#pascal's hubby

[orodaeh]

Just old pics of Pedro making me go FERALLLLLLL. DON'T LOOK at ME like that PEDRO...

Picture by kate on Pinterest

[ohhoneypascal]

Watermelon Sugar | Husband!Frankie Morales x Wife!Reader

Summary: Frankie just wants to appreciate his wife’s orgasm, to the point it’s inspired by watermelon sugar by harry styles. He just wants to be a good husband and give his wife the best pleasure as possible.

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, Frankie Morales being the pussy eating king, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral sex female receiving, (breeding kink if you squint), good girl, Frankie adoring his wife.

word count: 1.8k

Shout out to @kodaswrld for the perfect divider that goes well with this🫶🏻

With it being an ordinary Friday afternoon, doing a spring clean of the house and making it comfortable when your husband would return home was always on your priority, especially as you truly loved him and wanted to make him feel happy at home, especially after a hard day of work.

So with that being said, crouched down and with your body fully leaning into the kitchen cupboard below while singing your little heart out to Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles as it was a song that you had come to enjoy, especially after finding out the meaning of this song, mind you, while you were too busy stuck in the zone of cleaning you didn’t hear your husband, Frankie Morales, walking in. Frankie stood there leaning up against the door frame clearly enjoying the view of his wife but determined not to make a noise just yet so he could hear her singing that song she had constantly played out. 

With a slight gruffness to his voice, Frankie had spoken out… “You and that song, keep playing it; you’ll get bored.” Smiling as his wife moved out from the cupboard that she was cleaning out. Now standing up clearly delighted with the view of seeing her husband, she had replied. “Can you blame me when it’s about a man appreciating a woman’s orgasm and needs?”

Frankie walked over, removing his sweaty cap that he’d been wearing throughout most of the day placing it on the counter so he could wrap his arms around her waist and leaning in closer to give a quick kiss on her lips.

“Oh, trust me, I appreciate your orgasm, especially when I know how to keep my girl satisfied and happy. That’s all that matters to me… say, sweetheart, I know you do deserve the sweetness in life.”

Feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, playfully slapping Frankie’s arm. “Okay, smooth talker, I’m happy to know you enjoy keeping me satisfied…” There’s that blush on her cheeks, something Frankie clearly enjoyed seeing. “Can’t blame me, though. I want to keep my precious wife satisfied in life, and if that means eating my girl out properly till the point I know how she already tastes, I’d say I’m doing well in life.” 

Something satisfied him deep down knowing how she’d be a loss of words, know how she couldn’t properly comprehend a sentence. 

“Sweetheart, we could always take this to our bedroom instead of you finishing up with cleaning. how about I satisfy my girl?— I can just tell by the way you keep squeezing those gorgeous thighs of yours that I’m making you wet?” 

One word, tease. He was a fucking tease. He knew what he was doing, and it was working. You could feel how soaked your panties were, and of course, you had to oblige, being a good wife and letting your husband eat you out senselessly and give you countless amazing orgasms.

So that’s exactly what you did. You let your husband take you by the hand and guide you up to your shared bedroom, allowing him to gently push back onto the mattress. While he got on top of you, kissing your lips and making you feel needy for him. Pulling back and looking into his gorgeous brown doe eyes.

“Stop teasing me, and get on with it I’m aching down here.” You said with a soft pout, looking at Frankie while he gave you his cheeky grin. 

“Alright alright sweetheart” Frankie lowered him self in between your legs, gripping on to the fabric of her shorts, softly caressing her thighs and looking into her eyes, “Sweetheart, you look perfect sprawled out. Makes me excited just knowing I’ll get to taste you.”

Running your hand through his soft curls, looking down at him with a smile on your face. “You have a way with words…” You say as Frankie kisses your inner thigh, giving it a little nip at the same time… he works his way to remove her shorts and panties… cooing at the sight of her. “Baby, I’ve hardly touched you, and you’re already soaking for me… I just know my girl is gonna taste so good for me.”  

Frankie started off by beginning to rub around your clit. his other hand was placed on your knee, keeping your legs from potentially closing.

