do you ever look at a man and think i need you in the most disgusting, vile, pathetic, animalistic, disturbing, vulgar and morally questionable way possible
sometimes i catch myself wondering how pedro pascal’s fandom can run utterly rampant with racism. whether it be subtle racism like only including white, thin, able bodied people in your mood boards, or more in-your-face racism like using the confederate flag in a fic as a set piece and carrying on to defend it, one must wonder just how we got here when this fandom belongs to a latino refugee who is such an activist.
and the answer? people are comfortable with fetishizing us. people want to fuck us. they see us as the promiscuous latinos. while deportations rage, i scroll and see videos of white men holding signs that say “DONT DEPORT BIG BOOTY LATINAS”. our worth to white people is not our culture, not our contributions, it is our value as a sex object. is the same reason i was uncomfortable when the golden globes host last year said that everyone was horny for pedro pascal. the same reason the daddy “jokes” got so far out of hand.
it doesn’t matter what we do. right now, society regards us — the migrant workers, the construction workers, even your doctors — not as people, but what we offer to society. our contributions go under appreciated. we are reduced to our bodies and what they can do to make others feel good. it is disgusting what the world has done to dehumanize us. and it will keep going. keep going, keep going. im at a point where i feel at a loss. please evaluate why youre in this fandom, interrogate yourself and stand with us.
people are comfortable with fetishizing us. people want to fuck us. they see us as the promiscuous latinos. while deportations rage, i scroll and see videos of white men holding signs that say “DONT DEPORT BIG BOOTY LATINAS”. our worth to white people is not our culture, not our contributions, it is our value as a sex object.
Using hate symbols in your fics is NOT okay. I don’t care what your reasoning is, it does not add to the story like you think it does. Especially when a character portrayed by Pedro is the one with said hate symbol (really sit with this).
In the time of fascism on full fucking display, we cannot let racist, sexist, transphobic BIGOTRY fly by. Call it out. Especially those of us (me included) who are white and our fellow marginalized friends are being flooded with hate speech in their asks. These troglodytes are too comfortable being racist assholes, let’s make it uncomfortable for them.
Pairing: Professor Reed Richards x f!reader
Rating: +18, NSFW, MDNI
Words count: 430
Summary: You get fucked against the blackboard by your hottest professor.
Tags/Warning: implied legal but unspecified age gap, reader is a menace, cheating (Mr Richards is married), POV second person, no use of y/n, unprotected p in v, a dash of oral sex and nipples play, slurs, panties ripping, swearing, a reference to physics. (Look, I had terrible grades in physics in high school, I tried lol), it obviously has no connection to the plot of the film, in this one Reed Richards is a professor with a chair at Harvard and chalk is definitely more “poetic” than markers. I’m not a Marvel fan, I’m just trying to have some pwp, please don't come @ me 💀
A/N: We've all seen the pics and teasers and gifs, right? This is totally self indulgent, I wrote it because I couldn't get the image of him writing on the board out of my head. No proofreading, no beta, English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.
Thanks to anyone who will read this!
Masterlist
You loved the way you broke him. Lured him into your web to do exactly what you wanted.
You loved it.
The way he yanked at your bra, exposing your boobs, the way his hands were still chalky and leaving white marks all over you, his scruffy beard pinching your skin, his voice vibrating over your tits as he swirled his tongue over your nipples.
“You wanted this huh?”
“Yes.” you cried.
You wanted exactly that when you pretended you didn't understand anything about physics.
Your skirt rolled up over your hips, his face between your thighs, his tongue lapping incessantly between your folds, up to your clit.
He stood up, his forearms muscularly sticking out of the rolled-up sleeves, wrapping around your waist, pushing you against the blackboard.
He stopped to undo his pants and kick them off.
Back on you, he squeezed your ass, coming down on your thigh, pulling up your leg to get a better grip.
"You know I'm married"
"Yes" you whined, looking at him honeyed.
"And you still flirted like a bitch in heat" he angrily muttered.
Of course you did.
You did it every day since you started his class, battling your eyelashes, biting your lower lips, asking for tutoring about everything like you were admitted at Harvard by a fortuitous twist of fate, wearing the sluttiest tops and skirts you owned, marveling at the grey in his hair, telling him it suited him so well, while he tried to explain physics to you maintaining a professional tone.
"You couldn't wait to drag me into this mess, could you?" he snarled on your neck, sucking on your pulse point.
He clutched your panties in his fist and teared them like paper tissues.
"I want you so bad" you purred, burying your fingers in his curls at the base of his neck, encircling his waist with your leg, rocking your naked pussy against his still-clothed cock.
"Fuck me, Mr Richards"
He pulled down his boxers just enough to free his cock, and entered you with one thrust.
"Fuck" he cursed "you're soaked, you hungry slut."
You didn't respond; your pussy clutched tightly on his cock, you moaned as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into you, in a frantic rhythm, making your whole body and the blackboard just on the wall behind you vibrate.
Small drops of sweat beaded his forehead, his hair now completely disheveled under the work of your hands, the fabric of his pristine white shirt crumpled as it repeatedly banged against your hard nipples.
You came right there, whimpering and quivering in an empty university classroom where every day he lectured you.
Your lust for him was irreversible, as in the second law of thermodynamics that you had pretended not to understand that day.
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