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[morallyinept]

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

PART 7

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

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

Where Do I Belong Series - @fave-fanfic-for-now Featuring Din Djarin

Untouched - @waywardodysseys Virgin!Reader

Fly Away With You - @clonecaptains

Bad Decisions - @alwritey-aphrodite Road Trip AU

Yours Is The Light - @bee-dameron GN!Reader

Penmanship - @blueeyesatnight Soulmates AU

Hayloft Series - @fandom-blackhole

A Kiss Of Light: The Woodmere Estate Series - @hdlynnslibrary Gothic Romance AU

Together Wing To Wing - @hearts-hunger Ezra & Cee (Platonic)

Dancing With Your Ghost - @javier-djarin Great Gatsby AU

Emerald Gates - @jedifarmerr AFAB!Reader Peaky Blinders AU

Less The Horror Than The Grace - @mourningbirds1 Ezra x Medusa

Bioshock Infinite - @prideandpascal AU Ezra

Winter Moon, Part 2 & Part 3 - @rae-gar-targaryen

A Different Kind Of Rush - @secretpajamas

Sexus, Ars, Amor - @wardenparker Featuring Marcus Pike

The Folklore Fancier Of The Fathomless - @theredwritingwitch Faun!Ezra Featuring Pero Tovar

In Every Lifetime - @xdaddysprincessxx Demon!Ezra

Space Is A Harsh Mistress Series - @engineeredfiction AU Ezra

Fuse & Pakalat - @marisferasiop Featuring Din Djarin

Sweet Creature - @xdaddysprincessxx Vamp!Ezra SW!F!Reader

Gravity - @insomniamamma

The Pit - @morallyinept Dark

Kinktober 2023 Day 2 Titfucking & Breath Play - @palioom

Kinktober Camming - @ghostofaboy M!Reader

Transplant Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3 - @marisferasiop Featuring Joel Miller

Dulia - @sp00kymulderr GN!Reader

Dream Within A Dream - @gasolinerainbowpuddles Incubus!Ezra

Lucida Sidera Series - @sp00kymulderr

Hue - @goodwithcheese

Kill Shot Series - @magpiepills

In The Aviary - @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Sweets For My Sweet; Sweets From My Sweet - @tinytinymenace

Stars - @ladamedusoif GN!Reader

Delectable - @mandosmistress

Starlight Series - @guess-my-next-obsession Faerie!Ezra

The Trembling Willows - @sp00kymulderr

Lost, Only To Be Found - @all-the-things-2020 TLOU Crossover

Devour (The Entire Universe) - @frannyzooey

Cross My Heart - @brandyllyn

Floating In Space - @0celesteisthebest0

Zenith - @sp00kymulderr

A Baker's Dozen - Ezra - @avastrasposts

Incomplete - @alwaysmicado

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[ironmandeficiency]

requests are open! ask away

requests have been opened again! i’m gonna do things a little different this time around just to see how it goes. below are lists of soulmate au’s, dialogue prompts, & physical affection prompts. you can send me a max of TWO of them for a request (ie “soulmate goose + giggly cuddles with character” or however you want). it’s open for any character i’ve written for thus far, so go ham y’all 🥰✨✌🏻

soulmate au’s!

soulmate goose of enforcement — a goose will herd you around until finding your soulmate. your soulmate also has a goose doing the same thing. there is no telling whether your goose will be tame or a menace

you and your soulmate have the same hair color — if one dyes their hair, their soulmate’s hair color will change with it

when you or your soulmate lose something, it reappears with the other one (can’t lose things on purpose)

you can choose to take away your soulmate’s pain when they’re injured — if they get a paper cut or smth considerably worse, you can choose whether to take that pain for yourself or not

everyone has a sun and moon tattoo that glow, depending on whether it’s day or night where your soulmate is

when your soulmate is sick, so are you (and vice versa)

soulmates share talents — if either of you are good at something, the other one doesn’t even have to learn it to be good at it

soulmates can’t share talents — oh, your soulmate can draw really well? congrats, you’re now the worst person ever to have on a pictionary team

soulmates are forced to literally finish each other’s sentences when around each other

the voice in your head (your subconscious) is your soulmate’s — can simply be their voice OR their personality too

one runs cold while the other runs hot, and find the in-between when they’re touching

soulmates can fluently speak each other’s native languages without trying to learn it

you can only see shades of your soulmate’s favorite color until you meet (favorite colors are subject to change)

dialogue prompts!

“do you want me to kill that guy for you? because he seems like a real dick and i would totally kill that guy for you.”

“so apparently i had a problem”

“that could gone a lot worse” “it could have gone better too, dumbass”

“well fuck me running”

“your table manners leave much to be desired” “…there are no tables in the middle of the woods?”

“give me back my ___ or so help me i will throw every single one of those scones into the fire!” “you wouldn’t dare!” “try me”

“should i be scared of how many songs you like that involve women murdering their spouses?” “do you have a reason to be?”

