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Prompt: joy Pairing: frankie x reader (maverick) Word Count: 706 Warnings: mentions of the seventh circle of hell that is corporate year-end events Summary: the year-end Christmas party would be a whole lot more enjoyable with company. Frankie has been deployed, meaning your plans for the night have had to change. AO3: Linked
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Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader “cariño” Word count-3.1k Dialogue prompt- “ you need to get out of here! go! i’ll buy you some more time!“ Action prompt- [ REUNION ]: after spending a considerable length of time apart, the sender reunites with the receiver after saving their life from an immediate and potentially lethal threat. Warnings-s.mut (18+ ONLY!), rough s.e.x, protective!Veracruz, implied violence/minor character death, feelings, no use of y/n Notes- Of course I had to do a V fic for my Year of Protectiveness! @yearofcreation2023 I’ve missed writing for my husband so much I can’t believe it’s been almost 6 months since my last V fic! But, I hope y'all enjoy the ongoing chronicles of V and cariño! @flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up of date on when I post!
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You knew what you were getting into when you chose to be Comandante Veracruz’s girl. You knew you were safe with him, that he would protect you always. But, you also were aware of the dangers that came with being so close to a man like him. You knew that the traditional marriage, family, white picket fence life was not in the cards for you. And you were ok with that. Much like how you drew him in, there was something about Veracruz that you just couldn’t turn away from.
And that only made days like today all the more special to you.
15 + Javi G or 16 + Din, whichever interests you more?? 👀
Hi, lovely!! I am going to go with Javi G for this one. This got away from me. I'm in a sappy mood, I don't know what to tell ya. Thank you for sending in this prompt for day 3 of 14 of my drabble marathon <3
Prompt: 15. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Javi G x f!reader
Cuteness overload, Javi being a tiny bit needy. Body issues mentioned for both parties, but Javi needs some reassurance here. He's given you plenty. He's also a little bratty and just wants to go swimming with you. Fidgety boy. ~900 words. No editing, sorry. It's late.
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The sun blazes overhead, so bright that not even your eyelids can block out the blinding light. You’re content to bake in the heat, relishing in the low humidity that is so rare in summer afternoons. A stray breeze dances across your skin every so often, but for the most part, the air around you is silent. Still. Calm.
The man beside you is none of those things.
Hey! If requests are closed, than please ignore this! If they're open though, I'd love your take on this if you're open to it - Benny is staying at Frankie and Reader's house for whatever reason and accidentally walks in on Reader naked or changing and sees some things. Later on, Benny makes an innocent comment to Frankie about how good Reader's body is. The rest is up to you how it goes!
AN | Not me looking at this and immediately going “and they were roommates.” But that’s what happened! [ps - I would do anything for you] 🥰
Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader
Warnings | Language, yearning/pining, lots of lusty thoughts, some spice, sinful use of sunscreen
Word Count | 3.1k
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You had been cold all day, finding it almost impossible to get warm and finally settling on taking a long, hot shower. The idea that you might have used up all the hot water didn’t bother you; that was a Frankie problem he could deal with later if he had to. Once you finally felt warm enough, your skin screaming for lotion as soon as you toweled yourself off with a big, fluffy towel, you padded back to your room.
The house was quiet for what seemed like the first in forever; you loved Frankie and Benny but the two of them together was a lot. Benny was staying at the house you shared with Frankie for a few days while he had a contractor doing some work at his own place. While good hearted and nothing but kind, Benny was the definition of a chaotic mess. Somehow you managed to convince the boys to go out to the bar for a few drinks along with Santi and Will so you could have an evening to yourself.
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Warnings: Brief ass slapping, discussion of a ruined car by a jealous lover and I think that’s it.
Pairing: Frankie Morales x OFC
A/N: Quick update, still figuring out the new work schedule but hopefully next week we will return to posting full chapters and there’s a SURPRISE at the end.
Word count: 1.2k
The month passed at a decent pace, before they knew it the deadline for out-processing all the team and whether Jayme would stay or go came. While Pope, Ironhead, and Catfish (and of course Redfly), all had close to seventeen years in Jayme only had ten.
