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spookyold-saintjm · 4 years

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Hi!I could I please have a character ship?I am an extreme introvert and can be shy and reserved at first but become outgoing and fun once I’m comfortable.I am a hopeless romantic and can love a little too hard. I enjoy painting and writing and spending endless hours watching movies.I have a sarcastic sense of humor, and I enjoy making people laugh.I am over protective about the people I love and will always put them first.Thank you so much for doing this!(the pilot series is a masterpiece btw)💙

Thank you for reading The Pilot! I really appreciate the support 😊

I ship you with Oberyn!

Oberyn had been silently admiring you for some time. While he wasn’t the type to be shy about what, or who, he wanted, he was quick to take note of your quiet, reserved nature. Each time his eyes happened to capture yours, you were quick to look away. You felt you had no place so openly locking stares with the prince, handsome and alluring as he may have been, and you would hastily find an excuse to initiate conversation with someone nearby as a distraction, or to leave his realm of sight entirely.

When his beckoning stares from afar didn’t appear to work on you (though you thought about the potential intrigue glinting behind his eyes far, far too often), he decided that he would approach you differently.

He found you one day in the gardens, slightly hunched over in focus on your writing as you’d been hit with a spark of inspiration amidst the slight breeze and bright sun of the afternoon. He couldn’t help but smile at the slightest furrow of your eyebrows and the gentle pursing of your lips as you concentrated on the words that were easily sprawling across the small collection of bound pages that rested in your lap as you sat beneath the shade of the trees by the glittering pond.

He greeted you softly, though the shock of having the prince standing before you, alone and unguarded and absolutely speaking to no one else but you made you jolt in surprise regardless. He was quick to apologize for startling you, and after a moment asked if he could perhaps join you in enjoying the afternoon.

You allowed it, of course. He was surprisingly gentle and polite, only asking you occasional questions about what you were writing, about your day, about yourself, but did most of the talking himself until you were eventually comfortable enough to speak with him more openly. You both agreed to meet like this more often.

Things seemed to naturally fall into place after that. Conversation with the prince flowed naturally once you begun to see the truth of the man beyond the rumors that you’d always been told about him, and the first time you had gotten the courage to quip back some snarky response at a long-winded story he’d been in the midst of sharing with you, his flash of stunned silence quickly followed by his full, deep laugh filled you with a warmth that you didn’t know was possible to experience outside of fairytales.

As your relationship grew, Oberyn showered you not only with the most devoted and passionate physical affection, but with all gifts and the best meals and elaborate clothing and anything he knew your heart desired even though you didn’t truly ask for much aloud. You’d nearly burst into tears when he’d shown you the space he’d reserved as a studio for you to devote yourself to your art, softly lit and fully stocked with any supplies you would ever need.

When you’d seemed so surprised by the gesture, he couldn’t quite understand why. After all, you were the absolute world to him, more precious than any treasure he could possibly possess. It was only the smallest gesture of admiration for how endlessly devoted your love was for him and his family, just as he so ardently loved you, his precious and fiery flower.

Ship requests are currently CLOSED.

#oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell x you #oberyn martell fic #game of thrones fic #pedro pascal character ships #thisisthe-way #i actually haven't watched game of thrones but i read a lot of oberyn stuff so hopefully this is okay lol

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pikemoreno · 4 years

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I would love a reader insert for Din please!I’m female,5’6,dark brown hair/eyes.I have somewhat a curvy figure.I am a introvert and can be shy at first but become outgoing and fun when I’m comfortable.I’m a hopeless romantic and crave intimacy. I love writing and spending hours watching movies.I have a sarcastic sense of humor, and I enjoy making people laugh.I am over protective about the people I love and will do anything for. I love having long conversations and talking about life. Thank you!

i gotchu boo!!

Din was never much of a conversationalist. There was no reason to be. In fact, it was dangerous to be. The less he spoke, the better. One word too many and maybe he gives away a little too much about where he comes from or his work or the Tribe or any number of things that could make him lose a job or, worse, his life. Frankly, it wasn’t exactly difficult for him to remain taciturn. There wasn’t anyone he remotely wanted to share his life with. The ill intent of anyone asking him about himself was plain to him. Anyone curious about him was not expressing genuine interest in him, but in what they could hope to gain.

That is, until you. It was terrifying to him at first, how you asked him questions. He just could not figure you out. You had no motive and the questions begged for information that was nothing short of unimportant. He couldn’t say he’d ever been asked about life outside of his work or his creed. Minute things that he supposed “normal” people talked about across a dinner table or over pillows at night. Not that he was thinking about that now. Not yet anyway.

He got used to it after a while. Shared space for days on end eased his anxious mind and revealed your intentions to be entirely pure. It still catches him off guard, that someone genuinely cares about him and how he’s feeling and what he’s thinking. He never said so out loud, that he felt comfortable around you like he never had around anyone before. It became blatantly obvious to you as the time drew on and you graduated from getting one word answers to phrases, then sentences, then paragraphs and minutes and hours. He didn’t point out the moment when he trusted you enough to start opening, but you could feel it. The whole feeling of the Razor Crest changed. You saw him noticeably relax, breathe, probably for the first time in a while. And it was. He couldn’t remember being so comfortable around someone. You made it so easy. Everything was easy with you: sharing stories and deepest secrets, laughing, physical affection, and, yeah, whispered conversations over pillows at night.

still accepting insert requests

#bri writes #insert game #thisisthe-way #thanks for giving me social interaction

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iamburdened · 3 years

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Reader’s Masterlist #6

Not my stories. Just my favorites from other writers. All credits and support to the original artists.

