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sayilysally · 9 days ago

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OVERHEATED

This was... interesting. And also totally not the only thing I've been thinking about for three days 🫣

WARNINGS: Her strap has a special little feature, Reader is ovulating so reference to cycles, the whole point is reader is basically in heat and is going a little insane 🫠, degradation and plenty of pet names, mommy kink (it's deep yall) IDK ENJOY

You woke up this morning feeling like you were in heat. Technically you kind of were, ovulating can make one's head spin, or at least your head. All you craved and thought about was getting absolutely demolished. You wanted to sob at how much your cunt ached and needed to be filled and it felt as if by the hour it just got worse.

With a head full of thoughts of Wilhemina, you deep cleaned the house just to keep yourself busy so you won’t hump the pillow she sleeps on every night and act like a whore just for her to catch you and punish you. But every room you cleaned in just made you even more worked up.

You think about how she had you on all fours on the kitchen counter while she licked and sucked and fingered your drenched, swollen, spread open pussy- all the while you had the task of not making a single noise with your hands tied with a velvet purple ribbon behind your back.

Or when you were on your knees in the home library, having to sit on a pillow with a seven inch self thrusting dildo nestled between your plump thighs. She sat in the purple lounge chair across from you, instructing you on how fast to bounce or when to stop all together with the calmest demeanor you have seen. The woman was simply reading a novel with one leg over the other, not even looking your way while you whined and mewled, completely bare and bouncing like a pathetic whore.

That’s the power she has over you. She treats you like a casual Thursday night meal in the kitchen, or just a common household item to use to her liking. She can do whatever she wants with you and you just want her to come home and treat you like a toy. All you had to do was wait like a good girl and follow her rule of not touching what’s hers without permission, which proves to be harder said then done time and time again.

And when Wilhemina came home today, she could immediately tell how needy you felt. She watched you spend last night whining in your sleep and squirming about, and she knew she was going to come home to you out of sorts. You were right at the door when she arrived with a shy greeting, taking her coat and bag as she quirked a brow and watched you closely. “Well hello, little one. I take it you missed me today, hm?”

If you weren’t so focused on making sure absolutely everything was in its place, just wanting to be the perfect pet for the woman watching you, you would’ve detected the teasing tone in her voice. You turn back to face her when you’re done and your cheeks flush deeply the moment your eyes fall on hers. You look down at your hands shyly, a smile lighting up your face.

“I always miss you, but yes.” You look back up at her, feeling even shyer when she gives you a sly, toothy smirk in amusement. She takes one step toward you, her head tilted down to keep her eyes on you. From that angle she looked like she was about to swallow you whole and all you wanted was to do was moan at the thought. Instead you gulped and tried to brush it off as you giggled meekly.

She chuckled at that and hooked her finger underneath your chin. “How cute.” Was all she uttered, but immediately your body went into a reaction. Your eyes fluttered as your lower abdomen imploded in white hot heat, and you could’ve cum right there on the spot, but you actually couldn’t and you actually needed to get it together. Fuck.

Wilhemina saw your reactions and her eyes grew dark. She was going to press all of your buttons now. With that in mind she brushed her thumb lightly over your chin and tilted her head ever so slightly at you.

“Could you help Mommy with her boots, kitten?” She says it like a question but you know it’s a demand. You’re more than happy to get on your knees, especially since you feel like you’re going to collapse from the pet name she called you. It was rare for her to call you anything but little one, and even that makes a flame flicker in your abdomen.

“Yes of course.. Mommy.” You can only manage to squeak the last part out, blushing deeper when you hear that name for her come from your own mouth. She can’t help but chuckle darkly as you lower yourself onto your knees. “So shy, little one. I thought you loved screaming my name, now you can barely say it? Are you ashamed of Mommy?” She gives you a look of fake disappointment, and you want to whimper, you nearly do. You only pout though, shaking your head with knitted brows. “No mommy, I would never I just-” You stop yourself, feeling yourself get even more flustered.

She raises a brow at you. “You just, what?” She speaks sternly, not being one to dawdle on what could’ve already been said.

Oh God, her voice is killing me. You huff out gently, trying not to hide from her glare.

You look down and start unzipping her boot, gulping as you try to explain. “I just have been.. feeling um,” You want to crawl into a deep dark hole now, feeling her stare get hotter as you try not to break into a sweat. “I’m just feeling a bit scattered, I think.”

You decide that would do good enough, but you are honestly just hoping it was. You know she can read you like a book- and she did. “Scattered? How curious. Why would you be feeling scattered, kitten? Are you incapable of controlling your insolent little cunt enough for Mommy to walk through the door?”

You immediately stop unzipping her other boot to close your eyes, a drunken shock running through your body and making your clit throb.

Your mouth falls open for a moment in awe of the sudden degradation. You keep your head down shamefully, your chest rising and falling quickly as you fight the urge to run away out of embarrassment.

