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toomanystoriessolittletime · 1 year

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coming home

Summary: Marcus comes home after a mission to find you asleep on the couch.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 1064

Rating: E

Warnings: fluff, smut (unprotected sex) sleepy sex, sleepy Marcus, horny Marcus, unedited

Marcus felt like he hadn’t slept in three days.

Which he… might have.

The threat in South Africa was handled and the whole team was okay and back at HQ. He had no idea what time it was or what day for that matter as he climbed out of his car in his driveway.

Sighing, feeling like he was a hundred years old, he made his way into his house, activating the security system as he closed the door behind him, taking a deep breath. Everything was dark except for the tiny light in the kitchen. He left his bag next to the door as he took his shoes off. He had left the Katanas and Tact Vest at HQ.

He was sure he would spend the three days he had off now sleeping and letting you take care of him.

He knew how anxious you were every time he had to leave, so as soon as he was on the plane back he had texted you that everything was okay. You had texted him back that you’d wait for him to which he only smiled, telling you to go to bed cause debrief would take a while.

His eyes found the clock at the stove, telling him that it was almost 4 am.

Opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water he emptied it almost completely before he rolled his neck. It’s then that he noticed the low noise of what was probably the TV in the living room.

Puting the bottle down he walked out of the kitchen and towards the living room across the hallway, leaning with his shoulder against the door as he found you sleeping on the sofa with a fond smile.

You were laying on your stomach, wearing one of his shirts and some sleep shorts. There was a rerun of the golden girls on, two glasses of wine and his favourite cookies on the coffee table making him smile wider.

How on earth did he deserve you?

Walking over he slipped the remote out of your hand, turning the TV off. He was picking up your favourite blanket that must have slipped off of you when he tilted his head, sucking his bottom lip in as he noticed that 1. You weren’t wearing any underwear and 2. Your sleep shorts had slipped to the side, leaving your pussy on display for him.

Fuck, he was tired but just the sight of you made his cock twitch.

He took a deep breath, pulling his glasses off to set them on the coffee table before he rubbed over his forehead.

“Marcus?” you mumbled sleepily, turning your head as you slowly blinked your eyes open. Marcus was kneeling beside you, your blanket still in his hands, his eyes finding yours. You gave him a tired smile, your head still resting on a soft pillow.

“Hi baby,” he said, bending down to kiss you softly. You smiled against his lips, giggling when you felt his hand on your ass.

“Missed you,” he said.

“Clearly,” you teased and he kissed your nose. You wanted to turn around but he stopped you.

“Can’t blame me when I come home to find you lying here like that,” you gasped when you felt his hand between your legs, his fingers slipping through your pussy.

“Wanna fuck you,” he mumbled and you sighed.

“You look like you are going to fall asleep in the next 5 minutes,” you said as he got back on his feet, pulling his pants open, pushing them down, his cock already hard, making you swallow.

“Always awake enough to fuck you,” he kissed you again, before he got on the sofa, kneeling above you. You turned your head to look at him just as he spit in his hand, wetting the tip of his cock. You wiggled your ass underneath him and he gave you a small grin, before he pulled your sleeping shorts down just so he could get inside of you.

You felt him line up before he slowly sank into you, groaning loudly.

“Shhhh you gonna wake up the kids,” you moaned quietly as he bottomed out, thrusting back in. You turned your head back to moan into the pillow.

“Fuck i’m not gonna last,” he hummed as he fucked you slowly.

“Don’t care, fuck me,” you whimpered, trying to move beneath him but he held you in place, his hands coming to rest beside your head as he leaned down, his body now on top of yours, kissing your neck as he fucked into you.

“Wanna feel you cum on my cock,” he panted against your ear before he nibbled on your neck, his facial hair scratching over your skin.

“Touched myself while I waited for you,” you moaned, turning your head as he groaned. He kissed you, fucking into you harder.

“Fuck,” he moaned against your neck, sucking a mark into your skin.

“Keep going,” you moaned quietly.

“Gonna cum,” he groaned, fucking you faster.

You just closed your eyes, letting your head fall back down as he rolled his hips against yours, getting you closer and closer.

“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting once twice until he came inside of you, triggering your own orgasm as he spilled inside of you.

He panted against your neck as he tried, but failed to keep his weight off of you, making you giggle as he nuzzled against your neck.

“Let’s go to bed, Marcus,” you turned your head and he kissed you.

“Wanna sleep here, inside of you,” he mumbled and you smiled.

“You can still sleep inside of me upstairs in our very comfy bed. Your back will thank you in the morning,” you said.

“Don’t care,” he mumbled and you laughed.

You used all your strength to get him off of you, making him chuckle until he finally got up, almost falling with his pants still around his ankles before he pulled them up.

Turning around you took his hand after you pulled your shorts back up, letting him help you up. He kissed you while you felt him leaking out of you.

“The kids are at your moms the next two days,” you mumbled against his lips, feeling him smile, his arms coming around you to pull you closer.

“I love you,” he hummed.

“Love you too. Let’s get you to bed, my tired heroic.”

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spaceagerabbit · 2 years

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listen, the pedro characters and the oscar isaac characters would find you so pretty even when you’re just doing mundane things

like you’ll be laying in bed in a big t-shirt and pajama pants eating a bedtime snack (like a leftover cupcake or something), and he’ll just look at you with stars in his eyes and a small, soft smile.

you’ll look up from your snack and into his eyes, asking him why he was looking at you like that.

“you look so hot baby”, he would say, letting out a big loving sigh as he places his cheek to his palm.

your face is full of surprise for a brief moment before a soft smile is brought to your face as well, and you move your face down to the snack in your hand. you continue smiling as you eat and he lets out another dreamy sigh.

at one point he turns your head towards him, gently brushing a few crumbs off of your lips and then licking those crumbs off his fingers cheekily.

you can decide where this goes ;)

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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SIL - I love your idea for challenging yourself. (You never fail to impress me with the risks you take!)

How about Marcus Moreno with amnesia trope and a royalty AU?

Love youuuuu ❤️

Cat!!! thank you so much for this one! I don't think I've ever written amnesia before, or a proper royalty au for that matter, and I really enjoyed writing this. Though, I technically Marcus isn't a royal in this but hopefully, you'll still like it! Honestly, I could see myself expanding this one into something longer 🥺❤️ also looking at Marcus gifs gives me pain because he's so dreamy look at his eyes ghhhhhh I'm gonna die

I LOVE YOU MOREEEE ❤️

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒

pairing: marcus moreno x fem!reader

genre: amnesia trope + royalty AU

word count: 878

summary: After surviving an attack that leaves you with no memory of her past and who you are, you, the princess, joins a group of rebels fighting against your own corrupt family's regime.

warnings: brief mention of blood

The wind is a blessing. It can carry on the smells from far off the lands, warn you of either danger or peace. You remember as a child you would constantly sniff the air. Your parents would warn you constantly, berating you and telling you it was rude to behave like a bloodhound. They didn’t understand you. No one in your family did. They didn’t understand that you could tell what was happening by what the wind carried. Be it the scent of blossoming flowers and sunshine or ash that sticks to your lungs. They didn’t understand.

Now the wind caresses your skin. It’s gentle. Trying to wake you from your deep slumber. The soft blades of grass brush your arms. A faint chatter reaches your ears. You begin to stir, eyelids fluttering as you wake. You witness the blue sky, the fluffy white clouds moving lazily above. You slowly get up, a sharp pain lodged in your temple. You inhale a sharp breath. Touching where the pain blossoms, you lower your hand and see blood. You part your lips in a silent scream.

