#Pedro Pascal Corona ad

[arcanefox207]

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

My Loves @magpiepills @redhotkitchen @pink-whiskey-woman @for-a-longlongtime @exquisiteserotonin

@youandmeand5bucks @sparklefarts38 @legendary-pink-dot

[furious-rogue-stuff]

I LOVE when Pedro speaks Spanish. His voice gets sexier, if you can believe it! Showing love to the Spanish ads he did for Corona:

[pedroacrossthestreet]

yeah so I’m gunna need the behind the scenes footage of the dancer teaching Pedro some flamenco cause you just know he asked to learn

[sebekstan]

PEDRO PASCAL FOR CORONA EXTRA

[agentmarcuspike]

husband vs boyfriend

[mewhenimdelusional]

THE SIDE PROFILE IN THIS PIC, THE SHOULDERS, THE SCRUFF , IM GONNA START BARKING , ON ALL 4’s

[galaxyedging]

I can't sleep at 2am. New Pedro content has dropped, you know what that means...unhinged ficlet about a new character. Not proofread.

Warnings: brief mentions of alcohol and one line insinuating smut.

GN!reader x the hot beach guy.

Mr Sandman

They say sand gets everywhere. Most people know this is a well-founded saying. They've shaken sand out of their possessions long after leaving the beach. They've found it in the most unlikely of places. Like the memory of the kiss of the sun on their skin or the sea lapping at their toes, it persists. 

That doesn't explain the sand in your shoes or your purse or in your desk draw. You couldn't remember the last time you went to the beach. Yet the grains kept dusting your belongings like you'd be there yesterday. 

Standing in the shower, the sun catching on the warm cascade before it washes the sandy remnants from your body, a memory tugs at you. The warmth, the comfort. Not from the shower. Or the beach scene that flickers in your mind. No, from him.

His hand is warm against yours as your fingers interlock around the cold glass bottle. The condensation drips onto your skin sending a shiver up your spine. It's nothing compared to the shiver that ignites it when his eyes meet yours. Deep brown with a golden cast a kin to the liquid he's handing you in the sun.

The sand persists and so do the memories of forgotten dreams. Both are found scattered in the morning. Tiny particles of him slip through your fingers when you try to hold on to him. His laughter. So full of life, uninhibited and free in a way that you haven't felt in years. It shines from his eyes like the sun on the ocean. Blindingly bright but a spectacle to behold. His warmth, not just from the brief touches of his skin on yours but from his presence. The way he welcomes you, the way his smile reaches out to you before his words do. 

Like the sand, he gets everywhere. The dreams follow you throughout the day. In the office, at the store as you pick out limes, on the drive home to your empty house. His voice, somehow deep but lighter than the sea breeze. His curls, soft between your fingers. His lips, so full against yours. His broad shoulders under your palms as you hold him tight. His body moving against yours as the sun sets and he makes you see more stars than just the one spread over the night sky. 

He calls to you now, calls you home, you feel. You've always had that feeling, homesick for a place you've never been. 

The tears burn beside your eyes. Your boss doesn't deserve you. There's no way you can cope in your line of work for another couple of decades before your retirement. You drive on autopilot. The beach is a little further than you can make it to and back in a day. Work can wait. Life can give you a break. The sun is setting when you break through the treeline onto the sand. The heat from the day hasn't left it yet, it's warm under your feet. That's something you hadn't thought of in the mystery of the sand, how had it always been warm? It wraps around your toes pulling you in with each step. The ocean gives the illusion of a dual sunset as the golden circle dips below the horizon. Relaxing on the soft sand, adrenaline seems to run off you into the porous surface below. Sleep begins to tug at you. That's when he appears. He presses a cold beer to your hand and a warm kiss to your temple. All's right with the world again. You found your way home.

Tagging some folk who will remember my unhinged days: @movievillainess721 @yourcoolauntie @harriedandharassed @prolix-yuy @missredherring

[guelyury]

New Corona Extra Ad ft Pedro Pascal

[zaddymandalorian]

He's just so...Papi.

[firsttarotreader]

Pedro doing his own stunts! 🥰

Source: pascalobsession on Tiktok.

[arcanefox207]

The side smirk + looking into my soul + wink ... I can't even.

Corona, we want more of this!!

The 2nd Gif is just the smirk/stare. The 3rd Gif is just the wink. Enjoy!

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My lovely ladies @magpiepills @exquisiteserotonin @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @youandmeand5bucks

@pink-whiskey-woman @redhotkitchen @sparklefarts38

[furious-rogue-stuff]

WAKE UP EVERYONE! Pedro's Corona ad just dropped~!!!

[miss-celestial-being]

"bienvenida a la vida mas fina" pedro pascal is the best spanish teacher ☺️☺️

[sebekstan]

PEDRO PASCAL FOR CORONA EXTRA

[ozarkthedog]

Not to be dramatic, but I have never needed to suck down a beer and a man so badly in my life 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

guzzling them without a second thought 🤌

[dovedewdrop]

I need HQ pics of him in this white beach shirt and I need them NOW😊