Wilhemina had to fight a grin. She let out a low hum of disapproval, not even needing an answer from you. You didn’t have time to answer anyways because before you could open your mouth, she had a fierce grip on your hair and you could only cry out as she pulled you up off the ground.

Her upper lip twitches slightly but her expression stays cool and collected while you’re practically sweating and about to fall over because she has you on your tiptoes and your knees feel weak.

She yanks you close to her face, so close you can feel the small puffs of breath coming out of her nose as she stares at you like she’s the bull and you are a red flag being waved in her face.

You expect her to start talking, but instead she just keeps staring. Her eyes are boring into yours, and you can’t hide your face or even look away, the only thing to look at is her.

Your face is beet red by now, and your heavy breathing being the only sound was making you worry.

“I’m s-sorry, Mommy. I am trying to keep it t-together but I-” She interrupted you with a sharp tug of your hair, her eyes going nearly black when you mewled.

“But you are such a whore in heat you can’t help but need Mommy to fill you up and use you as a cumdump. Is that it?” She practically spat on your face as she whispered the nastiest thing you’ve ever heard someone say. You have to moan out loud now, feeling it roll out of your throat low and slow. “Mommy.” You groan out and look at her with the most helpless expression. You looked absolutely pathetic.

It’s just what she needed after a long day, her kitten moldable and pliable, ready and willing to do whatever her Mommy needed.

With that she dragged you to the bedroom, pushing you down forcefully onto the bed and flipping you onto your tummy. With nothing but whines and pleads coming from you, she pulls your skirt and tights down with aggression.

The woman nearly groans at the saturated and soaked sight before her. Your cunt was swollen and your panties were outlining your lips so nicely, Wilhemina almost dove in. But she remained calm, knowing there would be much more exciting things to look forward to tonight.

She takes a step away to view her treat, standing tall and smirking slightly at how helpless you look. She watches you squirm, and with two sharp raps of her cane, she’s got you completely still and quiet. She lets you soak up the silence for a moment, also giving her some time to look at the covered but absolutely needy pussy that’s practically clenching just with her in close proximity.

“You look so pretty, kitten. All wrapped up in these cute little panties. How many times did you change them today, hm? Tell Mommy.”

You wanted to cry at how much being in this position with her just staring down at you made you want to beg to cum. You just loved being the center of her attention, and this is all you’ve been waiting for today.

You try to focus on her question, taking a moment before whimpering out your answer. “Three times, Mommy. But I never touched.” You tried to sound like you weren’t trembling, but there wasn’t much hope. You just wanted Mommy to be proud of you.

You hear her hum and suddenly feel soft fingers on your lower back, trailing lower ever so slowly.

“Do you think that makes you a good girl? Because it doesn’t- It makes you a slut.” With that she slaps your right asscheek, and she isn’t gentle about it. You nearly jump out of your skin in surprise and pain. “Sluts don’t get praise. They don’t get Mommy’s sympathy. They only get used for pleasure. So don’t even try to act innocent. Do you understand?” Her voice is sharp as it fills the room, and when you take a moment to respond she slaps your ass one, two, three, four times. By the second your sobbing out pleads that you understand and you’re sorry, but it’s white noise to Wilhemina. She chuckles darkly at your cries while she grabs your ass cheeks roughly, pulling you towards her to thrust once against your ass. You groan at how intoxicating that felt to you, clothed or not, that was enough to make you want to cum, and you don’t know how much teasing you’d be able to take before you actually did.

You hear her behind you making quick work to unbutton her trousers and slide them down. You want to squirm nervously as she silently shuffles behind you, but you know as soon as you move- even the slightest inch- she would cane your ass until it was purple.

You try to keep your breathing quiet so you can hear anything that could hint to what she was doing.

Wilhemina smirks at how tense you look, knowing you were trying so hard to behave. She picked up her trousers and made her way to the walk-in closet, setting them aside to find what she needed.

You wanted to whine and beg her to fuck you already so badly, and when you heard her walk away you almost cried.

While she’s in the closet you can’t help but start to squirm slightly, trying to move just right so you could clench your thighs a bit and feel some relief. That was obviously a bad idea, because as soon as you move she’s suddenly behind you again, and without hesitation she lays one strong hit to your ass with her cane, drawing an immediate yelp from you and a whine as you still yourself.

“M’sorry.” you mumble into the sheets in embarrassment now that you’ve been caught, but that won’t do for the redhead behind you.

With a swift yank and a pull, she’s got your back pressed to her now bare chest, a sharp moan slipping out of you in surprise. “If you wanted to apologize genuinely, you would’ve spoken clearly and not like a whiny little brat.” Her voice is thick with venom, and your eyes roll at just the feeling of her breath against your neck.

You nod in her grip frantically, intimidated immediately by how much of a hold she had on you. “Yes Mommy. I’m sorry, I really am.” You pleaded with her gently, turning your head to look at her with glossy eyes. A small part of her nearly melted at the look, but the bigger part just wanted to ravish you even more at how fucking pitiful you look.

