#mine: the equalizer

[pedropascalsx]

[guzhufuren]

Some happy things from the first day of marriage equality in Thailand 💗❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

First three couples who registered their marriage in different districts:

some openly queer actresses and a director celebrating this historical day:

[thisshitisridiculous]

okay but daniel molloy pulitzer prize winning journalist who wrote a book in the twilight of his career about how vampires are real and now only comes out at night definitely has an actual cult following

[deancasforcutie]

Cas' fluster when Dean tells him how aesthetically gifted he is

if Dean heard "still beautiful still Dean Winchester" he would simply be more blushy and adorable and unable to words than ever

[stopper-my-heart]

Nick stroking Charlie's hand with his thumb

[steddieme]

robin would be so protective of steve. eddie would have to try so hard to get her approval. no automatic mlm wlw solidarity when it comes to the boyfriend of her soulmate. like she loves eddie as a friend, but as soon as he becomes steve's boyfriend, she does the i'm watching you gesture every time she sees him.

eddie begs steve to talk to her because she has him spooked. steve gets all pouty and says "but she's so sweet :(((" and eddie drops it in order to kiss the pout off his face.

but steve does end up mentioning it to robin.

steve: robin, stop bullying my boyfriend. he's sensitive.

robin: did he sic you on me? is he too much of a coward to talk to me?

steve: robbie, it's eddie. ofc he is.

robin: ... fair

but eddie decides to talk to robin the day after steve talks to her.

robin: look who the cat dragged in

eddie: hi birdie. i need to talk to you.

robin: oh, so now you want to talk. no longer hiding behind your boyfriend?

eddie: ... so steve talked to you?

robin:

eddie: okay, fine. so. what did i do?

robin: what?

eddie: why have you been glaring at me so much?

robin: you really don't know?

eddie: i mean, it can't be just because i'm dating steve, can it?

robin:

eddie: oh my god, do you not approve of me dating him?

robin: it's not that! i just worry for him. i want you to take it seriously when i say i can destroy you if you hurt him.

eddie: i never doubted that?

robin: oh. good.

eddie, pouting: can we pls be friends? :(

robin: ugh, fine. but steve is still MY soulmate! know your place.

eddie: i'd never get in the way of true love

[yrsonpurpose]

[disappointeddyke]

happy butch

[bruhlpng]

Pedro Pascal as Dave York The Equalizer 2 (2018)

[drewharrisonwriter]

Overtime

Status: Complete.

Pairings: Boss Dave York x Secretary Female Reader

Word Count: 1008 words

Summary: Preparation for an investor presentation kept you and your boss Dave York working overtime.

Author's Notes: Hey, it's been a while and I know I have a shit ton of WIPs lol but I hope you all enjoy this new Dave York piece. I am open to requests and prompts, too.

Warnings: Minors DNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit sexual content, themes of infidelity, and unhealthy relationship dynamics/power imbalance, employer-employee relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

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The office is eerily quiet, the low hum of the central air system the only sound as you perch yourself on Dave’s lap. Your back arches slightly, your hands gripping the polished edge of his mahogany desk to keep your balance. The soft fabric of your dress bunches around your waist, exposing the creamy expanse of your thighs and the black lace of your panties pushed to the side. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as you move atop him in slow, deliberate rolls of your hips.

Your heart pounds in your chest, and it’s not just from the pleasure coursing through your veins. It’s always like this. Heated. Urgent. Completely reckless. You bite your lower lip, stifling the sound bubbling up your throat, your mind warring with itself. You hate and love this in equal measure. You love how his touch makes you feel alive in a way nothing else ever has, and you hate the reality you always face when it’s over.

His thick cock stretches you perfectly, filling you in a way that makes your breath hitch with every movement. Each upward thrust of your hips meets the firm grip of his hands, steadying you as he guides you into a rhythm that is both demanding and intoxicating.

