#sweetpascal

[tojisun]

I'M SORRY I KEEP SENDING YOU TIK TOKS

BUT OH MY GOD

DAD BOD SIMON ??????????

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8JeEXmW/

🛐👁️👁️🛐

I CREAME D I MEANI SCREAMED

dad bod simon is so dear to me (the chronicles ive written… oh to revisit them again) and this has me—

i am—

my god just imagining coming home to this simon, whose body has grown soft in his retirement, and having him pull you down and press his body to yours while he takes you there on the sofa. your legs are thrown on his sides, and he fills you up so perfectly that all you could do is babble nonsense, aching deeply to have more because, “please si? gi’me more?”

“shh,” he croons, cupping your jaw. “i’ve got you, kid.”

[almostfoxglove]

omgggg i got so excited seeing your new moodboard challenge !! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

for me, how about marcus pike + horror + brown 👁️👁️

ally that's so sweet ahh!! so glad you're hopping in - thank you SO much for this prompt it was SOOO fun to play with horror, and I cannot wait to read whatever spooky magic you come up with :,) <3

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[sweetpascal]

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⤷ hhhiiii. my name is Ally. i'm 22 years old. she/they. INFJ coded. mental health advocate. and my current fandoms are literally anything related to Pedro Pascal. ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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[casiia]

i just found your account and i am in awe of your writings !! can't wait to see what else you have up your sleeves 🥹🩷

HELLO SWEETUMS!! thank you so much omg literally made my heart swell, i’m so glad you like reading my stuff that makes me so happy :,)

[taeslarityy]

dirty laundry ༄ dave york one shot (18+)

-> pairing: dark dave york x female reader

-> word count: 2.8k

-> summary: it’s a hot august week at the york’s lake house, which also happens to be the week you and your husband got married one year ago. your father in law — dave york — finds you changing in the laundry room and decides to give you a celebration of his own.

-> warnings/tags: father-in-law dave york, infidelity, dubcon, NON-CON, age gap (reader is 21, dave is nearing 50), SMUT 18+, heavy degradation(whore, slut, bitch), humiliation, dumbification, unprotected piv, sir kink, rough face-fucking, forced creampie, talk of pregnancy, reader is under the impression that she endures forced impregnation, hair pulling, slapping, spanking, semi naive reader, dave is not a cutesy nice man in this.. he honestly has no concern for readers feelings or pleasure. so please, if themes like dubious consent + non-con + blatant cheating are not ur forte, protect ur peace and scroll away!!

-> a/n: okay okay hiiiii. when i decided to participate in @hellishjoel ‘s #hotdilfsummerchallenge, i had a few ideas in mind. one happened to be this! but i felt more comfortable writing for joel and was confident in what i had planned. basically, this is opposite of that. no fluff or happy ending.. or even happy anything. so i wanted to share! thanks again kylee for letting me participate <3 and thank you to my beloved dearest @sweetpascal for aiding me yet again, i love u 🤍

let me know your thoughts!

DARK CONTENT BELOW: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

A huge part of growth, means acknowledging your mistakes.

When you failed your first semester of college, you knew it was from lack of trying and partying six days a week. So, you studied more and partied four days a week instead. When you slammed your brand new Mercedes into a flag pole, you knew it was from scrolling on Instagram which caused you to push accelerate rather than stop. So, you never went on your phone while driving again.

When you fell in love your sophomore year and decided to get married at twenty, you knew it was because you needed the well-off grad school bachelor, Daniel York. So, inadvertently, you settled. Now, a year later, you're sobbing in his family’s lake house bathroom because he somehow forgot that tonight was the eve of your wedding anniversary.

You feel like a complete and utter idiot. And for once in your life, you just might be. Staring at your reflection, you examine your appearance. You look effortlessly amazing today, after spending the day out on the boat. Hair, body and face all faintly sun-kissed. Your skin freshly shaved, legs and arms lathered in your favorite oil.