You smell water, and turning your head you see a lake. The surface is decorated with delicate water lilies. You don’t admire their beauty and rush towards it on all fours. Your heart beating in your throat, you attempt to splash the wound with water. You hiss out in pain.

The next splash of cool water is to your face. Water droplets smooth down your skin. You breathe heavily. With pinched eyebrows, you try to remember how you got here. Your gaze drops to your rippled reflection in the water. You’re wearing a green dress, emerald earrings dangling from your ears, and a pearl necklace decorating your throat. You touch the cool stones. They do little to relieve you.

“Need help with that?”

You jump as you turn around, the damp ground slipping from underneath you. The man is quick to take a wide step, taking a hold of your hand before you take a dip into the lake. Still holding you, he kneels down. His fingers are warm against your skin.

“Good morning,” he says softly. Only then do you notice a small camp forming in the background, people scurrying about. Your eyes widen when you notice the influx of weaponry being carried around. Your eyes move back to him. He must’ve sensed your fear because he squeezes your hand. “I’m not going to hurt you. You were already here, unconscious, when we came.”

“I…” you swallow and pull your hand back. “Did you kidnap me?”

“What?” he snorts, looking aghast. “No, we didn’t kidnap you. “Don’t you…remember what happened to you?”

You shake your head, tears stinging your eyes. Your head throbs painfully and instinctively you touch the wet wound again. “No,” you whisper.

The moment hangs in the air, a weighty silence punctuated by the sound of wind and soft waves washing over the surface. Your hand sinks further into the soil, the waves threatening to pull you further in. This is the first time you actually take notice of what this man looks like. His hair is a tousled mess of short brown locks, with a softness that beckons you to run your fingers through it. The curves and lines of his jaw and chin are accented by the subtle shadow of his beard. His eyes, a deep brown hue, seem to dart back and forth between yours, searching for some hint or clue about your past. His eyes don’t look like one of a criminal’s. You relax. Your shoulders fall, and your heart rate returns to normal.

“You must be a noble.” he suddenly says, more to himself than you. His eyes drop momentarily, either to your lisp or necklace, you can’t tell. “You must be.” he mutters again.

“I…I really don’t know.”

“Do you remember your name?”

You shake your head, lips pressed tightly together. He gives you an understanding look and momentarily past you, observing the surroundings that lay behind you.

“My name is Marcus,” he says barely above a whisper. His gaze moves back to you, your pulse thrums loudly under your skin. “How about we call you Lily for now?”

You nod, still silent. He smiles. “Alright then,” Marcus stands up and offers you his hand, you take it. You feel the scars and callouses that seem to map the inside of his palm. “Let's get that wound cleaned and we can try and find out who you are.”

“Sure,” you answer, grimacing at how scratchy your voice sounds. Swallowing, you gesture to the camps. “What is all of this?”

Some of the men give you odd looks and your steps slow. Marcus squeezes your hands two times, you inhale slowly and follow him.

“It’s a bit scary looking isn’t it?” a low chuckle escapes his lips, leading you into one of the tents. “I think it’s best for you if you don’t know. For your own safety.”

Only days later, your memory still lost to you, does Marcus reveal who they were. A small rebel group preparing for their fight against the throne. Liberating one town at a time. He tells you that you need to leave, find your family, they would be leaving soon and he offers to drop you off at the city.

But you don’t leave. Instead, you join them without knowing it’s your own family you will be fighting against.

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sirowsky · 1 year

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Day 8 and we've reached the last of the Celebration Stories! There's just another poem tomorrow and then it's over. This story is courtesy of @spishsstuff and the prompt was: "No sweetheart, that's a gun" with Marcus Moreno. Thank you, my friend! This one ended up being the longest of the stories, and took me back to my early days here on tumblr <3

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Marcus Moreno x (female) reader, reader has no physical description and no specified gender, angst associated with the fear of rejection, veiled mentions of male genitals, coworkers to lovers. Word Count: 2850 Sirowsky's Masterlist

--Daring to Dream--

It’s not often that the Heroics organization has time for parties, and even on the few occasions that they do manage to put something together, you’re usually too busy to attend. Because you’re the middleperson between the Heroes and upper management, and since the superpowered geniuses somehow manage to generate piles of paperwork every single day, you are effectively the busiest person in the building.

However, for the first time in almost ten years of working there, you have actually managed to claw out enough free time to go to the retirement party for your favorite colleague, this evening. His name’s Quentin, affectionately called Q, and he was the one that taught you how this place works, back when you’d first started.

He’d made sure that you’d managed to avoid all the rookie mistakes and always warned you whenever someone was getting ready to pull a prank on you, just in case you were the sensitive type, that might be scarred for life by certain types of pranks. You’re quite certain that you would’ve managed without him, but it had mattered so much to you that he’d cared enough about a stranger to do those things for you.

Over the years, he’s become something of a second father to you, so you’re really sad to see him off, but also so happy for him to get to enjoy retirement after over fifty years of devoted service. But you’re unaccustomed to being around your coworkers like this, all relaxed and unprofessional, so the whole thing has left you feeling a bit uneasy, which is why you keep to the background.

That is, until someone extends a hand to you. You’re sitting in a reclining chair that you’ve stolen from the front security desk, because the sec-team have the best chairs, with your feet propped up on the edge of a giant pot that houses an indoor tree, just inside of the entrance. The festivities are being held in the large foyer and lounge area, so you have a good view of everything from that spot, without being in the middle of it.

But the sudden intrusion into your personal bubble takes your focus away from the scene in front of you, drawing your eyes to your left where you find none other than Marcus Moreno, the great leader himself, to be the one that’s holding his hand out to you. You’re usually very observant, to the point where you’re known in this building as someone that’s near impossible to sneak up on, even for a Heroic, so his sudden appearance annoys you a little.

It quickly fades, though, because you like Marcus. A lot more than you should. Still, you have no idea what he’s doing, merely standing there with his hand in the air as if waiting for you to give him something. And when the seconds tick by and he doesn’t say anything, you raise your eyebrows at him, silently asking what the hell he’s doing.

He smiles then, and it’s the slightly nervous kind, which you can’t imagine has anything to do with you.

“Wanna dance?” he finally asks, and you’re suddenly twice as confused as you were a moment ago.

Primarily because there’s no dancefloor and no one is dancing anywhere in the entire foyer, but also just because… why? You’ve always had a good professional relationship. He’s respectful and kind and always helpful, unlike so many of the other supers. But you’ve never become friends. You don’t know him personally, you’ve never hung out or even had lunch together. Truth be told, you can’t recall having ever had a single conversation with him that wasn’t primarily about work, although you’ve certainly wanted to.

“Uh… sure,” you hear yourself say, and then you have to literally bite your own tongue to keep from screaming at yourself, because where did that come from?

You don’t even know how to dance, idiot!

But then the nervousness in his smile vanishes, and he beams at you when you take his hand, and suddenly you don’t know why you’re upset with yourself anymore. You smile back, unable to stop the gesture because he’s too damned cute, with his sparkling, crinkly eyes and that dimple that should be fucking illegal. He only takes you a few steps away from the chair, since the corner behind the security desk is empty and the large glass walls give you a feeling of almost being outside.

