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Thunder ⛈

Javier Peña x Reader

Summary: A huge storm rocks Bogota, knocking out the power. Javi has his hands full trying to soothe his frightened wife, but his patience is pretty thin, and it leads to more than she expected.

Warnings: Rough!Javi, rough sex with a timid inexperienced reader. Biting, hair pulling, Think of THAT scene in season 2...you know what I mean👀👀. Mentions of a controlling Parental figure, self doubt. VERY outdated thoughts on being a wife/women. Also age gap kinda.

Word count: 5.5k+.....i know. I write way too much.

A.N.: So this is part one of two, and I was almost going to make this as an OFC, but then I'd have to rewrite the whole thing and...no. But I am planning on turning this into a series, starting with how the two of them met, because let's face it...how the hell is Javi with a girl like this?

As the lights flickered at the Embassy, Javier realized he should have listened to you this morning. You warned him the weather was going to be bad today, but he didn't want to listen. You were standing by the open sliding glass door to the balcony, coffee in hand, watching the sun rise over Bogota. He had just stepped out of the bathroom, towl around his waist, hair still dripping from his shower, yawning, as he rounded the corner and saw you. You were awash in a pinkish golden light as you watched the horizon, making him stop in his tracks, taking you in. He quietly came to your side and placed a kiss to the top of your head, before heading into the kitchenette to grab a cup of coffee for himself.

"Come home early tonight, Javi." You had told him sternly.

He sighed, annoyed, as he put the carafe down a little harder than he ment to. "Why?" He grumbled

"The sky, look at it." He came back to your side, to see the clouds were a mix of firey oranges and blood reds. He looked back to you, a slightly perplexed look on his face, he always doubted your superstitions.

"What about it? Does that mean 'Bad Luck' where your from?" He asked, rubbing his sleepy face.

"Not exactly," you said softly, eyes fixed to the sky,"Bad weather. When the sky would turn this red in the morning we would always bring the goats inside."

He shook his head and mumbled about you being a 'Hillbilly' before walking away from you.

"Hillbilly?" You asked, eyes narrowed as you watched him return to the kitchen,"What does that mean?"

"The news said it's only going to rain today." He said matter of factly, ignoreing your question."You always think too much."

You only frowned at him, brows furrowed,"What do they know?"

Now, at quarter to 4, he was grabbing his keys and putting on his coat. Ready to bolt out of the Embassy, curseing to himself for not listening to you. Knowing he was going to be chewed out completely by you, knowing you were alone, at home, scared.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Murphy asked as he watched him gather his things.

"Home, if the powers flickering here than the power in our building is definitely out. I'm not leaving my Wife home alone in this."

"This?" Murphy scoffed," It's barely even drizzling-" he was cut off when the power went out for a second, only to return.

Javi only shook his head, and headed out.

Murphy gave up, and shrugged," Well God Speed...fucking jackass." He mumbled as he returned to his work.

Stepping outside the sky was only overcast above him, a slight drizzle falling through the humid air, granting little relief from the soup thick heat, but off in the distance a thick line of night black clouds crept closer to the city. Deep rumbles of thunder rolled through the air, the storm closing in. You were right, it was going to be bad.

By the time he made it to his block the rain had started coming down in sheets, the streetlights on the block were out, and the windows of the building were all black. He was soaked to the bone as he entered the apartment. The whole space was bathed in a warm glow, your massive collection of prayer candles the only source of light, every flat surface covered in them. He made a note to scold you on the obvious fire hazard this posed, but he was more concerned with finding you in the dim light. He called out to you, locking every lock on the door. The sound of the bedroom door opening got his attention just as you poked your head out.

"Javi?" You sniffled.

He made his way over to you, pulling you to him, not caring that he was drenched "Are you alright?" You nodded and squeezed him, dampening your clothes.

"I just....the thunder...I don't like the thunder. And then the lights went out, and I was alone-" A loud clap of thunder hit, making you jump, crying into his chest. He ushered you over to the couch and made you sit.

He looked around as he took off his jacket, rain water dripping onto the carpet, "This place looks like a Cathedral...or a low budget porno."

You give him a glare that he could barely see in the dim light, but he could definitely feel it. He grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch, and wrapped it around you before kneeling. His forehead against yours as he stroked your thigh, whispering soft words of comfort as you tried to stop sniffleing like a child.

"Its just a little thunder," he said softly, taking your hands, trying to distract you from the clap that echoed in the air," Its nothing to be afraid of, Ok?"

You collected yourself, drawing in a few shuddering breaths and nodded. He kissed your forehead before standing up, heading to the bedroom to change out of his drenched clothes. He briefly left to check on Connie, instructing you not to answer the door for anyone but him. You didn't want him to leave you alone in the dark, with the storm pounding against the windows, but you understood. Murphy would do the same for you. You just wrapped the quilt around yourself, trying to breath through each rumble, each flash.

You focused on the words Javier said to you. Its just thunder, it can't hurt you, its just noise, but you were relieved when he called to you through the door. You quickly unlocked the door, the deadbolt, and undid the chain. As soon as he stepped through, you resecured the door, Javi even wedging a dining chair under the knob, bracing the door even further.

Connie had declined the offer he gave to stay the night in his apartment, the baby was sound asleep and she didnt want to risk moving her and waking her. He tried to debate her, when the power goes out here it brings out the worst in people; break ins, looting, ect. But she insisted she'd be okay. He gave her the same instructions; bar the door, dont answer for anyone but him or Steve.

As the day drew the two of you sat at the dining room table and he taught you a few of the card games he played as a kid while you both ate cold leftovers and he sipped his whiskey. His hand gripping your thigh whenever a loud crash of thunder made you jump. He kissed your temple, and urged you to focus on the card game in front of you. You snuck glances at him from the corner of your eye,the flickering candlelight reflecting beautifully in his deep brown eyes. You shifted in your seat whenever his attention was pulled to you. Sometimes you wonder if you'll ever get used to his stare.

You were still shy around him, you've been married about half a year, yet you still felt timid. Whenever he would reach to you in the night you would freeze. Not from fear, he never frightened you, it was just his touch was so unfamiliar to you. The feeling of another person's hand on your body was an odd feeling to get used to. You're instinct would take over, making you flinch away, goosebumps breaking out across your skin as he ran a hand up your back. His voice always soft when he asked for you. You always let him, rolling onto your back, your nightgown hitched up around your waist never coming off despite his pleading, the lights off even though he begged to see you. You tried not to make too much noise as he took you, but a breathy moan always left you anyway, making you feel embarrassed.

It took a lot of coaxing from him to get you to be on top, that was only a week ago. You could hear the yearning in his voice. Looking over your shoulder to him, his brown eyes sad. You wanted to say no, that's not how you've been taught to act. But he had a rough week, and he was your husband, you were taught to do as he said. He kept the lights off, your nightgown on, you tried not to make any sounds. But, then he started guiding your hips, making you move in a way you never had before, feeling somthing familiar, your small bundle of nerves grinding against him, makeing you let out an unexpected groan. He half laughed at the sound, urged you on, told you to keep going, how well you were doing. Soon you're head was thrown back as you began to moan and you suddenly didn't mind how hard he thrusted into you. How hard he grabbed your hips, how his hands were everywhere. You weren't sure if you were suppose to enjoy it, but you did. Your mother always told you to lay on your back, and wait till it was over. But it was hard to hold on to that bit of wisdom when he was groaning under you. Now you lay in the dark every night since then, refusing his touch. You layed awake confused, guilt laying heavy on your chest, makeing your stomach ache.

As day drew to evening, you both decied to sleep on the living room floor. You made a nest of sorts out of blankets and pillows next to the couch while he blew out the candles. He agreed to leave one lit on the coffee table, but only until you fell asleep. He had stripped down to just his boxers, and you were in your thinnest nightgown.

"You could just sleep naked." Javi suggested as he laid down. You looked at him, shocked."I'm just kidding." He quickly added, before rolling his eyes.

The thunder was relentless, growing louder, shaking the windows with each roll. Each clap of thunder made you squirm, each violent flash of lightning making you whimper. He rubbed your side, giving you sleepy words of comfort, his hands occasionally dipping down to tease your breast, which you would smack away. He turned with a huff and blew out the candle, ready to sleep. His back was facing you as you lied awake. The thunder echoing through the city, the rain pounding on the windows. A flash lit up the whole room with bright white light, followed immediately with a clap of thunder that shook the building. You cried and flipped over, wrapping your arms around his torso, face buried into his back

He let out a frustrated sigh as he turned to you, this was going to be a long night. He pulled you close, kissing you in between his soft words, stroking your hair as you sniffled. His hand dipped down to your ass, grabbing a handful. You almost slapped his hands away, but the feel of him against you, his lips all over your face and neck made you feel warm, his voice deep and low lulled you into a state of hazy dreaminess.

You gently turned away from him, your back flush against him. His hands continued their groping, his big hands firmly rubbing your hips and side as he kissed your shoulder. You felt heat pool between your legs, shuddering at the feeling, slowly rubbing your thighs together, mindlessly trying to relieve the growing tension. His hands grabbed your hips as he let out a harsh groan in your ear. You felt him begin to stir as your ass had inadvertently started to grind against his growing cock. His hand left your hip and grabbed your chin making you look at him. You could barely see him in the dark, but you could tell his face had grown stern.

"So, you just want some attention then?" He growled,"hm?"

You could only bite your lip, and grind back into him again. Causing him to let out a shaky breath. His grip on your chin grew firmer.

"You're pushing it." He whispered harshly against your ear. You sighed, your eyes fluttering shut. "Or do you like this? Hm?" He let go of your face and pulled the skirt of your nightgown up, dipping his hand into your underwear he let out a harsh breath as he teased your folds, finding you wet. His other hand wound through your hair, giving it a firm tug,"You like this?" He breathed as he slowly circled your clit, you let out a whimpering moan.

"Javier." You sighed as he pulled your panties down tossing them, he frantically pulled down his boxers kicking them off.

"Yeah Baby? What do you want?" He whispered in your ear before placing sloppy kisses on your neck making you groan, his hand teasing your top thigh.

"Javi..." you gasped as he tugged your hair harder,"You, please, mi Vida. Please."

He hooked your leg over his thigh as he took himself in hand, and you let out a shaky breath as you felt him tease your entrance.You could only gasp as he slowly pushed in, hissing in your ear as you were left breathless from the stretch. He let out a deep rumbling grunt as he pushed all the way into you.

"So tight Hermosa." He spat in your ear as you could only wimper from the feel of him,"so wet," he shuddered as he slowly, almost torturous in his movement pulled out," wet for me? Hm?" He teased, pulling all the way from your core before slamming back into you. Makeing you whine,"huh?" He teased softly,"dripping just for me?"

You found your voice and gasped out,"Yes, yes, yes. For you."

He groaned into your neck, kissing it lazily and he began to piston into you, holding you tightly, rocking into you relentlessly, grunting as you could only gasp as the head of his cock struck that place inside that you had only recently discovered. It was enough to make you whine, to cry, but it wasnt enough to make you feel that blissful feeling. You needed more for that, and he knew it. He knew how to get you there, but his fingers were too busy gripping your hair, holding your thigh in place, to touch that special part of you that ached so badly right now. He was too busy, chasing his own pleasure to pay you any mind.

You reached back to him with a sob, your nails digging into his arm.

