#all of these gifs have come from different gif makers and I don’t remember which who 😭

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I saw this and thought of Ari and his Bird right away 😂 Now how would he react? 😌

Dinner is Served...

Summary: You surprise Ari with his favorite meal: You.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Implied Smut, An Appearance from Bucky Barnes, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Brief Discussions of Body Image, High Heels, Naked Fun in the Kitchen, Manhandling, Clothed Male Nude Female (CMNF), Pussy Eating, Very Mild Chase Kink, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: I think someone actually asked me this a while ago. Maybe. I vaguely remember my answer. However, instead of rehashing that, this is how I think that would go - with a twist! Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I sent you the files this morning, Buck.” Ari winces as he shoulders his way into your house from the garage. “It’s not my fault you don’t know how to open ‘em.”

“Just resend them in a different format.” His friend and business partner responds, sounding frustrated. 

“Why don’t you just give-in and ask Pixie to help you already?”

“Because she’s been giving me the silent treatment since Tuesday. Why would I want to risk breaking the streak?” 

Rolling his eyes, he drops his bag by the door – only to be surprised when he spots a pair of your panties laying innocently on the floor. Upon closer inspection, he realizes that it’s actually one of his favorites. It was part of a set he’d bought you just last month. 

“What’d you do, Barnes?”

“Uh…” A heavy sigh can be heard coming from the other side of the phone. “I accidentally broke her fancy little coffee maker.”

“Wow.” He responds, disapproval evident in his tone.  

“Hey! I just said it was an accident. She said she had a bad night and so I tried to make her one of those latte…macchiato…things she likes. And then I broke it.”   

“Make it right, Buck.” After toeing off his boots Ari begins making his way towards the kitchen, following the sound of music in the air. He frowns when he spies your blouse in the middle of the hallway. Closely followed by a pair of black leggings. 

“How?” God, his buddy could be so goddamned obtuse sometimes.

“Fucking apologize. And then buy her another one – a better one.” 

“Ugh!” The former soldier whines. “I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for a replacement. How about I–?”

Wait. WAIT. Was that your bra? Just what the fuck was up with this strange trail of clothes?

“Buck, you’re a grown man. And google is your friend.” Ari snaps as he picks up your fallen undergarment, his confusion growing with each passing second. “Restore peace to the land before that woman feels compelled to drop a nuke.” With that he ends the call, now ready to solve whatever mystery he’s just stumbled upon. 

But what it’s he sees when he rounds the corner that has him stopping dead in his tracks.

“Well, shit.” His mouth goes dry as he watches your hips sway to the music pumping out of the speaker. 

A low whistle of appreciation has you glancing over your shoulder. 

If you were being honest, you’d known he was home the moment you’d heard your garage door open. Which was also why your bathrobe was now hastily balled up in your pantry. 

“Welcome home!” You chirp, not missing the way your man’s eyes darken as they drink you in. “Did you have a good day?”

“What’s all this?” Ari’s already deep voice dips an octave as he holds up your previously abandoned bra, dangling it from his finger. But you know he’s not mad. This question is coming from a man who clearly likes what he sees.

Which just so happens to be you. Happily cooking in your kitchen. Wearing nothing but a little makeup and a pair of red heels. Oh, and oven mitts. Can’t forget those.

You’d come across this scenario while aimlessly scrolling on Instagram. And since you were growing more comfortable with the body you saw in the mirror these days, you figured that it might be worth trying your luck. If only to see your man’s reaction.

“Oops!” You gasp, trying your best to look apologetic. “I just haven’t had a chance to clean up yet. I’m sorry.”

“Baby…” Ari drags a stunned hand over his jaw. “That’s not even – ah fuck. Cleanin’ up is the absolute last thing on my mind right now.” Dropping the undergarment on a nearby table, he begins making his way to you – only to come up short once again when he catches sight of your heels. 

“What? I’m just tryin’ to break ‘em in. That’s all.”

“Fuck meee.” He groans under his breath, his eyes going wide at the sight of your latest surprise. 

“Hold that thought, sugar.” With a wink, you turn back towards the stove before bending over to retrieve tonight’s dessert from the oven. You’re forced to bite the inside of your cheek when you hear your bounty hunter’s sudden intake of breath at the sight of your bare ass. 

“There we go.” You hum, playfully fanning yourself with a checkered mitt. “Hope you like homemade cinnamon rolls with whipped cream cheese frosting." Tendrils of feminine pride unfurls in your belly when you notice Ari’s impressive hard-on tenting his jeans. "They’re the perfect after-dinner treat.”

“That’s–I’m not…” He cuts himself off, surprising you both with his inability to speak. “We–that ain’t the kinda treat I’m hungry for, little Bird.”

“Hm.” You nod as you stretch your arms above your head. Giving into temptation, you rise up on your toes before giving a little shimmy, calling attention to your breasts. “No problem. What’s the point of talkin’ about dessert when we haven’t even discussed the main course?”

“Huh?” Ari clears his throat, his rapt gaze now focused on your pouting nipples. 

“Tonight we’re having roasted potatoes –” 

“I don’t give a good-damn about no roasted potatoes, woman!” The bounty hunter rumbles, cutting you off before you can finish telling him your menu. “You don’t need to cook nothin’ else. I already know what I’m hungry for.” He takes a decisive step in your direction. “It’s just a matter of where I’m eatin’.”

“But you don’t even know what we’re havin’ yet!” Comes your incredulous laugh as you bat away his eager hands. 

“This right here.” He growls, broadly gesturing at your naked body. “All of this. That’s what I want.” Without warning, he grabs the edge of his t-shirt with both hands before yanking it over his head, revealing his muscled chest. “I'm fuckin' starvin'.”

“But I’m not on the menu!” You shriek, throwing a dish towel at him the next time he gets too close. The next thing you know, this man is now chasing you around your own kitchen, his long legs quickly eating up the space between you. 

Fuck it was hard to run in heels! 

“Now I don’t mind where I dine, darlin’.” Your man purrs, his already sexy voice pitched to arouse. “We can take it to the bedroom. The living room…”

“Beast!” You burst into a fit of giggles as you attempt to fend him off with the help of a chair. “Need I remind you that we are in the kitchen?”

Now that makes him pause. But only for a second. 

“It ain’t the first time I’ve had you in here.” The chair you’ve been holding is gently ripped from your grasp. “Pretty sure I’ve devoured that pussy in every room of this house.” You watch in defeat as he sends your last little bit of protection skidding across the floor. “Did you forget how wet you got the last time I splayed you out on this-here table? Because I haven’t.”

One rough, slightly calloused hand grips the back of your neck – drawing you closer. 

“Remember how I made you hold yourself open for me?” His lips ghost over yours – the sharp nip of his teeth causing your heart to beat erratically in your chest. “Remember the way your thighs shook every time you gushed around me?” He moans softly, the erotic sound going straight to your dripping cunt. 

“I–If you don’t want the potatoes, we’re also having…um…” You can’t help but whimper when he abandons your throat in favor of grabbing a hearty handful of your ass. “Herb roasted chicken…”

“I get so hard whenever I think about the way you drenched my fuckin’ beard, baby.” Ari gives you a playful squeeze before lifting you by your hips and depositing you on the table as if you weigh nothing. “My good girl always makes such a mess for me. Don’t you?” 

“Could I perhaps interest you in some honey glazed carrots?” However, your weak attempt at redirection is completely ignored.

A heady thrum of excitement courses through you when you feel your back connect with the cool, wooden surface. And then Ari’s hands come to rest on your knees, gently prying them apart, baring your most intimate flesh. 

“Look at you.” He rasps, tenderly stroking your slick folds. “Fuckin’ soaked already. And here we are just gettin’ started.” He parts you with thick fingers before leaning down to press a kiss to your puffy clit, making your hips buck. 

“Yeah,” he continues. “This is the only honey I give a fuck about tonight.” Gripping your ankle, he drapes your leg over one broad shoulder, opening you up to him even more. And then he reaches for the remote to your speaker, turning up the volume of the music that had since become little better than background noise. 

“Don’t want any interruptions while I enjoy my meal. Especially since you spent so much time preparin’ it.” Ari drags your body towards the edge of the table before taking a seat in a chair and placing a napkin across his lap. “And don’t worry about me needing any silverware, sweet Bird…” He murmurs as his mouth descends upon your vulnerable, quivering pussy.

“I don't mind gettin' my hands dirty.”

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chad meeks martin x reader

prompt: reader lives with sam and tara in new york. she’s been in the friend group for years and is very close with chad, who is extremely protective of her. he’s always had a thing for her but never brought it up due to the fear he would ruin the friendship, until one night..an innocent game of truth or dare changes things

warnings: SMUT, p in v, making out, praise kink, riding, no condom, dirty talk, kinda slowburn but not rlly?

side note: I haven’t written smut in a while so sorry if this sucks! also I did not proofread so sorry for mistakes.

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It was a cold October night in New York. Your friends, Tara, Sam, Mindy, Annika, Ethan and Chad were all sat around the coffee table that was covered in the condensation from each one of your drinks. The sound of the TV was playing softly in the background as you all laughed, playing a game of truth or dare.

You had successfully made it through three rounds of the game without having to do something embarrassing. Granted, you chose truth everytime, which Mindy was not pleased with.

“Come on, you HAVE to choose dare this time.” Annika and the others agreed with her. “Says who?” you asked. “It’s the rules of the game.”

“Since when?” you laughed. “Since right now, i’m making it a new rule.”

“I don’t remember taking a vote on making you game maker.” you bantered.

“Everyone in favor of making me game maker take a sip of your drink.” Mindy said, watching with anticipation as everyone took sips of their drink. “Even you, Chad? I thought you had my back,” you whined at him. He smiled.

“Normally I would be against whatever my sister says buuut, you are the only one here who hasn’t done a dare yet,” he said. “Fine, I choose dare,” you gave in despite all efforts.

You knew by the look on her face that Mindy had something up her sleeve. “I dare you…” she started, giving it thought before looking between me and Chad. “I dare you and Chad to go into the bedroom and make out.”

Chad chimed in before you could, “Mindy that is so inappropriate.” You agreed. “Give me something else.”

“Nope..sorry those are the rules and since you all voted me game maker…what I say goes.” Mindy said, visibly pleased with her dare. “Hurry along now…i’m getting impatient.” She finished. The others piped in, pushing you to do it as if there wasn’t enough pressure already.

You sighed, looking at Chad with pleading eyes, hoping for him to step in and save you. Instead, he did the opposite. “Let’s go,” he said, standing up and holding out his hand. You hesitated but ultimately grabbed his hand as he helped you stand up.

Your hands stayed connected as he led you back to your bedroom. He allowed you to go in first, shutting the door behind him once he entered and leaned against it. His tall stature was almost the same height as the door frame. You sat on the edge of the bed, heart beating a mile a minute.

This was probably the first time in all the years you’ve been friends, that you and Chad had been alone in a room before. To say there were some unsaid feelings between you to would be an understatement. You’ve always had a thing for him, you loved the way he was so caring and protective over you. He treated you like a little sister, which was another reason you felt like he would never see you in a romantic way. Strictly platonic.

But the energy in your bedroom tonight was different than anything you experienced before. There was a sexual heaviness in the air and you couldn’t explain why. Chad didn’t take his eyes off you, he could tell you were deep in thought.

“Hey…you know we don’t have to do anything, right? I just brought you in here so Mindy would shut up,” he said, walking over from the door to sit beside you on the bed.

This brought some relief— but at the same time, it made your heart sink. There was a small part of you that wanted to kiss Chad, to feel his lips move against yours, to feel his hands linger on your body, to pull you on his lap while he explored your mouth, and eventually fuck you until you were cumming on his cock.

But that was a fantasy and you knew it. A fantasy that only occurred in your dreams and would most likely never become a reality. “Well, thank you for saving me.” you smiled, turning to make eye contact with him. “Anytime,” he smiled back. Fuck, you loved that stupid smile.

“I think ‘game maker Mindy’ is going to be pissed when she finds out we didn’t do anything,” you joked. “We��ll just have to convince her that we did.”

You gave him a questionable look. “For starters..we need to mess up your hair,” he said before taking his hands and roughing up your hair. You laughed in the process.

“Perfect, now you need a hickey or something.” You questioned him again. “If you think i’m burning myself with a curling iron..think again.”

“I can just give you one,” he chuckled. Your lower stomach fluttered. “I’m pretty sure that’s more intimate that actually making out,” you told him. “No, let me show you,” he said bluntly. You said nothing, but the look in your eyes was saying something totally different and Chad noticed.

He slowly took your hair and moved it behind your ear, exposing the soft skin of your neck. He leaned over slowly. Despite both of you sitting down, the height difference was still there. You let out barely audible sigh when he lips connected with your neck.

He left soft kisses over the skin, kissing up to your ear and back down to your collarbone. You involuntarily grabbed his arm and squeezed it, before he stopped at the most visible spot on your neck and began sucking.

Somewhere along the way, his hand had rested on your mid-thigh, rubbing and squeezing here and there. He didn’t do it for long before pulling away. He admired the reddish, purple mark he left, a smirk falling upon his lips. “Now, they will believe it.”

You were speechless. How could such a little act of affection, have you so fucking feral? You’re not exactly sure what came over you in that moment. “I like when you touch me,” you said innocently, looking down at his lips. “Yeah?” his smirk grew even bigger. “I like touching you.”

You both remained silent for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what the both of you just admitted. “Do you want me to touch you again?” he asked. You nodded. “Need to hear you say it baby.” It rolled off his tongue in the most sensual way. ‘Baby.’ replayed in your head over and over.

“Please…I want you to touch me,” you didn’t care how desperate you sounded and Chad was reeling over the use of ‘Please.’ Dirty thoughts flooding his mind.

He wasted no time leaning in to actually kiss you this time. It started out slow, because he wanted to give you time to back out if you needed. But you had no plans of doing so. It wasn’t until you let out a soft moan against his lips that he deepened the kiss.

His tongue slid in your mouth, fighting for dominance and easily winning. He couldn’t get enough of you. He pulled you onto his lap, hands resting on your sides as you made out for several minutes. A pool of wetness gathered in your panties, and you grinned yourself against him for some sort of friction.

“Chad..” you whined, desperately wanted more. “Can I take these off?” he referred to your pants. You nodded before he unbuckled your pants, lifting you up slightly so he could remove them. You also removed your shirt in the process.

It was embarrassing how soaked you were. He noticed the damp part of your pink panties. He smirked. “Stop smirking.”

“I just love how wet you are for me baby,” he said, fingers trailing down your stomach before reaching the top part of your panties. He looked at you for permission and you gave him a reassuring nod. He slipped his fingers below the fabric, finding your clit with ease and rubbing slow circles on it.

You moaned, feeling some release in your core from his touch. “Please don’t stop,” you whined.

“Mm, such a good girl..always using her manners,” he praised in your ear. He continued to rub you, adding a little more pressure. “I bet I could make you cum just doing this,” Chad said. “I know you’ve always had a little crush on me..I see the way you tense up when i’m near you, how you bite your lip while you look at my muscles, how red in the face you get when you see me talking to other girls.”

You couldn’t do anything but moan in response. You were seeing stars as he picked up the pace of his fingers, rubbing your clit faster and more aggressively. “Admit it to me y/n. Tell me how you feel about me.”

“I-I’ve wanted you for s-so long,” you sigh pleasurably. “Yeah? Tell me more.” God he was being so hot.

“Sometimes I touch myself at night to the thought of you.” You knew that would boost his ego like hell, but you didn’t care at this point. “Mm, I see. You’ve thought about cumming on my cock? Screaming my name while I fuck you numb?”

“Yes..n-need more Chad,” you moaned. He removed his hand, before reaching down to remove his own pants. His cock was painfully hard at hearing your confessions. He was honestly dumbfounded by the fact that this was happening. Though he would never admit, there was not a day that went by where he didn’t think about fucking you.

You removed your panties, Chad’s eyes immediately glued to your pussy. “Fuck” he breathed out. You helped him remove his boxers, both of you now completely naked. You crashed your lips on his again, making out as you reached down to stroke his cock in your small hand, which barely wrapped around the width. The movements earning a deep groan from his lips.

“You’re so big,” you moaned into his mouth, hand moving up and down his cock faster. “Wanna feel it inside you?” he asked in between kisses. You nodded, he gave you a look of disapproval. “I wanna feel you inside me,” you told him, he was much more satisfied with that answer.

He pulled you back onto his lap, hand gripping your waist as you hovered over his cock. Chad positioned himself at your entrance and looked up at you for one last reassurance, just in case you wanted to stop.

You answered his question as you slowly slid down on his cock, just enough for the tip to go in. You could tell he was trying to keep composure. So were you.

He held your hips, guiding you down farther as you both moaned in sync at the feeling. “Oh..f-fuck,” you whine. “You’re so fucking tight baby,” he groaned. He was big, way bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with. The pain mixed with pleasure made you feel like you were going to explode.

Once every inch of him was inside you, he began moving you back and forth on his cock. Profanities spilled from both of your mouth, absolutely drunk with pleasure. You rested your hands on his shoulders for support as you rode him. “Look at me when you ride me,” he demanded.

You moaned, meeting his eyes, sending you closer to the edge. “You’re doing so good baby, taking me so good..” he moaned, throwing his head back. You both continued like this for several minutes, before he took your arms and held them behind your back, leaning back and beginning to pound into you relentlessly.

“Fuck…fuck..fuck…don’t stop…please don’t stop,” you moaned louder as he thrusted like there was no tomorrow. “You’re making me feel so good y/n,” he said, “Fuck, I could do this all fucking night…make you stay on my cock forever.” His dirty words only pushed you closer and closer. He thrusted harder even though you weren’t sure how it was possible.

You core ached with the need for release. You could feel him deep in your stomach, every thrust deeper bringing you to the brink of collapse. “C-chad…g-gonna cum..”

“Me too baby, me too..” he assured you. Letting go of your arms, he reached between your bodies and began rubbing your clit. The overstimulation too much for you to handle. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock..” he said, rubbing your clit faster and fucking you harder as you came undone.

“Mm that’s right..Good girl…cum for me baby…fuck I love the way you’re squeezing me..” he talked you through the orgasm before reaching his own..

He wanted to pull out but there was a part of him, the sick, selfish and dirty part of him, that wanted to cum inside your pussy.

You knew he was on the edge, you could feel the way his cock throbbed inside you. He let out small whimpers as he felt the pleasure overtake him. Without giving it much thought, you said “Want you to cum inside me.”

He didn’t try to ask if you were sure, with the fear that you would take back what you said. Instead, his warm cum spilled inside you, coating every inch of your walls while moaning your name.

He thrusted a few more times before coming to a stop, but he didn’t pull out. You collapsed in his arms, listening to the faint sound of his rapid heartbeat that got slower as you both came down from the high.

“I can’t believe you just let me do that,” he laughs. “Honestly, me either..but it felt right,” you admit. He pulled out of you, “Spread your legs.” he told you as he sat up. You didn’t question it, you just did what he said. He watched as the white cum slowly dripped out of your hole. “Looking at my cum drip out your little pussy…yeah it was definitely the right decision.”

You blushed with embarrassment. “I never knew you were so naughty,” you laughed. “Baby, this isn’t even close to how naughty I can be,” he said with all seriousness.

A few minutes passed and you both got dressed, Chad helped you get cleaned up before leaving the room. To be honest, you had completely forgot the others still existed. Chad wrapped his arm around you as you walked back to your friends.

“Match-maker Mindy has done it again!” Mindy said, proud of herself, knowing she orchestrated this whole thing. “But I absolutely NEVER want to hear the foul and absolutely disgusting things I just heard in that bedroom.”

“Well thanks to you…you get to hear it every single night,” Chad said before both of you joined back at the coffee table for another round of truth or dare.

AU: CHAD IS DEF THE TYPE TO TALK U THROUGH IT AND I STAND BY THAT

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My Heart Lingers in Italy

In which James Potter visits Italy for a school trip just to meet two girls that change him forever.

This is pretty short but it is only my first installment of this series if you want to call it that. It will be part of my summer project for my writing. So updates may be a bit slow but quality over quantity right? Anyway I hope you enjoy, it wasn’t beta read this time I wanted to get it out before I rewrite it completely or just scrap the idea. Also when they trade IDs it was supposed to be for Line and such like that but couldn’t find a face social media maker for that one, so yeah also English is not my first language so if my grammar or spelling is off I apologize in advance.

“Lily, where are we going?”

The two girls held hands as they weaved through a crowd of tourists. The streets of Verona normally weren’t so packed but it was tourist season. Smiling Lily tugs Y/N forward as the two girls walk, “Remember you said you’d go to Piazza San Zeno with me. I explicitly remember telling you last week when you were busy talking with Sienna.”

Y/N smiled broadly, “don’t tell me you were jealous again. You know you never have anything to worry about, she just wanted to know if I would be applying to universities outside of Italy. I told her I’m going wherever you go,” she whispered.

Ducking her head down Lily tried to use her hair to hide her reddened cheeks. “You’re so annoying sometimes, come on!”

The two girls, one smirking and the other blushing made their way to the open flea market. It was packed with locals and foreigners alike. Y/N waved to any and everyone she knew running different stalls. When Lily stopped walking she bumped into the shorter girl’s back.

“What’s the hold-up, Donnina?” Y/N glanced up to notice a group of teenagers. All about the same age as the two of them. But what stuck out the most was a group of boys playing around near a booth. Their playful nature was animated and rather funny.

Grinning she wrapped an arm around Lily’s shoulder, “oh I see it’s those tourists. They’re rather cute I’ll admit,” she commented.

“What do you think about that one?” Lily asked pointing at a bespectacled boy with dark hair.

