic so i have to use my imagination on how it works.. also i made this romantic, theyre like 17-18 here

⋆ PICNIC WITH MAIN 3 :

✩ — STAN !

this guy was so flattered when u asked him to go do a picnic with u

he was so excited he couldnt sleep

brought cookies and dr pepper...

its because he was walking around the store for like 30 minutes in denial of what would you like to eat 😭😭

like.. will u like it? what if youre picky? mostly everyone likes cookies so cookies it is

butttttt he brought money to the picnic too in case you need something

he picks a nice outfit for himself!!

and by that i dont mean a suit or anything like that... its just a tee that you once said you liked and his fav baggy jeans

so nervous before meeting u for the picnic. mostly bc of the food. what if youre not happy with the food he brought☹️

he brought a picnic blanket too tho!!

he tries to settle it himself but its sort of windy and he drops the blanket...

it flies away

but dw luckily he got it!!

he tries to settle it ahain but DONT trust him with that bc its gonna fly away again so help him pls😭

once its all settled he tries to make it romantic somehow?? he doesnt know how to be romantic without it being corny tho😕

so he just passes u everything u ask for!!

totally did not put the picnic basket next to himself on purpose..

with stan its mostly just giggles and stuff. he will hold your hand or hug you there and there but he enjoys just talking with you like he would with a best friend, if you know what i mean??

he kisses your cheek and thanks you for all the effort you put in everything <3

✩ — KYLE !

he suggests the picnic 🤗

kyle is the most organized one of them all

before the picnic he knows what to bring and what food you like

like what??? how did he know that?? did he put cameras around ur house or smth

or maybe ur parents just like him a lot so they told him stuff..

keeps checking if he has everything

he also brings you a flower!!

hes a gentleman😭

somehow manages to settle the blanket himself??

he also picked the perfect time of the day so it would be sunset

puts sm effort in to show you how much he loves you!! hes so sweet

brought like a backup hoodie for you just in case youre cold😕

he doesn't really like touching you in public, so expect a hug and a kiss from him only after it gets darker after the sunset

or if he thinks no one is watching

ike definitely wanted to go with you two

kyle said no

he wants it to be a moment just for you and him

ike still comes along with sheila "on accident" but for like a few minutes bc kyle begged them to leave you two alone😭

HE WAS SO EMBARRASSED THAT HIS MOM CAME TOO💔

he apologizes to you

its not like hes embarrassed bc of sheila, its just the fact that his MOM came, if u get what i mean

what more can i say?

besides that its all perfect !!

✩ — KENNY !

you suggest the picnic

he thought abt it before and wanted to ask you too but money... 😕

he immediately said yes and saved money just for that occasion

he knows what food u like

its because usually when you two hang out he randomly asks you stuff like "whats your fav food?" in that case

and he remembers every answer u give him🤗🤗

he brought food and you brought the blanket

he actually made sure to bring enough for the two of you

thats so sweet😕

he doesnt gaf abt public, he will show his love to you everywhere

so he has his arm wrapped around you most of the time

and also kisses your shoulder or cheek sometimes !!

he would do the rizz thing with "hey you have something there" while pointing at ur chest and then he would grab ur chin so u look at him and he kisses u

its just a joke tho😭

thats not a great way to flirt in his opinion

he would also chuckle before kissing u !!

sweeeeeeeet

after the picnic he offers to walk you to your home <3

he also holds your hand while walking

when youre about to leave he hugs you and thanks you for everything too🤗

fill my requests up guys!!

[jewbeloved]

Hello! I saw your requests were open and I just couldn't resist.

Could you do the main 4 + Twerk and Craig with a male S/O who is like Sans from Undertale? Only if you want to of course! Have a nice day/night :)

Team Stan + Tweek and Craig with a sans! s/o🤍💙🩷

Kyle's note: Sure thing! <3 You didn't specify if the reader had the same powers sans has so I will add it in there.

Warnings: Laziness ROTFL

Gender: Male

💙 Stan "Darsh" I mean Marsh- 🍼

Dude wtf? why the hell are you drinking ketchup at 3 in the morning-

wait, YOU'RE DRINKING KETCHUP?!?!?!

