#pablo schreiber and songs

[blakeivy80]

"If you're a cowboy, I would trail you

If you're a piece of wood, I'd nail you to the floor

If you're a sail boat, I would sail you to the shore

If you're a river, I would swim you

If you're a house, I would live in you all my days If you're a preacher, I'd begin to change my ways"

If you were a sailboat - Katie Melua

[blakeivy80]

"I'm a slave for you

I cannot hold it, I cannot control it

I'm a slave for you, I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it"

Slave for you - Britney Spears

#for science

[smowkie]

Tag people you want to get to know better or catch up with

Thank you @novemberhush for the tag ❤️

Three ships you like - McShep, Wincest, Stony (ack, hard to limit it to three when the ships start to fight for attention x'D)

First ship ever - first ship where i knew that i was shipping was Sterek. idk what my actual first was because i never really used to think about these things until tumblr and Sterek happened to me x'D

Last song you heard - Tracy Chapman and Luke Combs performing Fast Car at the Grammys

Favourite childhood book - Goodnight Mister Tom by Michelle Magorian (i've apparently always loved the Bad Things Happen trope)

Currently reading - McShep fics. i just finished watching the Stargate shows and i fell head over heels in fucking love with Rodney McKay, so i wanted to read fics about him and ao3/the fandom was like "we have McShep fics, those have McKay" and since i did like that ship it felt easier to find Rodney heavy fics in the ship tag than to try and find them through the character tag. i did find lots of Rodney feels there, but i also found lots of John Sheppard feels, as well as a brand new OTP... x'D but it's nice. i like it.

Currently watching - catching up on Halo. i am very weak for that big boy in his fancy armor. (the decision to add a gif here was a painful one, because how do i choose between a gif like this one and one with the helmet on? oof. in the end Pablo Schreiber's face won because it's very expressive, but christ i love that armor)

Currently consuming - tea, though "consuming" is a stretch as i've only drank half the cup and the tea has long since cold xD

Currently craving - i'm getting hungry and i have food planned (and mostly prepared) that i'm gonna fix soon and tbh i'm just thinking about that, so wraps with pulled pork i guess.

I tag @rieraclaelin @veltana @kiefjerky @ladydrace @niwolah @thor-ohdamnsonn @lena221bee @ravingrevolution and anyone else who wants to do this, feel free to claim a tag from me. And as always, no pressure to anyone tagged, feel free to ignore this, these are supposed to be fun ❤️

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Was Tagged by @lord-aldhelm

How many works do you have on AO3?

Lost count, all old stuff. I haven't been on AO3 in years except to read 'Kept' and 'Finan's Choice...'

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

NA

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A lot, haha. The Last Kingdom most as of late. Arnas Fedaravicius/Alexander Skarsgard/Chris Evan/Cillian Murphy/Gijs Blom/Henry Cavill/Gustaf Skarsgard/Jonathan Tucker/Oscar Isaac/Pablo Schreiber/Tom Hardy/Tom Hiddleston American Gods/A Song of Ice and Fire/The Boys/Dune/Hellboy/The Last Kingdom/Marvel/Once Upon A Time/Star Wars/Stranger Things/Supernatural/Teen Wolf/Tolkien/True Blood/Twilight Saga/Vikings/The Witcher/Wizarding World/Wheel of Time

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

NA

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, especially to those that comment more often/give me constructive featback

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None. I am so bad at angst, haha

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have yet to end anything haha.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No real hate, but I previously had a few rather ... demanding comments.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Y E S All of teh smut!!!!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Actively doing so. Masema and Sihtric meet with reader in the middle, full spit roast.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of. Although I really doubt anyone would bother with mine tbh.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not taht I know of.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not yet!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Finan x Sihtric. They will always be my weakness.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

The Napoleon Solo fic about an arranged marriage to the handsomes spy in the world.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I am told I know how to pack a lot of feeling in a limited amount of words.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

FINISHING SHIT. I am the draft dragon and hoarder of unfinished BS.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Eh, kinda indifferent about it. Must be done with more than just google translate, or as a throw away line.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Cinema Bizarre... I think...