Squinting Y/N finds herself analyzing the boy from his charming behaviors to his handsome looks. “Attractive,” it was simple but for someone like Y/N, it meant a lot.

Lily and Y/N knew each other inside and out better than most people did. So a simple compliment from Y/N meant she wanted to get to know him too.

“Should we talk to him?”

“What about that thing we rushed here for?”

“Aldo will be here next Sunday with the book I want to look at, should we talk to him?”

The urgency in her voice was clear, it hinted at her fear of passing up on what could be a once-in-a-lifetime deal. Nodding her head Y/N nods her head in his direction, “Let’s go.”

Pulling Lily along she smiled softly when standing in front of the boy. Up close he was much more handsome than she gave him credit for.

James was listening to Remus explain the difference between the two books in his hands to Sirius. He knew Sirius only did this to rile him up. Looking away from his friends he noticed two girls walking towards him. One was short and flushed and the other tall and grinning.

He would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel something. They were opposites of each other yet they looked so good together. Like that of sunshine and rain where together they equal out to rainbows. A balance is what they represent one that he wanted to be a part of. It was a strange feeling but it felt meant to be.

“Ciao,” he said without thinking.

The tall girl smiled with a laugh, “Ciao.” While the shorter one looked away before looking back at him with a smile, “Ciao.”

“I, I didn’t really pass Italian just enough to end up on this trip,” he explained. He felt as if he had to as if he owned them something.

“No it’s fine, we know English. Your accent British?” The tall one asked with just as much interest as a puppy. Her accent is thick as she speaks fluently and confidently.

“Yes, I guess the accent was very obvious,” he joked.

“That among other things,” the words from the shorter girl made him grin. Her voice was lithe sneaking up on his ears with agility. While the taller girl’s voice felt like velvet wrapping around his eyes blinding him with mystery. Both were opposite but equal in the effects they were having on his senses.

“Oh, what are these other things?” He asked leaning forward enough to smell figs and jasmine on her. A floral and fruity scent that made him lean back some.

“If I told you so easily it wouldn’t be as fun,” she told him.

“She’s always like this if you’re wondering, you’ll have to pry her secrets from her cold little hands to know.” The glint of amusement in the taller girl’s eyes was evident. Just like the smell of mint and lemon when she stepped closer to whisper that to him. The crisp and citrus scent was exhilarating like a cool breeze sweeping over him.

“I’ll keep that in mind for the next time we meet,” he tells her.

The confidence in his tone was enough to cause Y/N to look away. Lily found herself squinting at him, “who said we would meet again?”

“I can’t say for sure but I hope so,” he says. “You’re both really interesting.”

“We’ve said less than five sentences each,” she tells him. All he did was shrug a look of certainty on his face. His expression revealed it all as if he knew they would.

“Then let’s trade IDs?” He asked them.

“How do you even know we have the app?”

“I don’t, but I’d like to hope you do, red.”

Laying in her bed whilst looking up at her ceiling Lily sighs. Sitting up she glanced over at whom she deemed her other half. The other girl was sculpting something with clay her headphones probably blaring some loud music.

Each time Lily tried to sleep her mind would wander to the bespectacled boy they met. His charisma was refreshing in a way she had not expected. Though she denied it on the trip back home she did enjoy his company.

His words so easily teased and left her cheeks red. She couldn’t understand how he so easily did so. Before she could think longer about the British boy she felt arms snake around her waist. A head resting on her chest, “What are you thinking so hard about, Donnina?”

Weaving her fingers through the taller girl’s hair the ginger sighs. A look of contemplation on her freckled face. “That guy…the British boy. He’s not easy to forget,” she uttered.

Mulling over Lily’s words she agreed, “I get that..he’s very charismatic in a way. But under all that, there is this heart tug where you can’t help but enjoy his company.”

“Exactly!” Lily exclaimed as she brushed hair out of the other girl’s face. Her finger trailed down her forehead and along the bridge of her nose. “I wonder if that’s normal…to feel that way about someone you just met.”

Humming softly Y/N’s fingers ghost over Lily’s sides before resting on her hips. “Maybe it’s a British thing? To be so charming and have people eager to see them again.”

“I thought that was the French?”

“It’s all relative, or how do people say Greek to me.”

Lily snorted shaking her head, “I think this is why you shouldn’t skip out on your literature classes.”

“Why would I stop when I have such a beautiful tutor to teach me when I don’t show up for classes?”

“You’re such a flirt.”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way, donnina.”

Verona was beautiful at night, James remembered Remus telling him it was the city of Romeo and Juliet. A lovely Italian city where lovers can go and enjoy the sights around them.

Lover or not he had to admit that the city was more than he expected. The town with its medieval architecture and the meandering Adige river. It was hard for him to stop looking out of his window as the moon reflected perfectly upon it.

He could hear Sirius and Remus’ hushed tones within the room. The two had spent the day with James although James made it clear he was okay alone. He didn’t want to ruin the time his friends could have in such a romantic place together.

But he was grateful, sighing he glanced down his eyes finally leaving the river. People were still walking about outside conversing. he expected the nightlife to not be as active. From the morning and afternoon being busy with bustling marketplaces, piazzas, shops, and gardens. But from the way people were chattering and laughing it seemed there was more to the city.

For some reason he found himself watching a duo of two women. One tall and the other short both of them laughing and clinging to each other in their drunken state. He wondered if they did similar activities, or rather he wondered what they were doing now.

A small ding left his phone, his hand dived into his trousers pocket to retrieve it. A message from Y/N appeared on his phone, eagerly he opened it.

Typos are on purpose because they are messaging in English. To better clarify when it’s just Lily and Y/N speaking together it will be in Italian. I’ll better indicate that in the next installment, but Y/N is terrible at English but she tries. I’m such a sucker for this trio already.

[starsopinions]

The Minecraft movie........

I've been playing Minecraft for as long as I can remember. My brother and I would spend hours on Hypixel, our survival world, and building escape rooms for each other (the exit would no doubt be behind a painting). As a movie fanatic, a film about Minecraft sounds like such a fun concept with great potential yet from the look from the teaser trailer it seems like all that potential will remain unused.

Link to the trailer if you haven't seen it yet!

Plenty of people have already commented on how it looks, which let’s be frank, is terrible. This post, however, is not about the look but the story so here is a summary: The set design is quite nice except it does not look like any Minecraft biome. The people look extremely out of place, especially Steve who is supposed to be part of this world. Last but not least, there are moving, working windmills. Anyone who has played Minecraft will probably feel the same way about this, which is not happy. This is the main problem, the makers have maybe watched 1 Let’s Play. They don’t know the Minecraft experience. They haven’t played hardcore survival and felt the pain when you die because your elytra breaks, they have never gone mining at 2 am on a rainy night or have built a beautiful base they a proud of.

Which brings us to the soulless plot. For anyone unfamiliar, this is what Warner Bros. describes it as: “Four misfits—Garrett “The Garbage Man” Garrison, Henry, Natalie and Dawn—find themselves struggling with ordinary problems when they are suddenly pulled through a mysterious portal into the Overworld: a bizarre, cubic wonderland that thrives on imagination. To get back home, they’ll have to master this world (and protect it from evil things like Piglins and Zombies, too) while embarking on a magical quest with an unexpected, expert crafter, Steve. Together, their adventure will challenge all five to be bold and to reconnect with the qualities that make each of them uniquely creative…the very skills they need to thrive back in the real world.”

That made me throw up in my mouth a little. Minecraft is such a fun and unique game and this is what they come up with? Minecraft is a game about being creative and there are literally endless possibilities. This plot has nothing to do with the actual game and could be applied to any video game. Speaking of other games, it hasn’t escaped anyone’s notice that this is the exact plot of the movie Jumanji.

I’m secretly hoping they pull a Sonic and fix the movie at the last minute but I don’t think that is realistic. I don’t think all is lost though, Emma Myers (who plays Natalie) is, in my opinion, a great addition to the cast and is funny and talented. The rest of the cast isn’t much to write home about, unfortunately. As stated before, I do think the set has a cool look to it, it is just a shame that it doesn’t look like Minecraft.

Here is what I would do if I were in charge:

Firstly the whole cast is going. I would make it an animated film, Minecraft isn’t a realistic game and it doesn’t come across well in live-action. Steve and Alex would be the main characters.

The movie would have an entirely different plot and would either focus on Steve and Alex trying to defeat the Enderdragon for the first time, etc. (I think this is a bit basic but sometimes less is more)

Or it could be about the lore of the Enderdragon, Endermen, Ghasts, etc. and what happened to them and how they ended up where they are. There are so many theories about this online and it’s a side of that Minecraft hasn't been explored yet.

Another option could be about the villagers and pillagers. It would be cool to see more of their history and maybe Steve meddling to make peace or something in that direction. Think about how cool raids could be in movie form.

(see how I just thought of 3 way more original and fun plots off the top of my head when the writers couldn’t think of a singular one in months)-

A MUST for me is the classic Minecraft music. It should be in the trailer, in the movie, it should be everywhere. It is so nostalgic and everyone who has ever played Minecraft knows how iconic it is. (not saying it is not in the movie right now, I obviously haven’t seen it yet but wanted to include this point)

I think it could be cool if, for example, Steve would find a new biome or a new item and then we would get it in the game in an update. It would show a real connection between the movie and the game which is missing right now. (again not saying they won’t do this but I’m not getting my hopes up)

Besides all this, it would be amazing to see jokes and references to the actual game. Think forgetting to set your spawnpoint, inventory being full, etc.

And lastly, I NEED to see Minecraft YouTuber's references. I think they might do this, I’ve seen multiple YouTubers talk about the movie and I know Mumbo visited the set, so there is a possibility. Minecraft has one of the biggest YouTube communities, not referencing it would be a missed opportunity for sure.

I don’t think this movie will be especially bad, from the looks of it, it’s going to be a whole lot of meh. I do want to say that I have not seen the movie yet as it isn’t out yet, this means that a lot could still change (please please please). I will be in the cinema on April 4th with low expectations but high hopes, I have never wanted to be wrong more. Let me know what you think and thank you for reading all the way to the end <3

As always, this is MY opinion. Feel free to disagree but remember: It is a game about blocks, it's not that important (she says after ranting about it for like 2 hours lmao).

[nightowlwriting]

summary: (he never kisses her left hand, always her right, because she once told him that she’s nothing more than the anchor on her hand and the history of the fight with the archdemon so many years earlier.)

word count: 2.2k

warnings: subdrop, mentions of past child abuse, torture, and allusions to past almost-sexual assault (no assault occurred or is described in the fic)

note: i haven't written in a long time, so this is me easing myself into ktober24. also this takes place in MY canon for the dragon age series which heavily diverges from bioware's canon. eventually i'll get around to novelizing the warriorverse (my warrior playthroughs of the game) but with veilguard coming out in less than thirty days that will have to wait.

title credit: sufjan stevens

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Cullen Rutherford is a strategist at heart and a man of his word. Born from a lineage of farmers, put through trials and tribulations that most men can only imagine - all to rise to the Commander of the Inquisition’s forces. Not without struggle, of course, especially as he falls deeper into his Lyrium withdrawal. But those struggles, the demons that come for him at night, and the gnarled roots of addiction inside of him don’t stop him from being the man that Amalia always knew he would grow into.

She remembers being a child in Honnleath, before the blight and before Ves and before shedding the heavy Sulzbacher name for the equally heavy Cousland name. She remembers being friends with Rosalie first, one year her senior, and then Branson next. Branson was a few years younger than Amalia, but she got along with him fine. Mia came next and then, finally, Cullen Rutherford.

She remembers that he was three years older than her and golden. Golden hair, skin touched by the long hours with his father and farm hands in the fields, and fundamentally benevolent. She first saw him through a curtain of her then-black hair after Branson had tripped her as she trotted alongside Rosalie, smiling down at her. She was only six at the time, to Cullen’s nine, but she knew. She knew that he’d go on to do great things, knew that he’d escape Honnleath like she wished that she could, that he would find a great love like in the stories her mother used to tell.

The world seems so simple when you’re less than a decade old.

Now, though, nothing has really changed. Amalia is still friends with Rosalie and Branson, though only by the letters she sends and receives from the South Reach. Cullen is still all of those things he was as a child, except now he’s been tested by the Maker in tragedy, war, and now one of the Magisters who first entered the Golden City. Selfishly, she’s glad that it’s Cullen. She’s almost thankful to the Maker and Andraste for all of the shit they’ve mucked Cullen through - and the shit that they’ve mucked her through - because it brings the two of them to now, this exact moment in time.

The truth of what nearly happened at Fort Drakon ten years ago had come out at the war table, but Cullen hadn’t looked at her any differently. They’d had the night together at the Winter Palace, after Amalia’s disastrous decision to dule that Duchess in front of the entire court, and Cullen remained stalwartly at her side. And then, when she’d gone up to his office to try and escape her meddling family he’d asked her to go back with him.

To Ferelden. To the Redcliffe arling.

To Honnleath.

She had been hesitant. Matthias surely wasn’t still there, but Amalia also didn’t want to risk seeing her father again, no matter the circumstances. She also didn’t want to see where so many of her happiest childhood memories took place - always at the Rutherford farm or sitting underneath the shade that Shale provided and never inside of her home - after the blight and after ten years of abandonment. But Cullen smiled so sweetly at her, took her right hand and pressed a kiss to her scarred knuckles, and said please.

(He never kisses her left hand, always her right, because she once told him that she’s nothing more than the Anchor on her hand and the history of the fight with the archdemon so many years earlier.)

Cullen had taken her to the lake, had given her his coin, and then taken her back to Honnleath where the bulk of the force they’d traveled with had finished the job they set out to do. Amalia doesn’t mind that they’ve gone through the small home, and dungeon beneath it, that had been her childhood abode. Doesn’t mind that they’ve taken her grandfather’s writings and research and loaded them in heavy boxes on the back of the bronto-drawn carts. She’s not a mage, just mage-blooded enough to pull off rituals as seen by the time she spent with Morrigan’s grimoire and the survival of her Grey Warden siblings. Amalia, at heart, is a warrior. If her grandfather’s works will help the Inquisition mages, then they shall be taken back to Skyhold.

It helps that Wilhelm Sulzbacher was a bastard of a man to everyone in his life, including his elven wife and golem. Amalia has nothing left for him, or her father, Matthias. It helps that he was also a bastard of a man to his elven wife, and elfblooded daughter. It’s almost cathartic to see the Inquisition soldiers - Amalia’s soldiers - carting everything up out of the dank basement she was so terrified of.

Cullen had let her watch for a few moments, standing in the spot that Shale used to stand in, before he took her back to the Rutherford house. It had been cleaned, probably at his request, and then…

Well, and then Cullen made good on his promise.

When she’d been nervous at the Winter Palace, he hadn’t pushed her into sex. They’d shared pleasure, yes, but not sex. Amalia hadn’t wanted their first time to be because of a duel and she agreed with Cullen’s sentiment: neither wanted their first time laying together to be in Orlais. They’re Ferelden at heart, and no amount of satin bedding or hearty foods could convince them otherwise. He’d promised her as he brought her off on his fingers that she’d know nothing but pleasure from him. He’d take her back across the border into Ferelden, he’d find a place comfortable for both of them, and if she wished it they would lay together.

Of course, being in the throes of an orgasm made Amalia agree to anything he was saying. Cullen Rutherford is a strategist at heart and a man of his word. As soon as the missive had crossed his desk about needing Wilhelm’s research, he knew that it was of the upmost importance that Wilhelm’s granddaughter, Amalia, be there when it was retrieved.

The fact that he had his childhood bedroom prepared, cleaned, and fitted with more expensive sheets before their arrival is none of anyone’s concern.

Except Amalia’s, but she’s not very concerned about that. She’s more focused on the way his skin feels against hers, hot and slick, and the way that pleasure still lays heavy in her limbs. Cullen has her pulled as closely as possible to him, legs tangled, as his hands roam up and down her bare back. He has been right when he’d told her that she needn’t worry with him. When Cullen had tried to press into her body for the first time and Amalia had flinched - barely noticeable but she knows that he notices everything about her - they’d prepared more.

(Prepared, of course, meaning that he’d put his mouth on her again until she peaked once more.)

There was never a moment in which Amalia Cousland felt like Cullen Rutherford was just fucking her to own her or taking what he wanted without considering what she wanted. His body over hers, so broad and muscular and golden, hadn’t felt like those moments before Alistair had kicked the door to the machine room down. Cullen’s hands handn’t felt like brands upon her skin - well, they had, but the good kind of brands. The kind of brands Amalia can see herself becoming addicted to. The way Cullen held her as he pressed into her hadn’t made her panic with claustrophobia or cry out in terror.

Amalia isn’t even sure she can call what they did fucking. That seems too… Primal of a word for what they shared. Love-making, maybe. It had felt like love, and she knows that she loves Cullen but can he love her? If he doesn’t, could he? Her past weighs heavy on her shoulders, and she can’t even escape it. Everyone knows the story of the girl who took the final strike on the archdemon at Denerim, of the Grey Warden who refused to let her die, of the Ashes that brought the girl back to life. The scar on the left side of her jaw, from just below her mouth to underneath her ear, is proof that she did die at the hands of the archdemon, that when Ves used the Ashes of Andraste leftover from healing the Arl of Redcliffe that they not only brought Amalia back to life but darned her face back together and left a mottled line of proof.

And now she’s the Inquisitor. The Herald of Andraste. She half believes it herself, because why else would the Ashes have worked? Why else would the Joining not have taken?

Why else would Ves and Alistair, both set on keeping her away from the Conclave and the fact that their Calling was shouting at them to be there, sent her with Bethany and Carver to see if they could find the other Wardens?

Why else would she have been the only survivor? Another moment of death and loss, and Amalia is still standing.

Before she knows it, she’s crying. She doesn’t want to worry Cullen, he already carries so much on his shoulders, but she can’t stop. Before long the heady, heavenly feeling of being in his arms, of knowing him and his body, twists and sours into panic and sorrow.

“Amalia?” Cullen asks, pulling only slightly away from her. Just enough to see her face, really, and she wonders what she looks like. Hair and eyes leeched of color because of her brush with death, scarred face, Anchor… She can’t possibly be the woman he thought he’d be in bed with. The woman that he thought he’d end up betrothed to. “Amalia, darling, what’s wrong?” His voice shakes and he cups her face with one hand, tilting her head up until she’s looking at him.

And, well, she can’t let him think he’s done something wrong.

“I am,” She finally warbles, shaking her head as best she can when she’s laying on her side tangled up in him, “I’m wrong. I should have died in Denerim, and I should have died during the Joining, and I should have died at the Conclave. How can you stand to look at me, Cullen?” Her voice breaks as she begins to cry in earnest, tears blurring his face as he looks at her.

“Oh, darling,” He whispers, bringing her close enough that his lips can press against her forehead, and then her nose, and finally on the jagged scar that reminds her of what she was willing to give up to protect Ves and Alistair. “I don’t care what should have happened,” Cullen finally says, pressing himself as close as possible, “I only care what has happened. Everything leading up to this moment, with you in my arms, is all that matters.”

“But we’ll never be free of it,” Amalia allows herself to sink into him, to press her nose against the side of his neck and drown in oakflower, eldermoss, and the faint scent of leather. “We’ll never be free from people knowing who I am, what I’ve done. I don’t care if it’s all good, if they think that I’m the Herald of Andraste. I just want a normal life. I want you to have a normal life, and I can’t give you that.”

Cullen shifts and for a brief second, Amalia is afraid that she’s chased him away. He only sets her down on the mattress and disentangles himself so that he can prop himself up over top of her. His hand cups her neck, large enough that his thumb can press and lightly rub back and forth over her scar. He smiles down at her, his own scar pulling slightly as he does so.

“You needn’t worry about me,” Cullen kisses her briefly, “Especially not about whether or not I want normal. I don’t care about normal, Amalia. Maker’s breath, the only thing I care about having is you. That’s all that matters to me.” She hiccups, tears still trailing over the sides of her face as she looks up at Cullen, and tries to believe him.

“But would you be happy with me?” Amalia asks, voice pitifully quiet. “If we were to stay together past the Inquisition, I mean.”

“If?” He asks instead of answering, “If? Amalia, I am in love with you. I would lay down my life for you. I don’t know what will happen past the Inquisition, I don’t know what will happen in ten years or twenty, but I know that I want you by my side.” He looks so serious, golden, that Amalia’s breath is taken away. “I want to be by your side.” He says, softer than he spoke before.

“You love me?” She asks, reaching for his face, “You love me?”

Cullen smiles crookedly, and it’s like the sun. It almost fully chases away the storm clouds that had settled in her chest. They’ll never truly be gone, not with what she’s seen and what she’s been through, but in Cullen’s arms and his bed, they don’t seem so scary. They don’t seem so all-consuming like they had been only moments before.

“Of course I love you,” Cullen says, “I can’t imagine a world in which I don’t love you.”

Amalia beams, then, even though her smile only reaches half of her mouth. It doesn’t bother her like it normally does because Cullen is kissing her, surging against her, pressing her into the soft cushion of the mattress underneath her. She lets him take her again, or maybe she shares herself with him again, and for a moment the world doesn’t seem so scary.

[daughterofthequeen]

Fear is Only a Obstacle

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Summary: Poe is finally able to see you and he’s not wasting anymore time

Warnings: Describing injuries, cliche cliche cliche, fluff a lot, and angst but this time the fluff out ways the angst, not proofread I’m sleepy you guys, let me know if I missed anything

A/n: Just a part 2 to my fic Till the End of Time

The sound of tie fighters are deafening

Along with the sound of exploding ships

Laser canons of different ships all around you

All of it replaying in your mind over and over until you finally wake up and the first thing you see are a pair of annoying bright lights. Groaning as your sitting up, it seems like you’ve been here for a few hours if you listen to what your body is telling you, but it only feels like a few minutes have passed. You remember trying to land as best you can with a blown engine then nothing. And now you’re even more confused because you’re not in any pain.

