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aew-kun-age-regression · 1 year

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-Miscellaneous Masterslist-

Moodboards

Caregiver!Jack (Mary Poppins returns)

Blues Clues Moodboard

Regressor!Flora (Winx Club)

Regressor!Aisha (Winx Club)

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

Regressor!Bloom (Winx Club)

Caregiver!Amity (The Owl House)

Regressor!Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Caregiver!Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters)

Caregiver!Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Caregiver!Legend of Zelda

Caregiver!Mario (The Super Mario Brothers)

(🌈) Moodboard

Caregiver!Agent Whiskey (Kingsman the golden circle)

Red Themed Cat Moodboard

(🩵⭐🌕🪐🌙🌠) Moodboard

(🫧) Moodboard

Caregiver!Reno Raines & Bobby Sixkiller (Renegade)

(🐋🐬🪼🦈) Moodboard

Caregiver!Marcus Moreno (We can be heroes)

Regressor!Tecna (Winx Club)

Regressor!Musa (Winx Club)

Regressor!Stella (Winx Club)

Bear in the big blue house Moodboard

Bluey Moodboard

Caregiver!Josh (Blues Clues)

Caregiver!Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Space Moodboard

Beach Moodboard

Dinosaur Moodboard

Leonardo Moodboard (Rottmnt)

Orange Stimboard

Blues Clues Stimboard

Caregiver!Josh (Blues Clues)

The Wizard of Oz Moodboard

(Birthday) Blues Clues Moodboard

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

Regressor!Cheryl Blossom (Riverdale)

Pumpkin Glow Build A Bear StimBoard

Regressor!Sebastian Mcclane (Law and Order)

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot StimBoard (Gotham)

Regressor!Sebastian Mcclane StimBoard (Law and Order)

Caregiver!James Conrad StimBoard (Kong, Skull Island)

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

Regressor!King Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Regressor!Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Siren Themed StimBoard

Star Trek Themed Moodboard

Regressor!Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Caregiver!Aethelwold (The Last Kingdom)

Caregiver!Edward Nygma (Gotham)

Regressor!Rowan Laslow (Wednesday)

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

Blue StimBoard (Blues Clues)

Regressor!10th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Regressor!Kenneth Hutch (StarSky and Hutch -2004)

Regressor!Peewee Herman

Regressor!11th Doctor (Doctor Who)

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

Caregiver!Kryten (Red Dwarf)

Regressor!Charlie Hudson (Hudson & Rex)

Caregiver!Commander Mills (65)

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

Regressor!10th Doctor StimBoard (Doctor Who)

Caregiver!Commander Mills (65) (Fem Themes)

Caregiver!Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven Themed

Caregiver!Albert Wesker StimBoard (Resident Evil)

Regressor!Arnold Rimmer (Red Dwarf)

FNAF animatronics (FNAF Movie)

Caregiver!William Tell (The Card Counter)

Blue Themed Moodboard

Caregiver!Jareth (Labyrinth)

Rumple Buttercup Moodboard

Wolf Themed StimBoard

My Favourite Activities Themed Moodboard

Flip!Christian (Moulin Rouge)

Caregiver!Indiana Jones (Indiana Jones)

Story/Fanfics

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

Headcannons

Playlists

Art

DNI Banner

Bingo, Bluey (bluey)

Dr Flug (villainous)

Bill Hazledine (suburban shootout)

Lloyd (lego ninjago)

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

Norman (my friendly neighborhood)

A bear

Dr Habit (smile for me)

Cuddle bear family (calico critters)

Paci Icon

Socks & Muffin (Bluey)

Ghoulia Yelps (Monster High)

Hello Kitty (Hello Kitty)

Italy (Hetalia)

Luigi (Super Mario Brothers)

Winx Club Main Six (Winx Club)

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

Simon Petrikov (Adventure Time)

11th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Diego Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)

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pedros-husband · 10 months

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Masterlist

(All readers are MALE/ftm!)

Joel miller

-We’re gonna be okay

-headcannons

Din Djarin

- aftercare

- I hate your guts (not)

Javier Peña

Javi Gutierrez

- fix me up, buttercup (NSFW)

Marcus Moreno

- mornings

Frankie morales

Agent whiskey

- Rows and rings

Head cannons

-you feel bad about your scars

-you steal their clothes

-you have a big ass

-someone else flirts with you

-you get sick

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moralesispunk · 3 years

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Caramel Lattes

Marcus Moreno x Reader

Summary - You meet a handsome stranger in the nearby cafe and it becomes a weekly date.

This is part 1 of my Marcus fic

Master list / part 2

During the week, coffee equated to a quick cup while frantically getting ready for work. At the weekend, your coffee was a lot calmer. Taking time to enjoy a caramel latte while reading whatever book you were in the middle of. Since moving to the city, you found your new Saturday morning coffee spot.

You had found the cafe you were in today a few weeks ago. It was a perfect slice of heaven being a mix of a cafe and library. At the front, there were small tables and mis-matched chairs and at the back there were rows upon rows of books. As you walked in, shaking your umbrella while it was still out of the door, the smell of warm coffee and old books instantly filled your senses. It was a lot cosier in here than it was in the downpour outside.

You placed your umbrella in the umbrella rack, turning to face the barrister.

“Good morning,” you said as you reached the counter, “can I have a caramel latte please.”

“Extra caramel?”

“Yes, please,” you said, already tasting the sweet coffee in your mouth.

The woman smiled at you, telling you to find a table and that she would bring it over to you. You looked around, all but one of the tables already full. There was one left right in the corner with two empty chairs. As you reached the table, you took your jacket off and placed it over the heater next to you to dry. You sighed of relief bringing your book out of your bag noticing that it was still completely dry despite the thrashing rain outside.

You were so engrossed in the book, only having looked up to say thank you as your coffee was placed down in front of you that you hadn’t noticed the tall handsome man standing in front of your table until he cleared his throat.

“Is this seat taken?” his warm voice asked as his hand gripped at the seat across from you.

It took you a moment to answer, your eyes taking in the man in front of you. His warm brown eyes were looking deeply into yours, a gentle half smile on his face. His hair was the same colour as his eyes, a little darker. It looked like there had been some attempt to tame it this morning but any attempt had been stopped by the rain ready to drop of the curls splayed across his forehead.

“N-No,” you replied, pointing to his chair with a smile.

