#pedro pascal overalls

[arcane-fox]

Pedro Pascal Gif Set from the Corona Ad

You guys. I tried so hard to make the most unsilly gifs I could. Did I succeed? Lets hope the next ad is just him on a beach being hot and slutty.

💚 Please use and enjoy my gifs as you please! Reblogs appreciated

💚 Gif requests are open!

G I F N O T I F I C A T I O N S | G I P H Y

My Loves 💚 @magpiepills @youandmeand5bucks @redhotkitchen @exquisiteserotonin @legendary-pink-dot

@for-a-longlongtime @sparklefarts38 @pink-whiskey-woman

And shoutout to @swiftispunk who wrote the most amazing DBF!Joel in YSD and I think the last Gif in this set is YSD Joel coded 💚

[annonir]

just watched freaky tales and wanted to rb some of the cool passages there were (especially towards the end!) but heaven forbid there's anything other than pedro pascal simp posts in the tagged section. so just take my word for it if you wanna see the film go for it, nazis get disembowled in crazy good choreographed scenes

[soft-persephone]

Now who told him to go in my closet?🤨

[jessahmewren]

I hope pedro pascal needs a dump truck to take home all of his loot come awards season. He deserves every single one.

[somatiica]

saw the materialists and came out of it with a bad taste in my mouth as it pertains to dating straight men specifically

[guillotinedream]

Every time i think about something to post about the last of us season 2 i delete it because i think about how exhausting any conversation is going to be when 90% of the hate boils down to bella ramsey being OKAY and not BEAUTIFUL PERFECTION as ellie and that the writing is bad because ellie is goofy sometimes. Its not emmy award winning stuff(we all know all those awards things are rigged anyways) but its definitely enjoyable.

[grace-likes-things]

Sad we didn't get "bigot sandwich"

#if looks could kill

[saerotonins]

actor!toji headcanons

ft. fushiguro toji x reader

content warnings: fluff, parent!reader, megumi is yalls son, just overall cuteness

wc: 918

note: this is my apology for that nanami angst i posted days ago heh

jjk actor au masterlist

as an actor:

very intimidating man, from his aura to his build, oh boy, who wouldn't be scared

but to everyone's surprise, he's actually just a really goofy and adorable man with a really good resting bitch face lmfao

is actually a household name in the acting industry! definitely those types of actors that once casted into a show, it's guaranteed to get hella VIEWS AND RATINGS

has been in the acting industry for YEARS and has a ton of experience but is still very humble

is actually very shy when his co stars tease him whenever his fans thirst for him whenever he's on screen and he's just a blushing mess LOL

i mean he's a literal dilf so 

believe it or not, this man has been in more romance shows and movies than action, especially as a VILLAIN

his fans couldn't believe it either

so when he was first casted in jjk as a villain who kills CHILDREN they were so ecstatic!

and boy were they so happy when toji SURPASSED their expectations because he was so good!

also so happy that he was casted together with his son, megumi, in the same show!

they usually go to the shoot together and even when he doesn't have a scene to shoot and only megumi does, he drives him off to the shooting site whenever his time permits

it's actually so adorable 

in contrast to jjk!toji, he's really a hands on father to him and is actually very supportive of megumi going to the same career path as him

megumi is also the definition of nepo babies who deserved what they got but that's another discussion 

at first though, he is kind of hesitant especially knowing how toxic can it get with the industry but when he saw his son's determination, he eventually gave him a green light and supported him along the way

this man is so fucking strong OML the producers are so grateful the most of the time he helps cleaning up with the equipment once filming is done

literally lifts them up like it's nothing BYE

listen, this old man is RIPPED and really likes to work out 

he's like pedro pascal who is like really chill but really cheeky when it comes to fanservice LOL he is so adorable 

megumi is kinda cringing though 😭 it's understandable though because that's literally your father trying to act cute and he's a teenager so i don't really blame him

also a big gentleman, again, contrary to his role, he is actually very good with the ladies and often checks with his co stars especially when a fight scene is being filmed

profusely apologized to satoru when their fight was filmed because he literally has to do the stunts himself and make everything believable as much as possible 

has ig and twitter but barely posts unless it's a promotion or a thank you post for the team

he's very active in stories though 😭

and i mean VERY VERY active

you know that point where a person posts too much stories and the lines above almost look like dots??? 