“Why happened?” You said getting ready to stand up and get out of the medibed you were in. “I hate med bays. Hello? Anyone here? You know im not claiming to be the smartest person in the galaxy but im pretty sure someone is supposed to at least be hovering over me.” You say in a semi loud sarcastic tone to make sure the person at the front desk could hear you.

And as you suspected your nurse came in. “You shouldn’t be sitting up just yet”, she said gently laying you back down on the bed. “It’s not like anyone was here to stop me. What happened anyway, I’m guessing the crash knocked me out but I’m not in the slightest of pain, you guys must’ve gave me some of the real good meds.”

Catching the nurse off guard she started laughing. “Yes, with all the injuries you have they were needed before you woke or you were going to be in a lot of pain. A migraine due to your concussion, fractured rib, a severely sprained ankle, and all of your cuts and bruises to top it off, you are very lucky those were the only extents of your wounds.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I’m not gonna be as lucky soon though because these pain meds are starting to wear off.” The groaning thats coming from you and the intense pain in your ankle is saying enough.

“Yeah, according to your chart it is time for another dosage. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh wow she wasn’t kidding.” You whispered feeling a major throbbing pain on the left side of your ribs.

Heading someone knock softly on the door you look up and see Leia standing in the door way smiling at you which causes you to smile back.

“Hey.”

“Hey, how are you feeling?” She asked sitting down next to you on your medibed.

“The pain is starting to kick in but my nurse is going to get me another dosage for the pain. What about you and everyone else?”

“ We took some heavy loses and a bunch more injured including yourself, I had to come down to check on your all.”

“ That’s going to take a while.”

“ I don’t mind it, you all risk your life to fight for a cause that could affect the whole galaxy willingly under my orders the least I can do is sit with you all and keep you company.”

“Your kindness never ceases to surprise me.”

“That’s something I use to tell your mother all the time.” That caught you off guard but it brought you joy, you knew your mom and Leia were friends before she passed. And it gave you some comfort to know you could got to Leia and ask questions about who she was and what she was like as a person anytime you wanted. It was one of the reasons you and Poe had bonded so well because you understood each others pain. Wait a minute, Poe.

“Oh Maker, I gotta find Poe, is he ok?!”

“Calm child. Poe is just find he’s out in the hallway now waiting to see you.”

“He’s not injured?”

“No. He’s perfectly fine, he seen you going down and was trying to get to you but you crashed. He’s actually the reason your alive he got you out the ship and here to the medbay in time enough for them to heal your wounds.

“He’s probably a mess right now.”

“Oh he is in complete distress but it’s not as bad as it was.” Looking up she says your nurse with the pain killers, getting ready to put them through your IV.

“Nurse Poy.”

“Yes general?”

“After you finish giving Y/n her medicine let Poe Dameron in. Seeing the nurse about to protest, she stops her in time. “I know visitors aren’t aloud right now but he needs this, they both do. Just let them have the room for a few minutes. Please?”

“Yes general, but make it quick.” The sides says looking down at your worried eyes. “If anyone see’s it’ll cause a ruckus and everyone would want to do it, then the whole medbay is full.”

“A few minutes is all we need.”

Leia stands and heads out the door into the hallway where Poe is waiting to hear anything about your condition. “I’ll get him.”

After a few minutes you see and hear Poe rush through the door. It actually startled you a little bit.

“Hi? You ok?”

“Am I ok? Are you ok? I’ve been worried for hours and all they kept telling me was that you still weren’t responding. They wouldn’t let me in no matter how many times I tried, they actually threatened to sedate me if I didn’t sit down. I was this close to punching a doctor Y/n I swear.”

All of his rambling was making you laugh until you seen the tears still coming out of his red and dry eyes. “Poe, you’re crying. Stop crying, I’m fine.”

“ I was worried about you. Seeing you just lying there in my arms not moving and barely breathing, that out a picture in my head that I never wanted to see. And now it’s something I can’t get out my head.” He says grabbing your hand that’s closest to him and squeezing it softly.

“Poe-“

“No, wait a minute, just listen for a second, okay? I prayed and promised to whoever was listening that if you made it out of this I would tell you the truth, and we only have a couple more minutes, so just let me say it, please?” He took your silence as a green light to tell you.

“Okay look Y/n, I don’t know how this is going to affect us but I can’t hold it in anymore. I’m in love with you.”

That made you stop breathing completely.

“And I know we always flirt and joke around but it’s real for me and I know it is for you too. Why do we keep torturing ourselves? Why don’t we just let go of the fear and see where it takes us?” Taking off his signature necklace, the one he holds close to his heart the one with his mothers band on it, and he holds it up for you to see it clearly. “You see this? When I met you I knew this ring was meant for you, I just didn’t know how to approach you with it. Now I am, and I know you’re afraid about what could happen to one of us in the future, but to be honest I don’t care about what could happen. Because I would rather us be together whole heartedly in love with each other for only one day, then to continue putting ourselves through this cycle of suffrage, and not having the chance to show it at all. I know you’re afraid but we can’t let fear dictate how we feel about each other anymore. So what do you say?”

“Poe”, you sigh. “Poe I have lost to many people to this war, if let you in now and something we’re to happen to you, the pain would be unbearable. And don’t say you promise you won’t leave because that’s not a promise you can keep, no matter how loyal you are. Trust me many have, and their deaths still way heavy in my mind.”

“I wasn’t going to make you that promise because that is not in our control, you’re right. But I can promise you that I will love you unconditionally till the day I die whether that be on the battlefield or after we grow old together, I’m going to love you. So what do you say?”

“…”

“It’s ok you don’t have to answer right away I know it’s a lot to think about and pro-”

“Yes.”

“What.”

“Yes. I love you, and you’re right, no more hiding behind fear, its just me and you from now on, the good and the bad.”

The joy that Poe felt go through his body was one he had never felt before. Fumbling a little to get the ring off of his chain and put it on your finger but you stop him, and the hurt and pain in his eyes caused you to elaborate more on what you meant.

“I mean not right now. I want to receive this ring at out ceremony, just hold on a little bit long because I will be expecting that ring to be on my finger very very soon.”

Pure joy goes through Poe’s body from head to toe and he was smiling so hard that his cheeks were hurting. And he did something that he has been wanting to do since he laid eyes on you. Faster than you can comprehend he stands up from his chair and smashes his lips onto yours. Catching you off guard but you quickly recover, melting into the most explosive and head spinning kiss you’ve ever had, no scratch that you’ve never had a kiss like this before. It’s a good thing you’re already laying down in the bed because if you weren’t you were sure your knees would have gave out on you. You both pulled away after a few more quick pecks, and just sat there holding hands, staring at each other. Talking wasn’t needed to know what the other was thinking. Both of you wondering how did you get so lucky.

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A/n: Running on a couple hours of sleep from last night. But I can’t believe I got this done in only a few hours. Would’ve been a lot sooner if tumblr didn’t erase the whole ending so I had to rewrite what I remembered. Which I am not completely satisfied with because I liked the original ending a lot better than this even though similar. Curse tumblr and my foggy brain I should sleep but that’s most likely not gonna happen anytime soon.

@theidiotsincontrol @book-place

[doctor-badadvice]

Let's talk about Fast Forward for a bit.

Specifically I want to talk about the main theme of that season: why? Why did the art style deteriorate so much? Why did the writing get so bad? Why did this come out before season 5 but also supposedly happens after season 5 and at the same time only occasionally acknowledges its events? Why is there a kid now? Why am I watching this when I only really care about maybe three episodes at best?

Because I was bored. But let's go with order.

I'm going to say it now, I'm still going to claim there is no season 6 in Ba Sing Se. But at the same time, it isn't all that bad actually?

Here's the thing. FF was inevitable for many reasons. TMNT, with its aliens and magic, has the potential to go on forever. However, at some point "turtle fatigue" will set in. In the 80s, this happened around season 7 which yeah, it's about 150 episodes in. For the 2003 show it happens around season 5 but this doesn't mean the higher-ups will try stupid changes to bring back the old glory.

Moreover, the show brought it upon itself. The main culprits, so to speak, are the writing's insistence on portraying consequences as much as possible (see: Leo's scarred shell for instance), as well as season 4 with its funny gory shift (see: that one episode where Baxter watches his own body fall apart which wow).

So it isn't unexpected that the higher-ups and especially the toy maker went "Kids, could you lighten up a little?" and messed up everything that was good about the show.

So this is basically why I don’t like FF. Five seasons are a long commitment. You have to sit through the ninja tribunal arc which is boring as hell, then have to be really patient and accept that there are just dragons now for some reason. Then FF comes up and it has nothing of what you previously enjoyed. The style is different, too flat and kinda clunky and ugly in some spots, nothing that happened before matters and now Cody is there.

Remember networks, kids don't want to watch other kids go on adventures in their place and it doesn't get better with age. But you do you.

So I despised FF but after rewatching the season on its own, I have to make amends in some spots.

The general impression when you watch FF on its own, without the better stuff still fresh in mind and with something to do during the dull parts, is that of good background noise.

It takes many steps backwards. The turtles are suddenly less competent at fighting where it's convenient, their personalities are more one dimensional depending on the plot and they're kinda shitty to each other for no reason. They really suffer from that serial effect where the reset button is hit as soon as the credits roll. They used to go out to murder the Shredder knowing they might die and now it's "Today Mikey really wants a new video game and next episode we're going to a fancy party with the kid dressed in the dumbest suits ever and a silly happens :)"

Splinter also gets sidetracked a lot and he's more there to occasionally call the turtles whippersnappers but again, there isn't much of a reason for him to step in anymore.

And this brings me to the villains. I feel like the turtles only work as well as their villains. They work when they're getting into a fight with a local street gang, or trying to kick an alien empire out of the planet before everyone dies. They work when the Shredder actually does something meaningful and generally speaking are going against someone actually dangerous.

The first five seasons had Shredder, the Foot, Hun, the Triceratons and Bishop. FF has an annoying wrestler whose main priority is property damage, a gang of netrunners who I wish got up to more interesting things than scalping and quoting the Matrix, literal evil twins from the tv trope literal evil twins, and the idiots in charge.

The idiots in charge are of course beloved uncle Darius and Sh'Okanabo.

These two really are something. Darius is essentially that guy from the first Iron Man movie. He's the acting CEO because the owner is a literal child. He smiles and preaches big keeping up the facade of benevolent company of the shiny Earth utopia but he has a dark secret which is that he's making guns and a mecha suit for himself and Cody takes several episodes to realize this for some reason.

You'd think Darius would stop being a threat the moment his dark deeds are uncovered since his whole thing is "evil capitalist guy is evil". But no, he's gonna go higher, he's going to ally with Shittibobo because he needs new genetically modified minions he can badmouth while fucking around all day in his sewers loft and we don't even get the payoff of Darius realizing that he's being fucked over by an alien during the Day of Awakening.

Plus because of how afraid FF is to explore anything heavier than Mikey insisting they go out to achieve explosive diarrhea from questionable junk food, even the fact that Darius is an abusive father figure for Cody has no real importance because Cody is only allowed to look sad on screen for five seconds. Remove Darius and the overall season arc remains the same.

What about the other guy? Well, Sushibooboo is the supposed big bad of the season. He's an alien who wants to kill life on Earth to steal resources. He's something beloved President Bishop goes out of his way to personally murder. But the only thing he achieves is to confirm that he's just offensively stupid.

Sh'Okanabo is supposedly an alien boogeyman who's so evil he just can't be real, right? Unfortunately, he's the literal cause of his own demise.

Since the turtles are more than content with babysitting Cody and going around complaining about historical accuracies like that one Futurama episode, they don't know who Sh'Okanabo is and after talking to Bishop they don't care to find out. Great. This means he can operate in the dark, grow his eggs and prepare to kill everyone, right? No way. In pure Sasalele style, he goes out of his way to attack the turtles, tell them what he’s up to and scare them enough to start to actively prepare to fight him.

And on top of that he wastes time to build a time machine because somehow Shredder had to return for one episode which in turn almost fucks up his plan entirely since his ship almost explodes.

So I still don't like FF because of the way the writing plummeted. A lot of stuff happens because it's convenient and often falls back into exquisitely 90s/2000s tropes (see: the obviously evil guy gets away with evil deeds because the parents/cops/people with power are blind and children are stupid, that one car race episode which is a repeat of the previous car race episode from earlier in the show, a female character who's only there to be a love interest and is allowed to be smart and cute because Cody likes them smart and cute, just to name a few). The turtles get dumber depending on the episode and there are some attempts at comedy like Starlee's shitty family that give out levels of second hand embarrassment not seen since Star Trek TNG.

But I don't hate this season entirely either. FF is just very mid and it makes me think that it could have worked as a standalone show for a while because you can watch it more or less. I'm just this isn't what we got in place of the actual show because it wouldn’t have lasted.

Still I did enjoy some things:

Torbin Zixx is fun. He has some interesting tricks, even though 60% of them only work because the turtles are written especially stupid in his episodes. Plus he steals Bishop's space shuttle which is glorious

I ended up liking Sterling a little towards the end. I still feel like his humor is a sanitized version of Baxter's but I like that he collects clips of the turtles getting hurt to watch to calm down and that he's actually always ready to throw hands

President Bishop is so stupid, yet brilliant (and I'm going to talk about him in a separate post because the worldbuilding is really something and I have OPINIONS)

Raph commenting that power armors are so last season while fighting Darius made me chuckle even though I won't tolerate this supersuit slander

This moment:

[techno-woman]

EMBRACING A NEW FUTURE (The Teal Mask)

(The following story is told from the perspective of Ogerpon.)

We left our home burning in the flames of war. We had lost nearly everything but we had each other: me and my friend. I don’t remember if there were others like me or where they were. It didn’t really matter though, I was happy to just have my friend with me as we searched for a new home.

We traveled far and found a place to call home. My friend was very happy to see how peaceful it was and I shared that happiness too while we made our way to the village. But to our surprise the villagers were scared of us. Why though? My friend is a human like them, so why should they be scared? They said that we weren’t allowed to live in the village with them. I didn’t understand it at all but my friend told me that it was fine and that we would look elsewhere to live. He told me that some humans are wary of those that come from a different region and to not let it bother me since we still have each other.

Thankfully we found a cave in the mountain and started to live there. It wasn’t long until one of the villages who was a mask maker came to us with four masks for me and my friend. He said that there will be a festival coming up soon which will be a good opportunity to wear these masks to hide our faces and visit the village secretly. My friend and I were grateful to the mask maker and visited the village on the day of the festival. I was nervous about going back to the village but after they saw our masks I was happy how they love our masks so much. We visited the village for each festival and we were truly happy to find Kitakami as our new home.

Little did I know that happiness would soon come crashing down when I came back home from foraging food. The mess was nothing compared to my friend who was lying on the floor bruised and beaten. I walked closer to him and was shocked to see most of his skin was unnaturally purple. I believe he was attacked by a poison Pokémon but from the footprints I saw there was about three of them. Looking around I saw that three of our masks were gone from their storage area and the only one we had left was held onto by my friend. I tried to get him to wake up and ask him but he couldn’t get up. He would never wake up again.

Feeling sad and angry I put on my friend’s mask and followed the footprints. The trail led me to a trio of Pokémon who were gloating over the masks they stole from us. They didn’t even feel remorseful about what they did to my friend. They said that the masks they took would make a lot of money if sold to the highest bidder. These Pokémon stole from us out of greed. So I made them pay dearly for their crimes. Once it was done I felt relieved but that feeling was short lived when the villagers saw what I had done to the three Pokémon. They saw me as an evil monster and treated me like one. But they treated those Pokémon like heroes. I wanted to tell them that they were wrong but I was too hurt to say it and returned home to put my friend to rest. Years had passed and I would visit the village occasionally during the festival but out of sight. My friend is gone now but I wanted to keep my memories of him alive by wearing his mask and going to the festival. The three masks that the Pokémon stole were kept in the Kitakami hall but I didn’t have the heart to bring them back.

I spent a long time alone in the mountain without anyone to call friend. Then……you came along. You saw me for who I was and what I had been through. You even helped me get my masks back. And I thank you for that, my friend. Now I can embrace a new future with you wherever it takes us.

End.

[kaminocasey]

Do You Hear the People Sing Part 6

Summary: You try to figure out an escape while Fox tries to find you. Pairing: Commander Fox x Reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Violence-ish. Force Choking. Kidnapping. WC: 2.3K A/N: I should have had this done and ready to go for Fox Friday but I didn't and I'm sorry!

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The morning sun shines slightly on your face as you sleep peacefully, breathing softly. Fox can’t help but be in awe of how beautiful you are. How did he get so lucky in this life?

As he traces lazy lines up and down your bare skin, you start to stir slightly, smiling. He keeps tracing until finally he pulls you to him, kissing you breathless.

“Mm. Good morning, love.” You smile against his lips.

“Good morning.” He rolls over so that he’s hovering above you.

“Do you want breakfast?” You ask him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He leans down and kisses along your collarbone all the way up to your jaw. “Sounds great. Except I had something tastier in mind.”

He travels down your body, peppering soft kisses along your bare skin until he gets to your lower half, smirking up at you.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

“Please.” You murmur, carding your fingers through his messy curls.

“So polite.” He praises you, kissing your hip before diving into your warmth.

He’d never get tired of this. Waking up to you every single morning. Eventually, this war would be over, and he’d be able to be public with you. He’d never have to bail you out of jail again. You’d be able to do everything normal couples do and more.

When Fox wakes up to find you missing, he nearly drops to the ground, his ears still ringing. The last thing he remembers is a red lightsaber and Ventress running into the apartment from the gaping hole in the living room, grabbing you, and jumping back into the speeder, only to fly off to Maker knows where. He had tried to get up, to stop her, but he’d been too weak with dizziness and passed out.

Now that he’s doing somewhat better, he finally gets up off the floor to go check on Stone and Thorn. They’re both finally coming to and they seem to be about in the same shape as Fox. Which is not great, but functioning. He just got you back… and now, you’d been ripped right from his arms again.

This time… if he had to, he’d tear apart the entire galaxy to find you. He knows he’ll do whatever it takes to get you back.

“Let’s go.” Fox tells them, helping them up.

“Where’s-” Thorn starts but Fox cuts him off.

“They took her.”

When you come to, you’re sore all over your body. You try to feel your surroundings before opening your eyes. Your wrists are bound together but you’re laying on some sort of cot. The air is cool and you hear people talking far away. Or at least you think they’re far away. Your ears are still ringing a bit.

“Ooh, she’s waking up.” You hear a sultry female voice.

You turn your head toward the voices, trying to open your eyes.

“You can do it. Open your eyes.” You hear Nell’s voice.

Immediately, your eyes open. Everything is still rather blurry, but by the time things start to become clear, you see Nell in front of you, holding out a cup of water.

“What have you done?” You ask her, angrily, and then look at the person behind her.

You try to get up to confront her but the woman behind her blazes her red lightsaber. So that’s who that was. Asajj Ventress. You immediately recognize her from when she would give the Corries and the Jedi a hard time. You realize right then that you’re actually in deep shit and you’re going to have to figure out how to get out of it.

“I’m making a difference for Clone Rights. Unlike you.” Nell spits, getting in your face. “I am the one who is willing to do whatever it takes. You aren’t.”

“So, what then? You wanna take over? Go for it.” You shrug. “But don’t act like what you’re doing is for clone rights. You’re doing it for power.”

“Oh sweetie… a thing can be two things.” Ventress purrs, turning off her lightsaber and clipping it to her side.

You give them both a disgusted look and then pull your knees up to your chest and lean against the wall. You’re not going to give them the satisfaction of showing your fear. If they wanted you dead, surely they would have just left you for dead in your apartment, right?

You just hope that Fox survived that blast too. If he’s not…

Nope. You can’t think about that right now. You have to figure out how to save yourself. There’s no use in waiting around for help that you aren’t even sure is coming. Although, knowing Fox, if he is alive, will stop at nothing to get you back safely.

“Do you want this water or not?” Nell asks.

You take the water from her and sip cautiously from it.

“It’s not poisoned.” Nell rolls her eyes and walks away.

“Can never be too sure… you know since you kidnapped me and all.” You shrug.

Nell chuckles as she leaves the room. You know that this time, it’d be harder to trick Nell so that you could get away. She’d be counting on you lying to her.

If you ever find yourself in trouble, don’t panic. Breathe and then find your exit, Fox’s voice fills your head.

Closing your eyes to breathe, you allow yourself a moment of peace. Only one, though. Then, you open your eyes. Looking around, you see a vent up at the top of the room. It’s about an eight or nine foot reach. There’s no way that you’d be able to get up there today since you’re still sore. You’re definitely going to need your energy to get out of wherever the hell you are.

“Respectfully, General... There’s no way she’s on Coruscant.” Fox tells General Skywalker. “I know the lower levels, I have all my informants on the lookout and yet I have heard nothing.”

The desperation was clear as day in his voice. You’d been gone a day and each passing hour had him feeling like he was going out of his mind.

Where are you? Are you okay? Have they hurt you? Why did they take you? Do you know he’s alive? Are you holding on for him to come and get you?

Each question keeps reeling through his mind, replaying and replaying and replaying again. He’s not slept in over 24 hours and he doesn’t think he can until you’re found and brought home.

“Respectfully, Commander… I need you to trust me.” Anakin tells him.

Fox didn’t have time to trust General Skywalker. He didn’t have time for anything except finding you.

