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Pastries, With Love | Morpheus x F! Reader

Warning: Pregnancy mention 

Requested by: None

Notes: Sorry for the long hiatus. This was a cut scene from the “So, Mote It Be” series that I recently found. You don’t have to read the series to understand this part! 

If you'd like to be a part of “The Sandman” tag list, just ask me. Requests are Closed.

Word count: 1.8K

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You could see the familiar pathway to the doors until your nose picked up something. Sweet berries with sweet bread filled your nose, and you looked to your right to see a bakery. A baker had placed a dozen blueberry muffins inside the display case; you quickly let go of Morpheus’ hand and rushed inside the bakery. Morpheus called your name, but you ignored it and entered the bakery. The store smelled of sweet, ripe berries and baked goods, with a faint smell of chocolate and coffee. The frontman smiled at you and asked, “Hello, what can I get for you?” Your mouth began to drool as you looked around the bakery to take everything in. There were muffins, bagels, loaves of fresh bread, cinnamon rolls, pies of every fruit, and cakes filing every display case. You looked around and asked, “Can I have half a dozen blueberry muffins, a slice of blueberry pie, two cinnamon rolls, and a cup of coffee?” The man’s eyes widened, and he whispered okay before getting a box to fill with what you requested.

The doorbell rang when Morpheus came inside; he walked next to you and said, “Don’t run away like that again; you scared me.” You smiled sheepishly and giggled at his face; he sighed and looked at the baked goods. “What did you order?” he asked while walking around the bakery. “An order of half a dozen blueberry muffins, a slice of blueberry pie, two cinnamon rolls, and a warm cup of coffee for the lady,” announced the man as he set it down by the table, “That should be 20 silvers.” Morpheus’ eyes widened, and he looked at you; you didn’t look at him and smiled at the man. Morpheus sighed and pulled out his pouch to give the man the money; the man smiled as Morpheus grabbed the two boxes, and you grabbed the coffee. You gave the man an energized wave goodbye and smiled while sipping your coffee.

“Are you sure you’re going to eat this all?” Morpheus asked while walking back to the doors, “Isn’t this unhealthy for the child?” You looked at him with your cold eyes and narrowed them. Sipping the coffee, you shook your head; no, he sighed and opened the doors for you. Morpheus walked to the kitchen with you trailing behind and placed them on the kitchen island. You heard the familiar wings flapping and saw Matthew land on the island. “Oh, I thought I smelled something,” he said while swaying his tail, “What did you get?” Morpheus opened the boxes to show off the baked goods you got, and Matthew’s beak dropped. You took the blueberry muffins out of the box and the blueberry pie slice while Morpheus took out the cinnamon rolls.

You grabbed a muffin and slid it in Matthew’s direction; before he took a bite, you said, “Choke on it, and I won’t save you.” Matthew nodded and slowly ate the muffin while you took a bite out of the blueberry pie. Your eyes closed, and you smiled as the blueberry pie melted on your tongue; you could tell you would throw up afterward from the excess baked goods, but it was worth it. Morpheus decided to take a small bite out of a blueberry muffin and shrugged. Your eyes shifted to him, and you asked, “What? It’s good.”  

“An Endless doesn’t need to eat. It’s a good muffin, I think.” Morpheus replied while placing the muffin back in the box. You rolled your eyes, ate the pie slice, and then ate two muffins while sipping your coffee. Matthew slowly pecked on his muffin and looked up to see your eyes glaring at him. After finishing the muffins, you were about to reach for a cinnamon roll until Morpheus pushed them away. “(Y/N), you should eat your vegetables,” Morpheus said with a sigh. “How about you mind your business?” you said in a sassy tone, “I’m pregnant, and this baby wants a cinnamon roll.” Matthew laughed and almost choked on his muffin until he spat it out. Morpheus gave him a side-eye, which made Matthew stop laughing. “I want to make sure the baby is healthy,” he explained, “I don’t want anything happening to the baby.”

You looked at him and patted his cheek while slowly reaching for the roll. Morpheus’ eyes narrowed when he saw you take a bite of the roll in front of him. “I’ve been eating healthy for the past couple of months. The only baked goods I’ve eaten were blueberry muffins. I wanted more than that,” you said, “Besides, a pregnant woman should always get her cravings.” 

