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bastillealmighty · 3 years

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Reblog and put your URL in the tags but replace one word with “banana”

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bastillealmighty · 3 years

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rewatched squid game for the second time and honestly the most unrealistic part of the whole thing is joon ho's phone battery lasting that long without charging

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bastillealmighty · 3 years

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“barely even touch you and you’re already cock dumb. want it so bad, don’t you, sweetheart?”

no,, i don’t think u understand.,,, I am obsessed.

being dave york’s wife part two electric boogaloo

okay so i can’t stop thinking about soft dave york loving wife!reader so here’s some more thoughts i have. part one here.

you two knew each other from high school. maybe he was a year older than you. but you knew him and was unaware that he knew you too. you two never really spoke that much, being in different years and all. but you had the biggest, giant, fattest crush on one david york. it wasn’t until you run into him on your university campus years later that you started dating. the first time you spot him, you’re surprised that he remembers you, let alone recognized you. but he smiles at you the second he sees you. the corners of his mouth twitching into a half smile with these warm, glittering brown eyes and calls out to you by your full name. you find out years later that dave also had a huge crush on you back in high school.

dave’s humor is dry, almost sarcastic. but god he makes you laugh. it’s one of your favorite things about him. how funny he is. it’s the dry remarks he’ll make with the straightest face. the ones that he probably shouldn’t be whispering in your ear while you’re at parent-teacher meetings or school events, but you have to purse your lips together so tight in order not to start giggling. no one makes you laugh the way david does.

he loves you in his clothes, just in his button-ups. he loves you when you’re sleepy and hair’s all mussed and wearing an oversized shirt with his sweats you keep stealing. he loves you naked. bare only for him. just for him. he loves it when you dress up for him. clad only in pretty lingerie. he loves helping you get dressed in the mornings (helping you zip up the back of your skirts or dresses. hooking your bra after your morning showers) and loves even more when he gets to undress you. his favorite thing is unclipping your garter belt from your thighs. he’s meticulous about it. slow like he’s carefully unwrapping a present. he’ll sit at the edge of the bed while you stand between his spread legs and swallow and shiver at his soft barely-there grazes of his fingertips.

before you had the girls and before you both got older, there was a lot of shower sex. still is on rare occasions. him pressing you against the tile walls, licking up the water droplets that drip down your neck. loves sinking on his knees and eating you out, watch you fall apart on his tongue, crying out how much you love him as you claw at the walls, knocking over bottles.

sometimes when he’s in the mood, he teases you something awful in bed. riling you up until you’re so overwhelmed and whining his name. “daaaavid.” he grins as he mocks the way you sob out his name. “barely even touch you and you’re already cock dumb. want it so bad, don’t you, sweetheart?”

dave doesn’t know anyone who loves giving head the way you do. he thinks that you’d stay on your knees for him all day if given the chance. you like waking him up with his cock down your throat. countless times you’ve sucked him off in the kitchen. or during movie nights on the sofa after the girls are already upstairs, asleep in bed. the glow of the tv illuminating your hair as you’re bobbing your head up and down. he likes watching you, the way your face almost seems relaxed by blowing him, your eyes fluttered close. his palm resting against the top of your head, not quite pushing, just staying there, stroking your hair every now and then. praising you and your warm, wet mouth.

you and dave are a team when it comes to parenting. everyone at the school, in the little suburb you live in knows you as the yorks. you’re a duo. its not often they see one without the other, especially at school events. the only time dave’s not glued to your side is when he’s out of town for work.

dave hates work trips. used to enjoy them more before you had the twins and could travel with him. but after his daughters are born, you decide to stay at home while he’s gone. and thats when he starts to dread these trips. but as soon as he’s back at the hotel, he’s video calling you every single night to hear about your day. the girls, despite your protest, always try to stay up so their daddy can tell them goodnight.

he loves taking care of his girls. loves taking care of you. if one of the girls are sick, he’s calling off of work and helping you around the house or tending to your sick daughter. if you had a rough day, then he’s drawing a warm, bubble bath for you to soak in. helping you undress with plenty of chaste kisses. pulling your hair up and out of the way so it doesn’t get wet from the bath.

tagging folks who might be interested: @astroboots, @juletheghoul, @sunnysidekit, @clydesducktape, @lowlights, @axshadows, @sheresh0y

#dave york #hubby Dave pls I need you to rail me into next week #but seriously #I LOVE DAVE YORK SO FUCKING MUCH y’all don’t know

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bastillealmighty · 3 years

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AAA Pls I was in NEED for sum hubby davey🥺

being dave york’s wife

okay i got the biggest soft spot for wife!reader fics so here’s a list of what being married to dave york would be like in my not-so-expert opinion:

only you call him david. everyone else calls him dave. his coworkers. the neighbors. everyone else but you. sometimes you’ll call him by his middle name but those are rare moments usually when you’re tipsy.