🎶do doo do do🎶 “FUCK!”

*after something huge happens* “well, at least no one got hurt” *person saying this immediately gets hurt, probably in a stupid way*

“bless your heart”

“any crystal is a protection crystal if you throw it hard enough”

“i picked a whole bouquet of whoopsie daisies”

“do not speak of this to anyone” *promptly tells absolutely everyone who will listen*

physical affection prompts!

forehead kisses

tickle fights

tight hugs with gentle swaying

excited running start hugs that involve spinning someone around in circles

a protective hand to the chest to keep someone out of danger

an affectionate but annoyed slap to the back of the head

play wrestling

resting their chin on someone’s head or shoulder

gentle (or not so gentle) headbutt

running their fingers through someone’s hair

lacing fingers together after a high five as a joke but it’s been twenty minutes and they won’t let go of each other

curling up together to share a blanket

protecting each other during a food fight

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[insomniamamma]

thanks for the tag @grogusmum 💚

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

"That could tumble us." "Could do worse than that," says Ezra, "Big gust could crumple us like a beer can."

np tags: @honestly-shite @artemiseamoon @softpedropascal @quica-quica-quica @fromthedeskoftheraven @engineeredfiction

[mikeisthricedeceased]

HC on the Pedro characters when they first realise they have developed feelings for the reader?

Soft time ❤️ for some of the plot type things, I’ll probably draw from a few of my current fic plans

Din realizes it when your hand touches his arm as you walk past him. He freezes, visor snapping up to look at your back as you walk away to go do something and it feels like his chest is constricting. He’d caught himself looking at you a few times, but that’s the moment he finally understands why he’d been looking

Frankie figures out that he likes you when you make a joke so dirty that even Benny and Pope blush furiously and everyone has to focus on breathing again after the laughter subsides. His own face is on fire and his stomach hurts but the cheerily smug look on your face is one of the best things he’s seen in a really long time

Ezra knows he feels something for you when you’re properly introduced to one another. Maybe it’s not exactly romantic, but it does feel oddly significant. The two of you had been living on the same ship for a little while (you and your team, Ezra and Cee all on one big ship). Most of his other introductions ended up awkward because people always went to shake his right hand out of reflex. He thought you were doing the same before he realized you were offering your left hand like it was the easiest thing in the universe.

Marcus Pike realizes it during a regular lunch break. You’d asked him to join you one day and it had become a routine for the two of you to grab lunch together when you had time. You’d made a joke about something and while you were both laughing, he caught himself hoping for more of that, more lunches, maybe a few dinners, and if he really wanted to dream, breakfast every morning

Marcus Moreno figures it out when you hand him one of the flowers you grew with your powers and he can’t think about anything else for the rest of the day. Goes out of his way to protect the flower until he can figure out where to put it for safe keeping. He’d always liked you but that kinda just tipped him over the edge into truly falling for you

Javier Peña knows when he wakes up in your bed the morning after. He knows because he wants to see what you look like when you first wake up, hear your voice before the sleep is fully out of your system. He wants to sit at a table and drink coffee with you without having to worry about sorting through a stack of files and paperwork

Javi Gutierrez realized it after a movie marathon that he had you sit through one night. He knows his interests are niche and that you probably think he’s too weird for liking the things that he does, but when you start bringing up some theories you have for each movie, and talking about all the things you’re passionate about that some people think are silly, he just kinda melts a little bit

Max Phillips is probably a little shallow for the way he figured it out, but what can you do? It’s when you run into each other somewhere outside of work and he offers to join you for the day, mostly in the hopes that you’ll head back to your apartment afterward so the two of you can have some fun, but one errand leads into another and into another and he starts to realize why you’d looked a little confused when he wanted to come along. But then you keep apologizing because you know running errands isn’t really what he’d signed up for and it hits him that he doesn’t really mind. He’s just been enjoying the time alone with you

Dio figures it out right after the two of you have a small shouting match. He still reflexively shoves people away, others himself, because even when he’s genuine, no one takes him seriously. When you actually make an effort to understand, he can’t help but be worried that it’s so you have ammo to hurt him with later. But when that doesn’t happen, even when you’re upset with him, he starts to feel like it might actually be safe to open up to you more

Oberyn knows he’s interested in you when you’re both young. You can talk circles around him and he can’t help but try to keep your attention so he can hear you talk about the world. It hits him really hard when he sees you again after years of being apart and he finds you smiling at him

Maxwell sees the truth of his feelings when you take his hand during a public appearance at some museum gala. You’d been his go-to date for a lot of these events but nothing had every really come of it because it was all just to paint him in a positive light. That was before you took his hand. You had always just held his arm on the red carpet, polite and impersonal. But all the rehearsed, PR friendly responses he was going over in his mind evaporated the moment you grabbed his hand and then he was just letting you lead him through the shouts for attention and flashing cameras

