Heyy I Was Wondering If I Could Be Added To The Dreamboat If Youre Making One Please, Im Already In Love

Heyy I was wondering if I could be added to the Dreamboat if you’re making one please, I’m already in love with the story, you’re such an amazing writer ❤️✨

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STOOOOPPP WHY IS THIS THE CUTEST THING EVER IM CRYING. 

Play wrestling

Prompt 14 from the physical affection prompt list requested by the lovely @din-damn-djarin

Summary: Din plays in bed with your sons and chaos is ensued.

Warnings: “Fem!Reader, fluff, Din being a child a good dad, spoilers for season 2 of The Mandalorian (the Child’s name)”

Word count: 644

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«Oh, it’s on, you womp rats!» You hear sleepily groan in the distance, the last words submerged by loud giggles and ecstatic squeals.

Frowning in bewilderment, you turn off the cooker and glance behind your shoulders, towards the corridor that leads to the bedroom, wondering what in the Maker’s name they’re up to, now. 

Slowly putting down the spatula you were using to turn around the bantha-butter pancakes, you sigh and decide to go check on the three men of your life and see if they’re perhaps attempting at levelling your little apartment to the ground.

The closer you get to the master bedroom, the louder they become and you stop, not short of taken aback and extremely amused, by the unexpected sight presenting itself before your eyes.

Din, in his sleeping underwear, dramatically grunting, his face pressed down on your pillow, while your two little boys are all but jumping on his back and around his sprawled form, shouting and laughing with high-pitched screeches of delight. You cross your arms over your chest and clear your throat, arching an eyebrow at the sudden, complete silence that befalls in the room.

«Interrupting something?» you muse, hiding a grin when Din mutters his usual “dank farrik” and innocently faces your direction, kids still perched on his broad back; to say he looks utterly dishevelled would be the understatement of the galaxy. His dark curls all over the place, a few locks plastered on his forehead and falling in his hooded eyes, his face redder than usual. And is that the print of a tiny, three-fingered hand on his left cheek?

«We’re battling with daddy!» little Samir exclaims, circling his older brother’s shoulders with an arm, and Grogu promptly coos in agreement, nodding vigorously.

«Looks like you’re winning, my little warriors.»

«Were we that loud?» You simply cock an eyebrow at Din’s groaned question.

«I fear you might have scared the living hells out of our neighbours, love.»

«Yeah? – he breathes, stretching one arm with a grimace and smiling softly when Grogu grabs his forefinger in his tiny fists. – Good.»

«Din» you warn, despite being unable to quite stifle a giggle.

«Mere payback, cyare.»

«You’re supposed to be the adult, Din.»

«At least we have kids. What’s their excuse?»

You slowly shake your head, grinning in amusement, and press your back against the door’s threshold.

«Well, don’t let me stop you, boys.» You motion for them to keep playing, but your sons merely frown at you.

«Why don’t you join us, mommy?»

«You just beat a Mandalorian, sweetie. I don’t stand a chance.» Samir furrows his brow and bends towards his brother, who quickly lets go of Din’s finger to focus completely on him, the two of them seemingly starting a serious, mute conversation.

Your husband shares an amused look with you, before craning his neck to look at the two small boys comfortably sitting on his poor back. Oh, he’s going to feel this, tomorrow!

«Don’t worry, mommy. Me and Grogu agreed we are letting you win!» They shake with Din’s booming laughter, but you try to keep on an earnest look, because they’re clearly being serious about it.

«Oh, in that case, I’d be absolutely flattered to join» you then agree, putting one hand over your heart and slightly bowing in gratitude, your smile widening at their delighted expressions.

Quickly sliding down from Din, they pat what little space remains on the mattress and you slip out of your footwear, before jumping on the bed with them, the room soon filling once again with giggles and laughter and infantile shouts.

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hands | din djarin

gif from @thewayyoutasted

pairing: din djarin x reader

warning: 18+, not all that descriptive, but ya know: fingering? still working on writing smut.

a/n: i had to write a little thingy once i saw this gif. Im still not okay.

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You can’t look away. Every glance takes you back to the memories you cherish everyday.

You stare at your partner’s bare hands as he twirls one of his many blasters while the two of you wait until arriving at your next bounty.

“You just can’t stay still, can you Djarin.”

He catches his blaster and stops. His visor turns to you and you hear what sounds like a chuckle leave his helmet.

“You won’t let me play with you so I have to keep my hands busy.” He presses a combination of buttons on his vambrace and a hologram of the ship’s navigation pad appears. “We have two hours to go.”

Your brows furrow and you smirk at him. “I said you can’t play with me. I never said you couldn’t fuck me.”

Din lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. He abruptly stands and opens the armory - placing his blaster inside and slamming it shut. His action makes you jump and stand from your sitting position. As he takes a broad step forward, you take one step back until you hit the wall.

He encloses you between the wall and him and spins you around so your back hits his chest. He pins your hands behind your back with one hand and covers your eyes with the other.

“Are you going to be good today?” He asks you

You nod and take a deep breath. He tells you to close your eyes and face the wall. You comply and you feel your core tighten as you hear the distinctive hiss of his helmet unlatching. You hear his helmet hit the floor and his lips immediately latch onto your neck.

