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#admin post #masterlist #writers' masterlist

[morallyinept]

A list of all my favourite EZRA Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 2

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Fairy Gold - @julesonrecord AU Gold Rush Prospector!Ezra

Attentive - @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Waiting Game - @northernbluess Featuring Din Djarin AFAB!Reader

The Exact Colour - @sp00kymulderr Artist!Ezra

The Green Velvet Chair - @pintsizemama AU Bookstore Ezra

Promise - @criticallyacclaimedstranger Dragon!Ezra

The Storm - @pix-writes AFAB!Reader

Winktober Day 24 Tender Sex - @oonajaeadira

Slow - @haylzcyon

Ezra Loves The Sound Of Your Voice - @haylzcyon

A Dimension Of Our Own - @oogaboogasphincter

Phantom -@prolix-yuy Unnamed OFC

Mirror Message - @supernaturalgirl20

Bound By Love & Blood - @supernaturalgirl20 Vampire!Ezra

Space Curses & Apologies - @generalfoolish

Naughty Or Nice - @imtryingmybeskar

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn - @oogaboogasphincter

Kinktober 15 - Collaring - @cyantomatos

All That Remains - @generalfoolish

Kinktober 22 Day 8 Cockwarming - @misspearly1

Hold On - @albertasunrise

A Magpie, A Goose & A Sparrow All Walk Into A Found Family Troupe - @oogaboogasphincter

Confined - @imtryingmybeskar

In The Shadows - @juletheghoul Demon!Ezra

Blue Sunshine - @keeper0fthestars GN!Reader

Pleonexia - @bits-and-babs

Pink Powder & Diamonds - @absurdthirst Sex Pollen

Ezra Masterlist - @absurdthirst More Ezra To Choose From!

Bekväm - @whataperfectwasteoftime Modern Ezra

Run - @flightlessangelwings GN!Reader

Ezra is Too Verbose For His Own Good - @thirstworldproblemss

NYE Drabble - @boliv-jenta Featuring Dieter Bravo

Delectable - @mandosmistress

Twelve Hours To Pickup - @pascalpanic

Long Days In The Green - @autumnleaves1991-blog

Led To You - @alwaysbethewest

Tessellation - @insomniamamma Ezra & Cee

Ezra Masterlist - @insomniamamma More Ezra To Choose From!

The Appreciation Of Fine Liquor - @write-and-buried

You Like That - @whiskeynwriting

Ezra Masterlist - @whiskeynwriting More Ezra To Choose From!

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[bobbydearest]

So I know that this isn't everyone but i wanted to make this post to say hi and thank u for sharing your super awesome writing as well as allowing me to vent over the past amount of time ive been on here 😎🤗💕~ally

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[mishasminion360]

If Only In My Dreams

Zach Wellison x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff; smidgens of angst; mentions of war; a little Christmas magic.

Summary: It’s never been harder to be in love with a marine when the man in question is overseas for the holidays.

A/N: Sorry to get all depresso but….this past October I lost my father very suddenly. My biggest supporter; my best friend. Mom and I barely made it through Thanksgiving and now Christmas is hitting me hard. I’ve spent the last week thinking how I’d give anything to have him here for the holidays, and my angst spawned this idea. Everyone, please remember to cherish your loved ones, especially during the most magical times of the year. I hope that 2023 will be a better year for all 😊

You can’t recall a Christmas that’s ever felt colder. Even with the fireplace roaring you can’t seem to feel the heat. His embrace warms you more than any flame.

He’s been gone for a year but it feels like 10. True to his word there hasn’t been a day where you and Zach haven’t spoken via Zoom, or a week where there wasn’t a postcard from parts unknown waiting in your mailbox.

The last letter you’d received had been accompanied by a small box. A ring box. An empty ring box. At the bottom of the postcard, following his missive, was a P.S.

“Think about it and get back to me.”

You didn’t have to think about it; you’ve had the answer locked and loaded since the day you’d met Zach Wellison. Now you just need the man to give it to. Home safe and sound.

