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[teresiel]

I want to challenge every weird nasty person in Hollywood and social media to look at this androgynous queen and have the nerve to call him "daddy 😜" and fantasize about him as some masculine father fetish again. Challenge your values Karen and stop objectifying and harassing this dude.

Unless you're referring to him as a leather daddy. I get that and it's not weirdly associated with children.

[secretly-dum]

can you guys pretty please give me pedro pascal characters requests I want to write more !!

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[perotovar]

PEDRO PASCAL as SHANE "Dio" MORRISSEY NYPD Blue (1993-2005) 8.09 "Oh Golly Goth"

[pedgito]

PEDRO PASCAL as SHANE 'DIO' MORRISSEY NYPD BLUE (1993—2005): Season Eight, Episode Nine 'Oh Golly Goth'

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Pedro Pascal as Shane 'Dio' Morrissey

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feisty lil goth guy i love you

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𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔞 𝔭𝔬𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔢𝔪𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢

[marisferasiop]

Rosemary at the garden gate

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Pairing: Twins! Tim & Joel x Shane "Dio" Morissey

Rating: hella explicit and dark, minors fuck rrrrright off!

Warnings: (subject to change) BIG TIME dead dove!! Human trafficking, unhoused gay minors/unhoused gay youth, abuse (physical, sexual, mental/emotional), sex trafficking, sex work, homelessness, food insecurity, stealing to survive, abduction, sex slave trade, gagging/choking (later consensual breathplay), rough oral, "painal" kink, non-con drugging, enemas, forced sex work, bondage for sex and for binding/imprisonment, non-con sex/rape, mafia-esque work and associated unpleasantness (gore and violence), mean but soft Joel, face slapping, spanking as foreplay, caning as punishment, orgasm delay/control, spitting in mouth, body modifications, marking, cum play, all the soft life-affirming gay sex after rescue (Joel and Tim are twins and don't fuck e/o but they do fuck Shane together at one point) a mention of the Meat Rack, the gay sex worker alley where serial killer Des Nilsen abducted his victims. That's probably not all, subject to change.

Summary: (set in an approximate late nineties/early aughts timeline) Shane, turned out by his family after being outed, is sleeping rough when he is abducted by a sex trafficking ring. Joel is Tess' lead enforcer in her gang. His twin brother, Tim, is a highly decorated detective in Major Crimes for the NYPD. Together, they help Tess and her investments navigate both sides of the law. When Shane is given to Joel one evening at a truce meeting between Tess' gang and their rivals, a human trafficking syndicate, he calls Tim to initiate a bust on the opposition.

His one request: he wants the kid. Problem is, once Tim meets him, so does he. Most importantly: what does Shane want once his freedom is granted? Or does he even want his freedom, if these two are holding the reigns?

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Part 2 coming mid- July (target)

[odetodilfs]

A pill

A/N: Hooooly shit is this my kinkiest fic yet, and my first Dio one too, I didn't hold back in this one, enjoy the filth. Also never have I ever used actual aphrodisiacs so I kinda tried to replicate what I see in sex pollen fics.

Pairing: sub!male!reader x dom!Dio Morissey

Warnings: SMUT, use of aphrodisiacs (consensual btw), edging, blindfolds, multiple orgasms, praising, use of "good boy", heavy teasing Summary: Dio decides to use a pill on you, to toy with your pleasure even more than he already does...

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Dio was jerking you off slowly while you were tied to the bed. Your stomach rising and falling along with your hips, you squirm in pleasure, trying to get more pleasure out of this, Dio just looked at you with a dominant face as he slowed down even more. You let out a soft whimper. As he rarely brought his tongue to your tip and licked it ever so softly, like an ice cream that’s too cold. “Wait right here” he said as he got up to grab something, you heard him fidgeting with plastic and he came back with a pill in his hand.

“What 's that?” you asked, genuinely wanting to know, “Don’t worry, this isn’t illegal or anything, it’s just something to… make your feelings more intense” he replied, oh, was he talking about an aphrodisiac? He put the pill close to your mouth, getting the glass of water in your nightstand so you could gulp it down, “If you want to, of course” Dio was a kinky guy, but he believed firmly in consent. You nodded and opened your mouth, you barely tasted the pill as he put the glass to your lips and you drank it, “Good boy” he said as he went back between your legs. 

A few minutes later your body started getting overwhelmed with a desperate feeling of horniness and a need for release never before felt, “Dio- please-” you were no longer grateful for the slow strokes he gave you, you needed more. He stroked ever so slightly faster, “You want pleasure? Get it yourself” he said, wrapping his hand around your cock as you lazily started thrusting up, fucking his hand. You looked pathetic, which turned Dio on and finally started to stroke you, he brought his head to your tip and started to lick it at it with the most wicked smirk on his face. He started to stroke you as fast as he could, your breath started to get louder and your moans as well. The feeling was building up, you were so close, yes, yes…

No release. 