IMPORTANT: like and REBLOG all the fanfics you read to support the writers, please.

If you liked the fanfic, tell the writer. They will be in cloud nine with your compliment! Show support!

* = NSFW

Link to all my masterlist (+Din, + Marcus, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Draco Malfoy, Loki, Shawn Mendes, Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Angus McGyver, Newt Scamander, George Weasley)

DIN DJARIN X READER (THE MANDALORIAN)

Your gentle touch @certifiedskywalker

Summary: Dyn is forgetting his old ways but, with clear eyes, he finds something he didn’t know that he was missing out on.

Hopes and dreams @certifiedskywalker

Summary: She’s literally a pure angel and they’re in love with each other. She holds the baby and he says mama and inside his helmet he’s thinking about marrying her.

Dating Din Djarin would include @certifiedskywalker

Summary: what the title says, baby

NSFW Alphabet * @no-droids

Summary: ya know

Touch it softly @dindjarindiaries

Summary: When you invite Din to play with your hair, you both get a little more than lost in the moment. (iamburdened's note: it's so cute you will die)

Everything I wanted @dindjarindiaries

Summary: You’re trapped inside a Din x Omera love triangle, struggling to get to your lover who’s entranced with your new host. (iamburdened's note: we all have read some angst shit with Omera, so I assure you this is worthy your time and the pain it will make you feel)

Masterlist @dindjarindiaries

Summary: this is paradise, bitches. Jump in head first!

The War @thisisthe-wayson

Summary: Din, baby Yoda and reader in a snow ball fight? Sign me the hell up!

The Ghost @evendeadlmthehero

Summary: you are a blind assassin who was sent to capture a 50 year old target. You then become the target’s number one guardian, protecting him from bounty hunters like The Mandalorian himself. (iamburdened's note: you HAVE to read this, I don't even care! This is the most badass reader I've ever read.)

And he is one with me @softpedropascal

Summary: soft shortie one about the face reveal we all love.

Hold me while you wait @ohwaitimthewriter

Summary: Din is in love, Din is the best, blind!reader, first kiss. Have I convinced you to read it yet?

Masterlist @ohwaitimthewriter

Summary: absolutely amazing!

The Artist @no-droids-allowed

Summary: Din is after a bounty, a force sensitive artist. When he finds her, surprise! All her painting are his face. Turns out they are soulmates!

Untitled omega!Din x alpha!reader * @mikeisthricedeceased

Summary: this is a part 2, BUT this is where the spicy stuff is so I am recommending it. Come on, it's omega Din Djarin. You want to see what happens.

Gone and fallen in love @propertyofdindjarin

Summary: Din being a cute dad, accidental confession.... if I tell you I think about this from time to time will I convince you to read it? So cute!

Cyar'ika and brown eyes * @thedevilwearsbeskar

Summary: din’s always had a nickname for you - and thanks to your new friend miggs mayfeld, the mandalorian now has one too.

Everything I need @thedevilwearsbeskar

Summary: din has to rethink his life plans how that you’re by side - not that he’s complaining.

Mine @thefanbasewhore

Summary: Din says goodbye to reader and Grogu but once they are reunited Din has mixed feels about the situation, jealous of Luke.

Mine part 2 * @thefanbasewhore

Summary: Din shows you who you belong to just to discover something life changing.

Masterlist @absurdthirst

Summary: I recommend everything here.

More Din Djarin recommendations here

Get used to this gif because it's one of the only 5 we have of Marcus and all fics use it!

MARCUS PIKE X READER (THE MENTALIST)

Just say yes * @heatherbel

Summary: LISTEN UP! This is a MUST READ! I am pretty confident that the internet was invented jut so ART like this could be shared to poor humanity. I wish I could read it for the first time every damn day! No, it's not a proposal fic, the title has other meaning (super cool also). How to summarize it? Marcus goes on a vacation on Italy months after the Lisbon disaster and he finds you. Go read it!

Say you want me * @heatherbel

Summary: it’s the second part of the piece of art above. Another masterpiece worthy of your time and obsession. I want to die after reading something so good. Sweet Lord! (Dear, author, you own my heart)

Dreams * @absurdthirst

Summary: this is the classic "I had a sex dream about you and now I am awkward" BUT the way it's done makes it perfect. God, I think about this one more often than I should.

Apples & lattes * @forever-rogue

Summary: 7k words of pure fluff with agent Pike. First meeting, first dates... oh, to live a cute life with Marcus....

Missing Piece @aerynwrites

Summary: baby talk with our favorite FBI agent.

A love in bloom @opheliaelysia

Summary: The flowers mean ‘good morning’, and so much more.