You try your best not to look too nervous about it when he turns and snags your waist, in a perfect imitation of those fluid movements you’ve seen in old movies with Fred Astaire. Figures that he’d be all smooth like that. He’s already hogging all the best traits that a person can have within that gorgeous mind and body of his, so of course he’s gotta be a natural at dancing too. Why leave anything for the rest of you…

“It’s nice to finally see you at one of these things,” he says quietly, while he starts to slowly move you across the floor in little rhythmic circles. “Why have you never showed up before?”

Now, you could answer that it’s because you’re not particularly interested in parties, or that you get more than enough of seeing your colleagues during workhours, either of which would be true. But you’re terribly nervous right now, which is probably why you end up sounding cantankerous instead.

“Because someone keeps burying me under mountains of paperwork,” you shoot back, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Hey,” he chides, but he sounds guilt-ridden rather than annoyed when he continues. “If you’re gonna throw blame around then at least throw it on all of us.”

His remorse makes you feel bad about your comment, so you make an effort to shed your nervousness and try and behave like a friend rather than a tired colleague.

“I’m sorry. It’s not your fault, I didn’t mean to…” you try, but the words just kinda die off on you, so you sigh and try a different track. “I know that you do what you have to out there, and I admire your readiness to always protect people.”

“Just stop wrecking shit while you do,” he finishes the thought for you, and you have to smile at that.

“Preferably,” you nod, and he chuckles and then tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you fully into his chest so that he can rest his cheek against your temple.

He does it so casually, as if you’ve danced dozens of times before and are completely familiar with each other, which you’re most certainly not. Still, he seems totally comfortable with the situation and that makes your body want to mirror him. So you relax and let him lead you around, following his movements and enjoying the closeness. It’s so rare that you ever have anyone this close to you.

But as you move like that, with the entire fronts of your bodies glued together, something suspiciously hard is suddenly poking at your hip, at just the right angle. You could of course try to ignore it, but… Once that thought has entered your mind, it sparks a whole plethora of questions and ideas, and in no time at all, it’s the only thing you can think about.

Because what if he asked you to dance specifically because he’s attracted to you. What if his willingness to always stay for a while and explain himself after he comes to dump another pile of forms on your desk, isn’t just about his desire to help. Maybe he just likes to spend time with you. Maybe he just likes… you.

“Uh, Marcus?” you say, feeling yourself starting to heat up at the prospect that this amazing person might be into you.

“Hm?” he hums right by your ear.

“Is… Is that your…?” you try, unable to find a suitable euphemism for his privates right then.

It takes him a moment, but when he realizes what you’re trying to say, he laughs.

“No sweetheart, that’s a gun,” he explains, and then elaborates. “I was working late today, helping the police disarm a robber, and I just didn’t have time to take it to be destroyed before the party.”

It makes complete sense, he does that sort of thing on a weekly basis, since his powers allow him to manipulate certain metals. And suddenly you feel so stupid. Why would you ever think that he might get aroused just by standing close to you, it’s not like there’s ever been the slightest hint of interest towards you before tonight. Shame burns your skin, and you have to fight the urge to pull free and run away.

You wanna cry, because even the idea of being liked by someone as good and kind as Marcus Moreno, is like having your entire existence validated. It would’ve made every guy that’s told you that you weren’t good enough, either through their words or their actions, finally proven wrong. And now, even though it was just in your head, it feels instead as though those guys have somehow won.

“Hey… you okay?” he asks when you don’t answer, or laugh with him as he’s probably expecting you to.

“Yeah,” you answer on autopilot, desperate for him not to see how pathetic you are.

But your voice betrays you. He can easily hear the tremor, the complete lack of confidence and the way you’re trying too hard, even in that one small word. You duck your head when you feel his grip around your waist loosen, to give yourself a few extra seconds before meeting his eyes, as he pulls back to look at you to try and find out what’s wrong.

“What’s going on?” he asks, and his mirth is all gone, replaced by genuine concern which only tugs harder at your heart, because you so wish that he would always have such care for you.

You’ve always liked him, but never once allowed yourself to think of him as anything but a coworker, because he’s just so far out of your league, and so clearly not interested. If he had been, surely, he would’ve at least attempted to hint it to you.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you lie, which he easily sees through, because you’re still not meeting his eyes, and your voice is anything but steady.

Putting a gentle finger under your chin, he urges you to look up at him, and as much as you want to just run away and hide for the rest of your fucking life, you let him direct you. Because a part of you wants him to know. He studies you closely for several seconds, and you can almost see his mind working, trying to figure out how you went from joking around with him, to looking teary-eyed a mere minute later.

And somehow, he actually does figure it out. You can tell when the realization hits him, in how his brow smooths a bit, and a kind of understanding settles into his frame. So, you try to steel yourself for the rejection that you know is coming, when you see him take a breath and prepare to say something.

“Did you want it to be… that?” he asks, fishing for some confirmation that what he’s thinking is on point, and clearly referencing your earlier mistake.

You hesitate, but then that part of you that needs to know if there’s any chance, makes you nod in response, and the shame builds again. Once more ducking your head, desperate not to see it if he should be repulsed or even just disappointed, you start to back away, already telling yourself all the horribly painful things that he might be about to say, so that maybe it won’t be such a shock.

But none of what you’re dreading happens. He simply doesn’t let you retreat. Instead, he tugs you back into his chest and wraps both arms around you.

“My office…” he whispers in your ear then, before lightly kissing the edge of your jaw.

He pulls back, meeting your frozen, incredulous eyes for just a moment, and then he walks away, indeed heading straight for the corridor that leads away from the foyer and up to the next levels. And you’re left standing there, stunned and flustered and so many other things that have your head spinning and your heart pounding painfully against your ribcage.

He must be joking because he’s never once expressed any interest in you. But of course, it is also possible that he’s just horny and taking advantage of the situation. You know that he hasn’t even been on a date since his wife died five years ago, so maybe he just sees a chance for a little intimacy. Still, that seems unlikely, given that everything you know about his character says that he would never use someone like that.

Joke or not, it’s up to you to decide what you want, or what you’re willing to endure for the chance that this might be exactly what you want it to be. And for once, that’s an easy choice to make. He’s too good to pass up.

You decide to wait a minute before following him, though. Just in case someone’s watching, and as you slowly start moving closer to the crowd, you spot Q heading towards you, which makes you smile.

“Hey there, old-timer,” you say once he gets within earshot, and he chuckles.

“Hey there, paper-tower,” he calls back, and your smile widens.

He’s been calling you that since day one, and it comforts you to hear it again. Once he gets to you, he gives you a big hug and then holds on to your upper arms when he pulls back.

“Did these sharp old eyes just catch you dancing with a certain super?” he says in a low voice, close to your face to keep the people around from overhearing.

“Maybe those eyes are a bit too sharp,” you joke in return, and he huffs a laugh.

“Definitely. But tell me what happened?” he asks, and you know that he’d be thrilled to hear what you’re about to do.

He’s the nosy sort, but not a gossiper. He just likes to know everything.

“He… invited me to his office,” you confess, leaning close to his ear so that you can whisper, but you still see the rise in his brow from the corner of your eye even before you lean back again.

“And you’re going, right?” he blurts out, sounding almost afraid that you might not be, which puzzles you into silence, and he presses on. “Sweetheart, trust me on this: Go.”

“Do you know something I don’t?” you ask, feeling like you’re missing something obvious here.