“You won’t be getting my forgiveness until you take what you deserve.” Her voice sounds almost casual, and before you can beg her for mercy she pushes you back down into the mattress with a steady grip on your hair, and you suddenly feel something prod against your covered entrance. Your body immediately reacts, trembling slightly as Wilhemina teases your cunt with what you could only assume is a strap.

You want to beg but decide against it, not wanting to lose your chance of being filled by your Mommy.

She leans over you as she slides the head of the fake cock up and down through your covered folds, wanting to really stretch out her teasing before she stretched your cunt. The strap she has on comes with a curved smaller dildo that will be pressing into her g-spot from the other side and the base of the strap grinds against her clit every time she fills you up. You didn’t know it, but she was about to ruin you and feel every bit of what she was doing.

She teases your cunt with the cock for a while, wanting to see how well you’d behave if she slipped the head underneath your panties for a moment to kiss your soaking clit. You pushed your face into the mattress, letting out the slightest groan and hoping she didn’t hear you. You were stupid for hoping. Another rough slap was delivered to your left ass cheek and in the same second she shoved the fake cock in your cunt- to the hilt. It was extremely large. Not the longest she’s made you take, but well over 8 inches and the girth made you go absolutely weak.

You had no control over your body as it stretched out into a cat-like arch, your tits flush with the sheets and your ass high in the air. Your head lifts so you can wail out a deep, lustful moan.

“Oh my, have we gotten fearless. You really need this, don’t you, kitten?” She surprisingly stays still inside of you and quiet, actually wanting to hear an answer.

Your body is trembling as you grip the sheets tight, your eyes squeezing shut and your voice nearly failing as you sputter out an answer. “Yes. I’ve been so good all day. I cleaned. I didn’t touch myself, I didn’t hump anything, I was so good, please. It hurts Mommy I need-”

You wail out before you can speak because she starts drilling the cock into you, her grip on your hair getting stronger to hold you still. She bends down so her nipples graze your back with each pump. She can’t help but grunt at the blinding pleasure she’s feeling as her end of the strap is constantly pushing against her g-spot as she fucks you fast. She leans down with a wicked smile to whisper in your ear as her free hand holds her up. “Shhh, let Mommy use your greedy cunt.”

Her voice is laced with venom and her cock is making your brain turn to mush.

She pauses for a split second to climb onto the bed, her knees on either side of your thighs. With one hand gripping your hip and the other back in your hair, she started pumping into you at a new angle, one that was making the head of her cock ram into your g spot over and over and over and over.

You felt yourself get drunk in pleasure, giving her complete and utter control over every move. Your moans are broken and loud, you’re practically sobbing at the exploding heat running in your veins.

“Yesyesyesyesyes th’nk you Mo-o-ommy!” You babble out your undying gratitude to your Mommy for fucking you so well and so good. This is exactly what you needed, if anything it’s exceeding your expectations.

Mmh, and Wilhemina was reeling. She could feel every single time you’re helpless cunt clenched or fluttered around the cock, and every single time her clit twitched and the tip of her side would hit her g spot just a bit harder. So she moved as fast and hard as she could, bending forward so she could groan in your ear and get as deep as possible in you.

“Mommy can feel her cock hitting your cervix, little one.” She whispers it so sweetly in your ear you almost don’t register how absolutely filthy her words were.

You clenched tightly around her cock, nearly halting her movements while you mewled out a loud moan. Her eyes rolled closed as her own cunt throbbed. “Fuck, baby.” She groans out almost silently, you are so cock drunk you barely even hear her, but you know it felt good for her as soon as she started pounding even harder into you.

She gets closer to your face, biting your earlobe before grunting out breathlessly in your ear. “I hope you’ll be ready to cum soon, we have a very long night ahead of us and I think we should see how much my little one can take.” Her grunts get louder as she feels herself getting closer to her own orgasm. You nod frantically and string out moans, your hips bouncing back against her thrusts. “M’close mommy, make me c-cum! Please, please.” You beg mindlessly for her as she straightens her back out to watch her cock go in and out and in and out of your weeping pussy.

She groaned after a moment and gripped your hair to pull your back against her chest, her mouth by your ear. “On the contrary, little one. You’re going to make us both cum.” With that she pulls out of you and quickly moves to sit against the headboard, dragging you by your hair to get you on all fours in front of her, your ass facing her.

You would’ve collapsed if it weren’t for her strong hold, and soon you realize what position she’s about to have you in, how open you’ll be for her. She has her legs between yours and spreads them, making you fall into more of a squat position.

You whimper when you feel the tip of her cock prodding at your entrance again, and before you can even beg for it she has both of her hands on your hips and she’s forcing you all of the way down. You moan loudly and immediately start bouncing, your eyes rolling back at the pressure this position gives you- it feels delicious.

Wilhemina watches your cunt with a dark expression, her nails digging into your skin and her left hand moving to slap your ass a couple of times just to fuck with you. You jolt a bit and lean forward slightly, moving to lean on your hands so you can really bounce for her. You hear her groan slightly and knit your brows in pleasure, just thinking about how she can feel all of it, on top of how exposed you are to her. It makes your chest flush with warmth, and if you weren’t so feral right now you’d probably be a little embarrassed at how much of a whore you must look like.