What's in a name? @ficsilike-reblogged

Summary: The five times Marcus Pike tries to learn your name and the one time he actually does. (iaburâened's note: so cute and amazing how they progressed and Marcus nickname for her???? Just kill me already!)

Apple Pie and Chai @artemiseamoon

Summary: it's smolders and it is precious. Marcus being insecure and getting validation is what we need in this fandom.

A good thing @mellowswriting

Summary: cute pregnancy reveal.

Masterlist @dindjarindiaries

Summary: I recommend absolutely everything here.

Little things Marcus loves @dindjarindiaries

Summary: things you do that Marcus loves. AKA Marcus getting the love he fucking deserves.

Gold @uselessbiwrites

Summary: Your favorite mornings were always the ones where Marcus woke up first. (iamburdened's note: artist!Marcus! I repeat! Artist!Marcus!)

Heaven @mellowswriting

Summary: dad!Marcus, happy!Marcus, getting what he deserves!Marcus.

We'll always have Paris @fromthedeskoftheraven

Summary: sap moments with the cliche romance thing king.

Like magic @mellowswriting

Summary: Marcus being showered in love (ha, did you get it?) just how he fucking deserves!

Ring * @say-al0e

Summary: Marcus Pike really enjoys being married. One of his favorite things? Seeing the ring on your finger. But what he doesn’t seem to realize is that you’re just as happy to see the ring on his finger. (AKA literally just smut that involves fingering and rings.) (iamburdened's note: this is the most canon kink for him, isn't it?)

Masterlist @absurdthirst

Summary: yes, again!

The portrait of love @writings-of-a-hufflepuff

Summary: When Marcus takes to you a work gala for the first time, he just expects a nice night chatting with colleagues and being proud to have his partner on his arm. He’s in truth a little bit worried that you’ll get bored hearing him talk about the latest art recoveries, truthfully, there’s nothing you enjoy more than listening to Marcus talk passionately about something.

As time goes by * @absurdthirst

Summary: After Teresa, Marcus is hesitant to jump back into the dating world, so you propose a friends with benefits situation that works, until it doesn’t. (my note: 7k of Marcus Pike. Paradise)

More Marcus Pike recommendations here

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Sugar and Spice [Maxwell Lord x Reader] - Chapter 10

Summary: When you are evicted from your apartment by your toxic ex boyfriend and have no place to go, who do you turn to? Alone in the city as the countdown to Christmas begins, you find yourself applying for a job as the assistant of the world’s biggest entrepreneur; Maxwell Lord. Little do you know, he has other intentions for you. No doubt about it, this Christmas will truly be like no other.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Smut, mentions of a previous verbally abusive relationship, typical 80s misogyny (but very little of it), mentions of food and drink, alcohol consumption. This is a sugardaddy x sugarbaby fic soooo… a daddy k!nk too oops.

But in this chapter - allusions to sex, slow burn and slight angst.

MASTERLIST

PREVIOUS - CHAPTER TEN - NEXT

You hadn't heard Maxwell's faint whisper when he had gotten into the car. You had, however, acknowledged Jeeves brief nod of affirmation when Maxwell sank bank into his seat and clicked his seat belt in place before taking hold of your hand and pressing gentle, comforting kisses along your knuckles. Jeeves had taken the long way back to the penthouse, or so you assumed. There were plenty of detours, and pretty soon you realised he was actually driving you away from the bustling city. Pearly white snow lapped the landscape around you as he drove down the long road, framed by tall bare trees.

"We're leaving the city?" you asked Maxwell, leaning your head into his shoulder. "I thought we were going home."

"We are." Maxwell replied and you furrowed your eyebrows in bewilderment, but opted not to say another word. You didn't need to. You trusted him. The rest of the journey was spent in comfortable silence, you and Max just glad to be in each other's presence once more.

Finally, Jeeves pulled up outside a huge white mansion with pillars bigger than you had ever seen before. It was magnificent, unlike anything you had ever seen before. Your hand not leaving his, Maxwell helped you out of the car and walked you to the front door, reaching into his pants pocket for the keys and unlocking it in one swift movement.

"This is- this is-" you were speechless.

"My home," Maxwell replied with a smile, carefully guiding you into the lobby. You wiped the icy water from your winter boots on the mat before following him down the hallway and into the front room. It was enormous, carpeted. A gorgeous marble fireplace and oil paintings hung up on every corner. Maxwell took a spare key from a fruit bowl and handed it to you. "And, your home. If you'd like."

"Wh- what are you proposing?" you quizzed, your eyes flicking between the silver key and Maxwell.

"I'd feel better knowing that you were here, safe. No one will harass you and you'll be way out of Tristan's reach. Although I'm inclined to believe that he'll be locked away for a very long time. I guess what I'm trying to say is…" Maxwell took a deep, nervous breath. "Move in with me?"

"Here?" your eyes were comically wide in disbelief.

"I understand if you don't like the idea. If you think it's too soon…"

You swung your arms around Maxwell and hugged him tight, burying your face into the warmth of his chest. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you back. "Yes." you mumbled happily, trying your hardest to hold back tears.