Stan cannot believe his eyes when he saw you slurping that ketchup bottle as if it was your normal everyday water bottle.

And now you made him a hotdog that barely has anything on it? The laziness-

Not concerned about your lazy behavior since he can be quite lazy himself too. He'll probably lay upside with his head hanging down while sitting next to you on the couch.

He got creeped out when you first showed him your gaster blasting thingys. Wait are you pointing one of them at him?!-

He finds some of your pun jokes funny too!💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Jewflovski 🎉

Oh dear lord help him, He just wakes up in the morning and sees you drinking a bottle of ketchup on his computer because you and him were video chatting all night.

Does not question your weird behavior with the ketchup because he's too tired for this.

You like to annoy him with your god awful puns just to see his reaction every time he nags you about being lazy.

(Name), you're annoying the poor dude...he's trying to study in peace and all he hears is you coming up with new jokes to bother him. 💔

Isn't creeped out by those skull blaster things like Stan. He basically shoots laser beams himself in his human kite alter ego.

Will be surprised when you suddenly lift him up into the air by using his soul.💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Fartman 🍓

Even for him He finds you drinking ketchup completely weird. He wonders if you had been Jew washed by Kyle into thinking ketchup is meant to be used as a drink.

He also finds your pun jokes funny, especially when they are directed towards Kyle. But he won't be happy if you're joking about his weight though.

Will 100% use your powers to benefit him in his schemes. Like if he wants to rob people he can just tell you to summon them gaster blasters to scare that person into giving Cartman what he wants.

The list goes on forever about what he can do with that special powers of yours.

He's all down with having a lazy day with you as well. Dude sits down on the couch playing games with snacks next to him.

Y'all are definitely a perfect match for each other....most of the time...❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Poormick 🥭

He's probably the only one that isn't weirded out by you drinking ketchup. He practically goes through the trash can for money and food sometimes.

He absolutely loves the puns you make. He even lets his sister join in on hearing your jokes, you always put a smile on her face whenever she's feeling sad and Kenny thanks you for that.

He was flabbergasted when he saw your powers the first time when you were defending him from a bully who was picking on him.

You blasted that punk to ashes.

Kenny is now obsessed with your powers and he always asks to see them with every given opportunity.

But please don't accidentally kill the poor dude- 😢🧡🧡🧡🧡

💛 Tweek Twark ☕

Doesn't notice you drinking ketchup the first time.

I can legit imagine Tweek spacing out when he's in the middle of drinking too much coffee like this:

He has coffee cups everywhere it should be obvious that he drinks a lot of coffee without noticing.

He'll probably notice when he finds a lot of ketchup bottles around the place and then he walks in on you chugging down a whole ketchup bottle.

Also visibly weirded out by you drinking ketchup but won't question it.

Like Kenny, he also loves your puns too. They always make him feel better whenever he is feeling really stressed out.

He'll get scared at your powers so it's probably not a good idea to just summon the gaster blasters when he's not in the right mindset.

He will grow to feel more at ease with them though. 💛💛💛💛

💙 Craig Fucker ⚽

He just blankly stares at you drinking ketchup like a statue and then flips you off at last sec before going back to what he was doing.

Nah you expect him to show a better reaction of you drinking ketchup? He goes to school with a bunch of crazy classmates and he deals with Tweek too. He won't show much of a reaction to you drinking that.

He doesn't mind your puns, he might even slip in little giggles while you're at it. He also doesn't mind your laziness either, I mean I don't see why he should care though.

(Name), Your powers are cool but come back and cuddle with him alright?