After many a discussion with Frankie about possibilities, where they would move to what, what they would possibly do they decided that Jayme would discharge and go with Frankie. Having more discussions with Molly, Redfly, and their family it was decided they would all head together. Starting life over in a new area and new scenery but still as a team.
This story is for a prompt from the sweet @bishtrouille who is a delightful and patient person. They wanted something very soft, where reader had a terrible day and a Pedro boy of my choosing dances with her in the kitchen. Thank you to @tuskens-mando for talking some of this through with me.
WC: 1.6k (no beta)
Pairing: Jack Daniels x f!reader
Warnings: VERY fluffy. Talk about food. Reader had a bad day and cries. Jack is so domestic and sweet. A couple of curse words.
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You slam your laptop closed and push it back from you, cursing the day you’d just had. Nothing had gone right, every meeting had been riddled with annoyances, and to top it all off you had made a really stupid mistake that had been called out in front of the whole team.
Not a good day. Not a good day at all.
Pairing: Marcus Pike x gn!Reader Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: some anxiety and self derogatory thoughts Notes: This was the fic from this ask, that I had completely forgotten existed. I started it back in April of last year, and the last time I worked on it was July. I wrote those three sentences, decided I wanted to work on it some more, and…finished fic 😅
Working late nights with Marcus was like your own personal hell.
Not for anything he was doing on purpose, that is, Marcus was likely the sweetest man you’d ever met. If he’d known how the nights alone with him in his office upset you, he would have found a way to make it better.
But you were doing your absolute best to keep him from knowing that. Knowing you were uncomfortable would come with the inevitable question of why you were uncomfortable, and you weren’t ready to tell him that yet.
Requested by @nolanell
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Frankie Moralse x GN!Reader
Wordcount: 1k
Tags: Pure self indulgent fluff, friends to lovers vibes, allusions to alcohol consumption
You always forget how quickly the temperature plummets in October. One moment you’re sweltering in long sleeves, the next you’re shrinking into yourself in a vain quest for warmth, chilled by the rapidly setting sun and the wind howling through skeletal tree branches. There’s only a thin streak of blazing orange sunlight left, struggling to hold the line between the horizon and a spreading twilight sky. A few stars sparkle against the blue-black night, and a crescent moon hangs low and sharp near the treeline.
Shifting closer to the bonfire helps a bit. You try to ignore the chill, to dive back into the flow of conversation. Santi’d invited you, technically, but it had been on the group thread with him, the Millers, and Frankie, all of whom had chimed in with encouragement or invitations of their own.
They’re heading out in the morning for some job or another, going uncharacteristically silent when you ask for any details. The most you’ve gotten out of them is a vague “out of the country,” and you’ve given up trying to dig further. You try to remind yourself that it’s none of your business, not really, but it stings a bit, being left out in the cold like that, and you can’t help but wonder if the five of you are as close as you used to think.
“Hey, you ok?”
I’m having a weird sort of baby fever where it’s not so much the baby but having a man whose really good and active with your baby or child. Like??? Baby daddy fever???? Idk man I’m ovulating rn and my vagina wants to see that.
Current fantasy: pero tovar sitting in a chair in his cottage on a winters night with a baby resting against his chest or a toddler cuddled into him on his lap.
***Ohhh just catch me in my feels!!!!! Female Reader
You hadn’t listened to them when everyone in the village told you to keep your distance from the newcomer.
He had a fearsome glower and his tongue was sharp while his whit was biting. He was dangerous they said. Obviously up to no good while he sat hunched over his meal as if scared someone was going to try to take it from him.
gif by @e-zra (let me know if you’d like it removed!)
summary: Mando’s indulgence in liquid courage leads him to say things you never thought you’d hear—and will never forget.
pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader
warnings: alcohol, drunkenness, mutual pining, angst, fluff
rating: T
word count: 3.895k
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“Mando.” You lift the comlink to your mouth in a fierce motion as you spit the name into it. “Where the hell are you?”