“We need to expand our searches to known Separatist planets. Where was Ventress last seen?” Fox asks.

Someone had to know where she was.

“I don’t know, Fox. But we’re going to find out.” Anakin promises Fox.

Of all the times that you’d sat in a jail cell, you’d think you’d be better prepared for situations like this. Except you never feared for your life in a Coruscant jail cell. You knew the Corries would never let anything happen to you. You knew they’d at least treat you with dignity.

Here… is new territory. You don’t know what’s going to happen. You don’t know their plans. You don’t know if you’re safe.

On top of all of that, you can’t stop thinking about whether or not Fox, Thorn, and Stone are alright. Surely if you were, they would be too, right? Except Fox was a bit closer to the blast. Tears springing to your eyes, you try to push those thoughts to the back of your head so you can focus on getting out of here.

One thing at a time, you tell yourself, like figuring what time it was.

You have had to have been here for a day or two now, at least… You’ve lost the concept of time since you don’t know how long you were out. You’ve been given bread and water five times now since you woke up. Does that mean you’ve been here about a day and a half? Two days?

You stand up to finally measure your height compared to how far up the vent is. Now that you’ve slept and feel a bit better, it looks a little higher up than you’d expected. Looking around for ideas, your eyes settle on the cot. Checking the doorway and trying to glance down the hallway past the blazing red electron wall that guards your doorway, you don’t see anyone coming. Quickly lifting up the small thin mattress pad, you see that the cot has bars that line it, which will be perfect for climbing.

Trying to keep calm, you start to get to work.

“No sign of Ventress, I’m afraid.” Obi-Wan’s holoform stands in the pad of Anakin’s hand and Fox’s heart sinks. “Until she pops back up again, I’m afraid we don’t have any other leads.”

Fox excuses himself, walking out of the briefing room and down to an unused room that he knows goes empty most days. He just needs a moment to himself, he’s so tired. When the door slides shut behind him, he leans over the table, bracing himself on it. The urge to throw something is strong right now, so it’s important he keeps his calm.

“Fox.” Thorn enters the room.

Fox looks back at him. “What is it?”

“No offense, vod… but you look like shit. You need to go and sleep for a few hours.” Thorn places a hand on Fox’s shoulder.

Fox ignores him. “You know, I really thought I was good at my job… I thought I could find her. What if I’m not… and what if I can’t?”

Fox finally turns to Thorn, crossing his arms and leaning against the table.

“We will find her.” Thorn promises him. “I know we will.”

Fox nods, scolding himself mentally for starting to doubt himself. He is good at his job. He’s a great investigator. He’s solved lots of crimes. He can solve this one.

“Go get some sleep.” Thorn insists.

With a sigh, Fox leaves the room. If only to close his eyes for an hour. He needs to come up with a plan. Perhaps one that didn’t include his Jedi superiors…

Nope. There’s no way that you’re fitting in there, you realize as you stand on the last bar of the cot staring into the too small vent, not without getting stuck.

Angrily, you climb back down and pull the cot back into its spot against the wall, sitting down on it in momentary defeat. Resting your head against the wall, you hear voices nearing the room and you look up in time to see Ventress approach the electron wall with some tall, old man who eerily resembles a vampire.

“This is her, master.” Ventress smiles up at him before walking away.

The red blazing wall drops and you glance past him, thinking you could easily outrun an old man. He doesn’t really look quick.

“I wouldn’t try it if I were you.” He warns you in a monotonous tone, noticing your glance past him.

You let out a huff and stand up. “What do you want?”

“I want to extend a hand to your cause.” He tells you.

Wait, what?

“The Clone Rights movement?” You ask, confused.

Folding his hands behind his back, he nods as he starts to pace the room. “I can make a large donation, help you get rights for the clones, and put you in a position of power. Senator even.”

You cross your arms, confused. Why would the Sith want to help? What’s in it for them?

“What makes you think I would want anything from a Sith?” You glare up at him.

He lets out a small chuckle. “Did you not just hear my offer?”

“What’s in it for you?” You ask, still confused.

He stops to look down at you. “That’s not of importance right now. I’m offering you my help.”

“No.” You shake your head, not even considering it.

You know what the Sith are capable of. It’d be like making a deal with a demon. It would only come back to bite you in the ass later and you know it. After everything you’ve heard Fox say about the Sith, you know better.

“No?” He asks, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“No, thank you.” You glare.

“Foolish girl.” He shakes his head at you.

You shrug. “You can go now.”

“It must sting to know that you can’t fit through that vent.” Ventress’ voice is back in the doorway.

You look up at her, wide eyed and she chuckles.

“This would be your way to freedom.” The man tells you.

“Do you plan on killing me?” You ask him.

“There are worse things than death.” Ventress purrs.

Glaring at her, you’re tempted to ask what, except suddenly, you start to find it increasingly hard to breathe. Like all the air was sucked from your lungs and there’s an imaginary hand around your throat. Trying to scrape at the imaginary hand, you start to gasp for breath, feeling tears start to slip out of the corner of your eyes. You realize that it's Ventress doing it. It’s some sort of Sith trick. You’ve never encountered such a thing.

“That’s enough of that, Ventress.” The man murmurs, holding up a hand.

“Yes, Master Dooku.” She releases and you drop to the ground, sputtering and gasping for air.

Refusing to look at them, you listen to them leave, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of watching you cry. Now that you know what they’re capable of, you’re not sure how you’re going to get out of this.

Slowly, pulling yourself over to your cot, you lay down, still trying to get your breathing right. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you start to think of another way out, because no matter what, you refuse to just stay here and accept your fate.

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[wunderlustwriter]

Truest Form

Loki isn’t the only one with a few tricks up his sleeve, especially when his alleged soulmate has some pretty intricate powers.

cw: afab reader, they/them pronouns, promiscuous & flirty but SFW, normal MCU warnings, Loki being Loki and Y/N being Y/N

this takes place in an imaginary track of time where everyone is happy and healthy and alive and whatever i say goes bc this is my au and i’m a fragile human

You see, the funny thing about life is all of its little twists and turns. Your “what ifs” could’ve lead you down the exact same path you’re on right now, or it most definitely could not. You never know.

Except for Y/N.

They knew.

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“Hey Clint” You shout over the loud 70s music playing throughout the kitchen to the man who just walked in not even a second ago. “I’m making breakfast for the team. Tony wants everyone at the compound for some big meeting,,, which is probably why you’re here so never mind….. do you want waffles or pancakes?”

“How did you- oh wait, right, you have that whole sixth sense thing. So don’t you know the answer to that question?”

Sighing you nod “Waffles… I just hate freaking everyone out. I heard some of the SHIELD agents conspiring that I’m invading peoples minds and I don’t want them to get creeped out and-“

Cutting you off, Wanda and Vision walk into the room as Clint just shakes his head at you and walks towards the table to join the other members of the team.

“Ooooooh I almost forgot today was family brunch day!” Wanda says, unlatching her arm from Visions’s to give you a hug.

“Yes everything seems delightful Y/N. Did you need any help?” Vision asks, making his way over to the two of you.

“Oh just turn off the smoke alarm for me real quick.“

Not even two seconds later alarms start blaring throughout the great room and smoke makes its way out of the oven.

“Yeah, I knew I should’ve cleaned that last week and, wait, Wand, will you get that for me, I-“

Gasping, you jump around and look towards the elevator right as it softly chimes, letting its audience know that someone is making their way up the floors “THORS COMING TODAY!!! I DIDNT EVEN REGISTER THAT HE GOT BACK ONTO MIDGUARD. MUCH LESS IN THE BUILDING! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN- Wait.”

Turning again, you look at Wanda who is smirking and reloading the waffle maker.

“You bitch! Is that why you were so pushy about the spa day yesterday, especially the sensory deprivation tank!?!”

Laughing at you Wanda shrugs and goes back to finishing up your cooking while you wait by the elevator.

Almost a year ago, due to whatever sciencey stuff Banner tried explaining, you realized that you are able to communicate with different versions of yourself throughout the multiverse. Basically making you really sensitive to energy and vibrations, even allowing you to manipulate them with some training. That’s what made you and Wanda become so close. With similar abilities, the two of you just understood each other. So, when the Avengers found you as a prisoner in one of HYDRA's bases, the two of you became besties. Well, you and-

“Thor!!!!” You ran towards the tall Asgardian as soon as the elevator doors opened and launched yourself into his arms. Half expecting this, Thor lifts you up off the ground and spins the two of you around in a bear hug while his pot-bellied laugh fills the room.

“Ah! My little Forcefield! I have missed you too! But I can see that the surprise did not work. Who told?”

Wanda scoffs and hands a tray full of scrambled eggs to Vision who sets it down on the table “I did no such thing. They found out when you go up the elevator. I told you that when you have powers like ours, surprises do not come easy. I didn’t even believe that you’d make it this far.”

Laughing Thor sets you on the ground and calls mjolnir to his side before glancing back in the elevator and remembering his true purpose for being here. “Oh, uh. Hmm, right.”

“Oh goody Dear Brother, I was beginning to believe that you had forgotten about me.” the man says as he emerges from the elevator.

For the first time in who knows how long you are genuinely surprised to see another person stand behind you, causing you to actually jump back.

Confused and concerned, you push Thor out of the way and meet his brother right outside the elevator. Getting strangely close, you stick a hand out and reach towards him “Uh. Excuse me. Mortal. What are you doing? Br... Brother! Come get your pet!”

But before Thor can even listen you push your thumb against the strange man’s forehead and he starts to wince while his body flickers.

Shivering and breathing raggedly Loki blinks at you with his eye brows furrow and eyes wide while you bring your hand down. “Hey big guy, is your brother a hologram? Is that a thing on asguard?”

Thor let’s out an angry puff, steam practically pouring from his ears while he shouts at the top of his lungs. “LOKI!!”

The man in front of you vanishes into smoke and a loud pop sounds a couple of feet to your side.

“Right, well thanks for that snitch. I was almost free and that wasn’t a ho- Oh no. Hey come on. Do we really have to?” clink.

“You swore that you wouldn’t pull any tricks. Now you lied to me so yes. We really have to.” Both brothers look equally annoyed and right as Thor moves to turn on the power dampening collar you place a hand on top of his and shake your head.

“Something’s not right. Take it off. Now.” Looking really confused but doing as you say, Thor hands the collar to you.

Wanda makes her way over as you snap the collar together and press the button on the side and the entire thing bursts into flames. Before you cringe and toss it towards Wanda who guides the collar towards the sink and turns on the water with her powers

“Oooh. Yikes. Friday, remind Bruce to disassemble the collar and figure out what happened.” you say as Thor pats you on the shoulder “Okay then. Let’s eat!”

Everyone in the room just shrugs and nods, moving to the table to make their plate while Loki just stands still, mouth agape and in disbelief.

“So we’re just going to ignore the fact that the thing your leaders were going to force me to wear probably would’ve blown up in the my face and killed me?” Loki shouted at the room full of people who began to gather their plates.

“Yeah, pretty much” Clint says after reaching over the table and stealing a few more pieces of bacon.

“Awe, don’t worry, if someone really wanted to kill you they would be here to do the job and not leave it up to chance. Come on, let’s eat” You make eye contact with Loki as you pat him on the shoulder. When you do, a jolt of electricity runs through your veins and you instinctively flinch your arm back.

You’re about to make a joke saying that Thor is supposed to be the god of lightning when you look up and see scenes of your life literally flashing before your eyes.

There’s what almost feels like memories of you and, seemingly, Loki, Running through the forest, swimming in an enchanted lake, jumping from a cliff into the ocean, holding each other next to a fire. Then there are scenes that definitely did not come from this lifetime. Scenes of you and Loki running over hills as wolves, touring the galaxies as some alien race, colliding together as two planets. It’s almost as if the two of you were always meant to bump into each other.

Then, as if being yanked from a bungee cord, the memories play in reverse and you find yourself back in the present. The only person who seemed to notice being Wanda.

As if no time passed at all Loki says “Ouch! No need to shock me, I’m going.”

When Thor sits down, he beams and looks across the table. “Banner, good friend, could you make a new collar for my brother over there. He really shouldn’t be running away on this mission. Especially since father sent him down with me as punishment for his latest crime.”

As Bruce is about to speak, you interrupt “Oh don’t worry. Loki’s not going anywhere.”

“I’m not?” “He’s not?” the two brothers chime in.

“Of course not. How could he fall in love with me if his mind and spirit are elsewhere?” Some people look at you curiously after that statement, maybe even slightly amused, but others don’t bat an eye as prophetic talk like this isn’t out of the norm for you.

“Uh, Thor, your pet is being weird again.”

“Nonsense. It’s Y/N. That’s just how they are.”

“What’s nonsense? Because our case isn’t nonsense and that’s the reason I called you all together. So maybe we should be talking about that, yeah?” Tony says, strolling into the dining room with boxes of papers in his hands

“Come on Tony, can’t you let us eat before grueling us with work” Sam chimes in when he finally sits down after making his plate.

“Ah yes. The Avengers. So mighty and noble, but not without snack breaks of course. Whatever will- wait. Did Y/N cook today?”

“Yeah Tones, fresh off the stove, eat while it’s hot.” You reply with a smile.

“Okay. Meeting is paused while we take a quick recess and eat Y/N’s ‘big family brunch’. I almost forgot what day it is” Tony says, clapping his hands together and going to make a plate

Chuckling, you glance at the god next to you and nod your head towards the table. “Loki, right? Why don’t you go sit down next to Thor, I’ll make you a plate.” as he starts to bicker you hold a hand up and roll your eyes “I don’t care if you don’t trust midguardians OR their food OR if you say you aren’t hungry right now. Be a good boy and sit and eat with the rest of the team please.” you grin and walk towards the kitchen before he has the chance to speak.

As Loki reluctantly sits next to Thor, Wanda makes her way over to you. “Y/N, you blimped again. What was it about?” she asks you, placing a hand on your back for comfort

“Oh nothing bad this time. I can fill you in, just not right now.”

She nods at your words and stays behind to add toppings to her pancakes.

When you walk back to the table you drop Loki’s plate in front of him and sit right next to him. “Would ya scoot over a little bit for me love?” you softly ask and Loki finds himself following your words before he can even question it.

By the time his brain processes what just happens, you’re leaning over his lap to give thor an extra hair tie and asking Bucky to pass you the syrup and butter, throwing Loki a quick wink when your eyes meet again.

Uncharacteristically flustered, Loki just stares at you with bewilderment. Unable to find any words to create a snarky comment, he eventually gives up and starts to eat his food.

Although he would never say it in front of everyone, all of the food on his plate tastes practically as good as the ones back home. Sure, it wasn’t the elegant dishes served at his infamous parties, but it reminded him of Mother’s home cooked meals on warm summer evenings.

Out of habit, he begins to look around the table for something to put on the unfamiliar round, pastry-looking thing on his plate. Even though you’re in the middle of laughing while reliving a mission with Sam, you instinctively hold the container of butter right in front of Loki’s face, without even a glance in his direction.

“Oh my gods don’t remind me! I felt like Eleven from that one tv show with the way blood dripped down my nose.” you replied with a laugh as Loki hesitantly took the dish from your hands.

You laughed and talked with the team for nearly an hour more until Tony reeled everyone back in.

“Alright, alright. Thank you Y/N, your Sunday brunches are always appreciated. Now, time to address the god-sized elephant in the room. Our Asgardian… pals, have come down to monitor hotspots of some random god/mutant/power mumbo-jumbo. More details will come on a need to know basis, the basics are in these folders Peter is passing out, but right now it seems like we’re in the scouting phase, trying to take preemptive measures. Y/N, I do want you to continue your training with Wanda and Sam, energy and hotspots seem just up your alley and you still have a lot to work on before stepping back into the field. Bruce, I’ll meet you in your lab after this. Thor, Steve, and Nat, you will be our main recon team. Everyone else, continue with your normal training. Just make sure you read your folders and, remember, you are all on call for the next few weeks. Meeting adjourned, go do your shit, avenge some souls, I don’t care just get out of my face and- what Clint?”

“I’m sorry but I don’t get it. Didn’t mysteriouso over there try to take over New York? Why is he back here?”

“Yes, why am I back here dear brother?”

“Ah, of course. Well, when father sent me down to check on Midguard, he ordered Loki to come along as part of his sentence. If something with these hotspots goes wrong, he can help us and will then repay his debt to New York.” Thor says matter-of-factly before standing up and bringing his plates into the kitchen.

“Of course. Makes perfect sense” Clint says, rolling his eyes and starting to clean up too.

While everyone begins cleaning you start making your way out of the room with someone’s eyes following you. Briefly stopping, you turn your head slightly without looking over your shoulders and say “Aren’t you coming”

When you turn left down an empty corridor you hear Loki huff and finally catch up to you. “What games are you playing mortal? Do you know who you are toying with? I am a god. What makes you think you can read my mind and-“

You turn around and gently cup Loki’s cheeks with both of your hands. Completely thrown off by the gesture, he immediately goes silent. “Okay, I can tell you’re flustered.”

In protest, Loki raises his voice and begins “I’m not-“

Cutting him off again, you gently rub one of his cheeks with your thumb and look into his eyes “It’s okay. Why don’t you take a deep breath with me, yeah? In…. Hold… And out…. Thank you”

Loki looks at you with a bewildered rage as he finds himself complying to your words yet again.

Once he calms down you gently remove your hands and continue speaking “Okay, let’s walk and I’ll answer all of your questions, yeah?”

You begin to walk while Loki stays behind, still bewildered at everything that just played out, causing you to have to link arms with him so he’ll keep up. You continue to talk “Okay, come on. I’m not playing any games. I know you don’t trust people easily but I have no reason to lie to you about anything. And I don’t think I’m toying with you, but frankly I don’t know what you mean by that. I’m not trying to use you because you’re a powerful god, if that’s what you mean. I have all the power I need. I just know what I see and what I feel and what I perceive and-“ with a sigh you stop walking and look the god right in his eyes “Loki, sweetheart, would you please stop trying to read my mind? I never read yours and you’re starting to give me a headache.”

“Sorceress! You’re doing it again. Why do you keep touching me and calming me down? Is it some ploy to steal my powers? What’s your angle? Oh. I bet you’re being nice to me so we can be allys, so you can have protection in case the big bad Loki ever tries to rule Earth again. Or maybe you’re being coy, trying to seduce me so you can get close and attack me when you think I’m weakest.”

Throughout his entire rant (?) Loki kept moving towards you, trying to intimidate you into cowering backwards. You don’t budge or react to any of his outbursts until the very end when you let out a slight giggle.

Noticing this, Loki moves even closer to you, bending his head down slightly so he’s at your level with a shit eating grin plastered across his face. “Ah, so I see I’m coming close. What, were you hoping your little stolen glances and flirty behavior would have me fawning over you, allowing you to manipulate and gain control over me? Oh, I bet you think you’re so smart. And- dear Odin! Why do you keep laughing?”

Covering your face, you take a deep breath and try to stifle your laughs. Once you regain your composure you move even closer to the god in front of you and place your hands on your hips.

“Loki, my love” Glancing down to his lips then back up to his eyes, you continue, “while I’m loving all this ‘will they / when will they’ tension between us right now, if I wanted to seduce someone into a quick fuck I would just go see your brother again. And as for my behavior, I was just being kind. Sure, maybe a little flirty, I didn’t realize you were such a prude. But don’t get mad at me because you blush like a schoolgirl every time I look at you. Or because there are butterflies flying in your stomach whenever I brush against you. And please, don’t try to read my mind again, I’m getting all of this from your aura, for lack of a better term.”

Loki just blinks at you for a few seconds before standing up straight and looking out the window behind your head, mumbling “I cant believe you fucked my brother.”

“Jealous much? And please, I find it hard to believe that you’ve never fucked your best friend before. Now come on, I have something I want to show you. Like I already said, I promise I’ll answer all of your questions if you just stick it out a little bit longer.”

Not even waiting for a response, you grab Loki’s hand and continue walking down the corridor, past different halls and doorways until you reach an old fashioned, forest-green, wooden door with special knots on the outside.

With your free hand you open the door and drag Loki inside with you until it shuts behind. Once the two of you step inside, torches along the side walls light up to revel a two story library. There are shelves upon shelves filled with books, each one telling a different story with dates ranging back to pre-colonialism. On the right side of the room, there is an enchanted fireplace paired with emerald green chaise lounges right in front of it.

Against the back wall is an oval shaped cascading pool that leads to a large bay window. The view overlooks an endlessly starry night that definitely resembles no place on earth.

Littered between aisles and bookshelves are dozens of arm chairs and sofas for leisure reading. In the middle of the room is a large, dark oak table, fit for writing, working, or dining.

Finally, against the right wall is a wet bar fully equipped with drinks and snacks that never replenish.

Once he has the chance to take everything in, Loki’s energy changes to that of a kid on Christmas morning. Cautiously, he proceeds to the bookshelf on the right of the fireplace, touching each different spine while he unconsciously pulls you with him, not letting go of your hand. It isn’t until he stumbles upon an old Asgardian novel that Loki speaks.

“What is this place? Where did you get this?” Looking down at The Book of Yggdrasill in his hands you smile and shrug “It was gifted to me from… an old friend. Well, maybe closer to an heirloom? The room, that is. Whoever posses the key is able to draw the door to this room wherever they want and an enchanted library is said to pop up. As it’s been past down throughout the generations people have added new features and new collections. I haven’t seen many Asgardian books, but my guess is that was put here by one of the previous owners. Please, look around. I’ll make us a drink.”

Absentmindedly, Loki just nods along while skimming over book titles and touching the spines of nearly half the books. “Uh, Loki, God of Mischief and everything, I can’t go until you let go of my hand sweetheart.”

