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just-here-for-the-moment · 3 years ago

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Hello my love! Congratulations on 300 followers!!! It’s so so deserved. ❤️ I spun the wheel and got Marcus Pike/LK (my body is ready). Someone about our soft boy Marcus going feral over that sweet sweet titty nectar DOES IT for me

Ohhhhh I’m gonna die. This is how I die. I’m dead. Because there are THREE Marcus Pike lactation kink fics that have wrecked me up one side and down the other since I read them, and there’s no way in HELL I’m going to be able to hold a candle to them. But here goes some Marcus Pike x wife reader lactation kink under the cut! Also folding in and including this Ask from @hnt-escape

Word count: 2700

Outline/Warnings: Marcus Pike x “You” (Marcus’s wife, female reader) new parents with an 8-week-old baby; mentions of postpartum body changes and insecurities; mentions of not wanting to get pregnant again so soon; showering together; breastmilk spraying; vaginal fingering; Marcus realizing his lactation kink; one soft smack on Reader’s bottom; P/V sex; a sprinkling of orgasm delay; Marcus talking filthy-sweet to you (praise kink)

You woke up to a bit of sunlight streaming in the bedroom window. As you came to, your bleary brain refused to focus on anything. All you could think was Late. Baby? Why so late? Why didn’t the baby wake me?

You groaned and rolled onto your side, painfully aware of how engorged and hot your breasts were. The sounds of Marcus humming in the shower filtered to you through the door and you sat up in bed, tiptoeing your way to the nursery.

You checked the baby where she lay in her bassinet and noticed a mostly-empty bottle of breastmilk on the bookshelf next to the rocking chair. Ah, Marcus.

You had gotten up with the baby and nursed her around 1:30 in the morning. Based on how hungry she was, nursing and draining both sides, you assumed she was going through some kind of growth spurt. Marcus must have gotten up with her around 6:00 and fed her a bottle before putting her back down for a bit. Sweet man, you thought to yourself with a smile.

You opened the bathroom door and closed it behind you gently. You admired your husband’s naked form through the foggy, translucent shower curtain, reveling in the scent of his body wash as you stripped off your camisole and pajama pants. Your breasts leaked a few drops of milk as the steam and the warmth of the bathroom hit you.

“Room for one more in there?” You called softly so as not to startle him.

Marcus turned and slid the curtain open a crack, grinning out at you. He resembled a waterlogged puppy, all wet dark hair and big brown eyes. He looked you up and down, taking in your naked form with a low whistle. You grappled with the insecurities that welled up about your postpartum body, fought the urge to cover your belly with your hands or turn and hide from his gaze.

“Only if you��re the one asking, but I don’t think there’s enough room in here for you and me and all of your sexiness, too.” Marcus winked at you and licked an errant drop of water from the corner of his mouth. “C’mere.”

You opened the curtain at the back of the shower and stepped in behind him. He closed the gap at the front where he had stuck his head out, and you were enveloped in steam. For a moment it took your breath away.

Marcus started rinsing the suds off his chest, and you wrapped your arms around him, skating your fingers across his ribs as you hugged him from behind. You wanted to squeeze him tight but your aching breasts were rock-hard, painful and full of milk. Marcus hummed a contented sigh and draped his large hands over yours where they hugged his waist.

You turned your head to lay your cheek against his back, loving the way his skin felt on yours. New parenting was full of interruptions and stress, lack of sleep and doctor’s checkups and mountains of laundry and tiny little frustrations. This was the first time you had showered together since before the baby came, and it was a moment you wanted to treasure. You wanted to collect the sensations and the smells of his clean, warm, wet skin on yours so that you could conjure it up later and daydream about it while you were feeling low.

Marcus turned and faced you, pulling your lips up to his for a long, slow kiss. Droplets of water ran off his hair and down your cheek, and you felt drops of milk coming from both nipples.

“You want the water, babe?” He hugged you close and turned you both, stepping carefully around you in the small space.

You shivered as the water hit your back, almost too warm but absolutely delicious. You bent your head back under the spray and let it run over you and down your shoulders.

“Damn, baby! Does it always do that when you get in the shower?” You focused on Marcus, seeing his eyes fixed to your breasts. You looked down to see both nipples picking up speed, milk dripping rapidly now. You laughed.

“Yeah, sometimes. You wanna see something weird?” You grabbed one breast in both hands at the base, and squeezed and rolled your hands forward the way the lactation consultant had showed you. There was the briefest pause before the ducts began letdown, and then milk sprayed out, shooting the entire length of the tub and sprinkling Marcus across his stomach and crotch. His jaw dropped.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, worried that he would think it was gross. “Here.” You grabbed a wet washcloth so he could wipe it off.

Marcus ignored the cloth you held out. He seemed entirely shell shocked as he stared at your breasts, and you were growing more embarrassed by the second.

“You don’t have to stare like that,” you grumbled.

Marcus brought his eyes up to yours. “Do it again?”

“What?”

“Do it again baby, that was… just do it again.”

You laughed, and Marcus looked confused. “Why are you laughing? That was kind of hot.”

“You’re joking, Marcus. That was not hot.”

You turned and hung up the washcloth, rinsing your face under the water. The hot spray hit the tops of your engorged boobs with a sharp prickling sensation. More milk started to flow in drips and drabs. You felt Marcus’s big hands slip around your waist and he nuzzled your neck.

“I’m not joking, and I want a taste.” His voice was low and deliberate, serious. He wasn’t joking. You felt his cock harden against your ass, warm and slick as he pressed himself against you. Marcus brought his hands up to cup your breasts, gently lifting them as he ran his fingertips over your nipples.

He sucked on your earlobe, “Will there be enough for her? If I taste some?” You nearly buckled, your knees going watery.

“Uh huh, yeah.” You put your hands on the cold tile wall, bracing yourself as you leaned forward into Marcus’s hands. You cleared your throat, “I overslept, so I’m really engorged. I didn’t want to wake her up so I was just going to, uhm-” You lost your train of thought as Marcus licked your ear and kissed your neck. “Um, express it- ohhh, express it in the shower.”

“Don’t you dare.” Marcus’s voice went lower than you had ever heard it, “I want it all, sweetheart. Every last drop.”

You gasped, feeling suddenly depraved and desired. A feeling you hadn’t felt in weeks, surging now through the fog of postpartum hormones and sleep deprivation. You and Marcus had tried a quick, giggly fumble on the couch the other night, seeing if everything still worked like it used to, but this was the first time in a long time that you’d felt aroused, felt sexy.

You leaned your back against his chest and reached behind you to stroke his length. He moaned low against your neck and reached one big hand down to slide two fingers into your pussy. You gasped again and bucked your hips against his hand.

Everything in you felt raw and primal, hormones foaming up to drive you back into your husband’s arms with a biochemical imperative to make another baby. Your cycle hadn’t returned yet, but that was no guarantee that you wouldn’t get pregnant. Condom, your brain stuttered, or blow job.

You turned around and kissed Marcus deeply, letting him hold you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He let go only to reach up and aim the showerhead away from you, letting the water run down the wall.

He knelt in front of you and took a nipple into his mouth, squeezing the breast with one hand. It was painful, and not quite the right rolling sensation that was needed to get the milk to let down fully. You peeled his hand away and brought both of your hands up around the breast, squeezing and rolling gently. You felt the letdown, the squirt, and you saw Marcus’s eyes go wide with surprise before he closed them and sucked gently. His other hand came up to tease you again between your legs. You moaned as a shudder wracked your body.

It was too much to try to stand and stay upright through the sensations that were wracking your body as the steam swirled around you. You put one hand on his shoulder and patted gently.

“Marcus. I need to sit down if we’re going to do this. I’m getting dizzy.”

He opened his eyes and looked up at you, not releasing your nipple just yet. His deep brown eyes were liquid with desire, and he nodded gently. He pulled off with a gentle suck and smiled up at you. “Bed?”

You nodded and turned to close the tap. Marcus stepped out and wrapped up, and then held his hand out to steady you as you stepped carefully out of the tub. He wrapped a big fluffy towel around you and kissed you deeply, his still-hard cock now pressing you through the towel around his waist.

He tasted buttery from your milk, sweet and soft. You felt the strangest sensation of completion, something like a circle closing around. It seemed so right that the man who had married you, fucked you, and fathered your child wanted this part of you. It was like he was claiming something that was his, that he had helped bring to fruition… the idea would have made zero sense to you before, and you barely had time to recognize the notion before it floated away again.

Marcus broke the kiss and rubbed you up and down with the towel to dry you off. He leaned into you, towering over you with a smile. “You gonna go to bed or do I have to carry you there?”

You bit your lip and smiled up at him through your lashes. “I’ll be good, no need to threaten me.”

You turned and felt him give a gentle smack to your butt. You giggled and walked into the bedroom. Marcus spread his towel across the bedspread and sat down, leaning back against the headboard.

You kneeled and straddled his lap as he kissed you from your lips to your neck to your breasts. Then he took your nipple into his mouth again, cupping your breast gently as he sucked. His warm brown eyes were fixed to yours as you watched his face. You felt the milk letdown almost immediately, flowing into his hot mouth. Your unattended breast started to leak a few drops onto your thigh. Marcus rubbed it into your skin with his big thumb until it disappeared.

You held your hands on his shoulders and shifted your hips as you felt yourself grow wetter with desire. His eyes were closed now, mouth working as if he were asleep. His cock was almost impossibly hard now, pressing up against your slit. If you shifted any more it would just slip inside. It was so tempting, but you couldn’t, not without protection. You forced yourself to stay still, to not slide your hips forward and down, to just sit still and feel the sensation of his penis as it nestled against your throbbing cunt.

You threw your head back with a moan. “Oh, god, Marcus!”

He pulled his mouth off and switched to the other side, sucking with his lips as he murmured around your nipple, “Tell me what you want, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you... Anything you want, you and these perfect tits.”

“Unnhh… I want- oh god, I want you inside of me. Right now. Condom, baby- get a condom.”

Marcus let go and leaned over, reaching one long arm into the bedside table drawer and pulling out a foil square. You sat back and watched him roll it down. When he was covered you lifted your hips up and shuffled your knees forward. Marcus gripped himself with one hand and guided himself into you. You slid down with a deep, breathy groan.

“Oh, Marcus. Oh you feel so good!”

You put your hands on Marcus’s shoulders as he brought his hands back up to your breasts and cupped them, squeezing gently. “That’s it baby girl, that’s it. Ride me, sweetheart. Take anything you want.”

You bounced up and down harder, rolling your hips with each thrust as Marcus brought his mouth back to your nipples. You felt him suckle and moan, your nipples tingling with each vibration of his low voice.

He started murmuring to you, talking into the valley between your breasts as he laid kisses there, a stopping point as he switched from one nipple to the other.

“That’s it, baby girl. You’re so wet for me. I fucking love you and your perfect breasts, making milk for me and our baby. God, you’re fucking perfect.”

“Oh fuck, Marcus. Fuck me! I wanna come!”

“Not yet, sweetheart. I’ll let you come in just a minute. You’re fucking perfect. Keep going, baby girl.” He ducked his head back down to one breast, sucking harder now to stay attached as you bucked your hips in a sloppier rhythm.

Marcus felt so good against each breast, sucking out the pain of the engorgement, helping to deflate and defuse everything. Combined with the delicious stretch of him inside of you, you weren’t going to last long.

You wrapped one hand around the back of his head as he suckled against you, pressing his face into your breast. You pulled him off and leaned down to kiss him as you continued thrusting.