He smiled wider, thanking you as he sat down. As he took his jacket off to place over the back of his chair and brought his own book out of his bag, he turned to thank the woman placing his own coffee in front of him, showing off the dimple on his cheek and crinkles at the side of the eye. He gave off such a warm energy that the cafe already seemed brighter in the two minutes he had been in.

You looked back down to your book, trying to concentrate on the words in front of you. It was pointless. You read and re-read over the same sentence at least six times when all you wanted to do was take another look up at the handsome man in front of you.

“Is that any good?” the warm voice made you look back up at him again, “the book I mean, I’ve heard it’s meant to be good but it’s not my usual type.”

“I love it. It’s quite sad, not exactly an easy read, but the characters are written so beautifully. This is actually my second time reading it,” you admit.

The man smiled back, big enough to show off his dimple again.

“I guess I’ll have to give it a read, see if it’s as good as you make it out to be.”

“How is yours?” you ask, reading the name that was etched into the side of his book.

“It’s great! It’s about a detective who is investigating a murder in his home town,” he replied, sounding as excited as a young child who was showing off their newest toy.

“So, who does he think did it?” you ask, marking your page in your book before placing the book down.

“He’s not sure yet, but I think it’s his old best friend,” he said, while marking his page and setting his book down as well.

You both spent the rest of the morning talking, ignoring your books that had been discarded on the table. Another coffee each later and you found out that his daughter has moved to a swim team just down the street so this was his new cafe of choice while he waited during her practice. You learned that he was a single-dad, widowed a few years ago and no luck in the dating game he had recently went back to. You told him that you had just moved to the city and found this place when looking for a new Saturday morning coffee spot.

The conversation flowed easily after that, talking about everything from books and music to making up stories of others in the cafe, like the old man in the other corner who had been a spy before he retired or the woman who was a ghostwriter and looking for inspiration.

As you both sat laughing, he looked down at his watch and sighed.

“Missy is going to be out soon, I better head,” he said as he stood to put his now dry jacket on.

“Oh, well it was lovely meeting you-”

“Marcus,” he finished for you with a smile.

“Marcus,” you repeated before telling him your name, letting him repeat it as well.

Marcus stayed standing in front of you for a moment before getting enough courage to ask you.

“Maybe if you’re here next week we can do this again?”

“That sounds wonderful,” you answered.

Marcus smiled and pulled his hood up, ready to face the rain that still hadn’t let up outside. You watched as he walked out the door, his pace picking up as he got outside until he reached the window next to you, stopping slightly to smile and wave before running off down the street.

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The next week you get up a little earlier than usual, excited to see Marcus again. You looked out a comfortable but nice outfit, spending a bit more time getting ready, and packed the book you finished during the week to give to Marcus in your bag as well.

When you arrive, Marcus is already sitting at the same table as last week. He looks up as soon as he hears the bell of the door, something he had been doing for the last few customers as well. A wide grin comes to his face when he realises it is you and he stands to pull out a chair for you as you walk over.

“I ordered you a coffee, I hope you don’t mind. Caramel Latte right?” he asks.

“Good memory! Missy get dropped at swimming all good?”

He nods, smiling at the fact you asked about his daughter as well.

“Oh, before I forget!” you say while reaching into your bag, “here is that book I was reading last week for you to try. I finished it the other day. I hope you don’t mind but I scribble some notes down while I read.”

“Wow-I- Thank you,” he said smiling, “I actually brought you the one I had been reading for you to try as well. There are also some notes in mine as well.”

You both sit for a moment, smiling at one another as you swap your books over. You open his book, flipping through the pages and noticing the black pen marks scribbled across some pages. He does the same, finding your handwriting in blue, stopping on a page where he finds a love-heart in the corner.

“What’s this for?” he asks, tracing over it with his finger, “is this your favourite bit?”

“No, its- thats the page I was at when we met last week.”

You look down at the table, shying away from his eyes that are probably on your now and not wanting to see whatever expression was covering his face. When you finally look up you notice the smile that is wider than any you have seen before and that damn dimple. Theres a slight sparkle in his eyes as he goes to talk.

“Well, I see you use blue and I use black. Why don’t we leave each other our own notes?”

“I think that sounds like a great idea.”

The morning goes in quickly again and you spend the hour and a half talking about everything and anything. You finally find out about his job, something you had been wondering all week. Apparently he is not a teacher, which is what you had imagined from his warm and welcoming energy, but the leader of the Heroics. While you had heard about them before, everyone had, you had never really paid much attention to them on the news. He asks about yours, listening and asking questions as you go. He tells you more about Missy and his mum and you tell him about your family who you were missing since you moved.

Before you know it, Marcus has to go get Missy again and you are both walking out the cafe door as he pays for both your drinks despite you protesting say it was your turn after he paid for your drinks last week. You both wait outside the cafe, standing awkwardly across from one another for a moment.

“Missy has a competition next week so I won’t be here but the week after?” he asks, looking down as he puts his hands in his pockets..

“It’s a date,” you nod with a smile.

“It’s a date,” he says as he looks up to smile back.

Marcus waits for a moment before leaning forward, giving you a quick hug and walking in the direction of Missy’s swimming practice. It had only been for a moment but you had been surrounded by his warmth and it was comfortable.

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You miss the cafe the next week, too busy reading the book Marcus had swapped with you. You found yourself leaving notes in blue as you went.

No way is it the best friend he is too nice!

I think its the old lady down the street, she seems too nosy

So it was the best friend! You should be a detective :)

About half way through the book there was a page with a note in black that read:

The day I met the most beautiful woman in the world.

You couldn’t stop smiling at the note, reading it over and over again. Tracing over the words with your fingertips.

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You found yourself even more excited this Saturday, looking forward to seeing Marcus after a week off. The butterflies in your stomach grew wilder the closer you got to the cafe. As you walked by the window of where you and Marcus had sat at the past two weeks there was no sign of him. You weren’t surprised, you were a bit earlier this week, but as you reached to open the door you heard that familiar voice call your name out.

Marcus was standing leaning against the other side of the cafe, two to-go cups in hand. He looked as handsome as ever, his grey t-shirt showing off his biceps more than you had seen before, his bright smile aimed towards you as he handed you a cup.

“It’s a lovely day today, how about we go for a walk around the park?”