“Mm Fuck Frankie… Baby”

He kept at it, his thumb creating slow circle motions. Frankie was too good at knowing the exact way to stimulate you. Seeing you whimper and get all excited pleased him. At the end of the day, he just wanted to make his girl happy and enjoy her orgasm. 

moaning out his name in hushed whispers, fidgeting with your legs—but of course, you were unable to draw them closer. He then inserted one of his fingers into you, easily drawing it slowly back and forth. 

“Ohh, Frankie,” biting down on your lip, he grinned a bit more, gazing up at you. He added in a second, resulting in a moan from you. He could feel you tightening up around him.

“That’s it, sweetheart, nice and tight.”

You let out a delicate moan, Frankie continuing to finger you. You squirmed in his grasp as his fingers rubbed against your walls. You turned away with your arms covering your face, a heat spreading across your body. “Don’t go shy on me, baby. I love seeing you like this. Guess watermelon sugar is your favourite song. As you said, a man should appreciate his girl’s orgasm, and that’s exactly what I tend to do for you.”

You looked so beautiful to him and aroused him. He wanted to praise you for it, seeing his fingers completely coated in your fluids. He was now extremely compelled to get a taste.

Frankie lowered down between your thighs, his lips leaving small kisses on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, nearing your wet pussy. both hands of his wrapped around your thighs, his fingers leaving your heat, now getting replaced instead with his mouth. 

"ah..." you whined. "..frankie.."

Your back arched in response to his mouth clamping down on you, his tongue gliding along your clit. it laid flat, fully enveloping it. He sucked, licking up against your entrance and folds, swallowing and lapping up any slick from beforehand.

Your fingers encircled his brown, curly hair, gripping at his hair in pure pleasure. You groaned at the feeling of his mouth suckling on your cunt.

A string of moaning and slurred whines of his name was to be heard as you buckled your hips up into his mouth. You tugged his hair harder. Frankie pulled away slight, looking at her.

You appearing so helpless added to Frankie’s arousal. He couldn't neglect himself for much longer at this point.

With one last lick, he straightened back up, looking down at the mess before him. You were dripping, watching as a small stream of cum ran down your entrance. You were twitching, head disoriented, and he hadn't even fucked you yet.

Either way, you were going to have to take him.

Eyes half open, you watched him draw out his stiffened dick from his sweatpants. 

“Someone’s hard” Grinning up at him.

“Baby can you blame when I got such a Devine wife like you?” Frankie practically licked his lips at the sight of you. 

He dragged his tip along your folds at first, making you quiver, before positioning himself at your entrance. 

He gave a smirk before pushing himself in, seeing the cocky smile slowly fade into an agape mouth. He entered you, steadily stretching out your walls.

"fuck..." Your cunt tightly hugged around his cock, a wave washing over him. 

"shit...you feel so good, baby," 

he began moving, holding your hips in place, seeing you didn't have to adjust.

Your legs squeezed together, feeling your pussy pulsate around his cock. 

“Hey," he paused in motion. 

Frankie shoved them apart once again. “Keep your legs apart, babe. I want to see your pretty cunt take me." He leaned forwards, just hovering above you. 

“Understand?" His thumb caressed your bottom lip, your eyes making direct contact.

“Mhmm.." you sounded in response, though you were being whiny. You badly wanted him to start moving again.

He thrust forward, this time with a lot more force. You gasped, the unexpected movement hitting you like a truck. 

Frankie continued, pounding small moans out of you with each thrust. Your legs were tempted to close up again from the sensation, but you restrained yourself. He smirked, watching you squirm. Though you ached, you managed to keep apart for him.

"good girl." 

Heat and pleasure intensely grew inside your heart as you gazed up at him, having yet to break eye contact.

“Such a good girl for me," his fingers dug deeper into your skin, each pound getting harder with thrust. He needed more out of you.

"s-shit.." you panted out, eyes rolled back feeling the drive of each thrust into your salivating pussy. It felt too good. You could hear every squelch it made from fucking his dick.

Frankie threw his head back, growling. His hair fell backwards. "fuck, sweetheart," he hissed, knowing he was soon to cum. he couldn't last much longer after looking atyou. “You look so good like this—with my cock deep inside you."