Dio removed his hand from your cock the second before, “You think I’d let you cum that quickly while you’re so desperate? I want to toy with your pleasure” he said as he went back to your twitching cock and started sucking it, taking the full thing down his throat this time. He didn’t choke, nor could you make him choke, your thrusts upwards were too weak. This repeated itself many many times, Dio edged you for hours as the effects of the sex drugs were at their peak, letting you release yourself maybe once.  Your mind was melting in horniness...

It had been 2 hours since then, you were aching for a second orgasm which Dio had been edging for the past hour, “You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” he said as he got up and grabbed a blindfold. He put it on you and the lack of a sight amped up your horniness more, he started jerking you off again, knowing you weren’t gonna get that sweet release this time either, you got close to your high, trying to not enjoy too much to be disappointed and he pulled away. He stood up and closed the door, “I’ll be back in a few minutes” Dio said as he left you there, tied up in bed, with a blindfold, your dick throbbing and hard as rock.

You were left there in a few minutes, in extreme horniness, no way of releasing yourself and alone. After what must have been around 10 minutes Dio came back in and opened the door “Dio- please- I can’t- I can’t take it anymore-” your words got into him at last, after the countless pleads you’d muttered as he edged you, he got down and started blowing your dick, giving you a nice, sloppy wet blowjob. He jerked you off as he did this and your moans got super loud, you were so close, and you knew it was gonna be an intense climax.

The feeling started to build up again “Oh- Dio- oh yes- yes-” was all you could moan as he didn’t stop, you couldn’t see his expression through the blindfold. You reached your peak as your vision went white and you experienced one of the most intense orgasms of your life, you were still shaking when you felt Dio untie the last restraint on you and then took off your blindfold, he had prepared to room to not be blinding for you, then he took your face in his hands gently, “Are you okay?” he asked, with genuine kindness. It reminded you of the fact that Dio genuinely loved you and cared for your wellbeing, “Better than ever” you smiled. You spent the rest of the evening cuddled in his arms while he told you you did well and were a very good boy.

[bits-and-babs]

((☁️)) + 10 + Pedro Pascal as Shane 'Dio' Morrissey. He's such a little rat bastard, I imagine him aged up, of course, probably after he gets out of prison? Somewhere in his 40's.

((You're so nice, wah I tried to look and couldnt find it like a dummy, so so sorry about that!))

“𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝?”

pairing: Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey x f!Reader

warnings: 18+ you nasties. Masturbation, exhibitionism, echoes of Dio’s god complex!

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“F-Fuck-“ you choke out, tears welling in your eyes as you bury your hand in your panties and finally give in to the throbbing need between your thighs.

24 hours. You only had to wait another 24 hours and Dio would be home, but you’re burning for him already, desperate for some friction against your neglected clit. His parole meeting was tomorrow, and his lawyer was certain that it would be granted. Years of behavioural therapy and positive steps left the board with no choice.

The promise of his hands and lips in yours, his voice in your ear whispering what he’d do to you. His letters he sent you during incarceration were filthy— you knew he intended to keep his promises.

Whimpering softly, you rock your aching clit against the heel of your palm in the darkness. You can feel it, the creeping crescendo of your orgasm ebbing at the edges of your mind.

“So, it looks like you’ve betrayed me,” a rumbling voice sounds from the doorway of your bedroom, shocking you out of your impending bliss as you sat up quickly against the mattress. Your wide eyes fall on Dio, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest. He looks odd like this, without his piercings. The holes had closed back up after years without them. Grey litters his black hair, fine lines and creases by his eyes.

“I-“ you choke, and Dio raises his finger in warning.

“Did you miss feeling me around you so much that you’ve resorted to your hand? Hmm?” He coos, and you can feel your face burn under his gaze. You watch his hand drift down his sternum, palming himself through his trousers. “Parole meeting was pushed forward. Got to come home early.”

Oh…

“Well, don’t stop on my account. If you ache for me, prove it.”

[softiedingo]

he's so babygirl 🥺❤️✨️

[firsttarotreader]

Pedro Pascal as Shane “Dio” Morrissey in NYPD Blue, 2001. Part 2

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[perotovar]

Either you’re about something or you’re not.