This was your final attempt to see if Daniel would stare at you with the same look of admiration he had so long ago. Your first attempt to ask him about starting your own family. Tonight was the night, and you were determined.

Briefly peeking out of the guest bathroom and down the hall, you decide you can rush into the laundry room only a few doors down. Everyone should seemly be downstairs, finishing up a game of Monopoly. You had the pleasure of winning two games in a row, pissing of the frightfully competitive York family. That’s when you decided to call it a night and head up to get ready for bed — bidding everyone a goodbye as you kissed your husband atop his head.

Wrapping your robe securely around your waist, you make your way towards the closed door and enter just as the dryer sings the most obnoxious 45 second tune that confirms the load is finished. Rich people shit, you mutter to yourself. Grabbing your bikini and sundress to hang up first, then laying out a sheer white silk sleeping dress with baby blue lace trim.

Looking back at the closed door, you conclude you should be fine to just throw it on before laying yourself out on your shared bed. Ready for your husband to see you so open and willing to be used by him. As your robe falls to your feet, a slight creek fills the silent space.

Whipping your head back and grabbing the nearest towel to cover yourself, you're met with an alluring glare from your husbands own dad. Your father-in-law, Dave York.

"Dave wha- what are you doing?" You question with a panic laced tone. Completely thrown off by the way he's leaning against the now locked door, hands in his wrinkle-free perfectly fitted black work slacks. His lack of response is louder than the faint trickle from the utility sink your bare-ass is pressed against.

Dave saunters over to you, his pristinely polished shoes clinking heavily with every step despite the minimal weight he's using. It's a commanding presence, shows how he doesn't have to storm over to establish authority. His handsome body towers over you and the faint hairs on your spine rapidly rise at the feeling of his warmth nearing your own naked body. Aside from the small washcloth that covers your crotch and arm across your heavy tits.

His veiny calloused wedding ring-wearing hand reaches next to you, finding the lace on your nightgown satisfyingly soft.

"Look at this, angel. Did you plan on wearing it for my inconsiderate son?" He remarks, looking into your wide eyes as his fingers continue to twist and feel at a piece of clothing that is filling you with an overbearing amount of embarrassment.

"I d- you weren't supposed to see that." The nervous confession brings a crooked grin to Dave's face.

"It's real pretty, just like you. Sexy even.... but I wouldn't waste my time putting something like this on for Daniel." Shaking his head at your frazzled state and utilizing that dismissive tone he does so well.

"W-why?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance at your innocent unknowing voice, Dave reaches a hand to slowly move your arm that's covering your plush chest. "Because, he left 10 minutes ago. Waved bye to me as I pulled into the driveway."

Now you're really fucking confused. Your husband never goes off without texting you to let you know, and why would he leave you alone at his parents home? Especially on the night prior to your anniversary.

"I don't understand. Did he tell you where he was going?" You probe at him, not processing the way his rough fingertips are skimming over your navel, up across your chest. Suddenly, you yelp as he pinches your pebbled nipple and grips under your adjacent perky breast. Your hand quickly grabs at his wrist, but he slaps it away — holding it at your waist.

"You really have nothing going on in that head of yours, huh? Just floating around being the perfect little wife for my son, is that right? Too stupid and blind to see that your husband cheats on you every living moment and only married you because you're nothing more than a sweet voice who’s gentle on the eyes." His painful out-of-pocket words paired with the twisting of your nipples has heavy tears brimming at your lashes. "Kind of him to make sure you're gentle on his old mans eyes too.... we always did share a type."

"Fuck you," you spit at him. You've never dared be rude to Dave, or anyone for that matter. But his condescending temper, sudden violations to your privacy paired with the already upsetting feelings you've been enduring today was a breaking point. As you rip your hand from his grasp prepared to rush out of the room, he grabs your throat in a vice grip. Landing a brutal smack on your cheek that causes your head to turn from the impact, just for him to use that same hand to yank your hair back to a straight position. Body now pressed against your own — you feel the washcloth protecting your femininity drop at your bare feet in terror.