“Sounds perfect and thank you for the coffee but I think it was my turn to pay!” you jokingly scold him.

“Well, you can just get the next one,” he replies with a wink.

You start by talking about the books you swapped. Marcus admits that he did cry a few times and he was wondering what you were putting him through until the end made up for it all. You told him that he should give up his superhero day-job and become a detective, explaining all your guesses of who did it before realising it was the best friend - him finding the old lady down the street guess particularly hilarious.

The conversation moves along to asking about how Missy’s competition went, leaning that she came first and Marcus embarrassed her by cheering louder than any other parent. You find a bench to sit on, enjoying the rest of the coffees as the spring sun warms you both.

“I missed seeing you last week,” you admit, turning to face him.

“I missed seeing you too. Not often I get to spend time with such beautiful company.”

“Hm I think your note said ‘the most beautiful woman in the world’,“ you teased, making him blush.

“I forgot about that when I gave it to you,” he admits shyly.

“Well, I am enjoying getting to spend time with such a handsome man.”

You sit for a minute longer, looking at all the spring flowers blooming around you both.

“Listen, I was wondering if maybe one day you would like to go out for dinner sometime? Let me take you on a proper date?”

You turn to look at the man who had for the most part been confident and sure of himself to find that there was some uncertainty in his eye, like he wasn’t sure you would say yes.

“I would love that, Marcus,” you say, reaching and giving his hand a squeeze.

The walk back to your car is comfortably quiet, every so often your hands brushing against one another and making you both turn to smile. The swimming pool where Missy trains is on the walk back to your car and you stop outside.

“So, I should probably give you my number then?”

“Oh yeah, that would help,” Marcus laughs, “sorry, I’m not great at this whole dating thing...”

“You’re doing pretty good so far,” you smile, putting your number and name in his phone. You watch as he takes it back, adding a blue love heart next to your name before saving it again.

“Dad?” you hear a voice call.

You both turn and see someone you couldn’t mistake for anyone other than Marcus’s daughter. She has the same mischievous smile he gives whenever he is teasing you. Marcus had shown you photos of her before but looking at them both in front of you, she was definitely his mini-me.

“Hi sweetie,” he says before introducing you both.

“Hi, its nice to meet you. Your dad has told me so much.”

“Dad has told me a lot about you too, you’re just as beautiful as he said,” she says looking back to her dad.

“Missy!” Marcus scolds as you both blush.

“Well, I hope the both of you enjoy the rest of your day, I better get going. I’ll talk to you?” you say, looking at Marcus.

“Can I call you later?” he asks.

“Of course.”

You say goodbye to Missy and turn to say goodbye to Marcus. He reaches and grabs your arm gently, placing a soft kiss to your cheek, before you give them both a wave and turn and walk away.

His lips had been so soft on your cheek, his hand gentle on your arm. You waited till you had rounded the corner before you let your hand reach up to touch where his lips had met you.

“She really is beautiful Dad,” Missy says as they watch you walk away.

“Told you,” he smiles down at his daughter, looking forward to getting to talk to you on the phone tonight and finally take you on a date.

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current-interest-writings · 3 years

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Marcus Moreno x girlfriend reader

Spoilers ahead for we can be hero’s!! Continue at your own risk

Headcannon: When the “take over” is done

when Marcus and missy had gotten home you were waiting for them.

You knew some of what Marcus did for a living (you came in after he had promised missy no more missions). But seeing him get taken was one of the worst moments for you.

Missy spotted you first and hugged you tight, saying “ I have so much to tell you, but I got to be a hero today!” And then ran

Marcus spotted you and was ready to apologize

You just hugged him

“Just don’t scare me like that , I was so worried”

All he could do was hug you.

“I will do my best, I promise”

Missy ran back in to snatch your time and tell you of her journey

Marcus was just happy to be home and for everyone to be safe.

#pedro pascal x reader #we can be heroes #spoilers #marcus moreno #Marcus Moreno x reader #Marcus Moreno headcannon #missy moreno

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lucrezia-thoughts · 3 years

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question time 👉👈

out of the pedro boys, who do you think is the most likely to crack the headboard while fucking you into the mattress?? 👀

Answer time, love!! 💚 18 + under the cut...

Which Pedro boy is most likely to crack the headboard...

DIN DJARIN

The Mandalorian is not very likely to crack the headboard fucking you. Not because he can't, because he VERY MUCH COULD, but instead because the likelihood of the two of you being in an actual bed with a headboard is slim to none... he has had to take an extra job to reinforce the supports for the cot in your shared bunk, though...

PERO TOVAR

ABSOLUTELY WITHOUT QUESTION... This man completely destroyed the original bed in your cottage when you consummated your marriage. It hasn't happened again since Pero built you a new one... it's not for lack of trying, though...

MAX PHILLIPS

He is a vampire with enhanced everything, OF COURSE he's cracked the headboard... while fucking you, he's completely destroyed a bed, a desk, a chair, a table, a sex swing... the better question to ask for Max is, what has he NOT at least cracked while fucking you? Followed quickly by, how long will it be until he does?

MARCUS PIKE

Marcus has not cracked the headboard while fucking you. He has; however, broken the bed frame... now that he replaced it with a metal bed frame, though, sex between the two of you has only gotten more vigorous... the headboard may not remain intact for long...

MARCUS MORENO

Marcus has not cracked the headboard fucking you. When the two of you have sex in a bed, he is making slow, passionate love to you... he has completely re-molded a metal deck chair while fucking you, though... that was when you found out he has a thing for being praised...

JACK DANIELS/AGENT WHISKEY

Jack has not cracked a headboard while fucking you. This man is not lacking in the experience department, so by the time the two of you start fucking, everything in his house has already been reinforced... three times over... he certainly enjoys testing the reinforcements durability, though...

FRANCISCO ("CATFISH") MORALES

Frankie has not cracked the headboard fucking you... per se... if you were to look closely, there are small hairline fractures in the wood right next to the silk ropes you keep permanently tied there. No, Frankie hasn't cracked the headboard fucking you... yet...

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mando-abs · 2 years

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What flowers would be the favourites of Maxwell Lord, Marcus Pike, Frankie Morales and Marcus M. respectively?

Oooooo! And just in time for the ever approaching spring season!