“Oh- oh. Right.” he says while shaking himself out of the trance and letting go of your hand.

You make your way over to the bar while Loki continues to just ogle at the place you’ve brought him to. It isn’t until you’ve just finished making drinks that Loki saunters his way back over to you.

“Here, try this” you say while sliding the glass across the bar. Loki gives you a look and you roll your eyes. “It’s not bad and it’s not poisoned. Even if it was, what earth poisons would even affect an Asgardian? Would you like me to take the first sip?”

“Oh I’m sure someone will figure out one soon enough, so just in case.” Nudging the glass back to you you roll your eyes again and swipe your tongue across the flavored rim before taking a swig and swallowing, opening your mouth to show proof.

Hesitantly, Loki takes the drink from the bar and tries a sip while you explain the contents. “A shot of bourbon and chartreuse watered down over ice with roasted peppercorn and rosemary garnish topped with a rim of rosemary infused honey. I highly doubt it’ll even get you even buzzed but the flavor seems like you.”

Loki cocks his head to the side before taking another sip and saying “Not bad.”

“Awe, you love it, how cute. Now bring that with you while we sit on one of the couches. I said I’d answer your questions and I don’t back out on my word.”

When the two of you sit down, facing eachother on different arm chairs, he’s the first one to say anything. “Why bring me here when we just met?”

“Do you want the vague & mysterious answer or the transparent one that might drive you away?”

“Dealer’s choice.”

“Okay, in part i brought you here because I knew, or at least I had a feeling, that you would need a quiet and isolated space away from the team to chill out. Also in part because I love this place and we are going to fall in love so it only seems fitting.”

“Are you being facetious? Why do you keep saying that?”

“No, I’m being genuine. We are, or at least we have the potential to be, soulmates. Mmm, wait, that sounds cringey. Twin flames? True loves? Starseeds? Different cultures have different names for it, so I suppose that doesn’t matter, but you get the picture?”

“What makes you say these things, how do you know?”

“Mmmmmm basically I get visions sometimes, and while they don’t always make sense and they aren’t always from this life, they almost always provide useful.”

“So you’re a prophet?”

“Ha! No, most definitely not. Basically I’m really sensitive to energy so sometimes I get messages from other versions of myself, and other times I know when the smoke alarm is about to go off. That’s how I knew you were trying to read my mind earlier, and how I knew you weren’t really there when you first walked in with Thor.”

“Okay so mind powers?”

“Sure, mind powers”

“Then why me? If you really believe in soulmates or whatever you said, then why don’t you have someone with similar lineage? Someone who is at least from the same planet.”

“Because it’s always been you. Loki, you’re not destined to be alone. You deserve to be loved as much as anyone else... I can show you what I saw if you’d like.”

He has no visible reaction at your words however it almost seems like his eyes glossed over for just a second before he speaks again “How do you mean?”

Standing up you walk over to Loki and kneel on the floor right in between the gods legs. “Don’t get any ideas, I can literally feel the promiscuity oozing off of you.”

“I have yet to say anything darling.”

Rolling your eyes you take Loki’s hands and place them on either side of your head with his thumbs sitting on your forehead. “Read my mind and you’ll see.”

Glancing down at you suspiciously, Loki stares into your eyes while he slowly drifts off into your subconsciousness. Meanwhile, you focus and hone in on the vision you saw earlier when the two of you first met. Eventually, one by one, the scenes begin to fly by.

No matter what time, what world, what universe the visions were in, it was always you and Loki in your truest form.

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A/N: okay so this is quite possibly my favorite series I've ever started, I was thinking about making it a slow burn but I'm too impatient for that, and I'm already halfway through part 2, but I'm also mentally ill so I have no idea when it'll actually get published. lmk if you want me to create a taglist & add you!

[samwisethewitch]

Norse Pagan “Holy Water”

Note: This is something I’ve come up with by combining my American folk magic practice with Heathen cosmology and prayer. While some modern Heathen magic is based on spells found in historic sources, that’s not what this is. This is 100% modern and 100% of my own creation.

As someone who practices Southern/Appalachian folk magic but is not Christian, I sometimes have to get creative when replacing the Christian elements in my rituals and spells. Holy water is one of the elements that has had me stumped for a while.

In a Christian context, holy water is water that has been blessed by a priest or other member of the clergy. Holy water is a mainstay in Catholic churches, but it’s made its way into several American magical traditions, even those that are more Protestant-leaning. Holy water has a wide variety of magical uses, from purification to healing to protection from enemies.

This presents a problem for pagan witches, because many of us don’t feel comfortable using Christian elements in our practices. Personally, I feel that using water blessed by someone else is less personal and thus less powerful than using water that I have blessed for myself.

I’ve seen other witches substitute moon water, sun water, crystal water, or just water that has been charged with their positive intentions. I think all of these are great ideas, but I like the idea of using water that has an explicit connection to my religious beliefs and the gods I worship.

I got this idea after we had a thunderstorm followed by a freeze. An empty flower pot had filled with water from the storm, then frozen over. I realized that this water was now connected to some seriously powerful Heathen forces — thunderstorms, which are associated not only with Thor but with Odin and, to a lesser extent, Freyr, and ice, which is one of the two primordial forces in Heathen cosmology. I decided to save some of the water in a jar and add the other Heathen primordial force, fire.

My method for infusing the water with fire energy is based on the process my partner uses to make khernips (Hellenic holy water) in his Religio Romana practice.

This stuff has some powerful vibes, so I thought I’d share for any other Heathens who might want to try!

You will need:

Water collected during a thunderstorm

A way to freeze your water

Matches or a lighter

*optional* Sacred wood of your choice (I used redcedar, which is native to my area and which I find to be strongly cleansing and protective.)

*optional* a very small amount of bleach — 1/4 tsp for every gallon of water, or 4 drops per quart.

Collect rainwater during a thunderstorm. If you want, add a tiny bit of bleach to the water to keep it from growing bacteria or algae. (Note: Even if you add bleach, I still don’t recommend ingesting this water.)

Freyr is associated with rain, as well as with sunshine. Thor is, of course, the god of thunder and lightning, but Odin also has associations with thunderstorms through some his kennings: Þundr (“Thunderer,” from Gylfaginning, Hávamál, and others), Viðrir (“Stormer,” from Gylfaginning, Lokasenna, and others), and Hveðrungr (possibly “Weather-maker,” from Óðins nǫfn). You may choose to invoke any or all of these gods in your blessing of the water.

Speaking of blessing, the one I would use is: “I honor the spirits of this water. I honor and thank the spirits of rain and the spirits of thunder who have blessed this water. I honor and praise Thor, Odin, and Freyr, who have touched this water with their power.”

If this blessing doesn’t quite work for you, feel free to use a different one!

Now, you need to freeze your water. Ideally, you could simply leave it outside overnight and let it freeze naturally. If it is too warm to do this, place it in a freezer indoors. Just be careful — remember that water expands when it freezes, and you don’t want to shatter your container!

Once your water has frozen, speak this blessing or a similar one over it: “I honor and thank the spirits of ice who have blessed this water. Ice of Niflheim, primordial power, bless this water.”

Now, thaw out your water. Once the water is room-temperature, it’s time to add the energy of fire. If you are using sacred wood, set the tip of the wood on fire, then quickly douse the flame by dipping it in the water. If not using sacred wood, simply light a match and then douse it in the water.

Follow this up with this blessing or a similar one: “I honor and thank the spirits of fire who have blessed this water. Fire of Múspellheim, primordial power, bless this water.”

You now have water that has been blessed by the storm gods and by the two primordial elements. You can use this water in the same ways Christian witches use Christian holy water. I find it especially useful for purifying a person, object, or space.

[ahdraftingco]

Chapter Two: Fast Asleep | Series: What Color Am I?

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

Series Masterlist: Click Here!

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39771066

Rating: Explicit, readers are advised to read the warnings below before proceeding.

Series Warnings (in no particular order): Porn With Plot, Lust at First Sight, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Loss of Virginity, Rough Sex, BDSM, Daddy/Caretaker Kink, LOTS of Oral, Fingerfucking, Play Fighting, Age Gap, Praise Kink, Biting, Body Worship, Mentions of Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Voice Kink, Size Difference, References to Depression, Loneliness, Homesickness

Word Count: 9.9k+

You have no idea what the Mandalorian is thinking when he decides to leave you at an inn on another planet you've never been on before with the Crest parked off in the distance. He has decided to take the kid with him on this hunt since it's apparently a pacifist quarry. He claims it's because he wants to give you a break to sleep. Does he really care that much about you getting rest?

"I'll sleep when you're back." You assert.

"Sleep now." The modulator makes him sound even more strict. "I'll comm in the morning to wake you up so you can meet us at the Crest."

"I could've just slept in the co-pilot seat." You should've never let him walk you to this inn.

You thought his quarry had stayed here and he wanted to book the room to check for clues but he actually just wanted you to sleep. You…can't wrap your head around why. He knew you barely slept. He didn't need to do this. It's a bit unnecessary.

"You'll sleep here." He keeps his stern tone, not letting you convince him otherwise.

"I won't sleep unless you do." You aren't the only one who needs rest and you have the room until noon tomorrow. There's plenty of time for you both to sleep. "Just find the quarry, lock them up in carbonite and then come back here to sleep. We'll trade shifts then, watching the kid."

"No." The Mandalorian is as stubborn as ever, which is why you have to be just as stubborn.

"Then I'm not sleeping." You stand your ground. "They've got a caf maker here. I'll just stay up listening to the television until you comm."

"Why won't you just listen to me?" He lets out in a frustrated huff. You'll have to remember that sound. "Annoying."

"Because it's not fair if we're making this stop just for me." As much as the thought is sweet, you don't like the idea that you're the only one benefitting from a nice rest on an actual bed. "I want you to sleep too, so I won't until you agree to."

You hear the beskar shift slightly as the Mandalorian paces towards you. When he's right in front of you, he says the strangest thing, "it's not safe for me to sleep."

"That's not true." You tell him outright.

Is he worried you'll rob him in his sleep? Take the kid and run? Or is he worried about someone else coming in while he's asleep and not being able to protect the two of you? Why is he carrying that much weight on his shoulders?

You reach out, touching him for the first time. You rest your hand on his forearm, feeling the smooth armor beneath your fingertips. Then, you look up at him, at least where you think his face is, and say, "you deserve rest too. I trust you to keep watch over me. Won't you let me do the same for you? I will wake you up the moment I think there's any commotion so will you please just agree to sleep too?"

You give him a light reassuring squeeze, though you don't think he could feel it at all. Not the smartest idea to grip beskar in hopes of showing a kind gesture but you got to work with what you got in front of you.

After an excruciatingly long silence, the Mandalorian finally breathes out, "fine, but only if you sleep now. I'll wake you up when the kid and I are back, but I won't sleep for more than an hour."

If you could roll your eyes, you would, but you can't so you just accept, "sounds good to me. I'll try to sleep but don't hassle me if I also only get an hour too."

You give him a small smile then and he says nothing in reaction to it. Instead, he just leaves with the kid, shutting the door to the room as he exits. You wonder how many of these conversations you're going to have with him over the course of time you both will be spending together.

It would be dishonest to say you weren't a little taken back by how discreet he's trying to be about caring for your well-being. He knows that it's okay to care about people, right? You obviously are looking out for him too. That's just what people should do for each other. It's not a weakness to be kind but maybe since he's a bounty hunter constantly faced with the worst of the worst, it's hard to find the goodness in people.

You hope that mentality of his changes as the days press on but you're a bit too tired to dwell on it right now. You decide to freshen up a bit in the room's refresher and you put on the complimentary nightgown that the innkeeper gave you. It's nice to touch, very silky, and you're sure it looks pretty but you opt to throw one of your long sleeves over it, for modesty's sake. The nightgown is pretty heavy on the cleavage. You can't see it but you can definitely feel the way it hugs every curve on your body. You're thankful it's a long nightgown that goes past your knees so you don't have to worry about your ass hanging out.

You listen to whatever is playing on the television, trying to imagine the scenes taking place on the screen, until your eyes begin to droop. Wow, it's been a long time since you've felt this sleepy. You think it's a product of constantly being on adrenaline and drinking way too much caf.

For some reason, it doesn’t occur to you how much being hunted by the Mandalorian the past few weeks completely wore you out. You were pushing through it but now that you're in a pillowy, soft bed, your body can no longer resist.

Normally, sleep doesn't come easily for you but…there's a comfort that washes over you, knowing that you're safe and under the protection of the Mandalorian. You're finally feeling secure enough to drift off into sleep. You had your earpiece in and your tracking bracelet on. Even if someone took you and broke off the bracelet, the earpiece transmits your coordinates as well so he would find you, wouldn't he? You believe so.

You think he likes chasing after you.

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The Mandalorian finds the quarry almost too quickly, which makes him curse. Of course it's good that he didn't have to waste any more hours on the hunt, but it also means that when he returns to the inn, he'll inevitably wake you up from your slumber. Then, you'll realize it's only been a few hours since he left you there at noon. The stars are barely starting to decorate the sky. That means you'll make him sleep and you won't let him sleep for just an hour. He knew that for a fact.

He's angry at how stubborn you are. He's angry at how much you remind him of himself. He's angry at how fucking pretty you looked, staring up at him with that soft smile of yours, lightly grazing his arm with your hand. You've never touched him before today. It wasn't even a direct touch. Your hand was just on his armor but you wanted to touch him. You even gave him a little squeeze.

It makes him angry how much he wants to touch you. It's ridiculous. He doesn't understand why he's…lusting over you this much. It's pure lust and he may be containing it well but it wants to burst out. He wants to run his gloved hands all over your body. He wants to run his bare hands all over your body. He wants to see how your body will react from his touches, knowing that you have no idea what you look like when you're being touched.

Then, a thought crosses his mind and he nearly punches the wall of the Crest, having just put the quarry in carbonite. Has anyone ever touched you? Why does that matter to him? You're an adult. Sure, you're much younger than him but you aren't some kid. You're a woman and you have your own needs and desires. He can't imagine that you haven't caught the eye of some safe-colored person that also interested you. How many of those altruistic people who wrote in your journals got the chance to fuck you too? Why does that thought make his blood boil so much, that you've been held by someone else, that you've possibly been held by plenty of people? None of which are him.

Fuck, he's annoyed. You're annoying. It's like you're some kind of lesion on his body that refuses to heal up, constantly nicking at him until he's going to break. What is he supposed to do about this situation?

He could just lie. He could just stay in the Crest until the morning and then show up an hour before you have to check out of the room and take a power nap. Not like he will be able to sleep all that well, knowing you're there watching him. He doesn't want to sleep. He wants to fuck.

It's an unhinged primal desire. You're, hopefully, fast asleep, a pretty little mouse all vulnerable in the comfort of freshly washed sheets. You must smell fucking good right now. There's no way you would’ve skipped out on using the refresher in the room. He bets your skin is soft and he just wants to sink his teeth into it, marking it up.

Would you let him? There's no way you'd willingly let yourself fall victim to his desire. You'd run. Fuck, you'd run and he'd want to chase you down. He'd want to wear you down until you're begging to be fucked by him. That's the hunt he's craving.

That's why he picks up the kid who has fallen asleep in his arms and puts him back in the crib, before making his way back to the inn. To see you and figure out how to make you want him as much as he wants you.

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You wake up to the sound of the Mandalorian in your earpiece. "Are you still asleep?"

"Not anymore." You answer with a yawn, rubbing your eyes. You take the moment to glance towards where you think the window is and there's a sea of color still walking the street. It must be early in the night if this many people are still out, which is surprising. "Did you find the quarry already?"

"Yeah." He must be on his way here then.

"I'll make myself some caf then. The bed's all yours when you're here." You do a few light stretches before getting up, feeling very refreshed. "Is the kid asleep?"

"Yeah." He is not much of a talker tonight.

You kind of wish he was, since you liked hearing his real voice in the earpiece versus through the modulator.

Then, he goes, "hungry?"

You feel the slight gurgle in your stomach. "How did you know?"

"Always hungry after sleeping too much." His comment makes you chuckle.

"Is that why you don't like sleeping a lot?" You tease him and he groans into the mic.

"Annoying girl." He makes you laugh even more with that.

"Says the one offering to buy the annoying girl food." You like jabbing him a bit with your words. He must rarely banter because his reactions are really adorable.

"Not anymore." He says with irritation.

"Maybe it's better that way since I know you wouldn't get anything for yourself." You can read him like a book in that regard.

"Why do you want me to eat too?" He asks like it's weird to want to share a meal with someone.

"It's nicer when I'm not eating by myself." You admit.

You always found yourself gravitating towards eating in packed cafeterias and beside popular food stalls. It made the food taste better knowing others were enjoying it too.

"I have plenty of snacks in my bag so I'll just wait until we all want to have a meal to eat something heavier." You don't want him to think too much into it. "Just get here and sleep, don't worry about me."

The comm ends there because he doesn't utter another word. You attempt, poorly, to make a cup of caf with the machine but you have no idea what any of the buttons do and you can't read the manual so you just sort of pushed a bunch of them and hoped it would produce a cup. It amounts to nothing in the end so you turn back on the television and lay down on the couch, closing your eyes a bit as you wait for the Mandalorian to come back.

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Annoying. So annoying. Fucking annoying girl. The Mandalorian scours the many food stalls in the night market outside of the inn, looking for foods that he can eat rather quickly since you refuse to have a meal unless he eats with you.

Why do you want to share a meal with him? It's unnecessary. Food is just fuel. You need it to survive, not to…share with someone. But, to you, those snacks you carry in your bag are fuel, things you eat when you need a boost of energy. A meal, however, is something entirely different for you.

You are like these people who are leisurely picking whatever looks good to them and enjoying their picks, chatting amongst themselves. That's what a meal is to you. It's about the shared experience of eating the same thing as someone else and seeing if they like it too.

You'll like it, enjoy! Your voice rings in his ear. You were right. He did like that space waffle. He did enjoy it. Not just because it tasted good, but because he knew you had experienced the exact same taste and liked it enough to want him to try it too.

The Mandalorian stops in his tracks, watching as the civilians pay no attention to him when he does, simply walking by him to get to where they want to be. They walk with purpose, just like you would, only their purpose is leisure and not work. You work diligently when you take odd jobs but you don't ever sacrifice these kinds of leisurely activities.

How? How have you found such a balance in life while on the run when the Mandalorian can barely find time to have a sip of water between hunts? Is he just not prioritizing these things as much as you are? That makes the most sense.

He lives for the hunt, but he doesn’t live…to live. That's the difference between the two of you. While you may be primarily on the run, constantly needing to move from place to place, you always take the time to explore and make memories. Your fear of getting caught is nothing compared to your desire to enjoy the little things in life while you can.

Annoying. The Mandalorian envies you and it's annoying. Almost as annoying as having to wait in these ridiculous queues to get a few skewers of meat drenched in some kind of strange marinade. Literally every single person in this market has at least one of these skewers in their hands, so he assumes it must be worth trying. Why did he buy it though? Why did he want to try it?

In reality, he couldn't care less but…he wanted you to try it. Because he knew you would if you were out here, talking to whatever safe-colored local you stumbled upon. Making those terrible jokes of yours, laughing that delicate chuckle, smiling all giddy from being surrounded by life.

Somehow, he convinces himself to buy a bunch of random food items until he has a decent sized meal for the two of you, plus a little extra for when the kid wakes up. He doesn't realize how long gathering such a meal takes. No wonder people are eating as they explore the stalls, finishing one delicacy before tasting another.

When he gets back to the inn, the Mandalorian opens the door as quietly as he can, in case you have fallen back asleep. He figured you probably couldn't get the caf maker to work and he wasn't going to show you how to use it since he wanted you to sleep.

And, you are asleep.

He only notices after he sets the food down on the small dining table. It looked like you were laying on the couch, watching the television, but then he realized you can't technically watch it so your head must be turned that way because you're fast asleep.

The sight is a bit too much for him. You're not wearing pants like you normally do. You're wearing the nightgown that the innkeeper gave to you. That was obviously because she thought you and him were some kind of pair. You couldn't see the suggestive expression she had on her face when she handed it to you.

If only you realized that the sweater you're wearing over it hiked up over your chest the moment you stretched your arms over your head, sleeping with them up like that. The silky white fabric of your nightgown drapes over your body, framing everything from your breasts to your hips. You look so innocent and helpless. Your legs aren't even pressed together, despite having them bent towards your torso, making the nightgown curve around the shape of your ass a bit too nicely.

If he kneeled down, the Mandalorian could see up your nightgown. He won't, but he could. He really fucking could. If he was actually an apex predator hunting its prey, then you would've been completely devoured by now. He wouldn’t leave an inch of your soft, supple skin untouched.

He needs to get into the fucking refresher and deal with the problem that's growing below his waist the longer he stays standing, looking over you, wanting nothing more than to tear your clothes off and fuck you until your bodies have left an indent in this couch.

You better be awake when he's back.

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You hear the sound of the refresher turning on and that's when you realize, judging by the floating green glow in the air, that the Mandalorian has somehow snuck his way into the room without you hearing it. You rise up in a mild panic, your heart racing.

That's…a bit scary. Not him sneaking in, but that you couldn't hear it. Have you gotten too comfortable? You even fell asleep again. You didn't mind that he snuck in, since you assume he didn't want to wake you, but it makes you wary that you're not being safe enough. What if it was someone else who managed to sneak in when your guard was down? You shiver uncomfortably at the thought.

You want to ask him what the food smell wafting in the room is about but you shouldn't interrupt his shower. He hunted that quarry pretty quickly so he must need some time to himself to wind down. You could almost make out the relaxing groans he's making on the other side of the door, though the loudness of the shower is muffling it. He must like the water pressure. It was enjoyable when you used it earlier. You'll have to refresh again before you check out, since you're back on the road after and you don't know when your next chance will be.