You whined into his mouth, “No, Marcus, baby. I need to come. I need you to make me come, please. Please please please.”

“Oh, you’re almost there, baby girl. Let me finish tasting you, sweetheart. Keep fucking yourself on me and I’ll let you come in just a minute. You can do it. You’re my perfect fucking girl.”

He ducked his head back down, and you started to feel the last of the milk draining out of that side, the ache as the breast emptied out. He switched over to the other breast and worked his mouth over the nipple, making you gasp and moan with the sensation of the harder suction. You felt a surge of the final letdown and then another aching, empty throb.

Marcus wrapped both hands around your waist and gripped you harder against him, matching your thrusts with his own. “Was that it, sweetheart? Did I empty all your milk?” He thrust harder up into you as he snarled, “You taste amazing. You’re my- good- fucking- girl.”

He leaned back slightly and brought one hand down to your mound, teasing soft circles with his thumb around your clit before he pressed down harder and started grinding your orgasm out of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let him take it out of you, your hips stuttering out the last of a choppy rhythm as you crested your peak and crashed over the other side.

You shouted out a wordless cry as you came, squeezing hard around his length as tears leaked from the corners of your eyes. Marcus wrapped both arms against your waist to help rock you back and forth. He clenched his teeth and huffed hot breaths against your sternum as he came, his face buried in your cleavage as you raked your fingers through his damp hair.

You both laughed out groans as you stilled, and you ducked your head to his to bite off kisses from his pouty mouth. He smelled like his shower gel and home and your sweet, buttery breastmilk and love. Your brain tossed up random notions connected with him. Husband. Marcus. Home.

You kissed him and kissed him until he was soft inside of you. And even then he refused to let go of your waist, murmuring sweet praises up into your mouth with a smile.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby girl. I didn’t know you could do that with your milk. If I’d known I was into that I would have asked you weeks ago.”

He bent his head to kiss the soft skin at the top of each breast, whispering almost to himself… “My perfect girl. I love you.”

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write-and-buried · 3 years ago

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Just sending you a deeply personal attack, a Molotov cocktail of a lactation kink fic… and now I’m going to run away! https://ezrasbirdie.tumblr.com/post/650943911424147457/ask-for-it

I HAVE BEEN ATTACKED

#submission #i luff him #Marcus Pike x lactation kink #i ain't even sorry

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lucrezia-thoughts · 4 years ago

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Dearest Lucrezia…

First and foremost, sorry this is mega early for Marcus and Max Monday… I just had to get this thot out of my head long enough for me to concentrate during my shift…

Okay, so, I’ve already requested an… elaboration… on Marcus Pike’s breeding kink, but hear me out: lactation kink? Your thoughts, dearest?

I adore you as always,

-🐞

My dearest 🐞!! You never have to apologize for sending something in!!

I'm gonna put my thoughts behind a cut... 18+ under the cut...

Okay... I never even thought of this until I read An Acquired Taste by @thirstworldproblemss ... and I could have sworn @lunasblipsandblurbs wrote something about a lactation kink for Din... but I can't find it... anyway, I fully FULLY acknowledge that my thoughts are influenced by theirs...

Marcus Pike & Lactation Kink...

Marcus was aware of his breeding kink... that's how you ended up here... pregnant... with his child... but he had truly believed that was the extent of his pregnancy related kinks...

You were in his lap... his cock buried deep inside you as you slowly rolled your hips...

Marcus had his hands on your hips, keeping you balanced, as he watched your face... completely absorbed by the expressions of pleasure he was coaxing out of you...

When he readjusted slightly, his cock shifted inside of you to brush up against your g-spot...

You moaned and rolled your hips again before gasping...

Marcus's brow furrowed at the gasp and looked down to where you were staring wide eyed at your breasts...

Pearlescent drops had formed at your nipples and his hips involuntarily bucked at the sight... causing your fingers that were experimentally touching the drops to pinch your nipple...

The action had a stream of the liquid shooting onto Marcus's chin... with some landing on his bottom lip...

Marcus's eyes widened and you felt tears start to form in your eyes as you tried to apologize... but Marcus's tongue had lapped up the bit that was on his lip...

His resulting groan startled you enough to stop your tears...

His eyes were blown black with lust when they locked with yours and he sat up quickly and latched onto your nipple... suckling at it to coax more milk from you...

When he heard you moan above him, he sucked harder...

Yeah... he thought breeding was the extent of his pregnancy related kinks... he was wrong...

#lucrezia answers #hi friend!!#i 💚you #and so does neville nugget #dearest 🐞#🐞 anon #tw lactation #tw lactation kink #tw breeding kink #female reader #marcus & max mondays #marcus pike x female reader #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike headcannon #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike smut #smut

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lilkermit14 · 3 years ago

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Kinktober list 2021

List from @the-purity-pen

Day 1: Facesitting (whiskey x f!reader)

Day 2: Threesome (Frankie x f!reader x Santiago)

Day 3: Hair-pulling (Javier Pena x f!reader)

Day 4: role reversal (Dave York x f!reader)

Day 5: Lap dance (Marcus Pike x f!reader)

Day 6: Food Play (Oberyn Martell x f!reader x Ellaria Sand)

Day 7: Stripping/strip tease (Pero Tovar x f!reader)

Day 8:

Day 9: Hate/angry sex (Max Phillips x f!reader)

Day 10: Praise Kink (Frankie x f!reader)

Day 11: Mirror sex (Pero Tovar x f!reader)

Day 12: Begging (Maxwell Lord x f!reader)

Day 13: Edging/orgasm denial (Marcus Pike x f!reader)

Day 14: Swallowing (Marcus Moreno x f!reader)

Day 15: Masturbation (Pero Tovar x f!reader)

Day 16: Accidental Stimulation (Marcus Moreno x f!reader)

Day 17: Pegging (Jack Daniels x f!reader)

Day 18: Cock Worship (Javier Pena x f!reader)

Day 19: Overstimulation (Mando x f!reader)

Day 20: Sex Toys (Dave York x f!reader)

Day 21: A/B/O (Ezra x f!reader)

Day 22: Nylon/tights (Maxwell lord x f!reader)

Day 23: Squirting (Frankie Morales x f!reader)

Day 24: Lactation (Marcus Pike x f!reader)

Day 25: Breeding Kink (Pero Tovar x f!reader)

Day 26: Pregnancy (Oberyn Martell x f!reader x Ellaria Sand)

Day 27: Corruption/Training (Ezra x f!reader)

Day 28: Almost getting caught (Jack Daniels x f!reader)

Day 29: Period Sex (Max Phillips x f!reader)

Day 30:

Day 31: WILD CARD: Sex Pollen/Squirting/69 (Pero Tovar x f!reader)

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supernaturalgirl20 · 3 years ago

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I’m going to be doing kinktober this year and I’m using @the-purity-pen kinktober list. This will be a first for me 😬 they will probably be little drabbles but we’ll see how it goes.

All of these will contain Smut so please if your under 18 keep scrolling 😊

Face sitting - Frankie Morales x reader

Threesome - Marcus Pike x reader x Javier Pena

Ass worship- Dave York x reader

Knife play - Pero Tovar x reader

Uniforms - Frankie Morales x reader

Deep throating - Javier Pena x reader

Role play - Maxwell Lord x reader

Seduction - Ricky Hauk x reader

Hate/angry sex - Ezra x reader

Hickey/Biting marks - Agent whiskey x reader

Mirror sex - Veracruz x reader

Begging - Oberyn Martell x reader

Edging/orgasm denial - Marcus Pike x reader

Bath/shower - Zach Wellison x reader

Masturbation - Dave York x reader

Massaging - Veracruz x reader

Pegging - Oberyn Martell x reader

Sex work/prostitution- Javier Pena x reader

Glove kink - Din Djarin x reader

Anal - Pero Tovar x reader

Candle/wax play - Oberyn Martell x reader

Thigh riding - Agent whiskey x reader

Window/balcony sex - Max Phillips x reader

Lactation - Marcus Pike x reader

Breeding- Din Djarin x reader

Pregnancy - Pero Tovar x reader

Aftercare- Ezra x reader

Almost getting caught- Ricky Hauk x reader

Gender swap - Maxwell Lord x reader

Against a wall - Frankie Morales x reader

Wildcard- Marcus Moreno x reader

#pedro pascal #dave york x reader #frankie morales x reader #marcus pike x reader #veracruz x reader #oberyn martell x reader #ricky hauk x f!reader #pedro pascal x reader #ezra prospect x reader #pero tovar x female reader #tppkinktober2021

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thesmutbasement · 3 years ago

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Welcome to The Breastaurant: Lactation fics that hit the spot!

Everything here in The Smut Basement is for 18+ friends only! Minors and unverified persons will be blocked. Please heed ALL author warnings when you click a link.

Multiple Characters

My Girl by @foli-vora (Dave York x Reader x Frankie Morales x lactation kink? Yes PLEASE! -Claire)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

Kit-Kats and Milk by @toomanystoriessolittletime (WHEW!!! This was… look, Dieter is chaotic, and HOT, but this blew me away!!! Fucking hell… HOT, I’m telling you! -Claire)

Din Djarin/Mando (The Mandalorian)

Always Need This by @whiskeynwriting (This was soft and hot-hot-HOT!! I’ve read it twice in the past two days and I’ll probably read it again tonight. I think we can all agree that Din is touch-starved and needs some love, and this fic delivers!! -Claire)

Carry Me to Safety series by @221bshrlocked (Din finds a new friend at a brothel who lactates because she was subjected to experiments. When he finds her again... well, look, just go READ it, okay? Once you get a taste of it you won't be able to put it down! --Claire)

Nourished by @absurdthirst (This is part 3 of a Mando's riduur/pregnancy/birth series, and the whole series is amazing, but if you're looking for the lactation kink part, it's here in Part 3! --Claire)

Frankie “Catfish” Morales (Triple Frontier)

Taste Like Heaven by @mando-forgive-me (This fic inspired some feelings and now the thought of Frankie indulging on my tits while talking dirty to me is living rent free in my brain.) - Lauren

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

An Acquired Taste by @thirstworldproblemss (The third Marcus Pike x Reader lacation kink fic, inspired from the Kinktober piece. All 3 make the perfect set! Buy one today! --Claire)

Ask For It by @ezrasbirdie (Marcus Pike x Reader: This was the first lactation kink fic Claire ever read, and it WRECKED her. That's a ringing endorsement!)

Kinktober 2020 Marcus Pike fic by @absurdthirst (This is the granddaddy of the Marcus Pike lactation kink fics! The one that started them all! It inspired both "Ask For It" and "An Acquired Taste"--Claire)

300 Followers Celebration Ask by @just-here-for-the-moment (There was some definite leaking in the basement when I was reading this, but it was not breast milk. I had to clear out my calendar because I won’t be able to focus on anything but his filthy praise for the rest of the day. 🥵 Guess I’ll have to take care of that leaking problem...) - Lauren

Six Weeks and Forever by @javierpinme (Your friend Marcus Pike has taken you and your daughter in after your boyfriend kicks you out. He buys an extra baby monitor for his own room, coos and talks softly to your baby, and when your milk duct gets clogged he helps you OUT. This killed me, and I loved every minute of it! -Claire)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Circumference Thou Bride of Awe by @pedros-mustache (I henceforth declare Marcus Moreno the Lactation King. Here’s why. You know what? Just read it. One taste and you’ll never get enough. Marcus certainly couldn’t.) - Lauren

To be continued...