“I’m seventy years old, I know a million things that you don’t,” he says with a casual roll of his shoulders. “And what I know about Mr. M, is that he’ll make you happy.”

“So, you don’t think that he’s just looking for some tail, then?” you say with a cheeky smile, and he laughs at the ridiculousness of such a thought.

“If that was all he was after, he could get it anywhere. But he’s asking for you, the busiest, most charm-resistant person in the building.”

You can’t fault his logic there, as you’re probably the most unavailable person imaginable in Marcus’ everyday life. Aside from married people, that is. So, you hug Q one more time and then hurry to get away from the party, ducking into the hall and sneaking up the stairs as quickly as you can without running, reaching the office in just a few minutes.

You don’t bother knocking since you’ve already been invited, and when you step inside, he’s waiting for you in his sofa, further into the room. He stays seated while you close and lock the door before moving over to him, but his eyes are on you every second, and you can almost see how his temperature is rising. Unsure of how he wants to proceed, you stop in front of him, but he doesn’t like that.

He grabs your thighs and pulls you down so that you’re straddling him, then his arms wrap all the way around your back, pressing you against him until you can feel him through his suit-pants. Then he tilts his head up to find your lips, but you stop him by putting one finger against his mouth, and he pauses, suddenly looking nervous.

“Just so we’re clear,” you say, and he stops breathing for a second, “I’m expecting dates and stolen moments in the hallways, stupidly lovesick nonsensical gifts and cute notes, and dinners with Missy-…”

He cuts you off by pulling your hand away and claiming your lips, wantonly moaning into your mouth with how strongly it affects him to taste you. But he doesn’t need to say anything. You know from the moment your lips meet that he’s already agreed, and that this is just the beginning. Which is already everything that you never dared to dream of.

<<<<<<<THE END>>>>>>>

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tightjeansjavi · 4 months

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Pedro Pascal Character Community Fic Recs-Writer Recs 2023 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

Thank you to everyone who sent in their fic/writer recs 🤍 I absolutely loved compiling this list for all of you! To all of the writers, thank you for everything that you do in this community ✨

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@wannab-urs masterlist fic: in the a.m Javier Peña x f!reader

@corazondebeskar masterlist fic: well it’s love, make it hurt dom!Din Djarin x sub!f!reader

@beskarandblasters masterlist fic: me and my husband Married!Din Djarin x F!Reader fic: Mothman Fever Mothman!Joel Miller x F!Reader fic: apotheosis Sith!Din Djarin x Rebel Spy!Reader

@planet-marz1 masterlist fic: I Know it’s For the Better Joel Miller x f!reader

@idolatrybarbie fic: the world tipped on its side stunt pilot!francisco "frankie" morales x fem!stunt coordinator!reader

@proxima-writes masterlist fic: my tears ricochet husband's best friend!joel miller x female reader

@pedge-page masterlist fic: cravings Frankie Morales x F!Reader

@ghosmooth-operator fic: I've Got To Fill The Void no outbreak!Joel x f!reader

@mrsmando masterlist fic: Sweet Treat frankie morales x f!plus-size!reader

@joelscruff masterlist fic: Feelings on Fire joel miller x f!reader

@frannyzooey masterlist fic: Short Days Long Nights Joel Miller x f!reader

@chaotic-mystery masterlist fic: code red dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader fic: ‘Atta Girl Joel Miller x f!plus sized reader

@justagalwhowrites masterlist fic: Lavender Joel Miller x Female Reader fic: New in Town BFD!Joel Miller x Female Reader

@chloeangelic masterlist fic: seeking what is desirable Joel Miller x f!reader

@amanitacowboy masterlist fic: blue dream frankie morales x f!reader

@pedgito masterlist fic: meet me in the woods Joel Miller x fem!reader

@atinylittlepain masterlist fic: apothecary joel miller x witchy!reader

@intheorangebedroom masterlist fic: pleased to meet you Frankie Morales x Gabrielle Tourneur (OFC)/French fem!Reader with a dash of Ben Miller x Gabrielle Tourneur (OFC)/French fem!Reader

@smok3r7 masterlist fic: Latching On To You Joel Miller x f!reader

@joelsgreys masterlist fic: a safe haven Joel Miller x f!reader

@5oh5 masterlist fic: From Eden Joel Miller x f!reader

@netherfeildren masterlist fic: The Cassandra Complex Din Djarin x f!reader

@cavillscurls masterlist fic: divined dynasty Mafia!leader Joel Miller x f!reader

@atticrissfinch masterlist fic: meet me in the back sleazy gas station clerk!joel x fem!reader

@kiwisbell masterlist fic: Loser Frankie Morales x f!reader

@bageldaddy masterlist fic: sundown Joel Miller x fem!reader

@hier--soir masterlist fic: a lover’s pinch Professor! Joel Miller x f!reader fic: raising cain spy!Din Djarin x spy!ofc

@theywhowriteandknowthings masterlist fic: the princess and the duke (cowritten by @angelofsmalldeath-codeine) Dave York x reader

@sweetercalypso masterlist fic: Texas Hold ‘Em Joel Miller x afab!reader

@janaispunk masterlist fic: Making Forts Under Covers Joel Miller x f!reader

@cool-iguana fic: refuge

@ilovepedro masterlist

@macfrog masterlist

@saradika masterlist

@penvisions masterlist

#community fic recs #fic recs #pedro pascal fanfiction #end of the year fic recs #fanfiction community #writing community #pedro pascal characters #boost #signal boost!!

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 8- Voice Kink

Marcus Moreno x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.1k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, established relationship, sweet Marcus, use of “good girl” and “yes ma’am”

Notes- So I originally had Frankie Morales for this one, but I decided to switch it out, and I’m glad I saved Frankie for another one! And I’m so happy with how this one came out too, I just kinda let it flow as I wrote it lol! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

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“Hey baby,” Marcus walked up behind where you stood in the kitchen and purred in your ear as he rested his hands on your hips, “I’ve missed you.”

You gasped, startled as you didn’t hear him come through the door. But you quickly spun around and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and embraced him tightly, “Marcus,” you breathed.

Marcus hummed as he ran his hands up and down your sides, caressing every inch of your body as he held you tightly. He whispered your name and placed soft kisses along the side of your face. “You smell so good honey,” his tone was low yet soft.

You let out a moan at his words. Marcus was always heavy on the praise, but you also just couldn’t get enough of simply listening to his voice. You loved the way he said your name in that low tone, you loved when he called you one of his many pet names for you, you loved when he went on about how much he loved you. Just hearing the words from his lips made a rush of need pulse through you, and Marcus noticed.

He turned you around and kissed your lips. What started gentle quickly turned more heated as he dipped his tongue into your mouth and played with yours. Marcus swallowed the moan you let out as you clung to him and surrendered yourself to his kiss. While still locked together, Marcus ushered you back up against the counter and guided your body so that he helped you push yourself up onto the countertop.

“Marcus…” you whispered as he kissed his way along your jaw.

You both tugged at the other’s shirts, and in a flash both of you were topless in the middle of the kitchen. Suddenly, you were grateful Missy was away for the weekend, otherwise you and Marcus might have had an awkward conversation with her later. But for now, it was just the two of you, and you were both ready to take full advantage of the alone time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he spoke with such adoration before he wrapped his arms around you again and made himself comfortable between your parted legs.

