#god. LOOK AT ALL THAT CHEMISTRY RIGHT THERE ...............

[okwonyo]

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“you did well, i’m proud of you.”

it’s long overdue. passing your chemistry exams, after a entire semester of spending your free time at school, to be tutored and tortured.

tortured by the creation of the gods themselves leaning right behind you, overing your shoulder to see your grade, close enough to rest his hot breath against your neck.

you can exhale again when he finally leaves the personal space he seems to like a lot, the personal space that is yours. he sits on the chair next to you, which is not better than his previous position. his presence itself drives you crazy.

sunghoon licks his lips. sending a random cramp in the pit of your stomach. you don’t really know what to do, you open your mouth slightly to say something alas your tutor’s unwavering gaze makes you unable to talk.

“can i kiss you?” your eyes widen. saying that you are surprised is an understatement. and seeing the man’s remaining calm demeanor baffles you even more.

there is much you want to say, many questions he needs to answer. however, as in every lesson, you are unable to formulate a proper sentence. “i–what?”

sunghoon chuckles as he watches your cheeks redden. behind his frameless glasses, his eyes narrow, teasingly.

“i want to kiss you, i never tried to hide it,” he states, in this borderline condescending, undeniably attractive tone he always uses. “i think you want to kiss me too.”

you could pass out from embarrassment alone. you never thought your attraction to him, your tiny crush was well hidden. your unceasing thought and wonders on how his mouth would taste like, however— you believed they were a bit more discreet.

“so, i’m asking, can i kiss you?”

“uh,” you wonder, silently, if you have ever sounded this stupid before, “sure.”

your shaking and breathy answer doesn’t seem to bother him. he looks more endeared than anything else— even making fun of you in his head.

“great,” he says, taking one of your chair’s legs. he pulls you closer to himself in a quick movement and you know, he is somehow flexing his muscles right now.

sunghoon thinks its lovely how easy it is to make you nervous. from the first tutoring session, he knew that his mission would be to, making you understand chemistry apart, seduce you.

he was never subtle about it. he loves to tease you with his weighing gaze, standing close to you but never touching, sliding allusions in his words and watching you physically react to all of his actions.

making you learn chemistry wasn’t the hardest part. you were cute, very cute, and smart: able to understand terribly fast. the hardest part of the job was trying to make you notice how bad he wanted to kiss you.

he passed most all of his time biting his lower lip, nervously bumping his knee, crossing his arms under his chest as he watched you bite into your pen.

when he wasn’t explaining chemistry to you, he was thinking of the obvious one between you and him—while wondering what your lips would taste like.

sunghoon is a pretty bold guy, yet he haven’t earned the courage to do anything but tease you. today, he asked if he could kiss you without planning, controlled by a sense of hurry, thinking it would be his very last chance.

as he leans in, he still wonders: what is the taste of the lipstick you are wearing, what does your soft lips under it feels like, if would you run your finger through his hair, if you would cup his face in your gentle hands, jf would you let him touch you, if would you touch him.

he knew, from the moment his mouth was on yours, that he wouldn't want to stop. it’s a small kiss, a mere and shy contact, but he still sighs when he gets what he wants.

it’s nothing really, yet it sends butterflies right to his stomach.

“ninety four out of hundred on a chemistry test,” his voice is hoarse as he pulls away a tad. “how many kisses is that, hm?”

“…a lot,” you answer.

“oh, yeah?” he breathily laughs. he puts his hand in the back of your head, “i think so too.”

meanwhile he restrained himself the first time, he is not strong enough to control himself the second time. after months of dreaming about this, finally getting it, he doesn’t want to be shy about what he wants to do to you.

he groans into your mouth when his glasses gets in the way. he is forced to pull away from your heavenly lips to take them off and yank them somewhere he can’t care enough of.

through his slightly opened eyelids, he sees you with your eyes closed, chasing for his lips and looking at least as desperate as he is.

his heart is pounding, his hand finding the nape of your neck, he presses you closer to himself, so goddamn eager to kiss you again.

your lipstick tastes like peaches, your fingers craving in his hair sends chills down his long spine, you let him him stroke the side of your thigh as your touch drives him insane.

and if he thinks you are the one trying to send him into a spiral— then he must not know that his hand slide from thigh all the way to your hips.

he pulls your hips, closer, closer, closer. he continues until he is satisfied, until you are right where he wanted, right how he wanted: out of breath and climbing on his lap.

while your tutor is living his dearest dreams, a scenario better than his most precious fantasies, you feel like melting under the melt of his praise.

he always does that. he is always telling you how good you are doing, how proud of you he is for the bare minimum. it already sent waves of warmth in your body, but when you are doing this, it’s different.

“holy shit, baby,” his voice is shaky between a deep kiss. “you are so good at this,” —he licks your lips— “keep going.”

sunghoon’s thick eyebrows furrow as the kiss gets deeper. you grip onto his shoulders for the life of you— feeling your pulse getting higher and your skin heating every passing second.

you move your lips against his, like it was your birthright to be in this position as of now.

perhaps. you don’t know how long he can kiss without breathing but you are sure it’s way much longer than you.

sunghoon whines when you pull away, chasing after your lips with multiple pecks. you have to tilt your head up, a giggle escaping from your breathless chest— he aims for your neck.

“i’ll teach you how to last longer,” he smiles against your neck. then he looks pauses to look at you.

you rest your forehead against his, biting down an obvious smile, “i hope you don't reward all your students like this.”

“only the ones i want.”

you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in for another kiss. “cute.”

sunghoon pulls you closer to his circle of warmth by your waist. he kisses you so hard that you almost lose your mind, living up to his words, kissing you until there is no other option but pulling away with heavy chests.

chemistry is the best subject ever.

분지 ܃ in the utmost hope jenn will come back to me— and that the hoon girlies will come my way 💌 thank you ima for helping me out with this ! ^_^

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[charliegyrth]

Getting Fat for TV

My Actor Husband Needs a Belly

Hi, everyone! Charlie here. This story was based on an anonymous suggestion. Thanks so much for the idea!

And the TV show itself came from my fellow writer @gainingfiction, who suggested that the acting role was for one of those cheesy "fat guy/hot wife" sitcoms that used to be really popular. (Loved that idea.) As I'm sure you all know, gainingfiction has written some amazing stories in our genre, so please check those out. They've been a huge inspiration for me.

***

The Job

“Are you serious right now? Nolan! My God! That’s awesome!”

I jumped off the couch, raced over, and leapt into his arms. He spun me around while I kissed him, one of the many benefits of being a pocket twink with a 6’3” husband.

He set me back down, smiling proudly.

“When did you find out?”

“Like five minutes ago,” Nolan said. “I was driving back home when my agent called.”

I can’t tell you how proud I was. Nolan was an amazing actor, and he’d finally gotten his big break! After years of bit parts as “hot boyfriends,” “idiot models,” and “background frat guys,” he landed the male lead in a new sitcom on ABC alongside Carla Ganucci. They hadn’t even filmed the pilot yet, but it already had a full-season order based on Carla’s popularity.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the couch. I had so many questions. When would they start filming? What was the show about? How much was he going to make? “Tell me everything.”

“Well, the casting director knew me from Primal Violence. She called me in for an audition last week. Then I had a callback with the showrunner.”

“Last week? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to jinx it. This morning, I went back to ABC for a chemistry read with Carla, and she liked me! Everyone did.”

“Well, you’re quite likeable.” I kissed him again. Couldn’t stop myself.

“It’s a family sitcom. Carla’s the sassy wife from a rich family and I’m her blue-collar husband. An Average Joe plumber.”

“Really?” I didn’t mean to sound dismissive, but there was nothing average about Nolan. He had a gorgeous, very Scandinavian-looking face and the gym-trained body of an athlete. (He was a former fencer. Almost qualified for the Olympics when he was 19.) So far, all of his speaking roles had relied on his good looks.

I lived with him. I saw him on his off-days, lounging around in his pajamas, and he always (always!) looked camera-ready. I could not see him as an Average Joe plumber.

“Really!” he said, though his smile flickered a little. “It’s a bit of a stretch for me. But I have three months to prepare. The producers want Carla and me to be complete opposites, so they’ve given me some time to… schlub up.”

“Schlub up?” What did that even mean?

“They, um, want me to gain weight.” He paused, looking a little nervous. “You’d be okay with that, right?”

I didn’t answer, not because I disliked the idea, but because my brain literally couldn’t picture Nolan as anything other than a buff guy.

“You’re upset. I should’ve talked to you first. I can ask if they’ll let me wear a fat suit, but I don’t think—”

“No!” I said. I placed my hands on his solid chest. “This is your body. You decide what to do with it. I will love and support you at any size.”

He let out a relieved breath. I’m pretty sure he’d already agreed to the weight gain. It seemed like he’d been so excited by this opportunity that he hadn’t stopped to think about asking for his husband’s permission. But that was okay. I meant what I said.

“How big do you need to get?” I had to ask.

He pulled up his shirt, showing off the six-pack that he’d always been so proud of. He took my hand and made me trace around his muscles. “Just enough to turn this into a little belly. That’s all.”

I stiffened. Total surprise. Why was I suddenly turned on by the thought of him gaining weight?

Nolan noticed. With a smile, he whispered “little belly” again.

God. Those two words were really turning me on.

He stood up, held me in his strong arms, and carried me toward the bedroom so we could celebrate his good news. On the way, he asked, “Do you think you can help me get bigger?”

Once he unbuttoned my pants, he saw that his question made me get a little bigger as well.

***

The First Feeding

“Ready?” I called from the kitchen.

“Yup!” Nolan called back.

I walked into the living room with a pint of mint chocolate chip and a spoon. I was weirdly nervous.

Nolan was waiting on the couch, wearing sweatpants and a loose shirt. He didn’t look nervous at all. Just excited.

As I sat next to him, I asked again, “ Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Bring it on!”

He’d already had a massive breakfast and an even more massive lunch, but this was my first time feeding him. It felt like a no-turning-back moment, our first real step toward changing his body.

He didn’t have any doubts about what we were doing, but I still did. What if the TV show didn’t work out? What if he gained a bunch of weight and then couldn’t lose it? All his previous roles relied on his movie-star physique, and once that was gone, would his career be over?

I’m sure he had those same questions floating in his mind, but they didn’t seem to bother him. Plus, I’d already promised that I’d help.

So I dug the spoon into the ice cream and raised it to his lips. He sucked the spoon dry and swallowed.

“Oof. That’s sweet.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I’ll get used to it. Keep going.”

I fed him some more. As we’d discussed yesterday, the whole point of me feeding him was so that he could speed up his calorie intake. I was supposed to go steady and fast. Encourage him when he lagged. Keep going until he said our safe word. (“Muskrat.”)

I shoveled more ice cream into his mouth. With my free hand, I rubbed his hair. His expression was pretty neutral.

“You’re doing a good job, baby.”

He swallowed again. “Thanks.”

“Do you like the taste now?”

“Kinda,” he mumbled through another mouthful. “Try it.”

That wasn’t part of the deal. Our goal was to get the entire carton into his belly. If I ate some too, then he’d be missing out on precious calories.

But this was our first time. Why not help him a little? So I scooped up another spoonful, slid it past his waiting mouth, and ate it myself.

“Delicious.” Mint chocolate chip wasn’t my go-to flavor, but this brand was freaking amazing.

Knowing that, I was able to speed up my feeding. With ice cream this good, Nolan could handle going a bit faster.

Every few spoonfuls, I took one for myself. We felt more connected that way. Eating together. Sharing in the sweetness. The focus stayed on Nolan, of course.

And in a matter of minutes, the entire carton was empty. Nolan leaned back, moaned a little, and clutched his bloated stomach.

“Let me help with that,” I said. I pulled his hands away and slid mine under his loose shirt. I gave him his very first belly rub, mostly to ease the pain but also to explore just how bloated he’d gotten. The combination of his massive lunch and the entire carton of ice cream had left him quite distended. Rock hard.

“Thank you,” he moaned. He was thanking me for everything, not just the belly rub.

His eyes were shut tight, but I don’t think he was in pain. He seemed blissful. If we were going to keep this up (at least one feeding session a day for the next few months), I think he could handle it.

***

The Shirt

“Wow! You’re swimming in that thing!” Nolan joked from the living room.

I walked in with his box of donuts. I didn’t know what he was talking about at first. Then I realized that he was talking about the baggy blue shirt that hung off my narrow shoulders. Nolan’s shirt.

I laughed. “Yeah, I’m wearing your clothes now. Deal with it.” I sat next to him and positioned the donut box on my lap. “I’m tired of getting stains all over my clothes. If you weren’t such a messy eater…”

“Yeah yeah yeah.”

It had been two weeks since Nolan started on his gaining journey, and in that time, I’d ruined three of my favorite shirts because of him. Every time I fed him, he got a little bit messier. I was fine with that. (Honestly, I was more than fine. His growing gluttony was pretty damn hot.) But from now on, the only clothes that I’d place in his sauce-spattered splash zone were his.

He leaned back. Got comfortable. Looked at me with hungry, expectant eyes. Then he glanced down at the assortment of donuts that I was about to stuff into him. “I don’t really like the maple ones. You can have those.”

“Fine by me.” I always took a little bit of his food for myself. Not enough to rob him of too many calories. Just enough to join in.

I grabbed an apple fritter and pressed it against his lips.

Hands-free, he ripped off a big bite. “Ooh. These are so good.”

“Yeah?” I said, biting off a piece for myself. He was right. The perfect amount of greasiness. As I fed him the rest, I asked, “How’s the new script?”

He’d gotten more script revisions this morning. The show finally had a name: Brenda Does Everything! With each new draft, it seemed like Brenda (Carla Ganucci’s character) got more type-A while Bubba (Nolan’s character) just got lazier. Other sitcoms had similar dynamics, but this show seemed to really exaggerate things.

“Pretty funny,” Nolan said. “So excited for our first table read.”

“Me, too,” I said as I fed him a donut with strawberry icing. With my free hand, I slid under his shirt and played with his lower belly. It had finally started to get soft, and I can’t tell you how much fun it was to poke it and squeeze it while I filled him up.

All our hard work was really paying off, and pretty soon, he’d start looking like a fat, lazy electrician. (The showrunner decided that he wouldn’t be a plumber anymore. Not sure why they made that change.)

“Keep going,” he muttered.

“Oh. Sorry.” I’d gotten so caught up in playing with his roll that I’d stopped feeding him. I took one bite of the strawberry donut for myself and then fed him the rest.

***

The Weigh-In

“Forty-nine pounds!” Nolan shouted from the bedroom.

I was in the kitchen melting sticks of butter to add to our dinner. I stopped what I was doing and ran across the house. I was disappointed that he’d weighed himself without me there, but whatever. Forty-nine pounds was a big deal. Not like I was surprised.

He stood proudly by the scale. I ran over and jumped into his arms, something I hadn’t done for a while.