Maxwell spent a good hour giving you a grand tour of the house, and you were enamoured with the sight of every single room. Maxwell loved seeing how awestruck you were. This was all completely normal to him, but you helped him recognise how privileged he was to have such luxury. Maxwell took both of your hands when you had reached the final room of the house, his bedroom. "I know I told you I don't share a bed with… with…" you raised an eyebrow. "You know," he shrugged nervously and you nodded your head understandingly. "But I- I just think it might be nice if…"

You smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek before scowering around and checking out your beautiful bedroom which you shared with Maxwell Lord.

"I can't wait to get settled in." You admitted, your eyes sparkling.

"There is something I have to tell you…" Maxwell frowned and you looked at him with concern. Was this it? Was he finally going to admit his feelings? You had to say it back.

"Me too." you nodded confidently. "But, you first." You said with a small smile and Maxwell took a deep breath.

"I have a business trip and… I'll be out of town for the week leading up until Christmas. I leave tomorrow." Your heart sank. That was not what you were expecting at all. "But if you want me to stay… I can postpone until January. I mean, it'll be hard but- you've been through a lot and. If there's anything you need…"

"Oh," you couldn't help but reply, your brain desperately fumbling to collect the right words. "No, that's okay. I understand." you smiled weakly. You knew how much Maxwell valued his business, and that was okay. You just thought he was going to at least mention his drunken revelation from the previous night.

"I'm glad," Maxwell responded, and there was a short silence. "Uh- do you have plans for Christmas?" Maxwell asked and you shook your head. "Because, I don't really do anything on Christmas but I wouldn't want you to be alone. So maybe…"

You smiled. "You don't do anything on Christmas?" you asked curiously. Maxwell took your hand and pulled you down onto the bed.

"Uh, no. My dad loved Christmas. When I was a kid we'd do all kinds of cool stuff but after he passed… it just wasn't the same. My mother didn't make an effort. Sometimes she'd even leave me with the nanny while she travelled to New York to be with her friends." Maxwell explained, and you appreciated the fact he had most likely never revealed so much information to anyone before.

"That's awful, I'm so sorry." you whispered, leaning into his lap.

"Part of me doesn't want to leave you," Maxwell admitted. "Tomorrow- I mean… but it's Simon Stagg from Stagg Industries. Shit, if I don't go I could lose investment."

"It's okay," you reassured Max who simply just sighed. "I'll miss you."

You felt nervous. It was the first time you had been with Maxwell in such close proximity since realising your true feelings for him. And Max felt the same.

He placed his big hand on your face and ran his finger over your lower lip. "Well, let's make tonight count." he said, his voice low and husky as he leaned in and pressed a passionate kiss into you.

***

You were the first to wake up in the morning as the golden sunlight seeped through your curtains and highlighted your body. It didn't take long for you to realise that you were wrapped in Maxwell's arms, your head buried into his chest as you recalled the amazing night you had before. He was still asleep, light snores escaping his lips and you felt comfort in hearing his heartbeat. You felt safe, like you could live in the moment forever. You also realised this was the first time you had shared a bed with Max— slept together. It was a big deal, especially knowing how he had previously felt about such a thing.

There was one thing still praying on your mind. You and Max had yet to discuss what had been said the night of the gala. You had been desperately waiting for him to bring it up and reaffirm it. Tell you that he did in fact love you. But he hadn't. And you didn't know why. You tried to be optimistic, but it was easy to believe that maybe he wasn't bringing it up because he just didn't feel the same way. Maybe he thought he loved you, but his words were just induced by the actions of his mother, and Bruce, and a landslide consumption of alcohol.

You spent a few moments thinking about it, anxiety twisting in your stomach as you shuffled around uncomfortably. You felt like you had to get out of Max's confined grip; you felt like you couldn't breathe. Max mumbled something incoherent as you broke free and rolled out of bed, rubbing your eyes and grabbing Max's robe to cover your naked body.

"Good morning," he mumbled groggily, adjusting his vision to focus on you. You paced around backwards and forwards by the foot of the bed. "Are you okay?" he quizzed, sensing your stress.

You wanted to say it— you wanted to confront him. Your mouth opened but before you could speak, Kenneth came running in. "Sir, your carpool to the airport is waiting outside."

"Airport?" you raised an eyebrow. "Max, where is the business meeting?"

Max sighed, rubbing his head. "Uh, London," he replied quietly and your eyes went comically wide.

"London?!" you repeated, your voice a little too high and a little too loud. When Max said he was going out of town, you thought he meant a different state at furthest… not a different continent!

"I- I will call you from the hotel every night," Max promised, sitting up and pressing his hands together. "I'll be home for Christmas. And you'll be safe here." Max cleared his throat and turned to Kenneth. "Uh, Ken, do you think we could get a little privacy?" Max requested and Kenneth nodded his head before leaving the room.

Max crawled out of bed and sat you down. "I don't have to go. Just say the words and I won't go." he told you quietly.

"I don't want to be the person who gets between you and your work," you replied sadly. "I'll be okay. Just- I'll miss you."

