DIIIINNNN STOP BEING SO CUTE Love Love Love.

DIIIINNNN STOP BEING SO CUTE 😭❤️ love love love.

Hey! I absolutely love your writing and really admire you, every work you put out here is simply amazing 🥰

I was wondering, if you're taking requests, if you could maybe write a fic with Mando where the reader is sleepy (kinda sleep drunk??) and talking without filter and being really soft and cuddly with Mando and he's flustered and doesn't know how to react and it's really heartwarming and sweet 🥺🥺

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I can use a little softness today :)

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When Din found a place for you to stay he made sure to find a place where you could have your privacy and he could have his. He didn't know what made him want to check in on you but he wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't.

He lingered in front of your door--hesitating, giving himself a little pep talk--and for what? He was only checking on you. Knocking was the right thing to do. There was no reason for him to just come barging in especially if you were...his face burned hot under his helmet at the thought. He knocked before he lost the courage again. When there was no response he tried again but you still didn't respond. He told himself that you were probably sleeping, but he still worried. Before he knew it, he was slowly opening the door, but he kept his head down just in case.

"Everything okay in here?" he asked. There was movement but no response. His hand hovered over his blaster but then he raised his eyes just enough to see that you were fast asleep in a small space carved out by the window. "Oh..." he said quietly.

He walked over and realized that you must have been reading because the book still sat open against your stomach. He looked between you and the bed a few times before he decided to move you. You would wake up in so much pain if you slept like that for too long and he didn't like to think of you in pain.

His heart beat faster as he reached for the book and folded the page to save your place. You smiled as he looked at you and he could feel his lip twitch. He had never seen anyone smile in there sleep before. Carefully, he tucked his arms under you and began to lift slowly. You immediately laid your head against his chest, well, his armored chest, but he could imagine that you were warm. If the warmth seeping through his gloves was any indication, you were very warm. Suddenly, you mumbled something and he froze.

"What?" He rolled his eyes under his helmet. Why was he talking to a sleeping person?

"Din?" Your voice came to him again and when he looked down, you were looking back.

"Oh...um...did you want to go back where you were? I'm sorry." He was still frozen in place as you shook your head.

"This feels nice," you purred, putting your head against his armor again. He carried you the rest of the way to the bed and carefully laid you down, making sure the only part of him that touched the bed was his knee. "Are you staying?" you asked, your eyes were already closing again.

"S-Stay? Here?" He pointed to the bed then cleared his throat. "Um..."

"Have you ever cuddled, Din?" Your eyes were on him and he felt like you could see him, like, really see him.

"...I can't recall." He hovered by the bed unsure of what else to say.

"Lie down," you told him.

"I...uh..."

"Please." That word from you was enough to make him do anything so he laid down beside you stiffly, leaving more than enough room. You sighed and moved closer. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes." His heart was beating out of his chest. He turned his head slowly and looked at you. Your eyes were heavy with sleep but you were still able to reach out and take his gloved hand. You held it like a child would hold a doll.

"You are...warm," you yawned.

"Am I?" He let his hand relax in your grip then ever so carefully moved his fingers to caress your cheek. You made a small sound and he stopped. "Sorry..."

"Don't be." You closed your eyes and let him pull his arm away. "Thank you," you murmured.

"For what?"

"Everything." That was the last thing you said before curling up and falling asleep again. Din watched you for a while, sometimes feeling as though he was doing something scandalous, but you both were fully dressed and he left space between your bodies.

Eventually, he found himself dozing off, folding his arms over his chest while resting against the headboard. When he woke up, he turned his head slowly and found you still asleep beside him. He nearly threw himself off the bed and onto the floor with how quickly he got up. You only stirred then settled again.

And he smiled. He flexed the hand that you had held and remembered the warmth, turning his hand then closing it in a gentle fist. He quickly left your room, closing the door behind him. He thought of going to his own room but found himself sinking onto the floor a few feet from your door, telling himself that he was only staying there because he had to keep watch. The reality was that he was afraid of losing that feeling of your warmth if he drifted too far away. He looked at his hand again and chuckled quietly then looked around to make sure no one had heard.

love love love! my little heart cannot take it. 😭❤️

hide and seek - chapter two

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader Rating: T (for now) Word count: 3,314 Notes: Continuation of my re-upload of this series from September 2020. Chapter warnings: Mutual pining, miscommunication, nightmares, kissing.

