#shane morrisey

[jdmorganz]

After doing a few group posters for The Walking Dead, I wanted to do a poster dedicated to some of the most epic villains on the show. I hope all of you like it. It features Negan, Beta, Lance Hornsby, Alpha, The Governor, Merle Dixon and Shane Walsh.

This one is also up at my etsy shop:  https://www.etsy.com/listing/1362191643/the-walking-dead-villains-minimalist

[missladym1981]

Ok let’s try this again shall we? Marcus Pike kept getting cut out of my damn photo but I finally got him to stay . Again, sorry. Here once again is the damn ledger.

Top row from left to right

1. King Lear- Edmund

2. Lobby Hero- Jeff

3. Much Ado About Nothing- Don John

4. Maple and Vine - Roger

5. Sand- Ahmed

6. Hamlet- Horatio

7. Trolius and Cressida- Thersites

8. Lorenzaccio-Piero Strozzi

9. Orphans - Phillip

10. Graceland - Juan Badillo

11. Nikita- Liam

12. Red Window- Jay Castillo

13. The Sixth Gun- Special Agent Ortega

14. CSI - Kyle Hartley

15. Old Comedy from Aristophanes Frogs- Diony

16. Body of Proof - Zach Goffman

Second row Left to Right

17. The Mentalist - Marcus Pike

18. Burn Notice : the fall of Sam Ace- Comendante Veracruz

19. Wonder Woman - Ed Indelicato

20. Law and Order SVU- Special Agent Greer

21. Charlie’s Angels- Fredrick Mercer

22. Brothers and Sisters - Zach Wellison

23. Lights Out- Assyrian

24. The Good Wife - Nathan Landry

25. Law and Order- Tito Cabassa

26. Without a Trace- Kyle Wilson

27. Law and Order CI- Reggie Luckman

28. NYPD Blue- Shane “ Dio “ Morrisey

29. Touched by an Angel - Ricky Hauck

30. undressed- Greg

31. Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Eddie

‘Third row Left to Right

32. TWMT- Javi Gutierrez

33. If Beal Street Could Talk- Pietro Alvarez

34. The Great Wall - Pedro Tovar

35. We Can Be Heros - Marcus Moreno

36. WW84- Maxwell Lord

37. Bloodsucking Bastards- Max Phillips

38. Kingsman : The Golden Circle- Agent Whiskey

39. The Equalizer- Dave York

40. Prospect- Ezra

41. Triple Frontier- Frankie Morales

‘Row 4 left to right

42. The Bubble- Dieter Bravo

43. House Comes With A Bird - Nico

44. Strange Way of Life- Silva

45. Freaky Tales- Clint

46. Drive-Away Dolls- Santos

47. The Uninvited- Lucien Flores

48. The Mandalorian - Din Djarin

49.Game of Thrones- Oberyn Mother Fuckin Martell

Final row of epicnessssssss left to right

50. The Materialist- TBA

51. Narcos- Javier Peña

52. The Last of Us- Joel Miller

53. Gladiator lol- General Marcus Acacius

54. Merge Mansion- Tim Rockford

55. SNL- Mr. Ben

56. Fantastic Four- Reed Richards

57. The Wild Robot- Fink

58. Housebroken- Claude

Sorry again for the fuck up. Sometimes shit happens but they are fixed now. Thank you have a good night

[bits-and-babs]

-ˋˏ ULTRAVIOLENCE ˎˊ-

laters-gators 6k followers celebration

I cannot believe that we’ve hit a huge milestone again so early. For this event to come at a time where I really needed a pick me up means the world. 6,000 of you little people out there follow me to see my words on your phone/tablet/computer screens, all because you like them. That’s insane to me!

As a token of appreciation, we’re back at it again with a follower celebration! This is a way for me to say thank you!

before we begin, some rules: (Read these carefully or your ask will be deleted!)

➸ Reblog to spread the word! ➸ Please see my inbox rules and who I write for before sending in asks. ➸ You can send in as many asks as you want, but some events will be restricted to non-anons only!

➸ This inbox for this event is open now! I will begin posting on the 24th! Inbox closes on the 26th ❤︎

❤︎ THIS EVENT HAS NOW CLOSED ❤︎

how to send an ask:

The inbox for this event is open now! To participate in this event, please send an ask via the link here, or the ‘Tell Me Something Sweet’ button at the top of my blog, and set out the ask with the corresponding emoji at the start. It makes my life much easier this way!:

“ 🐺 - Blue Jeans. ”

“ ☁️ - 29: ‘Thigh Riding’ with Marc Spector. ”

“ 🗝 - Joel Miller and Teacher!AU!”

open to everyone:

➸ Blue Bannisters [🗝]: Send me a character and a concept/aesthetic and I will make a mood board with a 100 word drabble.

➸ Chemtrails Over The Country Club [🐺]: Send me a Lana Del Rey song and I'll write a drabble with the character it most reminds me of!

➸ Lust For Life [⛓]: Send me any word and I will send you a paragraph from my WIPs that contains that word - if there are any! Choose wisely!

➸ Honeymoon [🐚]: send me the link to a fic you have written and I will tell you my favourite parts and lines!

➸ Norman Fucking Rockwell [☁️]: send me a number from this smut dialogue prompt list here and a character of your choice and I will write a drabble!

open to non-anons:

➸ Ultraviolence [💿]: Send me a number from this smut prompt list here and a character of your choice and I will write a drabble!

➸ Born To Die [🎙️]: Send me your favourite song and I'll ship you with one of my Blorbos!