"Hmm. Never heard you cuss before, sweetheart. Thought I taught my son to train his wife better than that."

A heavy tear streams down your now red swollen cheek, as you take in the hurtful message your father in law is clarifying. You're nothing but a piece of fuck meat, a trophy wife. But clearly not honored enough for your husband to use you. Humiliatingly, the way Dave's clothed body is up against your own, has your exposed cunt throbbing and leaking down your legs for him. You were good enough for Dave York, and that was an honor within itself.

"'M sorry," you murmur at the feel of his covered thigh spreading your leg and nudging into your soaked pussy.

Dave chuckles at your nearly cock drunk state, "haven't even touched you and your leaking on my dress pants. No wonder he keeps you around, you're just a perfect little slut willing to please."

"Y- yeaah," you sigh lightly humping his thigh, even though Dave didn't even ask a question. Something within you just wanted him to understand your body was his to use, despite both your sacred dedications to other partners. People so close to you. His son, your husband. Your mother-in-law, his wife.

He swiftly moves his thigh from between your legs, pinching your cheeks so they're puckered willing you to look at him with those glossed over doe-eyes he fucking leaks over. "Use that head and address me properly."

Your head swarms for a second, worried of his reaction to an incorrect title. Testing the waters, you whine, "yes, sir." The words muffled by the tight hold he has on your face.

With a sinister grin on his face, Dave pushes you down on the solid tile — hand still threaded through your hair to ensure your head movement is in his control.

"Look at that, your brain does work. Let's see about that mouth."

Yanking the zipper down, he pulls his semi-hard cock out and slaps it on your cheek, precum smearing slightly. As you eye his cock, you come to the realization that he's slightly bigger than his son at half mast, and you're gonna have to calm yourself to handle a monster like that.

"Are you gonna show me how good you take a cock down your throat? With those dick-sucking porn worthy lips?" Dave peers down at you. He has started to jerk himself to full length, his thumbs barely touching around his width.

"Yes, sir. I am."

The way your eyelids flutter up at him, so docile and unaware of just how vicious Dave intends to be on your needy body. It unlocks that fundamental primal male urge that he normally suppresses during sex.

"Open your mouth, bitch." As your tongue lolls out of your mouth obediently, a dribble of spit going down your chin to your neck to your tits gleams in the soft light. Dave grins as he stuffs two fingers in your mouth, touching at your sensitive uvula. You instantly attempt suppressing your rare gag reflex, body unprepared for his actions. "Nice job, knew you were meant to have your mouth filled."

Dave rips his fingers from you and smears the thick string of saliva across your face — slapping you across the face, rather gentle than before. As he grabs his cock and lines it up with your mouth, you inhale deeply. Seemly more aware of how Dave likes to be. Callous, straight-forward and dominant.

Before you can suck him into your mouth, Dave spits right on his cock — some of it landing on your moisturized lips — just to slam himself down your throat. Your eyes spring open looking up at him, polished hands gripping at his slack-covered thighs. You feel your left over slick on his right pant leg. The taste of his long day is heavy on your tongue as his balls nuzzle at your chin. You're overwhelmed with his scent. The hair at the base of his cock tickles your nose, stud piercing almost getting caught.

"Riiiight there, that's fucking it. What a real fucking whore."

Dave lets his head fall backwards, eyes on the ceiling as he feels you sputter around him, your spit dripping heavily down his balls and onto the tile between his legs. He's unsure on how long he looks upwards, until he feels the digging of your fingertips into him. When he looks down, your eyes are bulging — about to roll into the back of your skull. So he pulls off of you.

Your belligerent cough is almost too loud for comfort, so Dave jerks his cock and plops his full balls into your mouth. And like the eager girl you are, you suck them into your mouth. Licking at the seam between them, letting them bounce off of your tongue. You lick downwards, tonguing at his delicate perineum. That small but dirty act makes him groan loudly. Loud enough for someone on the second floor to hear.