Morpheus huffed and said, “Make sure to eat slowly, then. I will be in the library with Lucienne if you need anything.” You nodded and began to eat the second cinnamon roll while Matthew was still on his first muffin. It took you two hours to finish the baked goods with Matthew; he was lying on his back with his wings spread out. You were sitting in a chair while rubbing your stomach. ‘Damn it, Morpheus was right.’ You thought to yourself. You scold yourself for eating all the baked goods, but it was worth it because you could feel your baby kicking. “Looks like the baby is happy,” you gushed, with Matthew groaning in response. You hear footsteps coming into the kitchen and see Morpheus enter it. He looked around, and his face cringed when he saw Matthew lying down. “Matthew,” asked Morpheus, “How do you feel?”

“I feel great.” Matthew managed to groan. Morpheus hummed and looked at you; he saw you were drinking milk and rubbing your stomach. “How do you feel?” He asked while kneeling in front of you; he placed his hand on top of your stomach and then gave it a soft kiss. “I feel fine; the baby kicked earlier. I assume they liked the baked goods,” you said while patting your stomach. Morpheus hummed and moved his hand around your stomach, hoping to feel the baby kick. After a few minutes, Morpheus placed his hand on the left side of your stomach and gasped. Morpheus looked up at you and said, “They kicked.” You nodded and said, “I felt it, Morpheus.” Morpheus softly smiled and helped you get up from the chair; he rubbed your lower back and led you back to his chambers. You looked behind you to see Matthew still hadn’t moved, but you could hear faint snoring. You were tired when you reached the chamber, so Morpheus took you to bed and removed your lace shawl to place it on the nightstand. You went under the covers and asked him to lay next to you. Morpheus climbed on the bed, and you laid your head against his chest. Morpheus looked at you with pure love. That was the best way to describe it. “Thank you for helping me find my real self,” Morpheus whispered in your ear.

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Me opening my WIP and discovering it did not write itself overnight

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Rest Assure | Announcement

Hello everyone, I know I've been on hiatus for the past couple of months. It's been a struggle trying to write again, but at last, I'll be able to write new material soon! I will be releasing new Sandman stories.

I will be dipping my toes with Resident Evil! So if you like those, then don't hesitate to request it. For now, requests are EXTREMELY limited. There are at least 4 request slots open. They'll remain open until each slot is filled, and I'll make sure to tell people when they're closed.

I'll also be changing this blog around, so keep an eye out for that. I hope to post soon, especially since I have another surgery in December. Imagine two surgeries in one year; that's so fun. That's just my simple update for this blog! I'll be lurking around and indulging for a bit.

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Make time to watch these, please 🫡

More Narrations!

So....

More narrations of my stories! I barely found out multiple people posted narrations of my Creepypastas! This time, it's by NaturesTemper on Youtube!

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Rigor Mortis or Rigor Morris 👀 iykyk

One of the best stories I’ve read so far!!

Narrated Creepypasta

AHHH!

A horror channel on Youtube decided to narrate The Bartender. 1941's prequel Creepypasta!

It feels surreal to have a Creepypasta of mine narrated, but it happened. I'm grateful to work on this character and their stories, plus the people who found them appealing. Thank you guys very much! ^^

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Oh god, allergies are the worse!!! I’m sending you good vibes and health 🙏 I’m rooting for your speedy recovery

Sarahhhhhhhh! how's it going?

Omg hi!! I'm here and there. I have a summer semester of college, so I'm like juggling everywhere 😭 How's it going for you?

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Sarahhhhhhhh! how's it going?

Omg hi!! I'm here and there. I have a summer semester of college, so I'm like juggling everywhere 😭 How's it going for you?

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💗 incoming love train! I appreciate you and recognize the amazing presence you have on this site, thank you for contributing to our community! 🌷 send this to all the blogs you love! don't forget to spread the love. 💌

Ahh, thank you 💖💖

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Re-reading a fic and commenting "rereading this" is the equivalent of giving the writer a lil forehead kiss

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Reminders for the Anxious/Depressed Creatives

You’re more than what you make.

Your productivity does not determine your value.

It’s okay to do nothing sometimes.

Not everything you do has to result in a product.

Not everything you make has to be important, significant, or even good.

You can make things just for yourself.

You can keep secrets for yourself, whether it’s not posting some of your projects or not sharing your techniques.

You’re allowed to say no.

You’re allowed to rest.

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Last Line Tag Game ★

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ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜꜱ x ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡɪᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴏᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ.

Your eyes moved around as your eyelids began to open gradually, your hand grasping the white sheets with a weak grip.