Cuddles first, showcase your powers to him later.💙💙💙💙💙

[miupow]

omg nooo do not apologize. i dont think u came off as critical so i dont think u should apologize for that necessarily. i think it might just be a bit of a weird thing to point out, even as just an observation because its a personal fact with like negligible bearing on the topic. similar to whether or not a reader was written by someone nb/gnc or of a specific race bc like an aspect of writing is that the writer should be able to embody and therefore write any role irregardless of personal history. or thats just a guess anyways ! im not sure ! for me, anyways, i always think about stuff and need to give the most The Take of All Time eneegy possible or i develop a rash (its the autism)

anyways u mentioned stanning atz 💔💔💔💥💥💥🥹🥹🥹 oh my godddd idk if you watched coachella last night but atz ate 🥹 they r just so precious to me, my little dancing guys 🤭 yes i got emotional when they shook ass and did shots on stage. it was personal ok. and they were so hot oh my god

would you ever consider writing for them too? its ok if non, three groups r a lot as is :3c im just curious and am always looking for more ppl to yell abt atz w 🤭

- 🐶🐶🐶

hi my love~~ i suppose you're right, i dropped it as soon as anons started getting weirded out by it >< subject dropped, it doesn't matter, PLS stop sending me asks about it everybody

i've always like ateez's music!! idk about stanning them but i would be willing to get into them ^^ i already write for four groups as is... but lord mingi

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being MSBY's Manager:

Manager with a Crush on Adriah Tomas

Adriah Tomas featuring MSBY x GN! Reader (reader is late 20s/early 30s)

Warnings: swearing

A/N: This is an request from @wisdomsunshine!

"What do you like about timeskip?" ITS TIMESKIP!

I mean LOOK AT THESE GUYS!! I CANT IMAGINE A MORE BEAUTIFUL THING 😭

Honestly have I told you all how much I love writing timeskip?

Because I do 🥰

But this isn't about me!

This is about you 😍

Our freaking precious MSBY manager!

Now, you've been manager for a while at this point

Like you were around before Bokuto, Sakusa, Atsumu and Hinata joined

The MSBY senior members thank God everyday for that 😐

Literally imagine if you would have just then thrusted in as manager right as the super volleyball idiots were joining 😬

Anyways, you were kind of like an older sibling to the younger guys

Being in your later 20s gave you alot of life experience that our sweet bbys didn't have

I mean they are literal children YN so please guide them 🤚🏻

For the older players, you were more a friend and someone they respected highly

Everyone adored you and you adored them

BUT 👀 there was a certain someone you who adored a bit more than the rest 🙃

That's right, our residen SIX FOOT SEVEN INCH TITAN MAN

Adriah Tomas 🥰🥰

Have I told you he's 6'7" yet? Because he's 6'7" inches YN...

NE WAYS you had such a crush on that man

Honestly can relate

Seriously what a cutie pie 🥺 with his dark hair and uneven bangs 😫

Please he's also literally the sweetest! He gives those funny, yet incredibly supportive teammate vibes

Plus he's literally always the first to volunteer to help and I stand by that

"Good morning YN! Do you need help?"

"Hey YN let me get that for you!"

"Here YN I opened this jar for you!"

Literally a pro at reaching high shelves ok 🤚🏻

Inunaki teases him about how he is such a simp for you YN

You both blush because AHHH YOU'RE JUST SO CUTE I CAN BAREKY STAND IT 😫

Adriah is a great help with the children younger guys and great at deflecting emo modes

Imagine this 🙌🏻

Bokuto has had the roughest day, missing all the shots

Hesnliterally planked in the middle of the floor

You are standing on the sidelines like 👉🏻🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

"YN HANDLE THIS!"- Meian tells

You 👉🏻😐 🙄

Please Meian totally throws you under the bus at every chance YN

"Bokuto come on dude, everyone has bad days!"- You say

Bokuto rn 👇🏻

"YN can you move him we need to practice"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻 😐 WHY IS THIS ALL ON ME?!?!

So you try to logistically figure out how to move 6'3" 190 pound Bokuto off the court

You try pushing, that doesn't work

So you grab his arm and try to pull

Hmm still not working 🤨

Never-fear Yn, our precious giant Adriah is here to help!

"Hey YN, need some help?"

"Yeah I think if we roll him off the courtthay might be our best option"- you 🤔

Leave this to Adriah YN 🤚🏻

This man will literally HEAVE Bokuto over his shoulder andbhaul his ass off the court

You 👉🏻😐😳😲🥵

The team 👉🏻🙄

Bokuto 👉🏻 just flopped over Adriah's shoulder like a child having a tantrum

God we stan this man so hard 😭

So what's the problem you ask?