Max nodded understandingly, taking his wallet from the nightstand and pulling out one of the many Black Gold Cooperative business credit cards he owned. He placed it in your hands. "Remember darling, you want for nothing."

You appreciated the gesture, but the feeling of his credit card in your hand made you feel sick to your stomach. It reminded you that you were just his sugar baby. Nothing more. And as you watched Maxwell leave for his last minute business trip, you realised you might never be anything more.

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Sugar and Spice: @100layersofdaddyissues @mrschiltoncat @honeymandos @thisisthe-wayson @this-cat-is-dea @blonde2bomshell @maiyaaaa0130 @autumnleaves1991-blog @justanotherblonde23 @softly-sad @laaadygisbooornex3 @kaelyn-lobrutto24

Permanent: @supernaturalgirl @phoenixhalliwell @ah-callie @luvzoria @stardust-galaxies @wickedfrsgrl @goth-topic @nerdypinupcrystal @wonderfulfluffer @kiwi-the-first @pedroepascal @castiel-barnes @honeymandos @rocketqueen @ladycumberbatchofcamelot @dybalalover10 @girl-obsessed-with-things @elena-myth

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #maxwell lord #max lord #maxwell lord x reader #max lord x reader #ww84 #wonder woman 1984

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codenamewitcher · 3 years

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codenamewitcher’s Weekly Fanfic Recs for Dec. 27, 2020 - Jan. 2, 2021

Din Djarin

Explosion (Oneshot) by @anetteaneta Din Djarin x F!Reader, the Reader wasn’t able to escape an explosion going off in time. Warnings: injured reader, pregnant reader, hospital visit, does contains spoilers for the Child’s name.

Din helping you with migraines (Headcanons) by @thisisthe-wayson Din Djarin x Reader. Warnings: none other than the reader having a migraine.

Untitled work (Drabble) by @avenging-fandoms Din Djarin x Reader, the Razor Crest gets wreaked on an icy planet. Warnings: none it just short and cute.

What Din You Just Say (Oneshot) by @pcrushinnerd Din Djarin x Reader, the Child picks up a naughty words, Din hears it and has his suspicions on who the Child heard it from. Warnings: contains spoilers for the Child’s name, language.

reunited (Oneshot) by @remmysbounty Din Djarin x Reader, the Reader and Din were once close and after the Empire caused them to separate, they found each other once again. Warnings: none.

Javier Peña

Angels of Mercy (Multiple Parts) @maharani-radha-writes Narco!Javier Peña x F!Reader, the Reader works within the DEA and somehow manages to get a different kind of attention from a narco. Warnings: alcohol, smoking, drug mentions, mentions of sex, stalkerish tendencies, violence, kidnapping, torture, language.

Woman (Multiple Parts) by @steeeeeeeviebb Javier Peña x F!Reader, the Reader just joined the DEA in Colombia and finds that getting her footing their isn’t so easy and that the past always finds a way to show itself. Warnings: slow burn, violence, language, misogyny, alcohol, suggestive content and language, mentions of death, angst, smut, injuries, PTSD, panic attacks, mentions of abortion

Our Man in Medellín (Oneshot) by @soylaprincessa Javier Peña x Reader, Javi has a bad day and the reader is there to comfort him. Warnings: mentions of a child’s death, language

Oberyn Martell

Rulers Make Bad Lovers (Multiple Parts) by @revolution-starter Oberyn Martell x F!Reader, If you like GOT and Sandal this is the fic for you as the Reader works as a political fixer. Warnings: language, politics, adult content, references to sex and abuse.

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 3 years

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The Next One’s on You

A/N: This came out of nowhere and now it’s my first mini series. A series of moments in the life of Maxwell Lord and reader around drinks. Let me know if you would like to be added to a tag-list. Thank you to @thisisthe-wayson for listening to me ramble about this! :D This will be five chapters total!

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F! Reader

Warning: 18 + for language and smut in later chapters.

Taglist: @josepedropascal @heythere-mel @mrschiltoncat @oldstuffnewstuff @justanotherblonde23 @yespolkadotkitty My Masterlist

Chapter 1: Triple Espresso.

“Triple espresso, hot, scalding hot,” you look up from where you are crouched under the counter putting away the extra milk to see a hand smack down, the golden ring on his pinky glittering under the cheap fluorescents.

“I’ll be with you in just a moment sir,” you finish your task and hear the obvious displeasure as he sighs, his ring impatiently tapping on the counter.

You brush yourself off, and go wash your hands quickly before grabbing your pen and turning to take the order. When you look at the customer you stop. Holy shit, Maxwell Lord is standing before you. His blonde hair gleams not a single strand out of place, sunglasses resting on the edge of his distinctive nose, and his broad shoulders enveloped in an expensive suit. The whole outfit probably cost more than your rent for the next three months.

You shake your head and smile, “I’m sorry about the wait sir, what can I get you this beautiful morning?”

“Triple espresso, scalding hot,” he pushes a ten across the counter and walks away. Sitting down at one of the single seater tables he grabs the business section of the paper and cracks it open. The sound echoes off the walls of the empty shop, the morning rush long over.