Bottom of the Basement: Filthy Fic Recs Masterlist

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unhinged-summer-fun · 3 years ago

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unhinged-summer-fun’s fic masterlist

TAGLIST FORM HERE

I won’t be listing my taglist FORM in fics because external (non-Tumblr) links on posts doesn’t let them show up in the tag search. If you’re in my tag list, you’ll be tagged in a reblog with the words “Taglist reblog” in the notification.

My AO3. - Everything I post here will be posted to AO3, but I won’t be listing the AO3 link in posts anymore because external (non-Tumblr) links on posts doesn’t let them show up in the tag search.

Plum Blossom - Explicit, inspired by Flowers for Ishtar by beskarberry; Din Djarin x F!Reader

Set after the events of Flowers for Ishtar, Din and his riduur spent some time together. Lactation kink. Alien genitals. Fisting. Squirting. None of this is being done to the reader.

Slut Djarin - Explicit, series masterlist; Din Djarin x Everyone

What if The Mandalorian but if Din Djarin fucked everyone he interacted with?

pear-shaped - Explicit; Din Djarin x F!Reader

Din’s most recent foray into cooking puts him in dire straits. You didn’t peg him for the kind to go along with your solution.

punch-drunk in love - Mature; Din Djarin x Fennec Shand

Din comes home to his wife a bit worse than the way he left her.

mesh network - Explicit, series masterlist; Boba Fett x Din Djarin x Fennec Shand x F!Reader

An unlucky hacker picks the wrong target, and ends up in deeper waters than she ever thought possible.

professional chef!din - Teen; Din Djarin x F!Reader

Din is an unconventional chef among the culinary elite, and his restaurant is next on your list. Unfortunately, you have a reputation as the city’s most ruthless food critic.

the art of second place - series masterlist; Elder God!Boba Fett x F!Reader

Reader is a sacrifice to a mysterious unnamed god. When that god turns out to defy her every expectation about the divine and how the world works, it opens her up to another impossibility: love.

oasis - Explicit - Boba Fett x GN!Reader x Sarlacc

You fall into the Sarlacc Pit with Boba Fett. It’s up to you to get you both out.

mesh network - Explicit, series masterlist; Boba Fett x Din Djarin x Fennec Shand x F!Reader

An unlucky hacker picks the wrong target, and ends up in deeper waters than she ever thought possible.

flicker - Mature; Max Phillips x F!Reader

Reader is Max’s personal assistant, and sees more of who he is than anyone else ever has. Somehow Max doesn’t run from this.

untitled flicker sequel - Mature; Max Phillips x F!Reader

Coming Soon!

another year around this rock - Mature; Max Phillips x F!Reader

Max’s best laid plans for your anniversary date clash with your own plans for the evening.

same hell; different devils - Mature; The Thief x Reader

1,313 years ago, the thief made a mistake, stealing from the Devil. He was cursed to do his infernal lord’s bidding, and never considered he was the only one in this situation.

triptych - Mature; series masterlist; The Thief x Marcus Pike x Reader

Soulmate AU. MMF. An artist, an art thief, and an art theft investigator are more alike than they think.

saint sebastian in ecstasy - Explicit; The Thief x GN!Reader

Extreme kink fic with sounding. If you don’t know what it is, look it up! Sub!Thief, Dom!Reader

was it worth the froyo? - Explicit; Dave York x F!Reader

You sneak out when Dave has told you not to. Oops.

red glare - Mature; Dave York x F!Reader

Dave had been waiting for the opportune moment to give you what you want.

quick-change - Explicit; Dave York x F!Reader

Dave needs you over for PTA business. Or perhaps… more than just PTA business. (Prequel to To Build a Dynasty)

To Build a Dynasty - series masterlist; Dave York x Carol York x Marcus Pike x F!Reader

A goddamn mess of a PTA AU.

triptych - Mature; series masterlist; The Thief x Marcus Pike x Reader

Soulmate AU. MMF. An artist, an art thief, and an art theft investigator are more alike than they think.

puppy play marcus

i hope to go to his heaven - Explicit; Marcus Pike x GN!Reader

worth the being found - Explicit; Marcus Pike x GN!Reader

TENS out of 10 - Explicit; Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

Your friends have decided the betting pool on you and Marcus needs cashing in. You only stand to benefit from their meddling.

sueños - Explicit; Javier Peña x F!Reader

Javier’s just asked you to move in. Or something. He’s overthinking it. Like, a lot. (You aren’t.)

diving for dreams - Mature; a gift for @lellowberry! Ezra x F!Reader

Ezra had missed a lot of traditions while stranded on the Green, so you take him out to make up for it. And you get really, really high.

daddy whiskey

rivers til i reach you - Explicit; Agent Whiskey x F!Reader

i’ve got you babe - Mature; Agent Whiskey x F!Reader

like they know about me and you - Explicit; Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Frankie can’t sleep, and needs your help to calm down.

i’ll still look at you like the stars that shine - T+; Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Frankie and his lady take the day off, and commiserate.

wanna know that body like it’s mine - Mature; Pero Tovar x F!Reader

A mysterious, grumpy mercenary practically falls into your arms while you’re on house arrest. It’s certainly an interesting winter.

home is wherever i’m with you - Mature; Pero Tovar x William Garin

When Tovar is kidnapped by bandits on the long way home, William gets him out of some pretty tight binds.

These are fics for characters I don’t write a ton of! Of course, I’m always open to requests.

meet me in the afterglow - Explicit; Comandante Veracruz x F!Reader

You enjoy a nice sunrise with your Comandante. He enjoys something else.

cornelia street - series; Zach Wellison x Reader

A series in three parts about recovery, ghosts, and healing.

good tidings - T+; Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

Oberyn had no idea about your holiday decorating obsession, but the cat’s out of the bag now.

flunktober 2021 masterlist - fic collection (already spread thru main masterlist)

Flunktober is a mashup of three different events: flufftober, whumptober, and kinktober. As such, all of these prompts are 18+ only.

30 for 300 Followers Celebration - drabble collection

a misc. collection of drabbles for my 30 for 300 Followers Celebration.

#masterlist #unhingery

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mellowswriting · 4 years ago

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pairing || Marcus Pike x fem!Reader

summary || Welcome home, Baby Pike! Sneak peeks of Marcus Pike being the best father and husband in the world.

words || 3,985

warnings || pregnancy and labor (no graphic detail), allusions to sex, BABY DADDY MARCUS PIKE Y’ALL, a somewhat physical altercation (Between Marcus and a stranger), fluff, mentions of breastfeeding, referenced breeding kink

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You never expect your life to change on a Tuesday at two o’clock in the afternoon. In fact, you expected it to change three days prior on your due date, but Baby Pike decided that they wanted to make their entrance into the world a total surprise to everyone. After a morning full of what you thought were Braxton Hicks contractions, your water broke right in the middle of the living room. A small surprised yelp came from you, one that had Marcus scrambling from the kitchen to your side in an instant.

“Honey, what is it? Are you okay?” He asked, his eyebrows pinched together in worry.

“Yeah.” You said breathily, chuckling slightly. “Yeah, my water just broke.”

“What?” Marcus whispered and you watched as the realization broke across his face. He immediately held you at your forearms and eased you back to sit on the couch, a smile slowly growing on his face as he knelt in front of you. “Okay.”

“Oh my god, Marcus.” You stared at him, eyes wide, hands rubbing your belly almost absentmindedly. “Marcus, we’re having a baby.”

“Holy shit, we’re having a baby!” Marcus cried out excitedly and you couldn’t help but pull him forward to give him a kiss, one he eagerly reciprocated before pulling back suddenly. “I have to call Dr. Weston!”

At first, you had been pretty worried about how Marcus was going to handle your labor - the man could barely handle it when you had a headache, for god’s sake. But to your surprise, he shouldered the role of birthing partner with a calm demeanor. Firm and steadfast, Marcus let you drape your arms over his shoulders to support yourself through some particularly rough contractions, his voice low and reassuring as he met each of your fears with steady encouragement.

It really shouldn’t have surprised you, in hindsight.

Marcus practically ran after Dr. Weston to scrub up with her, intent on helping catch his little one ever since she brought it up and you confirmed that it was okay over and over; he never wanted to overstep, especially during such a serious, life-changing moment. His excitement was a beacon through your pain and exhaustion and frustration.

The last few pushes were rough. You were exhausted, everything hurt, and you were just over it. You were over all of it, and you wanted that damn baby out and you wanted to fucking sleep. Marcus could tell, his eyebrows pulled together in worry, but the second he stood from between your legs to return to your side, you gritted out that if he didn’t stay right there and help bring his child into the world, you would kill him yourself.

Understandable, but not your proudest moment.

With a dozen more pushes and the encouragement of both Dr. Weston and your fiancé, a shrill cry pierced the room, followed immediately by your fiancé’s amazed whispers of “Oh my god, oh my god”. Your little one was lifted up to your chest by Marcus’s sure hands.

“He’s so perfect.” You whispered, your voice hoarse and barely audible over his wails, tears of pain and exhaustion and joy falling once more as you cradled the perfect little baby against your chest. You laughed wetly and looked up at Marcus, your tears mirrored on his face, and you couldn’t help but say, “I told you he was a boy!”

“You were right.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your hair before gazing back at his son and laying his gloved hand on his back. He didn’t bother trying to hold back the tears and neither did you. “You were so right. He’s so beautiful.”

After you and your son were both cleaned up and settled and one extremely personal visit from the hospital’s lactation consultant, you laid in the hospital bed with little Oliver held at your breast. The tiny baby was just as exhausted as you were it seemed, his eyes fluttering shut as he suckled. Marcus paced by the bedside, his phone cradled to his ear as he spoke to his parents.

“Yeah, she was amazing. You and Dad can come by once she gets some sleep, they’re both pretty tired.” Marcus kept his voice low even though he knew you weren’t asleep, trying to let you at least rest for a little bit. “Oh, he’s perfect. Seven pounds, eight ounces. Twenty inches long. He’s got a head full of hair, just like I did.”

The pride and happiness in his voice made you smile despite the exhaustion and soreness that radiated through your body. Marcus sat next to you once his call was over, resting his head on your arm as he gazed at you.

“Thank you.” Marcus whispered. His eyes were shining with more tears and an appreciation that took your breath away. “You have given me everything I’ve ever wanted and I just… thank you.”

“No, thank you.” You chuckled quietly. “I’m sorry I threatened to kill you.”

Marcus shrugged, an amused smile on his face. “I don’t blame you.”

You puckered your lips in a silent request for a kiss, something Marcus gave without hesitation. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Marcus gave you another kiss before leaning back in his seat, content to sit and watch the miracle that was his life. “Get some sleep, my love.”

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The first weeks at home with your little boy only confirmed the suspicions you had since the moment you met Marcus Pike - he was an amazing father. Beyond that, he was an amazing partner. Despite your insistence that he didn't need to, Marcus took it upon himself to bring you a glass of water and anything else you could possibly need every time you nursed. A pillow to prop up your feet, a book to read, the remote to pick a show to watch. Only when he was sure there was nothing more he could do, Marcus would sit next to you, happy to just enjoy the moment together.

A lot of promises were made, way back in the beginning of your pregnancy, a few of which you didn't even remember at first. But Marcus did, and that man followed through. Each time a tiny wail would echo through your home past ten o’clock at night, Marcus tossed back the blankets and was out of bed before you could even sit up all the way. Sometimes he would deliver a little bundle of hungry baby to your arms and then whisk him away back to his bed once his belly was full. Other times you would hear Marcus over the baby monitor as he hummed and sang and whispered to his son as he changed his diaper and rocked him back to sleep.

