SO WELL WRITTEN And SOOOO WORTH THE WAIT. Im So Happy You Decided To Post It! I Love It So Muchhhh!!!

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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I- I AM DECEASED. SO WELL WRITTEN I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

Royal Affairs

Chapter 3: Galas and Dark Closets

Rating: M 

Warnings: Smut! Makeouts in dark closets, fingering, some lite dirty talk. Some angst at the end, includes mentions of death, name-calling, and emotional abuse. 

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: Whew, this took longer than I thought it would! But, here it is, Chapter 3!!! I hope y’all like this chapter, I’m pretty excited for it!!! And thank you for everyone who’s sent in thoughts/thots for King!Din!! I love them all so much, and for those I haven’t answered yet, I promise I’ve seen them, and I’ll answer them soon!! (If you’d like to share any thoughts/thots, please do!)

Please consider reblogging and leaving a comment!! I love hearing what y’all think!!

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you literally make my day every time you reblog 😭 thank you x1000 ❤️💜

dreamboat | greaser!frankie morales | part two

diner cred to @thatretrobitch​

pairing: francisco “catfish” morales x reader; 1950’s greaser!frankie x reader

warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking, ya know… 1950s stuff + death and war, and being rude af

a/n: part two of dreamboat

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dreamboat: part one | part two

“If I didn’t know any better, Francisco, I’d say you were teacher in a past life.” You look up at him and smirk. He looks over to you and gives you a crooked smile. He adjusts his jacket and runs his left hand through his hair.

Frankie taught you a lot more history than the teacher. Frankie had a lot more patience and explained each topic that was covered in much better detail and simply enough to understand. Like when Hattie Wyatt Caraway of Arkansas became the first woman elected to the U.S. Senate in 1932 to fill the vacancy caused by the death of her husband. Frankie compared it to the demonstration of the first long distance telephone service between New York and San Francisco in 1913 – surprising but needed.

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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 :)

[Din Djarin masterlist]

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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.

i love him, this, and you. 😭🥺❤️💜

So, an error has been made. I think I sent you a request a while ago but I was also so tired when I sent it that I can’t remember if I actually sent it or just thought I sent it and I also can’t really remember what it was so that’s useful 😂 I really don’t know what the purpose of this message was aside from pointing out how much of a dumb dumb I feel like. It might’ve had something to do with Frankie and coming to soon but I really don’t know any more. If you do have it no rush or obligation to write it at all I’m just trying to figure out if I actually sent it or not 😂

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT - unprotected sex, doggystyle, oral sex (f receiving)

A/N: I don’t remember getting an ask about that but I wrote this for you real quick!

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Frankie grunted behind you as he slowed down once again--his thrusts faltering as he dug his fingers into your thighs. You looked back at him but he had his eyes squeezed shut.

“Don’t look at me, babe,” he breathed. “Please.”

“Why not?” You started to move on him but he gasped and held onto your hips even tighter.

“I can’t...I’m gonna...” He couldn’t finish what he wanted to say so you finished for him.

“Are you gonna cum, Frankie?” you asked, moving your ass against him. You were still looking back at him so you saw him nod frantically. “And what’s wrong with that?”

“It’s too soon.” He finally opened his eyes and looked at you. “You feel so good...”

“You feel good too, baby. Come on...fuck me.” You pushed back against him and he groaned. “You like when I take control?” You moved back and forth on him, fucking yourself on him as if he was one of your toys.

“Babe...don’t...” He looked down at the way you back your ass up on him, hypnotized by the way his dick moved in and out of you, slick from your wetness. “I’m gonna fucking cum...jesus...”

“Do it. I wanna feel it.”

Before long, he gave in and pounded into you until he filled you, pushing as deep as he could. He held you down by the back of your neck as he did then collapsed against your back, apologizing profusely.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry. Why do you have to feel so fucking good?” He kissed your back and slowly pulled out. You were about to flip over but he smacked your ass. “Ass up. Please.” Even while being filthy he was always a gentleman.

“Yes, sir.” You turned your head and smiled innocently at him. You looked until you couldn’t see him anymore. But you sure could feel him. He grabbed your ass as he shoved his head between your legs from behind, swirling his tongue around your pussy, cleaning up his mess and trying to get you to make one. You were already sensitive and he knew that. You could sense his smile as you cried out and scratched at the headboard.

“My baby tastes so good,” he said and before you could respond his tongue was swirling around your clit. You whimpered as you felt his fingers filling you--two or three, you weren’t sure. “Look at you taking three fingers like a good girl.” So, it was three.

“I’m gonna cum,” you told him.

“Good,” he said through his teeth. After that, he didn’t talk anymore, he just wanted to make you cum. And you did. You tried moving away from his tongue when it became too much but he spanked you again and told you to hold still. Not until you were good and overstimulated did he let you lower your ass so that you could lie flat against the bed again. Your eyes were closed as he kissed your cheek and praised you a little more.

“My good girl,” he whispered and you smiled weakly.

“You...don’t have to be embarrassed for finishing first or early with me, Frankie.” You could see his cheeks turning pink. “It happens and it doesn’t make me love sex with you any less. It’s always fucking perfect.”

“Perfect?”

“Yeah. The best. I’ll get a trophy made for you that says ‘best sex ever’ and then your name beneath that.” 

“Shut up,” he chuckled before kissing your lips.

“Plus, I think it’s sort of a compliment...me making you cum so fast. I’m just that good, huh?” You laughed.

“Babe...you are amazing, out of this fucking world.” He rubbed your back and kissed it.

“And you are too, Frankie. You make me feel like I’m flying every single time,” you said and he grinned at the little joke you made.

“Guess I’m doing my job right then, huh?”

“You do it perfectly.”

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