Why don't you just tell Adriah you like him?

Well you see, while you are 98% sure he likes you

There's a 2% chance he doesn't 🥺

And we CLING to that 2% chance YN

Like what if you confess and he's just like "ummm sorry YN, I don't like you"

Heartbroken 💔 for life, you'll never recover!

Literally Inunaki is so annoyed that you two keep doing this dance around each other

Inunaki is a Libero and he's our team bestie 💅🏼

WE STAN LIBEROS IN THIS HOUSE!

Anyways, Inunaki just so happens to know you like Adriah

And he also just HAPPENS 👀 to know that Adriah likes you

"How does he know that Tiffany?" Well I'm glad you asked

Literally this is how he finds out

He walks into the locker room and says "I think I'm going to ask YN on a date"

Adriah WHIPS his head in Inunaki's direction, standing to his full SIX FOOT SEVEN INCH height and walks over to Inunaki

Inunaki 👉🏻something wrong Adriah 🙃

Adriah 👉🏻😑

"Dont worry big guy, I was just making sure I wasn't wrong before I told you YN likes you"- Inunaki 🕺

Adriah goes through a whole slew of emotions

Because wait... YOU LIKE HIM??

He probably full on panics for a few minutes

Mans maybe confident on the court but he is not confident when it comes to dating

"Stop panicking dude, just ask YN out!"- Meian

"Ok ask YN out... wait how do I ask YN out?"- Adriah

Meian, Barnes and Inunaki 👉🏻 😐🤦🤦‍♂️🤦

"YN really likes <favorite flower> and <favorite food>"- Sakusa

"Ohh YN also really likes <favorite hobby>"- Hinata

"And a <favorite animal> stuffie!"- Atsumu

Adriah, Meian, Barnes and Inunaki rn 👉🏻👁👄👁

"What? We hang out with YN a lot!"- Sakusa

"Yeah, they have to watch us after practice remember?"- Hinata

Please Adriah is running to his phone to take notes

Mans is going to plan a super romantic date for you both

He plans to ask you out go dinner on Saturday night after the teamss practice on Friday

Good thing there won't be a major life event that occurs on Friday 😃

Nope just a friendly rivelry match between MSBY and their besties, the Schweiden Adlers 🙃

What fun 🥰

Love that for them honestly

Anyways, the Adlers, well they don't have a manager 😔

It's really unfortunate

Oh well, too bad I guess you'll just have to fill that void YN!

Honestly the Adler's love you YN and who can blame them!

Our freaking perfect angel 😇

In fact, the Adlers love you SO much that they occupy the majority of your time

And MSBY oof- they do not like that

Mainly a certain man in particular 😏

Because you see, the Adlers has their own SIX FOOT SEVEN INCH giant by the name of Tatsuto Sokolov

Seriously YN 🙄 if you don't I will-

You must attract the Titans YN because Tatsuto has been ON you since the Adlera arrived

"Hey YN, it's good to see you again"- Tatsuto

"Hey Tatsuto! I'm so glad you guys could make it"- you 🥰

Adriah rn 👉🏻 >:(

"Hey YN do you think you could help me wrap my fingers?"- Tatsuto

"Oh sure!"- You

"You really gonna let Sokolov take YN from You?"- Inunaki, our resident drama starter

"Dont be silly Inunaki, Sokolov is miles ahead of Adriah, I mean look at him!"- Atsumu adds, stirring the pot

Adriah looks over to see Sokolov caressing your cheek 😱

Oh HELL no

Our mans Adriah is not gonna take that, so he giant stomps over to you and Tatusto

"Hey Adriah- what the heck?!?!"- You say as Adriah pulls you behind him

"Hey Adriah, what's up?"- Sokolov 😏

"YN is mine! Back off!"- Adriah 😠

You 👉🏻🤨 I am???

"YN I like you and I want to take you out on a date! I was going to ask you tonight after practice but I just couldn't stand it any longer. So what do you say?"- Adriah

You 👉🏻😐😳🥺 you-you like me??

"I've liked you for a while YN but I didn't know how to tell you-"

"I like you too Adriah!"- You

Give the man a hug right NOW YN 😤

while you two are hugging, Sokolov walks over to Inunaki who slips him a $20

Meian 👉🏻😐🤨 wtf...