[pedgito]

PEDRO PASCAL as SHANE ‘DIO’ MORRISSEY NYPD Blue: Season Eight, Episode Nine — Oh, Golly Goth

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Pedro Pascal as Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey NYPD Blue (1993-2005)

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Paring: Shane "Dio" Morrissey x Din Djarin

Words: 1.8k

Rating: G

Summary: Dio doesn't lose fights, but what happens when he does.

Author: Mod Mouse

Notes: So we have au verse called The Fill House where several Pedro boys live together in a house together in a modern au, and this is one of those drabbles. These are meant to be fun little one-offs for whenever inspiration hits. If you want more information about the au we have a whole list here.

Dio didn’t lose fights. He had an image to keep up and he worked really hard to maintain that facade. Except today. Some punk had gotten lucky and snuck up behind him when he was on a smoke break outside the local record store. Apparently he had looked at his girl “wrong” while pursuing the newest metal selection, and sent him to the ground with a decent punch to his cheek. His lackeys took it from there kicking him while he was down and giving him a minimal chance to fight back. Once they had done the damage they wanted, the gang abandoned him in a pile on the alley leaving him to lick his wounds.

He could feel his hard shell crumpling as he slammed the door to his shared house. Desperately wanting to not draw any attention to him, he kept his head low as he hoped no one would see him in this state. Especially Dieter. The last person he needed right now was that disaster calling him one of his annoying nicknames. 

Though unfortunately for him that wasn’t the case. The “parents”--Din, Joel and Frankie– were gathered around the kitchen island when he stormed past them, thick platform boots thumping against the wooden floor. They looked up when they heard the clatter. “Dio?” Frankie asked, seeing the state of the youngest member. 

Dio held out his palm and only briefly looked up at the trio. “Don’t,” He sneered and hurried his way up the stairway leather jacket swooshing behind him. The trio exchanged glances as the noise slowly dissipated. Clearly something was wrong. Dio was usually just his grumpy self but he would linger for a bit before seeking solace. 

Din swirled his coffee cup staring at the empty staircase. “I’ll give him 20.” 

Joel hummed and finished his mug of coffee. Frankie held out his mug for another cup, and Joel took it, giving the other man a quick kiss on the head. Frankie couldn’t help but look behind him watching where Dio once stood. 

“I’m sure he’ll be okay,” Din reassured him when he noticed the worry etched on his already worn face. 

Frankie turned back to the others and sighed. “I know but I worry about him sometimes.” 

“I think we all do,” Joel added as he sat back down in his chair and handed the mug back to Frankie. 

The warmth of the mug made him feel a bit better, but he would still be worried until Din went to check on him. In the meantime, he found comfort in leaning against Joel’s side as the other two conversed. 

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Dio slammed the door to his bedroom and quickly shucked off his leather duster, not even bothering to hang it up, kicking off his platforms with none of the kindness he usually had with his attire. Ezra looked up from his desk where he was working on his current craft of choice. “Well don’t you look like something the cat dragged in.” 

“Fuck off,”  Dio sneered and fell onto his bed. He pressed himself into the corner of his bed bringing his knees to his chest making himself as small as possible. The world didn’t need to see him nor did he want anyone to notice him. His thoughts sending him spiraling were familiar and unwelcomed. 

Ezra sat on the edge of his seat. “Something has caused your neurons to fire in the wrong sequence?”

Dio growled and grabbed the nearest object– one of his many pillows gathered over the years-- and threw it in Ezra’s direction. Ezra being used to this behavior deftly dodged it. “Get out!” 

Ezra sighed and set down this craft with annoyance before getting up from his seat. He grabbed the doorknob and opened it. He turned towards the upset goth as he was leaving. “Fine Oberyn and I had plans that didn’t involve such a violent creature.” 

With another louder growl he threw another pillow which bounced harmlessly off of the closed door. When he was finally alone he let his facade crash around him. Soft quiet tears flowed down his cheeks bringing black streaks of mascara running down his face as he curled up in a ball. 

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Just like Din had promised, 20 minutes went by before he softly knocked on the door. He didn’t hear a reply, but that was normal for Dio. Carefully he pushed the door up a crack enough to see inside. Soft sobs escaped through the opening making his heart pang from the sound, and when he peeked inside the room he saw the puddle of black curled up on the bed. His form was gently shaking from his sobs as he hid his face in the stuffed goat Din won for him at their last arcade date. 

“I told you to get out,” Dio weakly fought back, not bothering to look up from the safety of his stuffed animal. 

“It’s just me,” Din softly replied as he slipped into the shared room. Dio lifted his head with some effort and his guard was dropped when he saw his partner. Tears threatened to fall again and he gently reached out for Din to take his hand. 