He caught me but then grunted and immediately set me down. “Sorry, babe. I don’t think I can lift you anymore.”

That made me smile. Now that he’d stopped going to the gym and spent all his free time eating, he couldn’t even pick me up. That was definitely progress.

“Well, let’s have a look!” I said.

He pulled off his shirt, giving me a front-row look at his new belly. My breath caught in my throat. He looked amazing. His muscular base was still there, but a circular beer belly had formed under his (slightly inflated) pecs. Big, round, dusted with just enough body hair. Because he was so tall, those 50 pounds didn't seem to affect anywhere except around the middle (and a bit on his thighs). So hot.

I stepped closer and gave him a congratulatory pat on the stomach. “How are you feeling?”

“Proud. Confident. It’s a good look for me, isn’t it?”

I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. “You’ve never looked better.”

The more I fed him, the more I watched his belly inflate, the more I realized that this was what I wanted. What I’d always wanted. Nolan used to be gorgeous. Now, he was so much more.

“Thanks. When I meet with Dave today, I’ll ask him what he thinks. He’ll tell me if I’m big enough yet.”

Dave was the showrunner. Nolan was going to have lunch with him and Carla in a couple hours.

“Okay.”

He noticed the disappointment in my voice. “Oh, honey. Even if he tells me to stop fattening up, that doesn’t mean you can’t feed me anymore. I still need to maintain what I’ve already gained. We’ll just have to… slow down a little once filming starts.”

I nodded.

“Then again, he could tell me to keep going. We’ll find out.” He studied me for a long moment. “You’ve really enjoyed yourself the last three months, huh?”

“Do I even need to answer that?”

He smiled and led me back into the kitchen. “You know, I won’t meet with them for another two hours. And, well, 49 is a great number, but 50 is nice and round. Maybe…” His voice trailed off.

As he leaned against the kitchen counter, I opened the fridge to see what we had.

***

Meeting Carla

Nolan stepped into the living room, all dressed up and snazzy. His black pants accentuated his expanded hips and his new belly was more than noticeable under his tight gray shirt. “How do I look?” He spun around.

“Capital-F fat,” I said.

“Perfect.”

I didn’t lie. For the first time in his entire life, he was fat. Deep down, I really wanted to see him keep growing, but if this was as big as he’d get, I’d be happy with that, too.

I kissed his cheek. “Good luck, honey.”

He checked out his reflection, stared down at his bulging stomach, and headed outside.

Now that I was alone in the house, I cleaned the kitchen, caught up on my emails, and scrolled through Instagram. I tried to go about my life, but I couldn’t stop wondering how his meeting was going.

After an hour, I wandered into the kitchen and checked out what was left in our cookie jar. I wasn’t hungry. Just bored.

We still had a couple chocolate chip cookies left over from yesterday’s feeding session. It would be a shame to let those go to waste. I ate one and headed back to the couch to see what was on TV. A few minutes later, I went back and finished the rest.

Not a big deal. Every day, Nolan ate so much more than me. Sure, I was snacking more than I used to, but my intake didn’t hold a candle to what we husband shoved in. And in a way, these little treats made me think of him. The blast of sugar reminded me of all the fun times we shared.

With the taste of chocolate in my mouth, I stretched out on the couch and took a little nap.

Nolan woke me up with a kiss. “Honey? We have a guest.”

My eyes fluttered open. Nolan’s smiling face came into focus, but when I saw the person standing behind him, I instantly lost all grogginess.

“Carla!” I jumped to my feet.

Carla Ganucci stepped forward, looking absolutely gorgeous, and extended her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

I shook her hand, trying (and failing) to speak.

I’d seen so many of Carla’s romcoms and stand-up specials. It took my brain an embarrassingly long time to accept that I was actually meeting her in the flesh. The Carla Ganucci was in our house.

Nolan laughed. “My husband’s a fan, in case you couldn’t tell.”

“Sorry to surprise you,” she said, “but I always like to learn as much as possible about my costars. And since you’re my husband’s husband…” She looked me up and down. “I hear you’ve been a big help getting Nolan ready for our show.”

She could’ve been talking about how I ran lines with him, but I was pretty sure she was talking about helping him gain weight.

Nolan stepped toward me and wiped his thumb against the corner of my mouth. “You got a little chocolate,” he whispered.

The embarrassment of that moment pulled me out of my starstruck daze. “Carla, would you like something to drink?”

“No thank you. We just came from lunch. But I would like to get to know you a little.” She sat on our recliner. Nolan and I sat on the couch across from her.

She clapped her hands together. “So. What’s it like being married to this guy?”

I turned toward Nolan, silently asking what he wanted me to say.

“Just be honest."

“Well. Um. He’s very funny. He’s kind.”

“Any annoying habits I should know about?” she asked.

I had to think. “Well, since he’s so much bigger than me, he always pats me on the head when we’re arguing about something. Makes me feel like a little kid. So annoying.”

“That annoys you?” Nolan asked.

“And sometimes, if I’m running around and getting in the way, he’ll just pick me up and drop me onto the couch.”

Carla laughed. “Right. That’s funny.”

Nolan glanced at her nervously but didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure why.

“So he tells me you gave him a lot of pointers when it came to nutrition, huh?” She glanced at Nolan’s stomach. “As a bigger guy, you must’ve—”

Nolan interrupted her before she could finish her sentence. “Dave said I’m the right size now! So our work is done.”

“Really?” I couldn’t hide my disappointment.

“He’ll be doing a lot of physical comedy,” Carla explained. “Pratfalls and whatnot. Can’t get too out of shape.” She glanced over at Nolan. “Speaking of, your husband’s joke gave me a good idea for a button at the end of Act One.”

Nolan knew exactly what she meant.

I didn’t. As a non-actor, I had no idea what a “button” was. I watched as Carla approached Nolan and started reciting some of her lines, arguing with him about some chore that he didn’t finish. Nolan responded with a joke, but when Carla kept nagging him, he picked her up (just like he used to pick me up) and deposited her onto the couch. Then he strutted away. End of scene.

“That works!” she said. “Ooh, that’ll be funny."

She didn’t stay much longer after that. She asked me a few more questions about our marriage and my hobbies, but Nolan kept changing the subject. It was a little weird.

Still, nice lady. She didn’t act like a stuck-up celebrity at all.

After Nolan showed her to the door, he came back to me and asked what I thought.

“I like her,” I answered honestly. “But why did she laugh when I said that you—”

“Honey,” Nolan interrupted. “There’s something we need to talk about.”

***

My Reflection

Nolan didn’t say anything as he led me into the bedroom. His face was weirdly serious.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s, um, something you haven’t noticed. I kept expecting you to figure it out, but you haven’t. So…”

We were standing in front of the full-length mirror. I looked at my husband’s handsome reflection, so dashing in his suit. The sight of his bulging belly gave me a real sense of pride.

“What do you see?” he asked.

“My handsome, fat husband,” I said.

“Anything else?”

What was he hinting at? Did he get a haircut that I hadn’t noticed? “I don’t know.”

“Honey,” he said, “you know I love you.”

I gulped. This definitely sounded like he was about to give me some bad news. I wished he'd just tell me.

“You spend so much time focused on me that you haven’t really… paid attention to yourself,” he said.

I looked at my reflection, and I had to admit, I didn’t look great. I hadn’t left the house much in the last three months, so my hair had gotten shaggy. I was wearing my typical outfit: sweatpants and one of Nolan’s loose shirts. Or maybe it was my shirt. It didn’t look that loose.

As I stared at my reflection, wondering why I looked so different, Nolan stepped behind me and pulled off my shirt.

I gasped. “I’m… I’m fat!”

“You’re not that fat,” Nolan assured me.

“I’m fatter than you!” I shouted, so shocked that my voice came out embarrassingly high pitched.

How could I have allowed myself to get like this? I’d always been the smallest guy in any room. Cute. Pocket-sized. Now, I had a soft gut that hung over my waistband and hips that were way wider than they used to be. (I didn’t want to see how fat my ass must’ve gotten.) And worst of all, my chest had sprouted pointed little breasts. Were my nipples stretched out? Yeah, they were.

Not quite believing what I saw, I grabbed my stomach and jiggled it. Yup, I actually jiggled.

Nolan wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding me so I wouldn’t have a panic attack.

“This doesn’t make sense,” I muttered over and over as he guided me to the bed.

I flopped down, seeing my bare belly slosh around.

Nolan sat next to me. “I was waiting for you to realize.”

“But… But… But you were the one overeating! Not me!”

He rubbed my back. “You take a lot of food for yourself when you’re feeding me. You realize that, right?”

“You eat most of it.”

“Yeah. But I’m 6’3”. You’re 5’5”. It sticks to you more.”

“Okay. That makes sense. But how could I not have noticed… all this?” I grabbed my belly again, grimacing at the squishiness.

“Because you were so focused on me. And since you’ve been wearing my old clothes, you haven’t noticed that you’ve… outgrown…”

Oh God. I must’ve outgrown every single shirt I owned. “How can you even look at me?”

He grabbed my cheeks and forced me to look into his eyes. “Honey, you like what I look like, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“Even though I’m not ripped anymore?”

I nodded. I preferred him like this. His belly was his finest feature.

“One of the reasons I didn’t want to tell you was that, um, I really like how you look. On some level, I dreaded the moment when you found out, because then you would…”

“I would what?”

He looked away. Now it was my turn to make him look me in the eyes.

“Stop growing.” He slid his palms along my sides, sending shivers through me. He squeezed gently into my love handles. “For the last three months, you’ve gotten sexier by the day. Sure, I can’t pick you up anymore, but there’s so much more of you to… I don’t know what to say. You’re beautiful.”

Nolan was an amazing actor, but whenever he talked to me, I could always tell when he was lying. And right now, I knew that he meant everything he said.

I kissed him.

As he felt me and jiggled me, no longer holding anything back, all my conflicted feelings went away. Under his fingertips, I began to accept my body. Then appreciate it. Then love it as much as he did.

He pushed me back onto the bed, climbing on top of me so that his belly pressed down on me. He started unbuttoning his shirt. Then he stopped. A smile spread across his face.

“Before we start,” he said, “I brought back some cheesecake from the restaurant. Why don’t I—?”

“Yes, please!”

***

The Party

The wrap party was supposed to start five minutes ago, but the director was still talking to Nolan and Carla. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I waddled over to the craft table and grabbed a sandwich. By the time I finished it and started on the second, they were finally done.

Nolan strutted over, his belly bobbing hypnotically in front of him. “You know we’re gonna have cake soon.” He kissed my cheek.

“I know,” I said. Didn’t stop me from finishing the sandwich, though. “Why don’t you get out of your costume, babe? You look so uncomfortable.”

Before I finished my sentence, he’d already pulled up his shirt and turned around so I could unstrap his fake belly. He pulled it off and let out a relieved breath. “Oof. That feels better.”

After all those months building his gut, it had taken his body half as long to shrink down to its natural, ripped state. When he was on the set, he constantly ran around and performed take after take of very physical stuff. No matter how much he ate, he kept losing weight, to the point where a prosthetic belly was just more practical.

Three months of hard work down the drain. Of course, I wouldn’t trade that time for anything, because it had started me on the gaining journey that I was always meant to take. And now, one year and 83 pounds later (as of this morning!), I was the happiest I’d ever been.

During those first months before I realized I was gaining, my weight had only increased by 26 pounds, half of what Nolan had gained. But on my small frame, those 26 pounds were pretty drastic. Needless to the say, the next 83 were explosive. I had no neck anymore; just a wraparound second chin. My moobs were round and constantly in movement. And while my belly was prominent, it was nothing compared to my thighs, which forced me to upgrade my pants virtually every month.

Those daily feedings, man. They add up.

Nolan put his arm around my shoulder and led me to the front of the stage, where everyone was gathering for the party. Even though only half the season had already aired, they’d just filmed their 22nd and final episode of the season.

“Hey! It’s my husband’s husband!” Carla wrapped me in a hug. (It still felt weird to think of a celebrity like Carla Ganucci as a personal friend, even though Nolan was just as famous himself.) “Take care of this guy during the hiatus. He needs his rest before season two.”

“Don’t worry,” I told her. “We’ll take things easy over the summer.”

Carla was close enough to Nolan to hear all about our… dynamic. She knew that the next two months would be filled with constant feeding sessions. I think he’d even told her about the funnel we just started using. While tabloid magazines had been pretty harsh over the last year (sample headline: “Sitcom Star’s Husband Addicted to Food… Relationship Heading Toward Divorce?”), Carla had been nothing but supportive.

Dave, the showrunner, shouted for everyone’s attention as a PA wheeled out the biggest cake I’d ever seen. The Brenda Does Everything logo stretched across the top, along with the faces of the entire cast. As Dave made a very long speech thanking the cast and crew, Nolan pinched my side-fat. He did that whenever he wanted to get my attention.

“What?” I whispered.

He bent down to get at my ear-level. “You see that cake? Big enough for everyone here?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, as the star of the show, I pulled a few strings and got them to order two. The other is waiting back home.”

I loved my husband so much. He was the big star, but with his help, I was going to get so much bigger.

The End

Thanks for reading! In case you missed it, check out my other story Fattening the Actor and its sequel.

[fishyaudio]

Why is godmode your favourite rw ship? Curious :>

Also do you know/play Hollow Knight

Thanks for the ask right away!!

First off, I know Hollow Knight but have yet to play it when I'll have more free time. I know I'll like it and my body cannot handle more fixations than the massive one I have on Rain World at once /hj

Godmode storytime;

The funniest thing about getting obsessed with this ship for me is that I started out as someone who didn't really engage in fandoms and had the mindset of "why would I ship something that's not canon? Those characters didn't even meet, that makes zero sense!" before Rain World. And look at me now, neck deep into a ship of two slugcats that ony had a non-canon interaction in a joke dating sim.

At first I got more into barbecue (Arti x Gourmand), because how I saw them personalitywise really made them click for me and I wouldn't have even considered godmode if not for this one animatic:

It changed my brain chemistry a bit. While personally I don't see Inv and Saint as both gods of the world they reside in, I love the idea of them having opposite midsets and goals and kinda balancing each other out.

I've always seen Saint's goals and doings as really ambiguous. To me, they aren't a god, aren't an evil creature, but a being with a mission that could be debated upon in terms of its necessity. Is their time loop really a destined routine for them to ensure others will get their ending? Or does Saint just feel that way about their futile goal and despite their struggles and determination, the Cycle never truthly ends?

We get a lot of hints that the world isn't really fully dying, it's transforming. The way the Undergrowth blooms, how Moon mentions a new Cycle unfolding, one that the Iterators needn't be a part of. I feel like the overall idea to just shut the lights off for everyone and everything, while in line with the Ancients' worldview and with a lot of good intentions, isn't really a 100% right one to execute. From Saint's pov especially with how it affects them, making her go through literal hell (rubicon) and back to continue her mission. Almost as if the world itself was pushing them back from gifting this finality upon everyone with its circular nature. And despite all of that, they push on. Always so stubborn in their narrow worldview, with one goal only. An Echo tied to the Cycle they want to end so bad.