“Mmm,” was all you could respond with as Marcus’ large hands cupped your breasts. Somehow, between the way he squeezed and kneaded your flesh and ran his fingers across your nipples, you found your voice, “Keep talking, baby.”

Marcus smirked as he rested his forehead against yours, “You like when I tell you how gorgeous you are? Or how good you are for me?”

A whimper escaped your lips as his hands ran down the front of your body, “Yeah…” you paused as his fingers worked to free you of your pants, “But I just like hearing your voice more than anything.”

Heat rose in your body as Marcus yanked your pants off with a groan, and you only needed to shift slightly to allow him to remove them. And you glanced down and noticed he took your panties along with them, leaving you completely bare on the kitchen counter. When you looked up and met his gaze, you saw a newfound passion behind those dark eyes.

“You like when I talk to you, huh?” he asked softly with a grin. Marcus cupped your pussy and stroked his fingers along your folds, “Answer me,” his command was hushed yet his words still held weight.

You trembled in his grip as you clung to his shoulders, “I do,” you whispered and suddenly felt embarrassed at your confession.

Marcus only smiled as he slowly pushed two fingers into you, “Well,” he purred as you let out a loud moan, “I like when you scream for me,” he pumped his fingers in a steady and gentle rhythm, “I like when you’re so wet around me,” he kissed your lips, “I like when you’re so good for me like this.”

“Marcus…” you moaned louder as he filled you with his fingers over and over again.

“You’re so pretty when you let go like this,” Marcus groaned as he cock strained in his pants. He never tore his eyes away from your face as he kept his forehead against yours and pumped his fingers a little faster, “I love the sounds you make too, baby.”

All you could do was moan and cry out as Marcus thrust his fingers even deeper into you. “Yes,” he cooed, “That’s it sweetheart.”

He tightened his grip on your hip with his other hand as he pushed his fingers into your pussy as deep as he possibly could. You threw your head back and cried out loudly as Marcus’ fingers hit spots inside you that you didn’t even think were possible. With his fingers fully buried in you, Marcus used his thumb and rubbed at your clit with expert precision.

“Oh fuck… Marcus…” you shook as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

“I know baby,” he thrust his fingers once and stilled them deeply inside you again, “You feel so good… My good girl,” he crooked his fingers and stroked your inner walls while his thumb rubbed harder and faster on your clit, “Now let me see how pretty you look when you cum on my fingers. Show me how beautiful my lady is.”

The sound of his voice paired with how he worked you so well sent you over the edge and with a loud scream you came hard. Your pussy gushed into Marcus’ hand as he massaged your core and hit every spot that drove you wild. Tears filled your eyes as you clung to him for dear life as you rode out your climax on his thick fingers.

Just as Marcus brought you to your peak, he helped you down just as thoroughly and he slowed his movements as the aftershocks of your orgasm pulsed through you. He groaned as your pussy clenched his fingers hard until he stilled himself completely. Once he was sure he pulled every ounce of climax from you, Marcus slowly pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped his arms around you.

“You alright, baby?” he whispered in your ear and he kissed the side of your face and caressed your back.

“Perfect,” you replied, “I love you Marcus.”

He smiled, “I love you too, honey.”

As much as you wanted to stay like this forever, you felt the strain of Marcus’ clothed cock and you smirked as you pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, “Now how about I take care of you,” your tone was low as you pushed yourself off the counter, “But as long as you keep talking.”

Marcus’ skin heated as he swallowed hard, “Yes ma’am.”

#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno x you #marcus moreno imagine #marcus moreno fanfic #marcus moreno fanfiction #marcus moreno fic #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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604to647 · 4 months

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604to647 Masterlist

Fics:

For now, just writing for Pedro boys. While I do write fluff and angst, most of the below should be considered 18+ content, so I kindly ask that MDNI please. Thank you for reading!

Din Djarin

Safest with You Series (Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader) (ongoing)

Javier Pena

Birthday Present (One shot; Narcos S1/S2!Javi P x fem!reader)

Thot: When Reader calls Javi “Agent”

Pero Tovar

Mi Galleta - 4 part mini series (Modern AU Grumpy-Bouncer!Pero Tovar x Sunshine-Rich Girl!Reader) (complete)

Barón Tovar Takes a Wife (Bridgerton AU Regency!Pero Tovar x fem!reader, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers) (ongoing)

Frankie Morales

Bluebird Days

Extreme Sports AU Young!Frankie Morales, Friends-To-Lovers

(coming never because I shouldn’t even be thinking about it)

Marcus Moreno

Soulmates AU NO WON’T DO IT

Fic Recs:

Part 1

Part 2

Other:

Coffee Crisp Din Djarin (Commissioned Art)

Pedro Pascal Characters Nonsense Outros 🎵

#masterlist #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fic #din djarin #javier peña #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fic #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #fic rec list #fic rec #din djarin fanart #pedro pascal fanart

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nerdieforpedro · 3 months

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Weekend Update 02/18/2024

Nerdie! What is new this week?

Welp, I passed my math class (yup - mid thirties in a math class 🤨 it was required). Thankfully it's the only one. I've got one more and then I can look forward to the next term. I think my orientee's last week is this week, I have more stickers to stick on people at work and I burned some candles.

We're glad you burned candles? We're not sure what to say to that. Happy for everything else though. Any new fics?

Just two for the week, I've been focused on my classes so I've been putting out less finished work and prepping series that I have planned:

Don't assume on Valentine's Day - Ezra x plus size female reader (Yup, I wrote a Valentine's fic, just barely? It's mentioned but not the focus. Implied smut, some angst, fluff. All in one.)

Wrong Beach and a Speedo - Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC) I finally started my Javi G series! Is it fluffy like his hair? Yes. Will it stay that way? Mostly only because we gotta move the plot along. 80% fluff, 15% smut adjacent (subject to change, could be less) and 5% violence. Like very small. No worries. Unsure about how many parts, maybe 5-7?

We're not sure about those percentages, but they do add up to 100% so we'll see. You can't be mean to Javi G Nerdie! You can't!

Who said I was? What do you take me for?

*reminds Nerdie of Tim, Frankie, Joel, and Javi P and their truama*

👀 I mean, I get it but no worries. Let's talk about what I read this week alright. Jeez...

Salt + Pepper by @soft-girl-musings (Moon Boys and fem reader)

You be my revolver, I've got you in my hands by @winniethewife (Jake Lockley x fem reader)

Happy Tuesday! by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x fem reader)

Special Day for a special girl by @winniethewife (Blue x fem reader)

Compulsion by @iamskyereads (Ezra x OFC Beatrice)

Misunderstanding by @romanarose (Marc Spector x fem reader)

Captain's Orders by @laurfilijames (Will Miller x fem reader)

Bloom by @violentdelightsandviolentends (Bucky x fem reader)

Helping Hand by @izelascendant (Din Djarin x OFC)

Perks of being a Wallflower by @soft-girl-musings (Jake Lockley x plus size fem reader)

Stiff by @idolatrybarbie (Maxwell Lord x fem reader) part of PMAMC 2024

Same Time Next Week by @magpiepills (Marcus Moreno x fem reader) part of PMAMC 2024

Pop Goes the Javi by @morallyinept (Javier Peña x fem reader) part of the PMAMC 2024

Flying to New Heights by @fettuccin-e (Frankie Morales x fem reader)

Sadly, some of these had been in my drafts folder way too long. I went from 38 this evening to 33... 🫣 To be fair, All of these I have reblogged, I have just been adding more things to read. So many wonderful things to read. 😭 An excellent problem to have.