yeah that's him 😭

mostly posts the behind the scenes and his family there!

has a pet chicken that he posts there too

no he's not vegan... he just doesn't eat chicken 😭

as a husband:

oh yeah another married man on set sorry ladies he’s off the market

a very romantic and private lover

especially when you're the only one in the family who is not involved in show business

looks forward to coming home to you all the time

the type of husband who says, "i miss my spouse," on set out of nowhere and his co stars just sigh in faux annoyance 

this man is WHIPPED 

his lines is always and SHOULD always be practiced with you, because aside from his fans (not really though since he's already an established actor), the only approval he looks for is from his lover

is really happy and giddy (almost like a teenage boy like SIR you guys are already married for YEARS) when you praise him and has this really boyish smile which happens very often btw

he's such a fucking sap please

as mentioned, he is kinda shy about the thirst but is not uncomfortable and actually goes along with it

you on the other hand GO HAM with it LOL

you're one of the fans lmfaoooo

a very BIG ONE

unlike him who is not active on twitter, you actually reply to fans and agree what they were saying and fangirl/boy with them which is actually so adorable LOL

his fandom is having a field day of you gushing about your husband like you're not married to him and have a literal CHILD with him bye

both megumi and toji, especially toji, are very protective of you so any slanderous rumors from the tabloids and any defamation will immediately face a lawsuit 

and fans love it when y'all fight back!!

if they stan either toji or megumi, it's immediately a given that they also stan you LOL

your boys both find it cute that even you have a very supportive fanbase like theirs

[andy-15-07]

Hii Andy!! I was wondering if you'd be up for writing a Pedro x famous trainer reader fic? I'd love it if the reader was the one helping Pedro with his jaw-dropping biceps for the Cannes and overall physique for the fantastic 4. It'd be awesome if the story was a slow burn — like they start off with a professional relationship, then become friends, stop working together, and only after that they start dating.Thanks a bunch! 🥹🫶🏻

Built to Last

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 879| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist | Pedro Pascal Masterlist II

“Day One” , Six Months Before Cannes

“You’re late,” you said, not looking up from your clipboard as you heard the gym door creak open.

“I brought protein muffins,” came a voice rich with charm,and a bit too much confidence.

You glanced up, arching a brow. “Pedro Pascal bribing his trainer on day one. Bold move.”

Pedro laughed, setting the muffins down. “It’s called positive reinforcement.”

“Cute. Now put that ego on the treadmill and start with a warm-up.”

He obeyed, to your mild surprise, peeling off his hoodie to reveal toned,but not yet Marvel-grade,arms. The man had potential, sure. But you’d been hired for a reason.

“No shortcuts,” you called out. “You’re going to suffer, Pascal.”

He grinned. “Can’t wait.”

One Month In , Friends or Something Like It

“You’re quieter today,” Pedro said between reps, arms trembling under the weight of his bicep curls. You watched the muscles flex, the definition starting to show after weeks of hellish training.

“I don’t talk when I’m impressed,” you said, jotting notes.

“So I’ve been unimpressive until now?” he teased, smirking.

You smirked right back. “You're just now catching up to my standards.”

You weren’t supposed to banter this much. You weren’t supposed to notice how often he looked at you after a tough set or how his smiles lingered just a little too long. But you did.

And one day, after a brutal TRX circuit, Pedro sat on the mat and let out a long sigh.

“Are you always this hard on your clients?”

You leaned against the wall, sipping from your bottle. “Only the ones worth the effort.”

He looked up at you. “That a compliment?”

You shrugged. “Take it how you want.”

Three Months In , The Shift

Pedro was nearly there. His body was Marvel-ready: arms sculpted, core lean, posture confident. You’d seen dozens of transformations in your career, but none that made your chest feel tight like this.

You tried to stay distant. Professional. But when he asked you to stay late one night, just to run lines with him while doing resistance bands, you didn’t say no.

“I feel like I’m gonna drop dead,” he panted, sweat rolling down his neck.

“You won’t. You’re stronger than you think.”

He looked over at you. “So are you.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward,it was charged.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do when this is over,” he said suddenly.

You forced a smile. “You’ll be in France. Shirtless. Flaunting my hard work.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, but… I think I’ll miss this.”

You swallowed. “It’s just training, Pedro.”

He didn’t argue. But neither of you really believed that.

