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Jonathan Bailey x Pedro Pascal Gun show?! 💪
i can make that happen
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making some progress with both the paper that's due tomorrow and chapter 8 of {services requested}
this ear infection has me on some gnarly antibiotics but ya gurl is persisting
love y'all, x.o dev
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Pedro and Lux
From Lux insta
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thinking about feral joel this morning
how he would be so overcome with pride and possessiveness, protecting you and keeping you safe puffing up his broad chest as he urges his horse to gallop back toward the gate after patrol
the heavy breaths that would fall from his plush lips, dampening the ends of his moustache as he thinks of you safe and content at home
his home, the one he chose when a new family arrived, the one he repaired and fixed up with his own two hands. sweating and bleeding, and working endless hours to make it what it is now- your safe space
he walks through the door now, boots stomping onto the bristly mat you braided together from dried weeds and old rope. he didn't dare track any mud or dirt into the cozy space, wanting it to be exactly what you preferred
he finds you in the back room, laundry piled high in a basket as you unload the washer, preparing to take it out back to hang on the lines he put up for you when you asked. he recalls the way your eyes tracked his every movement, the thrum of your pulse he could practically scent as he proved his worth once again for you
now though, you're all soft and sleepy, body draped in one of his shirts like a nightgown. his hands reach for you, just as his lips press hungrily to exposed shoulder where the collar stretches. the gasp you let out electrifies him, jolting him where he's already hard and aching for you between his legs
he bites down on the exposed skin, pulling a moan from deep in your chest as his hands grip you tight and pull you flush against him. thick fingers foxtrot down your belly, curling triumphantly around the hem of the shirt and press against the sweet wetness between your thighs
'fuck, darlin', you ain't got on any panties'
'l-laundry day' is your strangled answer as he begins to rub tight circles over that little bundle of nerves, feeling every shiver and shake of your body as he gives you one more thing you deserve, his attention focused solely on you. always, constantly, forever
when you cry out, it's because he's dipped them lower to curl and press deep inside. his voice joins the symphony of your shuddering pants and little whimpers of pleasure as he moans out at the feeling of you clenching tight around him, mind lost in the haze of how fucking unbelievable you feel every single time
it only takes a few thrusts before your body tenses with your release, heat lancing through. it's only a few moments of suspended bliss before you feel the hard slide of him between your folds. he grunts as he does it a few times, delighting in the twitch of your muscles and the softness of your body leaning wholly against him. it makes it easier to guide you forward, bending you over the top of the dryer you seldom use in the summer months
he licks up a hot stripe along your neck as he thrusts in wholly, your sigh of contentment only fueling the embers that simmer low behind his hips. he doesn't revel, he doesn't pause, he can't, he can't
he moves like an animal possessed, rutting harshly against you, into you, his front pressing your own down and pinning you while he takes everything his mind is telling him is his. because you chose him, rely on him, made a life with him. you're his and he's yours
#dev wrties#joel miller#joel miller drabble#dev's drabbles#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#ppcu fandom#ppcu fanfiction
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def overthinking my first paper on the ways in which modernization and the expansion of social connectivity have impacted the definition and practice of religion while simultaneously fighting against a gnarly ear infection and the antibiotics i was given for it 😵💫
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kicking my feet he’s so pretty
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"this movie doesn't hold up bcos of dated special effects :(" to you, maybe. i would clap at a bat on a string
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dev's wip wednesday 09/03
hi hi and thank you so much @milla-frenchy for the tag!
i haven't been working on much this week beyond reading over where i last left quite a few drafts but here's a few snippets for y'all below the cut
-> services requested
-> black hole sun
np tags: @littlemisspascal @burntheedges @sawymredfox @ozarkthedog
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y’all, i did it! was only 3/10 on the pain scale and my artist is always so fun to chat with 🖤
#dev talks#personal#tattoo#knuckle tattoos#star wars#star wars tattoo#mando’a#the mandalorian#star wars language#girls with tattoos
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too bad you’re just daydreaming.
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WHY are all my friends SCATTERED ACROSS THE WORLD and not IN MY HOUSE for a SLEEPOVER
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got a lot going on lately, but i'm excited to announce that my 6 weeks of radiation is complete! it's been intense alongside physical therapy and stuff but now i can focus on building strength to drive again and be a little more independent
the semester is off to a good start and i even got cleared to get the mando'a knuckle tattoo @djarins-cyare was kind enough to help me plan out, so my friend and i are going down the coast a little to get that done today and i am nervous lol, but excited! i know the healing will be a little rougher but it's all been cleared and approved
pics later today, x.o dev
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you know how cats always wake you up from your slumber by slapping you and then demanding food. yeh, yeh that's grogu to me 🙂↕️
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Oscar Isaac (and the back of his shirt) at the Telluride Film Festival
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