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Miguel O’hara as your bf hcs! Pt.1

A/N: Request are open! Help me get out of my terrible writers block! :)

Miguel is….Miguel. He's still going to act cold towards you in some kind of way, especially first starting off in the relationship. But the reason behind it is that he isn't ready to fully let down his walls and fully dedicate his whole heart towards someone that he could lose in a heartbeat. It will definitely take some time for him to open up. Once he does tho…👀

Every chance he gets he’s gonna complain and nag about anything you do more than he does with the rest of the spider society members. He has extremely high and even unrealistic expectations when it comes down to you because you have great potential in his eyes.

Miguel mentions to you constantly that he hates nicknames, but you don’t care. And to be honest, you kinda think he secretly likes it when you call him “vampie” or “mimi”. He’ll never admit that to your face though.

Jessica always teases you about him. Something in the lines of “I see him getting all soft towards you but low key.”

O’hara is a major early bird, so whatever personal time you two can share together besides work has to be at night when everything’s running smoothly back at hq. During those times you’ll see him fully engage in more personal and even intimate conversations that you throw at him.

Show him any interest in science and he’ll talk nonstop about it. Even though he doesn’t really practice it as much anymore, it’s good for him to go down memory lane every once in a while

You’re the only person that can calm his overall mood. You’re his ice pack to his hot headedness!

Miguel is definitely the jealous type. Any type of close and personal interactions with the opposite sex will have him HEATED. He’ll go on and on to you about how getting close with them will disrupt the multiverse and how you need to follow the canon event which is you being with him.

Whenever you're on a mission, especially a really dangerous one, he's constantly calling and checking up on you. Although he assigned the mission to you knowing you're more than capable to get the job done, he can't help but worry. He's afraid of losing the one he truly loves.

©Yayoona2023. Any sign/evidence of plagiarism from one outside of this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

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IM LATE TO THE PARTY IM SORRY!!! But oh my lord this new chapter got me gasping for air and clutching my pearls like a Hollywood actress. This was SOO worth the wait 💖 I’m so excited for everything else and Din, my love 💖 I missed you so much 😭😭😭

Grogu's Teacher, Part 6

Part 5 | Masterlist

Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader

Rating: T

Word Count: ~2900

Warnings: hand-to-hand combat, insults

Author’s note: Hello all! I’m finally back with more of this fic. I was not expecting to take so much time off between chapters, but my life has been very busy and I am in the middle of writing a book for work so that has meant less time for fic writing. After this season of the Mandalorian, the idea of Mand’alor Din is more of an AU than before, but we press on because this is the story I want to tell. Also, of course, we never know what the future holds for Din and his darling son.

“My heart is not a prize to be won,” Din’s voice is gruff with certainty.

“Oh you are wrong there, cyare,” she says mimicking your voice nastily, “Today is the day that any woman may challenge your intended for your hand. Now that you’ve announced your cyar’ika as your official consort, I am free to challenge her as per the laws of this celebration.”

She looks over at you, “So if this social-climbing trollop wants to secure her place at your side, she’ll have to fight me for the privilege!” Bo-Katan’s voice rings out across the ballroom.

Din moves the Darksaber into an attack position and steps in front of you, shielding you with his body. You clutch Grogu tighter to your chest as you feel your blood run cold.

“If she will not fight as is our tradition, she will be branded a hut’uunn, no one will respect her," Bo-Katan declares. 

You swear you can hear a pin drop in the grand ballroom after Bo delivers her biting insult to you. You swallow hard, feeling a rush of emotions: anger, distress, and sheer surprise at her audacity. Still though, your desire to stand up for yourself and your own pride won’t let you back down from her challenge. Carefully, you place Grogu in a nearby chair and then move out from behind Din to face Bo-Katan. 

“I’m not afraid of you, Lady Kryze,” you reply, “I have great respect for Mandalorian tradition, and while I might not come from a royal family such as yours, I am equally a Mandalorian.” You tip your helmet up, “You may call me all the nasty names you like, but those who know me know the truth.”

“Such a pretty speech,” Bo-Katan mocks you, even going so far as to clap her hands sarcastically, “It’s fitting for a little decoration meant to liven up the Mand’alor’s arm, but we all know that the throne needs the support of a strong riduur, one who doesn’t just teach our traditions but who practices them too. So unless you're going to accept my challenge of combat, you’ll stay the scared weakling you are.”

You stand perfectly still, and then nod your head once and in a clear calm voice you announce, “I accept.”

Din immediately tugs at your arm, turning you back towards him, “No, cyar’ika, this is not the time nor the place for combat, you don’t need to fight her. I’ll protect you.” His voice sounds deeper than normal and you can feel his concern for you.

“I know you always will, cyare, but I need to do this,” you drop your voice so only he can hear you, “Even if I lose, I have to know that I tried, I want to show everyone that I’m willing to fight for you, that you mean that much to me.” 