“Thank you. You’ve given me so much, I… thank you.” He murmured into your shoulder as he settled into bed behind you one night, having just put Oliver into his bed. “I love you so much and I promise you, I will give you the entire damn world.”

“You already have.” You whispered as you turned to kiss him.

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Somehow time managed to drag and fly by at the same time, the days, weeks, and months morphing together. Oliver grew like a weed, sleeping well and eating more than you thought he could even hold in his little belly. Every milestone he hit made pride swell inside you both. Watching Marcus interact with Oliver took your breath away more often than not. The second you passed Oliver off into his father's capable hands, Marcus was cooing at him, lifting him up in the air to see that gummy smile and hear that high peal of giggles each time Marcus gently jostled him about.

Going out in public with Oliver had a tendency to be nerve wracking, especially those first few times. But your worries about germs and public diaper changes quickly gave way to the fear and frustration that came from complete and utter strangers. It was the last thing you expected to be a problem and maybe that was naive of you, but holy shit. How many people thought it was perfectly acceptable to just harass parents while they’re out with their babies?

Too fucking many.

Oliver, on the other hand, loved going to stores, although the rhythmic swaying as he snuggled into either you or Marcus in his ring sling almost always had him knocked out within the first fifteen minutes. One second, those big brown eyes were taking in the bright lights and the next, he was conked out with his little cheek squished in the most adorable way.

He was snoozing against your chest as you perused the ice cream aisle, Marcus trailing a couple feet behind you with the cart as you both tried to pick out some flavors. You were so focused on the billions of choices in the freezer in front of you that you didn’t even notice the way the other man in the aisle was eyeing you.

“How old?” He asked, motioning to Oliver.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. All of the questions, god were you over it, but you weren't trying to cause a scene in the middle of the ice cream aisle. “Uh, four months.”

“Congratulations!” The man said and before you could fully process what was happening in front of you, he was reaching a hand out seeming to… touch your baby, what the hell did this guy think he’s doing!? You twisted away on instinct as both of hands came up to cover Oliver protectively, but before you could find your voice from under your shock to give that man a piece of your mind, Marcus swiftly stepped between you and grasped the man’s wrist.

In all your years of knowing Marcus, you had never seen his face so stoney. The muscle in his jaw jumped as he clenched his teeth, his eyes alight with anger, and all you could do was stare, wide-eyed at this fierce and protective side of your fiancé you had never seen before. Marcus didn’t say anything - the punishing grip he had on his wrist was enough to have him murmuring an apology and backing off. His face didn’t soften until he looked at you, his hand settling over yours on Oliver’s back as if he had to reassure himself that his son was still cradled safely between you.

“Are you okay?” Marcus asked.

You still couldn’t find your voice, though this time it was stuck behind a lump of admiration and appreciation and desire because holy shit. Watching Marcus shift from his usual goofy, loving self to someone who would readily and easily break the wrist of a man who had the audacity to try to touch you or your child… it stoked something deep in your belly, some fundamental, basic urge that made you crave him.

“C’mon, we don’t need ice cream. We need to go home.” You said, grabbing him by his forearm and dragging him back to the cart.

“Wait, I’m sorry.” Marcus’s voice was full of worry. “I acted like a caveman and it was ridiculous, I shouldn’t have -”

You cut him off with a kiss, leaning up on your tiptoes to firmly press your lips against his with your hand at the side of his neck. It pulled a surprised sound from Marcus but he gladly reciprocated, his hand finding your hip by habit.

“We aren’t going home because I’m mad, Marcus.” You whispered almost conspiratorially before jokingly covering the side of Oliver’s head, as if to keep him from hearing you. “We’re going home because I need you to fuck me.”

Marcus’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but a playful grin followed immediately after and he immediately grabbed the cart in one hand and intertwined his fingers with yours in the other. The shopping trip was only half successful grocery-wise, but in the end it was worth it to be able to drag him into bed and show him just how much you appreciated that protective side of him.

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The last thing Marcus wanted to do was go back to work. Walking out the door and leaving you and Oliver at home had been damn near impossible, but he really didn’t have much of a choice. He had used every second of his paternity leave and if he tried to weasel out of going back into the office, he was pretty sure he would get fired.

That first day was the worst. Marcus knew better than to call or text you constantly, but he missed being able to just see you and Oliver whenever he wanted. So instead, he checked his phone constantly, glancing over and over again just in case he received a text from you. Every now and then his phone would chime and it made him grin with each and every picture or small update you sent him. The little reminders of what he had waiting for him are what got him through the day.

Each week that passed, the wait for the clock to chime five o’clock became easier. His passion for his job reignited once he was steadily working again and his life felt so much more full than he ever thought it could be. He had a job he loved with an amazing team and a family at home that he cherished. It choked him up if he thought about it all too much, how he endured heartache after heartache, all the while thinking he would never actually get the life he envisioned for himself.

It made coming home to you and his son that much sweeter. Each evening played out by the same pattern; Marcus would plant a kiss to your lips and then Oliver’s head as he scooped him up to snuggle him, inquiring about how your day was and intent on hearing every silly little detail of whatever you got up to that day. A satisfied little smile found his face as just how full and happy his life was.

Bedtime routine was something Marcus excelled at; if there was a competition for getting a baby settled into their bed, he would win first place every damn time. You were jealous, there were no two ways about it. Yes, you could get Oliver down for the night just fine, but there was just something about the calming air Marcus carried about him that had the little one’s eyes fluttering shut.

You claimed that he was magic, but Marcus was sure it was just his boring office stories that knocked his son out.

Weekends were something special to Marcus. He loved the lazy mornings where he didn’t have to heave himself out of bed and creep around to get ready for work without waking the baby. Being able to instead appreciate how pretty you looked lost in your dreams and wake you with soft kisses was a gift he appreciated even before your family had grown.

Except now he got the added pleasantry of scooping up Oliver when he woke and bringing him into the big bed for you to feed him before Marcus could make him laugh that adorable laugh by popping up from behind the sheet he held in front of his face. Those cozy moments were his happy place, the fuel that got him through long days and sleepless nights.

Since the weekend brought all three of you together for the entire day, Marcus had taken a liking to offering to gather up Oliver after he had a full belly so you could have some time for yourself. It left him in awe just how much you did for your family, how hard you worked to keep the fires burning at home, and he wanted you to keep your fire burning within as well. The soft sounds of music and the perfumey smells of your bath products coming from under the bathroom door always made him smile, little Oliver curled against his chest. It was a win-win all the way - you got to relax without the immediate responsibility of childcare hanging over your head and Marcus got to bond with his kiddo.

Afterwards, Marcus would always bring the three of you together for some quality family time. Whether it was a simple walk through the neighborhood to the park a few streets away or a simple picnic in the backyard, Marcus loved getting to see you and Oliver bathed in sunlight, both of you cracking up as you tickled him while he tried to wiggle from your grasp. Oliver always ended up asleep at the end of the entire ordeal, exhausted from all of the fun and action, and Marcus always volunteered to carry him home, even when he had the empty stroller in front of him.

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You woke up feeling beyond well-rested. The heaviness that often plagued your eyelids had eased completely, leaving your eyes opening easily to blink against the sunlight peeking through the window. The sheets next to you were rumpled and cold and you shot upright on instinct. When you fell asleep, both Marcus and Oliver had been curled up with you, your son safe between both of his parents as he snored lightly. He wasn’t feeling well, a small fever and a case of the sniffles making him more clingy than usual, and neither you or Marcus could deny the puppy-dog eyes he gave from the foot of your bed when he toddled into your bedroom from his own.

The sound of Sunday morning cartoons eased the worry that prickled down your spine. With a quick stretch and a low groan, you tossed back the blankets and quickly made your way into the living room, and the sight that met you brought a small smile to your face. Both of your boys were still in their pajamas, a colorful pile of crayons between them where they lay on the floor as they scribbled away in a shared coloring book, the cartoons on the television entirely forgotten as father and son created yet another masterpiece sure to end up on the refrigerator with the half a dozen others. It took a moment for you to catch Marcus’s eye and he smiled at you in greeting before leaning closer to Oliver to whisper, “Guess who’s awake?”

Oliver’s head immediately snapped up to look around and he scrambled to his feet the second he saw you standing in the doorway. “Mama, mama, mama!”

“Good morning, little man!” You greeted as you scooped him off of his feet, his arms wrapping around your neck and tightening with a dramatic groan. You settled him on your hip and brushed his wild hair from his face. “Feeling better?”

“Better!” Oliver exclaimed, nodding so fast it made even you dizzy.

“I’m glad, baby.” You ruffled his hair, chuckling at his dismayed response of ducking away from your hand and wiggling from your grasp. His little feet took off running the second they touched the carpet, but your arms weren’t empty for long. No, Marcus stepped right into them and wrapped you in a warm hug, planting a kiss to the top of your head.

“We decided to let you sleep in.” Marcus said, his chest rumbling against you as you relaxed into his embrace. “His fever is gone, has been since around 7:30.”

“Good, I was worried we’d have to take him to the pediatrician.” You murmured before leaning up to kiss him soft and slow, breaking away at the sound of a pan hitting the floor in the kitchen. “Sounds like someone’s trying to make breakfast again.”

“Better get in there before he spills flour all over the floor again.” Marcus chuckled, giving your ass a quick pat as he followed the sounds of destruction.

Once Oliver had gobbled down a bowl of cereal and you had a cup of coffee to sip on, all three of you settled on the floor to finish up the drawing that Oliver insisted he needed both of his parent’s help for. He was all too happy to slap it on the refrigerator under one of his letter magnets before scampering off to drag all of his toys out for the first of many times. Marcus plopped down on the couch next to you, situating himself so he could lay his head in your lap.

Those pretty brown eyes of his fluttered shut with a pleased hum as you began running your hands through his hair, the untamed curls fluffy and soft between your fingers. He winced slightly at the familiar sound of Oliver’s toy chest dumping over in his room and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“So, I was thinking…” Marcus murmured, sleepiness returning to his voice under the relaxation your talented hands brought him.

“Don’t hurt yourself in the process.” You teased.

A pout formed on Marcus’s face and you leaned down to kiss his put out lower lip so he would continue. “I was thinking we could talk about if you want to do all of this again.”

“All of what?” You asked, your brain still booting up from sleep. Your fingers paused in his hair when it clicked. “Do you mean another baby?”

“Yeah.” Marcus’s voice was soft, quiet, as if he was fearing rejection.

“That’s ironic, actually.” You said with a small laugh. “I was thinking about asking you if you wanted to have another baby.”

“What?” Marcus sat up to face you, hope and excitement bright in his eyes. “Really?”

“Of course,” You shrugged as you reached out for his hand, your thumb swiping back and forth over his knuckles. “Ollie is gonna be in preschool soon and I think three-ish years is a good gap for siblings. He really would make such a great big brother. Besides, I already told you I wanted a full house. Wait, we would definitely have to find a new house. Shit. I didn’t even think of that. Maybe we should just -”

Marcus’s lips crashed against yours, effectively cutting off the worried words that were about to spill from you in a rush. The kiss was messy and broken up by the huge smile Marcus wore. “We can start looking now. That way we’ll have a new house by the time I get you pregnant again.”

A shiver rocked down your spine at his words, at how excited he was at the prospect of having your belly swell with his baby again. Marcus pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closed, the both of you just breathing in the moment of electricity. “Are you really ready to do this?”