"Javi! Please! I-"

He slowed, taking in a sharp breath right by your ear, "What? What does my needy little Princessa need, hm?" He almost sounded like he was mocking you. Thunder rolled once more as you both lay still, he was impatiently waiting for you to speak. You lost your voice as you looked over your shoulder to him, lightning streaking across the sky, lighting his face for brief seconds, making him look near monstrous as he scowled at you, teeth bared, his chest rising and falling from him sharp breaths. He yanked your hair harder, makeing you wimper,"What-" he growled, thrusting into you,"Do-" you wimpered,"You-" he hit that spot again,"Need?" You shook.

You found your voice,"Touch me."

"I am touching you." He grinned.

"Javi, please don't-" you were cut off with a gasp as he pulled out of you, releasing his grip from you as he moved onto his knees. Sighing you rolled over to your back, running a shaking hand over your face as you fought to catch your breath. His chest heaved as he breathed harshly through his nose. His eyes glaring down at you in the dark. Another roll of thunder echoed through the city as you sat up on your elbows, "Javi?"

He grabbed your arm and pulled you up on your knees, pulling you flush against him. You instinctively reached up to him to find your balance, wrapping your arms around his neck. He rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, his nose brushing yours, his breath against your skin. He grabbed your ass firmly, before kissing you, gently at first, his tounge teasing your lips open. You allowed your lips to open for him with a sigh that quickly turned into a sharp cry as he bit into your bottom lip. His short nails digging into your ass as he licked where his teeth had pierced your tender lip. You almost pushed him away, but he attached his lips to your neck, kissing, biting then licking away the pain. His hands under your nightgown working it off of you, pulling away from you just enough to remove it, tossing it to the side before he latched onto your breast.

Thunder cracked though the air again as you whined, your eyes squeezed shut. You weren't sure what you were feeling; pain, pleasure, fear, no matter what you were still dripping as he bit your nipple. Thick fingers ghosting down your belly until they reached where you ached the most. Your nails dug into his shaggy hair as he teased your slit, fingers circling your clit as you gasped. Your thighs shaking as you finally felt some relief. Sighing his name, head lolling to the side, as you felt the approach of that feeling that had long been forbidden for you to feel. Then suddenly, it was gone.

"Javi!" You nearly cried, why was he being so cruel to you tonight? He sat up fully meeting your eyes, gripping your face with a strong hand. Lightning lit up the room, his face was almost unmoved by you're shocked expression. You grabbed onto his wrist,"Javi?"

He loosened his grip, and in one quick movement, he moved aside, gripped your hair, and shoved you down onto your stomach. The air was almost knocked out of you as you landed on the carpet, you scrambled to get up but he only held you down firmer, looking over your shoulder at him. He maneuvered behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling them up until you were on your elbows and knees.

You swallowed hard, your eyes wide, body going cold as he glared down at you. You wanted to sit up, tell him not to take you this way. But then a flash lit the room, and you saw the way he gazed down at you, how his eyes were filled with lust for you, the look of desperation on his face as his took himself in his hand. He shook his head subtlety as he looked at the state of you, finally, finally spread out in front of him. The way he always wanted to see you. Any fear you felt was suddenly replaced with searing heat, your core aching, clenching on nothing as you began to push back against him, wanting to feel him inside you. Needing it. With a sharp breath from him he pushed into you, and he waisted no time, his hips snapping against you as he thrusted into your slick walls.

You're eyes were squeezed shut as you mewed for him. It never felt like this, the pressure from his cock hitting in such a different way, you couldn't stop your whimpers, you used the Lord's name in vain without a care, you swore, making him groan at the vulgar words that spilled from your mouth. Never have you felt this way, behaved so wantonly, you begged for more, harder. And he gave it to you. You lost all control as he pulled you up against him, bracing one arm across your breast, holding you in place as he groaned and bit into your neck and shoulder. His other hand snaking down and circling your bundle of nerves that has been so neglected. You cry,and writh against him, his name a chant as you felt that ungodly yet blissful feeling approach. You screamed, not caring that the thunder didn't cover it, not caring if the neighbors heard, didn't even care if God himself heard. You were in the throws and nothing mattered except for Javier's talented fingers and his harsh groans in your ear as he neared his own release. He followed soon after, right after you buckled against him. He let you crumble back to your hands and knees, forehead against the ground as he continued, hips stuttering as he groaned through it. Until his breath hitched with a swear and his hot seed filled you. He breathed out a few more swears until he shakily pulled out of you, collapsing onto his side as you slowly melted onto the floor, ebbing in and out of consciousness, wimpering as you began to throb.

The last thing you remember was his shaking fingers pushing your hair to the side. The whispering of your name, his lips against your face. Your eyelids softly closed and you found your rest, the thunder faint, the rain a mere tap against the windows, calm settled over the city as you fell into sleep.

***

The sun rose, the unbearable humidity had broke and a cool breeze followed in the wake of the storm. The curtains gently swaying from the morning air flowing through the open windows. Javier groaned as he stretched, his back sore from sleeping on the floor, limbs tangled in the nest of blankets. As soon as he opened his eyes he knew he over slept. The sun was high in the morning sky. He bolted up, and found you seated on the couch in one of his t shirts holding the leaf of one of your aloe plants in your hand.

"Steve stopped by, he said don't come in." You said, your voice sleepy and raspy. "The first floor of the Embassy flooded, no work until its cleaned up."

He sighed and rubbed his face.

"Powers still out?" He asked groggily.

"Yes," you answered, he grumbled and you rolled your eyes. "You'll be fine." You tutted. He turned his head and shot you a look. You only shrugged and continued rubbing your aloe plant on your skinned knees.

He watched you as you winced, guilt hanging over him as he looked at you. Your lip was swollen, neck bruised, elbows and knees rashed with rug burn. He could only imagine the bruises he left behind on your hips. He cleared his throat.

"You okay?" He tentatively asked.

You froze as you thought, looking to him his brown eyes were wide and sad, but then again they were always sad. You turned away from him and nodded. Not wanting to have this conversation, not right now. But he came over to you anyway, kneeling in front of you, taking your hand.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, kissing your fingers" I dont know what came over me last night, I never..." he brushed his thumb over your bruised lip," I cant believe I...I'll never do that again. I promise." He said sincerely.

You swallowed hard, not wanting to look at him. Your eyes were dry and puffy from the crying you did the day before, but still they they stung with the threat of tears.

"Mi vida, please, talk to me, are you ok?"

"I'm ok, Javi,"you said quietly," I'm just...confused."

He rested his chin on top of your knee, his hands moving down to your calves, fingertips brushing over your skin.

"Confused about what, hermosa?"

You gingerly traced the cooling plant against your scuffed elbow, so many thoughts bouncing around your head.

"I dont know." You finally breathed.

"Yes you do, just tell me."

You took a deep breath.

"It's just...last night you were so...rough. So mean. You hurt me, Javi."

"I'm sorry," he said kissing your knee, "I swear, I will never do that again. Everything will be your call, how you want it-"

"I liked it." You breathed, your face burning, before looking away.

He blinked and asked you to repeat yourself because there was no way he heard you right.

"I liked it, Javi. I know I shouldn't, but I did. I liked it."

He sat back, eyes wide as he looked up at you. He nodded trying to comprehend what you said, not even knowing how to respond. His prudish, proper, Church every Sunday, Confession every Wednesday, and Saturday night Mass, makes him leave the room when you change, wont kiss in public wife just admitted she liked being thrown around like a rag doll. He felt himself begin to stir, and given his state of undress there was no way to hide it.

"What do you mean 'You shouldn't'? Shouldn't what?"

You paused, trying to collect your thoughts.

"You know what I mean." You hung your head low.

He was quiet for a moment, brows furrowed trying to find the right thing to tell you.

"Mi vida," he said softly,"enjoying...sex with me doesn't make you a bad person."

"Then why do I feel this way? Why do I always feel like I'm doing something wrong?"

He kept his mouth shut. He wanted to go on a rant; about your crazy mother, how she had you brainwashed, how he loves you. He only took a deep breath and cleared his throat. He told you to look him in the eyes as he gripped your hands.

"You haven't done anything wrong. Nothing. Nothing you have done is wrong." He said firmly, hoping it would finally sink it,"Its okay to want this." He tucked your hair behind your ear as you looked away again. He tilted your chin up to look him in the eyes."look at me, I need you to understand its ok to want this."

You nod, you want it to sink in, listen to him, but you still doubted. You just want the conversation to end.

"So," Javi began after a few moments of silence,"Does this mean...we can start having sex with the lights on?" He asked, half joking while palming your thighs.

You pulled your legs underneath you.

"I dont know."

He grinned up at you," Yes you do." He said as he sat up his nose brushing your cheek. You fought a smile as his mustache tickled you, his lips peppering kisses along your jaw making his way to the spot below your ear that makes you squirm.

"Javi..." you shudder,"I'm still sore."

He kissed your lips tenderly,minding your bruises.

"I know, Baby," he cooed,"let me make you feel better."

You blinked," I already took an asprin."

He laughed, resting his head on your shoulder, his hands still rubbing your thighs.

"That's not what I ment," he smiled, as he kissed your lips again."let me taste you." He purred.

Your eyes went wide, it was early morning, broad daylight. "Um..."

"C'mon baby, let me see you," he whispered raising an eyebrow, his hands skimming underneath the shirt you wore. You sighed against his lips, feeling warm inspite of the tenderness you felt in your core.

You threaded your fingers through his hair,"Will you gentle this time?"

"Do you want gentle?" He asked.

You thought for moment," This time. This time I do."

He smiled with a sigh," Then I'll be gentle mi vida. I'll-"

A pounding knock on the door interrupted him. You clung to him with a gasp as you both froze.

"Peña!" Murphy's voice boomed through the door,"Open up, I know you're in there."

Javi swore and dropped his head with a groan as he left your side to get the door. You squeaked.

"Javi!" You giggled, covering your face. He looked back to you,"um..." he looked down and realized he was naked, not just naked but he was semi aroused. He sighed and grabbed the quilt from the couch and wrapped it around his waist as he made his way to the door as you laughed.

"What do you want, Murph?" He grumbled when he opened the door.

Murphy took one look at him and rolled his eyes.

"Jesus," Murphy mumbled, trying to look anywhere except at Javier,"You couldn't of put pants on to get the door?"

Javier just shrugged and nodded over his shoulder towards you. Your face burned, eyes not knowing where to go when Steve saw you, awkwardly giving you a wave as you pulled the shirt you wore further down your legs.

"We got some intel I need to discuss with you, so if you wouldn't mind letting me in, and for the Love of God put on pants, I'd very much like to discuss it with you."

Murphy came in with a milk crate filled with papers, setting it down on your kitchen counter. You kept your head down while you awkwardly began scooping up the blankets, pillows, and discarded clothing from the floor, before following Javier into the bedroom. He quickly changed into his jeans and a short-sleeved shirt.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, giving you a kiss to the top of your head. "I'll make it up to you."

"Its ok, I think I'm just going to lay down."

"We wont make too much noise," he promised, stroking your arm," Do you need anything?"

You only shook your head. With one last kiss he left you, shutting the door behind him. You made the bed, opened up the bedroom window to let the cool breeze in, and stripped off his shirt. You nestled into the sheets naked your hips tender, lips sore, elbows and knees stinging. You wanted to rest, to shut your eyes and sleep but your thoughts just kept bouncing around your head.