“I know that and if it were me, I would fight for you too,” Din whispers to you, his helmet dropping down to touch yours in a Keldabe kiss. 

As a warrior, he knows he needs to let you fight your own battles, but as the man who loves you, everything in him is urging him to hold you close and keep you far from harm. He sighs, there is no right choice here, but he needs to make the one that shows his respect for you. Stepping back, his shoulders are set and his movements are deliberate. He reaches down and takes a vibroblade from its sheath and places it in your palm. In a voice that carries across the hall, he tells you with reverence,

“You honor me by being willing to compete, but know that you already have my heart, now and forever.”

“And you have mine,” you reply softly, your voice sounding calmer as knowing you have his support grounds you. You raise your chin and project your voice louder, “Thank you, cyare, I will do my best to bring honor to you and my clan.”

You hear a small shuffle of feet and realize there are others gathering by your side. Your cousin, Saka, reaches out to place a hand on your pauldron,

“You already honor our clan with your spirit and your dedication to the Way,” he says, his words are punctuated by the bow he gives you as he places his fist over his heart. His wife and their sons also bow to you, adding to their familial show of support.

“Your training will serve you well,” the Armorer has come over too, “Remember all that I have taught you and you will succeed in showing everyone that you have a warrior’s heart.”

“This is all so touching, but are we going to fight or just stand around sharing platitudes all evening?” Bo-Katan snarks at you.

You ignite your glowing shield and take the attack stance the Armorer has taught you, “Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur (Today is a good day for someone else to die),” you state the Mando’a saying clearly.

“Bold words from such an untrained warrior,” Bo-Katan snorts. 

She makes her first move which you manage to evade. You keep your feet moving as you’ve been instructed, deliberately but not too quickly or you will tire yourself out too soon.

“You shouldn’t make assumptions that I am untrained,” you reply calmly.

You continue to take the position of defense, and manage to outmaneuver her next attempts to land a blow. 

You hear Din mutter, “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

You bring your attention back to Bo-Katan. Din’s words bolster you and you try your own move to strike her with his blade. She avoids it though, turning on her heel and then setting up to attack you again. This time you are not fast enough and she connects with your armor, causing a loud clang and startling you with its ferocity. You’re not hurt though, but it does shake your confidence. You try a few more attack moves of your own, but you fail to connect. She manages to connect again though, a hit with her vambrace against yours. This time you feel a sting of pain, but you shrug it off and break away from her.

“Look at you, playing dress up in your shiny new armor,” Bo-Katan’s sneer can be heard even through her modulator, “You know, Miss Consort, just because you put on the armor doesn’t make you worthy of it.”

She rushes forward attempting to land a blow with her vibroblade, however this time you easily deflect it, dodging the way the Armorer has instructed you.

“I am worthy of my armor, and, unlike you, I understand that there are many ways to be a Mandalorian,” you respond to her clearly, your voice projecting calm even though you are a tangle of emotions right now. 

You take a deep breath, and then deliver your own verbal blow to her, “My armor may be new, but at least it isn’t stained with the blood of my people, or that of my sister.”

“You bitch,” Bo-Katan roars at your comment. She barrels towards you, her anger making her movements sloppy and predictable.

With Bo-Katan off-kilter, you land your first strike with the vibroblade, your aim better than hers as you manage to slice through her flight suit just between her pauldron and vambrace. You can see a thin line of blood on her arm. She screams,

“You’ll pay for that!”

You watch as she steels her shoulders and resets her feet. There’s a determination in her that you don’t like. She attacks you again, faster this time and more sure-footed and it’s overwhelming. You do your best, fighting as hard as you can. You kick at her, try blocking with your shield, and stab at her again with Din’s vibroblade. You manage to hold her off for a bit but she keeps coming at you and your blows aren’t doing enough damage to her. But then, her fist connects hard with your wrist and she knocks the blade from your hand. It startles you and you lose your concentration just long enough for her to sweep your feet. At the last minute you grab onto her arm and you both crash down in a startling bang of armor against the ballroom floor.

Bo-Katan lands heavily on top of you, and while you try to shove her off, she maintains control and forcibly pushes you harder into the ground.

“You should have stayed in your place, teacher,” she taunts you, as she brings her vibroblade up to your neck in the soft space between your armor and your helmet. 

You gasp, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” she asks, mockingly. She pushes the blade in closer to you and for a moment you think she might actually harm you.

Suddenly her arm is yanked backward by some unseen force and the blade is ripped from her fist. It flies up and across the room, to land in Grogu’s small outstretched hand. 