You put the grounds into the machine and turn it on to the hottest setting, staring intently at him as it brews. He never removes the sunglasses, his knee crossed over shows off a pair of black and pink polka dot socks, his coat unbuttoned revealing a solid colored vest and brightly patterned tie beneath it. Lips turned down into a frown as he reads something he doesn’t like snapping the paper shut. He gazes over at you, eyes running up and down your body, “See something you like?”

You jump and pull the brew from the machine and into the paper cup, bringing it over to him. Palms sweaty you brush them against your pants before ringing them together, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“Yes,” he finally removes the sunglasses and gazes up at you, “What do I have to do to fuck you?”

Your jaw drops, eyes blinking rapidly, “excuse me?” you stutter.

“It’s been awhile and you’re beautiful so what’s the price? Diamonds? Money?” he folds the newspaper and leans back in the chair taking the paper cup.

You snap your jaw closed, and lean back crossing your arms scoffing, “You can’t be fucking serious?”

“I am serious,” you watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. The strong neck clenching as he smiles catching you watching. You take a step back, “I am not some cheap whore you can just buy for a few hours of pleasure. Who the hell do you think you are?”

He stands and towers over you taking a step closer, “Maxwell Lord the fourth,” he says it so confidently his eyes beaming, “And I never used the word cheap, you would be well compensated.”

“We’ll come back to the part where you didn’t deny you see me as a whore,” you spit out, “But let me tell you something Maxwell Lord the fourth, I don’t give a damn who you are. You can take your fancy suits, espresso, and sunglasses and get the hell out of here!” You point towards the door where you notice two guards in suits are planted outside.

He rolls his eyes, “I saw you watching me, you think I’m attractive why don’t we just go out to my car and you can suck my dick and then if you’re a good girl I’ll let you fuck me.” He smiles and gestures toward the door again.

You spin around grabbing the nearest item and chucking it at him. The cup explodes as it hits his chest and sprays his face in the leftover latte. He rubs at his eyes and then looks at you incredulously, “In your dreams,” you hiss going into the back room and slamming the door.

You lean against it and slide down putting your head in your hands, “Fuck,” you whisper, “I am so fired,” you knead your eyes. What a fucking prick. The tinkle from the bell at the door rings and you hustle to look through the small window in the door. Barely catching the tail end of him as he slides into the limo, peeling away from the curb with a squeal.

You grab the mop and bucket from the closet, and walk back out to the shop. The creamy sickly sweet drink drips off the edge of the table and onto the floor. You wipe down the remaining and mop up the rest. The rest of the day goes by uneventful and when you clock out you trudge home to your third floor walkup. Your other two roommates are gone for the evening, you have the place to yourself. Pouring a glass of white wine and plopping onto the couch, turning the TV on.

You groan as one of Maxwell Lord’s infomercials pops up and you watch for a few seconds before reaching for a pillow and tossing it at the TV. “Asshole,” you mumble, changing the channel. You drink a second glass of wine and try to forget but you can’t stop thinking about him. Getting up to refill your glass, you turn off the TV and walk into the small kitchen.

You bite your lip thinking about the way the three piece suit fit so snuggly on his broad shoulders. His lips pursed as he read the paper, and how his thick fingers tapped on the counter. How would those hands feel wrapped around you, a bruise where his ring digs into your thigh as those lips wrap around... whoa what the fuck!? You pour the rest of the wine down the sink and go take a cold shower.

The next morning you trudge into work fully expecting it to be your last day but the manager Giselle greets you with a smile and goes about the process of opening. The whole day you're on pins and needles waiting for him to make some dramatic entrance and ruin your life. But, when your shift ends and he still hasn’t shown you let out a relieved sigh.

“Oh uhm y/n,” Giselle calls and you freeze blood turning cold. “This was outside the door waiting for you,” she goes into the backroom and comes back out holding a large glass vase overflowing with white roses.

“Holy shit,” you mumble under your breath, taking it from her.

“There was also this card,” she passes it over to you and you quickly tear it open.

You read the note three times before you shiver looking at her, mumbling a thank you and leaving. The flowers are heavy and luckily your neighbor Mr. Warren holds the door open for you. Taking the stairs two at a time you put down the flowers on the kitchen counter and pull out the card again reading it a fourth time, hands trembling.

Next time the drinks are on you. M.L. IV

Oh fuck, what have you gotten yourself into now.

Chapter Two: Vodka Martini

#maxwell lord #Maxwell Lord x reader #ww84 #Wonder Woman 1984 #Pedro Pascal

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remmysbounty · 3 years

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comfort // din djarin x f!reader

Hey boos!!! Okay this one is really fluffy and honestly I just find it so adorable... I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

thisisthe-wayson asked:

HI LOVE!!!! Congrats on the followers, you deserve it!!!! Could I request a Comfort with Din please!

Din could only watch as you limped your way up the ramp, the bounty being dragged like a mop towards the carbonite chamber, wishing that the man had gone down when he’d wanted him to because then Din would have been able to wrap you up in him the second the two of you arrived. Instead as you hid away in the fresher, Din had to freeze the bounty away- maybe making it extra painful in the process because of a couple choice words he’d said the second he saw you.