And then there's Enot. A flirty, unserious joke character. A character that also went through absolute hell in her campagin. Constantly gets all of the most terrible things thrown at her. A total mystery of a being that's more of a cryptid and a glitch in the system than an actual, playable character with her own story and goals like the other campagins. And with all of that, I like to imagine that he still manages to have a good laugh at it. Is always able to find something funny in the situation he's in. Learn to enjoy the chaos around him and take advantage of it. Love the world as is because that's the only one he has. And I personally find this reading of Enot really damn comforting + a tad more complex one rather than just a hopeless romantic and/or violent sinner and/or a gamer freak. A sinning hopeless romantic gamer with depth! And emotional baggage!

When I think of these two together, I always see it in the context of Inv being somehow thrown into Saint's campagin and not leaving their new friend's side. I feel like both of them wouldn't pass an opportunity for a companion after they both were alone for so long. I love how their worldviews would clash and force them to think more about the lives they had led before. Imagine the shock that Saint would feel when hearing Enot say that Saint's world, the one they have considered cruel and dying, is all sunshine and rainbows in comparison to what insane and absurd things she experienced in her home. Moreover, the home she managed to call her own and appreciate a bit in the end. And not because she lost her mind or something, no. Enot is still very clever and empathetic.

I even made a whole comic about this particular interaction idea when it comes to their different ideas about the supposed finality of the Cycle.

Also: I just think they're neat and should hold hands and kiss

freaks of nature

[xoxolaw]

+ THE TURNING POINT

this is an interactive story. if this is your first time seeing this, then hop over to introduction - to get the idea behind this story.

+ CONTENTS

+ CH C4

The hospital rooftop had once felt like her sanctuary — all pale skies and quiet winds, where grief could hum softly without judgment. But now, it felt different.

Because now, he was there.

Every evening after school, without asking, without confirming, Seong-je showed up.

Sometimes he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, black hoodie pushed up to his elbows as he toyed with his bike keys. Other times, he’d already be seated on the bench when she arrived, pretending not to look up when she stepped onto the rooftop.

But he always did.

And she let him.

It started subtly.

The first time, he didn’t say much — just stood beside her in the sterile hallway outside Yuna’s room, tossing a pack of sour candy into her palm like it was nothing.

“This place reeks of sadness. Take this. You look like you haven’t eaten in days.”

She didn’t smile, but she didn’t throw it back either.

The second time, he waited outside with two warm canned coffees from a vending machine. He gave her the sweeter one — and didn’t even pretend it wasn’t intentional.

By the fifth day, it had become routine.

He didn’t ask if she wanted him there. And she didn’t ask why he kept coming back.

It was just… understood.

They never sat too close. But it was close enough to feel the heat of the other person — the tension always simmering between them.

“You gonna stare at the sky forever?” he muttered one evening, flipping his lighter open and shut as they sat on the bench.

She didn’t glance at him. “Maybe I like the sky more than your face.”

He smirked. “You say that, but you keep showing up.”

“You keep showing up.”

“Tch. That’s ‘cause you’d probably die of dehydration if someone didn’t hand you juice.”

She rolled her eyes, but her chest warmed in spite of herself.

She hated how easily he could disarm her. How quickly she’d grown used to his presence. To the way he never pried, but still saw right through her.

Sometimes, they sat in silence. Sometimes he talked about weird things — a fight at Kanghak, a teacher who snored through homeroom, the smell of motorcycle grease.

She liked that. The ordinary. The grounding of his voice. The way he’d casually nudge her ankle with his when the silence got too heavy.

---

And soon she didn’t even realise, how she had gotten so comfortable and close to him to end up in his house. She hadn’t realised at first but the moment she stepped into his apartment, everything came rushing in.

What was she doing?

Hanging out with Seong-je?

The person she couldn’t stand.

The person she set a 6 feet rule with.

And suddenly, the air felt too thick.

It wasn’t messy like she expected. A little chaotic, sure — hoodies slung over chairs, black boots by the door, textbooks scattered across the table like a failed attempt at pretending to study — but it felt…lived in.

Masculine. Warm. Dangerous.

Her eyes scanned the place like she was trying to pretend she hadn’t made a mistake. As if sitting across from him for the next hour, trying to teach him chemistry, was something that wouldn't blow her self-control to hell.

“Second thoughts?” he asked lazily, watching her from the couch. His hair was still damp from a shower, the black strands curling at the ends, hoodie hanging loose around his frame like he hadn’t bothered to zip it.

She didn’t answer. Just sighed and dropped her bag beside the table.

“You’re seriously failing Chem, Seong-je,” she muttered, flipping open the notebook he’d crumpled half to death. “Your test paper looked like a crime scene.”

He leaned forward, grin slow and sharp. “So that’s why you laughed?”

She didn’t respond. Because yes, she had laughed when she saw the paper. And then she’d teased him in the hallway with it. And then — God help her — she’d offered to tutor him.

She sat down across from him.

He didn’t move. Just stared at her for a beat too long. “Y’know,” he drawled, “if I get an answer right, I want a reward.”

She blinked. “What?”

“A reward,” he repeated, as if she were stupid. “That’s how bribes work, no?”

“I’m not bribing you—”

“You are, though,” he cut in, voice dipping lower. “Otherwise I wouldn’t sit through this torture.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Fine. What kind of reward?”

He smirked. “I’ll let you know, when I get an answer right.”

The challenge was clear now. Not academic — never that with Seong-je. It was him. That smirk. That voice. That smug tilt of his head like he knew exactly how far he could push her before she snapped.

She clicked her pen, steadying her breath. This is just tutoring. Normal. Controlled. Academic.

"Alright," she said, pointing to the page. "We’re starting with reaction rates. Read the first question.”

He leaned forward, forearms resting on the table. His hoodie slipped down his shoulder just slightly, exposing a collarbone far more distracting than necessary.

“Easy,” he said, glancing at the worksheet. “The rate of reaction increases with temperature.”

She arched a brow. “Lucky guess?”

He shrugged. “Lucky me.”

“…Fine. One point.”

He leaned back with a grin. “So?”

“So what?”

“The reward,” he said slowly, tapping the table with two fingers. “I earned it.”

She narrowed her eyes, unsure whether to be annoyed or entertained. “You want a gold star?”

“No.” His gaze dragged over her like a slow caress. “Give me pat on the head.”

He breath caught. It was easy, a normal pat. But the way he was looking at her made it anything but. Her fingers twitched.

The request was ridiculous. Stupid, even. And if anyone else had said it, she would’ve laughed in their face. But Seong-je? He wasn’t anyone. Not anymore.

Not with the way he looked at her like he knew—like he’d memorized the exact tension in her shoulders, the flick of hesitation in her gaze, the way she always, always folded under a certain kind of pressure.

And this was exactly that kind of pressure.

“You’re so annoying,” she muttered, but her voice had lost all its bite.

“Yeah,” he said, tilting his head, “but you still showed up.”

She stared at him. At the lazy stretch of his grin, the way he looked so damn pleased with himself for getting one chemistry question right. At the unapologetic tilt of his head and the boyish glint in his eyes.

And slowly—hesitantly—she reached across the table and placed her hand on top of his head.

Just for a second.

Just a pat.

But his hair was still damp. Soft. Warm under her palm. And when she made the mistake of glancing down, his eyes were already on her.

Not mocking.

Not teasing.

Just watching her. Carefully. Intently. Like she’d done something irreversible.

Her hand darted back, heart thudding too fast.

“There,” she said quickly, like she hadn’t just crossed some invisible line. “That’s your reward.”

But his grin only grew.

“I liked it,” he said, voice dropping just enough to make her throat go dry.

By the third question, he got it wrong, intentionally, she suspected. His attention was definitely not on the page anymore.

By the fifth, he got it right again.

She didn’t even have to ask.

He leaned forward, bracing his arms on the table until his face was mere inches from hers. “Next reward.”

Her throat tightened. “You're pushing it.”

“I’m earning it.” His eyes dropped briefly to her lips, then back up. “You promised.”

“…Fine,” she muttered, heart pounding. “What is it this time?”

“Come here.”

“What?”

He patted the couch beside him, dark gaze unreadable. “Sit here. It’s hard to think with you over there.”

“You're not supposed to think with your—” she stopped herself, cheeks flushing. “Whatever.”

She stood and made her way to the couch, purposely keeping a pillow between them when she sat down. He didn’t fight it. Just smirked like he’d already won.

He hadn’t. Not yet.

But it was getting dangerously close.

Seong-je leaned back, one arm slung over the couch behind her, exuding that casual arrogance that made her want to both slap and kiss him at once.

She didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just fixed her gaze on the worksheet, trying to keep her voice steady. “Question six. What’s the formula for the rate constant in a first-order reaction?”

A pause.

Then, “You’re the worst tutor I’ve ever had.”

She side-eyed him. “You’re the dumbest student I’ve ever had.”

He grinned, shameless. “Then we’re a perfect match.”

The words shouldn’t have hit like they did. They were throwaway — light, teasing — but something about the way he said them made her pulse hitch.

Her fingers clenched tighter around her pen.

Focus.

But how the hell was she supposed to focus when he was looking at her like that? When every breath between them felt like a dare?

He scribbled a formula on the notebook and showed it to her, “Here you go… the formula for rate constant in first-order reaction.”

She blinked… Up until now the rewards weren’t something she couldn’t grant but right now the look in his eyes, made her stomach twist.

She barely glanced at the page before muttering, “That’s… actually right.”

A wicked grin spread across his face. He leaned closer, shoulder pressing into the pillow barrier. “So? Reward?”

She tried to scoff, tried to roll her eyes like she always did, but her throat had gone dry.

“What now? Want another head pat?” she asked, hoping the sarcasm in her voice could distract from the way her heartbeat stumbled in her chest.

He tilted his head, expression lazy—teasing. “Nah.”

He paused.

“I want a kiss.”

The words hung there, suspended in the space between them, heavier than they had any right to be.

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“A kiss,” he repeated, like he hadn’t just set the air on fire. “I got it right. And you did promise rewards.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re unbelievable.”

He chuckled under his breath, the sound low and rough. “C’mon. I’m joking. You wouldn’t actually do it anyway.”

That smirk — God, that smirk — stretched across his face again, smug and full of challenge. He was so sure she’d flinch. So sure she’d back off. He laughed, genuinely amused now, his teeth flashing, head tilting back against the couch.

“I mean,” he said between chuckles, “you barely even touched my hair. You think you’re gonna kiss—?”

She leaned in.

Quick. Steady. Intentional.

He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before her lips brushed against the edge of his cheek — soft, brief, but enough to burn. Enough to stop him cold.

His laughter died in his throat.

His eyes snapped open, wide, like he couldn’t believe what just happened. The smirk dropped. So did the cocky tilt of his head. He stared at her, like he didn’t know where he was anymore.

And that was all he needed.

Without a word, he surged forward.

There was no hesitation this time. No space for teasing or games.

His hand found the back of her neck, fingers curling into her hair as he kissed her — really kissed her — rough, heated, and a little reckless. His other hand pushed the pillow away with ease, like it was never really a barrier to begin with.

The couch dipped beneath them as he leaned in harder, deeper, mouth slanting over hers like he’d been starving for it. Like he’d been holding back for far too long.

Her breath caught as her fingers instinctively curled into his hoodie. He tasted like smoke and something wild, something dangerous. Something him.

His thumb brushed her jaw as he angled her face up, deepening the kiss until her body reacted before her brain could catch up — spine arching, lips parting, heart beating so fast she swore he could feel it through her skin.

And then—

He pulled back.

Not far. Just enough to meet her gaze.

His lips were flushed. So were hers.

His voice was low, ragged. “You always do the one thing I don’t expect.”

She stared back, trying to catch her breath, pulse still screaming under her skin.

“You asked for it,” she whispered.

A slow, crooked smile curved on his lips. This time it wasn’t cocky — it was something darker. Hungrier.

“I’m gonna start getting every answer right,” he muttered, voice rough and close, his forehead pressing gently against hers. “So you better be ready to keep your promises.”

She didn’t reply.

Couldn’t.

Not when he was still so close. Not when her lips were still tingling. Not when the air between them had turned so thick with something unspeakable and alive.

Not when the line — whatever it was — had just been crossed, burned, and left behind entirely.

And just then Seong-je’s phone buzzed, breaking their heated moment. He was ready ignore it, but one glace at the caller ID and he picked it up.

The freaking hospital.

The caller ID said.

“Hello?” Seong-je answered the phone and after a few seconds, the call ended. He looked at Y/N, who was laying on the couch, breathing heavy.

“Yuna… she woke up just now.”

continue to CH C5

crafted for you with love by - xoxolaw

[starleska]

PERHAPS THE BIGGEST SCREAMING YOU'VE EVER HEARD FOR THE REALITY WAR 🦴✨

gigantic huge impossible spoilers (INCLUDING OUR NEW DOCTOR) for Doctor Who series 2 episode 8 The Reality War. i'm sure you're seeing them all over the place now, but this is far more in depth, so hold onto your hats:

OKAY. i KNOW there is so much division on this episode right now, but you know what?? i really, really fucking enjoyed it. after Empire of Death and some really bizarre writing across all of Fifteen's seasons i had huge reservations about Russell's ability to pull this off, but The Reality War gave me so many things i wanted to see: the Rani acting as her meticulous, cold, scientific self. answers as to who Poppy is. a 'resolution' to the fantasy-oriented seasons of Doctor Who with a conclusion to everything with the Pantheon (i think??). the return of Anita. that lovely interaction with Thirteen, and of course a beautiful send off to Fifteen too...