Event Masterlist:

➸ Blue Bannisters [🗝]:

Nat 20 || D&D!Matt the Radar Tech

Oklahoma Smokeshow || CountryCowboy!Joel Miller

The Reckoning Begins || Gunslinger!Mills

100 On The Dash || F1 Principle!Enzo Ferrari

On the Wild Side || SafariTourGuide!Mills

Precious Metals || TreasureHunter!Mills

➸ Chemtrails Over The Country Club [🐺]:

The Other Woman (Duke Leto Atreides)

Dark Paradise [coming soon...]

Blue Jeans (Mills)

Honeymoon (Joel Miller)

Not All Who Wander Are Lost (Ezra (Prospect))

➸ Norman Fucking Rockwell [☁️]:

Din Djarin || “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

Frank Castle || “Are you going to eye-fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

Javier Pena || "I'm gonna fuck you so good that you forget you ever even met that asshole"

Joel Miller || “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” ❤︎ “Show me how you like to be touched.”

Joel Miller || "There's no way I'm gonna let you wear that in public."

Joel Miller || “Do you think you deserve my cock right now?”

Joel Miller || “Look what you’ve done to me. I’ve had to deal with this all day.”

Leto Atreides || “Pay attention to me or I’ll make you.”

Shane ‘Dio’ Morrisey || “Did you miss feeling me around you so much that you’ve resorted to your hand?”

Steven Grant || “Your nipples are so sensitive today…”

Commander Mills || “Fuck me like a starved animal or leave.”

Commander Mills || “Your pussy tastes so sweet.”

➸ Ultraviolence [💿]:

Commander Mills || Drenched

Joel Miller || Frisk-y

tagging a few mutuals who may be interested (you can ignore if you like!): @foxilayde ❤︎ @nexusnyx ❤︎ @psychedelic-ink ❤︎@inklore ❤︎ @charnelhouse ❤︎ @writefightandflightclub

[existential-angstt]

Pay Attention Please (P. 5) // (professor) Shane “Dio” Morrissey x Reader

A/N: all right babes you've made it 4 chapters this is the first SMUT get ready to be hornyyyyyyyyyyyyyou've earned it

Taglist: @lokanda​

It…. was both nothing like what you expected and exactly what you’d pictured all at once. It wasn’t too large, but it was definitely more than enough for one person, especially in this city. The furniture was fair but mismatched like there was no real plan to the room. There was a small coffee table, a couch, an armchair, and a tv on an entertainment stand over to the right– you noted the small houseplant basking in the sunny window past the couch- and to the left was a small tidy kitchen. 

 The cabinets and fixtures were slightly dingy with age but kept clean and neat. For Professor Morrissey not expecting visitors, everything was very clean. 

 Maybe… he did expect visitors. Based on what he said at the cafe, maybe this is exactly what he expected you to do. 

 “Mrow! Mrow, mrow- mrow mrow mrow-” You turned and a big slightly chubby black cat came strutting out from the back of the apartment (where you guessed his room was). He bent down to scratch at the cat for a second before stepping past it to go put his stuff down in a different room. The cat then beelined for you, sniffing and all over very interested in you. 

 You leaned down to pet the cat and it started purring at you. “That’s Switch,” Professor Morrissey said, back in the main room with you. “Switch?” You said, straightening back up. 

 He scooped the cat up in his arms like a baby and the cat seemed to love it, looking up at him softly and purring. “Switchblade,” he said, giving her more pets, the rings on his fingers glinting in her black fur. You snorted as he turned and carried her over to the kitchen counter. “Easy,” he said, back still turned to you as he set her down on the counter. You bit back a grin and watched him crack open a can of wet cat food and set it in front of her. “There you go, sweetheart,” he murmured softly. 

 “So?” 

He looked up at you. “So what?”

“What’s your name?” 

He snorted again. He was so pretty when he smiled. God. 

“You’re not getting it that easily,” he replied. 

 You pulled yourself up onto one of the bar stools where Switch was having her dinner. Professor Morrisey was still standing there petting her. He eyed you for a moment and you looked up at him innocently, wondering what was running through his mind based on that little smirk you could see tugging at the corner of his mouth. He took a step back and turned to the fridge, opening it. 

 “What kind of food do you like?” he said, eyes roving over its contents. You looked up at him and then at the fridge and back. “W- what?”

He looked back at you. Was this kitchen abnormally small or was he just that large of a dude? Everything felt too small in here for him, but he navigated around perfectly. 

 “Well, you’ve followed me home. I assume I’m feeding you,” he looked back at the fridge. “How about some peanut butter on a spoon?” 

 You scrunched your nose. “Pass,” you replied. He laughed. 

“Pizza it is, princess.” 

 Your head jerked up and you were pretty sure from his tone it was just a quip but something deep inside of you liked that. Liked it too much. He noticed, dammit. He looked back at you, smirk pulling at his mouth again as he pulled out his phone. “What kind of pizza you like?” he was grinning at his phone. You were halfway between telling him to shove it and getting on your knees to beg him to say it again.

 “Uh- whatever. Pepperoni?” 

“Mmmmm,” a small groan from him, “a classic.” 

-

The pizza came in no time at all and you both chowed down, eating in hungry silence. You hadn’t had anything all day and you suspected his story was the same. While he cleaned up, you found yourself wandering around his apartment cradling your drink, looking at everything. Different things were hung up on the walls- art, photography, all dark. A black and white still of a hiking trail not too far out of town, a painting of what seemed to be the underworld dappled with glowing blue flowers. 