Your stomach twisted as you thought back to the words of advice your mother gave you as a girl. How last night you defied everything she taught you, instructed you, demanded of you. You never questioned her, never, but now you had the sinking feeling that maybe she was wrong. Maybe everything she told you about being a wife, or just even being a women, was wrong. You let your husband use you like a whore, he took you like an animal, he was rough and cruel. Worst of all you enjoyed it, you liked how he gripped you, how he groaned, how he breathed your name through ragged breath. Enjoyed how it felt when he was behind you.

You shifted under onto your side, listening to the low murmur of the men talking in the other room. Heard Javis grumblings through the door. Your marriage wasn't what you expected. You always expected to marry someone closer to your age, he'd have a humble job, a humble home, you'd do everything for him; cook, clean, lay on your back,push out babies. You'd live to serve him, and your children, and he'd provide while you looked the other way when he spent his evenings with his mistress. After all that's how your parents marriage was, so why wasn't your marriage anything like that?

Javi hated when you did everything for him, hated that you tried to make yourself his servant, he enjoyed a hot meal to come home to and appreciated your efforts, but that's not how he expected you to be. You heard Steve's voice, and you wondered to yourself if he treated Connie the way Javi treated you. You never quite got over the shock of finding out Connie still worked. She didn't stay at home with the baby, and be the housewife you were always taught to be. Being in Bogota was a culture shock, life was so different than your childhood village. So many women out on their own, not having a man to answer to. This feeling of liberation was hard to accept, you felt more confused each day, not knowing what to do with yourself besides listening to your Mother's voice in your head, always chastising you for everything you did.

Eventually you dozed off, giving your mind a rest, your body a chance to relax and heal. Foggy memories of the night finding it's way to your dreams. The sound of him groaning your name echoing in your dreams, you woke feeling your body humming. You felt a slickness between your legs, you expected to see blood on your fingers when reached down, but there was no blood, only the evidence of your longing. You wanted him. You've always wanted him. You spent all this time denying him. Denying a man who puts his life on the line everyday, a man who promised to always protect you, and you won't even give yourself to him. It wasn't fair. You werent being fair, not just to him but yourself.

You heard him laugh in the other room, and it shot straight to your core. You sighed at the feeling, the scent of him was on the sheets, the sound of his voice ringing in your ears. You needed to feel his skin under your fingertips, your lips, inside you again. You wanted him, you wanted him anyway he'd take you. And you were going to have him again before the day was over. Thats what you decided, what you decided it for yourself.

Thank You for reading🥰🥰

Part 2 coming soon...

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Visions of sugarplums

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x female reader

Content: Pining, workplace romance, fake dating if you squint, oh no we’re snowed in, mention of food, kissing, making out, mostly-non-explicit sex (under-18s, jog on), so many sweet pet names you’ll get cavities, romantic Jack because apparently I’m a sucker for that

Word count: ~4800 (yeah. Jack is a demanding muse)

Prompt: “Hoping one day you’ll make a dream last” (Let Her Go, Passenger), for @yespolkadotkitty‘s follower celebration writing challenge 🎉

Note: I said canon Whiskey who? This cowboy drinks respect women juice.

Taglist (if you’d like to be tagged, un-tagged, or make a request for future fics, feel free to let me know): @writemessystarwars @keeper0fthestars @flightlessangelwings @yespolkadotkitty @emesispo @songsformonkeys @beccaplaying

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A whirl of snow stings your cheek like a slap as you hurry through the grounds of the posh ski resort that sprawls across the valley, dotted with cozy cabins and million-dollar chalets.

Your sheer stockings, low-cut dress, and teetering heels are no match for snow bursts and the wind that cuts through you like a knife. Inwardly cursing your alter ego and her penchant for skimpy fashions, you tug your thin coat more tightly around you.

This mission was supposed to be a piece of cake. A few days at a luxe resort, posing with your partner as an arms dealer and his girlfriend to get close to your target, and everything was going swimmingly…until your search of the target’s study during a cocktail party was interrupted by two of his security staff making their rounds ahead of schedule. The adrenaline rush of your narrow escape is still humming in your veins.

Beside you, long strides making quick work of the path, Jack Daniels has transformed himself from intelligence agent to wealthy gun runner with the world on a string. The cashmere overcoat that cost more than your first car is the perfect finishing touch to his sharp suit, and his dark good looks stand out even in the hazy moonlight.

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for day 12 of my hyggetober ficlet challenge. today’s prompt is “pets.”

Francisco “Catfish” Morales/gn!Reader, rated gen (warning: contains mention of snakes, though they exist entirely off-screen). can’t stop won’t stop writing extremely soft babyfic about hot single dad Frankie Morales™. 525 words. thanks to @heatherbel for suggesting Frankie for this prompt.

  Every now and then, Frankie has a flair for the dramatic. You hear him come through the front door, murmuring excitedly as he makes his way through the house to find you in the bedroom, folding laundry, and he pauses in the doorway, baby in tow.

“You will never believe,” he declares, “what we just saw.”

“What did you see?” you ask. You’re a little distracted, facing down three socks without their pairs, so you almost miss it when he widens his eyes expectantly.

“Guess,” he says.

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Stay Safe Part One: Should Have Known Better

Fandom: The Mandalorian [Star Wars]

Pairing: Eventual Mandalorian [Din Djarin]/Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Hello everyone, and welcome to my latest indulgence. This tale will run parallel to the show, picking up between episode three [The Sin] and episode four [Sanctuary], so spoiler warnings for all portions!

Our story begins a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…on Nevarro, to be specific. Enjoy!

Tag List: @wrestlingfae @helplessly-nonstop @huliabitch @culturalrebel

[And here is the playlist for this (now completed) series! Be warned that this post does contain spoilers for all chapters of Stay Safe, so if you would rather just have the playlist without additional exposition or breakdown, you can find it here!]

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The First Snow

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x fem!reader Rating: T+ Summary: Jack is finally home, just in time for the magic of the changing seasons.  Word Count:  1,827 Warnings: Sexually suggestive comments but nothing explicit, Soft!Whiskey, no beta A/N: This started as a little head cannon that I sent to @talesfromtheguild​ yesterday when we got our first (super early) snowfall of the year, and I expanded on it just a bit. I’m so soft for Jack, it’s unreal. I’m thinking of expanding this to a much steamier part two. yay? nay? 

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Fall on the ranch was your favorite time of year. The air was crisp and smelt of the turning leaves that fell gently in the breeze. It was the time to bring out your cozy clothes; your favorite sweaters and scarves, the knit mittens your grandmother had made you, the cute little beanies your boyfriend insisted on buying you (not that you were complaining). Everything inside smelt of cinnamon and nutmeg, and the nights were spent wrapped in a fleece blanket by the fire with your favorite warm drink warming your hands. In a word, it was perfection. The only thing that made it better was when your man finally made it home for the holidays.

And that final thing is what you currently find yourself waiting for.

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Ok but the cracking the headboard? He growls- Frankie most definitely growls and snarls when he comes and breaks the damn thing. Ok now I’m done.

warnings: SMUT - rough sex

a/n: this is short but i think it makes the point its supposed to make lol. i’m supposed to be working on the stuff that has been sitting in my inbox forever but y’all got me hooked on this idea so i gotta get it out.

Frankie’s body is slick against yours, a thin sheen of sweat covering you both as he takes you hard and without any kind of rhythm. His hair hangs in his face as he bares his teeth down at you, grunting with his thrusts. Your nails scratch down his back and he hisses in slight pain but doesn’t stop.

You told him you needed this so he is giving it to you. You can tell he needs this too. He needs to let go. Of course, he tells you to tell him if it gets to be too much, but with him it’s never too much. It’s just enough and it leaves you wanting more.

He looks down, grinning at the dogtags laying between your breasts. They make a small clinking sound every time your body moves when he thrusts into you and he loves that. He touches them gently before bringing his hand back up to the headboard that he is using to pull himself into you harder. It creaks precariously but you don’t hear it. All you can focus on is Frankie inside of you and the lovely sounds he’s making. He lowers himself just enough to kiss you. Before he pulls away though you bite down on his lip and he moans in surprise. You bring your hands up and push his hair out of his face. He is so lovely like this--face flushed, sweat on his brow, eyes hooded with lust and love.

“Harder,” you whisper and he looks at you as if to ask silently ‘are you sure?’ “Please...”

This time you hear the headboard creak as he tightens his grip on it to give you what you want. You touch yourself as he pounds into your relentlessly while looking for any sign that you may want him to stop. But you don’t want him to stop. You want him to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until he can’t anymore.

The sound of his hips slapping against your skin is like music to your ears and you’re lost in it. You look down to watch him move in and out of you as you touch yourself and it’s just enough to push you over the edge. You cum around him, your toes curling as you throw your head back and cry out his name.

He’s certainly not holding back now. You feel too good--so tight around him, squeezing him, urging him to give you his all. And he does. He clinches his jaw and growls as he cums, holding onto the headboard with a grip that makes a cracking sound that has you both stilling and looking up. There it is. A nice long crack right down the middle of your somewhat new headboard.

“Oh, fuck...” Frankie breathes before looking down at you and smiling. You snort before bursting into full on laughter. He lowers himself over you and hides his face against your breasts, laughing while trying to catch his breath. “Well, you asked for rough,” he teases.

“You broke the headboard,” you say in disbelief. “That’s pretty hot actually.”

“What?” he chuckles.

“Those strong, sexy hands basically broke something in two. Hot.”

He lifts his head and smiles at you, pushing his hair out of his face again. “Guess I don’t know my own strength.”

“We’ll get a new one,” you say as he rolls off of you.

“You okay?” he asks, rubbing your thighs. “I didn’t...damage you, did I?”

You giggle. “No. But if you wanna try to break me in two...”

He looks at you in shock. “What’s gotten into you tonight?”

“Hmm...my boyfriend.”

“Christ...” He sits up and touches the crack in the headboard. “We have to make sure we pick a sturdier one.”

“Oh, I don’t know, you might break that one too,” you joke and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Hell no.” You laugh as he moves closer and kisses you. He plays with the dogtags hanging around your neck.

“I love when you wear these,” he says. “The way they look on your bare skin just...” He bites his lip.

“Are you joining me for a shower?” you ask.

“Yup. Right after we break the headboard just a little more.” He looks at you and you look down.

“Already?”

“It’s you...something about you and the fucking dogtags...” His words trail off but you push him onto his back gently and get on top of him.

“My turn. Let’s see what I can do.” You hold onto the headboard, leaning over Frankie slightly and the dogtags swing freely between you two. His hands find your hips and help you onto him.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Fic Rec List

So, since I’ve achieved another of my follower goals, I thought about doing a recommendation list of all of my favorite fanfiction from this website (so far)! These are the ones I reblogged and commented on it, and truly recommend! Some of them them I really have to catch up, but I love them anyway! I hope you like them too!! I’m definitely missing someone, because I always forget things, lmao, so if your work is not here is probably because I forgot!! The characters are in alphabetical order:

Boba Fett

Staple Your Tongue by @bobafvtt

Say it, Spit it Out by @bobafvtt

Diego Hargreeves

I Need a Favour series by @areyouthorrealrightnow

Diego and his baby daughter by @the-novel-on-the-left

Din Djarin

As You Wish series by @themandjalorian

Both Hunter and Prey series by @themandjalorian

Cold Showers by @cptnbvcks

Deliver Me by @damerondjarin

Healer series by @bestintheparsec (i terribly have to catch up, but it’s a great series 🥺) 

The Lovely Moons series by @vercopaanir (i still have to catch up on that one, sorry 😥)

Rough day series by @no-droids

Ezra (Prospect)

Moonlight by @adikaofmandalore

Next Rotation by @hopelikethesun

Orchid by @adikaofmandalore

Trap by @rzrcrst

Frankie Morales

Addicted to You by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

Dawn by @rzrcrst

Pragma series by @softpedropascal (another one that I have to catch up, but it’s so soft and sweet!!)