That odd letter had arrived a week ago, and only silence followed. Now here it is Christmas Eve and you’ve never been more aware of your loneliness. The lights on the tree don’t seem to twinkle; the hot chocolate just doesn’t taste as sweet. All of the holiday magic has faded away, replaced by a heaviness that settles into your head and your heart.

***

You’re halfway through “Elf”—vaguely chuckling at the absurdity of Buddy’s holiday antics—when there comes a knock. You fly to the door faster than the narrator in “Twas the Night Before Christmas”, eager to investigate your late night visitor.

A FedEx driver is the last person you’re expecting to find shivering in the snow on your porch.

“Don’t you folks get the day off?”

“Not as long as there are still important Christmas packages to deliver into the right hands.”

He hands you a small cardboard envelope and instructs you to sign on the dotted line. You watch him wander all the way back to the warmth of his waiting truck before tearing open the envelope and fishing around for its contents.

You can only stare in awe at the diamond ring that falls into your palm, glinting like a snowflake that’s caught the light of the moon.

“Well, what do you say?”

God, you hope it’s not a dream; a holiday hallucination. There he stands on your front lawn, stateside, adorned in his fatigues and rucksack at his feet.

You’re off the porch and tearing through the snow, launching yourself into Zach’s arms with enough force to send you both falling into powder.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” he chuckles, wrapping you in those arms you’ve been longing for. You’re instantly warm regardless of the slush filling your pajamas.

“It’s always been ‘yes’, Wellison.”

He slings has pack over his shoulder and carries you inside just as the clock strikes midnight.

“Looks like I made it just in time. Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

Zach doesn’t let your feet touch the floor until you’re beneath the mistletoe.

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[grogusmum]

HI EVERYONE! 💚

Time for a Fall Clean Up!

LINK

I am going to redo my taglist from scratch. So the old list is being tossed.

I feel like there are a lot of folx who have moved on from my writing (whatever the reason, no sweat, m'dearies), and I just don't want to bother y'all with being tagged.

Let me be clear about something, if you want to be tagged but have been busy or unable to engage for any reason and therefore haven't been reading or you have but not had the time/spoons to interact or whatever, I am pleased to still tag you, my stories will wait for you to be ready for them. Fill out the form again with no reservation!

Again I just dont want to bother people with notifications they are not interested in anymore.

So, if you want nothing to change, please click the link and fill out the form.

If you want to update it to reflect current interests, please click the link and fill out the form.

If you do not want to be notified anymore do nothing. You will no longer be tagged for my fics.

My apologies to those who have just recently signed up. I pray your patience and please redo your request.

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Marcus Pike Favorites Archive:

Imagines:

Out Of Commission ~ Written By: @javierpinme

You’re Who I’ve Been Waiting For ~ Written By: @supernaturalgirl20

Isn’t It Funny? ~ Written By: @say-al0e

Cupcake ~ Written By: @pascalpanic

Stay ~ Written By: @aerynwrites

The Love You Deserve ~ Written By: @themand0lorian

Will you? ~ Written By: @themand0lorian

The Infinity Cube ~ Written By: @littlemisspascal

Begin Again ~ Written By: @pascalpanic

The One ~ Written By: @supernaturalgirl20

Picture Perfect ~ Written By: @pascalpanic

Nothing but Strangers Now ~ Written By: @supernaturalgirl20

Series:

Taking A Chance ~ Written By: @supernaturalgirl20

Accidental Husband ~ Written By: @supernaturalgirl20

Just Friends ~ Written By: @supernaturalgirl20

Blurbs:

None here yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[pascalpanic]

Sweet Talk (Din Djarin x afab!Reader)

Summary: Din can’t hold back anymore, and decides to start flirting with you. Too bad he’s awful at it.

W/C: 3.5K

Warnings: lots of flirting, lots of innuendos, SMUT 18+, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it, kiddos), fingering, squirting, cream pie... language? yeah uh there’s a lot. Reader is afab but no pronouns or gendered pet names are used. lots of dirty talk.