It'll be the start of the job now, after the Mandalorian collects payments for the bounties he has done, minus yours, and gets his new ones to hunt. He'll work a lead on your eyes and then do a bounty and probably go back and forth like that until your eyes are either found or confirmed to be trashed. Until then, you're going to be by his side, watching over his kid who you've checked is still sleeping in his crib, so you seal him back up.

The smell of the food is calling to you and you realize, after feeling around, that the Mandalorian has left food on the dining table, so you sit down there. You don't eat it just yet. Instead, you grab the plates that are on the table and you divide the portion of food between the two of you, plus setting some aside for the kid. You give the Mandalorian a good helping more than you, since you don't need to eat as much as he should. Then, you wait there for him to finish up in the refresher and put his armor back on, resting your head on your arms, nearly falling asleep again. You could really use a caf right now.

You jolt awake when the bathroom door swings open and the first thing the Mandalorian says to you is, "eat and then go back to sleep."

You protest, "I'll sleep again after you do."

"I'm not sleeping while you're this tired." He takes the seat near you, his armor clashing against the wooden seat and table. "Need you to be focused if I'm going to sleep."

You let out a sigh. He's right, you are pretty tired. It's not like you can't get wired up the moment a threat appears but a little more sleep would be nice.

"Promise me you'll wake me up so you can sleep." You put your pinky out, wanting him to swear on it.

You expect him to make some kind of grumpy comment, but he doesn’t. He simply hooks your pinky with his gloved one and then goes, "I'll wake you up in the morning. I promise. Now eat."

He immediately pulls his hand away after that, leaving you to process his action. That was…very nice of him. The Mandalorian is full of surprises, like this meal in front of us.

"Oh!" You just remembered something and pull off your visor, clicking the button on the side and then handing it to him. "I almost forgot my visor has a blackout mode. You can check for yourself but I wanted you to know you can eat with your helmet off in front of me, since I won't be able to see you."

You feel him take it from you, brushing his gloved hand against yours for a moment. He has pretty big hands. One of them can engulf both of yours, which makes sense since he also has big arms from what you felt earlier. You doubt the beskar overcompensates. He has to be built enough under there to carry that kind of weight all the time.

The Mandalorian doesn't speak for quite a good chunk of time. Then, you hear him get up. That's odd. Almost as odd as feeling his gloves graze the sides of your temples as he slips your visor back on for you. Your vision goes completely dark, as you knew it would.

In the dead of night, the only sounds that ring through the room are the windows shutting, the curtains in the room being drawn closed and him setting his helmet on the table with a clink. He returns to his seat after that and you hear him start eating. For some reason, you can't help but smile. He sounds comfortable. You know it's personal bias to assume the helmet is uncomfortable but you're sure he would like to have moments where he can relax without it on. Would he ever be comfortable enough to take all the beskar off to breathe for more than just a moment?

He's probably going to sleep in it, isn't he? You should've guessed that but you won't comment on it. It's not your place. You were worried he would be offended that you suggested taking off his helmet but he was surprisingly gentle about it.

You want to experience more sides of him, even if you have to do it in the complete darkness. You don't mind. It makes the food taste better.

"Did you know," you reminisce about one of your many adventures that this moment reminds you of, "there's a restaurant on Serenno, kind of a fancy joint actually, despite being hidden in an alley, where they make the patrons wear blindfolds while they eat? They claim it makes the food taste better and I think they might be right."

"You were on Serenno?" He doesn't hide his surprise for once.

"Yeah." You chuckle to yourself at the thought. It was deep in Empire-occupied territory but…sometimes that's the best place to hide. They never suspect it. "Though, I didn't actually eat at the restaurant. Just heard the story from a wealthy merchant I was traveling with at the time. He helped smuggle me out of the capital city, Carannia. Sweet guy."

Suddenly, the sound of something snapping in half fills the air, startling you a bit. What was that?

"Sorry. Bit down too hard." The Mandalorian explains the noise. Ah, must've been one of the wooden skewers. He should be more careful. They're quite splintery.

"You have strong teeth. You must be able to break through koja nuts without a problem." You follow your words with a small giggle. "Eat slower or you might just end up breaking the plate next time."

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The Mandalorian wanted to break the fucking plate. He was lucky you couldn't see a thing because then you would've known he was lying. He had snapped the skewer in half with his hand the moment you mentioned that other man.

Who the fuck was the man you mentioned? A wealthy merchant? Sweet guy. What does that fucking mean?

What is it about this other man that makes him sweet enough for you to remember fondly? The Mandalorian could easily smuggle you out of any city you needed help escaping. He wouldn’t need to bat an eyelash, he could do it in his sleep. What does that guy have that he doesn't?

The way you casually mentioned another man in front of him makes his blood boil. Was your relationship with this merchant just as casual too? Did he…

The Mandalorian nearly snaps another skewer at the thought of you mentioning a man you may have slept with before but he manages to stop himself in time. He decides to chew a little more than usual to fight through his frustration, gritting his teeth a bit more with each bite.

It wasn't like you couldn't mention it, but does it mean you don't see the Mandalorian as a man? Has the thought never even crossed your mind to consider him as a man? Fuck, he's losing it over this. You're sitting there, cool as can be, without a care in the world. You're simply enjoying your meal while he's right across from you, his face completely uncovered with all his emotions written on it. If you could see his face right now, you would see that he's a fucking mess over your words. But, you have no clue. The thought of him wanting to touch you has never even appeared in your mind, that he's certain. It pisses him off how much you're affecting him and how little he's affecting you.

How can he push your buttons a bit? He needed to even the playing field. He didn't like feeling this way, like you have the upper hand without needing to try at all. Fuck, that's how good you are. It's natural, the way you've integrated yourself into his mind.

What can he do to get you to think of him more? He could…talk more. Though, what would he talk about to peak your interest? Why is he the one here with you right now when he's sure you have other people who could assist you with this job?

He asks outright. "Why did you pick me?"

You look up from your plate but because you don't know where he is, you don't look directly at him, but you do answer, "I liked the kid."

The Mandalorian groans at your response, knowing it's another one of your jokes. You chuckle at his reaction, which he's starting to realize is going to happen often. You're forming the habit of messing with him like this.

"Do you really want to know?" You prompt and he nods out of habit but you can't see it.

"Yeah." He verbally responds.

"I picked you because you're like me. You understand why I'm doing this." Your words are filled with…a kind of sadness. Almost grief-like. "You have your beskar to define who you are and to keep you grounded to yourself. You didn’t always have it though. You were lost once, I'm sure of that. I won’t ask about it. I'm just saying that…you found your way. And that's what I hope to find when I get my eyes back because I'm tired of feeling lost. I knew you'd understand the importance of this job because it's like I'm searching for my armor, my sense of security, just like you had once before. That's why I'm here with you."

The Mandalorian watches you waver for the very first time. The usual cheerful look on your face is gone. You are being so honest with him right now. It makes sense that you constantly feel lost because you have nothing that grounds you anywhere. He at least had the kid and the creed. But you have no one but yourself and you don't feel whole because some fucking bounty hunter decided to rip a little girl's eyes out. All you want is to find yourself but you can't when you don't have all of yourself present. You just want to know if your eyes are still out there or not. Once you know, you won't feel so lost anymore.

That's what he can give you. He will find them. He will. They're out there and he will hunt for as long as it takes so that you can feel what he feels when he puts on the helmet.

Safe.

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"We'll start looking after I turn in my bounties tomorrow." The Mandalorian tells you so that you know he hasn't forgotten.

"Thank you." You want him to know you appreciate him. "It means so much to finally start this search."

You have been waiting for this moment since you lost your eyes and knowing that you could be reunited with them soon fills your heart with joy.

"Thank you for the food too." You just remembered that you never told him. "It was yummy."

"Mm." That sound of acknowledgement escapes his lips and you like it. It's subtle but heartwarming, like he's nodding at you but vocally. "Go sleep now."

You hear him take the finished plate in front of you and stack it on his. Then, you know he's going to put the helmet back on to set the plates out in the hall so you reach out and actually manage to grab a hold of his hand, saying, "not yet."

"What?" His confused tone is getting more recognizable.

"I don't like the modulator." You confess, wanting to hear his normal voice for a moment longer. But then, you realize how selfish you're being, since he needs to keep it on for his own sake, so you let go of his hand. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm not thinking properly. I'm being rude, aren't I?"

The silence is filling you with anxiety. He doesn't put the helmet on but he doesn't speak up either. You feel so stupid for impulsively doing that. It was so impolite, especially when he didn't have his helmet off for you. He had it off to eat and of course when he was finished, he was going to put it back on.

Why did you try to stop him?

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Why did you grab his hand like that? He told you to go to sleep and was expecting you to listen but then…you grabbed his hand and told him not yet. What the fuck? He couldn't stop himself from vocalizing his confusion.

For a moment, he thought you didn't want to sleep yet. He thought…you wanted to do something else, with him. Why else would you grab his hand and look at him with a pouty lip? You didn't want him to leave, right? You wanted him to stay and keep you up, right?

The moment you said I don't like the modulator, his mind nearly shut down. You were referring to his helmet. It had nothing to do with going to sleep, or sleeping with him. You just didn't want him to put his helmet on yet. You would've said not yet even if he didn't tell you to go to sleep. His words had nothing to do with it.

Absolutely fucking nothing.

Why do you want to hear him without the modulator so much that you would take a hold of his hand to stop him from putting on his helmet? Do you like his voice? Is that what interests you? He realizes it's the only part of him that you can experience right now. You can only hear his voice. You can't see his moments. You don't touch him. You have never been close enough to smell him and he's not even going to think about the last sense or he might actually go ballistic.

So, what should he do about this? You're obviously panicked. You think you've just completely disrespected him and if you weren't the object of his desire right now, maybe he would've been slightly more offended.

The silence has gone on too long and you look like you're about to start sweating from the stress of it so he picks his words carefully, "I'll keep it off until you go to sleep but you can't turn off the visor. I'll do it for you."

"What if I don't go to sleep?" You bounce back rather quickly with your teasing voice, all the anxiety disappearing immediately.

"Don't push it." He asserts and you let out a soft chuckle, feeling more yourself again.

Then, he smiles. It's not a big smile or anything but he felt the corners of his lips lift for just a moment before retracting again. Why did he smile over you joking around with him? Normally he'd be annoyed but seeing you return to your calm, collected self gave him a rush of relief. Enough for him to smile about it.

"But I like bothering you." You pout at him and he wants to grab your face and wipe that pout right off. He could. He doesn't have his helmet on.

"Annoying girl." The Mandalorian keeps those thoughts as thoughts because he knows the moment he gives into them, he won't be able to stop.

"You seriously need to come up with a better insult." You criticize him but there's still a happy smile on your face, like you don't mind being his annoying girl.

"Or, you could just stop being annoying so I don't have to insult you." He watches as your face changes after he finishes talking. You seem both puzzled but happy at the same time.

What's on your mind?

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You have finally cracked the Mandalorian. He just bantered with you. Yes, for the very first time, he bantered back. No silence, no brief groan of annoyance, no one worded response. He gave you a completely full-fledged statement in response to your banter.

You can barely conceal your excitement over it. He probably has no idea how monumental this moment is. You are slowly chipping away at him and he's opening up. You're getting to see who he is now, his true personality.

It's beautiful, these kinds of moments. You cannot wait for the day he finally laughs and you learn what makes a man like the Mandalorian laugh. Will you be here long enough to experience that? You hope so. You really do.

"Are you going to just keep sitting there and smiling to yourself?" He spits out, irritated. Somehow, his voice is still oddly soothing, even when he's a little mad.

"Do I have something better to do?" You want to see how far you can take this.

"Sleep." He states and you hear the beskar plates shift. He must be pointing at the bed.

"I think you should sleep. I'm pretty awake now." You speak the truth because you're surprisingly wired.

Then, the Mandalorian gives you the strangest threat you've ever heard, "go to sleep right now or I'll make you so tired, you'll pass out."

You furrow your brow at him. "What are you going to do? Make me run laps around the inn?"

"You don't want to know what I would do to you." His words are becoming more threatening and more confusing. "So, don't push it. Go to sleep."

What kind of threat is he making? You have absolutely no clue. You're sure he wouldn't want to actually fight you over this, right? He did seem interested in your fighting capabilities since he hasn't seen you need to use them. But you would be no match for a man in beskar. Kind of unfair advantage off the bat for him.

The other plausible scenario is him threatening to chase you again. That would be pretty tiring but you don't think it would make you pass out. You've outrun him before. You can easily do it again but you'd rather not have to delay looking for your eyes over an inevitably long hunt. It might even last months this time around.

After a moment of deliberation, you settle for asking a simple question, "why do you want me to go to sleep so badly?"

He answers almost too quickly, "because if you don't, I'll keep you up."

"Are you going to show me how to use the caf maker? I feel like that's an odd threat." You half-joke, though you wouldn't discount the possibility that learning to use the caf maker is a tiring enough activity to make me want to pass out. That machine has so many buttons.

"Are you dense?" Oh, there's a bite in his voice now. Something the modulator definitely would've hissed out all robotically comes out low and almost in a growl with his natural voice.

"I mean, don't I have to be? You know, for gravity?" You play off his words but he lets out a frustrated huff so you don't think he's in the mood for any more of your jokes.

"You're fucking with me, right?" His tone gets even more agitated than before. "There's no way you're not. You can't possibly be this oblivious."

"Oblivious? To what?" You genuinely are confused by what he's saying.

Almost as confused as you are by the Mandalorian suddenly picking you up from your seat and throwing you over his shoulder. You didn’t see that one coming. You can't see shit right now with the blackout mode on and he hasn't put his helmet back on yet so you can't turn it off.

The world is just dark and you're unable to make sense of it. Where is he carrying you? That question is answered when he drops you onto your back on the bed. You're not fully on the bed either. Your legs are dangling off of it.

Before you can utter a word of confusion, you feel the beskar rub against your inner thighs as his gloved hands grab a hold of your legs, wrapping them around…his hips? Your hips meet with his and you can feel the hard fabric of his pants pressing up against your underwear.

Wait. Wait. When did he pull up your nightgown? Why is he so close to you? You try to move your legs away but his hands hold you firmly in this position and you can't breathe all of a sudden.

You can't see a thing but you can only imagine what this must look like. He's standing, holding your lower body up against his. Your legs are entirely exposed and he can most definitely see and feel your underwear.

"What are you doing?" You try to grapple with the situation at hand because you can’t think straight.

"I'm showing you what I would do to you if you don't listen to me and go to sleep." He then leans in, engulfing your body.

His chestplate is right up against your chest, crushing you slightly. You can smell the soap from the refresher on his skin and you realize you're smelling his neck when your lips graze the side of his jaw by accident. You can feel his hot breath against your ear and they're drawn out, tickling your skin every time he exhales.

Your heart is pounding in your chest and you don’t know why. You've never felt this kind of feeling before. Your head is throbbing all of a sudden. It's overwhelming.

Then, the Mandalorian rolls his hips against yours and a weird sound leaves your lips in reaction to a sudden spark that shoots through your body. Your hands immediately go up to cover your mouth, shocked that your body could release such a noise involuntarily like that. He doesn't stop his movements, grinding himself against you, and you can't hold in the heavy breaths escaping your lungs.

For a moment, you didn't think you could feel more breathless but then he whispers all low directly into your ear, "are you going to listen to me now or do I need to fuck the sense into you?"

Oh. Oh. Fuck. That's what he's referring to. When he said he was going to keep you up, he meant by–

You suddenly feel his hand press up against your underwear, dragging his fingers up and down. There's a new wet sensation building between your legs with every touch. He purposefully rubs small circles against you that forces those sounds from your lips again as your body tightens up. Then, he hooks your underwear aside and you immediately snap out of the trance you're in, realizing what's going to happen next.

"Wait!" You put both your hands forward to push against his chest plate as you scream out in a panic, "I'm a virgin!"

You're practically dry heaving from the realization that the Mandalorian was just about to fuck you. Raw. Without any prep. You would actually die. He would split you in half and crush you with his body if you didn't realize sooner.

"You've never…" That's the first time you've heard disbelief in his voice.

"Never." You slide your hands up to grip his shoulders, trembling. "I have never done anything of the sort with anyone. That's why I–"

That's why you never thought sex was what he was referring to. You have never done it with anyone. All of your interactions with anyone have been purely platonic. You haven't encountered anything remotely like this before and you might pass out from the sheer intensity of the prospect of it.

"Why not?" His confusion is palpable and it makes you confused too.

Did he think you were the type to go around the galaxy like that? You could barely afford an hour of sleep at times. When would you ever find the time to…or anyone to do such a thing with. The people you've met have been kind, generous people but you wouldn't engage in this sort of relationship with any of them.

You did actually have a reason too. "I tend to stay at religious sanctuaries when I'm low on credits and need shelter and food. Lifelong abstinence was a requirement for entry so I…never thought much about breaking that. I never–I have never been in a situation where I wanted to so I never have."

"Fuck." He lets out a curse and then immediately takes his hands off of you, backing away from your body. Now the Mandalorian sounds frantic, "I didn't know. I thought–fuck, I assumed you had since you've met with so many people. But you haven't at all?"

"Never." You quickly lower your nightgown over your legs, scrambling to get seated on the bed.

"You've never been touched before?" Why does he keep wanting clarification? Is it really that unbelievable?

You nod your head in response but then you blurt out for no good reason, "well, I guess I have been touched against my will before–"

"What." Oh, that's new. That's an extremely pissed tone from the Mandalorian. "Tell me who."

"You know, like drunk patrons in cantinas, taking whatever they can from whoever is nearby. A stolen kiss, an ass grab, shoving their face in my chest. I never see it coming, obviously. I try not to go when it's too crowded, to avoid–"

You hear a sudden impact that you can only guess is a fist to the wall. You flinch slightly at the noise, which makes him go, "fuck, sorry. I just can't stand the thought of you being uncomfortable. And I fucking made you uncomfortable, fuck."

He walks away for a moment and then you hear him pick up his helmet off the table so you call out to him, spitting out your words a bit too quickly, "wait, don't put it back on yet, unless you need to, but you don't have to."

"Why? Don't you want to see?" He wants to put it back on for your sake.

"I don't need to. I would rather hear your voice." You don't want to talk to the modulator right now. Not while having this kind of conversation.

"You still want to talk to me after what I just did?" Guilt. That's the feeling tucked away in his voice right now. So much guilt.

The Mandalorian feels guilty for touching you like that. Should he? You're trying to figure that out for yourself. You have been groped and touched in uncomfortable ways before but…it didn't feel scary and invasive when he touched you. It was shocking and a bit overwhelming but it didn't feel bad. Actually, it kind of felt good, though you still are trying to understand why.

"Will you come here?" You pat the bed. He doesn't move at all, making you go, "please?"

You feel a dip in the bed when he sits down and you hear him set his helmet on what you assume is a nightstand beside the bed. Silence fills the room as you try to decide the best way of presenting this to him.

You choose the more direct route. "It wasn't uncomfortable for me."

"What?" The disbelief is present again.

"I didn't feel uncomfortable when you touched me." You feel a heat rising inside of you from saying something so embarrassing. "I was mainly surprised that it was happening in general but overall it…felt nice? New, weird, tingly, but not bad."

"Not bad." He repeats your words back at you.

You nod, chewing a little on your lip while you think if you should say what's on your mind. It feels right to, so you ask, "do you want to do it again?"

You wish you could see the look on his face because he's not saying anything and you just want to know how he's reacting.

You press on with your own words since he isn't using his, "I'll tell you to stop if it's too much for me. If you still want to, that is."

"You should sleep." That's what he chooses to say when he finally speaks up again.

"Then lay down with me and touch me until I fall asleep like you told me you would earlier." You can't believe you just said that but you want to feel it again. You're curious about it plus you felt safe with him so you might not get this chance again to be held by someone who makes you feel safe.

"Is that really what you want?" He asks and you can't tell what emotions are hidden between his words.

You lean towards him and whisper, "I really want to avoid sleeping."

You giggle at your joke, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Surprisingly, he does the same when he goes, "annoying girl," making you laugh more. Then, he instructs, "lay down and turn your back towards me. Tell me to stop if you need me to."

You listen to him, laying on your side with your back to him. Once you're settled, you suddenly feel his breath against the nape of your neck as his body comes close to you, pressing his chest plate against your back, his legs fitting in the bend of yours.

"Can I take off my gloves?" He says into your skin, making you shiver a bit, but not in a bad way.

"Yeah." You hear him pull them off then. "You don't have to ask me before you do anything. I'll tell you if I don't like it."

The Mandalorian tests that by pressing his lips against your exposed neck. You let out a gentle sigh from how warm his lips are.

"Soft girl." He inhales deeply. "So clean."

As he kisses your neck, his hands start to roam your body, wanting to touch every inch. Though, the clothes you're wearing are definitely getting in the way…

"Do you want to take it off me?" You take his hands in yours, squeezing them slightly before guiding them down to the hem of your nightgown. "I don't mind."

He answers you with a heavy breath and a tug, pulling your nightgown above your head along with the shirt you were wearing on top. Now, you’re left in just your underwear. You would feel shy but you have no idea what you look like naked so you don't know what to feel shy about.

"Beautiful." He surprises you with his compliment, his hands exploring your bare skin. "So soft."

There's a roughness to his touch from his hands being calloused and it increases the tingles beneath your skin. You lean up against him as his hands cup your breasts, holding them firmly in his palms.

"Perfect, so fucking perfect." He bites into your neck after he says that. A whimper leaves your lips and he stops. "Sorry."