Querencia series by @spookyold-saintjm

Javier Peña

A Good Man series by @forever-rogue

Curriculum Vitae series by @tiffdawg

Deal series by @longitud-de-onda

Dial Tone by @cptnbvcks

Look How Long This Love Can Hold Its Breath series by @themandjalorian

Partial to the Cavatina series by @acomplicatedprofession

The Same Coin series by @bestintheparsec ​

Marcus Pike

And Then I’d Kiss You, And Then I’d (Still) Kiss You by @agentpike

If You Ever wanna be in Love series by @agentpike

Secret Kisses by @catfishingmorales

Undercover by @secretpajamas

Maxwell Lord

A Gilded Lie series by @maxlordd

Max Phillips

Bury me face down by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

With Cherries on Top series by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

Oberyn Martell

In Name Only series by @forever-rogue

Of Princes and Berries series by @forever-rogue

Pero Tovar

Morning, Necklace and this Art Drabble by @di-kut (all set in the same universe)

Querida by @yespolkadotkitty

Rough Day (The Mandalorian x Reader)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: When you woke up this morning, you didn’t really think it would be a “fixing Mando’s knife wound and then giving him a handjob” kind of day today but hey, who knew that agreeing to babysit a bounty hunter’s weird, green little child would be so full of surprises.

Warnings: Smut, language, handjobs (duh), dirty talk, Pedro Pascal (deserves his own warning), mentions of blood, spoilers for the Mandalorian.

Maker, why is this even a thing?

You don’t know his name.  You’ve never seen his face.  He barely says a word, doesn’t even move much unless he needs to.  If he didn’t have such an obvious complex about droids, you would’ve thought he could be one himself, quietly forged and hidden beneath gleaming beskar armor for an untold number of years.  You know practically nothing about him other than the few things you’ve heard about his culture—most likely either grossly exaggerated or just flat out nonsense.  Everything about him is an enigma, even down to the vaguely impersonal things, such as the technical name for his “poof gun” or what insane percentage of his body weight metal has to account for.

But that doesn’t stop you.  Nope, the fact that you’ve never even seen a strip of his skin doesn’t stop you from nursing a stupid, helpless crush on the quiet bounty hunter.  Stars, it’s ridiculous.  The modulated, low baritone, the intimidating way he carries himself, so stoic and dark and foreboding and tall—

He terrifies you.  You’re absolutely terrified of bothering him, of being too forward or inquisitive.  You sit in the cockpit with him for hours in dead silence, kid perched on your lap in the copilot’s seat to keep him from touching anything, hypnotized by the way his helmet subtly reflects the streaks of hyperspace as they race by and thinking about all the impossible things you want to know but can never ask about.  The last thing you want to do is accidentally test his patience, possibly get marooned on some backwater planet somewhere because you just couldn’t accept something so beautifully mysterious for what it is.

So you ultimately strive to be almost as quiet as he is, always helpful but never in the way.  You troubleshoot mechanical issues with the vessel when they make themselves known, take the baby in one of the secluded areas of the hull and play peekaboo for a bit when he gets too fussy, or just pick up a rag and start cleaning when there’s nothing else to occupy your time.  You sleep occasionally, curling up on the floor of the hull with a blanket to avoid taking up too much space, living out of your suitcase and making a generous ten percent of his commissions just by copiloting and keeping watch over the child while he works.  With the strict schedule he keeps, your pay is always handsome and consistent, even if it is all a bit boring.

Watching him wrestle his bounties into carbonite is admittedly the most exciting part for you, the rest of your days filled with nothing but the interior of the vessel as it either travels through hyperspace or sits stationary on a planet.  He always returns to you bruised and dirty, manhandling and shoving his bounties up the ramp and into the carbonite chamber one by one, not bothering with the fuel needed to collect payment until at least three or four have been retrieved.

You try not to constantly replay the incredibly vivid memory of one of them snarling something sexually obscene at you once and how quickly the bounty hunter whipped his fist out and broke his nose before freezing him.

“Isn’t… isn’t he still conscious in there?”  You remember asking, studying the disgustingly crooked angle of the man’s shattered silver nose, to which the Mandalorian shortly replied, “Yes,” before clambering into the cockpit and taking off.

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Thunder - Masterlist

this is the masterlist for the fic thunder. links to the chapters can be found below.

masterlist • visuals • preview • playlist

summary: When Frankie falls in love, he falls hard. But so does she. Luciana García—Santiago’s twin sister and, thus, one of Frankie’s best friends—knows that Frankie’s off limits. And so is she from him. Pope has made it obvious time and time again that they aren’t meant to be together like that.

But nothing can stop the romance from brewing. Throughout college, throughout adulthood, throughout the shit they put themselves through—it’s still there, hanging in the air like distant thunder rumbling above them.

And it’s only a matter of time until they give into the storm.

pairing: frankie “catfish” morales x f!oc

warnings: angst, minor violence, trauma, hurt/comfort, fluff, nondescriptive sexual content

chapters:

prologue

When a thunderstorm hits, a little girl yearns to hear the story of her mother that promises a much better view on such scary weather.

chapter 1: warm front

Frankie and Luciana escape a party for some much-needed peace and quiet spent with each other, and unspoken feelings start to stir.

chapter 2: cold front

Santiago sits down with Frankie and Luciana to set some boundaries—ones they can’t promise they’ll stick to.

chapter 3: humidity

Frankie, Luciana, and the boys head to a bar for the night, where the boys get a little too drunk and the other two start to give into rising tensions.

chapter 4: dark clouds

The group takes on the senior semi-formal and Frankie manages to get Luciana as his date, awakening feelings that he can no longer deny.

chapter 5: wind

With graduation and summer right around the corner, Frankie and Luciana find it harder than ever to keep their feelings for each other repressed.

chapter 6: thunder 

With the tensions of life and feelings at an all-time high, Frankie and Luciana finally find themselves in the eye of their own kind of storm—and wonder where they can go from here.

chapter 7: lightning

The group goes on a weekend getaway before they ship themselves off for training and service, completely unaware of the storm that still brews over Frankie and Luciana—which only grows stronger.

chapter 8: hail

Time winds down until Frankie has to leave Luciana, and suspicions start to grow as to what’s going on between them.

chapter 9: rain

Coming soon.

chapter 10: broken clouds

Coming soon.

chapter 11: blue skies

Coming soon.

chapter 12: sunshine

Coming soon.

chapter 13: rainbow

Coming soon.

epilogue

Coming soon.

all of this

pairing: din djarin/the mandalorian x reader

warnings: nothing! bit of nerves, bit of fluff, hands™️ 

word count: 1090

A/N: what started as a blurb about hand-holding instead… careened into this.

There was a certain shift in the air, and it wasn’t a sudden change; gradually, over the course of hours, the air had become heavier, denser, and every breath required just that little more effort to reach the crevices of your lungs.

The curve of his beskar helmet glinted in the darkness.

Mando is at the dresser, back turned from you. You watch as he methodically removes his armour, arranging each piece neatly on the desk. His visor turns, carefully unclipping the buckles of his vambrace, removing it from his forearm, and placing it down so gently that it barely makes a noise.

Or maybe it did make a noise. The rush of your own blood might be drowning it out.

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if you ever wanna be in love: a marcus pike x f!reader series inspired by the rom-com set it up

I: coffee cures all ills

II: coincidences 

iii: going down

iv: plan b & other messes

v: lightning strikes

vi: violets

updates wednesdays (errr, tries to anyway…)

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Step into the Daylight - Part 1

Summary: While fighting for your own survival, you somehow ended up in the care of one stoic Mandalorian…and his adopted child. (that’s it for now! don’t want to give away too much!)

A/N: Hey, hi, hello, so here is some Mando x Reader bs nobody really asked for (but kinda), that I’m already excited about. I don’t know how long this will be, but for now it’s a mini-series. Enjoy Part 1, and as always feedback and thoughts are welcome and encouraged. Taglist is open as well!

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin x Reader)

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, some language

PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8

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“Really?” you taunted as you turned around and wiped the combination of sweat and blood from your brow, trying to keep it from trickling into your eyes. Several more of the guards that you had already dealt with had managed to find you; and they were angry. Perhaps it was their fallen comrades lying broken and bruised on the ground all around you? They responded with blasters pointed at your face and you just scoffed in response, “that’s how you’re going to treat a lady?”

“You’re no lady,” knew of them sneered at you, and nodded in response as if to say fair point. but he wasn’t having it, “you’re just a filthy bounty hunter.”

“I was never a bounty hunter,” you held up your hand and waggled a finger at him, an expression of annoyance etched onto your features, “I am a spy, more or less like you. But never a filthy, low level bounty hunter.”

“Enough with this chatter,” another one groaned, growing more impatient with each passing second, the heat of the sun beating down on all of you, “that’s how she got away in the first place! Shoot her!”

“You really want to do this?” you asked as you quickly ducked a shower of blaster fire. Yup, apparently they did. You felt yourself growing tired, body starting to ache from the earlier beating you had taken, but you’d rather be dead than let them take you alive. You raised your blaster and shot back at them, “let’s go then! I can do this all day!“

You hadn’t felt the pair of eyes intently watching your every move from the roof of the building you were next to. He had been there for some time, thinking he was going to have it easy with you as his bounty, you were just one girl after all.

But when he was first spied you running for your life from the guards and successfully taking down wave after wave of guards they were sent after you, he paused and laid low, observing your every move. A few times he thought he might have to come in and assist you, cringing slightly as you fell to the ground bleeding as they got several hits in on you. But each time you managed to struggle back to your feet, resilience strong as you thought them all off. You were no Mandalorian, but you were a skilled fighter all your own.

"Is that the best you’ve got?!” you asked as you took down another one, a new gash on your arm as you were down to one last guard, who was, naturally, the biggest one of them all, “show me your best. And then I’ll let you join your friends. We can do this the easy way or the hard way buddy, and if I were you, I’d choose the easy way.”

The large man didn’t seem amused as he simply raised his fist and struck you across the face, catching you completely off guard. You stumbled back as your hand flew to your jaw to make sure nothing was broken. The Mandalorian jumped to his feet as he prepared himself to jump down and finish the man off himself.

"Seems like you’ve run out of luck,” he sneered at you, positive that he had the upper hand. You rolled your eyes dramatically before holding your hands and motioning for him to come at you. Just as he lunged forward, you knocked his feet out from under him, and as he tumbled to the hard ground, you grabbed his blaster and shot him, making sure he wouldn’t get up ever again. It was a hollow victory; you hadn’t meant to leave a wake of death and destruction in your path, but you survived and that was all that mattered now. You looked all around, chest rising and falling rapidly as you realized what you had done.

Tossing the blaster away, you fell to your knees as they buckled under you, trying to catch your breath and alleviate the pain that was throbbing in your side, most likely a cracked rib or two. The blood was almost dried on your face, and you eventually allowed yourself to slump against the side of the building, knowing you couldn’t rest there long; more people would be sent after you shortly with the commotion you had made.

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the sweetest taboo

pairing: frankie ‘catfish’ morales x f!reader

warnings: SMUT - oral (f receiving), somewhat rough sex, a little dirty talk

a/n: so here it is. i told y’all i would write something because this gif gave me ideas about not-so-soft frankie.