Realizing he's getting too comfortable, he goes back to filling your mouth. Alternating between shallow fucking of the throat and just letting it bulge inside. His big hands wrapping around your neck to jerk himself through the thin hump of protruding skin.

When he hears the shrewd screech of his name from the mouth of his wife downstairs, he pulls out swiftly and yanks you up, hoisting your leg onto the counter. Prodding his cock head at your now unbelievably soaked entrance.

Your mind is hazy and disorientated concerning what's about to happen. You feel like you've barely had any time to process the fact that your father in law is treating you like a common street whore. So, when he pushes into you, a wailing shriek escapes you.

Dave slaps his heavy hand around your mouth from behind, pushing in balls deep but not before releasing a moan of his own.

"Better shut that mouth before I stuff something in there... good god. How is that cunt so damn tight? You're snug around me, guess you're not a slut after all. Tight pussy but loose throat, just how I like it."

Dave proceeds with his relentless thrusts into your aching cunt. You don't remember the last time you were filled so thoroughly. It makes you forget how fucked up this situation truthfully is.

As Dave's cock is slamming into your cervix over and over, you feel your lower stomach tightening. He feels it too. Dave has been holding in his orgasm since you first fell to your knees and gave him those fuck toy eyes. So before you can cum all over him, he grabs you by the neck from the front and puts your ear right by his mouth so he can relay his special message.

"My son told me you've been begging him for a baby... how sweet. You just wanna be a mama, huh? Or maybe, you think having one will fix your relationship. Just reminds me how stupid you are. If a kid could save a marriage, my wife and I would've been happy ever since she pushed that little shit out. But, I'm gonna make it even better for you, sweetheart...."

Dave pushes to the hilt as you cum around him, whimpering behind his hand. Eager to hear his words, simultaneously terrified.

"Gonna cum inside and get you pregnant myself."

You scream into his hand, trying to push him away from you, trying to get yourself away from his spearing cock. All your effort does is push him in deeper, your body going lax at how stuffed you are.

"Don't fight me, angel. Just take it..." You feel his warm cum spilling into you, your body quivering. "Good... so good. I already feel your body sucking up my cum.. eager for it. Eager to be round with your father in law's baby. What will it call me? Grand-dad?" He snickers into your ear as he releases your body. You just lay there, half your limp limbs hanging off the counter.

Dave watches his thick white liquid drip out of you, and down your inner thighs. He pats your ass and tucks himself back into his slacks.

"Don't worry too much. Daniel looks just like me, he'll never find out his kid is actually his half-sibling. That is unless you tell him. You want him to find out you were on your knees being a slut for his, daddy?" Dave questions you. You don't speak a word. Just staring at the piped detailing on the cupboard that holds all the scented detergents.

"Just go, please. So I can clean myself up." Those few begging words take the reminanets of your little energy.

Dave grabs your now wrinkly nightgown and robe, pulling you off the counter so you're forced to stand in front of him. Body spent, his finger prints have left slight indents on various parts of you that you're positive will bruise in the days to come. You realize now, there's no way your husband can see you uncovered for weeks.

"You're gonna put this slutty outfit on and walk your ass into his room, with my cum dripping down your legs. He's been waiting for you, sweetheart."

Your jaw drops at his demand. Disgusted yet your cunt clenches at the filth of it all.

"I thought you said he left?"

Dave just smiles at you like you're a mindless child. You almost fall to the floor in despair at the discovery of what a lying sick bastard Dave has revealed himself to be. You don't know what to do. You've caught yourself up in this twisted game and as of now, there's no way out.

So, you throw the soft lace over your head and run your fingers through your hair attempting to fix your appearance. As you unlock the door, Dave places a gentle hand on your waist and kisses the top of your head. You hear him inhale your scent before he pushes you out of the door and watches you meander to his son's room, a slight limp in your legs.

You look at him, distain on your face as you open the door to find your husband scrolling on his phone. With an arrogant look spread across his face — "Where have you been?"