Din of course obliged, wrapping the smaller hand in his well worn palm. He could feel Dio shaking against him. Carefully while still holding his hand, Din arranged himself on the bed so Dio could press his face into the safety of his chest which is exactly what the shaking man did. Like a moth to a flame Dio curled himself into the comforting touch of his partner. Now that his safety net was there, Dio didn’t let any of his emotions back. 

Softly he sobbed against the material of Din’s shirt, turning it a darker shade from the tears. Din stayed silent letting his boyfriend roll with the emotions. Dio always kept his emotions so deeply locked up some times like this were important for his mental wellbeing. Din gently ran his fingers up and down the fabric of Dio’s shirt soothing him the best he could. 

It worked and soon Dio’s sobs turned to soft sniffles as Dio finally let all the feelings out. He didn’t stop his soothing even after Dio spoke. “I lost a fight.” 

Din glanced down at the vulnerable goth. “That sounds like it was scary.” 

“It was. I didn’t see ‘em coming. Didn’t even get time to prepare. It was an ambush which was some bullshit.” He cursed out though with less energy he usually gave when he was swearing. 

“Was it someone you knew?” Din asked softly, gently playing with a stay black hair. 

“No some fucking drone thinking I was trying to take their girl.” He snorted sadly. “Wouldn’t he be shocked when he finds outs I don’t fuck like that?” 

Dio was silent again before he continued. “I was just scared. I can hold my own in a fight, but…not when that happens.” He took a deep breath. “I have to keep my image in line or people will think I’m getting soft.” 

“What people?” Din asked

Dio gave a short shrug. “Just people.” 

“And what makes these people so important that you need to have this wall?” 

Dio was silent for a while and Din had to look down to make sure that he was still awake. “It’s always been this way and it always will.” 

“Only if you want it to be like that. You are a different person than when you first moved in. Remember how you were so scared to acknowledge your sexuality.” Din added gently, kissing Dio’s forehead. 

Dio groaned. “Fuck that was embaressing.” 

“But now you are openly out and enjoying your true self.” 

“What does that gotta do with anything?” Dio asked, glancing up at the older man’s face. 

“It’s up to you but maybe you don’t need that shield anymore.” Din offered softly. 

Dio thought about his words for a while. “Dieter is gonna have a fucking field day with this.” 

“I will deal with Dieter. You just be whatever you are most comfortable with.” 

Dio stayed silent mulling over Din’s opinions. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was time for him to let down his wall sometimes. 

“If I let this go I’m not changing my style.” 

Din let a short chuckle out of his nose. “And I wouldn’t expect anything less.” 

Dio smirked and kissed his cheek as they continued to cuddle for a bit longer. 

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“Hey no fair! It’s my turn to pick the movie,” Dieter pouted as he tried to reach the remote Ezra was holding above his head. 

“You would be incorrect my gem, remember you selected that we observed the classic movie Grown Ups for last week's perusing,” Ezra countered keeping the remote out of his boyfriend’s reach. Everyone was gathered for the weekly movie night. The little groups had formed–Oberyn watching his two partners tussle for the remote with amusement while lounging on the shared recliner while Joel sat alone for now on the corner couch. 

“Ya but we were making out the whole time!” Dieter complained. 

“Dieter please you’ve had your choice,” Frankie sighs as he came back with a few bowls of popcorn. Dieter pouted and slumped back in the recliner. Ezra smiled and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek as a consolation prize which seemed to pacify Dieter. He settled himself between Oberyn and Dieter. Frankie set the bowls of popcorn on the coffee table before sliding in next to Joel. 

Ezra scrolled through his options, picking “Charlie Countryman.” “Are we prepared? Wait, where's the goth and the silent one?” 

“We’re here,” Din replied as he and Dio wandered down the stairs. 

No one was bothered that the pair were late except for Dieter. He rolled his eyes and was about to complain when one look from Din’s stoic face shut him up (and made him a little horny.)

Dio took a deep breath and walked around the couch to Joel. The older man glanced up at him and Dio blushed as he sat down in Joe’s lap. Joel’s eyes widened only a smidgen, but his shock turned into a soft smile. His thick arms wrapped around the smaller boy's waist and pulled him in so he was flush with his chest. 

Frankie peeked over at Din who had joined him on the other side of the couch, surprised at the goth man’s outward display of affection. All Din gave in response was a wink. Frankie smiled in response, glad for whatever magic Din worked. 

Ezra peered around the room. “May I start the film?” 

“Go for it,” Dio added, taking a handful of popcorn, and Ezra pressed play on the remote.

Everyone took in the movie though once again the plot was lost to the making out. Movie nights were always better like this.

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