Anyway, I should have chapter two of my Javi G fic up this week on Wednesday. Not sure what else. I'll try a Drabble. If I can keep it that short. Maybe about Javi P, Frankie or Santiago. I owe them nice things. 😘

Have a great week everyone! 🥰

Love Nerdie! 💜

P.S. One might see there's been any uptick in Oscar Isaac fics, @for-a-longlongtime is to blame for sending me all the Santi gifs she seemed to have. 👀 My eyes didn't complain though. 😂

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mishasminion360 · 10 months

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Home Again, Home Again

Marcus Moreno x fem!reader

Warnings: None! This is just pure fluffiness.

Summary: It’s always hard being away from the one you love, but when the one you love is a superhero the distance feels far greater. But that just means the return home is all the sweeter.

A/N: This little fluff fest was a request by my lovely friend, @your-slutty-gf. Business trips can feel endless when you know there’s someone wonderful waiting for you back home. I Hope you and your fella are reunited soon, luv 🥰

It seems as though the world has only grown crazier and crazier since 2020. You mean besides the pandemic and political turmoil and senseless violence and all the other garbage.

Every week there’s a new supervillain attack or three. A new alien invasion or national state of emergency. And every week that means your man is off to do what he does best: Save the world.

You knew damn well what you were getting into when you fell head over heels for Marcus Moreno. Dating a superhero meant constant danger, constant leaping into action to perform some derring-do, and constant worry. It wouldn’t have been worth the trouble if he weren’t so absolutely wonderful.

The two of you had met on the job; him defending the city from certain doom with all his cohorts while you, a dedicated journalist, covered the action from a somewhat safe location, snapping photo after photo of all the harrowing action and jotting down notes for the article that would recount the events to the masses.

You’d seen him coming through the lens of your camera as he dove to pull you out of the path of the falling rubble you hadn’t seen coming at all. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but you’d definitely felt something when you’d looked into his eyes.

From then on, whenever he’d jump into action so did you. You became a regular Superman and Lois Lane. And something more. It started with playful banter and gradually evolved into straight up flirting. Flirting became dates, which became a relationship, which led to you moving in with he and his daughter. And in the middle of all that came the cheesiest love confession you’d ever heard.

“I can’t believe this entire time I’ve been dating a criminal.”

“You’ve lost me, Moreno.”

“You’re a no-good crook. Because you’ve stolen my heart.“

The only thing stronger than his powers is his love. The intensity of that force makes it all the more noticeable when you’re without it.

He’d only just returned from London last Friday after he and the team had defeated a hoard of alien body snatchers attempting to impersonate the British monarchy. Come Monday he was jetting off to Japan to deal with a Kaiju situation. It’s now Thursday and you’ve heard barely a word since he’d left again.

***

Missy waves goodbye from the back of Mrs. Miracle Guy’s (you really should learn her name) minivan and you brace yourself for another lonely night in. A little leftover Chinese, a cozy set of pajamas, and some light Netflix binging are in order. After a very long, very warm shower.

You stand beneath the pounding spray, letting it wash every last worry out of your tense muscles and weary bones. There they go spiraling down the drain; every “I hope he’s okay” and each “Is he getting enough rest?”

The water has just started to grow cold when the shower curtain parts and you feel a hand wrapping around your own.

“I’m home, hon—“

“INTRUDER!!”

You deliver a swift roundhouse kick to the thin barrier between you and your unwelcome guest and feel your foot connect with something on the other side—Stomach? Chest? Testicles?—followed by a groaning exhalation of air.

The force of your maneuver, coupled with the slipperiness of the inside of the tub has you teetering through the curtain—yanking it from its rings on the way down—and spiraling out of the shower and landing atop your attacker in a wet heap of torn fabric and damp nudity.

“Listen here, criminal scum! My boyfriend’s a superhero. He could kick your ass into a coma if I give the word,” you threaten, hoping he won’t realize how empty that threat is at the moment.

“Oh, I’m aware,” the assailant wheezes.

That voice, even breathless, is familiar. You fumble with the downed curtain and liner to find the man buried beneath.

“Marcus?!”

“Surprise.”

“You’re home?”

“I’m home.”

Your fear turns to joy in the fraction of a second. “Oh, my God, I missed you! How are you? Where did I kick you?”

“Missed you, too, exhausted, and I think you know exactly where you kicked me.”

You offer him an apology before leaning down eagerly for a kiss before realizing that he’s smeared head to toe in some kind of purple goop.

“And what is this?”

“That,” he sighs, “would be kaiju guts.”

“You just….decided to fly home like that, huh?”

You help him sit up and listen to the symphony of cracks, pops, and grunts his exhausted body makes.

“I pretty much just walked right off the battlefield. I just couldn’t take it anymore, sweetheart. I teleported home and left the others to deal with the mess. Which I realize, now that I’m saying it out loud, was a total dick move.”

“Three days just to kill one rampaging giant lizard?”

“Four. It had babies.”

“No wonder you’re exhausted.”

He looks so tired; body, mind, and soul. The world is running him too ragged. Still—and this is one of the truly amazing things you love about Marcus Moreno—his still musters enough residual energy to give you a smile.

“I missed you, sweetheart.”

You give him that kiss you’d been holding onto. Monster goo be damned. “I missed you, too, you goof.”

“Where’s Missy?”

Once again ignoring the purple gore slicking his skin, you lean into him and wrap your arms around his neck. Good thing you’re naked because that will really help to drive your next words home.

“She happens to be at a sleepover. So, maybe, you and I could have one of our own.” You throw in a seductive eyebrow waggle as a bonus.

“Oh, yeah? You’d want me like this? Covered in essence of Godzilla?”

“Watch how casually you toss around the “G” name. You don’t wanna add copyright infringement to your list of stressors, do you?”

“Right,” he snorts.

“And Marcus Moreno, I will take you any way I can possibly have you. That includes covered in monster muck or worse.”

He returns your kiss with one he’s been waiting to give you since he walked out the door on Monday.

“You have me, sweetheart. But before that ‘sleepover’ gets underway, I really would like a shower.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place.”

***

One hour later you’re both in your coziest jammies and sagging onto the sofa, curling your bodies together like two puzzle pieces finally uniting to form the perfect picture.

“Hey, wait a second. Why is Apple saying we’re on episode eight of ‘Ted Lasso’? We’d only just watched episode four before I left.”

“That is….most peculiar,” you shrug.

“Baby. You didn’t.”

“Um…it was Missy.”

“You watched ‘Ted Lasso’ without me?”

You beg forgiveness with your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Betrayal!!”

“We can rewatch together!”

“That doesn’t make it hurt less!”

You missed this. The playful squabbling, the cuddling and closeness. The you, the him, the we and the us. Nothing feels right when you aren’t together. But no matter the distance or the days between you he’ll always come home, so long as you’re there waiting.

Ted and his soccer team believe in “Believe”. You believe in Marcus.

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#pedro pascal #marcus moreno #we can be heroes #fluff #fic request

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 9 months

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write poll game

tagged by @psychedelic-ink thank you so much!!