Dave hears the click of the door lock setting in place. As he walks towards the stairwell, he can't help but laugh at the memory of his vasectomy he received many years ago.

thank you truly for reading! let me know your thoughts below or in asks!! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

[baronessvonglitter]

Summer's almost over, and since I've been officially posting on tumblr since June, I'm going to start compiling fic recs on a seasonal basis, so naturally we're starting with summer.

I realize some of these fics are older, and some are even out of season ("Boo" takes place on Halloween) but this is my blog and I'm not gonna hold myself to too many standards 😜

Honestly, everything I reblog is an automatic "fic rec". The ones below are my particular favorites of this past summer 🌅

Abducted ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @propheticbride

Boo ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @pascalsbby

Brat! ~ Joel Miller x brat!female!reader ~ by @shellshocklove

Caught in the Act ~ pre-outbreak Joel Miller x roommate!fem!reader ~ by @mermaidgirl30

Cuts Like Glass ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @morallyinept

Dinner and a Show ~ Joel Miller x Roman Roy x f!reader ~ by @strang3lov3

Doctor's Pet ~ doctor!Dave York x nurse!reader ~ by @evolnoomym

Heavenly Bound ~ Jackson!Joel Miller x afab!virgin!reader ~ by @ozarkthedog

I Can Bring You in Hot ~ Din Djarin x Maxwell Lord ~ by @ghostofaboy

In the shadows of others, we grow (series) ~ Tim Rockford x Dave York ~ by @sin-djarin

Just Like That (series) ~ dark!perv!stepdad!Joel Miller x fem!reader ~ by @sweetpascal

My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder ~ Javier Pena x reader ~ by @miss-oranje-disco-dancer

The Nebble Files (series) ~ Tim Rockford x OFC Jane Nebble ~ by @inept-the-magnificent

Please, Sir ~ Marcus Pike x female!reader ~ by @mountainsandmayhem

The Police Officer ~ uniformed!Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @myownwholewildworld

Privates ~ AU!Joel Miller x Javier Pena x afab!reader ~ by @eff4freddie

Push It ~ Joel Miller x fem!reader ~ by @milla-frenchy

Put it in, Coach ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @magpiepills

The Rift (series) ~ Marcus Moreno x Marcus Acacius x Marcus Pike x f!reader ~ by @whataperfectwasteoftime

Savior ~ dark!Joel x captive!reader ~ by @lokischocolatefountain

Strawberry Sugar ~ modern!Oberyn Martell x f!reader ~ by @guiltyasdave

Sweet Tooth ~ mom's bf!Javier Pena x f!reader ~ by @magpiepills

Table for Three ~ Joel Miller x f x Dave York ~ by @aurorawritestoescape

Untitled Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @joelslastofus

Untitled Marcus Acacius x f!reader ~ by @joelslastofus

Volatile ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @javier-pena

The Wedding Night ~ Marcus Acacius x female!reader ~ by @ienjoywritingfilth

Wildest Dreams (series) ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @guiltyasdave

[littlemisspascal]

New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

@almostfoxglove @syd-djarin

New Works Added ✨

Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊

As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let know and I’ll remove them asap 😊

@pedrito-friskito Din Track 9  - The Prophecy

@secretelephanttattoo Din Hatch

@undercoverpena Joel It’s Different in the Sun, In the Day / Frankie Take You to the Hilltop, and Tell You You’re Pretty

@sweetpascal Joel Just Like That

@alltheirdamn Joel Rotten

@spacecowboyhotch Joel Mellow Embers

@burntheedges Joel What It Is to Grow

@mermaidgirl30 Joel Teach Me a Lesson, Mr. Miller

@stylesispunk Joel ‘The other side of the door’

@littlepadika Joel Outbreak Day Eve

@backtothefanfiction Joel Insecure

@wildemaven Joel + Dave Life and Loss

@criticallyacclaimedstranger Joel Excitement

@the-ginger-hedge-witch Joel Fixed Up

@djarinmuse Joel Is Joel Okay?