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PEDRO PASCAL The Mandalorian/Din Djarin | Oberyn Martell

Hey, babe! @disgruntledspacedad here! So, for some reason my tags *and* messages are not working, but I wanted you to know that I finished that Marcus Moreno fic we’ve been talking about. It’s pinned to my page. Love you so much, and sorry for busting into your ask box like a creep. 😕🤣

GUYS GO READ IT AND GET YOUR MARCUS MORENO FIX

The Right Thing

SO WELL WRITTEN and SOOOO WORTH THE WAIT. i’m so happy you decided to post it! I love it so muchhhh!!! reblongs 1082 times if i could

The Right Thing (Marcus Moreno x Reader)

pairing: Marcus Moreno x fem!reader (no y/n)

summary: (angst, h/c, fluff) Taking Marcus Moreno captive turns out to be a lot more than you’d bargained for.

words: 9.7k 

warnings: Mentions of pregnancy related body dysphoria - I had to pull a lot from my old ED triggers, so stay safe, friends. Mentions of alcohol. Implied sexual content. Honestly, this one is pretty mild for me. 

a/n: unbeta’d, because I am a lazy fucker who was sick of looking at this. Big thanks to @mudhornchronicles​ who was my inspiration and cheerleader. You owe this all to them!

{MASTERLIST}

You size up the Heroics headquarters through your binocs. The building is gaudy and ridiculous, and you wonder again just what kind of architect designed this thing. You’ve already got the schematics memorized, along with the schedule and abilities of everybody on the security detail. This is one last look, just as a precaution.

“I’m coming for you, Miracle Guy.”

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Breaking into Miracle Guy’s office is frightfully simple. Even with your mask on, nobody spares you a second glance, but still, there’s something about the vague familiarity of the corridors that makes you uneasy, like you’ve dreamed this before.

You grimace. You can feel a migraine coming on.

Miracle Guy’s office is surprisingly clean. Somehow, you’d expected more clutter - it would certainly make your job easier. You take a quick look around, shuffling through the filing cabinets, running your fingers beneath the desk to check for trap doors and secret compartments. There are none.

Disappointing.

Still, this is a reconnaissance mission, and you have a job to do. You hope that Miracle Guy is a man of hidden depths, otherwise, stage one of the infiltration is a flop.

On the second sweep, you notice the pictures. There are two, each in a simple silver frame, situated incongruously at opposite corners of the desk. 

Curious, you pick up the first. A young girl frowns into the camera, clearly disgusted with having her picture taken. She has dark hair and eyes, and somehow, you just know that she’s clever, with a wry sense of humor and a knack for seeing other perspectives. 

Something jangles in the back of your mind, some primal, gut instinct that you’re always better off listening to. 

Doesn’t Miracle Guy have a son?

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buckles | marcus moreno

pairing: marcus moreno x f!reader

warnings: 18+ SMUT - touching, fingering, oral (m+f receiving), sneaky and unprotected sex, PinV penetration

a/n: part two of suits. it’s my first time writing smut so pls pls pls enjoy.

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“Alright Marcus, you can take a look and see if you like it. If there’s anything you don’t like, we can alter it.” 

“Thanks, Tilly. It fits pretty well. Mind if I keep it on for a while? See how it moves?”

You smile hearing your fiancé suggest wanting to keep on the new suit. You knew exactly what was going to happen when you caught a glimpse of a glint of mischief that flashed in your fiancé’s eyes. You thank and big farewell to Tilly, the new design department’s intern, as she beams a smile in your direction and a shy wave. The girl was very sweet, but you didn’t miss the way she looked at Marcus. She harbored a crush for your Marcus, but you didn’t mind it - it was hard not to have a crush on Marcus. It was merely a schoolgirl crush.

You stand and glide over to Marcus and circle him as a vulture would circle his scavenged meal. You eyed him up and down as you let out a sigh. You drank the image in - Marcus in his new black tactical vest with silver buckles, black cargo pants and boots which you assumed were military combat boots. 

“You lose something or you like what you see?” You don’t need to look at his face to know he’s smirking. You can hear it. You simply nod and reach over to touch his chest.

“I do like what I see.” You gently touch one of the buckles on his shoulders and run your hand down to the new buckle adorning his waist; covering his pants zipper. You slip your fingers under the buckle and pull him closer to you. “I like it a lot.” You briefly look up and are met with his lips leaning in. You smile and attach your lips onto his - deepening the kiss. You let out a gasp mixed with a short goggle as Marcus pulls away while biting your lower lip in the process.