Listening around, he noticed that you hadn’t turned on the shower yet and hoped that maybe, just maybe, you’d let him keep you company. When he made it to the door he knocked as softly as he could with his gloves still on, “Cyar’ika, are you okay?”

You couldn’t stop the groan that escaped your lips and only hoped that the helmet hadn’t caught it, but from the way Din knocked again you were certain it had. Sighing, something that you got from Din, you opened the door to find your Mandalorian staring at you in such a way that just screamed his worry.

He would know that you were lying if you said you were okay and he would definitely know you were lying if you said that you didn’t want his company, so with a hand open for him to grab you pulled him into the small space.

You weren’t entirely sure how, but the two of you slowly helped each other take off the others clothes, and when the two of you were completely bare to one another, Din led you into the shower.

“Let me take care of you riduur, please,” Din’s words weren’t so much as a request as they were a command but Din knew there were days when you only needed him to be next to you and there were days when you needed to feel his hands on you, today being the latter.

You wrapped your arms around Din’s neck, and leaned your head against his chest, letting him move your body around however he needed to.

The air between the two of you was quiet but comforting, the only word leaving Din’s lips on occasion being whatever body part he was paying attention to at that moment.

When he was finally done with you, Din brought his attention back to himself, letting you stay resting against him as he did so. As his hands moved up to his hair he paused, “Would you like to wash my hair, riduur?”

Your head lifted up from its place on Din’s chest and whispered a soft yes, please as Din kneeled in front of you, allowing you to play with his hair as much as you wanted. He knew how much you enjoyed running your fingers through his tresses whenever the two of you were alone and if this is what helped bring you comfort after the day you had, then he would sacrifice anything just to give you that.

No other words needed to be shared as the two of you finally escaped the confines of the fresher, but once Din saw the light reappear behind your eyes, he was able to breathe a sigh of relief before bringing you back into his arms.

translations:

cyar’ika: beloved/sweetheart/darling

riduur: spouse/husband/wife

tags: @thisisthe-wayson @booksmusicteaandanimals @littlemisspascal @din-damn-djarin @captn-andor @academiax @magpie-to-the-morning @magicrowiswritingstuff @ohwaitimthewriter

#remmys bounty #remmys writings #remmys 90 follower #remmys 90 follower celebration #Nikki 💛💛#my fellow Nikki #din djarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin x f! reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin x f!reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian x f! reader #the mandalorian x f!reader

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markets · 2 years

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I will literally make my own posters i have a printer. Lol just kidding😂 i wont because my mom is saying if i get a poster i have to frame it That is soooo ugly thisisthe worst fday ever the only way to recover is staring at this computer until my eyes hurt. My life is a movie fr 💯

#angiemarkets.txt

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pikemoreno · 4 years

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Hi!! Could I please have a Pedro ship? I’m female and 5’6 with dark brown hair and eyes. I am a introvert at best and a hopeless romantic.I enjoy reading, writing poems, and painting. I can be rather shy at first but open and funny when I am comfortable around people. I love making people laugh and smile. I’m not sure what else to add! I love your writing btw! Thanks in advance💙

i’m going with oberyn because tell me romantic, cool evenings lit only by the setting sun at sunspear, creating works of art and beautiful prose doesn’t sound like the best thing ever? oberyn would be so content to watch you work as the soft shadows fall across your face, a contrast to the pink-ish orange light. it’s beautiful. there’s no words. none are necessary. it’s peaceful and calm and everything. it’s absolutely everything.

maybe he’d convince you to paint him one day. he would rather smugly ask you, “clothes or no clothes?” and you’d respond that it was up to him. bad decision. always a bad decision to leave it up to him... i’ll let you figure it out from there.

finishing up, no more pls

#ship game #thisisthe-way #thanks for giving me social interaction

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kikis-writing-world · 3 years

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30 Days

Summary: Frankie’s license is suspended, meaning he has no job until it’s sorted. Money is getting tight and the baby is on the way. Set a few months before Triple Frontier.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Rating/Warnings: Mentions of Addition (Frankie is going to NA meetings for the coke problem,) pregnancy, swearing. Angsty but like... in a “you know it’ll be okay” kind of way? Unedited, unbeta-ed etc.

A/N: This is very loosely based on the song Pink Hotel by The Glorious Sons. I wouldn’t call it a song fic, but it was inspired by it for sure. Just a late night drabble.

All this money’s just paper baby, all these bills are just the same In the end the only reason for this house is to keep dry from the rain When all your problems are self-made, what you got to worry about? Dry your eyes we’ve been spoiled rotten, it ain’t hard to figure out

Frankie opened the front door carefully, trying to stop the old thing from creaking. It was on his list of things he needed to work on, but he hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Having his license suspended meant he had more time for all the projects around the aging house, but it also meant not enough money to afford the supplies he needed to do said projects.

He hoped you would be sleeping by the time he got back from his meeting. You needed your rest and he knew you hadn’t been sleeping well lately. He knew that because he hadn’t been sleeping well either. The stress of losing his job, however temporary it may be, was keeping the both of you up at night.