Your cries became louder, lewder, as you neared your  high as well, including the clap of skin hastily slapping together. Frankie liked to constantly praise you, but that didn't mean he was ever gentle with you. His words might be nice, but it never correlated with his body, him always fucking the shit out of you.

You were unable to close your mouth even for a second, your eyes welling up with pleasure-filled tears. You didn't even have to worry about keeping your legs apart anymore since they went numb. 

You heard him growl as you could feel his cock twitch inside you. This would be one of his last thrusts, and you'd be correct. 

"fuck baby...i'm gonna cum-" he breathily grunts before speaking again “Bout time I put a baby in you…” big hands hugged your waist, making sure you took each thrust. 

"feel good?" he rasped.

"y-yes- ah!"

you squealed, a flood of butterflies erupted from your heat. his hand had reached over and began to stimulate your clit. that threw you over the edge. your hips buckled wildly, legs start to tremble from your orgasm nearing. Frankie did not stop for a second, continuing to listen to your pretty cries and moans as he fucked you to your orgasm.

With a final cry out, you finally went limp as the high shook your entire body for a good few seconds. Breathing heavily on top of you Frankie leaves kisses on your lips. “Oh sweetheart you did amazing… My girl.” Frankie smiles looking at his beautiful wife before pulling out and grinning as he saw his cum leak out.

“You know… Maybe watermelon sugar is a good song after all baby.” 

Before leaving another kiss on your lips.. “I love you sweetheart.”

[musings-of-a-rose]

This is older Marcus Moreno. I will not be taking questions.

[baronessvonglitter]

Baby Daddy

best friend's husband!Dave York x married and fertile! f!Reader | wc: 1.5K

Summary: you and your husband have been trying for a baby, with no success. Then his good friend Dave offers assistance.

(AKA you're on some hormones that make you super horny and Dave pretty much takes advantage of that)

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, slight D/S tones, forced pregnancy (though reader is already trying for a baby), infidelity (Dave and reader), slight sex pollen, reader is late 30s/early 40s but feel free to use your imagination, unprotected piv sex, pregnancy kink, creampie, use of hormones to get pregnant, some talk of infertility

Author's Note: I wrote this for those of us of a certain age who are not often represented in fanfics but as stated above please do use your imagination, there's no gatekeeping here ❤️ Naturally I wrote this while I was ovulating and suuupppeerr feral. I don't want to have any more kids but if Dave was insistent upon it I might just let him 🫢

DAVE YORK MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST

You and your husband's Saturday nights are usually spent with Carol and Dave, your friend from high school and your husband's friend from work, respectively. Mostly you have dinner at your house or theirs, followed with wine and a movie after. Tonight's not any different, except Carol looks at you funny when you politely refuse a glass of pinot grigio.

"Might as well tell them, honey," you husband Jim is all smiles as he addresses the table. "We're trying for a baby," he announces proudly.

You smile but it's masking your discomposure. "Honey I thought we were going to wait until I'm actually pregnant to tell everyone," you say under your breath.

Carol's face is illuminated with joy as she reaches over the dinner table to grab your hand. "That is such wonderful news! Isn't that such good news, babe?" she asks Dave.

Dave eyes both you and your husband, and there’s a mysterious little smile that curves across his lips. “That is great news.”

Jim continues, “She’s on trial pharmaceutical hormones right now, so hopefully it’ll work for us and we’ll be parents soon,” he says excitedly. You manage to be more reserved about it, though your heart rate does speed up when you notice Dave’s eyes on you longer than usual.

After dinner you offer to help tidy up while Jim and Carol start the movie. Really it’s just an excuse to be by yourself for a moment, but then Dave joins you, pouring himself a glass of scotch.

“Are you excited about trying for a baby?” he asks so casually.

In the years you’ve known him, he’s never spoken to you about personal things very often. “Yeah, I am,” you smile at him from the sink.

“How long have you and Jim been.. trying?”

It’s possible this is a normal question coming from a curious friend, but there’s always been something about Dave that gives off the impression that he’s anything but.

“Almost a year,” you answer.