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

The Prophet (August Walker)

[hedonistiics]

STARTER FOR: @starbrght

BASED ON: this

MUSE: victor walsh ( pablo schreiber fc )

victor knew most people feared him due to his size and stature alone. add in the leather cut with his motorcycle club's logo on the back and people were absolutely terrified. however when he'd met her, he'd done everything in his power to show her that he wasn't going to hurt her in any way. he'd gone into the bakery for a cake for one of his brothers' birthdays and he'd been hooked on her ever since. she was like a drug. a ray of sunshine in an otherwise dark world. the world he occupied. victor walked through the back door to the bakery, knowing she'd left it unlocked for him. when seeing his girl humming along to a song playing on the radio, moving her hips gently to the beat with flour covering her hands up towards her elbows, a smile spread on his lips. without warning her, victor silently stalked towards her and placed a kiss on the back of her neck by her ponytail. "baby..." he mumbled against her skin, his arms coming around her, one grabbing ahold of her breast in a rough move, the other moving to untie her apron at her front only to then remove it from her frame, "you're so fucking sexy." victor hadn't ever had a thing for baked goods, but seeing his girl creating them did something to him. he moved his arms to turn her towards him, placing his hands under her ass and effortlessly lifting her up and placing her on the counter. victor's lips crashed into hers, "fuck... what the hell are you doing to me?" he questioned against her lips, but didn't move to pull away, as he felt his cock grow hard beneath his jeans.

[readitreviewit]

Daisy Jones & The Six: The Ultimate Rock and Roll Adventure If you're a fan of classic rock, then you absolutely need to check out Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid. Not only is it a riveting story that takes you on a journey into the heart of the music industry in the 70s, but it's also bursting at the seams with sex, drugs, and - of course - rock and roll. Set in Los Angeles in the 60s, Daisy Jones is a young girl with an insatiable love of rock music. She's beautiful, talented, and reckless, and she's destined for great things. Her story intersects with that of the brooding Billy Dunne, lead singer of The Six, on the eve of their first tour. Billy's girlfriend Camila is pregnant, and he's struggling to come to terms with impending fatherhood and the demands of his fledgling music career. He finds release in the form of alcohol, drugs, and a dangerous affair, even as The Six become more famous with every passing day. Daisy and Billy's paths cross when a producer realizes that they have a chemistry that's off the charts. Together, they create one of the greatest rock bands of all time. But with fame comes a whole host of problems, including egos, infighting, and the constant pursuit of perfection. And when they finally reach the peak of their success, it all comes crashing down in a dramatic, unforgettable climax. Written as an oral history, Daisy Jones & The Six is a thrilling and emotional rollercoaster that gives readers a behind-the-scenes look at what it takes to make it to the top in the music industry. Jenkins Reid is a gifted author who knows how to craft characters that feel real, and the inclusion of song lyrics from the book only adds to the immersive experience. What makes this book even more exciting is the fact that it's being turned into a TV show with Amazon Studios, with Reese Witherspoon serving as executive producer. The cast list reads like a who's who of Hollywood talent, with Jennifer Beals, Pablo Schreiber, Benjamin Bratt, and Fred Berman all lending their voices to the audiobook. So whether you're a die-hard rock fan or just looking for a wild ride, Daisy Jones & The Six won't disappoint. It's a book that will stay with you long after you've turned the final page, and a testament to the power of music to change lives. So grab a copy today, turn up the volume, and get ready to rock. "Take the first step towards a life-changing experience and get your hands on the book today! Or, if you prefer to listen, sign up for a 30-day trial of Audible and start your journey towards self-discovery now. Don't let this opportunity slip by – seize it today!" Price: [price_with_discount] (as of [price_update_date] - Details)

[mariandjarin]

Another tribute for John and Makee ✨

[ithinkwehitametaphor]

Thank you, @charliehoennam

last song: Yawning Abyss by John Grant

favorite color: black, green

currently watching: Shogun

sweet/savoury/spicy: sweet and savory!

relationship status: taken

current obsession: Pablo Schreiber as Master Chief in Halo and Viking Age glass beads

last thing googled: Nille Glaesel

last book i read: John Steinbeck The Grapes of Wrath

looking forward to: the weekend

Tagging: Everyone who wants to do this!