You can’t remember the last time Frankie had been this needy. His lips and teeth are on every inch of exposed skin they can find before you can close the door properly. He snatches his cap off, frustrated with it getting in the way of him getting to you.

“Frankie baby,” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair. “Let’s go upstairs…” He sucks on a particularly sensitive part of your neck and your knees buckle.

“Mm mm,” he grunts against your skin.

“What?”

“Huh?” He finally pulls away from you looking simply disheveled—pupils blown wide, hair a mess from you running your fingers through it, and breathing as if you had taken his breath away.

“What’s gotten into you?” you tease, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

He moves in on you again, this time capturing your lips. His tongue swirls with yours expertly, reminding you of just what else he can do with it. “Want you,” he breathes.

“I can tell…” You smile at him as you pull the shirt out from where it’s tucked into his jeans—the khaki ones he loves so much. “Got any blood left in that head up there or has it already all traveled to the other?”

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braids

of hair and happiness

negotiations

of jealousy and jeopardy

ghost collection

a collection in which he is dead, and she owns his ship. 

home

of wreckage and rage

short

of height and helmets

not like you | kind of like you | just like you

of clans and crests | of jostling and jokes | of similarity and sincerity

the mandalorian and the caretaker

he is the predator, and she is the prey.

it seems that way, doesn’t it?

sleep

of calm and closeness

be careful

of rest and relationships

opposites

of differences and disposition

close your eyes

of bravery and blood

nothing but air

of power and presences

thief

she’s a thief. annoying, slippery, witty… and useful.

dreams

of futures and falsehoods

jealous

of discomfort and divulgence

reputation

of handholds and hearts

serious

of jokes and justification

no promises

nothing’s gonna hurt you baby

warm

someone holds her safe and warm, someone rescues her from the storm

nothing

nothing to kill or die for, and no religion, too

one word prompts (requests open)

basorexia | katzenjammer | kintsukuroi | volta, mamihlapinatapei | oubliette | áoyè, cafuné

don’t.

in which everything about this is forbidden

euphoria

you are the cause of my euphoria

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Addicted to You

Part 1: The Chain

Summary/Author’s Note: As the sister of veteran turned freelance for hire Santiago “Pope” Garcia, you grew up close to his friends and ex-military squad. Frankie Morales always had your heart, in the same way you always had his–the two of you just never seemed to get the timing right. Trying to escape the violence of a military career based family, you turned to journalism and humanitarian work in war torn countries. But three days ago your crew was ambushed and after three days without any contact, Pope is getting the guys back together for a rescue mission. (Follows Canon events very closely with added character and liberties) Thank you to @winters-buck for headcanoning with me about Frankie and getting me pumped up enough to write this.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Pope’s sister!Reader Word Count: 4.6k (idk what happened…) Warnings/rating: (NC-17)/18+ Language, smoking, implied drug use, PTSD, sex/smut, kidnapping, blood, violence, threats, fluff and feelings

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Summer (Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Reader)

gif via @little-ms-fandom

summary: You spend a summer falling in love with Frankie.

warnings: mentions of past drug abuse, light sexual themes/references, alcohol, fluff

rating: R

word count: 4.312k

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I love your writing!! If you're still doing requests from that prompt list, maybe 200 for mando?

Okay, first of all, I’m so sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for FOREVER. But also, I had moved this over into my drafts before I somehow lost all my asks and I’m so glad this one was saved!!

Also if you’re not following @spookyold-saintjm PLEASE DO IT NOW AND READ THROUGH HER MASTERLIST AND SEND HER THE LOVEEEE. 🥰

“He loves you, you know? He’s just afraid of admitting it.”

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Cara stares uncomfortably between the couple before her as they argued back and forth. Err....they were still a couple, right?

“If you think you can stop me from going, Mando, you are absolutely out of your mind,” you seethed. You could see Din flinch when you refused to call him by name, knowing he takes it as a sign of agitation at him. But while you know he’s gotten used to you calling him by his real name, you still wanted to respect his privacy with Cara around. Either way, it worked to your favor.

“I’m out of my mind....I’m out of MY mind?!” He scoffs. You were going to be the death of him. “Infuriating woman,” he says under his breath. Unfortunately, you hear him.

“The child is sick. I need to into the city go get supplies for him.” You repeat for what feels like the hundredth time today, tears biting at the edges of your eyes. “And between the three of us, I don’t see a Mandalorian or ex-shock trooper getting in and out of there without causing a scene.”

“You do realize you forgot to mention the part where it’s a city filled with Imps?”

You don’t respond, but give him a look of defiance. Din quickly flexes and unflexes his fist in irritation, a tick that you’ve noticed in your time with him. If Din was completely honest with himself, your fiery spirit is one of the many things that attracts you to him. Your personality complements his in almost the opposite sense but it attracts him like a moth to a flame.

Irritated cries come from the cockpit and the Mandalorian sighs. “We’re not done here,” he says before stepping up on the ladder to check on the child.

“Well, that was explosive. You guys always that...passionate?” Cara says, quirking here eyebrows at you suggestively.

You let out a sound somewhere between and snort and a scoff. Cara puts her hands up in mock defense. “I’m just saying...I can only imagine what you guys are like in the bedroom...”

“CARA!” You exclaim as she breaks down in laughter. You can help but let a smile crack your features. “He’s been getting worse lately,” you trail off thinking about how Din’s demeanor has changed over the last few weeks. “His protectiveness, I mean.” You add hastily before Cara can twist your words as she has been known to do. You drop down into one of the seats at the small table dramatically and sigh, suddenly exhausted.

“Hey,” Cara says, sitting across from you. “You okay? You look kinda pale.”

You hesitate. You didn’t want to say anything until you had some sort of confirmation but Cara has always been a trusted friend. “I, uh...there’s another reason why I need to go into the city. Alone, preferably,” you drop your voice and shift your eyes to the ladder leading to the cockpit. “My cycle. It’s late.”

Cara’s eyes widen and she grabs your hand, giving it a squeeze. “You’re pregnant?” She whispers hastily.

“I can’t be entirely sure, but the evidence is damning,” you say, trying to keep your emotions in check.

“Well that explains the screaming match earlier.” You whimper and put your head to the table. Cara places a comforting hand on your head, stroking your hair in a way that reminds you of how your mother used to comfort you as a child. Your heart clenches when you realize you could be doing the same to your own child soon. “Shh,” she soothes. “I know the tin can is infuriating, but he loves you, you know? He’s just afraid of admitting it. He’s never going to let you go though, especially if he finds out what you’re hiding.”

“What is it you’re hiding?” Din asks in a clipped tone, descending the ladder. He sees Cara tending to you and immediately worries. “What’s wrong?”

You squeeze Cara’s hand in worry. She gives yours a light squeeze back, trying to reassure you. “Ahh, your girl here isn’t feeling so hot either. I think she might have caught what the kid has. And stubborn as she always is, she was trying to get out of here to try and keep us from catching it, too.” Din sits down on his haunches in front of you and notices your glassy eyes. You had been crying. He places a hand gently on your knee.

“Tin can, you stay here and take care of your family. I’ll make the run.” You and Din both snap your heads to Cara’s direction and her emphasis on the word family is not lost on you. “I’ll be quick,” she says as she stands and begins to cover her tattoos. “I’ll be discreet too, I promise.”

“You sure?” Din asks her as he stands as well.

“Yeah, I might need to borrow some stuff though.” She says as she quirks her head towards his weapons cases. He nods and walks over to get her what she needs, but not before he gives your shoulder a light squeeze, telling you he’s not too mad.

You both wait for Din to be out of earshot. “Cara, you didn’t need to do that,” you tell her but she just waves you off.

“Don’t worry about it. Gives me a chance to walk around, and gives you guys a chance to talk,” she says pointedly. “Besides, you better remember this when my little niece or nephew is born and in need a godmother.” You both laugh as you make your way over to Din.

Cara picks what she needs before you and Din see her off the Crest. “Shouldn’t be too long,” she says as she walks down the ramp. “I’ll be back before nightfall.”

“Thanks again, Cara,” Din calls after her. She salutes him in response. Din then looks down at you. “You okay?” He asks as he takes your hand, playing with your fingers.

You look back up at him and smile, realizing just how okay you are.

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Tradition {Mando x Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6250

Warnings: Breeding Kink, Vaginal Sex, Slight Pain Kink, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex

Comments: Din Djarin is summoned back to the newly relocated covert. The Armorer has a task for him. His guilt over the decimation of the covert has him agreeing before he knows exactly what is expected of him. And he wonders why he hasn’t seen a certain female Mandalorian that he had a thing for, since the events of Navarro. 

The covert’s numbers were fewer, and it was all his fault. The guilt ate at him. The pile of Beskar and Durasteel helmets looked up at him accusingly in that tunnel under Navarro. He saw them every time he closed his eyes.

Mando sighed and punched in the coordinates that had been sent to him via transmission. The Armorer had reached out and summoned him to the new covert.

Anxiety pooled in his stomach as they sped through hyperspace. The child was resting peacefully in his crib. He turned and looked at him. So much sacrifice for one little child. The remnants of the Empire had an interest in the strange 50 year old baby. And he was damned if he’d let them have him. Under Mandalorian tradition, the child was now his son.

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Frankie x Reader: Hunt, howl, and hatch. "All the doors are open 'cause thr air conditioner's busted."

SIgh. I love one (1) flannel boyfriend so much.

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You stared at the house, a low sigh escaping your lips as you realized that you were going to have to step out of the cool comfort of the car, where you had kept the air conditioner blasting since you’d gotten in. A heat wave was sweeping through the area; it was getting to the point where you could step out the front door and immediately be drenched in a layer of sweat. Curse summer, you thought to yourself, the worst season.

Your eyes narrowed when you looked closer and found that the front door was open, the screen door providing the only barrier. The windows all appeared to be thrown wide open as well. Groaning, you grabbed your keys and opened the door, ready to give Frankie the 3rd degree as to why he had everything open instead of closing off to keep the cool air trapped inside.

A few beads of sweat almost instantly dripped down your face and you hastily wiped as you trudged inside. Frankie’s truck was there, and you knew he was home before you today. You were looking forward to a cool reprieve, but you might have to stick to a cold shower.

“Frankie?” you called out as you stepped into the front door and shut it behind you. Something was immediately off when you realized that the low hum of the air conditioner wasn’t reaching your ears. Shit, “baby?”

A minuscule groan met your ears as you walked into the living room and found the french doors to the backyard open as well. But your husband was nowhere to be found. Walking over to shut the doors, a small yelp escaped your lips as you almost tripped and fell over a pair of long, tan legs. He sat up bolt right in a flash as he caught you and prevented what could have been a nasty fall, “honey, are you okay?”

“Holy shit, Francisco!” you plopped on your bottom with a small oof before taking him in. He was there in nothing but his boxers, a small sheen of sweat covering his whole body. Under any normal circumstances you would have definitely taken advantage of the situation, but right now you were simply not in the mood, “what the hell are you doing on the floor...in your boxers?”

“It’s hot,” he stated simply, “all the doors are open ‘cause the air conditioner’s broken. I’ve called every place in town but they’re all slammed right now. They can’t come until at least tomorrow.”

Your mouth dropped before you sighed heavily; you wanted to be annoyed or mad, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t Frankie’s, or anyone else’s fault....just extremely bad timing and inconvenient, “of all the times. But Frankie, mi amor, you’re supposed to keep everything closed up to keep the heat out, not let it in.”