"What? I just took out a little insurance to make sure he actually asked YN out!"- Inunaki

"You're just as bad as Atsumu"- Sakusa

Atsumus 👉🏻😱 offended

You and Adriah 🫂 🤗 🥰

[baekhvuns]

Look at HIIIIIIM HAVE YOU SEEN HIIIIIIIIIM the lilac hair the lil cat ears the sweater the COLLARBONES https://twitter.com/PSHsource/status/1528550752305565697?t=rFld4NkuLwy3aWm2oWVEXg&s=19

This is our beach boy boyfriend https://twitter.com/thinkingabtpsh/status/1528530329904025602?t=RiP0X9Auc2MEr0LrSnaYsA&s=19

Ha ha I will not get that boxer Hwa pola and maybe it's for the best I WOULD CONSUME HIM. I only bought one sweatshirt, but I lowkey wanna buy the boyfriend Hwa grey set...helppp

Wedding etl... wedding ETL?!

I will see Bridgerton eventually, maybe I'll watch it with some friends soon. I like a slow burn, so it sounds like I'm gonna have fun

As they should! Every time I see red Hwa I'm going woof woof awooooo. Also the colour stains everything but it's still my go to shade, now I don't have properly bleached hair so it's darker red and it doesn't fade away.

Yes I wonder if he's gonna go back to his previous hair or kill us with something different, he mentioned blue and purple... I can see him in dark blue actually

Yesss Seonghwa's chokers I'M COMING FOR YOU ALL his wardrobe too, even though we own similar clothes. I'm especially interested in his coats 🤗

Gonna start eating my walls at this point if I don't see villain Y/N and simp king Hwa soon 💔💔💔 I can see him begging for attention jshdhshshdhe and going 😍😍😍

Vincenzo era lmao, guess I need to take my suits out of my wardrobe then, live up to the mafia image

Yeah Hybe's quick I mean they had to do this, but it's hilarious. Lmaoooo stop because imagine if Jennie x Taehyung was real. They would be like "alright let's end all the stans" Jenkai was already a lot to take in, people were in shambles kshdhdhsjshehhh but poor Jennie got so much hate 💀💀💀 the news in on TV now yikes but YGE's response was typical "we have nothing to say" lololok

I don't wanna spoil too much, but take a look 😭🤚🏻

https://twitter.com/kdramadaisy/status/1528559271071592448?t=F_6zIDd_QHqToVmtQX831A&s=19

Please you do not wanna be me 😅 it was just a simple tattoo, so lyrics only but when it comes to Ateez tats I have Aurora and Wave lyrics with some drawings. Actually I already had a few sea/piratey inspired tattoos guess it was fate I became an Atiny, lmao

Pls that video was so cute Jongho looked smol and they ate so many of my childhood snacks and sweets, but they got some throat herbal candy I died 😭

I'm not seeing anything actually, glasses off 🙈 - DV 💖

hihi!

Look at HIIIIIIM HAVE YOU SEEN HIIIIIIIIIM the lilac hair the lil cat ears the sweater the COLLARBONES https://twitter.com/PSHsource/status/1528550752305565697?t=rFld4NkuLwy3aWm2oWVEXg&s=19

PLSSSSS THATS THE ULTIMATE BOYFRIEND LOOK PLS PLS PLS 😭😭😭😭 HIS HAIR IS SO FLUFFY GET THE FUCK OUT IM GONNA ROB HIS HAIR

This is our beach boy boyfriend https://twitter.com/thinkingabtpsh/status/1528530329904025602?t=RiP0X9Auc2MEr0LrSnaYsA&s=19

Ha ha I will not get that boxer Hwa pola and maybe it's for the best I WOULD CONSUME HIM. I only bought one sweatshirt, but I lowkey wanna buy the boyfriend Hwa grey set...helppp

BDAMHDAK CONSUME HIS PC LIKE A CANNIBAL 😭😭😭😭 no bc wth is this bestie and this

Wedding etl... wedding ETL?!

hehe,,, he’s so annoying ☺️☺️

I will see Bridgerton eventually, maybe I'll watch it with some friends soon. I like a slow burn, so it sounds like I'm gonna have fun

As they should! Every time I see red Hwa I'm going woof woof awooooo. Also the colour stains everything but it's still my go to shade, now I don't have properly bleached hair so it's darker red and it doesn't fade away.