This new position makes it all the more easier for both of you to get even closer to your orgasms, and before you know it you start begging to cum and she’s about to explode herself.

She leaned forward ever so slightly, your pants mingling with each other. You turn your head to look at her and moan as you both make eye contact. Her pupils have taken over her eyes completely, and you feel small under her lustful glare. She grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks as she pulls you into a warm and wet kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth almost immediately. You groan in her mouth when she starts flicking the tip of her tongue against yours, slow and deliberate compared to the sloppy way you were bouncing on her.

You feel one of her hands slide down your stomach between your legs, her delicate fingers start skillfully rolling your clit in tight circles. You have to break the kiss to throw your head back onto her shoulder, moaning louder than you have all night.

Your abdomen and thighs start quivering and the muscles there start to tighten as you start to roll your hips as fast as possible. She moans sharply in your ear, her mouth moving to kiss and bite at your neck. “Mommy’s going to cum soon.” She speaks lowly in your ear and rubs your clit faster, making you squeal and squirm as you start to lose control of the rhythm of your bouncing. Her other hand helps you bounce as fast as possible.

“Gotta c-cum too Mo-ommy- Oh fuck.” before you can say another word, your hips start bucking into her hand rougher and rougher until you squeal loudly and your movements halted. Wilhemina snapped her hips up into you as you came, her own orgasm crashing down on her as you both started clenching around the toy, moans and groans filling the room. Wilhemina's pace is what makes you squirt though, tensing on her cock before spraying all over her thighs and between her legs. Wilhemina groans out erotically as she looks at the mess before her, grabbing your asscheeks roughly and kneading them.

“Oh little one.. You made quite the mess on Mommy.” You immediately blush when you come to, looking down at the soaked sheets. Before you can crawl away and hide in shame, you feel your Mommy already lowering you back down on the cock. Her mouth is by your ear again and you hear her smirk as she whispers, “I want to see you do it again.”

@blxckchxrrybxby 💋

#wilhemina venable #ahs fandom #ahs apocalypse #wlw post #wlw yearning #wilhemina venable smut #american horror story #sarah paulson #sarah paulson characters #wilhemina venable x reader #wilhemina venable x reader smut

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loycspotting · 4 months ago

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21. Ewan McGregor Movie Review: Down with Love (2003)

Genre: Comedy/Romance

Rating: PG-13

Director: Peyton Reed

Starring: Renée Zellweger, Ewan McGregor, Sarah Paulson, and David Hyde Pierce

Synopsis: Aspiring author, Barbara Novak, trades her small-town life for the Big Apple in order to promote her new book, "Down with Love." The book stirs up controversy with its message to help women achieve equality by saying no to love and yes to sex. When Catcher Block, resident playboy and New York's #1 journalist, is personally affected by this shift of the sexes, he plots to expose Barbara Novak as a fraud by getting her to fall in love with him.

Ewan Review: Ewan plays the character Catcher Block. Catcher is famous for being THE socialite of New York City. Women want him, men want to be him, and he's highly respected in his field as a journalist. Yes, life is perfect for him...until Barbara Novak shows up out of the blue and turns society on its head! His pride and reliance on the status quo can't bear to see this happen. So, he does what any logical man would do: wage a battle of the sexes! Ewan surprisingly speaks in his Scottish accent for this role! He also speaks in a southern accent which isn't any good, but I'm going to give him a pass this time because of the context. He has two shirtless scenes and LOTS of kissing scenes. I'm talking straight up making out, y'all. There are sex jokes galore and he gets to make his fair share of them. He doesn't have any sex scenes but he does have an implied erection scene. Lastly, he has a stellar song and dance number. His acting performance is incredible. I also just want to add that he is outlandishly handsome in this movie. I don't know how to explain it, especially because he's handsome in practically all his roles. He's a naturally handsome guy, but the way his attractiveness was amplified ten-fold in this movie did not go unnoticed by me. Please tell me if you understand what I'm talking about.

Screentime Percentage: Ewan is on screen for a grand total of 47/102 minutes making his SP 46%.

To Ewan or not to Ewan: Is the movie worth watching for Ewan in general? 1000% YES! Is it worth watching in general? Yes!

Where to Watch: "Down with Love" is available for rent on Amazon Prime Video, YouTube, and Google Play Movies and TV. You can watch it for free on soap2day.

Closing Thoughts: This movie is an homage to the sex comedies of the 1960s and is played out like one. It takes place in 1962 and the way it transports the audience back to that time is nothing short of fantastic! The costumes, editing, set design, manner of speech, soundtrack, everything down to the last detail was dripping in nostalgia and it was a blast! I feel the need to stress though that this a SEX comedy. It's about sex. It's all the characters talk about, it's the driving force of the movie, and dirty jokes/sexual innuendos are the foundation of it. Just think it over before popping it in for family movie night.

#ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor characters #ewan mcgregor movie review #film review #movie review #emsp #ewan mcgregor screentime percentage #down with love #renee zellweger #catcher block #sarah paulson #romcom #swinging sixties #david hyde pierce

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pascallatte · 2 years ago

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Little Duck

Pairing/s:Pedro Pascal x actress!reader, Sarah Paulson x platonic!reader

Summary: The pair, Sarah Paulson and Pedro Pascal were asked about their close relationship with the rising star Y/N L/N

Date: October 2012

Warnings: y/n isn't here but is mentioned (not a warning but it needed to be stated), other than that no warnings.

A/n: hi this is the first point for this series, they are still friends here completely platonic, just had to build up the series before you know. Also, feel free to ask questions about the series and hopefully, you guys like this.

“ Hello everyone, we are here at the special red carpet event where dozens of artists from all over the country are coming together to enjoy such a great cause,” the female interviewer greeted the audience.

“ And it is with great honour, that I present to you our first pair on the red carpet, the one and only Sarah Paulson and Pedro Pascal.”

The camera zooms in on the pair before it follows them to the area where they were about to be interviewed.

Smiling to the camera the pair positioned themselves on the right of the interviewer and shook her hand.

“ Thank you both for talking with us, a while ago I said I’m gonna go and talk with the first pair that walks down that carpet before escaping and chugging down whatever’s in the drinks section,” The interviewer said that resulting in small laughs from the pair.

“ So uhm, what does it feel like to be the first ones to walk on this very special event tonight?” She then proceeded to ask them as the pair looked at each other.

“It’s pretty cool yeah like it’s an honour for us to start off this event as it has been highly anticipated in the past year,” Sarah softly said as she nudges Pedro to speak.

“Yeah it just makes us feel better than everybody else,” he casually states as the interviewer bursts out laughing.

“ Why did you both sign up for this, was it the attraction of last year’s special event or did you just get invited?” She asks

“For me, it was a little bit of both, but I mean-actually I wasn’t even supposed to be here Y/N was, but she got sick last minute so she called me and asked me to take her place,” Sarah nods towards the camera as she explained their situation.

“ Oh! That’s unfortunate,” the interviewer said as Pedro perked up and nodded.

“Yes, really unfortunate but we were kind of expecting that she would get sick after all those activities she’s done the past week, so she hasn’t really got time to rest.” Pedro then told the interviewer who looked like she was about to ask the reason for her sickness.

“And while we are on the topic of the Y/N L/N, I’m gonna take the chance to ask you what is your guys’ relationship with her, since you've been seen with her throughout the year, like when did it start? What made you guys add her to your little friend group?” She prodded as she looked at the pair.

The two burst out laughing as the past events filled their mind.

“ Yes, uhm we- rather I kind of adopted y/n back when we got cast together in the movie “Martha Marcy May Marlene", and at some point, we began to grow close and our bond really shook both our worlds.” Sarah shared their history with a large smile before pointing to Pedro who was standing there with a smile of his own.

“But this guy, only met her last January at my new year’s eve party but was seen with her too many times than I have been seen with her since last year,” she stated as a matter of fact as Pedro giggled at the memory.

Shocked the interviewer looked back and forth before composing themselves.

“Are you serious Pedro? I cannot believe that what you’re telling me is true. So, you just met y/n a few months back yet you two looked as if you’ve known each other for years. What can you tell me about this? Any story you can tell us?” The interviewer directed to Pedro who was seen shrugging with a fond look on his face.

“ Yes, uhm I- I mean y/n isn’t a hard person to know 'cause she’s like an open book and a very conversational person so you know as soon as we were introduced we just clicked and that lead to whatever you guys are seeing floating around now.”

“ Yeah, they clicked so much that they even hang out without me. IMAGINE THAT I, who introduced them to each other, was being left out. I sense a betrayal going on.” Sarah teased Pedro who started laughing as he rested his hands on her shoulders before kneeling down and begging for her forgiveness.

The interviewer laughed with them before asking a couple more questions about their future and current projects.

“So that is all for tonight, once again thank you Sarah and Pedro for your time and we’re hoping to see you guys soon and hopefully with y/n.” The interviewer closed up the interview.

“Ah yes thank you too, and we agree on the part that y/n needs to be here on our next red carpet.” Sarah pointed to the camera.

“ So little duck eat up and drink up, you are missing on a lot of fun, get well soon!!” Pedro screamed to the mic as the video slowly faded to black.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x actress!reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x platonic!reader

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ahsgirlblogger · 1 year ago

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Billie dean howard

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yourmomssidepiece · 7 months ago

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𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝑰𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔

#sarah paulson #nurse ratched #mildred ratched #american horror story #drama #trending #horror #she could be my personal nurse 😉#one of my favourite characters

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papitopascal · 1 year ago

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Soulmates aren’t always a romantic relationship 🥰

#pascalispunk #pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dave york #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales #triple frontier #i love pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #sarah paulson #oscar isaac #pedro pascal fandom #friendship #friends forever #friends for life

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crumbledcastle28 · 6 months ago

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Look at that ‘stache my god.