Whiskey realizes it right when he starts getting nervous around you. He’s a huge flirt and the moment he trips over his words while talking to you, just because you’re giving him the sweetest fond sort of look, is the moment he knows he’s a goner and that there’s no use ignoring it

Tovar finally realizes that he likes you when he accepts the fact that he enjoys the sweet smelling tonics and bathing oils that you keep providing whenever he heads down to the baths. He had initially been irritated by it, considering it an insult, but ever since you told him that “sometimes a grumpy attitude just needs to be met with a few nice things to sooth it” he began to understand that you weren’t doing anything other than sharing the tiny indulgences you allowed yourself with him to make him a little happier

Veracruz knows he has a temper. It comes out pretty often and ranges from explosive and fiery to cold and menacing. You’re a fairly happy person and you don’t put up with any bullshit whatsoever. Veracruz says something that shows his ass and you make a snappy reply that ruffles his feathers. Or, it should have. When he gets ready to bite back at you, that temper is nowhere to be found. There’s definitely exasperation and some irritation, but he can’t find much anger beyond that directed at you. He mostly just feels...embarrassed that he did something to get that kind of response from you. Guy doesn’t know what to do now that realizes he has a crush on someone

#engineeredfiction #pedro pascal #headcanons

[thefloorisbalaclava]

55: Shut up and kiss me. For Ezra. :)

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing Ezra. I’m sorry it took me so long to post and I hope this is somewhat decent :)

Adjusting to life with one arm hasn't been easy for Ezra. You notice a little change in him every day. It starts with his passion for things, even you. He no longer shares the small bed with you. In fact, he barely sleeps anymore. He talks down to himself so badly that at times you just want to grab and shake him and tell him to snap out of it. He is allowed to grieve though. You just wish he would let you share in that grief. You want to be there for him.

You watch from the bed as he attempts to work on something, mumbling in frustration when it doesn't go his way. He throws something across the pod then winces when he realizes that he way have woken you up. He catches your eye and smiles sadly before turning off the small light he was using and laying on the extra bed. You wait for him to say something, anything, but it doesn't come and you roll over, defeated.

At some point in the night you wake up shivering. You are used to the temperature dropping at night but this night is colder than usual. Ezra had warned that the pod wasn't going to keep the cool air out all the time and now it was obvious. You roll over and find him sitting up, staring down at what was left of his arm. The light from the small table is on again and you wonder if he turned it on to work on something again or just to stare at himself.

"Ezra," you call and he turns to you. "I'm cold."

"Normally I would say that body heat is an ideal resolution to that particular issue but in my present condition I feel that I would be unable to offer any assistance." Another sad smile. You sit up and he watches as you walk over and settle beside him.

"What do you mean?"

"I would not be able to embrace you properly...the way I truly desire to." His voice is so full of sadness that it brings tears to your eyes.

"I am happy to have you hold me no matter what."

He places a gentle hand on your thigh and squeezes. "I will not have you deign to take care of an invalid like me for the rest of your days."

"Ezra please...I just want you to hold me again...to lay with me again. I just want you to love me-"

"There will never come a day that I stop loving you. You must know that." He looks at you then lowers his gaze. "Though there might come a day when you find you no longer find your affection for me…" His words trail off as you climb into his lap and grab his face.

"I'll always love you. If you think that will change because you've lost an arm then you must not think highly of me at all."

"You are most cherished, dove, most loved. If I've ever made you feel differently then-"

"Shut up and kiss me," you say and for the first time in what feels like weeks he laughs.

"I am inclined to do as I am told," he says before kissing you deeply.

#Ezra #Ezra (Prospect) #Prospect #Prospect 2018 #Pedro Pascal #headcanon #prompt #request #engineeredfiction

[benedictsvestcollection]

How does Marcus Moreno woo his partner/someone he is interested in? 🥰

@engineeredfiction

OOF yes good. 

The man is old school (he was married before after all!) sending flowers and offering to help you with your groceries to your car, etc. 

Before he starts wooing you, he’s highkey awkward BECAUSE he’s been out of the game for so long. You’re flirting with him? Totally oblivious until his mom or Missy points it out. But once he knows you like him... Hoo boy watch out. The man will definitely woo you. 

Flowers, dinner out or he’ll cook for you (despite the egg incident he was merely distracted and DOES know how to cook) at his/your house. Romantic weekends away? You name it, he’ll woo you with whatever he knows you like. 

#engineeredfiction #asks #Pedro Pascal #Marcus Moreno #We Can Be Heroes

[alwaysbethewest]

I just came across your blog and I think I'm already falling in love.

#this made me blush a little lol idk what to say #thank you 🥰 #engineeredfiction #asks

[pikemoreno]

Shot out to new writers who are producing class material on my favourite man Ezra. @cinewhore @artemiseamoon and @agirllovespasta also to the best Ezra RP blog @ezraofthegreen ❤️👩‍🚀

@cinewhore

@artemiseamoon

@agirllovespasta

@ezraofthegreen

shout-out to you babes!!