Cannes – Day of the Photoshoot

Pedro looked like sin in sleeveless black. Your work on his arms was spectacular. And it made your stomach twist to know that you were no longer his trainer.

The studio had wrapped your contract two weeks ago,your part was done. You were supposed to be onto the next client. But Pedro had insisted you come.

For "support," he said.

“You know,” he said quietly, walking up beside you between shots, “I still follow your meal plans. Mostly.”

You smiled. “Color me shocked.”

“And I still think about the gym. About us.”

Your breath caught. “Pedro,”

“I know. I said I’d keep it professional,” he cut in, scratching the back of his neck. “But you’re not my trainer anymore.”

The truth lingered between you. You weren’t.

“And maybe we could just… see where this goes?” he asked, voice softer now. “No pressure. No sets. Just,coffee?”

You tilted your head, heart hammering. “Are you asking me out?”

His grin was crooked, nervous. “Is that a ‘yes’?”

You paused. Then smiled.

“Only if you promise not to flex on the first date.”

Two Weeks Later , First Date

The café was small, tucked away from paparazzi and the chaos of post-Cannes buzz. Pedro wore a hoodie, sunglasses, and a sheepish smile.

“So this is weird,” he said, stirring his coffee.

“Weirder than you doing push-ups while quoting The Mandalorian?”

He laughed. “Okay, fair.”

There was a pause,comfortable, familiar. You were both easing into something new, something tentative but deeply wanted.

“You were the best trainer I’ve ever had,” he said suddenly.

You sipped your drink. “I hope that’s not your pickup line.”

“No,” he said seriously. “I just wanted you to know I didn’t fall for you because you made me look good.”

You blinked. “You fell for me?”

He looked up at you. “Yeah. I think I did.”

Two Months Later , A New Routine

It was strange not seeing Pedro in the gym every day, but you found a rhythm. You visited set sometimes. He showed up to your morning sessions with other clients, always waiting until you were done before stealing you away for lunch.

You still teased him about form. He still bragged about his arms. But now, you were kissing between reps and holding hands when no one was watching.

One morning, you caught him staring as you organized your equipment.

“What?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

He walked over, pulling you close. “Just… lucky I got you.”

You leaned into him. “No reps. No contracts. Just us.”

He nodded, forehead against yours.

“Built to last.”

[creedslove]

LONGING ✨

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: His longing for you is going to be the death of him, especially if he thinks he isn't good enough

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of paid sex

A/N: it's been a long time since I managed to write something more than a headcanon, but you know, it feels I'm back, modestly and Pedro Pascal and his smooth clean shaven plus mustache face is to blame for my return, it has awakened something in me

1.5k words

Javier was embarrassed, ashamed and mortified. He didn't want to do that, to ask you that, but at the same time he really did. More than that, he was desperate, he needed to ask and to know your answer. When he stepped inside your apartment earlier, all he could think of was standing by your side and taking care of you, while you went through another one of your dreadful migraine episodes. At first he was really torn between showing up or not, worried that would make him look like a sick lovey puppy, but at the same time, it was exactly what he was and even if he couldn't be with you in that way, he still wanted to be a part of it and enjoy some time with you, allowing himself to pretend there was something more than just the bond you two shared over a total unexpected friendship that grew between you both. He liked spending time with you overall, more so when you were alright, excited and willing to have a drink, go out, dance or just act as the only ray of sunshine that truly mattered in his life; but there was something about just standing silently next to you, making you a cup of tea and playing with your strands of hair very gently it made him come running to you every single time he sensed you weren't doing that well.

No matter if the lights were dimmed, if the TV was low and you were lying on the couch, your head on his lap as his fingers ran through your hair and he could just enjoy how cozy everything around him was. He still had a question, a doubt hammering his chest and it made him uneasy, needing to let it go and just get to the bottom of it as soon as possible.

“Cariño…” Javi's voice was soft as you opened your eyes at his calling, it always made you flutter to be addressed like that by him “...can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, Javi…”

“I-I like this woman… I don't know how to approach her, and what should I do?”