“Hell yes,” Marcus said with an eager laugh, his voice lowering as he continued. “And this time I’ll know exactly what I’m doing. I’ll know I’m filling you up, getting you nice and round with my baby again.”

“Fuck, Marcus.” You whimpered, that familiar heat pooling in your belly.

“Just you wait until tonight, sweetheart.” Mischief was plain on his face, his bottom lip momentarily captured between his teeth as he gripped your chin in a gentle, yet firm hold. “I can’t wait to get you pregnant again.”

With that lewd thought, Marcus gave you another firm kiss before leaving you there on the couch to make another cup of coffee, probably to give you both the space to cool off. With a loud sigh, you leaned heavily into the cushions unable to contain the grin you wore. How lucky were you? An amazing husband who doubled as an amazing father to your sweet, happy little boy. Two thriving careers. And even more plans for your family’s future. Soon your son hopped his way back into the living room, insisting you and Marcus come see the tower he made with his blocks. Hand in hand, the two of you listened as Oliver explained his creation, happiness and hope hovering in the air around you.

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x y/n #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike

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la-lunaluna · 4 years ago

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time for fic recs! (may 2nd)

Hello, everyone!

I decided to change a little bit the way I post my fanfic recommendations here on Tumblr. Now I’m going to do this every Sunday night and I’m not going to specify just one writer or character, I’m simply going to read and recommend to you what I’ve read during the week and I liked.

● this post contains fics I’ve read between April 29th and May 2nd and titles were organized in alphabetical order ●

* = 18+

*ALIIT by @absurdthirst (co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers)

I think one of the most liked things in fics where Din is the character is the fact he can’t show his face because he’s a Mandalorian. But what if the reader is also a Mandalorian? Nobody can see each other's faces. This is already funny and hot, but Keri (and Charlie) were able to make this even better! It was delicious to read several ways of their love and desire, how they discovered each other and how intimate they became over time (pregnancy was a total bonus here, I LOVE fics with pregnancy/babies). All this in 9.6k words!

*MY GIRL by @foli-vora

Frankie Morales PLUS Dave York PLUS female reader PLUS lactating kink. Seriously, I almost passed out. Dave being a little mysterious and Frankie being kind of suspicious/wary about the situation was really really hot. This fic was written for @autumnleaves1991-blog Writers Wednesday and I think it shocked everyone! I can’t wait for part 2 (I think we all are)!

*SINS OF THE FLESH by @danniburgh

Well, by the title you can deduce this can be hot and wrong at the same time. Let me tell you who the character she had chosen to be a PRIEST on this fic: Dave mf York, ladies, and gentleman. I started reading this and with just 20 or 30 lines I already was like ‘OMG WHAT IS THIS?’ but when I finished I was feeling like Lil Nas X pole dancing to hell (but I didn’t stop lol)! The way the story slow burns is SO WELL WRITTEN! I could read it even if it has like 30 chapters! I would certainly be going straight to hell? Probably, but who cares? Friendly reminder: if religious content can make you feel guilty, please do not read this.

WONDERFUL COINCIDENCE by @mrpascals

This was the last fanfic of Gabi’s birthday collection (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, XUXU, ILYSM!) and I couldn’t be happier because the character she had chosen was the love of everyone’s life Marcus Pike. If he’s the one, my heart melts before I even start reading. But then... I remembered this was written by Gabi and her writing MAKES ME FALL IN LOVE EVERY TIME I READ! If that cute and sweet kind of fic gets you, you’re gonna love this! I’m not going to tell here what the coincidence the title is talking about because the surprise makes everything better!

Do YOU have something to recommend to me? I’m sure you do! Comment here the fic you want to spread (can be yours)! Pedro Pascal, Oscar Isaac, and Star Wars fics are the most welcome, but be comfortable to recommend me anything!

See you next Sunday! 🥰

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just-here-for-the-moment · 3 years ago

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Marcus Pike Character Masterlist

All my fanfic is 18+ only (minors please exit immediately)

Series

Your Assigned FBI Agent is a Secret Freak (Co-written with @katareyoudrilling as an homage to @whataperfectwasteoftime)

Requests & One-shots

x female reader short fiction - “Paris” x female reader short drabble - "Bathtime" Part 1 is Frankie Morales, Part 2 is Marcus Pike (part of the Summer 2021 Smut Peddler Battle Royale)

x petite female reader headcanon - Meet-cute, extra soft/fluffy Size Kink request (part of the 300 followers celebration!)

x female reader short fiction - Lactation kink request (part of the 300 Followers celebration!)

x female plus-size reader - A letter from Marcus (part of the 300 Followers celebration!)

x female reader - The Bookstore

x female reader - Size Kink x Anal Sex (part of the 300 followers celebration!)

x female reader - Anal Sex (part of the 300 followers celebration!)

JHFTM Masterlist Main

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal x you #pedrostories #pedro stories #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike fic #marcus pike fanfic #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike smut #the mentalist fic #the mentalist fanfic #the mentalist fanfiction

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absurdthirst · 2 years ago

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Kinktober 2022: October 25th

Day 25: Lactation // Collaring // Mirror Sex

Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Lactation, breast play, body image issues, mirror sex, vaginal sex, praise, body worship

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Moaning softly, your eyes slip closed, enjoying the feel of his slightly calloused hands as they gently massage your tender breasts, making them ache in that sweet relieving kind of way that simultaneously makes your pussy weep and tremble around absolutely nothing since you are woefully empty.

“Feel good, baby?” His nose brushes over your shoulder, lips pressing a feather light kiss and you can feel his gaze on you in the reflection of the mirror you are in front of.

He knows it does, he just wants to hear it. He always wants to hear the words, the sounds that you make when he has you right where he wants you. “Yes.” You admit breathlessly, turning your head so that your lips graze his ear.

His chest is warm, almost too warm against your back, legs spread wide on the chair he has both of you sitting on. Your legs are draped over his, hooked over those thighs as he pushes them apart wider, opening you up. Exposing you.

“You gonna open those eyes, beautiful?” He coos softly, another dozen kisses pressed to your skin, gentle and worshiping. “You gonna see what I see?”

Your brow furrows slightly but you don’t open your eyes. You know what you look like, that’s one of your problems. Every day you examine the way your breasts sag and your newly distributed weight sits on your postpartum body. You aren’t impressed and despite the fact you would never call your son a mistake, he had changed your body.

“Marc-”

“You’re gorgeous.” He groans in your ear, fingers releasing your nipples and he cups the weight of your breasts and squeezes gently, making you gasp. They are full, soon needing to be expressed either by your son’s hungry mouth or by the pump your husband had so lovingly bought you.

Your small scoff isn’t missed, not from the way his hands tighten on your tits again, making a small stream of milk leak from your aching nipples to run down the back of his hands. “Open your eyes.” His command is harsher, laced with the dominance that few thought Marcus Pike possessed because he only wielded it when necessary.

Slowly opening, you immediately find his eyes in the mirror. Dark, filled with anger. Not directed towards you, but that you would think negatively about yourself for even a moment. His intense gaze makes you want to apologize, to make him relax but the way he squeezes your breasts again captures your attention. Lowering your eyes to your breasts where they are reflecting back at you in the mirror. The milky stream flowing down your skin and over his.

“Fuck, everytime I see you feed him, see you pump, I just want to drink from you.” He groans, his cock twitching where your ass is pressing it between you and his stomach. He hadn’t wanted to be inside you just yet and you feel the way your cunt bottoms out and the rush of arousal floods your open sex. “Gorge myself on your milk until my stomach hurts or your tits are empty.”

You exhale roughly, it wasn’t like it was something you hadn’t talked about before. Marcus was pretty open with his kinks and what he was open to try. There wasn’t much that was off the menu but the greedy, hungry look in his eyes makes it even more thrilling. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.” He squeezes again, another dribble of milk wetting your skin and he lets go of your breast to slide his hand through the liquid, fingers tracing the deep caverns in your skin. You had been envious of the women who seemingly didn’t have stretch marks. Yours were like wounds, deep and permanent where your skin had stretched beyond its limits no matter how much lotion or cocoa butter you rubbed into your stomach.

You flinch, not from being ticklish, but because you know they are ugly. Disgusting. It’s something that you know you will never get rid of, and you don’t like the reminder that even if you lost all the baby weight, you would never look like you did before.

“Are they sensitive, baby?” He asks, fingers caressing the marks lovingly and you bite your lip, looking back up into his eyes. The anger is gone, love and understanding replacing it. Consideration for your feelings gazing back at you while he touches you.

“No.” You huff, trying to stop yourself moving away from his fingers.

“I love these.” He admits, making you frown. “You wouldn’t have them if we didn’t have our son. You gave him your body.” He murmurs, palm sliding over your tummy possessively, down to the extra skin that having a baby brings. Holding it gently, protectively. “You made him a home for nine months while he grew. Safe and protected by you. Those marks remind me of that.”

You aren’t supposed to cry while you are sitting naked on your husband’s lap, but your eyes get watery. Wondering why, how the universe gave you someone so fucking wonderful as him. So caring. “One day - when you aren’t so self conscious and trying to hide from me, I’m going to kiss every one of them.” He vows, making you squirm in slight embarrassment but mostly anticipation. If he tells you he’s going to do something, you can guarantee that he’s going to do it.

“Marcus.” Your tone is needy, breathless. It’s exactly how he wants to make you feel as you look at yourself, his body behind you. You are the focus right now and the way that his eyes are filling with lust darkens them. The amber of his hues being edged out by the inky black of his pupils blowing wide.

“Then there’s this.” He cups your cunt, making you whine when his finger taps against your already soaked entrance. Your hips try to grind down on his hand but the way he has you splayed open, you can’t do much. The sound of frustration you make puts a smirk on Marcus’s handsome face, leaning in and nuzzling your ear. “I know baby, I know.” He coos. “I’m going to make you feel good, but I need to make you see what I see first.”

You want to protest, to insist that you see it, but you can’t. Not when he is looking at you like you hang the stars in the sky and are the embodiment of a goddess. When there is no way that you see yourself. The heat and adoration in his eyes not wavering through the first bloom of love to now, when you are indelibly changed.

“Perfect little pussy.” He rasps, his voice dropping and you can hear the way his breath changes. “Always so fucking perfect, tight and hot.” You bit your lip when his palm grinds against your clit. “Watched it bring our little boy into the world and yet it's still amazing how you squeeze me so tight.”

He’s never made any secret of the fact that he loves sex with you. He hadn’t pressured you into sex after you had recovered, but was estatic when he could touch you again. Now he’s touching you, his fingers pressing slightly, pushing inside your walls just an inch.

“Marcus.” It’s hard to keep your eyes open when you want to close them in pleasure. Biting your lip and muffling the moan. “I- I need-”

“What, baby?” He presses them in just a bit deeper but not nearly enough to fill you like you want to be. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

“You.” You huff in exasperation. “I need you inside me.”

Humming, Marcus pulls his fingers out of you, urging you up so he can position that gorgeous cock of his at your entrance for you to sink back down on. His hands guide your hips down slowly as he breaks you open. It’s gorgeously obscene as you watch the way that he slips into your body in the mirror. His thighs tensing and his hips shifting up, seeking more. His own eyes fluttering and trying to close in pleasure while he moans into your ear.

It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful and the way he is looking at you makes it intimate. Tits leaking milk, stretched skin, extra weight, none of that matters right now when he is panting your ear.

“So good, god I love you so much baby.” He groans. “So good for me, so tight, feel that? I’m ready to fucking cum and I just got inside you.”