thanks for the tag @mrprettywhenhecries 😎

last song: no excuses by Alice In Chains

favourite colour: pink, purple, blue, black and pastels.

currently watching: House of the Dragon

sweet/savoury/spicy: all 3

relationship status: Mentally dating every single Joe Keery character, Eddie Munson, and Tom Grant.

current obsession: Joe Keery, DJO, roleplaying, Marmalade, Fargo season 5.

last thing googled: House of the Dragon season 2 release date.

last book I read: Blood Ties by Alexa Brix and it was mid.

looking forward to: getting bubble tea and sushi soon and then the library media exchange/record show thats coming up in a few weeks.

tagging @munson-mjstan @daisy-is-a-writer @emmyshortcake @edsbug @gravedigginbbydoll @inourtownofhawkins @lofaewrites @lokis-army-77 @gea-chan96

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Orion's Belt {One Shot}***

Pablo Schreiber x Reader

Words: 3.7k

Warning: Fluff, NSFW 18+ Content, Smut

Note: Inspired by Sabrina Claudio’s “Orion Belt” and Pablo’s endless supply of body freckles and beauty marks.

**I hope you guys enjoy this. Thank you for reading, as always!!!

**If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG. ❤️❤️

**NOT Edited/Proofread*

Inspiration #1:

Inspiration #2:

Five months. That’s how long it had been. Five long months since you’d physically seen him. 5 months, 21.7 weeks, 152 days, 3650 hours, and over 200,000 minutes. To say the least, you missed him and had begun to forget just how his skin smelled and felt. At the beginning of your relationship, you’d promised yourselves that your separations wouldn’t go past a few weeks, a month tops and over the last almost two years, you’d been able to keep that promise. This was your longest separation, and you were struggling. If his last social media post was accurate then he was also struggling.

That was what you were doing on this red-eye flight. You’d had enough. Opening Pablo’s IG, you found his last post from an hour ago. It was a workout shot and damn was he showing out. Your eyes slowly took in every single detail beginning from the strained but sexy look on his face then down to the veins protruding from his neck. When you got to his beautifully defined hair dusted chest your mouth began to water. As your eyes slowly dipped lower to his abs and the inviting hair that beckoned to you from the top of his black sweats you gripped the arm of the seat with your free hand and crossed your legs hoping to stop the pulsating you felt in your nether regions.

“Goddamn!”

Not trusting yourself to comment you quickly backed out and navigated away from his page. You were a weak woman right now and if you continued your thirst-capade you’d reveal everything to the hungry eyes of scrollers. While your relationship wasn’t a secret it also wasn’t all in everyone’s faces. Both of you understood that the secret to a high-profile relationship was privacy and knowing what to share and what to keep to yourself. There were even times when everyone wondered if you were still together and that was how both of you liked it. That meant there was less chance of inviting unwanted guests into a twosome.

MSG Lara: I’ve taken care of everything. The front desk will have a spare key card. Normal code.

MSG: Thanks, Lara.

MSG Lara: He’s going to be very surprised.

You smiled to yourself thinking just how surprised he’d be. You weren’t scheduled to see each other for another month when this strenuous film schedule was finally over. You were supposed to meet him in Budapest and stay there while he finished filming. A month was too long as far as you were concerned.

MSG: Fingers crossed. Thanks again.

For the remainder of the flight, tried your best to not jump out of your skin from excitement and stay as Zen as possible. It was near impossible especially when you knew you had seventy-two hours all to yourselves.

-10 Hours Later-

MSG Qatura: 80 hours, Y/N. I can’t get you any more than that, but I promise it won’t be an hour less.

You were grateful for the time she’d been able to procure you. A day ago, you’d reluctantly accepted that fate was what it was. The minute she broke the news you were up and packing.

MSG: Got it.

Closing your text exchange between you and your manager you slipped your phone back into the pocket of your tan-colored oversized cardigan as you approached the front desk.

“Welcome to the Setine, I’m Alonso. Checking in?”

The front desk attendant’s smile was wide as if he loved his job, or his training was superb. You returned his smile before you spoke.

