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jey uso , wwe hall of fame .

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jey uso , wwe hall of fame .

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heyyyyy imma answer the rest of the asks tmw, im tired n 🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃 n i need to be locked innnn <3 <3

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hey! I’d love to take part in your challenge! can you pick the Pedro boy and can you spin for me ? + 2 pls & tyty 🫶🏻

hi rae <3 <3 !! ur number is #365! (click2open) ur item is a hotel notepad, n for ur pedro boy i chooose..... MAX PHILLIPS!!! (sry, someone had 2 take him n i think u can handle him, ill pay u extra)

another one thats rotting my brain,,, sigh... i cant wait. (THANK U FOR JOINING)

HYETTO writing challenge 🎀

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DULSÈ BABY <3

i would LUV to participate in your HYETTO? challenge

pls can you pick my pedro boy for me, and spin that sucker +2 for me 🫦

hi kia !!! <3 <3 ur number is #408! (click2open) ur item is a denim skirt , and for ur pedro boy !!!!!!!!!!!! DIETER BRAVOOOOO

my brain is BUZZING,,, i cant wait to read omg. THANK U FOR JOINING <3

HYETTO writing challenge 🎀

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hey lovie, spin for me <33 aaaand i pick numero unooo

hi maiiii <3 !!!!! ur number is #225! (click2open) n ur item is a vintage jewelry box!!

i can imagine a few of them in this position n its kinda rotting my brain... THANK U FOR JOINING <3

HYETTO writing challenge 🎀

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Hiiiiii i love this challenge! Just pick everything for me lmao.....+3 times on the wheel? Did i do that right? 😂😭

hi kaittttt <3 !! ur number is #41! (click2open) ur item is a pair of too expensive headphones, n ur pedro boy iiiiiisss JAVI G !! THE SWEETEST BOYYY

im obsessed w this gif he looks so cute.... (need him bad). THANK U FOR JOINING KAITTT

HYETTO writing challenge 🎀

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clubsie roll her up for me 2 (two) times pls and thank you

CLUBSIE??? wow... 😒 ANYWAY,,, hi loopsie <3 ur number is #211! (click2open) ur item is a gold money clip <3 <3 ( the position being called the emperor... mhm!)

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Hey beautiful 🥰

I’m here for your challenge!

I'll let you assign me the P boy you think is best suited for me or that you associate with me (?) and please I would like to avoid breeding kink (I know it seems stupid in a Juno based challenge but you already know that I’m a weirdo 😂😂😂), choking, incest (step-chest okay) and non-con, I can't think of anything else at the moment but I'll let you know asap if anything changes!

I hope I didn't forget anything, I authorize you to hit me on the head if I did lol

Thank you for taking time to put together this amazing challenge, I’m so thrilled! 🤩

All the love ♥️

hi v !! ur number is #382! (click2open) ur item is a handmade gold ring <3 n ur pedro boy iiiiissss DAVE YORK !!

this challenge has me all fucked up !!! everytime i imagine a position i feel warm. cant wait to see what u come up w !!! <3

HYETTO writing challenge 🎀

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Hey I'm so excited for this event! Can you pick a Pedro boy for me and spin 5 times please? 🙏🙏

hi evie !! ♡ ur number is #19! (click2open) ur item is watermelon salt water taffy n ur pedro boy is…. (drumroll) HARRY CASTILLO!!!!

him n that position…. i can see this going a LOT of very very good ways, im so excited ♡ ♡

HYETTO writing challenge 🎀

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hiiii :3 can you spin for 3 for me and pick a pedro boy for me, gracias <3 (i'm so excited for this!!)

hi gabe!!!! ur number is #136! (click2open) ur item is a magic 8 ball ♡

as for ur pedro boy,,,

beloved nerdy boy marcus moreno :3 i can’t wait to see what u come up w!!! ♡ ♡

HYETTO writing challenge 🎀

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PEDRO PASCAL Star Wars Celebration Japan 2025 - DAY 1

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thank u sm to everyone who signal boosted n everyone who sent in an ask, i made this post less than 12 hours ago so im genuinely shocked. 🥹 everyone saying they wanna join, PLS DO 🩷🩷🩷🩷 w 515 positions to work with, we’ll never run out of spots, n the more the merrier ♡ ♡ ♡

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⠀ ⠀ 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 presents : ⠀ ⠀ HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE? ⠀ ⠀ a 𝑝𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒 writing challenge .