“I was hoping there would be a breeze,” he gave you a sheepish grin as you reached over and ruffled his dark locks, “I can’t believe I didn’t remember that.”

“You’ve got a lot going on, baby,” you couldn’t but smile as he keened into your touch, “but sometimes I wonder if you possess any common sense.”

“Hey!” he pouted at you, those damn lips inviting as ever as you leaned over and gave him a small kiss. Instantly his frown turned into a smile, his dimples standing out brilliantly on his handsome face, “I guess I forgive you.”

“I’d offer more,” you winked at him, “but it’s too damn hot.”

“Take your clothes-”

“Francisco Morales,” your eyes widened as he pointed at himself, and you quickly realized what he meant, “oh.”

“It’s not much, but it helps a little bit,” he insisted as you nodded, reaching up and starting to pull of your top as he tried to not to appear too eager. A little smirk crossed his features when he realized you were wearing your black lace bra. He was a simple man, he appreciated some good looking lace, "maybe you should keep your clothes on. You're gonna make it too hot in here."

"Shut up, you big dork," you tossed your shirt to the side, giving him a playful nudge before starting to shimmy out of your jean shorts. He let out a small groan at the sight of the matching panties, "like what you see?"

"You're fucking killing me, honey," he groaned as he laid back down and let out a long breath, "looking like that. God, I love you so much."

"Or you're just horny," you laid down next to him, already feeling slightly better from the loss of your clothes. Frankie brought a hand to your face, gently running his fingers over your cheek. The mildest of breezes had finally arrived, and you let a small sound of content, "I love you so much, Frankie."

He leaned over to kiss you, gently nuzzling his nose against yours. The warmth of his body next to yours was almost too much, but you didn't mind, you loved being close to him.

"I have an idea," he said suddenly and you couldn't help but giggle. You dragged a finger along his nose, before stopping and giving it a kiss. You loved his nose, it might have come of your favorite things about him.

"What's your brilliant plan? Is it as good as opening all the windows and doors?"

"Hey!"

"Sorry, baby," his hands went to your hips as he pulled you closer, his touch magnetic on your warm skin, "what's your plan?"

"Cold shower," he said with excitement, and you broke into a fit of laughter. He hadn't realized just what he had said at first before it dawned on you.

"I told you that you were just horny," you teased as you sat up, quickly moving to straddle his waist as a wicked idea popped into your head. Frankie just groaned as his hands found purchase on your hips, "what's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing," he murmured before sitting up right, holding onto you and picking you up as he started to heading towards the bathroom, "it's time for a cold shower."

"It won't be cold for very long!"

"That's the plan, sweetheart," he almost growled in your ear, "that's the plan."

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Kingsman: The Golden Circle

*Smut or other mentions of sexy times

California - Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x OC (Sirah/Shirley Temple)

After five years, the haunting events of California come to Statesman HQ for librarian Shirley Temple.  Is the deep bond between Shirley and Jack enough to keep the killer from finishing the job he started?

[PART 1]  [PART 2]  [PART 3]  [PART 4]  [PART 5] [PART 6]  [PART 7]  [PART 8]  [PART 9]  [PART 10]  [PART 11]  [PART 12]  [PART 13]*  [PART 14]* [PART 15]

Lady of the Lake - Ginger Ale x Merlin 

Statesman tech specialist Ginger Ale and Kingsman agent Merlin’s love affair puts the old adage, “Love makes the heart grow fonder” to the test.  Will four thousand miles make or break them?

[PART 1]  [PART 2]  [PART 3]*  [PART 4]*  [PART 5]*  [PART 6]  [PART 7]*  [PART 8]

The Mandalorian

*Smut or other mentions of sexy times

Metal Lover - The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Reader [ONE SHOT]*

Beskar can be cold to the touch, but when the metal heats up, it can be the loveliest feeling.

A Work of Art - The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Reader [ONE SHOT]

Can a man who’s face is never seen be a work of art?  His bounty sure thinks so, as he’s about to discover.

Astronomy Lesson - The Mandalorian/ Din Djarin x Reader [ONE SHOT]

As she teaches the child the story of the stars, he wonders, is she really telling the story of them?

WW1984 (Wonder Woman 1984)

*Smut or other mentions of sexy times

Sunshine - Maxwell Lord x OC (Evelyn “Evie” Blaker) 

Evie Blaker shines like the sun for Maxwell Lord and he wants to revel in her warmth.  Can he capture her or will his greediness get him burned?

[PART 1]  [PART 2] [PART 3]*  [PART 4]*  [PART 5]  [PART 6]*  [PART 7]  [PART 8]  [PART 9]  [PART 10]

The Equalizer 2

*Smut or other mentions of sexy times

Dream - Dave York x Reader [ONE SHOT]

Our dreams tells us what we need to know, even if we don’t want to know them.  Can you handle what your dream is telling you?

Doubts - Dave York x Reader [ONE SHOT]*

You dream of a big home fill with love and laughter, but does the love of your life want that too?

Triple Frontier

*Smut or other mentions of sexy times

Helping Hand - Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader [ONE SHOT]*

Baking Sunday is Frankie’s favorite day of the week.  He loves the taste of your desserts.  All of them.

Morning Routine - Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Baby Daughter [ONE SHOT]

Frankie is an early riser and so is his daughter.  Together, they settle into their morning routine.

Twinkle Toes - Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Toddler Daughter [ONE SHOT]

It started with early morning routines and now has grown into a passion as Frankie and his daughter learn new steps like regular twinkle toes.

The Mentalist

*Smut or other mentions of sexy times

Monument Woman - Agent Marcus Pike x OC (Rosemary Carter) {WIP, Coming Soon}

A valuable item was donated to her museum before it was stolen.  With Agent Pike at her side, she’ll get it back.

[PART 1]  [PART 2]  [PART 3]

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Cara walking into your and Din’s room: hey mando where’s the bullets for...

Din shirtless on the bed while you’re trying to get out of your pants*

Din: this isn’t what it looks like

You standing half naked now, ready to jump Din’s bones: this is exactly what it looks like, could you turn the light off on your way out

Isthereanypossibilityofdoingaslightspankingficforoneofpedroscharactersplease?

***Sooooooo this turned into something waaaaaayyyy different than I had originally planned. I literally thought of this in my sleep last night.

Punishment

The rumors that The Red Viper had taken a wife had swirled around King’s Landing, disbelief being met with every retelling. The man was known as free love advocate. Traveled with his paramour and openly acknowledged the eight bastard daughters birthed to him with no recourse from his family. King Baratheon and his wife Cersei, dismissed the rumors as idle gossip.

Until that day when the ship that bore the glad of a red sun pierced by a golden spear docked, and Prince Oberyn lead his lady wife, Y/N Mormont, down the gangway of the ship.

“By the Gods, he did marry.” Robert Baratheon gawked as the Dornishman tucked her arm into the crook of his elbow and sauntered over to the greeting party.

The golden haired queen seethed at the beauty as they drew closer. “Probably just another one of his whores. Trying to gain favor with Dorne of all places.” She spat.

“Woman, you will hold that cursed tongue of yours.” Robert growled as he stepped forward, the thunderous look on his face fading away as he greeted the second son of House Martell with enthusiasm.

“Oberyn! I see the news of your marriage has not been mistaken. And to such a pretty lass.” He boomed, his hulking frame shaking as he came forward to embrace the Prince, clapping him on the back.

Turning to Y/N the King’s eyes flittered over her with hunger. “At one time, her father wanted me to marry her you know?” He held her hand while she curtsied and brought it to his hips for a kiss. “But Tywin convinced me that Cersei was to be the next Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Had the resources for the burgeoning army I led.”

Y/N Mormont was breathtakingly beautiful. Rich black hair tumbled down her back in loose curls. The emerald green eyes a shocking contrast. While on Bear Island, she had skin the color of fresh milk, pale and white. The sun and sand of Dorne had been good to her, making her skin honeyed and giving her a more exotic look that made the display of skin from her light dress even more tantalizing.

Cersei flushed as she gritted her teeth in anger. The insults her husband doled out just adding to the mocking smile the Prince shot her.

“Yes, well the Lannister’s always believe their golden lions made them better than everyone else.” The smooth accented voice was deadly like the spear he wielded in battle. “But gold is a cold and ridged spouse.”

Y/N’s eyes flashed in amusement as the King laughed at the veiled insult. The red mottled face of the Queen let her know that the devious woman would be seeking some sort of punishment for her perceived embarrassment.

****

Dinner was an affair that was quickly spiraling out of control. The King and Queen were very generous in the numerous cups of wine they imbibed. The sharp tongue of the woman growing more bold with every cup poured.

Y/N watched as she leaned back in her chair, newest drink her her hand as the barbs rolled off her tongue.

“Is House Mormont so destitute that you needed to trade yourself to Dorne?” She slurred slightly, her eyes narrowed in wicked glee.

Oberyn’s hand was on her knee, gently stroking the inside with his thumb. While they had retired to their rooms to freshen up, they had both agreed that Cersei would try to ignite their anger. But she didn’t understand, could never understand the bond that had formed between the pair.

“My family house is in good hands with Lady Lyanna leading it. I felt after the betrayal of my brother, my cousin would be better trusted by the throne. So it left me free to pursue other interests.” Y/N said as she picked out a plump grape from the bowl on the table before them and turned to slip it between her husband’s lips.

Cersei sneered, her lip curling viciously as she spat. “Orgies?”

Emerald green eyes snapped over to the blonde. Fire flashed in her eyes as she ignored the silent warning Oberyn gave her. Y/N was less skilled in veiling her insults, more blunt than a princess should be.

“Love. Something you would know little of. Perhaps if you did, your bed wouldn’t be cold.” Y/N shot back, aiming directly for the chink in the Queen’s armor. Everyone knew of the hushed rumors. The King having spent far more time with tavern wenches and whores than in Cersei’s bed.

Silence fell over the room as Y/N cursed herself inside. As much as she knew that Oberyn has enjoyed her barb, she had overstepped. Publicly insulting the Queen in such as brash manner had been reckless. People had lost their heads for less.

Blazing eyes turned towards the King, who sat with his mouth slightly open in surprise. “You will allow your wife, your Queen, to be treated so?” She ground out scathingly. “How far we have fallen. Soon enough there will be insults by every subject in the kingdom.”

Oberyn tensed next to Y/N. He knew what game she was playing. Even if they had not love for one another, Cersei could manipulate the vanity of the king exceedingly well. His reputation for being a leader was now being calling into question by a returned volley on an insult that had first been lobbed at his wife.

“Robert, if I may?” He interjected with an idle wave of his hand, trying to signify the menial impact of the situation. “In Dorne, we have very effective methods for dealing with a, shall we say, bratty wife.”

Dark eyes raked over her, Y/N lowering her head to stare at the hands folded in her lap. Looking for all appearances, a meek and submissive wife. Even as she chewed the inside of her lip to keep from smirking as Oberyn’s deft fingers inched higher under her dress.

A raucous laugh rang through the dining hall. “By the Gods, that’s what they are, aren’t they? Bratty wives. If they were our soldiers, we could just beat the hell out of them.” Robert thumped his hand down on the table with a loud belch. “But the Maesters say that it’s a bad example to set for the Kingdom, even if it would provide some peace from the harping.”

The dark haired prince joined in his laughter, his fingers rubbing circles on the inside of his wife’s thigh. A comfort and a message that he was playing his part. He despised everything about the ways of the North, from the way they treated people under their protection to the prudish ways they felt about love.