 There was a black electric guitar in the corner that your eyes rested on for a moment, sly grin, ready to tease him about it when you heard him pad over to you and noticed the low movie rack to the right of the guitar. “You wanna pick one?” 

 You turned around and looked up at him, the little ice cubes in your drink rattling against the glass. He was looking at you and then he motioned towards the movies. “A movie?” you said. 

 He looked at you– in such a way that he was still soft and domestic but you could barely see a smirk behind his eyes. “You’ve followed me home. We’ve dined. Now I have to entertain you, do I not? What other reason could you have possibly followed me home, hm?” You were caught in his gaze for a moment, just looking up at him as he smirked down at you with those sweet dark eyes. You looked back down at the shelf, unable to take the intensity anymore. 

 You saw a few familiar titles, some mainstream things. He definitely had an extensive collection. One title caught your eye out of anything and it wasn’t one you’d seen before. He hummed as you plucked it off the shelf to inspect the case. “One of my favorites,” he murmured. 

 “I’ve never seen it,” you admitted, reading the back. It sounded interesting enough and it looked dark. Not just dark as in the storyline but the whole case was black and most of the screencaps on the back looked darkly toned. He took it from you gently and bent down to slide it into the disk player resting beneath the tv. You took a seat on his couch, finding it was much cushier than you expected. After a moment he sat down next to you, a little farther away than you would’ve liked. 

“People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.”

 Mr. Morrissey hopped up off the couch and padded over toward the kitchen. “Wait, where are you going-” you said, scrambling for the remote. He chuckled the pretty chuckle that gave you butterflies and said, “Relax, I’m coming right back.” He popped something in the microwave and while it was cooking came over to refill your drink with a soft murmur of “my lady” as he poured as though he were some gentleman at a ball requesting a dance. You had a sneaking suspicion about what was in the microwave and it didn’t take long before the popping sound proved it. 

 A moment later he padded back over with the popcorn and actually sat a little closer to you so you could reach into the bag. You were quietly very very smug with yourself for getting yourself in this position but you ate quietly and watched the movie which already had you hooked. Slowly, as the movie went on the two of you drew a little closer, inches apart in that place where your skin begins to prickle because you’re so close to another person. At some point in the middle, he laid his arm on the back of the couch behind you and as minutely as you could you leaned into it. 

 By the end, you had soft tear tracks down your face that you were slightly anxious for him to see but you hadn’t been able to help yourself– it was such a good movie and the ending was so bittersweet. As the credits started to roll, he said softly, “Did you like it?” You nodded, leaning your head against his shoulder, only a little in case he pulled away. 

 “Yeah… I really did. That was really good.” There was a moment of silence of just you resting your head on his shoulder, feeling it move slightly every now and again with his breathing. But a second later it was over as he gently pulled out from under you and got up, taking your empty glass and the popcorn bag over to the kitchen. As you watched him, your eyes caught on an album on the lower shelf of the coffee table. Your eyes flicked over to him– his back was to you as he started washing the dishes from the pizza earlier.

 You tugged out the album and flipped it open. And you were surprised to see…..a young Professor Morrissey. Along with a lot of other people you didn’t know, mostly clad in black and chains. You skimmed the pictures, trying to see as much as you could before he came back because he might tug it away from you. You flipped another page and then instantly flipped back, eyes caught on some writing on a Polaroid. 

 Raven and Dio, 1997

 Your eyes snapped back up to him, still standing at the sink, turning off the water. You hurriedly shut the book and carefully shoved it back under the table. Not a second later, he came back and flopped back down onto the sofa a foot or two away from you and looked at you. “What now?” he said, that barely hidden amusement once again on his face. 

 A slight smirk started to creep onto your face and you turned to face him, getting a little closer. “Well…,” you said, eyeing him, “traditionally, if this were a date, this would be the part where you’d try to get me to put out,” you gave him a cocky grin. He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, his amusement more apparent, and said, “Now what makes you think this was a date?” 

 You took the opportunity to, in one swift motion, pull yourself across the couch and onto his lap, straddling him, gently resting your forearms on his shoulders and lacing your hands behind his head. His face only barely gave him away; he kept that smug little grin on his face but you were watching him closely and it wavered for a moment, just a flash of something uncertain yet excited. 

 He looked up at you like he was still the one in control but you could practically feel the electricity rolling off his skin, feel the micro-twitches that indicated he wanted to move, move in a way that you’d like. “Well,” you said, softly, a little breathless as you brought one of your hands back to trace at his bottom lip with a thumb. You half expected him to call that “the line” and shrug you off but he seemed too enraptured to move. Lowly, you continued, “You seem to be enjoying yourself just fine… Dio,” and before he could react at all, you leaned in to kiss him deeply. 

You were surprised at how he moved– you thought he’d freeze up and then stop you, push you off, tell you that was enough, but instead, you got a soft open-mouthed moan from him and he was crushing his lips against yours, a hand reaching up to tangle in your hair and pull you closer sharply, the other hand gripping at your hip roughly as he pushed up into your kiss. The air left your chest with the intensity of it, kissing him back and now desperately trying to keep up with his pace. 

He squeezed your hip with a ringed hand, making you gasp, your mouth falling open. He took the chance to push his hot wet tongue into your mouth, licking at your tongue. You made another soft noise and it was all you could do to reach up and pull softly at the hair at the back of his neck. He let out some kind of low rumbly noise in his chest, the hand on your hip loosening its grip to explore just under the hem of your shirt, his palm pressed flat against your bare flesh. You were so focused on his hand exploring your boundaries that you were caught off guard when he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and then gave it a sharp little nip, eliciting a groan from you.