Maxwell Lord: Immediately get bird of paradise or white calla lilies vibes from him

Marcus Pike: Tulips, specifically pink ones 🌷

Frankie Morales: Yellow Daffodils. I cannot express this enough

Marcus Moreno: Peonies of any color

Bonus: Din loves purple irises

#beautiful asks from beautiful people #abs answers asks #pedro boys hcs #pedro boys headcannons #maxwell lord #marcus pike #marcus moreno #frankie morales

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demoneyesanddamagedsouls · 3 years

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Motivation During Lockdown

Headcannons for my lovely fellow Pascal Rascal @agentdaiquari!

I was just gonna ask, if you could write a headcannon for each boy (Whiskey, Frankie, The Max’s, Oberyn, and Ezra) how they would help you get motivated and up and moving? Cause of lock down and my adhd brain I’ve gotten extremely lazy and I’ve fell into doing everything last minute again.

I really hope you enjoy these! I had a lot of fun writing them!

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Jack (Whiskey) Daniels

Jack Daniels is an absolute sweetheart when it comes to looking after you during lockdown. He’s looking after everything in your place, doing all the chores and keeping the house organised for you so all you need to focus on is your work and what you need to get done. He wakes you up with sweet morning kisses and pulls you out of bed playing soft music to gently wake you up. Jack would be working with you keeping you motivated and on task by working beside you. He also brings you food and water so that you’re always looked after. He’s supporting you by looking everything you could need, taking all the unnecessary things off your plate. Once you’ve finished everything for the day, he makes you a lovely dinner and afterwards he pulls you into his arms as you dance to one of your favourite songs. Swaying together as you rest your head in the crook of his neck as he tells you how proud he is of you.

Frankie Morales

Frankie Morales is an absolute angel getting everything you could possibly need to finish your work. He’s also your biggest supporter. He wants to get invested in whatever you’re working on so he can learn more about your passions and your work and help you out in whatever way he can. He wants to be someone you can bounce your ideas off and share your thoughts with. Frankie is so excited for all your new projects, “You can do anything you put your mind to mi pequeña estrella. You’re the smartest most incredible person I know. You’ve got this.” He always gives you a little burst of kisses all over your cheek to make you laugh so you’re in a good mood to work. He loves hearing your gorgeous laugh before he lets you focus. He comes in to check on you when your focused, bringing you water to keep you hydrated and kissing you on the head in reassurance throughout the day.

Maxwell Lord

Max Lord is all about hard work. He doesn’t want you to have to struggle like he did so he wants to make sure you succeed in everything you do. He gives you a motivational pep talk whenever you’re struggling to focus. “No ones going to make it easy for you mi Corazon. You have to take what you want and what you deserve. You have to work hard and show everyone what you’re made of my darling.” He wants to motivate you and push you because he knows how much you’re capable of and how much you can accomplish if you set your mind to it. But he’s also ridiculous at the same time. He spares no expense when it comes to you and motivating you is no exception. He buys you everything you could possibly need for your work and your projects. If you needed to fly all the way to Venice just to see a certain play, he would do that. Anything to support you.

Max Phillips

Max Phillips loves to push you to your full potential, he helps you wake up early so that you can start working earlier like you want to. He helps you organise your day by creating plans for what you need to get done. “I just want you to have a plan so you can work effectively darling.” The fact that he’s a vampire and barely sleeps means that he helps you wake you up and helps you stay up. But once your work and projects are done for the day, he helps you relax and get some good rest by curling up next to you in bed so you can fall asleep on his chest for a peaceful night’s sleep. He stays awake stroking your hair as you rest, humming Romanian songs softly so you can gently drift off to sleep ready for the next day of hard work.

Oberyn Martell

Oberyn thinks the best way to motivate you is to promise you rewards and gifts for working hard. “My little lion, what should be your reward after a hard day’s work? My princesa deserves the world, maybe I can treat you to some dessert later.” He’s also your biggest supporter, showering you in praise at every opportunity he can possibly find. Even if he doesn’t quite understand what you’re doing. “You’re just too smart for me little one. You’ll have to teach me angel.” He loves to hear about everything you’re doing, listening intently while you explain your work and your projects. Of course, at the end of the day once all the work is finished, he takes you out into the gardens as the sunsets, bringing a small little basket so the two of you can bask in the dying light of the day drinking fine wine while you rest in his lap and slowly drift to sleep while he caresses your hair.

Ezra

Ezra just wants you to relax during this tough time. He knows how hard this has been on you and he wants to help take the pressure off and refresh you so you’re ready to work and stress free. He loves to run you a nice hot bath with some soothing soaps and essential oils to help clear your mind. He lights a collection of candles around the bath, turns the lights off, and plays some calming music so you can sink into the bubbles. When you get out and get ready to start your day, he makes your favourite warm drink and walks you to your office where a small fresh bouquet of flowers sits next to your work. He went out to pick them while you were in the bath, bright and lovely colours with a soft aroma wafting from them. He wants you to have something that reminds you of him while you work, something that will make you smile whenever you look up from your desk.

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Moreno being the nurturing man he is wants to look after you by spoiling you. His favourite way to do this is to wake you up with breakfast in bed to start your day off perfectly. He cooks you your favourite breakfast, making a complete mess of the kitchen in the process. He brings you your meal on a little tray with evidence of the mess he’s made on his forehead where he’s wiped his brow and accidently smeared one of the ingredients. With a beaming smile he pulls you into his chest to rest on his shoulder. “Only the best for my little one, to start your day off right darling.” He’s also stocked the kitchen with all your favourite treats from the farmers market in preparation for the long week ahead. He also helps you with whatever your doing giving you advice and suggestions for whatever you’re doing. He loves to share all your achievements with everyone who will listen, friends, family, even the server at the Starbucks round the corner from your house.

Pero Tovar

Pero Tovar will force you to do your work whether you want to or not. After falling back asleep curled up in your sheets after your alarm has gone off, he will gently nudge you, waking you up. When all he hears is grumbles in response, he lifts you off the bed, cradling you in his arms as he carries you to your workstation. Plopping you down in your seat with a grunt as you protest. He leaves and comes back with a warm hearty breakfast to get you started for the day. After placing the breakfast next to your hand, he pulls your gaze towards him by tugging your chin with his finger. As you look into his eyes, he smiles at you. “You can do it mi amor, I know you can.” He waits, watching you finish your breakfast taking the dishes away once you’re finished, he kisses you lightly on the shoulder and leaves you to your work.