“What is this method you use?” Robert asked, reaching for his cup again.

He leaned back and pierced the King with a mild look. “If they wish to act like children, then our wives are treated as such. A spanking to remind them of their place in the world.” He casually threw out.

Only Y/N knew of the rigidity of his fingers, digging into the soft flesh of her skin. They were there to ease the tensions between Sunspear and King’s Landing. Robert’s reaction to Oberyn’s veiled suggestion would be the deciding factor on if those tensions increased. For she knew that The Red Viper would let no man touch what he considered his. And Y/N was most certainly his most prized possession in that regard.

The king sputtered for a moment before braying loudly. “PERFECT!” He shouted. “It’s settled. Y/N will receive her punishment and we will forget this ever-“

“Publicly.” Cersei called out, malicious glint in her eyes.

“Woman” Robert growled lowly, a warning.

Oberyn held up a hand. “But of course. After all, public humiliation requires a public punishment.”

He looked to the king, who rocked his jaw for a moment before nodding, signaling he agreed. It would shut the harpy up, and he could keep the thin shreds of his temper in check.

Y/N made a show of blushing as he pushed back his chair. The normal severe countenance of his face made the Queen believe that he was furious with his wife, but Y/N could see the humor dancing in his dark orbs. This wasn’t something that was unfamiliar to them. She acted reluctant as she dropped herself over the expanse of his thighs, feeling his arm brace across her back for stability.

The thin material of her gauzy dress slid up the back of her thighs, uncovering the swell of her rounded cheeks. Cersei scoffed at the fact that Lady Martell was bare under her dress, while her husband grunted in a reluctant amusement.

Rough hands, so familiar on her skin caressed the rounded flesh. She felt the quick squeeze, the playful grope before his stern voice rang out. “Count them out.”

A sharp crack was heard throughout the room as his palm came down against her ass.

“One!” Her surprised cry was loud.

The second blow was delivered to the opposite cheek, just as much force as the first strike. Y/N jolted on her husband’s lap.

“Two!” She sounded breathless, pained.

Strike after strike was reigned down on her sensitive skin. Her ass cheeks growing rosey and imprinted with the fingermarks of Oberyn’s large hands. Her cries made them think that she was enduring a horrible punishment, bit out with groans.

“Ten!” She whimpered.

Oberyn’s hand rested on the warm skin, while he looked to the king. Cersei was wide eyed as she saw Robert nodding in approval, a dark scowl crossing her face before she hid it behind her wine goblet.

Y/N squirmed a bit on his lap, looking uncomfortable but seeking the single finger that had slithered between her thighs to test the slickness that had grown there. She could feel his cock pulse against her stomach as the finger curled into the warmth.

Robert braced his hands on the table. “She will think twice before insulting her betters again.” He commented.

Y/N’s jaw clenched but she didn’t look up.

Her husband drew the layers of her skirts back over her ass before answering. “You are well aware of how fair ladies can be. I regret to say that we should retire so that Y/N can recover.” The lie rolled smoothly off his tongue.

Waving his hand, the King dismissed them. “Yes, I’m sure she would have trouble sitting that red little ass on the most comfortable of cushions right now.”

They stood swiftly and exited the hall. Y/N bolting for the hallway that lead to their chambers. Oberyn caught her hand to drag her back to him, pushing her up against the pillar, his mouth raking over hers lustfully.

“When we get back to our chamber, I’m going to fuck that wet cunt until Robert believes that spanking made you walk with a limp tomorrow.” He growled, biting at her lower lips harshly.

Y/N groaned as she reached between them to cup her husband’s cock. “Then hurry up so you can really punish me.”

“More like reward you for so wickedly insulting that bitch.”

She giggled as the Prince of Dorne grabbed her hand and sprinted down the hallway of the castle, bound for their chambers and a lustful night. She was already dripping wet from his spanking and now craved his cock.

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author’s note: yaaaay i have finally written for whiskey. hope y’all enjoy

word count: 1,080

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Loving Din - Din Djarin x Reader

What happens when a feared bounty hunter, adjusting to life beyond the mask, and an artist fall in love. Life is a dream, until everything changes.

Part I Part II Part III* Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX* Part X Part XI Part XII*

Whiskey & Gin - Agent Whiskey x Reader

New York in the 1970s is on fire and you are right in the middle of it, and as the newly (and reluctantly) appointed partner of Agent Whiskey, you find out it just keeps getting better.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4* Part 5* Part 6* Part 6.5*

Warm Like Whiskey: A Whiskey & Gin Story*

Spanking Oneshot*

Maxwell Lord

You’re The Devil, But So Am I*

I Will Break You*

Futile Devices - A Javier Peña/Call Me By Your Name AU

After completing your first year at The Juilliard School, you expect to spend the summer how you have your whole life - at your parent’s sprawling estate in Northern Italy. Raised by married and acclaimed novelists Christian & Daisy Slattery, this year Christian has invited his old college friend and fellow writer Javier Peña to stay with his family and collaborate on a new novel.

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Endless Summer - Oberyn Martell x Reader

After taking you father’s place at the Martell’s infamous Summer Solstice feast, you catch the eye of both the Red Viper and his paramour.

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Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: smutty goodness my friends, use of spit as lube (is that a warning idk), unprotected sex (as I always say wrap it before you tap it), fluff at the end

Word Count: 1,844

Author’s Notes: this was a request from @sabinemorans​ that was meant to be fluffy and cute and oops my fingers slipped and I made it smutty. I also left a cliffhanger cause there could possibly be (not making any promises) a part 2. I have an extreme weakness for the cuteness that comes with Din exposing his real name to reader but I made it smutty this time (once again oops). I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as the last. I enjoy very much writing for our wonderful Mandalorian. 

  The market was not very busy thankfully. It was nice for a change to not feel like you had to look over your shoulder every few seconds. Mando had seemed extra relaxed on this planet and you could see why. It was beautiful yet simple and there was not very many creatures roaming it and the market was incredible. You were almost overwhelmed when you stepped within the different vendors, none of them as pushy as they were in other places. Mando had not went far but he did need to gather supplies and the fact that he felt okay enough to leave you alone made you relax for once.

  Your fingers seemed to wonder to the clothes that settled on a table and you wanted so badly to purchase something a little more feminine to wear but you were not sure what Mando would allow credits to be spent on so easily. You glanced up at the next booth and your mouth pulled into a smile when you saw the stacks and stacks of books. They were such a rare find and you always had to sniff through them to find languages you could read but you were so excited to finally be somewhere they were even sold. You hurried your way over and began to scan the spines slowly. Mando entered in the corner of your eye and you looked up smiling like a complete idiot.

  “They have actual books,” you said almost a bit too excited and you immediately toned yourself back.

  Mando was a lot looser around you than he was with most people. You had forced him to become this way with you due to your over friendly manners but once he relaxed his shoulders and you started to hear more of his voice you were pleased with yourself. It helped that the two of you had been traveling together for almost a year and a half. You had once upon a time been a bounty until Mando found out who he was capturing you for and how incredibly terrible they were to you and instead took you in to protect you. You had grown fond of him quicker than you cared to admit and the two of you seemed to fall into a bit of a romantic relationship recently. Shared kisses in the darkness of the Razor Crest and sleeping in the same cot was the extent of it but silently you knew that Mando’s feelings were slowly starting to match yours.

  “Get you a few,” Mando’s voice pulled you back to reality as it spoke through his modulator.

  “Wait are you sure we can afford it?” You turned to look at him imagining his eyes hidden away behind the visor.

  “I have a few credits put back. We will be fine.”

  You could have squealed with excitement but you kept it to yourself, your smile only spreading wider and you let your face do your talking for you. You turned back to the books scanning again over the spins. You picked several up in familiar languages scanning the backs of them before picking out three that sounded good. Mando paid the vendor and you tugged them in your bag before the two of you started walking to check the rest of the vendors out. Your hand swung next to you side and finally you braved yourself and let your fingers lace in between the gloved ones of The Mandalorian. Mando tensed and you gulped thinking you had made a mistake but then he squeezed your hand back and you couldn’t help but look at him with a smile. 

  He never once let go of your hand the rest of the time you wondered through the market or even on your walk back to the ship. A comfortable silence had settled its way between the two of you until you were back in the ship. The suns had already set and darkness swirled all around you. Mando pulled you into the ship, closed the hatch, and had ever light off before you could even think twice. You almost asked him what he was doing, your heart rate picking up in worry until you heard his helmet being removed and then his lips crashed against yours. He backed you up against the nearest wall his still gloved hand coming up and cupping your cheek the other one snaking around you to pull you closer. You relaxed against him kissing him back deeply. You never thought either of you would ever come up for air put his lips finally pulled away from yours and making their way across your jaw and down your neck. Your head settled on the wall behind you and you panted finding his hair and lacing your fingers in the locks and letting out the smallest of whimpers.

  “Mando please,” it was a desperate whine of wonder what was actually happening here.

  “Din,” the word was mumbled against your neck and your overly heightened state could be playing tricks on you but did he just tell you his real name?

  “Wait hold on what?” You pulled at his hair to regrettable pull him away from you.

  “Din. It’s my real name. I need to hear your scream it when I fuck you,” he growled and then he was on you again.

  You didn’t have time to process the moment, the excitement nothing before his hands were everywhere removing your clothes and his armor. His lips and teeth marked every spot of skin they could possibly find and you were a moaning, whimpering, panting mess completely at your bounty hunters mercy. 

  “Din please,” you whined again desperate for him to touch you where you needed him most.

  “What do you want cyar’ika?” He growled in your ear.

  “You, your fingers, anything please Din.”

  His fingers found your clit and began to rub quick, small circles on it causing your knees to give out and you to once again let your head fall back. Din held you up with his body so close you could feel his hard cock against your upper leg. He let his fingers dip in your entrance and gave you several pumps causing your moan to grow louder.

  “So tight and already so wet. I can’t wait to feel you around me cyar’ika. Been waiting for this for a long time,” his voice was sending chills down your spin.

  “So ready for you, been waiting for forever too,” you let out a chuckle your words coming out barley a whisper the pleasure over taking you.

  His fingers were suddenly gone and you let out a whine in his direction at the sudden lose of him. He picked you up and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist and he skillfully moved around the ship until he came upon some kind of container that he sat you up on letting you hang off the edge slightly.

  “You ready for me cyar’ika?”

  “Yes please.”

   You were incredibly unsure if you were actually ready. You knew nothing of what he looked like under that armor including just how big he was. It had been a very long time since you had been with a man and you gulped as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to him. His hand came down on your pussy suddenly and you felt liquid being spread across it, saliva the only lube that was to offer at the moment and you didn’t mind it only pulled another desperate moan from you. He lined himself up and started to push into you. He was big and he began to stretch you almost painfully causing you to pull in air through your nose.

  “Breathe and relax. If it’s too much we will stop,” his voice spoke softly in your ear before he connected his forehead with yours.

  “No keep going…just be slow,” you panted out.

  He moved inch by inch until he was bottomed out inside you, his body fully connected with your and you took a few moments to adjust. 

  “Din move please.”

  He pulled out and snapped his hips forward going fully back inside you. He picked up to a very fast past until the pain subsided and your moans were begging him for me. He had you slightly picked up off the container under you and you had laid back. He started harder and faster fucking you so much that the thing under you was moving. You let out moans mixed with curses grabbing at the edge and white knuckling it. You had never in your life left this amount of pleasure and you never wanted to know anything else ever again.