“No, picking up my key card. Wandering Soul.”

Alonso nodded then tapped a few keys on the computer before he smiled again. “Yes. Here you are.”

You took the card and nodded your thanks then walked toward the bank of elevators. Once in you sent a message off to Tara to find out the floor then rode it all the way up. Checking your watch, you expected him to either be asleep or getting ready for bed from the time you read; 12:45. After a few short minutes, the doors opened on twenty-seven and you began the hunt for the suite number. Luckily there looked to be not many rooms on the floor so the search ended after only a minute. Rolling your luggage to a stop in front of the door you took a few relaxing breaths to slow the thumping of your heart then you slide the card in and out of the lock hoping the beep and clicking didn’t wake him.

Slowly you walked inside rolling your suitcase behind you. The room was dark, save for one long pedestal lamp bathing warm light throughout the room that looked close to candlelight. You left your luggage in the corner of the living area and quietly walked around to where you expected the bedroom to be. Once you walked in, more soft light filled the room showing you the empty bed and ruffled sheets. It was then you heard the sound of the shower. Your smile spread across your face as you thanked the powers that be because this was working out better than you’d planned.

“Two birds,” you excitedly whispered to yourself before you squealed as low as possible.

You quickly kicked off your kitten heel slide on sandals then began undressing. After your clothes were off you began with the different pieces of jewelry that were scattered on your frame. A task that should have taken a minute tops took way longer than you liked. As you tiptoed to the bathroom you slowly pushed the door wider. Even the lights in the bathroom were set low. You wondered if this was an insomnia shower or sore shower. He’d been pushing his body to the brink for this role, and you constantly found yourself worrying about him.

The sight of Pablo standing underneath the showerhead with his head hung low and his hands pressed onto the tiled wall. From your angle, he looked like he was really going through it. His groan echoed throughout the room, and it made you want to quickly go to him, but you were frozen from the sight before you. He was gorgeous. The water cascading down his muscled body made him look better than any male model ever could, and his pose screamed alpha.

You backed out of the bathroom and went to your luggage on the hunt for your favorite body wash that was not only good for skin but also muscle tension and stress. Once you found it you walked back inside the bathroom and to him. After putting the bottle down on one of the shower pedestals you approached his back and touched the small of his back right at his tailbone.

At first touch, Pablo gasped and flinched at the same time before he spun around ready to strike. It only took a few seconds for him to realize you weren’t some psycho fan who’d snuck in. The realization was a journey across his face. Slowly the wrinkles of worry on his forehead smoothed, the radiating annoyance and horror in his eyes faded and the tight clench of his jaw loosened. The only thing that remained was his widened eyes.

“Y/N?” The disbelief in his voice was so clear as was the vulnerability.

A soft smirk decorated your lips before you spoke. “Were you expecting someone else?”

A plethora of emotions filled his eyes and they almost brought you to tears. When he didn’t speak you did.

“Surprise.”

In seconds Pablo pulled you to him and engulfed you in his large arms. He held you as if his plan was to enmesh himself with you, so you’d never be able to leave again.

“Oh god, I missed you so much baby,” Pablo said, his confession echoing around the shower.

“I missed you too.”

He pulled back and stared at you taking in every detail of your face. When his large hand cupped your jaw your knees sightly wobbled. He always had the uncanny ability to make you feel so small when his hands were on you. Pablo slowly dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. His second hand joined the first and held you there for his viewing pleasure.

“You’re as beautiful as ever, sunshine.”

You smiled and lifted onto your toes to press a soft kiss on his lips. As soon as your lips met, Pablo moaned and dropped one of his hands to the small of your bareback and held you flush against him. You peppered kisses across his face that you could reach, the corners of his mouth, his cheeks, his jaw, chin, and nose. When his lips met yours again he spun you so you were underneath the rainfall showerhead. Instantly, your sweet kisses turned carnal as your lips eagerly danced together as if you both were famished.

“Five months,” Pablo grunted out as he backed you to one of the walls of the shower.

“Five months,” you repeated.

“21.7 weeks.”

You smiled on his lips and kissed him just as fiercely as he kissed you.