A/N: AAAAAAAA this was a request for @notabotiswear!! I hope you guys all like it, this is my first Din smut and I was rlly nervous bc uh Din smut is obviously something big in this fandom and I wasn’t sure if I’d characterize it properly. but here we are!

You don’t know what Din looks like under his helmet, but you think he must be smirking. There’s no way the man wouldn’t be, not with the words he just said to you.

You’ve been travelling with Din and his little green son for a while now. You’d brought everything good to the beskar man’s life the moment you met. You made him eat more, drink more water. The presence of another human on the ship encouraged Din to bathe more and to keep the ship tidier. All in all, things had massively improved when you entered Din Djarin’s life.

One specific perk brought relief: you were extremely in touch with The Force. So was the tiny little green bean. From you, Din had finally learned his son’s name. He didn’t really like the way Grogu rolled off the tongue, however, so he generally stuck to calling him what he had before. Your ability to communicate with Grogu made things like bedtime and baths much easier, and everything went smoother.

Yes, you were a Force user. Ever since you were a child, you’d had a special sensitivity to that force that flowed all around you. Even though Din was not aware of The Force, nor was he able to use it or speak with it, the energy of The Force made the man practically glow. You understood why Grogu liked him so much. The man radiated it, warm energy that seemed unnatural for a bounty hunter. Once you got to know him, it all made sense. His aura was indescribable, really, but it was fitting. He was a good man at his core. He was kind and even funny sometimes.

Let’s return to the present: Din Djarin just pulled a cheesy pickup line on you, and it made you stare at him with an expression of sheer confusion, even though you could feel your cheeks warm from his words. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” You ask, placing your hands on your hips.

He looks up at you and cocks his head to the side. “I said that I may not be able to feel the Force, but I wish I could feel you.”

Your mouth hangs open, trying to press down a giggle that rises in your throat. “Din, what the fuck?” You finally laugh, grinning. “That’s the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard. No wonder you’re single,” you shake your head. “Where is this coming from?”

Din’s last reserve has broken. He’s been planning this for days, planning the way he’d finally tell you everything he thinks. “Just… I wasn’t listening to you at all. Was looking at your face. You’re gorgeous, you know that?” He asks you, the black T-visor staring you down.

You frown as you see your own reflection in the shining beskar. “I wish I could say the same about you,” you tease and tap your fingers on the metal helmet he wears. “What do you look like under there? Can you tell me?”

“Why, so you can make fun of it?” Din rolls his eyes.

“No, so I can finally put a face to the man I think about at night,” you tease, leaning in closer. It’s instinctual, like you’re leaning in so he can kiss you. He obviously can’t, not with that damn helmet on his head that you know isn’t coming off any time soon.

Din’s breath catches in his throat. “Oh come on,” you smirk at him. “Two can play at that game, Din. What do you look like?” You ask, tracing your fingers across the indents of his helmet and down to his neck. “Can I see your skin?” You ask in a low, quiet voice.

Din nods. You pull the neck of his clothing down to reveal a patch of gorgeous, caramelly skin. “Oh,” you mumble before you can stop yourself. “I bet you have brown eyes, don’t you? With brown hair too, since your skin is this dark. Am I right?”

His breath is heavy now. “Yeah,” he rasps out through the modulator. You press a soft kiss to his skin, feeling how warm and soft it is.

A shiver runs through his body, making the skin prick up beneath your lips. “Oh. So you meant it when you were flirting,” you giggle, sitting back upright and looking at him. “Well, you’re gonna have to win me over the hard way, Mando. Flirting is how people usually do it, I’ve heard,” you tease and pat his helmet as you stand and make your way out of the cockpit.

His aura has changed. It radiates further, sucks in more energy and pushes more out, all at a quicker speed. If it had a color, it would be a deep pink. “You want me too, don’t you, cyare?” Din asks, voice low and husky.

“You’ll have to figure that out yourself, Din,” you laugh and make your way over to your little green child to wake him from his nap.