Can we get a little Frankie drabble of late night kitchen slow dancing?
pairing || Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Reader
word count || 395
summary || Drunk musings and late night dancing with one Francisco Morales
content || mentions of alcohol (wine), dorks in love, cheesy romance movie vibes
a/n || is this the cheesiest thing I've ever written? absolutely. am I ashamed? nope. thank you anon, this was just what I needed
“Come here, baby.” Frankie sighs, making grabby hands at you until you finally step into his arms. The smile that he gives you is one made brighter by the wine coursing through him and you return it easily, your arms curling around his shoulders to leverage him closer and give him a kiss.
Music plays softly in the background and when the first notes of Elivs’s ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love' meets your ears, you can’t help but huff a laugh. Frankie eases you into a slow swaying as he holds you close by your waist.
“This is so cheesy,” You giggle but there’s no denying the way your stomach flips at the softness of it all.
“Hmm, yeah. But you love it.” Frankie kisses you again and again, all smiles and sweetness as he holds you close.
Your eyes fall closed as you rest your forehead against his chest, letting the music and your lover guide you. Frankie sings along quietly and the low rumble of his voice is heavenly. He always claims he can’t sing, that he hates the sound of his voice but ever since you told him how much you adore how he sounds, he’s started singing along more often. And yeah, it is cheesy but his voice singing those sweet words, words flooded with love and promises, makes your heart swell in your chest.
“We’re gonna dance to this at our wedding, you know.” Frankie whispers.
“Oh yeah?” You hold up your left hand and wiggle your fingers teasingly, showcasing your lack of an engagement ring. “Gotta put a ring on it first, Mr. Morales.”
“Don’tcha worry, sweetheart.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll put a ring on that pretty finger soon enough.”
Frankie twirls you suddenly and the kitchen echoes your laughs back to you as you collide back with his chest hard enough to make you both stumble. “We’ll need dancing lessons before anything, apparently.”
“No, no, this is perfect.” Frankie rubs up and down your back with those big, warm hands you love. “You’re perfect. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Frankie.” You smile up at him. That moment couldn’t be any more perfect, the two of you smiling at each other like a couple of dorks, drunk on love and cheap wine as you dance in the kitchen to silly love songs.
Ohhh and one more I think #45 with Pero would be adorable 🥺🥺
Pero x Female Reader
45 - I didn’t know you were good with kids
I decided to try some Modern! Pero for this one but I do have something similar in chapter 4 of my Blacksmith Pero series if you want something that's not modern! Pero 💛
A/N - I have been super busy with job interviews this week but the last was today so I can finish the rest of the prompts from this milestone celebration for the rest of the week!
Warning: mentions of slight smut at the end
29 "hushed conversation in-between kisses" with din 👉👈
You got it, honey bun 🤍 have some needy Din!
You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as Din cast his helmet off impatiently upon returning to your bunk, reaching for you with his eyes already closing and his lips ever-so-slightly pursed in anticipation as soon as his knees hit the mattress. You leaned forward to peck his lips before moving back out of his reach, your giggles worsening at the indignant whine he let out in response.
“Cyar’ika, please,” he pleaded, succeeding in stealing a soft kiss from you. You leaned into the kiss, slipping your hand into his unruly hair.
“Is he asleep now?” you asked in a hushed voice, conscious of the little green child in the room next door.
“Yes, I swear,” Din whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours as he wrapped his arms around your back to bring you closer to himself. You grinned against his lips.
“You said that five minutes ago, then you had to stop kissing me to go and stop him crying,” you pointed out in amusement.
He pressed his lips to yours again and you sighed into his mouth at the feeling of his beautifully gentle kisses and of his nose pressing into the softness of your cheek and of his hair slipping through your fingers like silk. It was him that broke the kiss to grin at you.
“I mean it this time,” he told you, his voice deeper as he tried to keep quiet whilst also trying to get his breath back from your kisses, “No more interruptions.”
Then his lips were back on yours and his tongue was licking oh-so-sweetly into your mouth, and all you could taste was Din, and all you could feel was Din, and-
All you could hear was Grogu crying in the next room.
You pulled away from Din’s kisses to arch an eyebrow at him in a way that unmistakably said I told you so, and he dropped his head to your shoulder with a groan that you couldn’t help but chuckle at. You smoothed his hair down where your hands had tousled it, and he squeezed your waist lightly.