 Your hips shifted on instinct and your eyes sprang open at what you could feel pressed hard between your legs. He slowly blinked his dark eyes open, your mouths still working at each other. An inch or two apart they looked honey golden instead of the rich dark brown that looked black in some lights. Testingly, you gave his hair another tug and shifted your hips at the same time, grinding downwards. He moaned lowly, his eyelids fluttering before he was looking at you again, that same hungry darkness his eyes had in his office. That should have scared you but it didn’t.

Your free hand started working its way downwards, pushing between the two of you, reaching for him– in the blink of an eye, he had your wrist in a vice-like grip, looking at you. “What do you think you’re doing?” he murmured, looking at you so intensely you knew he expected a real answer. You just looked at him for a moment, breathing off-kilter, trying to think of what to say. All you could get out was, “Dio.” He seemed to twitch, almost the beginning of a small shudder, but he didn’t let go of your wrist. 

 His other hand left your hair and pull at your other wrist so he was holding both your hands in his much larger ones, keeping them from going anywhere. “What’re you after?” he murmured. “You,” you panted back instantly, eyes darting across his features from his eyes to his mouth. You only had one thing left so you used it– you grinded down hard against his cock which was pressed between your legs in a way that was so tantalizing.

 He let out a sharp moan, squeezing your wrists tightly and you gave a little hiss. Your heart was racing and you could feel yourself throbbing– you’d be a little surprised if your pants weren’t soaked through with how wet you were. “Y/n…,” he said lowly. 

 “Please,” you murmured, leaning forward to kiss him again, deeply. He let you for only a moment before he was pushing you back, holding you at a length so you couldn’t do anything. You didn’t dare grind again, waiting to see what his decision would be. His breathing was still irregular but he was looking away from you and seeming to consider things. “Please,” you murmured again.

 You didn’t even see him make the decision but next thing you knew he was standing up, hoisting you up like you were nothing, and carrying you into the room across the apartment, the one you guessed was his bedroom. You were pleased to find your assumption correct when he dropped you down on his bed, where you bounced a little and then laid sprawled out in front of him. He climbed up on top of you, finding your hands again and pinning them above your head on the mattress, pressing himself down into you and catching you in another deep kiss, nipping at your lip. You moaned softly and bucked up into him, his grip on your hands a vice.

 He shifted so he could pin your wrists with one hand, the other reaching down to pull up your shirt, pushing it up so your chest was exposed. He let out a soft groan and when you were able to look at him again, you could swear he was drooling. He sank down on your chest with his mouth, kissing and licking and leaving little nips across your chest. You gasped and panted softly, so needy for this to move faster but so helpless to do anything to that effect. 

 A second later he was letting go of your wrists so he could fully peel off your shirt and sports bra. You sat up to help him, practically tearing the clothes off. He let out another satisfied groan, seeming to forget about pinning your wrists back so when he sank his hot mouth on one of your tits, you were able to pull him closer and tug at his hair at the same time. He nipped sharply at your nipple when you tugged so you cried out and bucked your hips up into him again. 

 You didn’t know how he moved so fast you couldn’t even see him but without warning his hand was between your legs, just applying pressure and exploring over the top of your pants. You let out a surprised moan that ended in a needy little whimpering sound. His hand felt huge against your center and you felt like you could cum at just the thought of how it’d feel inside you.

He lifted his head to switch tits, licking at your nipple and still feeling around, his eyes on you the entire time. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and your eyes were practically rolling back involuntarily.

 “You like that?” he said lowly. “Is this what you’ve been looking for for so long?” 

You gave him a sharp moan in payment, your hips twitching again.

 He chuckled low and you felt like you’d been on the verge of an orgasm for ten minutes now. “Look at you… so needy for me, trying anything to get me to touch you, to fuck you,” he mumbled against your chest. You whimpered helplessly, needing so much for him to just do it already so you could stop hovering in this place of almost-cumming. He kissed back up your chest reaching your jaw and then your cheek, his eyes on yours, watching every move. 

 “Do you want me to?” he said lowly. You nodded furiously, your whole body on fire.

“Say ‘yes’, princess, c’mon. Be a good girl,” he hummed in that same low tone.

“Y- yes- yes p- yes- please-” you gasped out, your blood thrumming in your ears.

 He made a pleased noise and sat up to pull off his shirt. You started reaching shakily for your pants, trying to remember how pants worked, how to unzip, how to get them off, but your eyes found themselves caught on his chest. His nipples were pierced. Two identical silver bars with a ball at each end winked at you from his nipples. You moaned deeply at the sight, your hands losing any sense they had a second ago. He only seemed more pleased, reaching down to undo the proper claps and zippers, pulling off your pants and then his and throwing them off the bed. Lastly, he tugged off his boxers, a large wet spot evident on the front of them. He was exactly as needy for you as you were for him.

 When you caught sight of his cock, you nearly fainted. He was….. Big. Not necessarily girthy or overly long– perfectly proportioned but large, certainly the biggest you’d ever seen. Your insides fluttered at the thought of that inside of you, filling you up.