  “I’m…so…close,” you panted tears of pure pleasure gathering in your eyes.

  “Cum for me cyar’ika. Scream my name,” Din growled bringing you up closer to him by the back of your neck.

  His pace seemed quicken even more and you hit your high with so much intensity you were not entirely sure what slipped past your lips or what your body was fully doing. All you knew was Din and your high the whole universe could have exploded in that moment and you would never have noticed. Din followed you with groans and your name slipping past his lips. He slowed his thrust to get you both through the high before he stopped and you both just held each other letting you both get your breathing and heart rate back in order. He pulled out of you and you couldn’t help the whine that followed. You would never be the same again and you hoped and prayed to the gods that he would be the last man you would ever know. He moved to pick you up bridal style and skillfully again moved around the ship until he was lying you gently on the cot. 

  “Stay right here but don’t look toward the fresher,” he kissed your temple and you nodded closing your eyes.

  It was hard at times not to look but you respected him and his Creed too much to break the biggest vow they had. He shortly returned back in darkness wiping a warm towel in between your legs causing you to jump slightly.

  “Did I hurt you?” His voice as full of worry as he threw the towel away and pulled you to him chest to chest.

  “No not at all. It was amazing,” you smiled and reached up finding his lips with your own before giving them a quick peak.

  You both settled in silence for a few moments. His fingers traced patterns on your back and up your neck causing you to drift off until your memory struck you.

  “So Din huh? What about the Creed?”

  “I hope some other things within the Creed will be followed soon.”

  “What does that mean?” Your brows pulled together in confusion of his words.

  “It means that I want no one else in this universe but you and I hope to make that a permanent thing soon.”

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Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline

I figured it might be helpful for not only myself, but also for my readers if I created this handy little timeline for the series! 

1987

March 1987 - Day One

1988

July 1988 - Take a Hike

1989

Summery 1989 - Old Parr

1992

August 1992 - Promises August 1992 - Josie is conceived October 1992 -  Maybe November 1992 - Missing Out November 1992 - Used to Be Lonely December 1992 -  Merry Christmas, Baby

1993 

April 1993 - All Ours May 1st 1993 - His Family September 1993 - Today September 1993 - Moving In September 1993 - Maybe Forever October 1993 - Stress Relief December 1993 - A Dance Owed

1994

January 1994 - They officially move to Miami  January 1994 - Partners January 1994 - Nightmare June 1994 - A Night Out  July 1994 - Eyes for You November 1994 - The Picnic November 1994 - First Date

1995

January 1995 - Trust Summer 1995 - Summer Days  Late 1995 - Let it Out

1996 

May 1996 - Ballet Practice  August 1996 - The Three of Us October 1996 - Vacation  November 1996 - Positive  December 1996 - Secret Keeper December 1996 - Christmas in Laredo

1997 

January 1997 - First Time January 1997 - Professor 

From Marriage To Love

Chapter 1: Lion Slap

Chapter 2: Viper Venom

Chapter 3: Cuts and Wounds

Chapter 4: Game of Hearts

Chapter 5: Wise Choice of Weapons

Chapter 6: Puppet Masters

Pairing: Reader x Oberyn Martell

Warnings: none

Words: 1479

Request: Anonymous Can you write a story where reader is the youngest sister of Cersei. Tywin decides to marry her to Oberyn to have an alliance. Cersei is very protective and stays close to her sister all the time.Oberyn and reader meet each other at the gardens and instantly fall in love with one another. They get married a few weeks after and Oberyn claims reader as his own(SMUT) and few months later they start a family. Oberyn always flirts with reader even in front of the children (FLUFF) and they live happily.

You wished you could sink them with your gaze as you watched the Dornish ships slowly sliding into the bay. 

You were Tywin Lannister’s daughter and even though you’ve been born from his second marriage he loved you just as much as he loved all of his children. Well, except one of course. But with this, with this decision, he ruined your life for good. The Martells have their reasons for their hatred towards your house yet, your father was ready to throw you into the snakepit.

“It’s gonna be ok, sweetheart.” Cersei consolated you as she stepped behind you at the window, sipping her wine and throwing a scornful glance to the bay before lingering her softest one upon your face.

“It’s not as bad as you think.” She cooed, racking a gentle finger throw your hair. Albeit you were all different, she was your best friend, your sister. She was the single most caring person in your life.

“Myrcella loves being there.”

“I should run away. Left King’s Landing and hide somewhere. You could help me, Cersei. Would you?”

“Don’t be silly.” She said putting down her goblet and frame your wet cheeks with her hands. She was always so confident, unlike you. 

“I’ll make sure you’ll be in good hands, I promise.” Her steady voice stilled your heart and provoked a little smile onto your lips. Because when Cersei promised something she would make it come true.

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In Name Only - Part 1

A/N: Ughhh, hi! I’m a whore for Oberyn Martell and cannot be stopped. This is gonna be a little series, only a few parts (at least for now), and I hope you enjoy. This was one of my many shower ideas that I couldn’t let go!  As always, feedback and comments are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged, let me know! xx

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: slight langauge

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“I will not marry a man that does not love me,” you cursed the gods for making you a woman. You cursed your mother for being the way she was though it was not her fault that you were her only daughter among six sons. You cursed the laws of men that determined your position in life, “I will not be tied down to man who does not care about me, to a castle that will never be a home, and bear children I do not want.”

“You are an insolent, silly girl,” she hissed at you, and for a moment you feared that she might reached and strike you across the face. She had been prone to doing so when you were younger, but in her older years she had calmed down, softening with the birth of each child after you, each son, each brother you loathed for how easy their lives were, “you should have been married many moons ago.”

“I will not marry a man almost twice my age that openly keeps a lover and already has plenty of children,” a fiery rage set through your bones, one that would probably be perfectly suited in the warm, desert homeland of the husband she insisted you take. In the Reach, your attitude was abhorred, and you were considered the lone deviant of your family, “I will not give up my freedoms because you deem it fit for me to do so.”

“You will marry him and bear him an heir,” she grabbed your hair and roughly yanked it and leaned in so only you could hear, “you are lucky any man will have you. You’re much too old to be unwed and your demeanor makes you almost unbearable.”

“I will not do it,” you gritted your teeth and tried to pull out of grasp, “I will not subject myself to a life of servitude-”

“When I was your age I’d already been long married to your father and had you and two of your brothers,” she reminded, pushing you away with a heavy sigh, “do you think I wanted to get married? I was no more than a child, and you at least are a woman grown. I could have married you off years ago, as I should have. You would have been out of my sight and perhaps tamed.”

“I refuse. I will not bend and break to your whim,” turning away you started to storm off, hoping that some fresh air would calm you down. Perhaps you could ride your horse through the open pastures and fields surrounding the castle.

“And just what do you plan on doing then? Will you wander through the kingdoms on your own, travelling without anything or anyone like a heathen?”

“Perhaps I will,” you shrugged, “it would be better than doing what you ask of me. If you loved me-”

“If you do not marry him, you will be cut off from this family,” her words were enough to cause you turn around and listen to her, “you will lose your name, your worldly possessions, and you will be penniless. Is that really what you desire?”

“All of this because I do not want to take a husband?”

“It is your duty. As it has been the duty of every woman before you.”

“Fuck duty!” your voiced reverberated around the castle’s stone walls as she stared you down, “I will not marry someone I do not love. Father would never make me do so.”

“And your father is dead,” she reminded you with venom lacing her tone, “and what do you even know about love? It is a fiction created to keep little girls happy.”

“I loved him,” your heart felt like it was being ripped out of your chest as you thought of him. Your mother scoffed and dramatically rolled her eyes at you, “I loved him and you sent him away to certain death because you are a monster.”

“That horrid boy? He was a bastard,” she reminded you of the cruel little thing that kept you apart. How you rued the term of bastard; it did not mean anything, it did not determine a person’s character or heart, “he was never good enough for you. And you defiled yourself for him.”

“Because I loved him!” you insisted, “and he loved me! We would have been happy together, we could have built a life together…”

“He was a peasant, he tended stables-”

“That does not matter to me,” you reminded her, “he was kind and gentle and warm. I would have loved to have a life of tending stables if meant I was with him. Because I loved him!”

“You were lost in your girlhood fantasies of what you think love is,” she was cruel, each of her words twisting like a knife in your gut, “he was the first boy to show you attention and you fell for his little trap, and it has left you ruined for other men. You are lucky that Oberyn Martell does not know and he will not care, the one benefit of having a Dornish heathen for a husband.”

“I did love him, mother,” you tried hard to fight off the flood of tears that were pricked the back of your eyes, “and just because you can’t handle that you sent him to the Wall where he will live out his days and die. I never even got to say goodbye.”

“He was a bastard, it did not matter.”

“He was a good man,” your voice broke slightly as you tried to square your shoulders and stare her down, “his only fault in life was loving me. It’s gotten him the most cruel of fates.”

“I have had enough of you,” she steeled herself and strode past you, regal and noble in appearance as ever, “in two weeks time you will travel to Dorne and you will marry Oberyn Martell. You will either oblige and do it, as is your duty or you be expelled from this castle and can live out your days among the bastards that you love so much. It is your choice, whether you bring shame to this family or you disappear into the background as a woman should and become a dutiful wife.”

“Those are both horrible, vile options.”

“That is duty of being born a woman.”

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sunkissed ❁ ben solo

(gif is not mine, credit to the owner) warnings / language word count / 3k

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A THROATY GRUNT LEFT Ben Solo’s lips as Y/N crashed her lightsaber into his own, eliciting a shower of blue and green sparks as she did. He stumbled back at the force of her blow but he was quick to steady himself, digging his heels into the damp soil of the field that they were in. Y/N shoved her arms forward, pushing both of the sabers closer to his face, and he slid back slightly in the dirt. She smirked and opened her mouth, ready to spout off some snarky comment but before she could, he pushed back.

Ben had always been stronger than her in the physical nature, so it didn’t take much for the sabers to move back towards her. “Didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?” He asked teasingly, seeing the effort in her scrunched up face as she fought against his strength. He grinned at her on the other side of their weapons, each of their faces lit up by the glow of the beams, and she huffed.

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Hi gorgeous! I was wondering if I could request a prompt Ben Solo x Reader. I devoured your series cause it was incredible and My heart is aching for some more Ben Solo content. The prompts numbers I loved were 5, 101, and 118. Thank you love and I hope your holidays were incredible.

A Mediocre Proposal (Ben Solo x Reader)

A/N: Writing this cleared my skin and cured my depression. Thank you for sending this prompt in because I love the end result. I hope your holidays were great as well and please enjoy Resistance hero Ben Solo. 

Summary: Ben Solo, Commander in the Resistance, has an important question to ask the reader. 

Prompt(s): “You’re cute when you’re angry.” + “Don’t get too cocky.” + “I got you a present!” “I’m not sure I want it?”

Warning(s): Language, mention of injury, a whole lot of fluff

Word Count: 2687

Ben Solo. The name itself was notorious, continuously uttered around the grounds of the base. And the man the name belonged to was just as unforgettable. The son of a princess and a scoundrel, two well known Rebellion heroes. His uncle Luke Skywalker, was the legendary Jedi Master. His blood was utterly rich. He was a prince, trained in the ways of the Force, and the best pilot the Resistance had. It was no surprise he was so highly recognized amongst the other members, especially amongst women. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with that undeniable Solo charm. But Ben paid them no mind, no his heart had already been taken, held against his will if anyone ever asked, by (Y/N).

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