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aphroditescreature · 3 years

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supernaturalgirl20 · 3 years

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Marcus Pike

Frankie Morales

Dave York

Javier Pena

Ezra

Pero Tovar

Din Djarin

Ricky Hauk

Zach Wellison

Marcus Moreno

Oberyn Martell

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Agent Whiskey

Javier Gutierrez

The Thief

Veracruz

Omar Assarian

Joel Miller

Dieter Bravo

Tim Rockford

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#pedro pascal #dave york x reader #marcus pike x female reader #frankie morales x f!reader #the thief x reader #oberyn martell x reader #veracruz x reader #agent whiskey x f!reader #max phillips x f!reader #ezra x reader

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harmonity-vibes · 1 year

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Marcus Moreno Headcannons

Author: Harmonity-vibes

When they take you away from Marcus

Honestly, whose idea was it to take you from Marcus, who?

It's a very stupid thing to do and you know your captors will regret it.

You tried to tell them that it was dangerous for them to keep you here.

But they didn't listen.

And you're still here, on an uncomfortable chair, waiting for your Prince Charming.

You can't even imagine how your husband felt when he found out you weren't home anymore.

Marcus had come home with Missy from the market and was happy to show you his new find.

While he was trying to find you, he sensed that something was wrong. So he kept calling you and searching every room for you.

However, when he found your shared room in shambles, it took all his strength not to explode.

He went from a very calm person to a very dangerous one in less than a minute.

All he wants is for you to be alive and unharmed, so may God protect those who get in his way.

He has asked Missy to take cover while he searches for you.

Just the thought of you being tortured and beaten makes him angry.

How could he leave you alone and unsupervised. And yet he knows you can defend yourself, but he can't let something like that happen again. NEVER.

You are the love of his life.

Besides, if you're pregnant, you can't even imagine how much hell Marcus could unleash on earth.

To all the neighbors and to everyone else Marcus is a very caring and funny person. But as soon as someone touches what is precious to him, he could become ruthless.. That's unusual for a heroic leader.

#marcus moreno #pedrohub #pedro pascal #Imagine #yandere

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nolanell · 3 years

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NOLANell's Fanfiction and Fanart Recommendations

Please heed individual warnings and ratings before reading or viewing!

These are some fanfictions and fanart I have found on here that I really love and want to share with my followers and anyone else who finds my blog. This is a WIP so I will add to this as I discover more things!

Enjoy!

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphics

Din Djarin

Everything and More by @dincrypt - SugarDaddy!Din x Female Reader AU Series

For the Night by @dincrypt - Din Djarin x Female Reader One Shot

Siren by @ezrasbirdie - Din Djarin x GN Reader One Shot

Tied by @radiowallet - Dr. Din Djarin x Female Reader (First Assist) AU Series

Come Back To Me by @magpie-to-the-morning - Highwayman!Din x Female Reader AU Series

Glimpsed by @blueeyesatnight - Grogu POV, thinking about Din Djarin. Part of a series, linked in the piece.

Marcus Moreno

Caramel Latte by @moralesispunk - Marcus Moreno x Female Reader Series

Poorly Wired Circuit by @radiowallet - Marcus Moreno x OFC Sarah Bailey Series

Wish You Were Here by @wardenparker and @absurdthirst - Marcus Moreno x Female Reader Soulmate AU Series (NB: link is to Chapter 1)

Yes, Mr. Moreno by @toomanystoriessolittletime - Marcus Moreno x OFC Alice Baker Writer Wednesday Submission

Marcus Pike

Read You Like A Book by @the-ginger-hedge-witch - Marcus Pike x OFC Anne Series

The Farmer's Market by @ezrasbirdie - Marcus Pike x OFC Annie Christiansen Series

The Long Con by @youvebeenlivingfictional - Marcus Pike x Female Reader Series (Complete)

Marcus & Peanut by @pintsizemama - Marcus Pike x Female Reader Series

Pero Tovar

Driving Mr Tovar by @sirowsky - Modern!Pero Tovar x Female Reader AU Series (Complete)

In His Eyes by @moralesispunk - Blacksmith!Pero Tovar x Female Reader AU Series (Complete)

The Innkeeper's Daughter by @just-here-for-the-moment - Pero Tovar x Female Reader

Stranded Due to Weather in a Coffee Shop AU Ask - Pero Tovar x GN Reader (Part of 400 Followers Celebration)

Javier Peña

Oops by @pintsizemama - Javier Peña x Female Reader Series

Lay It On Me by @queenofthefaceless Javier Peña x Female Reader Series (Complete)

What's The Use Of Wonderin' by @youvebeenlivingfictional - Javier Peña x Female Reader Series (Complete)

Sick Day by @quica-quica-quica - Javier Peña x Female Reader (Prompt List Ask)

At First Sight by @queridopascal - Javier Peña x Female Reader (Writer Wednesday Submission)

To Perish Twice by @brandyllyn - Javier Peña x Female Reader Soulmate AU Series (Complete)

Frankie Morales

ForestRanger!Frankie AU by @the-ginger-hedge-witch - ForestRanger!Frankie x Female Reader AU Series

Fly Me To The Moon by @pilothusband - Frankie Morales x Female Reader One Shot

All Hail The King by @pilothusband - Frankie Morales x Female Reader One Shot

Wednesday by @asta-lily - Frankie Morales x Female Reader (Complete)

Of Cupckes and Cupid by @asta-lily - Frankie Morales x GN Reader One Shot

Frankie Dating a Plus Size Partner Headcannons by @softpedropascal (Ask Request)

Fixing It by @green-socks - Frankie Morales x GN!Reader One Shot

'Here, Take My Jacket' by @mando-forgive-me - Frankie Morales x GN!Reader (Request for Flufftober 2021)

Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

Conference Call Incident by @just-here-for-the-moment and @driedgreentomatoes (part of the Declassified HR Files Series)

'Is That My Shirt?' by @quica-quica-quica Agent Whiskey x Female Reader (Prompt List Ask)

Extra Pickles, Hold the Mayo by @absurdthirst Agent Whiskey x Female Reader (Writer Wednesday Submission)

Maxwell Lord

Rings by @honestly-shite - Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader One Shot