There he said it. It was out in the open, his pathetic question aimed at you with a slightly shaken voice, he felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he felt himself back in the seventh grade. He needed to know, he needed to open up and tell you you were that woman, he needed to see if he had any chance with you, but then, he couldn't bring himself into doing it, it was paralyzing, because it wasn't just lust, or a silly crush, it was more than that, it was craving, passion, love.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh softly, not sure where that joke was coming from. Why was Javier talking like an inexperienced schoolboy was a mystery to you, so raising your head from his lap and sitting straight up on the couch, staring at him with a confused frown, you could see there was no laughter, not even a smirk, he was completely serious about his question and you felt unsure what to say.

“Oh.. you mean that?! I'm sorry..” you chuckled a little embarrassed and licked your lips thinking of what to say next, being honest was always the best and the go to option between the two of you “well, Javi that's surprising, I mean, you are Javier Peña, women like you, not the other way around you know what I mean? You can get any girl you want, so this one just made you lost?”

Javi took a deep breath and ran his hand through his jaw, looking at you and nodding, making it so obvious his discomfort.

“Yeah…” his hand traveled through his hair still shyly “I just like her, for real… thought it wouldn't happen to me, the idea of, you know, being in love seemed so distant. I don't know what to do”

“Is this like Lorraine?”

Javi chuckled at that; the only love reference you ever got from him was a woman he left at the altar when he wasn't much more than a teenager. He was a mess, not being able to develop a single meaningful relationship in his life and suddenly aiming for it with you, while you weren't even aware of that. Shaking his head, he looked into your eyes

“No, Lorraine was different… I liked her, but I didn't love her. I was also younger, immature and a real dick, but that was long ago and she forgave me and found a decent man to build a family with. This is different now, I don't know what to do, what to say, I feel I'm not enough…”

“Well Javi…”

“All I'm saying is that I feel I'm not worthy, you know? What could I do so she would see I'm real..”

“You can always stop the whoring, Javi”

You shrugged and smiled, sort of joking at the same time he tilted his head and watched you attentively, he wasn't expecting that answer but now he got it, he was intrigued.

“What I mean is that if you want to show this girl you like her, you gotta stop going after any women, no prostitutes, that kind of stuff. You see, if it were me for example, it would be a deal breaker, I wouldn't want to be with a man who does that. No offense Javi, you are a great guy, but in a romantic sense I guess no woman would be okay with knowing their boyfriend is well-known all over the whorehouses in Bogota… it would be embarrassing, humiliating even, to know whenever you get into a place with your boyfriend everyone knows he's been sleeping around”

Javier went silent. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as he stared into your eyes. That's what you thought of him; he knew you didn't mean to offend him, you knew you didn't judge him for his ways of life, as long as you remained in the friendship area. It was as clear as the sky you would never be involved with him. He couldn't even blame you for it, only himself for ever thinking he could have a shot with you. He didn't know what to say, he wasn't necessarily offended, he was simply disappointed in himself and his unrealistic expectations, he was heartbroken because he had ruined everything before he could even start it.

“Y-you think she wouldn't be with me because of that?”

You noticed how upset Javi seemed and you immediately regretted the words you'd said. You were so used to being honest and straightforward towards him, it didn't even occur to you your words could hurt him. Words never seemed to hurt Javier Peña in the first place, so why was that so different? It didn't make any sense to you, sighing you looked into his beautiful sad eyes once more.

“I don't know her, Javi… maybe this isn't a big deal for her, all I'm saying is that if it were me, I wouldn't be okay with it, I guess, but you're a wonderful man, no matter what and if she's worthy of you, she'll love and accept you no matter what”

“You think I'm disgusting?”

His words broke your heart, you could never think that of him, he was your Javi, and even if you didn't agree with his way of living, you cared about him. Placing your hands on his cheek and caressing them gently.

“Of course not, Javi… I am just jealous I guess, I wouldn't want that many women around my man, and I think you deserve so much better than that. You are handsome, sweet, intelligent, you shouldn't have to pay for that, you should be able to have a family…”

You said sweetly and Javi gave you a sweet, sad smile, you didn't know if he agreed or not, but he held your hand in his and stroked it with his thumb. He'd always been so gentle with you, he was often much better than you deserved it. Whoever that girl was, she was damn lucky.

“Do you mean that, cariño?”

“Yes, amor…”

Javi's heart raced as you called him that. Amor. Love. Could it possibly be it? Perhaps he did have a chance?

“You know Javi, the embassy ball is coming, maybe you should invite your girl to come with you” you suggested and he chuckled, it was his turn to place his hands on your cheeks, always dwarfing them with how big he was compared to you. Javi still wondered if you were playing hard to get or if you really hadn't realized you were his girl.