His cock presses up inside you perfectly, filling you just like you need him to and you could sob for how good it feels. Especially when he flexes deep inside your walls and makes you gasp out, rolling your hips on instinct to chase it.

“Not going to.” He promises, hand sliding down and splays his fingers on your thigh so he can press his thumb to your clit without blocking the view. “Gonna make you cum like this, want you to see your pretty little pussy go wild.”

Whimpering, you clench around him hard enough to make him hiss. “Shit. Then- then I want to turn you around. Suck on those tits while you cum again. Drink your milk and fill you up with my cum.” His voice in your ear is sinful, delicious. Telling you everything you need to hear right now.

“Oh fuck, baby.” You think that this might be your new favorite way to have sex now. Right here in the mirror, where Marcus can make you see just how perfect you are to him.

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javierpinme · 3 years ago

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Six Weeks

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Word count: 4.1k

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY, minors this is not the fic for you)

Warnings: unprotected sex (this is fictional wrap it up irl), lactation kink, friends to lovers, cursing, two flustered babies trying to hold back their horny asses, marcus sucks on some titties and tries to keep it together like the gentleman he is, and there’s clear consent my friends I promise even though the relationship is unestablished. Anything else I missed let me know!

Summary: Marcus comes home to find you in pain when your milk gets clogged so like any good friend, pining or otherwise, he helps you thus changing the course of your friendship.

A/N: Oh man, who do I thank first for this? I would not have gotten through this without @just-here-for-the-moment and her guidance as I have zero experience on anything baby related. Huge thanks to @lowlights for being my soundboard and the discord babes for hyping me up on this. Reader does have stretch marks from her pregnancy, but that’s it as far as physical description. However, if you spot anything please let me know (respectfully).

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You hear grunting from inside the guest room, your bedroom for the time being or permanently as suggested by Marcus down the hall.

You want to help him, but the soft breathing from within your arms prevents you. You wouldn't even be helpful with how sore your body is all the time. You admire the delicate features of your baby girl with your finger, curled into a swaddle and mouth parted while you lull her to a deep sleep even with all the noise going on.

She’s six weeks as of a few days ago.

You never thought you would end up in this difficult situation—newly single but you never got help anyway once you brought Penelope home. The only one waking up to soothe her cries and even down to diaper changes was all you.

So when you called Marcus telling him it was over and that you were being thrown out with nowhere to go—he jumped at the opportunity. He repeatedly assured you that the house he had purchased when he thought Teresa would be joining him in DC wasn’t made for a bachelor when you told him you wouldn’t overstay your welcome.

He had more than enough space and you tried to ignore the butterflies in your belly when he came home one day with a baby monitor. You explained you already had one in your room, but he insisted on taking some baby shifts so you could properly rest—walking to his bedroom to install it the minute he stepped through the threshold.

You try to ignore the embarrassment that he only mentioned it because of how dark your under eyes had become from lack of sleep when he helped you move your stuff.

Your boyfriend—ex boyfriend never liked him and the feeling was more than mutual.

You wonder if he intentionally came to your place during his break when he would have his badge and so he could shift his suit jacket just so, displaying his gun to silently intimidate the man.

Marcus and you met when he first moved to the city, not knowing anyone and down on his luck. A chance meeting in an art museum, the only comfort provided given that he was alone as Marcus would later tell you after that day.

You finally get Pen down for a nap—the swelling and tenderness you had been trying to ignore and breathe through arrives in full swing now that you’re not occupied with a task.

You had plans to make dinner for Marcus as a thank you, but the ingredients you had delivered for the surprise pad thai sits untouched on the counter.

You wanted to repay him for all that he’s done for you during the time of you living under his roof. Like when he came home one night to you highly on edge from an understandably stressful day with your daughter, coaxing you with the promise of pizza and watching her to get you to take a long shower.

You still remember hearing your daughter’s coos when you walked towards the kitchen to grab a cool glass of water to counteract the heat of the shower—hearing and seeing him on the couch talking softly to your daughter.

“You’re going to be good for mommy right? She works so hard to take care of you, but you have me. You’ll always have me if I can help it.”

It makes you wish more than anything it was him in that delivery room and he was the father of your baby girl.

You pace through the kitchen, living room, and back to the kitchen while trying to gently massage your breast like the doctor had taught you, slowly building up pressure from back to front, all attempts for modesty thrown out the window with your bare breast on full display while wearing a robe. Frustration builds in your eyes when you have no reprieve and the swelling is progressively feeling worse.

You know what the problem is, your doctor warned you that 20% of women experience this but you took it as an 80% chance of it not occurring—the decision to pay half attention to what they were saying is a regret given the situation.

You hear the jiggling of the front door and try to put on a straight face, turning your head towards the ingredients that are still not put away and pulling the robe tighter around yourself. Your attempt to put on a face is a failure when his brows furrow and he immediately speeds over to you.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” His tone drips with concern and his thumb caresses your cheek in gentle strokes.

He looks behind you to the food sitting on the counter. “What’s this?”

You immediately crumble into a sob and all the emotions you had been trying to hold in bubble to the surface.

“I-I was going to make you dinner, b-but I–Pen’s asleep and it hurts. I’m so sorry. ” You trail off at the end and you gasp trying to catch a breath between your crying and the pain you’re still having.

Your brain and mouth aren’t matching up and you can tell you're confusing him as he tries to catch up with what you’re saying. He cups your cheek and checks for any external injuries when your face pinches with a whimper.

“Shhhhh, sweetheart, it's okay. Just tell me what’s wrong.” He warbles and cages you into his chest, cupping his hand around the back of your head but lets go when you recoil from his affections.

You’ve never rejected his hugs and he panics that he overstepped, but his tense shoulders sag in relief when you shake your head.

“Not you, Marcus. I-” You don’t know how to tell him, feeling like you’re crossing an invisible line in admitting this. You grip the robe where the pain is focused wishing it was skin, but you don’t want to make him uncomfortable by doing it in his presence.

But this is your Marcus. Not your Marcus, but one of your closest friends—maybe even your best. He’s seen you during the worst of your past relationship and he’s never been anything other than charming with a heart of gold.

You never knew that he wished more than anything to be the one by your side in the delivery room—to coo his praises at you and be the one to hold your hand as you brought your daughter into the world that he would love like his own regardless of the man standing next to you.

But instead he paced around the waiting room, silently hoping both you and your baby girl would be safe, breathing out a shaky sigh of relief and racing to your room when visitors were allowed in.

He got the breath knocked out of him right there and then and every day since—waking up to your soft coos through the baby monitor when Pen was fussy and he greedily imagined a life that is a far reach from reality. Like you coming to his room instead of your own so he can pepper your face with kisses until you fall back asleep in his arms.

You avoid meeting his eyes when he tilts his head to meet them and you take a deep breath, not able to voice what’s wrong while he’s looking at you like that.

“It hurts. What I’m doing isn’t working-” You hiccup with a squeeze on the fabric that is loosely on your breast, the waffle knit of your robe irritating your inflamed nipple.

His eyes bounce between where you’re grasping as respectfully as he can to your glassy eyes, brows furrowing until slowly he gathers what you’re implying. “Shhh, okay okay.”

“No, I’m sorry I shouldn’t-don’t worry about it.” You cry because it’s not Marcus’ problem, this is not something you should be coming to him about. As much as in your most secret daydreams you wished it could be Marcus someday but that got crushed the day you looked at your pregnancy test.

You begin to walk away to deal with your problem on your own but he grabs your shoulders, being mindful that your skin is sensitive.

“Hey, none of that. I got this.”

His confident tone fades when reality hits, hands flexing to expel the nerves that’s building up his chest.

“Um, I guess sit down? Wherever is comfortable for you, sweetheart.”

“Bed? I guess?”

A range of emotions cross his face until he locks onto one—hesitance. “Are you sure? I want you to feel comfortable.”

Butterflies flutter in your chest again at the fact that this man, no matter what, thinks of you and your comfort. A gentleman through and through.

“Yes, Marcus. Will you please help me?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” He breathily exhales and goes to place his hand on the small of your back before dropping the motion just as quick when you walk towards your bedroom. A knot forming in your throat and a fire in your core at the unwilling images forming in your head as you sit tentatively on the cotton sheets.

“Here, let me-”

He gets to work gathering your obscenely large collection of pillows and piles them all against the headboard until he decides it is sufficient enough. You think maybe he’s stalling the inevitable, but he seems set on it.

You softly smile when he puts his hands on his hips with an approving nod, taking the task on like he does with his job—with complete efficiency.

“Alright, you ready?” You silently nod.

He helps you adjust yourself into what is basically three walls of pillows, excluding in front of you to make room for him to move closer. It feels too intimate and your heart rate begins to pick up when your eyes meet his nervous brown ones.

You grab the edge of the robe where the source of your pain is, pausing before you start pulling away the fabric to expose your breast.

“Um, I’ll have to. You’re going to see-”

“I was married, you know.” He huffs in amusement, but patient as ever waits until you’re ready.

You roll your shoulder to get the robe off with a nervous laugh, your fingers finishing your disrobing from shoulder to waist—unable to break away from Marcus’ direct eye contact while he shifts in place, avoiding looking down where you’re aching until you give him the okay.

An intrusive thought barges in uninvited that he might not like what he sees, your breasts overall looking different since giving birth and breastfeeding, stretch marks scattered around the skin. But before you can pull the robe tight around you to take it back he looks down with—admiration?

His chest heaves in a sharp inhale, getting up abruptly to take off his suit jacket and his tie. He won’t tell you that the reason is because his skin feels like it’s on fire since he looked at you, wondering how the hell he’s supposed to get through this without getting a boner.

He sits back down facing you and looks between the bareness of your skin to your face, raising his eyebrow in question. “Can I?”

It feels like you got the breath knocked out of you, nodding your consent and voicing it after he asks you to.

“Yes.” You breathily answer, trying and failing to keep the arousal out of your voice, but the twinge of pain brings you back to why you’re doing this in the first place.

“Um, okay I think the doctor said to do it this-” You’re cut off by a gasp when his warm hands start lightly massaging the back of your breast and roll forward to your nipple. Your eyes flutter closed when he builds up pressure, the pain still present but a little less than it was when you were doing it.

“Yeah, like that.”

The way you say it shoots right to where the blood is rushing to his cock, wishing you were saying that for an entirely different reason. He readjusts his position again to hide his growing erection, hoping like hell you don’t spot it.

“Mmmm, how did you learn that?” You open your eyes when you’re met with silence and instead see an adorable flush from his chest peeking out of his shirt to this neck.

“Uh, I–I bought some books when I found out you were coming here.”

He’s still massaging your breast but he’s avoiding looking at you, afraid that he’s overstepped somehow. Your heart feels like it dropped down to your stomach over the fact that he read up on how to deal with this. How could he possibly be embarrassed?

“Thank you.” You lift your hips up to shift down further and lay your head on the fluffy pillows, the pain still there but Marcus’ large hands are a relief. You’re almost too blissed out to care about the breeze from your robe riding up your thighs.

“Is it-is it helping?”

“Um. Yes?” You squirm uncomfortably from the dull ache returning to your breast, silently willing your body to cooperate and not dare ask for anything more.

However, Marcus can sense it.

“Your body language tells me otherwise.Tell me what you need, honey.”

He knows what you need, read it online during his research and was intrigued by the idea, one of the deepest fantasies in his mind roaring to the surface but he needs you to voice it. If he secretly hopes you want it he doesn’t show it.