AND BILLIE PIPER AS SIXTEEN OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE THE RUMOURS WERE TRUE SOMEONE HOLD ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖

i watched both Wish World and The Reality War in the cinema, and while i was really not a fan of Wish World when it aired...it hits so much better as part of a double-feature where we have some pay-off to the Doctor not being himself for most of the episode as well as all the bizarre fantastical shenanigans the Rani was playing with. i am devastated that she got eaten by Omega, but it was also incredibly funny and i'm so interested to see how Mrs Flood will take over the mantle as quite a different kind of Rani (if she's still alive?! did she collapse with the wish???) 👀 the big thing that folks don't seem to like is Belinda's sudden move into being a mother, and honestly, i agree: but i think it's because this plot line was clearly intended for Ruby. this episode looks to confirm that Millie Gibson left rather suddenly as a main companion, and the parallels between Ruby and Belinda were deliberate, but Belinda was never given a reason to be so maternally invested. Ruby, as an orphan and a foundling with such a complex over her birth mother and mothers in general...it would have made more sense, but honestly i was having so much fun with this episode i don't even care 🙈💖 Fifteen was just a powerhouse in this ep. the chemistry between Fifteen and Anita was still unbelievable. Conrad's mommy issues with the Rani were fantastic. it felt so gratifying to see Susan and Rose and Mel and Kate and Colonel Ibrahim and sooo many others work together against something that had real stakes!!! okay yes i do think Omega looked goofy as fuck, but i ready for that, and expecting him to be quickly dispatched like the other Pantheon members (AND WE GOT A LUX IMPERATOR SHOUT-OUT BABEYYYYYYY) i can't describe to you how tense that last half-hour was in the cinema. the slow, horrifying realisation that Ruby had the correct memory and no one else knew. and then, all hell broke fucking lose when we saw Billie Piper's face. not just Billie Piper's face: it's specifically Rose Tyler's face: same hair, same eyebrows. for one second, i really thought it was some bigger Pantheon trick!! who knows, perhaps that's still on the table: if it's canon that Fourteen's face was a result of the Toymaker's trickery, there's no reason that Sixteen's face will remain the same.... and you know what? i am so fucking here for Billie Piper!Doctor. i am here for all of the emotional angst and turmoil that's going to happen for the Doctor regenerating into her lost love's face. jesus christ, fanfic writers, you are EATING!!!!!!! i kind of love the idea of the Sixteenth Doctor wrestling with her appearance at first, and then making it her own (Billie's been rocking the ginger look recently: wouldn't that be something? 👀) the little version of me who grew up with Rose Tyler is filled with so much glee, and i don't care if people are mad, this is AWESOME!!!! welcome Sixteenth Doctor!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 god, i'm so heartbroken to see Ncuti go. i've grown so fond of Fifteen and his mad, lovely smile...!! i do wish we'd gotten more time with him, but the time we did get was fabulous. certainly his seasons are going to be remembered for being such a fun and experimental era of Doctor Who 💖💖💖 i hope Ncuti knows he'll always have a place in our hearts as the Doctor!!! yeah, i'm just. adrenaline is through the roof. so, so curious to hear how all you other Whovians are reacting 👀

[usertoxicyaoi]

"It's like we're a real couple. You seem like you actually like me."

MY PERSONAL WEATHERMAN (2023). Episode 5.

[akai-anna]

shinichi: *takes a deep breath* shinichi: i lo- anyone who has spent five seconds around shinichi ever: yes, you love ran, we know, you love mōri ran so much, she's the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love ran, we KNOW , you love ran you fucking love ran ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE MŌRI RAN. WE GET IT.

[zivaninja]

Blue Bloods finale things/spoilers under the cut that I wanted to yell about:

• Jamko parents!!! Parents!! Oh how far they've come 😭

• I'm going to miss Eddie Janko so damn much, that's my girl.

•Jack and Erin getting married!! They finally got their happy ending. And the looks on their faces at dinner as they decided to keep it to themselves was just so 💜😭

• Danny's face when Henry tells him to find his person to come home to. He already knows.

• Danny Reagan! Asking Maria Baez! On a date! And her saying yes! He doesn't need to go look for his person because she's right there besides him. And the look on her face when she agreed!!

[paging-possum]

on some level I understand that welcome to hell is probably a little harder to sell than hazbin given the *gestures vaguely* entire main plotline of w2h THAT SAID im going to be mad about it forever. because one of them is actually funny and has good character design and compelling dynamics and a good plot and its not the one about the freaking hotel.

[gibbearish]

btw similar to the whole "if you try adderall at a party and it calms you down, get an adhd test" thing, if at some point in your life you try microdosing shrooms with a friend and end up feeling like a functional person for the first time in your life, get tested for depression. like yeah hallucinogens come with elation so youre probably gonna have some "this is the best ive ever felt in my life" vibes regardless, but like. if that in and of itself feels like finally breathing in for the first time in years, thats for sure a sign that something is up with your ability to process serotonin most of the time. feeling better than ever before should be a nice bonus, not a crushing weight off your chest

[mengyanchen]

does she? – fireworks of my heart e03

[lovecorevillain]

this might be random but do you have any headcanons of the Daltons/lucky luke cause now they are my hyperfixation and yes I've joined a pretty much dead fandom but I was to hear your thoughts.

(only if u want to ofc)

hiiii anon its been. so insanely long since ive thought abt lucky luke and the daltons rotated them in my small brain but i love looove them as a characters so very dearly to this day and id be more than happy to give u. some of my carefully thought out (brainrot induced) thoughts :]

- JOE ADHD KING. no but seriously this fucking guy is so nd and mentally ill in so many ways. hes collecting them like cool rocks (<- im nd and mentally ill (obviously) and have always related to him)

- i know the entire thing abt the daltons is how theyre only distinguished from each other when it comes to height but i love playing around w the idea that they have like. subtle differences in their appearance that you wont notice unless you squint and use a telescope. like william having heterochromia, jack having freckles and joe having beauty marks and whatnot (cant think of anything for averell when it comes to this trope sorry </3)

- aroacespec gay lucky luke is so real and true and my alltime fave sexuality hc. also a little transgenderism for him as a treat. sometimes

- adding to the former: luke telling ppl he got his diy top surgery scars from a brutal shootout

- i dont like the modern daltons cartoon (it kinda sucks) but i really really like how they characterized william in it (bookworm and man of many talents iirc) and i really like the idea of him potentially being a graduate/of higher education but sticking with his brothers out of loyalty/peer pressure (<- potential for him to be the black sheep of his family and give him more character than in the comics and the old cartoons)

- luke and joe's archnemesis relationship oh my GOD [head in hands] ive always loved the multiple layers of their dynamic and the "cool hero who loves toying with the bad guy" vs "batshit crazy unhinged small guy villain" thing they always got going on. lukejoe is so good whether its platonically or romantically or anything in between i still care them so much. funny guys who hate each other fight each other are friends are besties are outlaws kiss kill each other have repressed homosexual feelings have never had friends before killed people with no remorse and have issues. i like that in men

- t4t lukejoe is. so good. perfection

- while im a professional les daltons #hater i love that one guy who showed up for like one episode and was never brought up again except in the bg of some episodes. unlucky luke (small dark haired manloser) if youre out there...

- el gee bee tee hc lightning round:

cis bi (sometimes transmasc) joe [wtf is a pronoun i will kill you], transhet jack [he/him], nonbiney [he/him] william, unlabeled averell [he/she + any] and ofc aroace gay trans luke [he/they]. idc abt other characters enough to form opinions on them

- ill most definitely add to this later if and when i start binging the entirety of ll again but for now. thats all. come get your food lucky luke enjoyers <3 shoutout to the three of you who still enjoy this media despite its many many MANY flaws

[classyrbf]

thinking about fucking professor!nanami who you met at a bar, celebrating your last day of summer before college classes begin again. With his blonde hair, chiseled cheekbones and those muscles popping out from his dress shirt may have made you a little nervous, but with a few shots of liquor in your system you gained liquid courage. His perfect smile and smooth voice only drew you in more, and god how his thighs looked in those khakis made your imagination run wild. The conversation ran smooth, he told you he was a professor, which led you to realize he was older than you may have believed, but that didn’t stop you. Honestly, it seemed exciting being with an older man considering you’ve been told many times that they’re great in bed.

So with a few drinks in your system and hours of flirting back and forth, you both end up in his car, in the back of some random building. Your dress is hiked up, and his hands are gripping your ass, guiding your hips up and down his cock. The aroma of sex and sweat lingers in the air, your bodies pressed close together as he thrusts up into you. The tip of his cock grazes against your cervix, your eyes rolling back. “You’re so fucking deep! Yes!” You cry out. And Nanami doesn’t plan on stopping, the intoxicating of your pussy gripping down on his does something to his brain. Having a pretty little thing like you on top of him makes his dick throb harder than ever before, especially with how eager you are.

His hand swats down your ass, grabbing at the flesh to soothe the sting. His breath fans against your ear, panting heavily as he succumbs to your warmth, basking in the pleasure and thrill of this moment. “You like it right here? Huh?” He angles his hips just slightly, flushed against yours as he presses against your sweet spot. You let out a pornographic moan, gripping onto him tightly. “That’s the spot, baby? Right fucking there, hm?” He toys with you, thrusting up into you again. Your body shudders in his hold. “Ohhh, yes, baby. Take it. Fucking take it.” He starts loving at an animalistic pace, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” With each brutal thrust, your skin heats up, heart rapidly pounding in your chest. Your brows furrow in pleasure, turning your head to catch his lips, feverishly kissing him. His tongue slips against yours, both of you moaning, panting, high off pleasure. “Ohhh…shit…I’m gonna—gonna c-cum!” You moan, biting down on your bottom lip.

“Atta girl, cum on my dick. Let me feel all of you,” he whispers against your ear, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you. “I got you, sweetheart.” His presses a messy kiss to your lips, each growing second your orgasm builds, and you already know how intense it’ll be. Your mind goes completely blank, incoherent mumbles and whimpers are all that are heard from you. Without warning, your entire body shakes, your orgasm raining down on you like a storm. “There she is,” he chuckles. “Good fucking girl.” He spanks your ass a few times, taking enjoyment out of watching you cum on his dick, still fucking him back as best as you could.

And the next morning, your up early in the morning, walking to your new class like nothing happened the night before. Thankfully it was your last year of college before you were officially done. It felt like a lifetime before that would happen though. You sat down in the lecture room, noticing a few faces from campus and previous classes through the years. It wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. All you were hoping is that the introduction was quick and smooth so you could go back to bed.

The side door to the room opened, the professor clearing his throat and setting down his things on the empty desk. “Good morning class, welcome to bio chemistry. I’m sure it’s nothing new for you. My name is Professor Nanami—”

You look up from your laptop, eyes wide in shock to see that your professor is in fact the man who just fucked you in his car last night. Why didn’t he say he was working at this college? Why didn’t you ask more question? You were so stupid. “Oh my god, oh my god,” you quietly whisper to yourself, hoping he didn’t notice you in the sea of students. “Are you fucking serious?!” You sink down in your seat just enough for the laptop to hide your face.

If only this class wasn’t a requirement for your major…

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[dilf-docs]

Call It What You Want

husband!pedro pascal x younger!reader

summary: you and pedro are married, but you've kept it a secret up to the point you sometimes forget there's supposed to be a golden band on your finger. but then you both get cast in your first movie together. the chemistry is off the charts, and it starts to catch upon you: will the lines between shipping and reality finally blur?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (ñom), smut, dry humping, oral (m. receiving) while pedro wears the skirt™️ (welcome to another episode of the writer's barely disguised fetish), p. in v., teeny bit of angst because i malfunction if i don't bring sad vibes to the function, the worst ever attempt of comedy witnessed by human kind, they're so down bad it hurts, jealous!reader, possesive!pedro, reader speaks spanish and may or may not have direct/indirect latino blood somewhere, use of spanglish but no translations ☹️ (boo go do your homework, citizens. that's what u get for making my dieter bravo fic flop BYE), i transcripted two real interviews for this so keep those likes, reblogs and comments up in the air where i can see 'em 🪓🪓

word count: 11,706 words

side note: hello! this is me, sliding my cv to become president of the pedro pascal fics. i'm kidding, just on duty to fulfill another request 🫡 believe it or not, i envisioned something like this but for myself IJBOL we have to keep the delusional levels UP!! i hope this meets ur expectations, it was fun to write :)

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"Please welcome, the internet's newest darling, Y/n L/n!"

You walk into the set, cameras flashing bright and the band playing on the back. You hug Jimmy Fallon, and when he notices your body trembling he tells you everything will be alright. So did your manager before you stepped inside, but you can't help the nerves. You've never been this big before, and now it's all coming down together without letting you breath.

You take your seat and so does Jimmy.

"Hello, Y/n. This is your first time here, right?"

"Am I being too obvious?" you snort. The crowd laughs with you.

"Don't worry. It happens, especially when you're so young"

"Oh, please" you blush. "I can promise you there are kid actors who could handle this better than I am right now"

"Kid stars?" he lets out one of his famous cackles. "No need to be humble. You are great! Let's just talk about the year you've had: big breakout roles, ascend to fame, you're rocking it!" the crowd cheers, and you again turn into a flustered mess.

"Yeah, I suppose. It's hard to dimension when you've started as an extra for popular shows, to now being, you know, the main face of projects. But I could get used to it" you smile, "it's been a dream. I still can't believe it sometimes, look- I'm shaking"

The camera pans closer to the hand you're showing to Jimmy.

"Oh my God, even big stars like you get nervous"

"Big star? I wish I could feel like a constellation. I'm feeling more like a red dwarf star, baby"

The whole place bubbles in laughter. You feel better, your manager even giving you a thumbs up from behind the cameras.

"So, Y/n" Jimmy says once the laughter dies. "You just got casted in the upcoming Gladiator II movie, directed by Ridley Scott. How does it feel to be on your first big movie, alongside names like Paul Mescal, Denzel Washington and Pedro Pascal?"

You try to steady your heartbeat. "First of all, I have to say, it's such an honor to work with Scott. I grew up watching his movies. Like, Thelma and Louis is definitely my go-to movie. So, like, getting paired with such a talented cast is as awesome as terrifying" you answer with a laugh.

"Talking about that, you see" he leans closer, like he'll tell a secret. "I've heard things about you and a certain future co-star of yours"

You shift your position on the couch, your ring(less) finger itching. You have to avoid breathing in relief when Jimmy pulls out a picture.

"Oh. My. God"

He stiffles a laugh. No way. Has the room's temperature suddenly gotten hotter? Why is your face burning?

"Will you tell us the story behind this?" he asks, the camera focusing on the picture in question. The audience laughs, and you pray to God this is a nightmare, because it's too much embarrasment for a human to bear.

"Okay" you clear your throat, coughing awkwardly. "For my 25th birthday, I uploaded a bunch of pictures on Instagram, including ones where I was a teenager" you begin to giggle, "So. Um, there was this one, you see, that's, me, in my childhood home's bedroom, and my fans were quick to notice the poster above my bed"

"You mean, this one?" and Jimmy points it out. You cover your face with your palms. "It's a... Narcos poster" the audience laughs as you get redder. "A Pedro Pascal's Narcos poster"

"I know" you groan. "Picture this: me 18, and while my friends had posters of their favorite bands and artists, I was so different because I had a whole ass poster of a crime drama show about the world's most famous drug dealer on my bedroom" you recall with a laugh. "It was hard to explain to my mom. I believe she thought I wanted to sign for the DEA or something. When I told her I was going to be an actress, she was so relieved! She said: Oh, well. You'll die, but of hunger! Not a bullet in your head, at least"

"Oh. I'm so sorry. You proved her wrong though!"

"I did! Don't worry, Jimmy. She's my biggest fan now" you look at a specific camera before saying, "Te amo mami!"

"I see you speak spanish. I sometimes forget" he comments. "You've got one thing in common with Pedro, it seems. Think that'll make working with him less awkward?"