“You're right cariño, but I could invite anyone in the world, and none of them would be as beautiful as you are”

He loved you, his heart ached from the longing he felt, he didn't know if he had a chance with you, sometimes he thought so, and sometimes he was sure you were way out of his league, but one thing he knew for sure: he'd love you for the rest of his life no matter what.

____

[stitch-away]

pedro pascal fits i would do him in

exactly what is says, fellow sluts <3 ranked fits that i would get freaky w him in

no.1 his cypress hill merch, the hoodie and the shirt....

no.2 - his sag aftra shirt, leftist men make horny

no.3 - this fit from the esquire shoot... he looks like a bear

no.4 - the pink suit... look at that ass,,, i need it

no.5 - this cardigan and cowboy hat combo

no.6 - his lakers shirts- esp the purple one

no.7 - silva's orange underwear,,, i need that sad gay old man

no.8 - TLOU S2 press conference fit (my delusional ass saw him looking pretty in brown and was like omg he did that for me :3)

no.9 - his sag aftra awards fit... "lazy" my ass

no.10 - his brown leather jacket,, he looks so good in brown

no.11 - joel miller's winter coat... again he looks like a bear and i need him

no.12 - his adorable green matching set from CCXP ft. the tummy

no.13 - this specific shirt of gene wilder and gilda radner

no.14 - these specific javier peña fits,,, but honestly all of them

no.15 - his carrie hoodie

honourable mentions: dieter's gay ass silky shirt, the red leather jacket from the esquire shoot, his pink jumper from the lie detector test, his gucci overalls (sexy rich man), whatever tf is happening in that photo ↓

tag for @mushgloomz <3

[eudaimaniacs]

dating cliff booth headcanons! (cliff booth x female reader)

character/universe: cliff booth (once upon a time... in hollywood)

warning/s: mentions of smut and spoilers for both the movie and book

notes: i am back from the dead and it is quite funny. looking back at my past works, it's a bit of a mess with the characters i write about from anime to pedro pascal. wrote this since cliff booth is one of my favorite movie characters and he makes me horny. i got inspired from reading the book and let me tell you, cliff is freakier there. i am unsatisfied with the lack of cliff booth fanfics here! anyways, enjoy! (scroll if you're not a fan or haven't watched this movie)

Dating Cliff Booth is like the wind; it is free and cooling. His chill demeanor and unrestricted spirit match the hot, searing Californian weather.

Long night drives in his Karmann Ghia are the best. Even though there are countless men with expensive cars, Cliff's broken-down one satisfies you more. You lay down on his lap as he drives anywhere that leads the both of you. Cliff drives fast on the vast road but still manages to sneak in a few kisses.

During the day, you persuade Cliff to go to the beach to chill, have a picnic, or have sex in his car. Afterward, both of you go for a swim on whatever beach he drives to.

Sex with Cliff is mindblowing, to say the least. He does it anywhere: the car, kitchen table, in the middle of nowhere, movie sets, etc. This man's sex drive is unbelievable, and you can't fathom how you keep up with it.

Whenever he's not in the mood, Cliff encourages you to be naked in the comfort of your shared home. He adores your body, especially when you wear things he likes: babydoll dresses, miniskirts, sheer dresses, his Hawaiian shirt, and graphic t-shirts. Cliff won't let you tear yourself down with the beauty standards of Hollywood.

Even with the controversial age gap and relationships Cliff has had in the past, you ignore people's comments and continue dating the chill Hollywood stuntman. Men like him are hard to find in the movie industry, and you wouldn't give up dating him because of other's opinions.

Walks with his beloved pitbull Brandy are fun as he recounts stories of his time in war and career as a stuntman. Cliff truly loves the two females he has in life right now.

You met Cliff when you starred in a movie with Rick Dalton. The two of you hit it off instantly. Even if he's not Rick's stuntman, Cliff remains humble and starts supporting your movie career. You don't see him as an assistant but an equal partner.

You try not to ask Cliff about his deceased wife as it might anger or trigger the tragic memory. When your friends press you about the issue, you have a heart-to-heart conversation with him, and Cliff tells you the truth but explains his side. You sympathize with your partner and promise not to bring the topic up again.