@novemberrain-writes Whiskey Panic Attack / Marcus P Vomiting

@crowandmousewritingco Dieter Facing the Monsters Head On / Ezra Strange Creature

@schnarfer Dieter Dieter’s Doggy Style

@wheresarizona Marcus A Columba

@absurdthirst Frankie The Weekend Getaway

@janaispunk Oberyn Dancing Phantoms on the Terrace

[tojisun]

simon is a thirst trap king okay ???

especially in a relationship with you. he loovveesss sending thirst trap videos and pics cause he's a fucking whore and he LOVES your reactions.

imagine he sends you this video of himself walking in the rain in a thin t-shirt that hugs his muscles:

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8JJerVp/

I'M S(CREAMING) 🛐🛐🛐🛐

also simon lowkey has a tik tok where he posts these thirst traps because YOU want him to 😭

OH MY GODDD

im giggling but simon is a thirst trap king for sure!! his body is great, with the scars and all, and he knows it and i love that so much!

it starts with a gym pic—a black compression shirt, some shorts, and his beautiful tatted delts on display. has your mouth watering so you send him appreciative comments, chirping how he looks good and that wow he should really come home soon. (he did lol)

then it exploded into something permanent when you posted it on your socials—“ribbon challenge with my man” and it’s him tearing through the pink bow on his bicep by flexing, and people, rightfully so, are interesteddd

he starts an account per your suggestion, and every post a video he’s already sent you so he always dedicates them to you. he always tags your user in every post, and there are no hashtags or anything, and he limits the comments to only you because you’re truly the only target audience he needs 🙂‍↕️

sure his friends start featuring in them (number one liked video was when he dumped his phone on price and this man was so sleep deprived, he thought he’s on a facetime call or smthn and just started murmuring, “hey. yeah how are you?” (this greeting is just muscle memory) “sorry i can’t hear you well because the kids (he means the boys) are loud but when are they not. hello? i cant hear you—” he brought the phone close to his forehead. “hello? simon! the call’s been dropped, i think!”) but it’s always videos of him flexing, or showing off his back, or his tits to you first then to the masses LOL

but yea this man thirst traps well. needs to tease you first, you know?

(you start retaliating and, well, simon can no longer let the lads borrow his phone)

[almostfoxglove]

my queen. 🛐🛐

it's been so hard to pick a pedro boy for your au moodboards, but i keep having this idea of "the one where (pedro boy) is a divine entity"

good or evil, i knnnooowww you'd turn this out 🫶🏼

so many thoughts keep coming to mind of like, god of love, god of destruction, a regular angel, a fallen angel, etc.

ALLY! I know I messaged you to giggle about this, but I love that you sent this request while I was away and I already had a joel as an archangel / fallen angel moodboard in my queue :,) GREAT MINDS!!

for this, I went a lil wild with it, but I hope you like horseman of the apocalypse!ezra (pestilence, specifically!) - found here!

thank you so much for sending this request sweet friend, it was a fun one!! I hope you like it :,)

[sweetpascal]

last updated ;; february 12, 2024

☆ ;; smut

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someplace nice ☆ [ when simon finally comes back home from deployment, he makes sure he spoils you in the best way possible. ] w/ visuals - husband!simon

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husband!simon

olderbf!simon picking you up from work

dad!simon

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never would have thought [having been friends for a few years, you never would have thought you'd lower your standards to fill that void in your life. no matter how many times könig has tried to prove your worth, you're too blinded. ] - bff!könig

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[magpiepills]

Fuck. Wednesday again!

Thanks for tagging me @aurorawritestoescape and @mermaidgirl30

Here in the land of a million WIPs, we have zero accountability. Nobody ever pesters me for updates or timelines or hints or anything. It’s nice to just be out chasing butterflies all the time, thinking up ideas, never writing them down. The downside is that I don’t write them down. I think them, I enjoy them, I forget them.

Sometimes I say I’m working on fics and I’m not! It’s lies! Instead I’m refilling my cup, petting the dogs, watching the chimp show, acting foolish on discord, et cetera.