"I just hope he forgives me or I'm capable of moving out of the country and changing names" you giggle. "Pedro, lo siento!"

"Well, that's Y/n L/n, everyone! Pedro Pascal's number one fan" you burst out laughing in shame. "More on her lastest movie after the break"

mandoshoney: tell me i'm not the only one who started shipping pedro pascal and y/n l/n PLEASE can't wait to get content of them interacting ㅤㅤann-gell: mandoshoney y/n's pedro pascal's controversially young gf era starts now! i wonder how the press tour for #gladiatorII will go 🤔 unhing3dprincess: i bet my grandma they are dating ㅤㅤstarlightt180: unhing3dprincess ptwt can never tweet like normal ppl…wdym you're betting your grandma?!!!?

You were never a fan of secrets.

But then Pedro waltzed into your life with his charming smile and iconic mustache, and before you knew it, you had married him off in some church in California one random sunday morning ("I love you so much, can't wait to marry you, cariño" "If you can't wait any longer, why not now?")

Flash forward, four years later, and you'd think such event would be plastered all over the internet. But there is a reason why only you, family, a selected number of friends and your agents knew: you kept it a secret.

To the world, he was Chile's most elegible bachelor and you were a young rising star. The public loved both of you for the same reasons: charming persona and acting skills. Yet inside the privacy of your home, he was Pedro and you were y/n, wife and husband; he was yours as you were his.

And of course, no marriage is perfect, and your first real challenge is rather funny: you both get casted in your first movie together.

It shouldn't be hard, but it is. Being inside the Gladiator II set during seven months, so far away yet so close at the same time, was torture. You were Rome's empress and he's Marcus Acacius, yet behind the scenes, the actual married couple were you both.

It was hard to pretend you didn't know what he looked like without clothes when he wore his bathing suit, or that you didn't know his favorite food when Paul asked, or acting like you weren't interested in dating when a local in Malta during your trip at the beach asked you out (he didn't know who you were. You were flattered when he called you pretty in such a hot European accent, but then Pedro appeared from seemingly "nowhere" and you remembered what your real favorite accent was. He immediately called you bonita after that)

It was so hard to keep hands to yourself when he walked by you, covered in fake blood. To not think about licking it all over and under his armour. So was to pretend the thought of dry humping him with his Roman skirt on wasn't tempting. Or that the urge to kiss him got harder and harder to fight each passing day, even getting to a point where you would envy Connie for being able to kiss your husband in the open more, a privilege you didn't have.

You were loosing your mental health here. But Pedro was no better.

It was so hard to see you, the Moroccan sun shining over your features like you were an angel. Otherworldly. That he'd see red when you'd finish filming a scene with Joseph, forcing himself to interrupt the small chat you'd engage in after. He too couldn't keep pretending he didn't want to tear off those silk dresses out of your body, and kiss you out in the open like Joseph did.

He almost failed once, cornering you in the hallway of the hotel you were staying. His hot breath lingered on your neck. I miss you, he had said. You felt his hard brush the inner of your thigh. We can't, you whispered in a dragged out voice.

It was hard.

So you gave him your used panties, and you swear you could hear him jacking off in the bathroom of his room, next to yours. He'd screamed your name, and your hand had found it's way to your dripping cunt, doing what he was supposed to do; touching you the way he did. And you came, drowned out moans against your pillow. But it wasn't like when he did it.

But God has heard your prayers.

For the first time in weeks, you're lucky. You find Pedro sitting alone in the cafeteria, his phone in hand. He's still wearing his armour and skirt, not bothering to change for the break. You aren't God's strongest soldier, but you're trying not to go down on him so badly right here and now.

"Hey" he raises his head when he hears your voice, smile adoringly. It only grows wider when he notices you alone. "Thought you'd never get rid of Paul. He's like, stitched to you"

"Same can be said about you and Joseph" you sit across him, and despite most of his tone being playful, there are still hints of jealousy behind. It arouses you deeply, and with this hot summer day above you, your skin isn't the only thing that's getting sticky.

"In case you haven't read the script, I'm his wife" you wink. "Sorry this is how you find out"

He laughs loudly, and God, how have you missed that laugh. Sure, it's been there when you've been out with the cast together, but it doesn't tingle your chest as when you're the cause of it; it feels like it's for you only, and that's what makes it special.

"I miss you so much" he whispers, his hand sliding across the table, finding yours. His thumb carresses your soft palm, and you melt under Pedro's tender touch.

"I do too" you sigh, but it's instantly replaced by what could only be described as a smug face. You lean closer, whispering on his ear, the warm meeting cold. He shivers. "Wanna know something?"

"I'm all ears"

"I just came back from walking. Guess what?No one is 'round here" you lean back against your chair, shit-eating grin on your face as all his body tenses up. "Made sure of it. The trailer zone is empty too"

Pedro gulps, his adam's apple bobbing as his eyes look at you.

"Y/n" calling your name as a warning.

"What? Can't a girl find ways to have her husband all for herself?" you snort. "Please say yes" you let go of his hand, but the free fingers now travel across his broad chest, taunting him. "C'mon, we both deserve a break"

He can't say deny you anything, can he? You know it, he knows it.

Before you register, his big hand engulfs yours as you run across the set. You giggle at his rushed steps, even more when you stand before his trailer and he's fumbling his slippery hands with the doorknob, sloppy movements erratic.

"But you told me to stop" you tease, and he doesn't even let you add more because he's pushing you inside, forcing you with rough calloused hands to a chair and then you to sit over his lap.

"Fuck, babygirl. I've spoiled you way too much" he groans against your lips. "Lo sabes, ¿verdad? Just can't say no to you"

Your eyes darken dangerously, the hunger on them mirroring his own.

"How could you ever say no to this?"

You press your chest against his broad one as your lip bites into his lower one, teasing. Pedro feels his underwear getting tighter when your tongue finds its way inside his mouth, even getting a glimpse of the taste of the strawberries you had earlier before.

He deepens the kiss, and when you pull away to catch your breath, he doesn't waste his lonely mouth and busies himself with the task of kissing your sun-kissed neck, licking and pressing his lips under your jaw. Pedro goes even lower, down until he's reached your collarbone, making you groan a bit under his wet sloppy needy mouth. He's enjoying how putty you are under his intense kissing, fingers in his curls, that have begun to damp under the ablaze of the small space and pleasure that fills the air.

"Kiss me again in my lips" you whine after a while of him teasing you with kisses that get only rougher. "Pretty please, papi"

You cup his face in your hands, and Pedro's back to kissing you in the mouth, tasting all of your insides as he hasn't had in what feels like a lifetime.

"Of course, baby. Missed this pretty mouth" he mumbles in between hot kisses, his now growing boner pressing into you.

"Baby" you giggle. The skirt he's got on may hide it, but your fingers refused to wait, pulling it up. His bulge presses against the shorts he's got under the skirt, and you can feel your pussy and mouth drool. "We have to do something about this big boy" your hands pull down the short, leaving just his underwear on. He's about to remove the skirt, but your demanding hands stops him. "This stays"

His brown concerned eyes make you laugh, but you don't give him time to think about it, rather grinding against his erection. Pedro's breath hitches when he feels your daring movements, bucking his hips against yours.

The friction is addicting, and he captures your lips once again to make you feel what he can't with words: how fucking good this feels.

You keep moving over his aching dick. Your husband throws his head back, groaning in pleasure at the way your hips move against him, knowingly. His hands find their way to your ass under the flowy almost translucent skirt you chose to change in, gripping the rosy skin tightly, hands almost covering all of it.

"You wore this for me, right, cariño? Knew I couldn't say no" he groans, firm hands on your cheeks, the grinding meeting his hips now harsher. "Less with you walking around with this slutty skirt of yours"

You make little sounds he's obssesed with, dripping out of your filthy mouth.

"Fuck" Pedro groans after a while, "I need to have you, mami. Missed you so much" eager fingers make it to your top. He growls, deep within him―guttural, ready to pull it off as he mumbles naughty wife when he realizes you got no bra on, chastising you for a "rushed" plan that seemed planned all along, when a sound cuts through the air.

You both stop.

The sound gets clearer.

It's a knock. A knock at his door.

A knock in Pedro's trailer.

And you are inside. Both.

While you're grinding him.

With his skirt on.

(It's time to build a bomb and kill yourselves off and whoever is stading behind that door)

"Pedro!" a familiar accent calls. Peudrou. It's Paul. "Hey, man. Just wondering if you are here"

He's debating on speaking up when he sees your red face and rising-falling chest before him.

"Answer" you whisper breathlessly. He tries not to groan when he fills you slip out of the spot in his middle while also trying not to think about murdering Paul as soon as he gets out.

Aside from the order, you're unexpectedly quiet, and Pedro quirks an eyebrow at you. He knows you better―you're his wife after all, and if there's something he's aware of, is your inability to loose.

"I'm here" tone clipped and annoyed. But no footsteps backtracking are heard: the Irish man is still there.

You bite your lip, watching the skirt with his legs spread, a sight too tempting. Also, he was still hard, as hard as the task to not go and keep doing your job.

Oh, fuck this shit.

Your devilish hand equals the grin in your face, fingers making their way toward his unattended bulge.

"What are you doing here?" Paul asks, but Pedro's attention has completely deviated, now focused on how they land right over his clothed dick, skirt pulled up by your other hand. "I thought you were at the cafeteria"

"Yeah?" but it comes out strained, yet the younger man doesn't notice or comment.

His hips raise when your fingers press his member, massaging it.

"Yeah" he uses a tone that equals a duh. "You texted me yourself"

Pedro rolls his eyes, wishing desperately he would go away, annoying him just as much as a fly hovering above fresh food. Talking about food, fuck, weren't you hungry? He tried to warn you, holding your wrist, but all resolve was lost the moment you looked in his eyes: he immediately pulled down his briefs, dick sprouting hard.

"Well, changed my mind" his tone falters in between words, member now free from the confines of his tight underwear.

"Are you tired, man? You sound tired" Paul comments on his tone. "Came to rest?"

You spit on your hand, and he gulps.

"Somethin' like that"

You start to jerk him off, leaving little wet kisses and licks just above his dick. Pedro's eyes are hypnotized, glued to every lick of yours across his girth, the spit making your movements smoother. Sexier. Fuck.

"Well, sorry to break it to you but rest time is over. They want us back on set now"

Your tight needy lips are wrapped around his his length and it's so hard to keep the talk normal when he justs wants to yell at Paul to fuck off. Your hand is there too; you are as of help as much as you aren't.

"I'll be there, Paul, just―Fuck!"

But his attempt to cover a moan doesn't go unnoticed.

"Are you alright in there?" he tries to enter, but Pedro locked the door. He's yelling he's fine, but Mescal doesn't sound convinced. "I can't go inside; it's locked. Are you sure you are okay, mate?"

"Didn't want you to take a picture of me drooling on my sleep" he manages to get out in a monotone voice. A real win if you take into account you've gotten to a point where you squeeze under his cock, massaging his balls.

"Smart move!" he chuckles from outside. "I guess I'll see you there"

Pedro covers a moan with his palm as he's throwing his head back in pleasure. He can feel his orgams looming over, minstrations growing sloppier around his pulsating cock, the need to fill your greedy evil mouth with his seed making him sick. He's a simple man: he just wants his pretty wife to fuck his cock silly and come in her mouth in peace. Is that so hard to get this days?

Paul seems to be finally gone as Pedro can't keep containing his grunts anymore, steps moving: until said steps sound closer again.

"Oh, I almost forgot, have you seen Y/n? I can't find her anywhere" it's coming. His orgasm is coming in the absolute worst moment. He can feel you gagging at his hard rock cock, hitting the back of your throat now. Still, your hands don't loose their grip on his cock and skirt, determination filling that sexy little body of yours. It was rather admirable the effort you were putting in this. "Think she went to the beach? She said she loved it. God, that little rebel. Anyway, if you see her, tell her-"

He leans his head back once again, seeing stars. No one knows him like his wife, truly.

The sight of you drooling from your chin, the wet sounds of him fucking himself onto your mouth as your spit-coated fingers pump his girth, you gulping down the precum from his tip, his fingers holding your face roughly by the cheeks...

"Yes, Paul, yes!" Pedro barks, barely hiding the moan that erupts from his ribcage, thick shots of his hot cum hitting your tongue and deep of the throath. "Fuck off and let me get ready"

"Jesus, mate, chill. I'm sorry. See you there"

And Paul Mescal's hovering fly ass is finally gone.

"Poor Paul" you say as soon as you pull off his length, voice raspy as you huff for air. Pedro lovingly cleans rests of your saliva and his cum from your chin as he chuckles at how much audacity, courage and horniness could fit in such a small young body. "You've ruined the friendship"

"You think?" he licks off some as you sit on his lap again, tongue directly on your face. You feel aroused again, but time's up. "It's your fault. That and this"

He points down.

"Just as you used that pretty head of yours to think of the trouble you just made, think of an excuse for Mr. Ridley about the skirt"

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"You know what I think would be fun?" Pedro comments while you wait for the interview's set to be prepared.

Tour press has finally begun. That meant you could go home for a while after the filming wrapped, just to be back for the promotion of the film. You were excited of course, the experience new and thrilling. After much needed battery recharging and husband/wife time, you were ready to take over the world.

But then Paul got sick.

Today's interview was scheduled to be him and Pedro, but since he was unavailable, they paired him with you, since you both spoke Spanish (which felt slightly racist in your opinion), and because Fred and Joseph were already paired up for the other.

You leave your coffee, knowing he's about to say something stupid or endearing, perhaps both, brown liquid probably spilling out of your mouth. Or worst, nostrils.

"Tell me"

"What if we left little hints that we're together?" his smile is one of mischief. "Like you could wear my cap, or I could wear a chain with your initial around my neck, like Ryan Gosling did at the Barbie premiere"

"Or as Taylor Swift sang" you counter. "But Pedro, dear, you're underestimating our fans. You don't think they'll match it sooner than we think?"

"Maybe" he agrees. That's just what I want. "What's funny is we're about to do a type of interview where we could blow our cover"

"Maybe" you repeat, "or maybe you don't know all about me as much as you think, Mr. Pascal"

He fake gasps, feigning hurt. "Is this a dare, Mrs. Pascal?"

"No" you try to be mature for once, cutting the banter as much as you'd like to go on and kiss him right there. "Also, remember to answer incorrectly sometimes, you know..."

"There's no way I'm letting you win though"

"Pedro, no seas necio!"

The producers arrive just in time to let you know it's ready.

"After M'lady" he's back to being charming as he is, not as husband charming but just Pedro Pascal charming. The nerve of this guy to do it in front of the LADbible crew.

"Whatever" you grumble, the nerves getting the best of you as you realize this interview may or may not give away more than you've been allowed before.

"Hello, I am Y/n L/n" you present yourself. Wow, the camera is really close. This isn't going to end well.