When The Cards All Fold by @yespolkadotkitty - Maxwell Lord x Female!Reader One Shot

Non Pedro Pascal Characters

Plethora by @fisforfulcrum (Poe Dameron [Star Wars] x GN!Reader One Shot for Writer Wednesday)

Poe Playing Guitar to BB8 by @clakearts (Poe Dameron [Star Wars] Art)

Stay by @the-little-ewok (Poe Dameron [Star Wars] x F!Reader One Shot)

Frogs by @gaitwae (Loki [MCU] x Reader Ask One Shot)

Loki Comforts a Friend by @theaudacitytowrite (Loki [MCU] x Reader Ask Drabble)

The Night Before Your Thesis Defence by @handmaiden-of-mischief (Loki [MCU] x Reader One Shot)

Loki Portrait by @themorningstar81 (Loki [MCU] Art)

How High by @brandyllyn (Santiago 'Pope' Garcia [Triple Frontier] x GN!Reader - part of a series)

The Godfather by @quica-quica-quica (Ben Miller [Triple Frontier] x Female Reader One Shot)

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holobandit · 2 years

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Tattoo Headcannon for the Pedro Pascal’s Characters!! (@kenobiwanx did a great tattoo Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey art and that’s what made me make this little headcanon list)

Agent Whiskey would def have a kiss mark right on his ass so he could make “kiss my ass” jokes, and the phrase “save a horse, ride a cowboy” probably right above his crotch

Din Djarin would have a lot of tattoos. They would each have a meaning. Some relating to his Clan, others he would get after a meaningful battle/Spar.

Marcus Moreno would def have a tattoo for his late wife. Probably her favorite flower.

Javier Peña would probably have to be dragged into a tattoo studio, but he would definitely get some flash art.

Max Lord has the birthstone of his son tattooed on his inner thigh.

Ezra would use his scars on his nub to make a floral design that crawls up his should and to his back.

Frankie would have a little tattoo of a helicopter on his leg. It would be simplified too.

Max Philips definitely has a tattoo of a sexy vampire lady or some pin up of a lady.

Oberyn would have a intricate design relating to Dorne on his back. It would perfectly flow on his back.

Pero Tovar would have tattoos showing his travels.

Dave York probably just has one really faded one from when he was in special ops.

Joel has a lot of flash art tattoos. He just really likes the art style.

Javi Gutierrez would definitely have something film related going up his leg.

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moralesispunk · 3 years

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Between the sheets

Chapter 5 of the Caramel Latte series

Chapter 4 / masterlist here / chapter 6

Summary: the morning after sharing confessions of love, Marcus begins to worry that you regret the night before.

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, soft smut

A/N: thank you so much for the patience for this chapter! It took me a while to find time to sit down and properly right and edit!

Mornings in the Moreno house were usually quiet. You had noticed this after your first few times staying here when Marcus, who was usually so composed would moan like a small child who was being woken for school before his first cup of coffee. Missy was definitely her father’s daughter, the same glum look on her face for the first hour out of bed.

This morning, you woke surrounded by blankets and pillows and the two snoring Moreno’s still in dream land. Marcus’s arm was draped across your middle, weighing you down to the pillows underneath. You lifted his arm carefully, moving slowly from underneath, before padding to the kitchen and turning on the coffee machine.

As you waited to the mug to fill you sat at the kitchen counter, your mind wandering to the night before. While there was something so domestic about this moment, sitting in the kitchen in your pyjamas waiting for the coffee to pour as the man you loved and his daughter you cared so deeply for were still sound asleep in the next room, you couldn’t stop the weighted feel at the bottom of your stomach.

You knew from the moment you said yes to a date with Marcus that a relationship with him would not be easy to navigate. He was a widowed, single father who had already lived a life before meeting you, while you were younger by the best part of ten years and a string of bad relationships meaning you hadn’t quite lived the family life you thought you would have by now. You loved Marcus and you loved Missy but you weren’t sure what life Marcus wanted from here on or even where you fit into their family.

You were so in your own thoughts you hadn’t heard the sound of Marcus walking into the kitchen, not noticing his presence until his hands were wrapped around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder. You jumped a little and he chuckled against your neck before pressing a kiss.

“Morning, honey.”

“Morning, sleepy,” you turned your head to press a soft kiss against his lips.

You turned in the kitchen stool to watch as Marcus walked over to the coffee machine. His hair was standing in all different directions and his eyes were still half shut as he rubbed one with the heel of his hand. You liked waking up to Marcus like this, in his sleep shorts and t-shirt, his hair messy from sleep and his eyes still not quite awake to the morning sun, straining to see without his glasses. This wasn’t to say he wasn’t just as handsome when he was dressed smarter for work. Some mornings when he had to be up before you he would lean over the bed to give you a kiss good morning, the smell of his clean aftershave filling your senses before his lips had pressed against your head. You didn’t enjoy seeing him like that any less but when he wasn’t quiet awake to the world yet you couldn’t stop your chest from warming at the softness.

You hadn’t noticed you were lost in your own thoughts again until you noticed Marcus staring at you, one eyebrow raised a little.

“What was that?”

He chuckled before lifting the mug you had placed under the coffee machine out, “Where’s your head this morning? The coffee is cold already.”

“Oh,” you stood from the stool and walked to take the mug from his hand, pouring the now cold coffee out, “sorry.”

You placed the mug back under the machine, reaching to grab another from the cupboard for Marcus. The machine buzzed to life again, pouring two new fresh coffees as you leaned against the worktop next to Marcus.

“What were you so lost in your thoughts about then, hm?” Marcus moved you to stand in front of him between his legs that were stretched out as he leaned against the worktop. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into his chest.

“Just… us,” you sighed looking up at Marcus and upon seeing his raised eyebrow you continued, “how happy I am but also how worried about how happy I am.”

You looked back down again, playing with the bottom of his t-shirt as you didn’t know how to word whatever it was you were feeling inside. You felt you had to tread that much more carefully with Marcus than with previous relationships. You wanted him to know that you were happy with this relationship, that you didn’t care he was a single dad and that didn’t change how you were feeling, but you didn’t want to overstep. Marcus’s hand came under your chin, tilting you back up to face him.

“That… doesn’t make sense. What do you-”

Marcus was interrupted by the sound of Missy now joining you in the kitchen, her footsteps dragging as she moved to sit at the kitchen table.