 You registered the wet sound before you registered his fingers were brushing over your entrance, testing, searching. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, princess, is this all for me?” You nodded desperately, whimpering, nearly trembling with need. Luckily he seemed just as eager because he didn’t waste another moment before he laid back down on top of you and slowly pushed himself inside. You both groaned lowly as he bottomed out inside of you. You could feel the head of his cock so deeply inside, pressing against your cervix and your eyes rolled back, wanting to grip him tightly but not having the strength of mind or body to do so.

 “You-” he panted softly, his breath hitting your cheek, “you feel so good,” he groaned, resting his head on your chest for a moment, just catching his breath. You cradled his head against your chest, fingers laced in his hair. He pressed a few open-mouthed kisses against your collarbone, sitting up again so he could slowly start moving his hips, pulling almost out of you and then pushing back in.

 You moaned so deeply and gave his hair a sharp tug. He gasped and his hips jerked into you hard and you were finally able to look up at him with wide hazy eyes. His eyes were so dark and rich as his hips twitched slowly, just warming up, his soft mouth plush and pink and his cheeks flooded with color. You used your handhold in his hair to tug him back down to your mouth, bucking your hips up into him. He moaned and kissed you back, starting to fuck you a little faster, a little harder, the head of his cock brushing your cervix with every thrust in.

 He pulled back a little, fucking you a little harder, making you give a soft little moan with every thrust, but your eyes were still closed from the kiss and all the pleasure being shoved into your body. You felt his ringed hand on your cheek, holding your face, and his soft voice as he said, “Look at me.” 

You did as he said and blinked wide soft eyes at him, trying to focus enough to obey him. He rewarded you by moving a little faster, his eyes on yours, each of you almost studying the other. His mouth was parted so prettily, his breath hitting your face in short hot bursts. You moaned and shuddered. “D- Dio-” 

 He bucked into you hard, making you cry out. “That’s right, princess, say my name-” he said, fucking you hard now. You whimpered, chanting his name with every thrust. “D-Dio- Dio- Dio-” you whined, so close, “Dio, pl- I’m- please-” 

 “Cum for me, give it to me, princess- it's all mine- come on, it’s mine, I want it,” he murmured low and breathy, fucking the life out of you. You came hard with a cry, squeezing him so tightly, eyes squeezed shut, and you heard him join you a moment later, his hips freezing mid-thrust to shakily push the rest of the way into you, trembling a little before he collapsed on top of you. 

 He was kinda heavy but there wasn’t much you could do about it just now. You held him as close as you could, wrapping your legs around him so he was locked in place, so he wouldn’t go anywhere, cradling him against you. He seemed almost as limp and weak as you were, just laying against you panting heavily, both of you still twitching and shaking with aftershocks.

[for-a-longlongtime]

I'm fucking LIVING for all this art that people are making of @perotovar's Shane 'Dio' Morrisey x Tim Rockford fic!!

feisty lil goth guy i love you

[mustyrosewater]

Could you please write something about Dio going down on the reader. I love your works!

im so glad you like my writing!! i adore our resident goth boy dio, so i’m so happy to be writing this for you angel!!!

word count : 1435

nsfw warning !! : oral (f recieving) dirty talk, etc

you look down at dio with unblinking eyes as he sinks between your legs, the way that he’s looking at you alone is enough to result in your legs beginning to shake. 

the way that he’s staring back at you isn’t helping with the fact that i feels as if it’s news years eve within your stomache.

all of a sudden you feel like a lamb being stared down at by a wolf that was suddenly ready to sink its teeth into your flesh and feast. which, for a lack of a better term, was certainly not far off from what dio was about to do to you. 

“don’t look so scared.” 

his voice, sharp and mischevious, broke you out of the trance his gaze had created. only just now noticing the smirk that had come across his features as he stared up at you, using one of his ring covered hands to grip your thigh tightly.

even if the metal from his rings dug into your flesh, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as he brought his face closer and closer to your still clothes pussy; continuing to get closer and closer until you could feel his sharp breaths on your flesh. 

leaning your head back, you shut your eyes and let out a quiet whimper, only to be greeted by a harsh squeeze from the hand that was holding your thigh, just enough to make you gasp and look back down at dio, the smirk gone and now replaced with a frown. 

“don’t stop looking at me.” he drawled, only breaking your shared gaze to look down at the sight your panties were so selfishly hiding from him.

hooking his fingers at the top of your panties, he pulled them down harshly and unexpectedly, giving you little to no warning before he did so. 

a first reaction was to close your legs, only to be stopped by dio’s hands on your knees, wrenching them back open so that he could stare upon you in all its glory, not caring for your shyness. 

you couldn’t hide the blush that came to your face as you watched dio stuff the panties into the pocket of his black coat.

“don’t you fucking dare hide from me.” he growled, once again giving your thigh a rough squeeze.

dio had long been responsible for the hand sized bruises on your thighs that you’d been so desperately hiding from your friends and family for so long. bruises that he took pride in, once telling you that they were the markings that let other know that he owned you and that you belonged to him and nobody else.

and you fucking loved it. 

you continued to stare in awe as dio once again brought his face closer to your folds, his breath that had previously made you shiver, now causing you to moan softly as your brow creased and you bit your lip.

your reaction brought yet another smirk across dio’s features as he let his eyes flick up to yours, only to return to your eagerly waiting entrance. 

without a moment longer of hesitation and once again with little warning, dio lunged forward and licked a long stripe through your folds stopping right at the bud at the top of your flesh and taking it within his mouth, showing no mercy as he sucked on it harshly.

you yourself lunged forward, folding your stomach as you cried out and gripped his hair, only for him to use one of his free hands to grip your wrist roughly and place it at your side. you couldn’t hide your frown of disappointment. he never ever played fair. and you weren’t sure he ever would.

his eyes suddenly looked back up at your own, unmoving and unblinking as he made you watch him devour your pussy; he’d said he liked watching the faces you made. 

you couldn’t stop yourself from moving your hips against his mouth, an admittedly involuntary reaction when within seconds he’d already had you writhing under him. 

it was torture not being able to touch him at all, you wanted to run your fingers through his ebony hair, to grip and pull at it like you knew he liked.

the little bit of control you had left was suddenly ripped away from you as he reached his arm across your stomach an held it down, stopping your movement completely.