“Grogu,” you sing softly, and the little thing stirs beneath his absurd amount of blankets. Those big eyes blink open and he makes a little grunt of effort. “I know, baby boy. So sleepy,” you coo and lift him from his cradle. He cuddles into your chest contentedly. “Good morning, snugglebug,” you mumble and press a kiss to his head.

Your back is to the ladder, but you can hear Din climbing down. His feet hit the floor. “I’ve been thinking about you for so long,” he tells you. His voice is even deeper, raspier than the modulator makes it sound. “That body… you don’t know what you’ve unleashed by saying tha-”

You turn, holding Grogu in your arms. Din’s demeanor shifts. “Oh. Uh, hi buddy. Can he understand me?” he asks. He knows sometimes the child can, but not always. Not when he uses different words.

You shake your head, reading the baby’s energy. He’s too sleepy to comprehend anything. “No, he can’t. But really, is that so?” You ask, popping a hip and resting a hand on it.

Din nods. “I’ve always loved the color of your eyes. Have I mentioned that?” You shake your head. “Really, they’re so beautiful.”

That makes you genuinely smile up at him. “Din,” you coo and place a hand on one of the indents of his helmet. “Is there a way you can remove the helmet and I can’t see it that’s legal with The Creed? Like, if my eyes were closed, could you do it?”

He nods. “Yes. As long as you don’t see my face.”

You smile a little. “Good to know,” you nod and walk away, the baby in your arms.

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The day continues like that, the two of you trading compliments and pick up lines, shamelessly flirting around the Crest. You cook dinner and Din comments that it smells nearly as good as you. Din fixes something mechanical and you comment that those fingers would feel really good somewhere else.

There’s a palpable tension between the two of you for the rest of the night. You and Din dance around each other, sneaking touches of the other’s arm or hand or back. He compliments you and you flirt right back.

When Grogu finally yawns, it’s like the Maker themself sent it. Din hurriedly puts the baby to bed, and finds you in the cockpit after, sitting in his chair. The pilot’s chair. “Din,” you sing-song to grab his attention.

“What?”

You look at him with purpose for a second, then close your eyes. Sitting up a little. Referring to what you said earlier- Din can remove his helmet if you can’t see his face. He can kiss you. You can touch his face, feel him. “I promise they’ll stay closed,” you tell him.

You can hear him breathe through the modulator of his helmet for a moment, then there’s a soft sound of the helmet being removed. Finally, there’s a clank of the helmet being set on the floor. When it’s just your little family of three on the ship, Din omits the full beskar regalia. Nevertheless, you can hear the soft noise of his knees hitting the floor. In front of you. “Can I kiss you?” He asks.

His real voice is like a song. It’s nowhere near as low, though it’s still a bit deep, a bit raspy. It’s beautiful, so quintessentially Din, and you nod with a small smile. “That’s why they’re closed, stupid,” you tease.

One of Din’s calloused hands finds the side of your face. He pulls it down a little, for his kneeling height, and kisses you. Slowly. His lips are warm and soft, surprisingly soft, against your own. You break away from him for a second, your eyes still squeezed tightly shut as if you may accidentally open them. “Can I touch your head?” You ask.

In response, Din takes your hands and puts them on either side of his face. It allows you to feel the stubble beneath your fingertips, the warm skin. “You have a beard,” you giggle softly.

“All the better if my face is between your legs, right?” He chuckles. It’s just so fucking perfect and real, the way his laugh sounds without the helmet. As much as you’re enjoying the sound, the words that his voice formulates make you gasp a little and shudder. “You want that?” He asks you, lips finding your neck and kissing it slowly.

“Goddamn,” you mumble. “No, Din, I wanna fuck you tonight. Can we? Will you keep your helmet off if I promise not to look?” You ask, voice desperate. You clutch the back of his head, digging your fingers into the thick hair there- it’s wavy, you can tell. “Maker, I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.”

Din makes a little noise of affirmation into your neck. “Yeah,” he nods. “Even better, just wait,” he says, pulling away and putting the helmet back on. “You can look again.”