Your heart rate is well past picking up, surprised that he doesn’t hear the way it’s threatening to break out of your chest, the cotton under you starting to become itchy and unbearably hot on your skin. But when you look at Marcus, sweet Marcus, he is a picture of safety. He would catch you and support you—never judge you for anything in the time you’ve known him.

You’re willing to fall into the unknown with him by your side.

“I-I think I need…your mouth.” The pitch of your voice going up during the end of your sentence, more a question than finding confidence but the soft smile on his face reassures you that you’re okay. Everything is okay.

Right? Good lord, you hadn’t thought this through and if it weren’t for the pang of pain you would take it back in an instant.

Marcus’ cock twitches in what’s becoming his unbearably tight trousers, wanting nothing more than to readjust his pants but not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Instead he instructs you to lay back and relax, unsure if he’s telling you or himself that.

He shifts to hover above you and you fight the urge to cup the back of his neck and bring his plush lips to yours, but you’re broken out of your trance when you hear the clearing of his throat.

“....Can you?” He tips his head down to where your thighs are closed and those brown eyes meet yours again or—is he looking at your lips?

“Yeah, of course.” You take a deep breath through your nose and open your legs enough to make room for him.

“It’s just more comfortable this way.” He nods.

“Yeah, less strain on your back.” Arousal drips from your tone like honey and you lift your hips again to move to a laying down position. You twist the sheets in your hands, nodding your consent that you’re ready.

But that first tentative lick proves just how little ready you are. The kitten-like stimulation shoots right down to your core, releasing the grip of one of your hands on the sheets and raking your fingers from the nape of his neck to the crown, gripping it like a vice. His stubble creating a delightful burn on your breast.

The control you were holding onto so tight snaps the minute his wet and warm tongue laps at your nipple.

Your whine is masked by the strained groan he lets out, the vibration of it pleasant on your sensitive skin. He continues his gentle licks to get you used to his mouth on you, alternating between licks and soft sucks, holding off on using his tongue to build pressure so as to not overwhelm you.

Once he takes his time and you begin to melt under his ministrations, he applies more suction with his tongue, encouraged to suck harder when you let out a soft moan, pulling on his hair before apologizing and loosening your hold to gentle strokes.

“Fuck.” The word barely audible with his mouth full of your breast, his cock completely straining his pants by now and he wants more than anything to grind his hips against the mattress, but denying himself at risk of offending you.

Your chest heaves in heavy pants from the zap of pleasure that shoots down your spine with every pull of his mouth, your leg wrapping around his hip in your hazy want to bring him closer.

You begin to feel that familiar pull behind your nipple with every buildup of pressure, that pins and needles sensation and Marcus is even more motivated when a bead of milk pearls on your nipple and you feel that rush of release. Marcus lapping and drinking all that you give him, alternating between both of your breasts to catch the milk trickling down to the underside of your breasts.

You hum in pleasure and run your nails throughout his hair, Marcus humming in approval at your gentle scratching as he continues to clean you up. Now that your breast is less swollen, you’re brought back to the present when you realize how soaked your panties are—warm and wet against his pants to the point that there’s no way he can’t feel how aroused you are.

His arms ache from having to hover over you for so long so he lowers himself on the bed more and it's then that you feel his erection against your inner thigh.

The brown eyes you love are blown out with lust and you bite back a whimper with your teeth when you glance at his lips that still have a bead of your milk on his parted lips.

“Marcus…” You whisper, silently conveying and hoping he understands how much you want this, not wanting to assume the hard bulge on your thigh gives you the consent to finally do what you think about late at night in the privacy of your room.

“Are you sure?” He whispers back.

He strains to keep his hips above yours, aching to feel just how warm you are between your thighs.

“Yes.”

Your whine is cut off when he crashes his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss, pouring all the passion and lust into it. He moans into your mouth when he finally presses his hips on yours, confirming how soaked you are when your robe falls open on your sides. You take advantage and slip your tongue into his mouth, melding and tangling your tongues together desperately.

He tweaks your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, another bead of milk flowing out and he breaks away from the kiss, smirking when you chase it and laps at your breast again, cognizant of your sensitivity.

You curl your fingers around his strands and pull him back up to kiss you again, tugging his dress shirt out of his trousers with your free hand. He takes the hint and reluctantly pulls away with one last kiss to stand and unbutton his shirt—honed in as you open your legs wider and curl your finger to coax him back.

His cock twitches with need to push himself inside of your wet heat, his grey boxers displaying a dark spot of precum as your eyes follow to where he’s unbuckling his belt and his trousers falling to the floor.

He puffs his chest out in pride when you lick your lips as he pulls off his boxers before joining his pants on the floor, completely bare before you and you mindlessly stroke your inner thigh to feel some sort of stimulation.

He knocks the hand on your thigh away and wraps his arm around your middle, allowing you to pull the robe away and toss it off the bed. He joins you on the bed and pulls your panties off, worshipping your skin as he peppers it with kisses from your thighs down to your ankles.

He audibly gulps when he’s met with your glistening folds, unable to resist running a finger through them, spreading your juices to your clit and circling it in soft strokes.

“You’re so wet.”

You keen from his attention on your clit, your arousal visible on your inner thighs but you’re more than ready for him since he first licked your nipple. You cup your hand on the back of his neck to pull him on top of you, but pout when he resists and chooses to sit next to you against the headboard instead.

“Marcus, please fuck me.” You mewl.

“Want you to set the pace, honey.” He wraps his arms around your middle and pulls you towards him in a straddle, your thighs shifting to bring him closer.

“Just want you.” You cry as his cock slots against your pussy, the tip of it bumping on your clit.

“Wanted you for so long.” He growls and lifts you up with his arm wrapped around you, his free hand notching his cock at your entrance and you slowly sink down with no hesitation because of how prepared you are.

You clench around his cock, already on the edge of coming after your pussy being neglected for so long. He groans loudly, thrusting up into you once when you close around him.

“Fuck honey, I’m not gonna last. God, you feel so good around me.” He moans and massages your breasts again.

You lift up off his cock and bounce on him repeatedly, and place your hand flat on his chest to begin circling your hips, your head falling back on a moan when your clit catches on his trimmed hair.

“Oh god Marcus. ‘m gonna come.”

Your thighs start to burn from having to keep yourself up, trying to work through it when it feels so fucking good. Marcus, as always with anything, notices your struggle and lifts himself up, gripping your hips in a tight vice.

He thrusts up into you again and again, focusing on the spongy spot of your inner walls when you respond to the thrusts with a loud moan. He takes advantage of the new angle and laps your now oversensitive nipples, bringing down his hand between you to circle your clit again.

A tightness in your abdomen builds and builds until you fall over the edge, clenching hot and wet around him while he helps you ride out your high, grinding up into you before rushing to his release.

“Where?” He rasps.

“Inside, please. Wanna feel it.” You whine, picking up your thrusts to meet his desperate ones, humming in approval when you feel his warm come spilling inside you with a groan vibrating on your chest.

His hot breath puffs against your skin, returning your fingers to his curls to center yourselves. He pulls out of you and you wince at the emptiness, his and your come dripping onto the sheets.

“C’mon, let's get you cleaned up.”

He grabs your hand, kissing the back of it and walks into the ensuite to turn the shower on. He opens up the medicine cabinet and your next question gives him that beautiful flush again.

“Is that lanolin cream?”

He clears his throat and mumbles. “I wanted to have a backup ready.”

Once the water is warm enough he pulls you in and begins to lather up a washcloth with body wash. He starts cleaning you top to bottom, peppering your body with kisses as he goes.

“Where were you when I was eight months pregnant and couldn't see my feet?” You tease.

He laughs, quickly cleaning himself as well and gasps at something you’re unaware of until you look down to see where his eyes are. The warmth of the shower causes your milk to trickle down your breasts again, albeit not as much of a flow as it was before.

He presses light kisses around your areola and gently pushes you up against the tiled shower wall. “Think you can go another round?”

You answer by wrapping your leg around his hip, matching his smirk and quickly dropping it when he thrust back into you with a moan.

The application of the lanolin cream prompting yet another round after he insisted on doing it himself.

You clearly had some making up for lost time to do.

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absurdthirst · 2 years ago

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Rating: Explicit

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Warnings: Drug use, pregnancy mention, surrogacy talk, oral sex (female receiving), sex toys, unprotected sex, cream pie, pregnancy angst, doctors, breast play, talk of anal play, oral sex (male receiving), lactation kink, cum play, food cravings, angst, Dieter being Dieter, labor, childbirth.

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Picture Perfect {Javier Peña x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 14.5k

Warnings: Sex, vomiting, oral sex (female receiving), unexpected pregnancy, sexism of the time, mentions of abortions, hurt/anxiety, labor, breastfeeding, mentions of periods, soft moments, feeeeelings

Comments: Your affair with your partner was supposed to just be for fun, until you discover you are pregnant. Before you can tell Javier, Messina finds out your secret and send you packing back to the states. Leaving you to tell the man you’ve discovered you love that you are pregnant with his child over the phone.

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There's a knock on your door and you smile, rushing forward to open it. Javier offers you that lazy smirk of his that already has you wet and ready for him. You can't seem to get enough of him. Not since that night in the office after Steve had left and you both decided to let off some steam by having him fuck the tension out of you over your desk. You usher him inside and lean out to look down the hallway to make sure no one saw him come to your door.

It's silly because you could lie and say you are reviewing case files but Steve would know that's a lie. You can't risk anyone finding out. Both of you would be sent home as soon as you can say "Pablo Escobar." After shutting the door, you spin around and find yourself pressed up against the door, Javier's lips molding against yours and he swallows your moan. Your arms wrap around his neck to drag him closer and you tilt your head back against the door when he kisses down your neck. "We- we need to stop doing this" You tell him breathlessly despite it being the last thing you want.

Javi snorts and nips at your neck. “You don’t mean that.” He knows it’s risky, but fuck if he wants to give this, give you up. It feels too good and he loves the way that you respond to him. Even his liaisons with Gabby have slowed down, the two of you satisfying each other’s needs. His hands grip your ass and he drags you away from the door and spins you around to start moving you towards your bedroom. He knows your apartment almost better than his own, coming over practically every day.

You let him guide you back towards your bedroom and you work on unbuttoning his half buttoned shirt. Shoving it off of his shoulders to pool at his wrists as he doesn’t let go of you yet. You whimper when he reaches for the hem of your shirt and you stumble as you let go of him to allow him to pull your shirt over your head and you take the opportunity to push his shirt onto the floor. “Fuck baby” You whimper when he kisses along the swell of your breast while he tries to unclasp your bra. You hiss when you knock into the door frame and he apologizes.

“Sorry babe” He murmurs and you enter your bedroom.

“It’s okay. I’ve had worse. As you know” You say as you stroke his chest.

“Yeah.” He does know it. You are a tough fucking cookie. He had been skeptical when he had heard you were coming in, a woman. Afraid that you wouldn’t be able to handle the real like shit that this all was. Not that he thought ill of women, it’s just fucking rough down here. The sicarios don’t respect anyone and he doesn’t want you to ever get captured by them. “Fuck baby, you’re so pretty.” He coos when he strips the bra down and flings it to the ground.

You moan when he cups your tits, your legs hitting the foot of the bed and you shift to lay down, dragging him down on top of you. “You’re pretty too” You tell him honestly. You know he hates his nose but you think it’s his most attractive feature. Strong and dominant, like he is. “Javi please. It’s been too long” You whine despite him only fucking you this morning.