“That’s a long time. Do you try pretty frequently?”

You make a sound of surprise, turning to fully face him. “That’s inappropriate.”

He puts his hands up. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He approaches you slowly. “I just meant it must be frustrating, putting in all that hard, fun work only to have your hopes dashed when you see blood the very next month.”

You’re rooted to the spot, knowing you should turn to leave and join the others, but it’s also intriguing, the way he speaks to you. “The new hormones are going to be a tremendous help,” you manage to say.

“Hmm. I bet you’re feeling all kinds of new things with these hormones.. even earlier at dinner I could tell.. you’ve got this unmistakable scent coming off you.. you’re probably ripe for someone to put a baby in you right now.” He towers over you, eyes roving your body in its feminine floral dress before his hands follow suit, gently tracing the outline of your curves. “You’d look so hot pregnant.. your hips getting wider, breasts getting bigger.. and it all starts with this.,” his hand sneaks under your skirt, skims along your inner thigh and finds your heat, evident through your cotton panties. “If your husband isn’t doing the job, why don’t I step in?”

“Dave,” you whisper, “Carol’s my best friend. I can’t..” but it feels too good and damn it he’s right: the hormones have given your libido a big boost. You take his hand and guide his fingers into your slick center. You both gasp quietly as he starts to stroke you with two fingers, then three when he sees you can take it. His lips trace delicately over your neck, just above your pulse point. Jesus, if his fingers fill you up this good, just imagine what he can do with that cock. “Fuck me,” you whisper.

“Are you sure?” His eyes are dark but there’s a kind of mirth there.

“Shut up Dave, just take me home.”

After making your excuse to Carol and Jim that you’re feeling unwell, Dave “offers” to walk you home, which is how you end up across the street, upstairs in the room you share with your husband. He’s relentless as he kisses you with soft mouth and playful tongue. You fumble together towards the bed, working in tandem to get each other's clothes off as quickly as possible. There's urgency in everything you do, even your breathing is heavy and erratic. Your dress goes over your head; you pull off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. Layers are pulled away until skin meets skin and at last he pulls your panties off, smirking to find them absolutely soaked. You lean over the bed, looking over your shoulder at him.

"Is this how Jim usually likes it?" Dave asks, running his hand admiringly over the curve of your ass.

You blush at the sudden random evaluation of your married sex life. "Well.. yes.."

Dave shakes his head, a little smile forming on his lips as he turns you around and lays you across the bed. "I want to see the look on your face when you cum." With that, he slides into you, relishing your expression as he fills you completely. Your legs wrap around his hips and your arms wrap around his neck, all while your bodies move in perfect harmony. "He doesn't fuck you very often, does he?" Dave whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine. "I can tell, the way your pussy is gripping me so tight, like you haven't been fucked in weeks.."

You start a smart comeback but it's impossible to think when he's moving against you like he's fucked you hundreds of times before. Jesus, no wonder Carol's always happy. Her husband's well-endowed and knows how to use it.

The sounds of your combined moans becomes rhythmic, Dave's body strong and powerful yet gentle with you. The bedsprings creak beneath your weight, skin smacks on skin, hands grab everywhere they can, lips meet heated flesh, words of lust become sighs and half-uttered phrases. When you come you clench around him, fingernails digging into his skin as a great wave of pleasure and relief flows through you and you cry out. Dave's eyes are on you, barely registering the slight pain of your nails in his back, feeling how you milk him with your greedy little pussy, and his body tenses against yours, his movements become faster and faster as he fucks you during your orgasm. You barely have time to come down before he starts you up again. You moan "Yes!" over and over, hips meeting every one of his frenzied thrusts. Dave looks smug and self-righteous watching you come for the second time. It's not until you feel him swell and pulse inside you that you panic. "Dave, don't!..." but it's too late. You feel several warm bursts when he presses deep against you. To your shock your body reacts eagerly, milking his cock for every drop he has to give. All this happens with your gaze locked on one another's, and as you pale with the realization of what you've just done, Dave only smirks and pushes forward one more time.