You do, seeing just your reflection in his helmet. “Where do you want me, baby?” You murmur to him, a hand on the side of his helmet.

Baby. No one has ever called Din that before. He’s heard it a million times, in crowded cantinas, between lovers. Between two people who cared for each other. You two cared for each other, he supposes. Obviously, or you wouldn’t be in this situation. The thought of the word makes Din pause for a moment.

“Hello? Din, what’s in there?” you tease and rap on the helmet with a fist.

You can’t see it but he’s absolutely beaming beneath his helmet, overjoyed. “Where do you want me? In the bunk? In the chair?”

You lean in and smirk, your eyes reflected in the black visor. “Where have you dreamed of having me most?” You whisper, and you swear you can see the beskar-clad man shudder.

“My bunk. Get undressed and lie down for me,” he tells you, already climbing down from the cockpit and motioning with his head for you to follow. You nod excitedly and climb down after him.

Din is looking for something, though you’re unsure of exactly what. You remove your top and pants, and start to move to remove your breastband before two large hands find your bare sides.

Din has returned, and he turns you around. He looks down at you with a long and thin strip of dark fabric in his hand, and you shudder. “Is that what I think it is?” You ask, hands finding the sides of his breastplate.

As you start unlatching his armor, Din nods. “You can undress me, then I’ll put it on and remove my helmet,” he tells you.

You smile a little as you start removing his beskar, tossing it to the side onto a discarded cape. It still makes a soft clunk, but it’s not enough to wake Grogu, thank the Maker. Once the metal is gone, your hands run over his flight suit, allowing you to feel the strong muscles beneath them.

“Din,” you murmur, unzipping the front. It exposes his bare chest, his tan skin with dark hair across it. He’s muscular, of course; as a bounty hunter must be. His arms are just as strong as you push the sleeves off of his shoulders, then push the waist down.

He doesn’t wear underwear. Of course he doesn’t, it would be impractical you suppose, but it exposes Din’s surprisingly large dick. You bite your lip as you look down at it, at how hard and needy it already is. You give it a slow stroke and Din groans. “Alright mesh’la. Let’s get that off of you,” he says and lifts your arms, pulling off the breastband.

After that, he shoves your underwear down and you step out of them, kicking them to the side. “Fuck,” he grunts at how beautiful you look, naked before him. Din pushes you back until your ass meets the end of his bunk and he lifts you to sit on the edge.

He spreads your legs and stands between them, his cock pressing against your dripping folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet, and it’s for me?” He chuckles with hardly any air in his lungs.

“Of course I am. So fucking sexy,” you murmur as you let your face fall forward into his chest, kissing at the skin and working a mark into his pec. You pull away and sit back, giving him a little room. “Okay, put it on me. Please. I just wanna kiss you,” you admit, closing your eyes preemptively.

He nods and wraps the cloth around your eyes, using his deft fingers to knot it behind your head. It’s snug, but not too tight. “You do this often?” You tease, resting your hands on his wrists.

He shakes his head. “Never have. Always kept the helmet on. You’re just…” he pauses as he removes his helmet, “something special,” he sighs, finally kissing you again.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him tight against you, wrapping your legs around his waist as well. “Din… should’ve said something sooner. Would’ve done anything for you,” you sigh as his lips find your jaw and then your neck, slowly tracing his tongue across your collarbone.

He makes a little grunt. “Sorry,” he chuckles. “Let me make it up to you,” he mumbles as he cups your face and kisses you again, his tongue running along the seam of your lips. “Can I do this, baby? Will you let me fuck you?”

The word again. Baby. It slipped from Din’s lips this time, before he could stop himself. He really really likes you, so much so that he can hardly contain it. He’s never been one for names in bed, degrading or praising, but he’s never going to stop calling you his, his baby.

You whine softly and break the kiss. “Please, Din. Fuck me, wreck me,” you nod before reaching out to where you find his face.