YES YES ITS A RLY GOOD SHOW !!!! slow burn and “you’re the bane of my existence the object of my desire” 😩😩😩🤲🏼 WOOF WOOF AWOO GRRR GRRRR BARK BARK EVERYTIME BESTIE !!!! OOOOO DARKER RED IS SO PRETTY,,, anon witchy era,,, hear me out,,, villain reader x red haired king hwa 🤚🏼

Yes I wonder if he's gonna go back to his previous hair or kill us with something different, he mentioned blue and purple... I can see him in dark blue actually

d-dark blue haha. bestie but this one

Yesss Seonghwa's chokers I'M COMING FOR YOU ALL his wardrobe too, even though we own similar clothes. I'm especially interested in his coats 🤗

YES EXACTLY AND THISE DANGLY EARRINGS 😮‍💨😮‍💨 bestie those coats, wiLL ABSOLUTELY DROWN IN THEM

Gonna start eating my walls at this point if I don't see villain Y/N and simp king Hwa soon 💔💔💔 I can see him begging for attention jshdhshshdhe and going 😍😍😍

JFBAKFHWKFBWK IM MAKING THE MOODBOARDS OF IT BC OF THIS DBDBDB absolute simp who’s simping heavily for a person his entire kingdom and he is supposed to despise 🤌🏼✨but he’s so in love ☺️☺️

Vincenzo era lmao, guess I need to take my suits out of my wardrobe then, live up to the mafia image

LMFAOOOO YEA FBWNFBWK WALK IN THE CLUBS LIKE UR SOME ITALIAN MAFIA CONSIGLIERE WHILE DOING 🤌🏼🤌🏼

Yeah Hybe's quick I mean they had to do this, but it's hilarious. Lmaoooo stop because imagine if Jennie x Taehyung was real. They would be like "alright let's end all the stans" Jenkai was already a lot to take in, people were in shambles kshdhdhsjshehhh but poor Jennie got so much hate 💀💀💀 the news in on TV now yikes but YGE's response was typical "we have nothing to say" lololok

no fr pls jenkai was so MUCH IN SHAMBLES????? 😭😭😭 yg saying kai’s her uber driver and sm saying the boy had a crush on her 😭😭😭😭 LGKWHDKWBDKS NOW THE TAEHYUNG JENNIE IS SO SUDDEN DNDBDN imagine if it was real, we can absolutely tell miss jennie has a type ✨🤌🏼 JVSKCK YG RLY SAID “mind yo own business bro” i wonder what all the other idols think,,, seeing garam on the 5pm news 💀💀

I don't wanna spoil too much, but take a look 😭🤚🏻https://twitter.com/kdramadaisy/status/1528559271071592448?t=F_6zIDd_QHqToVmtQX831A&s=19

god. i am not your strongest soldier. please. i need to see hwa and him together to live,, i literally thought this was what mafia hwa would look like when he and yn were fighting pLEASE WHAT THE FUCK IM SO DOWN BAD FOR SOOHYUK AND U ARE TO BLAME

Please you do not wanna be me 😅 it was just a simple tattoo, so lyrics only but when it comes to Ateez tats I have Aurora and Wave lyrics with some drawings. Actually I already had a few sea/piratey inspired tattoos guess it was fate I became an Atiny, lmao

AHHHHHHH DO U HAVE A HAKUNA MATATA TATTOO???? BFWMDNAK u should absolutely get a shinestar tattoo,,, a star <3 AHHH DRAWINGS TOO?? that’s so cool bestie u FR rock !

Pls that video was so cute Jongho looked smol and they ate so many of my childhood snacks and sweets, but they got some throat herbal candy I died 😭 I'm not seeing anything actually, glasses off 🙈 - DV 💖

RIGHT 😭😭😭😭 FBWMBDKS THROAT HERBAL CANDY BDBDBDB no but jOngHOS HAIR CUT MAKES HIM SO ROUND ITS SO CUTE and then there’s seonghwa.