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does that quote ring a bell ? i bet it does ! maybe ... a specific boy — man comes to mind ? let's find a way to bring those thoughts to life , shall we ?

#HYETTO? is a writing challenge inspired by sabrina carpenter's juno , therefore , it's entirely smut - based . the game is simple ! per each participant , i will randomly generate a number between 1 to 515 , based off the collection of sex positions on this website , alongside a random item or setting that must be included in the work .⠀ you have the option of selecting your PPCU character , or you can have me pick one for you ! you can attach a number from 1 - 5 alongside the ask , and i'll re - spin that many times . if there are any kinks you'd like to avoid , you can either IM me , send a second ask that will go unpublished for your privacy , or include it within your initial ask !

TO JOIN : send me an ask !

ex . hey dulsè , can you spin for me ? + 3 , pls pick a pedro boy for me , too !!!!!

hey user123 , ur position # is 103 !!! ur item is a lace garter , ur pedro boy is ____

[ i attach one of those sex position diagrams here ] [ a pedro boy gif here ]

RULES :

* all fics must be at least 500 words . * when submitting , @ me and tag the fic #HYETTO? * the more diversity , the better . i would love to , and prefer to see BIPOC reader / OCs , LGBTQIA+ reader / OCs , alongside body diversity , even things like geographical diversity . * dark fic and mature topics are welcome . all i ask is that they're tagged accordingly . no rpf . * deadline is june 15th . if you need an extension , let me know !

i hear you knockin' , baby , come on up ! 💌

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no pressure taglist · @babynueva / @salingers / @stellamarielu / @letsgobarbs / @almostempty / @gothcsz / @mandaloriankait / @myownwholewildworld / @archive-of-ink / @mushgloomz / @stitch-away / @peepawispunk / @sir-thisisadndserver / @itwasntimethatdidit40 / @probablyreadinsmut / @ananonymousaffair no pressure to join , but reblogs for boosting r appreciated <3

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⠀

⠀ ⠀ 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 presents : ⠀ ⠀ HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE? ⠀ ⠀ a 𝑝𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒 writing challenge .

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does that quote ring a bell ? i bet it does ! maybe ... a specific boy — man comes to mind ? let's find a way to bring those thoughts to life , shall we ?

#HYETTO? is a writing challenge inspired by sabrina carpenter's juno , therefore , it's entirely smut - based . the game is simple ! per each participant , i will randomly generate a number between 1 to 515 , based off the collection of sex positions on this website , alongside a random item or setting that must be included in the work .⠀ you have the option of selecting your PPCU character , or you can have me pick one for you ! you can attach a number from 1 - 5 alongside the ask , and i'll re - spin that many times . if there are any kinks you'd like to avoid , you can either IM me , send a second ask that will go unpublished for your privacy , or include it within your initial ask !

TO JOIN : send me an ask !

ex . hey dulsè , can you spin for me ? + 3 , pls pick a pedro boy for me , too !!!!!

hey user123 , ur position # is 103 !!! ur item is a lace garter , ur pedro boy is ____

[ i attach one of those sex position diagrams here ] [ a pedro boy gif here ]

RULES :

* all fics must be at least 500 words . * when submitting , @ me and tag the fic #HYETTO?WC * the more diversity , the better . i would love to , and prefer to see BIPOC reader / OCs , LGBTQIA+ reader / OCs , alongside body diversity , even things like geographical diversity . * dark fic and mature topics are welcome . all i ask is that they're tagged accordingly . no rpf . * deadline is june 15th . if you need an extension , let me know !

i hear you knockin' , baby , come on up ! 💌

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no pressure taglist · @babynueva / @salingers / @stellamarielu / @letsgobarbs / @almostempty / @gothcsz / @mandaloriankait / @myownwholewildworld / @archive-of-ink / @mushgloomz / @stitch-away / @peepawispunk / @sir-thisisadndserver / @itwasntimethatdidit40 / @probablyreadinsmut / @ananonymousaffair no pressure to join , but reblogs for boosting r appreciated <3

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Pedro Pascal as REED RICHARDS [pt.2/2]

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chloe,,, chloe chloe chloe, this was so so so so so so good. the romance, the recalling marked with “remember that?” is so personal, its such a good bridge from one piece of the memory to the next, the way it rounds out with exactly what we expect him to do. UGH THIS WAS SO GOOD