Overall, Cliff Booth may look like a stereotypical Hollywood stuntman and womanizer, but his hippie vibes and free spirit say otherwise.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[zepskies]

So I just saw The Materialists...

Not gonna lie, it wasn't really what I was expecting, but it had its good moments. And of course, Pedro Pascal was swoon worthy as Harry Castillo. I just wanted to wrap him up and be his little spoon 💓 (or his big spoon. I'm not picky)

Chris Evans was also adorably scruffy lol

*some spoilers and thoughts below the cut*

It was all very well acted by everyone. What bothered me was the story itself and Lucy as the MC. Pedro's Harry Castillo deserved better imo. He tugged at my heart more than John to be honest. 😢

I wouldn't classify it as a rom-com either. There isn't much comedy tbh. I would say it's a romantic drama. It is very grounded and "real." The industry of matchmaking, making commodities out of people, was really interesting--just as the potential dangers there were heartbreaking.

But I think I just can't really relate to/connect with Lucy as a character. I appreciate that she's flawed, and that she learns a "valuable" lesson about love vs. materialism, but she's kind of hard to root for overall. She admits it herself: she's "not a good person." She's judgmental, she's cold (at least in her romantic relationships).

I could get past these things, if I felt more of a struggle of attraction and connection between her and Harry vs. the pull of what's comfortable between her and John. But it doesn't seem like she even tries to get to know Harry for who he is after she agrees to seriously date him. It feels like she's unintentionally using both men at the same time for different things -- Harry for the lifestyle she wants, and John for the emotional comfort she needs, all while not truly investing of herself in either one.

Idk, it's just hard for me to relate to a main character in a romance when I can't feel the yearning of a love story, even if the MC is reluctant to be in love.

Lucy does have a "realization"/some form of character development by the end, but on the whole it felt more like she was using Harry more than trying to have a real relationship with him. The best thing she could've done for him was what she ultimately did - set him free.

And with Lucy and John, while I did get that sense of true caring and the "best friend" bond in your ex-partner, it's one of the few times where I wonder if this couple would actually make it past a few more months of struggle after the end of the movie lol.

All in all, I wanted to love this movie, but the conflict vs. desire vs. romantic pull wasn't strong enough for me. 🥲

Is it though? 😭 (I agree with Harry)

[i-eat-homeless-people]

I had a dream where the Stranger Things team released a teaser but it wasn't for s5?? It was just Mike talking to Pedro Pascal (not Finn, just Mike) and they were discussing politics and then Mike just?? Broke down??? And handed a note to Pedro coming out to him and Pedro patted him on the back. The milkvans were flooding the comments with hate and the bylers were celebrating but overall everyone was just. Very confused.

[kakiki3]

Feliz Cumpleaños Papito| Pedro Pascal's 50th

In honor of the husband celebrating the big 5OH! I wanted to write a little dabble of Pedro getting treated like the king he is for his birthday. Pedro x Fem Reader.

Hope you enjoy, if so, let me know.

💜💜💜

You sat in the sunroom in front of a nearly finished canvas. The sun is just saying hello to the morning sky. The sunrise you've painted is one of your favorites yet.

Pedro loves art.

He loves your art. He tells you every chance he gets. You never thought that the moment he walked into the art gallery you worked at nearly two years ago-- your life would change forever.

Giving the canvas a few final brush strokes when you feel two strong arms wrap around you. You close your eyes sighing contently. Breathing in the scent of his shampoo as his lips find your neck.

"Morning darling."

"Feliz Cumpleaños Papito." Giving him a few soft pecks.

He groaned, "Don't remind me." pulling up the extra stool sitting behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder. "I've gotten old, not quite sure when the hell that happened." He smiles, "That's beautiful."

You reach out your hands in front of you trying to block the canvas. "Don't look, it's not finished." You give a playful whine.

He laughs, "Hermosa, is this for my birthday?"

"Among other things." Your voice is laced with innuendo. Smearing paint from your finger tip to the tip of his nose. "But first, what would the birthday boy like for breakfast?"

He unsnaps one of the clasps on your overalls, his large hand traveling under your shirt to fondle one of your bare breasts. "Mmm, I have a few suggestions." Playfully dipping fingers from his free hand into paint and smearing it on your cheek, nose, neck, and arm.

Taking your brush you paint down one side of his neck down his shirt. You begin to play fight with different colors till you both are a colorful mess. He picked you up laying you on the drop cloth below your feet. His mouth finds yours as his hands get lost in your tousled up do. He undressed you.