“152 days,” Pablo added pressing your hands to the wall as he laced your fingers together. His lips left yours and dipped to your neck making a soft moan escape your lips.

"3660 hours.”

With that, he lifted you against him and pressed his body into yours. You moaned together as the feeling of his hardened desire nudged against your bottom. Your eyes met and though the light was dim you saw the fire in them.

“Over 200,000 minutes,” you filled in.

With the back of his hand, Pablo caressed your cheek in the softest way that had your belly doing backflips.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

Unable to stop them, your tears rolled down your cheeks for Pablo to swipe away.

“I love you.”

As soon as the words were out, Pablo’s lips were pressed to yours on a mission to suck your very soul from your mouth. Your moans mingled together in the bathroom neither of you caring how loud you got. You relished the feel of his hands on your body and thanked god that you’d been able to make it through this long time apart. When Pablo’s lips left yours again he trailed kisses down the center of your body until he found his way to your nipples that were begging for some attention. Obeying your body’s silent command Pablo feasted on the hardened flesh taking his time. You had no idea how he was able to go slow, right now you were filled with so much desire and need for him all you wanted to do was pounce on him and take everything you wanted. The man was the master of foreplay no matter what.

After almost twenty minutes in the shower, Pablo walked you both out to the bedroom without one thought of a towel. When you felt the cool sheets on your back you moaned. Pablo didn’t join you instantly, instead, he stood at the foot of the bed gawking down at you scanning every inch of your body as if you were a freshly dug-up diamond.

“You should take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you teased.

He smiled and slipped away to the table beside the bed. When he came back around you saw he actually had his phone. You giggled at his silliness but struck a pose for him as he snapped picture after picture. A few pictures turned into an impromptu erotic boudoir photoshoot. When your eyes dropped to his waist the sight of the weapon of mass destruction that he was doing nothing to conceal had your heart skipping a beat. From your kneeling positing you crawled to him and trailed your hands from his abs upward literally feeling your way.

“Damn, I’ve been dying to touch you for months,” you confessed.

“And now that you have? Have you had enough?”

A mischievous smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Not nearly enough.”

You kissed him with all the pent-up passion and desire you held inside of you dipping your fingers into his hair. The kiss quickly turned sloppy with Pablo sucking your tongue as if it were a lollipop. When he pulled back his hands cupped your breasts before he motorboated them. When he brought each nipple into his mouth he released your breasts to pull your thighs to him forcing you to drop back on the bed.

“I’m hungry.”

Two words and your belly flipped, and your clit throbbed more ferociously. Pablo dropped down and kissed your inner thighs back and forth. He moved with no urgency, no anxiousness and it drove you crazy. Your hips unexpectedly bucked up making him look to you.

“Still as impatient as ever I see,” Pablo teased.

“I’ve reached the cap on my patience, love.”

Your hand dropped between your legs to slowly rub yourself. Before you could make more than two circles Pablo slapped your hand away.

“Mine.”

Before you could retort, Pablo tipped his tongue and licked along your slit drawing a satisfied sigh from your lips. He repeated the action, once, then twice before he buried his face between your legs and expertly lapped at your soaking flesh.

Between moans and gasps you spoke, “Now who’s—impatient?”

Once you said it, you regretted it because it was then Pablo gently bit your clit making your body arch off the bed.

“Fuck!”

His muffled moan only inched you closer and closer to your orgasm. You knew it wouldn’t take long. Your hands inched down your body and dipped into his hair again, this time using his locks as a guide. After a few short minutes, your moans were loud, and your body was shaking.

“Mmm, I’m gonna—gonna—mmm!”

“Cum for me sunshine,” Pablo commanded in his dom tone. It was all you needed. Your body arched off the bed again and your grip tightened, and your body exploded. Pablo didn’t stop though, instead, he forcefully sucked on your clit pulling another orgasm from you.

Instead of exhaustion, you felt renewed energy burst through you. This energy was what gave you the strength to pull him up your body and flip him onto his back.

“Mmm, I’ve missed your taste babygirl,” Pablo silkily uttered.

You kissed him and swirled your tongue around his and moaned as you tasted remnants of yourself.