CROSS YOUR MIND.

pairing: francisco “frankie” morales x bipoc reader.

summary: at once, you remember.

warnings: 18+ mdni. amnesia. flashback spice.

word count: 806.

a/n: a03 & master-list. for @penvisions’s give a little love writing challenge. it’s short and sweet. [and, unlike anything that i’ve ever written]. eeeek, tell me what you think! also, i’ll be linking dev’s gofundme, here. consider helping, if possible. <3

there’s an early-april sun, bypassing your bedroom’s nearby, bay window; the natural warmth, forging an incandescent glow, against your browned skin.

like you, the neighborhood’s lazily stirring awake; an initial spritz, from the front-yard’s rotating, sprinkler system, trudging forth what’s your first, bleary blink of the morning. next, it’s the sleep-ladened trill, from some suburbanized bird, that’s encouraged the drift of your furled lashes.

it’s been eighty-four days, since you’ve remembered anything that’s pertained to francisco morales; your husband, if the weighty, wedding ring that’s gracing your fourth finger’s to be trusted.

and, yet… you’re suddenly, beyond assured that he’d identify the sounding bird’s breed. then, it’s frankie’s breathy, correcting laugh that’s narrating your inner voice; reminding you that biologically, they’re called bird species, and not bird breeds.

you’re abruptly remembering another thing, too; the summer prior…

the fleeting, trio of humid months that you’d majorly spent camping, with francisco; at once, everything’s deeply palpable. somehow, the scent of toasted and vanillic marshmallow’s needling your nostrils.

your bonnet’s askew and silky, upon your forehead’s focusedly-scrunched expanse, as you’re desperately trying to retain every detail; this random barrage of misplaced memories, reminiscent of an older-model camera, how it’s flickering and shuttering. unfolding in your head; this feature-film of him.

the opening scene’s his dorky, outdoorsy pants. that dog-eared, inherited book, stuffing his rear-pocket’s entirety; the field guide of birds. frankie’s husky and nostalgic tone, “was my abuelo’s”. his thumb, briskly shuffling the fragrant, yellowed pages; that uniquely musky scent of an antiquated book, materializing in your bedroom, now.

you’re currently righting your body, until your back’s comfortably straightened; the sleep-shirt that you’re wearing, creamy and waffle-knitted, as it’s adhering to the headboard’s cushioned front. the richly-toned tint of your skin, contrasting the article’s neutralized shade.

then, you’re deeply inhaling, rather than questioning the source of these phantom smells; you can’t worry about that. instead, you’re concentrating on utilizing them; on mentally occupying that camp-ground. the memory of francisco’s right there, as you’re shutting your eyes, once more.

francisco’s navy-colored, signature hat that he’d put backward-facing, as he’d erected the tent; pegs and poles, fed through polyester. you’re remembering his sun-freckled arms; how they’d repeatedly flared and flexed, during the shelter’s assembly.

and, how they’d felt, that first night. the tanned, taut rind of them. each bicep, freshly-pumped, after he’d rigorously swung an axe; split the bundled wood. his fragrant sweat was an aphrodisiac, already; but, the way that frankie’s innately-earthy aroma had mixed with that syrupy set of maple and pine? oh, it’d been cruelly intoxicating.

remember that? and, how your teeth’s grooving had sharply traversed francisco’s damp skin? bulges and ridges that muscularly roaded his upper-body; some sort of erotic map. he’d pleadingly whimpered, “hold on. that’s─ngh─enough”. then, he’d forcibly rotated the dominance; changed the position. rolled, so that he mounted you.

he’d rasped, “y’know… i think that you were trying to make me come, like that”. frankie’s brow quirked, as if it’d challenged your denial. he’d nosed your throat and further elbowed the ground, too; the flooring of the tent’s distinct rustle and scrunch, accompanying your incoming answer.

you’d hummed, “hm, i doubt that i’d have had to try much harder”. he’d amusingly gasped, then; earning your most honest, mindless of laughs. the kind that’s heaved without any reservation; that’s weightless of hesitancy and insecurity.

you’re currently recalling the bristling, coarse itch of his mustache. and, how you’d never even considered shying away from it; if anything, you’d savored each scrape and scratch that abraded your body.