"Oh, it doesn't hurt." You tell him kindly. "You don't need to stop."

He listens to you, sinking his teeth lightly into your upper back while he plays with your nipples between his fingers, the sensations compounding together. You keep making those uncontrollable sounds, biting your lip hard to try to stop them.

"I like the way you sound." He drags his tongue against one of the bite marks in your back, making you moan again. "Don't hold it in. Does it feel good?"

You nod. "Tingly all over."

"Good." He presses a kiss in the center of your back. "Sleepy yet?"

"No." You reply, the annoyance in your tone making him smile against your skin. It's such a quick, small smile. You wish you could see it but you'll settle for feeling it.

"I can make you sleepy." He kisses up your back until he's at your shoulder again, resting his chin on it as he whispers into your ear, "can I stay like this after you fall asleep?"

"Okay." You didn't mind sharing the bed. He should feel relaxed too.

"Good girl." His voice is all airy and yet so deep at the same time. It's intoxicating and it makes you feel something brand new inside. There's butterflies dancing in your stomach and that wetness is building between your legs again.

You nearly choke on your inhale when one of his hands slips down the length of your body in order to bury itself under the fabric of your underwear. He's touching you directly now and you suddenly feel embarrassed at how wet you are. You’re worried it's unnatural and repulsive but he doesn't seem to care at all, not with the way his fingers are sliding further down, trying to feel all of it.

"Have you ever felt like this before?" He asks you, his fingers exploring your folds, distracting you from formulating a response. "Have you ever gotten this wet before?"

You shake your head. "I don't know why my body is reacting like this. That's never happened before."

"Fuck." He lets out a curse as his arm wraps under and around your waist, holding you securely to him, his hand gripping your hip. His other hand is still in your underwear, his fingers dragging up and down, like he just can't get enough of touching you. "This is all for me, because of me. Do you like it when I touch you like this?"

The Mandalorian starts rubbing those circles against you again, like he had done before over the fabric, but now that he's doing it right up against you, you're burning up inside, your legs trembling at the feeling. It feels so good, unlike any other good feeling you've ever felt before. It's a kind of pleasure that radiates through every part of you, getting more intense the longer he does it.

You feel like you're going to burst, your mind going blank. He must notice you tensing up because he gently whispers in your ear, "let it out. Come for me, pretty girl."

At first, you don't understand what he means but then, the pleasure building inside you ramps up all of a sudden and completely consumes you. You turn your head instinctually, crying out into the pillow as your body quivers all over, muffling your moans into the softness of the bed. You feel a surge all throughout your body, like you've been hit by lightning but it's a wave of euphoria instead. You feel so much and not enough all at the same time. You want more but you might pass out if you have any more.

You whimper into the pillow, biting it a little as the Mandalorian never stops touching you, his fingers dipping lower now, pressing up against your entrance. Then, he pushes his finger inside of you and tears pile up in your eyes. You haven't cried in a long time and yet your body is feeling so much that you can't help but tear up.

"Is it too much? Tell me." He doesn't move anymore, waiting for you to say something.

Is it too much for you? He barely has the tip of his finger inside of you…but you want him to keep going. You want to know what it feels like if he keeps going.

"I'm okay." You tell him so he doesn't worry. "But I might faint."

"Bad or good?" His question draws a small laugh out of you.

"Bad because I don't want to sleep." You lighten up a bit with banter. "But it feels good. Very good. Mind-numbingly so."

That's all he needs to hear to thrust more of his finger inside of you, your body tightening up in response. You knew his hands were big but you should've guessed that his fingers would be thick. It fills you up and you can't comprehend the feeling but you want more of it. You don't want him to pull away, to leave you feeling empty inside now that you know what it feels like to be full.

"So wet and warm and tight." He comments the moment his whole finger is deep inside of you. "Tell me where it feels good."

Again, you don't understand what he means until his finger starts pressing upwards, trying to find a spot inside of you. The moment he pulls an uncontrollable moan out of you, he knows he has found what he's looking for. He begins pulling his finger out just a bit before pushing it back in, hitting that spot that forces the air out of your lungs.

Your mind is swirling from how good it feels every time he hits that spot when he thrusts that you can’t stop yourself from breathing out, "right there, don't stop please."

You grip the sheets in front of you as he listens to your plea, his finger having its way with you as you whimper into the pillow, the intensity stoking a fire in the pit of your stomach. You're going to burst again, you can feel it.

"Be a good girl and come for me again." The Mandalorian commands in a stern tone and you have to listen, unable to hold it in anymore.

Your body shoots those waves of pleasure through you again and you can't catch your breath in between the moans being forced out of you. He doesn't stop fingering you through your orgasm, prolonging the pleasure erupting inside of you. It's dripping wet between your legs and you're shivering all over. Then, your eyes slowly close, the intensity finally taking over you.

You fall fast asleep, exhausted from feeling so incredibly good. You dream, for the first time in a long while, and you see the grassy hills of your home planet, filling you with a warm comfort.

❈❈❈❈❈❈

The Mandalorian followed through with his threat. He made you so tired from coming, you really did pass out. You look so peaceful, sleeping like this. Though, you look even better because he knows he's the one who made you feel this way. All blissful.

Once he is sure you won't wake up easily, he pulls his finger out of you, bringing it straight to his mouth, needing to taste you. Fuck, it's exactly how he imagined. So sweet and all his. No one has ever tasted you before. No one has ever touched you before, not like he has. Not with your complete consent like him.

He still can't believe it. You really have never thought to do this with anyone before. Why? He doesn't understand that.

How could all of the people you've met before not have tried to make a move on you? None of them interested you enough either for you to want to make a move on them. Instead, you chose him to be the one who gets to touch you. No one else. Just him. You're almost completely bare right now and it's a sight for his eyes only. Your skin is marked up all over. He couldn't stop himself from wanting to sink his teeth into you. Not hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to bruise and make it known that he's the one who got to hold you like this.

Now that he has gotten a taste of you, how is he supposed to hold back? Fuck, this is bad. This is really fucking bad. He's fucked. He has to find some kind of sense of control. He can't just pounce on you, even if he wants to. He would break you or worse. You'd never let him touch you again if he hurt you.

The Mandalorian needs to touch you again, but he can't force it on you. He has to wait for you to ask for it again. He has to wait for you to want him again. Until then, he has to deal with how fucking hard he is after feeling how warm and wet you are.

Thankfully, you're a fan of refreshers, giving him a good place to vent out his sexual frustrations. It would be so much worse if he was stuck with you in one place for a while, without any time alone. He needs the time apart. He can't regain control otherwise.

So, it really is just bad luck that the first lead he has on your eyes leads to an abandoned underground auction space and you're both stuck hiding there until the convoy filled with Imperial apologists that's patrolling nearby leaves the vicinity. Together, alone, because he dropped the kid off with Peli.

Great. Fucking great.

You and him, stuck there, for who knows how long.

What could possibly go wrong?

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Obi-Wan x Reader

So this is an Obi-Wan fic based during the events of the Kenobi series, there are obviously flashbacks which you’ll love. I wont lie, I sorta just don’t mention Satine so you can decide whether they had a bad breakup or she doesn’t exist. This is mainly Obi-Wan’s POV, it is also a two parter, if anyone is interested.

To think he’d be on a planet that wasn’t dry or course, to be somewhere where it rained, surely it should be enjoyable. But no, he was on a mission, something he hadn’t done for almost eleven years now. He was rusty. The neon lights burnt his eyes in a different way than the sun usually did, the brilliant greens and reds, even the purples, making him pause to take a calming breath.

He’s safe. It’s not as if he could really be hurt any more. His Master, his brother, his friends, his soldiers, his responsibilities. All gone. Despite them winning the war. They defeated Grievous for Makers sake! That was the goal, defeat him and the droids. Stop the Separatists at any cost. A sarcastic huff escaped him as he eyed the propaganda Holos for the ‘NEW EMPIRE’. They were wearing the same armour his troopers wore, why did they attack? Surely there was a reason, surely, they wouldn’t just turn on the Jedi, not Rex, not Cody. He had hoped that Fives was right, that maybe it was programmed into them, but who knows? The Chancellor had banned talk about Fives and Rex wasn’t meant to tell Ahsoka who told Anakin who told him.

Was he wrong to miss the war? Probably.

Obi-Wan shook his head and hurried along, he was on a mission. He must stick to the mission, then get back and continue his observation on the boy. Luke. His name was Luke. And his mission was Leia. Would they every meet? He hoped so. Maybe one day. When its saf-

“Spare any Credits?” Cody? Obi-Wan stopped in surprise. No, but he was wearing 501st armour, he was one of Anakins men. Obi-Wan stared at the familiar face and remembered a time he would be sitting across from it eating, or creating battle plans, or just watching the democratic debates. It was older than Obi-Wan had ever seen, even the ‘reject clones’ never really got this old, or scraggily but he wasn’t one to judge. “Help a veteran get a warm meal?” He held his helmet a bit higher.

Obi-Wan, despite the initial suspicion of being ratted on, threw what he could spare into it. At least this Trooper wasn’t firing at him. Maybe he knew Obi-Wan was no longer a threat, just a tired old man. The Trooper nodded in thanks before his eyes flickered to an imposing Holo behind Obi-Wan’s shoulder. A frown set on his face and he looked away in shame. Obi-Wan turned, eyebrow raised, before sucking in a shaky breath.

There you were on the screen. It was your Jedi Archives portrait. Your eyes bore into his soul, looking dead on; your lips slightly curved into a smile, he could remember being the cause of; and your hair was lime green. He loved the colourful nature of your species, every few months you’d come into the Temple with a new set of armour and hair, he had even compared you to a Mandalorian a few times. Both so expressive and changing in nature. He and you would have long discussions about the meanings behind certain colours and Obi-Wan could tell that you weren’t being completely honest about a few, you were allowed to like the colours for whatever reasons you wanted, you needed no excuse in his eyes.

You had been trained by a Master called Cjuria but she had died at the hands of Ventress, meaning Yoda took over your final years and after that you did help Qui-Gon and himself before Anakin came along. You were basically a co-parent to the boy but he would never admit what that truly meant. Never accept that fact because you and Anakin were gone. You, Anakin, Ahsoka, Padme, Qui-Gon, Rex, Cody, the 212th, Windu, Billaba, Aalya, Fisto, Plo Koon, Quinlan, Yoda, even Jar Jar. There was nothing where he once could feel everyone. An all-consuming nothingness.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t stay here too long.” The Trooper interrupted his wallowing. “Those Inquisitors are nasty.”

Obi-Wan took one last look at this face, the face of his many friends, his men, and now of an unlikely ally. He had wished that all the Clones would live to look like this and now he had seen it he was bitterly disappointed. If Anakin knew a member of the 501st was suffering he’d be livid. If Anakin-

“Thank you.” Kenobi bowed his head before continuing his path to Leia.

///

“Obi!” You called from the top of the curved stairwell, launching yourself over the banister from the very top to the bottom.

He had been intending to go over strategies with Mace but seeing your wide smile as you bounded up to him halted that. The setting sun peeking through the elongated windows did wonders for your skin, making you almost glow. Your eyes were brighter, but they always got like that when you were excited.

“Are you quite alright?” He chuckled, taking in your bright orange hair. It was the colour of the flora from Lantrien. The very toxic spore producing flowers were a lovely sight once you and he had gotten over the worst of the symptoms.

“Luke.” You whisper, your smile not wavering. “She’s so convinced it’s a boy, she keeps thinking of boys names; that’s the current favourite, though.”

The subject of your mutual friend’s child was taboo amongst most. Obi-Wan wasn’t stupid, nor blind, despite trying to be. Anakin had unashamedly loved the Queen from the moment he met her. He was secretly happy for them, one day he knew it wouldn’t be a secret. He had allowed himself to imagine a scenario where the child called him uncle. He would care for him or her no matter what, Anakin knew it, Padme knew it, you knew it. He would keep their child safe, once the war was over, once he could choose his own path.

‘Jedi weren’t meant to be generals.’ Qui-Gon had spoken, ‘we are peacekeepers’ and that is all Obi-Wan craved. He was getting weary of war, of duty. If only the day could come when the war was just memories.

“And what if it isn’t a boy?” He raised his brow.

“She was thinking Lila.” You shrugged. “Or Leia, I like Leia more. It’s more regal.”

Obi-Wan had to agree with you on that one, despite agreeing with you on practically everything. “A little Prince or Princess.”

“Woul-” You paused before mouthing, “Would he be a king?”

Obi-Wan had no answer to that. How was he to know? Could a Jedi still truly be a Jedi with a wife, and child? If not, he could be king, if so, he could be a king and a Jedi, was that morally correct?

“Kenobi!” Mace’s voice stopped you both as he walked by, “I almost can’t believe you’re not early to our strategy meeting.”

“Sorry, I distracted him.” You pulled a ‘whoopsie’ face, raising your brows and shoulders, your lips pulling inwards .

Mace gave you the very same unimpressed look he gave practically everyone but his eyes were warm with affection. You were friends and had been for years. “Don’t you have a queen to guard?”

“She requested a walk and Skywalker knows the best paths.” You said with such bravado. “I would be useless.”

///

Were all 10-year-olds this annoying or was it just the Skywalkers? Obi-Wan saw so much of Anakin in this feisty girl. She was forthright and observant when she disregarded his orders and claimed he was her father. But his already fragile heart broke when she apprehensively asked: “Are you my real father?”

“I wish I could say I was.” She bent her head in disappointment, the wind whipping at their hair, he’d say that’s why his eyes were glassy if she asked.

“Sometimes I try to imagine what he was like.” She muttered, eyes actively avoiding him.

Obi-Wan felt that pain himself being a Jedi. “I know that feeling.” She glanced in his direction, “as Jedi we were taken from our families when we were very young. I still have glimpses, flashes really, my mother’s shawl. My father’s hands.” He had only ever told you the next part; whispered on cold bunks, during one of the worst battles you’d endured, hands entwined between the empty space. “I-I remember a baby.”

“A baby?” Leia was now fully turned towards him.

“Yes, I think I had a brother. Though I really don’t remember him. I wish I did.” He felt regret for that. Was it possible to miss a life you didn’t live? To want it, yes, but to miss it? He thought not. He didn’t want for anything really, and he had ‘siblings’ so to say but would it have been an equally great life? Would he have been on the Republics side? Yes, he was sure he would. “But then I joined the Jedi and I had a new family. Just like you.”

She was silent then and he allowed her to take in the information he had given her. “Ben?”

“Yes, Leia?”

“Were they happy?”

That question was one of those where you automatically say ‘yes of course’, but he knew deep down. Anakin and Padme were happy. They were in love and didn’t care by the end who knew. They were destined to be together from the start but despite that. They were friends. They-they were happy. “Yes.”

The truck started to slow down then, drawing both passengers’ attention. Freck had said it wouldn’t take long, just a routine checkpoint but the hair on the back of Obi-Wan’s neck stood up. Leia was calm, she had been surrounded by the bucketheads since birth, she didn’t hold the same fear Kenobi did.

Freck exited the truck and spoke with the Troopers before they started walking around the back. Obi-Wan pulled his hood up keeping his gaze down. Leia did no such thing, scanning the watch tower and the red laser gate.

‘I am one with the force’ was the mantra rattling around his head as the Troopers asked who they were and why they were travelling this way. ‘Master’ he basically pleaded as he was no where near strong enough to use any form of Jedi trick. He wished he could, that would’ve been an easier escape than shooting his and Leia’s way out.

///

“Guns are so-” He paused in contemplation. “So uncivilised.”

You looked up at him from your spot lying on the meadow. You both had two days before you were to meet the informant. It wasn’t meant to be that late but there were suspicions and you guys were taking the first opportunity to relax; even for a moment. The trees hung low and smelled like home, although you didn’t know what or where that was. You recognised the smell, and the feeling of contentment. You’d told him that and he revealed the sound of waves reminded him of home.

“But you’ll happily cut someone in half?” You gave him a smirk as he rolled his eyes, leaning back next to you. You put on a posh accent, one hand resting on your chest and the other dramatically thrown across your forehead. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, I cannot bare the thought of shooting a gun, but I will redirect a laser. Much in the same way a gun shoots.”

He shoved your hand away. “I do not sound like that.”

“I do not sound like that.” You tried and failed not to giggle at his expression.

“Well, I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t stop giving away our position.” His hand twiddled a lock of your half blue hair. “This side isn’t as bad but that one is basically a target.” He brushed a few flyaway strands of red from your temple.

“A girls gotta get you to notice her somehow.” You winked.

He just rolled his eyes. “You shouldn’t say that.”

You shrugged, bits of the yellowed grass getting caught on your shoulders.

“The war will be over soon; might as well enjoy the freedom it brings.”

He never quite understood that statement until now. You had meant that once it was over you would be ‘real’ Jedi. No hiding behind the cloak of battle, no missions together because it was needed. You would have to rebuild the galaxy and after that you would have to keep the peace in it. The whole galaxy. There would probably be one Jedi per quadrant.

What you meant by that statement was ‘I know you’re scared; I am too. Why can’t we be scared together?’ You had both had the talk no relationships, no love, love lead to the dark side. But there were Jedi who had wives, who had husbands, who had kids, who had a life outside of the order.

Why couldn’t you?

///

Tala positioned them in an archway, before going to check everything was in order for them to escape through ‘the Pathway’. He made sure to keep a hand on Leia’s shoulder. If Anakin was anything to go by he’d need to tie himself to her.

Once the coast was clear they made their way to the safehouse.

Inside was a mechanics den, the tables littered with tools and exposed wires. There was a droid who seemed intimidating but Tala reassured them he was friendly. Leia was fascinated and showed him her little L0LA.

Tala reached behind what looked to be an electrical cupboard and the walls parted. A woman was behind them packing a bag, “Tala you said a child too? I only have this; I hope it isn’t too flashy.”

That voice.

Surely not.

Obi-Wan walked towards her as she began to turn to face the group and low and behold. It was you. You-you were alive. Your hair was an ashy brown colour, your skin paler and thinner. The chubbiness had vanished in your cheeks, but your eyes and smile were the same. And they shone.

“Ob-h my maker.” You cut yourself off from saying his name. Unsure if it was wise to reveal you knew each other.

He was the same. He had no idea how to react. So, you both just stood there in awe.

“Raya?” Tala’s head was tilted, a clear sign she wanted to know what was happening.

You spared her your gaze for half a second before it landed back onto him.

“I-I’ve got you some supplies.” You stiffly spoke, awkwardly offering him the bag.

He looked down before taking it, “Thank you. Raya?” You gave a minute nod. “I am Ben.”

You chuckled a little then and he did the same. “Ben? That’s a very unique and unusual name.”

He rolled his eyes. How had he not seen you in 10 years and the first thing you do is tease him? “Thank you.”

There was a shuffling behind him, oh yes, a child. She was watching this whole interaction in the same fashion as Tala. But by the Stars she looked familiar. You couldn’t quite place why as she stood with poise and dignity. Her chin pointed upwards and her hair, only slightly out of place. She looked regal next to Kenobi.

“Is this your daughter?” You felt a little indifferent as you voiced the question. She didn’t particularly look like him but it was possible. He may not even tell you the truth because Tala is standing right there almost gawking at this situation.

Obi-Wan brought her forward, to his surprise with no complaint or noise, placing a hand on her shoulder and patting it with his fingers. “Raya. This is Leia.”

Leia? You weren’t sure if you said it or thought it but a thousand memories flashed the moment that name left his mouth. Of course, she was Leia. She had the same hair and eyes as Padme and the same composure. At your visible shock her eyebrows were drawn slightly in a very Anakin way. She had his chubby youngling cheeks too.  

You knelt to shake her small hand. You were meant to help her; you had been devastated when Padme was buried and like everyone else believed her bump was real. Believed her unborn child had become part of the stars with her. “Leia. It’s very nice to meet you.” A tear oozed it’s way down your cheek.

“It is nice to meet you, too.” Even her small voice held such power. She was made to be a ruler, you wished she was, it was the least she deserved. Kriff she deserved the life of a Princess, the life her parents were going to give her.

“I’m sorry to break up whatever this is but we need to get you and you out of here.” Tala pointed at them. “Maybe you’ll follow them?” She asked hopefully, wishing you some peace finally.

You were about to talk when the sensation of grinding teeth settled in your mouth, a shiver made its way up your spine also and settled on the back of your neck. A cold, dead feeling wrapped around like a shawl.

Ob-Ben met your gaze, his hand finding the sabre you hadn’t noticed on his belt. He was a brave man to be carrying that around. Yours was hidden in the mechanics of NED. Figuring that was the safest place for it, in a droid who couldn’t speak. You guys used to hide stuff in R2 all the time.

Ben was at the window, peaking behind the curtain to see an imposing figure. “Get Leia out of here.” He told you. “Get her to Alderaan. To Bail.”

“Bail?” You said in disbelief. “O-Ben! Who is it? It’s familiar, but twisted.”

His eyes pore into yours. “Darth Vader.”

///

You had picked up Leia and ran with Tala trying to formulate a plan. How on earth would you get to Alderaan, the pathway doesn’t go to Alderaan. Kriffing Alderaan?! Maker how long are these tunnels?

You felt a wave through your body and suddenly stopped. That wasn’t good. Or was it? Was that? Was Kenobi using the force? WAS KENOBI FIGHTING DARTH VA- of course he was.

“Tala.” You placed Leia down and connected their hands. “Please. I have to go back. Comm Bail Organa. Find a way. I don’t care how, kriff tell him (y/f/n) wants him.”

“You knew the Organa’s?” Her eyes were wide but she nodded. You had told her some of your history but most was secret so you could live.

You scoffed, “I knew the Queen of Naboo.” Your eyes flickered to Leia. “Now please, go.”