I’ve promised a lot of things, and unfortunately, I will not be delivering soon. So what have I got to share on this WIP Wednesday? Well, I’ll show you.

First there’s this wee little mood board I made!

Ain’t she a beaut? I’m partial to it. Really feeling the blues and oranges.

I’ve also got this little snippet I can share: SMUT BELOW MDNI

He doesn’t bother with subtleties anymore. He pushes you back down onto the scratchy couch cushions, biting and sucking over your bare tits, kissing them, squeezing and lifting them to his greedy mouth, making you dizzy with his passionate ministrations. He kisses down your stomach and back up, capturing your lips, sliding his tongue against yours. His arms surround you, pulling you against the turgid member, grinding it against your hip.

He gathers the delicate lace of your panties in his hand and pulls, letting the fabric pull against your pussy. The drag of lace over your clit makes you whimper and squirm. He kisses your shoulder, your neck, and slips his hand into your ruined panties to cup you from behind. His hand covers you, he’s not rough, not gentle as he presses and rubs, smearing you with your own arousal, never quite touching where you need him until you’re panting and desperate,

If this sounds up your alley, by all means, pester me to actually write it. I’ve got a whole outline and if you want to hear about it I will tell you everything I am a slut for smut that way. Just putting out for anybody. That maybe the only way to get this done because to be honest, it’s kind of a whole thing and I’m excited about it but writing it is something else, ya know?

NPT @milla-frenchy @arcanefox207 @mountainsandmayhem @604to647 @whocaresstillthelouvre

@nerdieforpedro @schnarfer @pascalssbabyy @sweetpascal @luxurychristmaspudding

[taeslarityy]

-ˋˏ wip wednesday ˎˊ-

i’m late!! whoopsies!! i fell asleep early for work but i’m on a little break and wanted to post this quickly, so thank u to my sweetie pie @sweetpascal for tagging me in my 1st wip wednesday aurrr!!! so exciting 🎉

this is a little something i’ve had in my drafts for like… half a year…. and it’s very unfinished but oh so delicious. 60+ years old grandpa peepaw old man jackson joel and reader. established relationship. cockwarming in the below freezing wyoming weather. 🤭

FUCK ME PEEPAW FUCK ME FUCK FUCK FUCK MEE!!!!!!!

also, killing two birds with one stone here because @ovaryacted made me giggle with this today.

not gonna tag anyone because… most my mutuals have done them already hehe! and i’m a day late!!

bye pookies <3

[pearlessance]

WIP WEDNESDAY

thank you to @sweetpascal for the tag, this is my first ever wip wednesday and I'm honored 🥹

this is a lil snippet from an almost finished tommy x reader x joel fic that was inspired in part by the new trailer and also by a comment that @tinyglamdramaqueen made on my fic our little secret oops 🫣

Even as his brother tries to explain, “I didn’t go after her. Not at first. She came onto me.” Joel’s got one hand on the steering wheel and the other propped on the open window of his truck as they drive home from a particularly exhausting day. He furrows his brows and asks, “Don’t you think that’s a little suspicious? You sure she actually likes you and isn’t just tryin’ to get her daddy’s attention?” Tommy snorts. “Even if she was, I wouldn't care. You ever met a girl that loves to suck cock before?” “Jesus Christ—” “An’ I mean love, Joel. Not like. Love.” There are stars in his eyes and he knows it’s a serious matter but Joel can’t help the laugh that escapes him. He thinks it must be high praise coming from his brother who goes home with a different girl every other weekend. “That good, huh?” “Better than good.”

no pressure tags; @alltheirdamn @mrsmando @mermaidgirl30 🩷

[moonlight-prose]

── wip wednesday

thank you for the tag @sweetpascal! i'm jumping between two logan fics today so i'll drop a snippet from each

right where you left me ch. 2

Wade's snoring echoed through the thin walls as he stood there, his body begging for a bit of sleep. Even if his mind refused to shut off. Images of you played through his head on a loop. The past was shadowed in pain, memories dipped in a venom he once wished would kill him eventually. Yet seeing you yesterday - a version that remained untouched by the depravity of what already happened to him - launched him back into a time that never seemed to be very far behind him.