francisco had threateningly grumbled, “yeah, baby? let’s see what kind of effort it’ll take me”. and, you’d pleasurably contorted, as he’d thighed you; thrusted his leg’s firmed front, until he’d properly wedged the seat of you. your carotid and core throbbed; syncing together. frankie rapidly surfaced your release, then achingly prolonged your pleasure.

you’d shuddered, “oh, fuuuuck”. remember that? the way that your voice had crescendoed? your thumb’s pad found residency, upon his beard’s heart-shaped patch; you’d needingly stroked the sparsity, as if it’d kept you tethered, somehow. and, the early-influx of gray that fogged francisco’s facial hair? you’d loved it, then. you love it, now.

because, you remember him. francisco morales, who couldn’t spend another second not kissing you, even though your ceremony’s officiant hadn’t yet finished declaring your marriage; he’d cut that poor, reciting man off, without any fragment of regret.

francisco, francisco, francisco. now, you’re returning to reality; you delicately blink, despite an underlying fear that doing so could affect your newfound sense of remembrance.

it’s your eighty-fourth day of recovery, when frankie broadly shoulders the ajar, bedroom door open. he’s focused on the cardboard, to-go tray that’s cresting his flattened palm.

“oh, good mornin’. you’re up early,” he’s distractedly greeting you. “it wasn’t that mourning dove’s cooing that woke you, was it?”

npt: @beefrobeefcal. @capuccinodoll. @clubsoft. @cxrsed-angel. @evolnoomym. @goodwithcheese. @jessthebaker. @joelsgoodgirl. @jolapeno. @pedrit0-pascalit0. @peepawispunk. @syd-djarin. <3

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Sweet Surprise

A/N: Honestly I'm just writing for myself right now and hoping you guys enjoy it. This is a FFM smut one-shot, my first time writing one. Thanks to @gothcsz for hyping me up enough to post it 💕

Warnings: unprotected pinv, fingering, oral(f!receiving), FFM

Taglist: @clubsoft @the-only-din-i-want @greenwitchfromthewoods

You walked through the palace, reaching the doors to where Marcus was being housed. Pushing them open, you were surprised to find him there already, with a woman straddling him. “Marcus? What is this?”, you asked, voice trembling slightly. He had summoned you, asked you to come here because he had a surprise for you, and instead you find this. You watched as he sat up, lifting her with him with ease; she didn't react to your presence, only moved to suck a bruise into his neck. You watched him shudder slightly and the tension in your chest grew. “You're early, my love.”, he said, reaching out a hand for you. You stayed back, fury clear as day on your face as you watched her continue to lavish his neck with kisses. When you didn't come closer, Marcus lifted her off his lap, depositing her on the bed beside him. She giggled, eyes darting between the two of you in obvious amusement. You didn't miss the way her eyes raked down your body, and if you weren't so angry, you'd be flattered because she was beautiful. Marcus walked towards you, arm outstretched to greet you; you dodged his touch, moving to the window at your left. He followed you, quickly wrapping you in his arms and pulling you back against his chest. You struggled slightly, but knew from experience it was no use trying to fight him.

“What's wrong, sweet one?”, he rumbled, leaning down and placing kisses on your neck. You sighed, your mind slowly letting go of your anger as he sucked on your pulsepoint. “Who is she and why is she here? For you?”, you asked, finally pushing away and glaring up at him, arms crossed. The look on his face morphed from confusion to amusement as he scoffed at you. “No, she's for you.”, he replied, hands smoothing over your arms as he stepped closer. The woman watched you both with interest, hands trailing over her scantily clad body lightly. Your eyes widened as you realized you had it wrong, after all; you and Marcus had talked about adding a third before, and since you had never been with a woman, he wanted to give you that experience. “I thought….I don't know what I thought.”, you murmured softly, allowing Marcus to pull you into his arms, finally. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before tilting your chin up, kissing you lovingly. The two of you stood there, making out slowly until the woman stood up and made her way behind you. Her featherlight touch on your arms made you gasp into the kiss, and Marcus took full advantage of your open mouth to swipe his tongue through your lips. She started to kiss and mouth at your neck and you moaned, grasping at Marcus’ tunic with both hands. She sucked a bruise into your neck before pulling away, circling to your side to push you back from Marcus. Taking your face in her hands, she kissed you gently, the softness of her lips against yours a direct contrast to Marcus. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, sliding against your own softly. You whimpered as she slid her hands up your chest, pinching your nipples through the fabric of your dress. Marcus moved to the bed, thoroughly enjoying watching the pair of you. 