“ungh, dio, please-”

refusing to listen to your pleas, he only continued to suck on your clit, before moving back down to shove his tongue inside you, effectively beginning to fuck you with his tongue. 

again, you were unable to stop the cries coming out of you, holding your mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as he suddenly went from having you crying out to not being able to make any sound at all. 

as if all of this wasn’t enough, on top of everything, the sounds that he himself was making was enough to make the devil blush. 

the deep moans mixed with the wet slurping sounded borderline animalistic, not helped by the fact that he still had not taken his eyes off of you throughout this entire ordeal. 

“i- fuck”

any and all words you tried to muster only came out as cut off moans or whimpers. being able to render you speechles with his tongue was something dio was proud of and something he did indeed recognize the irony of, missing no chance to tease you about it as often as possible.

you couldn’t help it, you leaned your head back, it was only for a few seconds at best, but dio saw, and as soon as he did, his tongue disappeared from within you, his mouth was taken off of you alltogether. now leaving you feeling significantly more empty.

“what did i fucking say.” 

the fucker. he’d kept his mouth so painfully close it hurt, your flesh pulsing as it felt his breaths, now suddenly longing for what was no longer there.

looking back down, his frown was once again back, showing little to now amusement on his face, only pure seriousness. 

“no, dio please, don’t st-” 

“i told you not to fucking look away, how could i have made myself any clearer.”

any and all rationality had flung itself out the window, not when you were so desperate for anything, any form of friction at all to return to your flesh.

“i won’t look away again i promise, just please don’t fucking stop.” 

he seemed to mull it over, knowing how much it was killing you, taking his sweet time in deciding, all before flashing you another. fucking. smirk.

“i’ll be holding you to that.” 

within seconds, his mouth had returned, rougher and messier than before. he ate your pussy like a man starved, like an animal; it was sending you up into a euphoria, finding yourself rapidly approaching the cliff that was your orgasm, harder and faster than before.

“fuck! dio, baby, please don’t fucking stop!”

your cries and the way you writhed and twitched beneath his hold only prompted him to go even rougher, moving his head back and fourth and growling against your flesh, gripping your hips so hard that you were feeling them start to go numb. 

with a loud and choked cry, you felt yourself beginning to cum right on his tongue, which he quickly began to lap up as if it were the first water he’d seen after a week in the desert.

he didn’t stop, he didn’t slow down; not until you were nearly in tears from the sheer overstimulation of it all. not until you had to physically sit up and push his forehead so he would finally stop. 

as you sat there panting, dio looked up at you and grinned, his chin dripping and shining with your release, looking just as smug and proud as ever.

your heart was thundering in your head as you leaned down to kiss him, feeling little to no shame that you could taste yourself on his tongue; only finding it more enjoyable in the moment. 

continuing to kiss you as he began to climb on top of you; dio wasted no time in beginning to rub the hardness that was his clothed cock against your absolutely wrecked pussy, already having you whimpering against his mouth all over again.

finally breaking away from the kiss, you smiled at one another as you reached down to grip his cock through his leather pants. 

“even stevens.” you joked weakly, your voice croaking from crying out so much.

your words only resulted in a laugh from dio, who let his forehead rest against your collarbone as he laughed before leaning back up to kiss you again. 

[fictitious-little-stitious]

Masterlist

Hi! I write for Pedro Pascal characters. My fics are/will be in the G to PG-13 range, no smut. But my blog is very much 18+ only. Each fic is posted with its own warnings.

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🌿Fic Recs: A reblog = rec by default. I read non-Pedro characters sometimes, tagged # misc character fic and the character’s name.

🌿 I’ve organized my masterlist by:

Character (alphabetical by first name)

Fic Type

Title - relationship, general themes and/or warnings

Individual parts or chapters - themes and/or warnings

Agent Whiskey / Jack Daniels 💙

Drabbles (I use this term very loosely lol)

Breeze — x GN!Reader. Fluff, parenthood

Drink to Regret — no relationship. Angst, depression. Heed the warnings.

Gonna Lay Down the Law — x GN!Reader. Fluff, cheeky humor. Flufftober 2021

Oneshots

Hotcakes and Holding Hands — young, ranch hand Jack x GN!Reader. It will be a single oneshot that takes place over ~7-10 days, but I have posted 2 days so far.

First Friday (teaser) - Meet cute, fluff

Thursday - Writer Wednesday 08-25-2021. Fluffy fluff.

Series

Ten Seconds in the Saddle — & GN!Reader, platonic

Part One: The Cowboy

Part Two: The Stranger (in the works)

Part Three: The Clown (in the works)

Part Four: The Winner (in the works)

Dave York ⚫️

Drabbles

In the Quietest Moments — x GN!Reader, romantic domestic fluff. FLS Birthday Bash request.