"And I'm Pedro Pascal"

Hearing his voice soothes you. It's okay, y/n, you got this. "And this is Do You Really Know Me- No wait, it's do you even know me. Okay, let's start again: Hello, I'm Y/n and this is-"

"I don't even know anymore" Pedro jokes, making you laugh. "Do you even know me?" he asks while looking forward, now making the crew laugh.

"This is Pedro Pascal, that'll do" you sigh.

"This is gonna be sad, she's not going to know any of these" he says, but in reality, he's mocking you, the mischief in his eyes glowing as he only looks at you tauntingly.

"Same can be said about you" you tease, "we're like a million years away"

"That's not true!" he gasps, "I watch your every move" punctuating each word. God, you try not to make a face. "I have Google alerts on you"

If he was gonna play, so were you.

"Glad to know I have you alerted" with the sweetest voice ever, seeing how his friendly façade falters for a bit at the tone you've used. You laugh, and Pedro takes the chance to laugh it off too.

After the introduction, they ask one of you to keep score, and you offer yourself because, well, you don't trust Pedro.

"I'll go first" you say. "Which was my first ever role in the industry? As an extra during an episode of Stranger Things, as a voice actor in A dog's purpose" you can't help but laugh, "or as a back-up dancer in Hustlers?"

"In Hustlers?" Pedro inquires in disbelief. "You're telling me you were in Hustlers?! I didn't even know you could dance!"

Lies. You and Pedro sometimes put some bachata and dance in the kitchen. God bless Juan Luis Guerra.

"Jennifer Lopez and I are practically besties" you answer nonchalant.

You know the answer. He does too. But he chooses the last one for comedic purposes.

"I'll go with Hustlers. Now that I'm looking at you, you do have a... dancer face"

"It's okay, you can say the forbidden word. I'll take it as a compliment" you laugh, "you're wrong, though. The answer is Stranger Things"

"No way!" and it sounds as if he genuinely didn't know. Good lying son of a bitch; Jim Carrey on Liar, Liar would've been proud.

"Yes. If you look in the background of season two, on this one episode where Nancy and Steve appear to have broken up during a halloween party, you can see me drinking from a cup on a corner"

"That's so crazy"

"Yeah, I was twenty already, yet playing a highschooler" you giggle. "Wow, time flies by. Anyway, we're both at zero. Your turn"

"What film did my dad not let me see at the cinema when I was, uh, ten years old?" Pedro reads from his card. "Rambo: first blood, The Breakfast Club, Day of The Dead"

"I'm going to base this in the year you were born. Okay, so 1975. Let's see" one of the things Pedro loves about you is that you're like a film encyclopedia, but right now, that'll cost him a point. "They all came out the same year, and they were also R rated. Hmmh, I'll choose The Breakfast Club"

Your analysis was just mindless bragging really. You knew the answer the moment he started reading the question, because the anecdote came during a time he heard you listening to the movie's soundtrack ("Did you know that my dad...")

"You complain about Paul all the time, but you're just the same" he comments. "She's a real competitor, people!"

You flush in embarrasment. "Okay, that's one for me. Next question" you read the card in your hands. "What pet do I own? An orange cat named Louis after my favorite singer, a fish, or a Shih Tzu named after my brother"

The orange cat lives with you both. You're curious as to how he'll answer.

"You aren't naming a Shih Tzu frickin' Fernando" he laughs, so loud, it ends up catching up to you and the crew. "I'll go with the cat"

"That's correct" you lament. "How would you know?"

As if the damn cat doesn't love him more than he loves you.

"I follow you on Instagram" he defends himself. Clever. "We are, um, what do you call it-"

"Oomfs"

"I'm not gonna try to pronounce your made up language. Okay, my turn. Which of these characters I've played in Saturday Night Live? Naughty daddy, protective mom, or weird uncle who has a creepy sneeze" he reads out loud in a confused tone.

This is easy. It was all over your timeline.

"Protective mom" you answer on a beat.

"This isn't fair, that was really popular!" he complains.

"It's still two for me and one for you" you mock. "Now, what is the nickname the internet has given me? I won't give you clues because it's an easy one"

"Easy? You said we were million of years apart and now I'm supposed to know?"

"Well, you seem to manage Instagram so I think you'll be just fine" you tease, and Pedro just wants to rip that smirk off of you. So he caves in first.

"It's people's princess"

"What?!" your eyes grow comically large, shimmering with betrayal as you shout with an incredulous tone. "I can't believe you know" more like can't believe you said it.

"You're royalty! How am I supposed to not know that, internet darling? Besides, told you: I keep my eye on you" and he winks.

This motherfucker. Oh, he's totally sleeping on the couch tonight.

"Talk about internet darlings" your snarky tone comes out, and Pedro knows he's pissed his competitive wife off. "I guess we have a tie. Your turn"

"What are the initials of my full name?" his brows furrow. "I forget. JBPP, JPBP, JBPP"

"José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you recite. "B, of course"

"But that's too easy, everyone with Google knows it!" but then he's leaning into your ear, whispering in a very low voice to make sure only you hear. "I'll let it pass, though. Love hearing you pronounce my name, mami"

Your face grows obscenely red. "I'm back ahead. Let's see if you can keep up. Okay, here it goes" you read the card, "what is the director I've stated I want to work with? Greta Gerwig, Pedro Almodóvar, or Quentin Tarantino"

"Pedro Almodóvar, no? You said you were jealous I had already worked with him" he playfully nudges you. Too much contact, face hot again. Maybe in group interviews you'll do better, because right now, you're doing a rather poor job at controlling yourself, even as an actor; you can already picture your agent pulling her hair behind the cameras.

"It's Greta Gerwig, actually"

"What?! No way, you told me this!" he grumbles. "This game is rigged"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm still jealous. I just think working with Greta Gerwig is peak womanhood, and I gotta live that. So, Greta, if for some reason this silly video gets to you, call me. I promise I'm not that childish"

"She is" Pedro slips in, "don't call her. So unprofessional" in a mocking exaggerated tone.

"Whatever, you sore looser. Me three, you two. Next!"

"Fine. Which of these songs would I have played at my funeral? My Heart Will Go On, Purple Rain, Nothing Compares To You"

He looks at you, silently pleading you to not answer correctly. Your competitive side screams in agony.

"I have no idea. Why do I feel you've already said it somewhere, though? I'll go with Nothing Compares To You, because the first its too corny for you and the second too epic"

He scoffs, amused at the fact that you did obey, but at what cost? Pedro's well aware his princess can get as competitive, if not worse, than Paul.

"You're saying I'm not epic enough for Purple Rain? Too bad, because that's the answer" you grunt, crossing your arms. "That's right, I am cool enough to have it played. I guess we're tied again!"

"No, you don't loose a point. It's still three to two. This just gives you the opportunity to tie"

"W-wait a minute"

"Settle down" you pat his thigh, "you can still try, handsome"

He gulps when your hand meets his skin, despite the layer of clothes. It's still something that gets him on edge, no matter the years you've known each other. And handsome? You came here for blood.

"Okay, here's your chance: what image of me became trending topic on twitter? An image of me eating a typical dish from my country, an image of me watching Deadpool and Wolverine with glasses while Hugh Jackman's shirtless scene reflects on them or C, me meeting Taylor Swift at the backstage of the Eras Tour"

"The typical dish is tempting" he muses out loud, "but I'll go with the Taylor Swift one because that sounds like something that'd trend"

"You're right" you throw your card. "I'm not complaining though. Best day of my life"

"Does this mean I'm winning?" he beams excitedly. "Oh, in your face Paul! I will finally win something!"

"Slow down, cowboy. There's still some left"

He purses his lips. "Let me have this one thing, would you? Guess not. Here it comes" he starts to read his card, "At school I competed in state competitions, in which sport? Soccer, lacrosse, swimming"

"Swimming" you answer hastily, trying not to think on Pedro wearing tight little swimsuits, as you've only seen him wearing swim trunks.

"Okay, that's dissapointing. Please continue"

"I participated in which play while I was in highschool? Hamlet, The Iliad or Much Ado About Nothing"

You doubt he remembers. The only time it ever came up, was when you visited your parent's house and a photography of you during said play was showed to him by your dad.

"The Iliad, right?" you laugh. The answer is wrong: It's Hamlet. "What? I swear it was that one! It's just you have very..." beautiful is at the tip of his tongue but he refrains himself, "...very greek features"

You can't help but laugh.

"Why of course! This is a face people go to war for"

"I agree" your heart skips a beat, "but I don't think I'll make it that far, if we talk about a war"

"You big fat liar!" you slap his arm playfully. "You've played all sort of characters, from soldiers of all nationalities and places, and like, superheroes, f*****g Joel Miller, even a DEA agent. You at least learned something!"

"Wow, slow down, this isn't a filmography recount" he jokes. Liar, you mouth to the cameras. "Okay, last one: I became a viral sensation for eating what type of sandwhich in LADbible's snack wars: BLT, PB&J, grilled cheese"

You remember the video fondly. Even your brother had sent it to you, along a text that said: Isn´t this your husband?

"PB&J, I win!" you cheer, instantly getting off the chair to do a celebratory dance. Pedro doesn't say anything, just throwing the cards away while the fondness of his eyes betrays him.

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"Hello, I'm Paul Mescal. I'm here with my friends from the cast of Gladiator II" Connie and you both raise your palms to greet the camera, laughing when you realize you'd done it at the same time, "and we are going to play a game about how well we know each other for Vanity Fair" the irish man introduces the interview you're filming today.

"Did they prompt you?" Pedro speaks up, "or did you just make that up on the fly?"

You laugh a bit too loud, hoping they cut it off in the editing process.

Paul goes first, taking up a card with the first question written on it.

"Okay. Question: What's my least favorite day of the week?"

"Tuesday" answers Joseph once Paul is done reading. "Oh, you're writing it down?"

"Yeah" he answers.

"You just wrote Tuesday" Connie points out, Paul's card on his legs. You laugh along the rest.

"Yeah" he repeats laughing. "I actually, when you said Tuesday" Yeah, he said Tuesday Pedro adds on the background of laughter. "I was like...I'm gonna give everybody a point for that"

"I think I deserve a point for being observant" Connie complains.

Everyone gets a point and Paul moves towards the next question.

"What was the name of my character in Normal People?"

"Connell" both you and Joseph answer, looking at each other before squinting your eyes playfully.

"Callum" Pedro answers out loud at the same time, and you laugh. He clearly had slept when you played it for a re-watch last summer.

"No, you're out" Paul pokes Pedro next to him.

"Connel" Joseph repeats, and Fred agrees to the same answer.

Paul then asks Connie what's hers after he confirms you three.

"Connor?" she asks, confused.

"Incorrect. Three points" while pointing you three.

"You got wrong" he tells Pedro, "Callum's a different character"

"See? You just don't pay attention when you watch things" you blurt out, stopping yourself before adding the with me. It would be harder to come back from that, but so is this as everyone looks at you, even your husband, subtle panic in his eyes. Where the cameras this close? How long had you been silent?

"It's just, quick funny story" you improvise. "Pedro didn't know much about Paul's career, and as I am a fan, I took the time to show him and recommend him your stuff" Paul smiles. "Clearly, my fanatism didn't rub on Pedro but a girl can try"

He laughs, before saying "So the answer is Connell" and you try so hard to remain normal like the energy hasn't shifted.

"He only plays characters with the letter C in the name" Pedro jokes, chewing on a toothstick he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. More laughs follow, and you are so grateful for how he's handling your little metida de patada.

"What's number one on my bucket list?" he asks next, "and don't look at my answer"

The marker is the only sound to be heard, and then Pedro jokingly tries to take a peek.

"No peeking" Connie berates as Pedro laughs.

"You're not gonna be able to see that" Paul replies in an anyways tone.

You repeat the same joke, before Fred blocks you. "Not you too!"

Paul finishes after a while, Connie commenting it was long. Joseph raises his hand.

"Yes, Joseph"

"Is it to see the Great Wall of China?" he asks.

"No, but it's in that-"

"It's close, isn't it?" you interrupt.

"...family of thought" he finishes.

"It's to go and see something" Pedro points out.

"Okay. Rajasthan" tries Connie. "Go to Rajasthan, for a tour"

"Travel to South America" Paul interrupts with the correct answer, "I've never been to South America"

"I'm from South America" Pedro comments, never missing a chance to shout out his dear Chile.

Paul jokes about him getting three points while the rest of you laugh.

"I was born in South America. 17 points for Pedro"

"I want points too" you jump on the joke. "I know Spanish, so I can take you there and avoid you getting lost, mi querido amigo"

"But who was born there?" Pedro counters, "you get no points"

"I think Joseph is the only person who gets a point there" Paul adds, "because everybody just jumped on the bandwagon"

"He said to visit the Great Wall of China" Pedro protests, "which is nowhere near South America"

"It really is not" Connie agrees.

"Qué gente tan tramposa" you complain. "That's unfair. I remove my offer"

"Think about bucket list, and he came up with travel to bit" he tries to reason Joseph's point.

"And by the way, where in South America?" Pedro questions.

"Don't fight, don't fight" pleads Joseph, the calm one. Fred just sits there, enjoying the chaos.

"I want, any, I want to do a big tour of everywhere" Mescal defends himself.

Pedro doesn't back down. "'Cause it's very different"

Paul starts to get angry too. Jesus, men. Competitive men of it all.

"I know it's very different" making an annoyed face.

"Well, different is nice" you intervene, a hand placing in Pedro's left shoulder. "If you stop giving points for free, I'll come with you to the big everywhere tour"

"Alright" Paul agrees. "When's my birthday?" is the next question.

"February" all of you say.

Joseph struggles with the date first, saying seventh, then fourth. Fred tries with ninth, Pedro with eight, and then Joseph starts counting from one to two. Fred counts from eleven to twelve.

"Second" Mescal reveals. "Point to Joseph"

"Oh my God, you guys are good" Connie mentions.

"That's all my questions" and it's time to move on the next one: which happens to be your dear husband, Pedro.

"Paul is like" he brings up while the toothpick dances on his teeth, "Paul is motivated to catch up on points. He's coming for you" to pick on his competitive side as Mescal looks deep in thought.

"He's coming. He's coming" Joseph repeats as Fred laughs.

"What is my full name?"

"Oh! Pedro-" Paul tries in a blink. "Something, J? Jose? Juan?"

"Pedro Pascal, something, something" says Joseph.

"Nope"

"No?"

"Pedro Maria, Jose Maria Pascal" Paul struggles.

Pedro is about to answer when your voice cuts through the air.

"It's José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you recite.

"It indeed is!" he says, smiling a bit too much. "She gets a point"

"Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" your husband repeats in a more english-friendly pronunciation, looking at the camera while toying with his toothpick.

"I said Jose, I said Jose" Paul protests.

Pedro shakes his head. "You said Jose, but then you put it-"

Connie takes Paul's side. "You did say Jose"

"But then you put it behind Pedro which eliminate- which disqualified you" he replies.