#writerappweek shoutout #engineeredfiction #thanks for giving me social interaction

[longitud-de-onda]

Highest of fives to a fellow ginger! 🔥

hell yes! 👊 love my fellow gingers 💖💖💖

#ask camila #engineeredfiction

[hopelikethemoon]

Long time lurker first time asker. Could you add me to your tag list please? I love your writing and story telling! ❤️🥺

Of course I will add you!  ❤️

#engineeredfiction

[forever-rogue]

Hi! Wondering if you’re gonna be taking prompts from the 360 you posted. If you are would you be able to do 36 and 54 with Din? Would love to see those with him!

Prompts used: 36. "Does he know about the baby?"

54. "H-how long have you been standing there?"

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: pregnant reader

THE MANDALORIAN MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

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“Boba?” you reached for the Mandalorian’s arm and stopped him from going any further into his new hold. You wondered, for an amused fraction of a second, if you should attempt to address him as King Boba, just to get a rouse out of him. But the severity, the harsh reality of your current predicament placated any desire to do so. Fett turned to face you, pulling his helmet off so he could see you properly, “might I have a moment of your time?”

“Of course,” he set the helmet down on the aging wooden table as you inhaled and exhaled slowly, “what’s wrong, little one?”

“I was wondering...once you and Fennec are settled and Din plans on leaving,” you found the ground intriguing as you studied the worn soles of your shoes before continuing on, “might I stay on? With the two of you? I-I know I’m not as skilled as either of you, but I swear I’ll pull my weight and do as much as I can - whatever you desire. I would just like to stay here.”

Boba paused for a moment as he looked you over and contemplated what you had asked him. He had no issue with you staying on, absolutely none, knowing you were both capable and a quick learner. It was the reason behind the sudden request that caused him to consider his words. As he watched you, and you grew increasingly nervous, a single tear, one of nerves and worry rolled down her cheek and fell to the sandy ground. 

“Of course you can stay,” his hand went to your shoulder as he delicately squeezed it in a sign of reassurance, “make sure your Mandalorian knows of your plan. It would be a great shock for him to be blindsided.”

“Yes.”

“Does he know about the baby?” he chanced his question, although he was sure he wasn’t too far off the mark. While he had no children of his own, he’d been around enough women to know when someone fell pregnant. Maybe the bounty hunter was extra perceptive, maybe it was a trait of the Mandalorians to all be nurturing and familial, but from the look on your face, he knew he was right on money. 

“How did you...I haven’t told anyone,” your eyes were wide with worry as you looked around to make sure no one had heard Boba. If Din were to ever find out, this would be the last way you wanted him to do so, “I-I found out two months ago and I just...I don’t know what to do. I’m scared and nervous and worried. I can’t just tell him - he’s got too much going on to worry about something else. I can’t do that to him.”

“You think it is a better idea to never tell him about his child and take away any decision he has in this?” ever the level headed negotiator, Boba had a point. Your lips pulled into a frown as you shrugged your shoulders, “he deserves to know. Whatever decision he makes after that is up to him. It will tell you his true measure, although I am sure that is already quite apparent.”

“Boba, he’s the Mand’alor now,” you reached for his arm and held it tightly in your grasp, “I-I can’t have him worry about a silly thing like this. Especially not after...Grogu.”

“Tell me then, just what do you plan on doing with the babe?” it was a fair question to ask, and one you really needed to think about. The baby was going to come one way or another, so you would need a plan as quickly as possible, “were you going to have it and hide it? Hand it off to someone else? Raise it on your own and expect that he would never find out? He is your riduur-”

“And he is the Mandalorian and the Mand’alor,” you grew frustrated, not with Boba but with yourself. You knew he was right, you knew that you needed to tell Din but… it wasn’t that simple, “I can’t hold him back with a baby.”

“Suppose you don’t tell him,” Boba held up a hand for a moment as a musing glint entered his eye, “suppose you remain here and have ths child. Do you think he’s never going to come back to see you? Or for business? It would be awfully suspicious if he came in three or four months and found you round with child. It wouldn’t take much to put two and two together. It would be a greater pain, I think, if you were not to say anything and he came back to find the truth. You owe him at least some honesty.”

“You’re right,” you confessed quietly, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, “of course you are. I’m scared, Boba. I don’t want him to be angry and hate me or the baby. I don’t want to hold him back either. I want him to be happy…”

“He’d be a lot happier if you’d come to him with this first,” the voice startled you to your core as you realized exactly who it was. Swallowing the lump in your throat, your eyes widened in worry as Boba offered you an encouraging nod. Turning on your heel, you found Din watching both of you with intent; his expression was almost unreadable as your hands started to tremble.

“How long have you been standing there?” what a stupid question from a stupid girl.