“Had enough?”

Pablo’s hands slipped down your body. One went to your ass and the other between your legs. His thick digits rubbed against your slickened flesh, gathering your moisture until he circled his two fingers at your opening. Slowly he coaxed them inside your heat making you clench around him at first touch.

The breath Pablo drew in was a shaky one. “Not even close,” he whispered dipping his fingers inside again and again. Each time he did you clenched around them and shivered.

“Mmm, I can hear your body sunshine. Sit on daddy’s dick.”

Again the domination in his voice spoke to you and you nearly obeyed—nearly. As if he knew you were trying to resist, Pablo swiped circled your clit with his other hand, and brought a finger to your rear to circle the sensitive puckered flesh there. You gasped and lost half the battle as you found yourself bucking your hips and swiping your folds along the smooth silky tip of his need. When it nudged your clit you gasped, and when it pressed against your seam you teased him with slow dips that didn’t give him the satisfaction of penetration and only the frustration of the tease.

After a minute or two of this, Pablo held your hips stopping your movements. When your eyes met the softness etched on his face gave away just how open he was.

“You’re gonna make me cum and we haven’t even started,” he groaned out.

Deciding on mercy, you sweetly smiled and brought your knees to kneel inside his thighs then brought your lips to kiss him.

“Do you remember my favorite constellation?”

“Orion’s Belt?”

You nodded and trailed kisses down his chin to his neck following the line of freckles and beauty marks that decorated his skin.

“What about it?”

“Do you know how many nights I spent just trailing my fingertips along the constellation on your body in your pictures on my phone?”

You trailed lower to his ribcage which was where your favorite line of freckles began. This time you took your time and relished every small gasp, and breathy sigh, and tensed muscle your touch brought on. When you got to his abs you kissed each one then trailed your tongue down the center along his pleasure trail.

“God,” Pablo grunted just as his head arched back exposing the constellation on his neck. Unable to resist you slinked back up his body and tasted his skin. As your tongue worked, your hands explored leaving soft nail trails along his chest, abs, and hips. Every so often the soft but forceful nudge against your belly reminded you of the fun that was yet to come.

“Your body holds my favorite constellation. Orion’s belt is right here,” you whispered before you dragged your tongue languidly along the cluster of beauty marks that happened to right along his oblique muscles. This was your Orion’s Belt, you thought to yourself.

Pablo cupped your face again and pulled you to his face and claimed your lips in a possessive but loving kiss. Before you knew it you were straddling his hips again with his hardness ready to re-establish ownership. Your eyes met once more then Pablo kissed your nose.

“You’re my entire stary sky, Y/N, the whole thing.”

Gripping his shoulder, you braced yourself and began your descend. Slowly you took him inside of you and every inch had his grip on your hip tightening and your nails sinking firmly into the flesh on his shoulder. Before you took him halfway, Pablo quickly rolled on top of you using one hand to lift and press one of your legs away so you were spread wide for him. the flex of all the muscles in his upper body brought new wetness puddling at your core. As you clenched around him Pablo shouted out and it was then you show his arms shake.

“Shit baby, this is gonna be quick, I’m sorry.”

You cupped his bearded jaw and hooked your free leg behind his back allowing it to rest against his toned ass.

“I have 3 days, we have time.”

Relief washed across his features and, just as it did, he filled you completely in one stroke of his strong hips. Both of you exclaimed out in unison. Without taking not even a second as a reprieve, Pablo retreated and sank back into you, each time increasing the force of his thrust. As he picked up pace your moans turned into whimpers and each time he changed his angle you clenched around him dragging a loud grunt from him. The whole time his body shook as if he were fighting his very nature. In short minutes you were gripping him tightly as you came around him sucking him deeper into your pleasure trove.

“Fuck Y/N,” Pablo exclaimed through clenched jaws.

That was when his speed increased as did his force. Every snap of his hips sent your body jerking and your breasts dancing. When he wrapped his arms around your legs and lifted so your ass and back were off the mattress he jackhammered into you. Yet another orgasm erupted through you but this one’s force was something infernal. The tingling behind your eyes and the numbness of your fingers said it was a blackout-worthy one.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m coming baby!”