“Maybe he’ll stop on his own?” he whispered hopefully, not lifting his head.
As if he had heard him, Grogu began to wail more loudly.
“Go on, your son needs you,” you teased, shoving gently at his broad shoulders until he gave in and sat back on his haunches to reach for his helmet, “There’ll be plenty of kisses for you when you come back.”
Just before he slipped his helmet back on, you caught a glimpse of his lips, swollen from your kisses and grinning.
“I’ll hold you to that, cyar’ika.”
Pairing: Francisco Morales x f!reader (Miller Sister) Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (pls be safe tho, y'all). Author’s Note: This is shamelessly self indulgent and also I wish getting fucked in the back of a truck was as goddamn romantic as this.
When Frankie removes his hat to push his curls to the side, you see the flash of something stuck into the buckram. You don’t question him, but you’re curious as to what it is. Your brothers both keep little notes in theirs. Your younger brother keeps reminders to himself, grocery lists like he doesn’t know what the notes app is. Your oldest brother keeps his coping mechanisms written and tucked into his, he sees it when he takes his cap off and you know it gives him strength to know it’s there.
Maybe that’s what’s tucked into Frankie’s cap too.
He holds you to his lap in the bar, the Saturday night crowd of it causing a shortage of chairs, and his arm is a steel cage. You can balance yourself across his thigh but you like it when he helps, especially when his thumb begins to absentmindedly stroke your side where his hand is resting. More than making arousal flood through you—and you’re sure he can feel it through his jeans too if his leg hasn’t gone completely numb beneath you—it makes you feel safe, here in his arms.
How bout this: the mandalorian has always touched his forehead against the readers. The reader thinks it's a sweet act but doesn't understand why he does it. Until one day they are in some public space and there is an intimate moment and he does it again. Then they kinda split up for a bit and an onlooker smiles and makes a comments about it. the reader asks if they know anything bout what it means and they explain. Then the reader's all happy and you can take it from there! YOU ARE AMAZING!
Summary: A kind old lady informs you that not everything you do with Mando you know about.
A/n: I used this gif becuase it was me writing this. :)
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It’s something you just expect now. The way he always greets you with a press of forehead to helmet. He’ll cup the back of your head and tenderly pull you towards him so he can rest his helmet against your forehead.
Female Reader x
For: Frankie Morales, Din Djarin, Marcus Moreno, Pero Tovar, Agent Whiskey, Dave York, and Marcus Pike.
Frankie
This was the day that Frankie had been thinking about since your third date. Not in a weird over-possessive way, but you fit so easily into his life that he couldn’t not imagine you in his future from that day on. When the day finally came, he couldn’t stop his usually steady hands from shaking as he tried and tried again to tie his bow-tie, eventually giving up and letting his mum do it. It was a cosy wedding, lots of close friends and family their to celebrate. You both decide to have it in early summer so it can be outside, a fully outdoor ceremony with lots of flowers and a tent full of fairy lights to dance under the stars at night. Frankie never left your side from the moment you stood next to him at the altar and he didn’t stop crying either. The tears first came when you walked down the aisle towards him, then when you said your vows and I do. They started again when you were first announced as Mr and Mrs and started to prick at the corner of his eyes as when he watched you laugh with your mum and his mum as you told them about a disaster with the flowers. He tried his hardest to fight them away during his speech but let them flow again during your first dance. He carries you over the threshold and into bed that night, kissing every inch of your body as you both lie there exhausted but more happy than you thought possible at the end of the day. He made sure his eyes were on you every moment throughout the day, taking in every expression you made to make sure he would remember this day for the rest of his life.
#75 w/ pero maybe?? 🥺
Hey nonnie! This prompt made me want to write a very soft Pero, I hope you like it 💖
75. “I want to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life.”
Warning: none
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Lulled by the soothing sound of rain, you and Pero lay in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth of your bodies.
You take time to observe him, to study his face in the warm light coming from the fireplace: you caress his cheeks with slow circles, tracing his jaw and his lips, then, your right thumb moves up to hesitantly graze the scar that crosses hif left eye.