Patience — x GN!Reader, Dave’s spouse. Suspense, serious. FLS Birthday Bash request.

Din Djarin 🤍

Drabbles

Well Loved — x GN!Mandalorian!Reader. Established relationship, fluff. FLS Birthday Bash Request.

Ezra 💚

One Shots

Letters in the Sand (in the works)

Series

Solivagrant (in the works)

Frankie “Catfish” Morales 🧡

Drabbles

Our Walkin’s Done — x GN!Reader. Angst, alcohol mention, separation.

Javier Peña ❤��

One Shots

Desperado (in the works) - the one that started it all. ❤️ When I finally complete and post it, I will feel like my child just graduated.

Reimbursements — Javi and GN!Reader, plantonic best friends. Fluff, suggestive humor.

Teaser / WIP What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve — xGN!Reader. Angst, miscommunication, meet cute.

Marcus Moreno 🟣

Drabbles

A Promise is a Promise — Marcus and his younger sister. Whump, happy ending. FLS Birthday Bash request.

Marcus Pike 💜

Drabbles

Postcard Proposal — Marcus x GN!Reader. Friends to pen pals to lovers, cheesy fluff.

Short Series

A Marriage that Was - x Ex-wife!Reader. (title taken from lovely @oonajaeadira’s Sunday Seven recommendation of “In Love’s Debris”)

In Love’s Debris - Her perspective. Angst, doubt, separation.

When It Came to an End - His perspective. Angst. (in the works)

Maxwell Lord 🟡

One Shots

Sandstone Skylines - Writer Wednesday 07-21-2021. Maxwell reflects on his life choices and how he’s going to change.

Pero Tovar 🖤

Drabbles

The Great Lookalike - Writer Wednesday 07-28-21. GN!reader x unnamed M!partner. Pero’s character is referenced. Fluff.

One Shots

Letters Unwritten — x GN!reader. Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, yearning. Flufftober 2021

Miscellaneous 🌈

This little WIP post from June 2022

Characters: Ezra, Frankie, and Jack/Whiskey

Pedro Pascal Character Headcanons

Go To Karaoke Songs - Mostly silliness. Brief mentions of death and lewd humor.

Characters: Dave York, Din Djarin, Ezra, Frankie Morales, Jack/Agent Whiskey, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Maxwell Lord, Max Phillips, Oberyn Martell. Shane “Dio” Morrisey, Zach Wellison

Line dividers by @ firefly-graphics

Header made on Canva, adapted from a lovely Save the Date template lol.

Banner created by @ acrossthesestars 💚

[artemiseamoon]

November Prompts | Oneshots & Drabbles

Assorted characters

List will be updated as I go

Content will vary

KEY 🥺 angst 💜 fluff 🔥 smut

Works so far...

1. Pumpkins and Chestnuts Ezra x Reader 💜

2. Reflections of the Past - Mandalorian x Reader 💜

3. Apple Pie & Chai - Marcus Pike x reader 💜

4. The Art of Storytelling - Ezra x Reader 💜

5. About Vampires -  Max x Reader implied 🔥

6. Confessions under the Stars - Ubbe x Reader 💜

7. Deviant  - Dark!Mando x F Reader 🔥

8. Eros at Dawn Javier Peña x F reader 🔥

9. Hawthorne & Photographs Marcus Pike x Reader 💜

10. Sweet Dreams Zach Wellison x Reader 💜

11. Shooting Stars  Eddie BTVS 💜

12. The Stranger Ragnar x Ofc  (smoldering mystery vibes?) 

13. The Remedy- Frankie (TF) x Reader 🥺💜

14. The Scarecrow Shane Dio Morrisey x Ofc 🥺

15. Lady Fortune  Ezra x Reader 🥺😍

16. Here we are in heaven Zach Wellison x Reader 💜

17. A Little Warmth Pero Tovar x Reader🥺 💜

18. Best In Town Modern! Hvitserk x reader 💜

19. A Little Longer Frankie (TF) x reader 🥺💜

20. Children of the Night Max Phillips x Vamp reader 🔥

21. Simmer Ragnar x Reader * I changed the prompt to fire

22. Exactly What I Needed  Will (TF) x reader 💜

23. Lilacs in the Wind Ezra x Samara (from my Lilac Lounge fic) 

24. Questionable Moments Max Phillips x reader 💜

25. Luminous Ezra x Reader 💜

26. Open topic w/ The Witcher - soon! A little delayed

27. Just Like Old Times Rollo x F reader 🥺🔥

28. Neptunium Vampire! John Wick x f reader 🔥

29. Apple Cider & Maple Syrup Dad!Ezra x f reader 💜

30. Love Letters Ezra x f reader 💜🔥

~

Original prompt list

Rest of the month / I’m catching up slowly

* the 26th will be free form day, open prompt

[theocseason4]

I THOUGHT Y OU MEANT THE BAND THE SMITHS AND I WAS ABOUT TO SEARCH TWITTER TO SEE WHAT MORRISEY SAID ABOUT SHANE DAWS*N

if anything that freak morrissey would support him

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

It's crazy to think just during Dec/Jan alone The Mandalorian fan fics were just starting to pic up, there were zero Ezra fics, now there's so many fics for all of Pedro's character's I can barely keep up. It kind of blows my mind how quickly our thirst escalated. 🤯

And like, the waves in which it escalated? Idk if you remember/were involved in those few days (or maybe it was a whole week) where we were all THIRSTY AF for his character in NYPD Blue? Shane “Dio” Morrisey? And now like nothing lol. Tovar has been a somewhat recent addition to the consciousness. And Frankie was added a little bit before him. My prediction is that Dave York will face a surge of popularity soon lol.