“Wait!” Leia called as you ran towards the current that the Force had created. “You knew my mother?!”

You bit your lip as you ran from her and Tala. Both of whom you wished to know more of but were so fearful they would be hurt in the hunt for you.

//

You sat on the floor of your ship floating adrift in space. Your arms wrapped around your legs as you stared at the body in front of you. Reach. He was your friend, why did he attack you?

You were on your way to help Ahsoka with Maul, despite your orders.

“Ahsoka has asked for help.” You informed Obi-Wan, thinking he was unaware. He was and he told you that he couldn’t let Grievous escape yet again, that you were too close to winning the war. “Obi.. its Maul… It’s Ahsoka.” You took a step back, “I’m going to help her.” He seemed a little take aback by you but nodded.

“Keep safe,” His hand found your wrist. “Only take who you need, this can’t be known. We’ve already given them too many Clones as it is.”

“I’ll take Reach. I think her and I could handle him. At least I’m confident she can.” You tried to joke.

“Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“Only if you say it first.”

“I will be careful.” He vowed.

“I love you, too.” You winked.

You hadn’t made it to Ahsoka. You were halfway to her, before she popped up letting you know she was successful. You were so proud of her, remembering the little scamp she used to be. She may well be the most powerful Jedi, behind the chosen one of course.

“Ahsoka, another message is coming through, I only brought Reach’s Pad to spare resources, uh, send me your coordinates and I’ll be on my way, we’ll meet in the middle.”

She gave you a quick salute before a cloaked figure appeared, you and Reach gave each other a look before he demanded: EXECUTE ORDER 66.

“Order-?” Something hit you so hard in the temple you fell off of your seat. “Kriff!”

You were then being straddled and punched again and again and again. Bringing your arms up to block the attacks, you kicked your legs in the hopes of pushing Reach off balance. It worked and you were able to scramble away, pulling yourself just barely to a standing position. Reach’s face was blank, his hand going to his belt finding it empty.

“You were cleaning it,” You panted, igniting your sabre before he could jump on you again. “Reach, what’s going on?”

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He spoke as though it was obvious.

“Orders? Was that an order?” You tried to piece together, despite your headache. “Who was that?”

He was silent.

“Reach, please.” Your head was pounding now. He took advantage of your dizziness and you didn’t mean to. You didn’t. But he was now laying, bleeding out, still trying to grab at you. You withdrew the sabre before flinging it far from you. You vision was blurred before but now you were crying, kneeling over him. “We don’t have any medical supplies.” There would be a whole hospital wing on Ahsoka’s ship. If only you left earlier.

He muttered something you were too hysterical to hear but he kept repeating it like a mantra. “Kill the Jedi.” His last word was ‘the’.

You had moved so you weren’t kneeling but otherwise you were sitting next to his body. You could tell your head was bleeding, probably turning your purple hair a wet maroon. There wasn’t anything you could do. The comms were down and in the scuffle you had been knocked majorly off course. The stars were almost a good companion in your grief. It wasn’t just you. There were thousands. You felt them. Or actually you ceased feeling them. There was an empty void where previously a small hum had been.

How long had you sat here?

How long until you had to get your shit together?

How did Sidious corrupt the Clones? He must’ve had an inside man.

You sat for quite a while longer in slow contemplation.

But there was a rapping at the air lock. As if someone had knocked. You ignored it until it happened again. Scowling you braced yourself upon the wall before attempting to stand. It wasn’t easy being bruised and numb and stiff and dizzy and just sad. You did it though. You took one step and immediately fell as a myriad of pain shot through your leg like lightning. You hadn’t realised he’d grabbed it in the chaos, but alas you continued leaning heavily on the wall. The airlock had a window and outside floated a small box. Maybe it was a bomb. No, the ship, despite not moving, still worked and it would’ve detected danger. You squinted and could just about make out the symbol of the Republic etched into the metal.

What more could you have to lose? You sealed and opened and resealed and opened the compartment to find an unintimidating box. It was small enough to fit into your palm but had a surprising weight to it as the gravity settled. The top pinged off and you were half expecting a creature to fly out.

Is that? No. A Jedi Beacon was resting in the box. That wasn’t good.

You shakily took the small blue device out and dropped the box as it started playing a message.

“This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He looked his normal, pristine, self. That was good, right? “I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi: trust in the Force. Do not return to the Temple. That time has passed, and our future is uncertain. Avoid Coruscant. Avoid detection. Be secret... but be strong. We will each be challenged: our trust, our faith, our friendships. But we must persevere and, in time, I believe a new hope will emerge. May the Force be with you always.”

You shook your head, tears forming again, “no.” You pressed play again and he appeared again.

“This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi: trust in the Force. Do not return to the Temple. That time has passed, and our future is uncertain. Avoid Coruscant. Avoid detection. Be secret... but be strong. We will each be challenged: our trust, our faith, our friendships. But we must persevere and, in time, I believe a new hope will emerge. May the Force be with you always.”

“This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi…”

//

“I’m coming Obi-Wan.”

[b6cky]

the intern

part one

-> part two

SYNONPSIS: in which y/n has been granted an internship at stark industries, working as tony’s assistant and an extra hand in the workshop and lab.

PAIRING: peter parker (th) x gn!reader ( they/them )

WARNINGS: none yet, but will be added as the story progresses.

author’s note: just wanted to say really quick thank you for the support on my bucky oneshots and the follows !! ^_^ this will have multiple parts as it is a fanfic!

y/n l/n was an extremely talented and gifted individual, consistently getting the top grades, as well as being part of several clubs. but everyone knows that good grades and top marks comes hand in hand with a poor social life. it wasn’t that people didn’t like y/n per say, it was that people didn’t know them. nobody noticed them and they were perfectly happy with that, y/n wasn’t one to socialise. y/n was more the type to tinker with different things to create new, more useful things rather than to go party and drink - as much as their parents had hoped they’d grow out of their nerdy phase and become more sociable. their parents soon realised that wasn’t the case when tony stark in the flesh showed up to their house granting y/n with an internship at stark industries.

how did the tony stark find y/n? the same way he seems to find his new young projects. youtube, or as he called it “the tube video thing”. they remember his exact words when they met him, it’s a funny memory that they hope to never forget.

“so, you’re that gadget maker kid from the.. the video tube thing?” he had made himself comfortable on y/n’s single bed, “so how are you doing it? cgi, editing? whatever people do these days?”

“uhm, no sir, build it all myself here, sometimes i sneak stuff from science class,” y/n’s gaze dropped to the ground, “probably shouldn’t have said that one.. but i have a feeling you have better things to do than rat out a teenage genuis.”

“and what if i don’t?” he raised an eyebrow, “and cool it with the ego, alright? that’s my thing.”

“don’t worry, haven’t gotten my hands on the stuff i need to replicate an iron man suit, but i have it all planned out,” y/n turned to their small desk that was cramped in the corner of their room and grabbed an A3 sketchbook and handed it to tony, “all in there, sir, i have plans on replicating the avenger suits, even designing newer versions.”

tony’s eyebrow had been permanently raised, as he stared at them, his focus shifted to the sketchbook and he flicked through the pages, “this is.. remarkable? i mean, what the hell are they feeding kids these days?”

“strict diet of dr pepper and mcdonalds, sir,” y/n gave him a lopsided smile.

“okay, no, that’s something we need to fix,” tony closed the sketchbook and stared at the teenager in front of him.

“what do you mean we? when was there a we? there’s a we now?” y/n’s speech sped up, showing how confused they were.

“what are you french? calm down, kid,” he rolled his eyes, “can i explain? kidding, don’t answer that, i don’t need your permission, kid.”

“sorry, sorry, just when a millionaire-“

“billionaire.”

“oh, sorry, when a billionaire walks into my home and starts talking to me, i get a little anxious!” y/n nervously laughed.

“i’m granting you an apprenticeship at stark industries, no payments needed.. i can tell your family needs all the money they can get..” he muttered the last bit, adding a cough at the end.

“i heard that.”

“good, sometimes kids your age need to hear the truth.”

“i guess the press were right about your attitude…” y/n looked to the side, a grin forming on their face.

“watch it kid.” tony shot them a warning look, but they both knew tony wouldn’t actually do anything, “you start tomorrow, happy will come pick you up, make sure you’re here at four o’clock sharp.”

“what? four o’clock? i have places to be and things to do,” they crossed their arms.

“are you being serious right now? what could you possibly have that is more important than a stark internship?” he stares at them, completely dumbfounded. the only time he had met a kid like y/n is when he first recruited peter parker.

“i.. i have band .. practice,” they muttered.

he stared at them in silence for a few moment and then got up from his seat on their bed, “well, okay then! four o’clock sharp it is? okay, see you then.”

“what? mr stark, but-“

“see you then kid!” he didn’t look back at them, as he walked through the door and just raised a peace sign at them.

“man, i really like band…” y/n sighed, sitting on their bed next to their sketchbook, “four o’clock… right.”

[parker-razor]

show me, feel me, teach me - ch. 4

previous // next

series masterlist!

female!reader x mando

word count: 2.8k

series summary: during a drinking game, you let slip that you don’t know much about sex. mando offers to show you what you’ve been missing, and you happily accept.

warnings: smut that’s so filthy it’s insane (extended warnings under the cut), lotssss of fluff, mentions of insecurities

a/n: today’s the first day i didn’t have to work in awhile and i had to write some more... this chapter in particular made me all blushy so lemme grab my vibrator real quick

extended warnings: somnophilia, oral (m and f receiving), thigh riding, grinding, cum eating, masturbation, multiple orgasms

*****

You watched Mando as he hauled the heavy, limp bounty up the ramp of the ship. You had offered to help, but Mando, ever the gentleman, refused. So, you and the kid watched him drag the lifeless body into the Crest, and into carbonite.

Apparently, Mando had gotten so excited to see you when he made it back to the ship last night that he abandoned the body at the foot of the ship and scurried inside and into your quarters. It wasn’t like the body was going anywhere, Mando had argued. He just needed to see you.

After your little… chat over the comm, Mando was still rearing to be with you. As soon as you had fallen asleep at the end of your call, he jumped to his feet and continued on his hunt at a speed he had yet to hunt at. He had thought that after getting some of his drive for you out of his system that he could rest for a while before he kept hunting. But just the opposite happened; hearing your voice, your moans, the way your words hit him right in the chest… Maker he just had to get back to you.

He couldn’t help himself when he saw you splayed out on your bed. Your tank top was almost see through, and you only had a pair of underwear on as bottoms. He just needed a taste.

After he quietly stripped his armor and clothes off him, he gently pulled your underwear down to your knees and knelt down on the bed. He must’ve not smelled too great after days of hunting, but he was too drunk on your presence to be self-conscious.

He couldn’t stop himself from delving between your thighs, making out with your dripping cunt. It must have still been wet from your earlier orgasm, or maybe you were dreaming of him. Maker, he hoped you were.

You were asleep, so it didn’t totally matter if he tasted you with any technique or rhythm. Flicking your clit with no real purpose other than to have your taste in his mouth, to have his tongue flooded with your essence. His cock hardened at an ungodly rate, and he couldn’t help but start stroking himself fast. He didn’t care about his pleasure, or frankly your pleasure; he just wanted to taste you.

All the sudden, he heard you speak up, and you were coming into his mouth with a vengeance, and he came all over his hand with you.

He didn’t want to bother you too much, so he figured one orgasm was enough (for now). He crawled up to you, kissing your shoulders and your neck and your cheeks. You had no doubt fallen back to sleep by then, and Mando was overwhelmed with sleep as well. He drifted off with his head rested on your chest, your hands carded through his curls as his breathing slowed.

Mando had never been with a woman like he had been with you. Sure, he hadn’t technically been with you in the biblical sense just yet, but this was so different. He had had one-night stands when he had time to spare on a hunt, some girl in a bar who gawked at his armor who he figured would be willing to let him get his frustrations out. A grateful damsel he saved, who was coincidentally being attacked by the bounty he was tracking. Not many women, but enough to know just what he was doing and just how to make someone writhe in pleasure.

But you… you were radiant.

Your beauty was unconventional; your skin rolled around your waist, your stomach hung over just a little with stretch marks littering your inner thighs and hips. When you slept, your neck folded into little rolls. But Mando adored all of it. Not in a patronizing way, but because you were truly just gorgeous. Not despite of your flaws, but because of them. They weren’t flaws to Mando, they were just what made you more and more perfect.

Many of the women he had been with exaggerated their pleasure. It wasn’t fake, just turned up a bit because they figured it would make Mando more confident. Mando hated that, when women would be dramatic when displaying their pleasure. You never did that, though. Your sounds were… primal. Like you were trying to hold them in, but you felt so good that you couldn’t help it. They were involuntary grunts, yells, and gasps. Just the memory of it made Mando hard under his armor.

Not to mention, you had never felt this way before. You didn’t know that there was an expectation for women to be loud and exaggerated in bed. The sounds you made were all you, and that is what got to Mando most.

Mando was pulled out of his daydreams as you approached him, feeling around his arms and shoulders.

“Do you have any cuts? What do you need treated? We don’t have a ton of bacta kits left, but if you really need it then-“

“I’m okay, I’m not hurt. Just a little bruised. All I want is some food and to hang out with you and the kid.”

You and Mando had grown accustomed to eating or drinking back-to-back since the drinking game that started all of this. It was better than Mando locking himself away in his quarters; he hadn’t shared a meal with someone in years. But being able to chat with you and enjoy his food was a luxury.

“What did this guy do?” you asked as you munched on some bread and cheese.

“No clue. They never really tell me, which I kinda get. A lot of these guys are scum bags, they should be ashamed,” Mando responded, taking a sip of water.

“Did this one put up a fight?”

“At first, but then he realized he couldn’t beat me.” You shivered for a moment, thinking about Mando’s strength. You knew the armor added another layer to make him seem bigger and stronger, but even without it he was built. He didn’t have a six-pack, he wasn’t totally shredded, but Maker, was he strong. His arms, his chest, his broad fucking shoulders, they made you needy. You had seen him knock out a man in one punch, some guy who had grabbed your ass at a bar. You didn’t know at the time why you felt an ache between your legs when you saw that, but now you do after your lessons.

After you had both eaten and fed Grogu, Mando decided it was time to depart to catch his second bounty. You grabbed any gear still lingering outside the ship, secured any loose weapons, and in no time Mando was preparing to take off. You were off to Naboo this time, a planet you had been dying to visit. Almost all of the planets Mando had taken you to were either barren or covered in buildings, large urban areas. Naboo was green, apparently, with beautiful buildings and cascading waterfalls. You couldn’t wait.

Mando sat in the pilot’s chair as you sat behind him in the passenger’s seat. Grogu, still exhausted from the three-day strike on sleep, snoozed in his enclosed pram in the captain’s quarters. So it was just you and Mando…

It was a bumpy takeoff; although Mando was a great pilot, the Crest wasn’t exactly shiny and new. The ship left Tattoine’s atmosphere, and after a few minutes of cruising in empty space, Mando put the ship into hyperspace.

It was quiet as Mando hit some random buttons and you watched the stars fly by you at an insane speed. You thought about last night, not remembering much other than coming hard. Were you dreaming? You remember waking to Mando’s arms around your waist and his face buried in your chest, but everything during the night was a blur.

“When… when you came back last night, did you fall right to sleep? Or did you-“

“Eat your pussy? Yeah, I just wanted to taste you. I hope that’s okay.” You gulped, slightly shocked at Mando’s bluntness. You were only really used to hearing him talk dirty while in the act, not him bringing it up so casually. You squirmed a bit in your seat, causing Mando to turn back to look at you.

“What, you like that? You like that I couldn’t wait for you to wake up before I tasted your cum? Yeah, I bet you do, pretty girl,” he rasped, making you whine and your legs clench together.

“Why don’t you come sit?”

“I’m… already sitting, Mando.”

“No, come sit over here, with me. On me.” Stars.

You rose from your seat as Mando turned his chair to face you so you’d have room to sit without the control panel in the way. His legs spread, and he sat back in his chair with his arms resting on his knees. Kriff, he looked so fucking good.

You weren’t sure how Mando wanted you to sit on him, so you straddled one of his thighs, gasping as the hard metal plate met your core.

“Oh, is that what you want, sweet thing? You wanna sit on my thigh?”

“Yeah Mando, can I please?”

“Of course, baby, just wasn’t expecting you to sit on me like that.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself in closer to him. As you moved closer, you couldn’t ignore the way it felt when you rubbed yourself on his armored thigh. It felt fucking good, the same friction you felt when Mando would use his fingers on you. Out of instinct, you couldn’t help but do it again.

“Oh fuck, is my good girl gonna grind on my thigh? Does that feel good?” You whined, Mando’s hands grasping your hips to encourage your movements. “Go ahead, baby, get yourself off on me. Take what’s yours.”

“M-Mando… feels s-so good…” Your hips sped up as the friction continued to nurse the ache growing in your cunt.

“Want it to feel better, honey? Here, let me show you,” Mando groaned, lifting you so you were planted not on his thigh, but directly over his crotch. He wasn’t wearing a codpiece, you didn’t expect him to when all he was doing was flying. So you gasped when you felt his hard cock rub up against you cunt.

“Oh, s-stars, Mando, I like this a lot…”

“Yeah? You like feeling my cock rub on you? Go ahead, grind on it, make yourself feel good.” His grip on your hips were bruising as you ground your pussy hard onto his crotch. The head of his cock nudged itself right against your clit between your clothes, making your eyes cross and hands grasp at Mando’s shoulders.

“Oh, I bet that feels s-so good, pretty girl, it feels good for m-me too… Fuck, I can feel how wet you are, it’s seeping through my pants. Keep going, you’re doing so good for me.”

Your moans got louder and louder, sounding out as “uh uhs.” Your eyebrows creased together, and Mando grabbed your cheeks to tilt your eyes down towards his.

“Look at me, baby, let me see you when you cum. Let me look into your eyes. Maker, your p-pussy is so wet, I can feel it. Come on baby I know you wanna cum, go ahead and cum.” You were shouting now, your moans echoing in the cockpit. This was the closest the two of you had gotten to fucking, and the idea of Mando’s cock being so close to your cunt sent you over the edge.

Warmth flooded you, and your legs shook violently as you came. Your thighs clenched over and over around his hips, keeping your eyes right on his visor.

“Fuck, Mando, fuck fuck, Mando, Mando!”

“Yeah, that’s it, good girl. So f-fucking good for me.” As you came down, you noticed Mando was still hard. And you still wanted him.

“Can… Can I have you? In my mouth?”

“Shit, baby, you want me to cum in your mouth?”

“Please, Mando, want you to feel good. Want your cock down my throat.” You shakily climbed off his lap and knelt to the ground. Your hands trembled as they came up to his pants, tugging at the waistband until his cock sprung up against his armor. You looked at the thigh you had just been grinding on, and saw there was a wet spot staining his armor. It made you want to cum again.

“I’m not gonna last long baby, already so close,” Mando rasped out, his chest heaving up and down in anticipation.

“I don’t care, I just need you to tell me what to do.”

“Gladly, sweet girl. Start by licking the tip, yeah just like that.” You flicked the bead of precum leaking from Mando’s cock, his taste flooding your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip, eventually licking down his shaft. You had almost forgotten how big he was… almost.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good. Y-You want to put it in your mouth now? You got this, baby, take it nice and- oh f-fuck me.” Your actions interrupted Mando’s train of thought, his cock entering the warm wet of your mouth. You weren’t totally sure what to do from there; Mando had just said he wanted his cock in your mouth, so now what?

“Okay, baby, you know how you stroked my cock with your hand the other day? Just do the same with your mouth, and suck while you do it. G-gonna do so well for me, I know it.” You did as he said, and his reaction was instantaneous. He moaned out so loud you’d think the whole ship could hear it. It finally hit you that Mando’s cock was in your mouth, and stars if that didn’t make a new wave of wetness flood your inner thighs. You couldn’t stop yourself from pushing your hand down your pants, rubbing your clit like Mando taught you as you sucked on him.

“H-Holy shit, baby, are you touching yourself? You rubbing that little clit? Do I make you that wet, pretty one? F-Fuck you’re doing so good, feels so good. Y-You’re a natural…” His words made you moan around his cock, the vibrations making his hips buck up into your mouth. For a second he was worried he’d gone too far, until you pushed your head down even further.

“Fuck, such a g-good girl for me, g-gonna cum in your m-mouth, d-don’t stoppp.” You sucked hard at the tip as your fingers circled faster on your clit, and you were already falling over the edge. Mando’s cum flooded your mouth as he moaned out your name, and his taste made you writhe on your fingers, white flooding your vision. The whines around Mando’s cock as you came made his orgasm last even longer, leaving him totally breathless. It took him a moment to realize that you were still probably holding his cum in your mouth, causing him to jump up and come to your aid.

“Shit, baby, here’s a rag, you can-“ He was stopped short when he noticed you breathing heavily below you, mouth agape and… empty.

“Wait, what did you do with…”

“I swallowed it. I like how you taste,” you whined, totally out of breath and fucked out. Mando’s head hit the back of his seat in awe of how hot you were, swallowing his cum the first time you took him in your mouth, just because you liked it.

“Fuck, come here, baby. Come sit in my lap, let me love on you.” You clambered up into his lap with shaky legs, overwhelmed with the amount of dopamine that flooded your brain. You were still trying to catch your breath as you rested your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your back. These were the moments you held with you when Mando was gone; his comforting touch, how gentle he was despite the damage you knew he could do. You kissed the sliver of skin that peaked out between his collar and his helmet, at which he pulled you in closer to his chest.

All the sudden you heard a crash from below the cockpit and a loud wail… Grogu.

*****

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