“Fuck, baby, I love this so much…” he groans, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. His head rests against the back of his executive chair, his sharp features cast in the dim light of the desk lamp. “You feel so goddamn good. Always so damn good…”

Your chest tightens at the words. They aren’t new. He always says things like that when you’re in a moment like this. And the pounding in your chest isn’t from the building pleasure but from the knowledge that this will never be more than what it is… A dirt little secret from the world. 

Your internal conflict swirls in your chest, tangled with the physical ache of your body chasing the high he always brings you to. He shifts slightly, leaning forward to press a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder. His teeth graze your skin, making you clench around him involuntarily.

“Don’t stop,” he commands, his voice low and rough. One of his hands slides from your hip, skimming over your stomach before dipping lower, his fingers finding your swollen clit. He presses tight, deliberate circles there, and you gasp, your head falling back against his shoulder as the sensation shoots through you like a bolt of lightning.

“Dave,” you whimper, your grip on the desk tightening as your thighs tremble. You’re so close, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.

“Not yet,” he growls, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You don’t cum until I tell you to.”

You whimper, biting your lip hard to stifle the moan threatening to escape. You try to focus on the desk under your hands, on the steady rhythm of your hips against his, but the sensation of his fingers rubbing your clit while his cock fills you to the hilt is too much. Your body quivers, teetering on the edge of release.

And then the phone fucking rings.

You freeze, your breath hitching in your throat. He lets out a low growl of frustration, his hand stilling on your nub as he reaches for the phone on his desk. He glances at the caller ID and sighs heavily before answering.

“York,” he says, his voice clipped, though his fingers resume their torturous circles on your clit. Your eyes widen, your body trembling as you try to stay still, to keep quiet, but it’s impossible.

“Yes, the investment presentation is on track,” he says into the phone, his tone professional despite the way his hand works you over, keeping you on the brink. He leans back in his chair, his free hand gripping your hip tightly to steady you. His voice drops slightly as he says, “I’ll call you back. My secretary is… coming.”

Your cheeks burn, your breath coming in sharp gasps as he ends the call and drops the phone back onto the desk. Before you can recover, his hands grip your hips again, and he thrusts up into you hard, his movements unrelenting.

“Cum for me, baby,” he growls, his voice rough and commanding. “Now.”

Your body obeys, your release crashing over you like a tidal wave. You cry out, your walls clenching tightly around him as your thighs quiver. Your head falls back, your eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure wracks through you. He doesn’t stop, his pace relentless as he chases his own high, your body tightening around him only spurring him on.

“Fuck,” he groans, his head against your nape as he comes, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his release. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tightly against him as he empties himself inside you. You swear you can feel every hot rope of his release, leaving you feeling bloated and utterly spent.

The room is silent except for your ragged breathing. You slump forward, your hands still braced on the desk as you try to catch your breath. His hands soften their grip, his fingers brushing over your skin in lazy, soothing strokes.

It’s always like this. Passionate and consuming. And yet, as you clean up, straightening clothes and fixing hair, the reality always looms. He kisses you softly, his lips lingering on yours for a moment longer than usual, but it’s not enough to chase away the ache in your chest.

You watch him leave, his jacket slung over his shoulder as he walks to the elevator. He will go home to his family, to his wife, and lay in bed beside her while you lay awake in your own. And that’s the part that hurts the most. This is all you could ever be. And you hate that it isn’t enough—but you hate even more that you can’t stop wanting him anyway.

[pedropascalsx]

[guzhufuren]

A few more joyful things from 1st and 2nd days of marriage equality in Thailand 💗❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Photos of happy couples:

[batcavescolony]

To like comics is to ignore comics.

When your favorite character has existed for 80+ years, has had 100s of writers, has changed over and over again, sometimes they got it wrong. You have to decide what to ignore for your own sanity.

[jinikaris]

HYUNJIN // SKZ CODE EP. 65: TRAVEL LOG #3 AUSTRALIA ♡

[fandom-trash-goblin]

yue qingyuan my miserable babygirl.

[cosmicdreamgrl]

crazy sexy cool 🖤 for @cordiallyfuturedwight [ cr : namuspromised ]