You gasp. "Dave, you weren't supposed to-"

"Quiet now. Lay still and keep your hips elevated. Wouldn't want all my hard work to go to waste." He disengages from you, taking a moment to watch his seed spilling out of you and he gently presses it back in. "Not a drop," he says, and gets up to get dressed.

Still in shock, you do as he says, body still reeling from the aftermath of the intense fucking he's just given you. "Don't.. don't tell Jim about this. Or Carol." A massive wave of guilt washes over you knowing you've been unfaithful to your husband and to your oldest, best friend.

"I won't say a word," Dave promises. "I have no doubt Carol would hate you forever and Jim.. well, Jim would be heartbroken. He's not exactly a fighter," he smirks. "And I'll tell you something else." He sits next to you on the bed, admiring the messy state of your hair, your flushed skin. "Jim's a good guy and a good friend. He deserves better than a wife who betrays him like this."

Anger replaces your trepidation and you push him away. "You're an asshole. Get out!"

He looks amused by all this, rather than shamed or defeated as a normal person would. "I'll be seeing you around, sweetheart. We're friends with each other's spouses. It's inevitable." He leans towards you and brushes his thumb against your cheek. "If this time doesn't take - which I doubt it won't - I'm happy to help out again."

Twelve weeks later Jim makes the happy announcement that you're expecting, after having tried for so long you've finally received a miracle. You manage to look contented and cheerful as your friends and family gather to celebrate the amazing news. Carol dotes over you, making sure you don't strain yourself for the baby's sake. You meet eyes with Dave, who's across the room watching you, a brazen little smirk on his face. He lifts his brow as if to ask the question you know he wants to ask, and all you can do is give a little nod.

divider by @enchanthings 👑

[guelyury]

Sad Din -my tin can hubby- Djarin

[luvrxbunny]

AAAAAAHHHHH

[kirsteng42]

Pedro’s loose swinging arms are adorable!!!! I miss Din so much……

idk why this is so cute to me

[sepherinaspoppies]

guys Pedro Pascal with a mullet is REALLY doing it for me idk about the rest of y'all 😭🥵

[musings-of-a-rose]

Listening to my husband and nearly 5 year old playing with toys and they're both doing the LA Pedro SNL voice and I just hope Pedro knows what a huge impact he's had on everyone.

[simm-mouse]

Remake of this old drawing I made almost a year ago

Bonus:

Their night time routine

Bro, I'm not joking they literally do this every night in my game. Like you horny bitches need to chill, read books while you both are in bed together. They go from 0 to 100 real fast💀💀

[jobean12-blog]

These Hands

Pairing: Husband!Joel Miller x reader

Word Count: 715

Summary: Just a soft moment after Joel returns from patrol (safe and sound!)

Author's Note: This is just because I love this man's hands and fingers and everything about him. I'm also continuing to live in my bubble where everything is fine...come sit, there's plenty of room. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

PS I know the gif below is Clint but I feel like he gives Hubby!Joel vibes too :D

Warnings: it's soft and sweet and vulnerable and slightly spicy at the end.

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

There’s something quiet and aching in the stillness of the room. The wood carvings, littered along his desk, curl in the sunlight that pours through the window and the dust dances through the glowing rays. His flannel slips over you like a memory, weightless, yet impossibly full of his touch, of the smell of earth and spice. You clutch the fabric tighter, fingers knotting in the threads as a breeze outside stirs the cherry blossoms and scatters the petals like the passing minutes.

Time moves so slowly when you wait.

It’s the worst part.

Scuffled footsteps wake you from your half-sleep and your eyes focus just in time to see his broad frame fill the sunlit doorway of the bedroom. You rush into his waiting arms, pressing your face to his chest and running your hands along his arms. You lift your eyes and take him in, noting the hint of a smile that lines his eyes.

“You’re ok?”

He nods and presses his warm palms against your cheeks, tilting your head to bring your lips to his.

“I��m ok darlin’,” he whispers before the kiss.

You part only when the backs of your knees hit the bed frame, grasping his biceps to steady yourself. He releases your face and trails a hand down along the buttons of his shirt you’re wearing.

“I was wondering where this one went,” he smiles.