You screeched and let yourself go, giving Pablo every single ounce of trust you possessed. Your body shook and a blinding white light behind your eyes took over and you were gone just like that. Tears pricked your eyes and rolled out the sides of your eyes as your body recalled this feeling, a feeling it hadn’t had in months, a feeling only Pablo could elicit, and one only he owned.

Endless minutes passed with you feeling as if you were weightlessly drifting through space passing indescribably beautiful nebulas and galaxies. It was a feeling one could quickly become addicted to.

“Y/N.” It was a muffled mumble.

“Y/N.”

Slowly your eyes began focusing again and slowly the image of Pablo laying across from you came into focus. A lazy smile spread across your face.

“Hi,” you whispered. You felt as if you were drunk.

“Welcome back.” His smile was wide and filled with cocky pride.

“My god, that was so good,” you slurred inching closer to him not realizing he was already close as close could be. Pablo groaned and the appendage that was still nestled inside you came alive.

“Mmm, let’s go that again,” you coaxed.

Pablo snorted as you rolled on top of him. “Are you sure you’re seeing straight sunshine?”

“I don’t need to see. I just need to—feel.” You spoke as you rocked and circled your hips on him.

Pablo moaned again. From his silence you gauged, he was focused on your body. Through hazy eyes that were slowly coming back to normal, you saw him watching you with one arm behind his head and his bottom lip lodged between his teeth.

“Are you gonna show daddy how much you missed him?”

You bit your bottom lip and excitedly nodded.

“I’ll even spell your whole entire name daddy,” you replied.

Pablo’s bottom lip slipped from his mouth, and he laid there with his mouth agape as he grasped what you meant. As your hips began with the letter P, Pablo brought his other arm behind his head and rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

“English was always my favorite subject,” he sweet-talked in the husky dominant voice that made you want to give him any and everything he wanted.

By the time the sun rose you were sure neither of you would be sated and you were looking forward to the soreness that would accompany that sunrise.

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Thank you for reading!

[blakeivy80]

I used to float

Now I just fall down,

I used to know,

But I'm not sure now

What I was made for

What was I made for?

Takin' a drive, I was an ideal

Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real

Just something you paid for

What was I made for?

'Cause I, I

I don't know how to feel

But I wanna try

I don't know how to feel

But someday, I might

Someday, I might

What I was made for - Billie Eillish

@threshergm

(thanks again for the gifs ;)

And inspired by the fanfic by @indigograceauthor

[heaux-burrow]

personally offended that there aren’t any thirst gif sets for Neal Loguidice 🙄

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Some kind of demon... To get you screaming!

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Masterlist💗

Started: 10/22/2020

Last Updated: 10/06/2024

Angel Reyes

"Hungry and Hormonal"

"Disastrous Deception"

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

"Out of Control"

“Get Your Act Together”

Odell Beckham Jr.

Gif credit: @objs13

"I Got You"

Chris Evans

Gif credit: @capsgrantrogers

“This Thing Called Life”

“Here We Go”

Rio

"Gang Friend and a Gentleman"

“Are You Listening?”

Daily Struggles Series: "Keep Me Posted"

"Are You Listening?" - Part Two: "The Breakdown"

“Gimme Some”

“Are You Listening?” - Part Three: “Bad Idea”

“Through It All” - Part One

“Are You Listening?” - Interlude - “Drinks On Me, Yeah?”

“Are You Listening?” - Part Four - “My Little Rider”

"Tempting Limits"

"Balancing Acts"

"The Sweetest Chaos”

"Through the Darkness"

Rio Ask/Headcanons (In Order):

(I don't take requests, but sometimes I give in 😆)

Rio and Wifey on Vacay w/ baby girl.

Rio, Wifey, and All Girls.

Baby Mama, Four Times Over.

Built In Babysitter. Evolution of a Mini Hustla.

Valentine's Day and a Wedding Anniversary.

Rio’s Mini-me.

Let’s Go Little Kitty-Kat

It Be Your Own Blood

"Like Father, Like Son"

Pablo Schreiber

"Mini Mediators"

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

"Nobody’s Gonna Know"-Part One.