While you trace the stubble of his jaw, one of Din’s thick fingers slips into your folds. He shudders at how wet you are, tracing a finger up and down through the wet skin. “Mm, fuck,” he groans softly as the pad of his middle finger masterfully finds your clit. He rubs small circles into it, causing your head to fall forward into his shoulder.

“Please, please,” you whine, your walls clenching around nothing. “Fuck me already, baby,” you plead with Din, gripping his hips now.

“Relax, cyare,” he murmurs and kisses your neck. With the helmet on, he rarely gets to experience anything pleasurable with his mouth. Your skin is so soft and warm beneath his lips, his tongue, and he just has to bite at it. Din nibbles at your earlobe, feeling himself grow harder. “Let me take my time with you.”

“I’ve waited so long for you, Din. Please don’t make me wait,” you beg, slowly stroking his cock. A bead of precum forms on the tip and you swirl it around the head with the pad of your thumb.

Din can’t hold back anymore. He pushes your hand away and lines himself up to you with the free hand, two fingers circling your clit now. “You ready for me?” He groans.

“Yes, just fuck me,” you whimper and grab both sides of his head, pulling him to kiss you. It’s deep and hot and it grows sloppy as Din pushes into you, splitting you open on his deliciously thick cock. “Fuck,” you cry out at the sensation.

“You think you feel good?” He shivers and barely breathes out. “Feel so fuckin’ good around me, so hot and wet,” he shudders.

Din’s still standing, and he has more leverage as he thrusts all the way in, then pulls nearly all the way out. “Lay back,” he orders you, and you comply.

His second thrust is even deeper than the first as he pulls one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing him to already hit the deep spot inside of you. You whine and he smirks. “There we go. Good job, baby, keep making those noises for me,” he insists as he starts thrusting in and out of you.

He’s fucking good at this. It’s no surprise really, the way he knows your body masterfully. It’s almost as if you’re using The Force to guide him, but he’s just that fucking skilled. His tip drags against that sweet spot against you with every thrust, and Din pulls your hips to his with one hard thrust.

It’s so hot, the sound of Din’s skin slapping into yours, the way the skin of his thigh drags against yours. “Fuck,” you cry out as he presses his fingers a little harder against your clit, making the circles he draws slower and more deliberate.

“Knew you’d sound so good,” he grunts. “Knew you’d love it when I’m fucking you. When I get to take you like this. Don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you nod frantically. “I wish I could see you.”

“I know, cyare,” Din assures, even though his voice is breathless and strained. “Come on, baby, you feel so close, don’t you? I can feel it, the way your walls are getting tighter around me. You gonna be good and cum on me? I think you can.”

His words are just as arousing as his actions. “I will, please, I can feel it, just keep going and don’t stop,” you whimper. You take one of his hands, lacing his fingers through yours.

Din smiles at the gesture. It’s soft, intimate. He likes it as much as he loves the way you call him baby. “That’s my good baby,” he nods and pulls your hips a little off of the bunk, so that anything that spills from you will collect on the metal floor instead of the mattress.

It grows and grows in the pit of your stomach, and you can feel it. It’s coming and it’s coming hard. “Din, Din please,” you whine, one leg wrapping tight around his hip. “Fuck, I’m gonna,” your voice barely manages out before it washes over you, the feeling flowing through your body like a high in your veins. “Din,” you cry out as you cum, toes curling from the intensity. It spills from you, all over Din’s cock, dripping onto the floor.

“Oh, good job, cyare, fuckin’ Maker, you feel so good,” he groans. “I’m not gonna last much longer. Can I cum in you?” He asks, still checking up on you.

You nod. “Please, please baby,” you groan and squeeze the hand you’re holding tight. “Need to feel it.”

He nods too, though you can’t see it. “Okay, okay, I-“ a strangled cry comes from deep within his throat as he finally lets go, his cum pushing deep inside of you. “Fuck,” he murmurs, interjected by shouts of your name.

The both of you come down later, panting and covered in sweat. Din pulls out and a little bit of his cum drips from you, joining your own release on the floor. It’s so fucking hot that Din nearly cums again. “Stay right there,” he tells you, gently stroking your hip. “Don’t take the blindfold off.”

