Heyy I Was Wondering If I Could Be Added To The Dreamboat If Youre Making One Please, Im Already In Love

Heyy I was wondering if I could be added to the Dreamboat if you’re making one please, I’m already in love with the story, you’re such an amazing writer ❤️✨

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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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“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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Luke: *about Grogu* Your son was in a fight.

Y/N: Oh no, that's terrible!

Din: Did he win?

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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hands | din djarin

gif from @thewayyoutasted

pairing: din djarin x reader

warning: 18+, not all that descriptive, but ya know: fingering? still working on writing smut.

a/n: i had to write a little thingy once i saw this gif. Im still not okay.

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You can’t look away. Every glance takes you back to the memories you cherish everyday.

You stare at your partner’s bare hands as he twirls one of his many blasters while the two of you wait until arriving at your next bounty.

“You just can’t stay still, can’t you Djarin.”

He catches his blaster and stops. His visor turns to you and you hear what sounds like a chuckle leave his helmet.

“You won’t let me play with you so I have to keep my hands busy.” He presses a combination of buttons on his vambrace and a hologram of the ship’s navigation pad appears. “We have two hours to go.”

Your brows furrow and you smirk at him. “I said you can’t play with me. I never said you couldn’t fuck me.”

Din lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. He abruptly stands and opens the armory - placing his blaster inside and slamming it shut. His action makes you jump and stand from your sitting position. As he takes a broad step forward, you take one step back until you hit the wall.

He encloses you between the wall and him and spins you around so your back hits his chest. He pins your hands behind your back with one hand and covers your eyes with the other.

“Are you going to be good today?” He asks you

You nod and take a deep breath. He tells you to close your eyes and face the wall. You comply and you feel your core tighten as you hear the distinctive hiss of his helmet unlatching. You hear his helmet hit the floor and his lips immediately latch onto your neck.

“Do you want to be fucked, cyar’ika?” You nod.

“You want me to take you from behind?” You nod once more.

He growls into your ear and you feel the blood rush to your face.

“I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you the way you like to be fucked.” He nibbles on your earlobe, smiling at the blush creeping on your face.

“D-Din. I need y- fuck. I need you to fuck me. P-Please.”

“Does watching me twirl my blaster around get you off? You like watching my hands, don’t you?”

You eagerly nod. “Yes. Yes, Din. I love watching your hands work. I love your fingers. Esp-Especially… fuck.”

You let out a moan when you feel Din let his bare hand slide into your pants and slide your intimates aside. He plays with you, but still not slipping inside.

“Especially what, cyare?” He smirks seeing you so vulnerable under his touch. The two of you started out as solo bounty hunters who decided to join forces after a tough bounty refused to get caught. You worked together more and more often and naturally, it blossomed to this. To you and Din ending up naked, out of breath, in each other's bed.

The two of you understood each other very well and knew what one another needed - space or pleasure.

“Especially when you finger me, Din.”

“You’re in for more than a fingering tonight. I’ve been very stressed as of late.”

“That makes two of us. N-Now… please stop playing and fuck me.”

You just remember being kissed on the temple and thrown over his shoulder. You were definitely in for a long night.