Omera: Truth or dare?
Mando: Truth.
Omera: How many hours have you slept this week?
Mando: Dare.
Omera: I dare you to go to sleep.
Mando: I don’t like this game.
Everyone seems to like the idea of Dhawan!Master being rough in bed, but I raise you this: when you’re together, it’s all soft touches and gentle teasing hands. He loves the way you shiver when his fingers trace your nipples, and the sounds you make when he kisses them. He loves feeling your hands in his hair when he’s eating you out, slow and teasing until you cum for him. He loves being deep inside you and hearing your gasps as he hits the perfect spot with gentle thrusts and holding you close
Yeah, yeah pretty much...
494 is the amount of songs on my playlist as of posting this. Give me a number between 1-494, and I'll make up a resident story for it!
Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader x Steve Murphy
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: Smut (18+). Unprotected Sex. Breathplay. Voyeurism/Exhibitionism. Masturbation. Javi’s dirty mouth. Fluff. Possible Typos.
Prompt: 11. Getting Caught
A/N: Part of my milestone celebration (drabble, my ass). Here’s another installment of the facm!verse. Thank you all for your love and support for this story so far, it really means so much to me. Gif made by @javier-pena
The smell of food fills the air, wafting through the small apartment. The Game spins on the turntable, and you sway around the kitchen, humming along to the upbeat bassline of Crazy Little Thing Called Love.
Tonight’s Wednesday, and that means dinner with Javi. Not that he ever really needs a special reason to stop by anymore. Javi spends more time here than he does at his own apartment. Almost every night, he can be found on your couch either watching TV with his head in your lap, or sifting through files with Steve. You’ve gotten so used to his random visits that you now leave an extra plate of food on the counter; and if he doesn’t show, you make Steve give it to him at the office.
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THE MANDALORIAN (S2, Chapter 10 - The Passenger)
This, right here absolutely fucking delights me....
I am once again forced to giggle at the idea of Whiskey and Javi together.
Whiskey, all but a force of nature, who jumps in a fighter jet and takes off, or takes off into the jungle without so much as a can of bug spray. Whiskey, who throws caution to the wind and makes no plans. Whiskey, who laughs and says that he’ll make it up as he goes along, thank you very much. Whiskey, who humors Javi’s tendency to plan and fret for as long as he can, but in the end just decides to wing it.
Javi, jogging along behind him, annoyed and muttering to himself, two packs and an extra bullet proof vest in hand. Javi, the mother hen, who’s new catch phrase is “dammit, Jack” followed by frantically dashing out of the room. Javi, who makes grids on maps and tries to explain the intricate nature of the cartels (Jack knows all of this already. Despite what Javi, thinks, he has actually been listening this whole time) while Jack leans his chair back on two legs and watches, unruffled and bored.
Oh God... Oberyn, Din no....
i saw a post from @support-local-bands about pedro’s characters as john mulaney quotes and my hand slipped? disclaimer: i learned about most of these characters through tumblr so if something’s grossly inaccurate that’s my bad (i had a really hard time with ezra’s???)
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Pero Tovar: “You have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair.”
Marcus Pike: “Hey, you could pour soup in my lap and I’ll probably apologize to you.”
Din Djarin: “Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you?”
Ezra: “Brush your teeth. Now, boom, orange juice- that’s life!”
Agent Whiskey: “It’s perfume.”
Javier Peña: “STREET SMARTS!”
Maxwell Lord: “This is the height of luxury!”
Frankie Morales: “I’m very small. And I have no money. So you can imagine the kind of stress I am under.”
Oberyn Martell: “Eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs.”
Neither will I...
i will simply never get over the burning of the library of alexandria
Brilliant! It's even funnier because "Magnus" was a sarcastic cognomen used by Pompey's elders to demean him
Really you have two options if Oberyn decided to use his body as a squirty cream canvas: Either lick it off him or decide to add onto his picture, perhaps his smiley a nice beard extending down the rest of Oberyn’s torso. Maybe you could a third route a draw a smiley of your own on your chest??
Anon’s third eye is wide fuckin open this evening and I am HERE for it
Kat or Kit|23|Pedro Pascal currently owns my heart, mind and soul|
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