Pushing him to his back. You remove his shirt kissing every single inch, sucking on each one of his beauty marks. Paint smearing down his body from yours.

You pull at his pajama bottoms pulling them from his hips. He was now naked, hard, and ready for your taking.

You hum to yourself as you slowly take in every inch of his perfect body. "Fifty has never looked better mi amor-- and I'm going to prove it." You take a hold of his fully erect cock. Licking the underside lazily from base to tip. Breathing with expertise as you take all of him.

His back arched as you hummed while he hit the farthest part of your mouth. You watched as his eyes fluttered and he cursed in Spanish. Setting a tempo that was just were you know made me weakest.

"Beautiful girl, I'm not going to last much longer to do anything else if you continue doing that." Gripping at the drop cloth beneath him.

"We have no where to be but anywhere in this house you want me to take you."

You can tell by how his stomach tightens that he's close. His thighs begin to quiver so you speed up your motions, a mixture of hands and mouth. He cums. He cums hard, coating the back of your throat.

"I'm an old man, you got to take my heart into consideration."

You roll your eyes. "You're not old."

"I'm old enough to be yo-"

You cut him off. "Not even close," making a grossed out face.

He laughs. "I want pancakes, and bacon, and eggs, and sausage, and you, and biscuits and gravy."

"Real sneaky fitting that in." He grins at you, kissing your purple colored nose. "You sure you can eat all that?"

Rolling to his back, "Your right. You're enough of a feast." Giving your ass a squeeze.

Half rolling your eyes. "I better get started on breakfast if I'm making all that by scratch."

He hums happily, as he watches you get up waltzing away. "Wait! Aren't you going to get dressed?"

"Thought my birthday boy would prefer to watch me cook naked." You throw a flirty look over your shoulder as you continue towards the kitchen.

He laughs, "He would," saying to himself.

He followed you watching you standing in front of the island in nothing but a tiny apron. "Don't need to get my tits burned." You laugh.

He shakes his head, "As long as it comes off when your done."

"Anything you want."

You make you both coffee, and he contently sips at it while he watches you cook. Takes time out to answer Birthday phone calls and texts.

You dish him a plate and he happily eats, as you throw your apron aside. Sinking under the table. He nearly chokes as you once again take him into your mouth.

He hits his fists on top the table. "Are you trying to kill me-- Twice in one morning?"

"As many times as you want my love, now eat. I'm having my meal down here-- trust me it's a mouth full and very filling."

He throws his head back as he tries to concentrate on chewing. "You're a fucking Goddess."

"Only cause you are a God my love."

He sinks into his chair, gripping the table cloth, he cums for the second time this morning. "Why couldn't I find you when we were younger?"

You sit up in the chair, smiling as you wipe the corner of your lips. "Because we were meant to be here together now. To learn from past mistakes so we can be the best versions of ourselves for each other."

He smiles leaning over giving you a kiss. "You're right." Feeding you a bite of food.

"I know."

"So what's next?"

"Well we should probably wash off this paint."

"Swim?"

You smile, "Mmm sounds perfect."

You both finish eating. He picks you up, carrying you into the pool, your legs and arms wrapped around him tightly.

"Don't you dare throw me."

He laughs standing on the edge of the pool. "Alright." He wraps his arms around you, lunging you both off the edge.

"You asshole," you say as you come up for air.

He pushed you against the nearby wall, lifting you effortlessly in the water. His mouth finds your shoulder as he makes waves with repeated motions. "Always so wet for me."

"Always. You feel fucking perfect." Moaning his name as he pushed deep inside you. Filling you only how he could.

He makes long, slow strokes and It's not long before you're both riding a natural high. Now your continuing his special treatment by rubbing his feet in the hot tub.

"Dads calling." Pedro announced as he answers the video call. "Hola Papa."

Immediately met with his dad singing in Spanish to him. He laughs at his dad's smiling face.

You're off to the side, out of view- so you put on your bikini which was lying nearby.

"Is my girl there?" You hear José ask.

Pedro rolls his eyes, "Do I matter at all anymore? I mean it is my birthday."

"And I wished you a happy one, now I want to talk to my girl."

He rolls his eyes as he hands you the phone.

"Hola, hombre guapo!"