#congratulations sarah Paulson truly #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #pedro pascal corona #pedro pascal characters #pedrohub

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sugadolly · 1 year ago

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his smile can light up a whole country !

#oooh my sunshine it’s so nice to see you having fun <3 #this is the beyoncé effect lol he’s so happy ❣️#EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU SARAH PAULSON #pedro pascal #pedrito #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedro pascal characters #renaissance world tour #renaissance tour

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evan4ever · 2 years ago

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Vegas, baby

Part 4 — part 3 here

Warnings: pregnancy, social media

a/n: I tried researching and maybe I’m just not a pro at it but couldn’t find any of Evans personal friends names (feel like it’s that way for a reason or maybe I am just dumb 🤣 so I made up Joe 🤪 and just figured Sarah would be perfect for this situation 🥰) Also, please let me know if I missed any tags and let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list! I’m still learning how to do tumblr so I appreciate the patience and the support 🤍

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Evan’s POV

His phone was blowing up more than normal, but nothing that caused him to feel the need to look. He didn’t have any social media platforms but he still managed to get notifications regarding things on social media. Mostly texts. He simply checked them and would reply when he had time and lately he’d been very busy so in this particular time, he didn’t.

Evans life seemed so much more unproblematic since ridding himself of social media and that’s what he liked. He was already in so much spotlight that he felt he had no personal time for himself, and that everyone knew everything about him. Sometimes he felt like his life was not his own. It wasn’t that way so much anymore and he planned for it to stay like so.

He had gotten dressed this morning and was drinking a large cup of coffee, sugar and butter added, and he was sat at the large island in his home reading through his mail he’d received that morning. Mostly bills and such that he’d be able to pay from his phone. The outside world was currently dimmed through his ears not paying attention to anything, not even the constant buzzing of his phone, as odd as it was. He was in his own world.

“Peters” Joe walked in. He was a buddy of Evan’s who was visiting and staying with him. Evans eyes flickered up to him and shot him a smile.

“Coffee on the counter if you want some.” Evan stated then got back to reading. Joe stared at him for a moment, Evan hadn’t taken note of Joes shocked face and this only made Joe more nervous. He had read articles that came out this morning, obviously Evan hadn’t considering it was regarding him and some really big allegations. Though Evan caught on to Joe’s lack of movement and looked back up to him. This time he could see the torn look on Joe’s face causing Evan to lower the mail and sit himself upright in his spot.

“You good, buddy?” Evan chucked awkwardly at Joe’s behavior, raising his eyebrows to encourage him to say something.

“Um, yeah.. have you read any news this morning?” Joe questioned curiously, silently hoping Evan already read it and was coping calmly. But seeing Evan shake his head slowly, curiously, Joe sighed and silently cursed himself for being the one to drop this on him. He pulled his phone from his pocket and brought up his twitter feed, scrolling only a second before landing on the trending news article and opening it. He hesitated a moment silently preparing himself for Evan’s reaction, then swiftly handed the phone to Evan all while avoiding Evan’s curious and bit concerned eyes.

Evan slowly took the phone, his eyes still watching Joe before looking down to his screen and reading the name of the article:

‘ Does Evan Peter’s have a child he doesn’t know about? ‘

Evan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at just the headline, quickly looking up at Joe who still wasn’t looking at him though could sense his eyes on him, “just read it man”.

Evans eyes held themselves on Joe for a moment, then hesitantly lowered back to the article and he began reading it. All he thought the entire time was how could someone take something like this this far? He’s no stranger to fake and false stories airing but this one was too much. Claiming a pregnancy and it making the literal news? That was insanity. He wanted to throw the phone and break a few things, nearly shaking in anger at the lies he was reading. He didn’t recognize any names brought up, even yours. All he knew was that a fan was going above and beyond to get to him and he wasn’t going to stand for it.

Until his eyes landed on the video linked on the bottom of the article. He still didn’t recognize the name of the Tik Tok-er, but he clicked on the video to watch what was said that blew up this much. And that’s when his stomach dropped.

He saw you, the center of attention in the video, your stomach painfully obviously pregnant. He remembered you. And he remembered what the two of you did almost 9 months ago in Vegas. And that’s when everything made sense to him.

He rewatched the video a few times as if rewatching it would change the circumstances, make you not pregnant, make you someone he didn’t know so he could claim that it was in fact a lie. But each time rewatching it just confirmed everything the article had said.

He was about to have a child that he didn’t even know had been conceived.

Evan swallowed hard and finally shakily handed the phone back over to Joe who now was watching him. He was calm, it seemed. The opposite of what Joe had expected, though concerned more at his reaction. “You gotta tell me what’s going on, Peters.”