“We have about,” he says checking his watch, “15 minutes before Tilly comes back. Are you going to do something about all these buckles or are you going to stand there and watch me pull on them wishing it was you?”

“Pulling on the buckles or pulling on your cock?”

“Both.”

You smirk and slowly fall to your knees with your hands never leaving Marcus’ figure as you go down. You’re face to face with your lover’s intimate area and you can’t help but look up at him as you lick a long stride up his clothed pelvis. 

You watch as Marcus throws his head back as you take gentle bites at his prominent bulge print protruding from his cargo pants. “Babygirl, please don’t tease me right now.”

“I’m not, amor mio. You just have to be patient.” With that said, you slowly pull his zipper down and bring his pants down until it pooled around his ankles. You kiss the tip of his cock and watch as a bud of pre-cum seeps through his blue briefs. You let out a quiet moan at seeing him this hard for you. You and Marcus didn’t get to have much time to yourselves as the two of you worked full time and Missy was usually, if not always, around at least one of you. 

“15 minutes doesn’t call for patience, mi vida. It calls for hurry the fuck and suck on my cock.”

“Ooooh, aren’t you bossy.” You smirk up at him and give him a mock salute. “Yes, sir. Anything Mr. Moreno wants.” His briefs join his pants with you taking his thick cock in your right hand. You give him a pump, bringing out a deep groan run up his throat and slip out of his mouth. You give the tip of his throbbing cock a kitten lick before flattening your tongue out and taking him inside your mouth. 

His hands make their way to the crown of your head and reach for your hair, grabbing it all and styling a messy ponytail and holding it in one hand as the other cups your warming cheek. You direct your eyes up at your fiancé and allow his cock to go deeper down your throat as he opens his pleasure-filled eyes and smirks at you. 

“Aren’t you a vision with my cock in your mouth… I know you can go deeper than that, querida. I know you like choking on my cock, don’t you?” You nod and right when you are about to take him the deepest your throat would allow, he pulls himself out of your mouth and pulls you up by the forearms. He puts your arms behind your back and holds them there as he pushes your front against the cold wooden wall in the room pressing himself behind you. You push your ass back and into him and the two of you share a groan.

“Tell me what you want, amor. Tell me and it’s yours,” he says with arousal and frustration mixing in his rich voice so much more attractive than it already is. His soft lips and hot tongue attack your neck, dangerously close to that spot that makes you weak. 

“M-Marcus, I want you. F-Fuck I want you so bad.” He tuts and savagely sucks on that spot on your neck. 

“You have me. Is that ring not enough? What else do you want from me?”

Your head falls back as Marcus’ hand snakes down and hikes you dress skirt up and over your hips. You stifle out a moan while he brings his hand up, licks his index and middle fingers and you watch as they disappear under your panties. Marcus slips your panties to the side and plays with your lips. He lets his middle finger slip in between and you cry out his name as he presses against your clit. He covers your mouth with his other hand and you hold yourself up with your hands pressed against the wall in front of you. He continues to play with your clit while his cock lays against your ass, only giving you an added sense of pleasure. You reach a hand around and grab his cock and give it a few pumps.

“I- fuck, I want your cock. Fuck, I want your cock inside me.”

Marcus lets out a deep chuckle into your ear and chills run up your spine. He lets your panties fall, spreads your legs out and bends your upper half a little forward. You feel as he leans down and kisses the back of your thighs, leaving a trail of peppered kisses up to your lower back.

Marcus has always loved your lower back, not because it was close to your ass, but because your lower back was a sensitive place for you and his beard only made it better. Marcus left wet kisses and licked the stride following your spine.

As Marcus slowly pushes his way into you, you let out a sensual whine, making him slide out and right back in again. Marcus’ thrusts start out slow, wanting to hear the unholy sound of his cock being coated in your arousal. With you whining and grabbing onto his forearm around your waist for dear life, Marcus just can’t help picking up the pace. 

He flicks his wrist up to check the time and his grip on you tightens. “We got 10 minutes, baby. You think you can cum in 10?” 

You look back at him and nod. “Marcus, if you would fuck me harder it, fuck, it would take 5.”

He smirks and pushes deeper until he’s completely in, the next thrust being fast and tighter to you. Marcus loved seeing you come apart because of him. Whether it was with his fingers, mouth, or cock, he loved being the reason you went into euphoria. 

He played with your clit more and more as his thrusts got sloppier. Something about racing against the clock and the possibility of being caught by the intern turned him on. Your walls began to clench around him, telling him you were close. He smirked and gave your ass a hard slap. You moaned and looked back at him, lust filling your eyes.