“We can talk later,” you smiled up at Marcus in an attempt to reassure his racing mind, standing on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek before lifting your fresh cups of coffee to the table.

Marcus followed behind, with bowls, milk and cereal.

You were glad that breakfasts were usually quiet, not having to pretend to concentrate on what was going on while your mind still raced at your worries of the morning. You could feel Marcus’s eyes on you, watching when you stared into space every so often before you would turn and give him a smile. He tried to smile back but it didn’t quite reach his eyes as he hoped that whatever was on your mind wasn’t regret at admitting your love to one another the night before.

“Am I still going to Grandma’s today?” Missy’s voice came from between you both.

“Yeah, you can go get ready after breakfast,” Marcus turned to face her.

After finishing up, the three of you moved around clearing the table before you went upstairs for a shower. As the hot water hit your body you felt your shoulders relax and your mind ease. You trusted Marcus would understand what you were finding so hard to describe. He seemed to know you better than yourself.

You stepped out the shower, wrapping a towel around your body before wrapping your hair in another. After drying your body, you shook your hair in the towel, removing any water droplets before walking into the attached bedroom.

You noticed as you walked out the way your toothbrush sat next to Marcus’s in the holder, how your shampoo and conditioner was sat on the edge of the bath next to his, your moisturisers and other creams next to his hair moose. You walked by the drawers that were now full of your clothes and the table at the side of the bed where sat your book and phone charger.

On the bed, Marcus was sitting at the edge playing with his hands. When he heard the door click open his head shot up, watching you closely as you moved to sit next to him on the bed.

“Missy at her gran’s?”

“Yeah, my mum just picked her up there.”

You watched as Marcus’s eyes desperately searched your face, his lips parted slightly as he looked for any hint at what was wrong.

“Nothings wrong Marcus,” you reached over and grabbed his hands in yours, “I promise.”

“So, you don’t regret last night?”

“No,” you laughed softly, “not in the slightest. I love you, Marcus. I have known I have for a while I’m glad I finally admitted it to you.”

“Then what have you been thinking about?” he moved to turn his body to face you properly.

“I am so happy but I’m worried something will ruin this happiness. I do love you, Marcus, more than I thought was possible if I’m being honest. I love waking up to you even when you’re grumpy and going to sleep next to you after spending a day with you. I love how special you make me feel every day. I love how good a dad you are and I love Missy too. But you’ve had a life before me, you’ve made this family home that I’ve slowly started encroaching on,” you looked around the room at your items scattering the room, “we haven’t discussed where this is going or what you’re looking for and I’m worried one day I go further than you want or- or,”

“Or that I wont go as far as you want,” Marcus finished for you.

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“Well, I guess we better talk about,” Marcus smiled, lifting your head towards him by you chin. “I did have a life before you but you had a life before me in your own way. I was married and I had Missy. I loved my wife but that doesn’t mean I can’t love you because I do, just as much but in a different way because you are different. Us,” he moved his hand back down to squeeze your hand, “doesn’t mean any less to me because of what has happened before in my life. In fact it means more because you’ve accepted that. Accepted me and Missy. Also, you aren’t encroaching on this home because I want you here and so does Missy.”

You couldn’t stop the tears that quietly fell down your cheeks as he spoke gently to you, washing away whatever worries you had with every word he spoke. He softly hushed you as he pulled you into his side with an arm around your shoulder, placing a kiss to your head as he rubbed his thumb over your shoulder.

“What do you see in your future? Before me, what did you want?” he asks.

“I- marriage I guess. A family, the usual,” you turned to lean into his side even more.

“I know we haven’t been together that long but do you not see that with me?”

“I didn’t know if you wanted that. You’ve already been married and have Missy…”

“Well, you’ve never asked,” you could hear the smile in his voice without even having to look up again, “I would get married again,” he gives your shoulders a squeeze, “and I love being a Dad I would do that again too. Obviously, if Missy was comfortable with it but I don’t think she wouldn’t be, so long as she trusted I had the right partner by my side. She loves you too, you know.”

“You think?” you sniffed.

“I know.”

You looked up at him, your smiling boyfriend looking back down at you.

“I love you, Marcus.”

“And I love you.”

His head dipped down as his lips found yours. Your mouths moved against each other gently before his tongue found yours and suddenly you were breathless against one another. He pulled away and you sighed as he stood at the end of the bed, holding his hand out for you to take it. He pulled you to stand with him before his hand reached for your towel tied around your chest. When you nodded he pulled it apart, letting it drop to the floor.

His eyes dragged down your body, noticing every curve and drip of your skin, every freckle that marked your skin. As he took his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes flicked back up to yours now darker than before as a smirk toyed on his lips. You lifted your hands to pull at the bottom of his t-shirt, his arms lifting to allow you to lift it over his head and drop it on the floor next to your towel.

You stood on your toes as you attached your lips to his again, hungrier than before. He grabbed you by the back of the thighs, lifting you onto the bed and lying you carefully on the pillows at the top of the bed. He moved to kneel between your thighs. His hands dragged down your sides and thighs before resting above your knees.

“You are so beautiful,” he sighed, making you blush, “you are.”

He leaned down, kissing just above your belly button and whispering I love you into your skin. He repeated this, kissing down your stomach and each thigh before resting between your legs. His eyes found yours looking down at him and he reached for your hands, holding them in his on top of your stomach as he continued kissing and nuzzling his nose against the inside of your thighs. When you started to squirm below him, unable to stop your thighs from pressing together any longer in attempt to release some of the pressure pooling at the bottom of your stomach, he rested his head on your thigh and looked up at you with a lazy smile before moving to lick up your folds before attaching his mouth to your clit.

You gasped and your head hit back against the pillows, unable to stop the moans that fell from your mouth. You forced your head to lift slightly, looking back down at Marcus between your legs. His eyes were still on you, his lips smiling slightly before he want back to gently licking and sucking at you. He felt the way your legs tensed by the side of his head and knowing you were getting close his thumb began to stroke over the back of your hand. He moved one of his hands away, pressing two fingers slowly inside to feel the way you would tense around him.

Your back arched off the bed, moaning his name at the feeling. He moved his head away to rest on your thigh for a moment, his thumb circling your clit for a moment.