His eyes light up. "There is my beautiful lady." Looking at you, "You know if I was 30 years younger." He joked.

You laugh, "What's stopping you now?" You tease back.

Pedro looked at you, "Am I being replaced by my own dad?"

"I thought you knew I'm only with you to get close to him." You wink at the screen, causing him to laugh.

Pedro smiles as he watches you and his father laugh and talk. A warm feeling spreading in his chest. He loved at how effortlessly you fit with his family and friends, like you were always meant to be there.

You blow a big kiss to the man on the other end "Te Amo mucho," sending your love, and let Pedro have his phone back as you run inside.

"If you don't marry that girl mi hijo I'm going to make her your step mom." His dad says to him once you're out of view.

Pedro laughs, "She's too good for either of us Papa."

"You're right about that. I'll let you get back to your fun."

Pedro blushes. "I love you. beso."

"Love you, Feliz Cumpleaños mi hijo."

Pedro waves as the call ends.

You come back with a little black box. Sitting on the edge of the hot tub behind him, you hand him the box before rubbing his shoulders. "This is technically from your father."

Pedro smiles up at you as he lifts the lid. "Is this my grandfather's old pocket watch? How'd you get my dad to give it up?"

"I have my ways."

He turns to kiss you. "I love it."

"There's something else, but I don't want you to open it near water." You nod. "It's on the kitchen table." Placing your hands on his cheeks pulling him into a kiss. He melts into your touch. "I'm sure you'll get more extravagant gifts, but I hope you like it."

"Knowing you, I'll love it."

He jumped out and you followed.

There was a large present wrapped in purple shiny wrapping paper.

He smiled at you as he ripped at the cover. His smile dropped as tears filled his eyes. It was a portrait you hand painted, of Pedro, how he looks now, with his mother.

"I know how hard it is not having her here. Especially for such big moments like this. So I thought I could try to give you a moment. She would be so proud of the man you are."

He looked at you-- unable to form words.

"Oh no. You hate it." You look down at the canvas. "I'm so sorry. Your dad sent me a whole bunch of photos, I tried to get her likeness as much as I could." You ramble on.

With shaky hands he sets the painting down and hugs you. Tears are falling harder now. "This is the most amazing gift. It means more than you'll know. It means more knowing you made it yourself."

You sigh a breath of relief. Wiping tears from his face. "I love you Pedge. Oh!" You grab a small cake from the kitchen counter. Lighting the big 5 0 candles. And begin singing off key. "Make a wish."

He looked at you. A look of love crossing his face. He blew out the candles. You smile, pulling them from the top of the cake. "Marry me?"

You look up stunned almost dropping the dessert. "What?"

His expression softening. "Marry me." He repeated.

"Yes." You begin crying.

He took the cake from you setting it down on the table. Picking you up kissing your face all over. "Let's go to our bed. I want to show my fiancee how much I fucking adore her." He kisses along your jaw, as he carries you down the hall.

"Happy Birthday, my king. Fifty has never looked better."

"Here's to spending the next fifty with you."

[libraryledge]

Spoiler Free Review of Materialists

Last night, I watched Materialists, directed by Celine Song, and it was a pleasant breath of fresh air. If you're going into this movie thinking it's about Dakota Johnson having to chose between Pedro Pascal and Chris Evans, know that it's not that simple. It's an exploration of love and how our search for it can lead us to become petty and needy and gloss over the true significance of the sentiment. So many times we chose to put ourselves and others into rigid boundaries because we seek perfection in a partner and ourselves. We date, fall in love, and break up with people in manners that are so engrained in our society that they become second nature. However, when we choose to let our guard down and be vulnerably honest with ourselves, then, we have a higher chance of making meaningful connections.

Materialists is a rollercoaster of emotions that has audiences grinning, blushing, crying, and overall, feeling hopeful to find true love. The film does a good job of exploring romance from the female and male experience and how their insecurities and fears lead them to enter a whirlwind of scenarios in the dating scene. The dialogue is swoon worthy and intelligent as the characters navigate a love triangle and learn about their identities in the process.

Celine Song brings something that has been missing from romantic films in the past few years: genuine heart. It has the endearing charm of films like Notting Hill and headstrong, yet imperfect leads reminiscent of movies like Four Weddings and a Funeral. Song captures the woes and joys of falling in love and demonstrates that like any successful business transaction, achieving true love takes effort.