It’s then that you notice the dried blood caking his fingers and his swollen knuckles. You take his hands in yours and turn them over, searching for any more injuries.

“I should have washed them first,” he says quietly.

You kiss his palms and then reach around his back to pull his gun from where it’s tucked into his belt and sit him on the bed before walking into the bathroom to get a wet cloth. Standing between his spread legs you take the cuffs of his shirt and fold them, rolling them up until his corded forearms are exposed. Then you start with his left hand and gently wipe it clean, focusing first on his fingernails and then each long finger attached.

“I love your hands,” you whisper, reverently tracing every inch.

He looks up at you, his brow furrowed, and his lips turned down.

“Even though you know what they’ve done…what they’re capable of.”

You drag the cloth over his knuckles, spending extra time on the plain gold band around his left finger, wiping it until it shines.

“If you mean they’ve protected me, loved me…saved me.”

You take his wrist between your fingers and lift his hand to your mouth, kissing each fingertip and then his knuckles before placing your cheek in palm.

He brushes his calloused thumb along your bottom lip.

“Honest to god, darlin.’ If one of these fuckers doesn’t kill me first, the way you make me feel might.”

You suck in the slightest breath of air, your lips parting when he smooths his hand down your throat and brushes the skin near the open collar of his shirt. His fingers stop at the first small button, managing, albeit slowly, to undo it. His breathing accelerates with every inch of skin he reveals, his thick fingers stumbling through button after button until the material is parted. He lets his knuckles ghost over the sliver of skin between the fabric, sending a shiver across your skin.

With a gentleness only meant for you he slips his hands into the sides of the shirt, grasping your waist and tugging you into his lap until you’re thighs rest on either side of his.

Rough fingertips trail upward, moving the material from your skin until he reaches your shoulder and traces the curve of it, pushing the shirt away. Your skin pebbles under his touch and he sucks in a curse through gritted teeth. He leans forward as he pushes the rest of the shirt from your body, heated eyes roaming over your skin before he presses his lips between your breasts.

Your hands dig into his hair, the soft curls sliding softly between your fingers before you tug, demanding more of his mouth.

“How do you want me baby?” he whispers against your lips.

“Any way. Every way,” you breathe out, holding his gaze and pressing your body into his touch.

[pattwtf]

@alwaysmicado husbands being husbands

sweet revenge

[mrs-pedro-pascal]

Hi!!! This is my first Pedro fic so please don’t come for me too hard (that’s what she said)

Masterlist 🎀

Swerve

(This photo makes me go feral)

Pedro Pascal X afab!reader

Summary: After Pedro finds out what ‘swerving’ is, he decides to try it on his unspecting wife while in the middle of a late night makeout.

Warning: some smutty behavior (Pedro is referred to as daddy) (18+), cursing, fem presenting reader, Pedro being a handsome and respectful hubby, sickly sweet fluff

Enjoy!!!

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“God, baby, I’ve missed you so much.” Pedro groans into your mouth, just before slipping his tongue past you swollen, wet lips. Pedro had been gone so much in the last year with filming for Gladiator, The Wild Robot, and Fantastic Four, you barely ever got to have any alone time with your husband of two years. That was until tonight when he decided to fly home from Los Angeles to surprise you.

You were sat on your living room couch watching a movie in your your favorite nighty (it really wasn’t your favorite until Pedro said how much he loved it, then you wore it all the time) when out of the blue you heard your front door opening. “Honey, I’m home!” He cried from the door way. ‘P?!’ You jumped up faster than the speed of light and ran into your husband’s arms. He picked you up by the waist and spun you around like a scene straight out of a rom-com. “Oh, my babygirl! I’ve missed you like crazy, princess!” He whispered excitedly in your ear. Hearing his voice in real life and not over a video call for the former time in six months made your heart swell with happiness. He was finally back where he should be, in your embrace.