[sp-by-april]

Okay, okay…

I’ve been thinking about this for a while but, your thoughts on how each of the main four + butters would react to reader being all flustered and squirmy and when the boys finally ask what’s wrong, the reader shyly tells them that they are just too scared to let them know they’re in “the mood”

If you don’t think this is interesting, no problem! I just wanted some thoughts!! :)

Oooh, we're doing a shy reader who really wants to fuck can barely admit it? Maybe's she's a little too sweet or inexperienced? I gotcha.

🧡 Kenny is stoked. He won't say it to your face but he was ready to go the moment you met. 🧡 He'll make sure you're comfortable but he's definitely over-eager. Don't get over whelmed! 🧡 If you do get overwhelmed he will notice with the quickness and check in.

💚 Kyle is patient. He doesn't wanna force anything but when you finally tell him? He's relieved. Horny as hell, but also relieved! 💚 He'll be very attentive. He wants to make sure everything is good for you. Definitely getting you off first like his life depends on it. 💚 Soft!Dom vibes, praises a lotjust so you know just how badly he wants and appreciates every inch of you. 💙 Stan is not an initiator, so he's also very, very relieved when you finally tell him you want him. 💙 He spirals inwardly a little, because he's touch starved and insecure... Just grab his hand and give a kiss. Ground him and make him feel wanted. 💙 Praise the hell out of him and take the lead. Even though he really, really wants you, he's more than happy to go at your pace.

💔 If Cartman hasn't already coerced you into sex, congratulations! 💔 The second you tell him, he just smirks and says "About fucking time." 💔 Don't expect him to go slow or coddle you. He'll degrade the fuck out of you. You'll come, you'll cry, and he'll be having the time of his life. 💛 Butters is so awkward at first! That said, he absolutely wants to fuck you and tries to take the lead. 💛 You're better off taking the lead while letting him think he's in control. 💛 This might sound weird but alternate praise and degradation. He'll know he's doing a good job and also put in the extra effort.

[jewbeloved]

Could you write about reader comforting stan and kyle ( separate ) while they have a panic attack? I always get panic attacks and it would be nice to comfort somebody else for once.

Stan and Kyle with a s/o who comforts them during a panic attack 💔💙💚😓😔

Warnings: Panic attacks

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🐕

Whenever Stan has his panic attacks, he always has him in secret because he doesn't want anyone to make it worse for him.

His first thought is going to you for comfort, but he always goes to you for that...and it makes him think he's being a bother to you and feeling weak...

You always see Stan look miserable and tired, it's almost as if he has been crying for hours and hours.

The day finally came when you overheard Stan screaming and crying in the school closet.

You opened up the door to see Stan up against the wall looking at you with shock and tears streaming down his cheeks.

You approached him slowly while trying to be careful to not trigger him or anything.

When you were close enough you placed your arms around him and gave him a gentle hug. Stan continued to cry as you hugged him.

"Shhhh....shhh....it's okay Stan...I'm here...just let it all out...". You rubbed Stan's back as he began to hug you back as well when he continued to cry.

When Stan was finishing crying, he told you about all of his panic attacks and why he never told you before. You happily listened through all of it while giving Stan some reassurance and comfort.💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 💐

Now whenever Kyle has had a really bad day, he usually always covers up his hidden feelings with anger.

But no matter how much he tries to hide it, he just finds himself shedding a tiny tear which ends up being more tears coming out.

You always comforted Kyle and helped him, but you never knew that his feelings could get really bad it restored to him beginning to have panic attacks.

Kyle's panic attacks weren't as bad as Stan's so you didn't have a problem trying to get Kyle to breathe and calm down.

You always offer him some water to drink after he has calmed down. Poor Kyle, how could he ever repay you for all your kindness towards him?? :(

You are always there for Kyle and even when he's at his worst, He shouldn't have any reasons to feel weak when you're by his side.

He is thankfully grateful...💚💚💚💚💚

I apologize if this isn't the type of scenario you wanted 😓😓😓