“Long enough,” his voice was pointedly neutral as you nodded in understanding, “I think we need to talk.”

“Yes,” you agreed as you shuffled over to him, preparing yourself for the worst. 

Din was silent as he led you back to the quarters that served as your temporary home while you’d helped Boba and Fennec settle into their new roles. You followed close behind and swallowed the lump in your throat as he sealed the door. 

“It is it true?” he asked softly as his gaze shifted to your belly; there was still no evidence of your pregnancy just yet. But soon enough there would be, “you’re with child?”

“Yes,” you admitted, a hand slowly coming to rest on your belly, “I am. I found out…”

“Two months ago,” he finished for you as you nodded, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“I was scared and nervous, Din!”

“Were you ever going to tell me?” he asked softly as you refused to meet his eyes, “Cyare?”

“I wanted to,” you whispered, “I planned on it-”

“When?!”

“Eventually,” you’d seen your husband angry before, but never quite like this...never at you, “I was scared and I panicked and there was so much happening at once.”

“You were scared?” he asked as you nodded. Din stepped closer and stopped in front of you, looking at you curiously as he realized just how hard this was for you as well, “were you scared of me?”

“No,” you grabbed his hand and quickly cut him off, “never of you. It was just everything all at once. With losing...him, everything with the Mandalorians and Boba and Fennec. There could not have been a worse time for this to happen. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

“You’re sorry?” a look of confusion marred his features as his eyes softened and crinkled in the corner, “whatever are you sorry for? In case you forgot, this didn’t happen just because of you. It takes two...nothing in life seems to go to plan, but that doesn’t mean this doesn’t have to work out, Cyare. You are my riduur and that is our child.”

A large hand found your belly as he pulled you into him, wasting no precious time before he wrapped his arms around you. You hugged him back, just as tightly, just as fiercely, clinging onto him like it was the only thing in life that mattered, “I should have told you sooner, please forgive me, Din. I should have come to you first…”

“I’m glad I found out,” he whispered as he pressed gentle kisses to the side of your head before pulling back and cradling your face in his hands, “before something else happened or we were separated. I’m not mad, I’m happy - really happy. It doesn’t matter that the timing isn’t perfect or we’re in a different situation than we thought we might be. I’m happy, Cyare. I love you beyond measure, and that includes our whole family - Grogu, and whatever other children we’ll have.”

“Yeah?” you asked softly, barely above a whisper as he pressed his forehead against yours, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he agreed, “I hold you in my heart forever - you are my home, my heart, my family. We’ll figure this out together, I swear. Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything, Din.”

“Don’t stay here,” he pressed a kiss to your lips, “stay with me.”

“Yes,” your smiled against his lips, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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[yespolkadotkitty]

another one SO THIRSTY for size kink #2

Part I here 

Words: 1290 ~ Warnings: P in V sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, FEELINGS

Pairing: Pero x fem! reader

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The Spaniard looks at you as if he cannot quite believe the words that passed your lips. “You mean this, gatita?”

You nod, breathlessly.

“After dark,” he murmurs, and he is impossibly close. His scent, polished leather, lemon oil, and the musky smell of clean sweat, surrounds you. “I will come to you, si? By the tree of sorrow.”

The weeping willow. Pero likely didn’t know the English. You nod. “By the tree. When the moon is up.”

He strokes his thumb along your lower lip. The rough caress of his callused skin sets your nerves alight. You poke your tongue out, a little tasting his skin, salty, warm.

He bites back a curse. “Until then.”

And then he’s gone in a few heavy footsteps, just the memory of his touch remaining. You smooth your index finger over your lip, and wonder how he will feel inside you.

******

The moon hangs heavy and fat in the sky, a near perfect circle, when you slip out of the straw bed you share with Cara.

“Oi,” she whispers, her eyes still closed. “Where you going?”

“Chamber pot.”

“No you ain’t. Going for a poke are you?”

You scoff, although you love her. “Don’t tell on me.”

“Go get him,” Cara mutters and turns over, pulling your side of the thick blanket more fully on to her own body.

You kiss her forehead and open the door very carefully. For once, God - or the Devil, considering your destination - is on your side and it doesn’t creak. 

Pero is silhouetted in the moonlight; his expression hidden by the draping branches of the willow tree. Its leaves sway gently in the night breeze, framing him, like a hero in a myth.

But you know better than to believe in bedtime stories. The man kissed by moonlight is no more than flesh and blood, and no less than you want.

You reach him and he holds out his hand. His palm is so large as he folds his fingers around your own.

“Bonita,” he whispers.

“What is that?”

“Pretty.”

You feel heat creep up your face. You’ve been called a lot of things; not usually pretty. You tug his hand. “Come on.”

“Impatient?” he teases. “I like this.”

You grin back at him.

Like children you scamper down to the copse, led by the glow of the moon, gazing down upon you like a blessing or a complicit friend.