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got.

there are 5 more wips lol

NP Tags: @wheresarizona @whiskeynwriting @the-scandalorian @oonajaeadira @darkroastjoel @lavendertales @chaoticgeminate @guess-my-next-obsession

#fic games #write poll game

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aew-kun-age-regression · 1 year

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-Miscellaneous Masterslist-

Moodboards

Caregiver!Jack (Mary Poppins returns)

Blues Clues Moodboard

Regressor!Flora (Winx Club)

Regressor!Aisha (Winx Club)

Caregiver!Rick O'Connell, Caregiver!Evelyn O'Connell (The Mummy)

Regressor!Bloom (Winx Club)

Caregiver!Amity (The Owl House)

Regressor!Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Caregiver!Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters)

Caregiver!Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Caregiver!Legend of Zelda

Caregiver!Mario (The Super Mario Brothers)

(🌈) Moodboard

Caregiver!Agent Whiskey (Kingsman the golden circle)

Red Themed Cat Moodboard

(🩵⭐🌕🪐🌙🌠) Moodboard

(🫧) Moodboard

Caregiver!Reno Raines & Bobby Sixkiller (Renegade)

(🐋🐬🪼🦈) Moodboard

Caregiver!Marcus Moreno (We can be heroes)

Regressor!Tecna (Winx Club)

Regressor!Musa (Winx Club)

Regressor!Stella (Winx Club)

Bear in the big blue house Moodboard

Bluey Moodboard

Caregiver!Josh (Blues Clues)

Caregiver!Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Space Moodboard

Beach Moodboard

Dinosaur Moodboard

Leonardo Moodboard (Rottmnt)

Orange Stimboard

Blues Clues Stimboard

Caregiver!Josh (Blues Clues)

The Wizard of Oz Moodboard

(Birthday) Blues Clues Moodboard

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

Regressor!Cheryl Blossom (Riverdale)

Pumpkin Glow Build A Bear StimBoard

Regressor!Sebastian Mcclane (Law and Order)

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot StimBoard (Gotham)

Regressor!Sebastian Mcclane StimBoard (Law and Order)

Caregiver!James Conrad StimBoard (Kong, Skull Island)

Caregiver!Adam Mintock + Caregiver!Jet Slootmaekers + Little!Sebastian Mcclane (Law and Order)

Regressor!King Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Regressor!Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Siren Themed StimBoard

Star Trek Themed Moodboard

Regressor!Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Caregiver!Aethelwold (The Last Kingdom)

Caregiver!Edward Nygma (Gotham)

Regressor!Rowan Laslow (Wednesday)

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

Blue StimBoard (Blues Clues)

Regressor!10th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Regressor!Kenneth Hutch (StarSky and Hutch -2004)

Regressor!Peewee Herman

Regressor!11th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Caregiver!Arnold Rimmer + Regressor!Dave Lister (Red Dwarf)

Caregiver!Kryten (Red Dwarf)

Regressor!Charlie Hudson (Hudson & Rex)

Caregiver!Commander Mills (65)

Regressor!Wolf Pup Geralt Of Rivia + Caregiver!Jaskier (The Witcher)

Regressor!10th Doctor StimBoard (Doctor Who)

Caregiver!Commander Mills (65) (Fem Themes)

Caregiver!Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven Themed

Caregiver!Albert Wesker StimBoard (Resident Evil)

Regressor!Arnold Rimmer (Red Dwarf)

FNAF animatronics (FNAF Movie)

Caregiver!William Tell (The Card Counter)

Blue Themed Moodboard

Caregiver!Jareth (Labyrinth)

Rumple Buttercup Moodboard

Wolf Themed StimBoard

My Favourite Activities Themed Moodboard

Flip!Christian (Moulin Rouge)

Caregiver!Indiana Jones (Indiana Jones)

Story/Fanfics

Caregiver!Platonic!Five Hargreaves x Little!Reader (Means the world to me..)

Headcannons

Playlists

Art

DNI Banner

Bingo, Bluey (bluey)

Dr Flug (villainous)

Bill Hazledine (suburban shootout)

Lloyd (lego ninjago)

Glam (metal family), Papa/Copia (ghost band)

Norman (my friendly neighborhood)

A bear

Dr Habit (smile for me)

Cuddle bear family (calico critters)

Paci Icon

Socks & Muffin (Bluey)

Ghoulia Yelps (Monster High)

Hello Kitty (Hello Kitty)

Luigi (Super Mario Brothers)

Winx Club Main Six (Winx Club)

Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael & Mikey (TMNT Mutant Mayhem)

Simon Petrikov (Adventure Time)

11th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Diego Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)

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nobedofroses · 2 years

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Day 5: Phone Sex

pairing: Marcus Moreno x fem!reader

warnings: phone sex ish, edging mention, a bit of a sir kink

words: 757

a/n: also not very explicit, but still hot i think

Last, Full List, Next

🎃🎃🎃

Early into your relationship with Marcus, it was hard to get alone time very often with the demands of both of your jobs and Missy, his daughter. You had met Missy before and had dinner with the two of them often, but weren’t to the point of doing sleepovers while she was at home. The only time you had been able to spend the entire night with him, either at his or yours, was when she was at a sleepover of her own.

But that wasn’t often enough to either of your likings. And the most common solution was good old phone sex.

You would’ve been reluctant to do it had he just suggested it, but it had developed naturally one night when you were on the phone and happened to mention how his voice made you feel. From there, Marcus had told you how much he wanted to feel your pussy on his cock, and it had escalated until you both came by your own hands but because of each other’s words.

Now it was routine. You’d call each other every night to say good night, and, unless one of you was absolutely bone tired, the conversation would always drift slowly towards sex.

Tonight, you were planning on skipping all the pretense. You had seen Marcus after work for a drink and he looked so good. Broad shoulders, strong arms, all visible underneath his plain t-shirt. Hair all messily perfect and his warm eyes underneath his glasses that you always insisted were incredibly handsome (because they were). And, oh fuck, his hands, hands that always knew exactly how to touch you. They had looked so good holding his beer and felt so nice resting on your thigh as you talked.

It was those hands that made you say, “Marcus, I need you,” as soon as he picked up the phone.

There was a pause before he said, “Hi, honey, I didn’t expect you to call so soon. Missy’s not feeling well, so I’m in the kitchen making some tea with the phone on speaker. Luckily, she’s in her room.”

“Oh my gosh, Marcus, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think, I didn’t mean—”

Marcus’ warm laugh cut you off as he said, “It’s okay, it’s my fault for putting you on speaker. Especially at night. I know how you can get.”

You gasped lightly, “That is not fair, you’re just as bad!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re off speaker by the way, if you wanna continue what you were saying earlier,” Marcus told you, sounding way too self-satisfied for the situation.

“Like hell I can, Marcus. I’m not sending you back to your daughter with a halfie. And I’m not going to start something unless you can finish it. I’m not gonna torture myself like that,” you said haughtily.

Marcus hummed and then slowly asked you, “What if… you did do that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Missy’s not bad enough to need me much longer. She’ll fall asleep soon enough. But while I take care of her, you could… start the process on your end. So long as you don’t finish it,” he told you, his voice getting a little stern with the last sentence.

You shivered and breathed, “You– you really want me to do that?”

“If you want to, honey. I’d very much like it if when I call you back you’re all desperate and whiny and begging for me,” his voice got darker and you moaned just at his words.

He’d really gotten more dominant with you over the past week or so, talking with you about what you liked and what you were comfortable with, and you hadn’t expected to like it this much. Somehow he knew exactly what to say to make desire flame through you.