dave york does not have wandering eyes. you’re the love of his life. the mother of his children. his girls is his whole world.

he likes watching you in the mornings on the days where he can work from home and after the girls leave for school. he pretends he’s reading emails on his laptop but really his eyes keep drifting towards you. your hair is messy and wild like you just rolled out of bed. you sit there working on the morning’s crossword, chewing the end of a pencil, drinking your tea or coffee. he thinks you’ll probably have to get a pair of glasses soon with the way you’re squinting at the words, even though you keep fighting it. and he loves this little routine of yours, even when he’s not there, he always makes sure he picks the paper from the porch and has it there on the kitchen table waiting for you. you’re terrible at them, usually leaving them halfway unsolved and asking him for the answers, but you keep doing them. he admires the way the morning light hits your hair, how it highlights the strands of your hair that’s starting to grey. you’re so beautiful, he can’t stop staring at you.

you’re a shy little thing at the start of your relationship. even now after all these years of being married. you get so shy whenever you ask him to try something in bed. he’s surprised the first time you ask him to get a little rougher with you. he discovers you like him leaving bruises, especially around your hips where he’s gripping you tight. the way you soak his cock whenever he’s driving into you from behind with your face pressed against the mattress and him holding your arms behind your back. the way you whine for him. you want it fast and hard with the headboard banging against the wall. usually only whenever the girls are away visiting their grandparents you get the chance to be this rough and loud in bed.

most of the time when you aren’t making love late at night, its quickies. you have two young daughters. there’s simply no time for anything else. but you love it. especially whenever dave’s got you pinned against the wall or kitchen counter, barely undressed, fucking you fast with his palm covering your mouth to keep you quiet and all you can do is just take it and moan against his hand.

you try to do a game night with the girls, pulling out board games, but the kids get bored quickly and it turns into a weekly thing just for you and dave. he’ll ask you if you wanna play scrabble or uno and you just grin at him, telling him that you’re going to kick his ass. you always jokingly accuse him cheating at battleship because he’s eerily good at it.

dave’s a little possessive. he knows you’ll never cheat on him. there’s no questioning your loyalties but he doesn’t mind reminding men who try to flirt with you just exactly who you belong to. it’s always so obvious when he does it, the way he’ll pull you closer to him with his hand on your waist. the passion and heat behind his kisses when you two aren’t alone. and you just roll your eyes, more amused than annoyed.

he loses his eye. he’s not self conscious about it. he’s just not the type to be but he is nervous the first time you see him after his accident. any self doubt melts away after you’ll lift up his eye patch or sunglasses and gently kiss right under the empty socket. it becomes a habit you do.

the girls love painting dave’s fingernails usually some bright nail polish. its one of your many favorite things about david: how much he adores your daughters and being a father to them. he won’t remove the nail polish even if it gets him plenty of smart remarks at work (it doesn’t last though. one glare from dave and his annoying coworker shuts up fast.) he’ll wear it until it starts chipping away, sometimes you’ll catch a flash of color whenever he’s doing something with his hands. its the first thing you always notice. especially when he takes you to the gun range to practice shooting, ensuring you don’t get rusty even if you dislike guns. the bright chipped nail polish on his fingers as he’s holding a gun always make you smile.

tagging my favorite dave york partner in crime @astroboots

#I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Dave York is the supreme Pedro character #ok but i say the same of all of them so just ignore

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bastillealmighty · 3 years

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can this man just murder me already??

PEDRO PASCAL Style Magazine Italy 2018

#this is what u see after fighting all bosses in mafia #the mafia boss #pedro pascal

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bastillealmighty · 3 years

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#scenes from a marriage #listen I started watching this and it is driving me CRAZY holy shit #I’ve fallen down the Oscar Isaac hole

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bastillealmighty · 3 years

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came back from the gym not long ago and I don’t want,,,,, I NEED THIS 🥺

Whose is the Face in the Mask?

Rating: E (smut)

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Warnings: excessive smut, p in v sex, light restraints, and creampie

Hey y’all! Back for another Writer Weds, thanks to @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape for making it happen. Enjoy!

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They say curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. If that were true, then you were in no real danger. And he’d never really hurt you, right?

Keep reading

#fic rec #get me that din djarin D

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bastillealmighty · 3 years

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one day i will take a really good selfie and you will be sorry….. you will all be sorry

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bastillealmighty · 3 years

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Ughhh Mary never stops serving 🥺 I SWEAR I can’t get enough of our suburban murder daddy