"You weren't there! And they needed you."

Silver ebbed from his knuckles as he faced the window - eyes shut and chest heaving. There was no question the sweat came from the humidity in the air. The cold chill along his spine however stemmed from you.

"You're not the Wolverine Logan. You're just a disappointment."

He fought the snarl that worked it's way up his throat. A heavy pounding began to form at the front of his head. A drum he couldn't tear himself away from.

"Live with that."

fuel the pyre of your enemies

"Tell him it wasn't my fault!" You bit down on the inside of your cheek until copper flooded your mouth. "Tell him to let me go!"

His chuckle wasn't of amusement but disdain. Squeezing his hand, he effectively cut off the man's airflow as he turned to you with a soft grin. All the anger, all the seething hatred, would never be faced at you. Logan felt his heart ache at the fear in your eyes - the blatant shakiness of your hands as you hugged the blade against your chest for protection.

He made you feel safe in ways that no one else could. Perhaps that's why you fell for him so quickly.

"What do you say baby?" His voice was hoarse from shouting, ragged enough to curl around your heart and appease the anxiety growing there. "Should I let him go?"

"No." You knew your voice shook yet you said the word anyways with narrowed eyes and a bitter heart.

i'm so happy i finally managed to catch this ask game on an actual wednesday!

tagging the lovelies: @eupheme @joelsgreys @rae-gar-targaryen @pennyserenade @superhoeva

[littlemisspascal]

New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

Cleaning up the Library again 🧹🧼 Never fails to break my heart when this talented fandom loses some of its shining stars. Please treat each other with kindness + support y'all 💙

New Works Added ✨

Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊

As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let know and I’ll remove them asap 😊

@beskarandblasters Frankie Whatever She Wants + Guess

@crowandmousewritingco Frankie Taking Your Licks + Coffee Shop Meet Cute/ Whiskey Quite the Reunion / Oberyn Rest for Tomorrow

@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Marcus A Serving the General / Dave Washed Up

@the-ginger-hedge-witch Marcus A Broken Vows

@aurorawritestoescape Marcus A Destinies Intertwined / Joel Sweet Cherry

@inept-the-magnificent Marcus A In Another Lifetime

@boliv-jenta Marcus A Sacrifice

@theetherealbloom Marcus A Take Me Down to Lift Me High

@toomanystoriessolittletime Marcus A A Promise

@nothoughtsjustmeds Marcus A Hold My Heart (Can You Still Feel It Beating)

@whataperfectwasteoftime Marcus A + Marcus P + Marcus M The Rift

@stylesispunk Marcus A Blades of Fate

@sweetpascal Marcus A Beneath the Armor + Fates of Two

@wardenparker @absurdthirst Javier Bones Full of Words

@undercoverpena Javier There’s Nothing Blue About You

@milla-frenchy Joel Her

@psychedelic-ink Joel Ashes and Echoes

@whocaresstillthelouvre Joel Golden Arches / Marcus A Legionary

@djarinmuse Din Ni Cuy’Val

@clawdeewritesfanfic Din Din’s Boutique

@sirowsky-stories Marcus M The Regulars

@mothandpidgeon Pero Embers Undying

@janaispunk Dave A Long Time Coming

@novemberrain-writes Ezra Dangerously High Fever / Din “Let’s check the bandages, ok?” 

[jolalibrary]

omg I’m creasing at some of these @guiltyasdave @schnarfer @whocaresstillthelouvre @lotusbxtch @perotovar @yourcoolauntie @almostfoxglove @sweetpascal @sawymredfox @iamasaddie

tagging: @covetyou @thetriumphantpanda @flightlessangelwings @javier-pena @javierpena-inatacvest @msjarvis @moralesispunk @morallyinept (sorry if you lovely lot have done this already I was off the grid yesterday)