Paul gets angry. That sore looser.

"That's absolute bullshit"

"Don't worry mate, the game has just begun" you joke, making the man more irritated. "Think you can get ahead of me?"

"Joseph is still ahead, y/n" Paul counters, still irritated. "Besides, wouldn't it be cheating? You can speak Spanish!"

"So? Not like speaking a language allows you to know every person's name Paul" you mock. He just snorts, despite still being half angry. Pedro is allowed to continue, trying not to make a face at yours and Paul's banter.

"The question is, who is my favorite actor?" he reads. As the cast members laugh, he uncaps the marker with his mouth, and now you have to try not to make a face, thinking about those teeth sinking into your flesh.

Quinn raises his hand. "It's me"

"That you're my favorite actor?"

"Yeah. You said that to me once" the bald man sounds sure of it.

Paul tries to think in the background. So do you. How can you not know this? he must've brought it up at least once.

"Do you remember?" Joseph insists.

Pedro finally remembers. "I said you were- I said I thought you were special"

"Oh" he sounds rather dissapointed.

"And special can mean a lot of things" he jokes, laughing by himself. Fred laughs with you as Joseph makes a face, your laughter turning even louder when you notice Paul all moody, trying to get this point.

"Who's your favorite actor?" Paul asks, "I think we just have to shoot from the hip here guys"

"Marlon Brando?" Connie guesses.

"Is it Harrison Ford?" Fred guesses.

"Let's go with Harrison Ford just because he's my favorite actor..."

You can't believe you didn't know this. You've re-watched and watched so many Star Wars content together. He gives you a brief look, knowing you're embarrased at your lack of answer.

"As a kid?"

"He's most influent, yeah" Pedro agrees.

"What job did I have before I became a full-time actor?" is next.

"Dancer. You were a great dancer" Paul aswers. Both Fred and Joseph repeat it, adding he was specifically a go-go dancer.

"Oh, he is" you add. "Videos of you dancing are lovely. Ever thought of getting back in the bussiness?"

He laughs, what appears to be a light blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Sure, darling. When you ask me to dance, I'll be there"

Nobody comments on this, too busy waiting for Pedro to say yes or no to the answer they believe to be right. But he isn't saying it is. Now you remember why.

"Come on, come on, come on" Paul begs.

"Can any of you guys remember?" Pedro pleads.

They insist that he danced in Spain, then New York, then settle with Spain again, even Pedro confirming so. But it still isn't the answer written on the card, no matter how much the boys insist.

"Connie?" he tries. She just looks confused.

"The answer in the card is-"

"Waiter" you answer. "You were a waiter"

Now you have three points under your belt.

"Why do you always say the answer at last?!" Paul grumbles. "You are cheating!"

"I'm not" you laugh the accusation off. "You just can't accept I'm better"

"Si que lo eres" Pedro agrees. "Es divertido hacer que se enoje Paul"

"What did you say about me? It's not fair, you're probably sharing the answers!" he's still adamant on insisting with the supposed cheating issue, making you laugh.

Now it's Connie's turn, who starts with: "How many languages do I speak?"

You put a puzzled look.

"You speak seven, eight maybe" Joseph guesses. Pauls says she speaks french, "but most likely seven"

Pedro points his finger at him. "Once he gets going, he's on a roll"

"Joe's got it" Connie agrees.

"Paul, end this reign" Pedro jokes. He looks rather frustrated.

"And the bonus points" Connie offers. "Okay, bonus, what are they?"

"This is an emperor's reign" your husband adds.

Joseph answers: Italian. Danish. English. Swedish. French. Spanish. Norwegian.

Connie agrees she speaks Spanish, making you jump in excitement.

"Oh, I didn't know that!" you beam. "Wait, does that mean you did get what Pedro and I gossiped about you?"

"What?" Joseph asks.

"Nada" you quickly correct yourself. "Yo no dije nada"

"Not that much. I just speak a bit of Spanish. I mostly dominate my own language, German and English"

"You blew our cover!" Pedro nags, hitting your bare leg, yet its devoid of anger.

"He needs a bonus" comments Connie, surprised at Joseph.

"This is horrifying" Pedro says when Joseph gets another point and a fricking bonus on top of that. "This is a slaughter"

"Oh, for which film did I have a gym built in my garage?"

Both Joseph and Paul answer the question correctly, saying Wonder Woman. The latter is quick to state they both get that point.

"That's one for me" Paul says, then looks at you. "And none for you"

You stick out your tongue at him as Connie reads the next card.

"If I were to take this cast on a vacation where would I take you?"

"Ibiza" answers Joseph. Connie agrees in Spanish, with a cute and excited correcto.

Your husband feels the need to crack a joke at Quinn's expense.

"Somebody was paying attention to Connie Nielsen very closely during the shooting of this movie"

"Okay. What is my favorite curse word in Danish?"

"Fuck" Pedro tries.

"No"

"Nobody is going to get that, Connie" Paul bickers.

"Oh, I don't know any Danish" you lament.

"At least now you know how it feels" Mescal drops, making you snort. You playfully kick him on the ribs with your shoe.

"It's very simple" Connie gives as a clue. "It's the same word in every language"

"Shit" Paul tries.

"Satan" she reveals.

Everybody is laughing in confusion at that, saying there's no way you could use that.

"Vos Satan!" Connie curses.

Now it's Fred's turn.

"What is my weirdest on-set habit?"

"I haven't noticed you do anything weird on set" Paul tells.

"I have" Pedro interrupts.

They all get on a small briefing about what could it possibly be, that it was weird, and wasn't part of his character, as you ponder. It was funny before, but now Paul is behind you by a point. So think fast.

"Yeah. I would say being yourself" Pedro jokes, but surprisingly, it works.

"Me! Five points for Pedro" he celebrates as you all laugh. "Love Fred. Oh, Fred"

"Oh, oh, okay" he moves to the next question. "What is my favorite reality TV show?"

Joseph tries with Survivor and Paul with Alone. Truth is, you don't watch any show of said kind, only vagely hearing about Love Island.

"You and I have talked about reality TV" Pedro reveals, "It's just that we never identified one"

They keep guessing shows that sound like a foreign language to you.

"You know what's offensive? That I'm the second youngest of this cast and I have no idea what are you all talking about"

"She's not to be trusted" Pascal quips, "can't trust someone who doesn't appreciate the art of reality TV"

You huff, annoyed.

"Is it A&E stuff?" Pedro asks.

"Yeah, it's the competitive cheapskates" Fred answers. "It's people that really save money on everything"

Pedro gets the point because he mentioned the A&E bit.

"There's like this amazing guy that made a stew out of fish bones, and I just thought it was incredible" he shares. Then, moves to the next question. "What is my go-to crafty snack?"

Nobody remembers eating snacks on set, and Fred gives the clue that it's a drink. Joseph says it's a smoothie, and he does remember it but it isn't the answser.

"I'm thinking of something specific. That Emerge-C that you put in the water"

"Oh, that's very good" you agree, so does the rest, even discussing the best colors

"Who in the cast would I ask to bail me out of jail?"

Everyone even Pedro agree its him. Everyone gets a point, yet Joseph remains ahead.

It's Joseph's turn. "What is my favorite sport?"

"Skateboarding" Paul is so quick to answer, earning him two points for both being correct and time.

"What celebrity do I get mistaken for?"

"Daisy Edgar-Jones sometimes" says Mescal. Of course he had to bring her up.

"No, she gets mistaken for me" Joseph jokes. "Yeah, poor Daisy. But I'm writing it down"

"That was the two letters?" Pedro notices. Still, no one gets it.

It's fucking Justin Timberlake. You'd never guess that.

"What is my favorite film franchise?"

You've probaly named all the existing franchises to no avail. You think fo your dad, a huge geek, trying to remember if there is one missing.

"Oh- Lord of the Rings!" you both answer with Paul at the same time.

"C'mon!" his celebration is short lived when he realizes you tied to him.

"What is my favorite British slang word?"

Pedro says it can't be said, but Quinn insists they can, even adding it's his favorite one too.

"We can say bad words? We can say-?" but the camera beeps over it.

The answer is Bellend. What even is that? Joseph feigns sadness and Pedro keeps apologizing, even as you sit on the chair.

"Okay. I'm last"you wiggle your eyebrows with interest. "Let's see. Okay, first question: what did I take from the Gladiator II set?"

"You took something?" Joseph asks on disbelief.

"Why wouldn't I take something?"

"Is it like an item or memorabilia?" asks Connie.

"It's an item" you uncap the marker, scribbling down the answer.

"It's a short word" Fred points out, but still can't provide a guess.

"You took the rings home" Pedro answers. You snap your had on his way, probably obvious. "What? You told me" he says.

Of course Paul complains. "Hey, that isn't fair! He knew the answer before!"

"Well, if you payed more attention to me, you'd know it"

Lies. Pedro knows because it's sitting in the jewelry box inside your house.

"See? I do pay attention" Pedro playfully hits Mescal.

"I could pay you more attention" he looks at you.

"Alright, then do. Ready? Next question: what is my go-to movie? Oh, this is a good one. I'm always changing it, but most of the time I end up choosing the same one"

They all give you a puzzled look as you scribble.

"C'mon, guys! I've said it on interviews before too. Paul?" the man shrugs. "Thought you said you'd pay me more attention. Heads up, you're doing a terrible job so far!"

"Hey!" he protests. "It's not fair if the answer's changing. Give us a clue"

"You didn't give any clues to yours!" you giggle. "Besides, I don't want you to win"

"Hey, that's against the rules!"

"I'd say it depends on the season" Pedro speaks up. You quirk an eyebrow. "Like, if it's changing, I don't think your Christmas go-to movie is the same as your summer one"

"Actually" you smile fondly, "that is true. On summer, it's Mamma Mia. So I suppose, if you can't guess the one, that'll do"

"No" he smiles, cheeky. "I know it too"

"Yeah?" you challenge, "what is it, then?"

"It's Thelma and Louise" he answers, and your heart beats fast.

"How do you know?" Paul inquires. "Somebody was paying attention to Y/n L/n very closely during the shooting of this movie"

Ah, his joke from earlier. Joseph giggles behind him. Karma, he supposes.

"She said it on an interview, guys. C'mon, learn your sources!"

"Okay" you clear your throat. "What movie got me into acting?"

"Thelma and Louise" Joseph tries.

"No" you laugh, "you're just recycling the answer"

"Is it an old or modern movie?" Connie asks.

"Hmh, old" you pause, "just not... I don't know if you'll ever guess it"

"Is it a Pedro Almodóvar film?" you shake your head. "What? You're always mentioning him!"

Pedro looks into your eyes amid the others' discussion, and you can tell he remembers the conversation.

"There isn't one"

You smile, chest pounding at his soft tone.

"That's correct"

"A trick question?!" Paul yells. "I quit"

"When there's just one left?" you tease.

"Yes, because you've been hiding it all the time but no more" he counters, pointing both you and Pedro. You feel the space getting smaller, breaths going from even to noticeable. "You are sharing answers"

You try to make your breath of relief pass as a chuckle.

"I'm not even gonna win, relax. And drop the charges, please. Loose like a man"

"You didn't explain it though" Connie speaks. "What did Pedro mean?"

"While I have many movies that are inspiration to me, they aren't the reason I chose this path. I did it because I saw an Oscar's ceremony when I was 11" you explain fondly, feeling warm at the memories. "I still remember when they handed the award to Diablo Cody for best original screenplay. I don't know, man, it moved me. What it meant for young artists who came from nothing. I guess I wanted, one day, to be the one standing there, for other dreamers to see it's possible"

"Wow, that's beautiful" Connie says.

"Thank you" you get flustered. "Suppose it was worth it, you know, to do interviews about not really knowing my cast mates" and laugh.

"How does Pedro know, though?" Joseph asks.

"We talk a lot" you clear your throat. "Last one: what indie horror movie did I make a small appearence in? I'm feeling generous because it's the last so I'll give you a clue. It's a Stephen King adaptation"

Paul is the first to speak. "You where in a-"

"Yeah but it wasn't such a huge role. Don't make yourself any ideas"

"I have no idea" Connie surrenders. "Other clue, as in how many words?"

"It doesn't even have any words" you laugh. "You give up? It's 1922. Was an extra as well. Made me think Netflix had my name highlighted in the extra call sheet, because I did so many minor and background roles during that year. Grateful, though, because now I get to be Rome's empress and not fortune teller or highschool #6"

The interview ends, and the camera may or may have not captured the last seconds, Pedro's gaze fixated with you the entire time.

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You arrived in London today. The premiere will be in a few days, and things have been, well, hectic.

Lux couldn't stop talking all the plane ride, but your mind kept going back at the email your manager had sent you before you had boarded the plane.

It's catching upon you, read the haunting message. Attached below, a TMZ article that claimed a regular church attendee had seen you both getting married. It also used a lot of the noise fans had been making on social media, connecting dots or just hyping up the undeniable chemistry. It ended with a little paragraph saying it was obvios, and they're just hoping you'd confirmed it.

You came to realize you didn't care about it anymore. Sure, the pushing around annoyed you, but the thought of still keeping your marriage under wraps feels pointless now. Why wouldn't you shout to the world how in love with your husband you are?

Yet, when you arrive at the hotel, you keep the same protocol of arriving after Pedro, who has already checked in with two keys, claiming its for him and his sister, while you ask for the key to Lux's actual room. After you swipe cards with her, you head over the room you'd be sharing with your husband.

His face appears in your frame, everything happening quickly.

"Get inside. Now"

Your body is dragged inside the hotel room, not even giving you time to swipe the key for yourself.

"Pedro!" you exclaim, between surprised and confused. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Did you read it?"

"What? The article?" your tone is filled with annoyance. "Yes, I did. Why?"

"What do you mean why?" he snaps, voice raising higher. "Don't play dumb with me. You know fans have fuelled the rumors, and tabloids have started digging every corner in fucking California"

"So, what? You're acting as if people finding out is the worst thing in the world" you roll your eyes.

"It is, yes!" Pedro bursts out, caving in to the stress.

It feels like you've been hit across your face.

"Excuse me?" you seethe, hurt etched all across your features. "Would it be the worst thing in the world to admit you're married to the person you supposedly love the most?"

"I love you, y/n. It's just-"

His voice softens, trying to reach for you, yet you pull back, his hand falling to his side in an akward manner. He sighs in frustration, running a hand through his hair as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"I love you" he repeats, sounding much more sure this time.

Your frame seems smaller as your voice comes out hoarse, filled with emotion, appearing to be in the brink of tears:

"Then why do you act like you're embarrassed of me?"

He hates himself for making you feel this way, making you think things that aren't true.

"I don't. Never" he emphasizes. Then, tries to reach once again when you move a little bit closer to him, recognizing that's your way of letting him know you're ready. "You're the most precious thing in the world to me, don't ever think the opposite" then he sighs, heavy. "I'm just scared"

You silently ask him to explain, rubbing his thumb soothingly across his tattoo.