Without warning, Pero scoops you up and carries you, and you squeal, slapping your hand over your mouth so you won’t be heard. 

“Never been carried like a lady,” you whisper into his neck. His thick stubble tickles your lips and it’s wonderful.

“Then it is past time for this, no?”

That he can look past your dry hair and chapped hands and plain figure and see a lady, warms your heart.

He lays you down in the circle of trees and you tense at the feeling of - a pile of blankets?

“Pretty sure most soldiers don’t supply this treatment,” you smile.

“Perhaps I want to be invited back, gatita.”

“By me?”

“Who else?”

He braces himself over you, and he is so big; so wonderfully broad. You lift your hands and smooth them over his wide shoulders. He feels warm and firm under the tunic and your tummy flips; your lower body pulling with desire; every nerve winding up tight.

You expect him to begin, then, but instead, he kisses you.

Just the brush of his lips over your own to begin with, teasing, light, and then as you tug at his hair and pull him closer, he uses his tongue and teeth, and you open for him. He licks into your mouth, and each stroke of his tongue in that parody of the most intimate act makes you wetter.

“You have done this before, no, bonita?” Pero asks against your lips.

You nod.

“Very well,” he says, moving to kiss your neck, and you are relieved beyond words that he wasn’t expecting an untouched maiden. That isn’t the kind of life you live, you are hardly a gentle noblewoman in a high tower. 

You clutch at him as he makes his way down your body, uncovering you one slow inch at a time. Fireflies dance in the long grass between the trees. Your toes curl as he latches on to a nipple, and you clench one hand in his soft, worn dark tunic.

“Little kitten,” he murmurs against your damp flesh. “So perfectly formed.”

You thrill to his touch as he continues to undress you slowly by the light of the moon. You touch him your fair share, too, his hair, his shoulders, feeling under his tunic to trace the fierce scars on his back.

When he finally, finally spreads your legs and slides between them, his mouth biting gently at your inner thigh, you could scream from the need for him.

“This is what you want, no?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

His large hands settle on your hips and he begins to feast on you like a man starved.

When you come, you buck into his mouth and you bite your own hand to keep from crying out.

When you float back into your own body, he is braced over you, rubbing the blunt head of his heavy cock through your wetness, and your muscles clench; the want spirals all over again.

“Pero.”

“I’m here, cielo.”

You don’t ask what the new word is. You want him too much for that. You wrap your legs around his broad, firm hips, and dig your feet into his ass. He feels big, and you wonder if you can take him.

He pushes gently into you, letting his forehead drop against yours. The scar over his left eye is bathed in moonlight, curved in sharp relief against his golden skin, and you lift a hand and stroke it gently.

“Beautiful,” you murmur.

“That is my line, is it not?”

“Men can be beautiful.”

He pushes in a little further. The stretch is bittersweet - velvet fire.

“Good?”

“Very good.”

You clench your muscles and he breathes raggedly.

You’ve never had this much power over a man before. You do it again.

“Wretch,” he rasps, but it’s teasing; loving. He moves, then, just a little, and licks of pleasure flit up your nerve endings.

“Again.”

And he complies, over and over, and you clutch him to you as he makes love to you under the watchful kiss of moonlight.

After, you sprawl across him. His torso is littered with scars and so firm and broad that you can use him as a bed.

“Sleep, gatita,” he whispers into your hair. And so you do.

*******

The Spaniard stays.

He stays to make love to you by moonlight - sometimes in the copse, sometimes in a secluded corner of the barracks storeroom, when all others are out on a hunt. One memorable time in the kitchen before dawn, when he drizzled honey over you and oh, so slowly, licked it off.

He stays and ends up semi-adopting the kittens from the barn cat. They trail around after him. His fellow soldier, William, the Irishman, mocks him mercilessly. Pero can often be seen carrying the runt of the litter around in a little pocket you fashion for him, attached to his leathers. 

Anyone who questions this receives a death glare in return.

He stays to train new soldiers.

But most of all, he stays because he has won your heart, and because you hold his in your hands.

********

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Reader saves Ezra's life when a prospecting job goes wrong.

Some action, light angst, and fluff, coming right up! (Lightly based on the general premise of my unreleased Ezra fic and using a few background characters from there)

There’s no need for suits on the planet your team is currently stationed on. The air is plenty breathable and the only real difference between this planet and the ship is the gravity. It’s just a bit weaker planetside, which takes some getting used to as the three of you walk to the dig site.

Cee had stayed aboard, something that Ezra had only agreed to because Yuri was staying behind as well. You don’t blame him for being so cautious around the majority of your team. The guy leading you all tended to have that effect on people.

Upon reaching the dig site, and despite still clearly adjusting to the odd and faintly floaty feeling of the atmosphere, Ezra quickly gets to work while you and Spencer stand guard, rifles at the ready. The forests around the site aren’t densely populated, but the odd predator has been known to wander close enough to cause some concern.