You broke the kiss with a small grin and you both turned to look at Marcus, who was lounging on the bed palming his cock through his tunic lazily. He beckoned you both to him and you obeyed, dragging her with you with a giggle. You tumbled onto the bed with them on either side of you and immediately, hands were on your body. Your dress was pulled over your head, leaving you bare before them. She and Marcus both palmed your breasts with her leaning down to suck one of your nipples into her mouth, tongue swirling. Marcus swallowed your moans as he kissed you roughly; your hand slid into her hair as she laved at your skin. He trailed his mouth down your neck, pausing to kiss and suck at the bruise she had made on your skin. Her kisses continued lower down your body until she reached your cunt. You could feel her breath against you as she repositioned herself between your legs, spreading your thighs wide. Marcus leaned back, watching intently as she licked up through your folds, causing your back to arch and your hand to fly down to tangle in her dark hair. “Fuck! Marcus, she feels so good.”, you moaned, turning your head to look at him. He smirked, watching her continue to fuck her tongue into your dripping hole, her thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Your grip on her hair tightened and she moaned into you, causing your hips to jerk against her face. “That's right, use her face.”, Marcus murmured, tweaking a nipple with one hand as your hips started grinding against her mouth. He got up, shedding his tunic before returning to kiss you once more. Your hands gripped at his shoulders, pulling him closer to you as one of his hands trailed down your body. He fisted his hand in her hair and pushed her down against you, forcing her into your dripping pussy harshly. She moaned, the vibrations feeling like heaven against your clit. Your hips moved faster, grinding against her face as she sucked at your clit and pressed two fingers into you. Her slim fingers curved into you, pressing against the spongy spot inside your walls and you keened as she thrust them in and out. Finally, with one last grind of your hips, you came with a shout, gushing all over her face. 

She crawled up your body, planting kisses everywhere she could reach until she faced you and Marcus. Before you could kiss her, Marcus grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her in for a searing kiss, moaning at the taste of you on her tongue. You whimpered, watching the two of them together was mesmerizing. Marcus pressed hungry kisses into her neck as she leaned forward and kissed you, her tongue moving with yours as she moaned. He tapped your hip, motioning for you to move over; when you did, he quickly flipped her over onto her back, breasts bouncing as she giggled. He then pulled you towards him, kissing you for a moment before positioning you over her, thighs bracketing her own, ass in the air. His grip on your hips was tight as he pulled you back, grinding against his cock. You moaned as he slid into you, filling you up as he bottomed out. She immediately started touching you, mouth on your breasts as Marcus started to thrust into you, pushing your hips down against hers. Each thrust caused you to grind together and the sensation had you both moaning Marcus’ name repeatedly. “Fuck, Marcus, ohmygod you're so deep.”, you cried out, losing yourself to the sensations. He leaned over you, pressing openmouthed kisses to your spine and shoulders as he pistoned his hips into you. She continued to mouth and suck at your tits, your back arching against Marcus as he fucked into you. The faster he moved his hips, the faster you ground down against her and it was almost overwhelming. Your clit kept catching the hair on her cunt, the sensation heavenly. 

She moaned against your chest, hips and thighs trembling as she came against you, her slick causing more friction between you. “Oh my god, Marcus, please, I'm so close!”, you moaned; he lifted you off of her and started pounding up into you, your back to his chest. She lifted herself up, standing on her knees in front of you. A hand slid down your body until her fingers landed on your clit, rubbing tight circles in time with Marcus’ thrusts. One hand fisted in his curls, the other bracing yourself on her shoulder, you keened and your body shook as your orgasm crested within you. Your hips shook as he continued to fuck into you once, twice, three more times before he came deep inside you. Marcus let you go and you collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. She followed you down, kissing your neck and shoulders as her hand slid through the mess of your pussy. She brought her fingers to her lips and sucked them into her mouth with a heady moan. You couldn't help but watch as she licked the digits clean, humming around them. Marcus rested against your other side, pressing his lips to your cheek reverently. “You okay, sweet one?”, he asked, resting his hand on your stomach. You nodded with a tired giggle, pulling her into your side as you grinned at him. “That was such a good surprise.”, you whispered, kissing his lips softly.