And you definitely weren’t complaining about him being gone for so long once you found yourself in his lap, lips locked, and his shirt long forgotten. “Please, never leave me again…” you moan between long kisses. His lips seemed softer than usual, his chest stronger, his hands rougher with you. You loved it. “You miss daddy?” His grip on your hips tightened. You pulled back in surprise. He never seemed to have an interest in that name before, in fact, it seemed like he really hated it. Even when you called him daddy as a joke, he would fake gag and tell you to never call him that because it was ‘icky.’ Yet here he was, lips pink and swollen, arms tight around your body in a death grip, pupils blown, and hair messy referring to myself as ‘daddy.’

Not being able to hold back any longer, you quickly leaned down with the intention of your lips landing on his, but instead they landed on the soft fabric of your plush cream colored couch. In shock, you slowly lifted up so find a big smirk on your husband’s face and giggles escaping his lips. “Did you just… did you just fucking swerve me?” His little giggles became belly laughs. He seemed pretty fucking pleased with himself and his little joke, until you stood from his lap and started walking to your shared bedroom.

“Baby, I was just playing!”

“You’re sleeping on the couch!!!”

[sanarsi]

sanarsi’s 2024 favs

I wanted to say at the beginning that this year was an incredible metamorphosis for me, full of happiness and tears but there were definitely more good moments! I’ve been here for less than half a year and honestly? I’ve fallen in love with this fandom. You’re wonderful, I haven’t met such nice people on the internet in a long time who offer so much support. I can’t even describe how grateful I am for the interactions with you and I hope for even more next year!

Someone told me that I should start appreciating my work so that’s what I’m going to do so thank you @iamasaddie @evolnoomym and @gothcsz for the tags. Love you so much!

Adventure here is a great way to spend my free time, and I hope that with time I will be better at this little hobby of mine to give you even more stories that will be more and more emotional and hot! I don’t have many works and they are all fanfics so I’ll try to choose just a few :)

One Shots

Euphoria with prof Joelllll love that protective man

Okay so actually I really like this shot, I spent some time on it and surprisingly I wrote it faster than much shorter ones. It didn’t have any corrections like most of my works, so it has some mistakes, but I’m determined to improve all of them. I like this vibe and the fact that it’s long enough to get lost in it.

Sweet treat DDDNE obsessed Joel? gimme

Over time I discovered that I was really into that dark topics??? idk but I really enjoyed writing this sick side of my lovely man. I want him to be as fucked up as possible hihi

Cheri Cheri Lady love step daddy vibes with Reed

Something about this man awakens the wild animal in me. I love him and the fact that he will be a wonderful exemplary man only to do all the nasty things with us later. Ughhh gimme that man right now.

Flying days and nights angst with my sweet boy Dieter

This one was wonderful and I discovered that I really like writing angst. I like to come back to it sometimes to give myself some hope in shitty moments. It’s just so neutral but pleasant to read. Really like this one!

Controversially young girlfriend tlou old Joel? don’t need anything else

This has become a classic in some way? One of my first works that gained huge reach which delights me. I fell in love with him and that’s exactly how I’d want him — not caring about the opinions of others and loving me more than life itself, gentle and tender.

Goddess with hubby Oberyn ahhh

That’s exactly how I imagine his love. I love these sweet and emotional shots because sometimes I need a shot of tenderness especially from a man like him.

Hunter/Prey and my faveee dark Dinnnn

I remember that I really liked this shot but it’s probably because I have a soft spot for this masked man. Not to say anything but…. I would do anything for him. Like— ANYTHING.

And I think that’s it? I would like to give more but in other works I know I could give more and I will because I really like most of the ideas I came up with and I know that they just need a little more attention to refine them so that they can come back to you better.

Lovely Moots

I would like to tag everyone, unfortunately tumblr won’t let me but know that I love and appreciate you all. I’ve chosen a few people who have really made my time on this app more enjoyable and I want you to know that I love interacting with you and reading your works. I’ve never seen so many talented people. Yall deserves everything and even more 🫶🏼

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Was feeling stressed out, so I chilled for a couple of hours today drawing a page of tiny characters (and listening to music, of course.) This is a mix of OCs and familiar characters; from top to bottom, left to right, here is the list:

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Jack Kline

Tito Barvot-Gest

Som Barvot-Gest (Tito's hubby)

Merton Laughingshadow

Etienne

Cristante

Preston

Javier

Michael

Luna

Drythur Brightmane

Alarie Lioden

Xalia

Cloud Strife (attempted without reference, whoops...)