Prospecting here isn’t as labor intensive as some other planets, and the lower gravity means that the soil is loosely packed, only requiring a trowel and some persistence.

It’s a relatively easy job, all things said.

Until a thrower charge slams into Spencer’s vest, knocking him to the ground.

You’re on the move immediately, sprinting toward where Ezra is still crouched, his hand abandoning the trowel and reaching for the thrower at his hip. He doesn’t get the chance to draw it as you haul him up and drag him behind a thick-trunked tree with you.

“Damn marauders,” he grits out, “isn’t like the terrain’s too difficult to dig for themselves.”

“Yeah.” You lean around the tree to send a few shots of return fire. “But this is more exciting for them.”

Spencer rolls onto his stomach with a groan, probably bruised through his vest, and crawls over to a tree a few feet ahead.

The bark of your tree splinters as it’s hit, brittle wood chips raining down on the two of you. You glance over at Ezra, knowing you should go take down the people firing at you but reluctant to leave him on his own.

One of the marauders sprints out from the tree line toward the bag Ezra had been using to gather the haul, firing wildly.

Both you and Spencer fire, taking them down before they can even get close.

You grind your teeth as you set your sights on the spot where they came from. “Stay low,” you tell Ezra, “and make sure your thrower is charged. I’ll grab Spencer and see about getting these assholes to back off.”

Ezra nods, drawing his pistol. “Good luck.”

Quickly, you move around the tree, keeping a steady aim on the tree line, and duck down next to Spencer.

“I’ll go forward and take out anyone with a rifle, you stay a step behind and give me some cover,” you say, wincing when a shot lands right above your head, pelting splinters down across your shoulders.

Spencer agrees, adjusting his grip on the rifle and the two of you set off.

You don’t get very far before the shots from the tree line cease completely, panicked yelling taking their place.

You and Spencer share an uncertain look.

A sensation begins to rise up, an unease. Like a deep rumbling that you can’t hear but can still feel deep down.

Ezra shouts, still behind the tree where you left him as he opens fire on something.

You twist around, chest tightening as a small pack of vicious looking creatures appears from the forest from the opposite side of the site, many of them quickly approaching where Ezra is now standing as he shots. There are too many of them, moving too quickly.

You raise your rifle and begin firing, mind blank save for panic and concern, and even that smoothes out into cool nothingness.

It’s a familiar and unwelcome feeling but you don’t have time to worry about it when Ezra is still in danger.

“Bag,” you shout at Spencer. The creatures are beginning to hesitate or start running at you instead of Ezra.

Spencer grabs up the haul bag and Ezra’s tools, securing everything and slinging it over his shoulder while you finish picking off the bolder predators and send the rest running.

Ezra slumps back against the tree and lets out a uneasy laugh. “I think I need more practice. Still not up to snuff with my recently dominant hand.”

“You okay?” you ask, stance rigid, only turning your attention to him when you know that Spencer is keeping watch.

“Rattled,” he says as he catches his breath, flashing a smile, “but otherwise unharmed.”

You step closer, reaching a hand to cup the back of his neck and squeeze gently, voice soft. “You’re sure?”

He nods. “I’m fine. I’ll swear it to whomever you’d prefer.”

You watch him for another moment, considering. Then you’re squeezing his nape once more and letting go, some of the tension draining out of your shoulders. “Alright. Let’s head back to the ship before anything else decides to show up.”

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[dameronology]

dance with somebody {din djarin x reader}

summary: din djarin doesn’t dance - but for you, he’ll try

warnings: swearing 

this is just short, domestic fluff because it’s late and i’m tired and i want a hug from din djarin. enjoy!!

- jazz

Din Djarin knew when you got an idea in your head.

You got this...look. Or maybe it wasn’t so much a look, as it was a smirk. Lips tilted upwards, head slightly angled with a look of adoration in your eyes -- at him, at the kid, at the little life you’d managed to find on the Crest amongst the chaos of everything else.

Tonight was slow; just you, him and Grogu. The latter was passed out in his crib, the pod shut as he snored quietly. It would have been cute if the tiny womprat hadn’t been keeping you awake for four days straight. Every time you’d fallen asleep, he’d open his mouth and serenade you with the harmonious sounds of his cries, clearly offended that you were doing something other than giving him attention. You understood that. There had been times when you had felt like screaming to the heavens in an attempt to vie for the Mandalorian’s affections. Tonight, luckily, wasn’t one of those times.

You were both sat on the floor of the Crest; Din was leant against the wall with you perched beside him, legs strewn over his. He had one hand resting on your thigh and the other holding a book open -- that had been a surprise to see. He didn’t seem like the type to own books. Or even know what a book was. Aside from the time he’d spent forty minutes digging out the Crest’s manual, you’d never seen him with one in his life. Now, however, he’d opted to try and read a murder mystery that you’d brought months ago. It was funny, because half of the gory stuff in the story was like probably just a Wednesday for him.