He comes back a few moments later with a damp rag, cleaning you up before cleaning up the mess the two of you made on the floor. He puts it with the laundry then climbs into the bed next to you, cuddling into your side. “Fuck, Din,” you giggle and press a kiss to whatever skin is in front of your face- his jaw. “You’re good at that.”

“Just felt so good,” he chuckles too. “You’re fantastic. I like it when you call me baby,” he admits.

You grin. “Then I’ll have to call you it all the time, baby,” you chuckle and kiss his lips softly. “Din?”

“Yes, ner k’arta?”

“Can we sleep like this?” You ask. “I promise I won’t look at your face or sneak anything, I mean it.”

Din chuckles quietly. “Of course we can. I trust you.”

You give a happy little noise and cuddle into his warm body, his strong arms surrounding you. “I like this. You’re so cuddly,” you admit with a small laugh.

“We can do this anytime you like,” he laughs too, kissing your forehead. “Whenever, wherever. If it’s with you, I’ll do anything.”

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[frankiemorales]

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[holobandit]

whiskey would be into consensual somnophilia

I can totally see that. I’m gonna write this a gender neutral as I possibly can.

You and whiskey talk it out before hand and one night, when you’re finally drifted away to sleep, Whiskey begins to feel you up and down.

His touches are soft at first, but once he gets to your chest or ass, he squeezes hard. You try to see what’s going on but your eyes are just too heavy to open.

Whiskey eventually is between your legs and starts eating you out/sucking you off.

You’d hear whispers of Whiskey saying “M’ yer taste so good, darlin’.” And “Shhh, Daddy gotcha.”

His accent didn’t help but make you sleepier. But as you feel the knot in your stomach begin to grow, Whiskey changes it up. He spoons you so that his dick is right at your hole. His thrusts are slow and gentle. He wants you to stay asleep.

With a couple more thrusts, Whiskey cums all over your parts. He goes and cleans it for you and then lays in bed with you. He pulls you in tight so that you can hear his heartbeat.

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[javier-pena]

what are the three things????

(I already know one is “the fucking cat is DEA!!!”

actually, that one hadn’t even crossed my mind 👀 i was thinking of

3. no, i have not been duck hunting, you fucking hillbilly.

2. sleep with a communist? that would be downright un-american.

and my favorite

1. hi, vanessa!

#that was really quick omg!! #pascalpanic #answered

[scribbledghost]

k but agent whiskey adopting a pet deer and naming her Deerest

(not inspired by me and my deer squishmallow of the same name)

Oh it’s perfect!! I love that name and you know he’d definitely call her that. It’s even better though if you make fun of him and jokingly pout about his naming choice.

You: “But I thought *I* was your dearest? :(“

Jack: *regret.jpg*

#you: nah it’s cool I’m just fuckin with u. cute name!! #asked and answered #pascalpanic

[zinzinina]

hi lovely!! are you still doing the matchmaker thing?? And congrats, I’ve read thru ur masterlist and I’m mad I didn’t find you sooner!!

Hi love! I’m so sorry, I did have to close submissions for the matchmaking! (I’ve got a quite a few to get through and it’s going to take me a while)

Thank you so much for your message! I’m really glad you like my work. I hope you’re having a great day today x 💕🌻

#zin answers #pascalpanic

[bobbydearest]

To all the lovely writers that have put up with my bullshit shenanigans since ive been here on this hell site... love yall

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[mishasminion360]

What You Mean to Me

Din Djarin x fem!reader

Warnings: None! Pure fluffy fluff.

Summary: Din wants to give you the perfect birthday gift.

A/N: This is a special drabble for my favorite birthday girl, @rav3n-pascal22. I hope you have the bitchinest of birthdays!

Today is your day. The day the Maker smiled upon the galaxy and crafted you from the light of the stars themselves. The day you were born. Today is your birthday….and Din has no idea what to give you.