Garey Crosse

Sheppard Crosse (Garey's twin)

Lubella

Justicia Briggs

Seth

Orrow

Near

Matt

Mello

Light Yagami

L Lawliet

Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell

Trowa Barton

Quatre Reberba Winner

Chang Wufei

Hitomi Kanzaki

Van Fanel

Allen Schezar

Merle

Dilandau Albatou

Dryden Fassa

Millerna Aston

Folken Fanel

Tatsu

Miku

Masa

Tora

Lina Inverse

Gourry Gabriev

Zelgadis

Amelia Wil Tesla Seyruun

Xellos

Filia

Lanto

Jenny

Chaster

Tasuki

Chichiri

Pascal

Nora

Neal Moody

Landon

[sailingfireshipz]

13x06 download.

1. Carver waking up in somebody else bed, hungover, once again & almost late for shift AGAIN.... this man is slipping. For the life of me, I don't understand why they made Jake a series regular just to go in and deconstruct his character growth. I don't see the plot.

2. The way Stella kicked that man bed in 😂😂😂

3. Stella looking at Kelly when he says he'll take overhaul. She knows her hubby. She could see his wheels spinning.

4. I'm so happy Ritter actually witnessed the bird attacking Mouch. Mouch needed that validation 😭

5. Pascal questioning Stella about truck again is just so.... Not because I don't think he should be asking those questions but more so the tone & manner in which he does it is just so triggering for me. The difference in how he talks to Kidd vs. how he engages in a conversation with Kelly later in the episode is night & day.

5a. I feel bad for Stella. It's clear something is going on with Carver, but it seems like if she tells Pascal, he'll just flip it on her again like he did with Damon. Rock meet hard place. Stella's storyline this entire first half has been navigating mens bullshit instead of dealing with her backstory 😒 😑

6. Carvers "there will be no more screw ups" gave me whiplash because that sounds like something S11 Carver said MANY times

7. Tony has been crushing it! Keep giving the man more screen time.

8. Pascal conversation with Kelly... do we see how the tone & overall demeanor is different, relaxed, and not accusatory in nature 🙂 this continues to be problematic for me

9. I can't tell if Flynn is a good or bad guy... he sort of weirds me out

10. STELLARIDE has PARENTS written all over them in that Med scene. Like they finally got a babysitter to enjoy a night out & Kelly's dragging Stella to Med for a case 😆

11. Does anyone know what it was that Tori brought Carver & why would Kidd care? It looked like a knife?

11a. Tori's manipulation is insane. She has this man withdrawing & icing people out that have had his back in so many situations. Hope he doesn't burn all those bridges

12. Stella & Violet 👩‍🍳 💋 i want to hear more about that great dinner. Ugh!

13. "Severide, I'm starting to get the feeling you have a problem with authority." lmao, oh, you don't know much about our Severide, do you, chief?

14. Kelly immediately going to Stella. My ❤️

15. What i love about the Go home Carver scene is that Stella is not wavering when it comes to doing right by her rig & ultimately 51. She could have easily folded with the scrutiny coming from the chief, but NOPE! She's not dealing with the foolishness just to not be on his hit list! My Fearless Queen

16. Follow me here... What does Flynn do for a living? He said he got assigned a new case... the state trooper in the ghost gun case said the DA needed the evidence... hmmm idk

17. Kelllllly "My firehouse" Severide aaaahhhh I'm screaming. The way he had Pascal gagged

17a. Selfishly wishing Kelly would have defended Stella the way he just laid Pascal out about the case when Pascal called her a pain in the ass.....

18. Pascal telling Kelly that Bishop is prone to violence & doesn't make empty threats & the first words out of Kellys mouth was I'm in... Kelly, have we LEARNED nothing from S10-12 😭🥹🥹🥹

18a. Like damn at least talk to Stella (YOUR WIFE) first before readily offering yourself up as a target. What happened to we're a team!?

Loved this episode & excited for next week! Any thoughts, theories, or ramblings out there? Let me know i love it when we all discuss our different perspectives!