“Cum for me,” he sighed before attaching his lips back to you.

With those words you did. You let the wave wash over your whole body as it tensed around him. He kept his tongue moving against you as you rode our your high before your hands gently pushed his head back when you couldn’t take anymore.

“Good girl,” he moaned as he kissed once on the inside of each of your thighs.

You reached for his shoulder, grabbing to pull him up towards you. He moved to kneel, pulling his shorts down and letting his hard cock spring free. Your mouth fell open as you watched the pre-cum drip down his length. He leaned forward, resting a forearm at the side of your head before moving the shorts down the rest of his legs before kicking them off the bed..

Your hands reached up, holding the side of his face to bring it down to kiss him deeply. He held his cock at your entrance, slowly pushing in and causing both of you to break apart in a moan. His head fell against your forehead as his free hand wrapped around your thigh to pull it around his waist. His hips stilled for a moment until you begged him to move and he started slowly thrusting into you as he lifted his head to now rest against your forehead.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” you whispered back.

You moved your other leg to wrap around his waist, holding your heels against the bottom of his back as he thrusted in. They were slow and deep, hitting the right spot each time causing you to gasp. He kept his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes.

“Marcus, I think I’m go- Im gonna cum again,” you moaned.

“Cum for me, let me feel you,” he begged, keeping his thrusts at the same rhythm.

Your toes curled as your second orgasm of the night came, even bigger than the first. His name fell from your lips like a prayer along with moans of how much you loved him. Your hands gripped tight to his shoulders, your nails digging in until you came down from your high. He felt the way you tightened around him, holding his cock in place for a moment making him groan.

Marcus’s thrusts started becoming faster, losing their rhythm as he neared his own peak.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he moaned with every thrust until he came undone inside you as his lips attached to yours in a deep kiss, thrusting a few more times until he collapsed in your arms while still inside you.

His head is buried in your neck before he pulls out and collapses back onto your chest. Your hands reach up and play with his hair, combing through the short curls at the back of his neck. His breathing falls into steady breaths as you feel him grow heavy on top of you.

You know you will have to wake him soon so you both can clean up, but just for a while you hold him like this. You listen to his steady breathing and notice the feel of his curls between your fingers. You let yourself be with the man you love, in his home that is slowly becoming yours too, with no worries in your mind.

Marcus tag // @heythere-mel @over300books @computeringturtle @a-skov @leias-rebelion

Permanent tag // @phoenixhalliwell @asta-lily @hb8301 @princess76179 @sarahjkl82-blog

#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno x you #marcus moreno oneshot #marcus moreno fic #marcus moreno fanfic #marcus moreno fanfiction #marcus moreno headcannon #headcannon #we can be heroes #pedro pascal

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lucrezia-thoughts · 3 years

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Hi if asks is open how will Pedro boys react to a reader giving them a really good massage?

This is how they would react, love! 💚

How would the Pedro boys react to receiving a really good massage...

DIN DJARIN

Din doesn't quite know how to process the fact that you're giving him a massage. Your hands are on his body... his beskar armor is on the floor... and he has his back to you. This goes against every instinct he has, but somehow he knows he can trust you. As the tension in his body bleeds away with the skilled movements of your hands going lower and lower on his back, Din needs to come up with a plan for what to do when you are done... you're bound to notice how much he enjoyed the massage...

PERO TOVAR

Pero is loathe to admit it even in his own head, but he's feeling things more than just the physical pleasure from the massage you're giving him. He'd accepted that he wants you. He'd even, begrudgingly, accepted that William knew he wants you. But this... what he's feeling now is more than just a desire for your body. When you found him on his back on the icy pathway to the stables, you'd helped him to his feet and lead him to your room. You were helping him... caring for him... him... he didn't know how to process that...

MAX PHILLIPS

Max turned into a cold pile of goo on the bed as soon as your hands touched him to give him a massage. He insisted upon being stark naked despite your vehement assertions that this wasn't going to be that kind of massage. Funnily enough, his nudity isn't even the reason you're glad you didn't offer him a massage at the office. No, the pornographic moans spilling freely from his parted lips are the reason for your relief to be in the solitude of your bedroom...

MARCUS PIKE

Marcus told you repeatedly that this wasn't necessary, but he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the feel of your oil slick hands on the bare skin of his back. He is always quick to offer assistance to others, but he doesn't know how to accept the fact that you want to help him. It awakens feelings in him that he'd tried to suppress, having learned after two failed relationships that he should try better to protect his heart. He wants, desperately, to believe that his heart will be safe with you, though...

MARCUS MORENO

Marcus claimed up and down that this was completely unnecessary. He's rolled into car windows and broken them with his back(side) before and never needed a massage... never mind the fact that he could barely get out of his chair once the meeting was over earlier. That had absolutely nothing to do with the bad landing. Not at all. After you'd guided him into his office and shut the door, instructing him to lay face down on the sofa; however, he might have come around to this being a good idea... maybe...

JACK DANIELS/AGENT WHISKEY

Jack was moaning and grunting so frequently and loudly that you weren't even remotely surprised when Champ had barged into his office. Champ only got a few words into his speech about how intercourse in the actual office was inappropriate before he realized that wasn't what was happening. You had trouble holding back your laughter when he'd mumbled an apology before backing out of the room with his face as red as a tomato. Jack had given you a lascivious grin once the door was shut and you just shook your head and reminded him, once again, that he wasn't getting one of those kind of massages...

EZRA

Ezra's fist kept clenching and releasing as you sat on the cot behind him and worked the knots out of his tense shoulders. He wasn't used to any of this... not the needing help... not trusting someone enough to turn his back to them... not having someone touch him without murderous intent. This was truly a testament to just how much his newfound role of pseudo father has changed him. As your fingers slowly eased their way down towards his shoulder blades, you could have sworn you heard a whispered, "thank you, gem..."

FRANCISCO (CATFISH) MORALES

Frankie breathed harshly through his nose as your skillful hands worked magic on his aching body. Logically, he'd known you were good at this. You always helped massage Benny’s muscles before his matches. He wasn't prepared; however, for how his mind and body would react to your hands on him. He desperately wanted to shut his eyes and lean into the fantasy that you were doing this for him as more than just a friendly gesture. He knew better, though. He knew you would never want someone with as much baggage as he had... so he kept his eyes open and pushed the thought aside...

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