"You're so young, and I'm, well- I know we're aware of it, but people are cruel and the press is ruthless. I don't want to see your name dragged across the mud because you decided to marry me. Your career is starting, and I'd never forgive myself is something happened to you because of me. Not trying to make this about me, yeah? But this industry is fucked up. You've work hard to get to where you are, and it'll be unfair if you'd loose it. I'm scared because us..." he wavers, words trailing off. "I want us to be. I wouldn't want to live in a world without you, i-it would kill me not to have you be my wife"

You desperately want to kiss off the worry on his face, but let him finish.

"N-not saying our love is weak, or anything! That a couple of opinions or tabloids will- you know? Just, I-I don't want them to break us apart. Mi vida, you're the light of my life. Please, forgive me, I-"

He feels his throat closing up, words failing to come out. You sense the grip on your hand to be stronger, immediately letting loose of it.

"Hey. C'mere" your voice is tender, allowing him to bury his face in your stomach as you comb his messy curls with your fingers. "It's okay, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere"

He lets himself melt under your touch, his mind loosing itself in the soft of your digits and your perfume up his nostrils. He's again breathing normaly, hands now hugging your waist.

"There you go. Better?" Pedro nods, still not being able to talk. "That's okay, take all the time you need. We have all day"

"Do we?" he raises his view, his eyes soft yet there is something else to the brown shade.

You hum as to nod. "We agreed to join Lux for dinner. It's barely 1pm"

"Tell me you're thinking it too" his voice cuts throughout the air, boucing off the tapestry on the walls.

You laugh, nervously. "I don't think I do"

"Hmmh, I see" he stands up, towering over you. "You sure you don't?"

"You sure you want this?"

Before you know it, his lips capture yours in a passionate kiss, cutting off all words to be said. What a waste of air, anyway. You are quick to reciprocate, whimpering against his lips.

Pedro picks you up like you're as light as a feather, his arms flexing as he carries you and places you on the bed, frame hovering over yours. He breaks the kiss to breath, but you're pulling him back in, his hold on your hips tighter and the wet spot in your panties wetter.

"Look at you, pretty baby. So needy" he whispers against your face, hot breath lingering above your lips. "And mine. Mía. Only mine"

"I am, yes. Yours only. Need you so bad right now, papi" you answer in a rush. "Now shut up and fuck me"

"Con gusto" he chuckles darkly, "gotta keep the wife happy"

"Happy wife, happy life" you recite, stripping him off of his plain shirt, revealing his toned torso, bulging biceps defined by the movements. You gulp. "Fuck, papi. Gotta thank Marvel for this. I love all of your versions, but I can work with this too" you dreamily stare at him, your hands cupping his face.

He strips the rest of his clothing, but a cute blush adorns his cheeks.

"Yeah, well, it's Scott's fault too"

Your impatient fingers reach the middle of your panties to rub your clothed pussy, letting out a sound that darkens his hazel orbs.

"Fuck that guy" you mutter. Pedro laughs.

"Thought you said you loved the guy"

"Until I learned what he said about your body" you groan, still rubbing. "Connie told me"

His hands now travel to remove your clothes, almost ripping them off.

"Who cares? I just want to fuck you now" he breathes out, practically drooling at the sight of your damp panties. "Lemme take this off too"

He unhooks your bra, seeing the hard nipples. The urge to lick them is so bad, but his desire to fill you silly to the brim is stronger.

You see his hesitation, which is why you grab him by the neck to pull him in for a kiss. He kisses back fiercely, labored breaths as he struggles to focus on your lips, his wet mouth darting to your jaw, neck and collarbones. His hands roam all over your body, needy.

"Gotta be inside of you, mami. Can't wait any longer"

"Then stop waiting" you plead, tugging at his boxers with urgency.

Seeing you so cockhungry, lips parted and pupils blown wide makes his hard dick twitch with anticipation.

He mutters a labored fuck, aligning himself to enter your sticky folds. Pedro enters your tight pussy with a low groan, burying himself deep inside of you, used to his length by now. You're basically begging for it, nails digging and eyes supplicating.

He can't deny you anything, can he?

A messy whine leaves your widened mouth as you adjust, pleasure mixed with pain.

"Mhmm" you moan.

"Mhmm what?" he mocks. "You asked for it. Now take it, cariño"

He thrusts deeper into you, watching in awe how his dick enters your pussy; it was always perfectly, your pussy made for him.

"You're drippin' baby" his rough voice caresses your cheek. He kisses the are, giving a lick to the sweat starting to form. "S'fucking tight too"

You move your hips towards him, trying to augment the friction. The overstimulation starts to cloud your sense, reducing you to a whiny mess as you grip his steady arms.

"I can't think of anything but you, baby" he confesses between grunts, "filling up your pussy to the brim, you dripping with my seed for days"

You moan at the filthy words.

"Love how you take my dick, amor" stretching you as Pedro moves in and out. "S'made for me"

"Yes" you moan, skin slapping sounds bouncing off the walls. "Fuck, I love your dick..."

His pace picks up, and it comes to a point where he's just fucking you silly, his grip on your hips surely to leave a bruise as you keep spilling obscene sounds of pleasure from your lips.

"Your pussy's mine, yeah? No one else gets to have you like this"

"N-no, just you, Pedro. My h-husband" you manage to squeeze, more moans vocalizing the pleasure you felt with each thrust, his big dick inside of you moving in a a steady rhythm, making your eyes roll back further and orgasm closer.

Your breasts bounce with each thrust, and he finds impossible to resist the urge anymore, licking the sensible skin and hard nipples, your hands moving to his back, scratching him harshly, both chasing your release.

"Please!" you whine out loud, not caring how desperate you sound.

Harder. Faster. Rougher.

But your husband knows you, so he indeed starts to fuck you harder, heavy breaths and slippy kiss noises hanging in the spaces between each thrusts. He pants with every motion of his dick, a knot forming on his belly.

"Shit, baby. I think I'm gonna cum. Gonna come so hard"

"Do it. I'm on birth control, remember?" you groan, feeling your high approach as well. "Fill me up, please. Give me all your cum"

Your bodies move as one, precise thrusts hitting exactly that sweet spot of yours repeatedly, chasing your orgasm. For a brief moment, your eyes lock with his and then he's saying:

"I love you, y/n. So much"

Your heart skips a bit, his dick twitching inside as his gaze glimmers with adoration and possesiveness, teeth grazing your skin with marks for him to call you his.

"I love you too, Pedro. More than you know"

A final thrust is delivered. Fuck, feels so good you think you hear him say. Just like promised, he fills you with his release, shots of his thick, warm cum inside your sticky walls. You follow soon, back arching, toes curling, and both head and eyes rolling back. Pedro falls on top of you, his broad body collapsing over yours, as you both pant hard, trying to steady your pulse and breath. He then removes himself and positions you to be the one on top now, lazily throwing the covers over your bare bodies. We need to shower, you said, but he argued you'd do it later before going out.

"I needed that" and you happily hum in agreement at your husband's dragged out words.

Your head falls and rises, with the movement of his chest, silence settling on the previously filled with sex noises room. That until he speaks up:

"One day, I'm gonna fill you up so good until you have my babies, mami" he murmurs, just then realizing what he said. But you snuggle closer, hand and legs drapped over his bare body. You look at him closely, seeing nothing but certainty on his eyes.

I choose you. I'll always choose you.

"Whatever it is with you" your nose brushes his, a small sweet kiss on his lips, "I want"

His eyes shine, probably with tears or the glow of affection.

"Let's do it"

"What?" you look into his eyes for any sign of doubt, bull all you see is love. "Pedro, are you serious?"

He nods. "Wouldn't you want that?"

You feel the corner of your lips pull up.

"Never have I wanted anything more"

poppysplayground: Y/N AND PEDRO RED CARPET DEBUT AT THE LONDON PREMIER OF GLADIATOR II WTF I JUST WOKE UP ptwt is in SHAMBLES mostannoyingbillioner: UM HELLO pedro showing up with two hot women on his arms LUX GIMME A CHANCE pompeiianbollockr: WAIT WDYM THEY ARE MARRIED?!??! ALL THIS TIME?@?#? HOW???! NEED BIGGER CAPS TO SCREAM I'M GOING INSANE at0michips: that article better come out now or i'll burn the TMZ building ann-gell: not me thirsting for a married man 😭😭😭 how they kept this a secret for so long?? we should've noticed ㅤㅤunhing3dprincess: ann-gell i did. knew betting my grandma was the way all along ㅤㅤpyramiidsf: i'm gonna start betting my grandma too

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WARNINGS 𐙚 Mentions of a toxic relationship

A/N 𐙚 First SMAU ever… I had to break out my graphic design skills for this one 🫣

DIRECTORY | MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN

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Regardless of his forewarning, Lando’s sudden arrival at your house had taken you by surprise. He arrived with such haste, you had to giggle at the idea of the racer speeding across the city to get to you. The knock came roughly twenty minutes after your exchanged messages, and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that Lando was impatiently standing on the other side of that door.

You steadied your nerves before pulling the gold-plated handle down to open the grand wooden door. Lando’s eyes lit up upon the sight of you, and he quickly pulled you into his grasp. His muscular arms encircled your waist, tugging you taut to his chest as he spun you around in an elegant circle. With a rather loud smacking sound, he stole a kiss away from you.

“I’ve waited so long to do that,” He spoke with a cheesy, boyish grin. His curls framed his face, and his smile lit up his features perfectly. He was the definition of handsome. You giggled as you combed through his soft locks.

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[◉°] … Y/N & TOJI BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT… 537k views

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꩜ actor! toji x actress! reader

⤷ synopsis : you & toji deny the dating rumours, but you’re both being a little bit too comfortable with each other for your relationship to be just “platonic”.

sfw, fluff, toji is a little ooc <3

. art credits to deltapork on twitter

.. inspired by this post

… part 2, part 3, part 4

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꩜ first clip

you & toji are in an interview, one to promote the upcoming release of the action movie you both star in where you’re the main love interest. it is bound to be a huge success, judging by the interest and how everyone loves the chemistry you and toji have both in and out of film!

the interviewer asks you a question and while you’re responding you can feel someone staring at you. you turn to your left where toji is sitting, and he has his eyes dead set on you, not looking away for one second. you turn your focus back to the interviewer to continue answering, but you can’t help but turn back and see that he is still staring at you with his intense blue eyes. you repeat this a few times before cutting off your own sentence with a giggle and covering your face with your hands.

toji chuckles in confusion, looking at the interviewer and then back at you, bewildered. “what-whats so funny?”

you look at toji with your hands still covering your face. “toji, i can’t concentrate when you look at me like that!”

toji tilts his head, swiftly shifting his chair in your direction and leans closer to you, practically nose to nose at this point. “like what?”

“like that!” you laugh, covering your hot face once more as he and the interviewer laugh at your actions.

the interviewer chimes in. “i do have to say, your eyes can be quite intimidating..”

“see?!” you say to toji and then look to the interviewer. “thank you.”

toji huffs and just looks at you. and you look back at him with a small grin on your face.

you speak. “as i was saying…”

you repeat your response to the question and toji exaggeratedly stares at you and you attempt to ignore it (and fail).

꩜ second clip

this was a behind the scenes clip, where your cast member is speaking about his characters relationship with the other main characters but sadly for him, that is not where the viewers’ attention was.

in the background, they see toji sitting on a couch looking at his phone and then you walking into frame. toji looks up from his phone, and if you look very closely, he can be seen smiling at you. you walk over and plop down on the couch right next to him. you both talk to each other for a few moments, faces close together and then you lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and taking what appears to be a nap. toji, moving as slowly as he can, takes a blanket that is already on the couch and drapes of over you. you snuggle closer to him, prompting toji to rest his head on top of yours. he does just that.

꩜ third clip

during an interview with you and the cast members, including toji, in front of a live audience, you somehow found yourselves on the topic of the types of cars you all have. you then remember how toji had told you about a motorcycle he owned, but you forgot which kind.

“i think i wanna ride on toji’s..motorcycle! i think-”

you hear the audience laugh and hear a few wolf whistles and you turn to your fellow actors, who are also laughing, especially gojo. you seem confused, but then you think back to what you said a second ago and feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

“oh, no no nonono-” shaking your head vehemently, “that is not-”

“toji’s motorcycle eh?” gojo teases while raising his eyebrows and wiggling his fingers, which only encourages the mockery and your desire to punch him.

you cover your face with your hand and sigh. “oh my god.”

while everybody in the room makes fun of you, you look to the left to see toji’s reaction and the camera pans to his smug smirking face.

“i mean i’m free friday night so..” he trails off, winks at you and the audience goes crazy and you shove your face in your hands.

“forget i even said anything!”

꩜ fourth clip

you and toji were recording a little vlog like video for the fans, talking about what it was like on set when you get onto the subject of what working with the other cast members is like.

“yeah gojo’s is pain in the ass.” toji states and shakes his head, fondly almost. “never stops running that big mouth ‘a his.”

spits of laughter fall from your mouth at his frankness. “uhh..yeah that’s true, gojo if you see this don’t be offended!”

“yeah we still like you we just..wish you’d shut the fuck up more often.”

“toji!” you gasp and slap his chest, “you’re no spring chicken either you know.”

toji scoffs and looks at you with a raised brow. “yeah, you’re a handful yourself.”

“what? no i’m not!” toji tilts his head and blinks. “everyone says i’m great to work with. you’re such a liar.” you roll your eyes with a laugh.

toji chuckles and moves closer to you on the sofa, and leans towards your face. “no ‘s alright. i have big hands.” he places a kiss on your cheek.

“ew, you’re so corny!” you lean away and wipe away his kiss, trying not to smile and look flustered.

꩜ fifth clip

this was a big day for y/n x toji lovers, when a movie you were both in won an award. now, neither of you were the main characters, but the fans made sure to make you both the most popular ones.

while the director is accepting the award, fans zoomed in on you and toji standing near the back of the group of cast members, where you’re tearing up and trying not to cry. you’re wiping your tears and toji looks at you and does a double take when he realises that you’re crying. he looks down at you and hugs you from the side, which makes you lay your head on his chest and wrap an arm around his waist. toji accepts this invitation and full on hugs you, kissing the top of your head softly and rubbing your back.

꩜ sixth clip

toji posts workout videos on his instagram stories. they’re mostly of him lifting weights and they’re rare, so fans cherish them.

and then theres a short video of you laying on top of toji’s back while he does pushups like it’s nothing. you’re smiling, spreading your arms out like you’re flying. toji suddenly starts going fast as fuck, making you bounce and almost fall off. you gasp and start hitting the back of his head while the person recording starts to laugh (most likely gojo).

you fall off toji’s back and lay on the floor like a starfish. the camera pans to a proud looking toji before you kick his face.

a/n: thank u for reading ^_-