You breathe a sigh of true relief, “Way to go, buddy!”

You turn your head and realize that Din is right there, having run to your side the moment he felt you were in real danger. He lifts Bo-Katan off you and shoves her aside, and then reaches down to help you to your feet. His arm goes around your shoulders protectively,

“This fight is over,” he declares.

“You can’t deny that I won!” she shouts at him.

“I’m not denying that,” Din replies, his voice deadly calm, “But I am stopping this before you take it too far.”

“It’s not my fault she couldn’t put up a better fight, but she should have known that I am the superior warrior,” Bo-Katan states smugly.

Your shoulders sag a touch at that, and despite feeling that you did your best, the feeling of loss permeates your body. 

“I had to try,” you say, your voice is just above a whisper, “I did the honorable thing.”

“Yes, you did, cyar’ika,” Din tells you, his arm hugging you to his body.

You hear the sound of little feet, pattering across the floor to you. It’s Grogu, a welcome distraction, toddling his way over to you and Din, and waving Bo-Katan’s vibroblade like his own small sword. 

“Patu!” he announces with a flourish of the blade.

“Oh buddy, let’s be careful with that,” you say, picking him up and reaching for the knife.

“He can keep it,” Din states, his voice full of pride, “He earned it.” 

You notice your cousins have moved closer too. The younger ones nod along with Din’s comment and it makes you smile in spite of yourself. Seeing that they’re still here, coming up to you even after your defeat is a comforting sight.

“You have brought honor to our family with your determination to fight and your willingness to accept a challenge. We are all proud to have you as a member of our clan,” Saka states, “And this clever little foundling too. The way he magically yanked that blade from Lady Kryze’s hand was most impressive.” 

He reaches out a hand to pat Grogu on the head and you hear the little one coo happily in response and reach out to him to be held. Saka takes the baby and presents him with a scabbard for the vibroblade. 

“For you, little warrior,” Saka states.

“Grogu knows how to protect the ones he loves,” Din remarks, “As do I.” He leans down then to give you a Keldabe kiss, but just before his helmet can make contact with yours, a tsk-ing sound interrupts.

“Uh-uh, there will be none of that now,” Bo-Katan admonishes with a wag of her finger, “Mand’alor Djarin, not only did I show everyone that I’m the better warrior, I have also claimed you for my own.”

She sidles over to Din, holding her hand out, “Come and take the hand of your future bride.”

With reluctance, Din steps away from you, and turns to face Bo-Katan fully. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and your throat feels tight. You had not thought through what losing to Bo-Katan truly meant. You watch as the space between you and your love grows larger and your heart aches. Tradition is profoundly important to Mandalore and you know that Din comes from a sect that believes in upholding the old ways. 

Din stands proud, he brings himself up to his full height and with his arms planted on his hips, he seems to be larger. He speaks to Bo-Katan but loudly so that everyone in this great hall can hear him clearly. 

“You can only claim the Mand’alor,” he says, “But that is no longer me.”

He unclasps the Darksaber from his belt, and tosses it at Bo-Katan’s feet. 

“Traditions have their place and they honor those who have come before us. But traditions should not continue at the expense of the people who have to live with them. I will not remain the Mand’alor if it means giving up the one that I love, and I certainly will not accept Bo-Katan Kryze as my riduur.”

He turns and walks back to you, taking your hands in his, “I love you, cyar’ika, you are my choice.”

“I love you too, Din,” you reply, your voice cracking with emotion, “All I want is to be with you, but I don’t want to make you give up so much.”

“It isn’t worth it, ner kar’ta,” he tells you, “Without you, I don’t want it. It means nothing.”

“Such a sickening scene,” Bo-Katan mutters, “The role of Mand’alor was wasted on you, Djarin. I, on the other hand, know exactly what our people need. A true royal.” 

She leans down to scoop up the saber, igniting it and waving it above her head with a victory whoop. She turns towards the crowd, awaiting cheers. But she is met with silence.

You look across the crowd to see many clenched fists and people standing rigidly as they watch Lady Kryze try to celebrate. A low muttering begins to sweep through the room, sounding like the dull rumbling of thunder. You catch bits of comments here and there.

“She doesn’t deserve the Darksaber!”

“Her challenge was unfair!”

“Kryze is a mean-spirited bully!”

“Mand’alor Djarin is still the true leader!”

“Someone should slap her!”

“I want to slap her!”

“Disgraceful! She dishonors the true Mand’alor!”

“Djarin is the best for us!”

“Djarin has done so much!”