“Do you want to be fucked, cyar’ika?” You nod.

“You want me to take you from behind?” You nod once more.

He growls into your ear and you feel the blood rush to your face.

“I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you the way you like to be fucked.” He nibbles on your earlobe, smiling at the blush creeping on your face.

“D-Din. I need y- fuck. I need you to fuck me. P-Please.”

“Does watching me twirl my blaster around get you off? You like watching my hands, don’t you?”

You eagerly nod. “Yes. Yes, Din. I love watching your hands work. I love your fingers. Esp-Especially… fuck.”

You let out a moan when you feel Din let his bare hand slide into your pants and slide your intimates aside. He plays with you, but still not slipping inside.

“Especially what, cyare?” He smirks seeing you so vulnerable under his touch. The two of you started out as solo bounty hunters who decided to join forces after a tough bounty refused to get caught. You worked together more and more often and naturally, it blossomed to this. To you and Din ending up naked, out of breath, in each other's bed.

The two of you understood each other very well and knew what one another needed - space or pleasure.

“Especially when you finger me, Din.”

“You’re in for more than a fingering tonight. I’ve been very stressed as of late.”

“That makes two of us. N-Now… please stop playing and fuck me.”

You just remember being kissed on the temple and thrown over his shoulder. You were definitely in for a long night.

thank you so much! it’s a learning process, so that aspect of my writing will get better! 😂

thank you so much for reading and commenting! ❤️

hands | din djarin

gif from @thewayyoutasted

pairing: din djarin x reader

warning: 18+, not all that descriptive, but ya know: fingering? still working on writing smut.

a/n: i had to write a little thingy once i saw this gif. Im still not okay.

masterlist

You can’t look away. Every glance takes you back to the memories you cherish everyday.

You stare at your partner’s bare hands as he twirls one of his many blasters while the two of you wait until arriving at your next bounty.

“You just can’t stay still, can’t you Djarin.”

He catches his blaster and stops. His visor turns to you and you hear what sounds like a chuckle leave his helmet.

“You won’t let me play with you so I have to keep my hands busy.” He presses a combination of buttons on his vambrace and a hologram of the ship’s navigation pad appears. “We have two hours to go.”

Your brows furrow and you smirk at him. “I said you can’t play with me. I never said you couldn’t fuck me.”

Din lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. He abruptly stands and opens the armory - placing his blaster inside and slamming it shut. His action makes you jump and stand from your sitting position. As he takes a broad step forward, you take one step back until you hit the wall.

He encloses you between the wall and him and spins you around so your back hits his chest. He pins your hands behind your back with one hand and covers your eyes with the other.

“Are you going to be good today?” He asks you

You nod and take a deep breath. He tells you to close your eyes and face the wall. You comply and you feel your core tighten as you hear the distinctive hiss of his helmet unlatching. You hear his helmet hit the floor and his lips immediately latch onto your neck.

“Do you want to be fucked, cyar’ika?” You nod.

“You want me to take you from behind?” You nod once more.

He growls into your ear and you feel the blood rush to your face.

“I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you the way you like to be fucked.” He nibbles on your earlobe, smiling at the blush creeping on your face.

“D-Din. I need y- fuck. I need you to fuck me. P-Please.”

“Does watching me twirl my blaster around get you off? You like watching my hands, don’t you?”

You eagerly nod. “Yes. Yes, Din. I love watching your hands work. I love your fingers. Esp-Especially… fuck.”

You let out a moan when you feel Din let his bare hand slide into your pants and slide your intimates aside. He plays with you, but still not slipping inside.

“Especially what, cyare?” He smirks seeing you so vulnerable under his touch. The two of you started out as solo bounty hunters who decided to join forces after a tough bounty refused to get caught. You worked together more and more often and naturally, it blossomed to this. To you and Din ending up naked, out of breath, in each other's bed.

The two of you understood each other very well and knew what one another needed - space or pleasure.

“Especially when you finger me, Din.”

“You’re in for more than a fingering tonight. I’ve been very stressed as of late.”

“That makes two of us. N-Now… please stop playing and fuck me.”

You just remember being kissed on the temple and thrown over his shoulder. You were definitely in for a long night.

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dreamboat | greaser!frankie morales | part two

diner cred to @thatretrobitch​

pairing: francisco “catfish” morales x reader; 1950’s greaser!frankie x reader

warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking, ya know… 1950s stuff + death and war, and being rude af

a/n: part two of dreamboat

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dreamboat: part one | part two

“If I didn’t know any better, Francisco, I’d say you were teacher in a past life.” You look up at him and smirk. He looks over to you and gives you a crooked smile. He adjusts his jacket and runs his left hand through his hair.

Frankie taught you a lot more history than the teacher. Frankie had a lot more patience and explained each topic that was covered in much better detail and simply enough to understand. Like when Hattie Wyatt Caraway of Arkansas became the first woman elected to the U.S. Senate in 1932 to fill the vacancy caused by the death of her husband. Frankie compared it to the demonstration of the first long distance telephone service between New York and San Francisco in 1913 – surprising but needed.

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