(Frankly though I am A OK with the increase in Ezra fics. Man is hot af and just. I’m here for my morally dubious space cowboy)

[lipstick0ntheglass]

dream looks like morrisey and shane dawson put together

[beyondtheblonde]

Mean Girls 1st National Tour - Philadelphia, PA

November 30, 2019 (matinée) | madeapactwithsatan’s master Format: m4a

Cast: Danielle Wade (Cady Heron), Mariah Rose Faith (Regina George), Megan Masako Haley (Gretchen Wieners), Jonalyn Saxer (Karen Smith), Mary Kate Morrisey (Janis Sarkisian), Eric Huffman (Damian Hubbard), Gaelen Gilliland (Mrs. Heron/Mrs. Norbury/Mrs. George), Adante Carter (Aaron Samuels), Kabir Bery (Kevin Gnapoor), Lawrence E. Street (Mr. Duvall), Marcus Shane (u/s Tyler Kimble) Notes: Includes BC/EFA speech.

[mustyrosewater]

pedro pascal as shane “dio” morrissey gif icons

all made by me, please credit if you use :)

[f0rever15elf]

This is the best thing I have heard all month lmfao. Congratulations on identifying the road hazard and then plowing directly into it lmfaooooo. I knew I would be obssessed with him cause tall, dark, and emo is 1000000% my type (like, Shane Morrisey....if you weren't a killer...call me) but you are totally right the "I can fix him" is a huge appeal which is BASICALLY the mentality of everyone Dream meets lol. I have ~ideas~ for stories for him.

My obsessions this summer, in order, have been Viktor from Arcane, Eddie from Stranger Things, and Dream/Morpheus. I think mayhaps I have a type

I SEE YOU AND I GET YOU BECAUSE LIKE SAAAMMMEEEE. Viktor's accent gets me every time and Dream's reactions to everything where he just looks perpetually confused and near tears I'm just like !!!!!!!

[ealderet]

'The Walking Dead': Primeras imágenes de la nueva villana.

La décima temporada introducirá a un personaje que será todo un reto enfrentar. Resulta toda una ironía que en una serie apocalíptica como The Walking Dead los verdaderos villanos no sean precisamente los muertos vivientes. Estos han pasado a segundo plano y son sólo las piedritas en los zapatos de cada uno de los protagonistas. Pero hay villanos que no han necesitado pasar a mejor vida para complicarles la existencia a los sobrevivientes. En los casi 10 años que lleva la serie al aire han desfilado traicioneros como Merle Dixon (Michael Rooker), hermano de Daryl; Shane Walsh (Jon Bernthal), uno de los primeros villanos que hicieron rabiar al espectador; o que tal Alpha (Samantha Morton), una dictadora cruel y despiadada cuya filosofía de vida no tiene límites. Pero los dos ganadores por maldad son: el famoso Gobernador (David Morrisey) y Negan (Jeffrey Dean Morgan), ambos nos han dado los mejores momentos de la serie e incluso nos han hecho olvidar que existen zombis queriendo sangre alrededor de ellos. Ahora Michonne (Danai Gurira) tendrá que enfrentarse a otro malévolo ser cuyas intenciones no son buenas. Para la décima temporada seguirán con parte de la historia que arrastran desde la novena: la de los Susurradores. Alpha al lado de Beta (Ryan Hurst) cargarán con gran parte de los obstáculos a vencer, pero falta un villano mucho más atemorizante dentro del listado de honor, la debutante: Gamma, que será interpretada por la actriz de culto Thora Birch (Ghost World) y ahora podemos echarle un vistazo a cómo lucirá en la serie. Hace uno días en el panel de The Walking Dead en San Diego Comic Con, una de las tantas noticias que emitieron fue que Birch sería parte de la temporada 10, siendo otra susurradora, pero una mucho más fuerte y será peligrosa que Alpha. Gamma, así como varios nuevos personajes que se integran, no están dentro de los cómics. Agregar personajes inéditos que no sean originales de las historietas no significa nada malo, son libertades creativas que muchas veces resultan grandes adiciones a los universos. En el caso de esta serie nos encontramos escépticos, porque seguimos sorprendidos lo lejos que ha llegado y lo distante de un punto final. Así que no nos queda más que esperar a conocer el aporte de Gama, Alpha y Beta.  The Walking Dead regresa el domingo 6 de octubre.

[themightygoat]

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Star Sign: Libra

Height: 5′1″

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw<3

Favorite Color: Purple

Average hours of sleep: 7-8 most of the time.

Cat or Dog person: I’m definitely a cat person but I still love dogs too.

Favorite Fictional Characters: Shane, Sebastian, and Leah from Stardew Valley Bobby from King of the Hill Panda from WBB Peridot, Steven, and Greg from SU Joey from Friends Bee and Puppycat from Bee and Puppycat 

Number of Blankets I sleep with: 2, I used to sleep with more but now I have the body heat of another person to keep me warm.

Favorite Singers/Bands: Morrisey and the Smiths The Cure Placebo Led Zeppelin My Chemical Romance Tame Impala Iron Maiden

Dream Trip: Olso for the summer, Northern Japan in the Winter, Kyoto in the fall, France in the spring (Esp. Versailles)

Dream Job: Doctor or Veterinary Medicine.

When was this blog created: I have no idea tbh.

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