Evan shook his head at Joes words, his head dropping into his hands that rubbed over his face and rested in them while he nearly silently had a panic attack. He finally stood from the stool roughly, grabbing his phone and pushing past Joe who followed. He had to clear this up. Maybe you slept with someone else after him? Surely he wasn’t the only one. Even though he knew the possibility was real considering he had t slept with anyone since you. But you guys were supposed to keep it at just sex. You both made it very clear you were too busy for a relationship, let alone a fucking baby. He didn’t have time for this.

“Evan, man, what is up? Is it true? Where are you going?” Joe questioned as he followed behind Evan who made it to the front door before turning and looking at Joe to say something but no words coming out. Instead, Evan shook his head and swung his door open only to be met by Sarah (Paulson).

Evan was taken back by her standing in front of him giving her a confused look while she only held one that spoke of sincerity and concern. She was, concerned for her friend. She had read the article and she needed to talk to him herself.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were working.” Evan stated, avoiding the obvious answer that he knew. She only smiled softly to him.

“Can I come in?”

Evan sighed and stepped out of the way allowing her to enter, closing the door and turning half scared to face his reality when she’d get him to admit it. Sarah watched him for a moment, his eyes looking to hers then away, then back before down to the floor. She knew the allegations were true, he just confirmed it for her. Instead of scolding him like he’d been expecting, he was met with her arms pulling him into her into a gentle and sympathetic hug. He blinked a few times before he wrapped his arms around her and broke down.

Sarah rubbed his back as he sobbed into her, soothing her dear friend. It was a hard pill to swallow, she knew that. And he didn’t need a lecture, he needed a friend, a support system, he needed help.

Meanwhile Joe stood aside, confused at what was happening. Did this mean everything he read this morning was true?

“Joe?” Sarah spoke breaking him if his thoughts and looking to her, “would you be a doll and make some tea? Earl grey, add some honey.” She smiled and Joe nodded, turning and leaving them alone.

Finally Sarah pulled back enough to see Evan while he brought himself up and wiped the tears that fell. He felt like a baby, crying in front of his friend. But she understood and he knew he needed to let himself feel this. “Tell me what happened, Evan.”

Sarah’s soft and kind voice reassured Evan and after collecting himself, he sighed loudly. “I met her in Vegas earlier this year. January. She was… I mean come on. She was hot.” He groaned again, violently cursing himself now for not being smarter. “We were drunk. I wasn’t expecting to have sex and one thing led to another. We didn’t have any protection but I… you know.. I pulled out.” He cleared his throat awkwardly at talking about this with Sarah. But he needed to tell someone and he preferred it be her than anyone else. She only nodded and allowed him to continue. “We agreed it meant nothing. Just some drunk fun sex. We didn’t exchange numbers. I didn’t even get her last name, barely remembered her first. I didn’t think she’d get pregnant.”

“Do you know if she’s tried to reach you at all?” Sarah asked and Evan looked down trying to remember if he’d seen anything with her name, but not recalling anything.

“I mean if she did, she was pretty limited in ways to do it.” He realized that must be why he never knew. You quite literally would’ve had no ways to get ahold of him. And that made his heart ache a bit, for you. You’ve been doing this alone. You were probably so angry at him, hence the video and what must be your friends words. They were like an echo in his ear. He made it impossible for anyone who didn’t know him personally to be able to reach him and that made it impossible for you too, and this was important.

Sarah could see the realization in his expression and she knew it was hurting him. But he didn’t know it would happen, he had to protect his mental health and his privacy. He was doing what any celebrity would do by making it hard to reach them. It was the hardest part of the job. The fame and fortune was great, sure, but the amount of people who would go so far to try to get to celebrities was rough. Evan did what he needed.

“It’s okay, Evan. You didn’t know. That’s all there is to it.” Sarah took a deep breath and nodded, “but now you have to face it okay? I’d say probably in person.” She chuckled lightly, rubbing his arms as he stood with them by his side thinking about her words. She was right. But where did you live? That wasn’t exchanged either.

“I have to find her first.” He nodded and she smiled.

“I can help. Come on.” She held her hand on his back and he allowed her to lead them to the kitchen where Joe was still attempting to make tea like Sarah had asked. She shooed him away while he apologized only to be met with a “thank you for trying” and Sarah finishing it while Joe took a seat next to Evan.

“I did a little searching on her myself when I first read the article this morning. I found her Instagram. It’s y/instagram/name. Here.” She handed Evan her phone and allowed him to look you up, finding your profile and clicking on it.

There you were. He studied the images you had shared, so many baby bump pictures. He clicked and scrolled through reading each caption and scrolling more stopping on a selfie. He sighed and smiled lightly at the picture of you. You were so pretty. He was so mad at himself for not just getting over his busy schedule and getting your number. He could’ve made time for you. Especially had he known he got you pregnant. He didn’t mean to neglect what was partially his responsibility. And god, he hoped you’d forgive him.

“Have you messaged her?” He looked up to Sarah who shook her head no, looking back down and sighing. Would you believe it was him if he messaged you from Sarah’s account? Was that the smart thing to do? Or does he fly to wherever you were and come to you? “I don’t know how to go about this.” He sighed again, dropping her phone in the counter and resting his head in his hands again, something he tended to do when he was stressed.