He could see a light on around the corner and knew you were up. You wouldn’t have gone to bed leaving the light on. You were a stickler for it even before money was tight. He cursed under his breath as he hung up his jacket, less worried now about making too much noise. He toed off his shoes, but kept his hat on as always.

“I’m home, mi alma.” He called as he followed the light into the kitchen.

You were sitting at the small, stained dining table, looking over various papers. Without looking too closely he knew what they were. Bills, bank statements, job posting. Your left hand rested on your stomach, thumb running over the growing bump under your cotton night shirt.

“Hey baby,” you looked up at him with tired eyes. “How was your meeting?”

“Good.” He kissed you on the top of the head before sitting in the mismatched dining chair next to you. “How’s she doing?”

“Okay. A little restless tonight, but she’s not kicking my bladder so I’ll take it.” You joked with a tired laugh.

He smiled at that, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He still held so much guilt for the position you all were in now. The papers on the table reminding him of what a screw up he was. He stopped himself from apologizing, knowing that you’d tell him to stop. He’d apologized more times than he could count already, but it never felt like enough.

He pulled off his hat, fixing his hair before resettling it on top of his head. Seeing him getting lost in his thoughts, his eyes fading out of focus and filling with the guilt he carried like a second skin, you took his hand in yours and placed it on your belly. You held his hand right where the movement of your daughter was, like she was doing summersaults inside you.

Frankie perked up, his eyes returning to focus, his smile finally lighting up his face properly. “You weren’t joking.”

You chuckled in response. You were thankful that the baby could always snap him back to himself, especially when you didn’t have the words to do it. It was a lot of pressure to put on a baby that wasn’t even born yet, but right now she was the glue holding your lives together. You hoped it would be enough to make it through this rough patch. Just until you and Frankie had a better hold on your lives and could hold it together yourselves.

“I got something.” Frankie spoke, his voice quiet. With his hand still on your stomach, he pulled something out of his jeans and set it on the table. A little orange disk with the number 30 on it. “My 30 days.”

“Baby, I’m so proud of you.” You gushed, holding your arms out for him. You would have leaned over and pulled him into you yourself had the baby bump not been in the way. Frankie grinned bashfully and leaned forward, letting you cup his cheeks and pull him into a kiss.

“It’s nothing-”

“It’s not nothing.” You cut him off. “I know it isn’t easy.”

“It should be.” He scoffed, sitting back in his chair.

“Don’t start that.” You scolded.

He took a deep breath to calm himself. It should be easy for him to not use. It should be easy for him to hold down a job so the two of you could pay bills, fix up the house, save for the baby. He felt like a shitty partner, and a shitty father for letting his addiction get this far. He wanted to apologize again, but didn’t want to upset you any further.

“I’m sorry,” he said anyways. You raised an eyebrow at him so he clarified, “for saying that.”

“Good.” You nodded.

He looked over the papers on the table, wondering how long you’d been staring at them. He already knew no amount of balancing would make the columns match up. More was owing than you had, than was coming in, and the baby wasn’t going to wait for a plushy nest egg to land on. His army pension was next to nothing. You were still working - which he hated, but it was necessary at this point - but wouldn’t be able to for much longer. After that...

He pushed all the papers together onto one side of the table, effectively deciding neither of you were going to think about them for the rest of the night.

He stood, holding his hand out for you. “C’mon.”

You took his hand, using his help to stand. You could still stand on your own at this point, but it was a bit of a spectacle. You expected him to pull you into your bedroom to go to bed for the night, but instead he pulled you close - as close as you could get with the baby between you - and wrapped his arms around you.

You smiled, returning the hug. He was more affectionate with you lately, and you knew it was making up for his mistakes. You didn’t expect him to start humming and swaying the two of you. You turned in his hold so that you could rest your head against his shoulder. You closed your eyes as his voice vibrated through his chest. You could feel it vibrating in your own ribs and you wondered if the baby felt it too. You didn’t recognize the song, but that was okay.

He kept one arm around you, the other hand resting on your belly. He rested his chin on top of your head as the two of you danced in the kitchen. For a moment, the stress melted away.

“We’ll be okay.” He stopped humming to whisper into the quiet room.

“I know, baby.” You answered, whispering back to him.

He lifted his head from yours, leaning back so he could meet your eyes. “Do you?”

You swallowed hard, trying to force back the emotions swirling inside you. With the hormones going wild in your body, you didn’t stand a chance. “No.” You admitted, voice hoarse.

“I’ll figure it out.” He promised, cupping your cheek. “We’ll figure it out.”

“How?” You cried.

He sighed, knowing he didn’t have the answers yet. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and wiped away the tear that slipped from your eyes.

“Everything I care about in this world is in my arms.” He told you. “You and the baby. I don’t give a shit about the rest. This house is here to keep us dry from the rain, but I don’t give a fuck otherwise. We can live anywhere as long as we’re together. We can sell the house, the truck, all of it. We’ll figure it out.”

You nodded tearfully, agreeing with him.

“As long as we’re together, we’ll figure out the rest.”

Tagging: @wickedfrsgrl @din-damn-djarin @thisisthe-wayson

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