“You close, baby?” He asks. You nod and give him a quiet whine as he kneaded your reddening ass. “Good. Are you going to be a good girl and cum all over my cock?” He tries to use his words to bring you closer to your climax, but it seems to be working on him as well - noticing his breath hitching and thrusts becoming more desperate. 

He tries to take control of his arousal, but as you finally reach your breaking point, he can’t help but you cum with you. You latch a hand to his forearm still around your waist and reach back to grab his other arm. His mouth spills your name in a breathy mix of moans and curses as he fills you with ropes of his cum.

You take a moment to catch your breath and turn around. You see him catching his own breath and wrapping his arms around you. He places a kiss on your forehead, you smiling at your lover. You watch as Marcus pulls up his pants and clicks his belt buckle closed. You go to grab your panties and are shocked, but not entirely, when Marcus grabs them and stuffs them in his pocket. 

“You’ll get these back at home, but i’m not done with you yet.” He gives you a deep kiss on your lips and leads you to the table littered with sample fabrics, scissors, and drawn up designs. He pushes the items to the opposite side of the table and helps up onto the surface. Marcus spreads your legs once more, sinks to his knees, and looks up through his dark eyelashes.

“I always clean up my messes, baby. You should know that by now,” and with that he goes to work. Your eyes roll back and your hands run through his hair, gripping it from the roots and giving it a tug. You feel pure ecstasy as you feel his hot tongue against your throbbing core. You speak a sinful moan as you hear him slurp the cocktail of both your pleasure-caused fluids. He uses his tongue to jackhammer into your sensitive core and you know you won’t be able to last long.

“M-Marcus. Baby… fuck. Yes, yes, yes.” You chant, legs beginning to shake and heart beginning to race. “Please don’t… fuckfuckfuck… don’t stop.” This only makes Marcus suck harder and lick faster. You wrap your legs around his neck and you tug his hair as you reach your climax.

Marcus gives one final suck as he gets back up. You grab him by the buckles on his chest and bring him closer. You pull his head down and give him a hazy kiss, being fucked out of your mind. As you pull back, you giggle when you see his beard have some of your shared juices. You reach up and wipe his beard. He grabs your hand and licks your wet palm, making you want him again.

He pulls your skirt down and smooths it out, making sure there’s no evidence of your activities. You give him a once over to make sure his new suit has no stains and no rips. You straighten yourselves out and as he turns in a circle to make sure everything is situated, you also really get to look at the new suit and decide you like it.

“Ya know… I’m actually quite fond of the new suit,” you say. “The buckles make you look more badass and the pants make your ass look great.”

“That’s what you said about the last suit. Are you sure it’s not just the buckles?” He smirks.

You shake your head and smile. “Nope. The buckles are a great addition, but it just looks better. It doesn’t look… cheap?”

His eyes widen and his mouth falls open. “Cheap?! The last suit made me look like I had abs, thank you very much.” 

“Yes, but this suit makes you look more menacing. Well… only if you don’t smile. Your smile makes you adorable.”

He hugs you and hides his face in your neck. “I’m not adorable. I’m a katana-wielding superhero turned director who saves the world.”

You laugh at his demeanor and nod. “Yes, my love. But you’re also a loving father and soon-to-be husband who would do anything for his family. Which makes you even better than a superhero.” 

“Like fucking my fiancée at a suit fitting?”

“Fucking your fiancée until she doesn’t know where she is anymore at a suit fitting,” you correct. You both share a laugh and freeze as you hear a knock and the door open and see Tilly walk in with a binder and a smile.

“I’m back! How do you like the suit? I see you both look tired! Did you get to test out its durability?” Tilly asks.

“Yes,” you both say.

“I like it alot. No rips and breathes great when in the hardest situations.” Marcus says. You look over at him as he looks back with a wide grin on his face.

“That’s fantastic news! If you’re happy with it, you can sign this,” she says as she hands Marcus a couple of pages from her binder. “This just states that you liked the suit and accept it as the new replacement. We can get it washed up and stored to be pulled out when necessary.” 

He skims through the pages he’s seen multiple times and signs it. He hands it back to Tilly with a smile.

“I’m very happy with it, Tilly.” He looks over at you who is looking over the papers he signed. “I believe we both are, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

You look at Marcus as he winks at you and you look back at Tilly. “Very happy. Great work, Tilly.”

Very happy, indeed.

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