“Would you like me to message her? I can talk to her, figure out how she prefers to? Girl to girl.” Sarah smiled and shrugged, Evan liking the idea. He slid her phone back to her and she picked it up and went straight to your DM, letting her fingers type out what her mind said was best to say.

‘ Hello, y/n. I’m sure this may come as a surprise to you, but I assure you I’m reaching out as a friend. Evan has no social media, as I’m sure you know by now. He’s allowing me to come to you first. We would like to know how you would feel about coming to you. This sort of news is pretty big and it would be best to talk in person. I hope you would agree. Please call me at this number — when you have a chance. I look forward to talking to you! Sarah ‘

Sarah handed the phone back to Evan to allow him to read it and once he approved, she sent the message your way.

“It’ll be good to remember that her phone is probably going crazy right now too, so give it some time. If she doesn’t respond by this afternoon, we’ll have your management reach her. We’ll get ahold of her one way or another, okay?” Evan sighed at the thought of his manager having to reach her. That always seems to make matters worse, seeming more angry on what is his part and he didn’t want it to turn that way for either of you. He wasn’t angry, he was sad and annoyed at the entire situation for sure, but never angry. He wanted to make this as smooth as possible for everyone. But, of course, he wanted to be in his child’s life, and he hoped you would too.

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Your POV

You could barely keep up with your notifications and your phone ringing like crazy. You were at your wits end, ready to throw your phone in the garbage and take it out. But Shay had come over and helped you through it. It was barely early afternoon and your face was all over social media and it caused your insecurities to grow. It didn’t help that the angry and bitter people were calling you names and pointing out your every flaw. It was overwhelming, to say the least. You couldn’t fight back the tears that finally managed to escape.

“Hey, stop that. Everything will be fine!” Shayla frowned when she saw your state, your head in your hands and the tears dropping from your cheeks. You shook your head not believing a word she was saying.

“This is exactly what I wanted to avoid!” You couldn’t help the glare that you sent her way. You knew she never intended for this to happen but it was her fault and you were angry about it. Shayla quickly looked down at her hands feeling your wrath towards her.

“I know.. I’m really sorry y/n. You know I never wanted to make things go wrong.” She picked at the skin around her nails avoiding your eyes that quickly closed as you took a breath and gathered yourself. Screaming at her would get you nowhere, you knew that much.

“I just don’t know what to do. Like..” you shook your head at your spinning mind, “like nothing feels right, you know? Nothing I say or do will make this right. I should’ve tried harder to reach him. I should’ve never even slept with him.” You chucked your phone with the last sentence, letting your anger get the best of you. You needed to throw something, you needed to be angry. Your phone clashed into your dresser with a loud thud and you groaned at the sound as if it hurt your ears. “I should’ve never slept with him.”

It was silent for a minute while Shayla let you have your moment of anger before walking over cautiously and picking up your phone that was now cracked. She looked at all the notifications, texts and missed calls and scrolled through them. You heard a gasp from her and looked up, seeing her hand over her mouth as she stood wide-eyed at your phone screen.

“God, what now? Another pissed of text? I’ve read them all.” You shook your head and rolled your eyes, letting yourself lay back in your bed as you rubbed your temples waiting for her reply that came quickly.

“Sarah Paulson.” Was all she said. You furrowed your eyebrows and shrugged.

“What about her? Did she post about me?” You scoffed at the thought but didn’t bother looking back to Shayla instead letting your head lay back down on your white comforter.

“No. No not at all!” The excitement in Shay’s voice made you curious, but still remained in your spot. “No y/n here! You have to read this! Seriously. She messaged you!”

“What did she say?” You couldn’t lie, you were worried that it was going to be a nasty message. You weren’t dumb, you knew she and Evan were friends. Why wouldn’t she defend her friend.

“Hereeee! Read it” she shoved the phone to you and stood in front of you at your bedside. You grabbed the phone and groaned, letting your eyes find the beginning and read over each word carefully, and it was honestly a weight that lifted off your chest. You felt like you could breathe again.

“Oh, thank you God” you closed your eyes in relief, hugging your cracked phone to your chest and letting your breathing even itself out. She wants to talk, she wants to meet up. “Wait,” you shot up and looked at Shayla, “what if she just being nice? What if she is helping Evan find a way to take my baby? They can’t do that right?”

“I… I don’t know. Look just, you just have to do it okay? I don’t know Evan but I would hope he’s not that kind of guy. You have to walk in there believing that. But you have to take her up on the help. I think it’s the only.” She nodded, rubbing your arm reassuringly. Your heart was pounding so hard and so fast, terrified at the thoughts that returned. You also hoped Evan wasn’t like that but how could you be sure? You had to be guarded, but you knew Shayla was right. With one last glance at Shayla, you pressed the number she sent in the message and your phone began ringing and you waited nervously for the woman to pick up.

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