“Y-yes, I’ll do that, I can do that, Marcus. Promise you’ll call back as soon as you can? Oh, but make sure Missy is okay and give her my love, okay?” your voice was a little shaky with anticipation that you wanted to hang up as soon as possible so you could relieve it a little.

“I’ll tell her. And I will take as long as I want to, honey. Even if it means making you wait all night. But I know you’ll keep touching yourself for me, won’t you? Because you’re a good girl, my good girl,” Marcus told you and you surprised yourself with a loud moan.

“Yes, I promise.”

“You promise, what?”

“I promise, sir.”

“Oh, good girl.”

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#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #smut #blurb #spooky smut 22 #nobedofroses

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odetodilfs · 1 year

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What I write for:

This post is supposed to be for my masterlist, but it needed remaking and the link stopped working anyway.

I will write:

Male reader (and characters obviously) Gender neutral reader Ftm reader (and characters)

I write smut, angst, fluff and drabbles!! (I'll write hispanic reader as well, but 99% of my works don't mention reader's race, but if you wanna request hispanic reader go ahead, I'm hispanic myself :) ) Fem readers can I guess see the fics as long as you don't fetishize the.... though I doubt why you'd wanna read them anyway? (This stops with Silva fics... please don't go on those!!)

Requests:

I'll signal if they're open or closed, but I'll prioritize my own ideas over them.

Please, I beg you on my knees that you say who tops and who bottoms if you do smut, I'll also write switching.

And PLEASE reblog my fics!! It takes two clicks, thank you.

PLEASE use your common logic and don't request disgusting kinks like piss, shit, etc

Kink list here

Fandoms:

Finally, onto what characters and fandoms I'll write for...

Joel Miller (TLOU) (No longer writing for) Agent Whiskey (Kingsman) Javier Peña (Narcos) Javi Gutiérrez (TUWOMT) Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble) Pero Tovar (The Great Wall) Dio Morissey (NYPD blue)

Marcus Moreno (We can be heroes) Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones) Ezra (Prospect)

Silva (SWOL) Steve Murphy (Narcos) Namor (Wakanda forever) Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Santiago García (triple frontier) Steven Grant (Moon knight) Marc Spector (Moon knight) Jake Lockley (Moon knight)

Miguel O'Hara (ATSV)

Jake (SWOL)

Non reader Pairings

Silva/Jake (Strange Way of Life) Poe Dameron/Finn (Star Wars) Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth (The Mandalorian) Frankie Morales/Santiago García (Triple Frontier)

#odetodilfs

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ladykatakuri · 2 years

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Stardust Reblog Challenge October 2022

Participating in this challenge, I will post the stories I have read in october in this list. Other lists can be found here on my Masterslist.

3rd:

Living the Unknown Dream, Hunter x F!Reader by: @nahoney22 NSFW

The Bad Batch - Dog Breed by: @zoeykallus SFW

TBB x F!Reader HC`s - Small Breasts by: @zoeykallus SFW ( partly suggestive )

TBB x Reader HC`s - Learning About Your Culture by: @zoeykallus SFW

Enemy Mine 6 - Choices, Hunter x F!Reader by @zoeykallus SFW/NSFW

Shadows and Shades Part 15, Crosshair x O.C by: @wild-karrde SFW

Prompt: Dirty Talk, Kix x F!Redaer by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

The Light Between Oceans Chapter One,Rex x F!Reader Fives x M!O.C Fives x F!O.C by: @rowansparrow NSFW

Rex - In Love and War 10, Rex x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

TBB x F!Reader HC`s - Not Made for Parenthood by : @zoeykallus SFW

TBB x Reader HC`s - Stay Hydrated! by: @zoeykallus SFW

House of Sins & Pleasures - I. Prologue: The Gentleman by: @princessxkenobi NSFW

In Perfect Light Chapter 33 & Epilogue, Crosshair x F!Reader by: @interstellarwraith NSFW

Sun & Rain Chapter 53, Hunter x F!O.C by: @photogirl894 SFW

Clonetober 2022, The Dare. Prompt: Kamino/Cadets by : @ladysongmaster SFW

TBB +Howzer x Reader HC`s - Your Proposal by: @zoeykallus SFW some suggestive parts.

TBB x Jedi F!Reader, A Work Of Art by: @zoeykallus SFW

Walk me Home Chapter 2, Wolffe x F!O.C Cherise by: @cyarbika NSFW

4th:

Kinktober 2022 Prompt: Floor Sex, Fem!Shepard x Zaeed Massani by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

House of Sins & Pleasures - II The Playboy, Ben Kenobi - Voice Kink by: @princessxkenobi NSFW

TBB + Rex + Howzer x F!Reader Naughty HC`s - Caught in the Act by: @zoeykallus NSFW

My Beloved Enemy 40 - Crosshair x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

TBB x Reader HC`s - Workout by: @zoeykallus SFW

Trigger Shot, Crosshair x F!Jedi Reader by: @jedimastersovi NSFW

5th:

The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors - Rex x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Like a Moth to a Flame - Victor x GN!Reader by: @zaunitearchives SFW

Taken Care Of - Tech x Reader by: @rainydaydream-gal18 SFW

6th:

Descend to the Dark Side - TBB x Jedi!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

TBB x Reader HC`s - Formally Dressed by: @zoeykallus SFW

Thanks for the Lesson 2 - Inexperienced Crosshair x Experienced F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Prompt: Glove Kink - Commander Fox x Senator Aid F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Day 6 Tentacles or: He Really is That in to You - Marcus Moreno x F!Reader by: @ezrasbirdie NSFW

It Will Be Okay - Jesse x F!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW with light suggestive mentions

Upside Down Chapter 33 - Various Characters x Various O.C by: @imabeautifulbutterfly SFW

Were.....Wolffe? Wolffepack were creature AU by: @ladysongmaster SFW

17th:

TBB x F!Reader Spicy HC`s Hot Tub by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Thank you for Loving Me, Tech x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

House of Sins and Pleasure, Poe Dameron x F!Reader by: @princessxkenobi NSFW

The Bad Batch + Rex/ Fives/ Kix/ Gregor/Jesse / Fox/ Cody/ Wolffe/ Maul x Reader HC's - That Little Touch by: @zoeykallus Suggestive

There, but for Grace..., Ghost Company Clonetober Fic by: @ladysongmaster SFW

When Hope and Despair Collide, Dogma x F!Reader by: @rain-on-kamino NSFW

Gar Cyare Chapter Four, Alpha17 x F!Reader by: @wanderinginksplot NSFW

@imabeautifulbutterfly@chaoticvampirejedi@hellothere-generalangsty@cyroku@reluctant-mandalore@uponrightful@zinzinina@saradika@galacticgraffiti@ashotofspotchka@dindjarindiaries@dinbeskarbaby@djarrex@djarinsbeskar@rowansparrow@photogirl894@rigelmoonshine@rigel-the-moonstrider@nahoney22@loth-wolffe@neon-junkie@bobafetts-princess@cyarbika@charnelhouse@zoeykallus@kin-rokku@jgvfhl@honestly-shite@here-comes-the-moose@dindjarindiaries@firstofficerwiggles@fictional-men-ruin-lives @ladysongmaster @lozalot @moonstrider9904@lorjukka@m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @rain-on-kamino @monako-jinn-stories @middimidoris

#stardust reblog challenge #October list for stardust reblog challenge

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