“Nobody’s Gonna Know” - Part Two.

Kevin Atwater

"Until The Cops Come Knocking"

"Loud and Wrong"

Jay Halstead

“Echoes of Redemption”

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

"Late Night Cravings"

“Under the Mask”

“Haunted Hearts”

🚨SNIPPETS🚨

"Feeling Flustered" - EZ Reyes SNIPPET

"Disastrous Deception: Part Five" - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Do Not Disturb" - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Are You Listening" - Rio SNIPPET

"Loud and Wrong" - Kevin Atwater SNIPPET

"When You Come Around" - Chapter: "Restroom Occupied" - Dave East - Kofi Siriboe SNIPPET

“Mini Mediators” - Pablo Schreiber SNIPPET

“Don’t Hurt Yourself” - Chapter: “Shot For Me” - Odell Beckham Jr. SNIPPET

"The Way You Move" - "Say What Now?" (song series) - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II SNIPPET

“Clear A Bitch” - Chris Evans SNIPPET

“Get Your Act Together” - “Say What Now?” (Song series) - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Late Night Flights" - Chris Evans SNIPPET

Divider Credit: @firefly-graphics 💕.

[po3ticb3auty]

Wash Day with Papa Pablo Schreiber *fluff*

Wash Day with Pablo

A/N Okay this is my first time to go easy on me. I’m starting with a fluff because the smut I used to write would make Satan blush and due to a hiatus I want to start with fluff and slowly enter the dark side.

Pablo Schreiber X Black Reader

Word Count: 611 words

Warnings: None fluffy fluff ( maybe some innuendoes :) )

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There you were in all your glory spending another Sunday getting your hair in order for the rest of the week. Today was the only day when Pablo was out this week and you needed to do your entire routine without him interrupting. So you cut on your tunes and began finger detangling before your pre poo.

Like, clockwork Pablo enters your home and follows the sound of your off key singing. He stood in the doorway as he watched you belt the lyrics to (insert favorite song) while applying your deep conditioner. It wasn’t until you threw the brush that his laughter erupted and startled you from your trance.

“Hey sir….ummm how long were you there?” you asked as he now stood behind you admiring your product coated hair.

“Long enough to make the decision that I’m in charge of picking songs for karaoke.”

You playfully punch him and return to pouting in the mirror.

“What’s wrong?”

“My arms are like jelly,” you respond while wiggling your arms in his face and doing your best pout.

Pablo stares at the kinky curly hair on your head, half detangled and plaited the other half still sectioned and awaiting your attention.

“Hmm..” He begun, “Well, I could quite possible help if that’s okay with you?”

Never in a million years or as long as you’ve been dating has he ever participated in your hair routine, he normally just sat and watched you detangle and twist as you two watched One Piece. But today was different. Maybe he felt guilty for tiring you out last night with round after round of spine shattering love making. Which resulted in a misplaced bonnet and the tangling of your hair, thanks universe for making sure you had the satin pillow cases, cause only the gods know how much worse your hair would’ve been.

“So, what do you say?”

“I swear if you hurt my scalp it’s war sir!”

“Awe c’mon, I’ve watched you do your hair enough to know that you detangle at the roots first and work your way up,” he proudly stated while demonstrating in the air.

Holding back your laughter you walked him through the products to use and remind him to always shake up the spare bottle before wetting your hair so the mixture wouldn’t separate and would make the detangling easier.

Several hours and few brief moments of making out you were passed out with your head in his lap as he twisted the last plait coated with conditioner.

“Babe, babe..” He whispered not wanting to wake you from your slumber.

“Yes,” you answered still asleep but coherent.

“You’re good to go, I think I did a good job,” Pablo said beaming while looking at his work.

“Yay, thanks babe,” you responded before drifting back to sleep.

All he could do was scoop you up and carry you to your shared room making sure to put your scarf on your head instead of the bonnet.

“I love you babe,” you slurred as he climbed in behind you.

With a look of bewilderment upon his face, he smiled before kissing your neck. “I love you too, baby girl,” he replied before succumbing to the lovely scent of your hair products and falling asleep right along with you.

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♣ all the feels ♣