You begin to hear Din’s name more and more as it echoes through the crowd. Others begin to say it too and soon it grows into a chant. You even hear a few shouts of your own name in the mix. Din acknowledges the crowd with a nod, but says nothing.

Instead it is the Armorer who takes action, she walks purposefully to Bo-Katan,

“The people have spoken, Lady Kryze. No special weapon, even a sword as rare as that one, can withstand the will of our people.” 

Bo-Katan looks around at the people cheering for Din and for you, she hears the jeers and threats being made against her, and her shoulders sag in defeat. Without a word she turns off the Darksaber and drops it into the Armorer’s outstretched hand. She looks towards Din and you one more time, and then slowly walks away, navigating her way through the throng of people.

“Mand’alor, I believe you may have dropped this,” the Armorer says to Din, holding the powerful sword out to him.

Din looks at you, and tilts his head. You know his question without him having to say it.

“It’s your choice to make, Din, but whatever you choose, I’ll be here by your side,” you reassure him, giving his hand a squeeze.

He nods and takes the saber from the Armorer. A loud, joyful cheer goes up from the crowd. The noise is deafening and you’re impressed by the dedication everyone has for Din and his leadership. It fills you with pride for him. 

Din raises his hand to silence the crowd, and when relative calm has settled once again, he addresses them,

“I am honored by your faith in me, I will do all that I can to serve you for the better of all Mandalorians.”

He places his fist over his heart and bows his head to them. You watch as people in the ballroom drop to their knees and return the salute to him. It humbles you to see everyone’s loyalty and you’re about to drop to your knees too, when Din pulls you to him. He takes you in his arms and touches his helmet to yours. 

“I’m honored by you too, cyar’ika. You fought for me and showed me more loyalty than a hundred warriors on their knees.” Din’s voice is gruff and low.

“I tried my best to fight and honor you, but I lost,” you tell him, honestly.

Din chuckles, “Did you, cyar’ika?”

Grogu coos loudly at that in apparent agreement. He waves his hand at you and makes the brrr sound he’s become so fond of lately. 

You look at the happy baby in the arms of your cousin, surrounded by the rest of your new family. Then you turn back to his father whose hand reaches out to hold yours again. 

“You know, you’re right, Din, it wasn’t a loss,” you say, “In fact, I think I may have won it all.”

Note: I hope you enjoyed this! I have one more epilogue chapter planned for you!

Mando’a: 

cyare = beloved

cyar’ika = sweetheart

Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur = Today is a good day for someone else to die

ner kar’ta = my heart (my love)

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[saraicus]

This is BEYOND perfect! Oh my lord, my jaw was DROPPED throughout the chapter. You did AMAZING! I completely understand about the other requests, you don’t have to do them!! They were just ideas I hope would help you!! Clearly it did because WOW, I’m in love. You’re amazing!! I was twirling my hair and everything 😭 the moment when he cries? Majestic

A Broken Toy

Club Blue Jones X Sex Worker f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested By @saraicus

Prompt

His eyeliner running down as he’s banging you against his desk.

Summary

Blue likes to play with all his girls, and he calls on you specifically for what he calls, 'play time'. Some girls never return from their 'play time', and the ones who do come back...act different.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, Blue Jones is his own tag, dubious consent, rough sex, reader is a sex worker in Blue's club, p in v sex, p in v creampie, Blue is mean, threats of violence, crying (Blue), ruined makeup (Blue), spit kink

Word Count: 2.1k

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Blue had you right where he wanted you, all pretty, flustered, and an outright mess while you writhed underneath him. You were such a little bitch, slapping him the way you did when he told you he wanted to play. You were there for one thing, and one thing only…to do as you were fucking told. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the fire you had inside of you. The new ones always had a little fight in them…in the beginning anyway. He was going to fuck it out of you one way or another.

You remembered the way your fear overcame you when his henchmen opened your door. They walked inside your room, being the only men allowed in there other than Blue, of course. They gave you a pretty red dress to put on, and you did so obediently. Then they escorted you down the hall to his office, where you stood, shaking like a leaf while Blue approached you, waving his henchmen away.

The door closed behind them, and you felt terror wash over you. It was silent in the room, save for Blue’s notoriously heavy and irritated breaths. He brushed his fingertips over your cheek, telling you how beautiful you were all dressed up for him. His breath reeked of alcohol. In a rough and quick motion, he tugged you close and told you how he was going to ‘play with you until you break’. 