Chuckling darkly, he smirks down at you. “So greedy. Addicted to my cock.” He grinds his still clothed cock against the shorts you are wearing, loving how you moan and lick his pulse. He ruts against you while he kisses down your chest and pushes one of your breasts up so he can wrap his lips around a nipple.

You moan when he sucks on your nipple, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. “Oh God babe” You whimper, arching into his mouth when he switches over to the other breast and your panties are soaked. “Enough teasing” You complain, pulling his hair to drag him away from your chest.

“Always so eager to get right to fucking.” Javi huffs, enjoying teasing you. “One day I’m going to cuff you to the bed and not listen to you.” He threatens as he stands up to shuck off his jeans. “Never met a woman who didn’t like foreplay.”

You chuckle breathily but sit up to watch him as he kicks his jeans away after toeing off his shoes. “I’m too impatient” You confess, reaching for his hard cock. You pump slowly and bite your lip as you watch his mouth fall open. “I wouldn’t mind being cuffed to the bed. As long as I can do it to you too. Wouldn’t mind just using your cock to cum over and over again. Not letting you cum until I’m satisfied” You smirk and twist your wrist.

Javi grunts, twitching in your hand even if he’s got a frown on his face. It’s not the idea of being at your mercy that he doesn’t like. It’s the not cumming. “That’s not very nice baby. You want me to have blue balls?” He teases, knowing you won’t let him go too long. You squeeze him gently and he groans, thrusting into your hand. “Take your shirts and panties off so I can fuck you.”

You oblige, letting go of his cock and unbuttoning your shorts, shoving them down along with your panties in one go and Javier grabs them off of your ankles to toss them to the floor. You spread your legs and look up at him, “I just want to see the great Javier Peña beg to cum” You confess.

He snorts, thinking about the number of times he had nearly begged to fuck you. That would probably count as well. “You’re a cruel woman.” He shuffles back up onto the bed and skims his hands up your thighs. “I’d beg though. In this perfect cunt? Fuck yes.”

“That’s what I like to hea- oh shit.” You cry when he pushes into your cunt. “Jesus Jav. Some warning” You pant with a breathless chuckle. His cock stretches your walls and it stings but it’s glorious. You’ve never had a man make you feel like his cock is in your stomach but Javier stretches and fills you up. “So good baby. Come on, fuck me Agent Peña” You tease, running your hands along his shoulders and back, lifting your thighs up to his hips.

Javi huffs and leans down to press his lips to yours. “You’re gonna wear me out faster than chasing narcos over roofs.” He smirks when he pulls back, feeling your thighs tighten because you don’t want him to pull out too far. Thrusting his hips forward, he groans when he feels you clench around him. “So fucking good.”

You nod in agreement, rocking up to meet his thrusts. “Always so good. You’re an asshole but God, you fuck me so well. Love it. I can’t get enough of it” You ramble and he hums in agreement, grinding deep.

Javi leans down and wraps his arms around you, bracing his weight on his elbows as he pushes deep. “You like that I’m an asshole.” He murmurs in your ear. “You get wet when I’m a dick. Drag me into the file room to fuck your wet little cunt because you’re so turned on.” He chuckles and nips your ear lobe.

You hate that he’s right so you scratch down his back, making him hiss. “You drag me into the file room. You like those tight skirts that I wear. You get jealous too. Don’t like it when the CIA guys eye me up” You rile him up. “Always leave me walking funny after they make their juvenile comments about my ass. Always look so sexy when you’re jealous” You lean up to kiss his jaw.

He rolls his head and makes sure that his thrust is hard enough to make you gasp out loudly. He does get jealous but he’s not going to admit it. He doesn’t want to make you think that he is wanting to trap you somehow. You were the one that said you were friends who fucked. He didn’t want to overstep.

You whimper when he hits something deep and you press your lips to his, sliding your tongue into his mouth. He moans your name after you pull away for air and he shifts his hips, the pubic hair at the base of his cock brushes your clit and it sends you over the edge. You cry out his name, clinging to him and clamping down on his cock while you soak him with your cum.

God he fucking loves when you cum. He’s addicted to it, just as much as you’re addicted to his cock. Instead of fucking you harder, faster in order to seek his own release, he slows down. Kissing along your neck while he rolls his hips and grinds lazily into you as you ride out your orgasm. “So good for me baby.” He coos. “You want to cum again?”

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The Return of The Mandalorian {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8k

Warning: Depression, loss, anger, helmet-less Din, hurt/comfort, fingering, vaginal sex, premature ejaculation, oral sex (female receiving), pregnancy, mentions of Mandalorian lore

Comments: Mando comes back to Tatooine to collect the ship that Peli promised him and finds you exactly where he left you months ago. Although things have changed and you are angry he left.

A/N: We just had thots we needed to get out.

**Spoilers for The Book of Boba Fett Episode 5.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

You shriek as the droid is dragged off by the womp rat, Peli rushing past you with a blaster to try and get it. "No. No. BD" She groans, "Treadwell. Get in there and move that engine block so I can blast it." The pit droid chitters and you stand back, watching it slowly step forward to hide. "No? You can't say no. You're a droid" Peli scoffs, "what is this? A democracy all of a sudden? R5?"

The astromech beeps and Peli snorts, "right. Thought so." She looks at you and shakes her head. The beast moves and R5 beeps. "Fine, I'll take care of it" Peli says, moving closer and exhaling sharply. You watch her, the droid chittering behind her, as she approaches the beast. "Come out, come out wherever you are" She calls out softly. "Stupid womp rat" She huffs, making her way towards the pest. "Okay" She says, looking at you as you gather with the droids, "it's not here. Maybe it ran away."

She screams, disappearing beneath the engine and you shriek, grabbing your blaster to try and help her. "Oh it's got me. It's chewing!" She yelps and you rush forward. "No! God! No!" Peli cries and you are about to aim your blaster when someone beats you to it. Looking up in shock, you see Mando standing there. Blaster raised and his helmet tilts to see you when you gasp in surprise.

Mando slides his gun back into his holster. “What an entrance!” Peli stands and holds her hands up. “Look guys, it’s Mando!” A few of the droids walk off while making noises to signify their displeasure, still not completely accepting of the beskar covered man who had shot at them the first time he arrived in Mos Eisley. Peli turns towards you with an arched eyebrow. “Looks like you two need to talk.” She tells you, a slight smirk on her face before she tells the droids to fire up the flames to cook the creature Mando had just killed.

Mando tilts his head in confusion, looking over at you where you are hidden behind the cases. Worn out and heartbroken, he finds that he can’t stop looking at your tired features. You still look as beautiful as the day he last saw you and he’s glad that his quest for another ship had brought him back to you, even if you had been cursing him when he left.

You look at Din, shocked to see the Mandalorian you haven't stopped thinking about appearing in front of you. You bite your lip and wish you could see his eyes...those eyes you've only seen once. "I- I have some news" You announce, "I tried to contact you but without the Crest, I couldn't - I didn't know how."

He continues to stare at you and you wish he would say something. You inhale deeply, preparing yourself as you step out from behind the engine, your bump on display as you wait for his reaction.

His helmet covers the way that his jaw drops, shock overcoming his features and he automatically shakes his head before he lifts his hand and takes a step closer to you. “P-pregnant.” His modulator crackles with emotion and he swallows hard enough that it hurts his throat, emotions warring in his system.

You nod, "pregnant. I- I didn't realize it but my implant was defective. I went to the doctor and she said it wasn't implanted properly. I- I tried to reach you but I couldn't find you. It's...it's a girl." You rub your stomach, still a few months until she is born. "You're the father. Obviously" You chuckle nervously, praying he doesn't just bolt here and now.

“A girl.” He practically whispers the word, still staring at your stomach and absorbing the news that he’s going to be a buir. Again. His heart clenches when he thinks about Grogu and then he takes another step towards you, almost shy now, although you’ve seen his face. He had come to Mos Eisley to see about finding a replacement for the Crest and Peli had been away leaving you in the hanger alone, save for the droids.

You watch him, wishing you could see his face and watch the emotions that he’s feeling. Is he upset? Is he disgusted? Is he angry? You rub your belly and avert your eyes to the scurrying droids. “Peli has already promised to let me stay as long as I need. You do not need to worry about me. I know - I know that it was spur of the moment” You murmur, remembering that night after Grogu left with the Jedi.

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“Mando. Mando.” You murmur, resting your hand on his beskar clad shoulder as he stares across the desert of Tatooine. “It’s late. You need to sleep” You tell him, knowing he is grieving the loss of his foundling being with him and the loss of his sacred creed after removing his helmet.

“I can’t.” His tone is dull, lifeless even without the monotony of the modulator. His helmet is on the ground, tossed aside almost carelessly after you had dragged him out here when Boba Fett had let both of you off at Peli’s hanger. “I haven’t-“ He turns and stares at your face, amazed at how vivid and alive you look like this. “I haven’t slept. I don’t want to sleep. He- he slept in the bunk with me. In a little hammock.” He chokes out, remembering the soft little snores that would come from up above him.

You swallow the lump in your throat, knowing how much he loved the little guy. “I know. I know. He’s - he’s where he needs to be now. With the Jedi. They know how to help him. You succeeded in your quest, Mando. Why don’t you sleep in my bunk? Somewhere different. I will find somewhere else to go” You suggest, sending how exhausted he is.

“Don’t.” The words are out of his mouth the second you say you will go somewhere else. His cheeks burn and he glances back at you for a split second before he’s looking over the sands. “You- you don’t have to stay somewhere else, I mean.”

Your eyes widen, “I- I don’t know what you mean. Where am I going to sleep?” You wonder what he means, if he means what you think he means.

“I want you to sleep with me” He tells you. You swallow, unable to believe he is saying this after you’ve spent so long on the Crest with him. So many nights wondering what he looks like, what he thinks about you.

“You want - okay.” You respond, unable to give up this one and only chance. You know it’s the only chance you can be with him, knowing he will be the steely Mandalorian you’ve come to love once the suns rise over Tatooine.

“I do.” Din turns and looks at you again, his eyes soft and expressive as he looks into your eyes. “It’s selfish, I know, but I want you. I want to touch you like I’ve imagined and stopped myself from doing.” He admits softly.

You nod, reaching for his hand. “Come on…let’s go get some rest” You tell him and he stands up, letting you guide him to the sleeping quarters Peli had assigned for you both. You guide him into your bunk and it suddenly becomes reality. You swallow harshly and look into those dark eyes. “I want you to touch me like you’ve imagined” You tell him.

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Bacta Bonding {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Voyeurism, embarrassment, masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, enclosed spaces, sharing oxygen, misuse of the Force, telepathic communication, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, feelings

Comments: When you are injured coming back with Grogu to Mando, you are put in the Bacta tank. Only to discover something that will change everything between you and the Mandalorian.

**Spoilers for The Book of Boba Fett Episode 7

A/N: No excuses, we just wanted Bacta tank sex!

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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Dosed {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: Drugging/being drugged, sex pollen-esque, dubious consent due to sex pollen, Oral sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, cream pie blindfolds, oral sex (female receiving), cum eating

Comments: Making a pit stop on some backwater skug hole planet, Mando is dosed with some kind of sex pollen that was supposed to make him vulnerable to be robbed. Except, he didn’t drink until he was back in his starfighter, now bringing his problem to Tatooine and to you when Fennec sends you to see the Mandalorian you have missed.

A/N: I wanted to address the lack of room in the N-1 for rations or a vac tube and somehow a sex pollen fic was born! Cheers!

**Spoilers for TBOBF Episode 6

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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