He could feel you staring at him, a hazy smile on your face. It was rare you got to see him without the helmet on for such a long time, and even when you did, you still liked to gaze at him with heart eyes. How could you not? You’d fallen in love with him for who he was, but you couldn’t deny that he was fucking pretty. That one had worked out in your favour.

Din slowly turned his head to face you, and that’s when he saw the look. The I have an idea and I’m not forgetting about it ever look. It was the same one you’d had when you suggested keeping Grogu, and...in pretty much every situation that Din had tried to initially refute, only to bend to your will and end up later regretting it. Not so much regretting agreeing to do things for you or with you, but more regretting his inability to deny you of anything, ever. He had only one weakness and it was you.

‘What now?’

You thinned your eyes at him. ‘Hmm?’

‘I know that look.’ He gave your leg a squeeze, putting the book down. ‘Just cut to the chase and tell me.’

‘D’you know how to dance?’

He did a double take. ‘Dance?’

‘Yeah. Like when you move to music-’

‘- I know what it is.’ Din cut you off, trying to fight back a slight smile. ‘Not my thing.’

‘It’s not my thing either.’ You replied.

‘Good.’ Another squeeze to the leg. 

He knew you weren’t going to let it go. Din was wiser than that, so why he went back to reading his book was beyond him, because you clearly weren’t finished with whatever plan your brain was formulating. He tried not to think too much of it when you stood up, making your way across the room to a decades-old speaker that was built into the wall. It had come with the ship, but Din only ever used it to play white noise for your Foster Gremlin when the ship was noisy. 

He glanced over at you, bent down in front of the radio as you fiddled with the tuning on the side. A moment later, a crackly sound came out - it was gentle and soft, like the sort of music they played in expensive restaurants and fancy hotels. As you could probably imagine, neither of those were things he had much experience with. The cantinas that you both frequented played more upbeat and catchy tunes. 

‘Stand up.’ You moved to stand in front of him, sticking your hand out.

‘I’m reading.’

‘Din.’ You pouted. ‘Please?’

He grumbled, tossing the book aside and lacing his fingers in yours. Your attempts to pull him up were a little haphazard, especially when you almost toppled over as he stood up, but he easily caught you, one hand on your waist and one on your arm. You stayed like that for a moment, before you wrapped your arms around his sides, trying to drag him to the center of the hull.

‘What are you doing?’ 

‘You need to just...move side to side.’ You tried to demonstrate the movements, but it only earned a chortle from the bounty hunter. Perhaps it was for the best that you hadn’t pursued being a dance teacher as a career route.

‘I’m not dancing.’

‘This isn’t dancing!’ You insisted. ‘It’s just swaying to some music.’

‘That is dancing, cyar’ika.’ He peered down at you, brown eyes barely wavering as you scowled. 

‘Okay, maybe it is.’ You grumbled. ‘But just try, please?’

‘Fine.’ He bit his lip, before pulling you closer. ‘But only for you.’

That was the driving force behind most of what he did: you. Whether it was hunting down dangerous bounties to make the galaxy safer for you and the kid, or putting money aside for whatever future you had, he always had you in mind. Din had no idea where your lives were going, or even where you would end up -- he knew only that it would be together. He didn’t care if it stayed this way forever, just you and him on the Crest, or if you were destined to settle down in the suburbs of a far away planet. He had everything he needed, and anything else was just a bonus. 

You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck with a soft kiss to the jaw. He followed your lead, letting you move him about the small space. There was no technique to it -- it was just a little bit of swaying, and a little bit of dragging him side to side. It was easy to get lost in his presence, especially when he had all his usual barriers down. There was no armour, no helmet. Right now, he wasn’t the Mandalorian. He was Din Djarin, and he was holding onto you tightly. He smelt faintly of blaster fire and caff (typical) and his breath was soft against your neck, all things that were worlds away from the scary persona that he usually put on. 

At some point, Din felt himself getting just as lost in you, pulling you closer as you gently moved about and tightening his grip on you. He buried his head in your shoulder, letting out a small sigh of content. It was something he did every so often, usually when you were drifting off to sleep or lazily laying together in the morning. Most the time, he didn’t even realise he was doing it, and you never pointed it out. That didn’t mean that it didn’t make your heart scream, but it was something you kept to yourself. You knew how much it took for him to show vulnerability, even to you. To everyone else, the only emotions he had were confused helmet tilt and sigh.  

‘Maybe this isn’t so bad.’ Din murmured, voice slightly muffled by your shoulder. 

You chuckled slightly. ‘Yeah?’

He raised his head to give you a soft smile. ‘Yeah.’

‘I love you.’ You softly smiled. 

‘I love you too.’ Din leant down to brush his lips against yours, hands gripping your waist as he held you there for a second. 

‘Is that the only reason you agreed to do this?’ You teased.

‘It’s the only reason I ever agree to do anything.’ 

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