You’d heard stories of what happened to the girls who left his office after what he liked to call, ‘play time’. Some of them didn’t act the same after leaving. One girl seemed to have completely lost her spirit. She was still friendly, but overall stopped interacting much with you and the others. Another girl that he took to his office never left…at least…no one ever saw her again.

You didn’t know what came over you when you slapped him across the face, but in a moment of bravery, and pure self preservation, you struck him. It would seem that your instincts were off. A smart girl would’ve been as obedient as possible, throwing herself at him willingly. Self preservation, in this case, meant giving the man with all the power over you whatever he asked for, and you’d slapped him across the face.

“I’m sorry! I’ll behave, I–ah!” Blue was slamming you around like a ragdoll in his office.

You landed on the floor with a thud, covering your face with your hands as he closed in on you quickly.

“Shut up!” He picked you up off the floor and put you down on the desk, grabbing your throat tightly in his strong hand. “You’re gonna learn the rules really quick honey,” his face was close to yours while he spoke. He started undoing his belt with his free hand. “You don’t get to say no to me.”

“I know Blue I know I’ll give you what you want now, I’m so, so–” you choked on your words when he squeezed tighter.

“Doesn’t matter, gonna teach you a lesson,” he lined himself up with your hole, pressing the fat tip of his cock to your dripping entrance. “Your job is to satisfy the men in here, that includes me honey. I was going to play nice with you, I really was, but since you wanna act out, I have to get rough now. You made me do this.”

“I’m sorry! Please! I’ll be good, Blue I’ll–!”

He thrust into you, forcing a gasp from your lips as his thick cock made your walls give out around him. You grabbed the edge of the desk while he started his even paced motion, grunting with every hard rock of his hips. He huffed out an irritated laugh, clenching around your neck even harder. He loved the way you looked with your little throat in his large hand.

“You think I like doing this? Huh?” He leaned in, squeezing tighter to pull your face closer. “I just wanted a turn to play with you. You’re my toy after all. You don’t belong to them, you belong to me.”

Blue fucked the cries out of you, relishing in the tears that fell down your cheeks. He wished you hadn’t made him so mad. He didn’t want to hurt you, but you’d left him no choice. All the other girls knew that when it was time to play, they were supposed to be nice and pliant, like good little toys for him. This was the only way for you to learn.

“I’m nice enough to share you because you make me lots of money, but do you know how hard it is to watch–f-fuck–watch other men play with you?” He pressed his sweat soaked cheek to your face while he rasped in your ear, “I have to watch them walk out of the room, all smug and satisfied after playing with what’s mine.”

He pulled his face back and looked at you. Black streaks were smearing down his cheeks from the eyeliner mixed with the perspiration. He started choking you harder. While he looked at you, you realized something else. He was…he was crying. He kissed you, pressing his lips firmly against yours before brushing his tongue against your bottom lip. You let him in, melting your mouth into his passionately, trying desperately to show him that you could behave.

He sobbed into you, angry with you for denying him and angry with himself for showing weakness. He broke off the kiss with a wet smack, looking at you with big glistening eyes. He didn’t look angry. Instead he looked…hurt.

“I do everything for you.” He was spitting while he talked to you. “I take care of you, and yet you still treat me like an enemy. Look what you’ve made me do to you.”

“I won’t do it again, p-please!” You gasped when he finally let go of your throat, coughing and trying desperately to get as much air into your lungs as you could.

“Fuck-you-feel-so-good.” He never slowed his pace, even through the crying and the scolding, he was unrelenting. “I see why they like you so much, such a perfect little pussy, such a good little t-toy-f-fuck!”

You grabbed his shoulders for stability, and he held onto your hips tightly, fucking into you even harder. You leaned forward and kissed him, touching your forehead to his while his gaze bore into you.

“If you ever fucking tell me no again, I’ll make it impossible for you to speak, okay?” He was sort of growling in a low, dark, tone that made a chill roll down your spine. “I’ll make sure that you have to be the most well behaved girl in the club whether you want to or not, understand me?”

“Yes, yes Blue. I’m sorry.” You kissed him more, showing him your willingness to obey.

He slowed down his movements, savoring the way his cock felt when he pulled back. He stopped, the bulbous head of his length rested at your entrance, glossed over with his precum and your juices. You wondered why he stopped, feeling so empty all of a sudden. Involuntarily, you grabbed his shoulders harder and slid your rear forward, trying to get him back inside of you, but he managed to keep it just out of reach.

“T’oh, honey…” He taunted, tsking you while shaking his his head slowly, “you want more don’t you?”