You’ve spent hours perusing the Mos Espa marketplace, and while you busy yourself purchasing necessities—such as food, supplies, and maybe a little something special for the green womp rat—Din scours the stalls overflowing with wares for the perfect item to honor you with.

Clothes, jewels, weapons, everything he spies just seems so unworthy. He ultimately can’t decide, and as the two of you return to the ship, him empty handed and you none the wiser, he sulks under the weight of his frustration.

The day winds down and ends unmiraculously, you go to bed with your usual chipper “good night” and Din retires to his own bunk, kicking himself as he goes.

The idea finally hits him, thankfully, before the new day begins.

***

“Mesh’la. Mesh’la, wake up.”

You stir groggily at the softness of his modulated voice and the gentleness of his hand shaking your shoulder.

“Din…” you yawn, sitting up wearily. “What is it? Are we under attack?”

“No, no, there’s no trouble. I just….I wanted to give you a birthday gift before the day officially ended.”

“Din, you didn’t have to get me anything,” you insist.

“I wanted to,” he tells you. “And this….this is something that’s been a long time coming. Something you deserve.”

You watch in the dimness as his hands rise to the shimmering silhouette of his helmet; you hold your breath as it comes up and off.

“Din, what are you doing? You can’t!”

“I can,” he says calmly. “For you, I can.”

You blink against the sudden brightness as he switches on the light, and once your eyes adjust they lock with another pair. A pair so deep and brown that you’d drown in them if you stared too long.

His hair, a little matted from the confines of the helmet, is thick and curly. The perfect locks for running fingers through. His cheeks are peppered with a dusting of stubble, and his plush pink lips jut ever so slightly in a perpetual pout.

This is his face. He’s giving you his face. He is your Mandalorian.

His courage seems to falter the longer you stare.

“Happy birthday, cyar’ika,” he murmurs. “I hope you like it.”

Your hands find their way to the sides of his unhidden visage, the best gift you’ve received since his name.

“I love it.”

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[danniburgh]

WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY SHRBBFDHS. this bitch thinks she’s doing something and it’s hilarious!! if ur reading this @ that anon, grow the fuck up lmfao I’m actually laughing at this anon, I hope you’re not hurt or anything tho Dani ily 2 much for some dumbass to say shit like that

baby my aunt died yesterday and I'm right now sitting in the funeral house, this is actually making me feel less pain, I'm CACKLING and tossing shit with my friends over all this shit because for real it's FUNNY how much they think their words are hurting us when we are sharing this with each other and laughing jdmxbelxjdjd

thank you so much baby i appreciate this a LOT 💖💖

#ask response #pascalpanic #tw: death

[oogaboogasphincter]

i’m so sorry your ask got eaten @thegreenkid ! 😭 but here are my thoughts 💜:

- i think marcus is not what the typical definition of “badass” is. when i hear that word i think of someone who is ruthless, brutal and gets straight to action.

- actually, i feel like marcus can be a bit clumsy lol! especially when he’s been out of practice with the heroics and his weapons, his body might be slow to remember how to fight properly. however, muscle memory can always be retrained, so i think he would pick his skills back up easily with a bit of trial and error 🤺

- marcus is very methodical, sometimes to a fault. he tries to instill peace before anything, which is a very admirable trait of a strong leader. but when dealing with an enemy whose only objective is harm, this quality can put him at a disadvantage.

- with the combination of his inept skills and overplanning, it can be a recipe for disaster 💥

- BUT when he is in practice, he’s a very skilled heroic! he didn’t earn the title of leader for nothing 🖤 he carefully coordinates himself and other heroics to win a fight not necessarily by brawn, but by brains 🧠

- i think he would use his superpowers in lots of different ways! he could use his magnetic strength to strip the enemy of metallic weapons, he could bend steel beams to form a cage in order to trap a particularly large threat, he could regain his own weapons if they have been dislodged from his grasp while fighting; the possibilities are endless! ⚔️

thank you so much for this request! i had lots of fun with it and i hope you enjoyed it too <3

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