His cock was throbbing and twitching while it sat, still pressed up against your little hole. His fat, glistening head just rested there, taunting you. You didn’t even have to tell him out loud that he was right. Despite yourself, you did want more. You felt your pussy dripping with arousal, your insides burning with a need that only his cock could satisfy in that moment. You gripped the lapel of his suit jacket and looked deep in his eyes.

“Yes, I do.”

“Of course you do…beg.”

You looked at him incredulously, “what? Y-you want me to–”

“Fucking beg for it if you want it so bad,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

You tried to slide forward for even the slightest bit of friction, but you were met with a hand to your fragile throat once again. Blue squeezed, pushing you back to laying on the desk while you tried desperately to get a satisfying breath.

“P-please give it to me, please!” You grabbed his arm, trying to keep some of the pressure off of your throat, “I’ll be a good toy, I’m a g-good toy!” You squeezed his waist with your knees trying to coax him into your hole.

“I don’t believe that you mean it honey, I want the whole club to know how bad you want me. Scream it.”

“PLEASE BLUE! I FUCKING WANT YOU!”

“Now was that so fucking hard?!”

The desk scuffed over the floor with the force at which he plunged into you again. He leaned over you, punching his cock into your needy hole while you gasped and cried under his tight grip still caged around your throat. It felt so good. You cursed yourself internally for fighting him so hard on this. Why had you fought against him again? Something about girls being broken or disappearing? Another harsh thrust brought you back to the moment immediately.

“Open your mouth!” He shouted, and you obeyed immediately.

He drove two fingers past your lips and pressed them against your tongue, pulling your jaw open further. It ached, but you didn’t care. He leaned in, collecting a glob of spit in his mouth and letting it drop down over his fingers. Some of the spit dribbled onto his chin, making it shine in the harsh light, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Blue smirked, watching the way his saliva trickled down his digits and into your throat. You looked up at him before closing your mouth around his thick fingers and sucking on them, letting your tongue roll softly around them. He moaned heavily at that, lurching forward and slowing the pace at which he thrusted into you. Blue pressed his face between your breasts, deep groans making your chest feel like it was vibrating. 

He felt the way your soft walls fluttered around him, and your moans rumbled up through your chest under his lips. They got harsher, as did the way your cunt squeezed his girth. You sounded so pretty, so sweet when you were coming for him. He looked up at you again, eyes blurred with tears once more.

“Yes, that’s good isn’t it? Huh? Don’t you fucking ever deny me again…fuck-fuck-ah!”

You felt the way his cock twitched inside of you, like it was fighting to tear your hole in two. His grip on your jaw was harder while he rolled his hips forward, fucking his cum into you further. The new lubrication made everything sound so much wetter. It took several moments of you both breathing heavily before you could collect yourselves again. Standing on shaky legs, you walked to the door alongside Blue.

You couldn’t for the life of you understand why the other girls who went in there got such harsh punishment, but you decided to wait until you were in the doorway, close to the exit, before you finally asked.

“Blue?” You looked at him.

His cheeks were reddened from the runoff makeup he’d wiped from his cheeks before stepping out with you into the hall.

“Yes honey?” He smirked at you.

“I thought…” you let out a heavy sigh and contemplated your next words carefully. “The reason I was so afraid is because of what happened to some of the other girls you ‘played with’,” you made air quotes.

He chuckled, stepping up to you and getting his face so close to your ear you could feel his lips against your skin.

“Those are the ones I had to break in order to make them behave,” he stepped back, looking you up and down before his eyes met on yours once more, “I don’t think I’m going to have that same problem with you, right? I hope not. Some of them were broken beyond repair…and I really hate when that happens.”

You shook your head, “no, Blue. I’ll be good.” He walked up and kissed your cheek, “very good, now get back to work, I’ll be seeing you again very soon.”

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A message for Saraicus (requester) -

Ty for sending along so many prompts. I would've loved to have done them all but it just wasn't feasible for me in the long run. You're amazing and this was a lot of fun to write! I hope you enjoyed it!

[saraicus]

Just. Keep. Writing.

Your writing is worth it.

You should keep trying.

Resting is part of writing.

[saraicus]

I loved this exchange so much, I just spent a stupid amount of time turning it into a mediocre graphic. Neil, you complete me.

[saraicus]

Hi I just starting reading your stuff so I hope that you will continue here on tumblr. You're great! You deserve ALL the validations! ALL!

Aww, thank you so much! I plan on writing more stories on Tumblr; I’ve just been a bit busy. Is there anything you’ll like to see me write? I plan on releasing a new Morpheus x F! Reader story if that’s what you’re interested in <3 But I can also do other stuff as well!